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  1. I hear you. I realize that not everyone is built like me, so that the four tapes are pointless like they are on me. Cloth-Backed Cushies were functionally quite good, similar to ABU’s other product I like, Super Dry Kids in absorbency. I do not wear 24/7 like you do, so my need of various aspects of functionality and price considerations are of course different than yours, but the newer ABU cloth backed lines are ludicrously expensive IMO. However, being used to CBCs and SDKs, I have been finding recent forays into the world of medical type diapers disappointing as far as performance. I will never understand why so many “serious” diapers are not made for real world usage… when “play diapers” are… not universal, I know, but I have found that the price of medical grade diapers that have similar performance is actually comparable to cute diapers… Abena, Northshore, etc… strange at that seems…
  2. I have heard that they are to return, hypothetically, eventually. However, considering that the last time they disappeared from the lineup, they were gone for over 5 years, and only back for 2… Their new stuff is all expensive, and focused on 4 tape products, neither of which do I find pleasing in the slightest. More absorbent, yes, but almost absurdly so; changies are part of the baby game. Some of it is very cute, but nearly $3 apiece is too rich for my blood… I have serious questions about Bambino, Rearz also. Their products, cute as they are, are nothing like anything I ever saw on a little one’s heinie… fantasy diapers… all plastic, all 4 tape (yes, I know Rearz has that one 2 tape, but it too is plastic and utterly plain (?)…
  3. Greetings friends… Many years ago (almost a decade ago) the ABUniverse company introduced a diaper they called “Cloth-Backed Cushies”, the very closest thing any ABDL diaper company has ever produced to a modern era youth diaper. Cloth-like shell, a single hook-and-loop tape on each side. Comfy. Soft. Infinitely refastenable and adjustable. Absorbent and cute. They quickly became my favorite diapers… Then they stopped making them for over 5 years… I was crushed, and longed for their return… Then, in 2021, they brought them back! I was overjoyed! I have been enjoying them very much! Now ABU has killed them again. In favor of their now many kinds of 4 tape plastic products that bear little resemblance to anything Pampers, Huggies, or Luvs have ever produced. Why do all of the ABDL diaper companies focus on making these things? Why do ABDLs buy them? Isn’t what we really want, Pampers, Huggies, and Luvs in adult sizes with scaled-up absorbency? I am extremely sad, and also furious. This wonderful source of comfort has been taken away over a corporate whim. I cannot even enjoy the few I have left… 😭
  4. Well, the folks at ABUniverse have killed Cloth-Backed Cushies again. My absolute favorites for many years, from the time ABU only made a few kinds, all with 2 tapes. I am devastated, and their reps only want to pump sunshine about new products, none of which interest me in the slightest. I have to wonder why all of the ABDL companies seem dead-set on making diapers that are nothing like anything Pampers, Luvs, or Huggies ever produced. Hook and loop closures on plastic backings. Multiple tapes. Don’t they know that’s what we want, baby diapers in adult sizes?
  5. It is not the best meeting place, I fear, but you could get lucky! I too am a tall skinny white guy, though 46. If you’d ever care to hang with a diapered friend, I am in RVA. Good hunting to you!
  6. Chapter XLV: Stinky girl, Past and Present Janey sat on the blanket, nibbling on her binky and luxuriating in the sticky warmth thoroughly coating her nether regions. It had been a big poo for her, thick and yet soft, and it had well and truly filled her diaper, spreading gloriously to the back and the front by hydraulic pressure when she sat down in it. Her diaper was, at least as far as she could tell, effectively containing everything, but of course that was not really a matter for her concern, was it? The odor about her was intense, and yet not really rancid like her stinkies were sometimes, and she found herself glorying in it, taking a curious sort of pleasure in the whole effect. She felt well and truly filthy, and this had her feeling intensely aroused; a very naughty smile was showing around the edges of her pacifier’s face shield and in her eyes. Though she was ostensibly watching the cartoons dancing on the screen before them, she kept sneaking glances at Danny, sitting beside her. She was delighted to notice that he was having a very difficult time indeed paying attention to anything but her, in her cute dress and pigtails, reeking of poop. She continued to pretend she was watching TV, but could not resist the temptation to shift in her seat every so often, reveling in the sensation of her warm poop shifting beneath her and listening to her diaper crinkle, glancing at Danny to make sure he noticed, too… And indeed Danny did notice, could not help but notice. Closer to the truth would be to say that he was mesmerized, trying not to stare but drinking in her every move, every whiff of the stinky load squishing beneath her. His cock was a bar of absolute iron, almost painfully tenting out the thick soggy padding surrounding it, and it twitched and responded to every move and every crinkle of the poopy princess beside him. Nervously, tentatively, he reached a hand toward her butt, sheepishly seeking to feel the lump through her huggies, knowing it would drive him even madder but unable to resist the temptation. Feeling his touch through the layers of padding and poop, she glanced at him with a deeply sexual fire in her eyes. She giggled from behind her binky, and shifted herself up onto her knees so he could investigate her befouled heinie more thoroughly. Still a bit nervously, Danny’s large hand slid along the satin surface of her baby pants, spreading open to cup the mass beneath her and gently squeezing it, pressing it against her body and spreading it further to the front and back. She continued to giggle, adjusting herself to better allow this exploration and thoroughly enjoying both the sensation itself and the intimacy of the shared moment; the awed look on his face…his lust coming at her full force… And through it all, that nasty, earthy nursery aroma of soiled diaper ringed them both round… In the midst of this reverie came, unbidden, a memory of another time she had shared her soiled diaper with a man other than daddy, in similar manner and with similar effect. The second day that Rick, Daddy’s school friend, had been sleeping on their couch during his post-divorce visit, Daddy had gone out in the afternoon to run a couple of errands, leaving Janey and Rick alone. They had not attempted to hide their adult baby lifestyle from Rick; it would have been difficult with him there in their home, and Rick had been unable to hide either his attraction to Janey or his definitely unchaste interest in her in her baby role. The previous night, she and Daddy had excitedly discussed the possibility of giving Rick the opportunity to indulge this interest, but as of this particular day nothing had been mentioned to Rick about it. It had also been neither mentioned nor demonstrated that she used her diapers for number two. Now here she and Rick were, alone in the house in the late afternoon, sexual tension bubbling between them while each attempted to work on their respective computers, when an entirely predictable tension, or rather pressure, began building in her insides… As the pressure built, she pondered how to proceed, knowing the “rules” and what Daddy would expect, but unsure how Rick would react to this particular element of her adult baby situation; little Janey as a stinky girl. On the other hand this was their house, and she had not at that point used the toilet for anything for many months. The slowly building relentless pressure was not going away, however, and in the end she decided it would simply have to be what it was, and she might as well discover how he felt about it. Saving her work, she rose from her chair, and walked over to where Rick was on the couch engrossed in his laptop. She paused by the arm of the couch and Rick glanced up, flashing her a smile. He was definitely an attractive fellow; a redhead, skinny like daddy, but shorter and a little hairier in general. His face exuded kindness as did his manner, and he had a gently receding hairline and a short slightly scraggly beard. She smiled down at him in return, her smile fading into a troubled expression as she succumbed to the urge to push a large, semi-solid log of poop into her already soggy huggies. Her change of expression had prompted a look of questioning concern from Rick; he really was a very sweet guy. “Are you okay?” he had ventured, concern in his voice as well as his look. Her troubled expression had continued a moment longer before brightening into a giggling, angelic smile, her passing complete and her diaper now home to a thick mass of poop. As if a confirmation of the act’s completion, the earthy stink of fresh poop, a relatively inoffensive version of fecal stench thank heaven, found her nostrils. Mild it might be, but it was strong, and she was certain it would reach his nose momentarily. “Janey good,” she said sheepishly in her baby talk voice, beginning to blush, shying away from his gaze but noting out of the corner of