Casper, feeling the tender comfort of his step-mommy's arms, began to nurse, finding solace and nourishment in the embrace. As he drank from his step-mommy's loving source, he felt a familiar rumble in his tummy. He knew what it meant; he needed to go stinky.

With wide eyes, Casper paused his breastfeeding and glanced up at his step-mommy. Soft, attuned to her little’s needs, looked down and noticed the subtle shift in his expression. She gently stroked his soft, golden hair and asked, "Do you need to go potty, my darling?"

Casper, having trouble getting his words out, wri...

Casper, feeling the tender comfort of his step-mommy's arms, began to nurse, finding solace and nourishment in the embrace. As he drank from his step-mommy's loving source, he felt a familiar rumble in his tummy. He knew what it meant; he needed to go stinky.

With wide eyes, Casper paused his breastfeeding and glanced up at his step-mommy. Soft, attuned to her little’s needs, looked down and noticed the subtle shift in his expression. She gently stroked his soft, golden hair and asked, "Do you need to go potty, my darling?"

Casper, having trouble getting his words out, wriggled in her lap, making adorable little grunts and pointing toward his diaper. Soft understood his message and smiled.

Casper carefully adjusted in her lap, allowing him the freedom to sit up and do his business. Casper, feeling the urge growing stronger, pushed and strained, making the most determined little face. And there it was—a soft mess filled his already damp diaper.

Using his tiny hands, Casper instinctively reached back to grab the edges of his diaper, making room for his little creation and filling the snug seat of his diaper even more.

Once Casper had finished his task, he settled back into his step-mommy's lap, feeling a sense of contentment and accomplishment. He resumed breastfeeding, the rhythmic suckling providing him with both nourishment and comfort.