Sir Stinkypants

Greetings, friends! Sorry for the long delay(s) betwixt chapters. Mine is a busy life, and for me it takes real time to write these things. Wish I were more efficient at writing, also wish the creative juices flowed as freely all the time as they do sometimes. It is what it is. Would that i could promise improvement, but... I'll do what I can. I hope everyone is well, and, as always, please do not hesitate to comment, complain, or ask questions! Oh, and PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE donate to Daily Diapers if you possibly can! Every little bit helps Mikey keep this wonderful site here for all of us! Chapter XXXIX: Good Things Come… As per Daddy’s instructions, Danny and Janey made their way into the living room. Janey immediately flopped down on the blanket, pulling the big teddy bear that Daddy always brought out with the blanket over to her and positioning it as a pillow. Danny, very conscious of the stinky load clinging to his nether region, sat down a bit more gingerly before lying down next to her on the big bear. He was still a bit nervous about his imminent diaper change, the irrational part of his mind still worried about Daddy’s reaction to opening the very messy ‘present’ he had made for him. Seeking comfort, he tried to zone out into the colorful cartoon mayhem still playing out on the TV screen before him. He was surprised a moment later when Janey rolled over and gave him a full-body hug, and went for a kiss that, once she found his mouth, was far from the innocent smooch of a toddler. Her hands began to wander as their liplock continued, making a bee-line for the lump at the back of his diaper, and she giggled mid-kiss while pressing and squeezing the pungent mass against him. He could feel her using the pressure on his soiled behind to press the soggy swollen padding encasing her own crotch hard against his hip. Finally releasing his mouth with a little gasp, she started to rhythmically rub herself against him, letting out the occasional coo of pleasure and smiling at him in a manner that was heartbreakingly cute, yet far from innocent. Danny was, understandably, mesmerized, and he could feel the well-used padding around his own crotch tightening around his rapidly growing member. A gleeful giggle escaped Janey’s lips as her wandering hand discovered his awakening manhood, and she kissed him again while pointedly pressing her cloth-wrapped breasts against his chest. The rhythm of her padded crotch grinding against his hip continued unabated, and he could feel the soggy warmth of her diaper through the layers of material. It became apparent in the next few moments that her grinding against him was not just something she was doing to drive them both mad, when, amid a crescendo of cute inarticulate utterances, Janey achieved a real if modest climax. Gently, her movements subsided and she came to rest, still wrapped around him. Danny shifted his arm trapped between them and wormed it under her to embrace her in a hug, still quite aroused himself but also in awe of what had just transpired. After a moment, he ventured to speak. “That was… amazing!” he said haltingly. “D… do you do… umm, that… a lot?” “So’times…,” she replied sheepishly, giggling and blushing. “I… I wike i’ on da horsey, betta… wi’ poo poo!” “She likes it anytime, silly boy!” said Daddy, chuckling, startling them both with his presence, and obviously having witnessed at least part of their fun. “Janey is a very greedy little girl when it comes to her kitty-cat. It’s one of the things we love about her! She could be more considerate, though…” Standing over them with the diaper bag in his hand, as he obviously had been for awhile, Daddy reached down and touseled Janey’s mussed pigtails affectionately while she continued to blush. “Now, sweetie,” he continued, walking around them and settling down to a kneeling position at their feet. “As much fun as that was for you, and Danny, too, in a way, I’ll bet your brother would like his dingy to feel all tingle-y, too…” “Aww, Daddy!” whined Janey, with a pouty face. “Janey wan’ Danny feew tingwy, too! But… weww… Janey not ‘wowed take cwo’es off, an’…” “…And Janey got impatient,” he stated, finishing her thought with a cocked eyebrow and a not so innocent smile. “Well… I guess we can forgive her…this once…” Gently grasping Janey’s cotton-wrapped ankle from its resting place atop Danny’s legs, he used it to guide her off of him, so that she was lying back on her own next to him. He then grasped both of Danny’s ankles, pushing them apart, and scooched himself, still on his knees, up between them. Dragging the diaper bag to him and placing in on Danny’s side opposite where Janey was laying, he rose up on his knees and reached out for the zipper runner at Danny’s collar. “Well, little man, I guess it’s time we survey the damages,” he said cheerfully, pausing to offer Danny his binky before pulling the zipper down his body. Danny’s apprehensions about sharing his diaper’s shameful contents came crashing to the fore as the zipper slid down his body, and the redness of his face corresponded with a notable decrease in his erection. Daddy noticed both these changes of course; on the one hand such self-consciousness was cute and somewhat endearing, but on another level he was concerned for Danny’s feelings, and, a bit selfishly perhaps, disappointed at the reduction in his sexual ardor. He found himself wondering if there would ever come a time when Danny would be more comfortable with all of this, but quickly decided that it was far too early in their relationship to give up hope. This was the first messy diaper he had ever presented him with, after all, and they had only met yesterday. In a brief moment the diaper was revealed in all its glory; the yellow of urine showing clearly through the thin white plastic backing of almost all of it, with tell-tale brown patches peeking out from underneath. The fecal stench that he had been smelling off and on all morning grew in intensity, as did the intensity of Danny’s blush, and he pondered how to reassure Danny that it really was okay with him. Better than okay, really; he was, for whatever reason, a real fan of poopy diapers, and he could feel his manhood stirring at the prospect of opening this ‘present’ from Danny’s insides. Having changed many such diapers, he could tell before opening it that it was far from the worst he’d seen, how could he express to Danny that he’d done good in a manner that he would really believe it? “Drumroll, please!” he said jokingly, smiling impishly at Danny before grabbing the tapes and ripping them free. This smile, intended to be reassuring, was lost on Danny, as his eyes were anywhere but on Daddy’s as his diaper was being laid open. The vision that met Daddy’s eyes was very much the diaper of an adult-sized toddler; his penis, so excited mere moments before, had shrunk back to resting proportions, and it presided over an impressively sized mass of soft, dark brown poop that had been thoroughly mashed, both to the seat of the diaper and to Danny’s behind. Baby powder clung defiantly to all the skin that was not covered in poop. The mess had in places gotten beyond the side gathers, befouling the elastic beyond, though he could as yet see none on the sleeper itself. The odor quickly became quite a strong presence in the room, though both he and Janey had definitely smelled worse. “Whew! You did make a stinky Danny! A BIG stinky!” he said with a chuckle, finally prompting a glance from Danny’s crimson countenance that he met with a cheerful smirk. “And what do you know? The world did not end, and Daddy did NOT run away screaming!” “Janey wan’ see!” declared Janey, struggling to sit up. Getting a full view, she giggled, adding, “Danny make BIG poo poos! Aw! Dingy no big no more!” She pouted in disappointment, reaching out to touch it. Daddy playfully smacked her hand away, giving her a mock-stern look. “Don’t touch that!” he said scoldingly, a playful smile peeking out from behind his serious expression. “There’s poopy on it!” He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead in response to her pouty expression, then turned to the diaper bag and pulled out a wipe. Gently he enfolded the wipe around Danny’s sleeping member, thoroughly cleaning it and reaching under to wipe the poop from his balls. His motions were clinical at first, and Danny again found that this intimate touch was not awkward or unwelcome. He was rapidly recovering from his nervous apprehension; his mess was on full display and everybody was still all smiles. Was it possible they were actually… enjoying it? Both had claimed that they would, but… yet another element of all this that was too good to be true? As he pondered this, he became aware that, rather than moving on to clean the rest of him or making any move to remove the soiled diaper beneath him, Daddy had changed wipes and was still slowly stroking his strong yet gentle wipe-covered hand up and down his shaft. Was he giving him… a handjob?! Moreover, with his fears mostly having subsided, he felt himself responding, his member slowly growing in Daddy’s hand. Janey giggled as she saw him grow under Daddy’s touch, and Daddy’s motions became more intense as he got bigger. Glancing back at Daddy, he saw him smiling back at him naughtily. “Does that feel good, little man?” he asked rhetorically, the evidence of Danny’s pleasure plain to feel between his fingers. Danny nodded nervously, again glad of the excuse to not speak provided by his binky. Daddy continued his rhythmic stroking with the one hand, while with the other he fed Janey her binky and tenderly stroked her cheek. His hand then moved downward, unsnapping her sleeper starting at her collar. Danny watched mesmerized as her breasts were slowly revealed, and was driven even wilder when Daddy paused to bare them further to both men’s gaze. He took a moment to stroke them lovingly and tease the erect nipples before continuing to undo the snaps on down her body. Finally he reached the joint at her crotch where the two lines of snaps up the legs came together and her swollen diaper was revealed. The pink ballerinas printed on its plastic cover now danced on a distinctly yellowed background. Without further ceremony, he pulled loose first one and then the other Velcro tape, and, guiding her to rise up on her knees, he pulled it out from under her. Momentarily releasing his hold on Danny’s now fully-fledged erection, prompting an involuntary and, to himself, surprising whimper of disappointment, he placed both hands on Janey’s hips and pivoted her body around to straddle Danny as he lay, his messy diaper still beneath him in his sleeper. Up on his own knees behind her, Daddy reached around her hips with both hands, one taking hold of Danny’s manhood once more, this time bare-handed, the other reaching into the cleft between Janey’s legs and delving his middle finger inside of her. A gasp was heard from around her binky, followed by a giggle. His probing finger, finding Janey’s pussy to be well and truly warmed up and ready for action as expected, withdrew from her turgid depths, stopping to caress her engorged clitoris with its well moistened tip. His other hand resumed its stroking of Danny’s throbbing cock, Danny’s eyes meeting his with a look of almost pathetic gratitude and an involuntary little moan of pleasure. Satisfied with the rise he had gotten out of both of his infantile charges, and, secretly relishing the generous proportions of Danny’s full erection in his hand, both for Janey’s pleasure and his own, he eased her body forward so that her dripping vagina met the tip of the huge prick in his hand. Angling each of them just so, he pulled at him and pushed on her simultaneously, receiving a satisfactory binky-gagged moan from each as she settled down on to him. Removing his hands, he drew back to watch as Janey took over the initiative, slowly beginning to ride Danny’s massive member, listening to her moans of ecstasy as it stretched and prodded her insides as only such a monster could. Her riding gradually got faster, and it was not long before he heard and saw the unmistakable signs of a dramatic orgasm building in Janey. Shifting himself around beside Danny for a frontal view, he reflected on the fact that he had known they both wanted this all morning, and he had intentionally made them wait. Knowing also that good things did indeed come to those who wait, he intended to enjoy every minute…

