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I'm new to all this, but here's a story that actually is based on another story that I read. It stuck in my mind, and I started to develop the story further in my head, coming to the point where I hade to start writing things down. A huge thanks to the author of the original Swedish story "Ella och Mormor". I sincerely hope that it's okej for me to take off where you started! As I'm not a native speaker in English, so there might be a few misspelled words and confused sentence construction - but I hope it's readable anyway. All comments and suggestions are welcome. ___ Part 1 - An unexpected welcome Ella woke early to the sun streaming through her window and past the curtains. Waking up with the sun in her eyes wasn't exactly her favourite thing, but it looked like it was going to be a really nice and sunny summers day, so it was still hard to get annoyed. The fact that she woke up so early didn't matter much either, because today she was going to visit her grandmother, and if you didn't want to arrive too late, you'd have to leave quite early. Ella and her grandmother had a bit of a tradition going, that went back as far as Ella could remember - her going to Grandma's for a few weeks during the summer holidays. Even though it was now two or three years since the last time it happened, it could still be considered a bit of a tradition. Couldn't it? She had packed everything she could possibly need for a few summery weeks away from home. In the bag were shorts, tank tops, thicker sweaters for the evening, bikinis, jeans, panties and bras as well as a lot of other things you might need in the form of toiletry bags, chargers etc etc. The last thing she packed was her old pyjamas. Although the pajamas were a bit worn and far too childish for her age, it was still tradition for her to have them at grandma's. She had received the pajamas as a birthday present quite a few years ago, and already in those days it might have been a little too childish for her, with cute flowers on the pants and with the matching pink tank top. But thanks to the fact that Ella was quite slim, the pyjamas still fit just fine, even though she had become a bit more developed around the bum and breasts in recent years. It was just a little tighter, and the legs were maybe a bit short. As everything she'd seen indicated that it would become a hot day, and traveling by bus require quite comfortable clothes, Ella put on a pair of denim shorts and a black tight top. With her new sandals on her feet, she hugged her parents goodbye, picked up her bag and walked away with tense anticipation down towards the bus that would take her the first bit of the journey to grandma's. Grandma lived in a big house by the sea, with only a few old summer cottages nearby. It was maybe a twenty minute drive to the nearest supermarket and another twenty to the nearest town. There, in the house by the sea, Ella had played with the other children of the summer guests, bathed and cycled a few weeks a year, for as long as she could remember. The dust from the dirt road and the smell of juice and grandma's cinnamon buns were in her memory mixed with doing puzzles and playing cards in front of the fireplace, on rainy days. The journey to Grandma's is quite long and requires at least two changes of busses. First from her own local bus down at the bus terminal to a long-distance bus across the country, and then again to a smaller local bus which, for the last hour, has slowly been making its way out to the coast and Grandma's. She is practically alone on the last bus, which meanders through the farms and milk pallets of the coastal landscape. Ella, who is a bit of a dreamer, has let her mind wander off to all the summers she's travelled this road to the coast. She fondly remembers all the weeks spent in the big house by the sea. How grandma usually really spoils her with good food and warm care. She is really looking forward to this. When the bus finally stops at her destination and it's time to get off, the clock has already begun to approach dinner time. Grandmother stands at the bus stop waiting and happily greets her grandchild with a big hug. -Hey Ella, how nice to see you again and how big you've become, grandma laughs happily. Did the bus trip go well? -Hey grandma! Yes, it did, but it's a bit boring on such a long bus ride! - Well, luckily then, that you won't have to get back on it for a few weeks! laughs grandma. She takes Ella's bag in one hand and takes Ella herself in an arm hook with the other. They chat as they walk the old gravel road between the fields up towards grandma's house. Grandma pointing out which cottages are rented out and when the various summer guests are expected to arrive. - So there might be one or two other children to play with, Grandma winks. -Play? laughs Ella. It had been a while since I played with the other children around here. But maybe there is someone to go swimming or sunbathing with? The house is big and red with white knots, and the garden looks almost exactly as Ella remembers it. The hammock and the lilac arbor. The flagpole. The old guesthouse. Everything is