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Raphael was kicking back; playing some Madden on the Xbox and hollering about it with the boys on Discord. Ignatz was on the floor, lying on his stomach on his playmat, while watching Paw Patrol on his tablet.
In other words, it was a perfect Saturday afternoon.
Raphael glanced over at his little boy, Ignatz. The adorable designs on the butt of his adult diaper stared back at him; Ignatz himself had his back turned to him. Speaking of that diaper, he'd probably need it checked soon. Raphael would do that, in a minute.
For now, Raphael finished up his match with a victorious yell. Ignatz was so used to his gamer battle cries that he barely even flinched. However, Raphael could hear his friends seething from the noise on the other end of the Discord call.
Raphael sure was lucky to be in the Discord server that he was. How crazy was it; that he'd found a Discord server specifically for gay men who liked ABDL? Even with as tech-illiterate as Raphael was, he'd managed to find such a thing. Though, when posting things about the actual topic of the server, he almost never posted about himself. No, the main reason why he was on that server was to gush about the things that Ignatz did; or, the things that he did to Ignatz.
Speaking of Discord, he'd gotten an awful lot of notifications while he was busy gaming. He unlocked his phone, left voice chat for a minute, and scrolled through the messages to catch up.
The majority of the updates came from a specific channel within the server:
#in-real-life
[Caspar] Waaaaa Lin wuz means 2 meeee >_<
[Mitri] What happened?
[Caspar] He sed I wuz gettin 2 big 4 my bwitches or sumthin so he embawwased me at da gymmmm
[Felix] For the love of goddess use your big words, nobody can understand you.
[Caspar] Sowwy uwu
[Ashe] Big boy words, Caspar.
[Caspar] Right, sorry lol
[Caspar] Anyway, Lin made me do the marshmallow method right before I went to the gym to do squats, and WHEW. I lasted maybe 2 or 3 reps lol
[Felix] Ew
[Mitri] Lucky you! How did that feel?
[Caspar] Fucking amazing, man. So fucking amazing. I lost control like a total baby. Couldn't hold back at all.
[Caspar] Diaper had a total blowout though lol. I've never been more grateful for plastic pants.
[Mitri] How wonderful! You must have been holding back for a long time?
[Caspar] Not on purpose but I guess I have been pretty backed up lmao
[Felix] And we need to know that why?
[Ashe] It's the IRL channel Felix he's fine. You can leave.
[Caspar] Marshmallow method cleared me right out, though! Moved through my backlog, and then some! I didn't know I had it all in me! Man, I feel like everything in my body's all realigned, and my juices are flowing properly again!
[Mitri] That sounds amazing. I wish I had someone who would do that to me.
[Lin] Your juices are definitely flowing properly, haha.
[Lin] You call me mean, but then the first thing you do is hop on Discord to gush about how much you liked it?
[Caspar] Nu uh! Yousa meanie! I madea big uh oh at the gym cus o u!
[Lin] I'm not even going to try to discern that.
[Ashe] Big boy words, Caspar.
[Caspar] I really embarrassed myself because of you! I couldn't control myself at all!
[Lin] Sounds humiliating. Good.
[Lin] And now you're going on Discord to humiliate yourself further? You're letting everyone know what a bad, stinky little boy you are?
[Ashe] Awww no, Caspie is a good boy <3
[Mitri] Agreed. Even good boys have accidents sometimes.
[Lin] It was more of an "on purpose," but whatever haha.
[Mitri] Moreover, how did it feel? I've never lost control in such a way before.
[Caspar] Idk like… There's shit coming out of your butt, and you're powerless to stop it. Idk how else to describe it lol. The marshmallows make it really soft like baby poop, and it just kind of rushes out fast and fills your diaper up.
[Mitri] That sounds so nice. I must admit, I'm a bit jealous.
[Caspar] Don't be, man! Give it a try yourself
[Mitri] True. I'd be trying it alone, though.
[Caspar] Handsome guy like you could find a play partner no problem if you wanted
[Mitri] Ah, that's not an option. I'm married and monogamous.
[Ashe] Oh right, you're the one whose husband doesn't know that you're an ABDL, right?
[Mitri] Right.
[Ashe] That's too bad. Still, you could always try it by yourself, if you wanted.
[Ashe] Some of my best play sessions have been solo ones.
