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It's my Mom's birthday today so I will be in and out. I got her several shirts she wanted and a chocolate cream pie (her prefrence over a cake)

Standing alone in the silence of his room, five year old Cody Thomas had a decision to make.  Should he or shouldn't he?   Thoughts of the potential consequences flooded his mind as he wrestled with the temptation. What would his mom say when she found out? Would she be angry? Would he be punished? Or, worst of all, would she be disappointed in him? It was this reaction that Cody feared more than anything else. He tried to hold back, but the point of no return was fast approaching. The pressure was building, and Cody felt the urge to act on his naughty impulse, in more ways than one...   Cody had come a long way over the past few years, growing in ways both big and small.  He could now dress himself, tie his own shoes, and was even starting to read. Yet, there was one area where progress remained difficult—no matter what they tried, Cody still couldn’t keep his bed dry at night. Because of this, he continued to wear diapers at bedtime. A part of his nighttime routine for as long as he could remember, it wasn't something that he ever felt embarrassed or ashamed of. On the contrary, Cody had always quite enjoyed the feelings of comfort and security which the padding under his pajama pants provided.  Although, as an everyday occurrence for him, it wasn't something he paid much thought or attention to.  However, on this particular day, Cody was inclined to experience those feelings in a way he had never before imagined.         The notion of Cody's curious compulsion first dawned upon him earlier that day during a play-date with his three year old cousin Tyler. It was an otherwise ordinary situation, common amongst young children, that sparked these new feelings inside of Cody. Though it had been a while since the boys were last together, they connected instantly, despite the gap in their ages. Bonding over their shared interest in Paw Patrol, the two cousins reenacted scenes from the show with their favorite toy figures and vehicles. Zooming back and forth across the living room, they were immersed in their own imaginary world, when suddenly, it happened.     At first, Cody was left puzzled by Tyler's abrupt change in demeanor.  Their spirited play had come to a precipitous end when the younger boy stopped, frozen in place, near the side of the sofa.  A look of intense concentration spread across Tyler's face as he stood there motionless. The room, once filled with loud, raucous laughter, had now fallen completely silent.   Cody's curiosity deepened as he observed from across the room. He had a hunch about why Tyler had become so suddenly withdrawn, but he quickly second-guessed his initial assumption. "Tyler was too old to be doing that," he thought to himself, as he continued to watch the events unfold.  Attempting to verify his suspicions, his eyes were fixated on Tyler's peculiar posture.  And then it hit him.   With a deliberate sniff, Cody's preliminary guess had been confirmed.   The smell was unmistakable.  An obvious indication of what had occurred, it brought all the pieces of the puzzle together.   Cody was astonished. It was the first time he had ever witnessed one of his peers, someone whom he no longer considered to still be a baby, do THAT in their pants.  Cody had assumed that Tyler was now a big boy like him.  He hadn't yet realized that Tyler still wore training pants to protect him from potty accidents.  While Cody was no stranger to wearing protection himself, it had been several years since he had done anything more than just wet in them.   The five-year-old boy sat down on the floor amongst the scattered toys while continuing to observe the situation.  Fully captivated by the idea of what had just taken place, he felt compelled to keep watching as Tyler made his way out from the nook by the sofa.  Neither boy said a word as Tyler walked right past Cody on his way towards the kitchen where their moms were having coffee. As he passed by, Cody's gaze lingered on his playmate's bottom, the protruding bulge revealing unmistakable evidence of his uninhibited action. Cody stayed intently focused as the events progressed. From the other room, he could hear Tyler explaining to his mother the current state of his pants.  A short while later, he watched as his aunt took Tyler by the hand and led him down the hall to the bathroom. In her other hand, she carried a package of wet wipes and a fresh pair of Pull-Ups training pants. Overcome with an impish desire to see behind the closed bathroom door, Cody felt an unexpected rush of excitement pulse throughout his body as he imagined the details.   It had been over three years since Cody last needed any sort of protective padding during the daytime. Trying to remember back, he found that he could no longer recall much from the days, years prior, when he was still learning to use the potty.  Try as he may, only a few fuzzy memories from that transitional period of his life remained. Lost in a daydream, Cody wished he knew how it felt to soil his pants the way Tyler had just done.    Cody was jolted from his thoughts by the energetic sound of his three-year-old cousin rushing toward him from down the hall.  