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But Naddie has decided that it would be best to show them their usual dynamic. Not as boyfriend & girlfriend. But as Mommy and little. Thankfully, it seems like they are rather excited to be grandparents.\n\n\nAnother wonderful story by [fa]HoratioHusky[/fa]!\n\nThis story is not in the same continuity as the \"Alex's Little Journey\" storyline. It is instead a stand alone story in its own universe.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Jordan is finally going to meet his girlfriend's parents. But Naddie has decided that it would be best to show them their usual dynamic. Not as boyfriend & girlfriend. But as Mommy and little. Thankfully, it seems like they are rather excited to be grandparents.


Another wonderful story by \n\t\t\t\t\tHoratioHusky!

This story is not in the same continuity as the "Alex's Little Journey" storyline. It is instead a stand alone story in its own universe.", "writing": "Grandma and Grandpa's House\n\nBy Horatio Husky\n\nCommissioned by Chrono\n\nWritten in May of 2025\n\nRated 18+\n\nCopyright (c) 2025 Horatio Husky\n\nAll rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, redistributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopy, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the original author, addressed ``Attention: Redistribution Request,'' at the provided author's website. \n\nAny references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author's imagination.\n\nPublished on FurAffinity, in the United States of America.\n\nFront cover image by ___.\n\nBook design by HYPERLINK \"https://www.furaffinity.net/user/horatiohusky/\" \\h Horatio Husky .\n\nEdited by ___.\n\nCommissioned by ChronoKitten.\n\nwww.patreon.com/horatiohusky \n\nhttps://subscribestar.adult/horatiohusky \f\n\n\n\n\n[b][center]Grandma and Grandpa's House[/center][/b]\n\n[center]By Horatio Husky\n\nCommissioned by Chrono[/center]\n\n\n[b][center]Part One[/center][/b]\n\n\tThe car's tires crunched softly over the gravel shoulder as Naddie eased it to a stop beneath the shadow of swaying trees. Sunlight streamed through the canopy above, dappling the windshield in golden patches, and a late afternoon stillness settled around them like a warm blanket.\n\nIn the backseat, Jordan squirmed in his carseat, his cheeks already tinted with pink beneath the soft white of his fur. The drive had stretched on for hours, five, maybe more, and while Naddie had kept the mood light with her usual sing-song teasing and frequent check-ins, Jordan could no longer pretend the thick bulk between his legs was not getting increasingly squishy.\n\nHe hugged his plushie tight, the poor wolf stuffie smushed under his arm like a lifeline and kept his legs slightly apart as Naddie's voice purred up from the front seat.\n\n\"Alright, stinkerbutt,\" she chirped, flicking on the hazard lights and putting the car in park. \"Time for a diaper check. Mommy's pretty sure someone's bottom's gone from crinkly to squishy.\"\n\nJordan froze. \"N-Naddie...\" he mumbled, almost inaudibly around his pacifier, but his protest came out more like a whimper. She just giggled and turned around to face him, already reaching back to tickle under his chin.\n\n\"Awww, don't be shy now. You know babies don't get to complain about diaper checks... Especially not when they're making pouty faces like that. Now be a good kitten and come on back.\"\n\nBefore Jordan could protest further, Naddie had already stepped out of the car, the door swinging open with a soft [i]thunk[/i]. She opened the trunk and began unfolding the thick blanket laid over the back cargo area, his unofficial changing mat for road trips. His cheeks burned even hotter as he was gently guided, still clutching his plushie, out of the back seat and into the open air. A cool breeze danced against his fur, and he gasped softly as it touched the tender backs of his legs where his onesie rode up.\n\nHe shuffled awkwardly, trying in vain to tug the hem of his lime-green onesie down over the white, sagging bulk of his exposed diaper. But there was no hiding it: the leg gathers were puffed and stained a pale yellow from hours of wetting, and the whole thing sagged dramatically beneath the tight snaps of his onesie. His tail curled in embarrassment, but Naddie wasn't going to let him run.\n\n\"Up we go!\" she declared, hoisting him effortlessly by the waist and plopping him down onto the padded blanket. His tail flicked once, twice, before tucking bashfully between his legs as he laid back. \n\n\"I-I could've waited till we got there...\" \n\nJordan tried one last, futile protest, his paws clutching his plushie to his chest like a shield.\n\nNaddie smirked and leaned down close, her warm breath brushing against his ear. \n\n\"Silly. You think I'd let my baby show up to meet Grandma and Grandpa with a droopy, soggy bum? [i]Tsk tsk[/i]. What would they [i]think[/i] of Mommy if she let her little one toddle in with pee all the way up his fluff?\"\n\nJordan groaned and buried his face in the plushie's fur, his ears pinned flat against his head. He could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks. The smell of baby powder and distant pine mingled in the air, grounding him even as his mind spiraled into helplessness.\n\nOne by one, the diaper supplies appeared around him like magic. pulled from the organized diaper bag sitting just inside the open trunk. A box of [i]The Wittest Wipes[/i], a fresh pack of AlphaGatorz diapers (extra thick, just how Naddie liked to keep him), and his favorite lavender-scented powder. Naddie hummed softly as she unsnapped and removed the onesie between his legs, revealing the swollen padding within.\n\n\"There we go... oh [i]dear[/i], someone's been soaking this like a good little sponge,\" she teased, giving the front of the diaper a gentle squeeze. It squished audibly. Jordan squirmed again, heart pounding in his chest.\n\n\"Mmmff... Mommy...\" \n\nHe whined, but she was already popping his pacifier back between his lips with a knowing smile.\n\n\"Oh, hush now. Good babies let Mommy do what she needs to. You're not the one in charge of your diapers, remember?\"\n\nHis toes curled as she untaped the soggy garment, lifting his legs with practiced care. The warm air hit his damp fur and made him shiver, not just from temperature, but from pure, overwhelming embarrassment and... that fuzzy, tingly warmth that came with being so exposed, so cared for.\n\nHe sucked harder on the pacifier as Naddie wiped him down, her motions both gentle and clinical. Her teasing never stopped though, not really.\n\n\"Honestly, I don't know how you managed to leak this much without it spilling down your thighs. You really [i]do[/i] need to be checked more often. What if Grandma notices a spot on Mommy?s car seat?\" \n\nShe cooed. Jordan whimpered audibly. With a final wipe, she folded up the used diaper and tossed it into the plastic bag waiting nearby. The crinkling of a fresh one being opened made his breath hitch. It always sounded so loud, especially out here in the middle of nature, where birdsong and the soft rustle of trees did nothing to cover it up.\n\nThe new diaper was slid beneath him and puffed up thickly between his legs. Naddie sprinkled a generous helping of powder across his hips and tummy, her pawpads rubbing it in with affectionate circles.\n\n\"Now there's my powder-puffed prince!\" she beamed. \"Doesn't that feel better?\"\n\nHe nodded slowly, face buried halfway in his plushie, and murmured something through the paci that even he did not understand. The truth was, it did feel better. The fresh diaper hugged his hips snugly, its padding thick and reassuring, crinkling every time he so much as shifted. He loved this, he truly loved this kind of treatment and Naddie was all too aware of that fact.\n\nNaddie leaned down to nuzzle his forehead.\n\nThe clean diaper rested open beneath him like a puffy cradle, pristine and soft and waiting to envelop him in its embrace. Jordan stared up at the roof of the car above him, the gentle rustle of leaves and birdsong framing the increasingly familiar ritual. He sucked gently on his pacifier, trying to anchor himself, anything to stop his tail from curling around his thigh in embarrassment.\n\nNaddie did not rush. She [i]never[/i] rushed a diaper change. Not when it was her sweet baby under her care.\n\n\"There we go, baby boy,\" she murmured, her tone low and syrupy, the kind of voice one might use when tucking a child in at night. \"Let's make sure you're nice and fresh for Grandma and Grandpa. They'll want to see you looking your cutest.''\n\nJordan whined behind his pacifier. That image, meeting Naddie's parents for the first time in little more than a [i]diaper[/i], was enough to make his paws ball into fists at his chest. He shook his head slightly, but Naddie only responded with a giggle, one paw reaching up to boop his nose.\n\n\"Aw, don't be fussy now. You're my little kitten, and babies don't have to worry about things like that. Mommy will take care of everything.''\n\nHer paws were warm against his thighs as she gently spread his legs apart. She rubbed small, tender circles into his hips, fingertips brushing through soft fur before moving down to the inside of his thighs. Each touch sent warm flutters across his belly, leaving his skin tingling. It was [i]intimate[/i], powerfully so, and that intimacy was what left his cheeks furiously red.\n\n\"You've been such a good boy this whole drive,'' she cooed, leaning in to plant a kiss just above his belly button. \"No fussing, no tantrums. And you soaked your diaper like a champ. Just like a real little kitten.''\n\nJordan's eyes squeezed shut, as though that might somehow block out the way his tummy flipped at those words. He hated how much he loved them. His ears were burning, and the pacifier in his mouth trembled slightly with his nervous sucking. Naddie, of course, noticed.\n\n\"Aww, getting all blushy again? My poor shy baby.''\n\nShe crooned, her voice almost teasing now as she reached for the container of wipes again. \n\n\"You always act like it's so embarrassing, but I see how your tail wags when I start your change.''\n\nJordan whimpered and covered his eyes with the plushie.\n\n[i]Why did she have to be so right?[/i]\n\nThe first cool wipe touched down, and he gasped. She started with slow, deliberate strokes, wiping him clean one inch at a time. She always went slowly, never just to tease, but to [i]remind[/i] him that every inch of him belonged to her care. She cleaned his front with soft passes, never rushing, always murmuring praise with each touch.\n\n\"Such a soggy little snow leopard,'' she teased with a little hum. \n\n\"You really [i]needed[/i] this change. It must've been so warm and mushy in there, huh?''\n\nHis tail flicked in humiliation, but she simply lifted his legs and pressed them gently against his belly, exposing his bottom. She cooed softly at the sight.\n\n\"Look at this puffy little tushie... so sensitive and squirmy,'' she purred, reaching for another wipe.\n\nJordan could barely breathe. Every touch, every word, made his core light up with warmth, deep and heavy and safe, like being swaddled in affection. And even as embarrassment gnawed at him, it was drowned by the sweetness of her voice, the careful attention she lavished on every part of him.\n\n\"You know Mommy loves doing this for you, don't you?'' \n\nShe asked, pressing her nose briefly to his thigh. \n\n\"Taking care of you like this? You don't have to be big. You don't have to pretend to be brave. You can just [i]be[/i] my baby.''\n\nJordan let out a soft, helpless moan behind the paci. His whole body was tingling, pliant, melting under her care. His arms relaxed, plushie resting against his chest now instead of shielding his face. He blinked up at her with wide eyes, every inch of his body humming with surrender.\n\n\"There's my good boy,'' Naddie whispered, laying down the last wipe and grabbing the bottle of lavender-scented powder. \n\n\"Now let's get your fluffy bottom nice and powdered.''\n\nShe sprinkled a generous puff across his hips and between his thighs, then gently worked it in with slow, massaging circles. Her paw pads glided over his skin in rhythm, coaxing tiny whimpers and shivers from him.\n\n\"You always smell so cute after powdering,'' she giggled, rubbing some into his lower belly. \n\n\"Like a real nursery kitty. Bet Grandma's gonna pick you right up and pinch these cheeks.''\n\nJordan buried his face in the plushie again. \n\n\"Mmmffhhmm!'' \n\nThe thought made his stomach twist with equal parts dread and excitement.\n\nNaddie only laughed, and it was that warm, maternal laugh that made his heart ache in the best way. Finally, she pulled the front of the fresh diaper up between his legs. The crinkle was loud, firm, new, and Jordan whined softly again as she smoothed it over his tummy.\n\n\"There we go,'' she murmured, taping one side, then the other, making sure they were snug. She ran her paw over the landing strip with a firm, confirming pat. \n\n\"All taped up. All snug. Just how Mommy likes you.''\n\nShe leaned in and kissed his forehead gently, brushing his bangs aside.\n\n\"My perfect padded kitten.''\n\nJordan's heart fluttered behind his ribcage. He blinked up at her, lips still wrapped around his pacifier, and nodded slightly. His entire body felt warm and floppy, like he'd been turned into pudding under her gaze.\n\n\"Let's get your dino hoodie on, hmm?'' she said, giving the front of his diaper one last, affectionate squeeze. \n\n\"Can't have that baby belly getting chilly.''\n\nWith practiced fingers, she pulled his hoodie back over his head, each second of her help seemed to cement reality of his situation: helpless, freshly powdered, lovingly diapered, and about to be introduced to a pair of strangers as Mommy's \"baby.''\n\nAnd he [i]loved[/i] it. He almost hated how much he loved it.\n\n\"There we are!'' Naddie sang as she lifted him into her arms again, resting him against her chest. \"Fresh diaper, paci in, and cuddles incoming. Next stop: Grandbaby's big debut!''\n\n\"Alrighty! Now let's get you to Grandma and Grandpa before someone wets [i]this[/i] one too!\"\n\nJordan groaned softly and let himself be lifted into her arms. And boy, did he [i]love[/i] being carried. Even if it meant everyone could see the outline of his fresh diaper beneath his tail, bouncing softly with every step.\n\nJordan whimpered softly and tucked his head against her shoulder. He did not know what he was more flustered about, that he was about to meet Naddie's parents while padded like a toddler or that part of him was actually looking forward to it.\n\nWith the hood of his hoodie now resting over his ears, Naddie gently lifted Jordan back into her arms, cradling him close for just a moment longer. His head nestled instinctively against her chest, pacifier bobbing lightly as he nursed comfort from its rubbery bulb. The thick crinkle of his newly taped diaper was loud in his ears as she shifted him back toward the open car door.\n\n\"Alright, little snowdrop,'' she whispered into his ear, the tone teasing yet full of affection, \"let's get that fluffy bum of yours back in your carseat. One more hour and you'll get to meet Grandma and Grandpa.''\n\nJordan whimpered softly, but he did not resist. The warmth of the fresh change still lingered on his skin, and the powdery scent that clung to him only deepened his sense of smallness. As Naddie lowered him into the back seat, the familiar shape of the booster-style carseat greeted him, complete with its plush support sides, cartoon-print cover, and built-in cup holder stocked with a juice box.\n\nIt wasn't just a normal seat, it was [i]his[/i] seat. A padded throne designed for a big cub who needed just a bit more help than most grownups. And today, Naddie had insisted he ride in it without pants, with just the onesie and his thick diaper beneath. She buckled the harness in place with practiced ease, making sure the chest clip was snug and the lap straps secured just right across the front of his diaper.\n\n\"There we go,'' she cooed, giving the puffy bulge of his padding a light pat. \"All tucked in and ready to go. Mommy's little backseat baby.''\n\nJordan flushed hard, ears burning. Even though the windows were tinted and they were parked off the road, he still felt impossibly exposed. He sat there, strapped in with his legs slightly apart thanks to the sheer bulk between them, and nothing covering the bottom half of his diaper.\n\n[i]No pants.[/i] Just like Naddie wanted.\n\nBecause, as she had told him with a kiss on the cheek earlier, \"Babies don't get pants unless Mommy says so. And I want everyone to see how well I take care of my baby.''