The Trickster Trio
Written by SkyBCliffe

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Episode 2: Sandy, Dandy, and Randy

It was a gorgeous sunny day in Duckburg, warm and dry, not a smidge of humidity. The morning sun shone brightly on the city, waking many early out of bed, ready for the day.

Cricket Green arose a tad earlier than the rest of his family. He woke up to the glare of the sun in his eyes, to a Croblins III trailer playing softly on the TV, and to a gurgling in his belly. Not of hunger, but of a demand that he get to a toilet IMMEDIATELY.

Cricket rolled out of bed and hot-footed to the bathroom, planting himself down on the toilet and letting loose, quite a lot. 

He winced and grunted as logs of poop rushed out of his rectum, plopping into the toilet bowl, some of the water splashing back onto his big yellow hiney. Might be the most intense need to go potty he ever felt in a long time. Or at least, since yesterday, with Webby and Sprig, when he had taken his liquid magnesium before departing, leading to an accident in his diaper. And a very fun, mushy, smelly time with his new friends.

He yanked a bunch of squares off of the roll of cheap toilet paper, and wiped himself. It was mushy, but not outright diarrhea. Still solid, mostly. His worries were slightly settled, until he felt something rougher and noticeably less warm all over his bum. It felt like it was dried up, and stuck between his crevices, making the TP squares tear up and become speckled with small bits of brown.

That’s when a thought came to him.

“…Cricket? …Look down.”

He reluctantly glanced down at his underwear, and his eyes widened in terror as he saw it: a cow pie sized pile of smelly poop, all held by the butt of his formerly white undies.

His thoughts went into overdrive as he panicked.

“HOLY TOOT, I CRAPPED MYSELF IN MY SLEEP?! WHY DIDN’T I FEEL IT?!?! IS THE BED STAINED?! Thank goodness that the family didn’t wake before me and smell it. I wonder if Sprig posted anything new on Fensta today.
Geez, it reeks in here. …But it’s so hot.”

After some more wiping, he tiptoed to the bed to examine. Miraculously, the sheets were still clean. …As clean as hotel sheets can be, at least. 

With a sigh of relief, he delicately spilled the pile of poop from his tighty whities into the toilet, and flushed it. All that was left was to get a shower to clean up the…dry areas of his accident. 

But before getting in the standing shower, a glance at his tablet, charging on the bathroom counter, tempted him to check for any updates to Sprig’s page.

He opened Fenstagram, a Duckburg based social platform that he consumes regularly, and found Sprig’s account: PlantarPamperPacker#2. An account that collected and posted pictures and videos of Sprig in Wartwood, pictures and videos of him packing his diapers so full, talking dirty and lewd, sitting on strangers’ faces, posing; all filmed and photographed by tourists with phones. 

It was the very account that enticed him further into loving diapers, in fact the only account he followed. Except for his family’s.

There was nothing new posted as of lately. Such news brought a frown to his face.

He felt that he needed a diaper, but since he didn’t have any with him, he decided to make do with something more unconventional. He put layered wads of the cheap toilet paper all on the inside of a fresh pair of his undies. That, plus his overalls, should be enough for now, until he meets Webby and Sprig later.



Sprig woke up from his deep sleep with a huge full diaper. Nearly as big as his entire body. It made him giggle in both a bashful and lewd amusement, and after a rumble in his tummy, he filled it with more poop, adding another lump or two. Now it was as big as his entire body.

He reached his pink little hand down and rubbed the front of his diaper, getting so close to cumming from that touch alone. Then Polly jumped on him and surprised him. “Hah. Another mushy morning, perv?” She said with a cheeky smirk, making Sprig blush a bit. 

She soon contradicted her own snark by smothering her face on the thick, warm, squishy padding of his massive dirty diaper. Now it was Sprig’s turn to smirk right back. For a moment, at least, before the feeling of his little tadpole sister rubbing her face against his huge poopy diaper aroused him too, both of them panting while Sprig got so close to orgasm, teetering on the edge, until Hop Pop interrupted them. 

“Mornin’, you two! Get your swim clothes on, we’ve got a beach day with the Green’s and McDuck’s today.” Hop Pop said, briefly winking and smirking at Sprig, in a way that told him that he was gonna edge and deny him a lot this week until he decides when to let him finish.

Hop Pop wanted to make Sprig beg him to let him cum. As far as he knew, Sprig was getting no release until he said so.

As far as he knew.



Webby was already awake, having changed out of her Denim Dumper jeans themed diaper that Sprig lent her yesterday, and now examining bathing suits to wear. For beach trips, she had taken to wearing the top of a two piece, and loose fitting swim shorts. Something discreet enough to conceal her diaper. But this time, she wore the entire two piece, the bottom barely fitting over her thick, poofy diaper.

She was about to go out, but she glanced at her pail, seeing the big, balled up, dirty Denim Dumper diaper on top. “Gee…I really packed that one… Sprig would be proud.”

She stepped closer to it, and decided to pick it up and sniff it, feeling repulsed and turned on by the stink, smothering her face into it. A minute later, her door suddenly opened, making her leap back away from her pail.

“Uhh, Webbs? You ready yet?” Louie asked, already wearing his green swim shorts. He had a look of curiosity on his face, like he could almost sense what she was just doing.

“Yeah! Just finished getting ready.” Webby answered a little awkwardly, trying her hardest not to glance towards her diaper pail.

Louie couldn’t help looking at her body. He never saw her wear a bikini bottom over her diaper before. It looked…kind of cute on her, actually. “Alright… Well, the fam’s all waiting in the foyer. Come on down.” He said, closing the door, then stopping halfway to give one last comment. “Empty your pail, by the way. That stinky smell is…j-just empty it.”



The families met together on Duckburg beach for a day of relaxation, fun, and good times. A nice way to unwind for one more day, before more business would follow in the next few days to come.

The beach was fizzling with families and hordes of giddy children, splashing in the ocean, getting slammed and swept up by the waves, coughing at the taste of saltwater, while plenty of the adults were just laid back, getting sunbathed, slurping icy drinks, ogling scantily-dressed bird babes in bikinis and skintight one-pieces.

To some of the three families - mostly just Bill Green, the whole beach humming with activity and sweaty, often inappropriate excursions, just radiated with an unwelcoming, awkward energy. He felt conscious, as if all eyes were on him.

Cricket felt the opposite. That there was a beach waiting to be conquered - and conquer it, he would!

Interrupting his train of thought, a Fenstagram notification from the tablet caught his attention. More than the sound of a familiar motorcycle rolling up in the parking lot.

Oblivious to it, he pulled the tablet out of the beach bag and checked the notification on his lock screen.

“MeanGreenMama96 is in your area.”

Then another one appeared.

“MeanGreenMama96 updated her status: Beaching with the fam today!”