[Mitri] That's a good point. Maybe I will try it alone, thank you. Ah, I just worry about hiding the mess from my husband.
[Caspar] Don't be! Just layer up a disposable or two, then throw it away when you're done!
[Mitri] Fair. But doesn't it make a mess… You know, on yourself?
[Caspar] Nothing some wet wipes and a shower won't fix.
[Caspar] Like I said, it's REALLY soft and mushy. Not pastey or muddy or anything. Real easy to just wipe away and shower off.
[Mitri] Ah, good to know.
[Mitri] Perhaps I will try it, then. The next time I have a decent amount of time home alone. Tell me, does it take a long time to work?
[Caspar] Not at all, maybe 15-30 min.
[Caspar] You want to give yourself time for cleanup afterwards. And of course, for play. It feels SO good to squish around in.
[Mitri] Fascinating. I'll definitely try it, then! Now, to come up with an excuse for buying marshmallows…
[Ashe] Say it's for baking!
[Caspar] Yup, you're baking mud pies lmao
[Caspar] But yeah fr everyone should try it it's amazing. Marshmallow challenge for this server lmao
Raphael could get somewhat of a gist from the conversation; apparently, Caspar had messed his diaper while doing squats. But the question was, what could marshmallows have to do with it?
Raphael waited for enough of a break in the conversation, and then he jumped in:
[Raph] What's the marshmallow challenge?
The activity in the Discord immediately spiked again, though he wasn't met with immediate answers.
[Caspar] OMG
[Caspar] YOU DONT KNOW???
[Ashe] There's our resident himbo~
[Lin] Hey, Caspar is right here.
[Caspar] ASDFGH
[Caspar] But Raph are you being fr? You don't know??
[Raph] I don't know
[Mitri] Don't feel bad, it's perfectly acceptable to not know.
[Caspar] True I just figured you'd know since you're a CG?
[Ashe] Not every caregiver knows everything, it's fine.
[Ashe] Still, I just find it funny that you don't know, because aren't you and Iggy pretty into foodplay?
[Raph] Yeah
[Caspar] RIGHT like
[Caspar] How have you never shoved marshmallows up Iggy's butt???
[Raph] Why marshmallows?
[Caspar] Because
[Caspar] asdghj
[Caspar] BECAUSE
[Lin] Marshmallows melt with the body heat and act as a suppository.
[Ashe] Yeah, that.
[Raph] What's a suppository?
[Ashe] OMG RAPH STOP
[Lin] For real??
[Mitri] A suppository helps you… Uh… Void.
[Raph] Wym?
[Mitri] It helps you go to the bathroom.
[Raph] Oh! Iggy doesn't need any help with that lol
That reminded Raphael once again about how he'd been meaning to check Ignatz' diaper. Whenever Ignatz was padded, he experienced full urinary incontinence. It had been quite the training process; but finally, Ignatz' mind and body both got the message that when he was diapered, he could let the urine flow freely from his body.
Raphael was really proud of him. He soaked his pamps like a champ.
A message on the Discord distracted Raphael from Ignatz for the moment, though.
[Mitri] That sounds so nice.
[Ashe] I can't remember, does Iggy wet and mess?
[Raph] Just wets.
Indeed, when Raphael had tried to get Ignatz to poop his diaper, it just hadn't worked out. Every time they'd tried, Ignatz had been too tense. No matter how badly he had to go, he couldn't get even a little bit of it to come out.
And diaper training Ignatz to that point had been unsuccessful. He'd tried everything that he'd tried when training him to wet. He'd tried getting Ignatz to sit on the potty with his diaper on. He'd tried offering candy, stickers, and toys as rewards. He'd added a 'number two' column to Ignatz' diaper use chart; a column which had remained bare. He'd even tried 'grounding' Ignatz from the potty and the toilet, and only offering the diaper as an option. This had only led to distress and discomfort from Ignatz, and Raphael had eventually broken the scene when it started to give Ignatz a tummy ache.
Despite how much they wanted to immerse themselves in their play by having Ignatz become fully diaper-dependent, it just wasn't meant to be. And that was okay.
Still, there was something about the current conversation that reignited Raphael's curiosity.
[Ashe] Fair enough. Not everyone likes messing.
[Raph] It's not that we don't like it, we just haven't tried it.
