it appears that little Crunch ran out of disposable diapers, and his Mommy had no other option but to put him in cloth diapers until she could run to the grocery store to pick up more diapers for him. Mommy told Crunch that he looks adorable in his cloth diapers, and this, of course, made him blush heavily like he normally does when someone tells him he’s cute. ^^
late one night after Crunch and his big brother Billy were put to sleep, Billy woke up and wanted to play. Billy crawled out of his bed and toddled over to Crunch’s crib. while Crunch slept soundly in his very stinky diaper, Billy poked Crunch’s back and whispered softly to him:
“Crunchy, let’s keep playing” Crunch rubbed his eyes and woke up quickly, “uh huhs! but how can I get out? it’s too high!” “big bro will get you out, lil’ fumer!” Billy teased Crunch blushed a little, but nodded as he stood up.
Billy grabbed a hold of Crunch’s paws and got him up to the top of the bars of his crib. as Billy held onto Crunch’s paws for dear life, Crunch got very nervous and soaked his diaper out of fear. even Billy managed to stink up his diaper as he strained to get Crunch out of his crib.
after about 5 minutes, Crunch was free. and he and Billy went back to playing with their toy cars until Mommy and Daddy heard them playing, and sent them back to bed.
as Crunch piddled his diapers infront of Yure, Yure could no longer hold it in any longer and proceeded to drench his diaper. Crunch didn’t realize though that Yure had been holding it in for so long, that he ended up wetting for hours! cause a tsunami of urine! Crunch didn’t want to get soaked, so he sough refuge on a bench. it was there that he curled up on the bench in his soaked diaper and looked nervously at the piddle, hoping it would be over soon.
Instead, Yure tucked his tail between his legs and shook his head bravely, holding his paws on his diaper front. – He looks determined to break the rules – said Marshall. – Maybe it’s time to teach him to behave correctly – says Crunch. Soon enough, Crunch and Marshall got a hold of Yure’s arms, pulling them from the dampening front. Marshall, then, tugged Yure’s tail and held it firm. – Give him the mercy hit – says Marshall. With that, Crunch began to tickle Yure’s belly. Laughing and struggling, the five-year-old wasn’t able to resist to the tickling assault and to hold his liquids in place. He was afraid of making a huge mess; he always floods his diapers! But this one, instead of leaking after the fourth minute peeing, was swelling, containing every ounce of warm yellow. The tickling went on and so did Yure’s weeing, causing the diaper to almost reach the floor. The tight leg bands remained in place, keeping the diaper from sagging. It ballooned pleasantly against Yure, but he was still scared that it would leak by the seventh minute of urination. 0 0 0 0 With Crunch Poochyena and Marshall Fox.