A brand new day begins and a particular puppy is seen snoozing in his bed, sporting a brown coat of fur along with a cream colored set of paws.


“Mmm….” Maxwell cracks a satisfied smile while he remains in the warmth and coziness of his red blanket and his blue pair of pajamas, appreciative of their combined comfort.


Once the sun’s invigorating rays shine through his bedroom window, Maxwell snaps out of his slumber and opens his eyes, a playful energy now coursing through his body. The toddler then hops out of bed and gives his tail a waggle, though there’s something else he decides to do before heading downstairs. 


WOOOOOSH!!!


Maxwell takes off his pajama bottoms and tosses them aside, leaving the toddler in nothing but a blue pajama top and a thick diaper taped around his waist. Although a lot of youngsters got ample enjoyment out of being in diapers, one would be hard pressed to find a diaper-clad child as enthusiastic as Maxwell, someone who took every possible opportunity to appreciate his padded posterior. 


“Hehehe!” the little puppy giggles and looks down at the diaper between his legs, enthralled by each and every design element whether they be the blue tapes keeping the diaper snug and secure, the black paw prints scattered around the pure white padding, or the blue ruffles on both of the leg holes. 


CRINKLE! CRINKLE! CRINKLE!


Of course, the design elements were far from the only thing Maxwell liked about his diapers, as the way they crinkled and rustled was equally as enjoyable, producing sounds that were both silly and satisfying to the playful puppy. 


“Hehehe!” the toddler keeps giggling and laughing while he waddles out of his room, his poofy padding continuing to crinkle with each step he takes.


As Maxwell toddles down the stairs, he spots his parents being occupied by their joint effort at making some breakfast, with his golden-furred mother flipping pancakes on a metal pan while his gray-furred father cleans up some kitchen supplies with a washcloth. The padded puppy then stops on the third to last step and cracks a silly smile, wanting to get his parent’s attention in the most playful way possible.


“Mommy! Daddy! Watch dis!” the diapered doggy abruptly announces before jumping off the steps.


CRINKLE!! POOOOOMF!!!


Maxwell gleefully giggles as he lands on his padded rump with a loud crinkle and a burst of baby powder, the soft and cushiony nature of his crinkly garment absorbing all of the impact of the landing; such softness was yet another reason why he liked his diapers so much, as in addition to comforting his bottom and waist like a fluffy pillow, they allowed him to engage in all kinds of silly antics without getting himself hurt.


“Hm?” Melanie momentarily ceases her cooking and turns around in response to the sudden sound. “Oh! Good morning, Maxwell!” says the mother dog, staring at her son with a warm and welcoming smile. 


“Heh, hello to you too, kiddo!” Marcus says with a chuckle, amused by the toddler’s silly salutation. 


Maxwell smiles back and continues to sit on his padded posterior, though he quickly stands back up and rushes to the kitchen as his nostrils are filled with a pleasant aroma.


“Ooooh! What’s fow bweakfast? What’s fow bweakfast?” Maxwell asks as he tugs at his mother’s shirt, extremely eager to know what she’s cooking up.


“We’re making pancakes, sweetie!” Melanie responds.


“Oooooh! Yummy! Yummy!” says the toddler with a waggle of his tail, excited at the prospect of warm and fluffy pancakes.


“They sure do sound yummy, but you gotta let your mother finish making them, bud!” Marcus says to him. “Go ahead and play while we get your breakfast ready.”


Maxwell nods his head and toddles to the living room, happy to pass the time with some playtime. 


CRINKLE! CRINKLE!


The toddler starts by doing somersaults around the living room, giggling every time he lands on his padded rump; such somersaults allowed Maxwell to capitalize on both the cushiony and the crinkly aspects of his diapers, providing lots of fun for the little puppy. 


“Hehehe!” Maxwell then stands back up and climbs onto the couch, finding yet another way to play around in his pampers. 


The toddler giggles and laughs as he bends his knees and lightly bounces on the couch, preparing to perform a big jump as he sinks his feet into the soft surface.


“Weeeeeee!”


POOOOOMF!!


Maxwell does a big jump before landing back on his bottom, bursting into laughter as he lands with another loud crinkle and a burst of powder. Despite the simplicity of such an act, he remains extremely immersed in his silly antics, taking full advantage of the satisfying softness of the cushiony couch and his crinkly garment. The diaper-clad child continues to jump on the couch and plop onto his padded rump, only putting this playtime on pause once his parents tell him it’s time for breakfast.


“Oh, Maxwell! Your breakfast is ready!” Melanie says as she places a bowl of cereal and a plate of pancakes cut into bite sized pieces on the table, along with a plastic fork and spoon.


“Oooooh, okay!” Maxwell responds.


He then hops off the couch and waddles his way to the kitchen, more than eager to have something to eat. However, before breakfast can begin, the toddler stops in his tracks and feels a certain twinge in his bladder, a familiar feeling that needs to be addressed. 


“Hm? You okay, sweetie?” Melanie asks, wondering why he suddenly came to a halt.


As if to answer that question, Maxwell lifts up his left leg and a silly smile forms on his  face, indicating that the toddler is “marking his territory”.


PSSSSSSSSSSH!!!


