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“I don’t need this, Daddy.” And Sky didn’t, not really. It was all part of the game.
“Of course you do. All babies need diapers, sweetheart. All you need to worry your sweet little mind about is playing with your toys now. No more asking Daddy to take you to the potty,” Prapai said matter of factly as he fastened the last tape.
Sky’s face was a pretty shade of crimson as Prapai pulled him up by the hands, the diaper crinkling loudly his entire way up. Prapai didn’t even leave his pants on the bed while he changed Sky out of his undies, throwing them right into the dirty laundry basket as soon as he removed them from his body.
“Nakey, Daddy,” Sky whined. His Daddy knew how much he hated not wearing clothes.
“Not nakey, baby Sky. You have a diaper,” he said matter of factly again. Sky was growing tired of that tone.
“Pants,” Sky demanded, crossing his arms in front of him.
Prapai only mirrored the action though. “No pants.”
Sky let out an angry huff, but he realized he wasn’t going to win this argument, so he hopped off the bed and let himself out of the bedroom. His toys were in the living room waiting for him to resume the game that he was in the middle of before he was so rudely plucked off of the floor and made to put on the stupid diaper.
Sky didn’t need them, but he sure did want them, and so did Prapai.
It was quite comfortable if he must admit, the padding soft around his bottom. The floor was no longer unbearable to sit on, he could sit all the way down without folding his feet underneath himself. He didn’t like how the tile was freezing cold against his bare legs, a problem that could have been solved with pants, but it wasn’t so bad when his body heat warmed up the spot.
Sky played for what felt like hours as Prapai completed random chores around the house, diligently filling Sky’s sippy cup whenever it appeared to be running low. Prapai never let him have so much apple juice in his life, but Sky wasn’t about to say something and possibly be denied his most favorite drink in the world if Prapai wasn’t aware of just how many cups Sky had already had.
It was when he felt a sharp pain in his bladder that he realized it was most definitely intentional. Under normal circumstances, this would be where Sky would yell for Prapai, his body only alerting him that he had to go moments before he would go, voluntarily or not. Which was a big reason they got the diapers in the first place. Sky had been having accidents, too absorbed in playing to realize that he needed to pee.
He didn’t have to yell for Prapai though, because he could just go right now, right?
Something about it felt off though, probably having to do with the fact that every time he went pee pee in the living room it was accompanied with wet clothes and even wetter cheeks, unable to stop the tears that came with the humiliation of having an accident.
So he still called for Prapai.
“Daddy!” he yelled, panicking. And Prapai could recognize that tone anywhere, his muscle memory almost kicking in and rushing to pick his baby up and run him to the potty. But he soon remembered he didn’t have to do that this time.
Still, he walked over to Sky and knelt down next to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Sky?” he asked, waiting to see if Sky needed to tap out or not.
“Pee pee!” he said, giving Prapai a desperate look before scrunching his eyes shut the same way he always does when he’s struggling to hold it.
“You’ve got your diaper, baby. Just let go, it’ll feel so good to get that all out.”
“Sure?” Sky asked, even though it looked like he was already losing the battle.
“I’m so sure, baby. You can do it. Let go of your pee pee for Daddy.”
With Prapai’s permission, Sky’s body didn’t need his own anymore, and he immediately let go. The front of his diaper soon filled with his pee, puddling against his balls before the padding absorbed it. He cracked open his eyes just in time to see the way the front of his diaper bloomed with yellow wetness and he knew Prapai saw it too when the older man sucked in a sharp gasp.
“Daddy, pee pee,” Sky said as he pulled the top of his diaper further into his tummy so that he could curl down and see more of the bulk between his legs.
“I see, Sky. You’re doing such a good job, such a good boy,” Prapai praised breathlessly, and Sky glanced up at him to see him in a daze, his mouth slightly ajar as he watched Sky flood his diaper.
When he finished, Sky wiggled around on his bum a few times, rubbing his skin into the padding that barely felt wet at all.
“Dry,” Sky stated, which earned him a chuckle.
“You’re definitely not dry anymore, sweetheart. But I’m sure it can take more than that, so if you feel dry then we won’t change you yet. If you start feeling yucky down there, let me know and I’ll change you, okay?”
Sky nodded in agreement, promising that he would let Prapai know if he felt uncomfortable before returning to his toys. Prapai went to his work bag to retrieve his laptop, telling Sky that he was going to get some work done as he sat down at the table.
