Title: Koala Kare
Author: Shadey Grey
Story Codes: Mg, g(2), Cons, mast, preteen, toddler, pedo
Synopsis: Claudia and her father love to go shopping during the
day. The best part, they both know, isn't buying clothes,
however. Their favorite part is getting to play on the Koala
Kare, the baby changing station.

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	The small town mall was quiet. On a weekday, during the school
year, during lunchtime. The bustle of department stores had
calmed down, not yet close to the afternoon flow of mothers and
retired folk making their last minute purchases before the buses
headed towards home. This was my favorite time to shop. So few
employees or fellow consumers to get past. Because of this, it
was also Claudia's favorite time to check out the racks.
	My lovely cherubian beauty would sneak inside the circular racks
and hide, then pop her face out to give me a cheeky grin, proudly
displaying two rows of tiny teeth. And then, right back in again.
Her antics, I had found on previous trips, had annoyed other
customers-- especially when she would leap out to give them her
best dinosaur impression. I didn't have the heart to tell her to
stop having fun. Besides, it gave me time to pick up what I
needed without worrying about trying to entertain her. Trying to
figure out what size sports jacket you fit into while carting a 2
year old around is not an easy task!
	But, with a little encouragement and an empty men's business
section, a girl like her can have oodles of fun. Suddenly, I am
able to get done in only a few minutes what would have otherwise
took twenty. And when I call her back to me, she always comes. A
rosy-cheeked baby girl with her little hand extended out to me to
take my hand hurried back to me, in a flurry of flower print
sundress and light-up sandals. The light, cotton material dangles
at her knees, spread out a bit by the edges of her diaper.
Claudia was the light of my life. I was blessed to be able to
raise her myself.
	The look I always got at the checkout lines was sweet. Little
old ladies working department store counters were so struck by
the idea of a house-husband, the man raising the kids for once.
	“Did you find everything alright, sir?” the latina woman asked
me as I laid my new suit out on the counter for her.
	“I think I did,” I said, though my eyes were on my daughter, who
was spinning in place like a ballerina with my finger on her
head. Her little dress floated on the air like a real dancer.
	The woman smiled. “She's a beautiful girl. Such nice hair. How
old is she?”
	“Hey, Claudia? How old are you?”
	With pride, my baby stopped on a dime, legs spread wide.
Thrusting her arm up and out, she pointed two fingers to the
counter.
	The lady laughed. “Such a sweet heart.”
	We rung out quickly, with a little bit of candy for my whirling
dervish of a daughter and some coupons for next time. As I took
the bag for my suit, I glanced about, looking for a sign, then
turned back. “Excuse me, Miss. Is there a bathroom around here
somewhere?”
	“Oh, yes, there is one back in the men's section that way...”
The woman paused, then shook her head. “Or you could go down into
the ladies section and there is one with a spot for the little
one too. You can use it.” The woman shrugged, as if trying to
think of the word she was looking for. “Its, uh... for both, you
know.” She nodded to my daughter.
	“Thank you,” I said, taking up Claudia's hand again.
	“Not a problem! You two have a good day now! Bye!”
	I took off down towards the ladies section.