her eye the look of wonder on his face as her stink reached him and its significance dawned on him. “Di… did you just...?” he stuttered, dumbfounded. “Janey poo-poo,” she confirmed bashfully, blushing furiously while still avoiding his eyes. “Do you…,” said Rick, pausing to clear his throat. “I mean… Is it okay? I mean…do you need… help…?” Janey’s eyes, while avoiding Rick’s face, did not avoid him completely. The shorts he was wearing did very little to hide his growing erection. She had guessed right, won her gamble. Confidence boosted, she stepped around the arm of the couch in front of him. Pushing her luck still further, she sat down on his knee, feeling her poop squish beneath her, sure that he could feel it as well. She cuddled up against his chest, her leg intentionally rubbing against his very awake manhood. She lay her head on his chest, cuddling up like a real little girl, and Rick found himself wrapping his arm around her, cuddling her back just like he would an actual child. She lay there for a moment in his arms, before raising her head to look him in the face. “Weww…” she said in her finest baby talk, still blushing furiously. “Wicky ca’ change Janey if he wan’ to… but Daddy’ll take cawe o’ Janey heinie whe’ he get home…” “You… I mean…” stammered Rick, totally unprepared for her boldness, and clearly feeling that lump of poop on his leg through her diaper. “You… you don’t mind… I mean… you don’t mind… sitting in it like that?” “No…,” replied Janey softly, averting her eyes once more and blushing even more intensely, sheepishly admitting, “Janey like bein’ a stinky girl.” She cuddled up closer again, the stink of her loaded diaper wreathed all around them both, and then, to Rick’s surprise, she turned to kiss him. This was no chaste, little girl kiss, but a full on adult kiss, complete with tongue. It was intoxicating, and before he realized what he was doing, his other hand was greedily fondling her cleavage through her cute babyish frock. Janey responded by reaching down and caressing his now raging cock through his shorts. It had been some time since Rick had had any sexual attention, his divorce had been a drawn out affair, and her hand upon his manhood had him positively burning. Never had he imagined such a situation as this: an extremely sexy, adult woman dressed up like an oversized toddler, down to her underwear, and acting the part to the point that she was now in his arms with a full load of shit in her pants. He felt like he was dreaming, the wildest wet-dream he had ever had. While he had explored many corners of the internet over the years and was aware this was a thing for some people, never had he imagined that he would respond to it like this. He was so overwhelmed by the experience, he was entirely engrossed for several minutes before it even occurred to him that this was his old friend’s wife… that there were reasons he should not do this… at least he thought there were… Finally, his mind starting to work, he forced himself to draw away from their feverish embrace. Notably, Janey’s hand did not stop rubbing on his throbbing member… “Is… is this okay?” He asked, wincing a little as he heard his own voice, husky with desire. “I mean, David’s going to kill me…” Janey looked deep into his eyes, smiling at him with and expression both angelic and impish, and started to giggle. “No he won’, siwwy!” she exclaimed merrily. “Daddy wike Janey socia’ize, pway wit’ otha dingies. He say maybe Janey wike pway wit’ Wicky’s. Wicky wike Janey pway wit’ Wicky’s dingy?” The combined look of relief and surprise on Rick’s face was something to behold. “You mean he… you say he likes you to… to ‘socialize’ with other men?” he asked, seeking confirmation with his heart pounding in his chest. “He likes it when you play with other… other ‘dingies’?” “Uh-huh!” she said matter of factly, still fully in her little girl mode, cuddling in close once and continuing to rub on him. “Daddy wike pway wit’ otha kitty-cats, too, and otha boobies!” “So you two have an…an open relationship?” he asked, finally grasping it, hardly able to believe such an opportunity had, nearly literally, fallen into his lap. “And you want to.. to ‘play’… with me?” “Mmm-hmm!” she said, raising her head from his chest with an impish grin and nodding emphatically.”O-pen! Wicky wan’ Janey kiss hi’ dingy, make i’ betta? He no havta change Janey heinie fo kisses…” Not awaiting a response, she wriggled off his lap, sliding to the floor between his knees. Angelically she smiled up at him, hunger plain to see in her. One hand reached out for his cock once more, pawing at him imploringly, while the other reached up and started undoing his belt. Rick had had blowjobs before, of course, but never had a woman offered him such service with such obvious eagerness, and surely never one with pigtails and poop in her pants. His reservations melted away, and he unfastened his top button and unzipped his fly, raising his behind off the couch and sliding his shorts and boxers down around his ankles. Janey squealed with delight as his raging member was revealed in all its glory. Her hand, momentarily withdrawn, darted back to it, wrapping around it and feeling it throb in her hand as her lips and tongue hungrily enveloped the head. Slowly, expertly, she began stroking it in and out, caressing the sensitive flesh with her lips and tongue. The sensation was exquisite, his need so dire, the smell of her diaper’s cargo so filthy and strangely exotic, Rick could do nothing but stare at her and hold on for the ride as she devoured him. Her eyes flashed up and locked with his, and his hand reached out and cupped her cheek as the rhythm of her stroking slowly increased. “I…I’m going to…” he sputtered, his voice thick in his own ears, “I’m…” It was too late to finish his thought, and with a grunt and a buck of his hips, his cock discharged a substantial load of his semen into her mouth in a few short spurts. Hungrily anticipating this, she did not miss a beat in swallowing it down, milking each spurt with practiced timing, the thick sour fluid leaving its tart aftertaste in her mouth as she finally withdrew, smiling up at him. “Wicky feew betta?” she asked, giggling. “He make lotsa spermies!” In the fog of afterglow, Rick had just smiled at her, amazed by her. Slowly, languidly, she had stood up, and bent down to pull his shorts back up and over his knees. After a moment, with a grunt and a sigh, he had picked his butt up and pulled his shorts all the way back on, fastening the button and fly. Gently, she had sat down on his knee again, her poop mooshing beneath her once more, and cuddled up once more. Rick had held her, gently stroking her cheek. She had closed her eyes, feeling very close to him. “Thank you,” came his voice in her ear. “That was…amazing. You…you don’t know how I needed that.” “My pleasure, Rick, truly,” she said in her adult voice, the first time he had heard it all afternoon. “I do know you needed it, and more than that I wanted to give it to you. It was a joy for me, too. And I want to give you more, if you’d like more. More of the same, or anything else you want. After my bath, when I’m all clean, I will come to you… if you want. Daddy won’t object, and he won’t interrupt, I promise… he wants you to have it, to have me, too…” “I…,” he said, again with some difficulty believing such good fortune. “I’d like that…” And Daddy had found the two of them just like that when he came home, asleep in each other’s arms, the smell of poop strong in the room. It was a beautiful sight, and he did not disturb them until just before dinner time. Janey told him what had happened while he was changing her diaper, but he had strongly suspected, and he told her he was proud of her and happy for him. They had had their own fun then, good fun with a rare intensity. And she had indeed come to Rick after her bath, and their lovemaking had also been wonderful. It had happened many times thereafter during his visit, and there had been other visits… Rick was due to visit again in two months… What would Danny think about that, she wondered? This thought brought Janey back into the here and now, where another kind and wonderful man was experiencing the feel and aroma of her stinky diaper with a very similar sort of lust-laden awe. She shifted herself from her squat, planting herself on his lap, just as she had with Rick. There was a soggy diaper padding his erection, but there was no missing that monster projecting from his crotch, diaper or no. Just as she had with Rick, she cuddled up to him, laying her head on his chest, her hand stroking and squeezing the massive lump between his legs. He was holding her close when Daddy came back in, and the same memory came to his mind that had run through Janey’s, of Janey and Rick so long ago. Beautiful… “Alright, kids. Dinner’s almost ready,” He said cheerfully. “But first, time to change those heinies! I smell one very stinky girl!”
  7. I have to say, this sequence, your handling of the truly gargantuan task of suspending disbelief about a mother accepting and encouraging her 17 year old daughter's desires to be babied and put back into to diapers, is truly artful! I have read many ABDL stories with this as their theme, this has to be the most believable version of this I have ever read or imagined. Bravo! Beyond that, I must say the story overall is wonderful! I am very much interested in reading more if you are interested in writing and sharing it! Great fun! Happy baby!!
