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Copyright (c) 2005, H. Grant. ALL Rights Reserved!
COMMENTS: Warning! This story contains scat and child related themes.
If this type of material offends you, DO NOT proceed to read this
story!
STORY CODES: F+b,toddler,diapers,ws,scat
STORY INTRO: A toddler boy recieves an embarrasing afternoon of
babysitting treatment from a professinal nanny and her two young female
companions.
Watching Little Danny Mess His Diaper
by H. Grant
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Mrs. Nancy Sims and two of
her female companions were sitting around the plush table in her living
room having tea and talking about the latest gossip around the small
town of Fairwood. It was quite an old fashioned town in many ways
despite it's share of modern chain stores. Most of the people in
Fairwood were quite wealthy thanks in part to a massive contingent of
doctors and lawyers throughout the town. As a result, most of the
women didn't work. In the case of Mrs. Sims, she was a nanny for hire
who ran a small babysitting service out of her beautifully decorated
mansion. Today she was watching little Danny. The sweet young toddler
had just turned two years old about a month ago and was quite a
handful. The young women doted on him every time they came over for
tea on Sundays. They showered him with baby talk and plenty of
tickeling games. Now that he was entering his "terrible two's phase,"
Nancy needed all the help she could get with the little tyke. Today
was one of those days.
"Oh isn't this sweater adorable Layla darling?" Cheered Mrs. Sims
holding up the garmet that Kimberly Atkins had spend many weeks making.
Kimberly blushed as her long time friend handed the sweater over to
Layla Hill. She wasn't used to such compliments from anyone else.
"It's simply marvelous Mrs. Sims. I'm sure it will fit little Danny
quite comfortably during those chilly autumn days outside." Layla
beamed with pleasure.
Layla respected Mrs. Sims for her fine work as a nanny. Though Mrs.
Sims was still in her early 30's, she seemed to have a lifetime of
knowlege when it came to children - especially infants. She loved
watching Nancy breast feed and play with little Danny. He was the
cutest little boy - except when he made accidents in his diaper. Danny
wasn't the brighest little baby by any means. He would continuously
babble and drool while he watched cartoons on the TV. He knew only a
few words like "mommy," "nanny," "candy," and "pee pee" (for when he
had accidents). The rest of the time he was mostly prone to fussing
and getting into things that he had no business getting into.
As the women continued their usual afternoon gossip and chatter, baby
Danny toddled into the living room wearing the cutest blue cartoon
t-shirt and disposable diaper with Sesame Street designs. It made the
usual raspy noise whenever he walked which was a tell tale sign that he
was nearby - alerting the young women to his presence. He had the
softest baby skin and the cutest dimples whenever he smiled. His
smooth, milky white complexion translated into the nicest pair of
little legs and feet. His hair was sandy blonde and curled up in the
back. The little tot plopped down on his pamper covered rump and began
watching TV. He yelled quite loudly and clapped his hands together
when his favorite cartoon came on.
"Isn't he the most adorable little boy you ever saw girls?" Chimed
Mrs. Sims.
"He certainly is Nancy. He's such a sweetie. Just look at his cute
lil' t-shirt." Replied Layla.
"Isn't it time for his feeding?" Asked Kimberly inquisitively.
"Yes indeed I almost forgot! He hasn't been fed since before church."
Answered Mrs. Sims. "He's probably very hungry."
Nancy Sims walked over to the little baby boy and waited patiently for
the next commercial break to come on so as not to upset him. Then she
scooped the little tot up under each of his precious little armpits and
gently placed a loving hand underneath his pamper for support. No
wetness. That was good. The other women followed her into the
kitchen. They watched intently as Danny's soft little legs dangled at
the side of his nanny's voluptuous body. His precious baby feet
brushed gently against her sides and his arms clung instinctively
around her neck and shoulders for support. Nancy Sims had a very nice
figure. She was strong in stature and had the nicest pair of ripe
breasts - a prerequisite for most nannys as breast feeding was a large
part of their daily tasks with children close to his age. Her hair was
dark brown and quite lengthy reaching down her back. It was well kept
and had a beautiful luster and sheen to it. Mrs. Sims was quite
meticulous about her appearence - even when she wasn't in the presence
of her wealthy husband. She took her role as a nanny very seriously
and it showed. The other women (particularly Layla) were aspiring to
be full time nannies as well, so Mrs. Sims did the best she could to
let them in on the various tasks of caring for baby Danny.
