( Sniff, Sniff, )
"Uh, oh,....... I think I smell something!"
( Sniff, Sniff, )
"Shooooo-wee Marty! Are you tooting for Mommy? Cause I smell something awful stinky!"
Yeah, it smells like somebody just tooted up a storm in their britches! Shooooo-wee!!"
When his Mother went over to the playpen to check his diaper, she could smell the pungent aroma of poop. It wasn't a stinky toot, it smelled like somebody had pooped in their pants.
( Sniff, Sniff, )
"Shoooo-wee Marty! Oh my goodness! I think you need your diaper changed sweetie!
Yeah, I don't think it's a stinky toot mommy smells! Shoooooooo-wee!
Goodness! It smells like somebody just messed their britches in the playpen!
Yeah, I think my little baby just pooped his pants for mommy! Shoooooo-wee!"
As she sniffed the air around the playpen, his Mother kept on smiling, and waved her hand under her wrinkled-up nose, cooing about the pungent aroma in Marty's pants.
( Sniff, Sniff, )
"Shooooo-wee Marty! I think somebody just pooped in their pants!
My goodness! It's awful stinky in here! Shoooo-wee! Shooooooo!
Yeah, it smells like somebody really messed their britches! Shoooooo-wee!
My goodness Marty! Did you do something in your pants for mommy?
Yeah I think I smell stinky britches! Shoooooo-wee! Shoooooooo!
Goodness gracious! I bet somebody pooped in their pants! Yeah, Mommy smells something! Shoooo-wee! I think baby Marty just filled his britches in the playpen! Shoooooooo!"
His Mother then leaned over the playpen, and slowly pulled back his rubber pants, and looked down inside his cloth diaper to see if baby Marty had just tooted, or filled his britches.
"Goodness! What did my little baby do? Did hims do something in hims pants?
Shooooo-wee! Mommy smells something! Yes she does.
Goodness! I bet somebody pooped their britches this morning. Shooooo-wee!
Here..... hold still...... Mommy needs to check your diaper sweetie.
Yeah, Mommy smells something doesn't she? Yeah, Mommy smells something awful stinky!
Shoooooooo! I think somebody needs their pants changed. Shoooooo-wee!"
When his Mother pulled back his cloth diaper, and saw his messy, poopy bottom, she smiled a warm, motherly smile.
Little 9 month-old baby Marty had made a big poopy in his pants for his pretty mommy.
"Uh, oh, ........ I thought I smelled something......
Shoooooo-wee Marty! You really filled your britches for Mommy! Shoooooooo!
Goodness! Hims got a stinky, winky, poopy bottom! Yes hims does!
Little baby Marty really messed his pants this morning! Goodness gracious! Shooooo-wee!
Yeah, somebody just pooped in their britches, and I know who! Yes I do!
Shoooooo-wee! Shoooooo! Shoooooo! Little baby Marty pooped his pants!"
His Mother then took him out of the playpen, and gently laid him down, smiling and cooing, as she pulled off his rubber pants.
"Goodness! Somebody's gonna get their poopy pants changed!
Yeah, mommy's gonna change some stinky britches, cause somebody just pooped in their pants.
Yes they did! Somebody filled their britches for mommy! Shoooooo-wee!"
After she unpined his diaper, his Mother held his ankles together, and lovingly wiped his poopy bottom. Her eyes were filled with motherly love, as she wiped his bottom.
( Sniff, Sniff, )
"Shoooo-wee! Somebody really messed their britches for Mommy! Shoooooo!
Yeah, hims got a poopy bottom, cause hims went potty in hims pants!
Goodness! Little baby Marty pooped his pants for mommy!
Yes hims did! Marty made stinky britches for Mommy! Shooooo-wee!
My little baby grunted and tooted, and filled his britches full!
Yeah, Marty pooped his pants for Mommy! Shooooo-wee, Shoooooo!"
After she wiped his poopy bottom, his Mother slipped a soft, cloth diaper under him, and powdered his chubby bottom with sweet-smelling baby powder. His Mother smiled and cooed to him, as she lovingly powdered his bottom with motherly love.
"Goodness gracious! Somebody's getting their bottom powdered, aren't they? Yes they are!
Yeah, baby Marty always gets his bottom powdered after he poops his pants for mommy.
Goodness! Hims got a cute, soft, chubby little bottom! Yes hims does!
Yes, mommy loves to powder little baby Marty's bottom! Hims is such a cutie-pa-tootie!"
As his Mother was powdering his chubby bottom, Aunt Becky dropped by for a visit.
"Hi Becky, come on in. I'm just changing the baby."
When Aunt Becky walked in, Marty was laying on his tummy, softly cooing to his Mother, as she lovingly powdered his bottom with baby powder. Aunt Becky could smell the aroma of poop, and asked if Marty had just pooped his pants.
"Oh my goodness Becky, he really filled his britches this morning!
You should have seen his poopy bottom! I mean he really messed his pants big time!
"You know Becky, I kept smelling something stinky, and at first, I thought it was just gas.
He's been tooting up stinky toots all morning, ever since I fed him peaches and broccoli.
When Marty eats peaches and broccoli, he just toots up a storm, but when you check his pants, there's nothing in there but stinky gas."
Well, anyway, so I kept on smelling something, and I thought, 'I better check his diaper again, because I don't think it's gas this time.' It didn't smell like one of his stinky toots.
The more I sniffed the air, the more it smelled like he had pooped his pants.'
And sure enough, when I checked his diaper, he had filled his britches full! The poop was all the way up his crack, right up to the top of his rubber pants!
I mean this little baby had messed his britches big time!"
His Mother and Aunt Becky beamed warm, motherly smiles, as they talked about Marty's poopy diaper, and how he always fills his pants before nap time.
Aunt Becky then watched his Mother lovingly diaper him with soft cloth diapers and rubber baby pants. Now that Marty was all powdered and diapered, his Mother rocked him to sleep, softly cooing to him, and lovingly patting his soft, diapered bottom, as Aunt Becky smiled a warm, motherly smile.
THE END
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