Cupid's Story

Sitting in the lap of the Goddess of Love sat a boy. On his head grew a nest of blonde hair, his eyes shining like peridot, his bare chest healthy and even a little chiseled as a blessing from his divine genetics. On his back sat two feathered wings, its feathers pure as a dove. To a mortal, he may have been no younger than a high schooler. A boy on the cusp of manhood.

But to the gods, he was still not fully-grown. He was ancient compared to the likes of New Amsterdam or the Americas or the Vatican City of Rome, and yet even as he reached his 7th millennium, he has yet to grow out of his adolescents. Gods are an ancient species, and so they age like the very mountains they build.

As per the needs of his age, Cupid was absent of any clothes with the exception of a diaper. With the invention of the disposable diaper (a mortal creation that has not gone unrewarded by the gods), they have dressed their children in diapers until they have become potty-trained. Reflecting his mommy’s heritage as the goddess of love, his diaper was colored varying shades of pastel pink and lavender, the plastic padding on the front stamped with little hearts.

While Cupid loved that his mommy had let him come to the grown-up's meetings, he cared very little with whatever Papaw Jupiter or Auntie Minerva had to say, usually going on about the economics of their offerings or the quota of the weather or whatever minutia the grown-ups talked about. Without a word, he gave the front of his mommy's tunic a light tug, trying to work the strap over her shoulder down her arm before he was able to get to what he was looking for.

Having had many children, Venus's breasts were large and swollen with milk, her nipple hard and leaking slightly. Cupid licked his lips and latched on, enjoying the taste of mommy’s milk as it filled his mouth. Venus only passively looked down as her baby boy before she gently rubbed his back as he fed. As Venus was not always at home, usually tending to her duties as the Goddess of Love and Desire in the mortal realm, Cupid would often be given to a wet-nurse or was fed from a bottle. It was a special treat that this time she could taste his mommy’s milk. Having had mashed ambrosia and nectar, he could safely guarantee that there was nothing sweeter than the taste of mother's love.

"Well," Juno spoke, interrupting Jupiter on a not-so important matter of cosmic merit. "I don't know about all of you, but I think Iris and I could use a small break from all of this humdrum."

Sitting on Juno's knee, there was another goddess, one the same age as Cupid. Another baby brought to the court named Iris. Iris was the youngest child of Jupiter and Juno and she was Cupid's best friend. Her hair was blonde and long, braided into a pair of pigtails . On her shoulders were a pair of wings much like Cupid’s, her feathers fluffy and colorful like a tropical parrot. She wore no shirt, the size of her breasts indicating that she would be very well endowed once she was potty-trained. In her mouth there was a baby blue pacifier that the girl was sucking on, and strapped around her waist was a blue diaper with Rainbow Dash printed on the front. Rainbow Dash was deformed and a tint yellower then it should have been, indicating that she had wet herself and was in need of a new diaper.

The sudden shift in tone and the volume of Memaw Juno's voice surprised Cupid, letting go of his mommy's nipple with a smack.

"An excellent idea," agreed Venus.

The love goddess readjusted the strap of her dress as she stood up. Cupid wrapped his legs around her waist as she readjusted the godling as to hold him better.

"Are you in need of a new diaper, my little cherub?" Asked Venus.

"No, mommy," answered Cupid. "Where are we going?"

"We're going to the nursery so that you can play with your friends. Besides, you are overdo for a diaper change and I'm thinking ahead."

"No I'm not," Cupid denied reflexively.

Almost as if Venus could see into the future, a mild gurgling sound emanated from Cupid's stomach before he felt a pressure in his body undo itself into the seat of his diaper. Venus gave Cupid a knowing smile as Cupid felt the back of his diaper becoming hot and mushy and heavy.