Without saying a word Jeff left the office and once again Mike followed his toddler son's lead, toddling after him as walked down the hall. Despite his loaded Pampers Jeff walked proudly with his head held high, feeling on top of the world as the high from his recent messing had yet to wear off.
Their destination soon became clear as they re-entered the nursery that the two of them now shared. Nothing had really changed save for the disappearance of the packages of pull-ups from the bottom shelves of the changing table, which now only contained diapers.
Walking over to the toy chest Jeff opened the lid and began pulling out toys, casually tossing them onto the floor. Once there was enough he closed the chest before getting down on his hands and knees to avoid sitting down on his full diaper. Grabbing a cool looking red race car Jeff began to move it with his hand, making engine noises with him mouth. He even made crashing sounds as he banged it into some of the other toys.
"Wanna play?" Jeff asked, turning to look at him with an inviting grin.
"S-Sure" Mike replied with a touch of nervousness, toddling over to join him, sitting down and grabbing the first interesting toy that caught his eye, a blue airplane. He then proceeded to make it fly with accompanying sounds just like Jeff was doing.
For the next several minutes the two toddlers continued to play with their toys until a smell began to make itself known and it was coming from Jeff's diaper. Though not bother by the odor Mike voiced a question, "You pretty stinky. Why do you go find your moth- I mean mommy and get her to change you?"
"Because I like it" Jeff answer then elaborated, "I like being stinky and having poopoo in my pants" he grinned wiggling his padded bottom for emphasis. Turning serious, "And I'm not giving up that feeling just yet. I don't care if I get a rash, mommy will have to rip my dirty diaper from my bottom before I get changed" Jeff stated sound like some kind of diaper rebel.
"Okay then" Mike nodded. Recalling his first pooped in diaper from the past he could attest to how wonderful a feeling it was, and didn't fault his son for wanting to stay in soiled padding.
"By the way Jeff I forgot to ask, why did you make yourself a toddler too?"
The question had been at the back of his mind but Mike hadn't thought to ask it until now as he had been distracted by Jeff's most recent actions, namely changing his pull-ups into diapers, then pooping in said diaper and finally coming back to the nursery to play with toys.
"Fine I'll tell you, but first let me get comfortable." Abandoning his toy race car the toddler stood up, the back half of his smelly Pamper drooping as he walked over to a giant sized teddy bear. Laying down on its plush stomach like a recliner Jeff faced his two year old father.