Cricket knew that screen name. And a 180 turn to footsteps behind him confirmed it.

It was his mama, Nancy Green, showing up to surprise the Green family! And to meet the Plantars and McDucks personally.

She strutted across the sand, her bushy red hair flowing in the heavy breeze. She was dressed in a dark blue, snug-fitting one piece, with a pale pink cover-up. “Morning, fam! Where’s my little babies, Ticket and Crilly?” Nancy announced with a beaming grin on her face, elated to be spending time with her young.

“Hehehe, that’s not our names!” Cricket and Tilly said in unison, chortling at their mom’s classic jest.

Nancy snickered as well, having done that joke with them forever, and it never gets old for the three of them. “Haha, I love y’all!” She said happily as she crouched down and hugged her inquisitive daughter and her rascally son. “Ah, gee. That joke never gets old, and I’ve done it since you two were in diapers.”

Cricket tensed up slightly as he heard that, the very mention of diapers getting him anxious and riled up.

Tilly interjected. “Well, technically speaking, Mama, Cricket was in diapers at that time, while I was wearing magenta colored Little Miss Croblin training pants. And looking stunningly grown up in them, if I do say so myself.” She said with a sassy slant of the hip and a swishing hand lightly fluffing her hair. “...And I DO say so myself.” She added with a wink to top it off.

Memories were flooding back for Cricket. Him just filling his diapers without a care, being changed by his Mama, Tilly in those adorable purple Pullups, almost never having an accident in them, and - at the suggestion of Gramma - leaving the rest of the pack to be used years later by Cricket, as hand-me-down training pants. By contrast, he went through them pretty quickly, especially if he was ever on that magnesium medicine of his. Geez, he could feel his little member stirring in his undies at the thought of it all.

The magnesium…

And then a thought popped into Cricket’s noggin. “...Did I drink too much of that stuff yesterday?”



Time passed by, all of them chatting with one another, building a greater bond.

Della and Nancy laid on their respective towels to get tanned. All while sharing stories about their aircraft and motorcycle endeavors.

Huey drummed up a conversation with Hop Pop and Bill about their planting methods and experience, while sharing his own anecdotes in agricultural endeavors when camping with his Woodchuck scout groups.

Dewey, Tilly, and Polly engaged in a water war, splashing waves and shooting squirt guns and toy torpedoes at each other.

Sprig, Webby, and Cricket surprised them from the shore with a water barrage of their own, with battery-powered automatic water rifles. Cricket stayed a few feet away from all of them because he could swear he felt a familiar squishy lump confined inside his pants. Already.

Louie, meanwhile, was just lying on a towel underneath an umbrella, lazing about under the shade, slowly falling into a cozy nap. Much like Alice Green and Bentina Beakley.



Sprig and Cricket went to the men’s room to change, being the last ones to change into their swimwear. As they went into separate stalls, Cricket took off his clothes, getting fully naked. He checked inside his pants, blushing nervously as he found a sizable and sludgy mess of poop all caught by the toilet paper, thankfully only barely staining the inside of his undies and overalls.

“I-I didn’t even feel it come out…”

He must’ve mumbled it with less indistinction than he intended, because after a moment, Sprig inquired in response. “Feel what come out, Cricket? …Did you have an accident?”

Cricket’s nerves tensed up, and he felt so nervous and embarrassed. But, Sprig’s been a great friend since they met yesterday, and he already knows his secret. So he chose to open up. “Yeah… But I don’t know how. I took some Magnet…magic? Some medicine that makes me poop a lot. I drank a glass of it yesterday, and that’s how I pooped my diaper so much then. But I think I took more than I meant to, because…I’m still pottyin’ a lot more today than I usually do.” He said, aiming his undies over the toilet to dump his mud pie into the bowl, then grabbing what cheap toilet paper he could get his hands on to scrub the brown away.

Sprig pulled his swimming shorts up, fitting snugly over his diaper, while he listened, feeling empathetic toward the yellow country boy’s turmoil. “I’m sorry to hear that, buddy. Are you feeling okay?” He asked, offering his consolation.

After some rigorous scrubbing to get his undies dry and mostly clean again, Cricket flushed his load away, then returned his attention to Sprig. “Yeah, I’m okay. This is really hot, don’t get me wrong, now. I’ve jerked off to accident fantasies like this. I just wish I wasn’t goin’ through this while I’m on vacay and constantly surrounded by my family. Y’know?” He answered, thinking out loud.

Sprig nodded, though Cricket couldn’t see it. “Oh, yeah, I get that. When I got my first boner from wearing a full diaper, I was so scared of my family seeing it.” He commiserated.

Cricket felt hurt, admittedly becoming a bit jealous. “But that’s the thing! They accept you! You get to show off and be proud. I…I can’t.”

Sprig felt very awkward and disquieted, recognizing that he overstepped and let his privilege show. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Cricket. I…forget that a little too easily.” He said.

“It’s alright, Sprig.” He replied, a tad dryly. “But seriously, I WISH my family could accept me like yours did.”

Sprig started putting his shirt and shorts into his backpack, when he saw a few spare Denim Dumper diapers of his, and an idea came to him. He grabbed some, and lowered his hand under the stall, offering them to Cricket.

As Cricket was bagging up his clothes the same way, he noticed the extended pink hand, and the three diapers it held. “Sprig?” He asked, grateful and flattered, but confused.

Sprig chuckled softly. “I’d hate for you to stain your overalls any more, if this thing keeps up. So…have these. Really.” He said with a shake of his wrist, insisting that Cricket take the spare diapers. “And if it does keep up, I can give you more tomorrow, but these should tide you over until then.”

“Tomorrow?” Cricket thought to himself. Such a thought, crapping that often, only able to make an estimated three or four diapers last until tomorrow; such a premise…excited him.



After the two diaper lovers left the men’s room, with Cricket hiding two Denim Dumper diapers in his backpack, and one which he wore under his trunks, we pan over to a new car, and new faces. 

The Chatterley family, an eccentric family of squirrels visiting from Table Town, arrived at the beach. Kiff Chatterley, the spritely, young only child of the family, practically leaped out of the car, fidgeting in place as she sipped the last of her large chocolate milkshake while she waited for her mom and dad. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! The ocean BECKONS us, family!”

Kiff’s best blue bunny friend, Barry Buns, checked outside the window of the car, while he was still inside, seeming anxious. “I-It is? It’s waiting for us?! Why?!” He exclaimed, muffled by the closed car door.

Kiff scoffed playfully while she threw her plastic cup into the trash can. “Aw, don’t get your speedo in a twist, Barry, the ocean’s fun! Besides, you conquered your fear of the swimming pool, didn’t ya?” She said, opening her car door to gently guide Barry out by his shaky hand.