[Raph] I mean
[Raph] We've TRIED it, but we haven't tried it.
[Mitri] Wait, what do you mean?
[Raph] He gets too tense and it won't come out.
[Raph] We've tried basically everything but it won't happen. It's ok though really.
[Mitri] Oh, that's a shame. If I'm understanding correctly: you do want to try it, but it's been difficult?
[Raph] Yeah basically
[Mitri] That's too bad.
[Caspar] Yeah, poor Iggy! Everyone should try messing their diaper at least once!
[Ashe] If they want to.
[Caspar] Yeah ofc. Or even if they're just a little curious! It feels SO good!!
[Lin] Caspar if it was up to you, you'd constantly have poop in your pamp.
[Caspar] LMAO no lies there
[Caspar] Guess I'm lucky to have you n Ashe 2 help me wif changies ^^
[Lin] Speaking of
[Lin] Ashe, you've never messed your diaper either, have you?
[Ashe] I have a few times!
[Ashe] Honestly, it's just not something I think to do often.
[Lin] Hmm
[Lin] That can change.
[Caspar] Change lol
[Lin] So you do like messing though?
[Ashe] I don't mind it.
[Lin] I have been meaning to test the effectiveness of marshmallows vs suppositories. And Caspar's tank is pretty empty, for now.
[Lin] Ashe, eat high-fiber foods for the rest of the day, but don't poop. Tomorrow, go to the drugstore and buy suppositories. Once you're home, use two of them, then layer 2 diapers + plastic pants. Hold it for as long as you can, then report to Daddy about the mess that you make.
[Ashe] Yes, Daddy.
[Lin] Daddy will be waiting for a desperate kitten, followed by a dirty kitten.
[Mitri] Sorry, but could you take this to DMs?
[Caspar] Add me to the convo, too! I wanna see Ashe make a mess!
The chat quieted down, presumably after Lin, Ashe, and Caspar moved their intimate conversation elsewhere. That was good. The chat was starting to get off-topic, and Raphael still had so many questions!
[Raph] So if I'm getting this straight, these suppository things help you go #2?
[Mitri] That is my understanding, yes.
[Raph] Idk if that'd help or not. I tried giving Iggy a bunch of fiber one time, and it just gave him gas.
[Mitri] I think that suppositories work differently.
[Raph] Wym?
[Mitri] Suppositories move things along…From the other end, if that makes sense.
[Raph] Oh, so like a laxative for the butt!
[Mitri] I suppose it is, ahaha.
[Raph] So what do marshmallows have to do with it again?
[Mitri] They act as a suppository.
[Raph] Oh! So if he eats a bunch of them, they'll make him go?
[Mitri] No, they'd have to be inserted in the other end.
[Raph] Oh, so up his butt?
[Mitri] Yes.
[Raph] And it'll act like a laxative?
[Mitri] Like a suppository, yes.
[Raph] Which is like a laxative for the butt, right?
[Mitri] Right.
[Raph] So why marshmallows? Instead of going and getting these suppository things, I mean.
[Mitri] Cost and accessibility, from what I can understand. Other than that, I'm not sure of the benefits of one vs. the other, I'm sorry.
[Mitri] From what I've heard, marshmallows also result in a complete loss of control. I'm not sure if suppositories do the same thing. I haven't tried either of them.
[Raph] Gotcha gotcha. So you're saying if I shove marshmallows up Iggy's butt, it'll definitely make him poop himself?
[Mitri] I can't say definitely. But probably?
Raphael had grown so immersed with his Discord conversation that he hadn't noticed that Ignatz had apparently grown bored with his Paw Patrol. He jumped slightly when he looked up and saw the younger man standing in front of him.
Raphael could see that he'd gone too long without a diaper change. The adult onesie that he wore sagged heavily between the legs, and bore wet spots between the legs and above the waistband of the diaper. It looked like Ignatz had leaked a little. And he shifted nervously in front of Raphael, almost as if he still had to go.
Raphael's suspicions were confirmed when Ignatz asked him, "Daddy, can I go potty?"
Raphael gave Ignatz' diapered front a squeeze, feeling that his diaper was indeed saturated and full. "Sorry 'bout that, little guy. Daddy got distracted." He apologized as he played with Ignatz' soggy, squishy diaper. "You want a diaper change, instead?"
