Can You Measure Up? Of course not.
If I’d known you enjoyed crapping yourself so much, I would have made you wear a diaper a long time ago. What’s the matter, now that I know your secret you’re afraid I’m going to tell everyone you’re a diaper boy? Well you’re right, and I’m going to make you do humiliation phone sex calls and tell everyone what a emasculate little baby loser you are.
Not only are you going to be my diaper boy, but I’m going to make you pee and poop and walk around in your own filth all day long like the stinky little loser you are. Everywhere you go you’ll be wearing a diaper and bonnet and baby onesie and if they can’t see you they’ll sure be able to smell you.
You didn’t really think I’d let you stay in the house smelling like that now did you? No you get to sleep out in the yard with the dog, and when I take you out in your diaper you’ll be wearing a leash, and you have to walk 5 feet behind me at all times, because I certainly don’t want to smell your ungodly funk.
However I am going to enjoy watching the adult baby loser with the small cock walk around crying and swimming in his own shit. Don’t worry about everyone finding out your secret, they already know, and I was nice enough to forward an email with pictures and video of you in your natural state of loserdome.