Bravissimo! A rare reading pleasure that was, and what an ending! I suppose all we big babies like a fairy tale happily-ever-after... It would be lovely to check back in with those characters again sometime, but I suspect I’m just being greedy! Many thanks!

Both, most definitely, as with most of my relationship with diapers... I like playing the little boy who has big boy needs, also, and messing is the best for feeling both little and aroused...

Welcome back! I too have taken long hiati (the plural of “hiatus”, not a misspelling of the Caribbean nation!) from diapers and littledom, though I have known of my interest in such things since adolescence. No harm in pursuing other interests; also no harm in indulging oneself if one is so inclined, at least within the bounds of reasonable discretion! Wonderful to hear that you are able to indulge and be honest with you lady about it, honesty is so important in any relationships; even without lies, hiding things breeds mistrust... Glad to have you with us once more, please don’t be a stranger!

Credenza

I just recently became aware of this story, and have been shamelessly binging it! Very nice work!! I would love to read more if inspiration ever returns, and, if all these comments from others are any indication, so would a great many other people! Of my many faults, ingratitude is not one! Many thanks for writing and sharing this truly charming tale!

Ed Grimly (I must say)

Hydrogen

Chapter XXXVIII: Breakfast in Babyland Carrying their toys, Janey and Danny walked back out into the living room. Daddy was nowhere to be seen, so they wandered over to the blanket on the floor and settled down. Danny felt the mass of warm poop in his diaper squish beneath him as he sat down, feeling it spread and moosh itself onto a larger portion of his behind. This sensation always brought with it several feelings. On a purely physical level, it felt curiously good, but also icky and dirty, like he had sat in warm mud. When combined with the smell, intensified by disturbing the lump and by sitting in one place, it made him feel like a very dirty boy indeed. The potty-trained adult in him reacted with shame and revulsion as most people would, but the little boy in him felt strangely at home sitting in his poo. It made him feel like that little boy like nothing else could; a helpless child in need of adult assistance, but not necessarily in a hurry to get it. Wanting more of this feeling of littleness, he found himself reaching for the pacifier that dangled from its tether against his chest, amazed at how natural and unthinking his need of it had become. Slipping it into his mouth did indeed provide at least some of the infantile comfort he was seeking, and he zoned out into the dancing lights of the cartoons on the screen before him. Sitting there cocooned in his cozy warm sleeper, his warm poop mooshed beneath him and its stink a constant presence in his nostrils, it occurred to him that, for the first time, he had pooped in his pants in the company of others, and it was neither a matter for shame nor was it his problem to solve. In his adult life, he had never felt so small. Minutes later, Daddy reappeared, coming in from the kitchen. He smiled when he saw his little ones, sucking on their binkies amongst their toys, the madcap antics of the animated characters commanding their rapt attention. His smile only deepened when, a moment later, his nose detected the unmistakable odor of a very dirty diaper. “Breakfast time!” he announced cheerfully, interrupting a commercial; ironically one for Luvs diapers. Janey’s head spun around at the sound of his voice, her disheveled pigtails flailing out, and a big smile appeared behind her pacifier’s face shield. Pulling her legs beneath her, she rapidly struggled to her feet, the move extra cute and babylike in her footed sleeper. Pausing for a moment, she turned and reached for Danny’s hand. Self-conscious about the stinky load clinging to his heinie, Danny somewhat reluctantly accepted her help to stand also, the mass of warm poop shifting as he rose up off of it. The seat of his diaper sagged away from his body as he came to his feet, and, while most of it stayed with the diaper, a fair amount of the sticky soft poo remained plastered to his butt. He was very aware of the sensation of it continuing to move as he started walking, following Janey and Daddy toward the kitchen, and even more aware more of the stink being released into the air with each step. Surely Daddy could smell his soiled state by this point, did he really intend to feed them breakfast before dealing with the matter? He supposed that a real toddler, his poops happening whenever the spirit moved him, might run into such scheduling conflicts. After all, diaper changes must be juggled with the rest of life’s activities, and, unlike potty visits, they were never an emergency. Poop already in one’s pants would keep, at least in theory… These were the thoughts that wandered through Danny’s mind as he followed his new ‘father’ and ‘sister’ into the kitchen. Two already poured bowls of cereal and a bottle of milk, old fashioned glass, sat on the table. Daddy pulled out a chair for Janey, getting her pushed in and settled. He placed a bib around her neck, this one decorated with colorful butterflies, before placing one of the bowls in front of her. He then added a pink plastic spoon featuring one of the Disney princesses on the handle., and carefully poured her milk. Turning to Danny and smiling, a touch of wickedness dancing in his eyes, he took his hand and led him over to the high chair at the end of the table. Just this simple act of taking his hand without preamble had a certain intimacy to it that Danny was unused to with another man, but, like many such new intimacies involving Daddy, he found it comforting rather than threatening. It made him feel strangely close to him, and also, being such a parental move, it reinforced his feeling of being a little boy in the presence of a grown man. The poop in his pants only amplified this feeling, as did the pacifier in his mouth and the all-over softness of the sleeper. There was more to it, of course, if he chose to think about it; being a baby had always had sexual connotations for him, as it seemed it did for Daddy as well, and to be so intimately reduced to an infantile state by a man was… interesting, to say the least… Pulling the chair to one side, the tray table already removed and sitting on the counter, Daddy led him to a stop in front of it. Using their joined hands, he turned his ‘little boy’ around so that his back was to it. Coming in quite close in front of him, closer it seemed than he would have been comfortable with any other man being, Daddy released his hand and placed both hands on the outsides of his upper thighs. Pulling upward and pushing forward, he slid him back into the seat, which was just below the height of the table. Danny felt his poop squish beneath him once more, and the stink wreathed around him intensified, prompting a blush from Danny and a chuckle from Daddy. “Danny…” said Daddy in a mock-accusing tone, a mirthful smile playing on his lips. “Did you make a stinky?” Danny’s face went from a gentle blush to beet red, and his eyes went to the floor. He had been fairly certain Daddy could not have missed smelling his poopy diaper before now, but to have him acknowledge it, and in that tone of voice… he had not been prepared for that, and was actually quite anxious about how to respond. Daddy was tempted to laugh at his silent response, but, though it was quite comical and very toddler-like, he thought he detected real angst despite their earlier conversation. He thus decided to show mercy. “Aww… it’s okay, buddy…,” he said in a soothing tone, reaching out to tousle Danny’s hair. “I bet your tummy feels better, hmm? Daddy’ll take care of that after breakfast, okay?” Danny’s eyes rose to meet his, and his still red face, pacifier and all, nodded nervously in response. Smiling again, Daddy walked over and picked up the tray table, bringing it over and setting it in place in front of Danny. Connecting the sides, he then reached beneath to connect the crotch strap to the seat. It was a tight fit, as this chair had been made with Janey in mind, and once attached it put real pressure on the front of Danny’s diaper. It was an odd sensation for Danny, though not an unpleasant one, and he found that he enjoyed the feeling of being restrained and at the same time pressed into his mess. He wiggled around a bit, testing the sensation while Daddy put a bib on him also, a more masculine design with a single large 4x4 truck in the middle, similar to his own real one outside. He then set his cereal bowl on the tray and poured the milk. He was a bit surprised when, rather than supply him with a spoon as he had for Janey, Daddy pulled up a tall stool next to the chair and sat down. Reaching over, he gently removed the pacifier from Danny’s mouth and tucked it through the neck of the bib to dangle on his chest beneath. This was another very intimate move, and Danny blushed again and giggled as Daddy’s fingers inadvertantly tickled his neck. Producing a spoon, a blue plastic one that was made to resemble an airplane, Daddy dipped it in the bowl and, zooming it about playfully, guided it to Danny’s mouth. Self-conscious and feeling both Daddy’s and Janey’s eyes upon him, Danny opened his mouth to receive the ‘airplane,’ awkwardly taking the mouthful of cereal with just a little of the milk running down his cheek. It was only then that he noticed the burping cloth on Daddy’s shoulder, seeing him pull it off to wipe his face before the next ‘airplane’ swooped its way to land in his mouth. He reflected as this process continued that he had never been spoon-fed as an adult, nor indeed had it ever occurred to him as a way of indulging his adult baby persona. It definitely made him feel small and babyish, and smelling the poop beneath him while he ate added a curious element of insouciance to the affair that only amplified this sense of infantile immersion. It was being a baby beyond anything he had ever dared dream of, and, as Daddy’s loving hands delivered spoonful after spoonful into his mouth to the occasional accompaniment of Janey’s giggles at the odd mishap with the milk, he found himself wondering what other baby games were in store for him that he had never imagined. Finally, the last spoonful swooped its way into Danny’s mouth, and both the ‘little’ ones’ bowls were empty. “All full?” inquired Daddy cheerfully, reaching over to rub Danny’s ample tummy. Danny nodded silently, only vaguely aware that he hadn’t spoken a single word since breakfast began. “And you, sweetie?” he asked, turning to Janey, who nodded more forcefully, her mussed pigtails bouncing merrily. Danny shifted in the confines of his seat slightly attempting to stretch, the warm stinky mush beneath him squishing around. The movement made him aware of a remarkable pressure in his bladder that he had not previously noticed. Realizing the only way to remedy that situation, his favorite way were he being honest, he willed himself to relax where he sat an applied some gentle pressure of his own. At first he was only rewarded with a trickle or two, made more difficult by the strange sensation of back-pressure caused by having his huggies so tightly bunched around him, but, shifting a little, he was able to start a reasonable flow that quickened into a healthy stream. Running out and down, it pooled beneath his balls and heated up the thickening padding around his whole crotch area and behind, mixing with the mess already plastered to his behind. It seemed he had really had to go! He looked over at Janey, who had it seemed been watching him intently while Daddy was putting away the cereal and milk, seeing a conspiratorial knowing look on her face. “Di’ tha’ feew good?” she asked, smiling impishly. Danny nodded, blushing a little as Daddy came around and undid his bib. “Di…did you…? He asked, speaking for the first time since their foray to the baby room. “O’ couwse, siwwy!” she replied, giggling as she stood up and pulled off her bib. “Janey a’ways pee pees! Diapees a’ warm! An’ Janey wan’ changies, too, so we ca’ pway!” Daddy smiled knowingly as he overheard this exchange. Disconnecting the tray table from the highchair and setting it aside, he offered Danny a hand down. Smelling the load in Danny’s pants again as it was once again disturbed, a “Whew” escaped his lips. “My, you are a stinky boy, Danny!” declared Daddy with a chuckle. Walking up behind Janey, he reached down to check her diaper, adding, “It’s just as I thought! Alright kids, it’s heinie changing time! Get your little butts in the other room and lay down on the blanket, Daddy will be there with the diaper bag in two shakes!”

