Sir Stinkypants

I think it's a cool idea, recreating baby toys for we big babies. Particularly if they did them scaled up to adult size; I have a thing for scale, large baby items help me to feel small. I have the most wonderful giant rubber ducky, and I am always on the lookout for a good oversized baby bottle that I actually like... If one of the companies did that activity center, for instance, it could very easily be made just different enough to avoid patents and such while still capturing the essence of the original. Truly, there have been many such baby activity play centers, an average of them would be just fine. It would be a large item if you scaled that up, difficult to hide for those of us that would need or wish to. Still, an interesting idea. Could be a separate company from those selling diapers, even. I feel like there is a large still mostly untapped market for all sorts of big baby items...

Interesting! You know, despite being pretty close to the maximum waist size for the medium size SDK's, the front side wings always wind up balling up and sticking out of the wasitband when I wear them for any length of time. It's annoying. I suspect that if that extra material was not there...

I could not agree more! The wide sides are silly, and fit awkwardly. They should be like scaled up modern Huggies or Pampers in design, with stretchy wings tapering to a single wide tape. This would both look and fit better. Why no one makes something like this, despite the lively market in, and the several manufacturers of, specialized ABDL diapers, I cannot fathom… Not much use in competition if they all make essentially the same products…

Good day, fellow pampered princelings (and princesslings, and any other royal -lings who may be reading this)! I recently acquired a case of Kiddo’s “Teddy’s Ultra” diapers, and I have been putting them through their paces. What follows is my review: There can be no doubt that these are very cute diapers. They are also very absorbent, have lovely standing leg guards and are otherwise very functional. The cloth-back texture is very nice in a tactile sense, and overall they are made very well… Unfortunately, all of this is ruined by the hook-and-loop tapes/landing strip, which is quite frankly the most useless fastening arrangement I have ever seen on a diaper, youth, medical, or ABDL. The single tapes per side are mounted too low on the sides, closer to the position of the lower tapes on 4 tape diapers, too close to the legs, and any activity at all dislodges them. The tapes also have weaker adhesion than any tape I have ever seen. Worse, repositioning/reapplying the tapes, however carefully, makes this adhesion weaker. I do not mean they come loose sometimes, with any duration of wear they come loose EVERY TIME… I still have some ABU Cloth-Backed Cushies, a cloth backed hook-and-loop single-tape-per-side diaper recently (and very sadly) discontinued. Being the same basic design, I am able to directly compare them, and the difference is night and day. Better tapes positioned more reasonably, that actually hold the diaper on my butt, win every time… sad that I, and we, can no longer get these ;( I am saddened by this, not only because I feel I have wasted my money, but that is means that there is no good quality single tape cloth backed hook and loop ABDL diaper currently available. You see I am particularly fond of diapers that fit that description… In conclusion, I cannot recommend these despite their promising appearance. I do not know about you, but I find having to worry about my diaper staying on me majorly detracts from my little space experience. Do yourself a favor and do not join me in my disappointment...

Greetings, pampered friends! I recently ordered a case of Kiddo Teddy Ultra's, and I have a review. In terms of cute, these things are lovely. Absorbency is great. Overall construction and texture are wonderful. The hook and loop tapes, however, are useless. They are mounted too low on the sides, closer to the typical position of the lower tapes on four tape diapers, and, just like those lower tapes, they are too close to the movement of the legs and get pulled loose. In addition, the hook and loop tapes, or possibly the landing strips, are really too weak to hold a diaper onto an adult even without the afore mentioned positioning problem. ABU Cloth-Backed Cushies, which were very sadly discontinued, had two much stronger tapes much more reasonably positioned; I still have some, so I am able to directly compare them... I have tried several other hook and loop diapers, these are worst I have seen... I do not know about you, but having to worry about my diaper coming loose and falling off (which they pretty much always do) majorly detracts from my little space experience, and in my opinion absolutely ruins what is otherwise a very nice product. I will not be buying them again, I suggest that you do not...

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…

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 (?)…

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… 😭

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?

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!

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!”

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!!

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?”

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…”