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Baby Brothers:
William, a lanky, black magpie perked up noticeably as he came through the door to the large apartment that was his worldly home at that particular moment. He shared it with Psudo, a barn owl, one of the few people in the city willing to rent to him, and another avian besides. Will had only moved in a few weeks earlier, and the two had become quick friends, and then something more. The owl, who worked from home, was already waiting for the magpie as he walked through the door, and had dinner cooking in the kitchen judging by the poignant smell that even a bird's inferior sense of smell could pick up. "Hey, Psudo!" Will said with a bit more energy and enthusiasm than he had intended, and caught the owl's attention.
"Hey, cutie," Psudo said, jokingly, and walked over to his roommate with a teasing, but affectionate smile across his face, "how was your day?"
"Stressful..." Will said, blushing as the owl unbuckled the belt of his office uniform's pants and pushed a pair of fingers down into his thick, heavily padded undergarments. He blushed, hands clasped behind his back, still not totally comfortable with the owl's frequent, occasionally public, diaper checks, despite being two days away from his one month anniversary of infancy.
"Well, tomorrow's Friday!" Psudo chimed, pulling down the magpie's pants and squeezing the soaked front of Will's diaper. The thinner songbird looked like he might protest being undressed, but Psudo overruled any argument he might have made, "You know the rules, cutie, hatchlings don't get to wear pants inside. If you're cold, I'll let you change into your sleeper before dinner."
"Can I get a hug?" Will asked, flushing pink, but he didn't even have to ask. The two avians embraced, chuckling into each other’s plumage and nuzzling each other. They purred happily, the magpie long having since realized that the affection he got for being a baby far outweighed the cost in humiliation, sometimes public. He loved the warm, fuzzy feeling he got inside when Psudo hugged him, and all those soft owl feathers didn't hurt, either! In fact, he felt so pleasantly comfortable despite his long day that he almost dared to ask for an early diaper change, but thought better of it. Rules were rules, after all, and he had long gotten used to the squish, and the smell, of a wet diaper. The songbird hardly even noticed when he wet anymore, which would have concerned most people, but he knew full well just how good of hands he was in.
"Oh, is the little hatchling hungry?" Psudo teased, putting an arm under the magpie's diapered rear and lifting him easily over his shoulder. Despite being the taller of the two, Will was substantially thinner and lighter, which allowed the broader owl to lift and carry him without much trouble, as long as he didn't have to go very far.
William knew the destination even before he let himself lull into the pleasure of being carried, the stresses of the day slowly ebbing away, and purred loudly as his roommate hefted him into the specially built high chair and strapped him in. It was cozy and padded on all sides, as was most of his baby furniture, but also kept him snugly centered and unable to move left, right, forward or back. Psudo, who had already eaten, emptied a pan of scrambled eggs onto a childish, egg patterned plastic plate, bits of bacon mixed in, and carried it to his high-chair, grinning wildly.
The first time Psudo had put him into the high-chair, about a month previously, he almost had to do it by force, and every beak full of baby food that he managed was a small, painful defeat for the magpie, who only submitted to the treatment because he had nowhere else to go. Oddly enough, it had quickly become one of his favorite parts of being a hatchling. Few other aspects of his new, secondary life brought with them the level of love and attention from the owl. Their relationship was... complicated, to say the least. Psudo was clearly the dominant partner of the two, and kept his little songbird complacent by any means necessary, not that Will had caused much trouble, even at the start, coming to accept the treatment quickly, and learning to enjoy it shortly after. But Will didn't consider the owl, and the owl didn't consider himself, the magpie's 'daddy' figure. For one, he liked to wear diapers himself, and many had been the night they'd spent together, cuddled up in diapers and baby clothes, eating ice cream and watching cartoons together. He was more like a big brother to the magpie, who desperately needed an unconditionally loving friend in his life, someone who could wipe away all his troubles with a sweep of a wing, even if he did it in the strangest way imaginable.
In the middle of William's dinner, Psudo, in his normal, playful, silly manner, let the songbird swallow a mouthful of scrambled egg, then came around behind his high-chair and began tickling up and down the magpie's vulnerable belly and sides, sending him into a squirming, giggling mess. When the magpie finally batted the owl's hands away, giggling like a hatchling, he sat happy and compliant to let Psudo finish feeding him, and let him out of the high-chair.
"There, is my squishy little baby all full?" Psudo teased, hugging the songbird from behind as he got back to his feet, legs somewhat spread by the bulk of his thick diaper. The magpie's bladder filled quickly after a meal, and he released it without a second thought at the first sign that he needed to go, flooding the diaper again and making it swell up just a little bit more, but he was well used to it by that point. "I think it's time to get that mushy butt of yours changed, cutie," Psudo said, knowing his songbird well enough to expect a wetting shortly after dinner. He'd probably need another change before bed, but what was one more diaper compared to the health and comfort of his newly hatched baby?