Mrs. Sims placed little Danny gently into his highchair and began to
strap him in for support. First one leg. Then the other. The little
boy giggled and smiled up at the other girls. As usual, he enjoyed the
attention being showered upon him. It was as if he was the center of
the universe to these young women. A little pile of baby drool escaped
his soft wet lips and dribbled down his chin.
"Oh Kimberly. Would you fetch the baby bib for me please? I think
it's in the pantry next to the coat closet." Requested Mrs. Sims.
"Certainly Nancy. It looks like Danny's making 'dribble dribble'
again on his shirt....silly boy!"
"And Layla, would you fetch me the Gerbers from the fridge?"
"Certainly. I'll bet our precious baby boy is hungry by now."
Cheered Layla as she eagerly brought the baby food over to Mrs. Sims.
The young babysitter scooped some of the mushy substance onto a small
plastic spoon and pressed it against little Danny's soft moist lips.
More totty drool dribbled out of his dumb little mouth as he opened up
obediently for his nanny. Mrs. Sims gently inserted the spoon into his
wet waiting mouth and watched the soft goop disappear off of the spoon.
Kimberly returned with a napkin and a blue baby bib for little Danny
to wear. Gently she wiped the little pile of spittle that had formed
on his mouth, chin, and shirt and swept it clean. Then Nancy tied the
bib in a nice bow and placed it lovingly around Danny's soft little
neck and over his smooth baby chest. Another spoonful of Gerber goop
followed, then a sip of apple juice from Danny's favorite alphabet
bottle served to wash down the mushy substance.
"Now Danny, you be a good little boy and finish your baby food. You
know how nanny Sims loves it when you do what you're told."
The other women giggled at the spectacle of Danny attempting to chew
his baby food and letting some of the mush dribble out of his mouth and
onto his precious baby chin. He was such a mess. More drool and
dribble escaped from his moist little lips and dripped onto his bib.
He was such a brainless tot. The little boy started to fuss slightly
as he realized - though quite dimly - that he was being 'put down' for
the mess he was making on his mouth and shirt.
Danny looked all around him at his surroundings. The kitchen was well
lit with sunlight from the many large windows in Mrs. Sims house. It
was not unlike the house where he resided with his parents. Like most
Sunday afternoons, he had been entrusted into the care of Mrs. Sims
while his mommy and daddy went out to the nearby city to conduct their
business and fill their weekend entertainment needs. He had grown
quite used to coming over to Mrs. Sims large estate to be pampered and
taken good care of. He had been under the watchful eye of nanny Sims
since his early infancy and an afternoon of affections from she and her
mouthy companions was no longer out of the ordinary. However, at the
age of two, Danny - despite not being all that smart, began to develope
his mental capacities at a very fast rate. He began to articulate not
only what he was saying better, but what was being said to him. He had
begun to differentiate the meanings of what was being said to him just
by the decibals and tones of voices being used toward him by his
parents and his nanny - not to mention her gossiping companions. He
began to encounter strange new feelings that had - at one time - been
quite alien to him. He began to feel more ticklish when Kimberly and
Layla played "tickle tickle" games with him. His little baby penis
would begin to stand up and throb whenever the prospect of being
touched was a certainty. Not only did this occur during diaper
changes, it occured almost everytime he was picked up or held. Indeed,
he was becoming much more sensitive to touch - especially when it came
to genders of the opposite sex.
Young Danny also began to articulate feelings of embarrasment at the
tender age of two. It used to be he would lie still when he was being
changed. He would not (and could not) understand what was being said
to him during the changing process - let alone what he should be
feeling during such times. But gradually, as he came to understand
what the different tones and words meant to him as he was encountering
such interactions with the women, he came to realize more and more the
meaning of shame or guilt about what he had done. The words being
uttered to him during his diaper changes were by no means words of love
or affection (most of the time), they were words of a scolding nature
and tones of disapproval. For the first time in his small life, Danny
began to come to grips with the feelings of shame, guilt, and most
importantly - feelings of severe embarrasment. These early feelings
became most evident whenever he drooled or needed to be changed on that
special table in Mrs. Sims private nursery.
