{ "submission_id": "2926621", "keywords": [ { "keyword_id": "62275", "keyword_name": "barney the dinosaur", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "63" }, { "keyword_id": "32177", "keyword_name": "b/b", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "379" }, { "keyword_id": "503", "keyword_name": "boner", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "11385" }, { "keyword_id": "22289", "keyword_name": "boogers", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "23" }, { "keyword_id": "61", "keyword_name": "boy", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "82472" }, { "keyword_id": "48116", "keyword_name": "boy/boy", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1537" }, { "keyword_id": "37697", "keyword_name": "cringe", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "207" }, { "keyword_id": "28", "keyword_name": "diaper", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "80004" }, { "keyword_id": "744", "keyword_name": "diapers", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "22288" }, { "keyword_id": "498", "keyword_name": "drool", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "10626" }, { "keyword_id": "862", "keyword_name": "dumb", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "501" }, { "keyword_id": "36690", "keyword_name": "edging", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1654" }, { "keyword_id": "263", "keyword_name": "erection", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "67786" }, { "keyword_id": "33", "keyword_name": "fox", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "251445" }, { "keyword_id": "236", "keyword_name": "gay", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "152358" }, { "keyword_id": "22383", "keyword_name": "grandma", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "326" }, { "keyword_id": "5232", "keyword_name": "high school", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "538" }, { "keyword_id": "80639", "keyword_name": "huggies", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "184" }, { "keyword_id": "78", "keyword_name": "kissing", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "23492" }, { "keyword_id": "16377", "keyword_name": "making out", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "2228" }, { "keyword_id": "165", "keyword_name": "male", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1214577" }, { "keyword_id": "10308", "keyword_name": "male/male", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "128020" }, { "keyword_id": "33841", "keyword_name": "messing", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "3527" }, { "keyword_id": "1151", "keyword_name": "messy", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "17737" }, { "keyword_id": "942", "keyword_name": "m/m", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "51321" }, { "keyword_id": "35511", "keyword_name": "nappies", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "820" }, { "keyword_id": "5866", "keyword_name": "nappy", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "6259" }, { "keyword_id": "12789", "keyword_name": "orgasm denial", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1886" }, { "keyword_id": "23959", "keyword_name": "pooping", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "6832" }, { "keyword_id": "42188", "keyword_name": "retardation", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "31" }, { "keyword_id": "30728", "keyword_name": "retarded", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "60" }, { "keyword_id": "449", "keyword_name": "school", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "9110" }, { "keyword_id": "113", "keyword_name": "shota", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "35282" }, { "keyword_id": "990", "keyword_name": "silly", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "7554" }, { "keyword_id": "49974", "keyword_name": "snot", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "284" }, { "keyword_id": "226", "keyword_name": "socks", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "15414" }, { "keyword_id": "486655", "keyword_name": "socks and sandals", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "37" }, { "keyword_id": "690858", "keyword_name": "special education", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "3" }, { "keyword_id": "188333", "keyword_name": "sped", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1" }, { "keyword_id": "7784", "keyword_name": "spit", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1666" }, { "keyword_id": "2991", "keyword_name": "stupid", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "534" }, { "keyword_id": "1664", "keyword_name": "teacher", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "3401" }, { "keyword_id": "216", "keyword_name": "teen", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "34795" }, { "keyword_id": "531", "keyword_name": "teenager", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "11367" }, { "keyword_id": "3629", "keyword_name": "teenagers", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "2579" }, { "keyword_id": "442", "keyword_name": "teens", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "2813" }, { "keyword_id": "5467", "keyword_name": "underage", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "17290" }, { "keyword_id": "220", "keyword_name": "wet", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "31839" }, { "keyword_id": "16590", "keyword_name": "wetting", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "7547" }, { "keyword_id": "1493", "keyword_name": "young", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "70638" } ], "hidden": "f", "scraps": "f", "favorite": "f", "favorites_count": "42", "create_datetime": "2023-02-13 16:42:39.094124+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "13 Feb 2023 17:42 CET", "last_file_update_datetime": "2023-02-13 16:35:03.73073+00", "last_file_update_datetime_usertime": "13 Feb 2023 17:35 CET", "username": "DorkySox", "user_id": "709439", "user_icon_file_name": "250025_ShotaSox_shotasox_icon_1_crop.jpg", "user_icon_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/large/250/250025_ShotaSox_shotasox_icon_1_crop.jpg", "user_icon_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/medium/250/250025_ShotaSox_shotasox_icon_1_crop.jpg", "user_icon_url_small": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/small/250/250025_ShotaSox_shotasox_icon_1_crop.jpg", "file_name": "4362101_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid_2.rtf", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/4362/4362101_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid_2.rtf", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/4362/4362101_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid_2.rtf", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/4362/4362101_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid_2.rtf", "thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/4362/4362101_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid_2.jpg", "thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/4362/4362101_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid_2.jpg", "thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/4362/4362101_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid_2.jpg", "thumb_huge_x": "300", "thumb_huge_y": "300", "thumb_large_x": "200", "thumb_large_y": "200", "thumb_medium_x": "120", "thumb_medium_y": "120", "files": [ { "file_id": "4362101", "file_name": "4362101_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid_2.rtf", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/4362/4362101_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid_2.rtf", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/4362/4362101_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid_2.rtf", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/4362/4362101_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid_2.rtf", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "submission_id": "2926621", "user_id": "709439", "submission_file_order": "0", "full_size_x": null, "full_size_y": null, "screen_size_x": null, "screen_size_y": null, "preview_size_x": null, "preview_size_y": null, "initial_file_md5": "adbc6654cb320c86dd42e9448da7cfce", "full_file_md5": "adbc6654cb320c86dd42e9448da7cfce", "large_file_md5": "", "small_file_md5": "", "thumbnail_md5": "eae45e1d9a232ffa49acc98ec87829a3", "deleted": "f", "create_datetime": "2023-02-13 16:35:03.73073+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "13 Feb 2023 17:35 CET", "thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/4362/4362101_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid_2.jpg", "thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/4362/4362101_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid_2.jpg", "thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/4362/4362101_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid_2.jpg", "thumb_huge_x": "300", "thumb_huge_y": "300", "thumb_large_x": "200", "thumb_large_y": "200", "thumb_medium_x": "120", "thumb_medium_y": "120" } ], "pools": [ { "pool_id": "83487", "name": "Timothy", "description": "A once-brilliant honor student and president of the chess club, Timothy loses his mind in spectacular fashion and joins the ranks of the special ed class!", "count": "3", "submission_left_submission_id": "2908127", "submission_left_file_name": "4331206_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid.rtf", "submission_left_thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/4331/4331206_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid.jpg", "submission_left_thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/4331/4331206_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid.jpg", "submission_left_thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/4331/4331206_ShotaSox_timothy_the_whiz_kid.jpg", "submission_left_thumb_huge_x": "300", "submission_left_thumb_huge_y": "300", "submission_left_thumb_large_x": "200", "submission_left_thumb_large_y": "200", "submission_left_thumb_medium_x": "120", "submission_left_thumb_medium_y": "120", "submission_right_submission_id": "3455086", "submission_right_file_name": "5265335_ShotaSocks_timothy_the_whiz_kid_3.rtf", "submission_right_thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/5265/5265335_ShotaSocks_timothy_the_whiz_kid_3.jpg", "submission_right_thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/5265/5265335_ShotaSocks_timothy_the_whiz_kid_3.jpg", "submission_right_thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/5265/5265335_ShotaSocks_timothy_the_whiz_kid_3.jpg", "submission_right_thumb_huge_x": "300", "submission_right_thumb_huge_y": "299", "submission_right_thumb_large_x": "200", "submission_right_thumb_large_y": "199", "submission_right_thumb_medium_x": "120", "submission_right_thumb_medium_y": "120" } ], "description": "Struggling a bit with writer's block lately, but I'm getting better. New ideas brewing!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Struggling a bit with writer's block lately, but I'm getting better. New ideas brewing!", "writing": "[center][b]Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are fictitious and not related to nor inspired by actual persons.[/b]\n\nThe characters featured in this story are anthropomorphic foxes.\n\nIf you enjoyed, please leave a comment! Thank you for reading!\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/center]\n\n\nOwing to a leaky diaper earlier that day, Timmy marched around the special ed classroom pantsless, his thick diaper on full display, following behind his best friend, Max. They were having a little parade, marching back and forth across the room to the tune of the Barney theme.\n\nMax was a longtime resident of the special ed class. Timmy, on the other hand, was a more recent addition to the group following an incident which left him totally bereft of his former intellectual prowess. Now, he was just another retard stinking up the classroom.\n\nTimmy was dressed in a graphic t-shirt depicting a smiling cartoon mascot, which was a stark departure from his typical buttoned up shirts he'd worn in the past. On his feet were silly patterned socks, with a pair of sandals which made it easier to take his pants off for diaper changes; a concession which was put to use some few times throughout his typical day at school.\n\nAs the final notes of the theme rang out, the pair turned to one another and embraced in a tight hug, each giggling and smiling at the other. They were genuinely excited to watch yet another episode. The other special ed students around them were engrossed in their own activities, and none of them seemed to like Barney even half as much as the pair did. They were super fans by all accounts.\n\nHowever, just as they were about to settle in to watch their show, a distracting voice rang out from the doorway. \"Mr. Bennett, I just need you for a second in the hall here.\"\n\n\"Mrs. Sparks, Just Avery is fine, you know. Or Avey if we're friends!\" Mr. Avery Bennett replied with a chuckle as he rose from his desk. Shuffling toward the classroom door, he shot Timmy a look and continued until he was out of sight.\n\n\"Where... wuh... Misdurr A-averie go-ing?\" Timmy asked slowly, swiveling his head to look at Max.\n\n\"Hunh- umm... Barney.\" Max replied. His eyes were glued to the TV screen, not paying one bit of attention to what was happening elsewhere.\n\nWhat Max would concern himself with, however, was when Timmy tried to stand up and toddle away. Timmy was curious to see what the commotion with Mrs. Sparks was, and he had a mind to go find out.\n\nA hand ensnared Timmy's right ankle as he attempted to toddle away. Max had his grip locked tight around his friend's leg and wasn't about to let him wander away. With a tug, he laid Timmy low and straddled himself over the now toppled boy.\n\n\"Barneyyyy!\" Max complained. He didn't want his friend to miss any of the best show ever, and he was upset that Timmy didn't care to stay and watch.\n\nWithout anyone to stop him, Max bounced up and down on top of the helpless lad. Timmy could only bray in discomfort at the chubby weight of his pal on him, plus the stinky swollen diaper being pressed against him. In retaliation, Timmy grappled Max and tried to reverse their positions.\n\nA few times he tried this, but Timmy just couldn't escape the herculean grip of his best friend. So, instead, he went with the next best plan he could think of. He wiggled and squirmed under the boy until his face was next to one of his hands and gave it a nice slobbery lick.\n\n\"Uhh-ewww..\" Max reacted dully. He was ambivalent to the spit on his hand, in truth, but he'd heard others react in such a way before, and he was merely mirroring their reactions.\n\nWhat Max did next, however, would be considered diabolical by most. To get back at Timmy, he leaned in and began licking all over his friend's face like an excited puppy. He moved from the corner of Timmy's mouth, to the bridge of his nose, to his forehead and cheeks. Max's tongue was slimy and disgusting, and he was using it to slather Timmy's face with spit. He couldn't help himself. He was in his element, and he was having a blast.\n\n\"Puh- ack- unghh-\" Timmy exclaimed in disgust. He was now covered in saliva, and it was only getting worse as the seconds passed. He couldn't stand it anymore and began to wail loudly.\n\nThe next thing he knew, Max was being lifted off of him by Mr. Avery.\n\n\"I look away for one minute- Maxie, sitting on your buddies is a no-no.\" He reprimanded. \"And pee-yew, you need a diaper change anyway, little stinker.\"\n\nAfter wiping Timmy's face clean with a baby wipe, Mr. Avery shuttled Max over to the changing table and began his work. He was a professional in every sense, deftly cleaning and re-diapering the chubby boy in no time at all. Soon, Max and Timmy were reunited.\n\n\"Timmy, I just had a talk with Mrs. Sparks- You remember Mrs. Sparks, don't you? Your old English teacher? No?\"\n\nTimmy looked up at the man with dull eyes, not processing most of what was said. The tongue bath he was subjected to was still making his head spin.\n\n\"Aw that's ok, bud. Anyway- She came to tell me that you're officially out of the old system.\" He continued explaining to the stone wall. \"That means you're gonna be in my class for the rest of high school. So let's all get along and try to have fun together, alright?\"\n\n\"F-un? Uhnnnguhhh...\" Timmy could only bray to himself mournfully at the announcement. He was systematically and officially retarded now. There was no going back to his old achievements or accolades. He was going to be stuck in special ed from now on.\n\n\"I can't believe they made me try to explain all this to him... He's clearly not capable of understanding anymore...\" Mr. Avery muttered aside to himself before turning back to face the debased teen. \"Poor little guy, just look at you. Too dull to understand me anymore, isn't that right, Timmy? No more silly chess club for you!\" He added, in a babyish tone which was an octave higher than before, and with much more energy in his voice.\n\n\"Sil-ly huhuh...\" Timmy giggled at the display, unaware that he was being mocked to his face.\n\nMr. Avery wasn't a cruel man by any means. He did his job to the letter, and ensured the safety and enrichment of his charges. He was also a firm believer, though, that the new preferred way of handling special needs students was a waste of time. 'Treat them with respect, dignity, equality, and discretion.' What a lot of nonsense. His students were the dregs of society, doomed to forever be dependent on the mercy of others for their very survival at the end of the day. They didn't need to be, or even want to be treated like 'normal people.'\n\n\"That's right, Timmy...\" The man peered down. \"Just have fun with Maxie. You don't have to worry about being a smarty-pants anymore.