Howard watched in awe as the well-endowed boy knelt between Rose’s widely spread legs and fumbled to enter her. A twinge of jealousy rose up in him as he realized that he wanted to be the one to deflower the maiden so invitingly laid out on the carpet before him. The boy entered her and thrust twice quickly and moaned in pleasure. Howard wanted to moan too. The crotch of his diaper felt hot and his penis was as erect as the young man’s. The only difference between Howard’s lust and the young man’s was scale. Howard’s infant body wouldn’t have been able to tickle Rose, much less enter her. Nonetheless, his passion made waves of pleasure thrill through his body as if he was the one who was fucking her rather than her boyfriend. When the boy’s thighs went rigid in orgasm, Howard felt a similar sensation as his entire crotch became warm and waves of pleasure came up from his pubic area.
Both Howard and David sighed in contentment as their passions were expended. Rose sighed too, but for a different reason. She shouldn’t have gone down on David like that. He had a bad enough problem with premature ejaculation without over stimulating him. The fellatio had brought him to the brink of orgasm and left him teetering on the edge. She had gotten used to Quickie sex with him, but only two thrusts? She was just getting started when he had shot his wad. “Oh, well,” she thought to herself, “We’ll wait half an hour and try again. Maybe his need for me won’t be so…’urgent’ next time.”
Rose’s disappointed musings were interrupted by David saying, “Rose, what’s that smell?”
Rose sniffed and muttered under her breath tiredly in Yiddish, “Oy! Can’t we ever have any peace?” Then in a louder voice she said to David, “The baby’s pooped in his diaper again. Get off of me, David. I need to change him.”
David rolled off her body and lay on the floor while she bent over the playpen to pick up Bri-Bri. She held him to her naked bosom with one hand while she pulled open the back of his diaper to peek inside. She chuckled and said down to David, “It looks like the two of you dumped your loads at the same time. I’ll bet little Bri-Bri enjoyed himself every bit as much as you did, David!”
David looked incredulous and replied doubtfully, “Are you telling me he ‘came’ too?”
Rose laughed and said, “Of course not silly! Babies can’t orgasm! I mean he pooped in his diaper.”
David looked shocked and said, “Do you mean they ENJOY shitting in their pants?”
Rose rolled her eyes up to the heavens as if expecting some divine intervention to cure her boyfriend’s innocence. She commented in an aside to herself under her breath, “Voden?” Then she dropped her eyes to David and said directly, “Of course, Silly! What other pleasures do they have? Other than sucking on their bottles and making messes in their dydees, babies’ brains aren’t mature enough to have anything other than the most primitive physical pleasures,” Rose told him patronizingly.
“I can’t believe it,” David insisted, “How could they like something so disgusting?”
“You enjoyed making messes in your pants too, when you were his age,” Rose replied, “Besides, it’s not disgusting when a little baby makes a poo-poo in his dydee. They can’t help themselves. They may not even know when they’re doing it.”
“I thought you said he enjoyed it and now you’re telling me that he didn’t know he did it. That doesn’t make sense!”, David exclaimed.
“If he makes a little poopy he may not be aware of it, but if he dumps a big load, you can be sure he feels it. By the size of the mess in this little baby’s diaper, I’d say he enjoyed himself…immensely!”, Rose laughed.
“Would you like to see?”, Rose offered, turning around so the baby’s bottom was facing David and bending down so she could open the back of the diaper for him to look inside.
“No thanks!”, David answered in disgust as he got up from the carpet to evade the reek of the open diaper.
David trailed behind as Rose carried little Bri-Bri to the nursery to change his stinky dydee. She laid him down on the changing pad on the dresser and pulled the tapes open on the sides of his diaper. it wasn’t until she pulled the diaper away from his abdomen and down between his legs that the stench of Bri-Bri’s bowel movement became overpowering. David backed off in haste, trying to evade the unhealthy miasma that threatened to engulf him. Bri-Bri’s bottom was covered in the soft poop of infancy. David looked at the poop and asked, “Is he sick? It looks like he has diarrhea!”
“No, David,” Rose chuckled, “Baby poop always looks like this. Their diet of fruits and vegetables makes their poop very soft. If you ate like nothing but fruits and vegetables and washed it down with formula, your poop would look like this too!”
David made a moue of distaste at her suggestion. Rose laughed merrily and said, “You’ll have to do better than that if you expect to be a father some day, David! You’re old enough to get married now, David. You’ve graduated High School and are going to college this fall. It’s high time you learned to take responsibility. Do you want to be a hameshe all your life? The days of the Temple of Solomon are over, Boytchik! Women expect men to help them with the children today. And that means changing diapers!”
She wiped Bri-Bri’s little tush clean and said, “Look at him, David! How can you be repelled by a sweet little baby like this?”
Rose turned him over on his stomach and carefully put a coating of vaseline on Howard’s bottom, saying, “Just look at his little tuchis, David. Did you ever see anything so sweet and adorable in your life? I know he makes stinks in his dydees, but that’s the way babies are. He’s only a pitsele! There’s nothing wrong in that! Doesn’t Torah command us to be fruitful and multiply? How can we do that if we can’t stand being around a sweet little baby?”