To his surprise, Ignatz shook his head. "No, I want to sit on the potty. I have to go… " Rather than finishing his sentence, Ignatz held two fingers up. At first, Raphael thought that Ignatz was making a peace sign. However, he eventually realized the real meaning.
"Oh, you gotta go number two?" Raphael asked, and Ignatz meekly nodded.
Seriously, could the timing be any more perfect? Raphael grinned at Ignatz, the gears already turning in his head. He was formulating an idea. Was it a good idea? Who knew! Raphael certainly wasn't going to slow down to think about it. He was too eager, too excited; after all, he was finally going to make Ignatz mess his diaper.
Raphael wrapped his arms around his squirming little boy, looping his arms underneath his bottom. Then, he stood up, lifting Ignatz with him. As expected, Ignatz yelped, but Raphael just adjusted his hold on him until he felt secure.
"Are we going to the potty?" Ignatz asked as Raphael carried him.
"Nope!" Raphael chirped happily. "Gonna have you go potty in your pants. Just gotta get you a change, first."
Ignatz clung to Raphael and whined. "But I have to go… " He whimpered in Raphael's ear. He didn't finish his statement, but Raphael got the gist. Ignatz had to go poop– how badly, Raphael wasn't sure. But he had to poop, and he was distressed, because he didn't think that Raphael was going to let him go.
Raphael was going to have to quell his worries.
"You'll get to go, don't worry." Raphael reassured him. "I'm just going to get you a new diaper, and then you can go."
This seemed to do the opposite of reassuring Ignatz. Ignatz whined again, and he wriggled in Raphael's grasp. "I have to go potty-y-y-!" He complained, as he almost tried to squirm away from being held.
Raphael shushed him, trying to soothe him. "Iggy, you will get to go potty! In your diaper." He reassured him. "You can go number one and number two. In your diaper!"
Ignatz looked at Raphael with desperate, dewy eyes. "I've tried. I can't; I'm sorry."
Raphael shushed him again, and he gave him a tender little kiss. "I know, it's okay. You did such a good job, all those times that you tried for me! I'm proud of you. I'm gonna have you try again, 'cause I have a new idea."
This piqued Ignatz' interest. When he gave him a curious look, Raphael explained, "I just heard about something from Discord. I guess if I stuff you full of marshmallows, then you'll lose control like a baby!"
"Oh, do you mean the marshmallow method?" Ignatz asked.
Seriously! How did everyone seem to know about this but him?! Raphael felt seriously out of the loop.
But still, maybe it was a good thing that Ignatz had at least heard of it.
"Yup, pretty sure that's what it's called." Raphael confirmed. Then, be asked eagerly, "So, you wanna try it?"
Even though he was familiar with it, Ignatz still seemed reluctant. "I don't know. Isn't it dangerous?"
"Nah, why would it be?" Raphael balked. It was just shoving marshmallows up Ignatz' butt! He shoved weird stuff up Ignatz' butt all the time! And it'd only sent them to urgent care once!
He certainly didn't think that marshmallows could do any damage. What would they do, make Ignatz even sweeter?
"It's not dangerous." Raphael insisted, despite the fact that he hadn't actually done any research on it. But he didn't have to. Caspar had done it, and he'd been fine! And apparently, Caspar did even more weird stuff with his butt than he and Ignatz did!
"All it does is act as a suppository when it melts inside of you." Raphael explained, repeating verbatim what he'd heard from the Discord chat. "Apparently, it makes you lose complete control."
"Completely losing control does sound nice." Ignatz admitted softly.
Raphael grinned. Ignatz was practically on board! "So you wanna do it? You wanna try the marshmallow method?" He asked, just wanting that extra bit of confirmation.
"I suppose that I do." Ignatz confirmed.
Raphael couldn't stop grinning! He bounced Ignatz on his hip happily as he triumphantly continued carrying him. He carried him all the way to the bedroom, only stopping once along the way; to grab a bag of marshmallows from the kitchen pantry.
Raphael then carried Ignatz to their bedroom, where a changing mat was sprawled out in the corner. Raphael gently lowered Ignatz down onto it. Then, he went to work.
He started by unbuttoning Ignatz' onesie. It was a little wet; Ignatz had leaked through his diaper. Should Raphael even bother changing him into a dry one, if he was going to mess himself, anyway?