"Pfff, like yours is doing any better!" Will tossed back playfully, clearly able to see the owl's diaper bulge between his legs, visible even through the baggy white trousers that he wore, and took the liberty of pulling them down at the first opportunity, revealing the egg printed diaper around his waist, easily as thick if not thicker than the one he had put the songbird into that morning.
"H-hey!" Psudo said, playfully, trying to pull up his pants up, but Will stepped in, planting one foot on the fallen garment, and leaving his little owlet of a roommate pants less, diaper in full view for everyone to see.
"Oh, come on! You look so cute," the magpie said with a warble, hugging the owlet again, and preened the feathers on top of his head affectionately, and used the opportunity to squeeze Psudo's diaper in revenge for his earlier embarrassment. The owl, much more used to being squishy than the magpie, shrugged it off with a giggle, and hugged him back. "Looks like we both need a change."
"Was there ever any doubt?" Psudo chimed, "two hatchlings living together, and you didn't expect to go through lots of diapers?" They chuckled together a bit, Psudo's head briefly disappearing under Will's chest plumage, then the two overgrown babies went to their converted third bedroom, a nursery in all but name. It had an oversized crib big enough for the both of them, a fenced in play-pen in a corner, the closet and dresser where they kept all their baby clothes, and, most importantly, their changing table and storage cupboards. "Hop up," Psudo said, grinning, and patted the surface of the laminated plastic table, "you need a change more than I do, squishy." Will blushed furiously, but obliged, fluttering up and onto the plastic surface, and doing his best to get comfortable as Psudo prepared his sleep diaper and nighttime garments. The songbird couldn't help but purr as he saw the pamper Psudo picked out for him, a triple thick layered sleep diaper with night sky and planets on the front panel, but first he had to get the magpie out of his already drenched one.
"Hey, at least I'm not messy!" Will asserted when Psudo teased him a bit about how much of a soaker he was, "and that's more than I can say for you, half the time!"
"Give it a few more months, hatchykins," the owl teased, scratching Will's belly affectionately as he unbuttoned and removed the magpie's shirt, "besides, you'd be in some serious trouble if you stopped wearing these, right now. Imagine having an accident in the middle of the office."
The magpie swallowed, blushing and squirming at the mere suggestion of such a nightmare, "I'd rather not!" He said, trying to relax again after that horrifying image. After his first diapering at the owl's hands, just shy of a month earlier, Psudo had gradually ebbed the songbird into diapers full time, even at work, which had taken quite some cajoling on the owl's part to accomplish, but he had, indeed, accomplished it. Will could count on one hand the number of hours total he'd spent out of diapers since that first night padded, and, at this point, the thought of using a toilet for his business seemed as distant and remote as the moon.
The owl finally finished the ritual pre-change teasing and belly scratching, and tore the tapes on William's oversized diaper, reminding him why it was he enjoyed this life so much, anyway. It was the connection, the deep, personal bond that occurred between two people that shared a unique experience: that of adults that could, on the side, live the lives of children, carefree and innocent, and trusted each other enough to lay helpless on a counter while the other changed their wet and/or messy diaper. The bond could not be fabricated.
"Tomorrow, you get to be the little brother," the magpie teased, letting himself be lifted, and his heavily soaked diaper removed and disposed of in their mutual, airtight pail.
"Oh, we'll see about that," Psudo said, chuckling and getting out some wet wipes to sooth the songbird's delicate feathers and skin, long confined behind the thick padding of a diaper.
"Nuh-uh, it's your turn!" Will said, adopting a more childish tone as the owlet slipped his new, thicker, sleep diaper underneath his tail feathers, threading them through the elastic loop at the back, and powdered him down, finishing by taping the whole bundle up around his waist. Unable to bring his knees together from the bulk, but well used to that from his long stretch in diapers, the songbird hopped down off the changing table and patted its surface, "and it's your turn for a change, too. Mush butt."
"Hush," Psudo said, blushing, his diaper noticeably wetter and more saggy than William's had been, but eventually allowed himself to be splayed out on the changing table, and the entire ritual repeated unto him in reverse, the only difference being that the Magpie, seeing fit to start his reign as big brother a tad early, decided Psudo didn't have anywhere important to go in a hurry, and took out two of the extra-thick sleep diapers for him, cutting slits in the inner one before taping the second diaper up around his waist. "Hey, no fair!" Psudo complained, feeling his thin, avian legs spread so far apart that they'd be useless to stand on thanks to his over padded diaper, but didn't whine any further.