Sky played with his toys again, something he could do for hours. Pretending was one of Sky’s favorite things. Prapai could turn on a cartoon or a movie and Sky would completely ignore it in favor of making up intricate stories for his action figures and dolls. Sometimes he would take inspiration from whatever was on the TV, but that was usually it. It was convenient for times like these where Prapai needed to work. Even on the rare days where he took Sky to the office with him, he could pack a few of Sky’s smaller dolls and the boy would be set for the rest of the day.
Sky played and played and played, and he had no plans of stopping until his tummy started to hurt, a painful cramp taking him out of the zone. He tried to continue, but it was too much for him to focus, soft whimpers sneaking out every time Sky tried to make one of the toys speak.
He should tell his Daddy. He knew exactly what this tummy ache is going to lead to, and he wasn’t quite sure Prapai would want to deal with that. It was embarrassing though. Sky didn’t want to tell his Daddy that he had to do that.
So he settled on being vague.
“Daddy?” he called in the direction of the table.
“Hm,” Prapai hummed back, not paying any attention at all, which made Sky feel even worse.
“Haf’ta potty,” Sky muttered, not even sure his Daddy would listen at this point.
“You have a diaper to potty in, baby,” Prapai responded, giving Sky a quick once over. Apparently Sky didn’t look nearly as bad as he felt because he returned his attention to his laptop.
Sky wasn’t quite sure he wanted to use his diaper, especially when Prapai was ignoring him. But another cramp had him whimpering, and without hardly any warning Sky felt it.
His poop was pressing hard against his hole, begging to be let out. All the apple juice he had not only made his pee pee go right through him, but his poopy was now begging to get out too, and just like earlier Sky didn’t think he had enough time to get to the potty.
He debated his options. He could safeword, Prapai would be by his side instantly and take him to the potty and he wouldn’t have to wear a diaper ever again if he didn’t want to.
Or he could just go. He could stop clenching his cheeks and let it all flow out of him, just like he had before with his pee pee.
Sky’s mind was made up for him when another cramp wracked through him, drawing a loud, long whine out of him. Prapai completely ignored it, tapping away on his keyboard. It made Sky angry, he was clearly in pain and Prapai couldn’t care less! If he wasn’t going to pay any attention to Sky, then maybe he deserved to change a messy diaper as a punishment. Daddy wasn’t the only one who could give those out.
He couldn’t just go in the middle of the room though. No, Sky couldn’t risk Prapai noticing. That was just far too embarrassing, even more than going potty in a diaper.
He crawled over to the farthest side of the couch from where Prapai was. There was a little gap between the arm of the couch and the wall, just the right size for Sky to squat down and be perfectly hidden.
As he backed into his hiding space, he realized that this position really put a lot of pressure on his bum, everything inside screaming at him to be let out.
He took a few deep breaths, steadying himself and convincing himself that it was okay. He was wearing a diaper, Prapai was right there, everything was going to be fine.
Sky could still hear the rapid clacking of Prapai’s fingers against his keyboard as a little fart escaped his hole. The diaper muffled most of it, and Sky was grateful. Prapai hadn’t noticed him whining, but he usually liked to tease Sky when he let out toots around him and he definitely wouldn’t pass up the chance if he heard that.
A couple more puffs of air came out around the log that was still pressing incessantly against his hole, and then he was sure that the next thing out would be that.
Sky was very good at being quiet when he needed to, but he never realized how difficult it was to poop silently until now. Holding back his little grunts as he started pushing wasn’t easy, but he managed well enough for the first log to push past his rim.
Sky was officially pooping in his diaper.
His hole stretched and stretched around the thick log as it slowly crept out of him. Sky’s eyes were squeezed shut and his hands clenched and unclenched around his shins with the effort of holding in all his noises.
It was all too late when Sky finally realized that the typing had stopped, and suddenly Prapai was calling out for him. Sky remained silent, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before his Daddy came looking for him.
Sky pushed harder, trying to get his poopy out faster, but with his effort a little strained grunt escaped him, and his heart sank when he heard Prapai chuckle.
“I see what you meant when you said you had to potty, baby,” Prapai said as he continued looking around, now aware that Sky was still somewhere in the living room, but still not quite sure exactly where. “Where are you hiding, sweetheart?”
Sky couldn’t let Prapai know, so he kept quiet. He did poke his head up a bit, peeking out to see how far away Prapai was. He wasn’t expecting Prapai to immediately meet his eyes, a smile overtaking his face as Sky yelped and ducked back down. It startled Sky so bad that he pinched off the tiny bit of the first log that was hanging out of him.
He heard Prapai’s footsteps against the tile as he approached the couch, and Sky could do nothing but bury his face in his hands. He still had to go so badly, so there was no way he could run.
“There you are,” Prapai cooed as he knelt down in front of Sky, still giving him enough space to breathe but close enough to be a comforting presence. Or it would be comforting, if Sky were doing anything other than pooping.
