The adult part of his mind knew he should, but the infant part of his Id was still enjoying the remnants of the rapture he had felt when his bowels released and he had abandoned himself to the physical freedom of “doing what came naturally”.
He realized that his control of his bladder and bowels had vanished along with his maturity and that all he could hope for was that Krystyn would take him to his nursery and clean his dirty bottom. He crept toward her slowly, feeling the heavy weight of his filthy diaper pull at his waist and thighs. As he moved, the pressure from the onsie compressed the diaper and forced the poop to work its greasy way around to his groin and cover his tiny parts.