ABAlex Posted July 8, 2021 Share Posted July 8, 2021 Fun story! This is very good, especially as a first story. You have some great detail in your writing Link to comment
Sir Stinkypants Posted July 10, 2021 Author Share Posted July 10, 2021 (edited) On 7/8/2021 at 1:26 AM, ABAlex said: Fun story! This is very good, especially as a first story. You have some great detail in your writing Thank you! It pleases me greatly that my work pleases some of the folks on here... and it seems that it does! Nothing is everyone's cup of tea, so it's about the best one can hope for! Chapter XX: Homecoming Danny stood for a long moment in the wake of Janey’s departure, staring at the door. His disappointment at suddenly being without her was profound, and the myriad of thoughts and anxieties surrounding her and the possible futures she had proposed threatened to overwhelm him. What would it be like to join her little family, to share her with her Daddy, to share her Daddy with her? His fears did battle with the undeniably compelling nature of such an invitation, and he felt his manhood again begin to stir in its cozy nest of warm sogginess. From his bedside table in the other room, he heard his phone chirp, indicating a text message. Slowly, he turned and walked toward it, noting in another part of his mind that his diaper was going to need changing soon. A tinge of sadness followed, as he realized that he would have to do that himself. Picking up his phone, he saw that the text was from an unknown number. Opening it, he read [Hi! This is Janey. Here’s my number, as promised. Hope to see you again soon!] His heart fluttered at the last line, possibly more than it should have it seemed to him, and he reflected on just how close he felt to her in so short a time. He went through several possible responses in his mind, settling finally on [Thanks. Already miss you. Hope you have a good day]. Tapping ‘send,’ he waffled between worrying that he had said too much and that he had said too little. What was he, 15? These thoughts continued to whirl about in his head as he poured himself another cup of coffee and sat down at his computer. Janey or no Janey, he had work to get done today, and he was already starting later than was his usual wont. He didn’t have any video meetings today, so he got started still attired in his t-shirt and diaper only, figuring that this fancy diaper would probably hold up until at least mid-morning… Janey too pondered the many feelings she had cascading through her mind as she drove home; feelings about Danny, the excruciating ‘if’ that was his eventual response to her proposal, and, not the least, her impending reunion with Daddy. She knew he would want all of the details, and, she strongly suspected, would want to examine and explore the scene of the crime, so to speak. The ‘scene’ in question was notably sore, the soggy warm padding beneath her rubbing her as she shifted in her seat while driving. This brought a naughty smile, both from the glorious memory of how it got that way and the anticipation of Daddy’s response. As she came to a stoplight, she released a fresh stream of warm goldenness, adding new heat and sensation to the region and prompting another naughty smile. She found herself wishing her windows had a deeper tint so she could get away with driving while sucking on her pacifier. Oh well, she was almost home. Finally, she approached her house and pulled into the driveway. She took a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for the imminent meeting with Daddy, and stepped out of the car. Stepping inside the front door with her bag hanging from her shoulder, she saw Daddy at his computer. Putting a finishing touch on his task at hand, he rose and came over to her, enfolding her in a big hug that he held for a long moment. Out of habit as well as interest, his hand reached down to check her diaper, noticing its substantial sogginess as he gave her a big kiss as well. “Have a good time, did you?” he asked with a naughty grin “Yus!” responded Janey. “Danny i’ a fun boy!” “Is he?” replied Daddy, still smiling wickedly. “How much fun is he?” In response, Janey pulled her phone out of the bag’s side pocket and pulled up the two pictures she had taken of Danny’s poopy diaper change, showing them to Daddy. Daddy took her phone and examined each picture carefully, zooming in and scanning about. “My goodness!” said Daddy with a chuckle. “He made a big stinky, didn’t he? They don’t come much prettier than that! I see what you mean by ‘baby fat”, he’s downright cute! And…well, I can see he isn’t… excited… in these pictures, but…” “He ga’ a BIG dingy, Daddy!” Janey declared, giggling and beaming, confirming Daddy’s observation. “Dat na’ da half of it! Janey never pway’d wi’ so big a dingy!” “Wow, okay!” replied Daddy, also laughing. “And…how did you like his big dingy? “Felt good!” she declared. “Ma’e ma ki’ty-cat kinda so’e, tho…” “I can imagine!” said Daddy, laughing again. “Too sore for Daddy? Looks to me like that diapee needs a’changin’, little girl…” “No! Neva’ too so’e fo Da’dy!” she protested, her features contorting into a pout. “Da’dy know betta den dat! Maybe he cou’ kiss it a’ make it betta’ fi’st, tho…” “Mmm..,” said Daddy with a grin, releasing his hug and leading her by the hand toward the baby room. “Well, since you’ve been such a good girl…” “Janey wa’ a good girl!” she exclaimed. “Twice! And one mo’ in he’ mouth!” “Twice!” remarked Daddy with a chuckle, boosting her up onto the changing table and laying her down. “In twelve hours? No wonder Janey is sore! And once in her mouth? You must have worn that poor fellow out!” “He di’n’t mind,” she said with mock defensiveness, giggling as Daddy slipped her pacifier into her mouth. His cock already straining against his pants, Daddy unsnapped the crotch of her romper, shoving the garment up around her mid-section. He then reached for and tore loose the tapes holding Janey’s diaper on and pulled the front down flat. Her eyes were upon him as he gazed upon her exposed vagina, so recently defiled by another and now resting above the pissy padding. Still evident in the middle of diaper’s crotch was a small patch of creamy whiteness that could only be the “young” man’s semen. They could both smell her pungent urine, as well as her very aroused womanhood, and without any further delay or preparation he dove in. Very gently he began to lick her outer labia, savoring the tanginess of her arousal as well as the bitter earthiness of her pee. His tongue delved in a little further, feeling her body respond to this with a mixture of familiar pleasure and a new aching pain. Withdrawing his tongue for a moment, a little disappointed that she retained only a slight taste of the man who’d come before, he turned his attention to the stain in the diaper, giving it a thorough tongue-inspection and coming away with just a little of the unmistakable savor of another man mixed with her golden effluence. Returning his attention to her hungry pussy, he delved in somewhat deeper, though still gently, exploring her as far as his tongue would go before settling ever so gently on her clitoris. She writhed and moaned around her binky, for, while she truly was sore, his feathery butterfly kisses on her oh so sensitive little button were both divine and a torturous tease. She felt her energies rising to the occasion, but painfully slowly, and she kept bucking her hips upward in vain attempts to get more pressure. She whined in frustration, but Daddy knew his business and kept his touch light until… until… oooh! Her climax was both subtle and profound, causing her aching insides to shift in a glorious combination of pleasure and pain that was beyond her experience. It was a friendly and laid back sort of orgasm, welcome after the intensity of the last day’s lightning strikes, and she reveled in the difference. In her post orgasmic haze, she was surprised by the tug on her hips pulling her toward the edge of the table, Daddy’s strong familiar hands draping her knees over his shoulders and his beloved, oh so friendly penis sliding oh so gently into her burning depths. She gasped in combined pain and pleasure as his member filled her up and gently began to stroke in and out of her. Daddy could smell Danny’s sweat on her, a small recompense for having missed directly sampling his semen from within her. For him, there had always been something about taking a woman who had just had another man, was “soiled” as it were, that brought out the devil in him, and he had to keep reminding himself to take it easy on her savaged vagina. Janey could feel the tension of his powerful arousal being held in check to provide her with this kinder, gentler experience, and somehow it made the whole thing sweeter. Orgasm number two built slowly but surely as Daddy slowly skillfully delved inside of her, mindful of her pain. The waves of pleasure and pain started to combine, as they often did in other circumstances, and as she approached climax she noticed Daddy’s attentions getting bolder and rougher, his excitement getting the better of him. She moaned gutturally from behind her face shield, her pleasure cresting, and, as if in direct response, she felt Daddy’s grip on her hips tighten. Driving himself in as far as he could go, he growled like an animal as his cock let loose an uncommonly generous torrent of semen into her depths… Both sexually and physically spent, Daddy stood there for a moment, leaning on the table and catching his breath. Still connected to Janey by his flagging cock, he felt her stretch her back languidly, the pressure on her legs and hips gently dislodging him. Coming back to reality, he reached for the box of wipes beneath the table and began to clean her, the familiar ritual aiding in his grounding. He saw her squirm as he cleaned her pussy, and wondered about how having a boy as big as Danny around might really work out. There could be no doubt that he would find watching her take a big cock would be a massive turn on, not to mention playing with one himself, but if it would always make her this sore... As if sensing his thoughts, Janey looked over at him and smiled, pulling out her binky. “Don’ wowwy, Daddy!” she said, her voice still husky. “Janey get used to it! B’sides, Daddy’s ding-y a’ways good in Janey’s mouth … o’ he’ heinie …” Edited August 2, 2021 by Sir Stinkypants Tweaked some details 1 Link to comment
toddwr250r Posted July 12, 2021 Share Posted July 12, 2021 Ok, just discovered this one yesterday, and having caught up now, MORE MORE MORE!! Ala Billy Idol, lol. Very well written! Good imagery without being wordy. I encourage further works! Link to comment
Sir Stinkypants Posted July 12, 2021 Author Share Posted July 12, 2021 6 hours ago, toddwr250r said: Ok, just discovered this one yesterday, and having caught up now, MORE MORE MORE!! Ala Billy Idol, lol. Very well written! Good imagery without being wordy. I encourage further works! Keep your huggies on, There will be more! And you won’t need to rebel yell to get it, though you can cry and whine a little if you want to... Thank you kindly for the praise, and the encouragement! Link to comment
christi Posted July 16, 2021 Share Posted July 16, 2021 Well done, thanks for sharing! ? Link to comment
Sir Stinkypants Posted August 2, 2021 Author Share Posted August 2, 2021 Greetings, friends! Again, apologies for the long delay, I hope you find it to be worth the wait! Please note that I have just made a couple of minor adjustments to the previous chapter, you may wish to take another look It may please some readers to know that I write these chapters diapered, and more often than not they are full of poop! My DD handle is NOT merely wishful! Anyway, enjoy! Chapter XXI: Back In Baby’s Arms Janey laid back and sucked on her binky while Daddy cleaned her up and prepared her new diaper. Her time with Danny had been such an emotional and physical roller-coaster ride; it had been glorious, the thought of regret did not even cross her mind, but it was definitely good to be home. There was something indescribably comforting about having him take care of her needs as he always did, big girl and little. She had been such a naughty girl by the reckoning of most, even herself, and yet here he was reassuring her that she was the bestest girl in the world. By and by he powdered her heinie heavily, gently rubbing it into her skin, and slid a fresh clean clothie under her. He added a single birdseye cotton baby diaper as a liner as he often did, knowing that the finer weave made for a more pleasing texture. He then pinned it up, nice and snug, and slid a pair of pink plastic panties up her shapely legs. Finally, he pulled her romper down over her hips and snapped up the crotch. Offering her his hands, he helped her sit up and then stand up. He then took her by the hand, and led her back out into the living room. The thick cotton pre-fold wedged between her thighs made her waddle a little like it always did, and the change in gravity on standing was not without effect on her body. Before she had taken two steps hot urine was flowing freely between her legs, warming the cotton pillow and changing its texture. She always felt more like a little princess peeing in cloth, and also naughtier; it was more like she was simply peeing in her clothes, and there was also the knowledge of the trouble she was putting Daddy to. She knew that to him it was a labor of love, and that he enjoyed the old-fashioned charm of this more traditional form of diapering, but she also knew that managing and cleaning clothies was a real chore compared to disposables. Daddy’s little princess indeed! Sitting her down at her desk so that she could start her computer in preparation to begin work, he walked into the kitchen and retrieved a cup of yogurt from the refrigerator, a banana from the bowl on the counter, a bib from the cupboard, and a spoon from the silverware drawer. Returning to her desk as the computer was finishing its boot-up cycle, he took her hand once more, indicating that she should stand up. A questioning look flashed up at him over her binky, but she complied, allowing him to sit down in her chair and pull her onto his lap. As she opened her browser and directed it to the proper page to begin her work, he deftly tied the bib around her neck. Then he opened the yogurt and dipped in the spoon. Kissing her cheek, he pulled the pacifier out of her mouth, surprising her with the fact that she still had it, and offered her a spoonful of the yogurt. She obediently opened her mouth, noticing for the first time that the spoon