"Oh, hush, you know you love this," Will said, leaning over and nuzzling the heavily diapered owl, who was purring with delight so loud as to fill the entire room, clearly invalidating any argument he might have made to the contrary. After Psudo's pathetic attempts to hop off the changing table failed, unable to bring his knees any closer together than shoulder length, Will took him under the knees and shoulders and lifted the owlet up and over to the nearby open crib, setting him down on the downy sheets and mattress while he hopped over to the dresser, getting out a pair of plastic backed matching onesies, both of them a light baby blue and printed with eggs and little baby cartoon birds. They were the same onesies they had worn together on Will's first night as a hatchling, and many times since. The magpie purred deeply, as he always did, pulling the onesie over Psudo's head and snapping up the crotch around his diaper, which was so thick that it barely fit, then doing the same with his own. The two might actually have been mistaken for actual baby brothers dressed up in their nearly identical outfits, if one were to ignore their individual species, but it was adorable nonetheless.
"Hey, I'm still the big brother," Psudo said, chuckling at the diapered songbird, "Changing table, now. Triple up, buttercup."
"Buttercup?!" the magpie said, pouncing and tickling the immobile owlet silly, "I'll show you buttercup!" and the tussle turned into a full on tickle fight between the two avians, which eventually ended with the lighter, thinner magpie underneath the owl, having wet himself from giggling so much.
Psudo nodded at the changing station, stepping down cautiously, and using the crib bars for balance as he guided the magpie back onto the changing table, unsnapping his onesie and adding an additional two diapers and an absorbent booster between them, amounting to almost six inches of padding. It was almost certainly a huge waste of diapers, but just seeing his little brother helplessly squirming on the changing table made it worth it for Psudo.
"There, now I can't move, are you happy?" the magpie warbled at Psudo, feathers fluffing up.
"What was that you said to me, earlier? Oh, hush, you know you love this," the owl went back to lovingly stroking the black bird's belly and head, then, after a great deal of effort, managed to snap up his onesie around the absurdly thick diaper, "come on, cutie. Bedtime for hatchies."
"What, no playtime tonight?" William said, crossing his arms and pouting, more from the early bedtime than missing playtime.
"Neither of us can walk," Psudo said, only able to stand thanks to supporting himself off whatever objects were nearest him, "it wouldn't be much of a play time!"
"Hmph... I wana play-" he trailed off as Psudo retrieved the magpie's little eagle plushy, and pressed it into his arms, which instantly curled around it in a tight hug, quarrel forgotten.
"There's a good boy," Psudo cooed, and did his best to carry the songbird the four feet between the changing table and the crib's mattress, only skill and experience keeping the two of them from toppling over. Safe in their barred in bed, Will rolled over onto his belly and tried to crawl, which he could just barely manage with the absurd poof between his legs, and, plushy clutched lovingly under one arm, pulled back his side of the bed sheets and crawled underneath, circling around as Psudo went about the room, waddling precariously thanks to the great billowing bulk between his legs, and made all the necessary pre-bedtime arrangements. He turned off the lights, closed the blinds, lit up their butterfly nightlight, walked over to the crib and set himself up to climb up inside.
"Wait, you're forgetting the nature sounds," William said with a chuckle, and nodded over to the MP3 player and speaker stand in the corner.
"Aren't you going in to work, tomorrow?" Psudo asked, looking a little perplexed. He certainly wouldn't be if they left that on all night.
The magpie chirped, blushing red and looking at the owl, "come on, owlet, stop being such a chicken and live a little. I'll call in sick when we come out of it, okay?"
Psudo matched the other avian's flush red cheeks, and nodded, "okay, but no more missing workdays just because you're feeling little, okay?" Will chuckled, and nodded in the affirmative, so Psudo turned on the speakers, which filled the room with soothing nature sounds, loud enough to drown out the noise pollution from the world around them. Psudo and Will, both of whom knew how quickly the subliminal messages laced within the nature sounds could work, hurried back to their places, the magpie scooting over in the crib so that Psudo could hop inside next to him, the owl's concentration already slipping into oblivion as he pulled up their crib bars and locked them in place, getting comfortable in the pillows with a sigh and waiting for bliss to overtake him.
Neither of the avians lasted more than five minutes against the barrage of subliminal messages, their adult minds and cares melting away into the background noise of waves and birds and wind rushing through leaves, broken only by the childish giggling that the two overgrown hatchlings made, crawling over to one another and clumsily preening, instinctively wrapping the crib's thick, playfully printed blanket around themselves as they regressed via hypnotic suggestion, turning back the clock to the carefree days before anything was expected of them.
William and Psudo hooted and warbled into each other’s ears as the messaging quickly unplugged their potty training, and the two babbling infants quickly found even their absurdly thick padding wet. They couldn't talk, and they couldn't really even move more than at a slow crawl, but there was still a bond between them, a bond between two children that had never really grown up, and wanted a temporary escape from the adult world. It was into this tiny escape hatch that they used their limited mobility to crawl into, wrapping themselves in layers of bedding and slowly drifting to sleep, each clutched lovingly in the other's wings.