As his aunt followed shortly behind, he immediately noticed the discreetly rumpled up training pants in her hand. Unlike the pristine pair she had carried into the bathroom earlier, this Pull-Up was visibly discolored, its conspicuous bulk betraying its contents.  It was undeniable proof that the young boy wasn't quite ready for big-kid underwear. Tyler settled beside Cody on the living room floor as his mother stepped into the kitchen to discreetly dispose of his used undergarment. Without skipping a beat, Tyler promptly resumed their game of make-believe.  With his mind still in a daze, Cody picked up one of the toys from the floor and joined him.  Distracted by the thoughts of his newly discovered feelings, he now lacked the same enthusiastic attention that he had earlier, struck by Tyler's unabashed response towards his seemingly deliberate mishap.  Cody found himself envying younger kids like Tyler, who were granted this special privilege. Although these types of thoughts had never crossed his mind before, he was now hung up on the idea.  While he understood that it wasn’t uncommon for kids his age to struggle with bladder control at night, he was also aware that by the age of five, children were generally expected to stay clean and dry during the day.   As a three year old, Tyler was not held to these same expectations. His Aunt's nonchalant reaction, to the unpleasant circumstances involving her son's training pants, affirmed this assumption.  Though Tyler had progressed in his potty training enough to graduate to Pull-Ups, his mother didn't seem to mind that he had used it just like a diaper.  The care and compassion shown by his aunt while addressing Tyler's messy pants was much different than how he presumed his own mother would react if he were to do the same.       Fueled by boundless juvenile energy, the boys rambunctiously bounced between various activities as the afternoon progressed. Throughout the rest of the day, Cody couldn't shake the thoughts and images of Tyler's earlier indiscretion from his mind. It wasn't until after his aunt and cousin had left that he began to form his plan.   It all began with a subtle twinge of nature's call after dinner, the familiar feeling that signaled it was time to sit on the potty. A sly grin flashed across Cody's face at the realization of this budding opportunity. He could tell by the fading daylight outside that it wouldn't be long before bath-time. After that, if he could hold it until then, he would have the chance to do something he had never before considered. Lit only by the soft glow of the lamp on the nightstand, Cody stood in his bedroom after his bath, staring blankly at the bookshelf. It was the time of night when he was allowed to read or play quietly in his room before bed. On this night however, five year old Cody Thomas had other plans.  His pulse quickened, and a dampness coated his palms. He felt a pressing need to relieve the aching pressure that was building inside. There was a disposable diaper taped snugly around his bottom, and Cody's temptation to use it was strong...    Mature beyond his years, Cody displayed a sense of self awareness not often seen in children his age.  An exceptionally well-behaved and conscientious young boy, he always minded his manners and he rarely acted out.  It was these superlative character traits that had allowed Cody to be potty trained in a relatively short amount of time, and at a considerably young age. Already using the potty by his second birthday, he was completely free of daytime accidents just a few months later. If not for his lack of night-time bladder control, Cody would have been out of diapers forever.  After a seamless transition to underwear, Cody's mother continued to use Pampers on him at bed-time. Considering how well they had always worked at protecting his sheets from a nightly soaking, she'd been reluctant in switching to training pants. Even though it was taking longer than she'd initially imagined, she felt confident that it was just a phase which he would eventually grow out of.   Like the kind and caring mother she was, she had remained patient and reassuring over the years while waiting for him to develop the ability to stay dry throughout the night.  Nevertheless, despite her attempts at limiting his fluids after dinner and scheduling potty breaks before bed, Cody still woke up most mornings just as he had ever since he was a baby... with a very wet diaper. While not unusual for kids Cody's age to frequently experience the involuntary release of number-one while sleeping, consciously pushing a number-two into them was something entirely different.  Beset by this recent desire, it was the first time he ever considered doing something that he was certain his mother would disapprove of.   Longing to recapture forgotten memories and feelings from an earlier part of his life, Cody found it difficult to resist the lure of this boyish whim... Standing alone in the silence of his room, five year old Cody Thomas had a decision to make. He paced restlessly by the side of his bed, his mind torn as he weighed the two choices before him.   He recalled a cartoon he'd recently seen, where an angel and a devil appeared on either shoulder of the main character. Each apparition, with opposing motives, urged the man to act—the angel pushing him to follow his conscience and do the right thing, while the devil tempted him to succumb to his desires. Cody felt exactly like that now, grappling with his own inner conflict as his imagination took over. An imaginary devil, perched on the shoulder of the young boy, whispered into his ear. "Go ahead, do it. You will feel so much better. Just push that stinky poopy right into the seat of your pants.  