A Baby Brother For Daddy's Little Girl

[Babytom948]

3 hours ago, Sir Stinkypants said:

They just might. But will anyone care?

I think so if they are forced to evacuate the building or if a neighbour drops by XD

[Sir Stinkypants]

Chapter IX: I’ll Show You Mine…

                Danny’s bedroom was in its own way as messy as the rest of his apartment, though the items carelessly strewn about on the floor in here were mostly clothes.  Gently, as though he thought he might break her, he led her into the room and indicated that she should sit down on his unmade queen-sized bed, setting her bag beside her. Inevitably, the sizable mass of poop in Janey’s diaper squished and spread as she sat down, plastering itself to her behind and releasing a fresh wave of stink into the air.  

Janey could not help but think about how much messier that would be to clean up, but then it was always that way and there wasn’t much that she could do.  At home, Daddy did not mind at all, and truth be told she had always felt like she had not fully experienced a messy diaper until she’d sat down in it.  Unbidden, her mind flashed to last night’s stinky ride on her bouncy horse, prompting a grin. That was not her first such ride, it was unlikely to be her last. Naughty Daddy!

Danny then went over to the side of the bed and reached into the lower cabinet portion of his nightstand, producing a disposable pad with a green plastic backing; of the kind that were sold to protect chairs and bedding from incontinent elderly people.  Also in his hands were a pack of adult size wipes and a large bottle of baby powder.  As he headed back to where she was sitting at the end of the bed, Janey turned her attention to her bag. 

The bag was divided into two sections; one contained her diapers, bear, clothes, and assorted peripheral items (powder, wipes, extra binky, etc.) and the other had the bigger more boyish diapers Daddy had sent along for Danny to try as well as the boyish pacifier. Danny seemed to have the pacifier situation in hand, or rather in mouth, but she wondered about the diapers. Chances were she was about to find out, but she wanted to be sure only her side was opened right now.

Seeing which side was more full and thus “her” side, she unzipped it and pulled out one of her diapers, a very girly print largely in pink featuring fanciful images of princesses and ballerinas, and laid it on the bed beside her.  Danny’s eyes grew wide on seeing this, and Janey wondered at this reaction.  Was it possible that he had never seen ABDL play diapers before?  He had mentioned suffering from a shortage of funds, did that mean he wasn’t using decent diapers?  That would be tragic, she thought.  No wonder he leaked in class.  Maybe Daddy was right…

As Danny approached, she laid herself back on the bed with her legs draped over the edge at the knees, kicking off her shoes.  Unsatisfied with her head being all the way back on the bed, she partially sat back up for a moment and grabbed her bear out of the bag to use as a pillow.  Danny stood there for a moment awestruck; she looked so cute laying there in her overalls and pigtails sucking on her binky and watching him, just like a real toddler girl expecting a change.  The gradually strengthening smell of her poop slowly permeating the room did nothing to dispel this adorable illusion, but it did call to his chivalrous nature and thus got him moving again.  This “little” damsel was in distress, but what a damsel!

Thus inspired, Danny set the changing supplies down on the bed beside her. He had to consider for a moment how to approach his task; his brother had children and he had changed their diapers when they were small, but he had never before changed another adult’s diaper and he was unsure how to begin.  Janey was a small woman, but she wasn’t that small!  Sensing his momentary confusion, Janey decided to help him out, pulling her legs up and hugging her knees almost to her chest so that her butt lifted off the bed.  Danny laughed nervously, feeling foolish.

“Thank you,” he said, picking up the pad and sliding it under her.

Janey giggled, smiling at him from behind her binky’s face shield as she settled her butt and legs back down.  This fellow was going to need a little help!  Accordingly, she sat up pushed her chest forward, offering him the hooks on her overalls.  Catching her drift, his large hands moved to unclasp the straps, keenly aware of their proximity to her divinely proportioned little breasts. She then lay back again so that he could pull the trouser portion off of her lower half.  

As he struggled a bit pulling them off, she lamented the fact this pair of overalls had never been modified by her special tailor friend to include diaper snaps or buttons. On further reflection, though, she decided it was just as well; she wanted him to see her body, not just change her diaper!  Was it possible Daddy had planned it that way when he had chosen her clothes this morning? He did have the most devious way of thinking of everything…

Successful at last, she now lay on the bed clad in only her blouse and her diaper.  With all the movement of the last few minutes and having the diaper exposed to the free air, the poop smell in the room had gotten quite strong, though if Danny was bothered by it she saw no sign of it. On the contrary, he was now reaching for the tapes, and though this was exactly what she had wanted, she was a little bit frightened now that the moment of truth had finally come.

And then it happened.  Danny pulled the tapes free on the sides of her diaper with a familiar ripping sound and gently laid it open.  He paused for a moment, fully taking in the incomparable vision that greeted his eyes; all the secrets of her nether regions were laid bare before him, fully covered in her dark brown poop.  Her poop was also smeared over much of the inside surface of the diaper, and the smell in the room had ramped up yet again.  It rapidly approaching the point of being downright overpowering.

Janey’s face grew red, and her trepidation increased.  She was well aware that, while she and Daddy were used the smell and sight of her soiled diapers and even in some (particularly sexual) ways they enjoyed the potent filthiness, most people would find such things revolting.  Though Danny was a fellow adult baby and had admitted to messing his own diapers sometimes, that by no means guaranteed he was going to react to what he was seeing and smelling just now with anything but disgust.  Laying there with her filthy heinie naked to his gaze, she awaited Danny’s next move with a certain degree of terror. 

She need not have worried, for from Danny’s perspective, the view was nothing short of beautiful.  To see such a lovely woman befouled as he so often was himself was wonderfully leveling; an indignity he could truly understand, share, and sympathize with. On a basic level he was aware that all humans defecated, but as with many men he had the tendency to place women on metaphorical pedestals; too lofty for anything so crude and animal.  And yet here was one who had intentionally pooped in her pants in front of him, and was now showing it to him! Wanted him to do something about it for her! It was so frightfully unladylike!  It was also arousing as hell…

The contradiction between Danny’s ivory tower notion of women and the soiled “princess” Janey lying on his bed in front of him was astounding, and momentarily had him at a loss.  Glancing up from her stinky butt to her still binky-fied face, he noticed her pained expression. Was she afraid he did not like what he saw, or was offended by what he smelled? The throbbing erection currently struggling against the constraints of his nearly saturated diaper said otherwise, and his sense of chivalry combined with his very real concern for her feelings to compel him into action.  Allowing his binky to fall dangling from his shirt, he cleared his throat, breaking the oppressive silence.

“Wow, you really did make a poo-poo!” he said in a subtle but distinct little-boy voice, “A BIG poo-poo!”

He laughed nervously, the boyish smile now spreading across his lips speaking volumes.  Janey sighed deeply, smiling back at him. Finally she could breathe again. With his right hand he reached for and opened the package of wipes on the bed.  Pulling out a wipe, he reached out and started tentatively cleaning her.  Soiling that first wipe and then another, he deposited them into the unsoiled front part of the diaper.  Janey cooed behind her binky at his touches which, though he seemed to be avoiding the area as much as he could, were inevitably approaching her pussy. It was more than a little bit of a tease, actually.

Allowing her pacifier to fall from her lips, Janey giggled.

“It’s okay. You ca’ touch it,” she said in her baby voice.

“Touch it?” he inquired playfully, also in baby voice.

“M’ ki’ty-cat!  Feels good when ya touch it. You ca’ touch m’ boobies, too, if ya want to…”

With that, she slipped her binky back in her mouth and roughly grabbed the bottom of her blouse, quickly yanking it up under her arms and revealing her breasts. It was very much a little-kid kind of move. Janey almost never wore a bra, as her breasts were small and firm there was no need. They were also the prettiest “boobies” Danny had ever seen, and he found himself awestruck yet again.  The little erect nipples seemed to be calling him, but they were over there and he was over here, and he had a job to do.  With a blush and an embarassed smile, he pulled out another wipe and went back to his work of cleaning her, this time NOT avoiding her pussy.

Janey giggled, then wriggled and moaned as more pleasurable sensations took over her attention.  First he cleaned her pussy and the area around it, and then, pulling out a clean wipe, he started intentionally playing with her clitoris through the wet cloth. He was actually quite good at it; knew his way around a woman’s body, and she felt her body responding.  He was tempted to go down on her, even with the messy diaper still under her, but he wasn’t sure what she would think about that. Everybody has a yuckiness threshold, and crossing hers would spoil the mood.  So he kept playing with her through the wipe, listening to the increasing intensity of her binky-muffled moans as her orgasm rapidly approached.

Her back arched and her whole body convulsed as the promised climax took her, her moans becoming a squeal.  It was a marvelous release for her and an awesome spectacle for him; she was so deliciously responsive to his touch.  Having achieved his goal, his attentions subsided to a gentle caress, and then ceased altogether as he went back to his task of wiping her clean. Gently, he lifted her legs, intending to get at the rest of her behind and to remove the diaper.  Recovering her senses, Janey pulled her knees up to her chest and held them with her arms like she had when he had placed the pad under her a few moments before.

Grateful for the assistance, so necessary when changing an adult, he pulled the diaper part-way out and finished cleaning her butt.  Every bit of poop he cleaned off revealed yet more of her gorgeous body, and he had to keep resisting the temptation to stop and admire her.  Finally she was all clean, and he completely removed the diaper from under her, carefully rolling it up and setting it aside. Janey let her legs back down on the bed, but rather than lying there waiting for her new diaper, she sat up instead.  Carefully unclipping her pacifier’s tether from her blouse, she set her binky aside and pulled  the blouse off over her head. Now completely naked save for the pony-tailers holding her pigtails, she patted the bed beside her and smiled at him, indicating that he should sit down.

“How YO daipee?” she asked as he questioningly complied. “I bet you a soggy doggy!”

“Uh…yeah, I pwetty wet…,” Danny haltingly replied, returning her baby-talk without thinking.

“Wie back, siwwy. Janey change yo diapee, too!”

Self consciously, Danny sat down beside her and then laid back on the bed as she suggested, nervous but also mesmerized by her pixie-like naked form. She turned toward him with an impish grin, sliding her teddy bear over to place under his head and offering him his binky. The rubber nipple in his mouth once more, she turned back to the edge of the bed and stood up. Shifting herself to stand between his knees, she grabbed his elastic waistband and, with a little help from him to raise his behind, she pulled down his pants. Thinking just a little more about where they were probably going with this, she removed his shoes and pulled his pants completely off.

Revealed before her was his diaper, and it was as she had suspected and feared: a store-bought incontinence brief; a Depend or some equivalent.  It was too sad to be funny, though her fairly thorough knowledge of the diapers that were available told her clearly that it was a comically inferior product.  She wondered as she had many times why drug stores only stocked nonsense diapers for adults. Ironically, through that pathetically thin and very wet padding was plainly visible a raging hard-on that was almost certainly the biggest she had ever personally seen…

[Babytom948]

very nice

[ssmithdl]

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[Sir Stinkypants]

Glad to hear some folks are enjoying my tale, hope this meets with similar approval...

 

Chapter X: Crossing the Rubicon

In a decision that was no decision at all, she determined that his poor choice in diapers was a matter that could wait, that monster wanted attention now!  Giggling softly to herself, she grabbed hold of the tapes at the sides and pulled them free. She pulled the front of the diaper to the bed and there it was in all its glory. He was definitely bigger than Daddy, bigger than Tom even. It was now her turn to stop and stare as he had when her body was being revealed. This was an unexpected turn of events, and she needed a moment to take it all in.

Glancing up at Danny’s face, she saw that he was blushing again behind his binky. ‘You silly, silly boy!’ she thought to herself, still in awe of the massive penis standing at attention before her. Whatever else one might say, he certainly had nothing to be ashamed of there!  Adding to the feast for her eyes was the obvious fact that he shaved or clipped his pubic hair, though at the moment it was a little stubbly.  Surely an appropriate affectation for anyone impersonating a baby, Daddy shaved her down there on a regular schedule, but she had always very much enjoyed when men did that, baby or not. As with women, it simply made for a nicer view, and was more inviting to oral attention.

A good idea, she thought, especially as she figured that she had better reassure him again. Without any further hesitation she leaned forward and wrapped her right hand around the shaft, smoothly guiding the throbbing head into her mouth. It was a tight fit, rubbing against the insides of her cheeks in a way she was unused to. She surely wouldn’t be able to take this thing into her throat like she could with Daddy!

Undaunted, she began to stroke her mouth up and down, caressing the head with her lips and tongue.  It tasted pretty strongly of his pee; not the most hygienic thing in the world she supposed, but she knew it was unlikely to hurt her, and in that moment she did not care. She found that she couldn’t take much more of his length into her mouth than just the head, but she knew it was the head that mattered in pleasuring a man this way. It was evidently enough to have Danny tensing and writhing in obvious pleasure.

Inarticulate noises were all Danny could manage from behind his pacifier.  He had experienced oral sex before, of course, but nothing that came close to this. His ex-wife had given him head occasionally when they had first been dating, but after they were married she had only rarely and begrudgingly indulged him. The few women he had been with before her had either flatly refused or had been similarly reluctant.  Never had he been with a woman who enjoyed it the way Janey did, or approached the matter with such enthusiasm and skill. 

It was tempting to keep going and let him shoot his load in her mouth, thought Janey.  Indeed, she promised herself she would do just that the next time she had the opportunity, if she had the opportunity.  Reluctantly she raised her head, pulling her mouth off of his cock.  Crawling up his body just a little, she pushed his shirt up slightly, covering his quivering belly with wet kisses, tickling him. She then looked up at his face and beamed broadly, her now somewhat untidy pigtails still framing her cherubic face.

“You ga’ a BIG ding-y, mista!” she said playfully in her baby voice. She giggled, then declared in a mock-serious tone, “He need ta meet ma ki’ty-cat!”

Danny at this point was in profound shock, and could for the moment do little more than suck on his pacifier and stare at her. So much had just happened that had previously existed only in his wildest fantasies, if he had even dared to dream such things, that “flabbergasted” did not even come close to describing his state of mind. Could this be real?! And yet it WAS real! Janey’s stinky diaper was still laying on the other side of the bed, he could still smell it!  She had just gone down on him, and, though she had not finished him off, it had nonetheless been the most amazing such experience of his life!  And now…had she really just invited him to make love to her?! Her??! Him??!!

“Ding-y na wan’ meet ma’ ki’ty-cat?” said Janey, her face changing to a pouty expression that looked very much like the little girl her voice suggested.

This had the desired effect on Danny, snapping him out of his shock with the impulse to comfort this “little girl” in her distress. His pacifier fell from his lips.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that…that…that was so amazing! You’re so amazing!” he said lamely, unable to adequately express himself and momentarily forgetting to use his baby voice. “Are you real?!”

Janey laughed warmly, crawling the rest of the way up onto the bed and lying next to him, head propped on her arm. She leaned toward him and kissed his forehead, then moved lower to engage his mouth with hers. Her tongue explored his mouth, and invited his to explore hers. Drawing back after just a moment, she smiled at him again.

“Yes Danny, I’m real,” she said, this time in her adult voice. “Are you real?”

“Yeah Janey, I real, too,” came Danny’s response, back in his baby voice and smiling back at her.