While there were many things Maxwell enjoyed about being in diapers, it was when he used them for their primary purpose that he enjoyed them most, always willing to answer nature’s call for several reasons. Firstly, that initial release of pressure, be it from his bladder of bowels, provided Maxwell with a relaxing wave of relief, like a weight being lifted off his shoulders. Secondly, the developing warmth around his diaper added another layer of comfort and relaxation, making the act of wetting himself all the more enjoyable. Then, there were all of the silly sights and sounds that accompanied such an act, and the toddler loved each and every one of them; watching his pure white pampers staining a shade of yellow, along with their paw print patterns fading away, was always fun to see for the playful puppy, the sight of his diaper swelling up and expanding never failed to satisfy the toddler, and the humorous hissing sound that occurred while he soaked his diaper always gave him the giggles. Finally, what made these sensations all the more satisfying was the sheer convenience of being able to use his diapers regardless of circumstance, to partake in this enjoyable experience wherever and whenever he needed to go, all without having to find a bathroom or abide by the rules of being a big kid.


“Aaaaah…” Maxwell sighs in relief and puts his leg back down once his bladder empties.


“Well, it looks like I’ve got another thing to clean up this morning.” Marcus says as he takes notice of his son’s soggy diaper, knowing he’ll be the first on diaper duty.


However, Maxwell didn’t plan on getting a change just yet, knowing there were still some silly shenanigans to do in his diapers even after giving them a thorough soaking.


SQUISH! SQUISH!


The toddler looks down at his diaper and starts to playfully poke at it, gleefully giggling while doing so; as if treating his diaper like a water balloon wasn’t amusing enough for the little puppy, the squishy sounds and sensations made things that much sillier, and it’s not like that was the only way for him to have fun in a wet diaper.


“Hehehe! Shakey! Shakey!”


Maxwell bursts into laughter as he moves his hips back and forth, extremely amused by the sight of his soaked diaper swinging between his legs like a pendulum along with the sloshy sounds accompanying such silly antics.


“Silly Maxwell!” says the gray furred dog with a laugh, admittedly amused by his son’s silliness. “Come on, kiddo. Let’s get your diaper changed.”


Maxwell’s smile widens as his father picks him up and carries him back to his bedroom, continuing to playfully squirm while he’s laid on the changing table.


“Sheesh! You really had to go, buddy!” Marcus says as he acquires the necessary supplies and undoes the soggy diaper before plopping it into the trash. 


Maxwell laughs in response to this remark, getting rather giggly while his father wipes and powders his bottom. Although diaper changes weren’t the prime highlight of the toddler’s day, they nonetheless played a notable role in why he derived so much enjoyment from his diapers, for reasons beyond the convenience of not having to clean up after himself; every time he peed his pants, every time he dropped a load in his diapers, it immediately prompted his parents to direct their focus towards him, to put all of their priorities on the padded puppy, and Maxwell certainly liked all of that additional attention.  


“And…done!” Marcus snugly secures a clean diaper around the toddler’s waist and lifts him off the changing table. “Now go eat your breakfast before it gets cold!”


Maxwell waggles his tail and gives his newly padded rump a playful pat, always appreciating the pristine and powdery feeling of a fresh diaper. The toddler then rushes downstairs and plops his padded posterior onto the kitchen table, excited to eat some breakfast, though it’s not long before he lets his canine characteristics get the best of him.


MUNCH! MUNCH! SLURP!


Not even bothering to use his utensils, Maxwell suddenly goes face first into his bowl of cereal, munching away at the oats and lapping at the milk with his tongue. 


“Sweetheart! Use your utensils!” Melanie says to her son, trying her hardest to contain her laughter. 


“Huh?” Maxwell looks up at his mother once he finishes his cereal, oats scattered all over his face and milk surrounding his mouth.


“Silly Maxwell! Now your face is all messy!” Melanie then grabs a washcloth and wipes off the toddler’s face. “Use your utensils this time, ok?”


Maxwell nods and picks up his fork, stabbing it into a piece of pancake. As the toddler puts the pancake in his mouth, a wide smile forms on his face, quite fond of its fluffy texture. 


“Oooooh! Yummy!” Maxwell says as he puts his fork into several more pieces of pancake and places them into his mouth, repeating this process until his plate is empty. 


“My my! Such a hungry little guy!” Melanie pats the puppy on the head and picks him up, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Now let’s get you dressed up! Mommy and Daddy have a fun day planned for you!”


“Ooooh! What we gonna do? What we gonna do?” Maxwell asks as his mother takes him back to his bedroom.


“We’re going to the park!” she says as sets the toddler down and heads to the closet, taking out a blue t-shirt and a black pair of shorts. “Do these clothes look good to you?”


Maxwell shakes his head no in response, as while the toddler deemed the t-shirt to be an acceptable choice of clothing, it was the pair of shorts he had an issue with.


“Nuh-uh! No pants!” Maxwell says, satisfied with the simple get up of a t-shirt and a diaper.


“Hehe, are you sure, sweetie?” Melanie asks.


“Yea!” Maxwell affirms his decision with a playful pat of his diapered bottom, taking no issue with being padded in public.


“If you say so!” says the mother dog as she puts the shorts back in the closet.


With that decided, Melanie takes off Maxwell’s pajama top and replaces it with the t-shirt, smiling at such an adorable sight; although she knew it was a little silly to have her son be pantsless in public, at the same time she had to concede that he looked rather cute in this combination of attire.


“Cute as a button!” Melanie says as she gives the diapered doggy another affectionate pat on the head. “Okay, go ahead and get your shoes on, sweetie!” 


Maxwell then heads back downstairs and toddles to the front door, though he’s stopped by his father before he can put his shoes on.


“You sure you wanna go to the park without putting some pants on, buddy?” Marcus asks him.


“Uh huh! Uh huh!” Maxwell responds.


In identical fashion to his wife, Marcus couldn’t help but find this choice to be a little questionable, wondering if it was even acceptable to have their child go out in public without being completely clothed. Although, after giving it a little thought, the gray-furred father figured he’d let it slide, realizing that Maxwell shouldn’t have to worry about such social norms while he’s still a little pup.