Rose powdered Bri-Bri’s bottom and flipped him over on his back again. She raised his feet, put a diaper beneath his bottom and said, “Here, David! I’ve done the hard part. Now you show me you know how to fasten a diaper on a baby!”
David edged closer and looked at the infant laying on the dresser in front of him. Howard had gotten over his embarrassment at having Rose change him, but when he looked up into David’s eyes and saw the unmitigated horror in the young man’s eyes, he wanted to scream in humiliation.
David looked at Bri-Bri incredulously and said, “Is there something wrong with him? His dick is so tiny and…wh..where are his balls? Has he been castrated?”
“No Silly,” Rose said patiently, “He’s a little baby and they haven’t gotten big yet. At this stage in his life, they’re only about the size of large peas.” Then she stopped in mid-speech and said with a gimlet eye, “You’re an only child, aren’t you David?”
“W..Well…yes,” admitted David hesitantly.
“If you had had little brothers or sisters you would have seen how babies look before. Come on over and diaper little Bri-Bri. There’s nothing difficult or wrong about diapering a baby. It’s a useful thing to know how to do. When adults get old, they sometimes have to wear diapers too! To be ill or young is no shande!” Rose said. She chuckled and added with a smirk, “Women tend to be less feeble in their old age than men. Women also don’t have prostates to give them urinary problems. If we get married and grow old together, there might be a time when you get so incontinent that I’ll have to put you back in diapers! Just think, in forty or fifty years that could be you laying there on the changing pad!”
“Rose!”, David burst out indignantly as his cheeks blushed red in response to the humiliating mental images she had evoked.
Rose laughed and said, “Come on, Loverboy! I was only kidding! I was only trying to get you to see how natural diapers are. If a person is too young or ill to control themselves, what else can they wear? There’s nothing shameful about diapers. Come over here and powder little Bri-Bri’s front and tape his diaper down. That’s all you have to do. Come on, the baby can’t wait all day!”
David came over hesitantly as if he was reluctant to touch something that had produced such filth a few minutes before. Rose grabbed him by the hand and led him to the dresser where she put the container of baby powder in his hand. “There,” she said, closing his hand around the powder, “Just give him a light dusting on the crotch.”
Rose watched as David sprinkled a heavy coat of powder over Bri-Bri’s pubes and said, “Stop! That’s more than enough! Now you’ll have to rub it in!”
“Rub it in?”, David quailed.
“You put too much powder on him and now you’ll have to rub it in,” Rose said patiently as if she was teaching a small boy how to tie his shoes.
David put two fingers together and began to massage Bri-Bri’s inner thighs. Howard grew wide-eyed as he felt the young man’s fingers make circular motions on the sensitive skin of his groin. He squirmed a little under David’s touch. It was only thing to have a beautiful girl change his diapers, but it was quite another to have a teenaged boy’s hand in his crotch. What did they think he was, some kind of pervert?
Rose nodded her approval and said, “Rub it into his penis and balls, David! Don’t worry, he won’t bite you.” She laughed and added, “After all, babies don’t have any teeth!”
David took Bri-Bri’s little balls between his fingers and began rubbing them, making Howard writhe in embarrassment as he felt himself being involuntarily stimulated. David’s eyes widened as he saw Bri-Bri’s tiny penis begin to engorge with blood and get hard under his touch.
“H..He’s getting a hard-on!”, David stammered in shock, “Is he some kind of queer?”
Howard flailed his arms and legs helplessly in mortification at his tumescent state. David’s remark had hit a nerve and made him wonder if his sexuality had been affected when he was rejuvenated. Although he hadn’t lost his attraction for women’s boobs, there was no denying the obvious evidence that he took pleasure from David’s touch; his entire crotch was tingling from David’s gentle finger massage. When he opened his mouth to scream, Rose silenced his inarticulate protests by gagging him with a pacifier. Rose smiled at David and said, “Baby boys often get aroused when their diapers are changed. It’s just a physical thing, David. It doesn’t have anything to do with sexuality. They scream a lot too. That’s why most mothers put pacifiers close to their babies’ changing stations. You can go ahead and fasten his diaper, the powder is rubbed in now.”
David nodded and drew the diaper up between Bri-Bri’s legs as he sucked on his pacifier and stared up at David with a look of dark rage brooding silently behind his blue eyes. A minute later, his pubes were safely ensconced in a clean diaper. Rose watched David finish diapering Bri-Bri with approval, then moved him aside so she could search the dresser to find something appropriate for Bri-Bri to wear while he slept. She went through the drawers one-by-one until she found the Bri-Bri’s nightwear in the bottom of the dresser. It was a little too warm that evening to put the baby in a sleeper, she thought to herself as she discarded the fleecy blue sleeper in her hand and picked up a white cotton onesie from the stack in the drawer. Rose straightened up and sat Bri-Bri up on the changing pad. Then she gathered the front and back of the long T-shirt in her hands and tugged it down over his head, working his little hands through the short sleeves before pulling it down to his diaper. She lay Bri-Bri on his back again and lifted his legs as she drew the flap of the onesie up between his legs and fastened the snaps to the front. Then she carried him out to the living room while David brought up the rear.
