# Pops' Daycare

Pops diaper checked himself. Not messy but it was the beginning of the day. Plenty of time to change that. The gray and black panther was dressed as he usually was. With his dad shorts and his papa hat. His sniffed his pits, and confirmed they smelled of baby powder. Perfect. The daycare could open.

Apparently, it was odd to made a daycare for adults. He never understood that. There were so many stressed out adults out there that needed to be put in diapers and cared for. Pops did his best to make those stresses go away for as long as the cub needs.

As the anthropomorphic manifestation of diaper related desires that he was, maybe it was cheating a bit to create his temples of worship himself. If it was in his power, why not? It helped him receive the mental energy to continue his influence over the material world (Oh boy that sure was a thought. Hey kiddo, yes you reading. I don't like calling myself a minor god but you can if you want. Just as long as you like wetting and messing those diapers, it warms Pops' heart. It's big cub thoughts to fit that love into the cycle of energies that gives me the strength to make sure other good cubs find that love. Don't worry about it kiddo.).

Other versions of him were helping other cubs arriving, but this version of him was here just for one cub. Myst, a big boy of almost 28! He was always stressed and busy with work. Too many thoughts in his noggin. A too common problem. The purple otter looked exhausted with bags under his eyes. He threw himself into a big hug with Pops as soon as he walked in the door. Pops hugged them back, squeezing him tightly into his belly.

"It's been such a long week." Myst said. His backpack bothered him and he was overthinking ending the hug early just to put his backpack down. Pops made that though disappear, and he went back to hugging the belly tightly. "There's this new project and I just want to work on it but there is meetings, and planning and problems. Then fires came up so I was pulled between that and starting this new stuff. But then stuff got done wrong and I had to go back and re-"

"Shhhh. Puppy." Pops said putting a finger to the otter's muzzle. It stopped him and the otter's eyes went wide as he locked eyes with pops. His maw opened and he let the finger into his mouth and started sucking on it. "Lets do something about that big ol head of yours" Pops added.

Getting Myst out of those silly big boy cloths was always the first step. They liked being naked but always acted a bit embarrassed about it. The tiny shivers as pops helped him put his bag in a cubby, the little reluctant sound as he raised his hands for pops to take off his shirt, the little blush as he looked away when his undies dropped. The naked pup ran ahead to the changing room, his tail swinging so he could think about what diaper he wanted today.

They made a show of thinking hard, but picked the ones they almost always picked. The space ones. The purple otter took one and admired the design on it. All the stars and planets that take a really strong soaking to disappear.  

"Only the best for my little champion." Pops said, ruffling the otter's head fur before picking him up and setting his butt  down on the changing table. "Those stars don't stand a chance, do they?"

Myst shrugged and giggled. That nervousness was still there, he was thinking through his actions even if he was his willing little cutie.  

Pops intertwined his paws and gave them a good few cracks.  He grunted, satisfied, stroked the fur of the otter.  Leaning him back and changing him.  Lots of baby powder, lots of tickles.  He worked quickly and padded the otter tightly.  If he didn't, his peen would be harder to get that nice fit over.  But once he was, Pops had no problem rubbing and petting the otter all over.  

Myst wiggled, he especially loved belly rubs and moaned and cooed as Pops got him ready.  A look of frustration washed over him.  A shiver and a shaking of his head.  "I'm uh..." He said slowly.  His nose scrunched. "I got in my head again.  Could you?"  

Pops chuckled a bit.  "That's ok pup, Pops knows." He said, taking a paw and putting it flat on the otter's chest.  He put the other behind Myst's head.  They looked at each other deeply.  "Let's find all those thoughts.  Bundle them all up."

The otter closed his eyes and focused.  Pops felt the thoughts bundle, and helped them along.  They were all in his head, buzzing around and they worked together to collect them into a big buzzy ball of noise.

"Down they go," Pops said.  He pulled the ball down.  The paw on the otter's chest slid down and went all the way down.  They went from his head to his bladder and his bowels.  As his paw hovered over, he felt the thoughts just waiting to leave. "Now, pup, give me a big push in 3, 2, 1."

There was a snap, a moment, a focus when the movement of the ideas became real.  Poking out at first, the warm soft mush pushed against the bottom of the white stary surface of the otter's padding.  With it, all those big cub thoughts pushed too.  Pops' paw rubbed the front part, where a warm yellowing started to spread.  Anything he didn't need today came out then and filled his diaper.  

Slowly, Myst opened his eyes.  They looked glossy and less focused now.  Any thoughts there were foggy and would be for some time.  None of the big cub thoughts today.  Even if he couldn't understand, Pops complemented him for being so good. "Such a good pup.  My champion.  Oh, so soggy." In response, they vaguely smiled and drooled a bit.  He still liked having his diaper rubbed, and that's what he got.  

It was nice and messy, but it could handle it, he wouldn't need to be changed for a bit.  Pops checked himself too.  His was mostly fine.  He might have gotten a bit excited, but a bit of a mess on himself felt more natural.  

Sitting him up rolled that mess around.  Picking him up, the otter latched on.  He latched and sucked on his nipple on instinct for a bit.  It kept him occupied at least until he was put back down in the main room again.  

The other cubs he was handling today were there.  Some were like Myst and needed some help clearing out the big thoughts, but not all of them.  All of them were diapered and the whole room smelled delightful.  

Myst crawled over, stumbling once but getting back up, over to some crayons and a coloring book.  He quickly got into a grove where he ignored the lines and just filled in whatever big color splotches he wanted to.  With or without his thoughts, Myst was well behaved.  He wasn't drawing on the walls like some of his cubs did (Mocha especially).  

They just happily colored for a while.  It absorbed Myst so much, he didn't seem to react when the seat of his diaper expanded again.  The few stars that remained faded out completely as the otter's pee finally saturated the material.  He needed a change.

Pops went to pick up the purple otter.  They were busy trying to rip a page from the book, but it wasn't coming loose.  

"Let's get you changed, and we can take your book too." Pops said.  He picked the otter up in one arm, and grabbed the coloring book with the other.  Once down on the changing table, he passed the book back and the otter immediately went back to trying to rip the page. Pops helped, and together they ripped it out.  Myst showed it off and pushed it into Pops' paws.

He didn't get a good look at it before.  The page had a simple stick figure drawing in one of the corners.  He had gotten good at figuring out what the pictures were supposed to be.  A gray blobby figure was sitting with a purple and yellow stick figure on them.  "Aww, what a great drawing pup! It's you all curled up on my lap. That's going on the wall, but first, you need a change.  What a champion for filling up that diaper so quick.  Another one of the space?" He said mostly to himself.  HIs words were just noises to the otter, but the emotions would get through.  That's the important part.  

Pleased and tired, Myst yawned and fell asleep as Pops changed him.  He looked so peaceful, unstressed and unburdened without his big boy thoughts.  That's why he came here, and Pops was happy to help.