Padded Goatdad Misadventures - Stash

For the time being, he couldn’t think of any other places to be. Humming a jaunty tune to himself, he unlocked the door to their home and went inside. His glance briefly flicked into the living room to his left, spotting the couch which had long since been imprinted thanks to him and Toriel’s rather stocky frames. Finding something which could truly match them had proven too difficult, and there’s only so much dieting could fix in this instant.
Standing in the hallway as he looked up the stairs towards their shared bedroom, he started to think about his little secret indulgences. How long as it been since he has really gone for it? Back when they still lived separately, throwing on a diaper and letting that wash over him required a lot less commitment, given he didn’t have to consider anyone else’s presence. But now, with four other people sharing the same roof as him, finding the right moment to let loose like that had proven to be considerably more tricky. The only one who had any knowledge about it was Toriel, and even that proved to be a difficult undertaking to explain – having finally managed to somewhat manage one relationship fallout only to risk another one? But he also knew he was a terrible liar and seeing how she had reached out her hand towards him after the other thing, confessing his little bedroom secret seemed like a lot less of an issue. Just to be on the safe side, however, he took her aside one evening to confess to her. It was a rather bumbling confession, because the moment he tried to put it into words, it truly struck him with how silly the whole thing seemed while at the same time meaning as much to him as it did. He feared he looked like a matchstick with his face radiated from his blushing while trying to explain the grosser aspects of his inclination as cleanly as he could.
Once he had finished and silence had descended upon the kitchen, it felt like an eternity waiting for her response. He dared not even look at her in that moment, because the uncertainty of whether she would accept it or not seemed less painful than to risk seeing a disgusted expression.
To his surprise, however, the first thing she’d eventually was to start laughing. At first he feared that he had really done it this time, but once she had caught herself and wiped the tears from the corner of her eye, she simply replied:
“I sure didn’t expect such a big baby to be moving in with us…”
She then proceeded with more teasing talk, asking if he was wearing outside his home, if he’d ever had an accident actually be an accident rather than rebelling against the toilet, even if he would like her to give him a change. It was definitely not the development he was expecting. But he also couldn’t help but enjoy it a little. Her words didn’t strike him as particularly mocking or derisive – if anything he could feel her wanting to enjoy himself as well. So when all was said and done, he was happy he trusted their bond, however dreadful the lead-up was.
However, the kids were best left in the dark. He still wasn’t ready to have something as simple as the talk about the birds and the bees with them, trying to explain this to them was a whole different issue. Once he briefly considered lying to them if one of them were to notice him wearing suspiciously thick briefs, claiming that holding it in sometimes is a little too difficult, but he decided against it. Not merely because, again, he was bad at straight up telling lies, but also because he just wouldn’t feel right keeping the lie alive, even if it meant that his times to indulge had grown further apart.
Though, what was to stop him now? Other than him, the house was deserted, and it was to stay like this for a while. Best to strike while the iron was hot, right? With firm, regular steps, he ascended to the first floor and slipped into the bedroom, arriving in front of their enormous king sized bed. Bracing himself with a deep breath, he stepped towards the left side and knelt down, pulling out the massive drawer beneath the mattress. At first, all one would see were the thicker blankets for the colder months, but there, deep in the corner, it waited for him – a stash of about two dozen extra large diapers, each about four centimeters thick, a pack of wet wipes and a large can of baby powder, standing there and beckoning  him closer. He ran his finger over the crinkly plastic covering, already picturing himself putting it and wearing it, turning red just at the thought. Next, he would pinch it, watching the fluffy padding give in to the pressure before expanding again once the grip loosened. Already his mind was running wild with possibilities, imagining that cushy feeling wrapped around his loins, losing himself in the comfort of the momentary escape from responsibility and expectations, before sealing the deal by paying the diaper its due. He’d forgotten how long it had been since the last time, and the more he reminded himself of the reality of it, squishing the stack with his big paws only for it to bounce back after the pressure passed, the more he wanted to actually feel it rather than just fantasize about it. The scent of plastic emanating from the drawer did little to inhibit these thoughts, either.
But then he had an idea. Toriel might be gone a little longer due to the parents-teacher conference, but it wouldn’t be that much longer before she got home again. He could hold off for now and make it a cuddly padded couple’s night. They could even pad up each other, if she wanted. His size does fit her perfectly.

So, how to proceed…

>Let’s have some fun on our own – if I’m unlucky, then that conference is going to drag.
>I could just get started now and wait for her to come back… sure she won’t be gone that long?
>We didn’t have much time for just the two of us recently. How about a fully shared experience…