\n\nJordan squirmed slightly as the straps pressed gently against the front of his diaper. His body tingled with embarrassment, but the heat in his chest wasn't only from shame. There was something undeniably exciting about how obvious it all was, the thick white plastic with its pastel prints on full display, every little movement drawing out a noisy crinkle that echoed in the small car.\n\nNaddie slid back into the driver's seat, adjusted her mirror so she could peek back at him, and started the engine. \n\n\"Alright, sweetpea. Just one more hour and we're there. I've got your favorite songs queued up.''\n\nShe tapped her phone, and soon enough, familiar playful tunes filled the air. Some were classic lullabies remixed with synth pop, others were cheerful, upbeat songs from cartoons they liked to watch together during cuddle time. Jordan's ears twitched in rhythm as he settled back, clutching his plushie in his lap while the car started rolling again.\n\nThe hum of the road, the soft music, the comforting squeeze of his diaper - it was all too easy to slip into that dreamy in-between space, that gentle buzz of littlespace that wrapped around him like a blanket.\n\nStill, his thoughts buzzed just beneath the surface, spinning and swirling with nervous anticipation.\n\nHe was about to meet Naddie's [i]parents[/i]. Not just meet them. [i]Stay[/i] with them. For the [i]whole[/i] weekend. As her baby. Fully in diapers. Fully cared for. And most shockingly of all fully seen.\n\nJordan hugged the plushie tighter.\n\nHe remembered Naddie's words from the night before, when she had stroked his back in bed while they talked in whispers under the covers.\n\n[i]\"They know, baby. I told them everything. They don't fully get it, but they know I'm a Mommy... and that you're my little one. And they're excited to meet you.''[/i]\n\nHe had buried his face against her chest, overwhelmed by the very thought. Now, he couldn't stop imagining it, being carried through the front door in her arms, his diaper rustling loudly with every step. Her parents cooing over him, seeing him not as an adult, but as the baby Naddie wanted the world to see. The baby he loved being, even if it turned his cheeks red and made his tummy flutter.\n\nWould they pinch his cheeks? Comment on his padding? Would they offer to feed him? Would they smell the powder, see the pacifier tucked into his muzzle, notice the way he leaned into Naddie's chest like a sleepy toddler?\n\nHis diaper crinkled again as he shifted, and he felt the faintest warmth from the front as he relaxed without even thinking about it.\n\nHe sighed behind the pacifier. This was what it meant to be Mommy's baby.\n\nHelpless. Exposed. Loved.\n\nNaddie glanced in the rearview mirror again, catching his eyes, and smiled warmly. \"You're thinking all those big thoughts again, huh?''\n\nHe blinked and nodded softly.\n\n\"Wanna tell Mommy what's on your mind, sweetheart?''\n\nHe hesitated, then gave a tiny shake of his head. It was too hard to say. Too many feelings all tangled up together. The fear, the excitement, the embarrassment and the glow of knowing Naddie was proud of him.\n\n\"That's okay,'' she said, reaching back briefly to squeeze his knee. \"You don't have to say anything. I already know. And I'm so proud of you for coming with me like this. You're being such a brave baby.''\n\nJordan sucked harder on his pacifier and tried not to melt entirely into his seat.\n\nThe trees outside grew denser as the car wound up a quiet country road. The sun was lower in the sky now, golden light slanting through the windshield, casting soft shadows across the dashboard. Birds darted between branches. Every so often, a crinkle from his seat echoed in the cabin like a whispered secret.\n\nHe imagined what Naddie's childhood home would look like. Maybe a big porch with flower boxes. A screen door that creaked when it opened. A fridge covered in old drawings and family photos. A cozy living room with baby toys and a playpen already waiting for him, just like she said.\n\n[i]Grandbaby,[/i] they were going to call him.\n\nHe shivered in anticipation.\n\nThe car crested a small hill, and in the distance, nestled between trees and a winding driveway, Jordan caught a glimpse of the house. Pale wood siding. A red front door. Hanging plants swaying gently in the breeze.\n\nNaddie's voice sang softly from the front seat.\n\n\"We're almost there, sugarbun.'' Jordan held his breath. His diaper crinkled as he shifted in his carseat.\n\n\f\n\n[center][b]Part Two[/b][/center]\n\nThe gravel crunched beneath the tires as Naddie eased the car into the driveway, a soft little hum vibrating through the cabin. Jordan pressed his plushie close, heart pounding louder than the engine. The red front door of the house loomed ahead, so ordinary, yet it might as well have been the gates of a palace.\n\nThis was it. No more rehearsals. No more nervous anticipation.\n\nHe was about to meet Naddie's [i]parents[/i].\n\nIn a diaper.\n\nWearing no pants.\n\nAs her baby.\n\nThe car came to a stop. Naddie unbuckled her seatbelt and twisted around in her seat, her eyes softening when she looked at him. \n\n\"We're here, little guy!''\n\nJordan swallowed hard around his pacifier. He gave the barest nod, his paws nervously gripping his plushie's ears. He felt the seatbelt loosen, then strong arms scooped him up from the carseat with ease, lifting him like he weighed nothing.\n\n\"H-hey,'' he mumbled, the pacifier bobbing slightly. \n\n\"I... I can walk...''\n\nNaddie just smirked as she pulled him into a firm cuddle against her chest. \n\n\"Nope. Babies get carried!''\n\nShe gave him a squeeze that pressed the front of his thick diaper against her hip with an audible [i]crinkle[/i]. Jordan whimpered and buried his blushing face against her hoodie-clad shoulder.\n\n\"I-it's just... Your [i]parents[/i].'' he muttered from behind the blub of his pacifier. \n\n\"Th-they're gonna [i]see me like this[/i]...''\n\n\"And they're going to [i]love[/i] you.'' \n\nShe replied simply, popping his pacifier gently back between his lips. \n\n\"Besides, do you really want to toddle up to the door with that soggy diaper puffing out behind you?''\n\nHe let out a little embarrassed squeak, ears folding back. She was right, of course, he could already feel the diaper growing heavier again during the last stretch of the drive. It did not help that the thick padding was practically [i]shining[/i] in the afternoon sun, fully exposed beneath the hem of his mint-green dino hoodie.\n\nNo pants. Just baby blue sneakers with velcro straps, a slightly sagging diaper with its cartoon cloud print, and a pacifier clipped to his chest with a little plastic band. Naddie began to walk, hips swaying gently as she carried him like a toddler, his legs draped over one of her arms, the other wrapped snugly around his back. Every step caused his diaper to crinkle loudly. \n\n[i]So loud. [/i]\n\nHe knew no one else was around at this time of day, but his cheeks still burned with the sheer obviousness of his situation.\n\nThe house got closer. The porch steps. The front door. Jordan tensed in her arms. His breathing quickened. Naddie leaned down slightly, her muzzle brushing his ear.\n\n\"Breathe, baby,'' she whispered gently. \n\n\"You're with Mommy. You're safe. And you're doing so good.''\n\nHe whimpered softly behind the pacifier, heart fluttering with both dread and... warmth.\n\nHe [i]did[/i] love being carried. Even like this. Especially like this.\n\nThe front door opened before Naddie could even knock. And there stood her mom. The resemblance was uncanny, tall, fluffy red panda with blue fur, the same confident warmth in her eyes that Naddie carried so naturally. She wore a soft maroon sweater and a flowing skirt, and her expression lit up the moment she saw them.\n\n\"Ohhh my goodness! Is [i]this[/i] my little grandson?'' she beamed, already stepping forward with outstretched arms.\n\nJordan shrank into Naddie's shoulder, eyes wide as saucers, cheeks practically glowing. Naddie chuckled. \n\n\"Yep! This is my little one. Say hi, baby.''\n\nJordan could only whimper through the pacifier, too flustered to form words. His tail tried desperately to wrap around something, anything, but hung limp, dangling in the air just like the full view of his crinkly bottom.\n\n\"Oh, [i]he's[/i] adorable!'' \n\nNaddie's mom chirped, brushing back her own bangs as she leaned closer. \n\n\"You weren't kidding about the outfit, either. I see you've got your paws full, sweetie.''\n\nNaddie laughed, bouncing Jordan gently on her hip. \n\n\"He's been such a good boy the whole drive. Just had a change about an hour ago, but I can tell he's gonna need another soon.''\n\nJordan's breath caught. His ears [i]twitched[/i] at that. She was just saying it. Out loud. Like it was totally normal. Like it was [i]expected[/i]. Grandma winked at him. \n\n\"Well, you know what they say. Better to change early than to deal with a blowout.''\n\nJordan [i]squeaked[/i] again, his tail fluff bristling.\n\n\"I - mmffh - !''\n\nHe tried to protest behind the pacifier, but Naddie simply bounced him again and smoothed a paw down his back.\n\n``Hush, baby. Let the grownups talk.''\n\nThe door opened wider.\n\n\"Come on in. Dad's in the kitchen making snacks.'' \n\nGrandma said warmly. \n\n\"We dug out the old playpen and some of your toys too. It's all set up in the living room.''\n\nJordan's heart thudded. His tail thumped softly against Naddie's side. He could not believe what he was hearing. This was actually happening, Naddie's mom seemed really keen on joining in on the fun.\n\nNot only did they seem to know everything about him, but they had gone ahead actually prepared for him.\n\n\"Let's go get you settled in!'' \n\nNaddie cooed, carrying him through the threshold and into the warm, cozy home. \n\n\"We're going to have such a fun weekend, baby boy.''\n\nJordan buried his burning face against her shoulder.\n\nAs the door closed behind them with a warm [i]click[/i], Jordan found himself wrapped in the scent of cinnamon and old wood, the kind of cozy, nostalgic smell that only a home steeped in love and years of lived-in comfort could carry. Naddie's arms remained snug around him, the rhythmic sway of her walk sending small crinkles echoing from his diaper with every step.\n\nHe peeked his head up slightly from where it rested against her shoulder, his eyes flicking nervously to the figure stepping in from the kitchen. And then...\n\n[i]Oh gosh...[/i] \n\nHe thought, heart skipping a beat. That had to be Naddie's dad.\n\nA taller, slightly broader version of Naddie, same blue markings under the eyes, same perky red panda ears, though his were tinged with flecks of gray. He wore a knit vest over a flannel shirt, holding a wooden spoon in one paw, still smelling faintly of garlic and warm butter. His eyes lit up as soon as he saw the bundle in Naddie's arms.\n\n\"Well now, who's this handsome little guy?''\n\nJordan shrank back again, clinging to Naddie tighter. Even though her grip was secure and steady, he felt tiny in the presence of these adults. It was not just their size, though they were all easily taller than him. The top of his head barely reached Naddie's chin on any given day. But here, swaddled in her arms, legs dangling and diaper rustling with every movement, the difference felt massive.\n\nThey towered above him like real grown-ups to a kitten. It made his tail curl instinctively toward his diapered bottom, and his cheeks flushed a deep pink.\n\n\"Dad.'' Naddie said with a smile. \n\n\"This is Jordan. My little kitten.''\n\nThe way she said it, casually, with a hint of pride, made Jordan squirm and suck harder on his pacifier. Her dad stepped forward, crouching slightly so they were more eye-level. His gaze was kind, but playful too.\n\n``Well hey there, Jordan.'' he said warmly.\n\n ``You're even more bite-sized than Naddie said you?d be. And she's been talking about you for weeks.''\n\nJordan gave a tiny, nervous wave with one paw, cheeks still on fire. The pacifier kept him from saying much, and truthfully, he was not sure if he could have formed words even without it. Still, he was grateful for the excuse to remain relatively mute for the time being. \n\n\"Aw, he?s shy!\" \n\nNaddie's mom said, clasping her paws together. \n\n\"But that's alright. Shy babies are sweet babies.''\n\nJordan whimpered softly. They were talking about him like he wasn't even there. Like a real kitten. And even though it made his fur bristle with bashful heat, a part of him was absolutely loving it.\n\n\"Come on, let's show him where he'll be playing.'' \n\nNaddie's dad said, stepping back toward the living room. \n\n\"We pulled out some of your old stuff, sweetheart. Figured it might make him feel more at home.''\n\nJordan blinked up at Naddie. She was beaming now, cradling him a little closer.\n\n\"They set it all up for you,'' she whispered. \n\n\"Just like I used to have when I was little.''\n\nShe carried him around the corner, and Jordan gasped softly behind his paci as the living room came into view. There, right in the middle of the room, nestled between the couch and a plush armchair, was a large, pastel-colored playpen. The soft mesh sides were stretched tight, the corners padded, and the inside filled with colorful foam tiles, a baby blanket, and a pile of plushies and rattles. Along one wall was a box of toys clearly meant for a kitten, stacking rings, rubber blocks, a pop-up activity cube, and a few worn but clean picture books.\n\nJordan's breath caught in his throat.\n\nIt was all [i]for him[/i].\n\nHe could not stop the mix of feelings bubbling up inside. It was adorable. It was sweet. And it was [i]completely mortifying[/i].\n\n\"There we go,'' Naddie murmured, stepping closer to the playpen. She turned him in her arms just slightly, bouncing him once more to make his diaper crinkle, as if it did not do that enough on its own. \n\n\"Time to let Mommy and Grandma and Grandpa catch up while the baby plays.''\n\n\"Mmmph!'' Jordan whimpered, shaking his head as he clung to her hoodie. \n\n\"Wai-!''\n\nHis protest was cut off as she gently removed his plushie from his arms and set it inside the playpen, then lowered him down after it. The moment his padded bottom touched the foam mat, he let out a soft huff, equal parts exhale and surrender. The playpen felt soft and safe. But, oh goodness, the way they were all looking at him.\n\n\"There,'' Naddie said with a satisfied smile, brushing her paws together like she'd just finished the most important task of the day. \n\n\"Perfect.''\n\nJordan stared at her through the mesh wall, his pacifier still bobbing slightly with each nervous suck. He curled up on the blanket, hugging his plushie tight to his chest as he peeked at the three adults settling down on the couch just feet away.\n\nThey were already chatting like it was the most normal thing in the world. Grandma asking how work had been. Grandpa mentioning that he needed to check the grill in a bit. Naddie grinning and talking about the long drive.\n\nAnd Jordan was sitting in the middle of a playpen in a thick diaper, dinosaur hoodie, and nothing else. He could feel his padding poofing out under him, could hear it crinkle with every tiny move he made. And none of them batted an eye. It was like he was just part of the furniture now. Like a kitten quietly playing while the grown-ups talked.\n\nJordan buried his muzzle into the plushie. And despite the overwhelming embarrassment pulsing through him like a heartbeat. He felt safe. Seen. Cherished.\n\n[center]~ \t~\t ~[/center]\n\nHe sat quietly in the middle of the pastel playpen, surrounded by a scatter of plushies, soft stacking rings, and old but lovingly preserved toys from Naddie's own childhood. The soft foam tiles pressed up against his diapered bottom, the thick padding squishing just slightly beneath his weight. The scent of baby powder still clung to him, sweet and floral, blending with the smell of home-cooked dinner drifting in from the kitchen.\n\nFrom just outside the mesh walls, the conversation carried on like he was not even there.\n\n\"Oh, she was [i]so[/i] stubborn at that age,'' Grandma was saying with a laugh, ``especially when it came to sharing toys. We used to have to bribe her with banana pudding just to get her to give up the remote!''\n\n\"No way!'' Naddie giggled. \n\n\"I don't even remember that.''\n\n\"You wouldn't! You were three and had just discovered what channel cartoons came on. I swear, you were ready to body-check your dad if he tried to change it.''\n\nLaughter rippled through the room, and Jordan's ears perked up. They kept talking, chatting and reminiscing, voices full of warmth and familiarity, and all the while, he sat just a few feet away, completely ignored.\n\nOr rather talked about.\n\nNot included. Just observed. Like a kitten.