(Once again, a memory) 

I do have a Mommy.  She is not experienced and is still getting used to diapering me.

A few weeks ago, the bathroom needed cleaning.  Mommy was kind enough to diaper me.  Even though she is not experienced, she is already very good at pinning my cloth diapers nice and tight.  Before she pinned my diapers, she inserted a dulcolax suppository.  Mommy covered the diapers with two layers of white plastic pants and my pink locking plastic pants.  Mommy let me wear my prettiest pink sissy dress and put my hair in pigtails.

Then, Mommy sent me off to clean the bathroom.  It was really messy, because I was not very disciplined until Mommy came.  I started at the top and worked my way down, cleaning the big mirrors.  The cramps from the suppository in my sissy bottom started soon enough.  I struggled to clean while trying to keep myself from messing my diapers.  Even though I knew I had no choice about making a mess, I hold back as long as possible, so that when I do mess, it is uncontrolled.  As I started cleaning the sink, I couldn't hold it anymore.  Soft, runny poppies exploded from my sissy bottom, filling my diapers.  I leaned against the counter, groaning with pleasure and relief.  Waves of sissy orgasms shook my body.

When I recovered, I continued cleaning.  My diapers full, but mercifully not leaking.  Soon, I was down on my knees, scrubbing the floor, my diapered, ruffle covered butt sticking up in the air.  After another hour of scrubbing and cleaning, I took a break.  Sitting cautiously on the floor, I felt the mess in my diaper squish around.  I sat on the floor, dressed in a pink sissy dress, my diapers full and thought about my humiliation.