was small, pink, and plastic, in the shape of a little airplane. Mmm! Strawberry! Her favorite! Daddy continued to spoon-feed her the yogurt as she got into her day’s work, playfully swooping in the little airplane over and over again. Little bits of the yogurt wound up on her face, and a little on her bib. They had done feeding like this before, and she was always amazed how she could so easily concentrate on her work while letting Daddy worry about feeding her. It made her feel very much the baby, liberating in a way similar to being diapered. She didn’t even have to think about whether the food made it into her mouth, and could simply whine if she wanted more or preferred something different. It was also very intimate and emotionally satisfying, another highly endearing labor of love that made her feel very close to him. Dancing around the edges of this, as always, was the pixie of sexual desire. She was after all sitting on his lap, in a damp cloth diaper, with him being so sweet and attentive to her needs… Finally, the yogurt was gone, and Daddy was gently peeling the banana. Offering her the peeled end, she playfully took it into her mouth, sliding her mouth down its length as she had done so many times with his penis. Her eyes flashed to his as she parodied the stroking motion of fellatio for a moment before withdrawing with a giggle. He laughed also, knowing that it was only partially a joke. Recovering her composure, she again allowed him to feed it to her, this time taking a bite like a good little girl while returning her attention to her work. He continued to feed her until the banana was gone, at which time he had her rise once more so he could extricate himself from her chair and carry the empty yogurt cup and banana peel into the kitchen. She settled back into the chair, continuing her work, and he returned a moment later with a wet wipe and a sport bottle (their adult-sized version of a sippy cup) filled with juice. Carefully he cleaned her face with the wipe and removed the bib, replacing her binky in her mouth before returning to his own work. The rest of the morning proceeded in a normal manner, at least normal for them. At lunch time, Daddy took a break and prepared them both tuna fish sandwiches. He served Janey hers at her desk, knowing that the morning’s late start meant that she had to keep working if she was to avoid working late into the evening. Distracted as she was by her day’s activities, she was only passingly aware of the handful of times she released fresh warm pee into the cotton swaddling beneath her. It was often this way when she was working; being freed of the need to interrupt her work with bathroom breaks was one of the few practical advantages of wearing diapers, a fact that flashed across her mind momentarily when she noticed Daddy running off to the potty. As the afternoon wore on, however, another need began to build in her belly, one that, despite being diapered, was going to demand a bit more of her attention. For one thing, she had always found it difficult to poop while sitting down, though she knew that actual toddler girls did it all the time in their car seats. For a while, she just continued her work, the growing need within her but one of many things on her mind. By and by, however, the need grew more pressing and ever more distracting. Still engrossed and wanting to get finished in a reasonable time, she simply stood up, her wheeled office chair rolling away behind her as she continued focusing on her screen. Leaning against her desk, she “assumed the position,” bent over the desk slightly with her knees bent and her knees drawn together. She willed herself to relax, and started gently pushing. A few quiet grunts filtered out around her pacifier’s face shield. Agonizingly slowly, an unusually thick and very solid turd began to inch its way through her sphincter, tenting out the seat of her semi-soggy diaper. It seemed to go on forever, filling the seat of the diaper and producing back pressure on her bowels as it very grudgingly folded into the available space. The change in her positon did not go unnoticed by Daddy at his desk next to her, and he smiled as he turned his attention to her. The events in her pants were unusually and charmingly on display, and he found the growing lump on her rear both fascinating and arousing. Janey was still focused on her work as she stood there, the distraction aiding her in letting her poop happen. She was intentionally avoiding looking over at Daddy, so she did not see him staring at her with a devious smile on his face. There was always something deeply embarrassing about being caught in the act, no matter how much soiling herself in this manner was expected or even required by their arrangement. She wondered if this was not instinctual; she had seen actual toddlers, their use of their diapers known and accepted by everyone who knew them, nonetheless find somewhere to hide when they were doing a poo. “Are you making fudge, little girl?” came Daddy’s amused voice in a mock-accusing tone, breaking into her thoughts and causing her face to turn beet red. Her eyes flashed to his, and her spincter clenched momentarily in surprise. Sheepishly, she turned her eyes away from him and nodded her head nervously. “Mmm-hmm,” she replied softly around her binky, still looking away. She was not done, however; her spincter had clenched down on a turd in mid-egress, and she quickly returned her attention to her work while she pushed in an attempt to start it moving again. Knowing Daddy’s eyes were upon her made it more difficult, but her need was real and her insides slowly cooperated, resuming the slow slide of thick poop into her diaper. Daddy chuckled at her discomfiture; it really was a very cute and toddler-like response. He continued to enjoy watching her as she finished her bowel movement, signaling its completion by retrieving her chair and settling herself down into it. He greatly enjoyed her reaction as she squished down onto the load beneath her, wriggling her heinie to get comfortable with the mass of “fudge” wedged between her butt cheeks. Returning to his own work, Daddy caught his first whiff of her deed several minutes later. The stink, relatively mild as it was by fecal standards, nonetheless gradually became a presence in the room as the evening approached. Around 5pm Daddy finished his work, leaned back in his chair, and stretched his arms. Janey too was coming to the end of her marathon, satisfied that she had caught up enough to make up for her late start and ready to begin the weekend. She too leaned back in her chair in a languorous stretch, feeling poop beneath her shift and moosh and catching a fresh whiff. She wrinkled her nose and giggled, allowing her binky to fall from her lips. “Janey a stinky girl, Daddy,” she said matter-of-factly. “Yes, she is,” agreed Daddy with a smile. “Is Janey ready for a change?” “Mmm-hmm,” she replied, yawning, Daddy stood up, offering Janey his hand and helping her to her feet. He then led her into the baby room and over to the changing table. Grabbing her hips, he hopped her up on the table and laid her down. He reached down and unsnapped the crotch of her romper, baring the plastic panties encasing her very soggy and very soiled cotton diaper. He grabbed the waistband of the plastic panties and pulled them down around her feet. He then unpinned the diaper and pulled the front down flat, revealing all of her day’s filth. There, cradled in a golden soggy nest was a big mass of dark brown solid poop, still largely in the snake-like form it had when it pushed its way out of her and only slightly squished from being sat upon. Only a barest minimum of brown slime remained on her skin, and it was clear that much of it had remained wedged in her ass crack. As Daddy pulled out the wipes and considered for a moment how best to approach his task, Janey suddenly piped up. “Oooh! Oooh! Wait!” she said excitedly. “Get my phone! We should take a picture for Danny!” Liking this idea, and already excited, he went out into the living room, returning a moment later with her phone. Opening the camera app, he framed the picture, pausing for a moment to offer Janey her binky before framing the shot and taking several pictures. Excitedly, Janey reached for her phone and checked out the pictures, before opening her messaging app and pulling up Danny. She then sent the picture, adding the message [Wish you were here!]… Link to comment
Sir Stinkypants Posted August 28, 2021 Author Share Posted August 28, 2021 Chapter XXII: A Lonely Day for Danny Danny struggled to focus on his work throughout the morning, memories of Janey and their night and morning together periodically breaking into his thoughts. Thoughts and fantasies about the possibilities of her proposal also. He had no online meetings scheduled for the day, and had elected to remain as Janey had left him in only his t-shirt and diaper. He could not help but marvel at these diapers; he had peed twice more throughout the morning, and not just a little, and yet this one was still not saturated. It was also irrationally pleasing to him how babyish it was in design and decoration, and how cute it made him feel when he allowed himself to glance down at himself. And of course it reminded him of Janey putting it on him… and her changing the one before… and her Daddy who had donated it… and… Despite these monumental distractions, he soldiered on, making at least minimal progress on his various tasks until, around noon, he took a break to fix himself a sandwich. Walking into the kitchen, he noticed the mass of swollen soggy padding at his diaper’s crotch swinging and jiggling as he walked. This pleased him more than he felt like it should; he remembered seeing his nephews running around in just their shirts and diapers, and seeing the soggy ones move just the same way. The single large tapes made these hang just the same way, as opposed to the double or triple tapes used on medical diapers. It all conspired to make him feel more like the toddler alter-ego he had for himself, and, without fully reasoning his action, he grabbed the pacifier dangling from his shirt and slipped it into his mouth. He knew he needed a change, but decided to make his sandwich first, humming a little tune around his binky while he spread mayonnaise and stacked meat and cheese. Only as he was finishing up his simple culinary creation did he realize he was humming the morning bugle call from “Castle In the Sky.” Removing his pacifier, he stood at the kitchen counter and munched on his sandwich. The memories and fantasies he had been pushing away all day washed over him. He could feel his cock awakening as memories of Janey as the stinky little girl morphed into Janey the very adult lover, combining with fantasies of being a toddler boy himself with someone to look after him, and sharing that amazing woman with another man and… playing with that other man? He found himself wondering what her Daddy looked like. What would it be like to share Janey with him? The idea was intensely erotic, but could he really handle it emotionally? What would it be like to…to be with a man? He had had fantasies that went that way, powerfully arousing fantasies if he were being honest with himself, but would it be as good in reality? Were these things merely turn-ons because they were forbidden fruit, or was there something more to it? Sexual fantasies always lacked personal and emotional context, the characters were always abstractions rather than people; could such fantasies survive the transition into reality? How could he know? Unless… Unless… Having finished his sandwich, and with his massive member tenting out his very soggy diaper, he headed to the bathroom. He needed a change, and he felt that a quick shower would do him good. Spreading out a disposable pad on the bathroom floor, he took a seat upon it, his back to the closed door. Untaping his diaper, he released his raging member. Pulling out a wipe, he wrapped his penis in it and began to stroke it gently. It was still somewhat sore from its recent exercise, but the thoughts and memories circulating around his head had him so excited that he felt that some release was in order. In his mind he shifted from memories of Janey’s cute clothes and hair to her messy diaper to her divine naked body to fantasies of watching her Daddy take her to vague imaginings of her Daddy taking him… it did not take long before his cock was shooting jets of semen into the waiting wipe, an event that was both a welcome release and also a bit painful. Now for a shower. Standing up out of the opened diaper, he stepped into the tub, then turned around and rolled up the diaper, taping it around itself for disposal. This was his normal morning ritual, though the diaper was typically full of poop and he enjoyed smelling it and feeling it under him while he did his business. Poop was, of course, not his favorite smell, but he had always found it strangely erotic in this context; a visceral olfactory reminder of both his naughtiness as a big boy and his wholehearted embrace of his infantile persona. He had found Janey as a stinky girl highly arousing, moreso even than she was as a woman, and he had found the presence of his own poop in the midst of their morning games another additional turn-on. Janey had appeared to take extra pleasure from both situations also. He reflected on this, as the water ran and the soap scrubbed his body clean, and wondered if Daddy had this peculiar appreciation of feces also. He did volunteer to look after her diapers, so chances were good… Stepping out of the shower and toweling himself off, he scooped up his wet diaper on his way out into the bedroom. Pulling out a large black plastic bag from under his bedside table, he dropped the diaper into it. He also picked up and placed Janey’s diaper from the previous night, still sitting on the corner of the bed. He caught a distinct whiff of it when he was handling it, and it brought a smile as well as a grimace. What a lady! What a little girl! Gathering up an ensemble of clean clothes, he laid them out on the bed. Still naked, but alone, he walked out into the living room and grabbed the diapers Janey had left him from the couch, as well as their used diapers from the morning to add to his trash bag. Laying out one of the wondrous diapers on the bed, he added a good amount of powder before he had a seat in the middle. Having a chance to fully examine the diaper, he was even more impressed with it; it was basically just like pampers or huggies except significantly larger, complete with