I sat on the couch to watch TV but Richard walked in behind me and changed it to paw patrol and turned on parental controls so I couldn't change it. I pouted but watched anyway and began to enjoy it. I started to sing along to the theme song but halfway through my stomach started to hurt a bit. I tried to let out a fart but something more came out. My eyes widen I just pooped my pull up I have to find a way to hide this or Richard will never let me hear the end of it. I sneaked into my room and grabbed a clean pull-up and wipes. I laid down and squirmed a bit feeling the poop squish against my butt. I tore the sides of the pull-up and started to clean up but then Richard walked in. "Awww did the little baby go poopy in his pull-up?" He said. I wanted to yell at him but the embarrassment of being caught with a messy pull-up stopped me. Richard took over and finished changing me it felt good to be in a clean pull-up after being in that messy one but I would never admit that to him. "There all clean but that's your second accident in one day one more and you get put back in diapers" Richard said. I gulped and thought to myself I was in undies this morning now I'm in pull-ups and being threatened with diapers how has this happened so fast?