Just at that moment, I felt a pressure in my butt. Apparently my diaper was about to be used.
"Poopoo time!" I replied.
"Oh, do you need to go poopoo?" my mother asked.
"Yeah!" I answered happily, not knowing where my enthusiasm came from.
"Let's quickly go potty then!" my mother said.
She picked me up and hurried to the bathroom. I didn't really feel like using a potty, I was wearing a diaper and didn't see why I shouldn't use it. Also the urge was pretty intense, so as soon as she put me on the ground next to a potty that looked like a tiny blue plastic toilet, I crouched down and pushed.
"Are you pooping already?" She asked. I nodded to confirm the obvious as I passed a big log, followed by two smaller pieces, creating a small bulge in the diaper and peeing a little at the same time. It felt oddly satisfying.
"Aw. Don't you want to go potty like a big boy? Well, it doesn't matter today, it's time for your bath anyway." my mother said. She didn't really seem concerned or mad - at my age, I was obviously entitled to still use my diaper. She spread a towel on the floor and fetched a box of baby wipes. I readily laid down and put my legs up in the air for my first diaper change in about twelve years. I had no memories of the previous ones, so I wondered what it would feel like. I grabbed my small, soft, chubby feet with my equally chubby hands. My mother ripped the diaper open, releasing a wave of pretty intense stench that she completely ignored - she was obviously used to dealing with my shit and did it quickly and efficiently. She wiped my buttocks, then the area between them and quickly cleaned my tiny genitals with an extra wipe. The used wipes were dropped into the diaper which she folded into a neat little bundle using the sticky tapes. The whole thing was over in about a minute. My mother let me stand up and handed me the folded diaper.
"Could you drop that in the pail, please?" I enthusiastically nodded and scurried over to my room on my tiny feet, suddenly knowing that the pail was where my computer used to be. I opened the heavy lid, using the foot pedal like a big boy and threw my poopy diaper away, glad that I could help my parents with important things like this.
Looking forward to my bath, I returned to the bathroom. My mother was already filling the tub. She had taken off her pants and shirt, probably so I wouldn't splash water all over them. I hugged her soft, warm legs and she picked me up.
"Wait a minute, Jackie, we need water in the tub first." she said, setting me down on the closed toilet lid. Sitting on the throne like a little fat king I watched as she filled the tub with water, adjusting the temperature so it would be just right for me. Then she put me in and I squeaked with joy as the warm water surrounded me. I completely relaxed as my mother carefully poured water over my head and washed my hair with baby shampoo that smelled of strawberries , then thoroughly washed the rest of my body with a soft washcloth. If this was what being a toddler was like, I wanted to stay one forever.