As he waddled out of the pool, Zachary’s four-year-old head was swimming in bliss, he didn’t even know where he was going, nor did he care, much too caught up in his idyllic fantasy romance with his dream girl. It certainly didn’t phase him how he had just pooped himself, the warm and smelly mess weighing down his sagging swim diaper, the stink following him wherever he went. To him this was all completely normal, he was so wrapped up in his own pleasure. Although this probably wasn’t what he expected or even wanted when he came to the island, it certainly seemed it was his fantasy now, now occupying all of his thoughts.
Of course he was so distracted by the haze, he wasn’t even paying attention to where he was going or who he was with, just giggling as he waddled around aimlessly. He didn’t even notice Monica was no longer following him, in fact it seemed as though she had completely disappeared. Even still, he kept babbling in baby talk about how much he loved her, imagining he was still talking to her, “I wubboo Monnie, I wubboo, I wubbo sho much, I wubboo…” He buzzed his lips and flapped his arms, feeling so carefree and lightheaded. Drool ran down his lips, but he didn’t even care as he was so absorbed in the fantasy romance.
Somehow he found himself in a changing room, having apparently toddled here in his daze, only vaguely aware of it. “Mmm, wat ‘dis pwace Monnie?” Zachary giggled as he looked around, picking his nose again, pulling out a finger covered in green snot that he began to suck on. “I’dis youw woom?” He said, glancing up at the tall lockers. “Hehe, I wuv youw woom Monnie, I wubboo, I wubboo, I wub…” Though suddenly he began to feel more pressure in his chubby belly. He grunted as he bent over, sticking his thumb into his salivating mouth as he began to push. A small fart squeaked out, making him giggle once more, accompanied by him pushing more mush into his already filled swim diaper, only adding to his unusual feelings of affection. “Nngh, mmph, I makin’ mow poopies…” He childishly laughed as his swim diaper sagged further, “I make biiiiig pushies...mmph, in youw woom, I wubboo…” As he finished relieving himself, urine began to trickle from his baby dick, puddling on the floor as he clapped, “Uh-oh! I poo-poo’d my diapoohs agawin!” Zachary proudly announced, shaking his drooping backside with a dumb grin, “I makin’ da’ biiiibbest poo-poos evah’ ‘n ‘da wowld, eheheh.” Something about messing himself in front of his perceived lover felt strangely exciting to him. Like he was bragging about it to impress her and earn her affection. “I wuv poopies, makin’ bib poopies fow yew Monnie, poopin’ ‘n youw woom. I wubboo. I wubboo wike I wub bib poopies.”
He only kept babbling, feeling almost exhausted. He had lost track of time as well as sense of direction, or even where his ‘girlfriend’ was. With his diaper even heavier now, he couldn’t help but sit down into the mess he had made, chuckling to himself as he squished around in it, his constant “wubboos” degrading into nonsensical baby talk as he continued to happily bounce on the floor, drool steadily trickling down his chin, his eyes vacant and his head only filled with thoughts of Monica, their love, and the huge mess he’d made, oblivious the world around him as he playfully squeezed his damp crotch.