My Weird Family

When someone thinks of family activities, one of the things that might come up is a big family dinner. Where your cousins come down and you get to see your aunts, as well as the delicious food that they bring that makes the whole day awesome! Well, my family activities are a little different…

The best way that I should get into this is with one of my earliest memories. We had this big cookout at my grandma’s house, all of my big cousins came down and so did Libby who is my little cousin. She was a whole year older than me, but for some reason Libby acted much younger. I was four and she was five. That being said, none of that mattered because Libby was so fun! We’d play literally every time the family was doing stuff together; it wasn’t until I got a bit older when I started to hang out with my older cousins. As for now, Libby was my playmate! Today we were playing in my room after just having such a fun time in our little kiddie pool. She was playing with a Bratz doll, lifting it up into the air and dropping her down on the bed, doing so made her laugh sooo much lol. I thought she was so silly, for real. Libby had just finished drying off and getting changed from the pool, she was wearing: a girly dress with little flowers around it, it was one of those dresses that was a little frilly and stuff, she had her bouncy ginger hair curling down to her shoulders, and she wore this bow in her hair that completed the whole outfit! I thought Libby was so funny, and she was such a good playmate!

Libby continued to drop the doll, with each thud, she giggled almost uncontrollably. Her laughter was so contagious, and looking at her face go red was making me start to laugh! I rolled on to my back and started to give in fully to laughing my butt off, and while I was laughing my butt off I could clearly see Libby laughing her butt off. Unintentionally I kind of rolled myself in a way where I was directly looking up her dress, as she was unaware; she was too busy laughing to notice me. She was pudgy, but not in anyway overweight at all. She’s kinda the same as how babies have pudgy little legs and arms because they are kinda just built like that, that’s Libby. She’s lowkey built like a toddler, and that connection was furthered by something shocking. I looked up, past her pale white thighs and to her chunky bum that was covered completely in a thick Sesame Street diaper. Huh? Why was Libby wearing a diaper? If she’s a bed wetter that’s fine, but it’s the middle of the day, bedtime isn’t soon? Why is she wearing a baby diaper and not a goodnite? So many questions were going through my mind as it raced to piece together what weirdness I was seeing above me. That’s when my thoughts were interrupted by a loud bubbly fart, it was the type of fart that instantly smelled with little to no wait time from air to nose. I cringed as the rancid smell of poop hit my nostrils, one that I was not yet used too. I looked up as I watched Libby squat down and literally begin to fill her diaper. She let out another toot, this one sounded extremely forced, as the other one certainly could have passed as an accident. Coupled by the very audible grunt and squat combo, she was obviously attempting to empty the contents of her bowels directly down into her undergarments. Why is Libby pooping right now? Did she always wear diapers? Was she just not potty trained or what? I was in disbelief, and it was happening so fast. Her diaper began to bloat and sag with each push, poo entered her diaper like cement filling a wheelbarrow. Thick and stinky cement, ew. The mess filled and filled until she was seemingly all done when she unsquatted herself slowly. I used her moment of unsquatting to roll out from under her dirty diaper butt looming over me and sat up acting like I didn’t just see/smell/hear her shit herself and her diaper. “Sorry, I think I tooted?~”, Libby patted her bum and did a little wiggle as she adjusted her dress. “Mm, uh, was it loud? Why are ya lookin’ at me wike dat?~” I looked at her and asked if she was okay. “Mhm, I think ima just gassy wight now fo some weason. Is it bad? Oh, I’m sowwy~” Libby was embarrassed that me, another girl, heard her fart super loud and could smell it too. Hell I’d be super embarrassed too. I just told her that it was okay and that we should keep playing before we had to leave the party to go home. She agreed, and we kept playing. More and more she would stop playing all the sudden to fix her dress. When she’d do this I couldn’t help but imagine how full her diaper must be, she pooped so much and it still smells so gross; I have no idea how she couldn’t smell it herself. How can someone be so comfortable sitting and walking around in something… like that. I asked her why she kept stopping to fix herself, and she said “Mm, itsa girly girl thing. I don’t think ya getted it!”, as she stuck her tongue out and made a face at me. Insulted, I retorted with a fast, but honestly rude quip, “Oh, I didn’t know pooping your pants was just a girly girl thing!” And I laughed at my older cousin, standing there in her loaded up pampers. She just stood there like I was stupid, “Yeah huh! My Mommy told me!”