What also became apparent to little Danny, was the first stirrings in
his mind of a desire for privacy during such intimate moments. He no
longer enjoyed being observed by several women during feeding or
changing times. This led to a great deal of fussing during those
initmate occasions - especially while being changed.
Danny finished his Gerbers meal and apple juice. Mrs. Sims allowed
Kimberly to unstrap him from his highchair and pick him up. The young
"nanny to be" cuddled him for a while, then took him to the nursery and
plopped him on the floor to play with his toys. There was a nice
variety for him to choose from. The other women gathered round as
Kimberly brought out more toys for little Danny to play with. There
were the usual assortment of blocks and legos, and there were also
crayons with all sorts of colors. Danny's favorite toy was the Jack In
The Box which featured a small clown that popped out after winding it
several times over. He would cheer and clap his hands whenever the
clown popped out for a visit.
Little Danny tried to stand up. He was able to do it with some
difficulty, and he even wobbled a few steps. He toddled around
aimlessly while the women watched with great delight at his apparent
progress at walking. The little tot felt the need to make "pee pee
potty." As he continued toddling around the nursery, little Danny felt
a few squirts of piddle exit his penis. Then a few more squirts.
SQUIRT.....ZZZZZTTT....SQUIRT.
Little Danny was peeing his diaper! The little tyke felt the small
rivelets of baby tinkle trickle down his totty balls and into his
thirsty pamper. The Seseme Street characters greeted the golden yellow
stream of toddler pee with open arms. Soon, a golden puddle of magic
piddle began to form in the frontal crotch of his diaper. It was
filled with Danny's special pee pee! The wetness would soon become
evident upon closer inspection from the young girls. It was inevitable
that they would notice one way or another.
Young Danny began to cry. Partly out of discomfort from wetness and
partly out of shame as he knew that soon his little wet spot would be
discovered and he would be placed on that special table again. Little
Danny made the mistake of trying to avoid the women in the nursery. He
toddled over to the corner of the nursery and sat down with his back to
them. This, of course, was an unmistakable sign to the women that the
little tot had done something "naughty" and didn't want to be found
out.
"Awe! Little Danny is crying." Observed Layla.
"Did little Danny make wetsy?" Asked Nancy.
"I think he did. I don't smell any BM. He's trying to hide from
us...naughty baby." Added Kimberly.
"Layla dear. Please check the closet over there for pampers. This
little one needs a new diaper!" said Nancy.
Layla dutifully walked over to the little closet at the far end of the
make shift nursery and opened the door. To her dismay, there was only
one diaper left!
"Oh Nancy, what are we going to do? There's only one diaper left!"
"Oh my heavens! Only ONE diaper? I thought I bought more just this
past week!. Boy these children go through diapers like there's no
tomorrow." Replied the seasoned babysitter.
"Well if we use this one up, what happens if he does...well...you know
what later?" Asked Kimberly inquisitively.
There was a moment of pause between the three gossipers as they
pondered the same disgusting and dirty image in their minds. They
understood that young Danny would be with them for at least another
four hours - perhaps more.
"Well, I guess we'll have to let him wallow in his wet diaper until he
poops in it, then we can change him into the clean one. By that time,
his mother will be here to pick him up." Stated Mrs. Sims matter of
factly.
"But he might get a rash!" Explained Kimberly eyeing the toddler's
rump.
"We'll put ointment and powder on him when he does his duty. Until
then, we'll just have to keep a close eye on him so that we can change
him as soon as he does 'IT'." Replied Nancy.
Her companions nodded in agreement. Mrs. Sims idea made sense. They
would have to watch little Danny very closely until he had his next
accident. That way they could minimize the time that he spent rubbing
his legs together in his puddle of wee wee. Besides, it was Sunday and
the local stores were closed. They would have to travel all the way
across town to a drug store to get more diapers - a task that none of
them felt like doing since they were having such a great time keeping
their dear friend Mrs. Sims company.
"It's settled then. We'll stay in here and watch him play. There's
plenty to talk about anyway. Layla, go fetch some chairs from the
kitchen table so we can all sit and watch little Danny in here."