In the end, Raphael decided that he would. Even if Ignatz was just going to possibly mess up the new one in just a few minutes, he still wanted his little boy to be comfortable.
After the onesie was removed, Raphael set his sights on the diaper. It was round and full, and it was so saturated with urine that it was visibly yellow, even from the outside. When Raphael unfastened it and let the full front flop to the floor, Ignatz' hard little cock came into view. It seemed like his little boy had been enjoying squishing around in his soggy diaper.
Usually, Raphael would at least edge him during diaper changes. If he was feeling really nice, he'd let him cum. But for now, he had something else entirely on the mind.
"Knees to your chest, baby." Raphael instructed him sweetly. Ignatz obediently did so. The position lifted his bottom off of the changing mat, allowing Raphael to slide the dirty diaper out from under him. He then grabbed a wet wipe, and wiped all the residual urine off of Ignatz' butt and groin. He couldn't resist playing with Ignatz a little; wrapping the wet wipe around his erection, and giving him a few strokes with it– to "clean him off," he claimed.
He couldn't tease Ignatz too much, though. Not if he wanted him to last through their play session.
So he discarded the wet wipe in the diaper bin, and he set to work. He slid a clean diaper under Ignatz' raised bottom. Then, remembering the discord chat about Caspar's "blowout", he layered another diaper on top of the first. He fluffed them on the diaper mat, making sure that they were nice and poofy, and he sprinkled an ample amount of baby powder on the surface where Ignatz' skin would touch.
At this point, he would usually have Ignatz lower his bottom onto the clean diaper. But this time, Raphael had other plans.
"Keep your hips up, baby. I'm not done." Raphael reminded Ignatz, as he saw Ignatz start to move on muscle memory. He gave his exposed bottom a little pat, reminding Ignatz to keep himself spread and exposed.
Now that the routine part was just about over, the real experimenting could begin.
Raphael buried his face between Ignatz' exposed asscheeks, and he eagerly flickered his tongue against the little pucker.
"Not too deep!" Ignatz reminded him."Remember, I need to… "
Raphael nodded and hummed against Ignatz; the motion made Ignatz whimper. Raphael loved eating Ignatz' ass. However, his intention wasn't to delve his tongue as deep as it would go. He was just trying to get Ignatz to relax a little.
And Ignatz did relax, eventually. After several repetitions of flickering and circling his tongue around the rim, he could feel Ignatz' hole becoming wet and pliant.
Raphael couldn't resist the urge to plunge his tongue in a little; just the tip. He poked the tip of his tongue in and wiggled it around a little. Again, just enough to make Ignatz relax.
He drew back, before the temptation to keep plunging forward got the best of him. He replaced his tongue with a lubed-up finger, which slid in easily.
Raphael's finger was big and long, and it plunged deep. Raphael could feel the tip of his finger poking at the mass inside of Ignatz. He knew that he should be disgusted, but really, he was just excited! All of that was going to come out, no matter how much Ignatz struggled to hold it in. It was going to feel so good for Ignatz, and it was going to make him feel like such a little baby.
Raphael could hardly wait.
He slid another finger in alongside the first, and used both fingers to scissor Ignatz open. Ignatz groaned, and Raphael soothed him, reminding him to relax, to stretch.
It was impressive, really; after all the times Raphael had thought he was going to split Ignatz open on the girth of his cock, Ignatz always snapped back to virginal tightness.
Raphael knew that Ignatz could stretch for him. And, he did. His hole was growing pliant and almost sloppy, definitely slutty, around Raphael's fingers. He could definitely add another finger or a toy if he wanted to. But, as much as he wanted to keep stretching Ignatz, there was no point. After all, stretching him to take cock wasn't the goal.
He only needed to stretch enough to take a marshmallow.
Speaking of the marshmallows, Raphael wondered how that was going to work. Would Ignatz' hole stretch around it? Or, did he have to spread Ignatz' hole open, and kind of pop it in?
Raphael retrieved a marshmallow from the bag with his free hand. Judging by the squishy softness of it, it was almost seeming like the second option might be better.
Raphael drew his fingers back, pulling them all the way out, except for the very tips. He used his fingertips to spread Ignatz' rim as wide as he could, and he lined the first marshmallow up.
Hm, maybe jumbo marshmallows weren't the best idea. Even after the fingering, it looked pretty big compared to Ignatz' tiny hole.
