Baby Ybton’s Crib

"Um.... Daddy?"

The moment I realized that squeezing my butt cheeks together didn’t matter anymore. There was no holding it back now. I froze, caught between choices: run to the bathroom and go the rest in the potty, or just let it happen in my pull-up. That’s what Mommy always said they were for, anyway.

But it had been so long since she’d checked me and found that. I didn’t want to disappoint her. I didn’t want to admit I couldn’t control myself. I hesitated too long. Another wave pushed through me, stronger, and I felt more slipping out despite my weak attempt to clench. My knees bent on their own, my hands flying to my stomach.

I can't stop it. The realization hit all at once—hot, humiliating, final. My body had already decided. I crawled onto my chair, squatted instinctively, and pushed, a helpless sound leaving me as I felt the pull-up grow heavier beneath me.

“hi baby what are you doing”

“jUsT pla-**mngfph** ing”

“I think you’re doing something else too baby I think someone’s making there cg a mud pie in there pants”

Awwww, yes! You wouldn't know this little one was pooping just from looking at them, they're remarkably subtle about it... But the moment they say anything, you can hear it in their voice that they're pushing hard! Prime for teasing~