standing leg guards and elastic waist, not to mention the cute infantile little bears on the real landing strip. Lying back, he centered the back and front as best he could and taped himself up, noting as he did so how much easier this was to do on someone else. Easier still to let someone else do it! He then pulled on his fresh clothes, this time including pants, though these had an elastic waistband and he just pulled them up over the diaper. As he headed back to his couch and laptop to continue his day’s work, his mind again wandered among the concepts his time with Janey had introduced. As earlier, so many naughty ideas made it terribly to concentrate on the mundane tasks at hand, but he struggled on through the afternoon somehow. At about 2:30 he momentarily shifted his attention to the growing pressure in his bladder, relaxing until a slight trickle of warm urine began to flow into the padding beneath him. It quickly became a healthy stream of heat, pooling around his balls and under his behind. Always a pleasing sensation, the moreso with a diaper like this that he was absolutely sure could handle it. He felt his member slowly coming to life as the sensation met the wild ideas running around in his head, and he had to really concentrate to return his mind to his work. Despite his difficulties remaining focused, he at last could see light at the end of the tunnel as five o’clock approached. Finally he reached a stopping point, and he closed his laptop and allowed himself to relax. With this relaxation came another stream of hot piss in the confines his diapered crotch. With that warmth came a flood of the memories and fantasies that he had held at bay all day, and his manhood began to stir in response. What to do about that situation was a question that continually cycled through his mind along with the images of Janey, and her amazing proposal. All of a sudden, his reverie was interrupted by a chirp from his phone, indicating a new text message. Momentarily annoyed by the interruption, he reached over and grabbed the offending device from the end table and checked his notifications. His slight annoyance evaporated when he saw the text was from Janey, and he eagerly opened the text. Oh! A photo! And…wow! There before his eyes was a picture of Janey laying on her back, pacifier in mouth, looking at the camera in an apparent giggle. The jumper he had dressed her in that morning was unsnapped at the crotch and pushed up around her belly. Her diaper, apparently changed to a clothie at some point, was laid open, and her naked vagina was on full display. The white cotton of the diaper was a distinct yellow in the middle from her urine, and in the middle of this golden center was a large chunk of dark brown solid poop. Traces of the poop’s previous resting place in her gluteal furrow was evident on her butt. He remembered Janey’s comment of that morning, that it was too bad you couldn’t smell through the phone… Perhaps wildest of all was the obvious truth that this was not a selfie; Daddy must have taken it, knowing it was for him?! Danny stared at the picture for a few moments, in awe, before realizing there was also text [Wish you were here!]. Dumbfounded as he was, the thought that followed was clear. Pulling himself together, he typed out his response: [I wish I was there, too!]. 2 Link to comment
BabyJessica Posted August 28, 2021 Share Posted August 28, 2021 This is brilliant writing. I’ve been following and enjoying this story from the start, but this chapter spoke to me differently. Your description of Danny’s mindset — would being with Daddy be as fulfilling as he imagined it could be abstractly? — matches perfectly many feelings I’ve had over the years. I hope Danny is braver than I’ve been and allows himself to let go and be Daddy’s baby and Janey’s little brother. I wish I’d done the same with Daddies of my past! 1 Link to comment
Sir Stinkypants Posted August 28, 2021 Author Share Posted August 28, 2021 2 hours ago, BabyJessica said: This is brilliant writing. I’ve been following and enjoying this story from the start, but this chapter spoke to me differently. Your description of Danny’s mindset — would being with Daddy be as fulfilling as he imagined it could be abstractly? — matches perfectly many feelings I’ve had over the years. I hope Danny is braver than I’ve been and allows himself to let go and be Daddy’s baby and Janey’s little brother. I wish I’d done the same with Daddies of my past! Thanks muchly for the praise, I do what I can! I appreciate the thought shown in your comment, as well. There is always a danger when attempting to bridge the divide between fantasy, particularly sexual fantasy, and reality. What is arousing in the abstract can have all sorts of hidden emotional pitfalls when the people involved become real people rather than fantastical characters. I am a fan of some fairly wild fantasies, indeed this story is based on a favorite of years, but I myself wonder how I would fare if offered some of the details in real life. I find that I would like to find out, about some of them, at least, but only a fool would not see the dangers. It may interest you to know that I am Daddy in the original pure fantasy version of this tale, but of course as I write this I am forced into the place of both Janey and Danny as well. It’s interesting how the story is evolving, how much the same and yet how different than my initial concept... Link to comment
BabyJessica Posted August 29, 2021 Share Posted August 29, 2021 1 hour ago, Sir Stinkypants said: Thanks muchly for the praise, I do what I can! I appreciate the thought shown in your comment, as well. There is always a danger when attempting to bridge the divide between fantasy, particularly sexual fantasy, and reality. What is arousing in the abstract can have all sorts of hidden emotional pitfalls when the people involved become real people rather than fantastical characters. I am a fan of some fairly wild fantasies, indeed this story is based on a favorite of years, but I myself wonder how I would fare if offered some of the details in real life. I find that I would like to find out, about some of them, at least, but only a fool would not see the dangers. It may interest you to know that I am Daddy in the original pure fantasy version of this tale, but of course as I write this I am forced into the place of both Janey and Danny as well. It’s interesting how the story is evolving, how much the same and yet how different than my initial concept... I so appreciate your reply. And I think you hit the nail on the head, both in the story and your reply here. There is plenty I dream about doing with my fantasy Daddy, and yet, anytime I have played with a Daddy, even just the slightest hint of anything sexual has terrified me and caused me to stop things from progressing. But in my dreams, as I lay in bed humping my teddy bear in my wet diaper, I find myself wishing my Daddy would have me suck his dick, hump his leg in a messy diaper, and, sometimes, that he would take me all together by pulling aside the leg gather of my diaper. But in times past, even a Daddy with a shirt off has scared me. Fantasy and reality can be very different. And we can still want our fantasies, even if we’re a little too wimpy to let ourselves experience them in real life. Here’s hoping that one day I’ll be brave enough! Please, keep writing and helping us to live vicariously through your characters. And thank you so much! Link to comment
christi Posted August 29, 2021 Share Posted August 29, 2021 I've been along for the entire ride and that was an excellent update. The conversation it's generated is also quite good. Thanks for sharing! Link to comment
Sir Stinkypants Posted August 31, 2021 Author Share Posted August 31, 2021 Chapter XXIII: A Welcome Interruption Daddy’s deft and skillful tongue was deeply engaged in exploring Janey’s wanton pussy by the time her phone chimed with Danny’s response to her text, and her building orgasm overrode her curiosity in that moment. For Daddy’s part, the musky tanginess of her arousal combined with the bitter taste and smell of the pee clinging to her and the mild but nonetheless potent stink of the large butt-mashed turd mere inches from his nostrils had a throbbing bar of iron raging in his pants. Her eager vocal and bodily responses to his oral attentions as she ascended to the peak of pleasure were at least as arousing, and this first direct interjection of Danny into their lovemaking, while icing on the cake, did not inspire him to interrupt his assault. His efforts were rewarded mere moments later with a louder and more sustained binky-gagged moan, coinciding with the tensing of Janey’s entire body, her legs squeezing around his head like a vice as her violent climax ripped through her. As she gradually relaxed into the afterglow, he stood up and loosened his belt, dropping his confining trousers to the floor at his feet and revealing his engorged manhood in all its glory. Pulling off his t-shirt in a quick motion, he grabbed her by her hips and slid her towards the edge of the changing table, careful to ball up the diaper with its stinky cargo so that it was pressed between them. Without further ado, he placed his cock at the gates of her warm wetness with one hand, and, replacing that hand on her other hip, pulled her onto him. She gasped around her pacifier and arched her back as his manhood filled her depths, cooing softly as he slowly began to stroke in and out. He kept it slow despite his ferocious desire stoked by their dirty diaper foreplay, reveling in the sensation of being inside her and treasuring the tortured responses of her deliciously excited body as she greedily sought for more intense stimulation. “So,” he said teasingly after a few moments. “What did your new boyfriend have to say?” Janey giggled around her binky, and reached for her phone. Opening the text, she giggled again. She reached up and pulled out the pacifier. “Weww...,” she said in baby-talk, interrupted now and then by an inarticulate sound of pleasure as Daddy continued his slow stroking. “Whe’ I sen’ da pi’ture, I say ‘wis’ you wewe he’e.’ He say he wis’ he wa’ he’e, too!” “Oh, did he?” replied Daddy, chuckling, still slowly working in and out of her. “Well, don't you think you should invite him, then?” “Hmm…” said Janey, considering her response despite the very pleasing sexual distraction. After a moment, she began typing, giggling to herself as she did so. Daddy noticed she was typing a fairly long response, and wondered what she was saying. By and by she finished typing, and, with a naughty grin, pointed the phone at Daddy and snapped a picture. Satisfied, she hit send, and then handed Daddy her phone before laying back and slipping her binky back in her mouth, the naughty smile still visible behind the shield. Looking at the text screen on the phone, he read [Well, why don’t you come over, silly? 5401 Cheswick St.]. A second text bubble said [Daddy is taking good care of Janey, but Janey misses Danny ! If Danny were here, we could have played first…]. Following the texts was the picture, clearly showing Daddy with his bare chest and bemused expression, very clearly joined to her in sexual congress. “Wow!” said Daddy, laughing. “I hope you know what you’re doing, little girl!” “Me, too!” came Janey’s giggly, binky-garbled response. Putting the phone aside, Daddy added some more tempo and gumption to his thrusts, and Janey’s vocal appreciation and physical writhing increased accordingly. Janey had stars to see and Daddy had a load to deliver, and as glorious a thing as patience can be, it was time to get down to some real fucking… 1 Link to comment
christi Posted September 1, 2021 Share Posted September 1, 2021 I'm delighted to get a new chapter this quick, yay!!! It was short but very good and full scene. On a side note, is it me or are sexy ABDL stories a little rare? Thanks again and I look forward to the next installment. Link to comment
Sir Stinkypants Posted September 2, 2021 Author Share Posted September 2, 2021 3 hours ago, christi said: I'm delighted to get a new chapter this quick, yay!!! It was short but very good and full scene. On a side note, is it me or are sexy ABDL stories a little rare? Thanks again and I look forward to the next installment. Welcome, you are! Thanks for the encouragement! Yes, I too have found “pamper porn” to be rare, which is why I decided to write some! I couldn’t imagine that I am the only person in the world who finds diapers and other infantile accoutrements to be both emotionally satisfying and sexually arousing... Lots of evidence here on DD forums that Indeed I am not alone in this, but a shortage of stories that cater to such... sad, really... Link to comment