  8. Chapter XLIV: Lunchtime and Nappy Naps Danny was momentarily surprised by the feel of Daddy briskly walking up behind him, slipping a bib over his head and affixing it behind his neck. He looked down to discover a Serengeti scene featuring a happy lion, giraffe, and zebra at play on the plastic backed terrycloth upon his chest. Passively, he watched Daddy Velcro another around Janey’s neck, this one sporting Dora the Explorer. Lunch was then served, consisting of turkey sandwiches cut into quarters and potato chips, with sport bottle “sippy cups” filled with juice as well. All three of them were hungry, and there was little conversation. Danny’s thoughts continued to pour over the many new concepts of the last 24 hours as he ate. Truly he was more than a little overwhelmed, but also enthralled, titillated by what further unforeseen wonders might be in store. He truly did feel befuddled, and this had him feeling more like a little kid than he had ever imagined in all the many infantile fantasies he had ever indulged in. It was like the most wondrous sort of dream, and one he dearly hoped never to awaken from! His eyes wandered, perusing his companions as he munched, alighting first on the elegant doll-baby that was Janey, locked into her high chair, radiating cuteness. He noted with wonder how she was making no effort whatever to avoid getting mayonnaise all over her face and hands, or dribbles on her heretofore clean bib. If anything, she was making a mess on purpose, knowing that Daddy was there to clean her up after her, and craving his attention. And then there was Daddy in his lean, muscular manliness, his kind eyes glancing up occasionally from one to the other as he ate, checking on his babies. Danny allowed himself to ponder Daddy, not just as friend or caregiver, but… lover? He certainly was beautiful physically, and the six inches or so he had in height advantage was… And above all, the tenderness that seemed to inspire everything he did was… wow… And then there was Daddy the lover, as he had seen him with Janey; the more savage, hungry, selfish Daddy… definitely all man, and yet, even this side of him was kind… It was with a certain surprise still that he realized his manhood was stirring to life again thinking about this man… what would it be like to… serve him, and his pleasure? To have that kind savagery focused on him? Somehow in his current befuddled state of childlike wonder, these ideas were less alien, less threatening than they normally would be. Daddy chose this moment to glance up at him, flashing him a kindly grin, with a notable naughty twinkle in his eye that seemed to rip right through him like a lightning bolt, like he knew just what he was thinking. He abruptly averted his eyes, focusing on his plate and blushing intensely, his diaper definitely feeling tight. He thus missed the broad and not-so-innocent smile that spread across Daddy’s face… By and by, everyone finished their lunch, and Daddy policed up the dishes. Before removing their bibs and unlocking the tray table from Janey’s high chair, he had some definite clean-up to do for Janey, which he did cheerfully, a container of wet ones handy on the counter for just such circumstances. “Look at this messy little lady!” he said laughingly. “Maybe she should learn to eat like Danny…” He glanced at Danny, considering, “Or maybe…,” he said contemplatively to Danny. “Danny could remember he is a Daddy’s little boy now, and doesn’t need to be all neat like a grown-up…” Though Danny had eaten fairly neatly, as Daddy said, like a grown up, no napkins had been provided, intentionally, and thus his face and hands were not exactly clean either. Pulling out a fresh wet one, Daddy approached Danny, holding his face with one hand while wiping it clean with the other. He then took one hand into his and then the other, wiping it clean. This was yet another young child experience Danny had never thought to picture, and he was surprised, both by the act itself, and how amazingly childish it made him feel. How dependent, and how curiously close to this man who truly was taking care of him. He was finding that all of these little things conspired to reinforce his role, to make him feel small, and so wonderfully vulnerable… he had truly never imagined feeling this way, and could not deny how amazing it all was. Dreamlike, indeed. As though in response to this feeling, though probably having more to do with simply standing up, he felt a twinge in his bladder. With less of an effort than he recalled the matter ever having required before, hot pee began to flow into his diaper, re-warming the nest of lukewarm sogginess around his balls. Taking each of his little ones by the hand, Daddy led them out into the living room, guiding them back onto the thick padded blanket and indicating that they should sit. Releasing their hands, he grabbed the remote and switched on some cartoons for them. The enormous teddy bear was still there, laid out as a pillow, and Janey took the lead in laying down on it. Danny followed soon after, and soon they were cuddling and watching the colorful characters about their madcap adventures. A yawn escaped Janey’s lips, which proved to be contagious, and soon even the simple story on the screen became hard for them to follow. Daddy returned from the kitchen to this scene, and stood for a moment, silently admiring them. They were each so awfully cute, and together, cuddling sleepily in each other’s arms, they were absolutely adorable. “Yes kids, naptime…,’ he said soothingly, squatting down to caress each of their faces, and to slip their respective binkies into their mouths. “But first, Daddy had better check those diapies, unless he wants to wash that blankie!” Rising, he walked over and grabbed the diaper bag, and then knelt down once more, this time beside Janey. He reached out and checked her diaper, noting its swollen state with an inarticulate clucking sound, then reached over it to caress the padding around Danny’s crotch. “Tis as Daddy feared!” he said jokingly, his voice still soothing. “All right then, ladies first… though in future, maybe we should take turns?” The two sleepy “toddlers” both looked at him, sucking on their binkies in silence. Gently, he pulled Janey over onto her back. Pulling up the front of her skirt, he slid her green satin pants down around her ankles. He then reached for the tapes on her diaper, pulling them free, and laid it open. The yellow thickened patch that was revealed encompassed the majority of the padding, and the distinctive ammonia tang of her urine filled his nostrils. Pulling out a wipe, he gently cleaned her, starting above her mons and working down until he reached the diaper. She whimpered a little as he cleaned her pretty clitoris and vagina, and more plaintively when he moved on from it. “Now, now sweetheart,” he said with a smile, voice still oozing calmness and comfort. “We’ve played enough for now. Plenty of time for play after naptime” She whimpered a little more at this, for though they did not play at absolutely every change, it was always a little disappointing when they did not. But she was tired, so she quieted down fairly quickly. She was even a good girl a moment later, lifting her legs without complaint so that he could remove the soggy diaper and clean the rest of her behind. Satisfied, he slipped a fresh one beneath her, pausing to liberally dust her butt with powder before inviting her to let her legs down. Powdering her front side, the fine white dust showing the little bit of dampness emanating from her ‘kitty-cat’, he wrapped the front of the diaper over her and secured the tapes, long practice ensuring a snug fit. Pulling her pretty baby pants up over it, he pulled her skirt back down over it, carefully straightening the pleats. “All done,” he murmured softly, rubbing her belly affectionately through her dress, and then looked over at Danny. “And now it’s Danny’s turn…” A