Matt and Adam

Chapter 2
II

When Dan opened his front door he was expecting a parts delivery waiting or his next client arriving early, maybe even a little and their chaperone selling Little Scout cookies (it was the time of year when card tables went up outside grocery stores and happily enthusiastic bigs dressed their littles up in those classic green vests to push cookies. Dan usually bought a couple of boxes once he’d gotten each little to sing a bit of the Scout anthem or repeat one of the simple rhymes they’d been taught about safety.) He’d been touching up the wiring on a prototype automatic swing in his workshop when the knock came.

The last thing Dan Crandall expected to find on his doorstep was two crying littles, naked and holding hands. The blonde one sucked his thumb and the brown-haired one held his peter and there were urine stains and poop marks running down both of their thighs. He didn’t recognize either of them as belonging to a neighbor or a client. For a moment he looked at the boys and the boys looked at him, each in mild shock of the other, before the brown haired one started to pee on Dan’s front porch and doorframe.

That broke the spell and without thinking Dan took the boy by the shoulders and spun him in place, so that his stream went into his bushes. The little, understandably startled, farted in surprise and began peeing into his own hand. Dan leaned down and took the little’s penis from him, halting the growth of the puddle of pee in which he stood.

"Where in the world did you two come from?"

Neither little responded. The boy peeing finished and turned around.

"Loss! Loss! Daddy go bye bye an’ we loss! Nee’ nummies an’ dipees!"

With that he solemnly sat down in his own puddle.

"Wee wee go in *dipees*."

***

All told he hadn’t had to sacrifice much to get the boys cleaned up and relatively settled. Matt (The peeing boy had volunteered his name on the way to the bathroom - "Me Ma’! Me Maa’! Me ma me ma me ma!") had kept trickling on the floors while the bath was running until Dan undid the buttons on his own shirt, stripped it off and turned it into a makeshift diaper. After a quick targeted scrub he rubbed the boys dry (apologizing for the brusque cleaning) and carried them naked to the guest room.

What Dan good-naturedly called ’the guest room’ was what the master room of the house had become: a photography studio. A white backdrop took up both of his arms’ length against one wall, a tidy pegboard and cabinet next to it held lighting equipment. A deep playpen sat catty-corner to the bathroom and a full-sized crib and changing table set effectively marked out the other zones of the room. Presenting a neat, orderly facade to clients was important in Dan’s line of work. His downstairs workshop was constantly a mess, projects on their way to being finished on every surface, but up here everything was spic and span, ready for littles and their owners. Dan was a catalog photographer for Little Things - a ’littles goods’ catalog that advertised fashion and products for any little owner with the cash to spare. Need cloth diapers and plastic pants for a dozen full time wearers, BIGGR TIGGR brand oversized stuffed animals, or a pink chastity belt emblazoned with PRINCESS and a bouquet of hearts? Little Things could get it to you. The company was great to work for, even if it wasn’t exactly what Dan wanted to for the rest of his life. In his spare time he *designed*. He made clever toys and secure furniture and once in a while he sold an invention to Little Things for some spare cash.

Dan plopped Matt and Adam into the playpen (Adam had looked down and blushed before admitting his name when Dan asked) and raced to get their diapering supplies ready before they had any more accidents. The two Level 6 Snuggies ("Newborn Thickness") and powder took no time but he had to reset the chest strap on the changing table. When Dan went to retrieve one of the boys he realized there was a new problem -they sported twin erections that didn’t seem to be going anywhere. With a sigh, Dan picked Adam up by the armpits and brought him to the changing table. He’d guessed the right size and could tell the wasteband of the Snuggie would sit a bit above Adam’s bellybutton, but before he could tape the boy up he had to deal with what was in front of him. He gently tightened the chest strap until it held Adam softly against the plastic covered pad of the changing table. Dan reached for a bottle of lotion and cracked it open and flipped the wipe box lid open.

"Adam, do you... do you know how to play with yourself? Have you ever done that before?"

"Nn... a ah." Adam spoke around the thumb in his mouth but Dan could tell by way he shook his head and wiggled his legs that he hadn’t. Oh well.

"Okay big guy, I want you to close your eyes and think happy thoughts. Uncle Dan’s gonna get you taken care of. Just relax."

As Dan spoke he laid his hand on the boy’s chest, then his tummy, then the finely-haired area directly above his penis. He gave the member a quick friendly squeeze, then splurted a healthy amount of lotion into one hand.

"Here we go, sport."

**

Adam finished quickly and Matt even quicker than that. He was surprised to find hair on both boys’ privates when he powdered and taped them up, put pushed it to the back of his mind as he set Matt down next to Adam in the playpen and handed him a small stuffed goldfish (well, small by his standards, by Matt’s scale it was the size of a watermelon). They stood side by side in nothing but diapers, hugging their stuffies and determinedly sucking their thumbs. It was adorable and it was photogenic and Dan had an idea that if he put them in front of a camera Matt would quickly prove himself a joyful exhibitionist while Adam would embody that ’cute, shy and embarrassed but still happy’ attitude the catalog looked for in models. Before Dan could say "Now to call the registry and see about your owners" like he had planned the doorbell rang and he realized his 2 two o’clock appointment was, in fact, early.

He looked down into the pen. "Oh, darn it. Uncle Dan has to go meet an adult and then he’ll be right back. Are you hungry? Would you like a bottle?"

Both boys nodded.

"You fellas stay right there then. I’ll be as quick as I can."

Matt and Adam looked at each other for several long moments, waddling in place to get the feel of their diapers. Adam stopped and soon a pale spot grew in the crotch of his, making some of the designs wave and run. He smiled and took a step toward Matt.

Together they dropped the stuffed animals and threw their arms around each other, locked lips and ground their diapers against one another. Adam broke the kiss.

"I need you to fuck me - I need something in my ass right now."

Matt grinned, stepped back and pushed Adam over into an absolutely enormous soft plushy tiger. He straddled his boyfriend and laid his hands on Adam’s chest.

"No can do, baby Adam! Little babies don’t give each other special huggies! Little babies make stickies in their dipees, isn’t that right? Little babies do *everything* in their dipees."

Grinning and laughing, Matt laid down alongside Adam and the two men went back to kissing and humping.