A Bad Accident
A BAD ACCIDENT
Zachery laid on his alphabet rug in nothing but a T-Shirt and a Pull-Up, blissfully playing on his tablet and forgetting the world around him. He laid there for hours, shooting spaceships while absorbing the calm melodies of his favorite songs until a sharp twinge broke his concentration.
Zachery paused and sat up as his stomach startled to tingle a little. It wasn't painful, he thought, but fierce. But as the pressure from his stomach grew stronger and stronger in the mere seconds that followed, an insignificant urge he'd felt daily contorted into something totally inescapable. Zachery needed to go, now!
And so, without a moment of trepidation, Zachery stood up and released a large, warm, mushy mess into his diaper. He could feel as the poop rippled across his cheeks, caressing the sides of his legs while the diaper steadily sank lower and lower. He stroked the seat of his pants gently, feeling every bump and groove the poop made in his Pull-Up. It felt so good, he thought. The diaper was so full!
Zachery sat back down, and the poop squished beneath him. It filled every empty corner of that messy diaper until the entire back end was totally covered. It was the best mess in forever, he thought.
The game he was playing, the smooth song that hummed softly like a warm kiss'none of it mattered then. Zachery just laid there for what felt like an eternity, just him and his lovely diaper. And then the door creaked open.
"Hey, bud," Stephanie's soft voice coed from the hallway, "what'cha doin???"
"Playing my game," Zachery said.
She sniffled a couple times then nodded, "Yeah? What else are ya doin???"
He didn't respond; not even a glance. As Stephanie crouched in front of Zachery with that familiar suspecting glower, he knew he had been caught.
"What else is going on, hmm??"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" She smiled, "Are you sure?"
He nodded.
"Did you make a mess in your pants?"
Zachery froze; not out of guilt or some outlandish belief lying could get him out of being changed, but because of the simple fact he didn't want to. He hadn't enough time to enjoy this yet, he thought: to relish in the grand mess he'd undoubtedly made.
"Hmm? Did you poop in your diaper?"
He shook his head.
Stephanie motioned for Zachery to turn around.
"I don't wanna right now," he whined.
"Let me just check, okay?"
Zachery felt Stephanie's soft finger brush against his back as it slid down to the waistband of his diaper, and then she pulled back the plastic. There began a short silence. With the poopy diaper still pulled back, she stared into it, perplexed by the amount he'd made down there in just one sitting.
"Oh yeah, you did!" Stephanie said, releasing his diaper. "That's a lot, too!"
Zachery watched as she rummaged through his dresser, retrieving the essentials like a fresh diaper, baby powder, some wipes and a changing pad. She beckoned him over to his bed, and he begrudgingly followed.
Stephanie undid the straps and slid the diaper off, tossing it. She tenderly wiped all the remanence off of Zachery, ensuring every inch of him was clean before sliding the fresh diaper beneath him.
He remarked on it's pillowy softness, and a faint chill the tapes had to them. It was nice, he thought; a detail often ignored by him that, this time, he appreciated.
"There we go," Stephanie cooed. "All better!"
Zachery smiled. Maybe she was right? Maybe it was better.
Written By: Ghost
Age: 22