..”“Exactly how much poetry did you TAKE in college?”Giggle. “That’s not poetry...”“Yet another case of you passing up the abilities of ...y vocabulary.”“You’re sweet, baby. One of a million reasons for us to be together.”I glanced sideways at the lovely creature sitting beside me – well, the truck’s console is in the way. What I’d give for the bench-style seat of Dad’s old pickup truck – the one I learned to drive in, the one that I used for dating, the one he gave me when I went off to college.. I couldfeel his eyes on me as I went - probably trying to see up my dress. Dirtybastard.Not long had passed since I'd left the room, but lots had gone wrong inthat time. Superficially the room looked the same, but as I dropped theshoes and went for the mirror I noticed a couple of subtle changes; wheremy comb had been on the dressing table was now a big hairbrush with apurple elastic wound around the handle, the pair of jeans I'dconveniently left on the back of the chair was a long, burgundy. " Bugger, I thought I was getting close then, especially with you cumming so much." And I need a shower," she prodded me in the stomach. "You can wash me down."I had to remind her to put her dress back on before she got into the car. She just stuck her tongue out at me and muttered, "Spoil sport."She stood in the shower, warm water streaming down her naked body. I ran my soapy hands over her smooth, soft skin. Her nipples were already engorged and I knew that the wetness between her legs wasn't. "Fill my diaper up no way am I going to walk home in a diaper full of poopmaybe just a little poop is it. "I don't have to go poop, so I might justhave to poop a little okay?" Okay but you better hurry, now stand behind the swing and start to gopotty, and I will know if you are faking it. If you don't, I will telleveryone I found you in the park wearing a dress and a diaper."Damn I have no choice. "Okay I never did this before so don't laugh." I won't, just get behind me while I am pushing.