Sir Stinkypants Posted September 4, 2021 Author Share Posted September 4, 2021 Greetings, friends! Sir Stinkypants here, writing this chapter as I have many others, quite literally with stinky pants! Nothing like a loaded diaper for inspiration, I always say! As I've stated before, please do feel free to comment, ask questions, etc.! I have greatly enjoyed some recent comments, and you will find me responsive... Without further ado... Chapter XXIV: Decisions, Decisions For Danny in his lonely apartment, it seemed an eternity since he had sent his text response to Janey’s provocative text and picture. The memories, thoughts, and fantastical visions of her and her strange offer that had been troubling him all day threatened to overwhelm him, and he kept pulling up the picture again and again, zooming in on the details and imagining her there before him in that state. His “dingy,” formerly resting happily in its warm damp nest, was now quite wide awake, and even this Cadillac of diapers was feeling more than a little restrictive. More than merely aroused, he felt nervous and agitated; the agonizing predicament of his indecision having suddenly been ramped up to a fever pitch by a few words from Janey and that mesmerizing photograph. Again without fully thinking out what he was doing, his nervous hands grabbed ahold of his pacifier so conveniently dangling from his shirt and pulled it into his mouth. Only after he had been rather actively sucking on it for a few minutes did it occur to him that he had latched onto it seeking comfort in his distress, just like a real little boy might. He had to admit that it did help, if only a little, and he certainly had no immediate plans to spit it back out… What was he afraid of exactly? He certainly wanted to spend time with Janey again, to play more games surely, both infantile and adult. The fact that she had another man in her life with whom she played both kinds of such games, while it did trouble him somewhat on a competitive level, it did not it seemed prevent her from having a real interest in him. He had read about such relationships online, what some were now calling ENM, “Ethical Non-Monogamy,” and while he had always found the idea to be quite erotic in concept, he had never imagined that he would ever be involved with anyone so bold as to live that life. No, Daddy’s existence as a fixture in Janey’s life did not prevent him from wanting and even intending to be with Janey. As far as becoming involved with Daddy and their life together, that is surely where things got really complicated. Having him as a caregiver, a “Daddy” for him as well, was he had to admit a very appealing concept. To be Janey’s “partner in crime” in being a big baby was an amazing idea, no way around that. But to directly witness the two of them making love? It was a remarkably arousing fantasy, indeed he had always wondered what “sharing” a woman with another man might be like, but would he find the reality as compelling? Or would it, as he feared, prompt feelings of jealousy, or inadequacy, or other negative emotions unlooked for? As for being with Daddy himself in a sexual sense, the forbidden homosexual rubicon, an even more intense feeling of doubt surrounded that notion like a dark cloud. While he had always had curiosities that went that way, highly erotic fantasies as well, like most men he had a lifetime of societal conditioning that said that a “manly” man does not do such things. He had always wondered if his fantasies that went that way were as compelling as they were because it was so clearly a social taboo in his culture, or whether it really was a latent desire within him that was urging him to set it free. Looking back at a few particular friendships in his past, he seriously wondered if, had the mores been different, these relationships might have come to include a sexual component. Thinking back on two in particular, he had to admit that he regretted never having found out, save that in trying he might have lost good friends. Time and the unfolding of their different lives had more or less cost him these friendships anyway, was it true what some said, that it is better to regret what you have done than to regret what you haven’t? His shy nature tended toward the latter, was it a mistake that he didn’t more often throw caution to the wind? As he pondered these questions, doubts, and memories, he found himself wondering about Daddy. What did he look like? What kind of man was he? Would he be the sort he could feel comfortable exploring these things with, if such a sort even existed? Janey’s descriptions of him had been fairly minimal, probably to spare his feelings, but she had given at least the vague impression of a kind-hearted soul, which he found to be a good sign. He had very real doubts about his ability to physically perform, either with Daddy himself, or with Janey in his presence, would he be kind and understanding of such a failure, or expectant and disappointed? Danny knew that he didn’t do well physically when he was nervous, and things like this were bound to make him so. He seriously doubted his ability to get over his trepidation over traversing these new waters with anyone who was not very understanding, indeed. Much would depend on this man if he was even bold enough to try any or all of this, and of course they had not yet met. Perhaps meeting Daddy was the way to start, test the waters so to speak, though even that felt daunting with all that Danny felt was riding on this… Just then his phone chirped its text alert sound, startling him. Then came another alert, and, in a moment, another. He noted the eagerness with which he reached for the device as though he was observing someone else, thinking to himself, ‘man, you got it bad.’ Taking a deep breath around his precious binky, and noticing the slobber on his face around it for the first time, he opened his phone and pulled up the message. The picture caught his attention first, and what greeted his eyes took his breath away. Rather than Janey herself as before, this was the picture of a man with dark hair and blue eyes, and he could only surmise that this must be the Daddy that had for him so quickly become a figure of myth and legend. Naked he seemed to be, tall and lean, trim and toned but not dramatically muscular. His chest was notably un-hairy, and his clean-shaven face wore an expression of kindly amusement. It was, at least from appearances and in the moment captured, a kindly face, indeed. Quite an attractive fellow, actually! Most notable, however, was the clear image of Janey’s body laid out at the bottom, still clad in her opened up romper, and this man was very clearly inside of her. He was standing with his hands on her hips and her legs were wrapped around his body, and her diaper was visible bunched up between his thighs and her behind. She had obviously taken the picture from her position lying down, and the background of the room, though somewhat out of focus, had a pink girly nursery feel. Danny wondered if what she was lying on might be a changing table… Many thoughts flooded Danny’s mind as the zoomed in on the photograph, hungrily absorbing the details. Daddy was an attractive man, that was for certain, with what was definitely a different body type than his own, and that face conveyed a sense of him that was much like what he had been hoping for. And the deeply erotic nature of that distinctly sexual scene… While it did raise certain feelings of envy that he was not the one feeling Janey from the inside, to know that he was welcome to be…by both parties… Though he hastened to remind himself that this was still not the same as literally being there, at this distance at least the effect was arousing to the Nth degree. Looking down, he could see that his soggy pampers were tented out dramatically, the leg openings stretched open at the front. Dazzled by the 1,000 words quality of the picture, he only belatedly noticed that there were words that preceded it. Making an effort, he read [Well, why don’t you come over, silly? 5401 Cheswick St.], followed by [Daddy is taking good care of Janey, but Janey misses Danny ! If Danny were here, we could have played first…]. Wow! Well, there it was then! The invitation to the meeting he had just been contemplating! Judging by the picture, he was indeed taking good care of her! And Daddy would have let him go first? He…maybe he wanted to see…and take her after, perhaps? Danny wondered at this, then reflected that he might want that himself in Daddy’s place…and maybe they could try that, too, sometimes? All of a sudden, all of the possibilities inherent in Janey’s offer started to seem more real and at least a little less daunting. He wasn’t sure if it was simply his arousal, or his impression of Daddy from his picture, or Janey’s reassurance that she missed him even with her Daddy in the process of “taking good care” of her, but Danny was finding the idea of meeting Daddy and feeling out something of what they were offering him a lot more comfortable. Plucking up his courage, he began typing a response: [Do you mean tonight?]. 1 Link to comment
Sir Stinkypants Posted September 5, 2021 Author Share Posted September 5, 2021 Happy Labor Day Weekend, at least to my American readers! Making up for all the long delays. I finally feel like this story is getting somewhere!! Chapter XXV: Little Victories Back in the nursery on Cheswick Street, the action had ramped up considerably, the excitement of both parties aided immeasurably by the exchange with Danny. Janey’s binky-garbled moans were reaching a fever pitch, punctuated by the occasional grunt or gasp from Daddy as he drove his throbbing member into her in perfect time with her rising energies. They could both feel her poop, still wrapped up in the soggy cotton pressed between them, being squished against her rear ever more with each thrust. Its earthy filthiness joined the olfactory ambience of pussy, sweat, pee, and baby powder that filled their nostrils with each rapid breath. The well-loved stuffed elephant that was kept under the table alongside the changing supplies for just such occasions was clutched tightly in her white-knuckled grip, and the shattering climax that rolled through her in the next moment undulated through her whole body like a wave. She cried out in agonizing ecstasy, inadvertently losing her pacifier but for the tether tying it to her blouse. Daddy, though in a state of profound excitement bordering on frenzy, was not done with his little girl yet, and he fought through the resistance of her orgasmic leg spasms that tried to force him out of her with a strength that was both gentle and irresistible. Gradually the storm passed, and Janey’s body calmed itself from a boil to a simmer as Daddy continued his oh so pleasing business of rhythmically working his engorged manhood in and out of her. As she felt herself beginning to rise to the occasion once more, a stray thought wandered through her brain, bringing a naughty smile amid her vocalizations of pleasure: if just the thought of and a few electronic words from Danny could have this kind of effect on both hers and Daddy’s levels of excitement, imagine what having him here could do, whether as a witness, or better, a participant,? And adding his own desire to the mix, desire egging them on and desire that would need to be dealt with in its own right? Desire that carried a very big stick… and came in buckets… and dirtied diapers of his own that would need changing… and was so cute… and sweet… and shy… It boggled her mind, even more than Daddy’s skillful cocksmanship could by itself, as grand as glorious as it assuredly was. By the time Daddy’s inner animal rose to the fore and his grip on her tightened, burying himself within her to the fullest and filling her with his semen, she was right there with him, writhing in her own intense orgasmic bliss. She loved to watch his facial expressions in that moment, and her own simultaneous release did not prevent her from enjoying the shift from frustration to relief that accompanied his guttural groan. She lay there for a few moments catching her breath and feeling him shrinking inside her as he stood there leaning on the table recovering. Just then another natural need, lost in the earlier rush of sensations, made itself felt. Feeling like very much the naughty little girl but knowing that holding it was against their rules, she gave him a little grin and released her bladder, pissing directly onto his abdomen. “Ooopsie!” she said in an unconvincingly innocent tone while her urine continued to flow unabated. It ran down his abdomen, over and around his cock and balls. Some of it soaked into the diaper still between them, the rest ran down his leg or directly to the floor. Daddy smiled at her and shook his head. “What am I going to do with you, little girl?” He said, in a tone of mock exasperation. “I dunno, Daddy,” She responded, giggling. “Change ma heinie, maybe?”. “I guess I’d better!” he said, laughing along with her. “We can’t have you making messes like that everywhere you go, now can we?” “Uh-uh!” she said in infantile agreement. Still giggling, she reached for the pacifier on her chest with the hand not holding Mr. Trunks. Carefully, Daddy slid her back from the edge of the table and laid her diaper back out. He noted that their activities had spread a lot more of her poop onto her butt and ground more into the diaper, and he reached for the wipes from under the table and started cleaning her. “Any more word from your new boyfriend, sweetie?” he asked as he worked. “Umm…,” she said inarticulately through her pacifier, as she looked around for her phone. At last she located it: in the shuffle it had wound up on the table beside her, underneath Mr. Trunks. “Oooh! Mistah Twunks had it!” she cried, holding it up while her binky fell from her lips. “Bad Mistah Twunks! Lemme see… Oooh! Danny did say hi again!” “What did he say?” asked Daddy, who had paused cleaning her to mop up her pee from the floor and himself with a towel. “Lemme see… oh! He said ‘Do you mean tonight?’” she reported. “Oooh! That sounds good! You wanna meet Danny tonight, Daddy?” “Daddy would love to meet Danny, sweetie. Anytime he’s ready.” He replied, his voice betraying his excitement. “Looks like your gamble paid off. I wondered… when you sent him that picture… well, that seemed kinda bold…” “I think Danny likes bold,” she said giggling, having switched to her adult voice. “At least he did last night. And I wanted him to see how sexy you are, get a sense of you, and… well… get him used to you as my lover. It was pretty bold, I agree… If I hadn’t been so turned on, and if we hadn’t been… well, I probably wouldn’t have done it if I’d been able to think more about it…” “I guess your instincts were right,” he responded after a moment’s thought. “Well, having already gone so far, why don’t you invite him for dinner?” “Oooh! Daddy got good idea!” she declared enthusiastically, back in baby-talk. “Daddy ‘s smart!” “He does try, sweetheart, he does try.” He responded, his tone intentionally patronizing. “Why don’t you invite him, and see what he says? Then, we’d better get you in the bath, company or no.” “Okay!” she said, always pleased by the prospect of being bathed by him. Even though she was fairly certain that, after the romp they had just enjoyed, it would not involve any sexual fun as it often did, it was nonetheless one of her favorite of their babying activities. Returning her attention to her phone while Daddy pushed her legs up to clean the rest of her butt and remove the soiled clothie, she typed out [Tonight would be great if you feel like you’re ready. No pressure, but Daddy suggested you might like to come for dinner]. She clicked send as Daddy was letting her legs down. He kissed her tummy before momentarily disappearing to the bathroom to dump her diaper’s solid contents and deposit it in the diaper pail to soak. She was hoping that her gamble would indeed pay off, but Danny was a timid creature and it was very possible she had overplayed her hand. She doubted she had done irreparable damage, but she might have to wait longer than she wanted to see her dream realized. It was also possible that the whole thing could blow up even if Danny came over, tonight or whenever. Just as she heard the bathwater start and heard Daddy’s footsteps heading back down the hall, her phone chirped. With a nervous lump in her throat, she opened the text just as Daddy was walking back into the room. There before her eyes was Danny’s response: [I’d like to come, but no promises. What time?] Elation growing within her, she typed furiously while Daddy looked on with a questioning expression, ready to escort her to her bath. Under her fingers appeared the response [No promises is understood, one step at a time. Dinner is at 7ish, come whenever. Can’t wait to see you!]. She let out a “woo-hoo!,” and shoved the phone at Daddy. Taking it, Daddy read the text, a wide smile slowly growing across his face. “Guess who’s coming to dinner?” Daddy said with a chuckle. “Janey’s got a boyfriend! Janey’s got a boyfriend! Janey’s got a…” “Maybe Daddy’s got a boyfriend, too,” responded Janey in a mock hurt tone, unable to hide her grin as Daddy took her hand and led her down the hall to her bath… 2 Link to comment
