Picnic

Chapter 2
Picnic, a snooze, and a surprise.

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Chapter Description: Tommy has some food, and a nice nap, followed by more exploring.

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Daddy grabs the change bag, pulling out my changing mat and laying it out on the picnic blanket.

"Shorts off little man" he says with his back to me. I undo the buttons of the soaked shorts. I must of really gone again whilst watching the otters, I just didn’t remember at all. Oh well, I guess that’s why Daddy keeps me in nappies. The shorts drop down and I quickly step out of them, keeping my trainers on. Daddy turns round and looks at me.

"My, my, my look at you little man, you’re absolutely soaked!" I go bright red and look at my shoes, or I would do if my swollen nappy wasn’t in the way.

"Aww, nothing to be embarrassed about Tommy" Daddy giggles and ruffles my hair. He kneels and pats the mat.

"Come sit down and we’ll get you iy.o a fresh nappy." I do so, squishing as I sit then lay back. Daddy quickly untapes the nappy, opening it up. I squirm as the fresh air hits my privates and even more so when he uses the cold wet wipes, making sure to clean up my legs as well. Daddy takes my ankles and pushes them back rolling my bum out of the way, and pulls out the sodden nappy. He let’s go of my ankles and goes rooting around in the change bag. I just lay there, once again staring up through the leaves of the big old oak tree to the bright blue sky. I’m only a little embarrassed about being so exposed, I’d be quite a sight if anyone was to stumble upon us. Daddy has pulled out a fresh nappy with two stuffers, but is still looking in the bag.

"What you looking for Daddy?" I ask.

"Hmmm it’s just... I could of sworn I packed more than one change for you." He replies looking confused.

"Is OK" I declare "I won’t need more than one!"

"Sure, and I’m the king of Sweden!" He says.

"Are you... your majesty?" I giggle loudly. Daddy laughs and pounces me, starting a tickle attack! He takes me by complete surprise. I squeal and roll about under him as he goes for all my weak spots switching each time I try to block him, under my arms, between my thighs, even the back of my knees.

"Nn n nooo heheeehee noo stop hahahaha daaddy stop!" But he won’t stop!

"Please please no no more!" Every time I manage to catch one of his hands his other comes and tickles more!

"No no hehheheeee" I kick and squirm. Laughing and gasping for air as he finally lets up! Daddy grins and looks down at me.

"Daddy! That was meeeaaan!" I pretend grump.

"Oh I don’t know, you seemed to like it!" He replies and gives me a kiss on the forehead. Daddy then takes the thick fresh crinklz and unfolds it. I blush a little more as I realise I’ve been rolling about half naked.

"Bum up again" Daddy orders, then slides the nappy under me, quickly adding the standard two stuffers he makes me wear.

"OK, down again" he says. He then adds a generous gloop of nappy rash cream, rubbing it in all around my nappy area. I go super blushy as my willy gets pointy at this treatment and try to hide it.

"No little man, hands away" Daddy says gently. He ignores my pointyness, puffing baby powder over the area before taping me up nice and snug. I sit up with a crinkle. The fresh nappy feeling so good after the soppy sogginess. Daddy smiles and pulls me into his arms for a big post change hug. I snuggle in tight, happy, crinkly, and for once dry.

"Love you Daddy" I say softly into his chest, almost as if I’m embarrassed to say it.

"I know little one" he says holding me tightly "I love you too." He strokes my hair and rocks me gently. I can’t help it and close my eyes, feeling so warm and fuzzy. I make a silly little meep noise out of sheer happiness.

"What was that!" Daddy says with a chuckle.

"Nothing" I answer, blushing again.

"Maybe I’m hearing thingng things because I’m so hungry" he says. "Come on, let’s eat!"

I feel my tummy grumble at the mention of food and quickly sit up on my poofy butt. I cross my legs and grab Bastian for cuddles as Daddy sorts out the picnic.

Daddy passes me a cold Capri sun, which I try to open, struggling to get the straw through the foil and in the hole. In my frustration I squeeze the pouch, and finally getting the straw in, spray half of it in my face and down my t shirt. I hear Daddy laughing as the sticky orange juice runs down my face. I look up, getting a little upset over him laughing at my misfortune.

"Awww look at you, you silly billy" he says putting down the plate of food he was making up for me.