As she mentioned it, Barry finally reached back and yanked at his speedo to readjust it, feeling a wedgie riding up between his buns. “Y-Y-Yeah, but that was a pool. Out there, it’s bigger, and deeper, and darker. …There’s beasts in them there oceans.” He said with fearful, squinted eyes.

“Hey, hey, eeeasy, Bar. Easy.” Kiff gently rubbed her hand on his bare back, trying to calm him down. “If you really don’t feel like swimming, you don’t have to. I can swim by myself, and I’m more than happy to build sand castles with you!” She said with a smile, just glad to be with her buddy, even if he wouldn’t join her in the water.

“Sweet! Thanks, Kiff!” Barry said, grateful that Kiff was so understanding. “I wanna build the biggest sand castle yet! My sister has the highest personal record in our family.”

Kiff gently patted him on the back. “Well, I intend to help you beat that record!”

The two giggled in excitement as they grabbed their plastic buckets and shovels and gallivanted off down the boardwalk, while Kiff’s parents eyed them in amusement.

Martin Chatterley chuckled in a soft, admiring titter while he clutched the picnic basket and cooler in his hands. “Oh, to be young. Hey, we should skip like them, hun!”

Beryl Chatterley smirked. “Dear, we’re both grown up.” She said as she hoisted the bag of beach apparel and amenities onto her shoulder. “I would LOVE to skip with you.”

And so they did, the two squirrels trotting merrily hand in hand along the sandy wood of the boardwalk.



Down at the beach, an enormous sandcastle was already in the works, by the hands of Dewey, Polly, Tilly, and Cricket.

Dewey gently scraped his plastic shovel along the sand pillars, flattening out the angles for the walls. “Castle Dewvania is looking pretty rad already, isn’t it?”

Cricket filled his bucket with sand, patting it firmly with his shovel. “Yes, Cricketopia is comin’ along real nice.” He said snidely as he tipped his bucket over to make a pillar, but the sand cracked and spilled out. “…Dang it.”

Polly was digging a moat around the castle with her bare hands. “I think you mean—mmf! Polly Palace.” She said in between grunts as she dug with all the strength her stubby little tadpole arms could muster.

Tilly took her time gently pressing pretty, perfect seashells into the sandy walls of the castle for intricate decoration. “Please, please, everyone. Let’s not get caught up in names.” She said, combing through her pile of shells to find the absolutely flawless, most immaculate shells. “Besides, the title of our sandy estate is obviously Ticket Dewlly Grucktar Manor.”

“Eh?” The three remarked in utter confusion.

Tilly sighed. “It’s our four names, combined.”

It took them a few moments to really understand the fact. “OHH. …Oh.”

They all paused in their work as they heard two sets of footsteps running towards their spot. 

It was Kiff and Barry, panting softly from their skipping stroll across the beach, all the way to the best area for building sand castles, where the sand was not too damp, and not too dry.

Kiff straightened up after dropping her bucket on the ground. “Oh, hi! Is this spot taken?” She asked, one hand on her hip, and the other hand which grasped her shovel resting its wooden rod on her shoulders.

Tilly was first to respond. “Not at all, miss! We already secured the square inch measurements of our seashore estate, so take all the space you need.” She politely answered to the squirrel girl. “But, do mind the moat, please, if you can help it.”

Kiff was already starting to like this girl. “Thanks! I’m Kiff, by the way. And this is my pal, Barry.” She said, gesturing to Barry, who already got a head start on digging up sand and pouring it into his bucket. “Hey there!” He waved and smiled at them.

“Delighted to meet you both!” Tilly said, gently fastening another shell into a sand castle wall, before introducing her present friends.

“That’s my little brother, Cricket,” She said, pointing to Cricket.

Cricket was also digging sand into his bucket, while quietly singing the Barry Cuda tune to himself. “Barry Cuda…woo… Oh? Howdy.”

Tilly continued. “The duck gentleman over here is-” Before Dewey abruptly interrupted and introduced himself for her. 

“Dewey Turbo Duck! Handsomest daredevil this side of Duckburg.” With a sly smirk, he reached his hand out to the squirrel lady for a handshake.

That drew a giggle out of Kiff, who couldn’t help reciprocating, shaking his hand.

Tilly side-eyed Dewey for interrupting her, making him blush softly and go right back to digging up sand, like Cricket. Then she proceeded. “And the little purple tadpole tilling our moat is Polly.” 

Polly popped her head up from the trench. “Sup?” She casually greeted with a brief nod.

Kiff was delighted to meet some potential new friends already. “Nice to meet you guys!”

“You as well, Miss Kiff!” Tilly said with a warm grin.

Once that was done, they all went back to work building their respective sand castles. Ticket Dewlly Grucktar Manor already has a head start, but Kiff and Barry didn’t mind.



Meanwhile, Sprig was playing catch with himself, using a boomerang, before Scrooge tapped him on the shoulder. 

“Sprig? Webby’s still in the ladies’ room. She’s been in there for a while, and when I asked what the matter was, she said she wanted to talk to you.” Scrooge said, a little perplexed as to why his daughter, who perhaps may very well be in emotional distress, would ask for a frog boy friend she only met yesterday, instead of her own dad. “Will you go speak with her, please?” He politely asked.

Sprig nodded kindly. “Yes, sir. I’ll check on her.” He said, shaking Scrooge’s hand, and then darting off to the woman’s room. 

“Thanks, lad!” Scrooge said, glancing at Sprig’s diaper for a moment, noticing how it sagged and dropped slightly. Not from a messing, but from a wetting. After changing many of Webby’s diapers, Scrooge knew how to spot the difference between a soaked diaper and a full diaper. And seeing how Sprig’s wet diaper jostled left and right as he sprinted, it amused him, made him chuckle. “And change your nappy! There’s already enough piddle in the ocean!” He jested, chortling to himself, before returning to Bill and Hop Pop.



Sprig knocked on the little girl’s room door, loudly asking Webby if he could come in. “Hey, Webby! Um…Scrooge told me you wanted to talk to me. May I come in?”

After hearing a solemn “Yes.”, he came in, keeping his eyes closed as he entered, blindly searching for a stall to sit in.

Once he found a stall, he opened his eyes, then turned his attention to Webby. “Hey, Webby. How are you?” He asked softly through the hard walls.

Webby sat on the toilet, her padded rear crinkling against the seat. “I’m okay. Thank you, Sprig. I just needed a few minutes by myself.” She said while she gently rubbed her hand against the front of her diaper through the crotch of her one piece swimsuit. She wasn’t sad, just lost in thought. She both loved and hated what she did with those boys yesterday, and what she did in bed last night. She never enjoyed her full diapers before, ever. And yesterday, she talked like a baby, touched herself through her messy diapers, and just behaved like a duckling completely different from the one that’s been eager to get rid of this diaper soiling curse for the past several months.

