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PostPosted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 5:56 pm    Post subject: Who's Pooping The Pants? Reply with quote

In 1959, Marty was 11 Months-Old,
walking around the house in his baby walker.

His Mother Beulah loved him so much!
Whenever baby Marty messed his diapers,
his Mother always played a silly game called,
"Who's pooping the pants?"

One morning, Beulah was folding some cloth diapers,
when she saw Marty suddenly stop in his baby walker,
and stand there motionless, as he tooted up a storm.

"Uh, oh, who's pooping the pants? Goodness gracious.
Mommy just heard some tooting. Yeah, hims is tooting.
My goodness. Somebody looks awful busy in the baby walker.
Is that you Marty? Are you busy pooping the pants?
Goodness gracious. Somebody looks awful busy over there."


At first glance,
Beulah wasn't sure if Marty was doing something.
Sometimes he was just passing gas in his baby walker.
But then, the baby leaned forward in his baby walker,
turned red as a beet, and grunted as hard as he could.

His Mother smiled: Marty was telling on himself.

"Uh, oh, who's pooping the pants? Is that baby Marty?
Is baby Marty pooping the pants? Oh my goodness gracious!
Somebody sure is busy grunting in the baby walker.
Who's pooping the pants? Is that Marty over there grunting?
My goodness gracious. Mommy hears something over there.
Yeah, it sounds like somebody's pooping the pants."


Before she got everything ready to change him,
his Mother leaned over the baby walker,
and sniffed the air, smiling a motherly smile.

When Beulah smelled poop wafting up from his britches,
it confirmed her suspicions, and she smiled at her baby.

"Shoooo-wee! That's what I thought you were doing.
Goodness gracious Marty! I know who's pooping the pants.
Yeah, Marty's busy pooping the pants. Shoooo-wee, Shoooo!
Is that why hims is so busy grunting? Goodness gracious.
Yep, I know who's busy pooping the pants. It's baby Marty.
Goodness. Somebody's gonna need a changing. Shoooo!"


As his Mother laid out fluffy cloth diapers,
baby powder, rubber pants and diaper pins,
the smell from his britches wafted over to her nose.

Beulah smiled and giggled at her grunting baby,
as the pungent odor wafted over from his stinky britches.

"Uh, oh, who's pooping the pants? I smell something.
Shoooo-wee Marty! Is that you I smell? Goodness.
Somebody's pooping the pants, cause I smell it. Shooo!
Is Marty pooping the pants? Is he filling the britches?
Shoooo! It smells like somebody needs a changing."
Yeah, I think Marty's pooping the pants. Goodness."


As Marty dirtied his diapers in the baby walker,
he would stand up and grunt with a red face,
then he would sit down for a while in the walker,
mashing the soft poop all over his chubby bottom.

Beulah always smiled at his infantile behavior,
and playfully teased him about sitting in a poopy diaper,
while mashing the soft poop all over his chubby bottom.

"Shoooo-wee Marty. Are you sitting in a poopy dydee?
Goodness gracious. Who's pooping the pants over there?
Is that Marty? Shoooo! Is he sitting in poopy britches?
Yeah, babies like to poop the pants and sit in dirty diapers.
Shooo-wee! Who's sitting in a poopy dydee? Is that Marty?
Are you mashing that poop all over your bottom? Shoooo!"


After Marty stopped grunting with his red face,
he stood there for a moment and drooled,
and then he started walking in his baby walker,
drooling and jabbering, with his pants full of poop.

"Shooo-wee Marty! Are you all though pooping the pants?
Goodness gracious. Hims sure was grunting in hims britches.
Yeah, Mommy knows who was pooping the pants. Goodness.
Somebody sure needs a changing. Shoooo-wee-shoooo!"


As Marty walked toward his Mother in the baby walker,
she was holding out her arms and smiling at him.
He was almost there, taking step, after step in his walker,
when suddenly he stopped, and Beulah heard tooting sounds.

"Uh, oh, I don't think somebody's all through pooping the pants.
Goodness gracious. I don't think we finished our big job, did we?
No, I think Marty's got some more pooping to do. He sure does.
Yeah, hims not all through pooping the pants. No hims not."


After a few minutes, Marty was all through pooping the pants,
and he was laying on the floor, getting his dirty diaper changed.
Beulah smiled a motherly smile, as she held his ankles,
and used the front of the diaper to wipe most of the poop off.

"Shooo-wee Marty! You really pooped the pants this morning.
Goodness gracious. Shoooooo! Oh hims got a poopy bottom!
Shoooo! Who pooped the pants? Was that Marty? Goodness.
That's why Marty wears diapers! He likes to poop the pants.
And hims likes to sit in poopy diapers too. Shooo-wee-shooo!
I think Mommy's gonna keep the baby in diapers for a while.
Yeah, the baby likes to sit in poopy britches. Shooo-wee!"


As Beulah was wiping his bottom with a washcloth,
Marty was smiling and cooing to his pretty Mommy.
The baby was telling her how much he loved her,
and she responded with smiles and coos of her own.

"Goodness gracious. Is the baby talking to Mommy?
What's hims saying? Oh hims is just a little chatterbox.
Yes hims is. Are you telling Mommy about pooping the pants?
Yeah, hims got a poopy bottom. Shoooo-wee! Goodness.
The baby likes to talk to Mommy when he poops the pants.
Shooo-wee! Hims got a poopy bottom. Yes hims does."


After cleaning his bottom, his Mother started powdering him.
Marty cooed and jabbered, as Beulah pulled his legs back,
and sprinkled baby powder all over his chubby bottom.

"Goodness gracious. Who's getting their bottom powdered?
Is it Marty? Is Mommy powdering his fat, chubby bottom?
Yep, somebody pooped the pants for Mommy. Yes they did!
And now somebody's getting their bottom powdered. Goodness."


After the baby was all powdered and diapered,
his Mother pulled on his rubber baby pants,
and softly patted his diapered bottom.

Of course she always knew who was "pooping the pants."
Beulah just loved to play this little game with Marty,
whenever he was busy in his britches.

THE END

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Phew! Somebody needs a changing.


Last edited by Little Stinky Britches on Sat Jul 20, 2013 10:00 pm; edited 26 times in total
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PostPosted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 2:40 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

love the story
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 6:40 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Awww Poot Baby Marty wants his Mommy all to himself Sad
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Little Stinky Britches



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PostPosted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 10:13 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thank you Ava and newborn for your comments! Very Happy

This is an old story that I recycled and rewrote into this new one. Very Happy

Thank you again for all your kind comments on my stories! Very Happy
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