Little May was in her room alone playing with some of her toys. The dark haired little girl was dressed in only a thick diaper, her body mostly bare. She got cold easily, and being nearly naked most of the time didn't help, so there were a couple of blankets around her room as well. A large potty chair shaped like a swan wit handles for her to hang onto was in the corner. The lid was closed, but it smelled of poop. May's life smelled of poop. Her room, even when clean, smelled like poop. May, even when clean, often smelled like poop. Her toys, her blankets, her diapers, her pillows, anything kept around May, before long, would inevitably begin to smell like poop. Worst of all, May's relationship with the rest of her family, smelled like poop.
May was the unfortunate result of her mother cheating on her father. While her Mom, Dad, and older sister Claire all had pale skin and bright blonde hair, May's complexion was an ashy tan color and her hair was smooth and black. May's Mother did love her, a little, but really saw the poor little girl as a mistake, and hated herself more and more if she spent a long time around May. May's father didn't really like her much, and only held a tiny shred of love for her, and only out of obligation. He often went out of his way to humiliate and torment May, taking joy in putting her in bizarre situations and making her cry. Claire was sometimes sympathetic to her little sister May. She would give her hugs and try to make her feel better about being the black sheep of the family, but just as often joined Daddy in mocking and humiliating May.
May went to cuddle with one of her stuffed animals (which all smelt faintly of poop) when the little girl began to uncontrollably mess herself. May awkwardly grimaced as the warm load filled the back of her diaper.
"Oh man..." May groaned.
She dropped her stuffed animal and sighed.
"Another accident." She said, hanging her head in shame.
It was time for her to beg to be cleaned and changed.
May slowly opened the door to her room and stepped out into the hallway. Walking slowly and awkwardly because of her messy diaper, May made her way to the living room where Mom, Dad, and Claire were watching TV. It was some kind of violent show where people drove cars covered in weapons and tried to kill one another. It was one of Dad's favorite shows. The kids were obviously too young to watch it, but Claire got a free pas because she was Daddy's favorite. Oddly, Claire seemed to enjoy it, and, for a little girl, was surprisingly desensitized to violence.
"Well, look who came out of her hole. It's my little poo-poo girl!" Daddy said, smiling like a beast.
May tried to smile back, a gentle cute smile of an innocent little girl. Daddy had noticed her. She tried to be nice and friendly when he noticed her. She dreamed that if she was nice enough to Daddy then one day he might be nice back.
"D... Daddy... I had an accident. Can I please get cleaned up?" May asked.
Daddy scruffed up May's short black hair.
"Well, I guess someone's gotta do it. You really stink." Daddy said, bluntly.
May didn't like being reminded of this. She hung her head in shame. Daddy noticed her response and pushed harder.
"I mean, you always stink a little bit, May, but right now it's extra bad, like the worst you've been in a long time. I could tell the moment you walked in, I thought to myself, 'Wow, what a poopy daughter! She sure does smell like poop!' Damn, you smell!" Daddy said, roasting her like a middle-schooler.
May could feel a know in her throat, like she was ready to cry. Somehow she held on. Daddy patted her shoulder.
"Aw, it's okay, May. Don't be too upset. Not everyone can smell as good as your sister." Daddy said.
Claire's ears lit up.
"Ooh! What do I smell like, Daddy?" Claire asked.
"Sunshine and unicorns, little Princess. Sunshine and unicorns." Daddy said.
Claire squealed with delight. May let out a soft, muffled groan. Mommy was getting tired of this horsing around. She grabbed some wet wipes and a fresh diaper from the closet and started walking toward the rest of the family.
Who changes May's poopy diaper?
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