"Notta billy!" I say in a huff.

"Oh I’m sorry little man, I didn’t mean to upset you" he says coming over, concern in his eyes.

"Let’s get that t shirt off and you cleaned up, before it gets too sticky" I let him pull the wet shirt over my head, not stopping him but not really helping either. He grabs the pack of baby wipes left out from my change, and starts wiping my smooth chest and tummy, and getting any spots on my arms. With a fresh wipe he goes for my face which I turn away every time he tries to clean it.

"Stop fussing." I ignore him, moving my head avoid the wipe.

"I said stop fussing" he repeats. I move my head at random.

"Thomas." He says the sound of a warning colouring his voice. Uh oh, I stop and look at him.

"I said stop fussing little man. You remember the rule?" I nod.

"Say it boo."

"Do what Daddy says." I say in a meek voice. The only rule, the only one we really need.

"Good boy, now let me clean you up" I let him wipe my face, actually enjoying the refreshing feeling.

"Thankies Daddy" I mumble, feeling better now that I’m cleaned up. He smiles when I say it and gives me another kiss, and then sticks my cap back on.

"See, it’s better to be a good boy. Now then, some food" he says handing me a plastic plate containing a couple of cheese and ham sandwiches, a big flaky sausage roll, a slice of quiche, and an open packet of prawn cocktail crisps.

"You think you can feed yourself little man?"

"Yes!" I say, demonstrating by biting into the sausage roll, half the pastry flaking off and going over me. "See I can do it!" My mouth half full as I speak. Daddy shakes his head with a grin.

"Ok, have at it little man" Daddy then helps himself to the food, whilst I munch away, my grump forgotten. By luck I don’t make too much of a mess, and finish the rest of my Capri sun without spilling it everywhere.

“How about you clean yourself up since you’re such a big boy?” Daddy says, taking my plate and handing me some wet wipes. I do, quickly wiping up the bits of crumbs that have fallen on me, and even wiping my own face.

“Done!” I say, beaming at how big and helpful I’m being.

“Good job little man”

“Nuh little! I’m a big boy” I say pointing at myself. Daddy giggles again.

“Sure you are, you look like the biggest, manliest boy ever” He says.

I look down at myself, and see that I’m wearing nothing but the big thick printed nappy, a baseball cap, and my trainers. How could I forget? I then realise that I’ve been sat here for quite some time like this. I start to panic and blush, looking around.

“Don’t worry little man, no one’s seen you. Besides you look super cute, and cuddly”

This makes me even more blushy and I hide behind Bastian.

"I know what you should do" he says, shifting over next to me.

"What Daddy?" I ask.

"You should have a nice little nap, right here" he says.

"But I wanna go exploring!" I whine.

"Dressed like that?" He points out. I pout, and am about to start arguing when he cuts me off.

"You’re getting grumpy again, little man. A nice bit of quiet time in the shade will help you feel better" he says. "Rest your head in my lap and I’ll make sure no one comes."

Still pouting, and pretending I’m not a fan of the idea I lay out on the soft blanket, using Daddy as a pillow. He strokes my head as I snuggle into my teddy.

Quiet. Now that we have both stopped. The buzz of insects in the lazy summer air, the smell of the flowers, fresh grass and trees. Daddy starts humming a soft lullaby. I can’t help but relax, and close my eyes. Feeling completely safe I drift off. The last thing I remember is wetting, everything getting a bit warmer down there before I slip into sleep.

I slowly drift awake, opening my eyes and looking around. I’m still using Daddy as a pillow, he’s llaid out and snoring gently. My tummy gives a little rumble. The need to go potty makes itself know, but it isn’t urgent. I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep, the sun has moved and there shadows have gotten longer. But it’s still warm and bright, the feel of midafternoon. I sit up and find the bottle of water Daddy gave me earlier. It’s warm after being left out, but I don’t mind. I quickly finish it off.

I give Daddy a poke. He grumbles but doesn’t wake. I want to go back to the stream and see the otters again.

"Daaddy" I say quietly whilst poking him again. He snorts and opens his eyes.

"Wha- what?" He mumbles, looking up at me.

"I wanna go and try and find the otters Daddy" I say.

"Hey you can go little man" he says sleepily "I’ll be here." He closes his eyes and is soon breathing heavily again.

