It was the next morning, and I had just had my wet diaper changed by the always-helpful Nurse Ames.
During my party,everyone called me a baby and i had to sit on a baby blanket on the living room floor! Suddenly, a small spurt escaped and then it seemed like Hoover Dam had burst as I flooded my diapers from front to back with warm pee! My bowels no longer hurt, but I felt what I was sure was a huge mess under my pants.
If anything, the second time was better than the first and I spent a lot of time admiring my little marshmallow butt, the puffiness of my diapers and feeling and patting the soft plastic pants before I fell asleep.
As I got out a pencil I looked at Curt, who sat behind me and to the right.
She sprinkled powder all over the places that would soon be once more perpetually covered by diapers, and spread the powder with her hand.
Jim knew that his wife had complete control of him.