christi Posted September 9, 2021 Share Posted September 9, 2021 Great addition, thanks for sharing your thoughts and time with us all. ? I look forward to the next installment. Link to comment
Sir Stinkypants Posted September 11, 2021 Author Share Posted September 11, 2021 Chapter XXVI: The Threshold of a Dream To Danny, alone in his disheveled apartment, it seemed to take an eternity for Janey to respond to his query. It did not help at all that he was so nervous about what her response might be, so nervous about the wheels he had set into motion. Would he really go? What might he learn? So much seemed to be riding on Janey’s next communiqué, he almost couldn’t stand it. He reminded himself that she was undoubtedly busy, judging by the picture she had sent. Busy fucking another man…and yet...missing him? That other man who he was both eager and fearful to meet, and talking about meeting this very night? Was he crazy? Why was she so fascinating, and her wild offer so compelling and yet so terrifying? Was it just that he hadn’t been laid in so long...? No… While it was true that it had definitely been too long, there was far more to it, wasn’t there? She was like one of his most cherished fantasies come to life, and even her offer seemed like something created from the pages of his own non-existent personal diary. Was that his problem with it, that it was too good to be true? Taking a deep breath, he reframed the question in his mind; it appeared to be a dream come true, many dreams actually, and was thus complicated. Just like in engineering, things in life that are complicated feature a lot of ways things can go wrong. Surely he was only being realistic to fear things going wrong… His agitated state of mind would give him no peace, and restlessly he switched on the TV, seeking any distraction as he waited to hear back. The news offered some other matters to think about, but his preoccupation with his present dilemma kept preventing him from following the stories of the myriad of disasters unfolding around the globe. He got up and paced, noticing when he did so that his diaper had weathered two substantial pisses and yet was still in good shape; enough padding to spare for at least one more. Amazing capacity and quality, he thought, but of course thinking about these diapers was yet another reminder of Daddy. He reminded himself that Daddy was really the major unknown quantity in his calculations, and that nothing was so scary as the unknown. Despite its distinct sexual overtones, that picture had left him with an undeniably positive impression of the man, and he paused his pacing to pull it up and look again. He was a very attractive fellow; “pretty” one might say, though not at all unmanly. Quite the contrary, actually. More compelling though was the face; kindly, and good-humored in appearance at least. He added to his appraisal the scant facts that he knew: that he was, at least by Janey’s descriptions, a kind and loving man who took a lot of trouble to look after all of her needs, big girl and little; that he had encouraged Janey to get with him; that he had sent him expensive diapers, apparently thinking of his needs, also; that he had taken the dirty diaper pic of Janey in the apparent knowledge that she meant to send it to him; that he had allowed his own picture to be taken in a very exposed and intimate moment, to also be sent to him… It seemed irrational, but he had a good feeling about Daddy despite all of his seemingly reasonable doubts…could he trust it? Finally, over the babble of the newscasters came the unmistakable chime of his phone’s text alert. A palpable sense of relief washed over him, then instantly his tension was jacked up even higher with new fears about what she might have to say. He almost wished she would say that she had meant tomorrow or sometime after, but then that would only prolong the agony of not knowing. Again calling upon his courage, he once more took a deep breath and opened the text, reading [Tonight would be great if you feel like you’re ready. No pressure, but Daddy suggested you might like to come for dinner]. Well, there it was, invitation confirmed. Dinner? Daddy had suggested it? Should he go? Danny could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the agony of indecision an almost physical pain. He closed his eyes, and for a few moments the whirlwind of doubts and temptations that had been torturing him off and on all day once more threatened to overwhelm him. Gradually though, coherent thought gained the upper hand over the panic roller coaster, and he began weighing his options. She had left him an escape clause with “if you feel like you’re ready,” but if he went that route he would be stuck in a world of extreme curiosity and indecision for at least another day. A Saturday in fact, when he would have little to distract him from obsessing over the matter. Being invited to dinner with them was, he had to admit, probably the most conventional and thus least threatening way to meet that he could think of. He suspected Daddy had planned it that way, another mark in his favor. It was also undeniable that whatever else might be revealed, dinner with them would almost certainly be more interesting than yet another pre-packaged evening meal alone in his depressing apartment. And he would get to see Janey again, and soon! Although his misgivings were still quite active in his thoughts, the more he thought about the idea, the more it appealed to him. Finally, he made his decision. “Fuck it!” he said aloud, only realizing by the garbled sound of his words that he was still sucking mightily on his pacifier. Addressing his attention to his phone, still in his hand, he started typing his response. [I’d like to come, but no promises. What time?]. He had felt the need to add the “no promises” caveat as a warning of how nervous he was; now, reading it back to himself, he wondered if it said too much, or maybe too little? It said what it said, he decided as he tapped ‘send’, let’s see what she says. Sitting there awaiting her response, sucking on his binky while the news people continued to babble in the background, he was surprised at the powerful sense of relief he felt. Though certainly still anxious about the evening to come, it seemed that the simple act of making a decision had done wonders for restoring his inner peace. Perhaps he had been torn, not between doubt and desire as he had thought, but between fear and opportunity. Surely there were unpleasant places this could go, but the not knowing was an unpleasant place in and of itself, and to allow his fears to prevent him from taking this opportunity to find out was to curse himself to remain in this unpleasant place, wondering what might have been forever. An old expression came to him in that moment, prompting a smile: ‘a faint heart never laid a lovely lady.’ Janey was indeed a lovely lady, and the rest of the opportunities that came with her were lovely also. Faint heart be damned, Daniel J. McHenry was going to find out! Just then, his phone’s text chirp sounded yet again. Still in his hand, he raised it and read Janey’s response, [No promises is understood, one step at a time. Dinner is at 7ish, come whenever. Can’t wait to see you!]. It was about as perfect a response as he could imagine, and came with a warm fuzzy feeling complete with stomach butterflies. The woman/little girl of his dreams was eager to see him, and his “no promises” warning was not only heard loud and clear, but went without saying. “One step at a time,” though not specific, was nonetheless a comforting principle. Looking at the clock, he saw that it was 5:20, so he had better get moving if he wanted to be on that side of town by 7. Quickly, he typed out a brief text in response, {I’ll be there by 7. Thanks for the invitation, can’t wait to see you, too! ]. With that, he switched off the TV and headed into the bedroom. At least some of his anxiety had transformed into excitement, some of the fears of before feeling more like possibilities. More and more, he was feeling like he had made the right decision. Although he had showered at lunch time, he felt that another was in order if he was seeing Janey tonight. And a shave. And, well, other hair should be removed as well. And then there was the question of clothing. Both Janey and Daddy were aware of his adult baby persona, were interested in him for largely that reason it seemed, so he could think of no reason he shouldn’t look the part as was his preference anyway. At least where he was going, he could be himself! As he gathered up one of his toddler ensembles and headed into the bathroom, He had no way of knowing that, across town Janey was engaging in very similar activities with Daddy’s help. He might have been jealous had he known, not as much of Daddy for his intimate interactions with Janey’s naked body, but of Janey for Daddy’s attentive assistance in washing, hair removal, and dressing. Her extensive collection of bath toys floating about in the water while he washed her might have produced a bit of envy, as well. Janey had not yet discussed with him the many aspects of Daddy’s babying of her that went beyond diapering, so he did not yet know what else he was missing. What he did know about was the diapering, and to have someone take care of that for him was one of his fondest dreams. He thought about that as, relatively hairless of face and nether regions, he taped himself into the second-to-last of the “daddy diapers” as he had come to call them in his mind. If and when a need to change came up tonight, would he let Daddy do it? He knew Janey would happily take care of him that way, but that wasn’t how that usually worked over there, was it? Worst case, he supposed he could handle it himself. He made a mental note to take the last one with him, keep it in his truck just in case. Now diapered up, he proceeded to don one of his many polo shirts with the broad horizontal stripes, this one in green with blue stripes. He then pulled on a pair of khaki shorts, shorter in length than some that were fashionable these days, and featuring an elastic waistband that he stretched around his heavily padded behind, hiding the cute little bears. He really did love these diapers, and wished he had more of them. He also dreamed of other clothing with cute infantile animals on them, boyish versions of Janey’s amazing jammies from the other night… was that really last night?! So much had happened in so short a time, especially on an emotional level, that it seemed at least a week ago. Maybe more! Looking himself over in the mirror, he was satisfied with the oversized toddler who looked back at him. He pulled his pacifier out of his pocket and slipped it into his mouth, adding icing to the cake. Cute big/little fellow, he thought. Janey was right, the pudginess did make him look more like the big baby he was in his dreams. Glancing at the clock on his phone, he saw that he had better get moving. Grabbing a large backpack, he took the large teddy bear that lived on his bed, Mr. Cuddles, and stuffed him into the bag. Mr. Cuddles was an oversized teddy very similar to the more normal sized one he had loved when he really was a young boy, and he had given him the name his mother had given to the original. He wasn’t sure that he would have occasion to pull him out this evening, but he wanted him along for moral support even if he only sat in the bag in the truck. It seemed appropriate somehow. He also took the last remaining “daddy diaper” and put it in the bag also, along with wipes, powder, and a couple of his own lesser diapers. He did not know what the evening’s events would hold and was pretty sure diapering supplies would be available where he was going, but he wanted to be prepared. He also stuck in a T-shirt featuring characters from Dragonballs, and an extra pair of shorts. Unable to think of anything else, and seeing that time was short, he shouldered the bag and headed for the door. Climbing into his truck, he hefted the backpack onto the seat next to him. Taking yet another deep breath in honor of the adventure he was embarking upon, he started the engine. Letting it warm up for a minute or two, he pulled out his phone and typed Janey a message: [OMW]. The engine warming and his nerves in high gear, he also took a moment just to warm his diaper, the hot golden liquid flowing out of his resting giant and pooling around his balls and under his butt. A glorious sensation as always, it always felt extra naughty while driving. Something so incongruous about being a baby whilst engaged in such an adult activity. Might need that change this evening, after all! Putting it in gear, he backed out of the parking space. As he was shifting the 5 speed into 1st to head out across the parking lot, his phone chirped. Picking it up to look, it was a one word response from Janey: [Yay!]. With that vote of confidence, he punched the address she had given him into his map app, let out the clutch, and was on his way… 2 Link to comment
Sir Stinkypants Posted September 14, 2021 Author Share Posted September 14, 2021 Good day, friends! Chapter 27 is in the works, fear not, but, knowing that my tale has earned at least a few people’s attention, I thought I would interject a matter of common interest for your perusal. Daily Diapers Forum is partially dependent on donations to keep its operating expenses paid, and lately these total monthly donations have been falling short. I for one very much appreciate this site, and would be greatly saddened if it went away. Therefore I just gave them $25. Can anyone reading this afford to contribute? Every little bit helps! Consider what you spend on diapering, and what small fraction of that could help keep DD here for all of us... THANKS! 1 Link to comment