Sprig sat on the toilet in his stall, his diaper crinkling and squishing audibly, already soggy in the front from when he peed himself while playing. He stammered awkwardly, trying to make more than small talk with her. “Sooo, uh…is this about yesterday? …How did you feel? And how do you feel about it now?” He timidly asked, waiting a moment, almost ready to cancel that conversation starter out of fear of opening a can of worms.

As Webby stood up from the toilet, finally ready to go outside and play with her friends, she hesitated to answer Sprig’s question. “Well…I’ll be completely honest. I’m still not all that excited by diapers.” She said, though even she knew that that wasn’t the whole truth. “But yesterday was…REALLY fun.” She added, honestly, as she stepped out from the stall.

Sprig couldn’t resist smiling as he heard that, elated that Webby shared his interest in diapered fun, at least on some level. “Heh…well, I’m glad to hear you liked it. Being comfy with it is what’s most important.” He said, standing up from the toilet seat and meeting Webby outside the stall. “Ooh! By the way, did you like the spare Denim Dumper I gave you yesterday?”

Webby blushed softly when she heard him mention that, recalling how she made good use of it. “I-It was great. The jeans look isn’t my style, but I did like the…experience.” She responded shyly, vaguely. The “experience” was her wetting in it plenty of times, messing once before dinner, twice after dinner, once again in bed while she rubbed herself through the soggy, squishy crotch, and messing it a few more times in her sleep. In total, she released 9 messes into her diaper, and she lost count of how many times she wet herself.

Sprig was excited, but a little let down when Webby told him that she did enjoy the feeling, but felt that a jean themed diaper just wasn’t for her. “Ah, that’s fair. But I’m glad you liked it!” He said with a gentle grin. “That brand has way more designs and colors, y’know. I’m sure you’d find something that suits you.”

Webby’s curiosity slowly rose. “Oh? They make more than just jean diapers?”

“Yep!” Sprig nodded. “Wuvs, one of the biggest diaper brands in the world. Heck, I saw that they’ve even got a little store on the pier, with diapers and baby toys and stuff.”

As they both stepped outside of the ladies room, a glance over at the pier confirmed it. Inside the pavilion, there was a small store, titled Wuvs Mart, right between the ice cream parlor and a surf shop.

Suddenly, Webby felt an idea brewing.

Sprig continued. “I’ve seen lots of other diapers Wuvs has made, but I love their jean ones the most.” Then he felt Webby’s hand reach to his, and they both huddled closer, conspiratorially.

Webby whispered a request to him. “Can…can we go there and see what kind of diapers they have? Please?”

Sprig’s face went flush, as he was surprised by Webby asking such a thing, but he smiled and nodded his head, more than up for the task.



They walked up to Scrooge, if at least to quash his concerns about his daughter. “Ahh, lass, there you are! I was getting so worried! Are you alright?” He asked as he knelt down to hug her tightly, lovingly.

“I’m okay, dad, hehe. Just felt a little nervous about people seeing my diaper, that’s all.” Webby said. Technically, she wasn’t lying. Coming out to the beach in her diapers, wearing only the bottom of a two piece swimsuit to just barely cover them, made her feel very flustered and embarrassed. Only a handful of people in Duckburg knew of Scrooge’s daughter’s diaper related ailment, but clearly it wasn’t important enough to become local news; so up until this point, she was safe from the public eye.

With a subtle nod to Sprig, Webby then politely asked, “Say, I’m feeling really hungry for some ice cream. Could Sprig and I go to the pier by ourselves to get some ice cream, please?”

Scrooge stood up and glanced at the pier for a moment, not answering her right away. It seemed calm and slow over there to him, so he didn’t see much wrong with it. “Sure ya can, lass! But stay together, stay safe, and be back in ten minutes. Aye?” He replied kindly but firmly.

“Aye. Thank you so much, dad.” Webby said thankfully, hugging Scrooge by his waist.

“You’re welcome, Webby. Be safe, darling.” Scrooge said as he gently hugged her back, his hand gently petting her soft white hair.

After they each released from the hug, Webby ran over to her beach bag to get her wallet. Next to her towel was the Chatterley’s canopy tent. As she pulled out all the money her wallet held, then tucked it into her swimsuit top, she came face to face with a squirrel girl laying down pieces of a broken plastic shovel, and holding a juice pouch in her hand.

Her impulsive friendliness got the better of her. “Hi! I’m Webby!” She smiled and extended her hand to the squirrel.

Kiff was a bit surprised by the girl duck’s forwardness, but not displeased at all. “Hey, Webby! I’m Kiff!” She shook her hand, not noticing the duck’s diaper at first.

“Bye for now!” Webby said with a wave as she then ran off, meeting with Sprig to go walk to the pier.

It was then that Kiff looked back at the pink frog boy and Webby walking away, and saw the interesting undergarments they were wearing. They looked so much like…diapers.

Taking a long slurp of her juice pouch, she couldn’t fathom why they’d wear diapers, but she didn’t dwell on it for too long. She needed a new shovel.



Sprig snuck Webby away to the pier, walking up the stairs, reaching the massive pavilion. It housed a restaurant which gave cheap but tasty food; a surf shop full of swim clothes, boards, toys, and souvenirs; Wuvs Mart, which had plenty of baby toys, food, and diapers; and an ice cream shop, arguably the best place the pier had to offer.

Webby bit her bill anxiously as she pulled the cash out of her top, flipping through the small stack. It was only $9. “Dang it, that’s not enough.” She muttered in frustration.

Sprig heard that, and felt confused. “Enough for ice cream?” He asked, before recalling why they came here. “Wait, you mean for diapers? I thought you just wanted to look at them.”

Webby nodded, blushing crimson as Sprig asked her that, hoping no one heard it. “Yes, for diapers. I’ve had to wear these medical diapers for months - I think it’s time I got some that I like.”

Just as they were bickering, Kiff showed up, looking to buy a new plastic shovel and bucket. She saw Webby and that pink boy, curiously staring at their diapers again, paying no attention to their argument. The boy’s diaper caught her eye the most, that dark blue diaper that looked like a pair of jeans. And the way it drooped down slightly in the crotch. …Did he use it? Surely he wouldn’t wear a diaper to not use it, right?

Sprig didn’t disagree with Webby’s plan to get diapers. He just wished that she told him beforehand. “Why didn’t you say something before? I have money, I could’ve brought some for you to-”

Webby was quick to retort. “I didn’t think to correct myself at the time, I’ll admit that. But it’s not like we can go back to get your money, because my dad might get suspicious, and…” She trailed off as she noticed Kiff watching her and Sprig.