Sky jumped when Prapai’s hands circled around his wrists and gently tugged his hands away, forcing Sky to face him. He kept his eyes downcast, but Prapai just couldn’t let that slide and he forced Sky to look up at him with a gentle finger hooked under his chin.
“Are you going potty, baby?” he asked, as if it weren’t obvious.
Sky nodded, followed by a small, “poopy.”
“I can see that. And smell it, you’re quite stinky,” Prapai laughed. Sky tried to cover himself with his hands again, but Prapai wouldn’t let him. “I don’t mind, Sky. If you need to go poopy then you need to go poopy. Daddy will change you when you’re all done.”
Sky looked up at him again, skeptical. “Really?”
Prapai held out a pinky with the most sincere look on his face, and Sky linked his own in Prapai’s. “Really, baby. Now, keep going. Daddy wants to watch.”
Sky let out an embarrassed whine, but he was starting to get rather uncomfortable with the log pressing incessantly at his hole, barely able to be contained despite Sky not even pushing.
His eyes scrunched closed and he clenched his teeth together as he pushed hard, his hands still in his Daddy’s. Prapai gave him a small squeeze, and Sky squeezed back twice as hard.
“You don’t have to be so quiet, Sky. Let Daddy hear you,”
It took a moment, but Sky stopped trying to hold everything in anymore. Prapai already knew, there was no point in trying to further hide what he was doing. He let himself grunt, and he was sure his face was beet red by the time he finally managed to squeeze the rest of the first piece out of him.
His diaper sagged quite a bit, the hefty log weighing it down. But Sky wasn’t done yet, another one already at his hole ready to be let out.
“More, Daddy,” Sky informed Prapai as he began pushing again.
“I’m sure, baby Sky. You had lots of apple juice today.”
This one was much softer than the last one, a lot easier to push out. He could feel the way it coiled in his diaper, filling it so full that it began pressing up between his cheeks. His grunts got louder as he had to work harder to make room.
Sky paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and he looked up into Prapai’s eyes. He expected disgust, hate, anything of those sorts. What he didn’t expect was to see Prapai looking at him the way he always did, like Sky was the prettiest boy in the whole universe. Even when he was pooping in their living room.
Before Sky strained again, he moved his hands from Prapai’s hands to his thighs, bracing himself for his next big push. They were much closer now that Sky was leaning into Prapai, and after sucking in a breath, Prapai brought his hands up to Sky’s elbows, helping him balance.
“You still gotta go?” Prapai asked softly, to which Sky nodded and began pushing again.
There wasn’t much left, it all came out at once with a few messy farts. His face flushed at the sound and wanted to bury his face in Prapai’s neck when he started giggling, never immune to Sky’s toots, no matter the circumstance.
“All done, Daddy,” Sky whispered.
“What a good baby I have. A stinky baby too, my goodness,” Prapai said with a laugh. Sky whined and tried to pull away, but Prapai wouldn’t let him, instead pulling him in for a hug as best as he could in the tiny space. “Don’t pull away, I don’t mind. I love you just as much with a stinky bottom as I do when you have a clean one. How about we go make it clean again though?”
“Daddy help?” Sky asked, aware that Prapai cleaning him was supposed to be his punishment for ignoring him, but now that Sky actually went he wasn’t sure if he was ready to face the consequences of Prapai not wanting to change him.
“Of course Daddy will help. You’re just a little baby, of course,” Prapai said, standing up and taking Sky’s hand as he led them to the bathroom.
He laid a towel down for Sky and instructed him to lay on it as Prapai gathered everything that they’d need for cleanup. Prapai actually opening his diaper was even more embarrassing than when Sky used it, the smell increasing tenfold. He couldn’t believe that Prapai was wiping his shit off of his bottom and not even making a face.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Prapai checked in, and Sky nodded, his face beet red. “Can I talk to big Sky, or do you still need some more little time?”
Sky closed his eyes for a moment, and then responded when he opened them back up. “I’m big.”
“I want to talk about what just happened because it wasn’t what we had discussed when we talked about putting you in diapers,” he said, and Sky’s blood pressure skyrocketed.
“I’m sorry, P’Pai, I tried telling you but you were working and not really paying attention and it made me angry so I thought that if you weren’t going to listen to me then I’d punish you by making you change a messy diaper.” His voice trailed off into a whisper as he spoke, realizing how silly it sounded now that he was big and saying it out loud.