A good start!

You have a remarkable gift for plot twists and cliffhangers! Thanks so much for sharing this!

Borg

Happy New Year to the diaper-clad! It has been just about 4 years since I posted chapter 1 of this tale, and about 1 year since I started actually writing and posting the rest of it! And it's still going strong! Many thanks to all of you who have taken the time to read this my first real creative writing attempt, and even greater thanks for the comments and encouragement some of you have posted along the way! It has been an interesting process turning this fantasy into a narrative, I am continually surprised by the details and variations that seem to evolve organically as the story progresses. I am truly not sure how far this story will progress, or where it will go exactly, other than the further development of our little family into a stabler and more permanent unit. It surely wouldn't be much fun to abandon them now that we have them together without a fairly thorough exploration of the possibilities of such a threesome... We shall see! Onward! Chapter XXXVII: A Present For Daddy Janey whimpered around her pacifier as Daddy began powdering her and wrapping the new diaper up around her, making it clear he did not intend to indulge her in any further ‘fun things’ at this time. As much as she dearly loved Daddy’s intimate kisses, his fingers within her were a poor substitute for the mutual pleasure of being impaled on his shaft, and of feeling his own pleasure as his semen rushed into her, and she was left feeling quite disappointed. Daddy smirked at her knowingly while as he snugly taped her naughty parts up inside their plastic prison. “Now now, little girl…,” he said, smiling sympathetically as he snapped her sleeper back up around her. “Don’t you want to be ready to play when your brother makes some nice fudge for us?” Janey’s brows were knitted into an exaggerated frown as she grudgingly allowed him to help her up and off the table, and she continued to whine incoherently around her binky. She was disappointed, and still a little cranky after waking up, and, true to her baby persona, she saw no reason to be reasonable despite her certain knowledge that Daddy would make it up to her and then some. She knew she would have both Daddy and Danny to play with, Danny with a stinky butt no less, and she knew it would be soon. But Daddy had intentionally gotten her juices flowing, and she wanted something more now! After all, what did a baby girl know about patience? Daddy was a meany! “Well, Daddy certainly does,” came Daddy’s response to her continued despondency. “I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait, sweetie. Come on.” With that, he offered his whiny girl his hand, and his other to Danny, and began leading his two ‘children’ back out into the living room. Janey’s pouty expression and unhappy whimpering continued as they walked, even when about halfway down the hall a hot trickle of golden urine began to flow from her. As always, it pooled around her already aroused vagina before spreading to become a pleasing warmth in the padding all around her crotch. Though this happened many times every day, she never tired of that sensation; it always felt wonderful just physically, especially the ‘christening’ of a dry diaper, but it also always brought with it both the sexual thrill of being a naughty and nasty big girl and the blanketing comfort of being a well cared-for baby girl without a care in the world. That comfort, the peculiar privilege of indulging in such childlike irresponsibility, was quite arousing as well, though of course it had many other emotional benefits. Still, on the simplest level it made her feel safe and loved, which was perhaps the greatest turn-on of all for any woman. Her frown began to fade as she pondered these things silently. She glanced over at Danny, wondering if he Danny had similar feelings when he wet his diaper. Having a caregiver was new to him she knew, maybe he would come to feel more like she did about the comfort factor as he grew more used to his role in their ‘family’? Daddy led her and her ‘brother’ out into the living room and switched on the TV to some cartoons for them. He had laid out the same blanket on the floor they had used the previous night, now freshly laundered, and also the giant teddy bear. Settling down onto the blanket as Daddy returned to his chair at his desk, she lost herself in the colorful characters on the screen. She didn’t know this particular show, but it seemed entertaining enough in her current frame of mind; something about a group of kids on some sort of adventure. It was not long, however, before her attention wandered and her eyes wandered over to Danny sitting beside her. While he, too, seemed enraptured by the action on the screen, his face, what she could see of it around his binky, betrayed an occasional troubled expression. It was the look of someone suffering from some sort of mild physical discomfort, and it quickly reminded her that, according to his own words earlier, he needed to poop. She knew well from personal experience that pooping oneself is difficult for the potty-trained, and much easier in some circumstances than in others. She wondered what she might do to help. “Hey, Danny…,” she said in a half-whisper, pulling out her binky to speak clearly. “Hmm?” responded Danny, still pacified, his head turning to meet her eyes. “You wan’ see my toys?” she asked, still half-whispering, a playfully naughty expression on her face. After a brief pause, Danny nodded in reply, and started struggling to his feet after her. He wondered a little what sort of ‘toys’ she was referring to that went with that smile, but then decided that whatever sort they were they might be fun. The pressure in his guts was only increasing, albeit slowly, and sitting down had never been an easy pooping position for him. He welcomed the chance to stretch his legs, and to escape the chance of being caught by one of Daddy’s occasional glances in their direction. “Daddy!” Janey declared loudly. “I gon’ show Danny my toys!” “Alright, sweetheart,” replied Daddy, chuckling, as aware as she was of Danny’s situation and wondering if this were the real reason she wanted to disappear with him. “Why don’t you pick out a few and bring them in here?” “Okay, Daddy!” she crowed, and, grabbing Danny’s hand, she led him back down the hallway at a brisk pace. She led him to the baby room, door still open from changing time, and they came to a halt in front of an enormous toy box he had not noticed