Kiff just stood there awkwardly, her body clenched tightly, her eyes shifting between Webby and the frog boy. “…Hey.”

Sprig and Webby glanced at each other and shrugged. “Hey, Kiff.” Webby started. “I know we only just met, but if you’ve got any cash to spare, we could really use some help. Regarding some…fashion business.”

That subtle hint told Kiff everything they weren’t saying, giving her goosebumps. She couldn’t place it, but something about seeing kids her age wearing diapers just made her feel something strange. She was all at once confused, flustered, and intrigued. All she could say in response was “…Yeah, okay.”



The three went inside, and Wuvs Mart looked like a baby’s paradise. The walls were painted with softly colored blue skies with clouds and suns. There was a little play area for kids and babies to play in, filled with soft, plushy toys, and brightly colored, solid foam hills and slides for children to climb and play on. The wall-mounted shelves held dozens, even hundreds of diapers and other baby amenities.

Somehow, someway, all three of them felt right at home.

A minute went by, with Sprig giving Webby some sample diapers to try on. While Kiff held the packs and read off each one to Webby, acting as a second opinion for how every diaper looks on her.

Kiff was handed a pack by Sprig. “Alrighty. First, we have Captain Crinklez. Camo diapers in a 25 pack for $22.79. “For your little explorer, soldier, and any adventurous little tyke who doesn’t want a change yet.” Pretty neat!”

Webby pondered on the concept for a moment, while she held the Crinklez sample diaper in her hand. The dark purple camouflage admittedly looked cute, but just didn’t tickle her fancy. “Uhh… It seems like my type, but I prefer camo that ensures I won’t be seen.”

“Eh, I get that.” Kiff shrugged and nodded, agreeing with Webby.

Sprig took the sample diaper from Webby, and the pack from Kiff. “That’s fair, Webby. Just thought I’d offer them.” He said as he set them aside, and then handed Webby a new, different sample diaper, and then handed the pack to Kiff.

Webby stared at the new sample in her hand, gently gracing her thumbs over it. The padding was Sky blue, with cloud decals all over, ranging from plain and puffy white, to light gray and rainy, to dark gray with heavy rain and lightning bolts.

“Here we have…” Kiff said as she read over the packaging. “Thunderpants. In a 14 pack for $13.99. “Wuvs’ strongest, most dependable absorbency. For when your trainee can’t help all the rain and thunder clouds on their chart”… Wait, Sprig, these are training pants.” She said, reading the packaging in confusion, before realizing that these were not diapers.

Sprig realized that he mistook them for diapers. “Oh, geez. My bad.” He awkwardly laughed it off.

Webby glanced over at the package. The assortment of training pants had both afternoon blue sky and sunset orange sky colors and designs, and admittedly looked cute. Even if the rain clouds had a rather cheeky implication that made her blush. “They do look adorable. But, even if they weren’t training pants, I don’t like the idea of wearing something that tells the world “I don’t just have accidents. I have frequent accidents.” Even if it’s true, I’m not interested in advertising it.” She said, not caring that she just divulged that information with Kiff in earshot.

Hearing that fact made Kiff’s cheeks redden, but she didn’t dare ask Webby about it, for fear of offending her.

“Okay, um…” Sprig looked over the packs of diapers he got, having gone through almost all the ones he presumed Webby would like, except for one. He picked up the sample diaper and its pack, handing Webby the sample. “Here’s the last one. It’s a little bland, but maybe you’ll like it.” He said shyly, truly wanting to help Webby enjoy her diapers. He could care less if she did or didn’t find them as arousing as he did. All he wanted was to help her feel comfortable with herself - whether she chose to keep it and live her life, or to proceed with finding a cure for it.

The diaper Sprig handed Webby was indeed a bit more bland. It was smooth, with a creamy shade of pale pink, like a carnation flower. And yet, Webby found herself…drawn to it.

Kiff read the package of the pink diapers. “Here we have a 30 pack of Princess Pantsies. “Pink like cotton candy - and poofy like it, too. And smells ever sweet, so you won’t stink of poo. Princess Pantsies are guaranteed to handle all royal doodies, thanks to Wuvs’ trusty scent guards, cutting-edge absorbency, and strong blowout protection.”

Hearing such promises - minus the mention of poo, which made her cringe - made Webby feel so assured and cared for, making a smile spread across her bill. She just had to try on her sample.

She went into the changing room, taking off her white, blue and yellow lined, somehow still unused medical diaper, letting it fall between her legs to the floor, and scraping it aside with her webbed foot. Then she fastened the pink Princess Pantsies diaper onto herself. The outside was plain, but the pink color was so soothing. And holy DUCK, did the inside feel so good. The interior padding was soft and cushy, pleasantly thick, and contoured to fit comfortably between her legs, which would graciously reduce her waddling.

She walked around, soon walking out of the changing room to let Sprig and Kiff see, feeling the Pantsies crinkle between her legs with every step. It was much lower in volume compared to the medical diaper’s crinkling, and she loved it that way.

Sprig looked up, his eyes widening as he felt so enamored at the sight of Webby in that diaper, especially with how happy she looked. “Wow…”

Webby spun around slowly, looking at herself in the mirror, spreading her legs, even reaching down to gently rubbing her butt and crotch, which made her blush, as well as Kiff. “Hmm…I like it!” She said with a cheery grin. “This is the first time that I’ve ever felt happy with the diaper I’m wearing. I really, really want these.”

Overjoyed to hear her say that, Sprig hopped up and high fived her. “That’s great, Webby! I’m glad we could find the diaper that you like.”

Kiff couldn’t help smiling too, while she lightly brushed her fingers on the package, feeling dust coming off of the plastic wrapping. “Golly, this pack is old. And it’s…hey, these are on clearance today, for only $8.19!”

Webby perked up, her eyes going wide with excitement. “Oooh, I can pay that, I can pay that!” She reached into her top and yanked out the $9.

And then a voice resonated from the counter. “You can pay for all the samples you pulled out?”

A shiver was sent down their spines as they looked over, and saw a muscular, surly male duck staring at both of them incredulously, scolding them. His name tag read Terrance.

Sprig trembled, feeling a nervousness spread through his body, making his heart race and his bladder feel heavy. “Uh, I-I thought those diaper dispensers were giving out free samples, sir. A-And I only took one from each.” He explained apprehensively.

Terrance sighed and softly shook his head. “They are. But we have a strict One Free Sample Per Customer policy, young man. I’m counting three of you, and you most definitely pulled out more than three.”

Sprig seized up in fear, his bladder giving way as he peed himself on accident, making his already soggy diaper grow warmer and squishier. “I-Is that, so? …How does the policy work, sir?”

The clerk could tell that they were getting nervous, so he knelt down, picking up the stray samples off of the floor. “Well, I’m glad you asked.” He replied, his voice taking on a more gentle, almost fatherly approach.

