Forrest HalliWell - The Discovery

Prologue

Hi, my name is Forrest and I’m 10 years old. I live in a huge house, 
together with my dad. After I was born, my mother had to go on a trip 
to Europe, together with the American Army. She was supposed to return 
on my 8th birthday, but that never happened. That’s why my dad hired a 
private detective to find my mother.

Part 1

On a beautiful sunny Saturday, I was in the park with my dad. We sat on 
a little bank and enjoyed the sunny weather. Dad said: “This is what I 
call life.” I agreed with him.

Suddenly, we saw our private detective coming over to us. I asked: 
“Have you located her?”

Our private detective said: “Your mother is being captured in the 
basement of the Royal Hotel.”

Immediately, my dad and I went to the Royal Hotel. Our private 
detective came along. When we arrived, we went to the basement and 
released my mom.

“The trip to Europe was a trick,” mom explained, “and the American Army 
had nothing to do with it.”

“I should have known it,” dad said. “My old school rival is still 
jealous, because you loved and married me.”

“That is so not true,” mom said. “You never had a so-called school 
rival. You were behind it, including your so-called private detective.”

Immediately, I began to realize why my dad and the private detective 
were doing so secretly. When they heard that, my fake dad and the so-
called private detective became furious and tried to grab me, but 
because of my superhuman-abilities, I could teleport my mom and myself 
out of the basement. We told everything to the police and they arrest 
the two criminals. Since that moment, I never saw my fake dad anymore.

Part 2

The following Saturday, I woke up at 8 o’clock. I went downstairs and 
noticed that my mom was preparing eggs with bacon as breakfast.

“Good morning,” my mom said. “Why don’t you sit down behind the table.” 
I nodded. When we were finished with eating, both of us took a shower. 
Then, we got our teeth brushed and ourselves dressed.

“Before I forget,” mom said, “I have a surprise for you.” She took me 
to her sleeping room, opened a cupboard and showed me a lot of 
disposable diapers.

“I don’t know what to say,” I said. “Did you buy them for me?”

“Absolutely,” mom said. Right on that moment, I had to poop, so my mom 
quickly undressed me, put a diaper on me and taped it together. Then, I 
squatted down. Before I knew it, I pushed a huge soft-hard piece of 
poop in my diaper. While this happened, the seat of my pants started to 
expand. I kept on pooping in my diaper, for at least 30 seconds.

“I’m finished,” I said.

“That means I have to change you,” mom said, with excitement. After 
throwing the dirty diaper in the trash bag, my mom washed her hands.

“That was a huge BM,” she said, while she put her hand on my shoulder. 
Both of us laughed at this reaction. This whole diaper thing kept on 
happening until my 12th birthday and we all lived happily ever after.