The Littlest Little Boy

Baby’s 1st Christmas

Amidst the festive hustle of Christmas shopping, Marlene, already in full Christmas mode with her daughter Audrey and her reluctant son-in-law Tommy attached to her hip , suddenly froze as a faint, foul odor assailed her nostrils—a scent she vividly remembered from Audrey’s baby years. "Audrey, hold on! I think your husband did something in his diaper! I smell poop!" Marlene casually announced, her voice cutting through the cheerful mall music as she stopped feeling the back of his Pamper. "Tommy, did you poop?" she pressed, as the former man shook his head in denial, sucking his pacifier intently. "Mom, I better check! Tommy is quite the little fibber now, even more so than when he was a big boy!" Audrey replied, bending down to sniff her husband's bottom, wrinkling her nose in disgust before pulling out the elastic waistband and peeking inside to survey the damage. "Pew yew! Stinky boy! Did baby make a big stinky for mommy and Nana? Yes, he dids!" Audrey cooed, tickling her husband's belly, which caused him to giggle and unknowingly wet his Pamper as his mother-in-law adjusted him on her hip, completely unfazed. With a shared glance of exasperated affection, the women accepted their unique holiday challenge, already looking to find a changing station amidst the twinkling lights and sale racks.

“Mom, do you mind? I think I saw the ladies’ room by the food court!” Audrey pleaded, her voice a rush of urgency as she explained her need to grab Tommy’s Christmas outfit from Cheerful Changes before closing, leaving Marlene to calmly take charge of the wailing baby and his undeniably full diaper. With a knowing smile, Marlene warmly replied, “Of course not, dear! I think I can handle one poopy diaper!” before slinging her son-in-law’s bulky diaper bag over her shoulder. Audrey, after a quick peck on her husband’s forehead and a playful warning to “be good for Nana,” scurried away, instantly triggering a fresh wave of wails from Tommy. Cradling him tight, Marlene began to rock and singsong, “Sshhh, it’s okay, baby boy, Mommy will be back before you know it! Now, let’s go change that bumbum!” As she carried the "big baby" towards the food court, every eye in the bustling mall seemed to navigate towards them, causing Tommy to nurse his pacifier with extra vigor, yet Marlene stood tall and proud, her smile radiating a perfectly normal confidence. With an air of serene grandmotherly authority, she guided Tommy into the ladies' room, unfazed by the public's curious stares, ready to tackle the task at hand.

With the ease of an experienced mother and grandmother, Marlene deftly navigated the bustling women's restroom, making a beeline for the expansive changing station with her adult son-in-law, Tommy, in tow. Ignoring the curious glances and hushed snickers from other patrons, Marlene efficiently unzipped Tommy's Winnie the Pooh diaper bag, spreading the familiar changing mat before gently positioning the disgruntled forty-year-old on its cartoon-covered surface. With a practiced ease that belied the unusual circumstances, she untaped Tommy's Pamper, revealing a truly "gigantic load of poop" and his "tiny hairless peepee" standing at attention, causing her to wrinkle her nose instinctively. "Oh, yucky baby!" she cooed, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And look at that wittle peepee! No wonder mommy put you back in Pampers!" Tommy's face crumpled, a loud wail escaping him as he protested, "No me biwg boys!" even as he began to pee, prompting Marlene to humorously pull the Pamper back up until he was done. "Yes, Nana forgot baby Tommy is a big boy!" she chuckled, before swiftly lifting his bum to wipe away the worst of the mess with the soiled diaper's front, then meticulously cleaning him with a generous supply of baby wipes and discarding the rolled-up Pamper. Finally, Marlene grabbed a fresh Big Bird and Oscar the Grouch emblazoned Pamper, coating Tommy's sensitive areas with Desitin and a liberal dusting of baby powder before taping the large disposable snugly in place, much to his audible displeasure, just as Audrey entered, beaming with a new bag from Cheerful Changes.

Dare #2 - "Get a messy diaper knee bouncing on Mommy's knee!"