“Well, alrighty then!” Marcus smiles and gives his son a pat on the head. 


The toddler then plops onto his padded rump and puts on a red pair of velcro shoes, securing the straps on each one.


“I weady!” Maxwell says as he stands back up, eager to start their trip to the park.


“As am I!” Melanie says as she heads back downstairs, now with a pink diaper bag over her shoulder.


“Well, then what are we waiting for? Let’s get going!” Marcus says as he opens the front door.


As the furry family heads out the door, Maxwell toddles between his parents with a wide smile on his face, enjoying the warm sunlight stroking his body. While the three of them continue walking, the toddler spots some townsfolk taking a stroll, deciding to greet them with more than just a simple hello.


“Hewwo!” Maxwell turns his back to a bunny rabbit couple and greets them with a playful shake of his padded posterior.


“Hello!” they glance at the diapered dog and giggle before promptly resuming their walk, humored by the child’s silly salutation.


Regardless of whether he was in a private or public setting, regardless of whether he was in the company of family members or complete strangers, Maxwell loved the way he looked in his diapers, always one for showing them off in all their thick and poofy glory.


“Here we are!” Melanie says as they finally approach the park.


Maxwell stares at his surroundings with a smile, amazed by each and every aspect of the park; the sight of the expansive playground and all of the attractions it has to offer, the sounds of joyful laughter from children and adults alike, fill every fiber of his body with an excitable energy, a desire to run, jump, and play to his heart’s content. 


GUUUUURGLE!! GUUUUURGLE!!!


Although, before any of that can happen, Maxwell feels a potent pressure in his bowels, his tummy letting out a loud gurgle as his breakfast makes its way back out. The toddler’s smile widens in response to that familiar feeling from down below, looking forward to everything that entails the dirty deed he’s about to do in his diapers.


BRAAAAAAAAAP!!!


First, there’s the initial act of passing gas, the prelude to a poopy diaper. Like just about any immature child, Maxwell was always amused by the crude sounds of flatulence, always pleased by such potty humor; the fact that his bottom was capable of making such boisterous noises was the funniest thing in the world to the little pup, and so he was never ashamed to let it rip regardless of who was around.


Second, there was the squat, the pose signaling the calm before the stinky storm. While certain children assumed different positions for packing their pampers, the simple squat was always Maxwell’s go to pose, putting his hands on his knees as he bends over and sticks out his bottom; such positions provided yet another reason for the toddler to take delight in his diapers, as they allowed him to get comfortable before dropping the deuce.


“Mmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!”


PFFFFFT! FRRRRRRT!! BLOOOOORT!!!


Then, there was dirty deed itself, an act that was satisfying in its own right; along with the additional sounds of flatulence that humored the toddler so much, the enjoyable feeling of his diaper expanding and the silly sensation of several solids piling into his pants always made filling his diapers loads of fun.


“Aaaaah…” 


Although, while there was much fun to be had with filling his diapers, it was the aftermath of this act that Maxwell enjoyed most; the sweet release of tension after all of that pushing and grunting was an extremely refreshing and relaxing feeling, one that always put a dopey smile on the toddler’s face. In addition to those satisfying sensations, there was another boon to doing his business, the silly sights that accompanied a dirty diaper; along with all of the lumps and protrusions that resulted from every stinky solid he pushed into his pampers, seeing his diaper sag down to his knees always gave Maxwell a good laugh, amused by its notable increase in size. 


“Poopy!” the toddler always said after emptying his bowels, appreciating that a single silly sounding word was all that was needed to explain what he just did in his diapers. 


While Maxwell had nothing but positive feelings when it came to pooping himself, it was a complete contrast for his parents, especially for the one tasked with changing him; as if the sight of their son’s saggy and lumpy diaper wasn’t already a sign of impending doom at the restroom, the rancid and repulsive odor confirmed those less than pleasant prospects.


“Sheesh, kiddo! Did a stink bomb go off in your diaper?” Marcus says with a hearty laugh, humoring himself knowing that it’s not his turn on diaper duty. “Any who, I’ll find ourselves a spot while you deal with…that.” he says to his wife before walking away.


“Peeyew! Smells like someone made a big stinky!” Melanie says in the most playful tone she can muster as she approaches the toddler. “Alright, let’s see what we’re dealing with.”


Melanie then pulls the back of Maxwell’s diaper, immediately spotting the large load inside.


“Yep, that sure is a big stinky.” she says before letting go and holding out her hand.  “Come on, sweetie. Let’s change your diaper.”


Maxwell smiles and holds his mother’s hand while they walk to one of the park’s public restrooms, his full diaper sagging and swaying between his legs.


“Okay, up you go!” Melanie says once she enters the women’s room, lifting Maxwell up and laying him on the changing station.


In spite of the foul odor filling the air, she’s able to clean the toddler up with poise and proficiency, undoing Maxwell’s dirty diaper and plopping it into the trash before lifting the puppy’s legs and using several baby wipes on his bottom.


“And…all done!” Melanie powders the boy’s bottom before snugly securing a clean diaper around his waist. 


The moment his mother sets him down, Maxwell rushes out of the restroom and runs onto the tan bark, wanting to put his playful energy to good use. The toddler starts by making his way to the play structure, gleefully giggling while he climbs the ladder leading up to it. After reaching the top, the diapered doggy scans his surroundings for a few moments before deciding to go down to the slide.


CRINKLE! POOMF!!


Maxwell plops onto his padded posterior with a loud crinkle and a brief burst of baby powder, smiling as he scoots to the top of the slide.