But then again, Raphael knew that Ignatz could take things that were much bigger.
And so, he pushed forward.
Ignatz' hole didn't stretch around the marshmallow. Actually, it was more that the marshmallow wasn't firm enough to force his hole to stretch. Raphael squeezed about half of the marshmallow in, and the other half squished and flattened around Ignatz' opening. Raphael used a singular finger to jab it in, until little by little, the marshmallow disappeared.
Raphael repeated the process with another one, and then another one. He was on the fourth or fifth marshmallow– he'd already lost count– when they were starting to do a lot of squishing around his entrance, but not a lot was going in. Raphael did his best to jab what he could in. It has about as much sex appeal at this point as stuffing a turkey, but Raphael powered through it. He added a few more, until he found that he couldn't get anything in at all, and he was just mashing around the entrance.
Raphael had to resist the urge to lick the marshmallow goop up. He knew that Ignatz would be disgusted, and would refuse to kiss him afterwards. So instead, he used another wet wipe to wipe his fingers, and then a couple more to wipe the mess between Ignatz' cheeks.
"Alright, now you can lay down flat." Raphael instructed, giving Ignatz a little pat on the thigh. Ignatz gasped when his bare bottom met the fluffy diaper; he always reacted like that, and it was the cutest thing. No matter how many times Raphael diapered him, Ignatz always loved it.
Raphael taped Ignatz' diaper up nice and snug; he didn't want his little boy leaking, especially not with what he was going to do.
Raphael tossed the soaked diaper into the diaper bin and pumped some hand sanitizer onto his hands, before asking Ignatz if he "wanted uppies." Ignatz extended his arms and nodded, and Raphael picked him up once again.
As soon as Ignatz was upright, he made a sound of distress. When Raphael questioned it, Ignatz meekly admitted, "I can already feel it leaking out."
"Already?!" Raphael echoed. He wasn't upset, he was just surprised!
Ignatz nodded against Raphael's shoulder. "I think it's just extra marshmallow, though." Ignatz explained.
"Makes sense. I did stuff you pretty full." Raphael laughed, bouncing Ignatz on his hip.
"Stop!" Ignatz whined, clinging to Raphael's shirtsleeve and hiding his face in his shoulder. "Y-you're making it come out! It feels weird… it's sticky."
"It's just marshmallows, baby." Raphael reassured him. "It doesn't work that fast. What you're feeling right now is just extra marshmallow, remember?"
Though, with any hope, it wouldn't be long before something else came out.
"If you give it time to work, and then fill your diaper up like a good boy, I'll let you make stickies in your diaper, afterward." Raphael promised him.
The promise of being brought off didn't seem to satiate Ignatz. He continued to whine, muffled against Raphael's shoulder– something about "feeling weird."
"I know it feels weird, baby. You just gotta wait it out, and it'll feel good in the end." In reality, Raphael didn't know any of this. But what he lacked in knowledge, he made up for in confidence.
He just had to keep Ignatz distracted from the discomfort, until the marshmallows could work their magic. According to Caspar, it wouldn't take long at all; between fifteen and thirty minutes. He could easily keep Ignatz distracted that long.
He could already imagine; Ignatz getting absorbed in an activity, as he tended to do, until his control wore thin and he had a messy accident in his diaper.
Raphael could hardly wait.
"You wanna watch more Paw Patrol?" Raphael suggested, knowing that distracting Ignatz with an episode or two would give the marshmallows plenty of time.
To his disappointment, Ignatz shook his head. Weird, adult babies loved that show– more so than actual children– and Ignatz was usually no exception!
"How about we color?" Raphael suggested, to which Ignatz shook his head. "I can read you a story?" Ignatz shook his head again.
It seemed like this weird, uncomfortable feeling was making Ignatz a bit fussy and disagreeable. That was okay. Raphael had something up his sleeve that he knew Ignatz couldn't resist.
"Doodle diapers?"
Ignatz' head shot up, and Raphael grinned.
The concept was simple, but Ignatz loved it. Basically, Raphael gave Ignatz plain white diapers, and he gave him markers, stickers, and decorative tape to decorate the diapers as he pleased. Raphael had gotten the idea after getting Ignatz a doodle bear, and after letting him draw on a plain white T-shirt. Ignatz loved to draw, and his creativity wasn't limited to paper.