While Terrance elaborated on the supply and demand of the store, the sample policy, and whatnot, Webby and Kiff helped him, picking up the sample diapers from the floor and handing them to him.

“So, is there a punishment of some kind, Mr. Terrance?” Webby asked, handing him the last diaper.

Terrance shook his head and gave a calm, reassuring smile. “Oh, no, nothing serious. All that happens is you have to pay for these.”

Webby bit her bill nervously, clutching her stack of ones in her hand. “H-How much?”

“Well, normally I’d enforce the pack policy in this kind of situation. You pull the sample, you buy the pack.” Terrance answered.

Webby gulped, feeling her stomach turn as anxiety swelled. No way would all of these individual packs amount to anything below $100. She was doomed.

Terrance then continued. “However, your little pink friend managed to take out enough to fill a combo pack.”

Webby’s internal panic came to a halt. “…A combo pack?”

Terrance smiled as he explained. “Yep! A pack of 20 different kinds of Wuvs diapers, all for only $19.99!” His smile faded and a frown formed. “But unfortunately, it’s an exclusive privilege we only provide to premium members.”

Webby’s internal panic started up again.

“Wait, I’m a member!” Sprig said ecstatically, fumbling with his hand as he took his hat off and pulled a card out of it. Blue and yellow, with “Wuvs Premium” on it. “Does that count, sir?”

Webby was, at the same time, not at all surprised that Sprig would have a premium membership to a diaper brand, and yet completely shocked that he was willing to cover this for her.

Terrance’s smile returned. “Works for me! Let me gather these up into a pack, and we’ll send you guys on your way! It’ll just be five minutes.”

Webby’s anxiety returned, as she realized that she hadn’t been keeping track of the time. She looked up at the clock on the wall. It had been almost twenty minutes since they left the beach, and Scrooge was expecting her and Sprig to be back soon. With ice cream.

She leaned over to Kiff. “Five minutes isn’t enough time. I have to be out of here NOW.” She whispered.

Kiff recognized Webby’s anxiety, wanting to help her situation. But they were stuck. “Well, it’s not like we can help him…do it faster…”

And then both of them got the same idea, and eyed Sprig.

As Terrance pulled out the custom packaging, and a small canister of rubber cement, Webby and Kiff knudged Sprig closer to the man, and had him gently poke at his leg. The buff duck looked down at them. “H-Hey, um…any way we can help speed the process along? It’s the least we…I can do, for what I did.” Sprig shyly said, looking down at the floor in shame.

Terrance smiled at their earnestness, nodding and allowing them to help. With eight sets of hands, they held the assortment of diapers in place, deftly folded the packaging over, under, and around, and delicately applied the rubber cement to seal the ends together. Like an official pack of diapers, ready to be sold.

Swiftly, Sprig flashed his membership card to be scanned, proving he was in the system (as one of the youngest members, no less), and Kiff handed over her three $10 bills for the cost of the combo pack, plus tax. Webby assured Sprig that he could have the combo pack if he wanted, because she already found the diapers she wanted.

And once Webby gave over her $9 for the pack of Princess Pantsies, they rushed out of the store with the diaper packs in their hands, panting softly, feeling the chilly ocean breeze blowing through the pavilion, blowing Webby’s hair, Kiff’s tail, and the loose top of Sprig’s hat in the wind.

“Phew…and we’re all fine, now.” Webby said, breathing a deep sigh of relief. Maybe a little too much relief, because she could feel her stomach bubbling, feeling a long overdue mess begging to be unleashed. “Urgh…ohh, this diaper better be good..” She groaned, grabbing her stomach as a rumbling fart sputtered out.

Sprig followed suit, his stomach growling as he could feel a big one coming. “Mmf…o-only one way to find out…just follow my lead.” He said as he shuffled his way beside her, gently holding her hand, guiding her through it like the first time.

Kiff could do nothing but watch, holding the combo pack of Wuvs diapers in her hands. She was in disbelief at what she was seeing, but she couldn’t look away. She didn’t want to look away.

A loud, cacophonous
PHBBLLOOOOORRTTT!!
echoed throughout the dome-like room as Webby and Sprig catastrophically messed their diapers together, the stink intensely wafting through the pavilion, as well as the sounds of the two grunting and whining while their diapers filled and filled, feeling the hot, smelly mush cramming into their padding and pushing up against their privates and into every crevice.

After half of a minute, the pooping ceased, and they both panted, feeling relieved, and aroused. Even Webby, though she would prefer not to admit it.

“Hahh…g-goodness…” Webby said, moaning softly as she let out a small stream of pee while she recovered from letting out such a big mess. She looked down, her face going flush as she saw how much her pretty, pink diaper swelled, growing bulgy in the front, and significantly more so in the back. 

But not a spot of brown could be found. That made her smile. “Haha…these are great!” She laughed, giddy at her new diapers. And then she sniffed the air. “Hm…ohh, but it still reeks! I thought…”

She looked over at Sprig, examining the Pantsies package. …While rubbing the tented front of his diaper. “Apparently the cotton candy smell has an expiration date. Fades out after a year. And since these are vintage? Well…”

Webby slowly shook her head but couldn’t help smirking. “Shameless as ever, huh?” She said, almost chastising Sprig for rubbing himself in public, but honestly, it didn’t surprise her. “But darn… Well, I still got what I wanted.” She brushed it off, happy with her new diapers.

“Did ya, now?”

Webby froze in place as she heard that voice. That Scottish accent. She knew exactly who that was.

Scrooge was sitting at a picnic table, having watched them for the past ten minutes. He initially wanted to confront Webby and Sprig, but seeing their little diaper store errand and fashion show intrigued him.

As well as the subsequent…testing.

He stood up, walking toward them with an inquisitive expression. “What about the ice cream you wanted, Webbigail?” He reminded her.

Webby tripped over her words. “Um…well, I was…wait…” And then she remembered. “Ohh…Sprig? …My stomach gets upset when I eat ice cream.”

Sprig didn’t follow at first, until it clicked. “OH. Oh no.” He stepped back, letting Webby and Scrooge have this conversation with just each other.

“So you knew?” Webby started, nervously.

“That you were up to something? Yes. But I just didn’t know what.” Scrooge answered with a nod. “You came here to get some diapers?”

Webby winced at hearing her father ask her that. “…Yes, dad. I did.” She replied truthfully. “I was getting tired of wearing the hospital diapers.”

Scrooge reached out and gently caressed her shoulder with his hand. “Darling, I would’ve let you get some, if you had only asked me.”

“But…” Webby retorted, embarrassed. “I-I was afraid you would think I was…getting used to this.”

Scrooge’s expression twisted to one of confusion and concern. “How do you mean?”

