... you suddenly feel an urge to poop. Of course your baby body starts to push automatically. You continue suckling and swallowing anyway, trying not to let your bodily functions distract you from enjoying Lisa's milk.
"BRRAAAAP!" - with a very audible fart, liquid poop fills your diaper. A lot of poop. "Ah, finally. He didn't go number two for three days." Lisa comments. You aren't done yet, even more of the warm mushy stuff is flowing out of you. Your diaper area is completely covered already, and you're afraid the diaper can't hold any more. You try to concentrate on Lisa's warmth and softness and her delicious milk, but you already feel the mess oozing out of the diaper and into your onesie, your back getting wet with poop. "I'm just a baby, this is perfectly normal" you think to yourself, but you can't help feeling embarrassed. It only gets worse when you feel the diaper giving way around your right leg as well. After a few seconds, Lisa notices. "Shit, the diaper's leaking everywhere!". Now you can't help it - you spit her nipple out and start to cry.
Instead of cuddling and rocking you, Lisa holds you with her arms outstretched - you know she's just trying to protect her clothes from the mess you made, but still you feel slightly offended. You're brought to the cabin's bathroom and Lisa's mother carefully peels your soiled pants off while Lisa holds you. You keep crying, but at least you're trying to make it easier for them by holding your legs still. Lisa's mom unbuttons the soiled onesie, and if this whole mess hadn't happened completely beyond your control, you'd feel bad for her. Now she tries to take it off you without spreading the poop further on your skin, which is pretty hard as the wet stain has spread almost up to your neck. The onesie is pulled over your head and you realize some poop probably ended up in your very short hair. You keep crying while they put you on a changing pad and remove the diaper itself.
You feel cold, dirty and vulnerable, but the crying actually makes you feel better. It's quite an effort, your head is probably all red already, but keeping up the volume distracts you from what's going on a little. After what feels like an eternity, you're finally lifted and held above the bathroom sink, warm water runs over your head and your back as Lisa cleans your body parts one by one carefully with her soft hands and a washcloth. Finally the sink is filled with water. You're done crying and relax, safely held by Lisa's hands in warm water. You're amazed that you're actually small enough for a sink bath. "There, there, Ethan, all nice and clean and happy, aren't you?" Lisa's mother coos. On one hand you're still embarassed she and Lisa have seen you covered in poop, on the other hand you're really thankful she helped to clean you and you decide not to cry when she holds you next time. But should there be a next time? You should really try to turn back, shouldn't you?
Lisa lifts you out of the bath and starts to dry you carefully with a fluffy towel. Maybe you want to stay her baby for a little bit longer, despite things like what just happened? You don't know how to turn back anyway, and even if you knew, could you do it with your baby body? You can't move anywhere, you can't talk, and you're not sure you could even grab and hold something yet.
Lisa's done dressing you and returns to the living room with you over her shoulder. Her long black curls give you an idea and you test your grabbing skills. You find you're actually able to close your fingers around a lock and pull a bit. "Ow! That hurts, darling!" Lisa says and you immediately let go. "Sorry Mommy, but that was necessary for science." you think with a smile. At least you can do some things. But now you're quite tired and a cute little yawn escapes your lips.
"Mom, can you hold him for a moment? I need to use the bathroom." Lisa says and hands you over to her mother. First you don't like the idea, but then you notice she's warm and soft as well, though she smells of perfume rather than breast milk. "You're tired, aren't you? Sleep tight!" she coos, leaning back with you lying on her. She's almost as good a bed as Lisa. Closing your eyes, you drift off to sleep in no time.
You wake up, you're...