The bus pulls up and Joanne boards it.

As Joanne and the man fed from the woman, she placed her hands on their diapered butts and gave them a reassuring pat. She felt a warm mass push its way into her husband's diaper. He grunted a little, but he paid no mind to it as he kept his feeding.

When they both finished draining her breasts, they both unlatched their lips, licking their lips. The woman patted their back as they both gave a little burp before she rebuttoned her shirt, Joanne put her pacifier back into her mouth.

"Now lets get mommy's little boy changed."

She rustled through her former-purse, now-diaper-bag and pulled out a neatly folded blankie - decorated with Mickey Mouse and all of his friends all over it - and unfolded it out onto the ground. The baby-husband got up off of the bench and laid down on the changing matt, his heavily pregnant mommy-wife struggling to get on her knees in a comfortable position before finding a new, unsoiled diaper. She lifted his shirt and proceeded to blow raspberries on his exposed stomach, the man giggling like a baby. She unstrapped his diaper, revealing his now-hairless private area, his butt caked with poop.

A city bus suddenly stopped in front of the bus-stop and opened its doors.

New friends to play with! Joanne thought with glee.

Without thinking, Joanne walked onto the bus door, much to the confusion of the heaphty black man at the driver's seat. Even in this corner of Florida, he had never seen a grown-ass woman dressed in a sundress and diaper. Joanne turned back to the couple.

"Goodbye mommy," Joanne shouted, her words muffled by the pacifier.

"So long sweetie. Have fun," said the woman before she went back to wiping her husband.