Like Son, Like Daddy
By
Little Demon Boy


	I woke up like I did every other day, wet. See, I am a dwarf and 
because I am very small I have had barely any bladder or bowel control 
and have to wear diapers both night and day. Since I'm telling you 
about that I might as well explain myself. I am Stacy A. M. (last name 
restricted for confidentiality. And yes I know my initials spell Sam. 
Some of my friends call me that.) I am 16 years old (about 3 and 16 
mentally), 4'2", and about 88 pounds. I have brown hair and eyes and 
have basically a slim build, even for a dwarf. My only family is my 
Daddy and Big Brother. Although, I just live alone with my Daddy; my 
Big Brother is at college so he doesn't live with us right now. Also I 
have two secrets that only Daddy and BB (Big Brother) know of. The 
first is that I am gay; when they found out about that they didn't 
really care and I found out something that I never knew before, both my 
Daddy and BB are gay also. I am just thankful that Daddy dated Mommy 
and birthed BB and me. But, ever since she died he hasn't dated since. 
My second secret is that I am a TB/DL. For all of you that don't know 
what that means, it means that I am a Teen Baby/Diaper Lover. I have 
loved them for as long as I can remember and I like acting like a 
toddler even though the title is Teen Baby. Even if I didn't have to 
wear diapers I would anyways. Once again Daddy and BB didn't care and 
actually seemed to be interested in it. They got me baby things like a 
crib, pacifier, and a little stuffed fox called Tucker. They also 
treated me like a baby when I wanted and they actually loved to care 
for me, which surprised me (not). Now, back to the story. Sorry for 
getting caught up in myself.
	Normally Daddy would come in after a few minutes and change me 
but today he didn't. It was summer so I didn't have to get up but I 
started to wonder where Daddy was. After a few minutes I decided to see 
if something was wrong. I got out of my crib, which was kinda hard 
considering the rails were up. I am still afraid of the dark and being 
kinda early it still wasn't full sunrise yet. I walked around the house 
clinging tightly to Tucker trying to remember where Daddy's room was. I 
eventually remembered where his room was after a long time of 
searching, but it had scared me so much that I wet myself again and my 
now even wetter diaper had fallen down to my knees. When I went in 
Daddy was still sleeping and he was coughing and stuff. I went up 
beside him and lightly nudged him.
	"Daddy? You ok?" He turned over on his side and saw me.
	"Yeah, I'm ok, son. Just a little sick today. Are you wet?" He 
reached his hand out from under the covers and felt where my diaper 
would normally be, but it was at my knees being so full, so he 
accidentally felt my peepee.
	"Did you take your diapee off, son?", he asked. I shook my head 
no and pointed down to my diaper. He turned on the side lamp and saw my 
diaper.
	"Okay, let's get you changed." He, got out of bed, lifted me up, 
and carried me on his hip back to my room and laid me on the changing 
table in my nursery. He took the tabs off my diaper and put it in the 
bin. He was still coughing and sneezing and it was starting to worry 
me.
	"You ok, Daddy?", I asked as he wiped the urine off of me.
	"I'm just a little sick, nothing to be worried about."
	"Daddy, if you're sick you need to rest and drink a lot of fluids 
and stuff."
	"I can't do that, son. I need to work on the computer and stuff 
today." Daddy finished wiping, lotioning, and powdering me. He lifted 
up my legs by my ankles and after laying an open diaper under me, set 
my legs back down. He then flipped me over onto my tummy so he could 
lotion my rear. He did that then flipped me over onto the diaper again. 
Normally I would open my legs so he could finish but I didn't want 
Daddy working while sick.
	"Open your legs son."
	"Not until you promise me you'll stay in bed."
	"Ok, you win. I'll stay in bed, ok?" I smiled and opened up my 
legs. Daddy lotioned, powdered, and covered my front and then started 
going back to his bed. When he got there I brought him some water and 
ginger ale. I didn't want Daddy leaving the room so I still had one 
more idea. A few months ago Daddy had bought some Adult Diapers so he 
could see what it was like to be me, and we still had some. I got one 
of them out of his closet and brought them to Daddy.
	"Here, Daddy. With these you won't have to get up for anything."
	"Wow, you've thought of everything, huh, son?"