before. Danny could see other toys, mostly dolls and stuffed animals, on a nearby shelf. Throwing open the lid of the box, he could see that it was filled with many smaller baby and toddler toys, though many of them were over-sized for what they were. He admired this apparent interest in scale that he saw in many things around here: not only were the diapers and the baby clothes adult sized, but so were the toys and even the baby furniture. He found that it helped him to feel small… “Mmm…” he said inarticulately, pausing to remove his binky before continuing. “I thought… well… you said ‘toys’ with kind of a naughty smile…” “Oh!” said Janey, laughing. “You though’ Janey meant big girl toys? Janey ga’ dose, too! But we pwayin’ baby! No, ‘toys’ wa’ ‘scuse so Danny coul’ get up an’ go poo poo. Na so easy sittin’ on da floor.” “I… well, I…,” stammered Danny, blushing profusely and avoiding her eyes. “It is hard to go sitting down…” “Janey know!” she responded, beaming at him. “How Danny us’ly go, standin’ up like yes’day?” “Well, I…,” Danny replied nervously. “Usually standing up, yeah, just hunched up a little… Sometimes leaning on something. I’ve seen little boys do it that way. Feels kinda… natural, I guess…” “Janey like dat, too!” she said cheerfully. “So’times she squat down, but… Dunno, don’ feew right ‘less I cwawlin’ on da floor or so’thin’. Danny eva squat down?” “Sometimes…” he responded, feeling the building need within him reaching near crisis proportions. “I… well, like you were saying… it doesn’t feel right. Toddlers I’ve seen don’t make that much of an event of it, it just kinda… happens…” “’xac’ly!” she replied, giggling. “Dat’s what da sticka say! ‘Course, prolly easier na’ in fron’ Daddy, too!” “Yeah,” Danny agreed sheepishly, his face becoming redder. “I’m… I’m not used to an audience. At least… at least not yet…” “Dat’s okay,” she said cheerfully, with another giggle. “Lotsa li’l boys go hide when dey poo poo! So’ li’l girls too.” “Yeah… I’ve seen that,” he said thoughtfully, thinking back on his times looking after his brother’s kids, but also to that long ago day with his cousin Eddie. “But other times… you know… they’re playing, and then they just pause… maybe frown or grunt a little… and then they’re playing again…” “Mmm-hmm!” replied Janey with an ear-to-ear grin. “No weason ta stop good fun! Weww, Janey gon’ pick out so’ toys, an’ Danny… weww, Danny ca’ ‘pause’ I’ he wan’ to…” Her smile turned naughty for the instant before she turned her attention to her toy box, rifling through its contents. Danny stood behind her, looking over her shoulder at the various out-sized baby toys she uncovered. Nervous and self-conscious even though she wasn’t actively watching him, he found his binky dangling from his collar and slipped it back in his mouth. The mounting pressure in his insides was very real, and given this moment of semi-privacy, he took Janey’s suggestion and ‘paused’. Setting his feet closer together and a little pigeon-toed, he bent his knees slightly and hunched down a little, pushing his behind out slightly. He gave a little push, feeling his spincter reluctantly respond, then another with a soft grunt to punctuate, and then… his bowels started moving all of a sudden, the urgency propelling a massive load of warm poop into the seat of his diaper in just a couple of seconds. What came out was softer than yesterday’s solid log, but still thick and sticky like peanut butter. At the pressure it was under it instantly filled in the void spaces around his behind and came up under his balls. Almost before he could take stock of the experience he was done. As if to signal the end, a stream of hot pee began flowing from his pee-pee to join the warm stinky mush plastered to his behind, the stink of which had just reached his nostrils. And then there he was, standing behind Janey, his insides feeling profoundly relieved and his huggies well and truly loaded. A moment later, Janey turned toward him, wrinkling her nose and laughing. “Danny i’ a stinky boy!” she declared teasingly. “Danny i’ a stinky boy! Danny i’ a stinky boy!” She shamelessly reached out and felt the colossal lump in the seat of his diaper, smiling wickedly, impressed with its size. Danny just blushed sheepishly and continued to suck on his binky, the smell of his poop strong in his nostrils. Despite Daddy’s specific invitation and further reassurances, his doubts about how pleased he would really be with such a nasty chore remained. Nervously, he pulled out his pacifier to speak. “Y-you…,” he began haltingly. “You don’t think… you know… it’s… too yucky? It is pretty stinky…” “Feew pwe’ty good ta Janey,” she said, feeling the lump on his behind again and giggling. “Danny a siwwy boy! Daddy say Danny hi’ li’l boy, an’ li’l boys poop dey pants. Wha’ kinda poo poo i’ Daddy pwoblem! “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he said resignedly after a moment, his eyes still glued to the rug at his feet; maybe he was afraid that, like the rest of this, was too good to be true? “Janey had poopy wun down hew legs,” she said, giggling softly. “Supa stinky! Daddy di’n’t get mad… It not dat yucky, i’ it?” “Well… no…,” he responded thoughtfully after a moment, his eyes downcast. “But that’s you… You…you’re beautiful, and… and he loves you…” “Aw, Danny sweet!” she said, blushing. “An’ Danny a vewy cute baby boy! An’ Daddy wike him, too! A’yway, Daddy na jus’ wike Janey, he wike poopy! He say Janey gi’ him stinky pwesents, w’apped in he’ diapies! Janey wike poopy, Danny no wike poopy?” “Well…,” responded Danny, thinking especially of her as a stinky girl in his apartment. “I guess I do, yeah. Never really thought about it that way…” “No need t’inky, siwwy. Jus’ poopy!” she replied, giggling. “Feew good. Feew wittle! Yucky an’ nasty, bu’ naughty an’ fun, too!” “Yeah, I… I guess so…,” he responded lamely. “It’s just… I guess I’m just not used to sharing my poop with anyone. I guess I’m worried that… you know…Daddy won’t like his present?” “Daddy wike it fine!” she said, handing him a plastic container filled with alphabet blocks. “C’mon, siwwy! Janey got da toys, let’s go!” “Okay… but…,” he said haltingly, “Don’t tell Daddy about my poopy heinie, okay?” “You siwwy! Okay, okay, Janey won’t tell…” she said conspiratorially, unsuccessfully suppressing a giggle. “But… weww… you pwetty stinky…” She wrinkled her nose again, giggling, as, more toys in her hand, she led him back out into the living room… Please consider donating to Daily Diapers! Help keep it a free site, open to all!

