They were inside the slummy apartment of course. Which was probably why the mother hadn't bothered to put a set of pants on the toddler to cover the diaper. Most mothers did that. It was a feeble attempt to hide the aura of shame that came with wearing a disposable diaper. Most mothers were compulsive about hiding the shame of their toddlers - loading on the talcum powder to hide the degrading odor that would inevitably invade the precious pamper at one point or another. If was futile of course. And Brian knew this from first hand experience - having been over his cousin's house on numerous occasions and observing his nephew. The only thing that kept Brain away from him was the fact that despite his pedophilic tendencies, he was hetero sexual by nature. Therefore he craved only girls - albeit mostly infants and toddlers.

He had done his homework on how to obtain this kind of job of course. He had no criminal record - a must in this profession (particularly because he was a male). And he had paid his way through school to obtain his child care certification. Of course he had to fend off the looks of surprise from his classmates and teachers - most of whom were female. Whenever he was questioned about his choice in career, he would dismiss the query by stating that he loved to work with children and that it had been his dream since he was very young. Part of this was true. He DID want to work with children since he was about 10 years old, but only to satisfy his sick and twisted desires. He had found himself frequenting his church nursery right around that tender age - peering inside after all the parents had taken their babies home and the caregiver had gone for the day. On a good day, he would find the ultimate prize in the trash receptacle by the changing table. Sometimes two or three could be found if he was lucky, and an afternoon of sheer bliss would follow as he would sneak them home and masturbate to them - performing all kinds of repulsive acts with his nose, tongue, and penis. ......(cont)