	"hehe, Yup." Daddy took off the boxers he wore to sleep and laid 
back down. It didn't phase me to see Daddy naked, we've bathed together 
before. Since he wasn't messy, yet, I didn't have to wipe him. I asked 
him to flip over and he did. I laid the open diaper next to him and 
then got the lotion and powder. I lotioned and powdered his bottom, and 
after he flipped over, did the same to the front. After that I pulled 
the big diaper between his legs and fastened it in place.
	"Ok, now that that's done I want you to stay here ok? If you need 
anything just call me and I'll be up here ASAP, got it?"
	"I got it."
	"Good." I went downstairs and started to fix breakfast for him. I 
normally didn't eat breakfast (I know I should, I just don't like eggs 
and stuff.) I set everything on a bed tray and took it up to Daddy. I 
came down and about half an hour later I went up and took the tray from 
him.
	"Are you wet, Daddy?"
	"No, are you?" He reached out and felt my diapee. I had wet it, 
but not enough for a changing.
	"It isn't wet enough to change. If you do wet or mess, could you 
change yourself today. I'm not feeling good today."
	"Sure, now eat up, and I'll be back shortly to take away the tray 
and check your diapee." I went back downstairs and watched T.V. for 
about an hour. I went back up and Daddy was sleeping on his side. I 
didn't want to wake him up so I tip-toed over to him and checked his 
diaper. He had wet and messed it. If he was only wet I would have 
changed him when he woke up but Daddy said that you're supposed to 
change a poopy diaper ASAP. I gently flipped him onto his back. I 
changed him very slowly because I didn't want to wake him up. It took 
awhile, but I eventually changed him without waking him up. I took the 
tray with me back downstairs and watched TV for awhile. It was about 
noon so I started to make lunch. I made one for myself first and ate it 
then made one for Daddy. I put it on the tray and took it upstairs. He 
was still asleep so I nudged him to wake up. He did after about 3 
pushes.
	"Time for Lunch, Daddy."
	"Ok." He looked at the tray for awhile.
	"Son, what's this?", he asked pointing to a little cup of 2 
pills.
	"It's cold medicine to help you get better."
	"Oh, ok." He swallowed the pills and ate his lunch. I took the 
tray again and put it up. I looked in my own diapee and saw that I 
needed a change. It was hard for me to change my own diapee but I 
eventually got it. When that was done I put the tray and stuff up. I 
just played my video games for awhile. I went up to check on Daddy 
every few minutes and he was still coughing and sneezing and stuff. Now 
came the hard part, making a good dinner. Well, it would of been hard 
if I didn't realize we had chicken noodle soup. I made a bowl for him 
and took it upstairs along with more med. and a ginger ale.
	"Come on, Daddy. Time for dinner." He rolled onto his back and I 
laid the tray down. I left him to his food and right before I closed 
the door,
	"Owww!"
	"It's hot, I suggest you blow on it." And with that I left. I 
made myself some tuna which I like (and is very easy to make) and after 
cleaning it up went back upstairs to get the stuff done. I took the 
tray away and checked his diaper. It was messed, big time.
	"Come on, Daddy. We need to get you cleaned up." I supported him 
on the way to the bathroom. I filled up the tub while Daddy got 
undressed. Like I said earlier, it doesn't phase me. He got in the tub 
and started to wash him. I felt funny because usually it's the other 
way around with him washing me. When I had gotten him clean I reheated 
the tub and let him soak for awhile while I got a clean diaper and 
clothes. When he had finished soaking I dried him off and took him to 
his bed so I could get him dressed. He laid on the bed and I got him 
lotioned, powdered, diapered, and dressed in some pj's. I put him in a 
thick night time diaper so I wouldn't have to disturb him till morning. 
It was getting late so I changed my messy diapee and put a thick one on 
then went to bed in my crib. When I woke up Daddy was there looking 
down at me, he looked much better now.
	"Hi, son. Thanks for taking such good care of me yesterday."
	"You're welcome, Daddy."
	"I think you deserved a break from having to be Daddy for 
awhile." He picked me up out of my crib and layed me on my changing 
table. He changed me and we had a great day together, this time with 
him being the Daddy and me the helpless one, only I wasn't sick. Now 
that I think about, that was a very good day.