Sitting in his pen TreBor fiddled with his blocks distracted by their rough hune feel in his furry white hands. desiding which side of the wall he was building it would go to he leaned up raising his little diapered bottom off the ground with a loud crinkle well he screwed up his face and stuck out his tongue to help him concentrate like he had seen on TV. The white colt was so focused he didn't even feel his tail lift or his diaper expanded behind him as he slid the block in place and sat back to survey his work. As soon as sat back the little one gasped feeling the warm mess in his diaper smoosh against his clean back side, his mother having already changed him twice that day.But unlike many of his contemporary TreBor didn't frown or begin to wail like a banshee instead the little tike raised his bottom grinning wide and began to bounce mushing the messy diaper beneath him as he did so. Little TreBor loved being messy, from the warm feeling in his dippees to the games he could play and the attention dotted on him by adults when he was stinky everything helped to reinforce to the colt that having a filled diaper was one of the best things of his young life.

The little one was so engrossed with his diapers in fact that he failed to hear the foot steps or see mommy until it was to late. "Oh my someones a stinky butt isn't he." The little one squealed in surprise as two hands lifted him by the arm pits and dangled him in the open air his dirty diaper sagging down as mommy tutted. " Yep well it looks like I've got another big mess to clean up for you." Carrying him over to the changing table The grey cat quickly strapped down the little colt and undid the buttons on his onesie. "oh yes you made a big present for mommy didn't you." Gently she got down to it untaping his diaper and lifting his bottom to roll it out.

TreBor wasn't quite sure what mommy was doing with his diaper. The instant he felt the breath of fresh air on his bottom as mommy removed his diaper though the single thought "change" ran through his mind and he let out a wailing scream of protest much to mommy's consternation. " Oh my goodness you'd think I was killing you, not changing you with the noise you make when i get rid of your dirty diapers. Wipes came in cleaning up the babies butt as tears streamed down his face and snot out of his nose. It was a full blown tantrum and there was little mommy could do about it. "there," Tapping the clean dry diaper to the little colts bottom Two-shoes lifted him from the table buttoned him closed again and set him back in the pen the colt not even catching his breaths between red faced cries of protest at having not been allowed to enjoy his warm diaper. Perhaps if he knew the feel of diaper rash TreBor wouldn't be so eager for his messy diapers but from the day he was born mommy had been judicious in her little ones changes and so rash would be a lession unlearned for a long time.





( really this was drawn by a friend because she * hangs his head* saw how I get when I loose my keys and MP3 player * blush* I'm very embarrassed and ashamed of my attitude.)

Art By  Two-shoes