Raphael was just glad that he didn't draw on the walls, like an actual toddler.
But yes, Ignatz loved drawing on things that he could keep and wear afterwards. Plus, it saved Raphael money; the diapers that came pre-printed with designs were more expensive! It was a win, all around.
So Raphael set Ignatz down on his play mat, and he set him up with his art supplies and a few plain diapers.
As he'd hoped, Ignatz immediately took interest. He sprawled onto his stomach, and he began drawing.
Ignatz was just about finished with his first diaper– he'd created a scene with shiny star and moon stickers, fluffy clouds, and fluffy, sleeping sheep, and he was just beginning to color in the night sky– when he arched his hips up off of the mat. He colored contently for a few more moments, before he began to squirm and groan.
Raphael knelt down, joining Ignatz on the play mat. He watched Ignatz, curious to see if his art would continue to sufficiently distract him.
After a few more moments, his marker stilled.
"What's up, bud? All done drawing?" Raphael knew that wasn't the case– Ignatz had paused halfway through shading in a cloud. No, something was up.
"My tummy hurts." Ignatz groaned.
Raphael nodded in understanding. He scooted across the mat, and he moved to rub Ignatz' lower back sympathetically. His hand strayed down to his bottom, and he gave his diapered butt a squeeze. As far as he could tell, his diaper was still empty… for now.
"I'll bet your tummy would feel a lot better if you pushed." Raphael suggested. Ignatz whined and shook his head.
"Don't wanna."
Raphael frowned. His hand moved to Ignatz' lower back again, and he rubbed soothing little circles on it. "Come on, babe. You've gotta go eventually." He hoped to coax Ignatz, but this only seemed to distress him.
Ignatz changed position, and he scooted away. He sat up, pressing the heels of his feet against his diapered bottom, and wrapping his arms around his tummy.
Ignatz' body shook with the effort of holding back, but it seemed that it wasn't enough. Ignatz gasped, and his eyes shot open. He wore a look of pure horror on his face; the look of a man who, despite his best efforts, was losing control.
Before Raphael could drink up his expression too much, Ignatz moved again. He shuffled away on his knees, with his hands clamped to his backside. It was almost comical, until Raphael realized that he was shuffling away from him.
Raphael watched as Ignatz darted behind the armrest of the couch, where he thought that Raphael couldn't see him. Raphael followed, and found Ignatz cowering close to the wall.
He was just like a toddler, hiding somewhere to poop his pants. Ignatz really was babyish.
Raphael loved him for it.
"Iggy, come on, I wanna see!" Raphael tried coaxing him. Ignatz just shook his head. He crouched there with his back mostly turned to Raphael, his hands still pressed against his butt, and his body shaking like a leaf.
It was then that Raphael heard it: the initial "crack."
It sounded like Ignatz was breaking wind, but at the same time, there was something undeniably solid behind the sound.
The way that Ignatz whimpered only confirmed Raphael's suspicion. Ignatz was having an accident.
Raphael couldn't be happier.
After so many attempts of getting Ignatz to poop his diaper, it was coming so easily now. And Raphael got the feeling that this wasn't even the end of it!
"Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't you sit on daddy's lap while you do that?" Raphael suggested. He knew it was a long shot, but he wanted to feel that diaper firsthand as it expanded with the solid warmth.
It was a long shot, indeed. Because Ignatz shook his head. However, he did remove his hands from his backside. Instead, he extended the hand closest to Raphael backward, and used the other hand to balance himself.
"No, but will you hold my hand?" Ignatz asked quietly. His voice sounded so small, so vulnerable. Hearing that voice made him want to scoop Ignatz up and coddle him. But for now, he just fulfilled Ignatz' request, placing his hand over Ignatz' and giving it a gentle squeeze.
This seemed to give Ignatz a little bit of confidence. He widened his stance, and Raphael watched as his muscles tensed, as he pushed.
Raphael wasn't even sure how to describe the sound that followed. Something between a huge, semisolid mess being pushed through a small hole, and said mess plopping into those crinkly diapers.
Raphael watched as the seat of Ignatz' diaper rounded and dropped. And dropped, and dropped, with each subsequent push. Raphael was awestruck; he'd seen Ignatz fill his diaper in the front, but had never watched it happen in the back! It was a thrilling new experience, and there was something undeniably erotic about the way that the surface covering Ignatz' butt rounded and expanded, beyond what Raphael even thought was possible.
