Diaper References

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Halfway through the bottle, the warm formula sloshing in James's stomach, Emma paused and shifted her hold on him. She eased him upright against her chest, one arm wrapped firmly around his bare torso while her hand patted his back in steady, rhythmic taps. 'There we go, upsy-daisy for burpy time, my wittle bubba. Come on, let it out—nice big burp for Aunty.' Her palm pressed between his shoulder blades, rubbing in circles now, the motion insistent as she cooed into his ear. Louise glanced over from where she cradled Jessica, mimicking the technique with a tentative smile. She sat the baby higher on her lap, supporting her tiny head, and tapped gently along her spine. Jessica's mouth worked the nipple a few more times before a soft, bubbly burp escaped her lips, followed by a dribble of milk. Louise chuckled softly, wiping the baby's chin. 'Good girl, that's it. Keep going, sweetie.' She tilted the bottle back into position, and Jessica latched on again, sucking greedily without missing a beat. James squirmed in Emma's grasp, the pressure on his back building an uncomfortable bubble in his chest. He clenched his jaw, refusing to play along, but Emma's taps grew firmer, her voice pitching higher. 'No hiding it, babykins—burp for me, or Aunty gonna keep patting till you do. Burp-burp-burp!' On the next solid thump, she leaned in close, her breath warm against his neck, and James couldn't hold it. A forced, hollow belch rumbled out of him, more cough than burp, tasting of the milky bitterness. Emma's eyes sparkled with triumph. 'Yay! Such a good baby. Now, open up for the rest—almost all gone, then we'll burp again.' She lowered him back down, shoving the nipple past his lips once more, her fingers stroking his cheek as the remaining formula drained into his mouth in steady pulls. He swallowed the last drops reluctantly, the liquid settling heavy in his gut, a faint warmth spreading lower from whatever 'special' addition Emma had mentioned. She sat him up straight away this time, repeating the patting ritual with even more enthusiasm. 'One more burp, precious—let Mama hear it.' Her hand rubbed vigorously, and after a few moments, another reluctant belch escaped him, this one deeper, carrying the scent of the formula. 'Perfect! All done with your bottie. Who's my full tummy baby?' Satisfied, Emma helped him to his feet, though his legs wobbled slightly, the nappy sagging a bit from the earlier change. 'Kitchen time, everyone—dinner's almost here.' Louise finished Jessica's bottle, burping her one last time before gathering the baby into her arms. The group shuffled into the kitchen, the air already thick with the scent of steamed rice and savoury sauces wafting from the front door as the delivery arrived. James hesitated at the table, but Emma guided him toward the same chair he'd occupied at lunch, This time however they added some padding to make it look like a booster seat. 'Sit-sit, baby boy, just like before. No big boy chair for you.' He lowered himself onto it, the thick nappy crinkling loudly against the wood, his bare skin prickling in the cooler kitchen air. Across from him, Louise strapped Jessica into the high chair, buckling the tray in place as the baby cooed and banged her fists on the plastic surface. The doorbell chimed, and Louise hurried to answer, returning moments later with steaming bags. The aroma intensified—soy-glazed chicken, fried rice, egg rolls—making James's mouth water despite himself. Emma unpacked the containers, dishing portions onto two plates with efficient scoops, setting them at the counter for herself and Louise. James's eyes darted to the table, counting: just two plates, heaped with adult food, while his spot remained empty. He shifted in his chair, a disappointed whine building in his throat, but Emma caught his look immediately. She sauntered over, pouch in hand—a colourful squeeze packet labelled 'Fish Pie' in bold letters, pureed carrots and flaked fish swirled inside. 'Aww, what's that sad face, little one? Babies don't get yummy grown-up food, silly. You get special baby mush—nice and easy on that tummy.' She tore open the top, squeezing a dollop onto a small spoon from the drawer, waving it under his nose. The bland, fishy scent hit him, far from the tempting Chinese smells filling the room. Louise and Emma settled at the counter, forks clinking against plates as they dug in, chatting casually about the food's spice level. James stared at the spoon hovering near his mouth, stomach twisting—not just from hunger, but suddenly, a sharp cramp gripped his bowels. The formula's warmth had turned insistent, churning inside him, and he realized with dawning horror that he needed to poo, the pressure building fast and unavoidable in his nappy. Louise scooped up another glob of the fish pie from the pouch, the pureed mixture a pale orange sludge flecked with tiny fish bits, and pressed the spoon against James's lips. 'Open wide, baby boy—airplane coming in!' She cooed the words with exaggerated cheer, her free hand tilting his chin up as the spoon slid past his teeth. The taste exploded on his tongue: bland, fishy mush that coated his mouth like wet paste, forcing him to chew the non-existent texture or risk gagging. Emma leaned in from the other side, her own spoon loaded and ready. 