Well here I am at Miles Tails’s place. I always enjoyed coming out to Tails’s place, cuz he often let me get away with stuff. What ever little stuff a 2-year-old could get into that is. But at about 12-o-clock, just after lunch, I found myself in a little bind.
I had to poopy badly, but the bathroom seemed so far away.
I tired hard, but my poop kept sliding out anyways, as I tried to hold it in. it was sliding right out anyways, and onto my diaper.
I cried a little, as I crossed my legs, and then grabbed at my peepee. It felt funny down there, as my peepee felt like it might leak. My bum falt dirty and wet, as my poopy was still sliding out, but not as fast as it had been. Slowly I made my way toward the bathroom, to try to get to the potty. Nearly every step however, I lost little bits of poopy into my nappie. I inched toward the potty, little by little, not even in the hallway yet. I would have to make it across the hallway, and then into the bathroom. This was going to be a long trip, even though the bathroom wasn’t all that far. It was going to be a long trip.
So I tired some more. I inched across the hallway, trying to make the bathroom. The bathroom seemed further and further away, the more my gut hurt. Tails’s parents had went to the store, they were watching me. Company would be nice, but Miles was downstairs. I needed to get myself to the bathroom. I pressed my right paw against my butt through my diapie. It mushed around some, as I had pooped them. The size wasn’t all that large, as my gut hurt me.
Baby step at a time, I went toward the bathroom. Sweat was coming from my forehead, as I could see the door. My bladder began hurting, as I inched toward the bathroom. Now things were worse, as I had to peepee too. My baby steps were now half baby steps, as that’s all the more I was able to do. The door was only about two yards away, but it might as well have been two miles away, as I could hardly move. Little by little, I got closer and closer to the bathroom door. Hopefully, the door would be hanging open when I got there. Droplets of pee escaped as I went, trying to hold in my poopy and peepee now too. Poop felt to escape, as I suddenly felt like I could take a full step. One step was it, as I couldn’t take another full one. My poopy was leaking, unless it was just gas? It didn’t matter, I knew I missed and pooped at least some in my diapies. I finally got there, to the door at least, but it was closed. There was a lower knob on the door, so that kids could reach it. The knob turned with ease, as the door swung opened.
Well now at least I could see the potty, now the matter of getting there. I had a thought of trying the big potty, but I would probably fall in it if I tried. This meant I still had to walk past the big potty, to be able to use the smaller potty. I pooped some more, as I walked toward the potty, or at least I at first thought I did, but it was just a fart this time. Baby step at a time, I approached both potties, trying to get to my trainer potty. I reached back with my right paw, and could tell the bulge in my diapie hadn’t gotten any bigger. Three steps, four steps, getting closer, as I could near see the edge of my little potty. I grabbed at my crouch with my left paw, and then went inside my diapie to scratch it. With a whimpering cry, I took two large steps, trying to get to the potty faster. This was a mistake, as I could feel poop slither out of my hole. I could feel with my right paw, the bulge in my diapie grew.
Trying like crazy, I tried to hold my poopy in, but the rest was slithering out as I was now taking normal steps to my potty. After all, I still had to pee. I pooped everything, as I made my little potty. I pulled the front of my diapie down, and then stared at my weewee a little while. “What in the world am I doing? My diapie is already dirty.”
I said aloud. I pulled up and then out on my diapie, so as to be able to see my penis some. I didn’t pull so hard to rip my diapie though. I peed a little, up in the air, and then having my pee fall back down, some actually making  the potty. I shivered in, I don’t know what. Something about doing this made me feel really good, deep inside someplace. My tail twitched with every squirt I let out. I let out a squirt of pee, that I got all over myself, as I was leaning my body backward. I leaned forward, and then let out a squirt, some going into my potty. I stared down my penis, as I leaned back again a little. My penis got itself all stiffy and stuff. I then let another stream out, turning into somewhat of a water fountain. My tail twitched some more, and my penis was tingling all funny and stuff. I pee-peed a little more, as poopy somehow came from my anus, even though I thought I was done. Nearly made the potty, and now, finishing messing up my diapie, standing right at my potty. I tried to pee, as smaller and smaller squirts were coming from my penis. I couldn’t seem to pee much, but the tingling feel kept getting stronger. I reached down with my right paw, and then fiddled with my penis… all 2 and a half inches, if that. I tugged at my penis, seeming to cause it to feel even more tingly. I moved my paw up and down it, making it feel somewhat of how it seemed to feel to pee. A groan came from me, as this was causing a good feeling which I couldn’t explain. I felt like I was going to peepee again very soon, and that felt as though it might really feel good.
I moved my right paw up and then down faster.
Suddenly, peepee came from my penis, but it was all slimy and stuff. It felt good to release it too, as my body felt funny. I still had to peepee afterward, as I just pee-peed into my potty. I giggled as I did, unsure as to why though. I pulled my diapie down, and then stepped out of it. Poopy was dripping onto the floor, as I got myself into the bathtub, and then turned on the water. I let my diapie sitting on the floor, as I washed my poopy from my body.
Soon after I was done, taking a shower that is, I cleaned my poopy chunks off of the floor with toilet paper. I folded up my diapie, and then threw it into the diapie pale. I took my 2-year-old self to my room soon after, allowing my body to dry wearing nothing at all. Really, I am only 2-years-old, so placing on a diaper… Myself?
I had no problems taking them off, but I hadn’t a clue how to place one on. Back into my room, I looked around for something? Well I would be in trouble, as I had no diapie on, and probably tracked poopoo all over. I managed to take a shower though, so that was at least one win for me.
“Denny, are you okay up there?”
Asked Miles, who was coming up the stairs. I didn’t know what to say, as my vocabulary was limited.
“Are you alright up here Denny?”
Tails looked into my room.
“I need diapie.”
I said, as I wasn’t sure of what to say to Miles.
“Where’s your diapies Denny?”
Asked Tails.
“In the bathroom.”
I said, not very understandable.
“Where in the bathroom?”
Asked Tails.
“In diapie pale.”
I said.
“Is there a reason it’s in there?”

“It has poopy in it.”
I answered.
“Well you need to have one on, hop up onto the changing table… so I can place one onto you.”
I did so. At first, Tails stared down my young body, but then he grabbed a diaper, and then worked on placing it on. For a moment though, I thought he was gonna place a paw onto my young body.
He let me to play, as he went to the bathroom. From what I know, he found little spots of my poop all over the carpet. I guess being 2-years-old, meant that I wouldn’t quite get punished yet, as I never was for this one. At about 1-o-clock, I fell asleep, which was a good thing for Miles, cuz he didn’t have to place me down for my nap. Instead, he just let me sleep, where I was.

(FIN.)