where it should be, and nothing seems to have changed in the years since she was last here. The hum of the bumblebees from the lilacs is almost hypnotic. The garden opens up down towards the sea, which is only about hundred meters away, but is otherwise surrounded by a hedge towards the road and the forest on the other last side. Grandma is leading the way up the stairs to the front porch and opens the door with a creak. When they enter, she immediately carries Ella's bag into the guest room, and sets it up on the stool by the wall and opens it. Ella remains standing on the glass porch and admires the view out towards the sea, and only in the corner of her eye sences how grandma starts unpacking Ella's things and, as usual, sorts them into the second drawer in the large chest of drawers. Ella wakes up from her reverie and takes off her sandals, which she places in the shoe rack in the hall. - It's just as well to change into your nightwear right now, isn't it, Ella, darling?, grandmother shouts out towards the hall. -Traditions are meant to be kept, she also adds with a small laugh. Ella comes in and accepts the pajamas that Grandma offers her and starts unbuttoning the shorts while Grandma goes out and starts rummaging through one of the closets in the hall. Ella glances a little tensely out towards the hall and listens. It thumps a bit like cupboards and drawers being opened and closed, and then there's a bit of just about too familiar rustling. Traditions are meant to be kept, Ella quotes in her head, while there is a churning feeling in her stomach. She knows exactly what that means. There is one more tradition, which has not yet been mentioned, and it is a little more unusual. Every time Ella has been sleeping over at grandma's, grandma put her in a diaper from the first night on. It is a tradition that Ella has never questioned and which has only continued year after year. At first it was of course because Ella peed the bed and needed it, but unlike at home, she was allowed to wear a diaper all day at grandma's. When she later stopped wetting the bed and thus also stopped wearing diapers at night at home, it only continued at grandma's. Diaper from when first you arrived, and then in the morning if the diaper was dry it was left on, or if it was wet it was changed. The diaper had been wet in the morning on more that one occasion. As recently as three years ago, the "tradition" was still the same. But this time, however, Ella had thought that even grandma would have forgotten about it, or finally realized that she had grown far too big for diapers, and that she wouldn't have to wear them. Ella's musings are interrupted, however, by Grandma coming back into the room and as expected she has a few diapers in one hand and an empty diaper package, which says Luvs and a big number six, in the other. - There weren't many left in the package, Ella, darling. But there's still enough for one now, and then we'll see if we have to change to a new one for the night or tomorrow morning. So, we'll have to make sure to buy new diapers right away tomorrow. -But grandma..., begins Ella in her sweetest tone. Don't you think I'm a little bit to old for that? I mean, at home I haven't had to wear a diaper in years - not even at night - and I don't think I need to here either. - What are you saying?, Grandma laughs. Shall we break the tradition that we've had since you were little? -Yes, so..., Ella tries. -Out of the question! interrupts Grandma. It is the tradition that you are my sweet little granddaughter that I get to spoil when you are here with me, and I don't intend to break that tradition! Stop fooling around now and lie down on the bed and you'll see that you'll feel much better once we get the diaper properly on you. Ella realizes that the race is over. Since she's basically never protested before, it's hardly going to help now. She knows exactly how this will go, because she's been through it so many times before. It's actually rather silly, and almost laughable, she thinks. But at the same time, it's not that much of an issue, but rather a fairly harmless game between her and granny. Plus, it's a bit cozy to be pampered - pun intended. A tingling sensation of tension begins to sprout in her stomach. Ella unbuttons her shorts and lies back on the bed, with her knees up and her feet right on the edge of the bed, as she always used to do. Grandma slowly helps her off with the shorts and panties, folds the shorts and puts them in the suitcase. - I throw these panties in the washer, she says and smiles at Ella. It's not like you'll be using that many panties during these weeks, anyway. Then everything goes by the usual routine. A routine which in and of itself has not been carried out for several years, but one which they are both very familiar with and which over the years has turned more and more into a ritual. Ella lifts her bottom a little, so Grandma can insert the diaper under her and hold out the tapes on the sides, after which Ella puts her bottom down again and feels a distantly familiar sensation of the fluffy diaper rustling under her bottom. Grandma quietly hums a song to herself while she makes sure