\n\nHis tail gave a slow, dreamy flick as the warm fuzziness spread deeper into his chest. It felt [i]so good[/i], being reduced to background chatter. Not needing to respond. Not needing to perform. Just existing. Just being their baby boy, visible only in the way parents notice a toddler: out of the corner of the eye, lovingly managed but not [i]consulted[/i].\n\nHis pacifier bobbed gently in his muzzle as he reached for a soft, rubber stacking ring. It made a gentle squish when he squeezed it. The feeling of the toy in his paws, the bright colors, the simple shapes, it all helped tug his mind downward. Into that soft, floaty place.\n\nHis legs splayed naturally out to the sides, the thick bulk of his diaper keeping them just apart enough to prevent any modesty. Not that anyone in the room seemed to mind. His dinosaur hoodie bunched slightly around his waist, and beneath it, his puffy diaper gleamed in the afternoon light.\n\nEvery little crinkle made him blush, but it did not stop him.\n\nHe was slipping. Fast. Down into littlespace. And gods, it felt so good.\n\n\"Hey there, sugarpea,'' came a new voice.\n\nJordan looked up, and immediately his tummy flipped as Grandma crouched down beside the playpen. She was smiling gently, paws resting on the edge of the mesh.\n\n\"Mind if I come in and play with you a little?''\n\nJordan blinked, surprised, then gave a small nod, pacifier still planted firmly in his muzzle. She didn't wait for more than that. With a practiced motion, she unlatched the pen's side gate and crawled in, sitting down next to him with a soft grunt.\n\n\"There,'' she said, plucking up one of the soft rattles and giving it a playful shake. ``Now this feels more familiar. I haven't sat in one of these in years.''\n\nJordan let out a shy little giggle behind the paci. Grandma gave him a knowing look. \n\n\"You're a quiet one, huh?''\n\nHe nodded again, clutching his plushie closer, but his body was relaxing more with each moment. Grandma did not talk to him like she expected words. She smiled, shook another toy, and began stacking blocks beside him like it was the most normal thing in the world. Jordan did not even realize he was scooting closer until their knees brushed.\n\n\"Look at that,'' she said, as they completed the little tower together. \n\n\"We make a good team.''\n\nJordan beamed shyly, tail curling at the compliment. But then it hit him.\n\nA twinge. Deep in his belly.\n\nHe paused, paws still gripping the plush block mid-air. His eyes went wide, the floaty feeling suddenly tilting into something very real and very urgent. A dull ache curled through his stomach, low and warm, too warm. He shifted, wincing slightly, trying to focus back on the toy. But the feeling only deepened. His body clenched instinctively.\n\n[i]Oh no.[/i]\n\nHe remembered it now, how long it had been since his last change. The fullness of his diaper. The little squirmy sensation that had started growing during the drive. He had brushed it off before, but now...\n\nNow it was coming.\n\nHis face lit up bright red, ears folding as panic briefly overtook him. Not here. Not in front of Grandma. Not right after they were finally starting to bond! He clenched his thighs together, an almost useless gesture given how thick and soaked his diaper already was.\n\nNaddie's words echoed in his mind:\n\n[i]\"No potty this weekend, baby. Not even for number two. You're in diapers. That's where your business goes.''[/i]\n\nHe whimpered behind his pacifier. There was no choice. There was not a potty for him. Only padding. Jordan tried to hold it just a little longer. Maybe he could be quiet. Maybe she would not notice. But another cramp rolled through him, stronger this time, and he gasped softly, paw clutching his tummy. His body hunched forward.\n\nAnd then...\n\nPfffffrrrtt...\n\nThe soft sound was followed by an unmistakable squish. The back of his diaper swelled as he helplessly messed himself right in front of Grandma. The heat spread rapidly, thick and uncomfortable, but undeniably real. He froze in place, heart pounding like a drum. He did not want to move. He did not want to draw attention. Maybe if he stayed perfectly still...\n\nBut it was too late.\n\nThe smell followed soon after, faint at first, then unmistakable. Jordan's face went from red to [i]crimson[/i], and tears pricked the corners of his eyes from sheer humiliation. Grandma blinked. Then gently set her block down.\n\n\"Oh, honey...''\n\nJordan curled up tighter, hiding his face in his plushie.\n\n\"I - I didn't - '' he tried to mumble, but the pacifier made the words slur, and his voice cracked with shame. She reached over and patted his back softly.\n\n\"It's okay, sweetheart. That's what your diaper's for,'' she said, voice as calm and nurturing as ever. \n\n``No need to be embarrassed. I had three of my own. I've cleaned up worse.''\n\nHe could not look at her. Could not even look up. But she did not get up or pull away. She stayed right there, rubbing his back as he sat in his thoroughly soiled diaper, shaking a little but trying to hold himself together.\n\nFrom across the room, Naddie looked over and smiled knowingly.\n\n\"Someone needs a change,'' she said, already standing. \n\n\"Phew,'' Naddie chuckled from across the room as the unmistakable smell began to spread. \n\n\"Somebody definitely needs their tushie changed.''\n\nJordan whimpered from where he sat in the middle of the playpen, surrounded by toys, the back of his diaper sagging heavily beneath him. His cheeks were already crimson, pacifier bobbing faster now with nervous sucking. His ears drooped and his tail twitched, squishing noisily against the floor as he tried to find a position that did not feel quite so swampy.\n\nGrandma gave his back a gentle rub and stood with a smile. ``Want me to come help, sweetie?'' she asked, already turning to Naddie.\n\nNaddie smirked as she crossed the room. \n\n\"Sure, Mom. He's a squirmy one during changes, especially when he's made a [i]big[/i] mess like this.''\n\nJordan made a mortified sound behind his pacifier, clutching his plushie tightly and looking like he wanted to curl up and vanish. He did not even resist as Naddie unlatched the playpen gate and bent down, her strong arms slipping beneath his thighs and back. He crinkled loudly as she scooped him up, his well-used diaper on full display beneath the hem of his hoodie. The new position made the mess shift slightly, and Jordan squeaked as he instinctively clung to her.\n\n\"Eeeek - N-M-Mommy!'' he stammered, muffled by the paci.\n\nBut Naddie just kissed his forehead and grinned. \n\n\"Oh, hush. This is how kitties get changed.''\n\nShe carried him, arms firmly under his bottom and back, his tail curled awkwardly around her arm. His legs dangled with each step, shoes swinging, diaper sagging heavily with each bounce. His face burned deeper and deeper with every hallway light they passed.\n\nAnd worse, she was deliberately not rushing.\n\nShe padded casually, hips swaying, pausing to greet her dad along the way. \n\n\"Heh, sorry,'' she said with a wink. \"Got my hands full with Junior here. In fact, I better go get them changed before I have an even bigger mess to clean up.''\n\nJordan let out a whimpering moan, paw hiding his face. He could feel the squish now against her arm, and it was not going unnoticed. Grandma followed close behind as they entered the guest room, a cozy space with a large bed, some unpacked bags, and a changing mat already laid out on a folded blanket. Naddie sat him gently on the edge of the bed and peeled off his hoodie. Jordan lifted his arms like a well-trained puppy, too deep in humiliation to argue. Now he was wearing [i]just[/i] the saggy, soiled diaper and his socks and shoes.\n\n\"Ohhh yeah,'' Naddie cooed, pulling back the waistband and peeking down with a dramatic wince. \n\n\"Somebody really loaded up back there. We're gonna need all the wipes.''\n\nJordan groaned behind his pacifier.\n\n\"Don't worry, sugar,'' Grandma said with a chuckle as she set the wipes and powder beside the mat. \n\n\"I've changed my fair share of diapers. Your mommy gave me more than enough practice.''\n\nJordan's eyes widened slightly. Oh no. Grandma reached for the tapes on the side of his diaper while Naddie held him gently by the ankles.\n\n\"You remember the time you locked yourself in the laundry room `cause you didn't want to poop on the potty?'' \n\nGrandma asked, looking pointedly at Naddie.\n\nNaddie groaned. \n\n\"Mom!''\n\nJordan's pacifier almost slipped from the surprised giggle that escaped him.\n\n\"Oh don't give me that look,'' Grandma teased. \n\n\"You were a [i]nightmare[/i] to potty train. I swear, you were still having occasional accidents when you left for college.''\n\n\"[i]Mom![/i]''\n\nNaddie's face flushed red now, matching Jordan's. She gently wiped him down, expertly cleaning every crease with baby wipes while Jordan lay back with a dizzy, half-ashamed, half-amused grin. The mortification now spread [i]both[/i] ways, which, in a strange way, made him feel a little better. He kept his paci planted firmly between his lips and stared at the ceiling as his tummy was lifted, his legs held up and his bottom wiped thoroughly.\n\n\"She had this one little towel she'd keep on her dorm bed just in case,'' Grandma continued with a sing-song tone. \n\n\"I had to ship a pack of pull-ups to her freshman dorm. I still have the receipt!''\n\nNaddie groaned again, now covering her own face as she powdered Jordan generously and unfolded a thick new diaper beneath him. Jordan could not help it, he [i]giggled[/i], even as his legs kicked slightly. It felt [i]good[/i], the soft powder, the thick padding under him. Embarrassing? Beyond words. But, comforting too.\n\nAnd the gentle teasing, the warmth in Grandma's voice, the practiced paws working side-by-side with Naddie to tape him up, it was like being loved from every direction.\n\n\"There we go, stinkbutt,'' Naddie teased, taping the final tab snugly into place. \n\n\"Fresh and puffy, just like Mommy likes.''\n\nJordan gave a muffled squeak and covered his face with both paws, tail twitching beside him. Grandma patted his thigh gently. \n\n\"All done. And you did great.''\n\nStill silent, but blushing furiously, Jordan simply nodded. Once he was redressed in his hoodie, though still no pants, and scooped back into Naddie's arms, the crinkle of the new diaper sounded almost musical.\n\n\"Let's get you back to your toys,'' she whispered, kissing the top of his head. \n\n\"Dinner's soon, but you've got a little more time to play.''\n\nAs they stepped back into the hallway, Jordan leaned against her, utterly boneless in her arms. All his tension had melted, replaced by warm fuzzies and powder-scented bliss. He was not even trying to hide the diaper anymore. Not really. Not after everything. Naddie passed the playpen and gently lowered him in. The foam floor greeted his freshly padded tush with a little bounce, and he crinkled softly as he curled up with his plushie again.\n\nThe toys were waiting. So were the adults.\n\nJordan peeked over the side of the playpen and caught Naddie looking at him with a proud little smirk before she turned to head into the kitchen. He let out a dreamy sigh and popped the pacifier back into his muzzle. The playpen's mesh wall filtered the chatter and light like a curtain.\n\nHe did not have to worry about anything anymore.\n\nJordan was just the baby kitten of the house.\n\n\f\n\n[center][b]Part Three[/b][/center]\n\nJordan was still lounging in the playpen, tummy warm, diaper fresh, and a little trail of drool glistening on the edge of his pacifier from an accidental nap. His plushie was nestled tightly against his chest, and he was half-curled around it, eyes blinking slowly as he blinked up at her.\n\n\"Dinner time, kitty.'' \n\nNaddie said sweetly, her paws already reaching to unlatch the playpen's gate.\n\nJordan stirred with a soft, crinkly stretch and yawned behind his paci. His legs splayed open slightly as he sat up, and the bulk of his diaper forced him to waddle a bit as she took his paws and helped him to his feet.\n\nBut to his surprise, she did not let him walk.\n\nInstead, she scooped him up again and carried him through the cozy hallway, humming under her breath like it was the most natural thing in the world.\n\n\"I think someone needs their special seat.'' \n\nShe said, her tone light but teasing.\n\nJordan blinked, brow furrowing with curiosity until they rounded the corner into the kitchen, and he saw it.\n\nA highchair, Naddie's old highchair.\n\nIt had been recently pushed neatly up to the dining table, freshly wiped down and gleaming slightly under the warm kitchen lights. It had that unmistakable nursery pastel color palette, soft yellow legs with teal cushioning and pale wooden tray. The seat was large, plush, and clearly meant for a toddler-sized Red Panda but even so, it looked big to Jordan.\n\nJordan squirmed in her arms, but Naddie was already setting him down in it, her motions practiced and firm.\n\nThe padding met his diaper with a thick [i]fwump[/i], and he sunk slightly into the seat with a startled little squeak. His tail curled up behind him as the plastic base kept his legs splayed slightly apart. The cold underside of the tray loomed in front of him, waiting.\n\n\"Dish wash yoursh?''\n\nHe mumbled around the pacifier, eyeing the faded star stickers on the side.\n\n\"Mmhm!'' \n\nNaddie grinned, pulling the shoulder straps over him. \n\n\"Daddy kept it in the garage all this time. Isn't that sweet?''\n\nJordan gasped softly as the harness clicked together across his chest and between his legs. The five-point restraint tugged firmly at his shoulders and hips, hugging him into place and making it impossible to wriggle out, not that he was even trying. The harness pressed snugly against the front of his thick diaper, drawing attention right to the bulging padding at his belly.\n\nNaddie pulled the tray into place and locked it in with a loud click.\n\n\"There we go. All nice and snug.''\n\nJordan's arms were gently trapped on either side of the tray now, with only enough space to move his plushie into his lap. The tray rested flush against his belly, compressing his diaper with a firm pressure that only made him more aware of just how thick and puffy he still was.\n\nHe glanced toward the dining table. Grandma and Grandpa were already sitting down with their meals in front of them, sipping drinks and chatting. Their chairs looked tall. Normal. Grown-up.\n\nJordan squirmed again in his seat, and the harness creaked slightly.\n\nEven if he were in one of those chairs, he realized, he probably would have needed a booster seat anyway. Between his short stature compared to the red pandas and the low slope of the dining table, he would not have been able to see over his plate properly without some kind of lift.\n\nThe realization made him blush furiously.\n\nHe was exactly where he belonged.\n\n\"Hope you're hungry, little guy!'' \n\nNaddie teased, walking over with a bright pink plastic bowl and matching spoon. \n\n\"Mom and I whipped up something [i]just[/i] for you.''\n\nJordan perked up, pacifier bobbing, then tilted his head curiously as the bowl was placed on the tray. He sniffed, sweet potato, carrots, and maybe a hint of apple?\n\n\"Homemade babyfood!'' \n\nGrandma added proudly. \n\n\"No preservatives. Just good, clean yums for the tum!''\n\nJordan gave a shy, muffled whine and shrunk back into the seat as Naddie picked up the spoon and scooped a generous helping.\n\n\"Open up for Mommy.''\n\nHe hesitated, glancing from the spoon to the bowl to Grandma's gentle, watching smile.\n\n\"You've had this before,'' Naddie whispered warmly, bringing the spoon closer. \n\n\"And you always get messy when you try to feed yourself.''\n\nJordan sighed softly, his eyes half-lidded with embarrassment, then parted his lips and let the first bite in. The spoon slipped past his pacifier as she popped it out briefly, just long enough for feeding.\n\nIt was warm. A little sweet. Creamy and soft.\n\n[i]...Not bad, actually.[/i]\n\nHe swallowed and gave a tiny nod.\n\n\"See?'' \n\nNaddie giggled. \n\n\"Told you.''\n\nGrandma watched with visible delight. \n\n\"Would you look at that!'' \n\nShe said. \n\n\"You've got yourself a good eater!''\n\nJordan's cheeks flushed pink again, and he glanced down at his tray, watching the next spoonful arrive. For the next several minutes, Naddie fed him slowly, patiently, one bite at a time. She wiped his chin between bites, praised him for finishing each spoonful, and patted his chest whenever he squirmed with shyness.\n\nHalfway through, Grandma took a turn.\n\nJordan blinked in surprise as she leaned in with the spoon, grinning.\n\n\"My turn to feed the grandbaby.''