Daddyman @ Home

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And I have become her, placing TwoBert on a toilet every 45 minutes to avoid another incident wherein the boy craps his underpants while astride my shoulders.

You can talk about how you might react if a neck-pooping ever were to happen to you, but I can tell you that you can never really be fully prepared for it. I can save you the details of that slow, expanding warmth, because you can surely conjure them for yourselves, but I'm not afraid to admit I'm a little traumatized.