The messy sounds eventually died down. After a moment of silence, Raphael heard a steady tinkling sound. He's peeing now, Raphael realized. He gave Ignatz' hand a few more squeezes, wordlessly telling him how proud he was of him for using his diaper all the way.
The sound eventually trickled to a stop. Ignatz shifted slightly, wiggling his hips and allowing the weight of his diaper to redistribute itself. His diaper was really starting to sag; it was looking really full, in both regards. Raphael couldn't be more grateful that he'd doubled up on diapers; he couldn't help but wonder if the mess would transcend the diaper, otherwise.
Ignatz just continued to squat there. Raphael looked at him inquisitively, watching as he squatted there, unmoving. "What's up, bud? Are you still going, or are you just relaxing?"
"Still going." Ignatz confirmed, his voice sounding small, but also incredibly satisfied. Raphael could only imagine that it felt good; releasing an entire upset tummy's worth of poop, and knowing that he'd be changed and coddled and taken care of after he was done.
Raphael actually couldn't think of any way to make Ignatz feel more babyish.
Raphael reveled in Ignatz' moans, groans, and satisfied sighs. He'd quieted down with the messy sounds, but he filled the silence vocally. It seemed like, despite his initial apprehension, he was really enjoying himself now.
And this went on for quite a while. Raphael remembered what Caspar had said about it "clearing out his backlog." It seemed like Ignatz had quite the backlog to clear out. Those marshmallows had apparently gone deep. At least, it certainly seemed that way, as Ignatz squatted there and had a seemingly endless bowel movement.
The way that Ignatz tilted his head back and let out a fluttering sigh was the icing on the cake.
Eventually, Ignatz fluttered down from his high. He looked over his shoulder, gave Raphael a sleepy, blissed-out little smile, and he said, "Daddy, I went potty."
"Yeah, you did!" Raphael praised triumphantly. "Do you feel better?"
"I do." Ignatz confirmed.
With the undeniable bliss on Ignatz' face, Raphael had no doubt that he really did feel better.
And Raphael could make him feel even better than that.
"You wanna sit on daddy's lap, now?" Raphael asked hopefully. Ignatz nodded languidly, but he didn't move.
"My butt is messy." He warned.
Raphael just nodded, and he patted his lap invitingly. "I don't mind. Come on, have a seat!"
Ignatz' smile only grew. He shuffled on his knees over to Raphael, and he moved to straddle him, with his bottom hovering over Raphael's lap.
Raphael figured that Ignatz was hovering like that to avoid squashing the mess that sagged in his diaper.
Too bad for Ignatz, Raphael was going to squish it for him.
Raphael reached around to Ignatz' backside and grabbed a handful of diaper, feeling just how heavy and warm it was. He cradled it in his palm where it sagged the heaviest, and then, he pressed.
He pressed the mess upward, feeling it squish and spread within the diaper. Ignatz' result was instantaneous; he moaned and canted his hips, as if he wanted more.
Raphael placed both hands on Ignatz' hips, and he coaxed him downwards.
Ignatz sat down on Raphael's lap, and he moaned again, presumably as the mess squished and spread further within his diaper. Raphael pressed their fronts together and thrust, letting his hardness sink into the squishy softness.
It didn't take much frantic frotting to make Ignatz writhe in his lap. He stiffened in Raphael's lap, the same way he's stiffened when he was about to lose control.
And once again, he released.
Raphael wasn't far behind. He had just enough foresight to pull his cock out of his pants, before driving his hips forward a few more times. He was spilling, too, cumming all over the front of Ignatz' full, sodden diaper.
Raphael was very lucky that his cum was the only mess that ended up outside of the diaper.
Once the deed was done, Raphael could feel the worst post-nut regret of his life looming just around the corner. But he wasn't there yet. For now, he was going to enjoy the moment. He held Ignatz close to him, and he cuddled him.
He loves his little boy, dirty diaper and all.
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Raphael has enjoyed himself, but it seemed that Ignatz had enjoyed himself even more.
Only a few days passed before Ignatz interrupted Raphael during a Madden match; with a bag of marshmallows in his hand, and a devious smirk on his face.