“So…,” said Janey, back in her baby voice and with a devious naughty-little-girl grin. “DOES yo ding-y wan’ meet ma ki’ty-cat?”

“Uh-huh!” responded Danny. “bu’…” 

A quizzical look flashed across his face, followed by a sheepish expression.

“I…I don’t have any condoms,” he said simply in his adult voice, unable to think of a toddler-ish way of saying it. “I…It’s been a long time for me, and I…I’m afraid I’m not prepared…”

Janey smiled at him. He really was a sweet guy! She had known she found him attractive, had known that she found his being a fellow adult baby intriguing and probably a source of some common ground, had even known that she found his shyness and awkwardness around her endearing in a very little-boyish sort of way; she had known all these things, but none of it had prepared her for how much she was coming to like him in so short a time. He was kind, gentle, considerate, and wonderfully tender-hearted. He was adorable in every way! She giggled at him again.

“Da’s okay!” she declared, giggling again. “I wan’ yo spermies! Ki’ty-cat wike spermies!”

Danny was more than a little surprised by this response, and was rendered speechless for a moment. It was only a moment, though.

“Are you sure? I mean…,” he stammered, forgetting his baby voice for the sake of clear communication. “You’re sure you won’t get pregnant, or…?”

Janey shook her head dramatically, pigtails whipping from side to side and giggling.

“Janey onwy baby in Janey!” she declared boldly. “Danny siwwy!”

She then quite boldly reached down and grabbed the bottom hem on his shirt, roughly tugging at it, attempting to pull it up his body.  Getting the message loud and clear, Danny sat up and pulled it off over his head.  Finally getting the full picture of Danny naked, Janey giggled with delight at his charming chubbiness; the soft gentle padded roundness of his body from his adorable pot belly to his cute fat knees and feet. He looked even more like a baby without his clothes on, the more so as he obviously clipped or shaved his body hair. He was cute as a button!

Janey reached up and pulled Danny down toward her, reaching her head forward for another kiss.  Her tongue reached into his mouth and invited his to do the same. The taste of his pee was still perceptible to him as was another flavor, probably his pre-cum, and they shared a moment of greedy and very adult lip lock while his hands were finally able to engage with the delicious soft flesh of her “boobies.” The stink of her poopy diaper, rolled up and still laying there on the far corner of the bed, remained a strong presence in the room, though the smell of her aroused vagina was running a strong second.

Breasts had always held a particular fascination for him, and, as well as being beautiful beyond his experience, the firmness of Janey’s were a truly marvelous tactile treat. He found an amazing joy in fondling them, and, when they came up for air from their long kiss, he immediately descended upon them to suckle and nibble them ravenously.  Janey cooed and giggled, for this was both a deeply pleasing sensation and yet another “big baby” aspect to Danny.  In her AB role she had yet to be presented with boobies to suckle; she was both pleased and a little jealous!

As pleasing as this was for both of them, Danny soon felt Janey’s hand wrap once more around his “dingy,” pulling it and him further on top of her. Catching her drift and eager to comply, he rolled all the way over on top of her. There they were, face to face, and…wow, she had her binky back in her mouth!  Her one hand still on his manhood gently stroking it, her other hand reached toward his shirt balled up on the bed beside them.

“Wher’ yo binky, Danny?” she said semi-intelligibly around her pacifier.

Danny reached for the shirt as well, fussing with it until he found the collar and his own binky still tethered there. Unclipping it, he pulled it over to him and stuck it in his mouth. Janey giggled as their faces met once more, this time binky-to-binky, and her hand on his throbbing penis began to guide it toward her steamy lower orifice. Danny’s hand met hers, taking over the guiding function, and she felt his huge cock-head press in at the gates of her inner temple. She gasped and even squealed as he slowly pushed his giant shaft up inside of her, filling and stretching her anatomy as no one had ever done before.

She had no words for the sensations as he began to stroke in and out of her, no reference for them either. She knew that mere physical sensation was but one of the many aspects of the sexual experience that brought pleasure, but at that moment those physical sensations were overpowering. She came within a few seconds, and was well into another orgasm before he found his rhythm. He was gentle with his strokes but eager and vigorous. He got a little rougher as his excitement built, but never enough to do the damage such a weapon most certainly could do to her if it’s wielder were careless.

Her climaxes came and went rapidly, and she quickly lost count, drowning in a sea of lust and pure sensation.  She seemed to be moaning almost continuously around her binky, thrashing around under him, squealing and crying out. Danny’s pacified grunts and guttural noises became gradually louder, and it looked and sounded like he has biting down on the nipple. Then all of a sudden the ending came, and, as intense as the rest had been, the moment of truth was beyond all imagining.

Danny roughly grabbed ahold of one of her ass-cheeks, and buried his massive manhood as deeply within her as it would go. The eruption of his semen inside her was truly volcanic; like a hydraulic pump forcing it through her cervix and filling her insides in a way that was totally unprecedented. He had big balls to go with that big cock, a big prostate also, and the combination was mind-blowing. The orgasm that ripped through her in that moment was unprecedented also.

Lying there beneath him with the world slowly re-materializing around her, Janey realized she had lost her binky at some point and was panting raggedly, trying to catch her breath. Their romp had taken maybe ten minutes, a “quickie” by her standards, but what a quickie! She felt deliciously spent, and yet very much alive…

[christi]

Good story, thanks for sharing your time and thoughts with us all. ? I look forward to the next chapter.

[Sir Stinkypants]

Good vibes, my friends! Just wanted to assure everyone who is enjoying this tale that I have not abandoned it! I am working on the next chapters, and will probably have the next one up tomorrow. I do apologize for the long delay, I have been working insane amounts of hours recently.  Many thanks for the encouragement, this exposition portion of the story is working out to be quite a lot longer than I expected it to be...

[Sir Stinkypants]

Chapter XI: Aftermath

                Janey and Danny spent the next few moments cuddling together and recovering their wits. Their lovemaking had been such an intense experience for both of them, some time was required to properly return to the reality that was each of them and Danny’s messy apartment. Unfortunately, their post-coital reverie was suddenly and quite rudely interrupted by the blaring sound of an alarm coming from the kitchen. The timer Danny had set for the pizzas was going off, indicating that they were at least close to done and immediate action was required.

                Groaning around his binky, Danny reluctantly disentangled himself from the inviting warmth of Janey’s body beneath him. He drew himself up onto all fours, and crawled over to the edge of the bed. Awkwardly he stood, still naked. Janey noted that his manhood was still of impressive size even in its spent and flaccid condition, and the “naked baby” charm of his overall appearance, especially with his pacifier still firmly in his mouth, was still in full effect.  She quickly missed the warmth of his body, and grabbed a comforter that lay in a ball beside her on the bed to compensate. Her eyes followed his pudgy boyish body as he headed toward the kitchen.

                “Come back soon?” she ventured questioningly, as something of a joke.

                “Just let me take the pizzas out,” he responded, pulling out the binky.  His tone of voice suggested he thought she might evaporate like a mirage, or that he might awaken from this dream. “I’ll be back in a flash!”

                As if to illustrate, he bolted from the room. Janey giggled. Basking in the afterglow in his absence, she dreamily reflected on the intensity of their lovemaking and allowed herself to compare it to her more usual sexual escapades with Daddy. It had surely been more physically intense, and she was definitely sore down there. This reflected badly on Daddy by no means; he was in no way deficient as far as size went, he was just about average as her experience went. More than that, he was able to do wonders with what he had that larger men could not. Janey had learned long ago that sex is a metaphysical as well as a physical experience, and when it came to pleasing her there had never been anyone like him. She doubted there ever would be.

On further comparison, her tumble with Danny had been a lot shorter than almost any encounter with Daddy had been, though she had no complaints whatsoever about being thoroughly satisfied. If it always went just that way, it would be just fine with her, though she was curious about what a longer round might be like. This had been a first time, with all the awkwardness that most often entailed. It was obvious too that it had been some time since Danny had been with a woman. Added to that, he was into diapers himself and had never been with a fellow AB, let alone such a cute and stinky little girl. It might have been turn-on overload. His being with a fellow AB had been a notable turn-on for her as well, especially added to the baby-like aspects of his appearance and behavior. 

Her own arousal going into the situation had of course been amplified by the fact that she was “cheating” on Daddy, though, as Daddy had pointed out when long ago, it is only “cheating” when there is a rule against it; otherwise it is “socializing.”  Even with Daddy’s expressed permission, however, having another man make love to her always felt extremely naughty to her. A woman just wasn’t supposed to do that, and that marvelous moment of receiving that other man’s semen had to be the most sinful of decadence. Upon reflection it seemed that it was difficult to judge what sort of lover Danny might prove, and also unclear how she might respond to him in other circumstances, just on the basis of the one experience. She supposed that was always true.

All of these questions about what sex with Danny might be like in future were predicated on the assumption that there would be a future between them, which was by no means certain.  Though she had made no promises nor any demands, it already felt somewhat dishonest to have gotten to this point without having mentioned Daddy. She had not been looking forward to discussing the matter for obvious reasons, but she knew that the time had just about come. What would Danny say? How would he feel? Would he still wish to be involved with here, and, most tantalizing query of all, would he wish to be involved with them both?

Janey’s internal debates were at this point interrupted by Danny’s return to the room. Still snuggling under his comforter, she again admired his infantile chubbiness as he approached the bed with a smile. As much as she liked looking at him and had adored making love to him, on a simpler level she had in their short time together come to very much like him. The thought of hurting his feelings, or worse, pushing him away from her, was frightening. She knew she had to tell him, but wasn’t sure how to begin. For the moment she just sucked on her binky and smiled back at him.

“Pizza’s ready!” said Danny cheerfully, adding playfully, “Better put our huggies back on!”

Janey giggled. It was a good idea, especially as she now had to pee. If Daddy had left her naked in the bed this way, she would have simply wet the bed. He would have agreed that he had brought it on himself. Even though she could hear the crinkly sound of mattress protection beneath her (Danny was such a smart boy!), she wasn’t sure now was the moment to try that with him. The girly diaper she had pulled out when he had first started changing her was still over on the corner of the bed beside her messy one, and Danny was already headed over to retrieve it. He also grabbed the wipes and the bottle of powder he had pulled out earlier.

Seeing this, Janey threw off the comforter and pushed herself toward the bottom edge of the bed; to approximately where she had been when he had started to change her. She dutifully pulled her knees up almost to her chest once again, allowing Danny to slide the fresh diaper beneath her. He added a liberal quantity of powder, and then gently pulled at her legs, indicating that she should let her butt and legs back down so he could tape her up. He took the time to center the diaper front and back and side to side, and then taped her up pleasingly tight. He then kissed her belly tenderly and playfully.  Again she giggled, noting mentally how much Danny’s diapering technique was like Daddy’s.

As he sat her up and grabbed her blouse, she raised her arms like a toddler so that he could slide it onto her, prompting a shared giggle. Danny had dressed his nephews when they were little, but had never dressed an adult and he thought it was yet another charming cuteness. It was almost enough to compensate for having her beautiful breasts disappear from his sight. Getting her overalls back on was more of a struggle, but finally it was done and she was all dressed. Her pig-tailed hair was a bit disheveled, but even that was pleasingly todder-like. He topped it all off by clipping the tether of her binky, dangling from her mouth this whole time, to the collar of her blouse.

“Yo’ tu’n!” exclaimed Janey, back in her baby voice, allowing her pacifier to fall from her lips.

Thinking of Daddy a moment before reminded her of the diapers Daddy had put in the bag for Danny to try. Maybe that was the ideal segue way into discussing Daddy with Danny, and maybe Daddy had planned it that way. Daddy’s tendency to think of everything could be very annoying, but, loath as she was to admit it, he usually did know best. She knew the conversation had to happen and soon, and explaining the boy diapers to Danny without opening that can of worms would be difficult to say the least. Taking a deep breath, she indicated with one hand that Danny, still naked, should sit down, and with the other she reached for her bag.

                “I saw the diapee you had on. You know those diapees are stinky?” she said slowly, quickly adding, “…and not in a good way!” She flashed him a conspiratorial grin.

                Danny’s laughed nervously and his face reddened.

                “I know. I bought them at the drug store. I’ve wanted some nicer ones, but I can’t order anything to here and know I’ll get my package,” he said wistfully. “And to have somebody around here snatch my stuff and see what’s inside…”

                “Oh, wow!” exclaimed Janey. “That could be bad! I had thought maybe it was a money thing, or maybe you didn’t know better...”

                “No, though the money issue is a factor,” Danny responded glumly. “Still, if I could get some package privacy, I would probably splurge a little on some like the ones you use. Maybe a little less girly, but those are really nice…”

                “Well, then I have a surprise for you!” announced Janey, beaming.

                Unzipping the other side of her diaper bag, she pulled out one of the boy diapers Daddy had sent. The wide-eyed look of surprise on Danny’s face was priceless. Without words, she indicated that he should lie back and unfolded the diaper. Pulling up on his legs, Danny took the hint and pulled them up toward his chest as she had done, allowing her to slide it under his butt. Satisfied with its position, she shook a generous coating of powder onto his behind and then pulled at his legs. Obediently he let them back down. She shook some more powder on and around that great big “dingy” that had just given her such pleasure, and then pulled the front up, carefully tucking it in. She then taped him up snugly.

                Retrieving his pants from their crumpled pile on the floor, she fed in one foot and then the other and pulled them up. Anticipating her need, Danny again lifted his legs and behind so she could, though somewhat awkwardly, pull them the rest of the way up. She then walked around the bed to retrieve his shirt from its ball adjacent to his pillows. And there he was, her little boy playmate was dressed once more.

                “Aww done!” she announced in full baby voice. “Pizza?

               Danny laughed as she reached out to help him up. Seeing his binky fallen aside on the bed, she picked it up and clipped it to his collar, and together they headed back into the other room. Though she really was hungry, the butterflies in her stomach foreshadowed quite the interesting dinner conversation to come…

[Sir Stinkypants]

Chapter XII: Revelations, Part 1

                Janey’s pee was flowing freely into her fresh diaper even before she made it through the doorway into the rest of the apartment. She had long ago gotten over the potty-training programmed reflex to hesitate when she first felt the warm liquid running around her nether parts, and so the flow was steady and heavy until it was no more. It felt completely natural to her at this point, for other than very rare occasions of necessity while in public, she had not urinated in a toilet in years. Toddlers she had known seemed to have no difficulty peeing and walking at the same time, why should she?

It was definitely a substantial piss; Danny’s big “dingy” had put more pressure on her bladder than she was used to, and having had to hold it while they got things together ensured a larger than average volume. She always adored the sensation of “christening” a dry diaper, and this time felt a little different with the unusual degree of tenderness in that region. She would undoubtedly require another change before bedtime; another opportunity to play with Danny. All of this brought a private smile as she settled onto the couch while Danny sliced up the pizzas and prepared plates for them.

