A green family van backs into the dirt parking lot, the driver seat door pops open as Gruff steps at, unlocking the back door and stepping aside as 7 year old Sox jumps out, wearing a green t-shirt and black sweatshorts witht he rim of a pink diaper peeking out.

Gruff walks to the back of the van and pops the trunk, removing a towel and basket before Sox takes his hand, the two walking into the forested park, bewteen the trees and through the gate they marvel at the baeuty of the nature around them, the walk along the brook of a creek and aventually find a semi-private outcropping, Gruff rolling out the towel onto the ground and setting the basket in the center, Sox immedietly drops to his knees and begins rummaging through the snackbox, pulling out bread, lunchmeat, cheese, and drinks; it's practically empty by the time Gruff can even sit down.

Sox begins working on his sandwich, white bread, turkey, pepperjack cheese, and tomatos, taking the first bite as he grins, letting out a subtle 'Mmm' as he swallows his first bite, leaning against his daddy's shoulder.    
The sandwich is nearly half-gone, Sox clicks his mouth in thirst, he grabs a plastic bottle of milk from the basket, which he is lactose intolerant of.

His daddy watches as he twists the lid "Hold on, boy, you forgot the main ingredient" Gruff says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a packet of pills, pooping on out.
"Oh yeah, the potty pills!" Sox exclames in excitement, daddy gives these to him whenever he can't poop; Gruff drops one into the milk, it dissipates into the liquid "Of course, sit on my lap" and Sox does as he's told, he sits on daddy's lap with a grin, leaning against his chest and feeling his body heat as the cool wind blows over their faces, Sox begins to sip the milk down, gulping it all without even taking a breathe, his tongue laps as he drops the empty bottle back into the basket.

Sox holds his daddy's hand with his left, while still eating with his right, his belly begins to rumble as Sox squirms, leaning to the side and releasing a loud wet fart, both he and Gruff laughing at the sound of it.
"Smells like the medicines working" daddy says, Sox smiles and nods while attempting to hide a face of straining, he sighs and grunts as the butt of his diaper expands, the smell of rotten eggs eminates from him as his diapee is filled with soft, mushy shit, Sox releases a sigh of content as he sits down on Gruff's lap, the mess squishing beneath his weight.

Gruff grabs Sox by the shoulders, lifting and spinning him so that they are facing eachother, Sox straddles his father in a reverse cowboy position, grinding his diaper against Gruff's pelvis, the stinky mess squelching with every movement as Sox hugs his father tightly around the neck, locked in a passionate kiss with his Daddy, like lovers.