Layla went to fetch two more chairs while Nancy took her customery
place in the nanny's rocking chair next to the changing table. When
the chairs were brought in and settled, the three women began to gossip
again. They talked for hours. They kept a close eye on baby Danny the
whole time they were talking. The conversation went from one thing to
another, but it always seemed to settle on little Danny inevitalbly.
The women took slight pity in knowing that he was already wet with
childish wee wee. But they knew that his "pee pee accident" was only a
preview of things to come.
They weren't disappointed.
After several hours of chatting, the women noticed Danny stand up and
waddle over to the corner of the nursery. The young baby boy took wide
steps - reflecting his obvious discomfort from the pee-pee stains that
were now embedded in his disposable Seseme pamper. The girls knew at
once what he was about to do.
"Come on girls, let's have a closer look!" Cheered Nancy. "This way
each of you can learn what kinds of symptoms a toddler displays when
he's about to make a poo poo in his diaper."
The young girls were slightly disgusted, but eager to learn about this
special activity that babies did on a daily basis. They all gathered
around little Danny in a semi-circle and kneeled down on each side of
him. Little Danny began to blush as he squatted down. His fleshy
cheeks grew rosey red with shame and embarrasment as the women
sorrounded him and watched his every movement intently with eagerness
to learn more about him.
The babysitters watched as the little boy parted his soft little legs
slightly. Then he placed his hands on each wall in the corner for
balance. What a terrific view for learning about little boys! Baby
Danny's diaper covered bottom faced each of the girls. There was no
way to hide it.
The young babysitters could hear little Danny begin to grunt. Slowly
and softly, a small sliver of creamy child poop weaved it's way out of
little Danny's bottom. The first sliver coiled up in a circle and
plopped lovingly in between his hiney cheeks. The women smiled and
giggled at the beautiful smell of his baby progress. Another soft
smear of mud squeezed out of little Danny's tight brown anus ring.
Then another small "plop" followed. His Sesame Street diaper began to
bulge outward from the weight of his pooey mess.
SLITTHHHER.....GGGLIIPP.....GLOOOP....SHHPLOPPP....SQUUUUSHH!!!
Danny continued making special potty for the girls. He began to get
stinky and smelly.
Danny's baby poop began to grow and blossom into a large pile of
smelly "sqush sqush" around the center of his tiny boyish bottom. It
grew so big that some of the chocolate filth smeared itself against his
baby balls. The odor of 'poo poo' and other baby smells greated each
of the girls nostrils one by one as they began to wrinkle their eyes in
disgust. Danny felt the large pile of brown mess smear itself all over
his pure white hiney area. The steamy pile of smelly brown mush
gradually became aquainted with the Seseme Street characters and tried
to make friends. Some of the cartoon characters began to disappear in
disgust. What an aweful mess he was making in front of everybody! The
soft pooey smell permiated the nursery room. The stench of baby
poopies surrounded the little blocks in the nursery, the rocking chair,
the hobby horse, and his favorite Jack In The Box. Even the clown
hiding inside could smell his sweet little mess.
The messy smell became much stronger, and the women had to hold their
noses in disgust.
"Filthy boy! You've made poo poo in your diaper!" exclaimed
Kimberly.
"Now we have to change you!" added Layla. "You're all wet and
sticky."
"And he stinks too!" said Nancy. "Peeeeuuuuuu!"
Nancy Sims picked little Danny up by the armpits and swung him around
to her side. His feet dangled delicately near her waist again. The
young nanny placed a hand underneath his baby bottom for support. Of
course, this only served to smear and mush the beautiful brown clay
within. The other girls followed as Danny pouted openly with little
boy shame. He had not only peed his pamper, his accident was now extra
special - it was MESSY!
Despite being shamefully embarrased, little Danny felt strangely
aroused. His little "pee pee" began to grow stiff and erect - despite
the special soft mush that was caked against his child like testicles.
He felt as if his entire bottom was filled and caked with brown "Play
Doe." Mrs. Sims felt the large lump inside baby Danny's diaper. It
felt soft, warm, and inviting - begging to be exposed for all to see.
As Danny was being carried to the changing table, his legs dangled in
little circles causing the soft brown poop to make squishy and squashy
noises for all the girls to hear. He had made such a big mess!
Gently, Mrs. Sims lay Danny down on his back and removed his cartoon
t-shirt - exposing his soft baby belly and chest to Kimberly and Layla.
