Sunshine woke Marshall. He sat up and stretched, yawning. As he slowly woke up further, he looked around. For some reason, the crib and everything else seemed bigger than it had last night. He chalked it up to not being able to see things as well in the dark, but when he stood up, his diaper slid off his butt and down to his ankles.
Marshall’s eyes widened. He looked himself over more closely. There was definitely more baby fat on his body than last night. He had gotten even younger! The horror of the realization was enough to cause him to release a spurt of pee, which ran down his legs and onto the now too big diaper.
Thankfully, while Marshall was now clearly a baby, he was still able to escape from the crib, which he did, spreading urine all over. He felt bad about that, but he couldn’t focus on keeping things clean. Right now, he had to get a new diaper and some new clothes and then find Rusty or Christine immediately. If he got much younger, he was going to need someone to take care of him. Honestly, he probably needed an adult as it was.
Marshall somehow managed to find a diaper to fit his new size and tape it on. But he couldn’t be bothered to try to put any sort of bottoms over the diaper. He merely grabbed a T-shirt that said “#1 Diaper Filler” on the front and slipped it on.
Another disturbing discovery was that Marshall couldn’t walk well at all in his new diaper. Without the diaper, it had been difficult enough, but with the new thick diaper spreading his legs apart, walking was a no-go. He would have to crawl. Marshall crawled over to the door. To his surprise, the door was ajar. He thought he’d closed it last night.
Marshall crawled out of the nursery. Promptly, he was picked up.
“Good morning, cutie,” cooed the maid that was now holding him. She tickled his tummy, making him giggle. “I’ll have to inform Lady Christine that you’re awake.” The maid blew a raspberry on his tummy. Marshall laughed even harder. Accompanied by the laugh was a loud fart. A sudden hot, sticky mess filled Marshall’s diaper. Shocked by messing himself, Marshall burst into tears. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll take care of that nasty dirty diapy right away!”
The maid brought Marshall back into the nursery and laid him down on the changing table. Marshall began to squirm, uncomfortable. The maid handed him a toy, which distracted him from the diaper change. His tummy then rumbled. Upset, Marshall cried again.
“Aw, hungry little boy!” the maid cooed. “Good thing I came prepared!” She pulled a baby bottle full of formula out of her pocket and popped the nipple into Marshall’s mouth. Marshall began to drink greedily. The maid then picked Marshall up. “All right, let’s go see Lady Christine!”