This choice: You have to poop really bad! • Go Back...Chapter #8First Dirty Diaper! by: Baby Tai   Your stomach growls angrily as you feel the pressure in your bowels increase. You jump up from your seated position and try to clamp your butt-cheeks as tight as you can. Terrell watches in amusement as you try to hold it in.
"Come on dude, just let it happen," he encourages. You grunt one last time as you bend over slightly, your bowels release and everything evacuates in a series of muffled farts. You whimper slightly as you feel the weight of the now soiled diaper. Terrell on the other hand whistles with reverence. "Wow dude, I've seen loads of people soil their diaper but none quite like that." That only serves to make you cry more, making Terrell wince with regret, he wraps and arm around your neck and pulls you into a sort of half hug. "What I mean to say is you've got a natural talent for this, the people here are going to love you."
"You think so?" You ask, this was just weird, in what messed up fantasy do people praise soiling diapers?
"I know so," Terrell replies, now holding you in a full hug. "Come on, quit your crying and lets get you out of that diaper, it stinks." Terrell leads you to the table and tells you to sit down. "The guy should be here to changed the diapers any second now." As if on cue a bell sounded and almost all the other teens in the room walked towards the changing tables, there were ten tables and twenty teens, so some of them had to wait behind another one, Terrell was waiting next to the table you were on. Several men walked into the room and each made their way to one of the changing tables, luckily you were one of the first. You didn't recognise any of the men and the stranger who stalked you wasn't there.
"Are you sure we can't change ourselves?" You ask, having second thoughts about a complete stranger in a suit changing your diaper.
"Relax, it's perfectly fine," Terrell reassures, stroking your hair soothingly, "you'll have to get used to it." After your diaper was changed Terrell jumps onto the table to get changed. You wait with your face bright red as a tall man you've never seen before had just cleaned your dirty butt and diapered you. After all the boys were changed the man exited the room. "Diaper changes happen three times a day," Terrell informed, "so, how does the new diaper feel?" You poke at it and try to stop blushing deep red.
"It's nice," you reply, "but I have to ask..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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