	It took a bit of searching, but I found what the cashier was
telling me about. It was a bathroom labeled “unisex”. They were
mostly for moms with little boys, but the occasional little girl
and her daddy would make use of them too, if they could find
them. Quiet, hidden off to the side, these were my favorite
bathrooms. I liked my privacy and I wanted my daughter to have
that same privacy whether she felt she needed it or not. Since
they were only designed for one person (or one person and their
child), the lock on the door sold them to me.
	I took the handle and pulled. I was always afraid to try and
yank on a locked door, but this one was open. No surprise. There
were maybe four other people in the store, none of which had kids
young enough to need the room. Pushing the heavy wooden door
open, I corralled Claudia with my legs into the bathroom and let
the door ride my butt all the way closed.
	Instantly, the smells of the room hit you. The unisex bathroom
is always the cleanest in these places. More noticeable, however,
is the smell of baby wipes and powder, a fragrance that I never
could get over. It always put me at ease. It reminded me of my
girl and how much I loved her. How I wished she never had to grow
up.
	A mirror and sink sat on one wall, big enough to see half of the
room back. Next to that sat one toilet, sized a little lower than
most, and the bars for folks in wheel chairs to use. All of it
sparkled, like it had never been used before. When I walked into
normal men's rooms, I found myself disgusted after getting so
used to these dual-purpose bathrooms. Who would ever want to go
back to that sort of place after being in these?
	Though being something of a bathroom connoisseur is a little
embarrassing, I do have to admit that I have a favorite public
bathroom feature: the changing station. Koala Kares are the best.
Most are some plastic material, not sure what. They fold down
from the wall and make cradle for changing whoever your little
angel is. There are different kinds out there, but the premise is
the same. I never liked changing my daughter is front of other
people, nor did I like doing it on the floor of some nasty
restroom. The Koala Kare has also become my daughter's favorite
bathroom feature.
	As I draped my new suit over the sink and slid off my backpack,
she had already begun about it. “Da-Dee! Da-Dee! Koawa!” Her two
little hands drummed against the bottom of it, which she could
barely reach. It was beginning to become a ritual for us, one
that I certainly did not complain about.
	“I know, baby. Just wait a second and I'll be right there.” The
backpack contained her diapers and other materials. Claudia's
mom, worried about her not getting potty trained yet, but she
didn't have the attention span for it, I felt. Not most of the
time, anyway. Besides, I was more than happy to continue changing
her for another few months. I ruffled through the bag, making
sure I had any and all necessary supplies at the ready.
	I scooted over and drew my girl away from the wall. The cartoon
mammals were cuddling on the front. Hanging out of the top of
this one was a strap and part of a buckle. I pulled the station
door open, laying it flat. The cradle was just a slope in the
surface, designed to let them roll a little or keep them from
tumbling off. But this one also had a restraint to go across the
stomach to stop them from trying to leap off. I put down one of
the station sheets across the bottom, designed to catch any mess.