'That's right, swallow it down for Aunty and Mummy. Good babies eat their dinner all up.' She alternated with Louise, each thrust of the spoon syncing like a tag-team effort, the women chatting over his head about the Chinese food's perfect heat level while James's stomach roiled from the formula and now this slop. His eyes flicked sideways to Jessica in the high chair. Louise had sneaked her a tiny pinch of fried rice, mashed soft with a fork, and the baby gummed it happily, bits sticking to her chin as she babbled. Real food—savoury, steaming—while James choked down baby food. A protest bubbled up in his throat. 'But—' he started, mouth parting. Instantly, Emma's spoon dove in, smearing more fish pie across his tongue. 'No talking, little one. Eat!' He clamped his lips, but Louise was there next, prying them open with her thumb. 'Shh, babies don't complain. They just yum-yum.' Another attempt: 'This is—' Spoonful shoved deep, the mush hitting the back of his throat, making his eyes water. They kept it up relentlessly, silencing every whine with a fresh load, until the pouch emptied, his belly bloated and queasy. Then it hit—a hot, urgent cramp twisting through his guts. The formula's 'special' ingredient must have loosened everything; a warm gush of mushy poo surged into his nappy, filling the padded crotch with soft, spreading warmth. It squelched against his skin, the smell rising faintly, earthy and rank. Discomfort bloomed immediately, the mess sticky and heavy between his legs. James lifted his bottom off the chair instinctively, hovering to avoid squishing it further, his face flushing hot with shame. Emma's sharp eyes caught the movement. She set her plate aside and crossed the kitchen in two strides, her hand clamping onto his shoulder. 'Oh no you don't, stinky boy—bottom down!' With a firm push, she forced him back onto the seat. The nappy compressed under his weight, the poo mashing outward, coating his buttocks and creeping up the back. A wet squelch echoed softly, and the odor intensified, unmistakable now. James froze, mortified, as the warmth turned clammy against his thighs. Emma wrinkled her nose but grinned, leaning close to pat his cheek. 'Phew, somebody made a big stinky boom-boom in their nappy! That's okay, my wittle poopy pants— all babies go poo-poo and wee-wee right in their diapees. You don't fuss about sitting in it, do you? Nope, just wiggle and play like nothing happened. Clean you up later.' She ruffled his hair, her tone dripping with mock sympathy, while Louise stifled a laugh and wiped Jessica's face clean. The women polished off their plates, savouring the last bites of chicken and rice, the kitchen filling with satisfied sighs. James sat rigid, the ruined nappy a constant, squirming reminder under him, every shift spreading the mess further. Finally, they cleared the table, unstrapping Jessica from the high chair. 'All done with dinner! Time to move to the living room for bathies,' Emma announced, scooping up the baby. James gently got off the chair, legs shaky, hoping for relief—a quick wipe-down, fresh padding. He waddled after them, the loaded nappy dragging with each step, the women ignoring his discomfort as they settled in the living room. A large plastic tub waited on the floor, filled with shallow warm water, towels stacked nearby. But instead of heading for him, Emma lowered Jessica into the bath, splashing water gently over her legs. 'Bath time for my princess first—scrub-a-dub-dub!' Louise turned to James, pointing to the blanket spread out beside the tub. 'You, lie down on the floor, baby. No change yet—we're doing Jessica first. Just wait your turn like a good boy.' He hesitated, the mess chafing, but her stern look brooked no argument. Reluctantly, he lowered himself onto the blanket, the nappy squishing audibly beneath him as he stretched out, exposed and helpless while the sounds of Jessica's splashing filled the room. The living room buzzed with the gentle splashes and coos as Emma knelt by the small plastic tub, her hands gliding a soapy sponge over Jessica's chubby legs. 'Look at those itty-bitty toesies, all clean and wrinkly from the water! Who's my splashy girl? You are! Yes, you are!' Emma's voice pitched high in baby talk, drawing chuckles from Louise who hovered nearby, towel at the ready. Jessica kicked her feet, sending droplets flying, her giggles filling the space. James lay on the blanket, the soiled nappy a heavy, cooling weight against his skin, every breath reminding him of the sticky mess smeared across his ass and thighs. He shifted uncomfortably, eyes fixed on the tiny tub—no bigger than a kiddie pool, barely deep enough for Jessica's small body. No way I'd fit in that, he thought, a knot of dread tightening in his gut. The women were too absorbed in the baby to notice his squirming, their attention locked on Jessica's bath-time routine, praising her every wiggle and bubble. Finally, Emma lifted Jessica out, wrapping her in a fluffy towel and patting her dry with soft strokes. 