Danny too was feeling nature’s call, and the momentary semi-privacy of serving up the food seemed an ideal time to give the fancy diaper a try. Even dry it was notably thicker and felt luxuriously cloud-like wrapped around his crotch. It gave him a slight waddle in his walk, a decidedly more baby-ish sensation that pleased him greatly. And, though it was now hidden beneath his trousers, he could not help but think about how cute it was; two giant tapes instead of four, and a landing strip festooned with cartoon bears with balloons. It was almost a dead ringer for the diapers he had put on his nephews. As he had told Janey, he had always wanted to try diapers like this, and so far all he could say (silently to himself, of course) was “Wow” …

With a somewhat more hesitant start than Janey (he had less practice after all), his pee began to trickle. The trickle soon became a flood as he willed himself to relax and let it happen. The feeling of his warm piss flowing around his balls seeking a home in the padding always brought a smile, and this diaper’s padding seemed to be thirstier as well as thicker. It also had real side gathers like actual huggies, containing the liquid as it flowed around and making leaks less likely. It made what was always a lovely experience even better; more authentic. The moment having passed, he could not help but slide his hand into his pants and feel the warm expanded padding that now cradled his balls. This was amazing.

Returning to the matter at hand, he grabbed the plates he had prepared and some paper towels to serve as napkins and headed into the living room. He settled next to Janey on the couch and handed her her plate. Reaching for the remote, he turned on the TV. As was most often the case, flipping through the channels failed to locate anything worth watching. He wasn’t sure what sort of program the moment called for and was self-conscious of what Janey would find acceptable. It always seemed to work out that when he wanted something entertaining to watch while he ate, it took so long to find anything good that the food was long cold before he found anything. It never failed to irritate him.

                “Got any cartoons?” chimed in, nodding toward a somewhat disordered shelf of movie discs across the room.  

                Danny giggled. It seemed to him that asking an AB whether he had any cartoons was a lot like asking a preacher if he had a copy of the Bible. Setting his plate down on the coffee table (after clearing space for it, of course), he got up and headed for the movie shelf. Like most collectors of movies on disc, he had over time gathered a selection of his favorites. He perused the titles, making note as he always did of the ones that were not where they belonged. He had the most annoying habit of failing to put them back. Indeed, the state of his apartment was a physical testimonial to the fact that he had this habit with nearly everything.

                Looking over the possibilities, his eyes wandered over the shelf that held his extensive Walt Disney library before lighting on the shelf below, this one dedicated to the masters of the more childish side of Japanese animation. The lion’s share of this shelf was taken up by the works of the world-famous director Hayao Miyazaki. All of Miyazaki’s films were beautiful and each a favorite in its own way, so choosing was difficult, but in the end he settled on “Castle in the Sky;” something about the story of a young boy and young girl discovering a magical new world together spoke to him of their current situation. It helped that the disc was actually where it belonged.

                He pulled the case from the shelf and opened it, at the same time reaching for the “eject” button on his disc player. Depositing the disc in the tray and pushing it back in, the TV switched to disc player mode. Satisfied, he returned to his seat and pulled his plate back into his lap. Janey was already munching on her pizza, and he thought it was cute how she seemed to be taking very little care to keep the tomato sauce and bits of cheese off of her face. It seemed that she was very good at playing the role of a little kid. She must have had a lot of practice…

                Grabbing the remote, he quickly skipped the previews. Janey gave an enthusiastic “Yay!” sound around a mouthful of food when the menu screen came up identifying the feature. Swallowing the bite, she leaned over and gave him a hug.

                “Cas’le in da sky! Dis one ma fav’ites!” she exclaimed in full baby-talk, tomato sauce ringing her mouth.

                “Mine, too!” he declared, happy that it met with her approval. “Hey, you wan’ a bib?”

                “Mmm-hmm,” she responded. She nodded dramatically for emphasis, her pigtails bouncing cutely.

                Danny got up and went into the bedroom for a moment, returning with an oversized plasticized terrycloth bib festooned with little cartoon animals, and also the wipes for eventual clean-up. He had ordered the bib online at the same time as his pacifier years before, shortly after moving here after his divorce. This had been before he was aware of the potential for porch-piracy at this apartment complex. Being free of his wife had seemed an opportunity to indulge in such things, albeit on a budget. He had never used it much, being alone in his baby play, but at this moment he was glad he had kept it among his modest collection of baby props.

                As the opening music of the film played over the artful images of unlikely flying machines, he stepped in front of Janey, setting her plate aside on the couch for a moment. Looking up at him with her pretty blue eyes and her face if anything more covered in food, she dutifully leaned forward so he could tie the bib around her neck. Satisfied, he again handed her her plate and returned to his own seat next to her. He was indeed hungry at this point and the pizza had lost much of its oven heat, but it tasted good anyway and he ate heartily as the opening action unfolded. He had always found the sky pirates’ flying machines especially interesting; kind of a cross between a jet-ski and a dragonfly.

                As they both stuffed their faces and watched the gorgeous animation so familiar to both of them, Danny’s mind began to mull over their evening up until this moment. So much had happened in so short a time, and yet this dream of a “little girl” was still here, sitting beside him munching on pizza. Memories of her standing there loading her diaper were powerfully arousing, he could feel his manhood coming back to life within the confines of the thick “Cadillac” diaper he was wearing, but the experience had also had deep emotional resonances. Sympathy for her distress had surely been a part of it, but also sympathy as one who did such things himself; he knew what that felt like, and was personally familiar at least some of the feelings that might prompt a presumably continent adult to prefer a stinky heinie to a trip to the toilet.

                His reflections kept bringing up questions, and he kept glancing over at Janey. Their eyes would meet and they would both giggle. As he emptied his own plate, he stood up to head to the kitchen for seconds. Seeing that Janey’s plate was also very nearly empty, he cleared his throat.

                “Mo’ piz’a?” he inquired in baby talk.

                “Umm… yes! One mo’ piece!” declared Janey.

                Refilling their plates in the kitchen, he paused to retrieve two sport bottles from the cupboard that typically functioned as his “sippy cups’ and filled them with juice. As he was doing so, he reflected that something alcoholic might be more with the mood of things, but he rarely drank and thus had nothing of that nature to offer. Scooping up the two plates and the bottles, something of a juggling act, he headed back into the living room. Handing Janey hers, she mumbled a special “thank you” for the beverage, taking a big sip while still apparently mesmerized by the events in mythical Laputa. Though he did not wish to disturb her reverie, questions kept bubbling up in his mind and in the end his curiosity won out.

                “Hey, umm…” he began lamely, quickly following with “Sorry, I don’t want to interrupt…”

                “Oh, don’ wo’wy abou’ me! I seen cas’le lotsa times!” she replied with a messy smile. “You wan’ talk? I wan’ talk, too!”

                The truth was that Janey had been sitting there since their meal began thinking about how to broach the subject of Daddy, and she had a few questions of her own. The matter of daddy stood a real chance of upsetting him and possibly pushing Danny away, the opposite of her intention, but the matter had to be discussed. It made her very nervous nonetheless, and the movie had provided a convenient momentary respite. Nonetheless, it was “getting to know you” time and she knew it, and she silently blessed him for making the first move.

                “You don’t…NEED diapers, do you?” inquired Danny nervously, quickly following with, “I mean it’s okay if you do, but…”

                “No, Danny,” she replied, switching to her adult voice in response to his. “I use diapers by choice; I play the role of a toddler girl for pleasure and…emotional satisfaction? I can hold it if I need to…you?”

                She had not previously considered whether Danny might actually be incontinent. It had seemed unlikely with all the other baby signs, but she supposed the two might coincide. 

                “Same here,” came his response. “It makes me feel…I don’t know, small? For some reason I like feeling small.”

                “Me, too! And…and it turns you on?” she inquired, pretty sure that had been established earlier. “It sure does me…”

                “Oh yes,” he said, eyes momentarily shying away and blushing. “I pretend I’m a little boy and it’s expected, but…it still feels naughty…”

                “Me, too!” responded Janey with a giggle. “What about when I do it?”

                Danny’s blush intensified to a true beet red.

                “I thought I was going to bust the tapes on that wimpy diaper.” He admitted, still looking anywhere but at her. Stealing a glance in her direction, he further admitted “I’ve had fantasies about a little girl who messes herself…never thought I’d meet one…”

                “That thing of yours could bust the tapes on a fancy diaper…” she replied with a giggle. “…like the one you’ve got on now.”

                If there were a darker shade of red for Danny’s face to go to it would have, but also a faint shadow of a frown crossed his brows. 

                “I was actually going to ask you…” he ventured nervously, “…where did you get this diaper? It would be way too big for you, and…well we only met on Tuesday…”

                And there it was. Smart boy.

                “Well…” she started, trying to figure how to frame her response.

                “Not that I’m not grateful!” he interrupted with a worried voice, “It’s just that…”

                “No, it’s a fair question,” she said, smiling at him despite the butterflies doing violence in her newly full stomach. She took a deep breath, sure that Danny could now sense her discomfiture.

“It’s a present,” she said simply. “A present from my Daddy…”

 

[Sir Stinkypants]

Chapter XIII: Revelations, Part 2

“Your…Daddy?” replied Danny slowly, the possible implications swirling around in his head.

“My Daddy,” confirmed Janey, her heart going a mile a minute. “Not my actual father, of course. He’s my…well, he’s my husband…”

“Your husband…” repeated Danny slowly, still confused and unsure how to feel. “Your husband… gave me a diaper?”

“That’s right,” replied Janey. “Several, actually. I told him about you and our meeting the other night, and how I spotted your diaper leak. He suggested those might fit you, and be better than what you were using…”

“You told him about meeting me…” repeated Danny, desperately trying to get his mind around what she was telling him. “And…he had some boyish diapers that fit me? These obviously aren’t for you…”

“Well…Daddy is a baby, too, sometimes,” replied Janey. “He ordered these a long time ago, for himself, but they didn’t fit. You’re a bigger boy than he is, you see…”

He obviously did not see. This question-and-answer format was not going well despite Janey’s best attempts to answer, so with the cat now out of the bag, she decided she had best come clean all the way.

“Look, Daddy and I have an open relationship. We both at times have had lovers on the side, and we both enjoy each other’s dalliances. He knows I’m here…actually, he encouraged me to come. At home, which is a lot of the time as we both work from home, he is my Daddy and I am his little girl. I’m sorry I haven’t mentioned him before now, but I wasn’t quite sure how to bring him up…”

Danny’s mind was all turmoil as he struggled to take in what Janey was telling him. Part of him felt like the victim of a mean trick, though he quickly reminded himself that she had made him no promises. Indeed, everything had happened so fast he had not even had time to consider what the future might hold in terms of things with Janey, or really what he wanted from her. And the thought of her with another man…the mental and emotional overload quite literally left him speechless, and he focused his eyes on the movie though he was not really seeing it.

His reaction, or rather his lack thereof, threw Janey for a loop. Not that it wasn’t understandable, this was truly a lot to take in. Still, from her own perspective it was terribly uncomfortable and she was ready to sound a retreat.

“Look, I know this is a lot to swallow, and if you want me to leave I will understand…”

“No,” he responded, surprising them both. “Please don’t leave. I…I’m not sure what else to say, but I…I don’t want you to go… Unless you want to…”

Danny’s eyes met hers as he spoke, and it was as if she could see the real little boy in him, desperate for her to stay. Amid all of the many uncertainties that had come what she had told him, that he wanted her to remain seemed absolute. It was heartbreaking actually, and she found that it she was the one who had to break eye contact. She was on the verge of tears.

“I don’t want to leave, Danny. I just thought you might want me to,” she said softly. “I had hoped to stay the night…that is, if you want me to...”

“I’d like that,” he said, then quickly looked away to the TV. 

For the next few minutes they both sat in silence, staring at the anime masterwork without really seeing it and lost in their own thoughts. For Danny, feelings were flowing in many directions. Learning that he had an established rival for Janey’s affections so soon after learning she was interested in him was more than a little bit of a mindfuck, and he had as yet had no time to adjust to either. He was not in general a jealous sort; indeed, he had entertained fantasies about threesomes involving other men and found the concept arousing, at least in the abstract. He had even had fantasies involving being cuckolded, and this too was a titillating concept; another way of “feeling small” or being “belittled.” But to be confronted with someone who lived these fantasies was so far beyond his experience, his “comfort zone,” that he wasn’t sure what to think or how to feel. 

Curiously, his penis did not seem to share his confusion, for despite his emotional roller-coaster ride it was stirring to life within its nest of soggy padding. That sogginess brought to mind the adult baby element that was wrapped up in the middle of it all. He had read about such relationships, and had certainly had fantasies of having a mommy who would look after both his big boy and little boy needs. But, while he had read that some adult babies had such caregivers, he had always found it difficult to imagine that a woman was out there who would want to do this for him. Dealing with diapers was not normally considered the most glamorous aspect of parenthood, and to find someone who would voluntarily deal with them on an adult scale when there was no medical need, nay even to take pleasure from it, seemed unlikely to the point of absurdity.

And yet it seemed from what she had said that Janey had found a man who willingly and even happily indulged her AB tendencies. She had mentioned that he sometimes enjoyed playing the baby role, perhaps this explained his interest. She had also mentioned that she was his “little girl” nearly full time, an intriguing idea when he imagined it for himself. What would it be like to be the baby with someone else taking care of the diapers, allowing him to remain in the role without having to periodically step out of it into the parental responsibility of clean-up? What would it be like to have someone take sexual advantage of the intimate vulnerability of a diaper change and the arousal that came with it? Aside from diaper changes, what other caregiving moments and activities might be involved? The more he thought about these things, the more questions came to him, and the more aroused he became.

He kept finding himself glancing at Janey, only to quickly look away when their eyes met. Janey had finished her dinner, and was now sitting there sucking on her pacifier and watching the screen, food still all over her face and some on the bib he had lent her. She was still so awfully cute, the moreso with her face all messy and her pigtailed hair disheveled, and this did nothing to tone down his arousal. Her eyebrows and her eyes in the brief moments he could see them betrayed a look of worry, and he found himself wanting to do something to comfort her. Finally, he leaned toward her and enfolded her in his arms for a big hug. She had not been expecting this move, but she was grateful for it and returned his embrace wholeheartedly. They sat there for a long moment in each other’s arms until, with a final squeeze, he disengaged and returned to his seated position, now no longer avoiding her eyes.

“So, umm…,” he started, pausing to clear his throat. “Your…Daddy, he…he likes changing your diapers?”

“Mmm-hmm,” responded Janey, removing her binky before continuing. “He does. I never use the potty at home.”

“He even likes…you know…the stinky ones?” he asked, a slight tone of incredulity in his voice.

“Especially the stinky ones,” replied Janey, with a giggle, a blush, and a momentary aversion of her eyes. “Stinky diapers are his favorite diapers. Mine, too.”

“And he…likes…cleaning up your… your poo-poo?” he inquired hesitantly.

“He does,” she responded, “At least he likes it when I’m a stinky girl. The actual clean-up, well…I guess you could say it’s a price he’s happy to pay. What about you? You didn’t like taking care of my poopy heinie?”

“No, I did! That was amazing! ” he replied quickly. “I…I guess I didn’t think about it that way. I guess I’ve always had trouble believing anyone would want to do that, would like it…”

“For you, you mean?” asked Janey with a smile. “I’d like to do that for you…”

“Really?” asked Danny, genuinely surprised. “But…but what if it’s super yucky?”

“Then it’s super yucky,” she replied firmly. “Not your problem if I’m the one doing the changing. Of course, more solid poo-poos are more fun, and less stinky, but what comes out is what comes out… That poopy you changed wasn’t the prettiest thing to ever come out of me, did you mind that?”

