Little Tally Submission - Diapers
This is not my writting! This was submitted by one of you dear readers ( a long time ago and I totally forgot to post it omygods. So enjoy this please!!)
(i’m too embarrassed to even post this on the kmeme so i’m just gonna submit it directly to you lmao)
Taliesin has a lot of experience with kink, but this particular thing with Matt and Marisha is pretty new to him. He loves and has loved a lot of people over the years, but there’s never been anyone else he trusted with this. But he trusts these two in such a way that it makes his heart flip when he thinks about it, thinks about how Matt and Marisha love him enough to hold him tight and call him baby and coo over how cute they think he is. It’s warm, and safe, and he loves it.
The diaper thing is new, though.
Taliesin had thought about it plenty but he never brought it up because he assumed it’d be too weird, even for their little family. A few weeks ago, though, Marisha very casually asked him about it, and, well. Taliesin wasn’t about to say no.
Actually being presented with the package of diapers is…something else. Taliesin glances from it, to Marisha, to Matt, and back.
“Come on, baby,” Marisha says, patting the bed. “Let’s get you dressed.”
Taliesin just nods and lets Matt take his “grown-up” clothes off. He still hesitates before laying down, and Matt gently pushes him into position.
“There’s my sweet little boy,” Marisha says, and she tickles Taliesin’s belly, making him giggle helplessly. He’s distracted from her slipping the diaper underneath him, and only remembers what’s going on when he feels her pouring baby powder between his legs.
“Um-” There’s a pause as Matt and Marisha look at him, waiting to hear if his safeword is forthcoming, but Taliesin just nods.
His face is burning while Marisha tapes up the diaper, but Matt steals his attention with a stuffed kitty, and Taliesin finds himself sliding happily into his little headspace. He barely even notices Marisha redressing him in his pajamas and Matt giving him his pacifier. By the time they have him sit up, he’s deep in the warm, cottony feel of his headspace.
“What a good baby,” Matt says. “You wanna come play legos with Daddy?”
Taliesin nods and takes Matt’s hand. In the back of his brain, he notes the foreign feeling of the thick diaper wrapped around him, but more than anything he feels…safe.
They settle down on the living room floor with a big box of legos. Marisha brings Taliesin a sippycup full of apple juice, and she joins them in building a castle.
They’re working on constructing a tower when Matt gently pats Taliesin’s bottom; both the sudden touch and the soft crinkle of the diaper briefly startle him, and he fumbles with his blocks. He stares at Matt, wide-eyed, cheeks going red, and Matt just gives him a serene smile.
“Just checking,” he says. “Gotta change you when you’re wet.”
Taliesin had forgotten entirely about that, and it makes his chest get tight- not the way anxiety does, but that hard to define feeling when he’s both nervous and excited. There is, in fact, a noticeable pressure in his bladder- Matt and Marisha have been refilling his cup every time he runs out, and while his sense of time is a bit off when he’s little, he’s certain they’ve been playing for well over an hour already.
He just nods, and Matt gives him a kiss on the forehead.
While construction on the lego castle continues, Matt eventually stands and says, “Mommy and Daddy have to finish up dinner real quick. Will you be okay by yourself for a minute?”
“Uh-huh,” Taliesin says, more focused on arranging miniatures along the castle walls.
Matt ruffles his hair and walks into the kitchen, and Taliesin keeps playing.
He squeezes his thighs together reflexively. All that apple juice has gone right through him, and the pressure has grown heavier and heavier. His little brain is a lot louder than his grown-up thoughts and anxieties at the moment; Taliesin leans back, closes his eyes, and…lets go.
It takes a moment to break nearly forty years of learned behavior but after a couple false starts, he feels his bladder empty, making the diaper warm and heavy.
The relief is interrupted by a hot rush of shame. Oh, god- they hadn’t really talked about this. There had been implications, and what Matt said earlier, but it still wasn’t something they talked about plain and open. What if he misread this whole thing? What if Matt and Marisha realize what he did and react with disgust? What if-
“Dinner’s ready, baby,” Marisha says. She pauses, obviously noticing Taliesin’s eyes welling with embarrassed tears, and frowns, taking his hands in her own. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
“I, um.” He has trouble meeting her eyes, and he squirms in place awkwardly.
Marisha performs the same diaper check Matt did earlier. “Oh, sweetie, do you need a change?”
The tears start to roll down his cheeks as he nods, face burning.
“Tal, baby, don’t cry, it’s okay!” She kisses him and strokes his head lovingly. “Matt, can you help us out?”
“What’s up?”
Marisha holds Taliesin’s head against her chest. “Baby needs a change,” she says. “Can you get everything?”
Matt disappears to the bedroom and quickly returns with the same supplies as earlier. “Are you embarrassed, little one?” he asks in a soft voice as he sits Taliesin down on the rug.
Taliesin gives a tiny half shrug, even though the answer is yes, absolutely 100% yes.
“Oh, baby, it’s okay,” Matt says. “What do you think diapers are for?”
Taliesin still hides his face while Matt cleans and changes him, putting him in a new, clean diaper and kissing his cheek when he’s done.
“Hey,” Matt says, voice soft and sincere. “It’s okay. We love you. We love taking care of our baby.”
Taliesin buries his face in the crook of Matt’s neck. “Love you too, Daddy,” he mumbles.
“That’s my sweet boy.” Matt rubs Taliesin’s back and gives him another kiss. “Come on. Mommy and I made mac and cheese for dinner.”
It’s a good night.