\n\nHe nearly choked on his latest spoonful.\n\n\"M-mmmph?!''\n\n\"Oh hush.'' \n\nShe teased, gently spooning the next mouthful. \n\n\"You're the one in the highchair, aren't you?''\n\nJordan opened his muzzle again automatically and was met with the warm, sweet taste of carrots and apple.\n\n\"Good boy.'' \n\nGrandma cooed.\n\nNaddie beamed across the table. \n\n\"See? He's already part of the family.''\n\nJordan could not speak, not much more than a small squeak. Not with his muzzle full. Not with his heart full. He just blushed deeper and let it all happen, basking in the affection and humiliation in equal measure.\n\nEventually, the bowl was empty, and his chin was dabbed clean with a damp cloth. The tray was wiped down, and the pacifier popped back into his mouth. He sank back into the cushioned seat, tummy full, cheeks warm, and body gently squirming inside the highchair's snug harness.\n\nHe could not believe how small he felt.\n\nAnd how [i]right[/i] it felt.\n\nDinner continued around him, the grownups chatting as if nothing unusual was happening at all.\n\nThe soft clink of silverware and hum of adult conversation filled the kitchen, but from his spot in the highchair, Jordan felt miles away from all of it. Trapped snugly in the padded seat, his tummy full and pacifier bobbing rhythmically in his mouth, he sat quietly while the grown-ups ate their meal like he was not even there.\n\nHe listened to their voices, Naddie's playful laugh, Grandpa's deeper chuckle, the warm cadence of Grandma's stories, but they were not talking to him. They were talking [i]around[/i] him.\n\nThis might have normally made him feel sort of forgotten.\n\nInstead, it made him feel even smaller. He shifted slightly in his seat, the five-point harness keeping him firmly in place as the tray pressed into his diaper. That gentle squeeze against the swollen front padding made his cheeks warm all over again. He was not even allowed out of the chair until someone came to get him. And from the way Naddie was finishing up her second helping of roasted vegetables while chatting with her mom, it did not seem like that was happening anytime soon.\n\nHe let out a tiny sigh behind his pacifier and glanced around the room from his seated position. Everything looked taller from this height. The table stretched like a wide plain just out of reach, with glasses and plates and things he would not be trusted to touch. His feet, still in their baby-blue velcro sneakers, dangled off the edge of the highchair's footrest. The thin crinkles from his diaper whispered beneath the tray every time he shifted his weight.\n\nNo one had asked him if he was done.\n\nNo one had offered to let him down.\n\nHe was stuck. Tucked away like a baby while the adults finished their grown-up conversation.\n\nAnd goodness, the butterflies that gave him...\n\nHe fidgeted gently, just enough to feel the puffy diaper beneath him flex and crinkle against the harness. He could still feel the faint trace of warmth where his accident earlier had been, though Naddie's change had left him clean, powdered, and secure. So secure, in fact, that he could feel the pressure from the harness tugging right between his legs and over the tape line.\n\nHelpless. Cared for. Gently ignored. Words floated around him like fog.\n\n\"So, how long are you two staying again?'' \n\nGrandma asked. \n\n\"Just the weekend?''\n\n\"Yep!'' \n\nNaddie replied, chewing thoughtfully. \n\n\"Maybe Monday morning if traffic's good. I wanted to make sure Jordan had time to unwind after the drive.''\n\nGrandpa chuckled. \n\n\"Unwind, huh? Well, he seems [i]plenty[/i] relaxed.''\n\nJordan squeaked behind his pacifier and curled his toes. He did not even look up. Just focused on the tray in front of him, where the faint smudge of sweet potato still clung to one corner.\n\n\"Poor thing's barely said a word.'' \n\nGrandma added softly. \n\n\"Is he always this quiet?''\n\n\"He's a shy baby.'' \n\nNaddie said fondly. \n\n\"Especially when his diaper's showing.''\n\nJordan whimpered. The laughter that followed was light, not mocking, but still made his ears burn. They were not teasing him. They were talking about him. Like he was their toddler. A baby who did not get a say. Who did not need to join the conversation. He was simply there. Fed. Contained. Cute.\n\nAnd maybe just a [i]bit[/i] stinky when he wasn't changed in time.\n\nJordan rested his cheek against the tray, letting the pacifier soothe him as he half-listened to the low drone of conversation. He did not try to speak. Did not try to move. His limbs felt soft and quiet, and his thoughts drifted lazily as the fullness of his belly and the softness of his diaper lulled him deeper into that gentle, fuzzy headspace.\n\nThen he heard the soft creak of a chair and footsteps coming closer.\n\n\"Alright, sweetheart.'' \n\nGrandma said gently, her paw brushing his ear. \n\n\"Let's get that messy chin cleaned up before dessert.''\n\nJordan blinked and looked up just as she crouched beside the highchair. In her paw, a soft cloth dampened with warm water. He flinched slightly when she pressed it to his face, but she hushed him with the same tone she'd used when wiping his bottom earlier.\n\n\"Shhh, you're okay. Just a little baby food left behind. You made a mess, didn't you?''\n\nHe could not argue, and she clearly did not expect him to.\n\nHer paw gently tilted his chin upward, and she worked the cloth slowly over his cheeks and muzzle, dabbing beneath his nose and around the edges of the pacifier where a little drool had escaped.\n\n\"Such a messy eater,'' she cooed.\n\nJordan whimpered again and squirmed, his ears pinned flat, but he didn't resist. He stayed completely still, letting her clean him like a toddler too little to know better. When she pulled the cloth away, she gave his nose a playful little boop.\n\n\"There. All clean. Mommy will be proud.''\n\nHe blinked up at her with wide eyes, heart pounding behind his ribs. That fluttery warmth spread through his chest again, deep and tingly. She patted his head and stood with a soft grunt. \n\n\"Dessert time.''\n\nJordan watched as she moved back toward the table. But he wasn't included in that either. The tray was still locked in place. The harness still snug. His belly still full.\n\nAs the adults finished clearing their plates, Jordan remained buckled securely in the highchair, his pacifier gently bobbing and his eyes only half-lidded in a sleepy, food-drowsy haze. His diaper crinkled softly as he shifted, the pressure of the tray against his tummy reminding him with every breath that he was still locked into place, still the baby at the table, and very much not in control of anything happening around him.\n\nHe watched as Grandma began gathering the dishes, chatting with Grandpa about dessert. A warm pie, maybe, or something from the fridge. But before anyone could stand, Naddie set down her fork and wiped her mouth with her napkin. She leaned back in her chair with that ever-present, confident smirk - the one Jordan knew all too well, and clapped her paws softly.\n\n\"Well,'' she said cheerfully, glancing toward Jordan. \n\n\"I don't think he's big enough for pie.''\n\nAll eyes turned to her, including Jordan's, his ears twitching in curiosity, then sinking in dread as she continued.\n\n\"Because I already brought his dessert.'' \n\nShe added sweetly, pushing her chair back and standing. \n\n\"It's right here.'' \n\nJordan let out a soft whimper behind his pacifier.\n\n[i]No. No, she wouldn't. Not here. [/i]\n\nBut she was already on the move, walking toward the highchair, her steps unhurried and full of maternal authority.\n\nJordan squirmed as her paws unclipped the tray and began unlatching the five-point harness. \n\n\"Mmmmf-M-Mommy?'' \n\nHe mumbled, eyes wide.\n\n\"Shhh.'' \n\nShe hushed gently, lifting him under the arms and hoisting him into her arms like a baby half his size. His diaper crinkled audibly, and his legs kicked instinctively in protest, but Naddie was already sliding back into her chair with him in her lap.\n\n\"What do you mean `you brought his dessert'?'' \n\nGrandma asked, arching a brow with a slight chuckle. \n\n\"Don't tell me you snuck snacks into the diaper bag.''\n\nNaddie's smile widened.\n\n\"Nope.'' \n\nShe said, her tone light as she reached up and began unbuttoning the top of her shirt. \n\n\"He's getting milkies.''\n\nJordan froze. His ears shot back against his head. His pacifier nearly slipped from his mouth. His tail curled tightly around Naddie's leg, and his entire body tensed up in her lap.\n\n[i]She's really going to do it.[/i]\n\n\"Wait...'' \n\nGrandpa echoed, clearly confused.\n\nNaddie nodded cheerfully. \n\n\"Mmhm! I induce. We've been doing this for a while now.''\n\nThere was a stunned silence. Even Grandma's mouth parted slightly in surprise.\n\n\"You're... [i]lactating[/i]?'' \n\nShe asked slowly, incredulously.\n\nNaddie reached into her shirt, tugging it down far enough to bare her chest, and guided Jordan's muzzle toward her breast with gentle, practiced movements. Her tone didn't waver for a second.\n\n\"Yep! Took a few months of effort, supplements, and lots of nursing, but I started producing about six weeks ago.''\n\nJordan whimpered, a low, utterly humiliated sound, as his muzzle was brought to her chest. His paws clutched at her shirt, his blush spreading all the way to the tips of his ears.\n\nBut Naddie was calm, confident, and loving.\n\nShe popped his pacifier from his mouth with one paw and offered her nipple with the other.\n\n\"Come on, baby.'' \n\nShe murmured softly, brushing his cheek. \n\n\"Mommy's got your dessert right here.''\n\nJordan stared at her for a beat, eyes wide, pulse thundering in his ears, and then, as if by instinct, he latched.\n\nWarmth. Familiarity. Comfort.\n\nHer milk flowed gently into his mouth, sweet and soothing, and despite the mortification burning through every inch of his body, his eyelids fluttered. He nursed. The room was quiet, save for the soft suckling and the occasional clink of dishes.\n\n\"Oh.'' \n\nGrandma finally said, voice quiet. \n\n\"Well... I wasn't expecting [i]that[/i].''\n\nNaddie chuckled, stroking Jordan's ears as he nestled deeper into her chest. His tail twitched behind him with every tiny swallow, and his freshly changed diaper squished against her thigh as he relaxed just enough to let his legs drape limply.\n\n\"I know it's surprising.'' \n\nNaddie said with a shrug, her voice casual. \n\n\"But it helps him sleep, and it's one of our favorite bonding times.''\n\nJordan made a soft noise in response, cheeks still burning as he nursed. Peaceful was not the word he would have chosen in that exact moment, flustered beyond mortal comprehension came to mind, but goodness, the warmth from her milk, the feel of her paw on the back of his head, the closeness.\n\nIt [i]did[/i] feel good.\n\n\"I didn't even know you could do that without, you know actually being pregnant.'' \n\nGrandma said, half in awe, half in concern.\n\n\"You can,'' Naddie replied simply. \n\n\"It just takes dedication, and someone to help alleviate the pressure.''\n\nJordan's ears twitched. He whimpered softly. But he didn't pull away. Instead, he kept nursing. That was answer enough.\n\n\"I think it's sweet,'' Grandma said after a moment, her tone softening. \n\nJordan tried not to cry, not out of sadness, but out of sheer emotional overload. The embarrassment, the unconditional love, the warmth in Naddie's arms and the acceptance from her parents. It was all getting to be a little too much.\n\nNaddie brushed her muzzle against his head and whispered. \n\n\"You're being so brave, baby boy. Mommy's proud of you.''\n\nHe let out a muffled whimper around her nipple and clung tighter. The milk soothed him. The soft murmurs from around the table faded. His eyelids grew heavier with every suckle.\n\nJordan was no longer aware of the quiet murmurs around the dinner table. His world had shrunk down to the rhythmic pulse of Naddie's heartbeat beneath his cheek, the sweet taste of her milk on his tongue, and the soothing sound of her gentle breath above him.\n\nHis belly gurgled softly, not with hunger, but in lazy contentment as he nursed from her breast, the pacifier forgotten somewhere on the top of the highchair tray behind him. Her arms cradled him close, his head resting against the curve of her chest, her scent comforting and familiar.\n\nWith every suckle, a warm wave of drowsiness washed over him. The pressure in his muscles softened, his legs sagging limply over Naddie's lap. The soft fabric of her shirt brushed against the fur of his cheeks, and she continued to stroke between his ears in slow, repetitive lines that made his entire body feel like jelly.\n\nHis diaper rustled softly each time he adjusted, the five-point harness's ghostly touch still lingering on his shoulders even though he'd long been removed from the highchair. Naddie's lap was his new cradle now, and he was sinking into it deeper by the second.\n\nAnd then he felt it. That little twitch in his bladder. A familiar, quiet signal. The one that he was not in charge of. Mommy was.\n\nShe had made that very clear. No potty for the weekend. No big boy choices. Only diapers. Wetting whenever he needed to. Just like now.\n\nHis eyelids fluttered, and he let go, just like she wanted him to. A soft hiss escaped beneath the plush folds of his diaper, and a spreading warmth bloomed against his skin. He sighed through his nose, still suckling, as the wetness pooled gently between his legs. The padding swelled in response, crinkling faintly, absorbing it all as he soaked his diaper right there on Mommy's lap while nursing.\n\nHe felt the diaper expand slightly under him, pressing firmer against her thigh. The sensation was unmistakable, warm, comforting, and oh-so-embarrassing.\n\nBut she did not say a word. Did not stop him. Did not even pause. She just rocked him gently, one paw still rubbing slow circles between his shoulders.\n\nBecause this was normal. This was expected. This was what babies do.\n\nJordan whimpered softly through the nipple in his mouth, pressing his face deeper into the soft curve of her breast. His cheeks flushed, but it was a gentle blush now, not panicked or shameful, just warm and honest. The warm wetness against his groin mingled with the warm milk filling his belly, and the soft pressure of Naddie's body around him made it all feel like one big, dreamy cloud.\n\nHe was sinking. Deeper than before. Drifting.\n\nHe could vaguely hear Grandma finishing up the dishes, and Grandpa saying something about starting a fire in the hearth. The clink of glasses. The shuffle of chairs.\n\nBut all of that was distant. Fuzzy.\n\nUnimportant.\n\nBecause here, in Mommy's arms, in a freshly-wet diaper, his mouth latched around her nipple and his body cradled like a true infant, this was the whole world. His body began to grow heavier, limbs slackening more as the milk slowed. His suckling grew gentler, more languid, until it was just the tiniest rhythm of motion, instinctive, sleepy, slow.\n\nHe was full now.\n\nNaddie leaned down and kissed his forehead. Her voice, soft as velvet, whispered into the fur between his ears.\n\n\"That's my good baby.'' \n\nShe cooed. \n\n\"All full? All soggy?''\n\nHe whined quietly in response, eyes still closed. He did not need to say it. She already knew. With practiced ease, she shifted him in her arms, pulling her shirt back over her chest and adjusting him to lay fully across her lap like a napping toddler after a big meal. One paw drifted down to his diaper, pressing gently at the front.\n\nShe smiled.\n\n\"Yep. Definitely soggy.''\n\nJordan whimpered again, but it was the sleepiest sound he'd made all night. The warm bulk around his waist was just another blanket now, part of the experience, part of who he was in that moment. A sleepy, breastfed, diapered boy in Mommy's arms.\t\n\nNaddie rocked him slowly in the chair, her tail draping over the side, her voice a soft hum that buzzed pleasantly in the back of his mind. She was still chatting with her parents, but her attention never left him. Her paws never stopped rubbing his back. Her heart never stopped beating beneath his cheek.\n\nHe sighed. And let go completely. As he faded into sleep, the last thought that drifted through Jordan's head was a flutter of curiosity and excitement.\n\nIf this was only the first day. What else did Naddie have planned for the rest of the weekend? He hoped it would include more changes. More cuddles. More of this. Whatever she wanted. Because she knew what was best for him.\n\nAnd as he slipped fully into dreamland, diaper soggy, tummy full, pacifier now returned to his lips, he knew one thing for certain.\n\nHe felt comfortable.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Grandma and Grandpa's House

