Mrs. Shumway

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Little Stinky Britches
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Mrs. Shumway

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Every morning, after Marty had his morning bottle,
there was always a familiar odor in his pants.
Mrs. Shumway called it, "A natural part of life."
And she always checked his pants when she smelled something.

Mrs. Shumway always diapered him with Huggies diapers.
She loved the stretchy waistband, and leg gatherings,
which made it so easy to check his pants to see if he pooped.
And no matter how much he pooped, it held the mess inside.

Marty was a little gassy that morning after his bottle,
and Mrs. Shumway kept smelling something as he played.

"Shoooo-wee Marty. Is that you I smell over there? Shooooo!
Are you tootin? Is that what I smell? Shooo-wee. Goodness.
Yeah, somebody sure is tootin. Are you tootin over there?"


As Marty cooed and jabbered, playing on the floor,
Mrs. Shumway gently pulled back his stretchy waistband,
and peeked into his Huggies, to see if he had pooped or tooted.

Just as she suspected: It was just gas, and she smiled at Marty.
Stinky toots were a natural part of life at Mrs. Shumway's house.
After Marty had a bottle, there was always an odor in his pants.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Shumway thought she heard grunting,
and pulled back the stretchy waistband of his Huggies diaper.

"He must be trying to do something in his pants." She thought,
as she looked down the back of his diaper and smiled.

Then, at 10:30 that morning, her suspicions were confirmed.
Mrs. Shumway noticed a tattle-tale reddening in Marty's face,
which was followed by a familiar odor in his pants.

This was a natural part of life at Mrs. Shumway's house.
A reddening of his face, a familiar odor in his pants,
and Mrs. Shumway smiling a warm, motherly smile.

"Uh, oh. I think somebody just pooped their pants.
Goodness gracious. Marty looked awful busy over there.
Did you fill your britches? Yeah, I think you just did.
Yeah, I think somebody just pooped their pants. Goodness.
Are you all through? Are we all done filling the pants?
Goodness gracious. I think we messed our britches."


When she lifted the chubby infant off the floor,
Mrs. Shumway felt the seat of his pants and smiled.
She could feel a warmth and fullness in his diaper,
and she could smell a familiar odor wafting up from his pants.

"Shoooo! I sure smell something. Yeah, I feel something too.
My goodness. Babies get awful red when they poop their pants.
Yeah, somebody sure did something in their britches. Shoooo!
Goodness gracious. The baby filled his pants. Yep, he sure did.
Shoooooo-wee Marty! You sure did poop your pants. Shoooo!"


After feeling the warmth and fullness in the seat of his pants,
Mrs. Shumway gently pulled back his stretchy waistband,
and peeked down into his diaper, confirming her suspicions.

Just as she suspected, the soft poop was all over his bottom,
filling up the back of his Huggies disposable diaper.

"Shoooo-wee! Somebody sure did poop their pants. Shoooo.
Goodness gracious. Hims got a poopy bottom. Yes hims does!
Yeah, that's why the baby had a red face. Goodness gracious.
Shoooo-wee! Marty sure did fill up his britches. Shoooo!
Goodness gracious. The baby needs his diaper changed."


After checking his pants, Mrs. Shumway got out his diaper bag,
and brought out a clean diaper, baby powder, and baby wipes.
She loved these new Huggies, with the stretchy waistband.
It was so easy to check his pants when she smelled something.

When she pulled off his pants, and opened up his diaper,
Mrs. Shumway smiled and giggled at his poopy bottom.
The soft brown poop had filled up his Huggies diaper,
and smeared all over his fat, chubby bottom.

"My goodness Marty! Shooooo-wee! What a poopy bottom!
Oh Shoooo, Shooooo, Shooooo! Oh my goodness gracious!
You sure did mess your britches. Yep, that's what you did.
Goodness. I've never seen such a poopy bottom. Shoooo!
The baby made a big mess in hims pants. Yes hims did.
Marty filled up his britches. Shooooo-Wee-Shooooo!"


As she wiped his messy bottom with scented baby wipes,
Mrs. Shumway smiled at Marty as she held him by the ankles.
Dirty diapers, grunts and toots, and messy, poopy bottoms,
were all a natural part of life at Mrs. Shumway's house.

"Shoooo-wee Marty! What did we do in our britches?
There was an awful lot of gruntin. Yep, there was some gruntin.
And an awful lot of tootin. Yeah, I smelled some tootin.
Goodness gracious. Gruntin, tootin, and poopin the pants.
Yep, that's what we did. We filled our britches. Shooooo!"


Mrs. Shumway paid special attention to his poopy butt-crack.
The wet baby wipe glided up his butt-crack, smeared with poop,
as she wiped his bottom back to front, then back down again.
The infant had thoroughly pooped his pants while playing.

"Goodness gracious! Somebody pooped their britches!
Yeah, I thought I smelled something in your pants. Shoooo!
What a poopy bottom! My Goodness. Somebody stinks!
Shooo-wee Marty! You stink! You sure did mess your britches.
That's why I kept smelling something. Shooo-wee Marty!"

After she dusted and perfumed Marty's bottom with powder,
she lifted him up, and slipped a clean diaper underneath him.
With the stretchy waistband pulled tight against his tummy,
Mrs. Shumway snuggly taped the diaper at both sides.
The baby was now back in diapers and smelling like powder.

"Oh look at my big boy! Now hims all powdered and diapered.
Yeah, we had to change some poopy britches. Shoooo-wee!
Goodness gracious. The baby was awful stinky this morning.
But now hims all powdered and diapered, and ready to play.
Yes hims is. The baby's bottom is all powdered and diapered."


After pulling on his pants over his clean Huggies diaper,
Mrs. Shumway smiled a motherly smile at Marty.

Dirty diapers, grunts and toots, and messy poopy bottoms,
were a natural part of life at Mrs. Shumway's house.
She loved Marty, and she loved to change his poopy britches.

THE END

Phew! Somebody needs a changing.