I am so pouty that you're putting me in thick, double, disposable diapers. After admitting that I had a pee-pee accident earlier today, and a messy accident in my pull-up at the mall, I quietly admit those are things that do not happen to big girls. Then I explain why it's so embarrassing to be diapered by you - detailing the diaper checks, getting put on the changing table so you can clean me up, and being taped into yet another diaper.

I start fidgeting so you make me turn around to check my diaper. Even though I tell you I. didn't go, I spin around shaking my diaper butt at you. Suddenly, my tummy starts to rumble and my diaper begins to fill up. I'm squatting down with my scrunched up face, pushing it all out while you encourage me. After my tummy is empty, you tell me to sit down causing my diaper to squish all over my bottom.

Even though I'm pouty, I admit that being your babygirl is worth it and that I love being your diaper wearing baby girl. And I pinky promise I'll be best babygirl once you change my stinky diaper.

Messing During Diaper Check

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