Webby deeply, shakily exhaled, trying to advance upon what she meant without admitting her secretly growing fetish. “That…that I was getting comfortable with my curse.”

He pressed her, curious. “…Are you?”

She blushed bright red, embarrassed. “No! I…well…a little, yes, but…” She stammered, bowing her head down. “…Is that a bad thing?”

Scrooge fell to his knees, tenderly wrapping his arms around his diapered duckling daughter in a loving hug. “Oh, Webbigail…” He spoke softly, only for her to hear. “Not at all, my dear. If you still want this diaper defecating disease disposed of, you have every right to be as cared for, as loved, and as comfortable as you desire until we sort this all out.”

Webby felt tears beading in her eyes. She softly smiled as she hugged him back, tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whispered, “Mmm…thank you, daddy. Thank you, thank you so much.”

They loosened their grip after a moment, and Webby wiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks, smiling up at Scrooge. 

“Besides!” He added, cheerfully. “These pretty, preppy, pink little pampers suit you so well.” He reached around and gently patted her diapered bottom, feeling it squish and squelch loudly, making her blush and giggle, feeling enamored. “…So, so well…” He muttered softly.

Sprig and Kiff, meanwhile, were off to the side, smiling at the adorable sight before them. “Aww, they’re so precious.” Kiff cooed, tilting her head as she watched the daddy duck and his diapered daughter, while trying not to lean too close to Sprig because of how stinky his huge, dirty diaper was. “Yes…they are.” Sprig nodded, sounding deep in thought, his eyes focused on Scrooge.

But he was distracted by Kiff asking the question she’s been wondering since they met. “So…you and her NEED diapers?”

Sprig turned to her. “Yeah, we do. She and I have this condition where we poop more often, and more, than normal.”

Kiff bit her lip at the thought, clenching her buck tooth over it as she imagined herself using a diaper that much. “Huh…and you two like it?”

Sprig smirked a little as he heard her ask that. He couldn’t help looking down at his own diaper, seeing how his little bulge in the crotch was still hard from the sensation of being submerged in his own warm muck. “Hehe, I absolutely do. And Webby says that she kinda does. But don’t go telling everyone that.” He said while wiggling his hips, feeling his poop squish against his butt and his little cock, making him moan softly, only barely suppressed.

Kiff found the sight so captivating, Sprig getting so excited by his big, smelly diapers. Just watching him, and even smelling him, made her feel like she needed to go, too. She just had to ask. “Can…can I try? Wearing a diaper and…using it?”

Sprig’s eyes popped open in surprise and excitement, eager to welcome a new friend into the diapered lifestyle. “You sure can! Why not try one of the diapers from that pack?” He patted the combo package of diapers beside him.

“Perfect!” Kiff said while she nodded, getting antsy, feeling scared and thrilled, her stomach twisting in knots, making her need to go become more urgent.

Sprig carefully tore a slit in the package, pulling out the first diaper he saw. The Captain Crinklez diaper. As soon as he pulled it out, Kiff quickly snatched it from his hand. Yeah, when you gotta go, you gotta go, and all that. But…it kinda frightened him.

Kiff was speedy in her movements, laying on her back, yanking her watermelon one piece off of her body, opening up the diaper, and trying to put it on herself. But in her need-to-go-potty fueled frustration, she fumbled over and over again. Then she shyly asked, “…Can you help me?”

Sprig blushed. He had never diapered up someone else before, much less changed somebody. But how could he turn down such an offer? “Gladly.” He said, quickly but carefully sliding the diaper under her butt, slipping the base of her thick, bushy squirrel tail into the tail hole, then bringing up the front, and fastening the tapes. “Heh…you look really cute for a first-timer in diapers.” Sprig complimented, almost in a flirting way.

Kiff’s cheeks went tomato red, feeling flustered and flattered, before a tummy grumble returned her attention to the matter at hand. “Agh…mnf…” She pushed, but it wouldn’t come out easily, not with her years of potty training holding her back. “It…i-it’s not coming out of me!”

“Hey, it’s alright. That’s natural.” Sprig said calmly, soothingly, understanding this conundrum intimately. “I know a solution. Go into a squat. I’m gonna rub your belly, and I want you to take deep, slow breaths.” He gently instructed.

Kiff nodded understandingly, standing up from the bench and squatting down, with her hands on her knees. “Okay, go for it.” She said, before a fart squeaked out of her. Frrrt.

Sprig couldn’t help sniffing the air briefly, entranced by a new diapered friend’s stink. “Ahh…alright. Here I go.” He squatted beside her and started gently rubbing his palm and fingers on her stomach in slow, deliberate circles.

Kiff slowly breathed in and out, her lungs filling with the crisp, salty air of the ocean, the sound of the crashing waves helping ease her into a calm state while Sprig rubbed her tummy. “Mmmm…” She moaned softly in contentment. Her bowels were the first dam to break, relaxing enough for the first bit of her own poop to slip out of her and into the awaiting diaper, with much, much more to follow.

With a loud, wet, sloppy
SPLLLRRRTT!
that wasn’t quite as loud but was just as boisterous as her padded peers, Kiff started helplessly pooping herself. Her eyes went wide and her cheeks blushed as she felt it all piling inside her diaper, the tapes being tugged at as the butt of her Wuvs pushed out to accommodate the weight and size of her warm, mushy mess. She let out little grunts and moans that accompanied the crinkling and squelching, and each little toot she let out with every log.

Sprig kept rubbing her belly while he just stared behind Kiff, ogling the squirrel’s diapered bottom as the smelly lump grew, making it more evident that she had just pooped her diaper. His breathing was soft, hitching occasionally, as his arousal grew. And so did hers, but his was more evident, thanks to his twitching tent.

“Nnf…t-that huge chocolate milkshake…was a good idea after all…” She whispered in between huffs and grunts, her bladder giving way and squirting out a big stream of warm, yellow pee, flooding the front of her diaper, while she kept filling it, feeling just like a little baby squirrel.

After what felt like a minute, she stopped peeing and pooping, now fully empty. She sighed, her knees feeling like jelly, wobbling as she started to fall onto Sprig, who held her for support. She was spent. “That…was…awesome.”

Sprig sat her down on the floor, and he sat beside her, both of their big poopy diapers squishing loudly, pushing their poop up to the front of their diapers, smushing right up against their privates, making them blush and moan.

“Ohhh…w-wow…” Kiff stammered, her voice trembling with pleasure as she felt like she just sat in a mud bath.

Sprig’s blush faded and a smirk formed. “I know, right? That’s the best part of this.” He slowly rocked back and forth, biting his lip as he squished his poop even more.

Kiff felt curious watching Sprig do that, so she followed, rocking back and forth. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned loudly, feeling so turned on as she felt her stinky mess coating every nook and cranny. She practically came instantly. “Ahhohh!” Immediately after her cry of ecstasy, she gasped and covered her mouth immediately, blushing a deep shade of red.