christi Posted September 14, 2021 Share Posted September 14, 2021 Good addition to the story, thanks for sharing! And I must say not a bad reminder about donations. 1 Link to comment
Sir Stinkypants Posted September 16, 2021 Author Share Posted September 16, 2021 Chapter XXVII: Merry Meetings Danny double-checked the address number as he pulled up in front of the house on Cheswick Street. It was by all outward appearances a normal suburban house; a one storey rancher with a two-car attached garage, very much like many other houses in this neighborhood. Somehow his imagination had pictured something less ordinary, an abode more fitting the extraordinary people who lived there. Thinking about it, it occurred to him that the unusual lifestyle of this house’s residents was not the sort of thing that they were likely to want all the world to know about; indeed, it would be quite foolish, as it seemed were his expectations. In a way, it was hiding in plain sight, much like his own deniably toddler-ish attire. He reminded himself that, whatever else it was, it certainly was quite a bit nicer than his dingy little apartment in the city. He recognized Janey’s car parked in the driveway beside a large mini-van with tinted windows that must be Daddy’s transportation. It crossed his mind that such a vehicle would be awfully convenient for diaper changes on the go. Other private activities, as well. Clever. He was indeed, he decided, in the right place. His heartbeat hammering in his ears and his mouth dry, he stepped out of his truck into the warm spring air. Closing the door, he walked up the paved driveway, noticing as he approached the house that there was a 6 foot privacy fence around the backyard. Glancing up and down the street, he saw that such a tall fence was a bit of an oddity in this neighborhood, and, with one-storey houses on either side and behind, that yard would be private, indeed. Interesting. He turned onto the stepping stone path that led from the driveway to the front door. Stepping up onto the stoop and preparing to press the doorbell button, he noticed the large brass knocker in the middle of the door; it was in the form of a teddy bear. Subtle, and yet definitively childish. And, for him, oh so inviting. Silently, he took a moment there at the door, steeling his courage and attempting to calm his nerves. The whimsical knocker called to him, and so he reached up and lifted the little brass bear and brought it down, one, two, three times. Time seemed to stand still as he waited for an answer, and something about these surroundings and his keyed up nerves made the scene seem somehow surreal. All of a sudden, a clacking sound of the lock being worked broke the spell, followed by the rapidly opening door and an exclamation of joy. “Danny!” shouted Janey with glee, rushing out to wrap herself around him in a full-body hug. “Look Daddy! Danny’s here!” “Yes, I see that,” came an amused male voice from inside the house. “Why don’t you let him come inside, sweetheart? It’s rude to leave people standing at the door, and besides, we’re not having dinner on the porch…” Reluctantly, she loosed her grip on Danny, and, still all smiles, took his hand and led him inside. She was cuteness personified this evening, dressed in a pink satin babydoll dress with puffed sleeves, white lace trim, and a wide white sash tied it a large bow in the back. Her hair was in her usual pigtails, though quite a bit neater than when last he had seen her, Though the ties were now white ribbons to match her outfit. On her feet were a pair of cute black maryjanes over little folded-over white socks. Her shapely legs were bare and on full display, the dress barely long enough to cover her diaper. Danny felt a bit under-dressed by comparison, but this did not keep him from appreciating her finery. In all the emotional turmoil of the past day he had almost forgotten how beautiful she was, and seeing her dolled up like this left him speechless. Following Janey’s lead, Danny stepped into the house, where his eyes met those of the owner of that voice he had heard. He was indeed the man from the photo, and, though he was now fully dressed in boot-cut jeans and an untucked button-down shirt, his agreeable facial features were currently displaying a similar not-so-innocent amused expression. His blue eyes had a piercing quality the camera hadn’t quite captured, but there was also a pleasing softness to them, and they appeared to be looking him up and down as he walked in something of an appraisal. What he saw seemed to add to his pleased expression. In her obvious excitement, Janey wasted no time in leading him right up to present him to her Daddy, and before he knew it they were face to face. He had to look up of course, Daddy had about 6 inches of height advantage on him, but was significantly leaner in build and trimmer in physique. Danny’s heartbeat pounded in his ears, his anticipation having loaded much upon this moment, and yet not really having prepared him for it. Shy as always and unsure what to expect, he was surprised when Daddy extended his right hand for a handshake. “This Danny, Daddy!” Janey exclaimed. “Yes, honey, you mentioned that,” Daddy replied with a chuckle.“How are you Danny? Janey has told me a lot about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you!” “Umm…hi…er,” stammered Danny in response. If Janey had indeed told him ‘all about’ him, then this man knew his deepest secrets, and had even seen photographic evidence! Danny took the proffered handshake, but found himself having real difficulty keeping eye-contact. The hand that clasped his own was long-fingered and somewhat more delicate than his own meaty paw. It met his with a grip that was both firm and strong, but without being unpleasant or overly aggressive. This first physical contact felt good, he felt strangely reluctant to end it. He wondered after their hands separated whether his own grip had been too soft. He wondered something similar about the eye contact; he was very anxious about not being rude, but he was nervous as hell and not sure he could avoid it. These were odd circumstances and he was new to them, but he also felt at something of a general disadvantage with this man. Strangely, he made him feel little, and it seemed to him that he was behaving like a little boy in response… “Janey… uh… well, she’s told me a lot about you, too…uh…,” Danny continued shakily. “I… I’m not sure what to call you…” “Ah! Well,” Daddy replied, laughing at the understandable mix-up. “I’m David, or Dave if you prefer. Sorry, I should have introduced myself properly. I know Janey rarely calls me by my name!” “Nice to meet you… David...,” responded Danny, still finding it difficult to look this man in the eyes, though at the same time finding those eyes somehow mesmerizing when he did glance up into them. “I… I wanted to… to thank you for the invitation…” “No, it is we who should thank you for coming!” replied Daddy magnanimously, again laughing merrily. “I’ve wanted to meet you since Janey first mentioned you, but I wasn’t sure you would want to! A pleasant surprise, and even moreso that you agreed to come so soon! Welcome!” “I… uh… well, I… I’m not sure…,” stammered Danny, taken aback by the warmth of Daddy’s response. “Of course you’re not sure!” Daddy responded with a laugh. “That is why I introduced myself as David, and shook hands with you man to man instead of giving you a hug. Janey told me you’re shy, no shame in that here, my friend! In fact, it’s more than a little endearing! That you don’t want to dive into our little family with both feet is more than a little understandable. Indeed, I’d say it would be the smart way to go for anyone…” “Well… uh… that’s…um… good to hear…,” was Danny’s halting response, though it truly did make him feel at least a little better. “Yes, yes! One step at a time, surely!” Daddy said, beaming. “Tonight, we have dinner and get to know each other. Although… well, I see from your attire that you are in your toddler mode, as it were, and if my eyes do not deceive me, that extends to your underwear…” “Uh… um… yeah...,” replied Danny, his face turning bright red. “Is… is it that obvious?” “Not too obvious, no,” responded Daddy. “One might say I know what to look for more than your average fellow! I take it as a good sign, actually, that you trust us enough to be yourself. I hope you will always feel that you can be yourself here. Why don’t you pull out your pacifier, if you have it with you, clip the tether it to your shirt? I can lend you one if you forgot yours…” “Well I… I…,” came Danny’s halting reply as, still blushing, he fished into his pocket and produced his binky. “I… er… I figured you already knew, so…” “Quite right!” said Daddy, again chuckling. “May I?” With that, he reached out his hand toward the pacifier Danny had just pulled from his pocket. Hesitating for a brief moment, Danny placed it in his hand. Daddy opened the clasp, and then ceremoniously clipped it onto the collar of Danny’s shirt. It kind of reminded Danny of a military medal award ceremony; he had never served himself, but he had seen them in movies. Finally, Daddy picked up the actual binky and offered it to Danny, who, not without a nervous pause, nonetheless opened his mouth to accept it. Danny found it to be a somewhat intimate gesture, and surely a parental one. And it felt good, as far as it went. Daddy also enjoyed it, reflecting as he did it that Janey was right: this “little” fellow was damn cute! “There ya go, tiger! Much better!” said Daddy, sporting a broad grin. “As I was going to say about your attire, while I am usually the one who handles diaper changes around here, I’m sure Janey would be happy to do the honors when you need, if you’re not comfortable with me doing it. I can make myself scarce for that, too, if you prefer. I’m pretty sure she’d like to play with that big dingy of yours again …” Daddy’s grin morphed into a full on naughty smile with his last comment. Janey giggled, and both hers and Danny’s faces became a glowing crimson. His eyes seemed to be intent upon the details of the rug that dominated their living room floor, and he found himself greatly appreciating the comfort provided by the suggested pacifier. “Janey, sweetie,” said Daddy, turning to his little girl who had been raptly observing their conversation. “Why don’t you show Danny your room while Daddy finishes getting dinner ready?” “Okay, Daddy!” she said cheerfully, grabbing Danny by the hand and dragging him toward the bedrooms… 2 Link to comment
Sir Stinkypants Posted September 18, 2021 Author Share Posted September 18, 2021 Chapter XXVIII: Big Baby Shangri-La As fascinating as his interaction with Daddy had been, Danny felt a palpable relief in gaining a momentary respite to consider his impressions. For now it was just Janey and he, and, while Janey of course provoked her own kind of social anxiety responses in him, she was a woman and he had been on intimate terms with a few women. He had also achieved a certain comfort level with her the previous night, which made her company a bit easier for him whilst navigating these strange waters. She truly was a vision in her cute little dress, ahead of him in the hallway leading him along, and he could feel his penis reacting in its soggy padded cell. She too had her pacifier in her mouth, and was humming a little tune as they walked. Before he knew it, they were in front of a closed door, and she turned to him while pausing with her other hand on the knob. Pulling the hand of his that she had in hers toward her, she pulled it up under the hem of her dress and onto the crotch area of her diaper and held it there for a moment. Momentarily confused by this move, her intention became obvious as he felt the plastic become warm and the padding within thicken and distend a little from her body. She giggled, finally letting their hands fall away from under her dress. It was a lovely conspiratorial moment, and his own diaper felt significantly tighter for it. “A’ done!” came her binky-garbled voice, still giggling “Now… ma woom!” Without further ado, she pushed the door open and turned on the light. Nothing could have prepared him for what met his eyes. It was as complete a nursery as he had ever seen, scaled up for an adult-sized baby. There was a twin-sized crib, an over-sized changing table, an activity table set for tea with oversized dolls and stuffed animals in all the chairs but one, a play kitchen done to adult size… There were two large mobiles, one for the crib and one for the changing table… Dressers for clothes and pails and cans for dirty diapers… The walls were a pale pink with white trim, and were decorated at the top with a wallpaper band of unicorns, princesses, and baby animals. On the walls were framed prints of the illustrations from the Beatrice Potter books: Peter Rabbit… Benjamin Bunny… Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail... Other characters who were familiar, but whose names escaped him. It was a lovingly crafted little girl’s room for a big little girl; a “baby room.” He had read about such things, and had fantasized about what he would want in one of his own, but he had never actually seen one. These people were for real! But, as Janey had expected, the one thing that instantly grabbed his attention as well as his eternal envy was the wooden bouncy-horse. Slowly, he walked up to it, reaching out a hand to it to feel that it actually did move. “This is amazing!” he said, only realizing by the sound that he still had a mouthful of rubber nipple. Pulling it out, he continued, “This whole room is! I’ve dreamed of having a baby room like this, but THIS… Wow!” “Daddy wikes ta spoi’ Janey!” she replied, also pulling her binky out, and taking obvious pleasure in his awe. Indicating the horse, she said, “Dis ma ch’is’mas pwesent las’ year. Daddy made it hisself!” “Wow! He has skills!” responded Danny, still in awe. “Must’ve taken a long time…” “Yeah, he wouldn’t tell Janey wha’ he wa’ doin’,” she reported. “He wan’ed a su’pwise. Janey wa’ su’pwised! He wikes ta spoi’ Janey, wike I say. Wanna twy it?” “Wow, do you think I could?” asked Danny. “I mean, do you think it would hold me?” “Daddy ma’e it strong,”said Janey confidentlywith a giggle. “I ask him dis af’noon, he say it good. Go ‘head, pway cowboy!” Carefully, Danny swung his leg over the saddle and sat down, pulling his legs up onto the stirrup posts. Slipping in his pacifier for courage, he began to bounce back and and forth gently, gradually building up both momentum