After all, you ARE wearing a diaper and that is what they're made for, AREN'T they?"  "Cody Nathaniel Thomas, you're far too old for that. Big boys like you shouldn't be filling their pants with poo-poo. Just go tell your mom, and she can help you use the potty," the corresponding make-believe angel advised.  "Don't listen to him.  You know you want to do it.  Wouldn't you like to remember what it feels like to make poopy in your diaper?"    "Cody.. that diaper you're wearing is to protect you from wetting the bed, not for making your poopies in." Even though the words were all in his mind, it had felt quite real for Cody and he wasn't sure which one he should listen to. As he felt the emerging stool beginning to crown, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.    More than anything, the five year old boy just wanted the discomfort that he felt below his waist to subside.  Cody knew the only way to relieve the stabbing pressure was to just let go and push, but he remained indecisive on where he should do it.  While unsure if he would ever get another opportunity like this one, he feared the unknown repercussions that could come with using his diaper in that manner. Lost in his conflicted feelings, Cody paced back and forth until, suddenly, he froze in his tracks. The intensity of the aching cramps had suddenly increased.  His focus had now turned to straining as hard as he could in an effort to hold back the impending mass which was causing the intense discomfort. Standing there, his rear clenched tight, the immense wave of pressure gradually subsided.  However, the close call had left Cody shaken. He no longer wanted to follow through with the plan that had eagerly excited him just moments earlier. After repeatedly mulling it over in his mind, he ultimately decided the angel was right—it simply wasn't worth it. He turned around and made his way towards the bedroom door. He intended to go ask his mom to remove his diaper so he could relieve himself on the potty... but that's not what happened.      After just a few steps, the intense pressure returned—stronger than before. Cody strained with all his might to hold it back, but it was no use. He could already feel it forcing its way out as he stood there, powerless to stop it. He knew it was inevitable, whether he wanted it or not. A wave of satisfaction and serenity overcame Cody as the burgeoning mass made its way towards the seat of his protective pants. His mind was now completely clear. All of his thoughts and worries from moments ago had simply vanished. All he could focus on now was the relief he felt from releasing the unrelenting burden which he had been holding in tight.  A soft, muffled thud emanated from the back of the young boy's pajama pants, cutting through the silence of the room.  At that moment, Cody felt an unfamiliar tug at his waist as the diaper he wore stretched to accommodate the broad, globular lump that had just dropped into it. Five year old Cody Thomas, was now wearing, a poopy diaper. Even though he had been left with no choice due to his procrastination, Cody felt extremely happy that he'd gone through with the mischievous deed. He couldn't remember ever feeling so excited and exhilarated.   He immediately reached his hand around to his back side to inspect his newly formed creation. He was fascinated by how rigid and dense the mass was while he patted it with his palm.   While admiring the naughty bump in the back of his pants, Cody looked over at his desk in the corner of the room and was struck with an inspiring idea. He walked over to the wooden desk and pulled out the chair.  He then heard his imaginary angel and devil friends reappear.   "What a great idea! Go ahead and do it! Sit your butt down on that poopy diaper. It will feel so good,"  said the devil with a sly grin. "Don't do it. It's bad enough that you just pooped your pants.  Don't make it worse by sitting in it. Think of the mess!" the angel retorted.   But Cody was determined. He had absolutely no interest in what the angel was saying this time.  The impulse was too strong to resist.   Without wasting another second, he sat right down on the firm lump of poo that was nestled in the inner lining of his diaper.  He let out a soft sight as he felt thick nugget start to flatten from his body weight.  The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Caught up in the enjoyment, he never paused to consider the consequences of his actions Cody stood back up and again patted his now flattened bulge with his hand. It was then that he felt the aching pressure return as he realized that the first deposit was only the tip of the iceberg.   This time, Cody did not hesitate.  His heart hammered like a drum, the beat drowning out all rational thought. The thrill bubbled within him, an electrifying mix of exhilaration and reckless abandon. The looming specter of punishment holding no weight in his mind, Cody was determined to push more mischief into his Pamper. Thinking back to how his younger cousin looked earlier in the day when he was doing the same thing, Cody froze, bent his knees, and then let loose.  In an instant, the bump in the back of his pants had grown larger. Cody stood frozen, a tingling sensation running throughout his body.   