“Please, make me normal,” Ricky begged. “I don’t want to be in a diaper!” Max shook his head again.
“You put me in one, so you get to be in one, too,” Max said.
“But at your age, diapers are normal! They aren’t normal for six-year-olds!”
“Maybe not for most six-year-olds, but they are normal for you.”
“Max!” Ricky whined. His – or rather, her – eyes widened. She could feel warmth spreading through her diaper. “Great! Now I’m peeing!”
“That’s not the only thing you’re doing,” Alissa pointed out. Ricky realized her knees have bent into an instinctive squat. With a loud fart, her bowels emptied into her diaper, filling it with poop. Alissa and Max roared with laughter as Ricky blushed.
Ricky caught sight of something that made her feel a bit better. She pointed at Max.
“You laughed so hard, you peed!” she jeered. Max shrugged.
“I’m three. That’s okay for me to do. And so is this.” Max squatted just like Ricky. He began to grunt loudly, his face turning red with effort. Ricky and Alissa could only watch as the other diaper wearer also pooped, making his diaper sag heavily under him.
“Pee-ew!” Alissa waved a hand in front of her face. “You both stink!”
“Yeah, we have wet and messy diapers,” Ricky snapped. “We need an adult to change us.” Alissa smiled.
“Don’t worry, I know just how to handle that,” she said.