“Weeeeeeee!” he squeals as he slides all the way down, his poofy padding providing a safe and soft descent.


After hopping off the slide, Maxwell moves on to the monkey bars, smiling and giggling as he moves from bar to bar. Once he makes it to the end, the playful puppy quickly makes his way to the next attraction, a set of spring riders designed like other kinds of objects.


“Hehehehe!”


Maxwell climbs onto the one resembling a red race car, the sounds of joyful laughter filling the air as he rocks back and forth on his rider; the simple mechanisms of such a toy, the race car motif that made him feel like he speeding along the asphalt tracks, and the swift and springy movements made for an absolutely splendid experience, an experience made all the more enjoyable by the soft and cushiony surface of his crinkly garment while he bounces up and down on his bottom.


Several more minutes later, Maxwell hops off the spring rider, now wondering what to do next. 


“Hmmm…ooh!” the toddler makes his choice upon spotting the sandbox, figuring that would be a fun change of pace. 


With that decided, the diapered doggy smiles and waddles his way to the sandbox, though he’s quick to notice it’s not completely vacant; a black kitty with bright orange eyes is seen scooping some sand into a blue plastic bucket, sporting a pink t-shirt on her top half along with a pure white diaper and pink shoes on her bottom half. Maxwell’s smile widens in response to such a sight, willing to befriend just about anyone wearing that cherished crinkly garment.


“Hewwo!” Maxwell says as he steps into the sandbox.


“Oh! Hiya!” the kitty smiles and waves at the padded puppy, excited to meet someone new. “What’s youw name?” she asks.


“My name ish Maxweww!” he replies.


“Nice ta meet ya! I’m Cassidy!” says the crinkly kitten in return, prompting a pleasant idea to pop into her head. “Oooh! Wets make a sand castwe!” Cassidy says, offering Maxwell a spare bucket and shovel.


“Oooh! Gweat idea!” Maxwell replies, happily accepting the plastic supplies. 


Extremely eager to get their sand castle started, Maxwell and Cassidy scoop several shovelfuls of sand into their buckets, repeating this process until they’re totally full.


“We gonna make da biggest castwe evah!” Maxwell says as he dumps the bucket’s contents onto the ground.


“Yea! Ish gonna be so much fun!” Cassidy says as he empties her bucket as well, making a big pile of sand.


With a firm foundation now established, the two toddlers continue to make more bucketfuls of sand, creating a mound that gradually grows taller and taller as time goes on. Once it’s at a sufficient size, the diapered doggy and the crinkly kitty pat at the mound with their shovels, solidifying the sand castle.


“Yay! We did it!” Cassidy says with a clap of her hands.


“Yea! Ish so big!” Maxwell responds, impressed by the size of their sand castle.


The two of them stare at their completed creation for a while, content with their coordinated efforts. A few moments later, Maxwell starts scooping sand into his bucket again, filling it up until it’s completely full.


“Oooh! You gonna make anoda castwe?” Cassidy asks.


Although, as she would soon find out, Maxwell wasn’t planning on doing such a thing, for he had a far sillier idea in mind. With a goofy grin on his face, the toddler dumps the bucket’s contents into his diaper, causing it to sag and expand as it fills up with sand. 


“Hehehe! You funny, Maxweww!” Cassidy bursts out laughing, surprised by this sudden act of silliness. 


Maxwell laughs with Cassidy while he playfully moves his hips, amused not only by the sight of his diaper swinging back and forth between his legs, but also by the silly sounds of sand grains shaking around in his diaper. Such silly antics were another reason why he liked his diapers so much, the fact that he could fill them with substances beyond his bodily waste, opening up unique opportunities for funny experiences.


“Hehehe! Sandy diapee! Sandy diapee!” Maxwell continues to playfully move his body, shaking his sandy diaper like a makeshift rattle.


Cassidy’s laughter intensifies as Maxwell continues this comedic act, having never laughed so hard in her life. However, due to being so immersed in Maxwell’s sandy diaper shenanigans, the little kitty is completely oblivious to a developing pressure from down below, to a certain deed she has to do in her own diapers.


 PFFFFT! FRRRRRT!! PBLOOOORP!!!


Cassidy’s tail suddenly hikes up and her bowels reflexively empty their contents, causing the kitten’s diaper to droop and become quite lumpy. A sudden silence fills the air in response, but it’s replaced with roaring laughter just a few moments later, finding this abrupt accident to be extremely funny.


“Hehehe! Oopsies!” Cassidy says in between fits of laughter, clearly not concerned over soiling herself.


“Hehehe! You poopied!” Maxwell says, laughing at the sight of her poopy pampers.


For several more moments, the two toddlers continue to giggle and laugh, having a fun time in their full diapers. Eventually, their laughter dies down and they decide to part ways, satisfied with their time in the sandbox. 


“Hehe, dat was fun, but uh, I tink I need a diapee change.” Cassidy says as she looks down at her lumpy diaper, realizing she wouldn’t want to get a rash. “Bye bye, Maxweww!”


“Bye bye, Cassidy!” Maxwell replies.


The diapered doggy waves goodbye and watches the crinkly kitten leave the sandbox, her full diaper sagging and swaying with each step she takes. More than satisfied with his time at the park, Maxwell leaves the sandbox and spots his parents sitting at a park bench, getting into a silly waddle while his sandy diaper continues to sway back and forth.


“You ready to go, sweetie?” Melanie asks as the puppy toddles towards her, though she’s quick to notice the saggy diaper between his legs. “Oh! Looks like you need a change first.”