\"\n\nThey were retards. Plain and simple. And it was his personal mission to make sure that they were living the best lives they were capable of. If a student happened to be a diaper-wearing drool factory, then he would treat them as such, and not like some dignified honor student. His students would be babied and coddled and kept safe from the woes of the world. It was only what was fair.\n\nAnd if he happened to make teasing or infantilizing remarks at his students, well, that was only because they wouldn't understand what he meant anyway. It was his way of relieving a little stress, and it wasn't like he'd ever do it in front of his colleagues. No harm, no foul as far as he was concerned.\n\n\"b... Bar-nee...\" The boy's attention was grabbed by the TV again and he crawled back over to join Max in enjoyment of the infantile show. His teacher simply sighed and shook his head in amusement at his inability to understand the situation he was now in.\n\nFor the next several hours, the two boys watched their silly program and meanwhile found other simple activities to occupy their time. Soon, it was the end of the school day, and time to head home.\n\nBefore leaving, Timmy donned a pair of shorts from the lost and found bin which were slightly too large for him. Timmy waddled down the halls toward the cafeteria, pants sagging, and Mr. Avery was forced to step in and keep them from falling off of him several times. The passing students all knew what had happened to Timmy at the chess tournament, and were unsurprised when a bit of his diaper did manage to peek out from above his pants. Although many of them took pity on his current debased state and lamented his lost genius, there were those who thought the whole thing was just an act.\n\nDavid, his former friend and intellectual rival, passed him and grimaced. Not only had Timmy humiliated him at the chess tournament by shitting himself during their game, He had also been shouldered with all the duties of chess club president until a permanent replacement could be found. Until then, he was stuck managing the club, plus keeping up with his advanced studies. To say that he resented Timmy would be an understatement.\n\n\"Lazy-ass freak.\" David hissed at him, and hurried past the flock of special ed kids to catch his bus.\n\nMr. Avery shook his head at the rude display, and simply herded his students toward the cafeteria where they would wait for their transport. To be so aggressive with Timmy was inappropriate. The boy couldn't help himself, after all. Not anymore.\n\nEventually, the normal students had all departed and soon the short buses were parked outside and waiting. The special ed students were shepherded into them, and Timmy and Max were seated beside each other for the ride home. The bus ride itself was a long affair. Nearly an hour until the last stop, where the two would be getting off. But until then, they entertained themselves with silly songs, holding hands, and looking at the passing scenery.\n\nIn the middle of a verse, Timmy felt an urgent need to potty. It was a common feeling for him, but due to his now diminished mental acuity, he was unable to do anything to keep himself from wetting his diaper. All he could do was squirm helplessly as the torrent of pee flooded his teen huggies. Once the stream subsided, though, Timmy went straight back to singing with his best friend, as if he were none the wiser.\n\nEventually, they arrived at their stop, and the two were the last of the students remaining on the bus. As Mr. Avery unbuckled their harnesses, he gave them each a quick press on their diaper fronts. The resulting squishes told him all he needed to know.\n\n\"Silly boys. You just can't keep your diapers clean for very long at all, can you?\" Their teacher said, chuckling to himself.\n\nHe led the two off the bus, and across the street where Max's grandma was waiting for them. It was a Friday afternoon, which meant that Timmy would be spending the weekend at her house with Max.\n\n\"Now, there are my handsome boys!\" Ms. Barnes called out upon noticing the party approaching. She wore a wrinkled smile and waved at the children, who had their arms stretched out in greeting. \n\n\"Hello there, Ms. Barnes.\" Mr. Avery cheerfully greeted her. \"They could both use a change, but they were both very well behaved on the bus.\"\n\nShe smiled and held the teens, one on each arm, hugging them as tightly as she could. \"Very good. You two deserve a treat for your good behavior, I think!\"\n\nTheir faces lit up at the implication and they danced in place, eager to go inside and see what was in store for them. Mr. Avery waved goodbye and hopped back onto the bus, which then departed as the boys and Max's grandma walked together and entered her house.\n\nMs. Barnes lived alone as a widow of many years. She was Max's only family, and took care of him all by herself. Timmy had passed through the front door of her house many times before as Max's tutor; but now he was academically on equal footing with his companion, and they spent their weekends having fun together instead of doing schoolwork.\n\nThe entryway of the two-story home bespoke just how well-off financially the old woman was. A foyer decorated with art, greenery, and framed pictures of the family. And the splendiferous rug that stretched from the door to the stairway was a work of art in its own right. She kept the house clean and orderly.\n\n\"I-m, home!\" Max announced to nobody in particular, throwing his hands up. \n\n\"That's right.\" She responded while patting his soggy bottom. \"And now you have all weekend to play with Timmy here. But first, let's get you two out of those dirty diapers!\"\n\nThey all made their way to Max's bedroom, where the changing supplies were kept. Timmy, were it not for his diminished mind, would have been shocked at the state of the room. He might have blushed and averted his eyes from the sheer infantile nature of the decor. He might have scoffed at learning that Max slept in a babyish crib overcrowded with plushies. But his actual reaction was much the opposite. Timmy, with his now dimmed wit, thought it was all wonderful.\n\nMs. Barnes hoisted her grandson onto the changing table, which was specially ordered for grown boys with special needs. As she worked on the first boy's diaper change, Timmy found some toys and plopped himself on the floor with a squish to wait his turn.\n\nTo say that the woman was doting would be an understatement. Once she got into the caretaker headspace, she was completely and unabashedly maternal. She fussed over her little guy, cooing and calling him 'sweetheart' and 'baby.' She even played peekaboo with his favorite barney plush to soothe him when he got squirmy. She was treating him like a baby, and Timmy would receive the same treatment himself. Each and every weekend thenceforth.\n\nOnce she had finished with Max, she released him with a pat on the bottom and a kiss on the head before turning her attention to Timmy. The boy raised his arms and reached out to the woman as she approached him, eager to be changed by her.\n\nHe smiled as he was lifted onto the changing table, but as soon as Timmy's back lay flat against the soft plastic cushioning, a jolt ran through his body and shook him to his core. His eyes grew wide and his limbs went stiff. His gaze lurched downward from the spinning mobile hanging above him to look at his body and his clothing. It was... wrong.\n\nIn that instant, the teen's awareness and intellect were returned to him fully, yet he was unable to articulate his thoughts through speech. Something in his brain wasn't working right. Tongue lolling out at each attempt to speak, his mouth refused to obey his wishes. His mind thrashed against its prison of retardation, struggling to cry out against the situation it found itself in, and to express the emotions that were now bubbling to the surface of his consciousness.\n\nMs. Barnes untaped and peeled away his diaper, revealing his fully erect penis and a hefty mess he'd just deposited not five minutes ago while waiting for his turn. The young boy was horrified, and his heart began to pound violently within his chest. His face flushed red with shame and embarrassment, and he brayed unintelligibly at Ms. Barnes. \"Uhhnggggg! Wghhhuuuhhhhhh!\"\n\nThe woman looked at him, startled, unsure of what he wanted. Her expression turned to concern as Timmy continued to mumble and moan, his voice growing louder and more desperate with each passing second.\n\n\"Oh, poor baby... Don't cry now, Timmy. You'll have a nice clean diaper soon.\" She cooed at him and tickled his thigh.\n\nThat wasn't even close to the first thing on Timmy's mind at that moment. He was back to his old self and he couldn't even tell anyone! Sure, being exposed in a poopy diaper with a raging hard-on was humiliating, but to be cognizant while being treated like a retard? That was surely enough to make anyone go mad.\n\n\"Mmmmnnnnn! Ggghaaaaahh!\" He vocalized again in frustration.