Marshall awoke to a horrible smell. He sat up, smearing the mess in his diaper all over his butt. To his horror, he had used his diaper in the middle of the night. And not just for number one, but for number two as well.
He couldn’t stay in the filthy diaper for a second longer. Marshall began to try to climb down from the crib so he could change himself, but his sagging and full diaper was impeding his movement too much. Frustrated, Marshall removed his diaper. It fell into the crib with a splat.
Now freed of the diaper weighing him down, Marshall was able to climb out of the crib and toddle back over to the changing supplies. Wincing from how gross it was, he wiped himself down and taped a fresh diaper on. He let out a sigh of relief.
Just as he sighed, he felt warmth spread through his fresh diaper. Really? Already? He probably should have use the training potty in the corner before putting on a new diaper, but he wasn’t thinking straight with his bum covered in poop.
As his diaper yellowed, his bowels rumbled loudly. Marshall groaned loudly. He looked over at the training potty. He could remove his diaper, use the training potty, and then avoid pooping himself. But that sounded like a lot of work. And he was going to be throwing this diaper out anyways.
Marshall bent his knees into a squat and pushed. It was incredibly easy to override his potty training, making him feel like he probably didn’t have any potty training left. His bowels emptied into his diaper with a loud fart.
Satisfied, Marshall changed himself yet again. He considered putting some sort of bottoms on over his diaper, but he had a feeling he would need many more changes, and bottoms would only slow that process down. So he grabbed a T-shirt with a picture of a dinosaur on it and slipped it over his head.
Now as dressed as he was going to be, Marshall decided to leave the nursery. There was a small bag that he could carry much easier than the one he currently had full of supplies, so he transferred the necessities from his current bag to the new one. After a moment of thought, he also packed some diapers and wipes into the bag as well.
Marshall grabbed his new bag and exited the nursery. As he walked, he felt a slight dribble into his diaper; apparently he hadn’t fully emptied the tank. He didn’t concern himself with it whatsoever. That sort of thing was exactly why he was wearing a diaper. And anyways, he was on a mission to find…