. I responded confused, “Auntie Liz told you that pooping your pants was a girly girl thing?”. She poked me, annoyed at my bluntness. “Don’t be a meanerrr, you are supposed to be nice! Of course, it because sometimes girly girls just need their diapies. Mommy said that that’s why she not going to potty train, mm, and stuffs!” I looked at her, trying to understand “-uh?”. Libby explained in the way that Libby does, that her Mom has not potty trained any of her daughters and she herself parades around in diapers as well. “… and dats pretty much all there is, haha!” Libby finished her long answer with lifting up her dress to reveal the front of her diaper to me, “Mommy told me that I shouldn’t be embarrassed about my diapers, especially around family. Dats you!” as she gave me a big hug. I was just dumb founded at what I had just heard, but I hugged my older cousin anyway lol. “Besides! I no poopy yet!”, Libby said proudly while hugging me tightly, “Mhmm! No poopoo in my diapie!”. “I think I can smell you, Libs. You definitely made poopoo in your diaper”. She gave me a happy look, like I had just gave her a new toy, and turned around lifting her dress up high. “Mommy told me my diaper only poopy when it full!”, she revealed a very saggy pamper that was obviously full of fresh poop; it hung with the weight of a mighty mess that stunk my room up so badly, so what the heck did she mean by only poopy when it’s full? So I asked her what she meant, I probably shouldn’t have though. Libby leaned forward and began to squat a bit, “My diapie only poopyyy… when it’s, hnnnng” I could only watch in horror and amazement as she finished the crap she was taking from earlier; her diaper was full before, now it’s just too much. She pushed out a brick sized mess on top of the sludge that she previously loaded into her poor Sesame Street pamper, grunting shamelessly as she stunk her diaper up. My eyes lit up… almost on instinct I leaned in so I could secretly snoof her fresh manure; at the time I had no idea what came over me, but now as I type this silly story know that that indeed was my “Awakening”. Libby has begun to make my subconscious lean towards “diapered women” as a cool thing lol. Anyway, yeah. Libby was just finishing up as I stuck a few long sniffs: I sniffed her backside, the hanging part of my cousins drooping dirty diaper; and it was amazing~ “…When it’s full!”, taking a few much needed breathes of air, Libby finishes up. I scoot back so that she couldn’t see what I was doing; it also hit me: why am I sniffing her butt? I’m so weird, I thought, then I saw what was in front of me and felt way less weird. My older cousin with an over-pooped pamper on, yup that was a bit more odd I think lol. “I poopy now, hehe”, she proudly said as I recoiled back. Her face was red and she caught her breath, a poo poo well made. I spoke these next words to Libby and I’ll never forget them, “Can you show me how much you pooped your diaper, Libs? I want to see how dirty it is!” In my head I was so embarrassed saying that out loud, but for some reason I was just so curious. “Uh huh! I turn awound~” She didn’t even lift her dress up, it’s almost as if I were a babysitter checking a babies diaper; zero effort on her part. First I reached under her dress to touch her bulging diaper butt- packed with stinky solid lumps and mud that made her diaper so full that it sagged well down to her knees- in which was impossible due to her chubbiness, so her diaper bloated heavily in the back with the majority of it being smushed between her pasty thighs and directly under her butt- as my hand made contact with her warm messy diaper Libby squatted gently, using my hand as a pseudo-chair. I praised her, “So so stinky, Libby. You did all of that in your diaper~” My hand, now being sat on by my big stinky cousin, began to get tired- so I asked Libby to get up. “Nuh uh, you hold poopies longer, it heavy” she protested, “I wike dis hehe”, Libby squatted more and more until I got tired and decided I was done being shy- for some reason this made me have butterflies so screw it- I figured what the heck. I got up and supported my Libby’s backside with both hands as I gently lowered her onto my lap. Her diaper mushed as she sat, with little to no reaction from Libby- other than her cute giggling. That’s when we were interrupted by one of the adults at the get together- my Aunt, Libby’s mom.

