Mitchell's Nighttime Routine

In the gentle glow of his nightlight, Mitchell snuggles into bed with his warm bottle, the comforting ritual marking the end of his day. As he drinks, a sense of calm envelops him, but soon, the quiet is punctuated by a loud fart. With a contented sigh, Mitchell feels his pamper balloon out as he pushes a large load into the seat of it.

Finishing his baba, Mitchell reaches for his beloved teddy bear, pulling it close for a snuggle. The soft fur of the teddy adds to the warmth of the moment, creating a cocoon of comfort. As he nestles deeper into his bed, he takes a moment to sniff the load of poop mushed into the seat of his pamper, finding an odd sense of satisfaction in the familiar scent.

Halfway through the night, his caretaker bro enters the room without a word. With practiced efficiency, he lifts Mitchell's legs, checks the pamper with a quick, impersonal touch. As he feels the rear of Mitchell's loaded pamper, he chuckles to himself—not at Mitchell, but at how adorably innocent the moment is. No conversation, just a quiet moment of endearment. As quickly as he appeared, the caretaker bro walks out, leaving Mitchell alone in the dim light.

As soon as his caretaker bro leaves, Mitchell smiles to himself. He grunts, letting out a loud fart and unloading a second thick load into his cruiser. His eyes drift to the jumbo box of pampers bought just for him, then to his discarded undies in the trash—a silent testament to his new stage of life.

In the morning, Mitchell stands in his shirt and loaded pamper, now wedged up his butt, dancing for his caretaker bro and the other toddlers. Sucking his paci and smiling, he has no issues waiting for a pamper change, content in his own little world.

With a full belly, a full pamper, and his teddy bear by his side, Mitchell drifts off into dreams with a satisfied smile, surrounded by the cozy chaos of his nighttime routine.