the diaper fits correctly. Then she dusts her with a little baby powder, which spreads a familiar, lightly perfumed scent in the room, and folds up the front of the diaper. She has to stretch the sides a fair bit to be able to attach the tapes to the front of the diaper, but after a few adjustments she is satisfied and presses the tapes down with her thumbs. -These diapers are really starting to get a bit tight on you, now that you've gotten a little bigger. - Yes, I've tried to tell you that I've grown a little too old, Ella says with a shy smile. -Don't try, young girl. You won't get away that easily. Tomorrow, we'll buy you a bit bigger diapers, Grandma says, glancing at the six-pack, which now only contains two diapers. The old ones we have left in the other drawer will probably be best left in reserve. Ella knows which diapers are in reserve. The last time she was here, they ran out of the usual diapers, and then Ella had to have one of the old reserves for the last evening and morning. They are the old school type with a rectangular separate diaper and a PVC tie-on that are tied at the sides. Then grandma suddenly pulls the old pyjama pants over her feet, and then she has to lift her bottom again so they can be pulled into place over the diaper. As Ella sits up on the edge of the bed, Grandma pulls the black top over her head, quickly replacing it with the pink tank top that belongs to the pyjamas, before turning and walking out towards the kitchen. In her hand she has Ella's panties, which are to be sent to the laundry basket. It's probably the last time I'll see a pair of panties for a couple of weeks, Ella thinks to herself. She stands up and glances quickly at the image in the mirror that hangs over the old dresser in the guest room, and sure enough, you can just about perceive the diaper's bulge under the pyjama pants, both in front and back. Ella moves a little and pulls the edge of the diaper a little, so that it fits better and more like she remembers. Maybe time for new pyjamas? Out in the kitchen, it is now time to start cooking and grandma is rattling pots and ladles. Ella carefully paws her way out into the kitchen and is a little surprised at how familiar everything feels, even though she hasn't experienced it in years. The wooden floor underfoot. The creak from the stairs. The slightly tight and too short pyjama. The diaper that is hugging her between her legs and up over the bum. The diaper doesn't quite reach the lower part of her back, as she remembers it used to, as it stops just above her buttocks, but that's probably because she got a little too big. - Well, there you are, says grandmother. I thought you were stuck in front of that mirror, as usual. If you cut the vegetables there, on the cutting board there - don't cut yourself on the knife, it's sharp - then I'll get started on the meat. -Of course, grandma, Ella answers and starts chopping onions and cutting carrots. The bench is a little high and she almost has to stand on tiptoe to be able to cut the vegetables the right way. But soon everything is in the pot and grandma brings a big glass of lemonade for Ella and a cup of coffee for herself. Thirty minutes, lots of talking and laughing, and two more glasses of lemonade later, dinner is ready and they sit down at the table. Grandma starts with the usual questioning: "how's school going?", "have you met a guy, yet?" and "What are your plans for the future?" and Ella is doing her best to balance being honest with her grandmother but not too honest to the point of worrying her, while she's chomping down on a hearty portion of the meat stew and has almost completely forgotten about the diaper. But after another half hour of eating and talking, when Ella leans back full and satisfied, she feels how all that lemonade is starting to make her feel a bit needy. She knew this moment would come. She knows after her first attempt to persuade grandma that she shouldn't need to wear a diaper, that there's no point in excusing herself to go to the toilet. So, she instead tries to relax the way she usually does here. It's a bit difficult if you're not used to doing it at the dinner table, in the middle of a conversation. But three glasses of lamonade is soon doing it's magic and she feels the warm pee starting to seep out. She is utterly surprised by how easy and natural it is to pee herself at grandma's house. She feels the vaguely familiar feeling like so many times before here, how the diaper fills up and how it swells a little between the legs and up towards the bum. They continue talking for a good while before Grandma glances at the clock and exclaims in surprise: - Oh, look at how the time flies, it's almost 11 pm! You who have had such a long journey are probably tired and want to sleep. - Yes, the journey out here doesn't get shorter just because you're older, Ella says and yawns a little. -Then we'll put this away and then it's probably time for good night, says grandma and gets up. Together they clean the table and then grandma arranges the food to go back into the fridge, while it is Ella's job to clear the dishwasher. When she reaches up to put a couple of cups on a