My Aunt is a short chunky woman, she wasn’t the prettiest ever but she certainly wasn’t ugly- she wore these clothes as if she were straight from the 50’s or whatever, and these catty glasses that competed her look. For this particular instance, she was matching Libby’s outfit, a frilly flower dress, only this dress was a little too small. “Elizabeth, baby. We need to get going so… um, did one of you go number two? It stinks in this room! Elizabeth, get up off your cousin so I can check you guys” I watched as, Libby labored to get off of my lap. She rolled her body forward and she leaned with it- giving me a perfect view of her very very dirty mushed poopy diaper that was just a minute ago smushing on top of my lap- I felt so weird thinking like that, but I simply couldn’t resist her babyish self. My aunt saw me admiring her daughter’s backside and commented, much to my embarrassment “little Ms. Lily, why are you so interested in what up my Elizabeth’s dress?” Libby got up and hugged her mothers leg as I stood up to answer Aunty, “Aunty, Libby told me about her potty training and it made me excited I guess, I just curious… curious about it, I guess” I awkwardly explained myself to this seemly huge woman that now knows that I know her wicked weird parental practice. My Aunt gave me a look that made me think that she was going to scold me, but instead… “I see, well Ms. Lily. So I suppose you can keep a secret, it is my girls, myself, and yours to keep. No ands if or buts about it- do I make my self clear?” I straightened out, “Yes, Aunty I promise! I won’t break my promise!” She examined me for a minute, as if she were considering something. “Ms. Lily, would you like to help me change Libby? Since you seem so keen on hanging around my baby’s backside.” Seeing this as a way to not be in trouble I nodded and she begun to change this disgusting overfilled Sesame Street diaper. I watched my Aunt meticulously change Libby, it was over before I could catch my thoughts. “Here, take Elizabeth’s diaper and throw it away, please.” I just did as I was told, from behind me I heard my Aunt tell Libby to wait for her in the living room and that she’d be there soon- followed by Libby immediately saying “Yup!” and off she went. I tossed away the over-used diaper and turned around to face my Aunt. She had her back towards me as she was distracted with something, I looked at her wide hips and her round bottom trying to picture her with a diaper on. I’m so weird, why am I doing this? I never did this befo… “Ms. Lily, can I help you?” She cocked her head over her right shoulder, looking at me facing away and then looking down to her bum - she was watching me the whole time - “Little Ms. Lily, is it noticeable, my diaper? I’m sure you can see it under my dress from down there.” I answered honestly, beyond nervous that she was going to tell my parents how weird I am, “No, I promise!” stammering, “I-I can’t see it, I’m sorry. I…” My Aunt backed up so that I could, and with a babyish-tone to her voice, “Can you see my diapie now, Ms. Lily?” I looked up through teary eyes to see my Aunt standing over me, revealing her bulky white adult diaper, it almost looked like she was wearing multiple diapers it was so bulky. It made her butt look huge, this was something I always noticed about her- having a big butt- but now I now that it was the bulk of her diaper that gave it such volume. I stared and stared, for some reason… I wanted my Aunt to sit on me and crush me under her ginormous diaper, as she filled it with lots of poo poos. As these thoughts entered my mind she spoke again, as if she read my mind, “Dawww, do you wanna watch me make stinkies from down there?” I answered, as if on instinct, “Yes please, Aunty” Her face scrunched as if surprised by what I said, then she said, “If I go pooping myself , it’ll ruin the secret in front of everybody silly little Ms. lily, then it won’t be a secret anymore” She squatted down, lowering her massive diapered butt low enough for me to touch it, and I did. My little hand was dwarfed by her diaper, and I was right, she wore multiple diapers. I patted her butt and raised myself to sniff it at the perfect time as she began to fart up her padding. Each bassy fart made my whole body vibrate, I didn’t even mind the smell- for some reason, this made me so happy. “Aunty, I love you so much!” She continued to fart on me until she got tired of squatting over me, “I’m gonna make boom boom in this diaper if I keep this up, all that farting’ probably stained my first diaper…” she bent forward and pulled her diaper back, “Ms. Lily, is it messy back there? I no go uh-oh I hope?” I was in heaven so I agreed happily to check if my Aunt indeed just pooped in her adult diaper, pulling her many diapers back to reveal a heavily stained but not yet filled