A Supernatural Bond: A PeachyPrinceling One on one

[PaddedPrinceling Joey]

It was an oddity for the world didn't seem so scary for the first time in years. It was just the right size, and it cuddled for him in every possible way. Sam didn't quite understand it, but something was wrong... Whatever it was that hugged him about the waist, it was cold. Damp. Soggy. And the world was only getting into focus for the first time since the sun was down. The young man shifted in place, with a squishy crinkle. He wore what he had the night before, as it had been a late nigh-nights, the denim romper with a sailboat upon its bib, and pale shirt adorned with silly doodles of bugs.

[AllPanicNoDisco]

Dean came into the room, to check on his brother. He was worried about him, as he didn't like to leave him alone, for very long. "Hey, Sammy. I just had to go make a quick phone call, but I'm back now. What'cha need, huh? I know you need somethin'!" Dean said softly, as he sat down, on the bed, beside Sam, and unsnapped his romper, checking his diaper, and finding it wet. "Oh, Sammy, you're wet, bud!" Dean said, as he grabbed a diaper, and supplies, and began to change the wet diaper, into a dry one.

[PaddedPrinceling Joey]

Now, it wasn't such a simple task to go about changing a giant infant: His bottom had been freed of his romper's snaps all about, and it began to lend to the young man more flexibility while his foot reached up to insert his foot into his mouth while his brother went to the challenges of changing the giant babe. The diaper peeled open and his lack of muscle control became apparent, the cool air touching his genitals and spurt of urine came free, and in its process led to the romper itself getting peed slightly upon. It was never simple when it came to Sam's diaper changes, it seemed.

[AllPanicNoDisco]

"Uh-oh, Sammy, you peed on your outfit, buddy!" Dean said, as he removed the wet diaper, and replaced it with a dry one. Dean makes sure it's not too loose or too tight, on Sam, and then throws the wet diaper away. "Now, let's change your clothes, okay?" He asks, as he undresses Sam, and opens the diaper bag, pulling out a baby blue onesie, with little duckies on it, and dressing Sam. "There we go. Now, are you hungry? You wanna bottle?" Dean asked.

[PaddedPrinceling Joey]

When he was finally changed of his wet diaper, the boy had his foot removed for the moment to let his brother lift free the romper from his body. "Ah bah-bee," the boy babbled, a word not even coming to mind in the forefront of his mind. Stripped to naught but his diaper, and redressed in his onesie, the boy was relatively pleased. His tummy hadn't chosen to growl just yet, but then again, it sounded good.

"Num!" the man shouted in glee.

[AllPanicNoDisco]

"Okay, I'll feed you, Sammy." Dean said, as he tied a bib on Sam, and sat down on the bed, manuevering Sam onto his lap, and grabbing his bottle, off the bedside table. Dean places the teat in Sam's mouth, and cradles him, as he feeds him the bottle. Dean lookes down at Sam, and smiles at him.

[PaddedPrinceling Joey]

"Little" Sammy was sitting up upon the bed when his brother settled beside him. Pivoted and maneuvered, the smooth fabric made the transition easy, while his brother leaned him back. Instinct clung, freshly resurfaced from his prior childhood, suckling greedily from his bottle. Sammy, unfortunately, was never quite the clean eater, the formula itself being guzzled, and even a fine quantity of it dribbling down his chin.

[AllPanicNoDisco]

"That's good stuff, huh Sammy?" Dean cooed to his "baby" brother, as he finished feeding him. Dean sat Sam up, and burped him, wiping his mouth, after he had burped. "Alright, you wanna play, now?" Dean asked. Dean gently laid Sam down, on his playmat, so he could play with the dangling toys, above him.

[PaddedPrinceling Joey]

It wasn't a terribly complicated meal. Food was at hand, and soon enough the bottle itself was emptied of naught but air. A squeaking kind of gasp, before he was settled upright and his brother's hands were adjusted to his back. Rubbing and patting... eventually the giant infant burped, though he had remained developed in his regression to the point where spitting up wasn't a common thing nowadays. "Pay! Pay!" Sammy roared happily in his baritone.

Adjusted to the play mat that he kept often, underneath one of the infant gyms sized properly to his own reach. Grasping upward, he slapped gingerly at the toys, awaiting his brother's ever present pleasure.

[AllPanicNoDisco]

Dean smiled, as he watched Sam playing, with the innocence of a little baby. "What's that, Sammy? Is that a lion? Huh?" Dean asked, pointing to the little plush lion dangling from the play gym. Dean rubbed Sam's tummy, knowing that he would soon have a bowel movement.