“Yep. He’s doing the dirty diaper walk.” Marcus says with a chuckle as he stands up and walks up to the toddler. “Alright, let’s take a look at the damage.”


Although, as Marcus pulls the back of Maxwell’s diaper and takes a peek inside, he realizes that he’s not dealing with a dirty diaper at all, surprised to see that it’s full of sand.


“Sand? What’s that doing in your diaper?” Marcus asks him.


“Hehehe, I gotta sandy diapee, Daddy!” says the puppy with a playful laugh.


“Sand isn’t supposed to go in your diaper, Maxwell!” Marcus says as he picks him up. “You need a new diaper, mister sandy butt!”


Maxwell giggles and laughs while his father lays him down on the bench, humored by his own antics.


“You crack me up, cutie!” Melanie says as she hands her husband a clean diaper, admittedly amused by her son’s silliness.


After undoing the sandy diaper and disposing it in a nearby trash bin, Marcus brushes the sand grains off Maxwell’s bottom, making sure not a single speck remains. Once that’s over with, he slides the new diaper under Maxwell’s bottom and snugly secures it around his waist.


“There we go!” Marcus then sets the puppy back down. “So, what should we do now, kiddo?”


GROOOOOOOOAN!!!


As if to answer that question, Maxwell’s tummy lets out a loud rumble, eliciting a giggle from the newly diapered dog.


“Hehe, sounds like our little guy is getting hungry.” Melanie says. “Wanna find a place to eat, sweetie?” she asks the toddler.


“Uh huh! Uh huh!” Maxwell responds with a nod of his head. 


“Sounds like a plan! I’m getting pretty hungry as well!” Marcus says with a smile.


Maxwell enthusiastically toddles alongside his parents as the three of them leave the park, excited at the prospect of another appetizing meal. For several minutes, the little toddler scans his surroundings while the family heads downtown, though it’s not terribly long before something catches his eye.


“Oooh! What about dat one?” Maxwell points at a small restaurant with a light exterior; he wasn’t exactly sure why that place stood out to him, though perhaps it was the size and simplicity of it that caught his attention.




“I don’t see why not! I’m fine with just about anything!” Marcus says with a wide smile.




“If that’s what you want, then I’m all for it!” Melanie says.


With that decided, the family sets foot in the restaurant, being presented with a simple but otherwise appealing interior; the white tile floors of the eatery are accompanied by bright red walls and an array of red, cushiony tables occupied by several other families, giving the restaurant a fairly casual and family friendly vibe to it. 




“Welcome! I assume you guys want a table for three, yes?” an orange fox in a black uniform greets them with a warm and welcoming smile.


“Yes, that would be lovely!” Melanie nods and smiles in return.


“Great! Right this way!” 


The waiter then turns around and guides them to a vacant table, placing three menus on it and pouring three complementary glasses of water while the adults sit next to each other and the toddler climbs onto the seat across from them. 


“So, can I start you guys off with some appetizers?” he asks the family.


Before anyone can answer that question, Maxwell decides what to order the moment he opens the menu, his eyes immediately fixating on the word “spaghetti”; although he didn’t exactly know what to expect, the silly sounding word was more than enough to pique his interest




“Spaghetti! Spaghetti! I want da spaghetti!” says the toddler.


“Oh! Looks like you already know what you want!” the waiter giggles and writes his order on a small notepad. “Ok! One spaghetti for the little guy!”




“Heh, you’ve got good taste, buddy! I might just order that myself!” Marcus says before looking at the fox. “Make that two spaghettis!”




“Three, actually!” Melanie adds with a giggle.


“Alrighty then! That shouldn’t take too long!” he says before grabbing the three menus and walking away.


As he anticipates the arrival of his food, Maxwell grabs his glass of water and eagerly drinks it up, sighing in satisfaction as the cool liquid smoothly travels down his throat. Marcus and Melanie also drink their water while they wait, albeit in a slower series of sips.


“Okay! Here you go!” says the waiter upon arriving at their table once again, presenting them with three plates of spaghetti before giving their water glasses a refill. “Enjoy!”


Maxwell stares at his meal with a wide smile, fascinated by the flimsy noodles on his plate and the red marinara sauce topped onto them. Although he was well aware that his parents wanted him to have proper table manners, there was something about the spaghetti that was capturing his attention, encouraging him to stuff his face into this saucy delight of a dish.


SLOP! SLOP!! SLUUUUURP!!!


In identical fashion to what went down during breakfast, Maxwell suddenly stuffs his face into his plate of spaghetti, succumbing to his canine characteristics once again as he sloppily slurps up his noodles and splatters marinara sauce all over the table. 


“Maxwell! We use our utensils to eat, remember?” Melanie reminds him.


“Hm?” Maxwell snaps back to reality and looks up at his mother, spaghetti sauce now all over his face and cheeks.


“Buddy! You’ve got sauce all over your face!” Marcus says as he grabs a napkin and wipes off the toddler’s face. “Here, let me show you a better way to eat your spaghetti.”


Marcus demonstrates by stabbing his fork into his spaghetti and twirling it around, creating a coil of noodles on the base of the fork. 


“Oooh! Dats so awesome!” Maxwell says, impressed by the utility of such a utensil.


Now wanting to give this technique a try, Maxwell mimics his father’s motions, grabbing his fork and twirling it in his spaghetti until a coil of noodles is wrapped around it. 


“There ya go!” Marcus says with an approving smile.


Maxwell smiles back and puts the forkful of noodles in his mouth, glad to have found another fun way to eat his food. Likewise, his parents were just as happy to provide their son with a way to eat his spaghetti without making a total mess of himself, making for a smooth dining experience while the family finishes their meal.


