Emily

The next morning

Emily was somewhat of an early riser. It was an early Saturday morning, but she was already awake — on weekends she'd always be the first to get up. She fixed herself a quick cereal breakfast and ate it in her room while browsing the Internet on her laptop. Her nighttime diaper was very wet—as it always was every morning—but she was in no hurry to get a change. Mom was asleep, anyway. If she were feeling particularly diligent she could take the diaper off, give herself a wipe and put on a pull-up, but she wasn't quite feeling up to it today.

Every day, shortly after she's had her breakfast, it would be time for her morning BM. Today was no different — after browsing for a bit she felt her belly start to ache. Ever since she's started wearing pull-ups her mom would sometimes tell her to try and poop in the toilet. The young girl wasn't too keen on pooping on the toilet, however, and she much preferred to do it in her diaper or pull-up, so her mom still had a good number of poopy diapers to change. Today her mom was still asleep, so with no one to nag at her, she got off her chair, squatted beneath her desk, and gave a push, unloading her morning poop right into her nighttime diaper. The soft, warm mush slowly made its way out into the seat of the diaper behind her, creating a lump; and as even more poop continued coming out the lump expanded further, the mess inside the diaper finding its way into any crevice with free space. Finally, Emily was done pushing. The diaper, made for heavy incontinence, held her mess well, with no signs of giving out. She stood up and, with her hand, gently squished the lump behind her, savouring the warm, mushy texture of the soaked, poopy diaper. Satisfied, she sat herself back down, causing the mess to squish around her butt, much to her delight, and she continued browsing where she had left off earlier.

A couple of hours later mom finally woke up. The first thing that she did was to get her coffee machine going, then she went to check on her daughter.

"Good morning, darling. How are you doing today?" she asked. Immediately after, she caught a whiff of the air and she realised how pointless it was to ask that question because the smell made it clear that Emily was sitting in a very poopy diaper.

Mom sighed silently to herself, knowing that her efforts to entice Emily to use the bathroom has once again resulted in failure — as it has on most other days. She wasn't all too disappointed, however. Deep down, she knew that she didn't mind having to change her young daughter's diapers, even if they were poopy. It was an intimate time that she cherished dearly.

"Honey, do you need a change?" she asked.

"Morning, mom." Emily replied. She glanced down to the front of her diaper, and gave it a gentle squeeze, as though she were giving it a check. She wasn't quite willing to part with her diaper just yet. "Nah, I think I'm good"

"Oh, don't be silly, the smell isn't hiding anything" mom said, with a little bit of mock bemusement. She went over to Emily, tugged at the back of the diaper and looked inside, and it was clear that the diaper was filled.

"Really? You think you're good?" she teased her daughter, while giving the back of the messy diaper a gentle slap. "C'mon, lie down on your bed, you need a change before you stink up the whole house."

Emily pouted a little, but complied nonetheless, and lied down on the bed, making sure to give it another good squish as she landed on her butt.

Mom knew that this change was going to be a very messy operation, so she lifted Emily's legs and placed the changing mat and a fresh diaper underneath, before getting to work. She pulled off the tapes and opened the diaper, revealing the insides of the very poopy diaper. With a sigh and a dry smile, she got to work.

"When did you make this poopy, hon?" asked mom as she began wiping down her daughter's butt.

"Hm... I did it shortly after I woke up, and that was a couple of hours ago, so..." replied Emily.

"Oh honey, you know you can't be sitting in a messy diaper for that long, it's terrible for your skin" said mom. Emily has had quite a number of brushes with nasty diaper rash on her bum, mostly because she's always been too comfortable with sitting in her own mess.

"I know, mom, but hey, you were sleeping and all, and I didn't want to wake you up for a change" she said.

"Or you could use the potty like you're supposed to!" chided her mom, who used her free hand to pinch the side of Emily's thigh, gently enough to assure her daughter that she wasn't actually angry.

"Ow, ow.... okay, I'll try next time. I promise!" Emily said, as her mom continued with the cleanup in silence.

It was a promise that she would go on to break, of course. Perhaps it was still too early for Emily to start using the toilet.