TIGER GETS A CHANGE ------------------- Synopsis -- Mikey gets his poopy diaper changed by an understanding Dad. The long car ride from New York was finally over. They had dropped off Mom at her sister's house. Mom was going to help Mikey's Aunt Mary for a week while Mary recuperated from an operation. "Come on Tiger, let's go inside. Are you still dry?" said Mikey's dad, reaching out for his toddler son's hand. "Yeah, Dad I am," said Mikey as he waddled toward the front door. The bulge beneath Mikey's OshKosh coveralls gave proof of his diapered condition. As Mikey came in the front door, he suddenly stopped and looked a little pensive. Dad noticed this change in his son's demeanor and said, "I think a Tiger is about to fill his diaper." Mikey's diaper was still dry and fluffy, the condition it had been in since Dad had pinned it on just before they left, some 4 hours ago. Mikey looked up at Dad and grinned. Mikey felt the pressure in his rectum get too much to hold. A log of poop started its way into the soft confines of the diaper. Mikey felt it oozing out his rectum. As the poop was almost finished with its journey, Mikey's bladder reacted. Pee started gushing through his penis and into the diaper. Mikey felt the warmth as the pee was soaked into the cloth and started making a small puddle in the bottom of the plastic pants. Because the overalls fit tightly and kept Mikey's plastic pants snug against the diaper, the pee started seeking a new home, dampening the back of Mikey's diaper. Meanwhile, the poop was squeezing itself against Mikey's bum. Mikey felt its warmth join the warmth of the pee. "Is Tiger's diaper filled now?" "Yeah, dad, it is." "OK, I'll change you in a little while. Let's make sure you're really done first." Mikey waddled into the living room, with the lump of poop wiggling back and forth with each step. As Dad turned on the TV, Mikey sat on the floor to watch, feeling the poop squish all over his bum. Thanks to the pee, Mikey's whole diaper zone was now warm and wet. After about half an hour, Mikey stood up to go into the kitchen to see what Dad was making. He felt another small piece of poop fall into his diaper, followed by a little more pee. "Ready for a change, Tiger?" "Yes, Dad. Can I have a drink of water?" "Sure," Dad said as he handed Mike the toddler cup containing some water. "We know where that will end up in a little while, don't we?. Well, finish up and we'll get you into some dry diapers." Handing the empty cup back to Dad, Mikey turned and headed for his room, with Dad following behind. Beneath Mikey's coveralls Dad noticed the extra bulge proving that Mikey was carrying a load. Once in the room, Dad carefully took off Mikey's coveralls and shirt, and placed them on the bureau. Now Mikey was just standing there in his shoes and socks, and the matted plastic pants. "Well, it looks like your plastic pants did their job. Your overalls and shirt are clean. OK, Tiger, hop up." Mikey climbed onto the changing table and lay down, placing his hands behind his head while he waited for Dad to start the chore. Mikey looked past his belly and saw the front of his milky white Playtex plastic pants, still pretty much matted down from having been tightly confined in the overalls. As Dad reached out for the plastic pants, Mikey knew his job was to raise his bum. Dad gingerly pulled the plastic pants down past the diaper, being careful not to let any poop fall out. The odor of poop and pee was released into the room. "Smells like a stinky one, Tiger." As Mikey relaxed his bum back on the table, Dad slid the plastic pants down as far as Mikey's ankles. He looked at his son lying there in a yellowed diaper and noticed the bulge in the crotch from the lump of poop. Meanwhile, Mikey was looking past his belly and could see the saw-tooth edge of a yellowed Curity diaper matted against his skin. Dad unpinned the left side of the diaper, and then the right. Laying the pins aside, he carefully pulled the diaper away from Mikey's front. Now the lump of poop was plain to see, as was Mikey's penis and surrounding area, still glistening from all the wetness. Dad lifted Mikey's legs and, Using the wet front of the diaper, wiped some of the worst of Mikey's poop from his rectal area, carefully pulling the messy diaper from beneath Mikey's bum, and putting the soiled cloth aside. Mikey shivered a bit as his wet skin, now exposed to the room air, cooled off. Dad took a Baby Wipe and carefully cleaned Mikey's bum. He used a fresh one to finish cleaning Mikey's front. Now Dad had a clean son, lying before him essentially naked, and now dry in the diaper zone. Dad sprinkled some baby powder on his hands and rubbed it all over Mikey's diaper zone, getting Mikey ready for another wetting session. Mikey liked the warmth of his Dad's hands, while Dad noticed Mikey's tiny penis getting a little bit bigger. "I guess even little boys like being touched down there," Dad thought. Dad retrieved a pair of dry diapers from the stack beneath the table. Again lifting Mikey's bum, Dad spread the diapers beneath his son's bum. Again Mikey relaxed onto the table as Dad pulled the soft, clean, white diaper fabric between Mikey's legs, covering Mikey's penis. Retrieving the pins, Dad carefully pinned first the left side, and then the right side of Mikey's diaper, making sure it was tight and snug. Mikey looked past his belly and now he again could see the saw-toothed edge of the diaper, for now dry, white, clean, and fluffy. Looking at the plastic pants still resting on his son's ankles, Dad noticed they were still wet and had some stains. "Looks like we'll need some new plastic pants, Tiger," Dad said, as he reached for a clean pair from beneath the table. Dad removed the dirty pair of plastic pants, put them next to the dirty diaper, and slipped the clean pair over his son's ankles, then knees and up to his waist. Mikey helped out by raising his bum as the plastic pants were drawn up to his waist. Checking to make sure the diaper was entirely inside the plastic pants, Dad said, "OK Tiger climb down." After Mikey climbed down from the table, Dad helped Mikey back into the overalls and shirt. "OK, Tiger, all done," said Dad. As Mikey started out of his room and headed to watch TV, Dad smiled as he watched his son, bulging pants and all, waddle out the door. Picking up the plastic pants and messy diaper, Dad started walking to the bathroom so he could dump Mikey's poop in the toilet. As Dad walked out into the hallway, he felt an uncomfortable sensation. He strained a tiny bit and felt a huge log of poop flowing out of his rectum and into his diaper, followed by a torrent of pee. "Like son, like father," he thought as he reached the bathroom.