dreaming-2015-2
“…OMG. Debbie, I can’t believe you just did that!”
“…Well, Aunt Margaret insisted on diaper-punishing us for a stupid little curfew violation and I resent it…anyway, you’re diaper isn’t exactly clean and dry either now, is it, ‘Piddle Pants’?”
“…Yeah, but that’s not one bit as bad, nor anywhere near as stinky, as what you’ve done in yours, ‘Poo-poo Girl’! And how the heck do you think you’re going to get away with it by hiding under that blanket like that?…the whole room smells like a gosh-darned messy diaper!”
“…Oooohhh…I really am going to get it now, aren’t I?…and this dirty diaper is a bit gross and squishy right now too, though it feels kinda neat to be laying in a nice clean bed and not have to worry about getting it all messed up and everything ‘cause of the diaps and plastic panties, you know?”
“…Well, there’s not much you’re going to be able to do about it now anyway, that’s for sure, ‘cause if you think about it, ‘poopie’ is quite a bit like toothpaste, once it comes out, there’s no way you can put it back in, right?”
“…Thanks a bunch, Pamela, you’re quite the funny little philosopher, aren’t you?”
“…Ha, ha…I do what I can, ‘Potty Pants’…”