'All done, princess—time to get you snug in your Nappy and jammies.' She carried the baby to the changing mat nearby, sprinkling powder over Jessica's bottom before taping a fresh nappy snug around her waist, the padded bulk crinkling as she pulled on footed pyjama's, zipping them up to her chin. Louise warmed a bottle under hot water from the kitchen, testing the temperature on her wrist before handing it over. Emma cradled Jessica, guiding the nipple into her mouth; the baby latched on eagerly, sucking in rhythmic pulls as milk dribbled slightly from the corner of her lips. With a satisfied hum, Emma stood, rocking her gently. 'Night-night, sweet pea. Mummy's got another baby to tend to.' She ascended the stairs to the spare room, Jessica's contented swallows fading as the door clicked shut. The living room fell quieter now, the air still scented with baby shampoo and the faint, lingering whiff of James's accident. Louise and Emma returned, their eyes landing on him with purposeful intent. Emma clapped her hands lightly. 'Your turn, little man! Up we go for bathies and a fresh start.' James pushed himself up on his elbows, the nappy sagging and squishing audibly, sending a fresh wave of humiliation through him. 'Wait—this is... I feel gross. The mess in my nappy, it's everywhere, and I don't like being naked around Emma. I'm an adult, you know? Do we really have to do this exact baby stuff? Can't we tone it down a bit?' Emma's expression sharpened, but her tone stayed firm, almost playful as she crouched beside him. 'Oh, sweetie, this is precisely what you begged M for—your big fantasy of being our helpless little baby boy. We're just bringing it to life, every nappy, every feed, every cuddle. If it's too much and you can't handle playing the part, the door's right there. You can leave anytime. But if you stay...' She trailed off, arching a brow expectantly. He swallowed hard, the weight of his own desires clashing with the raw vulnerability. The mess chafed, the infantilization both thrilling and mortifying in equal measure. After a long pause, he nodded, voice small. 'I'll... I'll stay.' A grin spread across Emma's face, triumphant and teasing. 'That's my good baby. Now, lie back down—we're starting with a proper check before we clean you up.' She placed a hand on his chest, guiding him flat onto the blanket with gentle but unyielding pressure. His heart raced as she tugged at  legs to expose the bulging, stained padding fully. The cool air hit his skin, making him shiver, but Emma didn't hesitate. 'Louise, come here—watch how to do a nappy check right. It's all about being thorough, so you know exactly what you're dealing with.' Louise knelt beside them, her curiosity piqued as Emma demonstrated. First, she pressed her palm flat against the front of the nappy, rubbing in slow circles over the padded crotch. 'Feel for wetness here—push down a bit, see if it squishes or feels soggy against his little pee-pee.' The pressure made James tense, the sodden material yielding under her hand, warm urine soaking through from earlier. Emma nodded approvingly. 'Good, now the sides—slide your fingers along the leg gathers. If they're leaking or the tapes are loose, it'll show.' Her fingertips traced the elastic edges, dipping just inside to gauge the fit, brushing against the sensitive skin of his groin incidentally. James bit his lip, cheeks burning as Louise mimicked her, her touch lighter but no less invasive, probing the tapes and seams. 'And don't forget the back,' Emma continued, rolling him slightly onto his side with efficient strength, exposing the rear. She patted the seat firmly, the mushy load compressing with a faint, wet sound. 'Sniff if you have to—poo-poo will have that tell-tale smell, and you can feel the heaviness or lumps through the padding. See? He's full back here, all squished from sitting.' The odor wafted up stronger now, earthy and pungent, as Louise leaned in, her nose wrinkling but her hands following suit, squeezing the back panel to assess the spread mess coating his buttocks. Emma guided her further: 'With a quick peek test if it's bad— just the surface, to confirm.' She peeled back one tape with a rip, folding the front down briefly to reveal the stained inner lining, a smear of brown visible against his skin, before re-securing it. 'Always re-tape snug but not too tight—keeps everything in place for now.' Satisfied, Emma helped James sit up, the nappy now even more dishevelled from the inspection. 'All checked out—you're a proper messy baby. Now, meet us in the bathroom for your bath. We'll get that icky nappy off and scrub you clean.' She and Louise stood, gathering towels and a fresh change of supplies, leaving him to waddle after them, the inspected mess shifting uncomfortably with each step. The bathroom door stood open, steam curling from the running shower as warm water pattered against the tiles. The tub below brimmed with just a shallow inch or two of water—barely enough to cover his ankles if he sat, the rest relying on the cascading spray from above. Emma tested the temperature with her elbow, adjusting the faucet. 'In you go, little one. We'll make sure every bit of you is sparkly clean.' Louise waited with a bottle of baby wash, ready to lather up, as James hesitated in the doorway, the promise of relief tangled with the deepening pull of submission.

Sitting here giggling out loud with a stupid grin! Thank you for a brilliant chapter!

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