and confidence. It was fun, he decided, in a wonderfully little kiddie sort of a way. “This is fun!” said Danny, muffled by his pacifier, that he had neither the inclination nor the free hand to remove. “Janey spec’ly wike it when she got poopie on…,” she said, giggling naughtily. “It go mooshie on he’ tushie!” This mental image exploded in Danny’s brain, and he imagined first what it would look like and smell like to see Janey do that, and then what it would feel like (and smell like, of course) to do that himself. In either case, it would surely make a mess of the diaper! His erection, which had been coming and going since his arrival, due to stimulus and nerves respectively, was definitely in effect now, and he found himself laughing along with her as the swinging back and forth action of the horse had his soggy diaper rubbing on him in a way that was actually quite pleasant. “And… and your Daddy doesn’t… mind when you do that?” He asked after a moment, having finally allowed his pacifier to fall and dangle swinging from it’s tether. “Must make for a messy diaper!” “It does!” she said exultantly. “He gotta clean poopy offa horsey so’times! He don’ mind… he ask Janey if she wanna ride, an’ he know she stinky!” “Wow! That sounds fun!” said Danny, wondering if Daddy would be so accommodating if the poopy diaper were his own. Smiling, he added, “This feels kinda good, with just my wet huggies… you know… rubbing my… my dingy?” Janey laughed again. “It feel good rubbing ma ki’ty cat, too!” she responded. “Spec’ly in a soggy clothie! ‘course…” she added in a loud whisper, indicating conspiracy, “Janey don’ weawwy need horsey fo’ dat…” With that, she reached her right hand up under her dress and deftly slipped her fingers into the leg opening of her now visible diaper, this one a disposable featuring little pink bunnies. She leaned her butt against the changing table behind her, and with her other hand slipped her pacifier into her mouth. With such a thing to behold, Danny and the horsey came to rest. Looking him directly in the eye, she began rubbing herself with the hand in the diaper, starting slow and gradually increasing the intensity. The expressions on her face, combined with the soft gasps and moans coming from behind her binky spoke volumes on the effect her fingers were having. Almost the whole time she kept her eyes fixed on his, and in just a few moments her eyes closed and a visible shudder went through her body. She took a deep breath, and gently eased her hand out of her diaper. Standing up fully, though slightly wobbly, she stepped forward and offered him her fingers, which he happily took into his mouth. Pussy, pee, and a little baby powder greeted his tastebuds, and his padded cock in the saddle of the horsey was now a monster no mere diaper could possibly hide. He thoroughly cleaned her fingers, pondering ways to get that monster out of his diaper and into hers… “Are you two having fun?” came Daddy’s playful voice from the doorway. “Do you like the horsey, Danny?” Janey smiled in response, knowing that Daddy had caught the last part of her little show. Danny only trusted himself to nod, and he wished he had his own pacifier in his mouth as an excuse to not speak further. Strange the new significance that particular baby prop was taking on. His nerves returning, his erection started to fade, but he still did not trust himself to dismount just yet, so he started bouncing again, hoping it would underscore that he did indeed like the horsey. “Well, I do hate to interrupt,” said Daddy, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “But dinner is ready. Janey, could you show Danny to the kitchen? “Okay, Daddy!” “Wow! That was amazing!” sputtered Danny after Daddy was out of earshot. “I’ve never seen a woman… you know… like that… and with you dressed like that... A big baby and all… God, you’re beautiful!” Janey giggled, more than a little flattered, both by his words and by his loss for them. She must have really gotten to him! That was her goal, of course, aside from her own desire to relieve a little tension. Speaking of which… Another stream of hot urine began flowing around her still excited vagina, always a glorious sensation that always seemed to end too quickly. She was glad she had been able to share the last one with Danny. “Aw, Danny so sweet!” she said, blushing for more than one reason. “Stick ‘round here! Janey do dat all da time! “Wow, really?” said Danny, shocked. “I…well… if your Daddy hadn’t come when he did, I…” “Wha’, what would Danny do?” she replied, teasing him by rubbing her breasts against him and giggling. “Don’t wowwy, siwwy. We can pway afta dinna’! Jus’ us two, if you want…” “Your Daddy…I mean…he won’t mind that?” asked Danny, still a little incredulous. “No, he won’ mind,” she said, still smiling. “Janey aweady ask him. He say she siwwy, that he know Danny wan’ dat… ‘Course…” “Of course what?” asked Danny, trying to get his mind around the situation. “’Course wha’ Daddy weawwy wan’ is to see, siwwy!” she exclaimed, giggling again. “Daddy wike Janey ta pway wi’ boys, but he neva get to see… See?” “I do see…,” said Danny, pondering what it would be to make love to her with him as an audience. It did feel different now that they had met, but it was still a daunting proposition… “We betta get to dinna’, ‘fore Daddy gets mad!” she declared. Grabbing his hand, she helped him off the horsey and led him out of the room... Hey! If you love Daily Diapers like I do, please consider donating! Even if it’s only 5 or 10 bucks, every little bit helps!! 4 Link to comment
christi Posted September 19, 2021 Share Posted September 19, 2021 Another good chapter, thanks for sharing and I look forward to the next one! Link to comment
Sir Stinkypants Posted September 23, 2021 Author Share Posted September 23, 2021 Greetings, friends! Writing this chapter whooped my heinie! See if you can figure out why... It's not because it's so long, though it is about double most other chapters... Anyway, please enjoy! And comment if you feel like it! Oh yeah! Here's another reminder to please, please, PLEASE donate to Daily Diapers! Even if you can only do a little, they are hurting for funds. Even I gave them money! Don't let the Potty Monster get our Daily Diapers! Chapter XXIX: Dinner Conversation Passing into the kitchen, Danny was struck by two things: a wonderful smell, of something involving poultry and garlic, and the sight of yet another oversized baby item, Janey’s highchair. Not fully scaled up from the real infant version, this was an ordinary chair on slightly longer legs. It had arms for supporting a tray table that, like the infant version, was only a little higher than the standard table. Still, it was a cool detail piece, and he found himself wondering what other oversized baby things a full tour of the house would reveal. He did notice there was only one such highchair. Looking at the table, he saw that regular adult-style places had been set for all three of them, two on one side of the table and one on the other. In the middle of the table was a casserole dish, which appeared to be the source of the savory smell. Each place already had a bowl filled with the stuff, and he thought he spied mushrooms and broccoli amid the chicken, cheese, and noodles. It really did look as good as it smelled. Daddy appeared from what he assumed to be a porch, and gestured that they should sit together on the side with the two settings. Sitting down, he noticed a Camelbak sport bottle beside each bowl, one pink and one blue, decorated with a large cartoon sticker on each. Over-sized sippy cups? Walking around behind them, placed a large pink plasticized bib featuring baby hippos on Janey’s chest, tying it around her neck. He then showed a second similar bib to Danny, this one blue with teddy bears, offering to put it on for him as he had for Janey. With just a moment’s hesitation, Danny accepted his offer. As with the binky earlier, it felt peculiar to have a man touch him so intimately, even though it was in no way sexual. As before, it felt strange to him, but it in no way did it feel bad. It was kind of nice, actually. The “one step at a time” principle from their text earlier came to mind, and it was comforting that, at least so far, it seemed to be the way things were proceeding. Daddy then took his place alone across the table from them. He noticed Danny eyeing the highchair. “Sadly, we only have one of those,” Daddy said cheerfully. “Though I’d be happy to put together another one if I had another baby here.” He said this last staring directly at Danny, who quickly looked away blushing, busying himself with his food. “I thought it best to do a grown-up type meal tonight, since you were to be joining us. Well, mostly grown-up…” He gestured at the bibs they were both wearing, grinning. After a couple of mouthfuls, he continued. “Wasn’t sure how you would react to being spoon-fed, and I have never tried that with two babies at the same time. I would have to figure it out” “You… you do that?” asked Danny, never having really considered the feeding side of his adult baby role. “Oh yes, at least sometimes. Meals are variable,” he replied, continuing to eat. “Overall, we mostly play with Janey as a toddler, as she walks and talks. The “terrible twos” as they say, but that isn’t set in stone. Also, even ‘big kids’ often like being treated like babies sometimes. With food, we do anything from spoon feeding to cut up finger food on the plate to real grown-up knife and fork. Whatever we’re in the mood for, have time for… depends somewhat on what we’re eating of course…” “And you…you like spoon-feeding Janey?” ventured Danny after a minute. “I do. It’s very…intimate…personal…,” replied Daddy after a mouthful and a moment’s thought. “Ask Janey, I spoon-fed her her breakfast this morning. Set her on my lap while she was getting her computer going and fed her a yogurt cup and a banana. Didn’t I, sweetie?” “Mmm-hmm!” said Janey with a mouthful of food. Swallowing, she added, “He used da airp’ane spoon!” “Yes, sweetheart, the airplane spoon,” he confirmed, chuckling. Returning his gaze to Danny, he added, “Sometimes it’s the little things that help us feel little…” Danny just nodded in response to this, thinking about the new dimensions his pacifier had been taking on of late. He would be happily sucking on it now if his mouth was not busy eating. Thinking about natural urges like eating, he became aware of one he’d been ignoring. He needed to pee, and the longer he sat there the more dire the need became. It would seem more than a little silly considering his circumstances to excuse himself to find the bathroom, so instead he paused his eating and concentrated on releasing his bladder for a moment. Slowly and haltingly, a warm trickle began in his pants, gradually increasing into a rather heavy stream. It continued for longer than most, forming a hot pool around his balls as the liquid slowly wicked up into the thirsty diaper material. He had apparently been inadvertently holding it for a while. As he brought his attention back to the table, he noticed Daddy was staring at him with a knowing, naughty smile. It made him self-conscious and he blushed, prompting a chuckle from the man across the table. “Did that feel as good as it looked like it did?” asked Daddy, chuckling, his brilliant blue eyes kindly, but with a little of the devil in them. “Was your diaper good to the last drop, or do I have a puddle to clean up?” “H-how did you know?” gasped Danny, face beet red. “Well, you had a look of angst on your face for a moment, and then you stopped breathing,” replied Daddy, still smiling, a spoonful of casserole perched in mid-air in front of his face. “When you resumed, the look of relief was quite remarkable. There was even a look of pleasure mixed in there. I’ve wet a diaper a time or two myself, I know the signs. I’ve surely seen Janey do it plenty of times, but it’s harder to catch her at it because she’s so used to it. I strongly suggest a diaper check when dinner is over, for both of you...” Danny retreated into himself for a few moments, focusing on his eating without meeting Daddy’s eyes. This guy didn’t miss much it seemed, and it made him even more nervous than he was already. On the other hand, he hadn’t been anything but kind about any of it, only gently teasing him as he imagined he did with Janey. He did sneak a peek just to see if he had indeed made a puddle, but it seemed his diaper had held it all if only barely. It was definitely very wet down there, Daddy was right about needing a change soon. Plucking up his courage, he ventured a question. “Wha… what other…you know… baby things do you do? Other than feeding and diapers?” “Well…,” said Daddy, glancing at Janey, and exchanging a not so innocent grin with her. “There’s bath time. We did that just before you arrived, actually. You’ll find my little angel squeaky clean, other than the pee-pees she’s made since, that is. I know, I scrubbed every inch of her myself…” “You… you give her baths?” responded Danny slowly, his eyes rising to meet Daddy’s, at least momentarily. This kind of babying had not occurred to him, and it did battle in his mind with the mental image of what it would be like to ‘scrub every inch’ of Janey. “Oh, yes!” replied Daddy. ”With bubbles and bath toys, the whole shebang. It’s a lot of fun for both of us. Babies don’t bathe themselves, why should she? Like the spoon-feeding, it’s a very intimate and unique way to show my love. A form of pampering, you might say, if you’ll excuse the double meaning; same principle…” “Wow…,” said Danny, thinking about how he had handled his own bathing alone since he could remember. “That does… well… it sounds really nice…” “It helps her feel like the little girl we both like her to be,” Daddy responded. “Of course, Janey is a grown-up in reality, and, just like feeding herself, she is perfectly capable of taking a shower all by herself. She does sometimes, when time is an issue or she wants a moment to herself. But she likes it when I clean her, and I do, too.” Daddy took a bite of his dinner before continuing. “She also appreciates my help dealing with her big girl body hair. It’s a lot easier to be a smooth baby, especially in certain areas, when someone else is helping out. Someone who who can see and reach all of you. Also…well, just like diaper changes, it’s an ideal opportunity for… well, for more adult play. Not that we needed another such opportunity this particular evening… well, you saw…” His smile grew even less innocent. This reminder of their recent sexual activity, that