Ichigo's Morning

Ichigo yawned and sat up in his bed, rubbing a eye and trying to wake up. He'd been having a silly dream again where he'd been a super cool hero and stayed one forever..Instead of the truth that was his current life.
If the 27 year old had needed any reminder that his days of slaying hollows and being the savoir of the world were behind him the 
stench in the air from the massive diaper taped to his hips would of made it clear and he whined a little and reached for his stuffie and put it to his face.
It had once been the default body for Kon, but after Ichigo had repeatably planted his diapered butt on him and totally loaded his huggies (back when he had a degree of self control, which seemed like years ago now, instead of only a few months) Kon had checked out and now served a real reaper.
Still he got to keep the lion stuffie and sometimes Ichigo liked to pretend that Kon was still in there, or at least like right now, use him as a stink shield.
Pulling the stuffie back from his face Ichigo looked around his nursery, with it's baby blues and cartoon prints all over the place, and wondered if deep down if his darling wife turned mommy wasn't always preparing him for this, because at times it sure as hell felt like she preferred her husband to be a helpless big baby. 
Still, he had to admit that being stuck powerless and helpless would of been a whole lot worse without her (the thought of having to ask his dad or sisters to change him made him shudder) and the big baby sighed and called out so that the baby monitor would let mommy know he was awake. 
"Mommmy! Baby Ichigo made boom boom!" He called, blushing red.
It was the only way for him to let her know he was stinky that she seemed to understand, otherwise  he'd be forced to wait till she 'just' happened to noticed he was stewing in his own soft serve.

Orihime had been awake for half a hour, having gone and pumped out some breast milk for her little guy in case he wanted to crawl around and play instead of sitting in her lap and smiled as he called out for her. 
There was times she felt bad about taking Rangiku up on her offer to help make her husband a helpless baby but truthfully she had been getting sick of him always charging off to face the next big monster or bad guy. 
The same kido spell that left her widdle Ichigo a helpless big baby also gave her more then enough muscle power to lift him with zero effort and made her able to produce breast milk as needed (and with what a little piggy her widdle man could be, that was a good thing!)
Sadly the Kido spell couldn't do anything to block off the smell as she walked into the nursery she'd set up for her clueless husband and she made a little face and waved a hand. 
"Wooie! Smells like somebody made mommy a extra big and smelly present in his sleep!" she teased and waved a hand.
Sitting in his crib in his thick diaper which bugled under the black onsie Ichigo had worn to bed, he looked less like the kick ass spirit reaper that everyone had known him as and more like a big stinky toddler, who was pouting at his mommy.
"Couldn't help it." he whined and hugged his stuffed to chest with one hand while his free arm was used to pop a thumb in his mouth.
"Awww! Mommy knows that, she was just having fun. Come on sweetie, let's get you outta that poopie diapie and into a clean one, then you can have some num nums while mommy tells you about what we're gonna do today!" She gushed.
Ichigo nodded and using the crib railing pulled himself to his feet, toddling uneasily in the crib then held out his arms for Orihime to pick him up. She had of course gone with a crib that the side didn't come down on, so he couldn't try and sneak out of the crib while she was sleeping, and loved how cute he looked when reaching out to her to pick him up.
grabbing him under his arms and lifting him out with ease, Ichigo naturally got his legs around her waist as she set him on her hip, a hand under his bulging diaper butt and squishing the mess around as she carried him over to the changing table. 
The onise was the first thing to come off and it showed the formerly white diaper had been stained a dark dark brown and she giggled a little. 
"I bet Mr.stinky-pants is looking forward to a nice clean diapie, even if it won't last long huh?" she teased, and tickled his tummy.
Despite himself Ichigo giggled back and squirmed, kicking his legs a little.
"Mommy! hehehehe yeah yeah!" he coo'ed.
Untaping the diaper she was trying to be nice and not tease him anymore but laughed out loud as Ichigo whined and held his nose, making his voice sound super cute and funny when the big baby whined out one word.
"Stinky!"
"Heh, well you can't help it sweetie, and it's OK! Mommy loves you even if you are a big stinky baby." she coo'ed and planted a kiss on his forehead, then got down to the dirty deed.

With Ichigo in a fresh diaper and a pair of socks, he rode the mommy express out to the kitchen, nuzzling his head into her shoulder. 
she didn't bother to fully dress him for the day till after he ate anymore, after he kept getting oatmeal or whatever breakfast was all over himself. 
Strapped into his high chair as he had trouble staying in a normal chair now, he sucked on the bottle of mommy milk she'd let on the tray for him while waiting to see what he was having, kicking his legs back and forth. 
"Sooo since we're having a special day today, and I want you to be a good little boy, I decided to spoil you and made your favorite..chocolate chip pancakes!" Orihime said with a BIG smile on her face.
the pancakes had the chips melted in a way that they looked like smiley faces and Ichigo grinned around the nipple of his ba-ba and then started to cheer, forgetting to finish what was in his mouth and some milk dribbled down his chin. 
"hehe, and that's why you're in just your diapie." Mommy teased, using a cloth to wipe his chin. 
They'd given up on bib's with him as he just didn't like how they felt around his neck and had a tendency to stuff them down his diapers no matter HOW many times she'd spank his butt red over it.
Giving him a baby fork and knife, and pouring some syrup on the pancakes, Orihime sat down to watch him eat with a cup of coffee and a few pieces of toast for herself. 
It wasn't till he was half done with his second pancake (and with his cheeks full of it) he tried to ask her what was so special about today, but she just wiped his chin and scolded him to finish chewing and swallowing before trying to talk.
"So..what's so special about today mommy?" he asked, syrup coating his cheeks, chin, hands and chest. 
"well I noticed you've been a little bored just playing by yourself in the nursery or even in the living room. and those meanies down at the park teased you till you cried." Orihime started, and Ichigo winced.
The memory of the brats at the park was far from pleasant, and there were days when he still swore he could feel the sand they had poured down the back of his diapers or taste their farts from them sitting on his face. Honestly, those brats had gotten off lucky all mommy did was tan their behinds and send them to their parents!
"Sooo I went and contracted anther Mommy who has a baby like you and set up a little play date. I'm sure you two will be the best of friends in no time and no one will have to feel bad because your BOTH big babies." She finished and tapped a finger on Ichigo's nose. 
Ichigo for his part jaw dropped, There was OTHER big babies like him!? this was a thing where it was forced? Maybe him and whoever his new super bestest pal was gonna be would be able to figure out a way to be big kids again! or at least play soldiers or action heroes or-
a sudden thought hit him and Ichigo made a face 
"what's wrong?"
"Uh..Mommy? Is the other baby..a BOY? Not a icky girl?" Ichigo asked. 
Orihime got a amused look on her face.
"and what's wrong with girls?" she asked. "I'm a girl you know." 
"welll like..you're my wife..and mommy..so it's different..but dun wanna play wiff dolls or stupid stuff like that." Ichigo whined. 
"It's a boy. but I'll wait till they get here for you to see who. for now, I think somebody needs a bath." 
Helping the big baby out of his high chair, she noted he had soaked his diaper and so carried him on the 'mommy express' as he called riding her hip, to the bathroom for a tubby.