Daddy
@daddywolf0
@tangoh.bsky.social’s Daddy. Diapers, I change ‘em.
The kid is fond of my armpits, I got that certifiable Daddy Musk™. Also being bounced on my lap, dummy in, Mr. Buzzy going while he babbles about how much he loves his diapers is also a classic.
Not out of the question, but would require a casual vibes check over a cup of coffee first.
Changing him on the beach is the most memorable (so far) since it’s still been the riskiest. My head was on such a swivel keeping an eye out my neck hurt for a while after. 😢
I have a bit of a sweet tooth. I will devour jelly cherries, consequences be damned.
Drink from his baba while I’m changing him. Very cute and I’m happy he’s keeping hydrated.
90% of the kids diet is Huel, specifically the protein shakes. Already pretty much adult baby food. 🤷♂️
At the moment we’ve got Molicare Slip Maxi stocked on the changing table. They seem to be holding up okay so far!
Catching up on some questions I didn’t get to! ngl.link/daddywolf02 Diapers* (*on my face, preferably full) followed by mummification.
The kid has talked about wanting a baby brother, which I’m open to facilitating as a caretaker, but volunteers aren’t easy to come by as far as being local/interested…. Etc. In terms of our relationship outside of age play, it’s monogamous!
We’ve both always been “into it”, I just wasn’t expecting/planning on being a Daddy/caretaker. Adjusting wasn’t too difficult, aside from doing diaper changes the rest of our relationship is pretty typical/mundane!
In terms of places where there’s a risk of being seen? I’ve had to change him on the beach once, and there have been a couple of times I’ve had to strip his clothes off in the car after a blowout.
In bed with the kids head cradled between my shoulder/chest. I’m guaranteed to fall asleep in minutes.
We were introduced by a mutual friend at our local Pride event. We stayed in touch. One thing led to another… and now I wipe his bottom.
Kid and I were waiting in a small queue to use the changing facilities in an indoor mall. Kid had his plushie with him. An older lady approached him, asked to pet the plush, what their name was… speaking in an overly friendly way (assumptions were made!). He turned *very* red.
Pretty proud that I got my gag reflex under control after the first one. I knew what I signed up for, so a sense of duty took over pretty quickly.
Funnily enough the reason we were at IKE@ was to get the kid a pseudo changing table. Trip wasn’t wasted! but it would have come in handy if they had one pre-built so we could uh, test it out.