little awkwardly, he stood up, diaper bag in hand, and walked around the two of them, kneeling down beside Danny. Danny, whose sleepy mind had been alternating between the flashing colors on the screen and the loving spectacle of Janey’s change from the limited perspective of lying beside her, was in a curious state of mesmerized laziness. It felt amazingly good, and quite liberating in the most infantile manner, to know that no one expected him to do otherwise. For the first time in his adult life, it was truly not up to him to change his own diaper, or even to be aware of how wet it was; it was out of his hands. His only responsibility in the matter was to go when he had to go. Had anyone ever given him such a gift, this wondrous freedom? He could not recall it if so. The knowledge that this other man was about to see and touch his most intimate areas did not trouble him as it had at first, it felt natural, so he just went with it, exerting the minimal effort to roll onto his back to let Daddy do what he needed to do. He felt Daddy’s hands pulling his sleeper’s zipper down his body, and pulling the tapes of his diaper loose. He felt the warm wet padding come away from his cock, the coldness of the air on the damp skin, smelled the odor of his pee in the air. He felt the cold wetness of the wipe on his skin, gently caressing his cock, his balls, the skin all around it. His state of profound relaxation was only disturbed for a moment, when Daddy asked, and gently pushed, him to lift his legs as Janey had. He whimpered slightly at this, involuntarily, but with no real complaint. Before he knew it his legs were down again and he was freshly powdered, with new clean padding taped snugly around him and those loving hands zipping him up once more. Next thing he knew, Janey was in his arms once more, and though he heard Daddy say something more, he could not follow… Daddy sat in his chair at his desk, marveling at the absurd cuteness on the floor before him. Two grown toddlers, laying on a giant teddy bear, fast asleep in each other’s arms. He pulled out his phone and snapped several pictures, making mental note to transfer them to their special pictures collection. A milestone, surely. An idea popped into his mind; what if, on full days they spent together, he instituted a regular naptime in the baby room, with just the two of them? They should have some time alone together sometimes…but access…maybe diapers for both with velcro tapes, modern style? He could certainly make that happen… Danny would need more diapers in any case. And what about clothie covers that would fit him? What about clothes? That sleeper was darling, but he needed some appropriate day clothes…and maybe other jammies? What about kiddie style big boy undies, for “accidents”? This was all so new, a super-deep investment might be premature, but he had a good feeling about it… Presents for his little boy… Turning to his computer, he began to shop… ______________________________________________________________________ Sometime around four in the afternoon, Daddy noticed stirring among the two little ones on the floor. Danny had rolled onto his back at some point, and Janey had wrapped herself around him. As often happens, her need to pee brought Janey back into fitful consciousness. Due to her extensive practice, it was less than a breath before that need became warm spreading wetness around her crotch. While her pee was flowing, her face took on a pouty expression while she sleepily lamented her inability to pee in her sleep like a real toddler. She supposed that would constitute a lack of control that would be perhaps a step too far, and she wouldn’t get to enjoy the experience as she certainly was enjoying it now, but it would be damn convenient sometimes! Awake now, though still groggy, she detached herself from Danny, feeling him stir but not quite awaken. She struggled to her feet, walking over to stand by Daddy at his desk. Daddy turned to her and kissed her on the cheek, followed by a far longer and more adult kiss on the lips, complete with tongues. She then settled onto his knee, spying the computer screen, which was currently displaying the cutest denim shortall romper with a fire engine embroidered on the bib. “Fo’ Danny?” she asked Daddy, allowing her binky to fall from her lips and dangle by its tether “Yes, sweetie,” he said softly. “Do you like it?” Janey nodded. “Do you think he will like it?” he asked. Again, she nodded “What if Daddy gets another one, for when Davy comes to play?” He asked with a twinkle in his eye. Again she nodded, this time more emphatically, a beaming smile dawning on her face. It had been quite some time since Davy had come to play, and it occurred to her that having a third playmate allowed more options for such play. “Diapie snaps?” she inquired, giggling “Of course!” he replied, laughing Whether because of their talking or Janey’s absence, or possibly his own need to urinate that was indeed becoming pressing, Danny began to stir and stretch, a broad yawn erupted from him, losing him his binky. Janey and Daddy watched in silence, bemused, as he fumbled for and recovered it slipping it back in his mouth. They watched as he lay there with his eyes closed for a few minutes longer. A strange tension seemed to come over his body, and his breathing hitched, coming in occasional unsteady bursts. Then suddenly that tension was released, and his breathing normalized. Daddy leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Big dingy, pee-pee fire hose” he whispered softly, trying to stifle his laughter Janey giggled, less successful at remaining quiet. Danny’s eyes opened and met hers, a questioning expression meeting her beaming smile. “Dat feew good, Danny?” she asked, still giggling. “You feew betta”? Danny’s questioning expression grew deeper, his brows knitting in perplexity. Slipping off of Daddy’s lap, she knelt down beside him, running her hand along the underside of his now very warm diaper. Danny’s face went beet red. “Danny’ big dingy fiwe hose made pee-pees in hi’ huggies!” she announced jubilantly. She guide his hand to the same area of her satin covered diaper “Janey made pee-pees, too, whe’ she woke up!” “H-how…how did you know…? He asked, blushing and a little in shock, his binky falling away from his lips “You had ta push,” she said matter-of-factly through her giggles, “We could see…” Seeing him squirm, she added , “Don’ wowwy, siwwy. Danny widdle boy! He s’posed ta use his huggies! An’ weww… Janey a widdle gi’l, too…” She stood up, glancing at Daddy, then back at Danny, a naughty smile on her face. Her smile gradually faded into a troubled expression, and her own breathing took on a fitful, stop-and-start quality. Her posture shifted until she was standing pigeon toed, with her knees slightly bent, and her butt slightly stuck out. It came all at once, and then it was over; her face regained if anything a brighter smile, her posture and breathing returned to normal, and the seat of her diaper was packed full of thick, sticky poop. Cheerfully, she had a seat on the blanket next to Danny, feeling the thick mass squish and spread beneath her, filling all voids in her huggies and releasing its pungent aroma into the air around her. Danny caught a whiff of it as she sat down, and was blown away. This beautiful woman, so elegantly dressed in glowing cuteness, sitting there beside him smiling, with a pamper full of poo… “Janey made a stinky in he’ huggies!” she announced, genuinely proud of herself “Yes, you did, sweetie!” said Daddy, laughing. “And is she done? Does she need a change? Janey shrugged, as usual in no hurry to shed her ‘stinky girl’ status. She wanted to enjoy her poo! And she wanted Danny to smell her… “Alright, then,” said Daddy, still chuckling, and switched on the TV. “Daddy’s going to start dinner. We’ll get you changed in time to eat, honey. Why don’t you two watch some cartoons until then?”
