Two Again: Chapter 3 (sample story)

Cody spent the next 30 minutes or so exploring the various nooks and crannies of Daddy’s yard, kicking pine cones, looking for cool sticks, and playing with the small collection of outdoor toys Daddy had bought for him, which included a big blue hopper ball, a set of jumbo plastic blocks, and a fake plastic lawn mower, among other things. As he wheeled the lawn mower aimlessly about the grass in front of the patio, where Daddy was reclined comfortably on a lounge chair, reading his book, Cody suddenly felt a familiar pressure building in his lower belly. It was probably due to all the physical activity; Cody’s bowels often became more active once he was up and moving, and this morning was certainly no exception. In fact, Cody could tell that his diaper was in store for something big. It only took a few more steps for the pressure to grow to the point where it was impossible to ignore. Cody slowed to a stop and glanced toward the patio. He had hoped to see Daddy buried in his book, but instead found that he was being watched.

Daddy grinned and gave Cody a good-natured wave. “How’s it goin’ over there, buddy? Makin’ sure the grass is nice and short so Daddy doesn’t have to mow it this weekend?”

There it was again--that agonizingly sweet condescension at which Daddy was so adept, the kind that made him want to wiggle with delight and hide his face with embarrassment all at once.

Cody stared back blankly for a brief moment, trying to decide what his next move would be. He couldn’t go poopy yet. Not with Daddy watching. He had only just begun his outdoor adventures, and the last thing he wanted was a diaper change interrupting all the fun. I gotta wait ‘til he isn’t looking, Cody thought. He had tried on multiple occasions to fill his diaper without Daddy noticing in order to squeeze in a few extra minutes of playtime. But no matter how hard he tried to look and act natural while it was happening, Daddy somehow always managed to see through the charade, even before the smell hit. Just hold it a little longer, Cody urged himself. Don’t let him know something’s up.

“Vroooom!” Cody blurted through his pacifier, breaking into a clumsy run. His diaper crinkled audibly as he pushed the lawn mower away from the patio with a renewed vigor.

He heard Daddy chuckle behind him as he waddled away. It seemed as though the tactic had worked for now, but Cody knew his time was limited. Though he tried his best to ignore it, the pressure in his gut only heightened as he started to move again. By the time he reached the edge of the lawn, some fifty feet to the left of the patio, he had already begun to feel the telltale tingling sensation in his rectum that usually marked the point of no return. He turned back in the direction of the patio. The distance made it hard to tell for sure, but it looked like Daddy had turned his eyes back to his book. It’s now or never. Still pushing the lawn mower, Cody took two small steps toward the patio and then paused.

Three weeks ago, this would have been the point at which Cody assumed his “potty position,” as Daddy liked to call it, resting his palms on his knees and dropping into a deep squat, his brow wrinkled in concentration. Filling his diaper came so much easier to Cody now then it had then. Though he had indulged in ageplay on his own plenty of times before he met Daddy, he had always limited his diaper usage to wetting. He had toyed with the idea of messing on a few occasions, but had never summoned the courage to do it, partially due to never having sufficient privacy and partially out of fear that he might end up disgusted with himself afterward. Daddy had been attentive to this in the weeks leading up to Cody’s stay. He made it clear that he generally preferred his Littles to use their diapers for their full intended purpose, and he encouraged Cody to at least give it a try, but ultimately left the decision up to Cody whether he would use his diapers or the potty for number two. In the end, Cody opted to start off fully non-potty-trained but reserved the right to go back to using the toilet if dirty diapers turned out to be too much for him. Daddy, always patient and respectful of Cody’s limits, happily agreed. He had known Littles that were apprehensive about messing before, and in his experience they generally came around to it, especially when they knew someone would be there to care for them and clean them up afterward. Cody had proved to be no different. There was a bit of a transition period at first--Cody had initially found it difficult to surrender to the whims of his bowels. It was against every instinct that had been etched into his brain as a kid transitioning out of diapers. Even when the need to poop was urgent, his natural reaction was to tighten up and hold it rather than relax and allow nature to take its course. Hence the need for the aforementioned “potty position.” Shortly after lunch on the first day of Cody’s stay, Daddy had walked into the living room to find Cody, dressed in his blue Paw Patrol onesie, crouched down behind the couch, grunting, staring at him like a deer in the headlights.