By Horatio Husky

Commissioned by Chrono

Written in May of 2025

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Grandma and Grandpa's House


By Horatio Husky

Commissioned by Chrono



Part One


\tThe car's tires crunched softly over the gravel shoulder as Naddie eased it to a stop beneath the shadow of swaying trees. Sunlight streamed through the canopy above, dappling the windshield in golden patches, and a late afternoon stillness settled around them like a warm blanket.

In the backseat, Jordan squirmed in his carseat, his cheeks already tinted with pink beneath the soft white of his fur. The drive had stretched on for hours, five, maybe more, and while Naddie had kept the mood light with her usual sing-song teasing and frequent check-ins, Jordan could no longer pretend the thick bulk between his legs was not getting increasingly squishy.

He hugged his plushie tight, the poor wolf stuffie smushed under his arm like a lifeline and kept his legs slightly apart as Naddie's voice purred up from the front seat.

"Alright, stinkerbutt," she chirped, flicking on the hazard lights and putting the car in park. "Time for a diaper check. Mommy's pretty sure someone's bottom's gone from crinkly to squishy."

Jordan froze. "N-Naddie..." he mumbled, almost inaudibly around his pacifier, but his protest came out more like a whimper. She just giggled and turned around to face him, already reaching back to tickle under his chin.

"Awww, don't be shy now. You know babies don't get to complain about diaper checks... Especially not when they're making pouty faces like that. Now be a good kitten and come on back."

Before Jordan could protest further, Naddie had already stepped out of the car, the door swinging open with a soft thunk. She opened the trunk and began unfolding the thick blanket laid over the back cargo area, his unofficial changing mat for road trips. His cheeks burned even hotter as he was gently guided, still clutching his plushie, out of the back seat and into the open air. A cool breeze danced against his fur, and he gasped softly as it touched the tender backs of his legs where his onesie rode up.

He shuffled awkwardly, trying in vain to tug the hem of his lime-green onesie down over the white, sagging bulk of his exposed diaper. But there was no hiding it: the leg gathers were puffed and stained a pale yellow from hours of wetting, and the whole thing sagged dramatically beneath the tight snaps of his onesie. His tail curled in embarrassment, but Naddie wasn't going to let him run.

"Up we go!" she declared, hoisting him effortlessly by the waist and plopping him down onto the padded blanket. His tail flicked once, twice, before tucking bashfully between his legs as he laid back.

"I-I could've waited till we got there..."

Jordan tried one last, futile protest, his paws clutching his plushie to his chest like a shield.

Naddie smirked and leaned down close, her warm breath brushing against his ear.

"Silly. You think I'd let my baby show up to meet Grandma and Grandpa with a droopy, soggy bum? Tsk tsk. What would they think of Mommy if she let her little one toddle in with pee all the way up his fluff?"

Jordan groaned and buried his face in the plushie's fur, his ears pinned flat against his head. He could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks. The smell of baby powder and distant pine mingled in the air, grounding him even as his mind spiraled into helplessness.

One by one, the diaper supplies appeared around him like magic. pulled from the organized diaper bag sitting just inside the open trunk. A box of The Wittest Wipes, a fresh pack of AlphaGatorz diapers (extra thick, just how Naddie liked to keep him), and his favorite lavender-scented powder. Naddie hummed softly as she unsnapped and removed the onesie between his legs, revealing the swollen padding within.

"There we go... oh dear, someone's been soaking this like a good little sponge," she teased, giving the front of the diaper a gentle squeeze. It squished audibly. Jordan squirmed again, heart pounding in his chest.

"Mmmff... Mommy..."

He whined, but she was already popping his pacifier back between his lips with a knowing smile.

"Oh, hush now. Good babies let Mommy do what she needs to. You're not the one in charge of your diapers, remember?"

His toes curled as she untaped the soggy garment, lifting his legs with practiced care. The warm air hit his damp fur and made him shiver, not just from temperature, but from pure, overwhelming embarrassment and... that fuzzy, tingly warmth that came with being so exposed, so cared for.

He sucked harder on the pacifier as Naddie wiped him down, her motions both gentle and clinical. Her teasing never stopped though, not really.

"Honestly, I don't know how you managed to leak this much without it spilling down your thighs. You really do need to be checked more often. What if Grandma notices a spot on Mommy?s car seat?"

She cooed. Jordan whimpered audibly. With a final wipe, she folded up the used diaper and tossed it into the plastic bag waiting nearby. The crinkling of a fresh one being opened made his breath hitch. It always sounded so loud, especially out here in the middle of nature, where birdsong and the soft rustle of trees did nothing to cover it up.

The new diaper was slid beneath him and puffed up thickly between his legs. Naddie sprinkled a generous helping of powder across his hips and tummy, her pawpads rubbing it in with affectionate circles.

"Now there's my powder-puffed prince!" she beamed. "Doesn't that feel better?"

He nodded slowly, face buried halfway in his plushie, and murmured something through the paci that even he did not understand. The truth was, it did feel better. The fresh diaper hugged his hips snugly, its padding thick and reassuring, crinkling every time he so much as shifted. He loved this, he truly loved this kind of treatment and Naddie was all too aware of that fact.

Naddie leaned down to nuzzle his forehead.

The clean diaper rested open beneath him like a puffy cradle, pristine and soft and waiting to envelop him in its embrace. Jordan stared up at the roof of the car above him, the gentle rustle of leaves and birdsong framing the increasingly familiar ritual. He sucked gently on his pacifier, trying to anchor himself, anything to stop his tail from curling around his thigh in embarrassment.

Naddie did not rush. She never rushed a diaper change. Not when it was her sweet baby under her care.

"There we go, baby boy," she murmured, her tone low and syrupy, the kind of voice one might use when tucking a child in at night. "Let's make sure you're nice and fresh for Grandma and Grandpa. They'll want to see you looking your cutest.''

Jordan whined behind his pacifier. That image, meeting Naddie's parents for the first time in little more than a diaper, was enough to make his paws ball into fists at his chest. He shook his head slightly, but Naddie only responded with a giggle, one paw reaching up to boop his nose.

"Aw, don't be fussy now. You're my little kitten, and babies don't have to worry about things like that. Mommy will take care of everything.''

Her paws were warm against his thighs as she gently spread his legs apart. She rubbed small, tender circles into his hips, fingertips brushing through soft fur before moving down to the inside of his thighs. Each touch sent warm flutters across his belly, leaving his skin tingling. It was intimate, powerfully so, and that intimacy was what left his cheeks furiously red.

"You've been such a good boy this whole drive,'' she cooed, leaning in to plant a kiss just above his belly button. "No fussing, no tantrums. And you soaked your diaper like a champ. Just like a real little kitten.''

Jordan's eyes squeezed shut, as though that might somehow block out the way his tummy flipped at those words. He hated how much he loved them. His ears were burning, and the pacifier in his mouth trembled slightly with his nervous sucking. Naddie, of course, noticed.

"Aww, getting all blushy again? My poor shy baby.''

She crooned, her voice almost teasing now as she reached for the container of wipes again.

"You always act like it's so embarrassing, but I see how your tail wags when I start your change.''

Jordan whimpered and covered his eyes with the plushie.

Why did she have to be so right?

The first cool wipe touched down, and he gasped. She started with slow, deliberate strokes, wiping him clean one inch at a time. She always went slowly, never just to tease, but to remind him that every inch of him belonged to her care. She cleaned his front with soft passes, never rushing, always murmuring praise with each touch.

"Such a soggy little snow leopard,'' she teased with a little hum.

"You really needed this change. It must've been so warm and mushy in there, huh?''

His tail flicked in humiliation, but she simply lifted his legs and pressed them gently against his belly, exposing his bottom. She cooed softly at the sight.

"Look at this puffy little tushie... so sensitive and squirmy,'' she purred, reaching for another wipe.

Jordan could barely breathe. Every touch, every word, made his core light up with warmth, deep and heavy and safe, like being swaddled in affection. And even as embarrassment gnawed at him, it was drowned by the sweetness of her voice, the careful attention she lavished on every part of him.

"You know Mommy loves doing this for you, don't you?''

She asked, pressing her nose briefly to his thigh.

"Taking care of you like this? You don't have to be big. You don't have to pretend to be brave. You can just be my baby.''

Jordan let out a soft, helpless moan behind the paci. His whole body was tingling, pliant, melting under her care. His arms relaxed, plushie resting against his chest now instead of shielding his face. He blinked up at her with wide eyes, every inch of his body humming with surrender.

"There's my good boy,'' Naddie whispered, laying down the last wipe and grabbing the bottle of lavender-scented powder.

"Now let's get your fluffy bottom nice and powdered.''

She sprinkled a generous puff across his hips and between his thighs, then gently worked it in with slow, massaging circles. Her paw pads glided over his skin in rhythm, coaxing tiny whimpers and shivers from him.

"You always smell so cute after powdering,'' she giggled, rubbing some into his lower belly.

"Like a real nursery kitty. Bet Grandma's gonna pick you right up and pinch these cheeks.''

Jordan buried his face in the plushie again.

"Mmmffhhmm!''

The thought made his stomach twist with equal parts dread and excitement.

Naddie only laughed, and it was that warm, maternal laugh that made his heart ache in the best way. Finally, she pulled the front of the fresh diaper up between his legs. The crinkle was loud, firm, new, and Jordan whined softly again as she smoothed it over his tummy.

"There we go,'' she murmured, taping one side, then the other, making sure they were snug. She ran her paw over the landing strip with a firm, confirming pat.

"All taped up. All snug. Just how Mommy likes you.''

She leaned in and kissed his forehead gently, brushing his bangs aside.

"My perfect padded kitten.''

Jordan's heart fluttered behind his ribcage. He blinked up at her, lips still wrapped around his pacifier, and nodded slightly. His entire body felt warm and floppy, like he'd been turned into pudding under her gaze.

"Let's get your dino hoodie on, hmm?'' she said, giving the front of his diaper one last, affectionate squeeze.

"Can't have that baby belly getting chilly.''

With practiced fingers, she pulled his hoodie back over his head, each second of her help seemed to cement reality of his situation: helpless, freshly powdered, lovingly diapered, and about to be introduced to a pair of strangers as Mommy's "baby.''

And he loved it. He almost hated how much he loved it.

"There we are!'' Naddie sang as she lifted him into her arms again, resting him against her chest. "Fresh diaper, paci in, and cuddles incoming. Next stop: Grandbaby's big debut!''

"Alrighty! Now let's get you to Grandma and Grandpa before someone wets this one too!"

Jordan groaned softly and let himself be lifted into her arms. And boy, did he love being carried. Even if it meant everyone could see the outline of his fresh diaper beneath his tail, bouncing softly with every step.

Jordan whimpered softly and tucked his head against her shoulder. He did not know what he was more flustered about, that he was about to meet Naddie's parents while padded like a toddler or that part of him was actually looking forward to it.

With the hood of his hoodie now resting over his ears, Naddie gently lifted Jordan back into her arms, cradling him close for just a moment longer. His head nestled instinctively against her chest, pacifier bobbing lightly as he nursed comfort from its rubbery bulb. The thick crinkle of his newly taped diaper was loud in his ears as she shifted him back toward the open car door.