“No, I guess not,” he responded, again he had not thought of it quite that way. “I guess anything you pooped would be okay, just maybe some more fun than others…”

“Exactly!” said Janey, with a smile. “Daddy has told me many times that he’d rather clean up my nastiest poopy than have me use the potty. ‘When in diapers, do what the diapered do,’ that’s our rule, and he always keeps me in diapers. He likes to say I’m giving him a ‘present’ when I load my diaper. Not that I can help it, a girl’s gotta poop sometime…”

“I guess that’s true…” replied Danny. “I guess I’m not used to thinking about women pooping… It seems…I don’t know…unladylike somehow…”

“Well, we do! You’ve seen it yourself!” responded Janey, laughing. “And it stinks, same as yours, doesn’t it? The most hoity-toity lady you’ve ever seen still stinks up a bathroom on a regular basis…or a diaper…”

“I know that, but…well…I guess I just have this funny image of women,” replied Danny. After a moment’s thought, he added, “I guess it’s kind of comforting, you know? Something humbling, that we all have in common…”

“I can see that,” replied Janey. “Or, maybe, something we all do so we might as well have fun with it. You know, sometimes when Daddy poops in the potty like the big boy he is, I like to watch…”

“Really?” asked Danny, again with real surprise.

“Mmm-hmm,” replied Janey with a naughty smile. “I kneel down in front of the toilet and lay my head on his thigh…watch the poop come out. Then, sometimes, when he’s done, I take his dingy in my mouth…I kiss it and make it better…”

“Wow! I’ll bet he likes that!” replied Danny, his already rising sexual energies reaching new heights even though they were directly discussing Janey with her other man. After a moment, he added, “Didn’t you say he likes to be a baby, too, sometimes?”

“Sometimes, yes, he likes to be the one in the huggies. Teddy bears and all…” responded Janey thoughtfully. “He used to play the baby a lot more before we met, or so he tells me. He actually introduced me to the whole thing, though I had read about it before that. Every now and then I baby him, but, having tried it both ways, both of us usually prefer me as the baby…”

“And…have you two tried it…you know…like this? Both of you babies?” asked Danny after a moment’s pause.

“Yes, we have,” responded Janey. “But…well…it isn’t very realistic or reasonable. Babies don’t normally change each other. Hard to feel like a proper baby when you’re responsible for another baby’s heinie, you know? A real baby isn’t even responsible for her own…”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” replied Danny. “But…then…where does that leave us?”

“Well, it is kinda fun anyway…” responded Janey with a grin. “Two toddlers might make a try at changing each other…but…”

“But?” inquired Danny, seeing a devious look growing on Janey’s face. “But what?”

“Well, I do have a Daddy…” said Janey, staring directly into his eyes. “Maybe he thinks his little girl needs a playmate. Maybe he’d like to try looking after two babies…”

[Sir Stinkypants]

Chapter XIV: Revelations, Part 3

“Two babies…,”repeated Danny slowly, the idea working its way across his mind. “Sounds like a lot of work…”

“Yeah, it does,” replied Janey. “It is however he who suggested it. Knowing Daddy, I’m pretty sure he’d like to see us ‘play’ together, like we did earlier tonight.”

“And…and you think he’d like…like changing me, like he does you?” inquired Danny. “…super-yucky poo-poos and all?”

“As I said, he has already volunteered, and you may be assured that he knows what he’s in for…” replied Janey, laughing. “Also, well…I don’t think he’s ever had a boy baby to play with…”

“A boy baby…,” repeated Danny, marveling at how the plot just seemed to keep on thickening. “And your Daddy…he likes boys?”

“Well…he has told me that he does have interests in that direction, yes…,” responded Janey thoughtfully, well aware that this was in some ways the touchiest detail of her proposal. “He has told me stories of…experiences…he had when he was younger. I’m certain he wouldn’t want to do anything you weren’t comfortable with, and you’d both have me to play with, and I am a hungry girl, but…well, a diaper change is an intimate moment. He would of course have to touch you down there to clean you, and…one thing maybe leads to another? I suppose I should ask you, have you ever been with another man?”

“No…well, I…,” stammered Danny, face going red.

Truly he had not, and his sexual self-image was definitely straight, but in his heart of hearts he knew that he would be a liar if he said that the thought had never crossed his mind.  There were a couple of friendships in his youth that hindsight told him might have gone that way were it not for the ever-present social taboos about such things, and even one clumsy attempt with a similarly inexperienced boy that had resulted in the loss of a valued friend. His interest in women was powerful and undeniable, and also of course condoned by society. His interest in men, when he admitted to himself that he had one, was more complicated, and so he had pretty much always walked the path of the straight man. A part of him strongly suspected this was so of many men. “Bi-curious,” a term he had read in his internet travels, came to mind.

“Look, it’s only an offer, and you can feel free to refuse.” Said Janey nervously, troubled by his silence. “I’ll still come over and play with you sometimes, if you want. And you don’t have to decide now. It’s just that I think, and so does Daddy, that it might be more fun for everyone if we all played together…”

Danny continued to silently ponder all that he had just heard, his eyes half-watching the colors on the TV screen. A “daddy” to look after both of them, keep him in diapers full time, at least when he was there. Who would encourage Janey and he to “play” together, and enjoy watching… Who would presumably “play” with Janey himself also, with him present to witness… Who might want to “play” with him, also. That was heavy stuff, though he would be lying if he said he didn’t find the idea intriguing. The raging erection in its soggy padded prison certainly did.  Janey, who was watching him intently, noticed his apparent discomfort, and was eager to shift the conversation to more comfortable territory.

“Looks like someone could use a diapee change,” she said with a wicked smile.

“What?” he replied, startled from his thoughts. “No…well, I am wet, but…it could take more…”

“Nonsense,” she countered. “If I’m looking after your heinie, then I decide when you need a change, or get to clean up a big mess if I let it go too long. As I said before, it’s not your problem…or your decision… Lay back, I’ll get my diaper bag!”

With that, she jumped up and headed into the other room. She returned in just a minute, diaper bag in hand. Out of it she produced a large bottle of baby powder, a package of wipes, and another one of the large boy diapers Daddy had sent with her. Danny dutifully laid back on the couch and lifted his hips as she started to pull at the elastic waistband of his pants. She pulled them down around his ankles but did not remove them, instead reaching for the tapes of the diaper and quickly yanking them free. Laying down the front, she revealed his member, slightly flagging due to self-conscious nervousness but nonetheless quite erect. Without any further preamble she settled to her knees on the floor in front of the couch, wrapped her right hand around it, and guided it directly into her mouth.

As before, it was a tight fit and no throat action was possible, but her skills with lips and tongue did not fail her; soon he was grunting and gasping and uttering half-articulate obscenities like any man in the throes of ecstasy would. His hand reached down and almost reflexively grabbed ahold of her head in an only vaguely conscious effort to guide her, but it wasn’t necessary; she knew what she was doing, and could easily read all his signs for how best to please him. His excitement was rising so fast that in only a minute or maybe two he was nearing the point of no return.

“I…I…I’m gonna cum,” he moaned out breathlessly.

He felt the vibration through his cock of Janey’s voice. Was she laughing? In any case she did not stop her oral assault; if anything it intensified. With a guttural moan, he arched his back, clamped his hand tighter around her head, and his semen erupted into her mouth. Even with some of the fire taken out of him by their earlier encounter, this was a flood to take in, and all she could do was open up her throat and let it pump down into her tummy. Some of it flooded out at the corners of her mouth, joining the tomato sauce on her face and running back down onto him.

As his orgasm subsided, Janey gently released his softening member from her lips and took a big swallow. Her eyes met his and she giggled, her mouth still ringed with a mixture of tomato sauce and semen. 

“You make a lot of spermies, mista’!” she said, still giggling. “You make Janey a messy girl!”

With the hand that had so recently been wrapped around his cock, she roughly wiped one side of her face and licked her fingers. The face she made in response to the flavor combination, not exactly an expression of pure pleasure, was quite comical, and Danny found himself giggling along with her. He had rarely if ever been encouraged to cum in a woman’s mouth; indeed there had been ladies in his past who had resented him for doing so. And yet it had seemed that Janey had taken his warning as encouragement to continue, and was pleased with the result. This was yet another aspect of Janey’s sexual repertoire that was beyond his experience.

“Do you…like that?” He asked timidly. 

“Hmm…,” she responded, an impish smile on her lips and a thoughtful look on her brows. “Not as good as ice cream… But yes, I like boy cream sometimes, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I…I never knew a woman who…you know…wanted me to…,” stammered Danny.

Janey shrugged as she pulled out a wipe and started cleaning him, starting with his now-flaccid member.

“Their loss, and yours, of course,” She responded, continuing to clean him. “As I said, it’s not exactly a taste treat. It’s just that I love to concentrate on a man’s pleasure sometimes, without the distraction of my own. Maybe it’s a power thing, I don’t know. Do you like eating a woman’s pussy?”

“Well, umm…yeah, I do…” replied Danny, the boldness of the question coming as a bit of a shock. “I…I wanted to earlier, actually…when your heinie was still messy, but…well, I was worried it might gross you out…”

“Aww, you really are sweet!” she said. “Lift your hips for me, would you?”

Danny complied, allowing her to pull the diaper from beneath him. She quickly replaced it with another of Daddy’s gift diapers she already had open and ready, then indicated he could settle his butt back down.

“You needn’t have worried about grossing me out,” she continued, giggling again as she applied a generous helping of baby powder to his nether region. “I wouldn’t ask you to do anything horribly unhygienic, of course, but…well, I DID just put your dingy in my mouth right out of a pee-pee diaper…twice!”

Satisfied with her powdering, she pulled up the front of the new diaper and taped it up. Danny liked how tightly she wrapped him up; here was someone who knew how annoying a saggy diaper could be. She then pulled his pants back up, again with the slight assistance of him raising his hips, and helped him to sit up. Gentleman that he was, he grabbed a wipe and started cleaning her face, prompting yet another giggle from Janey.

“Thank you, Danny!” she said, amid her laughter. “As I was saying, pee, like semen, is not a flavor they’re likely to add to the Baskin Robins 31, but it’s not really dangerous. Poop is a different animal that way, but if you cleaned the area with wipes first…you’d still be taking a risk, but…well…that’d be your risk to take, and I would enjoy it. Either way, I wouldn’t freak out. Sex is a dirty business, and diaper sex…well …”

“Does…does your Daddy ever…I mean…,” asked Danny after a moment’s pause, definitely curious but still reticent to ask questions about Daddy. He was actually kind of amazed that he was this comfortable with Daddy’s existence and place in Janey’s life.

“What, kiss my ki’ty cat when I’m stinky?” responded Janey, her impish grin growing. “Yeah, sometimes. He cleans it first, but… I tell you what, though. I’d kiss your dingy when you’re a stinky boy…would you like that? Would it gross YOU out?”

“Wow! Well I…,” replied Danny. “I…I guess I would like that…but…you really want to…you know…change my poopy diaper?!”

“Definitely!” said Janey, laughing, both at the general absurdity of the conversation and his ever-present self-consciousness. “I showed you mine, you don’t think I want to see…and smell…yours?”

“Well I…umm…,” came Danny’s response. “You’ll have to excuse me, this is all so new to me, and I…I…I never really thought that anyone would WANT to see…or smell…”

“Well, I do!” declared Janey. “And Daddy does, too! Didn’t you say you usually poop in the morning?”

                “Well…yeah, usually…,” he replied sheepishly. “Just about always, really,” 

                “Well, since I work from home and my hours are thus…flexible…,” said Janey, “…and you said you do, too… and we’ve established that I’m staying the night…finish your dinner, mister!”

[christi]

That was good, thank you for sharing your thoughts and time with us!  ?

[Sir Stinkypants]

7 hours ago, christi said:

That was good, thank you for sharing your thoughts and time with us!  ?

You’re too kind, Christi! It pleases me that my ‘thoughts’ please you, and that you are good enough to express your support!

[Sir Stinkypants]

Chapter XV: Diapee Change and Beddy-Byes

                Looking at his plate abandoned on the coffee table, Danny realized that with all of the evening’s revelations and activities, eating had indeed slipped his mind, and he was still quite hungry. Scooping up the plate, he went into the kitchen and slipped it into the microwave. Again with a plate of hot food, he returned to the living room and sat back down next to Janey and again started watching the movie. Having seen it many times, his mind drifted back and forth between the action on the screen and the many new notions that were buzzing around his head as he ate. 

  A dedicated caregiver to change his diapers and otherwise baby him, though a “Daddy” rather than the “Mommy” he had envisioned. The oft dreamed-of chance to “play baby” continuously without having to step out of the role to clean up. A baby girl. Another baby, with whom to share the experience of being a baby. The naughtiness of a threesome, sharing a woman as it were. The forbidden fantasy of sexual play with another man. All of these things he realized were long-held fantasies of his in one form or another; to be offered these things in reality, all together in one package, was beyond imagining. Could it be real, and if it were, could he handle such things in reality? Fantasy had no real parameters and no real emotions, reality had both and in spades. It was a lot to think about any way he sliced it, and, having been in something of a sexual dry-spell lasting years, it bordered on overkill.

He and Janey made small talk while they watched the movie, enjoying each other’s company and pointedly avoiding the subject that was foremost on both of their minds. Having rediscovered his appetite, he reloaded his plate once and then again, at one point refilling his juice bottle and also Janey’s. The movie ended as all movies do, and they switched to something mindless on TV to which neither paid much attention. When he was finally full, they took to snuggling on the couch with their binkies in their mouths, simply being babies together in silence. A need to pee momentarily disturbed the coziness on Danny’s part, but it took only a few seconds to become a flowing liquid heat around his balls, fading into a general slightly damp warmth of expanded padding cradling his whole nether region. These diapers were very nice, indeed.

This reminded him that in their current arrangement he had the unfamiliar though pleasurable responsibility of looking after the state of Janey’s diaper just as she had looked after his. In mid-snuggle, he reached down between her legs, haltingly at first, and gently probed the padding around her crotch. As he had suspected, her diaper was quite swollen and warm to the touch even through her overalls; obviously she had just wet it, and not for the first time. She noticed his attention to it and giggled.

“Janey ga’a soggy heinie!” she declared inarticulately through her pacifier.

“She sure does!” he replied with a giggle, having allowed his binky to fall dangling from its tether.  “How many pees is that?”

“Umm…,” responded Janey, rolling her eyes upward. Wetting herself was so normal to her that she really had to think about it. 

“Three…I think…” came her binky-gagged response.

“We’d better do something about that!” said Danny. This couch was no treasure, but it was the only one he had just now.

“Uh-huh,” said Janey with mock seriousness, also allowing her paci to fall away. Eyeing the time on a nearby clock, she added inquiringly, “Diapee change and beddy-byes?”

“Hmm,” responded Danny, also checking the time. “I guess it is about that time. You sure you want to sleep over?”

“Pos’tive!” She declared with perfect toddler seriousness.