“Pee-yew! Smells like someone needs his diaper changed,” Daddy had taunted gently, playing on Cody’s affinity for mild humiliation. Cody’s cheeks had flushed as he finished his grunting and sat down on the floor, nodding his head timidly.

From that point on, Cody had become quite the little stinker. Filling his diaper was no longer a strange and scary experience. It was now one of his favorite parts of regression. and over the last three weeks with Daddy, it had become such a normal part of life that Cody now had just as much difficulty preventing himself from pooping his pants as he’d had forcing himself to do it in the beginning.

And that’s where Cody had found himself this morning: struggling to keep his diaper empty for just a little while longer, hoping Daddy would turn his attention to his novel long enough for him to go poopy without Daddy noticing and continue playing uninterrupted. Fairly certain that Daddy wasn’t watching, Cody quickly went into shallow crouch, bending his knees slightly and leaning forward on the handle of the lawn mower. The reaction was immediate and almost involuntary: Cody’s sphincter muscles relaxed, allowing the massive load in his bowels to begin sliding out into his diaper. He again started suckling on his pacifier, feeling the back of his diaper expand and grow heavier as the pressure in his gut finally alleviated itself, sending waves of sweet relief washing over him. Cody’s suspicion had been correct--this poopy was no small matter. Like chocolate from a piping bag, it came and came, enveloping Cody’s bottom and oozing its way down between his legs toward his crotch. After what must have been a full 20 seconds, the flow of poop subsided and Cody stood up straight again. He lifted his right leg briefly, then his left, getting a read on just how full his diaper now was. Thank goodness for these shorts, he thought to himself. A mess this big would surely cause a fair amount of diaper droopage, which would be near impossible hide from Daddy if the diaper were exposed.

As Cody pondered his luck, the smell wafted over him. This was another aspect of dirty diapers that Cody had unexpectedly grown fond of. Before his stay with Daddy, he had been worried about how he would handle having to smell his own feces for extended periods of time on a daily basis. It had taken a few days to grow accustomed to it, but once he did he came to embrace the stink. Beyond being associated with the pleasant feeling of having a loaded diaper, Cody liked how it served as a constant reminder of what he’d just done--a reminder that he was no longer in control, that he needed his diapers just as much as any real two- or three-year-old.

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Daddy giggled to himself as he watched Cody cheerfully push his lawn mower back across the grass toward the center of the yard. Little diaper blaster thinks he got away with it.

He had seen Cody stop at the edge of the lawn out of the corner of his eye and peered over the top of his book to see what was going on. He had known something was up the first time Cody paused his lawn mowing half a minute earlier, and now he knew what it was. Cody had looked over in his direction again, evidently trying to make sure the coast was clear. That’s when Daddy had seen the potty squat, subtle and stealthful yet unmistakable for someone like Daddy, who had cared for many Littles and seen endless varieties of pants-pooping positions. No doubt the big dinner he’d fed Cody last night had caught up with him. That much was abundantly clear. Cody had been bent over so long it looked as if someone had hit the pause button on him.

Oof. That’s gonna be fun to deal with, Daddy thought when Cody finally stood up straight again. Do I change his diaper right now or do I wait? He was just getting to the exciting part of his novel, and Cody was having so much fun playing…. I’ll give it a few more minutes.

It wouldn’t be the first time Daddy had let Cody spend a little extra time in a dirty diaper. He usually liked to let Cody get all his energy out before his diaper changes, and by now Cody had spent enough time with poop in his pants to be accustomed to the feeling, even enjoy it. His eyes followed Cody as the Little man made his way over to his jumbo blocks and plopped his bottom down in the grass

“Squish,” Daddy muttered to himself, smirking. Poopy diaper and all, Cody seemed happy as a clam.