"Alright, little snowdrop,'' she whispered into his ear, the tone teasing yet full of affection, "let's get that fluffy bum of yours back in your carseat. One more hour and you'll get to meet Grandma and Grandpa.''

Jordan whimpered softly, but he did not resist. The warmth of the fresh change still lingered on his skin, and the powdery scent that clung to him only deepened his sense of smallness. As Naddie lowered him into the back seat, the familiar shape of the booster-style carseat greeted him, complete with its plush support sides, cartoon-print cover, and built-in cup holder stocked with a juice box.

It wasn't just a normal seat, it was his seat. A padded throne designed for a big cub who needed just a bit more help than most grownups. And today, Naddie had insisted he ride in it without pants, with just the onesie and his thick diaper beneath. She buckled the harness in place with practiced ease, making sure the chest clip was snug and the lap straps secured just right across the front of his diaper.

"There we go,'' she cooed, giving the puffy bulge of his padding a light pat. "All tucked in and ready to go. Mommy's little backseat baby.''

Jordan flushed hard, ears burning. Even though the windows were tinted and they were parked off the road, he still felt impossibly exposed. He sat there, strapped in with his legs slightly apart thanks to the sheer bulk between them, and nothing covering the bottom half of his diaper.

No pants. Just like Naddie wanted.

Because, as she had told him with a kiss on the cheek earlier, "Babies don't get pants unless Mommy says so. And I want everyone to see how well I take care of my baby.''

Jordan squirmed slightly as the straps pressed gently against the front of his diaper. His body tingled with embarrassment, but the heat in his chest wasn't only from shame. There was something undeniably exciting about how obvious it all was, the thick white plastic with its pastel prints on full display, every little movement drawing out a noisy crinkle that echoed in the small car.

Naddie slid back into the driver's seat, adjusted her mirror so she could peek back at him, and started the engine.

"Alright, sweetpea. Just one more hour and we're there. I've got your favorite songs queued up.''

She tapped her phone, and soon enough, familiar playful tunes filled the air. Some were classic lullabies remixed with synth pop, others were cheerful, upbeat songs from cartoons they liked to watch together during cuddle time. Jordan's ears twitched in rhythm as he settled back, clutching his plushie in his lap while the car started rolling again.

The hum of the road, the soft music, the comforting squeeze of his diaper - it was all too easy to slip into that dreamy in-between space, that gentle buzz of littlespace that wrapped around him like a blanket.

Still, his thoughts buzzed just beneath the surface, spinning and swirling with nervous anticipation.

He was about to meet Naddie's parents. Not just meet them. Stay with them. For the whole weekend. As her baby. Fully in diapers. Fully cared for. And most shockingly of all fully seen.

Jordan hugged the plushie tighter.

He remembered Naddie's words from the night before, when she had stroked his back in bed while they talked in whispers under the covers.

"They know, baby. I told them everything. They don't fully get it, but they know I'm a Mommy... and that you're my little one. And they're excited to meet you.''

He had buried his face against her chest, overwhelmed by the very thought. Now, he couldn't stop imagining it, being carried through the front door in her arms, his diaper rustling loudly with every step. Her parents cooing over him, seeing him not as an adult, but as the baby Naddie wanted the world to see. The baby he loved being, even if it turned his cheeks red and made his tummy flutter.

Would they pinch his cheeks? Comment on his padding? Would they offer to feed him? Would they smell the powder, see the pacifier tucked into his muzzle, notice the way he leaned into Naddie's chest like a sleepy toddler?

His diaper crinkled again as he shifted, and he felt the faintest warmth from the front as he relaxed without even thinking about it.

He sighed behind the pacifier. This was what it meant to be Mommy's baby.

Helpless. Exposed. Loved.

Naddie glanced in the rearview mirror again, catching his eyes, and smiled warmly. "You're thinking all those big thoughts again, huh?''

He blinked and nodded softly.

"Wanna tell Mommy what's on your mind, sweetheart?''

He hesitated, then gave a tiny shake of his head. It was too hard to say. Too many feelings all tangled up together. The fear, the excitement, the embarrassment and the glow of knowing Naddie was proud of him.

"That's okay,'' she said, reaching back briefly to squeeze his knee. "You don't have to say anything. I already know. And I'm so proud of you for coming with me like this. You're being such a brave baby.''

Jordan sucked harder on his pacifier and tried not to melt entirely into his seat.

The trees outside grew denser as the car wound up a quiet country road. The sun was lower in the sky now, golden light slanting through the windshield, casting soft shadows across the dashboard. Birds darted between branches. Every so often, a crinkle from his seat echoed in the cabin like a whispered secret.

He imagined what Naddie's childhood home would look like. Maybe a big porch with flower boxes. A screen door that creaked when it opened. A fridge covered in old drawings and family photos. A cozy living room with baby toys and a playpen already waiting for him, just like she said.

Grandbaby, they were going to call him.

He shivered in anticipation.

The car crested a small hill, and in the distance, nestled between trees and a winding driveway, Jordan caught a glimpse of the house. Pale wood siding. A red front door. Hanging plants swaying gently in the breeze.

Naddie's voice sang softly from the front seat.

"We're almost there, sugarbun.'' Jordan held his breath. His diaper crinkled as he shifted in his carseat.

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Part Two


The gravel crunched beneath the tires as Naddie eased the car into the driveway, a soft little hum vibrating through the cabin. Jordan pressed his plushie close, heart pounding louder than the engine. The red front door of the house loomed ahead, so ordinary, yet it might as well have been the gates of a palace.

This was it. No more rehearsals. No more nervous anticipation.

He was about to meet Naddie's parents.

In a diaper.

Wearing no pants.

As her baby.

The car came to a stop. Naddie unbuckled her seatbelt and twisted around in her seat, her eyes softening when she looked at him.

"We're here, little guy!''

Jordan swallowed hard around his pacifier. He gave the barest nod, his paws nervously gripping his plushie's ears. He felt the seatbelt loosen, then strong arms scooped him up from the carseat with ease, lifting him like he weighed nothing.

"H-hey,'' he mumbled, the pacifier bobbing slightly.

"I... I can walk...''

Naddie just smirked as she pulled him into a firm cuddle against her chest.

"Nope. Babies get carried!''

She gave him a squeeze that pressed the front of his thick diaper against her hip with an audible crinkle. Jordan whimpered and buried his blushing face against her hoodie-clad shoulder.

"I-it's just... Your parents.'' he muttered from behind the blub of his pacifier.

"Th-they're gonna see me like this...''

"And they're going to love you.''

She replied simply, popping his pacifier gently back between his lips.

"Besides, do you really want to toddle up to the door with that soggy diaper puffing out behind you?''

He let out a little embarrassed squeak, ears folding back. She was right, of course, he could already feel the diaper growing heavier again during the last stretch of the drive. It did not help that the thick padding was practically shining in the afternoon sun, fully exposed beneath the hem of his mint-green dino hoodie.

No pants. Just baby blue sneakers with velcro straps, a slightly sagging diaper with its cartoon cloud print, and a pacifier clipped to his chest with a little plastic band. Naddie began to walk, hips swaying gently as she carried him like a toddler, his legs draped over one of her arms, the other wrapped snugly around his back. Every step caused his diaper to crinkle loudly.

So loud.

He knew no one else was around at this time of day, but his cheeks still burned with the sheer obviousness of his situation.

The house got closer. The porch steps. The front door. Jordan tensed in her arms. His breathing quickened. Naddie leaned down slightly, her muzzle brushing his ear.

"Breathe, baby,'' she whispered gently.

"You're with Mommy. You're safe. And you're doing so good.''

He whimpered softly behind the pacifier, heart fluttering with both dread and... warmth.

He did love being carried. Even like this. Especially like this.

The front door opened before Naddie could even knock. And there stood her mom. The resemblance was uncanny, tall, fluffy red panda with blue fur, the same confident warmth in her eyes that Naddie carried so naturally. She wore a soft maroon sweater and a flowing skirt, and her expression lit up the moment she saw them.

"Ohhh my goodness! Is this my little grandson?'' she beamed, already stepping forward with outstretched arms.

Jordan shrank into Naddie's shoulder, eyes wide as saucers, cheeks practically glowing. Naddie chuckled.

"Yep! This is my little one. Say hi, baby.''

Jordan could only whimper through the pacifier, too flustered to form words. His tail tried desperately to wrap around something, anything, but hung limp, dangling in the air just like the full view of his crinkly bottom.

"Oh, he's adorable!''

Naddie's mom chirped, brushing back her own bangs as she leaned closer.

"You weren't kidding about the outfit, either. I see you've got your paws full, sweetie.''

Naddie laughed, bouncing Jordan gently on her hip.

"He's been such a good boy the whole drive. Just had a change about an hour ago, but I can tell he's gonna need another soon.''

Jordan's breath caught. His ears twitched at that. She was just saying it. Out loud. Like it was totally normal. Like it was expected. Grandma winked at him.

"Well, you know what they say. Better to change early than to deal with a blowout.''

Jordan squeaked again, his tail fluff bristling.

"I - mmffh - !''

He tried to protest behind the pacifier, but Naddie simply bounced him again and smoothed a paw down his back.

``Hush, baby. Let the grownups talk.''

The door opened wider.

"Come on in. Dad's in the kitchen making snacks.''

Grandma said warmly.

"We dug out the old playpen and some of your toys too. It's all set up in the living room.''

Jordan's heart thudded. His tail thumped softly against Naddie's side. He could not believe what he was hearing. This was actually happening, Naddie's mom seemed really keen on joining in on the fun.

Not only did they seem to know everything about him, but they had gone ahead actually prepared for him.

"Let's go get you settled in!''

Naddie cooed, carrying him through the threshold and into the warm, cozy home.

"We're going to have such a fun weekend, baby boy.''

Jordan buried his burning face against her shoulder.

As the door closed behind them with a warm click, Jordan found himself wrapped in the scent of cinnamon and old wood, the kind of cozy, nostalgic smell that only a home steeped in love and years of lived-in comfort could carry. Naddie's arms remained snug around him, the rhythmic sway of her walk sending small crinkles echoing from his diaper with every step.

He peeked his head up slightly from where it rested against her shoulder, his eyes flicking nervously to the figure stepping in from the kitchen. And then...

Oh gosh...

He thought, heart skipping a beat. That had to be Naddie's dad.

A taller, slightly broader version of Naddie, same blue markings under the eyes, same perky red panda ears, though his were tinged with flecks of gray. He wore a knit vest over a flannel shirt, holding a wooden spoon in one paw, still smelling faintly of garlic and warm butter. His eyes lit up as soon as he saw the bundle in Naddie's arms.

"Well now, who's this handsome little guy?''

Jordan shrank back again, clinging to Naddie tighter. Even though her grip was secure and steady, he felt tiny in the presence of these adults. It was not just their size, though they were all easily taller than him. The top of his head barely reached Naddie's chin on any given day. But here, swaddled in her arms, legs dangling and diaper rustling with every movement, the difference felt massive.

They towered above him like real grown-ups to a kitten. It made his tail curl instinctively toward his diapered bottom, and his cheeks flushed a deep pink.

"Dad.'' Naddie said with a smile.

"This is Jordan. My little kitten.''

The way she said it, casually, with a hint of pride, made Jordan squirm and suck harder on his pacifier. Her dad stepped forward, crouching slightly so they were more eye-level. His gaze was kind, but playful too.

``Well hey there, Jordan.'' he said warmly.

 ``You're even more bite-sized than Naddie said you?d be. And she's been talking about you for weeks.''

Jordan gave a tiny, nervous wave with one paw, cheeks still on fire. The pacifier kept him from saying much, and truthfully, he was not sure if he could have formed words even without it. Still, he was grateful for the excuse to remain relatively mute for the time being.

"Aw, he?s shy!"

Naddie's mom said, clasping her paws together.

"But that's alright. Shy babies are sweet babies.''

Jordan whimpered softly. They were talking about him like he wasn't even there. Like a real kitten. And even though it made his fur bristle with bashful heat, a part of him was absolutely loving it.

"Come on, let's show him where he'll be playing.''

Naddie's dad said, stepping back toward the living room.

"We pulled out some of your old stuff, sweetheart. Figured it might make him feel more at home.''

Jordan blinked up at Naddie. She was beaming now, cradling him a little closer.

"They set it all up for you,'' she whispered.

"Just like I used to have when I was little.''

She carried him around the corner, and Jordan gasped softly behind his paci as the living room came into view. There, right in the middle of the room, nestled between the couch and a plush armchair, was a large, pastel-colored playpen. The soft mesh sides were stretched tight, the corners padded, and the inside filled with colorful foam tiles, a baby blanket, and a pile of plushies and rattles. Along one wall was a box of toys clearly meant for a kitten, stacking rings, rubber blocks, a pop-up activity cube, and a few worn but clean picture books.

Jordan's breath caught in his throat.

It was all for him.

He could not stop the mix of feelings bubbling up inside. It was adorable. It was sweet. And it was completely mortifying.

"There we go,'' Naddie murmured, stepping closer to the playpen. She turned him in her arms just slightly, bouncing him once more to make his diaper crinkle, as if it did not do that enough on its own.

"Time to let Mommy and Grandma and Grandpa catch up while the baby plays.''

"Mmmph!'' Jordan whimpered, shaking his head as he clung to her hoodie.

"Wai-!''

His protest was cut off as she gently removed his plushie from his arms and set it inside the playpen, then lowered him down after it. The moment his padded bottom touched the foam mat, he let out a soft huff, equal parts exhale and surrender. The playpen felt soft and safe. But, oh goodness, the way they were all looking at him.

"There,'' Naddie said with a satisfied smile, brushing her paws together like she'd just finished the most important task of the day.

"Perfect.''

Jordan stared at her through the mesh wall, his pacifier still bobbing slightly with each nervous suck. He curled up on the blanket, hugging his plushie tight to his chest as he peeked at the three adults settling down on the couch just feet away.

They were already chatting like it was the most normal thing in the world. Grandma asking how work had been. Grandpa mentioning that he needed to check the grill in a bit. Naddie grinning and talking about the long drive.

And Jordan was sitting in the middle of a playpen in a thick diaper, dinosaur hoodie, and nothing else. He could feel his padding poofing out under him, could hear it crinkle with every tiny move he made. And none of them batted an eye. It was like he was just part of the furniture now. Like a kitten quietly playing while the grown-ups talked.

Jordan buried his muzzle into the plushie. And despite the overwhelming embarrassment pulsing through him like a heartbeat. He felt safe. Seen. Cherished.

