Frank. Age 25, Male.

Frank Parks was always a heavy sleeper. He had to get the kind of alarm clocks with the bells on it just so he could get to work on time. He dreamed he had gotten off the city bus he took to work, only for a UPS delivery truck

His legs bent up, kept apart by the padding between them, up to his tummy, knees skimming a baby-blue shirt that snapped over his underwear. Said underwear rubbed against the butt, powder and perfumes keeping the cloudlike padding from chaffing his skin. Frank's body thanked it for its comfiness by emptying itself inside. He didn't even need to push. His pee-pee even went pee-pee in it.

A sunbeam eventually reached his closed eyes and they scrunched to keep them away. His arms stretched up through the bars of his crib. His pacifier fell from his mouth when he yawned. Still half asleep, he pushed himself into a sitting position on his bed. His eyes snapped open at the sensation of his full-diaper, but quickly forgot it when he realized he wasn't in his apartment.

"The fudge?"