“Hnnnnnng..”

Toodles grunted, trying to push a load of poop into her thick diaper.

“Hnnnng..!”

She pushed and strained, trying to stretch her tiny hole so she could release the massive amount of mess inside of her.

“HNNNG!-“

But no dice. She panted, red in the face and exhausted. She needed help, and knew exactly where to find it.

“Daddyyyyyy! I can’t go poo poo!”

“You can’t?” Rodger parroted.

“No! It’s not coming out!” Toodles whined.

“Oh dear, do you want me to get you some medicine?”

“Noo! Medidcine’s yucky!”

Rodger paused. He had no rebuttal. Medicine, even the flavored children’s kind, did indeed taste awful. But after several seconds of thought, considering the problem at hand, he came up with a solution.

“Not all of it. Come to the bathroom, I think I have something that can help you.”

Reaching into the medicine cabinet, he pulled out a small enema.

“Are you sure it’s not gonna be yucky?” Toodles asked.

“Positive.”

Rodger carefully filled the bulb up with warm water, then twisted it shut. He then sat on the toilet, patting his lap.

“Sit down, darling.”

Toodles sat, snuggling into his lap, then opened her mouth wide.

“Oh, haha, no honey. This doesn’t go in your mouth.”

“Huh-?”

Rodger laid her on her stomach.

“Daddy’s going to take your nappy off, just for a second, ok?”

“Wuh- why?”

Rodger untaped her diaper, and pulled down the back, exposing Toodles’ crotch. He then inserted the enema into her tiny, tight, butthole, and squeezed slightly, completely filling her.

“Mmh!” 

“Good girl.” Rodger praised, before taking it out.

He flipped her onto her back, and taped her diaper back up nice and snug, before giving it a few pats.

“Such a good girl~”

“Mmmmmh..!” 

Toodles whined, her tummy grumbling violently. She cuddled up to him, wrapping her little arms around him the best she could.

Rodger hugged her in return, closing his eye and rubbing her back soothingly.

“My tummy hu-urts…!” She whimpered.

“I know, poppet, I know.”

He rubbed her aching belly, the touch making her feel how absolutely full she was. 

She couldn’t hold it in anymore. And she remembered, she wasn’t supposed to.

“Hnnng..!”

A long, thick, and soft log slid out of her little hole, loudly hitting the back of her diaper as it ballooned and filled.
Her pamper bloated with poop, quickly hitting Rodger’s lap, and being forced to grow lengthwise, warmth spreading down his legs. Toodles pushed hard as it expanded, big turds slowly stuffing it fuller and fuller. Eventually the flow stopped though, her diaper filled to be as big as her,

Toodles gave the hardest sigh she had ever done in her life, feeling immense relief.

“I…”
“I made poopies…”

She smiled as she huffed and puffed, proud of her work.

“I can tell, princess.”

Rodger replied, trying not to dry heave from the smell.

A toot escaped from her tired hole, her pile of pool ball poopoo bubbling.

“Eheh..”

She then looked up at him. His face was full of restraint, no pride or joy in his eye. His gaze burned to her, feeling as though he was angry at her for existing. Her relief high faded, a lump grew in her throat, as she choked out,

“…did I do good, Daddy..?”

He blinked, looking down at her. Looking down at her wet eyes, as she used every fiber in her body to not break down crying right that second.

In response, Rodger held her tight, and rocked her slowly back and forth. Like she was the tiniest baby in the world.

“You did the best, Toodles. The very best.”

A soft kiss was planted on her forehead, as he gingerly rubbed her head. He then stood up, and started to make his way to her room, holding her close all the way.