\n\nMs Barnes wiped his privates thoroughly, going over each spot multiple times just to be sure that he was clean. Each pass of the wet wipes over his privates caused him to shudder and twitch, and Timmy's face reddened further with humiliation and anger at the indignity of the situation. When the wiping finally stopped, Timmy's cock was still rock hard and throbbing, desperate for release. Timmy was on the edge of an explosive orgasm; a feeling he'd been denied since his descent into retardation.\n\nShe pulled his new thick diaper over his twitching penis and taped it in place tightly, sealing away his pleasure and leaving him wanting and needy. But as he was about to cry out again, he spied Max in the corner of his vision and turned his gaze toward the boy. His senses were transfixed and all he could think about was his companion in diapers. That no good... dum dum... silly... BEST FRIEND of his!\n\nAnd just like that, Timmy was gone again. Back to his world of babbling and nonsense, where nothing mattered except for his best friend and his feelings for him, where everything was a joke and a game and a joyful romp for the two friends to share together. The magical effects of Max's presence had dragged Timmy down even further into the depths of debasement, causing him to become more and more retarded with each instance of contact with the boy.\n\nThe rest of the evening was filled with their laughter and playing. They wrestled and tickled each other, watched their favorite purple dinosaur show, and ate a dinner consisting of mac and cheese, chicken nuggets, and a chocolate cake for dessert (which they shared). It was a perfect night, and they were perfectly content. Certainly more content than when Timmy would agonize over whether Max was taking in his lessons during their old tutoring sessions.\n\nSoon, though, it was time for bed. Timmy and Max were dressed in their footie pajamas over their night diapers, and Ms Barnes lifted them each into Max's crib before closing the locking top. It was like a cage, to describe it crudely, but it prevented the retarded teens from wandering at night and causing trouble.\n\nThe boys snuggled against one another under the blankets and clutched their favorite plushies close to their chests. Soft music filled the room, which caused them both to fall asleep nearly instantly.\n***\nLater, Timmy awoke to the sensation of himself filling his diaper with a muddy mess. The music had fallen silent, and the moonlight streaming in from the windows signified to Timmy that it wasn't time to get out of bed just yet. A diaper change would not be coming soon. He shifted himself to lie on his back in order to finish pooping himself more comfortably, but as he did so, Max roused from his sleep and took notice that Timmy was awake next to him.\n\nMax rolled over and sat up on his knees and watched Timmy load his teen huggies. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and a spot of drool formed on his chest as he chuckled at the stinky display before him.\n\nIt was then that Max took notice of the tent forming in Timmy's diaper front. Max knew very little about grown-ups and their sexual habits, but he knew that whenever he got excited by something, especially when he watched Barney, his peepee would stand up just like Timmy's had. He knew that Timmy must have been excited by pooping his diaper.\n\nHe wanted to make Timmy feel good. They were best friends after all, and it was Max's responsibility to look after his friend. Especially since Timmy was much more retarded than he was now.\n\nSmiling to himself, he leaned over and straddled his pal, pinning his arms down with his legs and sloppily kissing him on the general area around his mouth, if you could call it kissing at all. Timmy brayed in response to the sudden slobbery kisses, which made Max giggle and blow wet snot out of his nose onto Timmy's cheeks. \n\n\"D'uhh oh...\" The blond boy babbled at the sudden mess, continuing to chuckle.\n\nLike most retards, Max loved eating his own boogers. It was a plain and simple gross fact. He pondered as much as a retard could, before concluding that Timmy would love it too; and that doing so would make his excitement go through the roof. Max thought that he was a genius in that moment.\n\nHis finger ran along Timmy's cheek and scooped up a glob of thick, runny snot and deposited it into his perpetually open mouth. Timmy lapped at the salty treat, slobbering all over Max's hand, moaning, after which another glob from his other cheek was smeared on his wagging tongue. Max leaned in again and placed his snotty nose directly in his friend's mouth and blew more viscous bubbly boogers out, gripping the crib sheets tightly as he did so. Timmy loved sucking down the stream of yucky slime, and took great pleasure in licking Max's nostrils to get out every last bit.\n\nThe two boys writhed against each other, probing their tongues in their partner's mouth in a wet and disgusting kiss. The smell of Timmy's poopy diaper mixed with boogers and saliva created an aroma that was simply divine to the two young retards in question, and they were eager to continue exploring this delight as long as they could.\n\nDawn was breaking, and the trails of snot and spit between them glistened in the morning light. The boys were so absorbed in each other that neither noticed the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway to the bedroom door until it opened and Ms Barnes stepped inside, her eyes wide with surprise as she witnessed the spectacle she'd stumbled upon in her grandson's crib.\n\n\"Max, baby. You shouldn't sit on your friend... Especially not on his birthday.\" The elderly woman commented, trying her best to convey her concern to the inattentive retard.\n\nThe boy sat up straight and rolled off of his pinned buddy, clamoring to the side of the crib to greet his grandma and receive his morning diaper change. Timmy, on the other hand, remained lying on his back, taking in the sensation of Max's snot coating the inside of his mouth and ignoring the approaching woman, as well as the fact that it was apparently his birthday.\n\nShe unlocked the crib's top and lifted Max out first, then set him on the changing table. She made quick work of his soggy diaper, then turned her attention to Timmy after sending Max downstairs to the living room.\n\nTimmy's diaper change was much more involved. The front of his diaper had nearly been penetrated by his penis, and the absorbent material had detached from the inside of the diaper and fallen back toward his bottom, leaving the outer plastic layer as the only thing holding back his erection. But Ms. Barnes was a seasoned caregiver, and she wasn't about to let a little retard's boner or a ruined diaper make her blush.\n\nShe administered the change as efficiently as she could, taking care to wipe the teen's bottom thoroughly. Once his new diaper was taped on, she wiped his face off and guided him to the living room to sit with Max while she prepared breakfast for everyone.\n\nThe house phone rang suddenly.\n\n\"Hello?\" Ms. Barnes greeted the caller. It was Timmy's father. \"Yes, I'll have them ready to go. That works splendidly. Mm hm, we'll see you there.\"\n\nShe set the phone down on the receiver, she set about her task of making breakfast.\n\nMax had turned on the TV by himself and was basking in the presence of Barney the Dinosaur as Timmy crawled up beside him. The two leaned against each other and watched together, holding hands and singing along to their favorite songs. Soon, breakfast was served, and after they had finished eating, they enjoyed the remainder of the Barney video tape while the old woman sat across the room working on a quilt.\n\nAnother phone call.\n\n\"Hello?\" This time, it was Mr. Avery. \"Yes, the Chuck E. Cheese's beside the car dealership. Right. Not the one in Bridgeford, right. Thank you for coming with us, I'm sure the boys will be thrilled to see you. Mm hm, bye.\"\n\nFor the remainder of the morning, Ms. Barnes prepared the boys for the party, dressing them in matching outfits and making sure that they didn't look too disheveled. They'd be going out in public, after all. They each wore a button up shirt with a little bow tie, a sweater vest, and a pair of dress shorts which did very little to hide the obvious outline of their diapers underneath. Their shoes and white socks matched as well. They looked like nerds, to be frank, but it was an old-fashioned style that Max's grandma simply adored.\n\nOnce the preparations were complete, they were loaded into the van and buckled into their carseats for the ride to come. The sky was darkened with sudden cloud cover, and it began to rain as they pulled out of the driveway and onto the road. Timmy's diaper was already soaked before they reached the highway, and his penis, despite becoming erect, was held in check by the carseat's crotch strap.\n\nIt was going to be a long trip.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are fictitious and not related to nor inspired by actual persons.