shelf, Grandma sees that there is a small dark spot on the back of Ella's butt, just to the right of where the diaper is barely visible under the fabric. - Oh no, Ella, I think we've hade a little leak, she says putting a hand on the back of the diaper judging the amount of leakage. Yes, it has leaked. That's just another sign that we need to buy slightly bigger diapers. But it would seem it was lucky that we put one on you? Let's take the trousers off so we can wash them during the night. It doesn't matter if you go around here with just your nappy on. Ella blushes deeply. She hadn't noticed herself that she'd leaked a little. It could only be a few drops, she thinks, but it's still a bit embarrassing, and god how small she feels when grandma is the one who discovers that she's peed herself, and that it's leaked. Grandma helps her off with the pajama pants, which Ella obediently steps out of. - Go brush your teeth while I turn on the washing machine, she says while giving Ella a pat on the back of the diaper. - Grandma! complains Ella, trying to wave grandma's hand away. But she takes her toiletry kit from her bag and paws off to the large bathroom on the ground floor. The sensation of the diaper is even bigger now that she has nothing on over it. It kind of slides down a little over the butt and hangs a little heavily between the legs. The bathroom is covered with old green tiles and a black and white checkered floor. A large clawfoot tub and modern shower is at one end and a large dresser with mirror and sink at the other. She turns to the image in the large mirror over the sink that shows the entire bathroom in all its glory, and stops at the first sight. Ella barely recognizes herself. She doesn't look her age at all, standing in a childish tank top and with a clearly wet baby diaper sagging between her legs. Ella puts toothpaste on the brush and starts brushing, after which she turns back to the mirror. She carefully feels the front of the diaper and turns and mirrors her back. She spits out the toothpaste, rinses her mouth and takes two tassels from her toiletry bag. A little wit puts her hair up so that she gets a tassel on each side and reflects herself again. Now she looks even younger, if possible, and knowing that this will make grandma super happy, she leaves the bathroom. Grandma is already waiting in the guest room. She has pulled down the curtians, turned on the bedside lamp and set a small garbage can on the floor next to the door. On the half-folded bedspread there is already a pack of wet wipes, a can of powder and a new dry diaper folded up. - OH, but Ella, you're so cute with tassels in your hair, exclaims grandma while giving Ella a short hug. She puts her hands on Ella's shoulders and continues: You are just as sweet as you have always been to me. It's not that big of a deal wearing diapers at grandma's, as long as only we know, is it? - No, maybe it isn't? It actually felt quite nice not having to run to the toilet in the middle of dinner. - How nice that you feel that way, Ella, darling. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. Lay down on the bed now and we'll make sure to get the night diaper on before you jump into bed. This thing about night diapers versus day diapers is something that Ella has only heard here at grandma's house. The night nappy has always been a real tape nappy, while the day nappy has varied quite a bit over the years. Sometimes it has been pullups and sometimes the same tape diaper as at night. But at night it has always been a tape diaper. Preferably the thickest one grandma could find. Ella lies down on the bed again with her knees up and her heels at the edge of the bed, and grandma habitually pulls of the tapes to take off her diaper, before throwing it in the trash. Ella yawns again and has to lift her bottom a little, all the while getting a little cold in her neither parts when the diaper is taken away. Grandma cleanses her thoroughly with wet wipes and then it's time again for Ella to lift her bottom, the baby powder is sprinkled and spreads its faintly perfumed scent, and finally the dry diaper tapes is attached to the front of the diaper. Granny starts looking for the pyjama pants with her eyes before she seems to remember that they are in the washing machine. - The pants are in the machine, do you want panties over the diaper or would you rather sleep with it as it is? - I can sleep in just the diaper and a shirt, Ella answered. It's quite hot. - It will be fine, and then the trousers will be clean and dry by tomorrow morning. By the way, I found this old box of things when I was cleaning, Grandma says, reaching for a box next to the bed. It's your old stuff from when you were smaller and slept here. In the box is a doll, toys, teddy bears and all sorts of things that little girls like to play with. Grandma picks up piece after piece and talks away about what Ella liked and didn't like, what her favourites were and where she bought one thing and another. Finally, she finds a semi-transparent plastic jar from which a small pink pacifier falls out. - I remember that one, says Ella and reaches for the pacifier, but grandma is