A Mother's Love
Hunter's mom gets him ready for bed. This is a true story from Hunter's childhood. :)
"Mom! Do you have to call them that?" Hunter whined, the eight year old blushing as his mom stood between him and the door out of his bedroom and into the hall. She frowned as though she did not understand his outburst.
"That's what they are, sweetie." She said.
"I know." Hunter said, turning red all the way to the tips of his ears. His mom resisted a smirk as she realized she almost expected the single tuft of mane atop his head to turn red too. "But still..."
"We've been over this, sweetie." She said gently, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Lots of boys have trouble with this. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"But couldn't you call them something else?" He mumbled.
"Hunter, stop being silly. They're made by Huggies, so they are Huggies." The third grader did not look too convinced. "We can't keep going through this every night. Would you feel better if Daddy did this?"
"No." Hunter mumbled. He hated his dad seeing him in such a position since it made him feel even more like a cub and not like the young lion like he liked to think of himself as. He pouted.
"Then you'll just have to put up with me." His mom stood and patted the bed. "C'mon. Lie down. The sooner we get started, the sooner we're done." Hunter blushed and undressed out of his jeans and t-shirt, climbing onto the bed in just his Scooby-Doo underroos. "Off with those too, Hunter." He bashfully complied, covering himself with his paws.
His mom picked up the discarded undies and inspected them thoroughly, frowning at what she saw.
"Still having some trouble with wiping." It was a statement, not a question. She set the underwear in the laundry basket and then, grabbing a pawful of wipes, lifted Hunter's bottom and wiped him, making the cub yowl. "We go through this every night, Hunter. If you weren't in such a hurry to get out of the bathroom, this wouldn't happen." She showed him the brown wipe before throwing it away. "That's yucky, isn't it?" She said. Hunter's beet red face moved up and down as he shyly nodded. She slipped an unfolded diaper under his bottom before lowering his legs. Hunter whimpered as his bottom came into contact with the diaper. His mom rubbed his thigh to comfort him.
She looked him over and mentally covered the tuft of mane. With his paws over his groin as they were and his tuft concealed, he looked every bit like a little lioness. It had first occurred to her a few nights ago when she had given him a spanking and noticed just how feminine his bubble butt was, jiggling with every smack. She had to remind herself, not for the first time, that she could never convince him to wear a nightgown, even if she bought him one. Her eyes glanced over to the racecar pajamas he had picked out for the night and she shook her head. There was no way. A wicked thought came to mind. If she bought him thicker diapers, his pants might not fit over them. A nightgown would become necessary. Again, she banished the thought, grabbing the powder. She batted his paws out of the way and lightly powdered him before lifting the diaper up and over his penis and testes. She taped it around her pouting son's waist and checked the diaper to make sure it was tight all the way around.
"You don't want any leaks, do you?" She asked as he squirmed impatiently. Just to prove her point, she checked the entire surface of the diaper again. "Alright. Get your jammies on." She had done her research prior to purchasing his diapers and found that the Huggies brand was slightly thicker than the Pampers. As such, that was all she bought, adoring the slight waddle they gave him. It was nothing like the sizes geared toward babies and toddlers, but enough to make her heart leap. Even dressed in his pajamas, the diaper bulge was there. She kissed his forehead and hugged him, pretending that her paw just happened to slide down and pat his puffy rump. It had been nearly a month since his last accident, but she did not want to bring that to his attention. She loved this too much.