Jet

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Fly

Very nice! The second person narrative style is a nice touch!

Good day, diaper friends! Merry Christmas to those who celebrate such, and a wonderful winter holiday to those with other religious and/or cultural traditions! Welcome Yule! This chapter is late, but it is long. It occurs to me that I somehow neglected to set this story in a specific time of year, perhaps I will correct that if and when I do a full-on full story edit. Be great to build it up to Christmas, but that is only one idea. I never imagined this thing would ever be this long; indeed, it is about the length of a short novel now, and I predict 20 more chapters or more. We shall see! Many thanks to everyone for reading this and being supportive, I would love to hear what anyone and everyone thinks! DM me if you don't want to post! Again, thanks! Chapter XXXVI: Who’s Your Daddy? The pressure on Danny’s insides continued to build as he allowed Janey to lead him out into the living room. A small toot of gas escaped him, prompting a giggle from around Janey’s pacifier. While he understood on one level that they expected him to do his business in his diaper, he found the prospect a little daunting. Coming out into the room, he saw Daddy sitting at his desk, a cup of coffee with ‘World’s Greatest Dad’ emblazoned on it beside him. He was intent upon his computer screen until, hearing their footsteps approaching, he turned to them and smiled. They made an undeniably cute pair in their jammies, their swollen huggies hanging low. “Good morning, sleepyheads!” he said cheerfully. “How was dreamland?” “’mo’ning, Daddy!” said Janey, releasing Danny’s hand for a moment and giving her daddy a big hug. “And how about you, Danny?” he asked, Janey still in his arms. “Did you like sleeping over with us?” Danny just nodded silently, his binky remaining in his mouth. It was a response befitting a shy toddler boy, and, as when he had done this the previous night, Daddy found it both cute and charming. He also recognized and appreciated that it was more comfortable for Danny, and he wanted him to be comfortable. He could be shy in his own way himself, and he understood. Nonetheless, when he finally released Janey from his embrace, he turned to Danny with arms wide open, inviting him in for a hug of his own. Hesitating for a moment, Danny haltingly took him up on it. It was a bit awkward with Daddy sitting in his chair, so that he found himself sinking to his knees. It felt strange being hugged by a man, feeling his body’s warmth and smelling him, but somewhat to his surprise he found himself very much enjoying the experience; the shared moment of intimacy with this man felt good, and being held close to Daddy’s firmly muscled body was also strangely erotic. It made him feel like a little boy, and also got him wondering what being held close by him in other ways might be like. Daddy held him tight for a long moment, and then released him, smiling as he pulled back and settled back into a kneeling position on the floor in front of him. Though his mouth was still hidden behind the face shield of his pacifier, his eyebrows were visible, betraying a perturbed look. “Something troubles my little man?” he asked, his playful words belied by the real concern in his voice. “You didn’t like the hug?” “N-no!” came his binky-garbled yet anxious response. Pulling out his binky, he elaborated, “I did like that! It’s just that…well, I… I mean…” His words faded off and his face turned red. “’It’s just that’ what?” asked Daddy in a tone of gentle concern. “Go ahead. You’re among friends here. More than friends…” His eyes flashed to Janey for an instant with this last statement, a touch of naughtiness showing in his eyes. “Well, I…,” Danny stammered, face growing redder still. “I… I have to poop…” “Ah…,” Daddy replied softly, chuckling. “And this troubles you? I never met a little boy who found needing to poop troubling. Sitting in it, perhaps, if it’s yucky. But that’s what diaper changes are for…” “Well, I… I mean…,” came Danny’s hesitant response. “…I… I wasn’t sure… I… You want to deal with my poop?” “Well, now!” responded Daddy, laughing out loud. “It doesn’t really matter if I want to or not, does it? If I’m Daddy to a little boy, then stinky diapers are par for the course, aren’t they? But, since you ask so directly, yes, I want to deal with your poop, silly. Would you prefer to use the potty instead?” “Well… no…,” replied Danny, doubly embarrassed by admitting this and by his doubt. “B-but, what if it is yucky? “Then it’s yucky,” responded Daddy matter-of-factly. “Not really a little boy’s problem, is it? You may feel free to complain if sitting in it bothers you, but otherwise…” Danny was silent, digesting all of this. Almost unconsciously, he slipped his pacifier back in his mouth, seeking its comfort and the freedom from being expected to speak “It is nice of you to be so considerate,” Daddy continued after a pause. “But I’ve dealt with yucky diapers before. This cute little girl here has given me some really nasty ones, doesn’t stop me from loving her, or from taking at least some pleasure from cleaning them off her heinie. Isn’t that right, Janey?” It was now Janey’s turn to blush, avoiding his eyes and sucking on her binky in silence. Daddy looked from one to the other of his ‘children’, enjoying their discomfiture. “Well, it’s settled then,” said Daddy, smiling broadly. “When in diapers, do as the diapered do, that’s our rule. Or whatever you may be wearing…” With that, he cast his gaze at the computer screen. Following his eyes, Danny looked at the screen for the first time. There before his eyes was a product listing for what appeared to be brief-style underwear for little boys. They were white overall with blue edging on the seams and around the fly, and they featured Paw Patrol characters screened onto the front. Further inspection of the page revealed that they were in adult sizes. Danny found himself excited by them, both by the childish underwear itself, and by Daddy’s obvious implication of him soiling them. “We like to play with potty training sometimes,” Daddy explained, breaking into his thoughts. “Of course, Janey is not ready…or perhaps she is reluctant? Either way, it’s fun if a bit messy. I thought you might enjoy having ‘accidents’ like she does…” “Well, I…,” replied Danny, quickly warming up to the idea. “…Th-that does sound like fun… but… you don’t mind… you know…cleaning poop from the cloth?” “It’s a lot like cloth diapers,” replied Daddy thoughtfully. “Not glamorous, but doable. Not sure if Janey told you, but we play with them, too. But again, it’s not your problem. Daddy knows that poop happens, if he dresses you in cloth… well, the results are his to deal with, aren’t they? A labor of love, you might say…” He winked at Janey, who giggled in response. “Which reminds me,” he continued, turning to a pen and pad on the desk and scribbling. “…we’ll need to come up with some plastic panties to fit you…” “W-wait…,” said Danny, pulling out