faster. - It's been a really long time since you stopped using these, says grandma. She still holds the pacifier out of Ella's reach and looks at her meaningfully. - It's been a long time since I stopped wearing diapers too, Ella counters quickly and laughs a little. - You're right about that, Grandma replies and gives her the pacifier. Besides, it goes quite nice with the tassels, the tank top and the cute diaper. Ella accepts the pacifier, looks at it thoughtfully for a few moments and then nimbly puts it in her mouth. The feeling is almost overwhelming but not completely unfamiliar and certainly not unpleasant. The rubber against the palate and the shield against the lips is surprisingly pleasant. She wiggles it back and forth in her mouth a few times before she finds the accustomed movements. She smiles big at grandma behind the pacifier before taking it out and giving it back. Grandma puts the pacifier on the bedside table. -No you little girl, now it really is time for you to sleep. She hugs Ella goodnight before hugging her and kissing her on the forehead. -Sleep well, Ella, see you tomorrow. -Good night grandma. Grandma turns off the light and walks out the door, but leaves a small gap ajar so that the light of the small hall lamp can find its way into the corner of the room. Ella turns around and accidentally puts a hand on the diaper. The dry warmth between the legs and up over her bottom feels indescribably safe and familiar. She runs her finger along the edge of the diaper and slowly drifts off to sleep with a big smile on her face.

My own Grandma, my "real" Grandma died at the age of 90 in 2015. (I am 60 years old.) So one of the things that I have always longed to do was to talk to my Grandma and tell her of my love of diapers and how I want to be a baby again with her changing my poopy pants like she did when I was little. Sadly, I will never get that chance again. However, I recently found a "Phone Grandma" who I can call (for a small fee) and talk to her about my poopy diapers and regression fantasies. I LOVE GRANDMA FRANKIE. You can talk to her about anything, including pooping your pants and she is very understanding of our ABDL lifestyle. In fact, she told me that she has been diapering ABDLs (over the phone) for many years now. Honestly, she is the Grandma of my dreams. (A "young" Grandma too, at the age of 53) A actually wrote a blog post on my blog that goes into more detail. If you love Grandmas who love to change poopy diapers, check out my blog post about her.? https://stillindiapers.wordpress.com/2019/04/03/a-call-with-grandma-frankie/

If you could be small again and diapered by anyone famous (doesn't have to be super famous) who would it be? Also, what would be a stinky diaper scenario that would be your favorite? Perhaps one where you poop in the diaper at the line of the super market? Or maybe you hide in the morning after waking up to a mess in your dide. Whats your perfect stinky dide situation and how would you want it to play out?

For some reason when I was kid and started to fantasize about being put back into diapers & being changed again, my fantasies usually revolved around being diapered by much older women. Or, at least older than my mother (women in their late 50's and older). I could never really put a finger on why this was, something about their experience changing dirty diapers or maybe

This is a story I wrote a long time ago, I've always wanted someone to continue where I left off and see where they take it. I apologize for any grammatical errors, I haven't really gone through and fixed any mistakes but I'm sure there are plenty. It was late afternoon in May and like usual, Timmy was enjoying a ride on his bike through the bike bath behind his neighborhood. Of course it being May, a lot of the late spring rainstorms had been in the forecast so Timmy's mother warned him to be careful. Of course being young and naive, he didn't think much of a "rain storm", after all its just water. He has always passed a turn on the bike path that he was always afraid to go onto, it was a dirt path that went so far into the woods that you couldn't even see the end because it went so far. Being the curious young boy that Timmy was, he decided to embark on this mysterious path regardless of how scared he had previously been of it. As he was carefully cruising along the old beaten path, he began to feel some rain drops hitting his face and it only started to come down heavier and heavier. Timmy could hear loud roars of thunder from above and lightening starting to to strike from the clouds. This was a good indication for Timmy that he should start to head back home and fast. As he put pressure on his bike brakes, one of the tires must have hit a rock and the tire had popped and Timmy lost control of his bike so he quickly jumped off, avoiding a painful crash to the ground. As he though his situation couldn't get any worse, a lighting struck not to far in front of him, that was so loud Timmy was frozen for a bit from being so terrified. He has to think of what to do, leave his bike and come back for it? or try to take it home through this terrible storm. As he glanced around he