Watching Little Danny Mess His Diaper
by H. Grant

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Mrs. Nancy Sims and two of her 
female companions were sitting around the plush table in her living 
room having tea and talking about the latest gossip around the small 
town of Fairwood. It was quite an old-fashioned town in many ways 
despite its share of modern chain stores. Most of the people in 
Fairwood were quite wealthy thanks in part to a massive contingent of 
doctors and lawyers throughout the town. As a result, most of the women 
didn't work. In the case of Mrs. Sims, she was a nanny for hire who ran 
a small babysitting service out of her beautifully decorated mansion. 
Today she was watching little Danny. The sweet young toddler had just 
turned two years old about a month ago and was quite a handful. The 
young women doted on him every time they came over for tea on Sundays. 
They showered him with baby talk and plenty of tickling games. Now that 
he was entering his "terrible two's phase," Nancy needed all the help 
she could get with the little tyke. Today was one of those days.

"Oh isn't this sweater adorable, Layla darling?" Cheered Mrs. Sims 
holding up the garment that Kimberly Atkins had spend many weeks 
making.

Kimberly blushed as her long time friend handed the sweater over to 
Layla Hill. She wasn't used to such compliments from anyone else.

"It's simply marvelous, Mrs. Sims. I'm sure it will fit little Danny 
quite comfortably during those chilly autumn days outside," Layla 
beamed with pleasure.

Layla respected Mrs. Sims for her fine work as a nanny. Though Mrs. 
Sims was still in her early 30's, she seemed to have a lifetime of 
knowledge when it came to children - especially infants. She loved 
watching Nancy breast feed and play with little Danny. He was the 
cutest little boy - except when he made accidents in his diaper. Danny 
wasn't the brightest little baby by any means. He would continuously 
babble and drool while he watched cartoons on the TV. He knew only a 
few words like "mommy," "nanny," "candy," and "pee pee" (for when he 
had accidents). The rest of the time he was mostly prone to fussing and 
getting into things that he had no business getting into.

As the women continued their usual afternoon gossip and chatter, baby 
Danny toddled into the living room wearing the cutest blue cartoon t-
shirt and disposable diaper with Sesame Street designs. It made the 
usual raspy noise whenever he walked which was a telltale sign that he 
was nearby - alerting the young women to his presence. He had the 
softest baby skin and the cutest dimples whenever he smiled. His 
smooth, milky white complexion translated into the nicest pair of 
little legs and feet. His hair was sandy blonde and curled up in the 
back. The little tot plopped down on his pamper covered rump and began 
watching TV. He yelled quite loudly and clapped his hands together when 
his favorite cartoon came on.

"Isn't he the most adorable little boy you ever saw, girls?" Chimed 
Mrs. Sims.

"He certainly is, Nancy. He's such a sweetie. Just look at his cute 
lil' t-shirt," Replied Layla.

"Isn't it time for his feeding?" asked Kimberly inquisitively.

"Yes indeed, I almost forgot! He hasn't been fed since before church," 
answered Mrs. Sims. "He's probably very hungry."

Nancy Sims walked over to the little baby boy and waited patiently for 
the next commercial break to come on so as not to upset him. Then she 
scooped the little tot up under each of his precious little armpits and 
gently placed a loving hand underneath his Pamper for support. No 
wetness. That was good. The other women followed her into the kitchen. 
They watched intently as Danny's soft little legs dangled at the side 
of his nanny's voluptuous body. His precious baby feet brushed gently 
against her sides and his arms clung instinctively around her neck and 
shoulders for support. Nancy Sims had a very nice figure. She was 
strong in stature and had the nicest pair of ripe breasts - a 
prerequisite for most nannies as breast feeding was a large part of 
their daily tasks with children close to his age. Her hair was dark 
brown and quite lengthy reaching down her back. It was well kept and 
had a beautiful luster and sheen to it. Mrs. Sims was quite meticulous 
about her appearance - even when she wasn't in the presence of her 
wealthy husband. She took her role as a nanny very seriously and it 
showed. The other women (particularly Layla) were aspiring to be full 
time nannies as well, so Mrs. Sims did the best she could to let them 
in on the various tasks of caring for baby Danny.