	“Are you ready to go Koala Kare?” I asked her in my mommy voice.
	“Yea!” she said, throwing up her arms.
	I pulled her up by her arm pits, making a silly, strained noise,
like she was almost too heavy. I plopped her butt on the edge of
the station and gave her a kiss on the cheek. That elicited a
volley of giggles from her. Underneath her, I could hear the
rustling of the plastic diaper as she clapped and laughed. Her
happiness just enthralled me so much.
	With the loving care only a parent could have, I cradled her
head and neck as I laid her down on the station. Her little body
fit perfectly into the curve of it. Her little legs curled up and
she kicked them about, mesmerized by her sandals. I pulled her
feet up close to her face and made them clap, drawing out another
giggle, then pulled them back down to the station.
	When I was a new father, I thought the idea of having to
restrain your kid on one of these things was silly, for parents
not paying attention. But there was something nice about not
having to worry about how much your kid flailed as you changed
them. So I drew the strap across her tummy, but slid it up closer
to her chest before snapping it in.
	I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them again, Claudia,
my sweet little two year old girl, lay strapped down on a table.
Her legs kicked a little, but she wasn't uncomfortable. Each
little tug of her leg hiked the hem of her dress up a little,
revealing a little more of the plush diaper underneath.
Everything about her, from the blonde head of hair to the
squirming tiny toes, I loved. I didn't know what it was, but her
on a changing station was extra special for me.
	“You are so beautiful, baby,” I whispered, stroking her cheek,
then down to her lips. “I love you so much.” I traced down to her
neck. It was addictingly soft. Not a single imperfection. My hand
followed down to her shoulder. Every bit of her was cushioned by
baby fat, soft muscle barely developed. My finger drew one of her
sundress straps down her arm, then the other. I peeled away the
top of it, down to the strap. Her flat little chest rose and
fell. I could have watched it for hours.
	Claudia had calmed down under my touch. Her peace was my
clearance.
	I turned towards the other side of her, where tulips and
sunflowers were bunched up around cartoon-character-covered
pampers. Taking the bunch, I pulled the flimsy material up to the
strap, revealing the vision of my baby in her diaper. Two skinny,
smooth little legs poking out of the plump encasing around my
daughter. Her belly pushed out against the top of it, her innie
belly button serving as a depth marker on her. That trapped
bottom wiggled, testing where it could go.
	My big hand laid across the front of her diaper. Gently, I
squeezed it, pressing in. The scent of my child, all soaps and
powders, tickled my senses. I was running out of patience. Taking
the two tape-like tags on the front of her, I pulled them free
and broke the seal.
	Like the opening of the gates of heaven, it seemed as if Claudia
glowed as she was revealed. The slope of her belly led down to
the puffy, pristine little pussy. It was clean, just as I knew it
was. Her skin was the color of sand against the white and blue of
the diaper, my favorite summer getaway. Each little twist from
her pushed out her lips, squeezing and releasing them in response
to the fresh air on her sensitive spot.
	Drawing my hand down her stomach, I let my fingers cup her
pussy, gently squeezing the malleable flesh there. Even when I
did nothing, her little crotch wiggled. Slowly, I began to ride
her wiggles, adding my own strokes in. Her bald body rocked
against me, accompanied only by my breathing and little coos. As
she found her rhythm, I leaned forward and kissed her chest.
Taking a sweet inhale of her, I took her baby breast into my
mouth, suckling on the underdeveloped nipple there. I flicked my
tongue across it, twirling it about like a fine wine.
	My free hand tugged free the button of my jeans. In moments, my
pants and boxers were open. I was already rock hard. Gripping my
cock, I began to jack off in earnest.
	A pinkie finger was ever so gently sliding in between Claudia's
baby lips, finding a yet smoother, more velvety flesh inside.
Even for my smallest of fingers, her love canal was off limits,
though I often circled the rim of it. Instead, I curled upwards,
finding the tiniest, hooded nubbin and tickled it. Each brush
caused her to jump and giggle. Watching my piglet squirm on the
changing table thrilled me, but hearing her laugh is what really
got me going.
	My kisses crawled all over her, from her chest to her cheeks to
her legs. Kisses quickly turned into licks, especially into her
belly button. All along, I kept teasing her hood, which swelled
as much as a little baby's could. Claudia's pudgy little limbs
waved and twisted in delight, lightly drumming on the plastic
surface underneath her, held still only by the belt strap.
	I could feel an orgasm building. Urgently, I dived forward.
Spreading Claudia's lips as wide as I could with one hand, I
clasped my mouth tightly over her mound, lapping desperately into
her inner lips. I strummed the folds of her juicy pussy and
stroked the inflated nub. I jacked myself hard and fast, groaning
into her twat. Drowning in my little daughter, I lost control.
	Volley after volley of cum splattered across the underside of
the Koala Kare, covering the diapered marsupial's face. I
practically yelled into my girl's open cunt as I throttled her
clitoris. Claudia's thighs squeezed my cheeks and arched her
back, the universal signs of a girl rutting in pleasure. As she
settled back down, I unlocked my face from her and looked upon
the dripping, delicious flower. As if closing a favorite book, I
eased my toddler's pussy closed again, letting it be a simple
crease of flesh once more.
	I took great care to tuck away my cock, keep the fluids from
her. I always reassured myself that I wasn't molesting my baby
girl; I merely gave her what she wanted. I didn't need to scare
her with big hairy dicks. Claudia was quiet when I finished with
her and laid limp. It made it easy to wrap her back up in her old
diaper.
	In a few minutes, she was free of her favorite changing table
and dressed. I had latched up the table, wiped it down, and
flushed the mess. Cleaning up her dress and picking her up, the
two of us were out of there in less than ten minutes.
	I came back around to the front of the store, back where we
checked out. With one hand full of toddler and the other with
store bags, I felt like a pack horse. As I walked out, I heard a
familiar voice. “All tuckered out from a busy day, huh?”
	The latina woman behind the counter said it, and pointed to my
shoulder. Claudia was out cold, resting her cheek on my chest. I
nodded to her silently with a smile and hurried out.

Fin

Author's Notes: I wrote this story because I have always wanted
to have a use for a Koala Kare. Every time I pass by one, I like
to open it up. Not sure what my obsession has always been with
them, but it seemed like an original idea to use one in a story.