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She shifted a little, but her eyes never left the screen.

Elmo was laughing now, and Abby was flying around with sparkles. It made her giggle behind her paci.

But that familiar pressure only stayed there in her tummy, threatening to interrupt her Sunday morning cartoons.

Nooo… not now, she thought, cheeks already tingling with a faint blush. I don’t wanna stop watching…I can just stay right here.

She ignored it, bouncing gently on her knees as Elmo and Abby sang. The pressure grew stronger, but she was too deep in her floaty headspace to care.

A tiny toot slipped out. Then another. She barely noticed, content in her carefree bubble.

Daddy walked in from the kitchen, drying his hands on a dish towel. He slipped on his glasses, sat down on the couch with his tablet, and smiled softly when he saw his baby girl.

Just the sight of her paci bobbing steadily, blankie clutched tight, and being completely mesmerised by the bright noisy characters made his heart melt.

“Is your tummy all full now from breakfast and your baba, princess?” he asked warmly, his voice full of gentle affection.

“Uh huh, Dada…” she mumbled around her paci, eyes still glued to the screen, not even turning her head.

Daddy opened his tablet and started reading the morning news, but he kept glancing over at her with that knowing little smile.

He already knew exactly what was coming. His baby always made her morning stinkies after breakfast.

It was her body’s sweet, predictable routine, and he loved every part of taking care of it.

She kept bouncing happily on her knees as the characters sang even louder and more joyfully. The pressure in her tummy grew stronger and more urgent, but it still felt distant and unimportant, like background noise in her perfect little headspace.

Another toot escaped and this one was louder but surprisingly she didn’t even register it.

Then, without any conscious thought, her body took over completely.

She subconsciously shifted forward onto her knees in that classic toddler pose, bottom slightly raised, back arched just a little, legs spread for balance.

She didn’t even realise she was doing it.

Her eyes stayed locked on the bright, colourful screen as Elmo and his friends started a lively new dance song about friendship.

She suckled harder on her paci, clutched her blankie a little tighter against her chest, and pushed ever so slightly.

A warm, mushy fullness slowly began to fill the back of her diaper. The soft, heavy load came out with almost no effort at all, it was warm and thick and smooth, spreading gently and steadily against her skin in that unmistakable squishy way.

It kept coming, filling the seat of her diaper more and more until the padding felt noticeably heavier and warmer, the mess pressing softly in all the squishiest, most intimate places.

Her tummy finally felt so much lighter and better, but her diaper felt so much fuller now, the warm mush cradling her in a way that was both embarrassing and strangely comforting.

Still facing the TV and deep in her happy little world, she relaxed completely and sat back down cross-legged without thinking. The mess squished noticeably underneath her, warm and mushy, spreading even more as she settled into her soaked nightime diaper.

She let out a tiny, contented sigh around her paci and kept watching, completely unbothered, her eyes sparkling with delight as Elmo and friends danced across the screen.

Feels better now, she thought feeling relieved and still in a daze.

Daddy watched the whole thing unfold from the couch. He saw the bouncing, heard the little toots, and noticed the exact moment she filled her diaper. He cringed slightly at the thought of the cleanup, but his smile stayed soft and loving. His baby looked so peaceful sitting there in her messy diaper, completely lost in her cartoons, paci bobbing happily.

He set his tablet down and approached quietly, crouching down behind her.

“Hey baby girl,” he said casually. “Do you smell something funny?”

She didn’t answer, still staring at the screen.

He tried again, gently tugging the back of her Sesame Street pj bottoms. “Princess, I asked if you can smell anything funny… because I certainly can.”

She finally turned around, paci still in her mouth, and gave him a sweet, innocent smile. “I can smell something funny, Dada. Did you toot?”

Daddy’s eyebrows rose in amusement as he let out a low chuckle and shook his head in disbelief. “No little one, that wasn’t me”.

Deciding not to humour her today and risk his princess getting a diaper rash, he wasted no time revealing exactly where the funny smell was coming from.

He gently lifted her to her feet and spun her around, pulling back the waistband of her pj bottoms and diaper to check the mess.

“Oh honey,” he said, voice warm with loving tease. “That’s one very messy didi. You sure did make a big stinky for Daddy, didn’t you? Look at all that mushy surprise you left for me in your cute little Sesame Street pants.”

She froze. The realisation hit her like a tidal wave. The warm mush, the heavy weight, the fact that she had just happily sat in it while watching cartoons.

Her cheeks burned bright red. She covered her face with both hands, mortified, squirming in place as the mess shifted again.

Daddy gently pulled her hands away and looked her right in the eyes, determined to make her cheeks turn that pretty shade of pink.

“Baby girl, when Daddy asks you a question, I expect an answer. Now… are you Dada’s little stinker? Hmm?”

She squirmed harder, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. Her voice came out tiny and shy.

“Y-yes…”

Daddy chuckled softly and tilted her chin up.

“Yes what, princess?”

She pouted, cheeks flaming hotter than ever.

“Yes… I’m Dada’s little stinker.”

“That’s right,” he praised warmly, pulling her into a big hug and rocking her gently. “You’re Dada’s sweet little stinker who made a big messy stinky in her diaper. I’m so proud of you for telling me like a good girl.”

She hid her burning face in his chest, but a tiny, shy smile appeared anyway. Daddy’s praise always made the embarrassment feel a little warmer, even as the heavy, squishy mess reminded her exactly what she’d done.

He scooped her up effortlessly into his arms, cooing softly as he carried her upstairs. “Now that you’ve told Daddy about your dirty diaper like a good girl, how about we go get that messy butt all clean and into a fresh diapie, princess?”