Poopy Pants Summary: This story is fiction, but if anyone would like to be my mommy and change my diapers, please e-mail me at [email protected] One time I was at my grandmother’s house watching TV when I felt the need to use the bathroom. I was the only one home at the time and didn't feel like getting up to go to the toilet, so I pooped in my pants. I hadn't done this in several years, but it felt good so I sat there in my poo poo pants for a while before dozing off. I woke up about an hour later to find my grandmother sitting on the end of the couch where I fell asleep. She said, “hello baby” and led me to her bedroom without saying anything. I jumped up onto her bed, where she began to take my jeans off. I had not expected this, but it quite a pleasant surprise. I also felt the need to go pee pee and told her of this. She just said, “go ahead and go,” so I emptied my bladder into my poop-filled briefs. After about 10 seconds, grandma asked me if I was done and I said yes. She then proceeded to take off my underwear and began to wipe down my poopy bottom and my peepee. She soothed the whole time my commenting on the status of my underwear saying things like "my o my, baby made a lot of poo poo in his pants." After wiping me off she then put a baby diaper on me (to my surprise, it fit) and let me go watch TV again. About an hour later I needed to poop again and decided to ask grandma if I should go to the potty. She took me into the bathroom and pulled off my pants, leaving me in just my diaper, but instead of telling me to sit on the potty, she told me to go poo right there in front of her. I squatted down and grunted before pushing poo poo in my diaper. She then told me to go back into the living room. 20 or so minutes later, she came in and said "phew, it smells like someone made a stinky" (as if she didn't know before" and took me into her room and changed me again.
Part 2 I had just been put in a new diaper when the doorbell rang at grandma's. It was a lady from her church who came to bring dishes from a dinner. The lady, named Lisa, walked into the bedroom and saw me lying on the bed in a diaper and asked my grandma if she could change me. Grandma said that I had just been changed but she could stay and change my next diaper. I was sitting next to Lisa on the couch when she asked if I wanted to sit on her lap, so I did. After being on Lisa's lap for about 5 minutes, I felt like I had to poop, so I pushed but nothing came out but a toot. Lisa thought I had pooped and pulled the back of my diaper away to find nothing but my bottom. She then asked If I had to go wee-wee and I told her no. She got me a drink of prune juice to make me wet and poop, but I didn't feel like I had to go. Lisa was just about ready to leave when I announced to my grandma that I had to poop. She went out in the driveway and brought Lisa back in so she could see me. Lisa again sat me on her lap waiting for me to fill my diaper. After a minute or two, I felt the urge to go. I began to push and Lisa must have felt the poop come out of my diaper because she began to smile. She had one hand on front of my diaper and I started to pee, which made her smile more. When she did not feel any more pee, she again pulled back my diaper and saw that it was full of poo-poo. She then announced to my grandma, "Someone has shooie britches" and asked where she could change my diaper. Grandma told her that the living room floor would be fine and went to get the supplies. While grandma was in her bedroom, Lisa took my jeans and shirt off, leaving me sitting in just my shirt and diaper. I was sitting up which squished the poop all around my diaper and against my pee-pee. Grandma then came back into the room and laid the changing pad on the floor so Lisa could change me. She undid my diaper and lifted me up, showing the mess I made. She began to wipe my bottom and commented on how glad she was to change my diaper and how messy I was. She wiped off my peepee when I began to poop some more. Lisa noticed this and just covered me up with the used diaper until I finished, when she again wiped my bottom. After she was finished, she put a new diaper on me and asked grandma if I could go over to her house for awhile, to which grandma obliged. In the car on the ride to Lisa's house, I had to pee again and Lisa said she would be happy to change me, so I peed my diaper again. Once we got home, I was expecting for her to just change my diaper, but my pee pee was hard and she said it got in the way, so she began to rub it until I ejaculated, which she wiped up. Before she put a new diaper on me, she took off her shirt leaving her breasts exposed and began to nurse me.