Kaya’s attitude perked up a bit when her mother told her that Cindy had called while she was napping and wanted to sleep over. Kaya had always loved sleep overs with her friends. Her mom told her Jonathan would be coming over too. Cheered up a bit she joined in the conversation more. To her own surprise, she even found herself keeping pace with the diaper-related portions of the talking. Kaya didn’t even complain when, after dinner, her parents asked her to do dishes.
As Kaya took the dishes off the table, her parents and brother went into the family room to watch some TV. As the kitchen sink ran, she could feel her diaper start getting wet. Kaya blamed it on the running water making her have to go. However, it was only the starting point. A minute later, she was in the middle of drying a plate when the small cramp in her belly hit her. Given a moment to think, Kaya would have realized what it was. But she didn’t get that. Instead, with the plate she was drying still in her hands, Kaya crouched down and began pushing a mess into her diaper. It was almost like instinct. The moment Kaya’s body alerted her to the need to poop, her body squatted to do it.
A few minutes later, Kaya’s body forced out the last of the mess. Kaya could only squat there, half-dried plate still in her hands, trying to comprehend what she had just done. Her diaper sagged down from the weight of her poop. The smell began to spread throughout the room. Out in the family room, Kaya’s parents noticed little sound coming from the kitchen, so her father came in to check on Kaya. He immediately saw her crouched down and knew what had happened even before he smelled it.
“It’s nothing,” her dad called out to the family room, “Kaya just pooped, that’s all.”
That’s all? That’s all?! Kaya thought. She had just soiled herself and that was all? How could he act like nothing had happened? Kaya wondered as soon as she heard her father call out. She just as quickly realized the answer. Because nothing DID happen! It’s nothing new for them to see me poop. As far as they’re concerned… it’s something I do all the time. That realization actually did a lot to ease Kaya’s embarrassment. She looked up at her dad, who was getting ready to head back to the family room.
“Um, Daddy…”
“You’ll get a clean diaper as soon as your done with the dishes. Got it?”
“O…Okay.” Kaya said as she stood up. To her honest surprise, she didn’t feel much disgust at the feeling of her mess squishing around in her diaper as she moved. It felt warm, it felt mushy, it felt like it was all over her butt, but it didn’t really bother her. She simply put her dirty diaper out of her mind and focused on finishing her dishes. By the time she had finished, the mess in her pants had cooled off and was getting uncomfortable. She was very ready to be changed as she put the last piece of silverware in the dish rack.
As she walked into the family room to ask her mom to change her, the doorbell rang. Her dad was up and answering the door, letting in Cindy’s mother, followed by Cindy and Jonathan. They both had their diaper bags with them, and Kaya saw Cindy was wearing one of the new outfits she got at the mall. A dress that, even if her plastic panties weren’t pushing the hem up a bit, would have done little to hide her diapers. Jonathan just had a pair of blue pants, they looked a little bit like pajama bottoms. Cindy took one look at Kaya’s sagging diaper and pinched her nose.
“Pee-yew, Kaya!” she said with a laugh, “You really do a number in yours, huh?”
“Heh, yeah,” Kaya said, then hit with a sudden idea, “But for some reason that number’s always two.”