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Daddy’s assessment was correct. Cody was in seventh heaven, the combination of outdoor playtime and a fully loaded diaper having driven him deeper into Little space than he had ever been before. He paid no attention to the minutes ticking by. He had stopped thinking ahead to what was in store for the remainder of the day: his eventual diaper change, lunch, dinner, bedtime. His mind was entirely in the present, and his thoughts focused solely on his blocks. He played the way any two- or three-year-old would, sitting on his bottom with his legs spread, stacking blocks between them, completing one tower before crawling over to a different spot to build the next, giggling as he knocked them over once they were tall enough. Though he was still fully aware of the mess in his diaper--the squishing and oozing he felt with each movement was enough to prevent him from forgetting about it--he was not bothered by it in the slightest. It had once been a strange, almost unsettling feeling, as it would be for any fully potty trained adult. But now, after three weeks of pooping his diapers on a daily basis, the sensation felt natural, familiar, almost comforting. No matter how wet or full his diaper was, no matter how strong the smell, Cody could comfortably go about his toddler business undeterred.

Some twenty minutes later, just as he was beginning construction on another tower, Cody heard footsteps in the grass behind him. Remaining seated, he peered over his shoulder to see Daddy approaching.

“Having fun Little man?” Daddy asked as he drew closer.

Cody knew that there was no hiding his poopy diaper anymore. If Daddy wasn’t already aware of it, the smell would surely tell him all he needed to know. Sure enough, within seconds of kneeling down beside Cody, Daddy nose wrinkled.

“Hmmmm.... I think I smell something stinky,” Daddy said with a sniff. “What do you think that could be, Cody?”

Cody stared up at Daddy blankly, knowing his secret had been discovered, yet for some reason not wanting to admit it. A smile appeared on Daddy’s lips. He loved to make a big show out of it when Cody pooped his pants, and he knew Cody enjoyed it too.

“Ya know what….” Daddy stroked his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “It kind of smells like a poopy diaper.” The words made Cody blush again. Daddy noticed, and his smile widened. “Cody, do you have something to tell Daddy?” he teased. “Did you make boom-boom in your diaper?”

This usually would have been the point at which Cody confessed, but just as he was about to nod his head, a mischievous thought came to his mind.

“Mmm-mmm,” Cody uttered through his pacifier, shaking his head exaggeratedly from side to side.

Daddy raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

Cody continued to stare up at Daddy timidly, wondering if he would devise some type of punishment for the obvious lie he just told.

“Well, I definitely smell a stinky diaper, and you’re the only one here who still poops his pants, so maybe Daddy should check your diaper just to make sure,” Daddy said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Before Cody could react, Daddy’s arm had wrapped its way under his left armpit and around his chest, hoisting him upward. Once Cody was nearly on his feet, he felt Daddy lift the back of his shirt and slip a finger beneath the rear waistband of his diaper, which had been peeking out over his shorts. Cody’s Little feelings surged once again. They often did during diaper checks. The procedure was hardly necessary this time around--Cody’s need for a change was painfully obvious--but Daddy rarely missed an opportunity to check Cody’s diaper, even if it was just for the drama. It was his way of reminding Cody of his place, reinforcing the fact that Cody was no longer potty trained. Nothing says “You still poop your pants” quite like having Daddy scoop you up and tug open the back of your diaper to look for stinkies.

“Oh yeah, that’s a full diaper if I’ve ever seen one,” Daddy chided. “Come on, Mr. Poopybutt, let’s go get you changed before you stink up the whole neighborhood.”

A couple minutes later, Cody found himself back where he’d been earlier that morning: strapped down on the changing table with his teddy bear in his arms. Daddy got to work right away, popping open the crotch snaps on Cody’s shorts, lifting his legs in the air, and sliding the shorts up to Cody’s chest, out of the way. Cody looked at the mirror and caught a glimpse of his visibly soiled diaper, tinted brown around the leg gathers and bulging outward, straining to keep the mess contained. He felt the contents of his diaper squish again as Daddy lowered his feet to the changing table. Cody savored the feeling, squirming and stretching his legs in satisfaction. He loved the anticipation that came before a diaper change. It made him feel so completely regressed--lying on his back, fully relaxed and deep in Little space, patiently waiting for Daddy to take care of whatever frightful thing he had just done to his diaper. It was a privilege only real toddlers got to enjoy, and now he got to enjoy it too.

The smell had grown stronger after Daddy removed Cody’s shorts and exposed his diaper to the open air. If his room didn’t smell like a nursery before, it did now. The musty odor of Cody’s poopy diaper had mingled with the sweet, mellow scents of baby lotion and talcum powder that usually pervaded throughout the room. Cody knew the smell wouldn’t be permanent, and he was thankful for it, but he did find himself enjoying the atmosphere it created. This is what your room smells like when you’re a little baby who still goes poopy in his diapers. The thought made Cody start suckling on his pacifier again.