“Mmmm…” Maxwell pats his tummy in satisfaction once he clears his plate, washing down the remainder of his meal with his second glass of water.


A few minutes later, Maxwell spots the orange fox returning to the table and handing his parents the bill.




“So, how was everything?” she asks with a warm smile.




“It was wonderful! Thank you!” Melanie responds, paying for the meal in cash and including a generous tip to go along with it.


“Yea yea yea! It was so yummy!” Maxwell adds.


“I’m glad to hear it!” says the waiter as she accepts the cash. “Have a great rest of your day!”


With everything settled, the family leaves the restaurant and starts heading back home, with Maxwell still feeling rather playful even considering the fun-filled day he’s had so far. 


“And…here we are! Home at last!” Marcus says after several more minutes of walking.


Maxwell is the first to step beyond the front door and take off his shoes, happy to be home once again. As if to celebrate his return, the toddler sticks out his bottom and starts shaking his padded posterior from side to side.


“Hehehe! Diapee dance! Diapee dance!”


Such antics were simply another of several reasons for Maxwell to take delight in his diapers, for providing him with another way to freely and flexibly express himself; if the toddler wanted to dance around in his diapers, then he could do so regardless of reason, regardless of how sporadic such an action may be. 


“What are you doing now, silly? Are you shaking your butt?” Melanie asks upon stepping inside and spotting her son doing his silly dance. 


“Hehe, hewwo!” the diapered doggy then strikes a silly pose, standing on his hands and feet while he lifts his padded rump to the ceiling and looks at his parents from between his legs. 


“Hello to you too, kiddo!” Marcus says with a hearty laugh, walking up to the toddler and giving his diapered bottom a playful pat. “You’re extra silly today, aren’t you, Maxwell?”


After that brief bout of silliness, Maxwell then toddles to the toy box and grabs a big container of building blocks, grinning with glee as he dumps its contents onto the floor. 


“You gonna build something, buddy?” his father asks him.


“Uh huh! Uh huh!” the diapered doggy replies with an eager nod of his head.


 Maxwell then grabs handfuls of building blocks and starts to stack them on top of each other, his smile widening as the block tower grows taller and taller. After just a few short minutes of stacking, he manages to build the tallest tower he’s capable of creating, and while its size isn’t anything spectacular, he’s very proud of the fact that he built it all on his own.


“Mommy! Daddy! Wook! I made dis towah aww by mysewf!” the toddler says with an accomplished smile.


“That’s right, and you did such a good job too! Looks like Mommy and Daddy have a little architect on her hands!” Melanie smiles and claps her hands. “Now then, would you like Mommy and Daddy to make your tower even better?”


“Ooh! Yea yea yea!” Maxwell excitedly responds.


With that decided, Marcus and Melanie start putting the rest of the blocks to good use, stacking and stacking until the tower is only slightly below their height. 


“Wow! Ish so big!” Maxwell says. 


The sight of this creation puts an awestruck expression on the puppy's face, though it’s not long before another silly idea suddenly pops into his head. With a goofy grin on his face, Maxwell turns around and shakes his bottom at the big block tower.


“What are you doing now, Maxwell? Shaking your butt again?” Melanie asks with a giggle. 


“Hehehe! I gonna make da towah go BOOM!” Maxwell declares.


CRAAAAAAASH!!!


The toddler then rams his padded posterior into the block tower, bursting into laughter as their creation crumbles and blocks scatter all over the floor. While Maxwell could have destroyed the block tower by other means, it was simply more fun to use his butt as a battering ram, to express himself in the silliest way possible by using his diapers as a tool of destruction.


“Woah! You sure made the tower go boom, buddy!” Marcus says with a laugh, amused by such antics. “Alright, now let’s clean up all these blocks.”


Although, while his parents put the blocks back in the bin, Maxwell realizes he has more important matters to address at the moment, feeling the water approach its way out as a potent pressure forms in his bladder. With little hesitation, the toddler lifts up his left leg and lets his bladder loose.


PSSSSSSSSSH!!!


A wide smile forms on Maxwell’s face as he wets his diaper, happy to hear that hissing sound once again, to feel that warmth develop around his diaper while it sags and discolors a shade of yellow.


“Uh oh! Looks like someone needs a diaper change!” Melanie says with a giggle, quickly taking notice of her son’s soggy diaper.


Maxwell puts his leg down and looks at his discolored diaper, but as he continues to feel a twinge in his bladder, the padded puppy realizes that he still has to go, that what he released was solely the first of the two full glasses of water he had drank. Of course, this only causes the toddler’s smile to widen as he lifts up his leg again, wondering what’ll happen when he wets his diaper to an ever greater degree.


“Oh, doesn’t look like he’s done yet though.” Marcus says, now sporting a slightly concerned expression.


PSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!!!


Maxwell gets really giggly while he gives his diaper a second soaking, enthralled by the sight of it swelling up some more and discoloring an even darker shade of yellow, enjoying the additional warmth developing around his diaper. Although, as the family would soon find out, the toddler’s torrent would be too much for his diaper to handle.


DRIP! DRIP! DRIP!


An awestruck expression forms on Maxwell’s face while his diaper starts to leak, perplexed by the puddle forming between his feet. He had never seen anything like this throughout his many days in diapers, filling him feelings of wonder and amazement; it fascinated him to find out that his diapers developed additional properties depending on their usage, to discover that what he does in his diapers can affect the area outside of his poofy pampers. 


“Hehehe! Woah!” Maxwell claps his hands once he completely empties his bladder, overjoyed to have discovered something new about his diapers. 