  9. Chapter XLIII: Lunchtime Taking Janey and Danny by the hands, Daddy led his two pamper-clad charges toward the kitchen. As they came to the door for the hall bathroom, he stopped, glancing first at Janey and then at Danny. “Daddy needs to use the potty, kids,” he announced breezily, letting go of their hands and stepping into the room. He made no move to close the door, however, and to Danny’s surprise, Janey followed him in, as though this was the most normal thing in the world. Reaching the toilet, Daddy turned, loosened his belt, and sat down. Glancing up, Daddy saw Danny lingering sheepishly by the door, unsure of himself, and smiled. “It’s okay, little man,” he said, smiling reassuringly. “Do what you feel. Unlike you kids, Daddy doesn’t wear diapies, so he has to do his business in the potty like a grown-up. Janey likes to see how big folks do it, or… well, something like that… A wise parent would let her see, encourage her to go like a big girl... He shot Janey a naughty grin before returning his gaze to Danny. “Well… maybe not in our particular case…,” he added with a chuckle, “But it is a semi-plausible excuse. Anyway, you are welcome to see, too, if you’d like, but if you’d rather wait there, Daddy’ll only be a minute…” While Daddy was talking, the sound of urine tinkling into the water of the toilet bowl rose and fell, and a moment later the unmistakable smell of poop hit Danny’s nostrils. The curious intimacy of the moment rattled around in his brain; the whole thing seemed so peculiar, and yet… he was… well, curious? He had the oddest urge to see what he was smelling, like Janey quite obviously was doing, and…well, they had certainly seen his… and he had just been invited… With a certain nervousness evident in his halting steps, Danny made his way into the room and came up beside Janey, nervously sucking on his binky and peering down between Daddy’s legs. He had never really seen Daddy’s penis in its sleeping form, and he had certainly never seen his poop, just visible floating in the waters beneath him. The smell in the room was strong, but not horrible; it had an almost pleasing earthiness. He got a much better view a moment later when, apparently done, Daddy stood up, fully revealing two sizeable fairly solid turds and a couple of smaller pieces. Daddy reached for the toilet paper, only to find Janey with a good sized ball of it already in her hand. “Janey wan’ help, Daddy!” she announced jubilantly, reaching for his behind with the hand holding the paper. “Well… okay, sweetheart…” he said in a tone suggesting it was against his better judgement, and turned his butt toward her, “…but be careful, darling. Don’t get any of Daddy’s poopy on your hands.” Without further preamble, Janey began diligently wiping her Daddy’s behind, pausing for a moment to show Danny the soiled paper and giggle, wrinkling her nose in playful mock-disgust before dropping it into the bowl. She then pulled more paper off the roll, too much really like before, and wiped him some more, her hand motions through all of this jerky and purposeful, like those of a toddler. Danny had never imagined doing anything quite like this, one of many unanticipated experiences he had shared with the two of them. But like the others, he found that it was both strangely intimate and oddly stimulating. Experiencing Daddy’s poop this way made him feel closer to him in an odd way, and also it felt somehow naughty, akin to the feeling of sharing his own poopy diaper with the two of them had. A smile began to creep across his face, showing in the corners of his mouth beyond the edges of his pacifier. Seeing this, Daddy reached out to tousle his hair fondly. “All done!” announced Janey importantly, tossing the last ball of brown-stained paper into the bowl. “Thank you, sweetheart,” said Daddy fondly, reaching out to caress her face before turning to flush the commode. “Now, you know that, even though Daddy’s sure Janey was careful, we still have to wash her hands. Poop germs are yucky…” Janey pouted unconvincingly while Daddy pulled up his pants. Danny watched with a certain fascination; he had never had a man casually naked around him, let alone watched him poop, and he could not help but admire the parts of Daddy’s lean, well toned body that passed before his eyes. He also took note for the first time that Daddy was not wearing any underwear, and, thinking back over the last 24 hours, he realized that this was probably normal for him. He was surprised at how disappointed he was when Daddy’s flaccid cock vanished behind the denim covering, and slightly more surprised at how comforting the thought was that followed; that judging by the last day’s events, he was almost certainly going to see it again and soon. These were new thoughts and new feelings for him; he had occasionally indulged in fantasies involving other men, but he had felt weird about it, as though his sense of his own identity did not allow such a thing. This was the first time he had ever had a specific man to focus such fantasies on, one who was almost certainly willing and even eager to relate to him on that forbidden level. One who made him feel, though still nervous about crossing such a rubicon, strangely comfortable with the idea. It seemed to fit the roles they were playing, also; If he was a baby or toddler, he would have to do what Daddy says, wouldn’t he? And daddies take care of their little boys as well as their little girls, don’t they? And yet, he was being so carefully sensitive to Danny’s feelings, easing him in one small step at a time, obviously willing to back off of anything that caused him discomfort. What a guy… And then there was the ever-beautiful Janey, with all of her undeniable charms as woman and baby girl, and the obvious joy this man took in sharing her charms with him. She was not only among the prettiest women he had known, but almost certain the most freely sexual. And of course she was a fellow adult baby who was more practiced and polished in the role than he was; had ever even considered being. ‘Mindfuck’ was not the word. He watched Janey in her toddler princess finery, giggling as she intentionally rubbed her diapered heinie against Daddy suggestively while he stood behind her at the sink, washing her hands for her like a toddler. In his keyed up and un-sated state, the easy sexuality between them, with all of the other elements added to it, was more than a little torturous. What jealousy he had served to amplify his frustrated arousal, and he was realizing ever more keenly that it was not merely jealousy of Daddy for receiving Janey’s attention and acceptance, but also jealousy of Janey for receiving Daddy’s. And it seemed he was invited to partake, of both if he chose… His generously proportioned “dingy” (he found he was liking their use of that that term) was once again struggling against its padded prison by the time Janey’s hands were toweled dry. It took him a second to realize Daddy was reaching for his own hand, and feeling its warm gentle strength enfold his, he felt a curious mixture of emotions. It made him feel small, very much the little kid in his loving Daddy’s care… and also very much a grown man who hungered for more of that touch in a way he had never imagined…and, strange as it seemed, these two feelings, these two sides to himself seemed to come together seamlessly, the most natural thing in the world… These thoughts and feelings swirling around his head, he dazedly allowed himself to be led out into the hallway. Janey, clinging to Daddy’s other hand, skipped along just ahead, humming a little tune through her pacifier as she happily bubbled along. God, she was cute, in her old-fashioned baby dress, totally immersed in her little girl role! As the three of them made their way into the kitchen, Danny wondered if he could, or would, ever get that deeply into his own baby role. Janey certainly did make it look like fun, and… maybe they would like it if he tried? Maybe he would? In his head as he was, he only belatedly realized they had reached the kitchen, the befuddlement once again making him feel like a little kid. It was okay to be befuddled, he had Daddy to guide him, which he did, smoothly and cheerfully, his ever-present kindness leading the way. This time, he seated Janey in the high chair, locking the tray table across her lap before offering Danny a big boy chair. Danny sat silent for several minutes, sucking on his binky staring at Janey in her deep green baby finery while Daddy stood at the counter with his back to them, preparing their lunch. From where he was sitting, Danny could just see beneath the tray table, to where the crotch strap bisected the satin baby pants peeking out from under her skirt, and his unquenched desire arose anew. Really it had never diminished, just calmed itself momentarily as they made the journey through the house. She was so damn cute sitting there all elegantly babyfied, and so grown-up sexy at the same time, he could not help but want to eat her alive, that and… what? Conquer her? Possess her? Something like that. Penetrate and defile… These were definitely big boy thoughts… He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his swelling member feeling the constraints of its as yet dry padded prison. To see her there, locked both into her high chair and away from him…This was the most exquisite kind of torture, she was right there, and no doubt willing, but… was it possible that he was, in some way, enjoying being denied? When release finally did come… He shifted again, his cock now raging at full force… Janey, following his gaze, giggled, reasonably sure she knew something of what was going on in his addled brain, and in his diaper. She was saddened just a little that, despite the intensity of his gaze upon her nether regions, he could not see the stream of hot pee that was at that very moment flowing freely within the layers of cloth and plastic and pooling in the padding beneath her crotch. Too bad,for she knew he would appreciate it as few others could. Such a glorious sensation, it was a pity it could not be shared, but it felt so lovely all around her intimate areas… Glancing at Daddy and seeing he was still distracted making their sandwiches, and seeing that Danny’s attention was still firmly focused on her crotch, she squeezed her arm down between her belly and the tray table and, just as she had a few minutes before while pleasuring Daddy, slipped her hand into the leg opening, first of her silky pants and then her warm soggy diaper. She heard a rather satisfying sharp intake of breath from Danny when he realized what she was doing, followed quickly by a similar soft binky-muffled gasp from herself as her fingers found their target. She didn’t really feel a need for release exactly, though her previous self-service had been notably short of the proper fucking she might have preferred. But as a tease for Danny… knowing what he had just witnessed and then having been left hanging… it was, in a word, delicious… Danny was quite literally drooling, saliva dripping from his pacifier’s shield, as Janey’s excitement began to build once more. She writhed in her seat as the waves of pleasure coursed through her, shifting to press herself against the high chair’s crotch strap to apply additional pressure on the hot soggy padding between her legs. Danny’s lustful rapt attention drove her on, and her passion crested, resulting in a whimpering moan her binky could not muffle. Hearing this, Daddy turned around to investigate, the scene before him telling its own tale. Valiantly, he tried to hide his naughty smile behind an unconvincing scowl of disapproval, feeling the texture of his jeans in a new way as his manhood came to life. “Janey!” he said in a tone of mock rebuke. “What have I told you about putting your hands in your diaper?!” He stepped over to her, grabbing her arm and pulling the offending hand out of her pants and onto the tray table. Maintaining his stern demeanor as best he could, he avoided the strong temptation to kiss her fingers clean. Janey pouted at the reprimand, just like any toddler whose parent had ruined her fun. “Really, sweetheart!” he continued in his unconvincing mad voice, “Why do you want to be a meany to Danny like that? He’s been so good…” Janey’s pout deepened, her eyes dropping from his in mock shame, though the smile in them was plain to see. Danny marveled at how completely they both played their parts in this little drama, both of them clearly enjoying both their roles and the situation they were pretending to be upset about. Could he do that? It certainly did look like fun… “I sowwy, Daddy…” said Janey, eyes still lowered, pretend contrition in her voice. “And for teasing Danny?” he asked, his tone still playfully stern. Janey’s eyes flashed to Danny’s for a moment, her amusement plainly visible, before lowering them again. “I sowwy Danny…” she said, inserting a whine to avoid laughing. “Well…,” said Daddy, relenting just a little. “ I guess we can forgive you this time... can’t we Danny? If you promise to be a good girl. Daddy has your lunch ready. And after that, I think it will be time for someone I know to take a nap…”
