Marc and Megan pooped and pooped, the seat of their diapers expanding, drooping down so everyone could see.
"I don’t want to poop myself!" Megan cried. Yet, at the same time, the waves of pressure also felt good. She couldn’t explain it. Marc was very much in the same boat. Despite how disgusting it felt to poop his pants, the sensations also gave him pleasure.
It was a couple of minutes before the pooping stopped.
"Are you guys okay?" Tony asked.
"We're stuck in the weird place, trapped in diapers, and we just pooped ourselves!" Marc snapped. "Does that sound okay to you?"
"I hate to say it, but you’ll get used to it," Lee said as he touched his own loaded diaper.
"How are you supposed to get used to having this big stinky mess yanking down your pants?" Megan said as she felt the heft of the diaper pull downwards.
"Oh yes," Mal said. "Two new babies having their first poopy accident."
"Enough!" Megan said. "We need to get out of here, like, yesterday. Fortunately, we have a plan."
"Don't the babies want their diapeys changed first?" Mal teased. "Or do you want to go over your escape plan with a load of poop in your diapers?"
Marc thought about that. "I guess I do want out of this dirty diaper, but I also didn't want the maids to change me."
"Oh, geez, speaking of changing diapers, when we get out of here, are we going to change each other? Or," Megan gulped, "what if we have to ask mom or dad to do it?"
The siblings began to picture this. They each imagined what life would be like back home with all of them in diapers, and their parents being the ones in charge of changing their wet and messy diapers. Images of Lee with a full diaper tearfully declaring to their father that he made boom-boom, Megan with a full diaper made to wait while Tony was having his diaper changed, blushing as his mother wiped his private parts, Marc peeing in his diaper once too often, resulting in an embarrassing trickle of urine escaping, all of it shameful.
"I'm sure it won't come to that," Lee said.
"Oh, but it will," Mal countered. "Those shots you got coming in took away your potty training, remember? If you want out of diapers, you're going to have to potty train, starting from square one."
Now the siblings pictured themselves sitting on training potties, with a chart keeping track of their progress with stickers.
"I don't like the sound of that," Tony said. "Jerry can reverse this, right?"
Mal sneered. "I don't know who this Jerry is, but he must be awfully special if he can just wave a magic wand and give you back your potty training."
"You know-" But before Megan could say any more, there was a loud chime.
"What does that mean?" Marc asked.
"It means it’s feeding time," Mal answered.
"Okay, so what-" Marc was cut off by the approach of two robot maids.
"Looks like we have two new arrivals," one maid said. "Are the babies ready for their first meal?"
Without waiting for a response, the two robots picked up Marc and Megan, then carried them off. The other three followed and saw the maids sit down in two chairs, with Marc and Megan on their laps. With each movement they made, they could feel their loaded diapers move and squish.
"Num-nums" the maids announced, then produced two bottles. Then both Megan and Marc each found a bottle shoved in their mouths.
"Guys, I recommend you drink the milk," Lee said. "Being fussy will get you nowhere."
Marc wanted to say no to that, but as soon as the milk touched his tongue, he felt compelled to suckle and consume more. Megan responded the same way. This milk was delicious. Warm and sweet. Neither could stop. It’s as if their mouths had a mind of their own.
"Oh, I should probably warn you about the other part-" but Lee was cut off by the robot maids talking in a soft voice.
"You are here because you were a naughty child. Now it’s time to forget all that naughtiness and be well-behaved. No more potty for you. Your diapers are your potty now. Wave bye-bye to your potty training." As the maids said this part, they held up one of Marc and Megan’s hands and made them do to a little wave gesture. "You’re far too little for the potty. Diapers are much better for you. Doesn’t it feel good to make a peepee in your diaper? It’s so warm and comforting. And your poopoos are so squishy. Why would you ever want to use a potty when you can go boom-boom wherever you want? Isn’t this bottle good? Suckling comes naturally to a baby. You don’t even have to think about it. I know you love the taste of the milk."
Marc and Megan listened to these words. Something about the way the maids talked, it's as though they were singing, or- well, not quite singing, but they really sounded convincing somehow. Maybe bottles and diapers were what was best for them...
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