saw a small an old house that he decided to walk towards, hoping someone would be home so he could stay there until the storm passed. As he approached the old house, he realized the front of his pants were soaked but not like the rest of his body was, it was pee that must have come out from being scared we he saw the lighting strike. He approached the door and reached up high and gave it a couple of hard knocks. Timmy waited about ten seconds and finally the door slowly began to open up. It was an older looking lady, probably around his grandma's age and she was very tall with almost all grey hair. "i'm sorry misses but my bike tire its flat and i do-" she interrupted by saying yes yes young man come inside with a smile on her face. "This is no weather to be out riding a bike especially for a little boy like yourself" the old woman said. I was just wondering if I could use your phone to call my mom so that she could pick me up. "Oh nonsense, you can stay here until it passes I don't mind at all, here let me get you a towel to dry off a bit." Timmy observed the room while the old lady was gone which was decorated with all sorts of old dolls and the kinds of things he would find at his grandmother's house or nanny's place. "Here we go" and before Timmy even realized it, she started to dry his hair and upper area off making sure not to miss a spot. As she moved down to his jeans she noticed that his jeans were almost all dry except for his front area. "Oh my, did you have a little accident?" embarrassed, Timmy said yeah I didn't mean to I just, it was raining and- "its okay young man, these things happen with a comforting voice. Timmy felt so uncomfortable, he had never wet his pants since he was a toddler and for it to be in front of a complete stranger it made it worse. "I have a grandson not too much younger than you yes, he used to come over a lot when he was younger and he used to have accidents all the time". Her telling him this didn't make him feel better whatsoever. "But I made sure it didn't really get on his pants she said to herself" which flew over Timmy's head because he was thinking about how much this situation sucked. "You know I could get you nice and cleaned up and make you some soup, this rain doesn't look like its going to stop for quite a while" Timmy didn't like the sound of that and replied saying "well actually I should get home, my mother would get mad if i was gone too long. He quickly got up and started to walk down the hallway when all a sudden he from behind "you really should stay here young man" and he felt a hand go down the back of his jeans and he was swiftly swung over her shoulder. Timmy began to panic but didn't show it because he was too scared, what this old lady doing to do to me? he stared at the door as she carried him upstairs. His heart was beating so fast. "I really miss having my little boy coming over here and me being able to take care of him like a grandma, so don't worry I'll take care of you for a while". She took him into her room to get a key from her dresser and then carried him back into the hallway, unlocking a door across from her room. When the door opened, a scent hit his nose that was familiar but he couldn't quite remember until he saw what was was in the room. There was elmo and sesame street characters all over the walls, a crib and in the corner to his horror, a changing table fully stocked with very thick disposable diapers, baby wipes, powder and lotion. "Are you going to di di diaper me?". "Yes honey I am, I miss taking care of my grandson and looking after him so we'll both have fun on this rainy day" with smile. This was anything but fun, Timmy was nervous to have some old lady he never met diaper him! let alone anyone diaper him at all! She slowly lowered him to the changing table, tightly strapping his waist down to make sure he didn't fall. Keep in mind, Timmy is a very small boy for his age so he fit the changing table like a glove. The old woman began to untie his shoes and unbutton his pants to which he back to kick a little. When she pulled of his underwear she lifted his butt and gave him a light swat on the butt which let Timmy know that she wasn't messing around and he stopped immediately. She started by opening a box of wipes and started wiping his pee pee, and inner thighs where the pee had trickled down. She was smiling at him and cooing saying things like "grandma's gonna get her little boy allll cleaned up isn't she? he could feel her soft and wrinkly hand around his ankles and for a slight second, Timmy had a little deja vu. He could remember being a toddler and his grandmother diapering him and cooing to him and teasing him too. But then he snapped back into reality as she started to sprinkle baby powder all over his rear. "This will make your wittle butt smell nice and fresh!" she said with enthusiasm. Finally she opened up a larger pack of huggies disposable diapers that must have been leftovers from her grandson along with all the other items. She slid the diaper under his butt and slowly lowered it onto the thick diaper which to Timmy's surprise, didn't feel to uncomfortable but regardless didn't want to be in