his binky once more. “I… I can’t afford all this…” “Did I ask you for money?” responded Daddy, bemused. “Do little boys buy their own clothes, or diapers? No, Daddy is simply acquiring what his little boy requires. Well, he might spoil him a little… a toy or two if he’s a really good boy… But for right now, Daddy has two little ones before him who are in still in the diapers he put them in last night. Changing time!” “But I…,” started Danny. “I mean, I just told you…” “That you have to poop? Yes, you did!” responded Daddy, finishing his thought. “We have something to look forward to, then, don’t we? But you have a soggy heinie now. I am your daddy, it is my choice, is it not?” “Yes… but…,” said Danny “No buts! March!” interrupted Daddy, his tone kindly but authoritative. Standing, he took first Janey’s and then Danny’s hand and started leading them back down the hall. It felt strange to Danny to be taken by the hand, especially by a man, but, as with many such intimacies since this adventure began, he found it not at all unpleasant, much to his surprise. It was yet another pleasingly parental gesture that had him feeling small, completely in character for the roles they were playing. It was also an oddly comforting reminder of his newly acquired lack of responsibility and choice in his life. A moment later, the three of them were standing at the door to the baby room, and he felt Daddy release his hand momentarily to let them in. The door open, Danny felt Daddy’s hand close upon his once more, and, along with Janey, he was led over to the changing table. “Shall we do ladies first again, or should we take turns?” asked Daddy. “Hmm… maybe turns would be more fair. What do you say, champ? Upsies?” Nervously, Danny nodded, allowing Daddy to guide him in front of the table. Missing his pacifier’s role in his silent response, he grabbed it and slipped it in his mouth, just as he felt Daddy’s hands on his hips. “And… up!” said Daddy, pulling up sharply on his hips, attempting to give Danny a boost up onto the table. The maneuver was awkward and not successful the first time, but by the second attempt Danny figured out that he needed to jump up himself, and between them they achieved a somewhat precarious sitting position for him on the edge of the table. Daddy himself had built this changing table to the height of his own hips, to facilitate changing time sex with Janey. Danny was a little bit shorter than Daddy, so he required a little bit of a hop up. It was, however, fortunate for Daddy that he did not require the jump up that Janey did, for he was also considerably heavier than she was. As he hastily helped Danny to a more stable seat, Daddy made a mental note that they needed to work out a routine for this. “Scooch on back, tiger…” he said, walking to the side of the table and helping to pull the overgrown toddler to a more centered position. Satisfied with his placement, he laid Danny back onto the built in pillow, adding, “That’s good!” Now in full efficient diaper changing mode, Daddy reached for the zipper’s runner at Danny’s collar and pulled it down his body, all the way to his knee, revealing his bare chest, his substantial belly, and his saturated diaper. The yellow tinge of his urine showed through the white plastic backer material, and the swollen mass of it lay in a lump against the table through the sleeper’s material. “Whew!” he said dramatically, seeing its overripe state. “Looks like I’m just in time for this one! Any more pee pee, and it would have been running down your legs, little man!” With no further delay, he grabbed the tapes at the sides and ripped it open, laying it out to reveal the full color of the yellowed padding and Danny’s pee-soaked penis within. Though not fully erect, it was not completely at rest either, and he could not help but admire its impressive size once more. It was ironic, for it was on the one hand quite cute in its present circumstances just as the rest of Danny was, but in another it was big by any objective standards, and thus erotically magnetic. He was tempted to take it in his mouth and pay his own homage to it, but he knew that bridge had yet to be crossed. Glancing up at the naughty grin peeking out from behind the face shield of Janey’s pacifier, he could tell Janey was indulging in similar imaginings. Danny did not yet realize just how lucky a boy he was! Unbeknownst to Daddy, Danny was experiencing his own naughty thoughts about him as he began the process of wiping his little boy clean, though these had more to do with Daddy’s dingy than with his own. Either way, Daddy could feel Danny’s member growing in his hand as he cleaned it, and he could not help but smile wickedly as he gave him a few additional teasing strokes with the wipe. Where was the shy fellow from last night? “You see?” asked Daddy playfully, as he reluctantly let go of Danny’s manhood to focus on his rear end. “If Daddy had waited to change you til you pooped, he almost surely would have had to clean up a poopy leak, and your cute new sleeper might have been ruined. Certainly it would have needed cleaning. As it is, you can keep wearing it today. Would you like that?” He saw Danny’s pacifier bob up and down in a nod from his position looking up at him, and he smiled down at him. He pulled up on Danny’s knees and lifted his legs, placing his shoulder against them for extra lift and sliding the heavy diaper out from beneath him. “Good! You’re awfully cute in it!” he said gleefully. “Also, I don’t have anything else cute to dress you in just yet, save your clothes from yesterday, which I threw in the wash. Normally I dress Janey for the day at first diaper change, but as we have no specific plans to go out anywhere, I thought I might leave her in her sleeper also so you can match.” Daddy repeated his leg lifting exercise, and Danny felt a fresh diaper being slid beneath his behind. He still felt it a little strange being placed in fresh huggies with the unmistakable feeling of an imminent poop pressing on his insides; he was used to thinking in terms of wasting diapers, but perhaps Daddy knew best? He was also still strangely disappointed that Daddy had stopped touching his manhood; that had been more pleasing than he had imagined, and he would have liked some more… As if in response to his thought, he felt Daddy’s hands upon him once more, this time applying baby powder, but all too soon that too was gone. He whimpered a little involuntarily as Daddy pulled the diaper around him and began taping it up. “I know, tiger,” Daddy said sympathetically. “You want to play, and I assure you so do we! But you yourself have announced a poo-poo is coming, and giving your Daddy a stinky present deserves a reward, I always say! I know Janey wants to see…and smell…that, too. Be a shame if Danny’s dingy was too tired to play with then…” With that, Daddy zipped Danny’s new sleeper back up to the collar and offered him a hand to sit up. “All done!” he declared, helping Danny off the end of the table. “Who’s next I wonder? Could it be…my little Janey?!” With