The characters featured in this story are anthropomorphic foxes.

If you enjoyed, please leave a comment! Thank you for reading!


-------------------------------------------------------------------------



Owing to a leaky diaper earlier that day, Timmy marched around the special ed classroom pantsless, his thick diaper on full display, following behind his best friend, Max. They were having a little parade, marching back and forth across the room to the tune of the Barney theme.

Max was a longtime resident of the special ed class. Timmy, on the other hand, was a more recent addition to the group following an incident which left him totally bereft of his former intellectual prowess. Now, he was just another retard stinking up the classroom.

Timmy was dressed in a graphic t-shirt depicting a smiling cartoon mascot, which was a stark departure from his typical buttoned up shirts he'd worn in the past. On his feet were silly patterned socks, with a pair of sandals which made it easier to take his pants off for diaper changes; a concession which was put to use some few times throughout his typical day at school.

As the final notes of the theme rang out, the pair turned to one another and embraced in a tight hug, each giggling and smiling at the other. They were genuinely excited to watch yet another episode. The other special ed students around them were engrossed in their own activities, and none of them seemed to like Barney even half as much as the pair did. They were super fans by all accounts.

However, just as they were about to settle in to watch their show, a distracting voice rang out from the doorway. "Mr. Bennett, I just need you for a second in the hall here."

"Mrs. Sparks, Just Avery is fine, you know. Or Avey if we're friends!" Mr. Avery Bennett replied with a chuckle as he rose from his desk. Shuffling toward the classroom door, he shot Timmy a look and continued until he was out of sight.

"Where... wuh... Misdurr A-averie go-ing?" Timmy asked slowly, swiveling his head to look at Max.