the situation that he was in. She then pulled the diaper between his legs and snugly taped it together. "There! now your all clean in your nice diapee, grandma's gonna get you dressed now." She then pulled out a footed sleeper that had fur on the inside to help stay warm and slid Timmy into it. She then swung Timmy back over her shoulder and patted his very thickly diapered bottom as she carried him into the living room and set him down on the couch, turning on the tv to some cartoons. "You sit here like a good boy and grandma's gonna make you some food for your wittle tummy" she said, poking him in the stomach that did not make him laugh. Thirty minutes passed and finally she took him into the kitchen so that he could eat. Timmy was very hungry and ate the soup as if he never eaten before, not even caring that he was in a diaper at some old woman's house in a high chair, none of that mattered at the moment. About ten minutes after eating, Timmy could feel the urge to poop and very badly. It was probably from the huge dinner he had the previous night. Naturally, he walked to the bathroom to go relieved himself but the door was locked! the reality of the situation had sunk in, this old lady was going to diaper and baby me and I can't do a think about it! His stomach began to act up again and Timmy slowly walked into her basement so that she wouldn't she him. He looked all around downstairs for a bathroom but it was hopeless. Accepting defeat, Timmy waited about a half hour and could wait no more, he had to poop. He slowly couched to his knees and began to push as hard as he could and could feel the soft poop filling up and expanding his diaper. He was trying to make sure that this mess didn't spread so make sure that he was crouching. Right as he finished, he heard the door open and he quickly while trying to avoid his mess from getting bigger. He heard her calling for him playfully. "I think I smell a stinky little boy down here that needs his wittle butt cleaned by his grandma!" she said in a playful manner. The basement was kind of dark with furniture all around so it was east to hide but at the same time it was hard to see where she was coming from. "Phew! you left grandma a little sunrise didn't you?" he could hear he getting close but was sure that he was perfectly hidden under an old office desk. All of a sudden he felt her pick him up under his arms and brought her nose against his butt. "Did you make a poopy in your diaper for grandma? she said as she teased him and held her nose. Timmy wanted to crawl in a hole and die but he also couldn't like to himself that it would be nice to get out of this stinky diaper. She carried him up to the living room and when he thought she was going to take him upstairs to change him, she took him over to her rocking chair and placed him on her lap making the poop spread evvverywere. Grandma is gonna finish sowing her her bib she made just for you and then we'll get you all cleaned up. She was moving her knee up and down which kept making his mess bigger and bigger, spreading the poop up his butt, tummy and a little up his back too. Finally she said "phew, your diaper really wants me to know it needs to be changed" and with that she carried him back upstairs to the changing room again. She strapped him down and began to take off his sleeper, exposing his sagging diaper the air. She untaped him diaper and pulled back the huge mess that he carried around his butt for the last hour. She kept looking at the mess and sating "shoowee!" and then looking at him with her nose wrinkled. She did this back and forth a couple of time before using the diaper to wipe off a little bit of the excess poop from his rear and tossing it in the trash. She then lifted his legs by ankles again with her wrinkly but soft hands, and began to softly wipe his butt clean. Alex almost didn't find this as bad as the first time and found it quite nice actually and started to think to himself, maybe I could in time enjoy this? it feels like i'm a baby again and someone is giving me all of their attention and I don't have to worry about making mistakes or anything. "You made grandma use half the box your stinky wittle butt! Maybe I can call Nancy and tell her to pick some up for me before she comes over today" wait, what?! Timmy said to himself inside. Who was this Nancy woman?? He didn't know how he felt about that but again he had absolutely no control of the situation. This old lady is keeping me for a while and i'm going to have to accept that it is possible that I might get seen in diapers by another woman and quite possibly even changed by her too! he gulped. The old lady then opened up some baby lotion and began to apply it to his inner thighs and all along his butt cheeks too. She then sprinkled a nice amount of powder all over his butt again. Finally, she got out another diaper and placed it under his now cleaned behind and pulled it through his legs and taping it very tight and snug. "Grandma's little boy is all nice and clean isn't he? isn't? she then began to blow on Timmy's tummy to which he couldn't help him self but let out some uncontrollable giggles. You decide what happens next