(Submitted by @paddedweeb)

Mama-Bear loved this one, but it was so icky!! I was yucky from back to belly-button by the time she finally put me down again... And trying to keep a straight face in the window while thanksgiving dinner gets mashed into your backside is no joke! 😖

“Come over here boy! Don’t be shy now, we’ve talked about this” Daddy yelled from across the yard, “We’re all waiting”.

You walked outside, in your babyish appearance, as slowly as possible.

“Is that… Phil?” a friend of Daddy’s asked him, a friend you knew from before.

“Philly, he goes by only Philly now” Daddy corrected him with a pat on the friend’s shoulder.

“I knew you are a guiding figure for him, for a lot of stuff, even a father figure,” the friend said but Daddy interrupted him.

“A daddy figure will be more precise,” he said, laughing.

With every step, you felt your diaper was crinkling. Daddy dressed you for today’s launch in your night diaper, to make your butt more obvious and babyish for his friend. You held your favorite stuffy closer, sucking your paci faster, a little bit anxiously. You agreed to this, you knew your new daddy wanted to take your relationship another step forward. You felt like his boy, and he wanted to introduce you to the people in his life, as his boy. For so long he had been there for you, and now you wanted to be there for him, make him happy and proud, of you and himself. He became such a good Daddy to you, and you loved him for that.

“He’s a bit shy, look at him! But we wanted you to know, as our friend, as my friend, that Philly needs my help all around, so we decided not only that I will be his Daddy and treat him as a baby from now on, but if he wants to learn and be a big boy in society one day, he needs to let other people see him as the baby that he truly is. This is why we invited you today” Daddy explained to his friend. “Remember when we talked about Philly and his problems, and you suggested that I should make him a little project of mine, well, I did”.

“And look at him now Daddy, you boy is such a cute little fella,” Daddy’s friend said and smiled at you. “You are so cute I want you to sit on my lap the entire launch,” he said to you as he reached with his hand to yours.

Daddy smiled at you and nodded his head. Another man saw you as a baby, not only him.

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It was early morning, and soft lights got through the shades of your nursery. They moved you there recently after you were surprised with this new project. They thought it was time to take your new lifestyle to new and necessary heights. You weren’t seen as a man anymore. You acted, dressed, and treated around the house as a toddler at most. A nursery with a crib was a natural step.

You woke up slowly, after a long deep sleep. They tucked you in around 9:00 pm. You slept so heavily that you thought you wet yourself more than usual because your thick diaper felt heavier around your waist. You were on your belly, hugging your teddy bear, still sucking on your relaxing pacifier.

“Good morning” “Good morning sexy” You heard voices from your recent master bedroom. Where you used to sleep on a king-size bed and have grown-up sex. But they moved you, like a kid, to this babyish room, a nursery. Now they slept in the master bedroom, and you were not. You were the master of this house, and then you were not.

Your belly began to ache, you needed to go number two in your diaper soon.

“Do you want to go check on the baby?” “No need, if he’ll need us we’ll hear the baby monitor. Now turn to your back, fuck you are so sexy.” The voices and bed noises came from across the hall.

You also turned to lay on your back, still holding your bear, still sucking your pacifier. Your bowels were starting to rumble.

“Legs up!” A deep sexy voice came from the grown-ups.

You also raised your knees towards the chest, knowing the best babyish position to let it go in your diaper.

A grunting noise came from the baby monitor. “Don’t worry about him, he must be just pooping his diaper, ignore the big baby”

You grunted in your crib, making noises. They moaned in the master bedroom, making noises.

You pushed. They pushed. You sucked. They sucked. You hugged your teddy bear. They held each other. You made your final effort and pooped your diaper. They made their final efforts and had incredible orgasms. You were sticky. They were sticky.

Your natural baby instincts made you cry for a change behind your pacifier. You were heard from the baby monitor.

“Let him cry for a bit, he has to learn we won’t run to every cry, or he’ll be such a needy baby”