"Hunh- umm... Barney." Max replied. His eyes were glued to the TV screen, not paying one bit of attention to what was happening elsewhere.

What Max would concern himself with, however, was when Timmy tried to stand up and toddle away. Timmy was curious to see what the commotion with Mrs. Sparks was, and he had a mind to go find out.

A hand ensnared Timmy's right ankle as he attempted to toddle away. Max had his grip locked tight around his friend's leg and wasn't about to let him wander away. With a tug, he laid Timmy low and straddled himself over the now toppled boy.

"Barneyyyy!" Max complained. He didn't want his friend to miss any of the best show ever, and he was upset that Timmy didn't care to stay and watch.

Without anyone to stop him, Max bounced up and down on top of the helpless lad. Timmy could only bray in discomfort at the chubby weight of his pal on him, plus the stinky swollen diaper being pressed against him. In retaliation, Timmy grappled Max and tried to reverse their positions.

A few times he tried this, but Timmy just couldn't escape the herculean grip of his best friend. So, instead, he went with the next best plan he could think of. He wiggled and squirmed under the boy until his face was next to one of his hands and gave it a nice slobbery lick.

"Uhh-ewww.." Max reacted dully. He was ambivalent to the spit on his hand, in truth, but he'd heard others react in such a way before, and he was merely mirroring their reactions.

What Max did next, however, would be considered diabolical by most. To get back at Timmy, he leaned in and began licking all over his friend's face like an excited puppy. He moved from the corner of Timmy's mouth, to the bridge of his nose, to his forehead and cheeks. Max's tongue was slimy and disgusting, and he was using it to slather Timmy's face with spit. He couldn't help himself. He was in his element, and he was having a blast.

"Puh- ack- unghh-" Timmy exclaimed in disgust. He was now covered in saliva, and it was only getting worse as the seconds passed. He couldn't stand it anymore and began to wail loudly.

The next thing he knew, Max was being lifted off of him by Mr. Avery.

"I look away for one minute- Maxie, sitting on your buddies is a no-no." He reprimanded. "And pee-yew, you need a diaper change anyway, little stinker."

After wiping Timmy's face clean with a baby wipe, Mr. Avery shuttled Max over to the changing table and began his work. He was a professional in every sense, deftly cleaning and re-diapering the chubby boy in no time at all. Soon, Max and Timmy were reunited.

"Timmy, I just had a talk with Mrs. Sparks- You remember Mrs. Sparks, don't you? Your old English teacher? No?"

Timmy looked up at the man with dull eyes, not processing most of what was said. The tongue bath he was subjected to was still making his head spin.

"Aw that's ok, bud. Anyway- She came to tell me that you're officially out of the old system." He continued explaining to the stone wall. "That means you're gonna be in my class for the rest of high school. So let's all get along and try to have fun together, alright?"

"F-un? Uhnnnguhhh..." Timmy could only bray to himself mournfully at the announcement. He was systematically and officially retarded now. There was no going back to his old achievements or accolades. He was going to be stuck in special ed from now on.

"I can't believe they made me try to explain all this to him... He's clearly not capable of understanding anymore..." Mr. Avery muttered aside to himself before turning back to face the debased teen. "Poor little guy, just look at you. Too dull to understand me anymore, isn't that right, Timmy? No more silly chess club for you!" He added, in a babyish tone which was an octave higher than before, and with much more energy in his voice.

"Sil-ly huhuh..." Timmy giggled at the display, unaware that he was being mocked to his face.

Mr. Avery wasn't a cruel man by any means. He did his job to the letter, and ensured the safety and enrichment of his charges. He was also a firm believer, though, that the new preferred way of handling special needs students was a waste of time. 'Treat them with respect, dignity, equality, and discretion.' What a lot of nonsense. His students were the dregs of society, doomed to forever be dependent on the mercy of others for their very survival at the end of the day. They didn't need to be, or even want to be treated like 'normal people.'

"That's right, Timmy..." The man peered down. "Just have fun with Maxie. You don't have to worry about being a smarty-pants anymore."

They were retards. Plain and simple. And it was his personal mission to make sure that they were living the best lives they were capable of. If a student happened to be a diaper-wearing drool factory, then he would treat them as such, and not like some dignified honor student. His students would be babied and coddled and kept safe from the woes of the world. It was only what was fair.

And if he happened to make teasing or infantilizing remarks at his students, well, that was only because they wouldn't understand what he meant anyway. It was his way of relieving a little stress, and it wasn't like he'd ever do it in front of his colleagues. No harm, no foul as far as he was concerned.

"b... Bar-nee..." The boy's attention was grabbed by the TV again and he crawled back over to join Max in enjoyment of the infantile show. His teacher simply sighed and shook his head in amusement at his inability to understand the situation he was now in.

For the next several hours, the two boys watched their silly program and meanwhile found other simple activities to occupy their time. Soon, it was the end of the school day, and time to head home.

Before leaving, Timmy donned a pair of shorts from the lost and found bin which were slightly too large for him. Timmy waddled down the halls toward the cafeteria, pants sagging, and Mr. Avery was forced to step in and keep them from falling off of him several times. The passing students all knew what had happened to Timmy at the chess tournament, and were unsurprised when a bit of his diaper did manage to peek out from above his pants. Although many of them took pity on his current debased state and lamented his lost genius, there were those who thought the whole thing was just an act.

David, his former friend and intellectual rival, passed him and grimaced. Not only had Timmy humiliated him at the chess tournament by shitting himself during their game, He had also been shouldered with all the duties of chess club president until a permanent replacement could be found. Until then, he was stuck managing the club, plus keeping up with his advanced studies. To say that he resented Timmy would be an understatement.

"Lazy-ass freak." David hissed at him, and hurried past the flock of special ed kids to catch his bus.

Mr. Avery shook his head at the rude display, and simply herded his students toward the cafeteria where they would wait for their transport. To be so aggressive with Timmy was inappropriate. The boy couldn't help himself, after all. Not anymore.

Eventually, the normal students had all departed and soon the short buses were parked outside and waiting. The special ed students were shepherded into them, and Timmy and Max were seated beside each other for the ride home. The bus ride itself was a long affair. Nearly an hour until the last stop, where the two would be getting off. But until then, they entertained themselves with silly songs, holding hands, and looking at the passing scenery.