Mrs. Sims placed little Danny gently into his highchair and began to 
strap him in for support. First one leg. Then the other. The little boy 
giggled and smiled up at the other girls. As usual, he enjoyed the 
attention being showered upon him. It was as if he was the center of 
the universe to these young women. A little pile of baby drool escaped 
his soft wet lips and dribbled down his chin.

"Oh Kimberly. Would you fetch the baby bib for me, please? I think it's 
in the pantry next to the coat closet," requested Mrs. Sims.

"Certainly, Nancy. It looks like Danny's making 'dribble dribble' again 
on his shirt....silly boy!"

"And Layla, would you fetch me the Gerber�s from the fridge?"

"Certainly. I'll bet our precious baby boy is hungry by now," cheered 
Layla as she eagerly brought the baby food over to Mrs. Sims.

The young babysitter scooped some of the mushy substance onto a small 
plastic spoon and pressed it against little Danny's soft moist lips. 
More totty drool dribbled out of his dumb little mouth as he opened up 
obediently for his nanny. Mrs. Sims gently inserted the spoon into his 
wet waiting mouth and watched the soft goop disappear off of the spoon. 
Kimberly returned with a napkin and a blue baby bib for little Danny to 
wear. Gently she wiped the little pile of spittle that had formed on 
his mouth, chin, and shirt and swept it clean. Then Nancy tied the bib 
in a nice bow and placed it lovingly around Danny's soft little neck 
and over his smooth baby chest. Another spoonful of Gerber goop 
followed, then a sip of apple juice from Danny's favorite alphabet 
bottle served to wash down the mushy substance.

"Now Danny, you be a good little boy and finish your baby food. You 
know how Nanny Sims loves it when you do what you're told."

The other women giggled at the spectacle of Danny attempting to chew 
his baby food and letting some of the mush dribble out of his mouth and 
onto his precious baby chin. He was such a mess. More drool and dribble 
escaped from his moist little lips and dripped onto his bib. He was 
such a brainless tot. The little boy started to fuss slightly as he 
realized - though quite dimly - that he was being 'put down' for the 
mess he was making on his mouth and shirt.

Danny looked all around him at his surroundings. The kitchen was well 
lit with sunlight from the many large windows in Mrs. Sims house. It 
was not unlike the house where he resided with his parents. Like most 
Sunday afternoons, he had been entrusted into the care of Mrs. Sims 
while his mommy and daddy went out to the nearby city to conduct their 
business and fill their weekend entertainment needs. He had grown quite 
used to coming over to Mrs. Sims large estate to be pampered and taken 
good care of. He had been under the watchful eye of nanny Sims since 
his early infancy and an afternoon of affections from she and her 
mouthy companions was no longer out of the ordinary. However, at the 
age of two, Danny - despite not being all that smart, began to develop 
his mental capacities at a very fast rate. He began to articulate not 
only what he was saying better, but what was being said to him. He had 
begun to differentiate the meanings of what was being said to him just 
by the decibels and tones of voices being used toward him by his 
parents and his nanny - not to mention her gossiping companions. He 
began to encounter strange new feelings that had - at one time - been 
quite alien to him. He began to feel more ticklish when Kimberly and 
Layla played "tickle-tickle" games with him. His little baby penis 
would begin to stand up and throb whenever the prospect of being 
touched was a certainty. Not only did this occur during diaper changes, 
it occurred almost every time he was picked up or held. Indeed, he was 
becoming much more sensitive to touch - especially when it came to 
genders of the opposite sex.

Young Danny also began to articulate feelings of embarrassment at the 
tender age of two. It used to be he would lie still when he was being 
changed. He would not (and could not) understand what was being said to 
him during the changing process - let alone what he should be feeling 
during such times. But gradually, as he came to understand what the 
different tones and words meant to him as he was encountering such 
interactions with the women, he came to realize more and more the 
meaning of shame or guilt about what he had done. The words being 
uttered to him during his diaper changes were by no means words of love 
or affection (most of the time), they were words of a scolding nature 
and tones of disapproval. For the first time in his small life, Danny 
began to come to grips with the feelings of shame, guilt, and most 
importantly - feelings of severe embarrassment. These early feelings 
became most evident whenever he drooled or needed to be changed on that 
special table in Mrs. Sims private nursery.

What also became apparent to little Danny, was the first stirrings in 
his mind of a desire for privacy during such intimate moments. He no 
longer enjoyed being observed by several women during feeding or 
changing times. This led to a great deal of fussing during those 
intimate occasions - especially while being changed.