A fresh diaper and booster in hand, and lotion and powder at the ready, Daddy unfastened the front tapes of Cody’s diaper and folded it open.

“Pee-yew! That’s one stinky diaper alright!” Daddy teased, giving Cody’s nose a playful squeeze. “Let’s get that bum cleaned up.”

Daddy lifted Cody’s legs in the air again and used the front end of the dirty diaper to give Cody’s rear end a preliminary swab. Next came the wipes. Cody nonchalantly suckled on his pacifier and played with his teddy bear as he felt Daddy carefully clean the poopy from his nether regions. Once finished, Daddy gently bent Cody’s legs back toward his head, lifting his bottom and lower back up off the changing table so that the dirty diaper could be pulled out from under him. After everything had been wrapped securely and discarded in the diaper pail, Daddy slathered a thick layer of baby lotion over Cody’s genitals, crotch, and bottom before applying a similarly generous amount of powder to the same areas. Cody basked in the redolent aromas of toddlerhood as the clouds of baby powder settled over him, gradually covering up the lingering stench of his poopy diaper.

No more than a minute later, the nursery’s smell had returned to normal and Cody was wrapped securely in his new diaper. This one was a bit thicker than the last, white with single tapes and a cute Elmo design on the front. The booster was also a bit bulkier than the previous one. Cody had been deeper in Little space than ever before this morning, and Daddy figured a thicker diaper would help ensure he stayed there.

Soon Cody’s shorts were back down around his waist, the crotch snapped shut again. Daddy unfastened the restraint strap and sat Cody up on the edge of the changing table. Cody looked down at his crotch, observing with satisfaction the telltale bulge beneath the denim of his shorts. He smiled through his pacifier. Even when his diaper was covered, there was still no hiding it.

He cheerfully hopped to the floor and waddled over toward his playpen, where some of his favorite stuffed animals awaited him. He felt rejuvenated, light and free, no longer burdened by the heavy load he’d been carrying in his pants minutes earlier. As much as Cody enjoyed the feeling of being poopy, a new diaper was euphoric in its own way. It was like showering for the first time after a long camping trip. The adventure had been a thrill, certainly worth having to be utterly filthy for a time. That was part of the fun. But there was a sort of innate delight that came with casting away that filth, finally being able to enjoy the often taken-for-granted feeling of being clean again. Just as there were certain joys only a thoroughly used diaper could provide, there were also feelings only a fresh diaper could allow Cody to experience: the soft, pillowy texture against his skin, the loud, crisp crinkle he heard with each movement, the little puffs of baby powder that sometimes escaped when he sat down or rolled over. He enjoyed each one of these sensations as he waded clumsily into the heaping pile of pillows and stuffed animals in his playpen, looking for one that would catch his fancy. He eventually settled on the large white lamb with buttons for eyes and a comically large red bow tie around its neck. He picked it up and turned around to see Daddy closing the playpen gate, smiling at him.

“Ok bud, you play here for a while while Daddy gets some lunch ready. Then after that it’ll probably be time for your nap, huh?” Daddy posed it as if it were a question, but Cody knew the itinerary was essentially set in stone. He wasn’t in charge of his days any longer. He was a two again, and a two-year-old simply abides by the plans Daddy makes. All Cody had to worry about was playing when it was playtime, eating when it was mealtime, and sleeping when it was naptime or bedtime. No more schedules, no more shopping, or work, or chores…. Even the simplest of adult responsibilities--using the toilet--was no longer a concern. If he needed to go peepee or poopy, he could simply use his diaper. That’s what it was there for, after all. The thought was so thoroughly comforting. He was a toddler now, at least until classes started again in a two weeks, but there was no need to think about that at the moment. Two weeks might as well have been an eternity in Cody’s regressed state of mind.

“Okay Daddy!” Cody chirped through his pacifier as he plopped himself down amid his stuffed animals and began to play again.

Daddy’s smile widened as he turned to stroll out of the nursery. They grow young so fast, don’t they?

The End