In the middle of a verse, Timmy felt an urgent need to potty. It was a common feeling for him, but due to his now diminished mental acuity, he was unable to do anything to keep himself from wetting his diaper. All he could do was squirm helplessly as the torrent of pee flooded his teen huggies. Once the stream subsided, though, Timmy went straight back to singing with his best friend, as if he were none the wiser.

Eventually, they arrived at their stop, and the two were the last of the students remaining on the bus. As Mr. Avery unbuckled their harnesses, he gave them each a quick press on their diaper fronts. The resulting squishes told him all he needed to know.

"Silly boys. You just can't keep your diapers clean for very long at all, can you?" Their teacher said, chuckling to himself.

He led the two off the bus, and across the street where Max's grandma was waiting for them. It was a Friday afternoon, which meant that Timmy would be spending the weekend at her house with Max.

"Now, there are my handsome boys!" Ms. Barnes called out upon noticing the party approaching. She wore a wrinkled smile and waved at the children, who had their arms stretched out in greeting.

"Hello there, Ms. Barnes." Mr. Avery cheerfully greeted her. "They could both use a change, but they were both very well behaved on the bus."

She smiled and held the teens, one on each arm, hugging them as tightly as she could. "Very good. You two deserve a treat for your good behavior, I think!"

Their faces lit up at the implication and they danced in place, eager to go inside and see what was in store for them. Mr. Avery waved goodbye and hopped back onto the bus, which then departed as the boys and Max's grandma walked together and entered her house.

Ms. Barnes lived alone as a widow of many years. She was Max's only family, and took care of him all by herself. Timmy had passed through the front door of her house many times before as Max's tutor; but now he was academically on equal footing with his companion, and they spent their weekends having fun together instead of doing schoolwork.

The entryway of the two-story home bespoke just how well-off financially the old woman was. A foyer decorated with art, greenery, and framed pictures of the family. And the splendiferous rug that stretched from the door to the stairway was a work of art in its own right. She kept the house clean and orderly.

"I-m, home!" Max announced to nobody in particular, throwing his hands up.

"That's right." She responded while patting his soggy bottom. "And now you have all weekend to play with Timmy here. But first, let's get you two out of those dirty diapers!"

They all made their way to Max's bedroom, where the changing supplies were kept. Timmy, were it not for his diminished mind, would have been shocked at the state of the room. He might have blushed and averted his eyes from the sheer infantile nature of the decor. He might have scoffed at learning that Max slept in a babyish crib overcrowded with plushies. But his actual reaction was much the opposite. Timmy, with his now dimmed wit, thought it was all wonderful.

Ms. Barnes hoisted her grandson onto the changing table, which was specially ordered for grown boys with special needs. As she worked on the first boy's diaper change, Timmy found some toys and plopped himself on the floor with a squish to wait his turn.

To say that the woman was doting would be an understatement. Once she got into the caretaker headspace, she was completely and unabashedly maternal. She fussed over her little guy, cooing and calling him 'sweetheart' and 'baby.' She even played peekaboo with his favorite barney plush to soothe him when he got squirmy. She was treating him like a baby, and Timmy would receive the same treatment himself. Each and every weekend thenceforth.

Once she had finished with Max, she released him with a pat on the bottom and a kiss on the head before turning her attention to Timmy. The boy raised his arms and reached out to the woman as she approached him, eager to be changed by her.

He smiled as he was lifted onto the changing table, but as soon as Timmy's back lay flat against the soft plastic cushioning, a jolt ran through his body and shook him to his core. His eyes grew wide and his limbs went stiff. His gaze lurched downward from the spinning mobile hanging above him to look at his body and his clothing. It was... wrong.

In that instant, the teen's awareness and intellect were returned to him fully, yet he was unable to articulate his thoughts through speech. Something in his brain wasn't working right. Tongue lolling out at each attempt to speak, his mouth refused to obey his wishes. His mind thrashed against its prison of retardation, struggling to cry out against the situation it found itself in, and to express the emotions that were now bubbling to the surface of his consciousness.

Ms. Barnes untaped and peeled away his diaper, revealing his fully erect penis and a hefty mess he'd just deposited not five minutes ago while waiting for his turn. The young boy was horrified, and his heart began to pound violently within his chest. His face flushed red with shame and embarrassment, and he brayed unintelligibly at Ms. Barnes. "Uhhnggggg! Wghhhuuuhhhhhh!"

The woman looked at him, startled, unsure of what he wanted. Her expression turned to concern as Timmy continued to mumble and moan, his voice growing louder and more desperate with each passing second.

"Oh, poor baby... Don't cry now, Timmy. You'll have a nice clean diaper soon." She cooed at him and tickled his thigh.

That wasn't even close to the first thing on Timmy's mind at that moment. He was back to his old self and he couldn't even tell anyone! Sure, being exposed in a poopy diaper with a raging hard-on was humiliating, but to be cognizant while being treated like a retard? That was surely enough to make anyone go mad.

"Mmmmnnnnn! Ggghaaaaahh!" He vocalized again in frustration.

Ms Barnes wiped his privates thoroughly, going over each spot multiple times just to be sure that he was clean. Each pass of the wet wipes over his privates caused him to shudder and twitch, and Timmy's face reddened further with humiliation and anger at the indignity of the situation. When the wiping finally stopped, Timmy's cock was still rock hard and throbbing, desperate for release. Timmy was on the edge of an explosive orgasm; a feeling he'd been denied since his descent into retardation.

She pulled his new thick diaper over his twitching penis and taped it in place tightly, sealing away his pleasure and leaving him wanting and needy. But as he was about to cry out again, he spied Max in the corner of his vision and turned his gaze toward the boy. His senses were transfixed and all he could think about was his companion in diapers. That no good... dum dum... silly... BEST FRIEND of his!

And just like that, Timmy was gone again. Back to his world of babbling and nonsense, where nothing mattered except for his best friend and his feelings for him, where everything was a joke and a game and a joyful romp for the two friends to share together. The magical effects of Max's presence had dragged Timmy down even further into the depths of debasement, causing him to become more and more retarded with each instance of contact with the boy.

