“such a good poopoo you just made,” he cooed. “all done? all done filling your diapers?”
you nodded, as did your stinky little friends. you all laid down diligently with legs in the air, waiting your changes
story: three messy babies
you’ve been sat in a playtime with your baby brother & your friend while everybody’s mommies and daddies played in another room. there were toys and blocks throughout the fenced-in playpen and a baby monitor with a camera in the corner
“c’mon, baby, mess for daddy,” he said. “make poopy for me, let’s see—oh, there you go,” he said with a smile as you let out a “hnnnNNNGH” and unloaded a final huge mess into your pamper with a *fRRRBBTBLOOORT*