Consumed by the unfamiliar experience, he didn’t even notice the release of his bladder until the unmistakable warmth spread across his bottom. Mesmerized by the weight of his full diaper, he took a few gentle steps around the room as he got accustomed to the novel feelings pressed against his backside. "Five more minutes until I come to tuck you in, okay, sweetheart?" Cody heard his mom call from the hallway. Trying his best to sound normal, he responded through the closed door, "Okay, Mommy."  The thrill that had just consumed him came crashing down, replaced by waves of regret as he imagined his mom's reaction to finding her five-year-old son in a poopy diaper.  A pungent, earthy scent now filled the entire room. Cody was certain his mom would know what he'd done the moment she stepped inside.  As soon as the blow dryer clicked off in the bathroom next door, he felt the clock ticking, acutely aware that her entrance was now only minutes away.  Overwhelmed by fear, tears started to run down his face as he panicked over the thoughts of his moms response.  Disappointed, angry, ashamed—those were just a few of the words racing through his mind. Cody began to sob uncontrollably as he heard footsteps approaching his door. Pressing his back against the wall, he tucked his hands behind him. His gaze dropped to the floor just as the doorknob started to turn. "Ready for night night kiddo?" Cody's mom said as she walked through his bedroom door. Still a bit tipsy from the bottle of wine she'd shared with her sister earlier in the afternoon, it took Mrs. Thomas a few moments to register the unexpected scene she had walked into.  The smell hit her first—a sharp, recognizable scent she wasn’t accustomed to encountering in her five-year-old’s bedroom. Then her eyes landed on her precious son, standing across the room with his head bowed, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed quietly. "What's the matter buddy?"  Cody's mom asked gently, despite already having a pretty good idea of why her son was whimpering.   It was then that Cody completely broke down, tears streaming down his face as his lip trembled.  Though his reaction was an uncontrolled response to the stress of the situation, Cody exaggerated it just a bit—a defense mechanism born of the hope that his mom might be less angry if he was crying hysterically.  "I pooped in my pants Mommy, I'm sorry! It was an accident. Please don't be mad."  Cody blurted out with his voice cracking through the sobs. "Oh sweetheart. It's okay. Don't cry. Mama's not mad at you. Come here and give me a hug." Mrs Thomas replied feeling heartbroken that here little boy was so upset. Cody felt a slight wave of relief, though he knew he wasn’t out of the woods yet.  Sure, his mom wasn’t upset now, but how would she react when she realized Cody had sat in his mess like a small toddler? The contents of the heavily soiled diaper jostled as Cody walked to the edge of the bed where his mother was crouching down with her her arms wide open. He collapsed into her warm embrace, resting his head on her shoulder, while she gave him kisses on the cheek. Mrs. Thomas instinctively reached for her son's sagging pants, assessing the damage with a gentle tap of her fingertips on the prominent bump. While Cody's mom was not thrilled at the prospect of dealing with such a stinky situation, her priority was to comfort her only child, who was trembling in her arms. "Shhhh, it's okay sweetie. Mommy will make it all better. No need to cry." Cody's mom whispered in his ear as she removed her hand from his backside and was now softly rubbing his hair. She then grabbed a few tissues from the box on the nightstand and began to wipe the tears still running down his cheeks. Mrs. Thomas smiled warmly and asked, "Feeling a little better, sweetheart?" Cody's spastic breathing began to steady as he nodded. "Yes, Mommy," he replied, starting to feel a bit calmer. She tilted her head, her voice gentle, "Good. I don’t like seeing you so upset, buddy. Are you sure you’re okay? Do you have a tummy ache or anything?" Cody hesitated, a pang of guilt in his chest. "No, Mommy. I feel okay," he said, knowing he hadn’t been entirely honest. Her brow furrowed briefly, though her tone remained light. "Alright, I was just wondering since you’ve never had an accident like this before. I’m just glad it happened while you were wearing your nighttime diaper." "Now, what do you say—ready to get out of those stinky pants? Because Peee Uuuuu!" She gave him a playful wink and pretended to plug her nose This lighthearted comment made Cody crack a smile. 'Okay,' he replied with a sniffle, slowly recovering from his crying spell. Walking slightly bow-legged, Cody held his mom's hand as they made their way to the bathroom down the hall. He watched as she opened the linen closet and gathered the supplies needed for the diaper change she was about to perform: a large beach towel, a package of wet wipes, and a clean diaper from the box of Pampers on the floor.   After placing the diaper and wipes on the counter, she unfolded the beach towel and placed it on the woven rug in the middle of the bathroom floor. "Okay Sweetie.  I'm ready for you.  I can't change you standing up like I do with your wet diapers, so I'm going to have you lie down on the towel here," Mrs. Thomas explained as she grabbed Cody's jammy pants from the sides of his hips and proceeded to pull them down around his ankles. Cody felt his dirty diaper sag even further once his pants were pulled down. He felt another impish desire wash over him as he was strongly tempted to swing his loaded Pamper between his legs by swaying his hips.  