he had seen photographic evidence of no less, was still a touch uncomfortable for Danny, but he was actually surprised by how little it disturbed him. Having seen it, it was not as scary, and having just had that moment with Janey in her room, it was clear that she was still very much interested, and interested in him. Even Daddy’s tease about her interest in his manhood, while it had rattled him a bit, had nonetheless been reassuring. Daddy knew both he and Janey wanted to play adult games, and was not just okay with that, he was encouraging them. “And then of course there is dressing,” continued Daddy, interrupting his thoughts. “I pick out Janey’s outfits every day, including this evening. I love to doll her up into my perfect little pampered princess. You like?” “Y-yes… sh-she’s b-beautiful!” he managed to stammer in response. Glancing at Janey next to him, he added, “Well, I mean… she’s always beautiful, but…” “She’s always dressed in clothes of my choosing, too…” Daddy interjected between mouthfuls, “She does express preferences about what she wears, of course, like a real toddler. At least sometimes she does, don’t you honey?” “Mmm-hmm!” replied Janey with her mouth full, beaming. Swallowing, she added “Daddy gets Janey pwetty clo’hes!” “Yes, I also choose the clothes and buy them for her, like a good daddy should. She has input of course, we most often do it together, but it is my decision. And I like to surprise her with special things. The dress she’s wearing tonight was one of those surprises…” Daddy fell silent, eating his dinner and thoughtfully looking him up and down with the same naughty smile he’d had all evening. “You, I can picture in a shortall romper, kind of like the one she was wearing earlier. Maybe an airplane or a fire engine on the bib instead of a flower. Not in public of course, boys really can’t get away with such things the way girls can, but around the house you’d be adorable! I see that this evening you are sporting a look that a toddler would be right at home in, and yet the effect is completely deniable. Clever. I like that shirt, though, for either look.” “You… you want to dress me, too?” asked Danny haltingly, wonder in his voice. “Oh yes, dear boy!” Daddy said, laughing. “Dress you… bathe you… feed you… and of course look after your diapers. I want a little playmate for my little girl. A baby brother, or maybe a cousin? I thought Janey told you…” “Janey DI’ teww Danny!” exclaimed Janey, her brows knit in a pouty expression. “Danny jus’ siwwy!” “Yeah, sh-she did, but…” Danny struggled with his nervousness. “But why? I mean, I… I get it with Janey, but… why would you offer this to me?” “Many reasons,” he said simply, his naughty smile broadening. “For one thing, I like big babies. Dirty diapers and cutesy clothes, binkies and blankies, these things turn me on. As Janey has probably told you, I am an adult baby myself. It’s something of an obsession for me, as it is with many of us. And I think it would be neat to baby a boy, like I would want to be babied. Daddy paused to shovel two more spoonfuls of his delicious culinary creation into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. His eyes only left Danny’s face for just long enough to coordinate his spoon in his bowl. After a moment, he continued. “The fact that you are another adult baby makes you, at least potentially, a uniquely good fit for a playmate for my angel. Gives you a place in our world, you might say, and makes you interesting in your own right. A partner in crime; a huggie-fied co-conspirator. Babies need looking after; indeed it is definitive to the role. I enjoy babying Janey, I think I would enjoy babying you, also. When she first mentioned that she had met a cute baby boy, I was intrigued to say the least. That’s two massive turn-ons in one…” “But… I mean… why? Why do you like babying people?” asked Danny nervously after a pause, shuffling his food around its bowl and only daring to meet Daddy’s eyes for a moment. “I mean… most people wouldn’t… and… didn’t Janey tell me that babying her was your idea?” “It was, indeed! Now THAT is a story!” said Daddy, chuckling. “Most people wouldn’t want to wear diapers, either. Their loss! But as I just said, I am an adult baby myself. Janey and I actually started down this road with her as my mommy, which was great fun, but eventually we also tried reversing the roles. It so happens that having her as the baby works much better with the natural balance between us. You see, I am naturally more dominant and she submissive. But of course, as with any good parent, my baby’s needs rule all. I get to be insistent about spoiling her; ‘how may your master best serve you, my dear?’ It’s perfect! We still sometimes reverse things, and I get to wear the huggies… good times! But most of the time, I am quite content to do the babying. Getting my AB jollies vicariously is, for me, just as good. Maybe better…” That Daddy was “naturally more dominant” Danny could well believe; indeed, he felt like he was falling under his spell himself. He had never thought of himself as the submissive type, but the idea was, when considered in this context, strangely appealing. It would require trust, but, if that could be established, would it be the worst thing in the world to be under this man’s power? It might help him feel more like a little boy, which was what he wanted, wasn’t it? Wasn’t that inevitably a subordinate position? Babies or toddlers were not really in charge of themselves or their lives, were they? No, to be the little he really wanted to be would require someone else to be in control; to manage his life for him just like they did his diapers. What did Daddy really want from him, other than to be-little him into the little he had always wanted to be? To baby him, similar to the way he babied Janey? Possibly to “dominate” him in other ways? That didn’t sound much like the rival he had been fearing, more like…well, a Daddy, of a sort he had never dared dream of… “But…umm…why…I mean, why do you want to…you know…share her… with me?” Danny asked haltingly glancing at Janey, his face yet again a brilliant shade of red. “Well, Janey likes you,” replied Daddy after a moment’s thought. Turning his gaze to Janey, he added, “Don’t you, sweetheart?” “Danny a good boy!” exclaimed Janey, again with her mouth full, some of it dribbling onto her bib. “He cute, and sweet, and… and he ga’ a big ding-y!” “Yes, you told me!” said Daddy, laughing as both ‘babies’’ faces turned red. “And I saw the picture, though I think it was sleepy at that moment.” He redirected his gaze back to Danny. “Janey likes boys, as you may have noticed. She’s a greedy little girl; it’s one of the most charming things about her, if you ask me! I like to spoil her in this as in all things, and I have to admit that it turns me on no end when she has other men. It’s so deliciously naughty! I like to… well, clean up after them… when I can… ‘sloppy seconds’ is an old expression for it; to smell another man’s sweat on her, to taste his cum inside of her… Eat it out of her, quite literally… Very naughty, indeed… It’s something of a dream of mine to actually witness her being taken, and to be able to get to her right after… As yet, I’ve only ever experienced the aftermath of another fellow’s lust, and often I’m too late to get a good taste…” Danny was a little shocked at so frank and graphic a description, but, despite his nervousness, he felt his cock coming to life within its prison of pee-soaked padding. He found Daddy’s words mesmerizing, as were his face and eyes when he dared to look. He wondered if this was what it felt like to be seduced. If so, he might be in trouble, because he could muster no desire to escape this man’s influence. He continued eating while Daddy kept talking, pausing occasionally to drink from his ‘sippy cup.’ It was about the only excuse he could think of to avoid being drawn into those eyes… “And, to be completely honest with you, I like boys, too,” Daddy continued, his hypnotic eyes catching Danny’s in their glare and holding them; he could not turn away. “Truthfully, I could take or leave anything sexual between us, though I do think that would be lovely, also. You do make a damn cute baby boy! But either or, we would both have Janey, and I’m absolutely certain she is capable of wearing both of us out without you and I needing to play with each other… She’s pretty much insatiable, and I’d dearly love your assistance taking care of her big girl needs! For that alone, I am willing to look after your little boy needs. Of course, if I were looking after your diapers, I would have to touch you quite intimately. You would have to decide how comfortable you are with that. I would never take liberties, understand, but…” While Danny hadn’t been sure what to expect Daddy to be like, he certainly had not expected him to be like this! Frank, honest, and articulate he was, and also kind, sympathetic, and genuine. A seductive devil who apparently satisfied his desires by offering others his own deepest dreams, and theirs too if they involved diapers and pacifiers. And sex, lots of sex; group sex and cuckolding involving his pretty pampered princess. And he liked boys, too, as Janey had advertised. These apparent contradictions whirled around in Danny’s mind as he consumed the last few mouthfuls in his bowl, glad of the excuse to break eye contact for a moment and yet finding when he did so that he missed the connection. He still found Daddy somewhat intimidating, but he was definitely getting more comfortable with him all the time, and he was also not altogether certain that some of what remained of that intimidation was not something he wanted from him. Did it mean something that, after being introduced to him as David, his mind insisted on calling him “Daddy?” Sure, it was how Janey had referred to him before they met, but it did seem an oddly apt descriptor, as though he simply was “Daddy” whatever one called him… He was still unsure how he felt about the concept of Daddy changing him, and what might come with that, but he had to admit the distinct possibility that the idea was growing on him. Speaking of “growing,” his manhood, though interfered with somewhat by his nervousness, had nonetheless been expressing its vote in the clear affirmative off and on all evening. He shifted in his seat in a vain attempt to find a more comfortable position, but finding as he often did that his endowment was overly generous for the soggy padding and plastic that surrounded it. Janey, sitting next to him, noticing his discomfiture, reached over and placed a hand over his swollen crotch with a giggle. She knew she had Danny’s attention, and so had been content to eat her dinner and let Daddy do most of the talking. Nonetheless, she wanted to remind him that she was still thinking about him and his “big ding-y,” and was quite pleased to confirm that his “big ding-y” was thinking about her… and her Daddy… and that despite all that had been discussed, one part of Danny at least was not scared … Their meal ended in silence, with Daddy wisely allowing Danny time to think while he polished off the last of his food. Janey and Danny both had empty bowls before them, and, after inquiring if anyone wanted seconds with no takers, he arose and picked up the remains of the casserole and the serving dishes, transferring them to the counter. He then produced a damp washcloth, using it to clean Janey’s face of the inevitable food mess, and then removing her bib. He then turned to Danny, pausing for a moment with a questioning look on his face, seeking a sign that he was okay with a similar face cleaning. Danny nodded without a word, and Daddy proceeded to clean his face as well. Danny was a bit surprised at how much food came off of his face onto the washcloth. It was toddler appropriate surely, but he usually did not make so much of a mess of himself while eating. He noticed that his bib, too, was not clean when Daddy removed it. Was he getting more into the role, just being here? Daddy only grinned, and, reaching down, offered him his pacifier, slipping it into his mouth with much less of an awkward pause than earlier. “Alright, kids!” said Daddy, setting the bibs on the counter, beside the dishes. “Why don’t we all head into the living room? Daddy will put on some cartoons for you while he deals with the dishes. Then, I think we had best be dealing with those diapers…” Janey arose from her seat, taking Danny’s hand, and together they headed into the living room, following Daddy’s lead. Daddy went to a shelf on the side of the room and selected a disc. Pulling it out, he placed it in the player and turned on the TV. In just a moment, the opening song from Animaniacs began. This was a favorite cartoon from Danny’s own childhood, and in moments he was engrossed in the madcap adventures of Yakko, Wakko, and Dot. Daddy laid out a blanket on the floor in the middle of the room, and Janey sat down, pulling Danny down with her. Together, they sat and watched, binkies in their mouths. In a moment, Daddy deposited an enormous teddy bear between them, as a pillow and a snuggle buddy. Satisfied that they were situated, Daddy started for the kitchen, then stopped. “Alright, guys. Daddy’s going to deal with the dishes for a while, and when he comes back he will deal with your diapers. If Danny wants Janey to change him, this would be a good time… Otherwise, he will come back and change you both. Okay?” “Okay” came their binky-muffled responses, in unison. ‘God, they are cute together,’ thought Daddy, pausing to admire them sitting there on the floor, watching cartoons and cuddling. As he turned back towards the kitchen, he thought ‘Maybe I should build them a playpen…’ 2 Link to comment
christi Posted September 23, 2021 Share Posted September 23, 2021 A good chapter even without any sex. As to why it was hard for you, my guess is the boy/boy aspect is hard to deal with. Only reason I have a guess is prior conversation in the thread. ? Would it be fun? I guess we'll have to wait and see what you think but I'd almost bet that it happens." <grins> Thanks again for sharing your time and story with all of us! Link to comment
![[DD] Boards & Chat](https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/uploads/monthly_2021_11/DDweb-02.png.0c06f38ea7c6e581d61ce22dffdea106.png)
Recommended Posts
Create an account or sign in to comment
You need to be a member in order to leave a comment
Create an account
Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!
Register a new accountSign in
Already have an account? Sign in here.
Sign In Now