Danny finished his Gerber�s meal and apple juice. Mrs. Sims allowed 
Kimberly to unstrap him from his highchair and pick him up. The young 
"nanny to be" cuddled him for a while, then took him to the nursery and 
plopped him on the floor to play with his toys. There was nice variety 
for him to choose from. The other women gathered round as Kimberly 
brought out more toys for little Danny to play with. There were the 
usual assortment of blocks and Legos, and there were also crayons with 
all sorts of colors. Danny's favorite toy was the Jack-in-the-Box which 
featured a small clown that popped out after winding it several times 
over. He would cheer and clap his hands whenever the clown popped out 
for a visit.

Little Danny tried to stand up. He was able to do it with some 
difficulty, and he even wobbled a few steps. He toddled around 
aimlessly while the women watched with great delight at his apparent 
progress at walking. The little tot felt the need to make "pee pee 
potty." As he continued toddling around the nursery, little Danny felt 
a few squirts of piddle exit his penis. Then a few more squirts.

SQUIRT.....ZZZZZTTT....SQUIRT.

Little Danny was peeing his diaper! The little tyke felt the small 
rivulets of baby tinkle trickle down his totty balls and into his 
thirsty pamper. The Sesame Street characters greeted the golden yellow 
stream of toddler pee with open arms. Soon, a golden puddle of magic 
piddle began to form in the frontal crotch of his diaper. It was filled 
with Danny's special pee pee! The wetness would soon become evident 
upon closer inspection from the young girls. It was inevitable that 
they would notice one way or another.

Young Danny began to cry. Partly out of discomfort from wetness and 
partly out of shame as he knew that soon his little wet spot would be 
discovered and he would be placed on that special table again. Little 
Danny made the mistake of trying to avoid the women in the nursery. He 
toddled over to the corner of the nursery and sat down with his back to 
them. This, of course, was an unmistakable sign to the women that the 
little tot had done something "naughty" and didn't want to be found 
out.

"Aww! Little Danny is crying." observed Layla.

"Did little Danny make wetsy?" asked Nancy.

"I think he did. I don't smell any BM. He's trying to hide from 
us...naughty baby," added Kimberly.

"Layla, dear. Please check the closet over there for pampers. This 
little one needs a new diaper!" said Nancy.

Layla dutifully walked over to the little closet at the far end of the 
make shift nursery and opened the door. To her dismay, there was only 
one diaper left!

"Oh Nancy, what are we going to do? There's only one diaper left!"

"Oh my heavens! Only ONE diaper? I thought I bought more just this past 
week!. Boy, these children go through diapers like there's no 
tomorrow," replied the seasoned babysitter.

"Well, if we use this one up, what happens if he does...well...you know 
what later?" asked Kimberly inquisitively.

There was a moment of pause between the three gossipers as they 
pondered the same disgusting and dirty image in their minds. They 
understood that young Danny would be with them for at least another 
four hours - perhaps more.

"Well, I guess we'll have to let him wallow in his wet diaper until he 
poops in it, then we can change him into the clean one. By that time, 
his mother will be here to pick him up," stated Mrs. Sims matter-of-
factly.

"But he might get a rash!" explained Kimberly, eyeing the toddler's 
rump.

"We'll put ointment and powder on him when he does his duty. Until 
then, we'll just have to keep a close eye on him so that we can change 
him as soon as he does 'IT'," replied Nancy.

Her companions nodded in agreement. Mrs. Sims idea made sense. They 
would have to watch little Danny very closely until he had his next 
accident. That way they could minimize the time that he spent rubbing 
his legs together in his puddle of wee wee. Besides, it was Sunday and 
the local stores were closed. They would have to travel all the way 
across town to a drug store to get more diapers - a task that none of 
them felt like doing since they were having such a great time keeping 
their dear friend Mrs. Sims company.

"It's settled then. We'll stay in here and watch him play. There's 
plenty to talk about anyway. Layla, go fetch some chairs from the 
kitchen table so we can all sit and watch little Danny in here."

Layla went to fetch two more chairs while Nancy took her customary 
place in the nanny's rocking chair next to the changing table. When the 
chairs were brought in and settled, the three women began to gossip 
again. They talked for hours. They kept a close eye on baby Danny the 
whole time they were talking. The conversation went from one thing to 
another, but it always seemed to settle on little Danny inevitably. The 
women took slight pity in knowing that he was already wet with childish 
wee wee. But they knew that his "pee pee accident" was only a preview 
of things to come.