“Sky, my love, this isn’t a punishment for me. I adore taking care of you and if you wanted to poop your pants every day for the rest of your life I’d clean you up every single time,” Prapai said as he dragged the last wipe across Sky’s freshly cleaned behind. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t paying attention to you, love, I just thought you had to pee again. And since you had already panicked about that once I thought that it would be best to leave you to your own devices and figure it out yourself this time.”
Sky nodded, understanding. “I tried to be quiet so that you wouldn’t know what I was doing.”
“I noticed that,” Prapai said with a giggle. “You’re not a very quiet pooper, Sky. I’ve heard you in the bathroom a few times.”
Sky groaned and threw his arm over his face, hiding in the crease of his elbow as Prapai laughed harder. Logically he knew that Prapai had to have heard him at least once, with the bathroom being connected to the bedroom, but to be faced head on with that information was downright embarrassing. “That’s awful.”
“It’s cute. Everything you do is cute. But what I really want to know is if you liked doing it or not.” He paused everything he was doing to put his whole focus on Sky.
“I don’t know,” Sky said sheepishly, removing his arm from his face to look at Prapai. “It didn’t feel bad but it wasn’t… great.”
“Would you want to do it again?” Prapai asked.
“I don’t want to make you go through this again. It’s gross.”
“That’s not what I asked, Sky. I asked if you’d want to do this again,” Prapai said, his voice taking on a sterner tone. He knew that sometimes Sky dances around what he wants, afraid to ask for it.
“I suppose… under the right circumstances, I might not be opposed to trying it again,” Sky said, the blush on his face deepening intensely.
“Good,” Prapai stated like that was that. “Diaper or no?”
Sky shook his head, wanting a break now that he was big. “Why good?”
“Because you looked adorable in your little hiding spot trying to push all of your poopy out,” Prapai cooed, his voice taking on a teasing tone.
“Stop,” Sky groaned. “I wouldn't have done it if you had just taken me to the bathroom.”
“Sweetheart, I wouldn’t have taken you unless you were safewording, I want you to feel comfortable enough to do that kind of stuff without feeling ashamed. Diapers are meant to be used, and if you want to use them for number two as well then I want you to do that,” Prapai reassured as he helped Sky sit up.
“I can’t believe you’re encouraging me to shit my pants,” Sky muttered as he pressed their foreheads together.
“If you saw how cute you looked with your face all scrunched up then you would too.”
“Daddy, no! You can’t move that!” Sky yelled.
Prapai had been rearranging the furniture in the living room, and Sky’s baby voice stopped him in his tracks as he went to push the couch flush against the wall.
“Why not, sweetheart?” Prapai asked, leaning his hip against the arm of the couch
Sky’s face flushed and he didn’t answer, instead crawling over to the gap. He wedged himself between the couch and the wall, leaving his head peeking up over the arm of the sofa.
Prapai didn’t understand what he was doing until he heard the first grunt, a telltale sign that Sky was getting ready to release his bowels.
“Ah, I forgot,” Prapai said teasingly. “ My baby needs his little pooping corner.”
“Not… pooping,” Sky grunted out, his actions completely contradicting his words. It was a little habit he had picked up on since they began using the diapers, and Prapai thought it was adorable.
“Oh really? Should I check to make sure then?”
A nervous look flashed across Sky’s face, but he didn’t make any move to stop Prapai as he knelt down next to Sky. He pressed his hand to the seat of Sky’s diaper, the padding not thick enough to hide the log sticking out of his hole already.
“What a little liar you are,” Prapai smirked as he pressed his hand against the log, pressing it back into Sky. He gasped and lurched forward, not expecting what was coming out to go back in.
“ Daddy! ” he yelped, shocked by Prapai’s actions. He occasionally felt Sky’s bottom when he pooped, but he had never shoved it back inside.
“That’s what happens to little boys who lie,” he whispered threateningly. “Now let Daddy feel you let go in his hand.”
Sky did just that, pushing again to make the mass inside come back out. Prapai didn’t push against it again, but his hand there made it far more difficult for Sky to go than it normally was. It took a lot more effort, his face was far more flushed than it usually was, but eventually he was able to get it out.
“That’s my boy,” Prapai encouraged. “Keep going.”
And he did just that, letting out grunt after grunt as the rest of his poop plopped out into his diaper. It got softer as more came out, making it easier for him to go despite Prapai’s unhelpful hand in the way.
“All done?” Prapai asked when Sky finally stopped straining, taking in big deep breaths. He pushed one more time, a little fart leaving his hole, sounding a lot messier as it passed through his mess. Of course Prapai giggled at that, making Sky pout and smack him on the arm.
“Hey hey, we don’t hit,” Prapai scolded with a laugh as he grabbed Sky’s hand and pulled it away from his arm. “Let’s go change your stinky butt.”