Although, while the toddler couldn’t be happier, his parents were utterly shocked by the state of their son’s diaper, realizing they have quite the mess to clean up.


“Maxwell! Your diaper is leaking!” Melanie says as he quickly scoops him up.


The little puppy giggles and laughs while his mother rushes back to his bedroom, extremely amused by his leaky diaper forming a little trail around the house as it continues to drip. After Melanie lays him on the changing table, she disposes of the diaper as quickly as possible and wipes Maxwell’s bottom until it’s completely clean, wasting no time with this diaper change knowing she’s got another mess to clean up.


“And…done!” she swiftly secures a clean diaper around her son’s waist.


With that diaper change done with, Melanie picks Maxwell back up and carries him back to the living room, carefully sidestepping past the puddles on the floor before setting him down.


“Here! You can watch some cartoons while Mommy and Daddy clean up the house!” she suggests with a smile while handing Maxwell the TV remote, figuring that would keep their child occupied for the time being.


“Ooh! Okay!” the diaper-clad child replies, more than happy with this arrangement.


While his parents start sanitizing the house, Maxwell turns the television on and flickers through the channels, eventually finding a kid’s cartoon to watch. The toddler stares up at the screen with a satisfied smile on his face, captivated by the cartoon’s vibrant colors and zany animation; even though the show itself lacked in structure and storytelling, none of that mattered to Maxwell, for he was more than happy to mindlessly consume the mayhem taking place on the television.


“Hehehe! Funny! Funny!” the diapered doggy giggles and claps his hands, having a splendid time with his show.


GUUUUUUUUURGLE!! BRAAAAAAAAP!!!


However, while silly scenarios continue to unfold on the screen, a stinky scenario starts to unfold in reality, as indicated by the gurgling sounds coming from the toddler's tummy and the boisterous sounds of flatulence coming from his bottom. Maxwell giggles and quickly gets into his ideal pooping position, putting his hands on his knees and bending over as he prepares to unload the remnants of his last two meals.


“Mmmph….mmmmmph….”


PFFFFFT! PBLOOOOORP!!


Maxwell continues to look up at the television while he loads up his diaper, appreciative of the ability to multitask while he makes a mess in his pants, enjoying that familiar feeling of his diaper expanding and becoming lumpy while several stinky solids pile into his pampers.


“Poopy!”


The little pup then looks down at the lumpy diaper between his legs, humored by the sight of it hardly hovering above the ground. Although, while Maxwell was satisfied with the sizable stinky he made, he couldn’t help but get curious about a certain question crossing his mind, wondering if he could make his diaper even BIGGER.


“Mmmph…mmph….mmmmmph!” the toddler attempts to answer that question by getting into a squat once again, straining and scrunching his face to see if there’s something left in his system. 


PBLAAAAARMPH!!!


That proves to be the case as another solid suddenly dumps into his diaper, causing it to slump onto the ground. 


“Wow! Biggah poopy!” he says with a playful laugh.


Maxwell grins from ear to ear once his bowels are empty, glad to be having more fun in a full diaper. It always amazed him how his diaper could substantially grow in size with just a few grunts, how the act of pooping his pampers provided him with several kinds of sensory stimuli; although such an act was simply a daily occurrence for diaper-clad children such as himself, the novelty never wore off for Maxwell, as if the deed of diaper filling was a marvelous act of magic in of itself


“Woah….woah!” 


However, an unintended consequence arises from his heavy diaper, causing the toddler to lose his footing.


SMOOOOOOOOOSH!!!


Maxwell suddenly stumbles and falls on his rump, eliciting a loud smoosh from his loaded diaper. 


“Hehehehe!”


And yet, even considering the abruptness of such a fall, Maxwell simply laughs it off, extremely amused by the squelchy and squishy nature of such a sound, a sound he had seldom heard despite all of the dirty diapers he’s made in his life. In addition to the discovery of this smooshy sound, the toddler discovers yet another function of his full diaper; upon looking at his diaper and its bloated, beanbag-like appearance, Maxwell realizes that he’s made a warm and lumpy seat for himself, one that’s ideal for long periods of cartoon consumption, and now he had to wonder why sitting in a dirty diaper wasn’t something he thought of sooner.


“Aaaah…”


The diapered doggy expels a dopey sigh while he continues to watch his wacky cartoons, extremely ecstatic to have discovered another dimension to his diapers, to have new ways to make use out of them be they soaked or stinky.


Meanwhile, Maxwell’s parents are just about done cleaning up the house, a little exhausted from their efforts.


“There we go!” Melanie says as she finishes the job with one final spray of air freshener, appreciating its pleasant scent. “Mmm! Smells lovely, doesn’t it, hon?” she says to her husband.


Marcus gives the air a good whiff, but rather than smelling the soothing scent of air freshener, his nostrils are overpowered by an odor that’s far more obnoxious, far more pungent than anything he’s ever smelled before.


“Good lord! Not sure what you’re smelling, Melanie! Lovely is the last word I’d use to describe that stench!” Marcus says as he plugs his nose, unmistakably smelling the potent odor of a poppy diaper. “I think the little guy pooped his pants again…”


The two parents reluctantly turn around, their suspicions immediately confirmed upon spotting their son sitting around in a stinky diaper.


“And…there’s the smell…” Melanie says as she plugs her nose, the foul scent quickly filling the air. “Looks like we’ve got another mess to clean up…” she then walks alongside her husband and starts to slowly approach the toddler.


“Hey there, buddy…” Marcus says in a strained voice, using all of his strength to not succumb to the stench of excrement emanating around the area. “It’s time…for a…diaper change…”


However, upon picking the puppy up, the both of them realize that Maxwell is due for far more than just a diaper change, absolutely appalled by the state of the toddler’s diaper as it droops past his feet.