  10. Chapter XLII: Dressed For Success Daddy ran his hands along the parts of Danny’s sleeper around his freshly diapered heinie, looking for wet or messy spots that might have escaped from their recent play, but miraculously he found that his previous huggies had contained it all. Satisfied, he grabbed the zipper at the knee and pulled it upwards slowly, smilingly taking his time to enjoy the visual of his new ward’s chubby thigh, his new diaper, thick but as yet unsullied, and his cute round belly as each part of him disappeared beneath the fabric. His own desire, so recently awakened by the marvelous vision of his infantile lady’s joyous devouring of this “young” man’s generously proportioned penis, was only very slowly cooling; he could still taste the semen on his tongue from kissing her afterward. Reaching the extent of his reach, he paused with the zipper, offering his “boy” a hand and, with some effort, helped him to sit up. He then continued with the zipper, watching with slight regret as the broad pudginess of his chest winked out of sight. With Danny now fully clothed, he offered him his binky, still dangling by its tether from his collar, before returning his attention to the ever-charming woman/girl seated next to them. “Well, kids...,” he said cheerfully, rising to his feet. “Danny’s jammies made it through our games without getting ooky on them, so, if he wants, he can keep wearing them today. Would you like that Danny?” “Mmm-hmm,” came Danny’s paci-garbled response. “Good boy!” he said in a pleased tone, reaching out to tousle Danny’s buzzcut hair. “You are awfully cute in them! Your sister, on the other hand, got some of your poo-poo on hers, so we had better go and find her something else to wear for the day. Ready?” Daddy offered him a hand and his other to Janey, and with a little struggle they both rose to their feet. Continuing to hold their hands, he guided them over to the hallway, heading toward the baby room. Janey pulled free and skipped along ahead of them, sucking on her pacifier, her still open sleeper billowing around her in the air. Danny plodded along slowly beside him, also prodigiously sucking on his binky, still clutching Daddy’s hand and allowing himself to be guided. Bold little girl and shy little boy, both totally and charmingly fitting attitudes for a pair of toddlers. Daddy smiled to himself; it was almost too cute. “So, Danny,” He said conversationally to the little boy at his side while they walked, “Did you like having your heinie changed? You gave us a poopy, and the world did not end.” Danny met his eyes for an instant, then quickly looked away blushing. Pleased once again by the binky in his mouth that excused him from speech. He nodded bashfully as Daddy led him through the nursery door. “Good!” he said, genuinely pleased. “Daddy knows that little ones poop, and that they do not use the potty. Until they are ready, that is. But when you are in this house, and when you are with me, you are my little boy, and whatever little boys have to do, they do in their pants. So, would you like to help Daddy pick out something for Janey to wear today?” Again Danny’s eyes met his for an instant, a look of wonder in them. Again he nodded, this time more enthusiastically. He had not seen this coming! Janey was already over by the closet, having thrown open the doors, and was energetically looking through her various outfits hanging therein. Her unkempt hair, still sort of in pigtails, her unsnapped sleeper with poopy quite visible under the crotch, the binky in her mouth, her overly aggressive shoving of the clothes on their hangers; if a grown woman could appear more like a toddler, neither Danny nor Daddy could imagine how. “Cute” was a descriptor that could hardly do justice to such a vision. “Sweetheart,” said Daddy gently. “Why don’t we let Danny pick out something for you to wear today? He was such a good boy earlier, wasn’t he? For both of us?” Janey whipped around, her messed-up pigtails flying, a broad ear-to-ear grin visible on her face behind her pacifier’s shield. She nodded emphatically, her binky falling from her lips. “Danny wa’ a VEWY goo’ boy!” she trumpeted joyously, breaking into giggles. Turning to Danny as her giggles subsided, she added, “Wha’ you wan’ see Janey weaw, Danny? Make suw’ i’ pwetty!” Danny blushed as he was put on the spot, and, shyly stepping forward, he reached out and started, far more slowly than Janey had been, sorting through the various items in the closet. The collection of dresses and other outfits that met his eyes was incredibly impressive, an entire wardrobe of terribly cute garments for an adult-sized toddler girl, and he was very nearly overwhelmed. Daddy watched patiently as he perused the many possibilities, extremely proud of the collection he had assembled and unused to sharing it with anyone who could appreciate it for what it was. Janey, her little girl mentality what it was, quickly grew impatient, fidgeting and inarticulately whining at the time it was taking. Seeing this, and also its effect on Danny’s apparent stress level, Daddy decided to intervene by distracting her. “Come over here, sweetheart,” he said, stepping over and guiding her over toward the changing table. “Let’s get you out of those dirty jammies, and maybe do something about your hair while Danny decides. You want to be pretty all over, don’t you?” Janey whined louder, but allowed herself to be led away. Standing beside the changing table, Daddy pulled the loose sleeper off her shoulders and let it fall into a puddle around her feet. Grasping first one of her shapely calves and then the other, he stepped her out of it until she stood there naked save for her diaper. Janey truly was a beautiful woman by every adult standard, and he never got tired of seeing her this way, nor did his somewhat frustrated manhood fail to notice her adult charms as well as her baby ones. Returning to his feet, this reawakening intensified as, noticing from long experience that her diaper was a bit bulkier than it had been when he put it on her, he reached out and lovingly performed a diaper check. “Did a little tinkle, did we?” he said softly in her ear, his tone deep and breathy, pressing the bulge in his pants against the plastic and pushing the damp padding against her. Enjoying the blush that came immediately in response, he added “Well… I think you’re alright for now… Now, howsabout we do something about that hair?” As Daddy was bringing out a hairbrush and gently pulling the cute ball hairties loose from Janey’s disheveled locks, on the other side of the room Danny took advantage of his companions’ inattention to pause for a moment and thoroughly christen his own new diaper. The sensation of his hot urine flowing around his balls, pooling around his crotch and heating up the padding as it was absorbed, never seemed to get old, especially when wetting fairly heavily into a dry diaper, and he found it easier to let go with no one actively watching him. Finished, the padding between his legs now pleasingly warm, thick, and soggy, he returned to his perusal of the closet, having finally decided upon a disturbingly cute babydoll dress in a lovely shade of emerald green velvet. It had white lace on the bodice, and enchanting little puffed sleeves. It had been a difficult decision, there were so many pretty things here he would have adored seeing Janey in, but this… this seemed special somehow. Carefully, he reached out and picked it up, unhooking the hanger and turning to carry it over to Daddy and Janey. The vision that met his eyes made him freeze for a moment, dazzled by the cuteness, cuteness and then some, that met his eyes. There was Janey, beautifully naked but for her diaper adorned with its pink ballerinas, sitting on Daddy’s knee, who was himself sitting on the edge of the changing table, brushing out her just over shoulder-length hair. It was a vision splendid the likes of which he had never seen; a beautiful father/daughter moment on one hand, Janey’s almost overwhelmingly adult sexiness on the other. Her beautiful perky breasts and shapely legs, the marvelously feminine flair of her hips, but those sexy hips were wrapped in the blatantly childish attire of a diaper; a somewhat used one if his eyes did not deceive him. And those perky breasts sported erect nipples, and Daddy was gently kissing and nuzzling her cheek, and her ear, in between strokes with the brush. And as he was watching, Daddy paused to pull her face toward him and removed her binky. The two then shared a kiss that was definitely not appropriate for a father and his daughter, their tongues intertwining for at least 30 seconds. One of his hands reached out to fondle her breast and she visibly shivered in response to his touch. Danny could feel the warm padding around his crotch tightening, his ample endowment, still sore from this morning’s extensive activity, nonetheless coming to life once more in response to the scene before him. He stared frozen, the dress in his hands, sucking on his binky with great force, unsure what to do and entirely unwilling to interrupt what was unfolding before him. Thankfully, it was only a moment before Daddy glanced his way and their eyes met with an unexpectedly electric intensity. A broad smile unfurled across Daddy’s face. “Oh my!” he said, triumphantly beaming. “What a choice! What do you think, sweetheart?” “Ooooh!” exclaimed Janey, turning to see and beaming in turn. “Dat ma fav’rot’est one!” “Well, honey,” said Daddy, laughing. “You’ve got a few ‘favoratest ones,’ but that one is super-pretty! Good job, tiger! Bring it over here!” Danny, blushing from the praise, remained silent, but he did start ambling towards them, his erection’s interaction with the thickened padding around it making his gait into something of an awkward waddle. In the meantime, Daddy resumed brushing out Janey’s hair. Setting down the brush and taking the dress from Danny upon his arrival, he slid Janey to her feet and stood up himself. He removed the hanger and bunched it up to go over her head. Knowing the drill, Janey raised her arms like a toddler and Daddy fed the dress over them, guiding them into the little puffed sleeves before sliding it down her body. Straightening the bodice, he turned her around and tied the satin bow at the back. Picking up the brush, he deftly parted her hair in the middle and pulled one side into a pigtail. Reaching into the box of hairties beside him, he chose a different pair, these adorned with green satin ribbon bows, and bound up the tail. The same on the other side, and the look was complete. He glanced at Danny, as if to ask ‘you like?’