"OK Daddy!" I say smiling and getting up. Daddy obviously thinks I’m big enough to look after myself. I grab Bastian and walk off towards the river. I try to ignore the fact that my current outfit is a damp nappy, trainers, and my hat.

As I reach the stream I try to walk stealthily, creeping towards the bank. The effect is somewhat ruined by the crinkle of my nappy. I reach the place I saw the otters before and squat down to wait. I see all sorts of wildlife around the stream whilst waiting. There’s a kingfisher on a low branch just where the river enters the forest. It darts down into the water and comes up with a fish struggling in it’s mouth. I watch as it lands on the same branch and swallows it whole. It’s bright blue and orange body seems out of place in this green field. I look back in front of me, and suddenly one of the otters pokes it’s head up out of the water, glancing around before seeing me. I stay absolutely still, clutching Bastian. It’s the bigger of the two I saw. It watches me for any reaction, then dives back under the water. I sigh, hoping they’d stick around for longer. Just as I’m about to get up the otter reappears, quickly followed by two more smaller ones! I try to stay still again, but I’m super excited! They must be pups, which means the big one must be their mummy! The pups scramble up the opposite bank, getting a good spot so they can watch their mother hunting. I also watch, seeing her dive under. The water is so clear that it is easy to watch as she darts after fish. She catches one, and quickly drags it out of the water up to her pups. The fish is still flapping about as she drops it in front of them. They make a game of trying to get the fish, squabbling and play fighting over it, before sharing and eating it.

As I crouch there watching the family of otters feed and play the urge to go number 2 comes again. My position isn’t helping matters.

“Should I go?” I whisper to Bastian. His general body language and look seems to me to say yes, and everyone knows teddy bears give the best advice. I shift about a little and with a little push, and a grunt, fill the seat of my nappy. I can hear my nappy crinkle as it bulges from the big poo. I flood at the same time, making the nappy swell even more. One of the pups on the bank looks up at the sound. I can’t help but go red, made to blush by an otter pup! I let everything settle down and keep my position. The animals go back to rolling about on the bank, and jumping in the water.

After some time watching, I feel someone touch my shoulder. I look round and see Daddy smiling, putting a finger to his lips and slowly sitting down next to me. I grin back and point at the otters silently. Daddy nods, he then leans back and pulls at a leg band checking my nappy. He shakes his head still with a smile on his face and pats the ground next to him. I sit down slowly, trying not to make too much of a face as I sit in my mess. It spreads up the front and back, I wiggle my butt a little in it and try not to giggle. When I’m comfy I lean into Daddy who puts his arm around me. We sit on the bank for a long time, cuddling and watching the antics of Mother Nature. No talking, no moving, just being with each other.

As the day draws on Daddy gets up.

“Come on little man” he says “I think it’s time we head home”

“I wanna stay Daddy” I say, but getting up all the same, the seat of my nappy sticking to my bum.

“It’s getting a little late. Besides someone needs a change and I’m fresh out of nappies”

“Dun need a change” I say, following him back to our picnic spot.

“I can smell you from here” He argues, glancing over his shoulder. “Soon you’ll be all grumpy because you’ll have a sore bum!” I pout a little but can’t really argue too much. Another clean nappy does seem like a good idea.

“Come help Daddy tidy up like a good boy, and we’ll head back to the car. I have an emergency nappy there, and maybe a spare t-shirt.”

I help out as best I can, keeping Bastian hooked under my arm, passing Daddy bits of rubbish one at a time. When we’re done he helps me put the change bag on my back.

“Daddy….”

“Yes boo?” He looks at me whilst gathering up the picnic blanket.

“I… I can’t go to the car like this” I say blushing.

“Oh, I’m sorry little man, I don’t have anything for you to wear” he says, “Your t-shirt is super sticky, and your shorts smell of pee” I can’t help thinking that my nappy currently smells a lot worse.

“But what if people see”

“I’m sure they’ll see a cute little man who’s had a bit of an accident, that’s all” He comes up and gives me a big hug.

“Don’t worry, it’s only until we get to the car.” I cuddle in, my heart beating a little faster at what I’m about to do. I only hope that the walk back is as quiet as it has been on the way here. Daddy breaks the hug and grabs the basket and blanket.