With a kindly smile, Danny picked up the remote and turned off the TV. He then went into the kitchen and did a quick and minimal tidying up, placing their plates and “sippy cups” in the sink and rinsing them and disposing of the pizza packaging. Satisfied, he turned off the light and came back into the living room. He paused for a moment to put the powder and wipes back into Janey’s diaper bag, then he picked it up and offered Janey his other hand. Janey, her binky back in her mouth, rose to join him, and allowed him to lead her back into the bedroom. The room still smelled subtly of her poopy diaper that was still where they had left it rolled up on the corner of the bed. Sitting her down on the bed, Danny excused himself for a moment, going into the bathroom and quickly returning with a large black trash bag which he used to wrap up the stinky diaper, once and then twice.

He then reached for and unclasped the straps of her overalls before gently laying her back on the bed, legs still hanging over the edge at her knees. She reached out for her teddy bear, still on the bed from earlier, but, unable to reach it, she whined pitifully around her pacifier while futilely reaching in its direction. It was a very cute, very toddler-like move to Danny’s way of thinking, and he dutifully crawled onto the bed and grabbed it for her. He then pressed it into service as a pillow for her as she obviously intended before returning to the business of removing her pants. Through a slightly awkward process of raising her hips and wriggling, her overalls were brought down around her ankles. And there it was: her diaper that he had put on her a few hours before, with its lovely pink print, swollen and slightly discolored by a generous quantity of her urine. The smell of piss and powder, though not nearly as strong as the poop smell had been, was nonetheless a palpable presence in the room. Despite the generous workout his manhood had endured that evening, it was trying to come back to life once more.

With the binky-fied Janey watching him, Danny went for the tapes on her diaper, pulling them loose with a loud ripping sound that echoed in the quiet room. The pissy odor increased with the exposure of the diaper’s interior to the air, and it was presently joined by the equally potent aroma of her aroused vagina, which was damp with a moisture all its own. Danny was immobilized for a moment at the vision before him, at once so cute and infantile and yet so wanton and oh so adult. Then, as if drawn by forces beyond his control or perhaps by Janey’s desire, he descended upon her bared and hairless pussy, his tongue delving as deeply within her as it could reach. A gasp and a moan greeted his gentle assault, and the salty flavor of her pee mingled freely with the more familiar savor of a woman in heat.

He varied his deep delving with delicate attention to her clitoris and outer labia, and her orgasm built quickly. He was perhaps not the artist at this that Daddy was, thought Janey as the waves of pleasure rose to sweep her away, but he was definitely pleasing and she had no complaints. Her climax came with a rush. It seemed he could sense it coming on, and delved his tongue in deeply as she came, after which he returned to gentle teasing clitoral kisses. He did not stop as many men would have but continued his attention until another orgasm began to build, less dramatically intense perhaps but longer and more earthy; like a slow roll of thunder after a sharp flash of lightning. Pacifier gagged as she was, she could only yelp her approval of the one and moan out her pleasure at the other. Only when this second storm had passed did he ease up and eventually stop his assault, looking up at her with a truly boyish grin. Danny could feel his manhood within its padded prison attempting to return to life, but it was sore from all the activity and he doubted it would provide much fun for either of them. After a moment spent with his eyes wandering back and forth from her eyes to her body and back, he cleared his throat and spoke.

“I…I’m sorry, but…,” he said wistfully. “I think you did your job too well earlier. I’m…I’m afraid that’s all I can do for now…”

Janey giggled from behind her binky and stretched languidly, at least as much as her trapped feet would allow.  She allowed her binky to fall from her lips and dangle from her blouse by its tether.

“D’at wa’ won’ful!” she baby-talked after a moment. “Ding-y iss ti’ed? D’a’s okay! He been busy! We p’ay ‘morrow maybe! Time fo’ beddy-byes?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he said, glancing at the clock amid the clutter of his nightstand.

With that, he returned to the business of changing the pee-soaked diaper that was still beneath her. He pulled out a wipe and started cleaning he whole diaper area from front to back, dwelling on her sex for a moment and eliciting a giggle. He changed to a second wipe and began to work downward, noticing and correcting imperfections in his poop clean-up from earlier. Without need of instructions she lifted her hips when he reached the area just above where her butt lay in the sogginess, and he continued his efforts on around.  Pausing for a moment, he grabbed her diaper bag and rummaged around in it until he found another of her cute girly diapers. He then brought it over, opening it on the way. With another lift of her hips, he removed the wet one and slid the dry one into its place under her rear.

He grabbed his powder bottle that was still by the foot of the bed from earlier and dispensed a generous helping to the area under her butt, taking a moment to rub it into her skin before indicating that she should let her butt back down. He shook out another heavy coating of powder onto her mound and the front side of the diaper, rubbing that in, too, and generating another giggle when he rubbed against her pussy. The immediate darkening of the dry powder showed very clearly that she was still excited. He pulled up the front of her diaper and very carefully centered both front and rear before taping it up nice and tight. Thus diapered, he looked down at her overalls still bunched up around her feet.

“Do you want to sleep in these clothes?” he asked gently, wondering how comfortable she would be in that get-up overnight; maybe just the blouse and her diaper?

“Nope! I ga’ jammies, in da bag!” replied Janey matter-of-factly, sitting up and reaching for the bag on the floor.

Delving into “her” side, she rummaged around until she located her “jammies,” a pink flannel footed sleeper with little sheep printed on it, which she proudly handed to Danny. Danny was impressed; now here was a specialized AB garment if ever there was one. He examined it for a moment, noting how the snaps going down the front continued down the legs to allow for diaper changes without taking it off. He was more than a little jealous! Gently he unsnapped it all the way down. Janey pulled off her blouse and then stood up, knowing it would make putting it on easier. When he had it ready, she offered him one foot and then the other, and then one arm and then the other. 

Then, starting at the knee on one side, he snapped it up the crotch, and then the other side. Finally, he snapped her up the front, lamenting the hiding of those lovely little breasts but also enjoying how they filled out the distinctly babyish garment. It was a truly charming incongruity, her very adult woman’s body in infantile attire, and he paused for a moment to admire her. Seeing his look, she stood up and modeled for him with a giggle. The final touch was achieved by reaching for her blouse in its ball on the bed and retrieving her pacifier still clipped to the collar. Disconnecting it, he slipped it into her mouth and attached the clip to her sleeper. God, she was cute!

“Wow, that really is cute!” he said, still looking over the final effect. “Not that you weren’t before, but…wow…”

“You wike?” said Janey, laughing, her mouth full of silicone nipple. “Janey wike he’ jammies. Danny ga’ jammies?”

“Danny wike yo jammies,” said Danny, remembering his baby talk. “Danny onwy ga’big boy jammies.”

“Aww…dat too bad,” said Janey wistfully. “Danny be cute i’ baby jammies! Daddy havta get him some!”

“Your…your Daddy…,”Danny repeated haltingly, startled by the reminder and momentarily forgetting his baby-talk. “He…he would get me jammies?”

“I sure he would,” replied Janey, pulling out her binky and letting it dangle. “lotsa other stuff, too! Otha clothes, toys… Mo’ o’ those big boy-baby diapees. Speak o’ diapees, how yo diapee?”

Not waiting for a response, she reached down and checked him. Feeling the warm expanded bulge around his crotch, she giggled. It was definitely fun to have another baby to play with. His infantile underwear was nowhere near its full capacity, but she knew the wise caregiver always put a baby to bed in a fresh diaper if unless he or she wanted a wet bed to deal with. Even with a bedtime change leaks into the bed were common occurrences at home, and she was glad he was sensible enough to protect his bed from just such a mishap.

“Betta change ‘fore beddy byes,” she said, putting these thoughts into baby talk.

“Well…yeah, okay…” responded Danny, being used to lesser diapers and having gone to bed wet with unpleasant results on more than one occasion.

Janey stood up and motioned that Danny should take her place on the bed. She then gently laid him back, and again pulled his elasticized trousers down around his ankles. Danny assisted with the lifting of his hips without being asked this time, finding being changed by someone else an easy thing to get used to. Indeed, it would likely be quite the let down when he had to do it for himself again. As Janey unfastened the tapes and laid open his diaper, details of Janey’s offer again began running around in his head. What if he was always diapered? What if he never had to do the changing? What if he always shared this with her, a “partner in crime” so to speak? He found himself wanting his pacifier, and he pulled it into his mouth as he continued to ponder what wonders might be in store for him if he chose to join their little family. 

For Janey’s part, she found the vision before her both extremely cute and more than a little sexually stimulating. There was Danny’s king-sized penis, mostly but not fully at rest, lying in a nest of expanded padding yellowed with and smelling strongly of his pee. The pot-belly peeking out from under his shirt and his general pudginess again fed into the illusion that here was just an oversized little boy who needed his diaper changed. It was if anything even cuter than her initial “baby-fat” impression of him, and when you added in the shyness and genuine kindness of his personality…she found it hard to imagine a grown man who could better look or act the part of a toddler. 

The grown woman in her noted that his ample endowment was circumcised like most men of their generation, which somehow was also consistent with the role. Daddy, the man whose equipment she was most familiar with, was uncut; he had explained that his father was also, and had insisted that he be left natural. She liked him that way; there was something special about it, and it seemed to be somewhat more physically sensitive than the circumcised men she had known. But if she were to have two regular lovers as was the proposed arrangement, how much more fun was a bit of variety? 

Daddy was also tall and thin while Danny was average height and heavier. Daddy was a brunette with a conventional haircut while Danny was dirty-blond like she was, worn in a slightly grown-out buzzcut. Indeed, his haircut was yet another babyish visual cue. He even had brown puppy-dog eyes while Daddy’s were a clear blue. An old saying went that “variety is the spice of life,” here it seemed that her life was going to get quite spicy. If he went for it. She found herself begging him silently while she wiped the pee off of that glorious cock. She was tempted to take it in her mouth once more and see how truly spent it was, but tomorrow was another day and she knew it would be more fun to play with then if she gave it time to rest. Besides, he had said he pooped in the morning…

And so, reluctantly, she continued her cleaning efforts instead of indulging her naughty fantasies. She did, however, augment the warm dampness in the crotch of her own diaper that came of her arousal with the far greater warmth and wetness of a substantial piss, the hot urine tickling and trickling around her excited pussy momentarily before quickly finding a home in the thirsty padding. This did nothing to assuage her arousal of course, quite the opposite, but she did find the irony of peeing on herself while at the same time cleaning up after someone else who had done the same quite ironically amusing.  As before, she needed him to lift his hips to allow her to clean his behind and remove the wet diaper from beneath him, but this time he did it without any prompting. He was such a good boy, he was learning! Another lifting of his hips and the fresh diaper was beneath him, and another moment had it taped up snugly. All that remained was his sleepwear.

“You wan’ yo jammies?” she inquired.

“Uh…well…” Danny said, shocked from his swirling thoughts by the sound of her voice and his binky falling free. “I…uh…I think I okay like this.”

“Okay!” she responded cheerfully.

Janey knew that a t-shirt and a diaper were the sole night-time garments of many toddlers, day-time, too, if at home, and so she had no objection. Going back into her diaper bag, she retrieved a small bag that contained her toothbrush, and she excused herself and went into the bathroom. Returning a moment later, she crawled into the bed and began arranging the covers. Danny took this as his cue, and went into the bathroom to deal with his own teeth. In the middle of brushing it occurred to him how strange it was that two adults had spent a whole evening together, and that this was the only use either of them had had for the bathroom. It brought a smile. Finishing his toilette, another ironic choice of unspoken words that brought another smile, he joined Janey in his bed and turned off the light. 

Snuggling together in bed for the first time, each was caught up in the dreams of what might be. For Danny, the tantalizing possibilities were mixed with fears of losing this amazing woman and the unknowns of sharing her; for Janey, they were interwoven with fears that Danny would be unwilling or emotionally unable to share her with another man, or himself with that man for that matter, and that her attempts to recruit him might just hurt this incredibly sweet man deeply. As they lay there cuddling in the dark, these hopes and fears kept running around both of their heads, threatening to keep sleep from finding them. Finally though, sleep did find Danny, due to their evening of sexual exertion if nothing else, and Janey heard his breathing become deep and steady. 

Careful not to disturb him, her right hand reached down and stealthily undid three of the snaps on her sleeper, right around the crotch. She slipped the hand into the resulting hole, pulling the material over to the side so she could slide the hand into the leg opening of her diaper. She stifled a gentle whimper as her fingers found their target…mmm…if only he knew what a hungry girl she really was, how much Daddy could use his assistance…

At some point in the middle of the night, Danny was awakened from his slumber, as he often was, by the need to pee. He was comforted by the presence of the warm flannel-clad woman next to him; at least she had not been only a dream. It was always a bit difficult to overcome his potty-training and let loose while lying in bed, but in a few moments the urgency and his efforts paid off with a hot trickle running down around his balls and soaking into the ample padding under his behind. In that moment, curiosity compelled him to see if he was alone in this, and he reached over and felt around Janey’s crotch. The swollen padding comfirmed that she too had made use of her diaper, and recently by the degree of warmth. Somehow, this was even more comforting than her presence, or so he was thinking as dreamland once more claimed him…

 

 

[christi]

Nice addition, I'm looking forward to the next chapter.  Thanks for sharing your time and thoughts with us!  ?

[Sir Stinkypants]

Greetings friends! Allow me to apologize for the long delay in getting another chapter up, a busy life combined with a touch of writer's block are to blame. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter XVI: Wakey Wakey

                The peaceful cuddling that had been their night together was disturbed by the jingling of chimes, emanating from Danny’s cell phone on the nightstand. Not an early-riser by nature, he had found that, even when working from home, he needed to set an alarm if he were going to achieve his day’s goals without having to work into the evening. Coming to reality in the early morning light, he reached over and hit the touch-screen snooze button. He could feel Janey starting to stir in the bed next to him, but he hoped they could share a few minutes more of quiet snuggling before the day began in earnest. He indulged in a full body stretch, noting a fairly urgent need to pee as he did so.

A familiar game of pushing, teasing himself to let go, and, aided by the urgency of his need, a couple of halting trickles became a steady hot flow from the little fire hose in his pants. He relished the sensation of his warm urine running over and around his balls and heating up the padding under his behind, up to the small of his back. Even this snazzy diaper leaked a little around the waistband, but he was not much concerned. Diapers in bed often did; the bed was protected and the experience was authentic toddler. As he began to doze once more, he wondered what it might be like to have such things truly be someone else’s problem, like Janey had described. Just pee and poop freely as the need arose with no thought of the consequences…now THAT was being a baby!

As Danny faded back into the realm of dreams, Janey took her turn to stretch, only vaguely aware that her binky was still in her mouth from the night before. She also took her turn to reheat her diaper’s already damp interior. Her life with Daddy had given her more practice at letting go, and she had already faded back into sleep before the last pee trickled out of her. As often happened when she awoke to use her diaper and fell back to sleep immediately, she went right into a dream, and this was a naughty one. There she was, with Daddy on top of her, making love. And Danny was there, too, in the bed beside them, and she and he were holding hands. And they were looking in each other’s eyes while Daddy made his special magic inside her with his glorious cock, and when her climax came, she squeezed Danny’s hand…

Just then, the return of the snoozed alarm rudely interrupted Janey’s oh so pleasing vision, and she returned to reality with a curious combination of profound disappointment and sexual arousal. Danny was stirring next to her, and she rolled over toward him and caught him in a big hug. She had the passing impulse to rip off both of their diapers and fully indulge her arousal, but she settled for his arm closing around her in return, after he had quieted the pesky alarm. Snuggling together as two babies was comfy and sweet, and, despite the degree of her desire, mustering the energy for an all-out sexual assault would have been difficult when she was just waking up. Besides, he had promised her a poo-poo this morning, and such deliciously naughty behavior deserved a proper reward. He had after all quite graciously rewarded her for her stinky huggies the night before. She reminded herself that, men being men, a girl sometimes did have to defer her pleasures if she wished to savor them…what would it be like to always have another dingy to play with when the first one was tired?

