Instead of replying, Mike responded by donning a devilish grin - the only warning Jeff got before his eighteen-month-old father leapt upon his similarly toddlerfied son. Though Jeff yipped in surprise at the tackle, he quickly maneuvered his infantile strength to roll on top of Mike - which set off a full-on wrestling match between the madly giggling baby boys. Both were delighted in having an equal there to test their tiny bodies against, both grinning - Mike openly, Jeff a little shyly - at the storm of crinkles produced by the impromptu contest. The struggle came to a close when a triumphant Mike pinned a stunned Jeff to the carpet, the limits of his miniscule form driven home when he found himself unable to get out from under a mere toddler.
"I win!" Mike snickered, Jeff letting out an OOF as his dad sat his diapered bottom heavily on his son's chubby tummy.
"Oh yeah? How about...this!"
Mike screamed with laughter as Jeff's stubby fingers suddenly attacked his dad's most ticklish spots. Though the counteroffensive allowed Jeff to roll out from under Mike, he soon regretted introducing the weapon to their conflict as in the next instant he found himself being tickled every bit as viciously. The happy baby boys squealed and howled as they poked at each other's sides and teased each other's bite-sized tootsies, the tickle fight not coming to a close until an exhausted Jeff and Mike laid out on the carpet and stared up at the ceiling. Neither could keep the smile off their lips as their flabby chests rose and fell from the exertion of their play...though Mike's smile took on a devilish tinge as his eyes drifted downward, a confused Jeff following his gaze and gasping when he saw the growing wet spot on the front of his diaper. The tiny toddler eeped and reflexively tried to hold back to flow only to find himself incapable of doing so - drops still trickled through even if he clamped his pudgy thighs together as tightly as he could. Mike helped Jeff to realize that his struggles were futile by cuddling up beside the baby in the increasingly drenched Pampers, by holding his son close as he marveled at his own helplessness.
"I...I couldn't stop it..." Jeff whimpered, all hints of teasing gone from Mike's expression as he consoled his startled son.
"It's okay, Jeff, don't even think about it..." Mike cooed. "Just relax, Jeff. You're a baby. Just a little baby making a peepee in his dipee."
Jeff surprised himself by the giggle he released at the infantile summation of what just happened, amazed at how little he suddenly cared that he was wetting himself. The baby boy, in fact, kinda liked that the padding between his plump thighs was getting warmer and squishier by the second, letting out a tiny whine as his baby dick twitched a final drop into his soaked diaper.
"Wow, that was a big one!" Mike exclaimed in admiration, grinning as he poked a pudgy finger at the sodden front of Jeff's Pampers. Said admiration helped Jeff get over his fleeting embarrassment at having wet himself, feeling strangely proud for having soaked his diaper so thoroughly. Just the same, it wasn't long until the squishy bulk grew cool, Jeff whimpering and squirming in his increasingly uncomfortable Pampers as he slowly realized how desperately he needed a change. Mike - seeing the Chronivac nearby - left his son's side to toddle over to the device, Jeff looking on with a frown as his dad poked at its screen.
After a moment, Mike declared...