The two girls helped Mrs. Sims by taking hold of the straps on each
side of the changing table. Gently they strapped little Danny down to
the changing table matress. The little baby matress had cute little
Winnie The Pooh and Tigger designs made especially for baby boys like
Danny. Mrs. Sims smiled down at little Danny and gave his little tummy
a tickle while Layla and Kimberly began to peel the special Seseme
tapes on each side of his disposable diaper. One by one they peeled
the tapes off. The disposable pamper loosened and fell forward
slightly. Little Danny struggled against the straps and tried to get
away but his efforts were useless. He was firmly strapped down and
surrounded by the three girls.
Gently, Nancy peeled the smelly diaper away from little Danny's
stuggling body. Layla and Kimberly each got their first glimpse of
Danny's sweet little "pee pee" place. His cute little penis bobbled
and throbbed with a combination of shame, embarrasment, and sexual
excitement at the prospect of being touched and prodded by all three
women at once.
Nancy peeled the diaper back further. The first traces of yellow
piddle became evident to the girls. Little Danny's penis bobbled and
jiggled uncontrolably. The little knob tingled with anticipation and
excitment.
"Awe... look girls! I think little Danny likes having his diaper
changed. His little pee pee is standing up!"
The other girls smirked and giggled at the sight of little Danny's
tiny throbbing penis. They thought it was sooo cute!
But when his cute little diaper was pulled back further and lowered to
the Winnie The Pooh matress, a not so cute site greeted the
babysitters. Baby Danny's balls and bottom were smeared with light
brown "baby squash." Danny had made an awefully big mess this time!
Each of his ass cheeks were covered in poo poo - almost like a smily
face. His tight anal crack was burried in soft squishy poop! And boy
did he SMELL! The odor made him appear even more dirty and stinky to
the girls.
"Oh what a smelly boy you are!" Teased Mrs. Sims. "Kimberly you hold
his legs up. Layla you use the baby wipes on him. I''ll distract him
with some toys." She commanded firmly.
Little Danny was momentarily distracted by Nancy and the rubber ducky
glider above him while his tiny little legs were held in the air by
young Kimberly. Soon, he felt the soft moist feeling of baby wipes
being rubbed against his precious bottom. Layla was applying them
expertly. She made sure to scoop up the large chunks of child poop
first and place them into his dirty Seseme Street diaper. Then she
took out more wipes and wiggled her womanly fingers into the tiny
cracks and crevises of his messy bottom. Peeeeuuuu! What a disgusting
smell!
Next it was time for the ointment and baby powder treatment.
Kimberly continued holding little Danny's legs together by the ankles
while Layla squeezed some ointment out of the tube. Then she began to
rub and smear the slimy goop all over his cute little butt cheeks and
crinkly brown anus. Then she sprinkled some baby powder on her hands
and began to smooth the sweet "baby smelling" substance all over his
base of his penis and tiny testicles. Then she slid her hand down his
bottom and rubbed some of the white powder between his anus cheeks -
dabbing a finger gently against his special brown "potty hole."
Little Danny was no longer struggling. He was wiggling and squirming
in pure excitement and delight. Short blasts of infant orgasms rocked
his tiny penis as nanny Layla worked her magic fingers all over his
special potty place. Kimberly sensed his excitement too as she
observed his penis remain thick and erect with little totty pleasure.
The dirty diaper still lay beneath his bottom completely filled with
toddler poop. The Seseme Street characters were no longer cute. They
were covered with filthy baby boy poopies!
Layla placed the rest of the dirty baby wipes inside the pamper and
folded it over. Then she taped the smelly spectacle shut and tossed it
in the nearby diaper pail. Nancy Sims went to the closet and withdrew
the last remaining pamper. It had baby block designs and balloons on
it. Kimberly held Danny's legs a little higher so that Nancy could
slide the precious little pamper underneath Danny's clean smelling
bottom. The little boy cooed with pleasure and giggled loudly as the
new diaper was folded back over his penis and the little baby tapes
were fastened and secured on each side. The young babysitters smiled
down at little baby Danny. And Danny smiled back up at them. He had
just experieced one of the best orgasms of his short young life.
Hopefully for him, there would be more where that came from!
The End