Mike was awoken by a putrid smell. His eyes shot open. He sat up, smearing the mess in his diaper all over his butt. Tears sprung to his eyes at the humiliation of pooping himself in his sleep. Judging by the temperature, he’d messed himself quite some time ago. He got out of bed and toddled out of the room, waddling from the load in his diaper.
As Mike made his way to Stacy and Jim’s bedroom, he felt the urge to pee. He was getting changed soon and didn’t want to try to hold it in, so he stopped and squatted for a second, wetting his already messy diaper. A light turned on in a nearby room.
“Mike?” Jim asked, coming out of the room. Still peeing, Mike looked up at him. Apparently, he’d stopped to pee right outside of Jim and Stacy’s bedroom. “I’m guessing you need a change.”
“Yeth,” Mike lisped around his pacifier.
“Just let me know when you’re done,” Jim said. Mike straightened, his bladder empty. “You ready to be changed?” Mike nodded. “Let’s get you in a fresh diaper, then.” Jim brought Mike into the bathroom, where he removed Mike’s diaper, wiped him down, and then taped a fresh diaper on. “I’m betting you feel better now that you’ve emptied the tank.”
“Yeth,” Mike lisped again. Jim chuckled. He ruffled Mike’s hair.
“You’re still pretty sleepy, huh? I’ll tuck you in so you can finish sleeping.” Jim carried Mike out of the bathroom and tucked him into bed. Mike curled up, idly suckling his pacifier again.
When Mike woke up in the morning…