Smothering Diaper Change

I was sitting on the toilet bowl. The seat was up, but it didn’t matter. The barbie print diaper I was wearing was sopping wet and the seat was heavy with shit. I had to lean forward to keep the diaper from drooping down into the water. Parts of the diaper were stuck to my skin by dry shit.

My asshole was still sore form the pounding it took from my cousin and his friend. My tears were dried up but my eyes still felt red and puffy. The smell of my messy diaper filled the bathroom. I wanted to take it off. I wanted to be in a clean pair of Fruit of the Loom underwear like a normal nine year old.

Through the bathroom door I could hear my Aunt Fox yelling at my Cousin Pig.

“So you just let him shit himself??!!” she screamed in a drunken rage.

“Fuck” Pig responded “He’s not my responsibility!”

“The entire trailer smells like shit! You worthless piece of cock!”

“Screw this! I’m outta here.” I heard the trailer door slam shut.

“I shoulda aborted you!” she yelled after him.

I heard her storm down the hall toward the bathroom. I braced myself for her entry, but instead she passed by and went straight into the kitchen. She opened a can of beer with a hiss and stomped back into the living room.

The TV turned on.

“Mouse! Get your stinkin ass the fuck out here!” She yelled. I nearly jumped off the toilet my heart pumping. I slowly opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the living room. The diaper hung down low between my thighs forcing me to waddle slightly. The crotch of the diaper swung heavily whenever it had the chance.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Look at you. You like being a fucking baby, don’t you?!”

“uhh. no…. no. I…”

“Shut your fucking trap.” She finished the beer in one draw and then threw the can at me. I ducked out of its way and it bounced off the wall.