Warnings for: infantilism, nappies, bottles, sippy cups, crib, dummies, oversized high chair, stroller, car seat, bouncy chair, swing, walker, folded crib and jumperoo.
This story is about Kurt and Blaine living in a infantilism lifestyle 24/7 wher...
This morning, I looked at Blaine and thought he looked a little older than usual, like he had grown up slightly but not by much.
"Bas, does Blaine look slightly bigger to you?" I ask him.
"Urm, well, I haven't really thought about it much" he says.
"Oh, he seems a little older, that's all" I shrug.
"Well, I guess so"
"Well, how old do you think he is?"
"I dunno, about 10-11 months, around there sort of"
"If he's around that age, doesn't that mean he needs to get his shots?" I ask him.
"Probably"
"I hate it when he has to get shots"
"I know, but it's for the best" Sebastian rubs my arms.
"I know"
"Shall we go get dressed, monkey?" I coo at Blaine as he played in the living room.
"Dada" he cheers as he crawls over to me.
"Yeah, let's go get you seen to" I say as I pick him up and head upstairs and into his room. I pick out an outfit and then lie him on his changing table, I change his nappy before putting him into a long sleeve black and white stripe vest, a pair of black leggings and some white, black and grey stripe socks.
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