What was that? You made "pushies?" You made "stinkies?" Oh, I think we can do better than that. Don't get all blushy on me, I know what you did. You don't have to sugarcoat it. You pooped your diaper, right?
Yes, sweetheart, there's only one thing that could have made that smell, and I bet that if I just pulled the back of your waistband here and took a peek.. oh my goodness, you REALLY had to go! Pee-yew! Your tummy must have been so rumbly, it must have been flipping around as you desperately tried to hold it in.
You could have used the potty, you know. Waited for me to look away, to waddle off to the bathroom. The door wasn't even locked today. I know you know that. Yeah sure, you obviously would've been punished for trying to use the potty without permission, but a big kid would take a punishment over the sheer humiliation of soiling your pants.
Shh, don't cry, I know this is what you really wanted. You wanted to relinquish control, to feel your cheeks grow hotter as your diaper swells. You wanted Mama to tell you that you're a filthy little potty pants, hm? The embarrassment gets your kiddo parts tingling in your thick, poopy diaper.
It's okay, I know that's what you're desiring, deep down. I suppose we won't have to worry about the potty at all anymore, will we? You just proved to me that you're too small for that. This was a wonderful start, stinky, and now it's going to be your new life.
So you'd better get used to this feeling, kiddo. It's not going away anytime soon.
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