Poor Coren it looks like your pants is to small to fit over your diaper and bay the way it already looks like you need a diaper change. Your diaper butt is all brown from your messy accident. Have you dont notes that you have made a stinky in your diaper?
Coren wakes up on a Monday morning, three weeks shy of high school graduation, after a long weekend of tea partying, plushie cuddling, bottle drinking, pacifier sucking, and diaper wearing… a little different than the expected weekend activities of a girl her age, but her preferred way of life, nonetheless. It appears, however, that she may have had a little too much milk before bed, among other things, and now has to confront her daddy about her “little” accident. The school bus is coming in fifteen minutes, and she hasn’t even done her homework yet…
After a slow and squishy waddle across her bedroom, Coren has situated herself comfortably on her changing table. Daddy’s rules state that she’s not allowed to change herself, and that if she wants her diapers changed, she is to lie on her table and call for him. Mondays are never fun days, so she’s got a little extracurricular activity planned before calling daddy in, with her paw down the front of her Crinklz, doing something she’s not allowed to. Sure hope he doesn’t catch her pawing, notice that she hasn’t taken out her diaper trash in over a week, done her homework, or failed a test. At this point, she’s not interested in even making an attempt to do a book report on that book she didn’t read. She just wants to finish pawing off before daddy wakes up. I sure hope that weekend of plushie snuggling and snap chatting with her sissy friends was worth failing her English class… Wait, doesn’t she have a math test today? Oh well. Growlithe seems satisfied with her decisions, but Daddy sure won’t be.
One week of home schooling ought to teach silly little Coren the consequences of failing a test due to trying to hold it in, rather than focusing on the questions asked. Studying is easier without bathroom breaks, anyway, even if lunch period gets a little… squishy.