“Hi, Mommy! Hi, Daddy!” Maxwell greets them with the silliest of smiles, as if he’s completely oblivious to the odor causing their shocked expressions.


“My goodness, Maxwell! You STINK!” Melanie says, taking the words right out of her husband’s mouth. “This certainly calls for a bath.”


“My thoughts, exactly…” Marcus responds. “I’ll clean him up while you get the tub ready.” 


“Sounds like a plan, and, uh…good luck.” Melanie says before darting to the downstairs bathroom, glad not to be delegated to diaper duty this time around.


“That’s quite the full diaper you got there, isn’t it, kiddo?” Marcus asks with a chuckle, trying to add a dash of humor to this, quite literally, crappy situation.


“Hehehe! Yea!” Maxwell cutely giggles and nods his head in agreement, looking down at his loaded diaper while his father carries him back to his bedroom. 


“Heh, even when you stink up the whole house, you still make me smile.” Marcus gives Maxwell a boop on the nose before laying him on the changing table. “Alright, now let’s get you cleaned up.”


Marcus methodically undoes the dirty diaper and slowly moves it towards the trash, dumping it into the bin with a loud thud.


“Well, this is gonna require a lot of wipes.” he says as he opens the box of baby wipes and lifts up Maxwell’s legs, using a total of seven to ensure the toddler’s bottom is totally spotless. “Ok! Now it’s bath time, bud!”


“Yay yay yay!” Maxwell says with a wide smile while his father lifts him off the changing table and carries him back downstairs.


After entering the bathroom, Marcus passes the puppy off to Melanie, now done with his delegated duty.


“Thanks, honey!” Melanie says as she takes off the toddler’s t-shirt. “Now let’s get you in the tub.”


Maxwell cracks a content smile as he’s placed into the tub, comforted by the water’s warmth. Although, comfort and warmth weren’t the only reasons why he had a blast during bath time, as the bathtub allowed for other kinds of fun opportunities.


“Spwashy! Spwashy! Spwashy!” Maxwell slaps his paws in the water, bursting into laughter as it splashes all around the area.


“Ah! Maxwell! You’re gonna make Mommy and Daddy soaking wet!” Melanie says as she tries to shield herself from the series of splashes, though she quickly thinks of a solution to this. “How about instead of splashing, you can play with this!” she then grabs a rubber ducky laying on the sink and plops it into the tub.


Of course, Maxwell’s bath time experience wasn’t complete without some bath toys to go along with it, and he could never go wrong with the classic rubber ducky. The toddler gleefully giggles while he plays with his toy, extremely satisfied by its silly squeaking sounds.


“Do you know what sound a ducky makes, sweetie?” Melanie asks as she grabs a bottle of body wash.


“Ducky goes quack quack quack!” the puppy cheerfully responds. 


“Right you are!” Marcus says as he puts a toy boat in the tub, providing the toddler with an additional toy to play with.


The playful pup happily moves the boat from side to side, pretending he’s a captain sailing the seven seas and traversing the most treacherous of waters. With the toddler now immersed in his toys, Melanie is able to clean Maxwell with ease, scrubbing his body from top to bottom with body wash. Once that’s done, she grabs a pink bottle of bubble bath solution, preparing Maxwell for the most fun aspect of bath time. 


“Mmm! You smell much better now, sweetie!” Melanie says with a wide smile, glad that her son is now squeaky clean. “Now then, how about some bubbles to go with that bath?” she says. 


Maxwell’s smile widens while his mother pours the solution and bubbles appear in the tub, enjoying each and every aspect of the bubble bath; on top of the bubbles being very fun for him to play with while they floated around in the air, the way they popped on impact never failed to give him the giggles. If liberally loading his diapers meant more bubble baths and more time in the tub, then Maxwell had future plans to fully pack his pampers, now knowing that his parents would give him a bath whenever he made a huge mess in his pants. 


Bubbwes! Bubbwes! Bubbwes!” Maxwell says with the widest of smiles, watching the bubbles disperse and gleefully giggling when they pop.


After a few more minutes of bubble bath fun, Melanie drains the tub, figuring it’s about time to put the puppy to bed.


“Now that you’re nice and clean, let’s get you ready for bed.” Melanie says as she lifts the toddler out of the tub.


As if to affirm that statement, Maxwell lets out a long yawn, starting to feel rather sleepy as a result of the fun-filled day with his family. His sleepiness only becomes more pronounced when his parents wrap him up in a warm and fluffy towel, feeling like he could fall asleep right on the spot as a result of its cozy embrace. 


“There! All nice and dry!” Marcus says, picking the puppy back up and walking out of the bathroom while his wife follows from behind. “Alright, kiddo, let’s get you to bed.”


Maxwell feels himself getting sleepier by the second as his father carries him back to his bedroom, finding it hard to stay awake while he’s laid on the changing table and put in a clean diaper.


“Can’t forget your PJ’s either!” Melanie says as she puts the toddler in his blue pajama top and bottoms.


As much as Maxwell wanted to protest about his pajama bottoms concealing his padding, he was too tired for such things, and he couldn’t exactly complain about the additional warmth either. 


“Good night, Maxwell.” his parents kiss him on each cheek before laying him in bed and tucking him in, leaving the bedroom a few moments later.


Comforted by the warm blankets wrapped around his body and the fluffy pillow resting his head, Maxwell quickly closes his eyes and falls fast asleep. Right before the toddler drifts off to dreamland, a wide smile forms on his face, looking forward to another delightful day in diapers.


End