A image of my OC Batbayar asking for a diaper change^^
Art by the great:
Background story by me:
In the warm glow of evening within the ger where the little Batbayar lives with his parents, a flickering light from the central stove casts dancing shadows on the curved felt walls, and the soft patter of small toes echoes across the wooden floor. The clingy four-year-old, a bundle of boundless energy, loves nothing more than weaving stories from his picture books into his play, thus turning the cozy space of the ger into a lively realm of galloping horses, soaring eagles and ancient heroes. Clad only in a crinkly diaper and a short red shirt that barely conceals the padding beneath, he darts about, the shirt’s hem brushing his belly button. Pretending to be a mighty eagle gliding over the vast Mongolian steppe, he flaps his arms wildly and toddles eagerly around the low wooden table, still scattered with bowls of dried curd and a steaming pot of suutei tsai from dinner, before, in a wild pursuit of imaginary prey, pouncing with a triumphant laugh on a stray wooden toy horse.
Mid-swoop, as he again circles the low wooden table in a playful dive for an imagined rabbit, he freezes... A sudden trickle begins to flow, surging unexpectedly like a gentle stream that's breaking free and spreading through the diaper's soft lining with a subtle hiss. The fabric swells instantly, growing heavier and warmer against his skin as it absorbs the wetness. He shifts his feet on the floor, the familiar squelch of the saturated padding echoing in his ears, as the diaper sags slightly under the added weight. But Before he can fully grasp the moment, a deeper urge stirs up, heralding an impending, messy surprise.
"Nngh..." his small body tenses, his tummy cramping in a sudden clench, and with a soft, involuntary grunt, a warm, mushy mass pushes out, filling the back of the diaper with a slow, spreading fullness. The soft and mushy texture, presses the already burdened padding to its limits, weighing it down with a noticeable sag.
A faint, earthy scent wafts up, mingling with the smoky air rising from the burning stove and the lingering aroma of dinner and brewed tsai in the air. Batbayar feels his cheeks flush hot. There he stood like a deer in the headlights; slightly bent, his diaper warm and bulging while a tiny dribble of wetness escapes the leg gathers, trailing coolly down his inner thigh in a ticklish trail that makes him shiver. "Uh-oh..." he mumbles abashedly, his voice small as he stands there, legs slightly apart, staring down at the limp, sagging diaper that now feels so heavy and full. He nervously twists his fingers, shifting from foot to foot as the mushy contents shifts with him with each tentative step, creating a warm, squelchy sensation both relieving and yucky. He glances around the inside of the empty ger, knowing his parents are right outside, tending to their evening chores under the fading twilight sky.
"I gotta tell them...", he murmurs, his lower lip poking out in a pout.
Summoning his courage, the little boy shuffles toward the ger's door flap. His bare feet pad softly across the cozy rug before stepping out and meeting the cool, dewy grass of the steppe. The blades, still slightly damp from the evening dew, tickle his soles, sending little chills up his legs as he takes those few careful steps. The diaper crinkles loudly with each wobbly movement, the heavy, mushy load shifting and squishing audibly, prompting him to wince a bit.
“Ama! Aba!” he calls sheepishly, his voice trembling on the gentle breeze as he spots his parents by the firewood pile - his mother, Altantsetseg, stacking branches, and his father, Temuujin, rhythmically scraping a knife along a piece of wood in the fading light of dusk, carving a small wooden horse toy -. Batbayar halts a short distance away, twisting the hem of his red shirt in his hands, eyes downcast but peeking upward through his lashes, while a shy smile tugging at his lips despite the flush on his cheeks.
“I… I had an accident,” he confesses softly. “It’s all wet and yucky. Can you change me, pwease?”