Sprig was stunned by her euphoric reaction, but not surprised. “Hehe, I know that’s right. It feels so surprising the first time you do it.”

Kiff’s head was swirling with so many emotions. The one speaking out the most was a feeling of thrill. She felt so gratified by sitting in her own dirty diaper and squishing it around against her bottom and her pussy. She leaned over and told Sprig exactly what she wanted. “I…I want that pack to myself.”



Meanwhile, Cricket was in the ocean, swimming around by himself, his hair sticky and wet from the salty seawater.

Suddenly, a rumble rocked his belly. Thankfully, no one was close by to notice, as he took another dump in his diaper, filling it with another load of poop, bubbles popping up to the surface behind him, while his diaper was concealed by his swim trunks.

His little dick got hard from the sensation and he couldn’t help rubbing himself through his trunks and his squishy diaper. All the while, memories and fantasies flashed in his mind, with thoughts of pampered pals, Webby and Sprig, at both of his sides, keeping his head pinned between their giant poopy diapers.

He started cumming after a minute of rubbing, struggling to hold back his moans, escaping softly through pleasured gasps and huffs.

After that, he swam back to shore, carefully sneaking to the bathroom to change.

“Hey, son! What’s got you walking like that?” His papa called out from beside Tilly’s sand castle.

Cricket smiled wide, nervously. “…Sand!”



Soon, the families all gathered to leave.

Hop Pop was putting dirty plates and cups into his picnic basket, when he saw Sprig walking his way, with Kiff beside him. “There you are, boy. You’ve been gone for a whole half an hour! What happened?” He exclaimed, incensed.

“Sorry, Hop Pop. I snuck off with Webby to get her some diapers she wanted.” Sprig replied, picking up his bag of clothes. “And then I introduced a new friend to my…hobby.” He said subtly as he put his arm around Kiff.

Hop Pop’s eyes widened curiously. “Ohh…okay.” He gave a small, sly smile and winked.

“Hello, sir! I’m Kiff.” She said, waving at him briefly.

“Pleased to meet ya! I’m Hop Pop.” He said, before catching a whiff of Kiff’s dirty diaper. “Heh. Smells like y’all had a fun time.”

A rosy blush arose on Kiff’s cheeks, as she felt bashful. “Yeah, hahah. I even got a pack for myself.” She held up the combo pack with both hands, smiling proudly.

“Ooh, fancy!” Hop Pop complimented.

“Thanks!” She said, before her proud smile faded. “…Speaking of which, can one of you clean me up, please?”

“Oh, sure thing.” Hop Pop said, grabbing the wipes. “You gonna keep those hidden, I’m guessin’?” He asked as she laid on a towel.

“Well…” She scratched the back of her fuzzy head. “I was thinking of showing them to Barry. But, maybe not? He might think it’s too weird. Or gross.” She said, briefly glancing over at Barry, sitting idly on the beach, admiring their sandcastle, Little Old St. Barriff, one last time, before the tide sweeps it away.

“That would be wise.” Hop Pop said with a nod as he wiped her messy crevices clean.

“Yeah, I’d hold off on telling him.” Sprig agreed, handing Kiff her watermelon swimsuit. “I have a sense for folks with funny feelings about diapers, but we can’t always know for sure. And we certainly can’t make everybody love them.” He said, before giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder as she stood up and dressed. “Don’t let that stop you, though!”

“Exactly!” Hop Pop said. “You love them, Kiff. That should be what matters most.”

Kiff felt a rise in confidence from their encouragement. “Ha, you’re right! Thank you, guys!” She said, clutching the diaper pack under her arm, waving goodbye as they started walking away.



The Green family all came back together, gathering their beach gear as well. While the McDucks did the same.

Bentina and Alice’s eyes met as they grabbed their respective towels. “I must say, Alice,” Bentina said, grabbing her towel and wrapping it up. “You were delightful company today.”

Alice smiled as she shook the sand out of her towel, and put it in a bag of other sand-riddled items. “You too, Miss Beakley. I feel like I know you a whole lot more.”

Louie walked past, staring down at his phone. “You both just napped for two hours.” He snarked.

Bill, meanwhile, was gathering the other amenities. “Son, are you sure you’re fine now? I can put some aloe on you, just in case!”

“NO!” Cricket abruptly shouted, desperate to keep his fresh diaper hidden, concealed by his swim shorts. “Uh…n-no, sir! I washed up in the bathroom, cleaned my shorts, put soap on my nooks and crannies, and I don’t feel any itching now. It’s all good!”

Bill sighed, hoisting the beach umbrella over his shoulder. “Phew, that was smart, son! Wow, you’re growin’ up fast.” He said with a smile.

Cricket chuckled, sweat forming on his brow as his Papa couldn’t be further from the truth.



Before leaving, Nancy wanted to meet Webby and Sprig. Cricket hollered for them, calling his two new friends over to meet his mama.

She was rather surprised to see two young kids near her children’s ages, wearing diapers - much less using them.

“Y’know, most kids would feel embarrassed about filling their pants. You’ve certainly got some spunk, kiddo.” Nancy said politely, staying one step back, so as not to breathe in too much of Sprig’s stink.

“Heh, thank you. I’ve got some experience going in front of people. Mostly on the internet.” Sprig said casually, shifting his hips around slightly, enjoying the clean bulk of his new diaper.

Nancy was confused, but curious. “Huh? On the internet?” She asked, looking down at him.

“Yeah! There’s this page on a website called Fenstagram, and they’ve found and posted a lot of videos and pictures of me.” He explained.

This struck a chord for Nancy. For reasons she’d rather not divulge in front of her children. “Well…that’s certainly a way to get famous!” She said, awkwardly.

As the families departed to their hotel and home, Nancy stood alone, deep in thought. She wouldn’t dare admit it out loud, but she felt a nagging curiosity to see that frog boy filling his diapers. And it got the better of her. She pulled out her phone, pulled up Fenstagram, and searched for Sprig. 

Right away, she found the account in question: PlantarPamperPacker#2. 
She scrolled through the page, finding plenty of pictures and videos of the filthy frog. 

“Oh, my stars…” Nancy muttered to herself as she scrolled and scrolled, taking a good long look at each video and picture, the view of Sprig’s massive, ballooning, bulgy dirty diapers filling her with an amusement she hadn’t felt before. Not in a long time, at least.

Then the lifeguard whistle in the distance startled her, reminding her that she had to leave.

She reluctantly reached for the return icon to leave the page and watch no more, and to put her phone in her pocket. But before she could, something in the bio, near the Follow icon, caught her eye.

“One person you know follows this account.”

The End.