It Takes a Village, Part 2

"Ryan! It's him! He's coming to Atlanta next week!"

"Who?"

"'Who?!' The daddy I've been talking to!"

"Oh, the guy in New York. So, you're going to meet him?"

"Yeah! He says he wants to come to Savannah while he's down this way and spend some time with me. I might finally find a daddy!"

I'm a lucky guy to have so many friends who know and accept me as I really am. They're my family, and I love them. They love me. I know that. But a daddy is another level of love and family. He's s someone who doesn't just love and accept you but someone who supports and accepts responsibility for you. Someone who protects and cares for you, makes sure you're fed, sheltered, clothed, and safe. It's a higher commitment of caring than any of my friends have made. Plus, I want someone to change my poopy diapers.

Luckily, Ryan understands this. "I hope you do, baby bro. Want me to go with you when you meet him?"

I thought for a moment. "I don't know yet."

"Just let me know."

"Thanks, Ryan." Now you know why I put up with a big bro who won't change dirty diapers. I texted Kasey and told him, and he was excited for me too. "Yay," came the reply. "I hope it goes good."

I realized in all the excitement of talking to Ryan and Kasey, I hadn't replied to YourDaddyHere, whose name was Andy, so I quickly wrote him back. "I'm so glad you're coming down here! I can't wait to meet you! I could drive up to Atlanta and meet you there if you want. There's more stuff to do there for sure. Of course, if you want to see Savannah (and there are some pretty things to see), I can meeet you here. Either way."

Ryan and I watched TV and cuddled a while longer, and then he said it was my bedtime. Like any kid, I love to stay up late and play games or whatever. But as an adult baby, I love the feeling of being put to bed as long as it's not  crazy-early. My big bro checked my diaper one more time and said I could wait until morning. I brushed my teeth, and he helped me into my bed before pulling the covers up to my neck and tucking me in.

"Good night, little guy." He kissed my forehead.

"Ni-ni, big bro!"

Sleeping in a diaper is the best way to sleep. You can settle into your sheets and know that you won't have to get out of them unless your diaper gets full. It's the coziest of cozy feelings. As I laid in bed, snuggling up to my soft stuffed raccoon, I thought about Daddy Andy and imagined I was snuggling up to him. It wasn't my pillow I was resting my head on; it was Andy's chest. I'd seen pictures, of course, and he was a big guy, larger than me and strong enough to protect me from most things. I was drawn to that because my real dad ran out on my mom and me when I was a little boy. I've often thought that's the reason I'm a little, and I've explained it to my friends to help them understand. The last thing in my mind before I fell asleep was Daddy Andy's imagined voice saying, "Don't worry, baby. I've got you; you're safe."

I opened my eyes with the sleepy morning sun coming lazily through my blinds. It was early, which is when I usually wake up. I reached down and squeezed my diaper, feeling it squish at my touch. That's another nice thing about sleeping in a diaper: when you do it long enough, you don't have to wake up to pee. These days, I wake up in a wet (or wetter) diaper more often than not. Yawning, I slipped out bed and shivered slightly in the cool air as I walked over to Ryan's room and carefully got in bed beside him, putting my arm around him and cozying up to his back in a big spoon position. Whether still asleep or beginning to wake up, he nuzzled against me gently, welcoming my touch. His cat Pebbles lay curled up at the foot of the bed, motionless and cute. I maneuvered my feet against her as I pressed my face against Ryan's back, feeling warmth from both of them. Moments like this are what I live for.

We laid like that for some time before Ryan stirred, rolled over, and looked at me sleepily. "Good morning, baby bro."

"'Morning, big bro!" I kissed his cheek.

"Lemme check your diaper." I felt him groping around below, squeezing my crotch and my butt. "Soaked as usual. We can wait a little bit to change you, though." He rested his hand on my padded butt and held me like a toddler for a while, kissing my forehead and stroking my hair as he woke up. Finally, he began to disentangle himself from me and make his way out of the warm bed. "I have to pee. Meet me in your room, and I'll change you."

I did as instructed, and we finally started our day. We both had to get ready for work, although that looked completely different for the two of us. For Ryan, it meant taking a shower while I fixed breakfast for the two of us. Despite my infantile tendencies, I'm a pretty capable cook, and I pull my weight around the apartment pretty well, doing quite a bit of the cooking and cleaning out of gratitude for the way Ryan takes care of me. He walked into the kitchen fully dressed and sat down just as I put his plate on the table, and we dug in. Pebbles sat on the counter and watched us intently before jumping down and rubbing against our legs, earning some pets as we ate. Once the food was gone, Ryan poured some milk into a large baby bottle and sat on the couch. I put my head on his lap while he fed me my milk. This is the last of our usual morning routine. He holds my head in his lap and pets me while I take my baba. It's very relaxing for both of us, and it helps us ease into our days. Once the bottle was empty, Ryan hugged me and burped me, and then he got his stuff and left for work.

I got to work too. As I said earlier, I sell pictures and videos of myself online, and I treat it just like a job, create new content almost every day. I started by taking several pictures in a dinosaur onesie and a pair of light denim shortalls. I took different positions, standing, sitting, lying down. Then I began to take my clothes off, taking more pics as the shortalls came off, leaving me in my onesie, my thick diaper peeking out at the crotch. Finally, I undid the snaps and took the onesie off, taking several more pictures of me in just my diaper, which I'd wet quite a bit by now. All along, I popped my pacifier and bottle in and out of my mouth, sometimes drinking from my bottle.

After a while, I felt pressure in my stomach. I switched my camera to video mode and set it up, assuming my position several feet away so my face would be in view. The light came on, telling me the camera was recording, and I started acting. "Uh-oh! I haffa go poopie! I haffa go weal bad! I not hold it! I not-- I-- I go poooopiiieee!" I turned around as I let go, letting the camera see the back of my diaper sag and droop as it started to fill with my mess. I grunted and groaned loudly, playing up what was happening for the camera, making it as obvious and audible as possible. I pushed the rest of it out into my padding, feeling the mess collect into what already felt like a large pile, and then looked back over my shoulder at the camera while rubbing my diaper. "I made messy. Who wan' change me?!" I then walked to the camera and ended the video, knowing where I'd want to edit it later, and then I set it aside and went to my room to clean up.

Cleaning up after a messy diaper is the hardest part for almost any ABDL. It took me a long time and a lot of mistakes to get it right. I laid a towel down on my bed, set my container of wipes beside it, and pulled on a pair of latex gloves. Then I laid down, being careful not to spread the mess around any further, untaped my dirty diaper, and started wiping myself off. It took several minutes of holding my feet in the air and reaching between my thighs to wipe myself off, and even once I was done I wasn't completely clean. I balled the used diaper, all the wipes, and the gloves up, taped it shut, and dropped it into my large diaper pail (which completely locks in the odor) and went to take a shower. While I lathered up, I listened to some music I'd cranked up and thought about Daddy Andy, who'd promised he'd change my messy diapers, and longed for the day I didn't have to do all that myself anymore.