They weren't disappointed.

After several hours of chatting, the women noticed Danny stand up and 
waddle over to the corner of the nursery. The young baby boy took wide 
steps - reflecting his obvious discomfort from the pee-pee stains that 
were now embedded in his disposable Sesame Street Pamper. The girls 
knew at once what he was about to do.

"Come on, girls, let's have a closer look!" cheered Nancy. "This way 
each of you can learn what kinds of symptoms a toddler displays when 
he's about to make a poo poo in his diaper."

The young girls were slightly disgusted, but eager to learn about this 
special activity that babies did on a daily basis. They all gathered 
around little Danny in a semi-circle and kneeled down on each side of 
him. Little Danny began to blush as he squatted down. His fleshy cheeks 
grew rosy red with shame and embarrassment as the women surrounded him 
and watched his every movement intently with eagerness to learn more 
about him.

The babysitters watched as the little boy parted his soft little legs 
slightly. Then he placed his hands on each wall in the corner for 
balance. What a terrific view for learning about little boys! Baby 
Danny's diaper covered bottom faced each of the girls. There was no way 
to hide it.

The young babysitters could hear little Danny begin to grunt. Slowly 
and softly, a small sliver of creamy child poop weaved its way out of 
little Danny's bottom. The first sliver coiled up in a circle and 
plopped lovingly in between his hiney cheeks. The women smiled and 
giggled at the beautiful smell of his baby progress. Another soft smear 
of mud squeezed out of little Danny's tight brown anus ring. Then 
another small "plop" followed. His Sesame Street diaper began to bulge 
outward from the weight of his pooey mess.

SLITTHHHER.....GGGLIIPP.....GLOOOP....SHHPLOPPP....SQUUUUSHH!!!

Danny continued making special potty for the girls. He began to get 
stinky and smelly.

Danny's baby poop began to grow and blossom into a large pile of smelly 
"squish squash" around the center of his tiny boyish bottom. It grew so 
big that some of the chocolate filth smeared itself against his baby 
balls. The odor of 'poo poo' and other baby smells greeted each of the 
girls� nostrils one by one as they began to wrinkle their eyes in 
disgust. Danny felt the large pile of brown mess smear itself all over 
his pure white hiney area. The steamy pile of smelly brown mush 
gradually became acquainted with the Sesame Street characters and tried 
to make friends. Some of the cartoon characters began to disappear in 
disgust. What an awful mess he was making in front of everybody! The 
soft pooey smell permeated the nursery room. The stench of baby poopies 
surrounded the little blocks in the nursery, the rocking chair, the 
hobby horse, and his favorite Jack-in-the-Box. Even the clown hiding 
inside could smell his sweet little mess.

The messy smell became much stronger, and the women had to hold their 
noses in disgust.

"Filthy boy! You've made poo poo in your diaper!" exclaimed Kimberly.

"Now we have to change you!" added Layla. "You're all wet and sticky."

"And he stinks too!" said Nancy. "Peeeeuuuuuu!"

Nancy Sims picked little Danny up by the armpits and swung him around 
to her side. His feet dangled delicately near her waist again. The 
young nanny placed a hand underneath his baby bottom for support. Of 
course, this only served to smear and mush the beautiful brown clay 
within. The other girls followed as Danny pouted openly with little boy 
shame. He had not only peed his pamper, his accident was now extra 
special - it was MESSY!

Despite being shamefully embarrassed, little Danny felt strangely 
aroused. His little "pee pee" began to grow stiff and erect - despite 
the special soft mush that was caked against his child-like testicles. 
He felt as if his entire bottom was filled and caked with brown "Play 
Doh." Mrs. Sims felt the large lump inside baby Danny's diaper. It felt 
soft, warm, and inviting - begging to be exposed for all to see. As 
Danny was being carried to the changing table, his legs dangled in 
little circles causing the soft brown poop to make squishy and squashy 
noises for all the girls to hear. He had made such a big mess!

