I woke up in bed alone. Amanda must've gotten up before me. I still can't believe she went along with my diaper fetish. I hope we can do this more often. Oh shit, I forgot I put one on too. Before I could wake up completely, she walked into the room. Amanda's gorgeous. Her blonde hair caresses her shoulders and she's very thin. She was already dressed, wearing a tight red t-shirt that shows off her 34B breasts and a matching miniskirt. I could see her puffy nipples harden through her shirt when she saw me.
"Aww, is my baby awake?" she cooed. Before I could answer she shushed me. "No no baby, you just lay there while Mommy changes you. Someone had an accident!" At that moment I realized what woke me up. I peed in my diaper! This was different than doing it on purpose like last night, I actually wet my pants! I was so embarrassed.
"It's ok baby, don't be embarrassed, Mommy will take care of you." She untaped my diaper and tossed it in the trash. She used a baby wipe to clean my pubic area before patting it down with baby powder. "Look at the baby's cute little pee-pee!" She giggled as she toyed with my tiny cock. When it's hard it barely reaches five inches, and at that moment it was completely soft and probably looked just like a baby's penis, especially since I had shaved off all of my pubic hair. Before I could get aroused, she put a clean diaper on me and had me follow her to the kitchen, only she made me crawl.
I climbed into a chair and she handed me a bottle. I drank the juice quickly and was done by the time she poured my cereal. She spoon-fed me the cereal and milk dribbled everywhere, mostly on my chest and stomach. She gave me another bottle when I was done while she cleaned the dishes. She got a wet dishrag to clean the milk off of me. As soon as she touched my stomach, I began to laugh. It tickled so much! Soon, she had me on the floor, tickling me until I laughed so hard and felt myself wet my diaper. Again, I had peed without having any control. My face flushed and I could feel tears welling up. Why was this happening?
"Aw, my poor baby, don't cry." Amanda stuck a pacifier in my mouth and I instinctively began to suck it. She continued to softly whisper words of comfort as she again changed my wet diaper. Once she was finished, I crawled along behind her into the bedroom, where she put shorts and a t-shirt on me. She had me play with toys on the floor while she went into the bathroom.