that, he began tickling her mercilessly, before picking her up under the arms and placing her butt up on the table. He then slid her back and helped her to lie down, a bit more easily than he had been able to with Danny; she was notably lighter, but she also knew the routine which helped a lot. He again took up his position on the side of the table. As he started the somewhat more laborious process of undoing the many snaps that secured her sleeper, he continued talking to Danny, standing across the table from him. “Normally, daddies do not explain themselves to little boys…,” he stated matter-of-factly, “…but, as you are new here, I thought I might explain a few things. Put simply, I am in charge. I change the diapers, and I decide when they get changed. I also decide when fun things happen surrounding diaper changes. You may find this restrictive, and you may feel free to whine and cry about it; indeed, that would be a perfectly in-character response! I do have my reasons for most or all of my decisions, but most often I will not explain them to you. And please, rest assured that ‘fun things’ will happen quite often, because I want them to, just not always at the moment you might choose. Do you think you can handle that?” Slowly Danny nodded, still silently sucking on his binky. This was in line with his own naughty thoughts of earlier that morning, and he could feel his “dingy” growing amid the fresh fluffy padding surrounding it. He found the concept both exciting and a little frightening; Daddy really was in charge of him! He was also still feeling the pressure in his bowels building all the time, and he wondered exactly when he would feel comfortable enough to deal with the matter. A pressing need it was indeed, but now somehow did not seem the right moment… “Good… I hope you come to enjoy this arrangement as much as Janey and I do,” he continued as he untaped Janey’s diaper with its cute bunny motif. “Oh, and do me a favor? Please don’t announce a poo-poo like that. Little boys don’t tell their daddies they have to poop. They usually don’t tell their daddies after they have pooped, either, unless it’s uncomfortable. Do you always change a stinky immediately at home?” Feeling a bit chastised and blushing to admit such a thing, Danny shook his head, his pacifier’s tether flipping back and forth cutely. “Good. I don’t always change Janey right away, either. It’s not always convenient for any parent, of course. But really, she likes being a stinky girl, and I enjoy having her so. Don’t you, sweetheart?” Janey blushed and giggled at his mention of this particular aspect of her relationship with her poop. In her heart, she had to admit that, while defecating is a very personal matter for anyone, she and her poop were very close and she very much liked it that way. She also dearly loved sharing it, at least with someone like Daddy who had a similar appreciation of it. It was ironic that something that would drive most anyone else away drew them closer; she hoped it would be the same with, and for, Danny… “You may take that as a yes,” said Daddy, chuckling, his hand working the wipe around Janey’s nether region, as yet avoiding the most sensitive areas. “But as I was going to say, she never tells me she needs to poop, she just poops and then sits in it until I notice and motivate to change her. Sometimes I catch her in the act, but most often the nose knows. I’d appreciate if you would do, or perhaps doo-doo, the same! Could you do that for me?” Danny nodded, his attention distracted by Daddy’s wipe-covered fingers approaching Janey’s vagina. Janey too took definite notice, her breath hitching and a binky-gagged moan greeting his first finger-foray into her intimate depths. With teasing slowness, he delved ever deeper with two fingers, his thumb all the time ever so gently rubbing little circles around her clit. Her moans increased in volume and frequency as her arousal increased, an orgasm clearly on the horizon. “Please don’t be jealous,” he said glancing over at Danny, who was obviously spell-bound. “One of the fun things about girls is that they don’t get tired the same way we boys do. She can play now, and still be ready to play when Danny is a stinky boy. Can’t you, sweetheart?” “Mmm-hmm!” came Janey’s pacifier-gagged response, coming between moans. “She’s such a good girl…,” he said, smiling down at her. “In fact…” With that, he suddenly leaned forward and began working her clit with his tongue. With his two fingers, still inside of her, he began delving more deeply and faster. Her body reacted violently to this sudden double assault, wriggling around on the table. Her moans reached a fever pitch, and in less than a minute a visible tidal wave of pleasure washed over her; one moment she was tense and intense, the next languid and relaxed. It was, thought Danny, quite a thing to behold, and he was grateful to have shared this moment of her pleasure even though he had not been directly involved. Not that he wouldn’t have liked to be involved; his cock was a bar of iron, visibly tenting out his virgin diaper, but he could not bring himself to regret his unique view from the sidelines. “Sorry, little man, I owed her one from last night” said Daddy laughingly, eyeing the pronounced bulge at the crotch of Danny’s sleeper as he placed Janey’s fresh diaper beneath her. “Don’t worry, though. By the time you go to sleep tonight, that dingy of yours will be sore from over-work! But first, tiger, you owe Daddy a stinky…” Please Donate to DAILY DIAPERS! 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Interesting! H.G. Wells, were he into diapers, would be proud! You should write more sci-fi involving divergent timelines like this, with or without ABDL overtones. It’s fascinating stuff! If I may critique just a touch: 1) There appear to be two Marcuses, one Millie’s brother killed in the fire (or not in timeline b, but not mentioned later), and of course Millie’s son/Betty’s brother. Perhaps if Millie’s brother were given a different name? 2) Question: who is the godlike voice within the timetron blur, regaling the traveler with options and causal consequences? An interesting concept, could use development. 3) Question: What is the story on the two James(es)? Obviously a previous timetron incursion, possibly a similarly unintended consequence? 4) I like the device of Betty’s awareness of the alternate timelines through dreams! 5) One of the difficulties of writing time travel stories (as I am absolutely certain you know, having written this!) is maintaining a plausible logic of causality. This tale does this well in some areas, not so well in others: for instance, the issue of the paternity of Patsy/Betty, born at different times under different circumstances, is logically problematic if they are theoretically the same person. Also would not be the same ovum from Millie. Please take these criticisms as I intend them: encouragement to further refine your very interesting ideas for future writing endeavors. On the whole, I am quite impressed! Tempus fugit!