~ \t~\t  ~


He sat quietly in the middle of the pastel playpen, surrounded by a scatter of plushies, soft stacking rings, and old but lovingly preserved toys from Naddie's own childhood. The soft foam tiles pressed up against his diapered bottom, the thick padding squishing just slightly beneath his weight. The scent of baby powder still clung to him, sweet and floral, blending with the smell of home-cooked dinner drifting in from the kitchen.

From just outside the mesh walls, the conversation carried on like he was not even there.

"Oh, she was so stubborn at that age,'' Grandma was saying with a laugh, ``especially when it came to sharing toys. We used to have to bribe her with banana pudding just to get her to give up the remote!''

"No way!'' Naddie giggled.

"I don't even remember that.''

"You wouldn't! You were three and had just discovered what channel cartoons came on. I swear, you were ready to body-check your dad if he tried to change it.''

Laughter rippled through the room, and Jordan's ears perked up. They kept talking, chatting and reminiscing, voices full of warmth and familiarity, and all the while, he sat just a few feet away, completely ignored.

Or rather talked about.

Not included. Just observed. Like a kitten.

His tail gave a slow, dreamy flick as the warm fuzziness spread deeper into his chest. It felt so good, being reduced to background chatter. Not needing to respond. Not needing to perform. Just existing. Just being their baby boy, visible only in the way parents notice a toddler: out of the corner of the eye, lovingly managed but not consulted.

His pacifier bobbed gently in his muzzle as he reached for a soft, rubber stacking ring. It made a gentle squish when he squeezed it. The feeling of the toy in his paws, the bright colors, the simple shapes, it all helped tug his mind downward. Into that soft, floaty place.

His legs splayed naturally out to the sides, the thick bulk of his diaper keeping them just apart enough to prevent any modesty. Not that anyone in the room seemed to mind. His dinosaur hoodie bunched slightly around his waist, and beneath it, his puffy diaper gleamed in the afternoon light.

Every little crinkle made him blush, but it did not stop him.

He was slipping. Fast. Down into littlespace. And gods, it felt so good.

"Hey there, sugarpea,'' came a new voice.

Jordan looked up, and immediately his tummy flipped as Grandma crouched down beside the playpen. She was smiling gently, paws resting on the edge of the mesh.

"Mind if I come in and play with you a little?''

Jordan blinked, surprised, then gave a small nod, pacifier still planted firmly in his muzzle. She didn't wait for more than that. With a practiced motion, she unlatched the pen's side gate and crawled in, sitting down next to him with a soft grunt.

"There,'' she said, plucking up one of the soft rattles and giving it a playful shake. ``Now this feels more familiar. I haven't sat in one of these in years.''

Jordan let out a shy little giggle behind the paci. Grandma gave him a knowing look.

"You're a quiet one, huh?''

He nodded again, clutching his plushie closer, but his body was relaxing more with each moment. Grandma did not talk to him like she expected words. She smiled, shook another toy, and began stacking blocks beside him like it was the most normal thing in the world. Jordan did not even realize he was scooting closer until their knees brushed.

"Look at that,'' she said, as they completed the little tower together.

"We make a good team.''

Jordan beamed shyly, tail curling at the compliment. But then it hit him.

A twinge. Deep in his belly.

He paused, paws still gripping the plush block mid-air. His eyes went wide, the floaty feeling suddenly tilting into something very real and very urgent. A dull ache curled through his stomach, low and warm, too warm. He shifted, wincing slightly, trying to focus back on the toy. But the feeling only deepened. His body clenched instinctively.

Oh no.

He remembered it now, how long it had been since his last change. The fullness of his diaper. The little squirmy sensation that had started growing during the drive. He had brushed it off before, but now...

Now it was coming.

His face lit up bright red, ears folding as panic briefly overtook him. Not here. Not in front of Grandma. Not right after they were finally starting to bond! He clenched his thighs together, an almost useless gesture given how thick and soaked his diaper already was.

Naddie's words echoed in his mind:

"No potty this weekend, baby. Not even for number two. You're in diapers. That's where your business goes.''

He whimpered behind his pacifier. There was no choice. There was not a potty for him. Only padding. Jordan tried to hold it just a little longer. Maybe he could be quiet. Maybe she would not notice.  But another cramp rolled through him, stronger this time, and he gasped softly, paw clutching his tummy. His body hunched forward.

And then...

Pfffffrrrtt...

The soft sound was followed by an unmistakable squish. The back of his diaper swelled as he helplessly messed himself right in front of Grandma. The heat spread rapidly, thick and uncomfortable, but undeniably real. He froze in place, heart pounding like a drum. He did not want to move. He did not want to draw attention. Maybe if he stayed perfectly still...

But it was too late.

The smell followed soon after, faint at first, then unmistakable. Jordan's face went from red to crimson, and tears pricked the corners of his eyes from sheer humiliation. Grandma blinked. Then gently set her block down.

"Oh, honey...''

Jordan curled up tighter, hiding his face in his plushie.

"I - I didn't - '' he tried to mumble, but the pacifier made the words slur, and his voice cracked with shame. She reached over and patted his back softly.

"It's okay, sweetheart. That's what your diaper's for,'' she said, voice as calm and nurturing as ever.

``No need to be embarrassed. I had three of my own. I've cleaned up worse.''

He could not look at her. Could not even look up. But she did not get up or pull away. She stayed right there, rubbing his back as he sat in his thoroughly soiled diaper, shaking a little but trying to hold himself together.

From across the room, Naddie looked over and smiled knowingly.

"Someone needs a change,'' she said, already standing.

"Phew,'' Naddie chuckled from across the room as the unmistakable smell began to spread.

"Somebody definitely needs their tushie changed.''

Jordan whimpered from where he sat in the middle of the playpen, surrounded by toys, the back of his diaper sagging heavily beneath him. His cheeks were already crimson, pacifier bobbing faster now with nervous sucking. His ears drooped and his tail twitched, squishing noisily against the floor as he tried to find a position that did not feel quite so swampy.

Grandma gave his back a gentle rub and stood with a smile. ``Want me to come help, sweetie?'' she asked, already turning to Naddie.

Naddie smirked as she crossed the room.

"Sure, Mom. He's a squirmy one during changes, especially when he's made a big mess like this.''

Jordan made a mortified sound behind his pacifier, clutching his plushie tightly and looking like he wanted to curl up and vanish. He did not even resist as Naddie unlatched the playpen gate and bent down, her strong arms slipping beneath his thighs and back. He crinkled loudly as she scooped him up, his well-used diaper on full display beneath the hem of his hoodie. The new position made the mess shift slightly, and Jordan squeaked as he instinctively clung to her.

"Eeeek - N-M-Mommy!'' he stammered, muffled by the paci.

But Naddie just kissed his forehead and grinned.

"Oh, hush. This is how kitties get changed.''

She carried him, arms firmly under his bottom and back, his tail curled awkwardly around her arm. His legs dangled with each step, shoes swinging, diaper sagging heavily with each bounce. His face burned deeper and deeper with every hallway light they passed.

And worse, she was deliberately not rushing.

She padded casually, hips swaying, pausing to greet her dad along the way.

"Heh, sorry,'' she said with a wink. "Got my hands full with Junior here. In fact, I better go get them changed before I have an even bigger mess to clean up.''

Jordan let out a whimpering moan, paw hiding his face. He could feel the squish now against her arm, and it was not going unnoticed. Grandma followed close behind as they entered the guest room, a cozy space with a large bed, some unpacked bags, and a changing mat already laid out on a folded blanket. Naddie sat him gently on the edge of the bed and peeled off his hoodie. Jordan lifted his arms like a well-trained puppy, too deep in humiliation to argue. Now he was wearing just the saggy, soiled diaper and his socks and shoes.

"Ohhh yeah,'' Naddie cooed, pulling back the waistband and peeking down with a dramatic wince.

"Somebody really loaded up back there. We're gonna need all the wipes.''

Jordan groaned behind his pacifier.

"Don't worry, sugar,'' Grandma said with a chuckle as she set the wipes and powder beside the mat.

"I've changed my fair share of diapers. Your mommy gave me more than enough practice.''

Jordan's eyes widened slightly. Oh no. Grandma reached for the tapes on the side of his diaper while Naddie held him gently by the ankles.

"You remember the time you locked yourself in the laundry room `cause you didn't want to poop on the potty?''

Grandma asked, looking pointedly at Naddie.

Naddie groaned.

"Mom!''

Jordan's pacifier almost slipped from the surprised giggle that escaped him.

"Oh don't give me that look,'' Grandma teased.

"You were a nightmare to potty train. I swear, you were still having occasional accidents when you left for college.''

"Mom!''

Naddie's face flushed red now, matching Jordan's. She gently wiped him down, expertly cleaning every crease with baby wipes while Jordan lay back with a dizzy, half-ashamed, half-amused grin. The mortification now spread both ways, which, in a strange way, made him feel a little better. He kept his paci planted firmly between his lips and stared at the ceiling as his tummy was lifted, his legs held up and his bottom wiped thoroughly.

"She had this one little towel she'd keep on her dorm bed just in case,'' Grandma continued with a sing-song tone.

"I had to ship a pack of pull-ups to her freshman dorm. I still have the receipt!''

Naddie groaned again, now covering her own face as she powdered Jordan generously and unfolded a thick new diaper beneath him. Jordan could not help it, he giggled, even as his legs kicked slightly. It felt good, the soft powder, the thick padding under him. Embarrassing? Beyond words. But, comforting too.

And the gentle teasing, the warmth in Grandma's voice, the practiced paws working side-by-side with Naddie to tape him up, it was like being loved from every direction.

"There we go, stinkbutt,'' Naddie teased, taping the final tab snugly into place.

"Fresh and puffy, just like Mommy likes.''

Jordan gave a muffled squeak and covered his face with both paws, tail twitching beside him. Grandma patted his thigh gently.

"All done. And you did great.''

Still silent, but blushing furiously, Jordan simply nodded. Once he was redressed in his hoodie, though still no pants, and scooped back into Naddie's arms, the crinkle of the new diaper sounded almost musical.

"Let's get you back to your toys,'' she whispered, kissing the top of his head.

"Dinner's soon, but you've got a little more time to play.''

As they stepped back into the hallway, Jordan leaned against her, utterly boneless in her arms. All his tension had melted, replaced by warm fuzzies and powder-scented bliss. He was not even trying to hide the diaper anymore. Not really. Not after everything. Naddie passed the playpen and gently lowered him in. The foam floor greeted his freshly padded tush with a little bounce, and he crinkled softly as he curled up with his plushie again.

The toys were waiting. So were the adults.

Jordan peeked over the side of the playpen and caught Naddie looking at him with a proud little smirk before she turned to head into the kitchen. He let out a dreamy sigh and popped the pacifier back into his muzzle. The playpen's mesh wall filtered the chatter and light like a curtain.

He did not have to worry about anything anymore.

Jordan was just the baby kitten of the house.

\f

Part Three


Jordan was still lounging in the playpen, tummy warm, diaper fresh, and a little trail of drool glistening on the edge of his pacifier from an accidental nap. His plushie was nestled tightly against his chest, and he was half-curled around it, eyes blinking slowly as he blinked up at her.

"Dinner time, kitty.''

Naddie said sweetly, her paws already reaching to unlatch the playpen's gate.

Jordan stirred with a soft, crinkly stretch and yawned behind his paci. His legs splayed open slightly as he sat up, and the bulk of his diaper forced him to waddle a bit as she took his paws and helped him to his feet.

But to his surprise, she did not let him walk.

Instead, she scooped him up again and carried him through the cozy hallway, humming under her breath like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"I think someone needs their special seat.''

She said, her tone light but teasing.

Jordan blinked, brow furrowing with curiosity until they rounded the corner into the kitchen, and he saw it.

A highchair, Naddie's old highchair.

It had been recently pushed neatly up to the dining table, freshly wiped down and gleaming slightly under the warm kitchen lights. It had that unmistakable nursery pastel color palette, soft yellow legs with teal cushioning and pale wooden tray. The seat was large, plush, and clearly meant for a toddler-sized Red Panda but even so, it looked big to Jordan.

Jordan squirmed in her arms, but Naddie was already setting him down in it, her motions practiced and firm.

The padding met his diaper with a thick fwump, and he sunk slightly into the seat with a startled little squeak. His tail curled up behind him as the plastic base kept his legs splayed slightly apart. The cold underside of the tray loomed in front of him, waiting.

"Dish wash yoursh?''

He mumbled around the pacifier, eyeing the faded star stickers on the side.

"Mmhm!''

Naddie grinned, pulling the shoulder straps over him.

"Daddy kept it in the garage all this time. Isn't that sweet?''

Jordan gasped softly as the harness clicked together across his chest and between his legs. The five-point restraint tugged firmly at his shoulders and hips, hugging him into place and making it impossible to wriggle out, not that he was even trying. The harness pressed snugly against the front of his thick diaper, drawing attention right to the bulging padding at his belly.

Naddie pulled the tray into place and locked it in with a loud click.

"There we go. All nice and snug.''

Jordan's arms were gently trapped on either side of the tray now, with only enough space to move his plushie into his lap. The tray rested flush against his belly, compressing his diaper with a firm pressure that only made him more aware of just how thick and puffy he still was.

He glanced toward the dining table. Grandma and Grandpa were already sitting down with their meals in front of them, sipping drinks and chatting. Their chairs looked tall. Normal. Grown-up.

Jordan squirmed again in his seat, and the harness creaked slightly.

Even if he were in one of those chairs, he realized, he probably would have needed a booster seat anyway. Between his short stature compared to the red pandas and the low slope of the dining table, he would not have been able to see over his plate properly without some kind of lift.

The realization made him blush furiously.

He was exactly where he belonged.

"Hope you're hungry, little guy!''

Naddie teased, walking over with a bright pink plastic bowl and matching spoon.

"Mom and I whipped up something just for you.''

Jordan perked up, pacifier bobbing, then tilted his head curiously as the bowl was placed on the tray. He sniffed, sweet potato, carrots, and maybe a hint of apple?

"Homemade babyfood!''

Grandma added proudly.

"No preservatives. Just good, clean yums for the tum!''

Jordan gave a shy, muffled whine and shrunk back into the seat as Naddie picked up the spoon and scooped a generous helping.

"Open up for Mommy.''

He hesitated, glancing from the spoon to the bowl to Grandma's gentle, watching smile.

"You've had this before,'' Naddie whispered warmly, bringing the spoon closer.

"And you always get messy when you try to feed yourself.''

Jordan sighed softly, his eyes half-lidded with embarrassment, then parted his lips and let the first bite in. The spoon slipped past his pacifier as she popped it out briefly, just long enough for feeding.

It was warm. A little sweet. Creamy and soft.

...Not bad, actually.

He swallowed and gave a tiny nod.

"See?''

Naddie giggled.

"Told you.''

Grandma watched with visible delight.

