Puen lays on his bed, a drip of snot leaking down his snout.
His mother wipes it away with a wetwipe, placing her left hand on his shoulder "Oh my poor boy" she says in a sympethetic tone as he smiles up at her, dark bags under his eyes "It's fine Momma, I'm just a little tired and sneazy" the boy says, this is the first cold he's gotten in years, and he wasn't prepared for it.

The bright lights of a cartoon bounce across his TV, the colors hurt his eyes and the sounds give him a hedache, but it's better than being bored, he leans his head back on a pillow and stares at the cieling, when suddenly a pressure begins to build near his groin.
"Mom, I gotta pee" his mother sighs, nodding as she says "It's fine, you can do it"
His parents had been attempting to potty train him (Again) when this started, needless to say it threw a rench in the gears.

The boy relaxes his muscles, giving a small moan as his diaper swells and yellows with the sound of flowing water "Thank you" he says as his bladder empties, rubbing the front of his now-wet diap "But just this once" his mother says in a stern tone "Only because you're sick"
His belly begins to rumble, but he had just eaten lunch a few minutes ago, so it can't be from hunger, he lifts his right leg and squeezes out a wet rippling fart "I still gotta go" as his mother rubs his belly, wrinkling her nose at the smell.
She begins to push down on his tummy with her hand, pressing down on his gut as he releases another rank fart, he closes his eye and smiles in ectsacy as his tailhole pulls open, he lifts his hips as the seat of his diaper fills with wet poop, it squeshes against his butt with a squelch.

His mother gives him a kiss on the forehead as he drifts to sleep, much of the nausea now gone.