Enterprise

I like the two tape fit myself, but I may have a different body shape that works better for it. My favorite diapers in recent times are ABU’s Super Dry Kids, which are also two tape. According to ABU’s website, the current batch of all of their 2 tape stuff is strange: the tapes are lower than normal, which could explain your waistband issue. I have some of the weird fitting SDK’s now, I know what you mean...

Credit

You’ve come to the right place! Welcome, @noel! I too am an overgrown toddler, many big babies here!

Yes, the dum dums and stickers come with every order. I am a big fan of SDKs, as well as Kiddos (all 3 are the same with different prints). What really has me jazzed is the re-introduction of ABU’s Cloth Backed Cushies! Cloth back, 2 tape hook and loop, Cushies print. About the closest thing to the current generation of baby diapers that a grown person can fit on his or her heinie! I loved the old ones, was rather upset when they were discontinued, but with the new performance they should be amazing!

Nice! I’d love to hear how you like them overall, performance and such, once you’ve tried a few! I just want to put it out there that I have no affiliation with ABUniverse, I’m just a fan of some of their products. SDK’s are a favorite, I also like Kiddos and regular Cushies (these three are essentially the same diaper with different decoration). It annoys me that more of the ABDL companies (Rearz, Bambino, Tykables, etc) don’t do 2 tape diapers, and to my knowledge no one other than ABU does cloth backed with hook and loop (a lot of one and not the other, like no baby diaper ever)... And yes, I know Rearz recently started offering a plain white 2 tape... doesn’t count, it’s plain white...