The rest of the evening was filled with their laughter and playing. They wrestled and tickled each other, watched their favorite purple dinosaur show, and ate a dinner consisting of mac and cheese, chicken nuggets, and a chocolate cake for dessert (which they shared). It was a perfect night, and they were perfectly content. Certainly more content than when Timmy would agonize over whether Max was taking in his lessons during their old tutoring sessions.

Soon, though, it was time for bed. Timmy and Max were dressed in their footie pajamas over their night diapers, and Ms Barnes lifted them each into Max's crib before closing the locking top. It was like a cage, to describe it crudely, but it prevented the retarded teens from wandering at night and causing trouble.

The boys snuggled against one another under the blankets and clutched their favorite plushies close to their chests. Soft music filled the room, which caused them both to fall asleep nearly instantly.
***
Later, Timmy awoke to the sensation of himself filling his diaper with a muddy mess. The music had fallen silent, and the moonlight streaming in from the windows signified to Timmy that it wasn't time to get out of bed just yet. A diaper change would not be coming soon. He shifted himself to lie on his back in order to finish pooping himself more comfortably, but as he did so, Max roused from his sleep and took notice that Timmy was awake next to him.

Max rolled over and sat up on his knees and watched Timmy load his teen huggies. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and a spot of drool formed on his chest as he chuckled at the stinky display before him.

It was then that Max took notice of the tent forming in Timmy's diaper front. Max knew very little about grown-ups and their sexual habits, but he knew that whenever he got excited by something, especially when he watched Barney, his peepee would stand up just like Timmy's had. He knew that Timmy must have been excited by pooping his diaper.

He wanted to make Timmy feel good. They were best friends after all, and it was Max's responsibility to look after his friend. Especially since Timmy was much more retarded than he was now.

Smiling to himself, he leaned over and straddled his pal, pinning his arms down with his legs and sloppily kissing him on the general area around his mouth, if you could call it kissing at all. Timmy brayed in response to the sudden slobbery kisses, which made Max giggle and blow wet snot out of his nose onto Timmy's cheeks.

"D'uhh oh..." The blond boy babbled at the sudden mess, continuing to chuckle.

Like most retards, Max loved eating his own boogers. It was a plain and simple gross fact. He pondered as much as a retard could, before concluding that Timmy would love it too; and that doing so would make his excitement go through the roof. Max thought that he was a genius in that moment.

His finger ran along Timmy's cheek and scooped up a glob of thick, runny snot and deposited it into his perpetually open mouth. Timmy lapped at the salty treat, slobbering all over Max's hand, moaning, after which another glob from his other cheek was smeared on his wagging tongue. Max leaned in again and placed his snotty nose directly in his friend's mouth and blew more viscous bubbly boogers out, gripping the crib sheets tightly as he did so. Timmy loved sucking down the stream of yucky slime, and took great pleasure in licking Max's nostrils to get out every last bit.

The two boys writhed against each other, probing their tongues in their partner's mouth in a wet and disgusting kiss. The smell of Timmy's poopy diaper mixed with boogers and saliva created an aroma that was simply divine to the two young retards in question, and they were eager to continue exploring this delight as long as they could.

Dawn was breaking, and the trails of snot and spit between them glistened in the morning light. The boys were so absorbed in each other that neither noticed the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway to the bedroom door until it opened and Ms Barnes stepped inside, her eyes wide with surprise as she witnessed the spectacle she'd stumbled upon in her grandson's crib.

"Max, baby. You shouldn't sit on your friend... Especially not on his birthday." The elderly woman commented, trying her best to convey her concern to the inattentive retard.

The boy sat up straight and rolled off of his pinned buddy, clamoring to the side of the crib to greet his grandma and receive his morning diaper change. Timmy, on the other hand, remained lying on his back, taking in the sensation of Max's snot coating the inside of his mouth and ignoring the approaching woman, as well as the fact that it was apparently his birthday.

She unlocked the crib's top and lifted Max out first, then set him on the changing table. She made quick work of his soggy diaper, then turned her attention to Timmy after sending Max downstairs to the living room.

Timmy's diaper change was much more involved. The front of his diaper had nearly been penetrated by his penis, and the absorbent material had detached from the inside of the diaper and fallen back toward his bottom, leaving the outer plastic layer as the only thing holding back his erection. But Ms. Barnes was a seasoned caregiver, and she wasn't about to let a little retard's boner or a ruined diaper make her blush.

She administered the change as efficiently as she could, taking care to wipe the teen's bottom thoroughly. Once his new diaper was taped on, she wiped his face off and guided him to the living room to sit with Max while she prepared breakfast for everyone.

The house phone rang suddenly.

"Hello?" Ms. Barnes greeted the caller. It was Timmy's father. "Yes, I'll have them ready to go. That works splendidly. Mm hm, we'll see you there."

She set the phone down on the receiver, she set about her task of making breakfast.

Max had turned on the TV by himself and was basking in the presence of Barney the Dinosaur as Timmy crawled up beside him. The two leaned against each other and watched together, holding hands and singing along to their favorite songs. Soon, breakfast was served, and after they had finished eating, they enjoyed the remainder of the Barney video tape while the old woman sat across the room working on a quilt.

Another phone call.

"Hello?" This time, it was Mr. Avery. "Yes, the Chuck E. Cheese's beside the car dealership. Right. Not the one in Bridgeford, right. Thank you for coming with us, I'm sure the boys will be thrilled to see you. Mm hm, bye."

For the remainder of the morning, Ms. Barnes prepared the boys for the party, dressing them in matching outfits and making sure that they didn't look too disheveled. They'd be going out in public, after all. They each wore a button up shirt with a little bow tie, a sweater vest, and a pair of dress shorts which did very little to hide the obvious outline of their diapers underneath. Their shoes and white socks matched as well. They looked like nerds, to be frank, but it was an old-fashioned style that Max's grandma simply adored.

Once the preparations were complete, they were loaded into the van and buckled into their carseats for the ride to come. The sky was darkened with sudden cloud cover, and it began to rain as they pulled out of the driveway and onto the road. Timmy's diaper was already soaked before they reached the highway, and his penis, despite becoming erect, was held in check by the carseat's crotch strap.

It was going to be a long trip.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Timmy and Max!", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "12", "views": "1448" }