And so, instead of ripping both their diapers off and jumping Danny’s bones as she was tempted to, Janey instead retrieved Danny’s pacifier, still tethered to his shirt, and slipped it back into his mouth. They snuggled together and dozed until finally the alarm sounded for a third time. Danny groaned around his binky, upset at being disturbed yet again but knowing it was indeed time to be getting up. It was an unfortunate truth, however, for the little boy in him was finding unprecedented contentment snuggling with this flannel clad little girl next to him and the big boy in him was very much enjoying feeling the warm softness of her breasts pressed up against him through her oversized babywear. His hands had also been gently exploring the shapely curves of her behind, wrapped up as they were in soggy padding, and his own soggy padding was feeling more and restrictive as his magnificent manhood came more and more to life.

Despite all of this, it was time to get up, and he thus reluctantly disentangled himself from Janey’s embrace and sat up on the edge of the bed, blinking in the morning light. With a visible effort, he stood up, noting the saggy bulkiness of his uncovered diaper dangling between his legs. Janey, still laying under the covers, noticed it, too.

“You a soggy doggy, Danny!” she said giggling, having allowed her binky to fall. “Danny need hi’ heinie changed!”

“Yeah,” responded Danny, blushing. “I peed a lot.”

“I change Danny, and Danny change Janey!” she declared in her matter-of-fact toddler tone, shoving back the covers and getting up.”

“Yeah, okay.” Replied Danny, having a seat at the foot of the bed that had been serving as their changing area.

As Janey grabbed her diaper bag and the wipes and powder they had neglected to put back into it the night before, Danny laid back on the bed, wondering what other games might come with these diaper changes. His “dingy” had returned to its resting state, but was definitely capable of whatever might come along. Janey loosed the tapes of his diaper and laid it out, marveling once more at the size of his “dingy” even in its resting state and the cuteness of it resting there in its bed of yellow padding, an oversized little boy in every way. She pulled out a wipe and began to clean it, noting as she did so that it was reacting to her attention by growing under her touch.

“Now, now, Danny!” She said, giggling. “He wants to pway, and me, too! But you pwomised me a poo-poo!”

Danny blushed again. The thought of loading his diaper in front of Janey, and of having her change it, was on the one hand quite compelling but also deeply embarrassing. He had never directly shared his body’s filth with anyone, and wasn’t sure how he would handle it. This took a bit of the fire out of him as Janey continued her cleaning efforts. When prompted, he lifted his legs to allow her to clean under his behind and remove his soggy diaper. It was a silly position, but most definitely toddler appropriate. Smoothly she slid another of Daddy’s gift diapers under him and, after heavily powdering his behind, invited him to let his legs down. She then arranged his dingy with a giggle, pointing it downward, before powdering it and the rest of his front area and taping him up with pleasing snugness.

With Danny freshly diapered, Janey helped him up before laying down for her turn. Danny could not help but pause to admire Janey’s lovely figure showcased by her form-fitting sleeper. As a big girl she was divine, but with her pacifier, mussed pig-tails, and the tell-tale bulge of her swollen diaper, she was cuteness incarnate.  He reached up to her collar and began unsnapping her down her belly and down her legs, thoroughly enjoying each bit of naked flesh that came into view. Pausing for a moment, he reached down and kissed her tummy just above the waistband of her diaper, eliciting a giggle, and catching a whiff of the combination of baby powder and urine emanating from the cute girly diaper.

 These aromas intensified when he loosed the tapes on the sides of her huggies and laid them out flat. Janey’s eyes smiled at him over her binky as admired the vision of her still-powdered pubic mound presiding over the golden evidence of her childlike naughtiness. Giggling, she squeezed another little trickle of pee out into the padding. Danny giggled too, as if he needed more stimulus for his freshly diapered erection, already feeling more than a little constrained in its padded prison! He had to pull himself together briefly before pulling out a wipe and starting to clean her, starting at the front and working down. This time when he approached her vagina, he was somewhat bolder, thoroughly cleaning the area and intentionally stimulating her clitoris. Janey cooed her approval, wanting more. Not all of the moisture down there was her pee!

Danny did not disappoint her, spitting out his binky and replacing his wipe-covered finger with his tongue. He had always dearly loved pleasuring a woman with his tongue, and the strong smell of the pissy diaper beneath her made it that much naughtier. For Janey it was ecstasy, and her orgasm built quickly. He was losing his nervousness which improved his technique, and when her climax came it was delicious.  As her waves of pleasure subsided, so did his attentions, and, smiling up at her despite the raging hard-on stretching the leg gathers of his diaper, he pulled out a new wipe and went back to cleaning her heinie. He then paused to place his pacifier back in his mouth before grabbing the undersides of her knees in one of his large hands and pushing her legs back, pulling out her diaper and thoroughly wiping the powder and pee-slime off of her ass cheeks. That was a nice move, thought Janey. He’s getting better at this!

 He reached into her bag and pulled out a new pink diaper for her, taking a brief moment to admire the cutesy kiddie ballerinas and childish princesses printed on them. Some part of him had always been irrationally attracted to the colorful cartoonish images that were so often used to decorate baby items, and it pleased him to closely examine this specifically feminine version. As he unfolded the diaper and slid it under her, again lifting her legs himself, his mind wandered back to the earliest times he had taken pleasure from such cutesy baby things. He remembered being nine or so and playing with his younger cousin Eddie, that he had always been secretly jealous of his toys, clothes, and other baby items that sported this sort of infantile decoration, and had never known why.

Oh yeah, and his diapers! Especially his diapers! He had a particularly vivid memory of playing together in the backyard, when Eddie, dressed in a Pooh-bear romper had paused from their play for just a moment, a frowny expression on his face. He had then brightened up and their play continued for the next hour or more, the unmistakable odor of poop surrounding Eddie as he laughed and played. That memory of his two-year-old cousin shamelessly pooping in his diaper in front of him and then playing with him as if the stinky load in his pants was of no particular concern had always haunted him. Even then, he had been jealous and wondered why; even now, years later, and knowing there were many other adult babies in the world, he still wondered…

As he finished diapering Janey, taping her up tight, familiar sensations of tightness in guts reminded him that he would soon be emulating cousin Eddie’s dirty deed. Like most mornings, his need to poop only made itself known after he got up and started moving around. Most often when he was going to handle the matter toddler-style he would still be in the wet diaper from the night before, which, though a seemingly natural progression, tended to limit how long he could enjoy being a stinky boy without risking leaks. This morning he was in a fresh diaper so that was no problem, but then Janey had said she wanted to change him. So many thoughts and logisitics interfered with his toddler-like abandon. What would it be like to have someone else manage these things?

“Janey want day clothes?” he asked in semi-baby-talk, after relinquishing his binky to dangle by it’s tether from his shirt.

“Mmm-hmm!” replied Janey, reaching for her bag and producing a jumper, similar to Eddie’s, and a pink frilly blouse.

Handing him the clothes, she raised her arms straight up just like someone dressing a toddler would ask her to do, and he pulled the cute frilly blouse down over her arms and head. Picking up the jumper, he noticed that it had a cute embroidered daisy on the bib, and, on further examination, a set of snaps between the legs to allow for diaper changes. My, she did have quite the little girl wardrobe! As he went to slide the garment over her feet, Janey suddenly sat up and extended her hand to stop him. He shot her a questioning glance.

“A shirt and a diapee a’ good ‘nough fo’ inside,” she said in matter-of-fact baby-talk. “Make changes easy-a. Pu’ on ou’side clo’s when we go ou’side, okay?”

“Soun’ good,” he said, attempting to emulate her baby-talk. Not having a parent-figure to play-act with, he had to think quite a bit more how to form his phrases in baby-talk, but the more he did it the more he liked it. Perhaps he would soon get more practice…

“Coffee?” he asked after a moment.

“Yus!” was Janey’s reply, and, hand-in-hand and binkies-in-mouths, they headed to the kitchen…

[diapernocturnus]

What a wonderful way to start a morrning. ☺️

[Sir Stinkypants]

Chapter XVII: An Interesting Morning

                The pressure in Danny’s insides continued to build as he ground coffee beans and prepared a filter in his coffee maker. Adding water, he ushered Janey to the couch in the living room, unable to resist eyeing her padded tushy and shapely legs in just her shirt-and-diaper combo. Her pig-tails were in a truly sorry state, and it occurred to him that he probably ought to offer to brush her hair out and retie them for her, but the unkemptness was entirely consistent with her little girl image and he found the effect enchanting. Perhaps later. Switching on the TV to CNN, he paid mindless heed to the news while the many thoughts and feelings brought up by Janey’s offer whizzed around his head. He also had work to do today, so there were thoughts of what that would entail as well, but he found it difficult to focus on such mundane minutiae in the face of so many simultaneously exciting and daunting possibilities.

                He rose a moment later when he heard the tell-tale sputtering sound of the coffee machine finishing it’s cycle, and returned a moment later with two steaming cups with spoons sticking out, a small carton of half and half, and a jar of sugar. Janey was only a sometime coffee drinker, but as they had gone to bed a bit late and had had things on their minds, she was grateful for a cup this morning. She also knew the effect of caffeine on the digestive system, and he had promised her a poo-poo. She had every intention of seeing (and smelling) him as a stinky boy, and the cup he was having would add impetus to his need. As shy as he was in general, she had the suspicion that he might be a bit bashful of sharing this intimate function with her, despite her direct invitation, and she could not wait all day. She too had work to get accomplished, and Daddy would want a full report. And more. They sipped their coffee in silence for a few moments while the cobwebs cleared and the news of the world flashed across the TV screen, largely unheeded.

                “So..,” said Danny a bit awkwardly, breaking the silence. “Last night you said something about rules… You know, baby rules…between you and your Daddy? Something like ‘when in diapers, do as the diapered do?’”

                Janey giggled.

                “Yes, we have a few rules. Keeps things fun,” she responded in adult mode. “That is rule number one. No potty for me when I am a baby, which nowadays is always. It actually extends to certain times when I’m not literally diapered. We sometimes play games where I am in the early phases of potty training, but I’m…reluctant? Not ready, perhaps?”

                “Reluctant?,” repeated Danny, a bit confused but also intrigued.

                “Well, he sometimes dresses me in panties, like a big girl..,” she replied thoughtfully. “but I use them like they are diapers…”

                “Oh…!” responded Danny, finding the mental picture this conjured more than a little arousing.

                “Yeah,” she continued. “sometimes it’s fun to prove to him that I need my diapers.”

                “Wow, that’s…” stammered Danny nervously. “I think I’d like to see that!”

                “I think that can be arranged!” responded Janey, laughing. “A girl always has to pee sometimes, and if I can have fun with it? Truth be told, I used to like being naughty in my panties sometimes even before I met Daddy, and he wasn’t the first guy I knew who thought it was hot.”

                “I can definitely see that!” replied Danny, after letting that settle for just a moment. His mental image of it had his diaper feeling tight again. He briefly reflected how much of an arousal roller coaster ride this experience with Janey had been thus far, and wondered how much further it could go.

                “And…when your…Daddy…has you in these…panties...,” he ventured sheepishly. “…do you ever…you know…go poop?”

                “Of course, silly!” she responded, again laughing. “I guess the rule in those situations changes to ‘when NOT in diapers, do what the diapered do.’ I’m pretty regular, and he can read a clock. He knows what he’s in for.”

                “And…he doesn’t mind…cleaning that up?” asked Danny. “That’s not the same as rolling up a diaper and throwing it away…”

                “Like I said before, he likes when I do it, and is willing to pay the price of cleaning up,” replied Janey. “He sometimes puts me in cloth diapers, too, with pins and plastic pants and all. He calls it ‘baby classic.’”

                “Wow, that’s cool…” responded Danny. “I’ve never tried that…”

“It definitely feels naughtier, like peeing in my clothes,” said Janey. “But I also feel more like a princess with fine cloth swaddling my heinie rather than throw-away padding. I feel the wetness more, and the texture of the wet cotton is…well, let’s just say it rubs me the right way… And to poop in one? Knowing the trouble I’m putting him to? Decadent, oh so decadent… Daddy’s little princess, indeed!”

Danny let this sink in for a moment in silence. The pressure in his bowels was steadily building, but the coffee’s most immediate effect had been on his bladder. Overcoming potty-training was always a bit of a challenge for him and his notable erection from all this diaper-talk made things that much worse, but the intensity of the need and a moment of concentration had a halting trickle started in his diaper that gradually intensified into a hot flood flowing around his balls. He was both naturally relieved to feel the bladder pressure subsiding and glad that he was giving the fresh diaper a good wetting before his imminent bowel movement. He was not sure why, but it always felt strange to him to poop in a dry diaper.

 Janey was watching him and noticed his discomfiture, and with a knowing smile reached her hand down to feel the warmth and expansion of the padding at the front of his diaper. She giggled when her suspicion was confirmed. Unexpectedly, she grabbed his hand and guided his hand to the front of her own diaper, which was also warm and also expanded.

“Beat ya to it!” she chortled, beaming. “Now, where is that poo-poo you promised me?”

“Oh, it’s coming” he responded, red-faced and avoiding her eyes. “But…we were talking about rules?”

“Ah! So we were, before we got distracted,” she replied. “Rule number two is, ‘what happens in your diaper stays in your diaper until Daddy changes you.’ That means I’m not allowed to change myself, and he decides when to change me. If he wants to leave me wet or stinky for hours, he does just that. I can cry about it if it bothers me, but I usually don’t unless it’s really yucky. Luckily I’m not very prone to diaper rash, but if I get it treating it is his problem. It also means that if he waits too long and my diaper leaks, that too is his problem.”

“You…you don’t tell him when you need a change?” replied Danny, trying to work out the implications.

“I do sometimes, if it’s bothering me,’ she responded thoughtfully, “But most of the time, no. It’s up to Daddy to keep tabs on my diaper and change me when necessary. Think about it: a real toddler often doesn’t tell a parent when he or she is wet or stinky, because it is such a normal part of his or her life. We probably spend more time wet than dry when we are small, and every poop we’ve ever taken spends at least some time plastered to our butts. So it is with me. If I start peeing and feel it running down my leg, I do like any toddler would: investigate the odd sensation while finishing my piss. It’s not my fault, it’s Daddy’s for not changing me sooner.”

“Wow! Now that’s being a baby!” exclaimed Danny, trying to imagine what such reckless abandon might be like.

“The only un-toddler-like thing I do is tell him where the puddles are.” She said, smirking. “The rest is up to him.”

“That’s…that’s really amazing..,” said Danny. “He must really love you.”