. Danny’s wide eyes were enough of an answer, but he turned her around to emphasize the point. Janey blushed. “My, you are such a pretty girl!” Daddy exclaimed proudly. “Isn’t she, Danny?” “Mmm-hmm!” came Danny’s enthusiastic binkified response, and he nodded his head vigorously. “Use your words, sweet boy,” said Daddy in a gently remonstrative tone, reaching out to remove Danny’s pacifier. “Uh.. umm…,” stammered Danny, blushing profusely. “You… you look…you look b-beautiful, Janey…” Janey blushed, both at the praise and all the attention from two men who were both so obviously enjoying what they saw. There was no missing the mound of padding projecting from the front of Danny’s sleeper, and Daddy, in his typical fairly tight jeans, did not make for much mystery, either. It had certainly been quite evident while she was on his lap before being dressed. She knew she looked great in this dress; the color and material were gorgeous, and it was just long enough to cover her diaper, so that any movement revealed her padded behind. It was the absolute best combination of womanly beauty and childlike cuteness, her favorite kind of look. But to have it affecting two men at once, two lovers of hers, especially in her already aroused state, this was beyond her experience. Stepping back to view his handiwork and to intensify Janey’s obvious enjoyment of their attention, he had her turn around for them once more. She did it with a twirl this time, revealing her diaper. Daddy gave her a slightly mocking round of applause, and she curtsy-bowed, holding her skirts out to the side dramatically. Even Danny giggled at this, though she could see his more visceral appreciation was undiminished. Nor was Daddy’s, she noted with satisfaction. She was the center of attention, and loving every minute of it. “Yes, indeed!” agreed Daddy, with a critical eye and am impish grin. “Grace personified! But, since we are being so fancy, Daddy can think of one or two little details to make it even more perfect…” The eyes of his two “toddler” charges followed as he briskly walked over to the dresser. Opening one of the drawers, they saw a flash of fabric in a very similar shade of green as the dress Janey was wearing. Closing that drawer and opening another, this time one of the top drawers, his quick hands reached for and grabbed up another, smaller item. He then turned back toward them, pushing this drawer closed with his hip, and with a broad smile proudly displayed his finds as he walked back toward them. In the one hand was a pair of old fashioned baby pants in emerald green satin, decorated on the waistband and each leg opening with little satin bows. In the other was another oversized pacifier, this one in a translucent emerald green, its face shield in the shape of a butterfly. Attached to this binky was a tether of emerald green satin, also with little bows, and a clip that was also shaped like a green butterfly. “Ooooh! Pwetty!” said Janey, a look of awe on her face Daddy walked up slowly and stopped very close to her, caressing her cheek tenderly before slipping the pacifier between her lips and fastening the clip to the dress’s collar. She pressed herself against him, feeling his chest rub against her erect nipples through the luxuriant material and cooing softly around the silicone bulb in her mouth. She could also feel his raging erection pressing against her hip. Daddy caressed her cheek once more, slowly, sensually, his fingertips gently stroking her ear while his hungry eyes bored into her. A naughty smile danced across his face as he saw, and felt, her body shudder. Reluctantly withdrawing his hand from her face and taking a step back, he knelt down before her, placing the shimmery baby pants on the floor by her feet. Seeing him down there, glancing up at her with those fiery eyes, had her desperately wishing he was down there for another purpose entirely; one involving undressing rather than dressing. She could almost feel his greedy tongue invading her innermost secrets, and she whimpered a little as he picked up one foot and fed it into the leg hole of those pretty satin pants. She glanced over at Danny while her other foot was being picked up, his enthralled facial expression around the ubiquitous pacifier, as well as the sizable bulge at his crotch, saying all that needed saying. The sensation of the silky material being slid up her legs, especially the way it caressed her inner thighs, did nothing to diminish her building excitement. Daddy pulled up her skirt and settled the pants around her diaper, adjusting the fit to cover it completely, before rising to his feet and stepping back to admire the complete effect. Again he motioned for her to turn around, and again she complied, though somewhat more slowly this time. She did not spin; her legs were starting to feel like jello. Daddy reached out and pulled up her skirt at the back, displaying her now elegantly padded butt for Danny’s benefit as well as his own. She was indeed a vision to behold, little lady in green, and Danny could not help but whimper his approval. Daddy had her turn back around, and pulled up her skirt once more, turning to Danny with a broad smile to be certain he saw. “Cute as a button, is she not?” He asked proudly, addressing Danny directly. Danny nodded enthusiastically, the tell-tale bulge in his diaper area if anything more pronounced than before. A garbled ‘Mmm-hmm’ accompanied his gesture. “It’s a complete outfit, you see?” continued Daddy, continuing to display his little girl by placing her in various poses. “One benefit to being Daddy to the cutest little girl in the world is that I get to dress her up how I please; my own little baby doll …” Having her Daddy openly display her to another man, in her utmost baby girl finery no less, was another new experience for the day, and it did nothing to lessen the fire he had started in her loins. She pranced nervously, showing herself off to both men, feeding on their lustful adoration and desperately dreaming of being ravaged by one of them… or both… But here she was fully clothed, and her diaper did not need changing just yet. But the burning, oh, the burning… She knew that teasing and being denied were part of the games she always played with Daddy, and now with Danny as well, apparently, but that didn’t mean she had to be happy about it! She wanted to play! Whatever could she do? Turning to Daddy, she hugged herself up tightly against him, like a shy little girl. Whimpering softly around her binky, she rubbed her breasts, covered as they were in gorgeous velvet and lace, against his chest. She could feel his erection up against her and she purposely ground herself against it. Daddy smiled down at her, seeing through her subterfuge, but suddenly her hand was between the two of them, cupping the sizeable bulge between his legs. “Mmm… Daddy ding-y all big,” she observed playfully with a giggle, her binky slipping from her mouth to dangle by its tether against her dress. “Wan’ Janey kis’ i’ an’ make i’ betta?” Not waiting for an answer, she slipped down to her knees in front of him, then plaintively peered up into his eyes. “Pwease?” she begged imploringly, her hands ineffectually pawing at his fly. “Oh my!” replied Daddy with a chuckle, both surprised and impressed by her ingenuity. “Does Janey want a little snack? It IS almost lunchtime…” “Yus! Specia’ ding-y snack!” she emphatically replied, giggling. “Pwease?! Pwetty pwease?!” “Well… okay...,” he responded in a tone of mock resignation as he reached down and loosened his belt, lowering his fly and freeing his constricted hard-on. Without further ado, she grabbed ahold of Daddy’s engorged member and guided it unceremoniously into her mouth. She slurped up and down its length for a few moments before taking it into her throat. Over and over, she slid it in and out of her gullet, feeling Daddy’s body tensing under the assault. Feeling Danny’s eyes upon her, she made certain he could see her as she worked her other hand under her skirt, slipping through the leg opening of her pretty pants and into the damp warmth of her diaper. Greedily she devoured her Daddy’s cock, while at the same time her other hand greedily sought… oh yeah, that’s the spot… Daddy leaned against the changing table, the palm of one hand on her cheek with it’s fingers hooked around her head, guiding her rhythm; fucking her face. Being mostly overwhelmed by Janey’s expert fellatio, he could not keep him from feeling her whole body shudder as her other hand achieved its objective between her legs, and a long-teased self-service orgasm ripped through her. A muffled moan reverberated through his shaft, drawing his attention to the activity under her skirt, Not that he really objected, rather the contrary; it was even hotter knowing she was pleasing herself that way, but it WAS against the rules… hypothetically, at least… “Now, Janey…,” he sputtered breathlessly, continuing to guide her bobbing head. “You..you know… no hannies in your diapies…” He felt more than heard her whimper of protest, which was quickly followed by another shudder as her errant finger brought her to a glorious climax once again. Knowing her Daddy was in no position to interfere, and that he didn’t really want to, Janey continued her finger’s assault on her clitoris along with her oral assault on Daddy’s glans. For Danny, watching all of this so near at hand, this whole scene was the most intense and torturous sort of pornography, and his mighty member was in full effect, stretching the leg gathers of his diaper away from his legs. He certainly could wish it was his cock being so lovingly attended to by Janey’s mouth, Janey so beautifully decked out… such a cute little girl, such a gorgeous woman… But what else? Could he wish…? It was him, kissing Daddy’s...? No… Was he wishing? Well… maybe… If asked, would he? Umm… These thoughts were interrupted by a barely audible moan from Janey, and a visible shiver down the whole length of her body. She withdrew her mouth from Daddy’s cock for a moment, panting for breath and stroking it with her hand. Her other hand finally came out from under her skirt, clutching at Daddy’s jeans. With barely controlled vehemence, Daddy’s hand guided her head back around to her work on his member, and she responded by assaulting it with renewed enthusiasm. About twenty more seconds was all it took before Janey, feeling Daddy’s eruption beginning, visibly shallowed her strokes. She pulled him out of her throat just in time for Daddy’s groan of release, instead taking his load in her mouth, expertly milking each spurt and swallowing it down. It was in Danny’s opinion far better than any dramatic porno money shot he had ever seen, but before he had the chance to finish this thought, Janey rapidly struggled to her feet and turned to him, plucking his binky from his lips and kissing him deeply. With that kiss came a partial mouthful of Daddy’s semen, saved just for him, pushed into his mouth by her tongue. Left with little option, as her kiss was unrelenting, he swallowed the thick, slightly bitter liquid down. Everyone heard his gulp, and his face turned a brilliant red. Daddy smiled at him, reaching out to tousle his hair. “Janey sha’ed he’ snack, Daddy!” declared Janey, turning back to Daddy, all smiles and breathless. “Daddy see? Janey a good girl!” “Yes, sweetheart.” Replied Daddy kindly. “You were a very good girl to share, but… well… did you like sharing Janey’s snack, Danny?” Beet red, Danny hesitated, then nodded sheepishly, fumbling for his pacifier, wanting its seeming protection as he watched Daddy zip up his jeans. His throbbing penis continued to do battle with the soggy diaper containing it, certainly his ‘snack’ had done nothing to lessen its ardor, nor had admitting he had liked receiving it. He had in fact liked it a lot, and the wilder part of his imaginings wondered if… maybe he… “Well, I guess you really are a member of our little family now, little boy,” Daddy said in a kindly tone, mercifully interrupting his aroused musings and smiling wickedly . “Maybe we should get Danny some cute clothes of his own to wear when Janey’s all dolled up. A little sailor suit, perhaps, or something a la Lord Fauntleroy? “ He regarded the man/boy before him, exultant at the possibilities he represented and yet worried about taking him too far too fast. He also felt bad, that in this particular instance and after such a wild experience, his desire remained unsatisfied. “I am sorry you are odd-man out this time…,” he said ruefully, meaning it, and yet… “You will be sometimes, and I will be sometimes… maybe Janey will be sometimes, too… But, good things come to those who wait…” Danny blushed even deeper if that was possible. What could he mean by Janey being odd-man out… that she would have to wait… that this marked some kind of joining of the family… what a family… was he… honored? And having to wait himself, that was… torture... but was it also… humbling? Belittling? Unbelievably arousing? So that when release did come… “Don’t worry, my boy,” said Daddy with a chuckle, as if reading his mind, tousling his hair once more. “Your time will come, and so too shall you! And soon! But now kids, it’s getting to be lunch time…”