“Come on then” he says walking away. I walk quickly to catch up with him, and instead of running off I stay as close as possible. I know the walk back will take a while and just try to get used to the idea that I might be spotted in such a state. I keep having to stop and pull my nappy back up, the sog and mess dragging it down a little. Daddy looks round the third time I do this. Then comes over.

“Here, let me help” He says, kneeling down. I keep my arms out the way as he pulls the nappy up again, and then one at a time, retapes it so it’s more snug around my hips and belly.

“There we go” He says with a smile and pats my bum.

“Don’t squish it more Daddy!” I say, it’s bad enough walking about in such a messy nappy, let alone having the mess squished about. It does feel better however, more secure.

“Ok ok, sorry little man. Lets go, the quicker we get there the better!” He says ruffling my hair then walking off. I follow again, feeling a lot happier now I know my nappy won’t fall off so easy. I even skip a little.

We are getting near to the Car park, and just as I’m thinking we’re safe another man walks round the corner, with a big German Shepard on a lead. Fear grips me and I try to hide behind Daddy, putting him between me and the man. As we approach each other I get redder and redder, gripping teddy tighter. What if he says anything? What if he does something? What will Daddy do if he swears at us? I look up at Daddy and see him smiling, then waving at the man. What is he doing?!?! Drawing attention to us! I try to make myself as small and as invisible as possible.

“Hello Glenn!” I hear Daddy call out.

“Oh, hello Chris” The man replies “and hello Tommy” I look around Daddy and see him smiling at me. Recognition dawns in my panic stricken mind. It’s another Daddy, who’s little I have had lots of playdates and sleepovers with.

“Hi” I mumble quietly, still not really wanting to be seen like this.

The dog comes up to me and sniffs.

“Buster!” I say, give the dog lots of attention and strokes. He loves the attention and I crouch down giggling.

“You guys look like you’ve been having fun” Glenn says, watching me. I look up.

“We had a picnic and saw otters and I got to watch the otterpups play and Daddy fell asleep”

“He also leaked all over his shorts, and spilt juice down his only t-shirt” Daddy adds reproachfully.

“So I see. Messy to boot” Glenn say, “but I know little ones can’t help it”

I blush hard, not replying, just focusing on Buster. I leave the grown ups to chatting about boring stuff whilst the dog tries his best to lick me to death.

“Well I best get the little man cleaned up” I hear Daddy say. I give Buster one last stroke and stand up.

“He certainly needs it” Glenn says, agreeing with Daddy. “I’ll let you get off. Bye bye Tommy” He says.

“Bye bye” I reply waving back with a smile. Me and Daddy walk back to the Car park as Glenn heads down the path.

As we get to the car park I’m glad to see there is only one other car parked up. I run to our car and wait by the backdoor. Daddy makes his way over, and opens the boot, dumping all our stuff in there and pulling out another, small bag.

“Glad I remembered this” He says indicating the Emergency puddle pack. He opens the back door and lays my change mat on the seat. I know the drill and quickly get in. I’m chaffing quite badly and want out of this stinky nappy. Daddy undoes the tapes and pulls open the front.

“Wooo, someone has smooshed this about a lot!” He exclaims.

“You did some of it!” I say. Daddy laughs a little. He spends a long time cleaning me up, going through a lot of wet wipes. I have to lift my bum and stay like that whilst he gets all the mess. Finally clean, he bundles up the messy nappy and takes it to the trash. I lay on the back seat waiting for him to get back. Happy to be clean. Daddy comes back and gets out the emergency nappy, an Abena M4. He quickly gets it on me, but not before adding some more rash cream and powder to my bum. I get out the car and smile.

“Is that better little man?” Daddy asks

“Yes Daddy” I nod, patting my own bum. A fresh nappy after that mess is heaven. I wait by the car whilst Daddy finishes packing everything away.

“Right, in you get.” He says. I climb back in, sitting with Bastian in my lap. Again I know what is expected and lift my arms and help Daddy strap me in. Just before he closes the door he reaches into the cup holder and grabs my dummy, putting it in my mouth. I smile and suckle happily. Daddy kisses me on the forehead then climbs into the driver’s seat, and after making sure everything is ready starts the engine and sets off. Tuckered out by the fun of the day and safely in the car, I snuggle into my teddy, quietly watching the countryside go by as Daddy drives us home.

 

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