He immediately dismissed the idea from his mind as he was still worried about what his mom would say when she discovered what he had done to his poop.    "Down you go," Cody's mom said in a playful tone as she gently lowered him onto the towel spread out on the floor. She grabbed the wipes and diaper from the counter, knelt by his feet, and prepared to get to work." "Wow, kiddo. It's been such a long time since I last changed you out of a messy diaper. I can barely remember—it must have been right after you turned two. You were practically still a baby the last time it happened." Cody's mother paused to reminisce about when her little boy was still just a baby before moving forward with the unpleasant task. "That's because you were such a good boy, even as a baby," she said with a warm smile, glancing at Cody as she spoke. "You made potty training so easy for Mama. Not all moms are as lucky, though. She paused briefly before continuing, her tone turning slightly thoughtful. "Look at your cousin Tyler—you saw what happened today. He's almost three and a half, and Auntie Laura told me he still poops in his pants every day. She said he's nowhere near being potty trained." She shook her head and let out a soft sigh. "Honestly, though, I think she’s just being lazy. It's easier for her to keep him in a diaper or pull-up than to do the work of hovering over him all day to make sure he gets to the potty." Cody's mom continued, fiddling with the container of wipes. Her slight tipsiness had loosened her filter, finding herself revealing more of her inner thoughts to her young son than she normally would. "That's why I could never be mad at you for something like this—whether it was an accident... or not," she said after a brief pause, her tone carrying a hint of suspicion that her son may have filled his diaper intentionally. Those comments made Cody feel a pang of guilt for not being entirely honest about what had happened earlier in his room. It was difficult for him to withhold the truth from his mom, especially after she had just praised him so warmly. The weight of it all became too much, and Cody felt compelled to confess, so he blurted it out. "Mommy....  It wasn't an accident. I did it on purpose."  Cody's mom gave him a soft smile, her tone gentle and reassuring. "I know sweetheart.  It's okay." Cody's mom replied, stopping just as she was about to grab one of the tapes of the dirty diaper.    "Really? How did you know it wasn't an accident, Mommy?" Cody asked, his eyes wide with surprise that she already knew his secret. "Moms just know these things, kiddo," Mrs. Thomas said with a knowing smile. She couldn’t help but think it wasn’t a coincidence that her son's first accident happened on the same day he saw his cousin poop in his pants "Monkey see... Monkey do doo-doo," she mused to herself, stifling a chuckle. Cody was delighted by his mom's reaction to the situation.  He now felt silly for worrying so much about what she would say upon finding out about his deliberate accident. However, Cody was still concerned about the one last surprise that was waiting for his mother on the inside of his diaper. He watched nervously as her adept hands continued to go to work. "Rip...Rip," Mrs Thomas proceeded with unfastening the tapes on Cody's Pamper.     "Ok Buddy, can you lift your legs in the air for mommy?"  Cody did as his mom instructed, praying she wouldn't be angry about his pancaked poop.   "Woah kid, your poopies have certainly gotten a lot bigger since you were two." Cody's mom remarked surprisingly, as she pulled down the front flap of the diaper she was about to change.  She pulled one of wipes from the container as she continued. "Also, your poops seems to be a little on the hard side, buddy. I think we're gonna add some more fruit to your diet to try and soften it up. Sound good?" She asked Cody as she began wiping the messy residue from his butt.   "I like peaches", replied Cody gleefully, happy to be talking about fruit instead the condition of his diaper.   Cody's kind and caring mom continued with the diaper change, saying nothing about the flattened poop inside. With the larger load now on top, she hadn’t even noticed it. And thanks to the firm nature of Cody’s poop, the mess wasn’t particularly bad. Once Cody fully realized there would be no consequences for his actions, the tension melted away from his body. As he relished the comforting touch of his mom’s hands fastening his fresh diaper, his gaze shifted to the used one lying nearby. A proud sense of accomplishment washed over him as he took in the sight of the mounded brown lumps nestled within the padding of the heavily used disposable diaper. As Cody lay in bed, sleep eluded him as his mind replayed the day's events on a loop. The faint scent of poopy diapers lingered in his nose, intertwined with the thrill of the discoveries he'd made. Though it was his first time exploring the unique sensations of using his diapers for more than just pee, he knew it wouldn't be his last.    The End If you like Cody, you're going to love Skyler. Check his stories out here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/5736016

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