He soon returned with a very infantile looking diaper bag in one hand and his other hand was still holding the diaper around his face.
After taking the bag from him, she sent him away again. I’m assuming his mother did this to save what little dignity I had left.
She had me step into the bathtub so that she could remove the diaper. I can’t describe to you the stench that filled the room once the diaper was allowed to fall to my feet. Beth didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the odor. I on the other hand was gagging and probably would have puked again if there had been something in my belly.
She washed all traces of poop from my skin and then proceeded to bathe me proper like.