I forced him to lie back as I put his legs in the air and snapped the pamper onto him. He deserved to feel as dirty as he made me. The frilly pink blanket lay underneath his plush bottom. He wasnt a man to me. His constant whining about my desires to be pleasured properly showed me this. I shoved the pacifier in his mouth. "This is your destiny," I cooed at him. "You can release your filth there in that nappy. You are not man enough to stand when you pee. You're not man enough to potty with the real men. Look at the little turtle between your legs. You need wiped and powdered!" I laughed at his wrinkled face. I wanted him to cry and squeal like he always did He really regressed everytime. He was not getting my pussy. He could hug a teddy bear if he wanted warmth. I walked away so that a real man could do the job he couldn't. I left him there in his filth. I wanted to be filthy in other ways.