Mike’s still in his car seat when he wakes up from his sudden nap. For a moment, he’s not sure why he woke up, since he’s still very tired. Then he feels a pressure in his abdomen that he recognizes.
“Jim, Stacy,” he says around his pacifier. Jim and Stacy look at him. “I’ve gotta go.”
“Go where?” Jim asks. Stacy punches his arm. “Ow!”
“He means he needs to use the bathroom,” Stacy says. Mike squirms. “Think you can hold it?”
“No, not at all!” Mike squeaks nervously. The pressure is building by the second. He desperately wants to avoid using his diaper yet again. He knows he needs to go, he shouldn’t have to go in his pants.
“We’re stuck in traffic, buddy,” Jim sighs.
“Just pull over and take me in a store or something.”
“No can do. We’re at a complete standstill,” Jim says. Mike whines, crossing his legs. “Look, you’ve got a diaper on, just use it.”
“I don’t wanna!”
“Your only choices are to hold it or go in your diaper,” Stacy says. Mike groans. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to use your diaper, either. But we’re stuck.”
“Fine! Don’t say I didn’t warn you. This car’s about to turn into a big stink bomb,” Mike says angrily. Knowing he’ll have to go in his diaper no matter what, Mike switches from holding it in to actively pooping. It takes only a single push for him to empty his bowels with a loud fart. The smell makes Mike’s eyes water. Stacy and Jim grimace. “I warned you!”
“Yeah, you did,” Jim says quietly. “Looks like another messy diaper change is in our future.” Mike lets his bladder loose. A soft hiss sounds. “Not just messy. Wet, too.”