Gently, Mrs. Sims lay Danny down on his back and removed his cartoon t-
shirt - exposing his soft baby belly and chest to Kimberly and Layla. 
The two girls helped Mrs. Sims by taking hold of the straps on each 
side of the changing table. Gently they strapped little Danny down to 
the changing table mattress. The little baby mattress had cute little 
Winnie The Pooh and Tigger designs made especially for baby boys like 
Danny. Mrs. Sims smiled down at little Danny and gave his little tummy 
a tickle while Layla and Kimberly began to peel the special Sesame 
tapes on each side of his disposable diaper. One by one they peeled the 
tapes off. The disposable pamper loosened and fell forward slightly. 
Little Danny struggled against the straps and tried to get away but his 
efforts were useless. He was firmly strapped down and surrounded by the 
three girls.

Gently, Nancy peeled the smelly diaper away from little Danny's 
struggling body. Layla and Kimberly each got their first glimpse of 
Danny's sweet little "pee pee" place. His cute little penis bobbled and 
throbbed with a combination of shame, embarrassment, and sexual 
excitement at the prospect of being touched and prodded by all three 
women at once.

Nancy peeled the diaper back further. The first traces of yellow piddle 
became evident to the girls. Little Danny's penis bobbled and jiggled 
uncontrollably. The little knob tingled with anticipation and 
excitement.

"Awe... look girls! I think little Danny likes having his diaper 
changed. His little pee pee is standing up!"

The other girls smirked and giggled at the sight of little Danny's tiny 
throbbing penis. They thought it was sooo cute!

But when his cute little diaper was pulled back further and lowered to 
the Winnie The Pooh mattress, a not so cute site greeted the 
babysitters. Baby Danny's balls and bottom were smeared with light 
brown "baby squash." Danny had made an awfully big mess this time! Each 
of his ass cheeks were covered in poo poo - almost like a smiley face. 
His tight anal crack was buried in soft squishy poop! And boy did he 
SMELL! The odor made him appear even more dirty and stinky to the 
girls.

"Oh what and smelly boy you are! Kimberly you hold his legs up. Layla 
you use the baby wipes on him. I�ll distract him with some toys." 
commanded Mrs. Sims.

Little Danny was momentarily distracted by Nancy and the rubber ducky 
glider above him while his tiny little legs were held in the air by 
young Kimberly. Soon, he felt the soft moist feeling of baby wipes 
being rubbed against his precious bottom. Layla was applying them 
expertly. She made sure to scoop up the large chunks of child poop 
first and place them into his dirty Sesame Street diaper. Then she took 
out more wipes and wiggled her womanly fingers into the tiny cracks and 
crevices of his messy bottom. Peeeeuuuu! What a disgusting smell!

Next it was time for the ointment and baby powder treatment. Kimberly 
continued holding little Danny's legs together by the ankles while 
Layla squeezed some ointment out of the tube. Then she began to rub and 
smear the slimy goop all over his cute little butt cheeks and crinkly 
brown anus. Then she sprinkled some baby powder on her hands and began 
to smooth the sweet "baby smelling" substance all over his base of his 
penis and tiny testicles. Then she slid her hand down his bottom and 
rubbed some of the white powder between his anus cheeks - dabbing a 
finger gently against his special brown "potty hole."

Little Danny was no longer struggling. He was wiggling and squirming in 
pure excitement and delight. Short blasts of infant orgasms rocked his 
tiny penis as nanny Layla worked her magic fingers all over his special 
potty place. Kimberly sensed his excitement too as she observed his 
penis remain thick and erect with little totty pleasure. The dirty 
diaper still lay beneath his bottom completely filled with toddler 
poop. The Sesame Street characters were no longer cute. They were 
covered with filthy baby boy poopies!

Layla placed the rest of the dirty baby wipes inside the Pamper and 
folded it over. Then she taped the smelly spectacle shut and tossed it 
in the nearby diaper pail. Nancy Sims went to the closet and withdrew 
the last remaining pamper. It had baby block designs and balloons on 
it. Kimberly held Danny's legs a little higher so that Nancy could 
slide the precious little pamper underneath Danny's clean smelling 
bottom. The little boy cooed with pleasure and giggled loudly as the 
new diaper was folded back over his penis and the little baby tapes 
were fastened and secured on each side. The young babysitters smiled 
down at little baby Danny. And Danny smiled back up at them. He had 
just experienced one of the best orgasms of his short young life. 
Hopefully for him, there would be more where that came from!