“Oh, he does,” she replied. “But as I told you, he is also an adult baby at heart, so he gives me the experience that he would want. I do the same for him on the rare occasions the roles are reversed. He would like to do the same for you…”

“Wow,” Danny said again, again blushing and avoiding her eyes. “Are…are there any other rules?”

“One more,” replied Janey, giggling, both at his boyish reaction and at the answer to his question. “But this one is more of a standard toddler rule, and I break it all the time. Daddy scolds me as a good Daddy should, but he doesn’t really mind…”

“What’s the rule?” asked Danny, confused.

“No hands in my diaper,” she responded simply, watching him to observe his uptake of the subtext.

“No hands…? Oh!” responded Danny, just a touch slow. “So you…umm…”

“Play with myself in my diaper?” she replied, finishing his sentence with a red cheeks and a giggle. “Often! You might have noticed I’m a very hungry woman sexually, and…well, many things about being a baby turn me on, and…well, Daddy is a great lover, but he’s only one man, and…dingy’s do get tired…”

This was almost too much for Danny, his manhood was straining hard against the warm soggy padding wrapped around it. His heart was pounding in his ears. Clad only in a diaper and a t-shirt as he was and being so well-endowed, his response was plainly visible to Janey, and she could not resist the temptation to take the tease to another level. She pulled the knee on the side away from him up onto the couch and slid her fingers into the leg gather of her pissy diaper.

“Like this…mmm...,” she said as her fingers found the spot they were looking for. “It’s a no-no, but….I’m just a naughty girl, I guess…”

Her words tapered off and her body wriggled as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her. With her other hand, she slipped her pacifier back in her mouth, and then reached out to grab Danny’s hand. Looking him in the eye the whole time, she continued to gently rub her clitoris, moaning around her binky and squeezing his hand ever harder as her climax built. Her moans suddenly quickened to a sharp cry as her orgasm overcame her. Self-induced orgasms were in general milder than those she had with lovers, but having Danny there sharing the experience had added some intensity. Daddy normally did not let her get so far without getting involved, but she could not deny that masturbation was better with a witness. She thought back to her morning’s dream; what would having a direct lover AND a witness be like?

Danny was flabbergasted by the whole experience. He had never had a woman masturbate in front of him before, let alone to climax. And the way that she shared the experience with him was also unprecedented. What a woman! It had been both a wonderful sharing moment like good sex could be, but it was also exquisite torture; his cock was a bar of iron tenting his diaper so far it was stretching the leg gathers away from his legs. Janey smiled at him as she pulled her hand out of her diaper. Allowing her pacifier to fall away from her lips, she brought the hand she had used up to his face. The smell of her arousal was combined with that of her pee, and he immediately pulled the offending fingers into his mouth so that he might have a taste as well. This had been her intention, and she giggled with delight before clearing her throat.

“I know that was kinda mean, but..,” she said, her voice husky. “…you told me you made stinkies in the morning. Now that we both have finished our coffee, why don’t you walk our cups back into the kitchen and…maybe see what gravity can do?”

Red-faced, Danny stood up and gathered the coffee things. Walking across the room, gravity did indeed interact with the pressure within him; His need to poop was very real and becoming ever more pressing, but he needed to relax for a few moments if he was going to let it happen. Though still quite aroused, so much so that his raging erection was giving him a funny walk, embarrassment was taking it’s toll. The most troubling thing, however, was her interest. He felt her eyes upon him, and he had never pooped in front of anyone before. Arriving at the kitchen counter, though still in full view to Janey from the couch, he set down the coffee things and just stood there for a minute, nervously glancing back her way. She could see his blush and sense his discomfort.

“I’s okay, Danny,” she called to him in baby talk. “Tu’n away. Rea’ li’l boys hide sometimes. Twy to fo’get I here.”

Danny did as he was told. His erection slowly faded as he concentrated on relaxing his sphincter and allowing the pressure in his guts to release. He closed his eyes, and pulled his knees together and bent them slightly, like his cousin Eddie had done that time so long ago. He gave a push and felt the load stretch his sphincter and then pull back, a grunt escaping his lips. A frowny face similar to eddie’s marked a second attempt and…there it was, a big solid mass stretched his sphincter wide open and began a torturously slow slide out of him into the waiting diaper. It was definitely big and very solid, and when the end reached the diaper below it tented it out, which was plainly visible to Janey as she watched him. Stretching out the seat of the diaper to its max, it only grudgingly began to fold over, creating a feeling of back-pressure in his colon as its egress continued.

After what seemed a very long time, he began to pee if only a little. This was usually a sign that he was done, but he pushed a few more times just to be sure. Having used the toilet most of his life, it always struck him as strange the way solid diaper poops did not fall away from his behind as they did on a toilet, but rather remained wedged between his butt cheeks and the diaper; there was less of a feeling of completion. He preferred solid poops like this to softer ones, though honestly he enjoyed anything that wasn’t diarrhea, and the bigger the better. Satisfied that he was done with his business, though a little disappointed that he could not yet smell it, he turned back to Janey with a guilty look on his beet-red face. Janey was all smiles, and patted the spot on the couch beside her where he had been sitting. She was tempted to applaud, but decided she could express her appreciation better when he got back over to her. Slowly, Danny turned and started walking back toward her, his walk definitely a waddle from the huge chunk of poop wedged in his gluteal furrow.

He sat down gingerly, feeling the massive load crush beneath him only slightly. This was the sort of poop he sat on rather than in, and he wiggled just a little in his seat, testing the sensation. Janey, sitting beside him, caught her first whiff of it as it mooshed beneath him and smiled, wrinkling her nose dramatically. Solid loads tended to have a more subtle smell to them, and this was no exception, but it was most definitely stinky .

“Danny is a stinky boy! Danny is a stinky boy!” she said in sing-song tone, mock-teasing him. “I wanna see!”

Hopping up from her seat, she ran into the bedroom, careful not to trip on the disaster and returned seconds later with her diaper bag…

[Sir Stinkypants]

Chapter XVIII: Changing Time

                Janey’s expression was exuberant as she bounded back over to Danny, her diaper bag in hand and her slightly sagging exposed diaper bouncing cutely. Danny, sitting nervously on the couch in his freshly soiled diaper, anticipated his change with a mixture of curiosity, excitement, and trepidation, the last of which had put a notable damper on his degree of arousal. He was nervous and still blushing, and his mouth was dry. Having never shared this ultimate toddler faux pas with anyone, a part of him was still irrationally worried that, despite all of her eagerness and reassurances, her own display of the same deed even, she would react, as most people would, with derision and disgust. Shifting slightly in his seat, he felt the large turd beneath him shift as well, releasing more of its stink and further smearing itself against his backside. This combination of odor and sensation always made him feel little, like he really was a little boy who couldn’t help it and needed assistance.

                 “Change-y time!” declared Janey cheerfully, setting her bag down on the floor in front of the couch and kneeling down beside it. “Wie down, siwwy!”

                Danny awkwardly complied, turning himself and laying back with his head on one of the sofa’s arm rests. Janey reached for the pacifier dangling from his shirt and slipped it into his mouth. She then reached into her bag and produced an oversized plasticized cloth changing mat decorated with cartoon images of baby zoo animals. Danny admired it silently as she unfolded it, yet another bit of wonderful adult baby gear that she seemed to have so much of.

                “Upsie!” she exclaimed in the same joyous baby voice, the cloth positioned in both her hands, ready to shove under him.

                He struggled his stinky butt up off the couch, allowing her to position the mat beneath him. Satisfied that the couch was adequately protected, she caressed his diapered butt as it dangled awkwardly, feeling the big lump there and giggling before motioning him that he should settle back down. He felt that lump shift once more as he brought his behind back down to rest, pushing up on his balls. Again the smell got stronger, and Janey relished the troubled expression in his eyes as he nursed his binky nervously. He really played the part of the toddler in distress admirably; when coupled with his overall look the effect was truly adorable. She kept watching his face while she reached her hands toward the tapes of his diaper with deliberate slowness, increasing the dramatic tension leading up to the moment when his poo would be revealed. The smile on her face was that of a naughty child, and she truly was enjoying every moment.

                Reaching the tapes, she peeled them back with the same exaggerated slowness, as though listening to a drum-roll. Tapes finally free, she continued to intentionally draw out the motion of laying the diaper open, seeing his face turn ever redder, and his eyes avoid hers and finally close. For her, it was, as Daddy often said, like opening a present; a gift from him to her, and she wanted to savor every moment. For him, it was like she was toying with his admittedly irrational fear, and indeed she was. She won both ways. Finally, she could delay no longer, and laying the diaper flat out, the inside of his diaper came into full view. His nervousness had his manhood in its diminutive state, though still quite impressive, but that brown log beneath him was at least as massive as his penis was in its full glory! More than that, it was almost as hard! It was only slightly flattened by having been sat upon, and she could not help but pause for a moment to admire it as the smell hit her full force, her face less than a foot above. They don’t come much prettier than that!

                “Wow!” she said, real awe in her voice. “You make BIG stinkies, mista’!”

                His eyes flashed open and met hers, and saw in them only amusement and wonder. And a certain conspiratorial naughtiness he had come to associate with her often expressed sexual side. She giggled delightedly; this had been worth waiting for! Unseen to Danny, she slipped her phone out of the side pocket of the diaper bag and, bringing it up into view, quickly shot two pictures, one a close up of his soiled crotch, and a wider angle that showed his whole body with his binky-fied face slightly out of focus in the background. Danny let out a gagged yelp in protest as she deftly slipped her phone back into the bag.

                “Don’ wowwy, siwwy!” she said, still smiling conspiratorially. “I won’ pos’ ‘em, jus’ show Daddy whe’ I home! I wan’ Daddy t’see wha’ a cute stinky boy Danny is! I wis’ cam’ra could smell!”

                Without allowing any further time for Danny to speak, she wrapped her hand around his resting member and pulled it directly into her mouth. Gently she began teasing the head with her lips and tongue, feeling it immediately respond by growing larger and harder rapidly. It was a true mouthful in seconds, and in the back of her mind she congratulated herself on her strategy for overcoming his perennial bashfulness once more. In the foreground of her thoughts was her own rapidly growing arousal, which had been simmering all morning and was now coming to a boil. It did not hurt that her face was now mere inches from that truly lovely chunk of poop, and the smell, though more subtle and less nasty than a softer poop such as her own from the night before, was nonetheless quite intense. It was made moreso by his gentle thrusting motions in response to her attentions, squishing his poop beneath him and releasing more of the stink into the air around them.

                Danny for his part was in seventh heaven. Far from being disgusted by his poopy diaper as he had feared, this amazing woman seemed overjoyed, and was expressing that joy with her skilled and eager mouth! She had her face almost in the loaded diaper itself, and was apparently enjoying the experience! She was rewarding his naughty-ness it seemed; to call this ‘mind-blowing’ did not come close to the truth. Just when he thought it couldn’t get better, he felt Janey’s other hand reach up under his diaper and press his poop up into his ass-crack and up under his balls, mooshing it up against him. She then varied the pressure along with the rhythm of her oral stroking of his cock-head, adding another unbelievable sensation and making the poop odor an even greater factor in his sexual sensory experience.

                For Janey, Danny’s disturbed excrement was inches from her nose, and the smell was both nearly overpowering and extremely erotic. If his load had been anything nastier she could not have done this for long, but this one was perfect for it. Danny was sporadically whimpering under her assault, but, as tempting as it was to continue, she wanted more for herself from this encounter than the mouthful of his semen that was imminent if she did not fairly immediately change her tack. So, reluctantly, she slowed and finally stopped her merciless blowjob, withdrawing his massive prick from her mouth and smiling up at him. Danny responded with a binky-gagged wail of disappointment that was positively baby-like. Not that she didn’t have every intention of continuing the pleasuring in a more direct and intimate manner in a just a moment, but his cry was so plaintive it pulled at her heart-strings, like the cry of distress from a real baby boy.

                “Don’ cwy, Danny!” she said, her brows knotted in an expression of profound sympathy.

                Rising to her feet, she swung her bare leg over him and straddled him, having a seat on his abdomen. Her diaper squished between them, warm against his belly. He gave her a funny look, questioning her in silence. She giggled and blushed slightly.

                “Wha’? Cof-fee no make you pee-pee?” she said playfully. “He’e!”

                She reached down and grabbed both his hands in hers, and guided them to the tapes on her diaper.

                “Ki’ty cat wan’ pway!” she said, a pouty expression on her face. “Danny wan’ pway wi’ ki’ty cat?”

                Taking her meaning, Danny pulled the tapes loose, opening her diaper on his tummy. Baby powder still clinging to the skin of her private areas, she rose up out of her diaper, pulling it aside onto the floor. Reaching between her legs, she grasped his big cock and guided it to the entrance of her profoundly wet pussy. She was at least as aroused as he was, but even as ready to receive as she was, taking a penis of that magnitude would always be a challenge. She gasped and whimpered a little as she brought her weight down on it, impaling herself, and in so doing stretching her vagina to the max. As before, the feeling of pressure on her insides, her g-spot especially, was out of this world, but this time she had control of it.

Even her fairly extensive experience had not prepared her for riding such a monster, and it took her some experimenting to establish a comfortable and pleasurable technique and rhythm. If she played it the wrong way, it could hurt. It felt good of course, but she felt a bit awkward at first, and she found herself giggling as she played around with it. Even as self-conscious as Danny was about sex as well as most other things, he wound up giggling along with her, enjoying her inner warmth and slippery texture as she tried this and tried that. It did not take her long to figure it out, however, and once she did she began to ride him with great vigor. She could get used to this! In a way, it was better than it had been when he had fucked her the previous night; she could control exactly how deep and at what angle. And when she worked it just so…oooh!

Feeling a little bolder, Danny reached up for the binky dangling from Janey’s shirt and slipped it into her mouth, which she accepted gladly with a giggle, before somewhat hesitantly reaching up under her shirt to cup her perky breasts. Her rhythm increased as her orgasm built, and it built quickly. Carefully, she got bolder and deeper with her downward thrusts, stoking her fire further. Danny’s behind squished the poop wedged in his butt-crack as he met her thrusts, seeking his own pleasure, and the reek of it added to the naughty thrill for both of them. Janey’s climax struck her like lightning, a low moan escaping her binky-gagged lips as her body tensed up and her rhythm faltered. Danny’s hands shifted to her hips and his upward thrusts intensified, taking up the slack to both help her ride it out and to keep his own pleasure going.

As she came back to herself and she normalized her riding rhythm, she reflected on Danny’s move with gratitude and a bit of admiration. Despite all of his nervous second-guessing of himself, this fellow obviously knew a thing or two about pleasing a lady! If she could truly get him comfortable with her, he would be a lot of fun, indeed! This was nice! Being a baby girl full time, and changing time being both frequent and such an obvious sexual opportunity, it was pretty rare for her to be on top with Daddy. Not that she didn’t adore being taken, but it was nice to do the riding sometimes and she had missed it. And to ride such a cock! Of a stinky boy?! This was nothing short of magnificent! As she felt her excitement building toward another delicious orgasm, it occurred to her that, were he to join their little family as she intended, such a ride would often be available with his diaper changes. And Daddy would be there doing the changing, watching and…encouraging? Taking her himself when Danny was done?