"Would you look at that!''

She said.

"You've got yourself a good eater!''

Jordan's cheeks flushed pink again, and he glanced down at his tray, watching the next spoonful arrive. For the next several minutes, Naddie fed him slowly, patiently, one bite at a time. She wiped his chin between bites, praised him for finishing each spoonful, and patted his chest whenever he squirmed with shyness.

Halfway through, Grandma took a turn.

Jordan blinked in surprise as she leaned in with the spoon, grinning.

"My turn to feed the grandbaby.''

He nearly choked on his latest spoonful.

"M-mmmph?!''

"Oh hush.''

She teased, gently spooning the next mouthful.

"You're the one in the highchair, aren't you?''

Jordan opened his muzzle again automatically and was met with the warm, sweet taste of carrots and apple.

"Good boy.''

Grandma cooed.

Naddie beamed across the table.

"See? He's already part of the family.''

Jordan could not speak, not much more than a small squeak. Not with his muzzle full. Not with his heart full. He just blushed deeper and let it all happen, basking in the affection and humiliation in equal measure.

Eventually, the bowl was empty, and his chin was dabbed clean with a damp cloth. The tray was wiped down, and the pacifier popped back into his mouth. He sank back into the cushioned seat, tummy full, cheeks warm, and body gently squirming inside the highchair's snug harness.

He could not believe how small he felt.

And how right it felt.

Dinner continued around him, the grownups chatting as if nothing unusual was happening at all.

The soft clink of silverware and hum of adult conversation filled the kitchen, but from his spot in the highchair, Jordan felt miles away from all of it. Trapped snugly in the padded seat, his tummy full and pacifier bobbing rhythmically in his mouth, he sat quietly while the grown-ups ate their meal like he was not even there.

He listened to their voices, Naddie's playful laugh, Grandpa's deeper chuckle, the warm cadence of Grandma's stories, but they were not talking to him. They were talking around him.

This might have normally made him feel sort of forgotten.

Instead, it made him feel even smaller. He shifted slightly in his seat, the five-point harness keeping him firmly in place as the tray pressed into his diaper. That gentle squeeze against the swollen front padding made his cheeks warm all over again. He was not even allowed out of the chair until someone came to get him. And from the way Naddie was finishing up her second helping of roasted vegetables while chatting with her mom, it did not seem like that was happening anytime soon.

He let out a tiny sigh behind his pacifier and glanced around the room from his seated position. Everything looked taller from this height. The table stretched like a wide plain just out of reach, with glasses and plates and things he would not be trusted to touch. His feet, still in their baby-blue velcro sneakers, dangled off the edge of the highchair's footrest. The thin crinkles from his diaper whispered beneath the tray every time he shifted his weight.

No one had asked him if he was done.

No one had offered to let him down.

He was stuck. Tucked away like a baby while the adults finished their grown-up conversation.

And goodness, the butterflies that gave him...

He fidgeted gently, just enough to feel the puffy diaper beneath him flex and crinkle against the harness. He could still feel the faint trace of warmth where his accident earlier had been, though Naddie's change had left him clean, powdered, and secure. So secure, in fact, that he could feel the pressure from the harness tugging right between his legs and over the tape line.

Helpless. Cared for. Gently ignored. Words floated around him like fog.

"So, how long are you two staying again?''

Grandma asked.

"Just the weekend?''

"Yep!''

Naddie replied, chewing thoughtfully.

"Maybe Monday morning if traffic's good. I wanted to make sure Jordan had time to unwind after the drive.''

Grandpa chuckled.

"Unwind, huh? Well, he seems plenty relaxed.''

Jordan squeaked behind his pacifier and curled his toes. He did not even look up. Just focused on the tray in front of him, where the faint smudge of sweet potato still clung to one corner.

"Poor thing's barely said a word.''

Grandma added softly.

"Is he always this quiet?''

"He's a shy baby.''

Naddie said fondly.

"Especially when his diaper's showing.''

Jordan whimpered. The laughter that followed was light, not mocking, but still made his ears burn. They were not teasing him. They were talking about him. Like he was their toddler. A baby who did not get a say. Who did not need to join the conversation. He was simply there. Fed. Contained. Cute.

And maybe just a bit stinky when he wasn't changed in time.

Jordan rested his cheek against the tray, letting the pacifier soothe him as he half-listened to the low drone of conversation. He did not try to speak. Did not try to move. His limbs felt soft and quiet, and his thoughts drifted lazily as the fullness of his belly and the softness of his diaper lulled him deeper into that gentle, fuzzy headspace.

Then he heard the soft creak of a chair and footsteps coming closer.

"Alright, sweetheart.''

Grandma said gently, her paw brushing his ear.

"Let's get that messy chin cleaned up before dessert.''

Jordan blinked and looked up just as she crouched beside the highchair. In her paw, a soft cloth dampened with warm water. He flinched slightly when she pressed it to his face, but she hushed him with the same tone she'd used when wiping his bottom earlier.

"Shhh, you're okay. Just a little baby food left behind. You made a mess, didn't you?''

He could not argue, and she clearly did not expect him to.

Her paw gently tilted his chin upward, and she worked the cloth slowly over his cheeks and muzzle, dabbing beneath his nose and around the edges of the pacifier where a little drool had escaped.

"Such a messy eater,'' she cooed.

Jordan whimpered again and squirmed, his ears pinned flat, but he didn't resist. He stayed completely still, letting her clean him like a toddler too little to know better. When she pulled the cloth away, she gave his nose a playful little boop.

"There. All clean. Mommy will be proud.''

He blinked up at her with wide eyes, heart pounding behind his ribs. That fluttery warmth spread through his chest again, deep and tingly. She patted his head and stood with a soft grunt.

"Dessert time.''

Jordan watched as she moved back toward the table. But he wasn't included in that either. The tray was still locked in place. The harness still snug. His belly still full.

As the adults finished clearing their plates, Jordan remained buckled securely in the highchair, his pacifier gently bobbing and his eyes only half-lidded in a sleepy, food-drowsy haze. His diaper crinkled softly as he shifted, the pressure of the tray against his tummy reminding him with every breath that he was still locked into place, still the baby at the table, and very much not in control of anything happening around him.

He watched as Grandma began gathering the dishes, chatting with Grandpa about dessert. A warm pie, maybe, or something from the fridge. But before anyone could stand, Naddie set down her fork and wiped her mouth with her napkin. She leaned back in her chair with that ever-present, confident smirk - the one Jordan knew all too well, and clapped her paws softly.

"Well,'' she said cheerfully, glancing toward Jordan.

"I don't think he's big enough for pie.''

All eyes turned to her, including Jordan's, his ears twitching in curiosity, then sinking in dread as she continued.

"Because I already brought his dessert.''

She added sweetly, pushing her chair back and standing.

"It's right here.''

Jordan let out a soft whimper behind his pacifier.

No. No, she wouldn't. Not here.

But she was already on the move, walking toward the highchair, her steps unhurried and full of maternal authority.

Jordan squirmed as her paws unclipped the tray and began unlatching the five-point harness.

"Mmmmf-M-Mommy?''

He mumbled, eyes wide.

"Shhh.''

She hushed gently, lifting him under the arms and hoisting him into her arms like a baby half his size. His diaper crinkled audibly, and his legs kicked instinctively in protest, but Naddie was already sliding back into her chair with him in her lap.

"What do you mean `you brought his dessert'?''

Grandma asked, arching a brow with a slight chuckle.

"Don't tell me you snuck snacks into the diaper bag.''

Naddie's smile widened.

"Nope.''

She said, her tone light as she reached up and began unbuttoning the top of her shirt.

"He's getting milkies.''

Jordan froze. His ears shot back against his head. His pacifier nearly slipped from his mouth. His tail curled tightly around Naddie's leg, and his entire body tensed up in her lap.

She's really going to do it.

"Wait...''

Grandpa echoed, clearly confused.

Naddie nodded cheerfully.

"Mmhm! I induce. We've been doing this for a while now.''

There was a stunned silence. Even Grandma's mouth parted slightly in surprise.

"You're... lactating?''

She asked slowly, incredulously.

Naddie reached into her shirt, tugging it down far enough to bare her chest, and guided Jordan's muzzle toward her breast with gentle, practiced movements. Her tone didn't waver for a second.

"Yep! Took a few months of effort, supplements, and lots of nursing, but I started producing about six weeks ago.''

Jordan whimpered, a low, utterly humiliated sound, as his muzzle was brought to her chest. His paws clutched at her shirt, his blush spreading all the way to the tips of his ears.

But Naddie was calm, confident, and loving.

She popped his pacifier from his mouth with one paw and offered her nipple with the other.

"Come on, baby.''

She murmured softly, brushing his cheek.

"Mommy's got your dessert right here.''

Jordan stared at her for a beat, eyes wide, pulse thundering in his ears, and then, as if by instinct, he latched.

Warmth. Familiarity. Comfort.

Her milk flowed gently into his mouth, sweet and soothing, and despite the mortification burning through every inch of his body, his eyelids fluttered. He nursed. The room was quiet, save for the soft suckling and the occasional clink of dishes.

"Oh.''

Grandma finally said, voice quiet.

"Well... I wasn't expecting that.''

Naddie chuckled, stroking Jordan's ears as he nestled deeper into her chest. His tail twitched behind him with every tiny swallow, and his freshly changed diaper squished against her thigh as he relaxed just enough to let his legs drape limply.

"I know it's surprising.''

Naddie said with a shrug, her voice casual.

"But it helps him sleep, and it's one of our favorite bonding times.''

Jordan made a soft noise in response, cheeks still burning as he nursed. Peaceful was not the word he would have chosen in that exact moment, flustered beyond mortal comprehension came to mind, but goodness, the warmth from her milk, the feel of her paw on the back of his head, the closeness.

It did feel good.

"I didn't even know you could do that without, you know actually being pregnant.''

Grandma said, half in awe, half in concern.

"You can,'' Naddie replied simply.

"It just takes dedication, and someone to help alleviate the pressure.''

Jordan's ears twitched. He whimpered softly. But he didn't pull away. Instead, he kept nursing. That was answer enough.

"I think it's sweet,'' Grandma said after a moment, her tone softening.

Jordan tried not to cry, not out of sadness, but out of sheer emotional overload. The embarrassment, the unconditional love, the warmth in Naddie's arms and the acceptance from her parents. It was all getting to be a little too much.

Naddie brushed her muzzle against his head and whispered.

"You're being so brave, baby boy. Mommy's proud of you.''

He let out a muffled whimper around her nipple and clung tighter. The milk soothed him. The soft murmurs from around the table faded. His eyelids grew heavier with every suckle.

Jordan was no longer aware of the quiet murmurs around the dinner table. His world had shrunk down to the rhythmic pulse of Naddie's heartbeat beneath his cheek, the sweet taste of her milk on his tongue, and the soothing sound of her gentle breath above him.

His belly gurgled softly, not with hunger, but in lazy contentment as he nursed from her breast, the pacifier forgotten somewhere on the top of the highchair tray behind him. Her arms cradled him close, his head resting against the curve of her chest, her scent comforting and familiar.

With every suckle, a warm wave of drowsiness washed over him. The pressure in his muscles softened, his legs sagging limply over Naddie's lap. The soft fabric of her shirt brushed against the fur of his cheeks, and she continued to stroke between his ears in slow, repetitive lines that made his entire body feel like jelly.

His diaper rustled softly each time he adjusted, the five-point harness's ghostly touch still lingering on his shoulders even though he'd long been removed from the highchair. Naddie's lap was his new cradle now, and he was sinking into it deeper by the second.

And then he felt it. That little twitch in his bladder. A familiar, quiet signal. The one that he was not in charge of. Mommy was.

She had made that very clear. No potty for the weekend. No big boy choices. Only diapers. Wetting whenever he needed to. Just like now.

His eyelids fluttered, and he let go, just like she wanted him to. A soft hiss escaped beneath the plush folds of his diaper, and a spreading warmth bloomed against his skin. He sighed through his nose, still suckling, as the wetness pooled gently between his legs. The padding swelled in response, crinkling faintly, absorbing it all as he soaked his diaper right there on Mommy's lap while nursing.

He felt the diaper expand slightly under him, pressing firmer against her thigh. The sensation was unmistakable, warm, comforting, and oh-so-embarrassing.

But she did not say a word. Did not stop him. Did not even pause. She just rocked him gently, one paw still rubbing slow circles between his shoulders.

Because this was normal. This was expected. This was what babies do.

Jordan whimpered softly through the nipple in his mouth, pressing his face deeper into the soft curve of her breast. His cheeks flushed, but it was a gentle blush now, not panicked or shameful, just warm and honest. The warm wetness against his groin mingled with the warm milk filling his belly, and the soft pressure of Naddie's body around him made it all feel like one big, dreamy cloud.

He was sinking. Deeper than before. Drifting.

He could vaguely hear Grandma finishing up the dishes, and Grandpa saying something about starting a fire in the hearth. The clink of glasses. The shuffle of chairs.

But all of that was distant. Fuzzy.

Unimportant.

Because here, in Mommy's arms, in a freshly-wet diaper, his mouth latched around her nipple and his body cradled like a true infant, this was the whole world. His body began to grow heavier, limbs slackening more as the milk slowed. His suckling grew gentler, more languid, until it was just the tiniest rhythm of motion, instinctive, sleepy, slow.

He was full now.

Naddie leaned down and kissed his forehead. Her voice, soft as velvet, whispered into the fur between his ears.

"That's my good baby.''

She cooed.

"All full? All soggy?''

He whined quietly in response, eyes still closed. He did not need to say it. She already knew. With practiced ease, she shifted him in her arms, pulling her shirt back over her chest and adjusting him to lay fully across her lap like a napping toddler after a big meal. One paw drifted down to his diaper, pressing gently at the front.

She smiled.

"Yep. Definitely soggy.''

Jordan whimpered again, but it was the sleepiest sound he'd made all night. The warm bulk around his waist was just another blanket now, part of the experience, part of who he was in that moment. A sleepy, breastfed, diapered boy in Mommy's arms.\t

Naddie rocked him slowly in the chair, her tail draping over the side, her voice a soft hum that buzzed pleasantly in the back of his mind. She was still chatting with her parents, but her attention never left him. Her paws never stopped rubbing his back. Her heart never stopped beating beneath his cheek.

He sighed. And let go completely. As he faded into sleep, the last thought that drifted through Jordan's head was a flutter of curiosity and excitement.

If this was only the first day. What else did Naddie have planned for the rest of the weekend? He hoped it would include more changes. More cuddles. More of this. Whatever she wanted. Because she knew what was best for him.

And as he slipped fully into dreamland, diaper soggy, tummy full, pacifier now returned to his lips, he knew one thing for certain.

He felt comfortable.

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