Delighted as Mike was simply to be wearing his thick, crinkly Pampers, his true excitement came out of anticipation of using those infantile undies. Luckily for him, the tiny toddler didn't have to wait long. It was but a moment after he finished his silly diapie dance that the tummy of the 18-month-old rumbled, Mike's cherubic cheeks split by a naughty grin as he instinctively squatted and spread his chubby little legs. The baby boy shivered and whimpered and dug his baby teeth into his lower lip as he started pooping his Pampers, mesmerized by the sight of his diaper sagging lower and lower with each passing second. He reveled in the knowledge that he couldn't stop now even if he wanted to, that he was messing himself as helplessly as a common infant. Mike sighed when his tiny baby dick joined the fun by releasing a soft stream of pee into the bulk of padding between his pudgy thighs, the toddler giggling and squirming at the front of his diapie getting all warm and squishy while the back sagged further and further from his chubby waist.
"What's that sound, dad, I thought I heard - " Mike looked up in surprise as Jeff opened the door, his son going silent as he gawked down at his toddlerfied father. "DAD?!"
Mike merely whimpered before his stunned son as he finished pooping his Pampers, as his nub twitched off its last few drops. A long, horrible silence descended onto the room, lingering unbroken over the toddler and his adult son until Jeff's lips curled into a smirk, until he put his hands on his hips and studied the stinky little baby in undisguised amusement.
"I should've figured this is what you needed the privacy for. You know, dad, you're awful at clearing your search history." Jeff chuckled as Mike blushed up a storm, realizing in an instant that his son knew his deepest darkest secret. "Couldn't you go ten minutes without pooping your pants?"
Mike, too ashamed to speak, answered his son with a squeaky little fart that had the grown man rumbling in laughter. Jeff shook his head as he found the Chronivac and jabbed quickly at the screen, knowing that they'd need to make at least one adjustment before doing anything else. His toddler dad watched in awe as his dresser transformed into a changing table, a pure-white piece of furniture stocked to bursting with wipes and pacifiers and diapers of every stripe. Mike had barely registered the wonderful sight when Jeff took him beneath his tiny arms and whisked him into the air, the baby boy squeaking at just how easily his son had swept him off his bite-sized feet, at the warm (if teasing) look Jeff wore as he untaped the toddler's ruined Pampers.
"Honestly, dad, I wish you had been open with me about this from the beginning." Jeff playfully wrinkled his nose as he disposed of the offending undies, beaming down at Mike when he cooed at the wet wipe caressing the silky soft skin of his plump little butt. "I would've gotten the Chronivac ages ago if I knew how badly you wanted this."
It warmed the toddler from the inside out to be taken care of so lovingly by his son, to know that the boy whose diapers he'd once changed accepted his most fervent and secret of desires. That was evident by the way he carefully powdered Mike's tushie and nub before pulling up both his tiny ankles with one big strong hand, slipping a crisp pair of Pampers beneath the toddler and laughing aloud when the grinning toddler squirmed happily against his new padding. Not wanting to tease his dad for any longer than necessary, Jeff efficiently taped Mike into his diaper and made sure it fit the baby properly before pulling him off the changing table and into his arms.
"...fank yoo, Jeff..." Mike murmured, slipping a thumb into his mouth when his son held him close and kissed his crown of golden curls.
"You're very welcome, dad." Jeff responded, thankful that he and his father had had this moment together, strange as it was. He cuddled the baby boy in silence for a few lovely seconds until he pulled back and offered him a brilliant smile. "What would widdle Mikey like to do next?"