The warmth would spread down between my legs and crawl up the back of my diaper until my bottom was encased in a comfortable, moist glow. It was heavenly! Soon after I peed, my gastric reflex would cause my bowels to move and the poop would begin sliding out of my behind. The smell of my poop had stopped being offensive to me several days before. It had a pleasant homey smell to me now and I luxuriated in its warm aroma as I filled my diaper. Before my poop had cooled, Gina would sniff my diaper’s reek and take me into my nursery to change me into another soft fluffy diaper so I could begin the process anew. When I finished my bottle, the minor discomfort of the bubbles I had swallowed along with the marvelous formula would be dispelled by Gina’s gentle raps on my back. I would burp and the world would be right again. My rising blood sugar would cause me to become drowsy and before long, my eyes would close and I would drift off into a deep, contented slumber. This process repeated itself over and over every day. My adult concerns seemed to have taken flight. I was without anxieties, burdens, or misgivings. I was truly an infant.
The Day’s of his Lives Scene 69