  11. These stories are truly lovely! Thank you so much for sharing them!
  12. An interesting in-depth exploration of this subject, I am pleased to be reading it! Having observed toddlers, those still in diapers, I have noted that, as you suggest, once they are in their twos or so, walking and talking, when one is able to catch them in the act of pooping, it is noticeably a voluntary act. Time is taken, play is interrupted if only briefly. Sometimes they do squat down or otherwise change position, other times the matter is simply handled standing or in whatever other position they happen to be in, and is only betrayed by a look on the face, a change in breathing, a simple pause in other activity. The attention span of one so young being short, the pause from activity is only momentary; once the deed is done, he sees no need to dwell on the matter, and resumes his play. The youngster in question, unused to the need for any special preparations or context for this act (such as going to the bathroom and using the toilet), simply deals with the need when and where it arises, then moves on. Being as every poop he has ever taken has become a stinky mess in his pants, having a load in his diaper is not a terribly remarkable experience unless it is somehow particularly unpleasant, nor is it a consequence he considers when he is putting it there; cause and consequence are things that one must teach a child, they do not come naturally, while of course the need to poop does… When wearing diapers myself, I try to emulate this toddler mentality; I simply pause as I must to deal with the need that arises, then move on. It is of course for me a voluntary act, as it seems to be for the toddler, the only difference is that I cannot help but know the consequences, as well as be aware of the alternative of using the toilet. This is in a sense naughty for me because I know better, the moreso because I enjoy the feeling of knowingly breaking that rule and afterwards being a stinky boy. I have also enjoyed playing with unsuccessful potty training scenarios. I would say that my ageplay range of choice is that of a toddler who is probably capable of potty training but either stubbornly clinging to his diapers or benefiting from an overly indulgent parent… or both…
  13. Greetings friends. Yes, I did tell you this story isn't dead, and truly I have a lot of ideas for other places I would like it to go. What time I have to write it, well... that can, I admit, be a problem... I did promise you a new chapter "soon," my apologies that "soon" is such a relative term. But here it is, folks, drumroll please! Chapter XLI: Making the Huggies Fit Spent and gasping, Daddy collapsed on top of his two ‘children’, sandwiching Janey between her two lovers in a sweaty post-orgasmic pile. Danny had already been cuddling with Janey even while Daddy was taking his turn with her, and now, as he lay there on top of them catching his breath, Danny could feel Daddy’s hands reaching around their bodies, gently stroking and cuddling them both without discrimination. It was a wonderfully tender moment for all three of them, and Danny, basking in his own afterglow, found the caresses to be quite a nice bit of icing on the cake; equally appropriate to a lover or a child, and it seemed in this moment he was both. They lay together in this snuggly reverie for several minutes until, giving them both a final collective squeeze, Daddy pushed himself up, inspiring a baleful whimper from Janey as she felt his flagging member withdraw from her. Resuming the kneeling position between their legs that he had occupied before the festivities began, he grasped Janey’s hips, applying firm yet gentle pressure so as to roll her off of Danny’s ample tummy. Janey continued to whine inarticulately as she reluctantly left Danny’s embrace and settled on her back on the blanket next to him. “Ladies first!” he declared matter-of-factly, seeing both pairs of eyes upon him. “Besides, Danny’s big stinky is going to take a minute!” Danny blushed in response to Daddy’s reference to the large and thoroughly squished mass of poop that was on full display in the open diaper beneath him, its stink a potent presence in all of their nostrils. Dutifully Daddy snapped open the box of wipes, and, still kneeling between Danny’s legs, he began tenderly cleaning up the traces of powder and pee that were still plastered to Janey’s nether regions, as well as addressing his semen that was slowly oozing from her vagina. He was careful to be very gentle, knowing the beating her intimate areas had just endured. He wiped the spot of Danny’s poop off of her sleeper as best he could, making a mental note that he needed to change her into some sort of day clothes and get it in to soak before the stain set. Finally satisfied with his cleaning job, he pulled a fresh ballerina diaper from the bag and whipped it open, fluffing up the padding before pushing up her legs and sliding it beneath her. A liberal sprinkle of powder followed, and he paused for a moment to thoroughly rub it into her skin, causing her to giggle as he inadvertently tickled her. Pulling up the front and one side, he fastened the tape in just the right spot with an expertise born of long practice, pulled up and fastened the other and it was done. Planning to change her clothes, he did not move to snap Janey back into her sleeper, but rather offered her his hand to help her sit up with it still hanging loosely about her. “There ya go, little lady!” he said cheerfully. “All done! Now it’s Danny’s turn!” He would have added something about not going anywhere until he had a chance to change her clothes, but he was pretty certain she had no intention of missing the show that was Danny’s diaper change. Danny’s face notably reddened as both of their attention shifted to the filthy mess between his legs, and, sucking prodigiously on his binky, his eyes avoided meeting theirs by focusing on the cartoon still playing on the TV above them. Pulling out a wipe, Daddy went to work, starting with the powdered area above Danny’s manhood before taking the now flaccid but still impressive member in his wipe-covered hand momentarily. He gently stroked it up and down to clean the remnants of Janey’s passion from it before moving downward to address his poo-coated balls. It came as little surprise that Danny’s manhood started to come to life in his hands, and continued to grow as he took it in his other hand to hold it out of the way. Janey giggled, her eyes meeting Daddy’s for a moment, and they shared a momentary smile. Glancing up at Danny’s face, Daddy saw the shade of red deepen, but his shy boy kept his eyes on the screen. Having cleaned all that he could reach with Danny still lying in his mess, Daddy set the thoroughly soiled wipe in his hands in the diaper before him and grasped the underside of Danny’s knees, pushing them up and back. This was considerably more of a struggle than it was with Janey, both because of Danny’s greater mass and because, this being only the second time anyone had changed him as an adult, he did not immediately grasp how to cooperate. He glanced nervously at Daddy at this point, looking confused. Undissuaded, Daddy applied more strength and shoved his legs back, then shifted his forearm under both knees. With the hand this freed, he grabbed the diaper by the front waistband and pulled it toward his knees. He did not pull it all the way out, just pulled the mooshed mass of poop away from Danny’s butt so that it was now in the relatively clean area at the back of the diaper. “Okay, tiger,” he said, still cheerful despite his exertion. “Can you be Daddy’s special helper? Can you put your hannies under your knees and hold your legs like this?” Danny haltingly complied, his blush again intensifying, embarrassed both by meeting Daddy’s eyes in these circumstances and by being ignorant of what, in retrospect, seemed an obvious move. Still, he nibbled on his binky and remained silent. Here he was, imposing his poopy diaper on someone else to clean up, its stink pervading the room, and he wasn’t even cooperating! Daddy only smiled, pulling out a fresh wipe. “That’s Daddy’s good boy!” he said, in the same cheerfully condescending tone he had used for his request, and resumed wiping him clean. Several wipes later, he was finally satisfied with the state of his little boy’s heinie. He turned to the diaper bag and pulled out fresh huggies, opening it up and fluffing the padding. Setting it down to one side on the blanket, he reached out and pushed Danny’s knees just a little further back, this time with his cooperation, and pulled out the soiled one, setting it aside. He then slid the fresh one beneath him into approximately the right position under his hips. Reached for the powder, still out from Janey’s change, he liberally sprinkled Danny’s heinie. He then reached out and gently stroked Danny’s hands, still holding his knees up. “Okay, buddy!” he said, humor in his voice. “All done. You can let ‘em down now…” His eyes snapping back to Daddy’s, Danny released his legs and allowed his heinie to settle into the clean dry padding. Daddy had turned, and was rolling up his old one around the stinky mass in its middle and taping it back on itself into a neat ball. Turning back to the big baby boy before him, he smiled, reaching out to tickle his ample belly. Danny giggled nervously. Sitting up and returning his gaze to his diaper area, his hand slipped down and alighted upon his equally ample penis, notably awake and semi-erect. Holding the head gingerly for a moment between his thumb and forefinger, he turned to Janey with an impish grin. “What do you think, sweetheart?” he said playfully. “How is Daddy going to wrap this diapie around Danny’s great big ding-y? Think it will fit?” Janey giggled, and shook her head, her disheveled pig-tails whipping back and forth. Though she had christened her new diaper in a small way while observing Danny’s change, her pee was not the source of all of the moisture currently between her legs. There was a certain sexual thrill to watching her daddy deal with the very poopy heinie of another, and that this other was a well-endowed boy of her sexual acquaintance, whose very large member was at least partially awake during the whole process… “No, Daddy!” she declared, still giggling. “Big ding-y won’ fit!” “Hmm..,’ he said with mock gravity, examining the the slowly growing cock-head subtly throbbing between his fingers. “What should we do about that, do you think? “ Janey giggled again, blushing. “Janey kis’ i’ an’ make i’ betta?” she ventured. “Mmm…,’ replied Daddy approvingly. “That would be a big help, sweetie! Such a good girl!” Smiling at him for a moment with her own impish grin, she turned toward Danny’s exposed crotch. Reaching out with her right hand, she grasped his partially erect manhood and, as Daddy released the head from between his fingers, she leaned forward, drawing it into her mouth. Just a few seconds of her direct attention was enough to bring Danny to a full erection, and she marveled once more at how it filled her mouth so completely, rubbing against her cheeks, tongue, and roof of her mouth whatever she did. There was no taking this monster into her throat like she sometimes did with Daddy, but that was okay with her, and, judging by the incoherent binky-gagged vocalizations coming from Danny, it was just fine by him as well. The vision of his little girl devouring that massive cock right in front of him, her head stroking up and down with such enthusiasm and obvious enjoyment, her pigtails bouncing and her gorgeous nubile body focused on the task at hand, partially exposed in her still open sleeper, had Daddy’s own manhood straining within its cloth prison in very short order. A frustration this surely was, but he knew there would always be a “later” to satisfy his own desires, for now it was Danny’s turn. To this end, he had a wonderfully naughty idea. Reaching over into the diaper bag, he located a bottle of baby oil. Knowing his two “children” were focused on each other and paying him no mind, he opened the bottle and liberally coated the middle finger of his left hand in the oil. Satisfied, he set the bottle down, then slipped the hand with the lubricated finger up under Danny, probing in his gluteal furrow until he located his anus. Danny groaned in response to this unexpected sensation, but he did not spit out his binky to object, and so Daddy gently applied more and more pressure until his invading finger slid inside his heinie. He continued to ease it in until he could cup Danny’s balls in the palm of his hands, a real handful to say the least! As Janey continued her oral assault on his cock, Daddy’s hand both stroked the finger in and out in his behind and gently squeezed and kneaded his balls. Danny had never experienced anything quite like this double assault, and had never imagined how intense such a combination would be. Less than a minute after Daddy’s finger penetrated him he cried out, losing his binky, while Janey struggled to gulp down a gargantuan eruption of semen that seriously threatened to choke her. Even after coming inside her just a short time before, it was still enough that a trickle escaped at the corner of her mouth and ran down her cheek. Rising from Danny’s now spent member, and fighting to catch her breath, Daddy reached over and kissed her deeply, tasting Danny’s load on her tongue and then withdrawing to lick the excess off her face. “Thank you, sweetheart” he said, his voice husky and his manhood throbbing in his pants. “You’ve been a big help!” Grabbing a wipe from the box still beside him, he cleaned off his finger. Then, reaching for the powder, he generously dusted the front of Danny’s crotch, pulled the front of the diaper up, and taped him up…
  14. Fear not, my friends. My tale is not dead. I have just been super-busy! I will see what I can do to get another chapter up soon! Until then, sorry for the tease!
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