These decadent thoughts combined with the divine physical sensations of Danny’s throbbing manhood inside her and the poopy ambience of Danny’s loaded huggies to drive her over the edge, her climax exploding in her head and loins bright and colorful like a skyrocket. She leaned forward onto Danny’s chest as it rolled through her, again losing her rhythm and biting down on her binky with a strangled cry. Danny’s response was more forceful this time, his right hand clamping down hard on her ass and his upward thrusts pounding wildly into her tingling pussy. Seconds later, before her fog had cleared, he pulled down hard on her hip with his hand while thrusting up with his cock and paused.  An animal growl came from behind his pacifier shield as his massive load of semen erupted up into her like a hydraulic pump, filling all her inner voids and forcing through her cervix. A gagged yet delighted squeal was her response, the sensation was so divine; she had always dearly loved that moment of insemination, but no one she had ever been with had ever filled her with his seed so completely. It felt incredible! Then one more thrust and pause, and then another, and he was done…

[christi]

That was another good chapter, thank you!  Are we going to get anymore or did you run out of steam from lack of audience?

Thank you, even if you decide to end it here it's been a delightful story.  ?

[Sir Stinkypants]

 

8 hours ago, christi said:

That was another good chapter, thank you!  Are we going to get anymore or did you run out of steam from lack of audience?

Thank you, even if you decide to end it here it's been a delightful story.  ?

No, there is more to come. Just been busy!

[christi]

Yay, glad to hear it.  ?

[BabyJessica]

Can’t wait for Danny to meet Daddy!

[Sir Stinkypants]

Happy Independence Day to my fellow Americans! To our British friends, happy anniversary of the treasonous conspiracy of the North American colonies with your perennial enemies, the French!

 

Chapter XIX: Back to Reality

                Janey lay on Danny’s chest for a long moment, catching her breath and feeling his magnificent endowment slowly shrinking inside her. Her vagina was sore and yet singing from the intense stimulation, still full of the bountiful charge of semen corked within. Only as Danny’s erection flagged further did it begin to leak out around it, slowly running down onto his lower belly and balls. What a glorious feeling, she thought, that big cock and that big load! Only by and by did reality come back to her, aided by the naughty noxiousness in the air, emanating from the mega-turd still wedged in Danny’s butt-crack. It reminded her she still had work to do, and so, reluctantly, she began to sit up and gather herself.

As she did so, another sensation in that same bodily region made itself felt, the after-effect of all that pressure on her bladder. Without hesitation, a naughty little smile hidden behind her binky’s face shield, she started pissing. It came down right at the root of his cock ran down around his balls to join with his own urine in the diaper below him. This sensation was totally unexpected to Danny, but definitely pleasing and curiously intimate. In a few seconds she was done, and his butt was warm with her contribution to the wetness beneath him. He was dumbfounded, laying there in his own filth in post-coital reverie. What a woman!

                “Dat wa’ won’ful!” Janey said finally, pulling out her binky and giggling.

“Amazing!” said Danny, clearing his throat and removing his pacifier as well. “Do you…pee…like that…a lot?”

“We’w...,” replied Janey, “I tol’ you I do wha’ da diapee’d do, wi’ o wi’out da diapee. A ding-y squeezy ma in-sides, so…so’times I go… You no like?”

“No! It was nice!” he said quickly. “Just kinda…unexpected…”

“Happens so’times,” she said simply. “Us’ly I otha way ‘round. Dingy come wi’ diapee change wi’ Daddy. Been lon’ time since Janey wa’ on top!”

“Oh…” said Danny thoughtfully, her revelation making sense though he had not thought of that. “Is that why you…you seemed like you had a little…trouble…when we started?”

Janey laughed self-consciously, color showing in her cheeks, as she eased herself up off of him. The flow of excess semen was now unimpeded, and it seemed she would need almost as much wiping as Danny would.

“Neva’ rode a ding-y a’ big a’ you’s,” she said, still giggling. “Had ta fi’ger i’ out!”

“You mean..,” said Danny slowly, “…I’m…bigger…than your Daddy?”

“Mmm-hmm!” said Janey matter-of-factly, as she eased herself down into a kneeling position on the floor and began cleaning him. “Lot bigga’! Danny i’ a BIG boy! Janey neva play’d wi’ such a big boy.”

These words struck Danny like a thunderbolt. He’d been aware he was better endowed than some men, but only having had a few lovers he had had few reviews and little to otherwise compare it with.

“Then…umm..,” said Danny nervously, “You don’t think he’d… well… have a… problem… with that?”

“Hmm…” said Janey thoughtfully, beginning to wipe the mess of their lovemaking off of him. “No, I think he’d wike it wike Janey wike it. Be-cause Janey wike it!”

Danny had his doubts about this, but also had to admit he was out of his depth when attempting to understand how people in open relationships felt about such things. It was fairly clear Janey was not considering leaving Daddy for him, so maybe that was something, but of course he had never entirely understood the significance of penis size to a woman’s pleasure or her calculations. To be a “little,” and yet literally bigger than the “big” in the equation…strange territory, this. It did not help that he had never before pictured having a male caregiver, or being in a scenario quite like the one he was being offered. It also did not help his concentration on these matters that a beautiful woman was now in the process of changing his very soiled diaper, a scenario that had occurred to his thought on numerous occasions.

“Daddy is a pretty confident fellow,” continued Janey, switching to her grown up voice. “And if he is going to invite another rooster into my hen-house, so to speak, why should he not be a big one? If you were watching a porno movie, which would you prefer to see, a big dingy or a small one?”

“Well, I…” stammered Danny, thrown off-balance by the question. “I…I don’t really watch much porn, but…I…I see what you mean…”

“Not to mention..,” she continued, motioning him to lift his hips so she could pull out the messy diaper enough so that his butt was on the clean upper portion of the back. “…he enjoys my pleasure, whether he’s the one giving it to me or another. Wouldn’t it be all the more pleasing to him if it’s more pleasing, at least in that way, to me? Think about it. Oh yeah, and lift your legs so I can get the rest of this poo-poo.”

Danny acquiesced to her request to pick up his legs, and his mind continued to mull over the new revelation as well as all the others. It truly was amazing to have someone else changing him for a change, and he wondered again what having a full-time parent would be like. She continued her wiping of his backside. Finally satisfied with her cleaning job, she pulled the diaper out, silently marveling once more at the giant, perfectly solid turd she was wrapping up for disposal. Reaching into her bag once more, she pulled out one more of Daddy’s gift diapers, unfolded it, and slid it neatly under his behind. She then pulled out the powder and shook out a liberal quantity onto his butt and the back of the new diaper before inviting him to settle his legs back down.

More powder was applied to his front side, and she gently and reverently arranged his glorious dingy, still impressive in its spent state, so that it pointed downward before pulling the front up just under his belly button. Pausing to pull his shirt up for a moment and kiss that inviting navel in the midst of his terribly cute pot belly, she reached for the tapes on the sides of the diaper. Making sure to center them across his body, she attached one and then the other, achieving a pleasingly snug fit.

“Der ya go!” she declared triumphantly, back in baby talk. “Janey tu’n! Janey tu’n.”

Danny struggled up to a seated position, still a bit out of sorts from their romp. He swung his legs over onto the floor and awkwardly stood. Janey rose from her spot on the floor and plunked down on the changing mat. Turning to her as she turned to lie down, Danny saw the mess he had made for the first time. His semen had oozed out all over her inner thighs, which she had tried to keep under her during his change to save his carpet. Glancing down, he could see that even that foresighted strategy had not been entirely successful, but it had only allowed a little to escape.

“Wow!” he said, with a nervous chuckle. “I made a big mess!”

“Yeah, you did!” she responded, giggling. “Hope you make anotha’ real soon! I wis’ Daddy coul’ see, but…it be gone ‘fore I ca’ show him.”

She made a pouty face to go with this last comment, giving Danny a moment of pause, wipe in hand, to consider what he had just heard.

“So…your Daddy… wants to see… I mean… to see my… my cum… all over you?” he ventured in a disbelieving tone.

“Oh, yes!” Janey declared exuberantly. “In-side o’ me, too! He’d wanna kiss me clean, an’ make it betta’! He alway’ wike to kiss me after otha boys… you know…”

Danny felt that he should have been more prepared for this, given the wild nature of so much that Janey had told and shown him, but he found himself reeling once more. What a wild idea! Yet, as he thought about it, he himself had had fantasies that played around with the concept of being cuckolded. The thought of consuming another man’s semen from the vagina of his woman had indeed occurred to him, pleasurably, but to be confronted with the reality was truly something else. He focused his attention on wiping up his mess from her as a bit of a distraction, but he would be a liar of he pretended not to notice the first stirrings of arousal beginning in his fresh diaper. It actually brought to mind another feeling down there, and with slight blush already on his cheeks, he began to drain his bladder. The hot trickling liquid becoming a warm nest of swollen damp padding around his balls combined with the relief of bladder pressure were always a pleasing combination, and momentarily distracted him from the wild concepts that were whirring around his brain.

“You wouldn’t like kissing me down there after Daddy had done his business?” asked Janey, sensing his distraction and returning to her adult voice in an attempt to keep him engaged.

“Well, umm..,” he said nervously, blushing furiously. “I…well…I might like that, now that you mention it…”

                Janey smiled. Her victory complete, she lay back and enjoyed his cleaning attentions. He had to wipe the changing mat also, and remembered the spot on the carpet. Returning to her body, he reached in her bag and pulled out a fresh diaper for her. Sliding it under her freshly cleaned behind, he powdered her heavily, rubbing it into her skin and eliciting a giggle when he got to region around her still very excited vagina. The region was more than a little tender after receiving him, and his semen still oozing out made the area wet no matter how much powder he applied. It could not be helped, he decided, and so he proceeded to pull the diaper up and fasten the tapes. He noted to himself  that diapering someone else, aside from being more fun, was also decidedly easier than diapering himself; he could see what he was doing much better, both while cleaning and while positioning the diaper, and he could also adjust the diaper to fit properly much more easily. Satisfied with his work, he offered Janey his hand and helped her to sit up.

“I ga go soon,” Janey said, a pouty expression coming with her return to baby-talk. “I ga wo’k ta do to-day”

“Yeah, me too,” said Danny with a sigh, knowing that he had better get started, but wondering how he was going to concentrate on it with all that had happened.

“I wis’ I could stay,” she said sadly, “…or that Danny cou’ come ta my house. Danny wan’ come ta my house?”

“Well, I…,” replied Danny hestitatingly. “I…umm…well…can I think about it?”

There was a part of him that wanted to scream ‘YES!’, but he still felt like he had a lot to process. He also had work to accomplish that he was only set up to do here, and he felt strongly that the memories of the last day were going to be enough of a distraction. But it was Friday, if he could only make it through today…

“Shu’ you can, Janey un’stand!” said janey, rising from her seat and easing past Danny toward the bedroom with a little smile flashing at him from her troubled face.

She slipped her pacifier into her mouth to comfort herself as she walked, her sadness at having to go mingling with her worry about how things with Danny were going to work out. She really did like him! And she hated the idea of possibly hurting his feelings through her and Daddy’s selfishness. But the die was cast, and the rest was up to him. Danny followed her into his bedroom, also perturbed and feeling he should somehow reassure her amid his own confusion. As she picked up her romper, left there from the morning, he gently took it from her and invited her to sit on the bed so he could slide it over her feet and up her legs. Beautiful legs, he observed once more as he pulled the garment up under her diaper. He offered her a hand to help her stand once more while the other held the romper, and then neatly pulled it up over her diaper and attached the straps.

“Can I help with your hair?” Danny inquired with a heartbreaking sadness in his voice. “It’s kind of a mess.”

“And whose fault is that?” she responded, giggling mischievously despite her own melancholy. “Okay, if you get my bag.”

Dutifully, Danny complied, returning to the living room momentarily while Janey went into the bathroom to assess the damages. The rat’s nest that greeted her in the mirror prompted a giggle, especially as it went so perfectly with her infantile attire. A little girl who had been playing, and knew nothing yet of vanity. As she undid the bead style pony tail holders, she made like a little girl in another way, this time inside her diaper. In the mirror she saw a little smile of naughtiness combined with relief as a stream of hot urine began to flow around her crotch, warming her whole nether region and expanding the thirsty padding into a bulky warm mass beneath her. Danny had returned with her bag before the last drops were out of her, and as he took up position behind her with her brush, she guided his other hand down to feel the warm bulk between her legs.

“Wow!” he said is real surprise, giggling a little as he felt the evidence of her latest piss. “Again? Already?”

“I ha’ ta go,” she said sheepishly.

“Well…,” he said, matching her sheepish tone, “Me, too, actually…”

“Really?” she replied excitedly, reaching behind her to feel his still-exposed huggies.

Sure enough, his padding was also warm and expanded…expand-ing, actually, he was peeing right now! Their eyes met for a moment and she giggle while he smiled self-consciously. Whatever else might be said, playing with another baby and sharing these potty-pants moments was really quite wonderful! Gently and somewhat awkwardly at first, Danny began brushing out her hair, carefully working out the knots. He was not as good at this as Daddy, Janey reflected, but of course he had much less practice. It was nice nonetheless, and before long he was parting her hair down the middle, and, with a little of her help, pulling it into pigtails on the sides, much as she had been wearing it when she arrived. When all was done, she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of ankle socks and a pair of Keds, sitting downon the bed to allow Danny to put them on and lace them up. Standing up and gathering the rest of her things back into her bag, Danny got the full view of her in the new outfit.

“You…you really are…beautiful…,” he said awkwardly, the sadness of her impending departure rising in him once more.

“Aww! Thank you!” she responded, also feeling the pangs of parting. “You’re cute as a button, yourself!”

“Well…er…that’s what I mean…well…er…you’re both beautiful and cute.” He replied, cursing himself internally for his nervousness. “I’m not half as cute as you…look at you!”

“Oh, I don’t know!” she said, blushing from the compliment. “You look just like a big baby! From your chubby knees to your chubby belly! With your buzz-cut hair and your dimpled cheeks, I could eat you up!” Her smile grew naughtier, “And I will, when next I see you!”

“Well…er…I’m not sure…,” he began feebly.

“Oh, I will see you again, whatever you decide about my house,” she declared, clasping his hand in hers. “That is, unless you don’t want me to…”

“No!” he protested, real fear in his eyes. “That is, yes! I want to see you again!”

“Good!” she said. “Then at least that’s settled. You’ve made me very happy!”

With that, she stepped forward and gave him a kiss. Not a child-like kiss in any way, but a lover’s kiss, long in duration and complete with tongue. It took his breath away, almost literally, and left him speechless when finally she withdrew with a smile.

“I have your number, and I’ll text you in a moment so you’ll have mine,” she said matter-of-factly, knowing she had better get going if either of them were going to accomplish anything today. “Oh, and these are yours, I’ll see about more for next time.”

She pulled out three more of the large boy diapers, all that remained in her bag. Shouldering the bag, she headed for the door.

“I…I’ll miss you…,” Danny called out after her, unsure what else to say.

“Not for long, you won’t!” she called back to him, opening the door with a giggle. “and maybe not at all if you wanna come play at my house!”

With that, the door closed, and she was gone…

 

[christi]

Good chapter, thanks for sharing.  I'm looking forward to finding out what happens next.  ?