The 9 y/o arctic fox boy lays in his bed, wrapped tightly in the native american quilt blanket his grandma had made for him on his first birthday, cuddling a soft fuzzy body pillow.

Suddenly the lights flash on and Sox pulls the blanket over his eyes, and he feels hands tighten around his arms that begin to shake him!    

Mom: "Wake up, honey! School starts in an 2 hours!"    
Sox just groans, turning over away from his mom as the blanket then pulls off, exposing him and his diaper to the cool morning wind wafting in from his half-open window, he shoots up and rubs his eyes

Sox: "C'mon mom, just 5 more minutes!"

Mom: "No, you've missed the first hour of school for the past 3 days! You can't do this again..."

The boy just sighs "Fine" as his stands up, he walks towards the mirror in the corner of his messy bedroom and stares into his own green neon eyes, his neck-long thick, wavy black hair is messy and tangled, his diaper soggy, yellow, and swollen "I could do with a makeover" he giggles.

Sox opens his drawer as his mom leaves the room, dressing himself in a white t-shirt and pulling black sweatpants over his diaper, combing his hair over his eye, he trods down his bedroom stairs with a pip in his step, the smell of breakfast becoming thicker in the room, he walks around the corner to find the sight of his big chubby bear dad sitting at the table, already feasting at his meal, Sox sits on one of the free chairs, his diaper cusioning his butt against the hard wooden seat.

His mom then lays a plate of delicious food in front of him, bacon, eggs, and pancakes doused in maple syrup, along side a large cup 'o milk; Sox starts chowwing down on his large breakfast, eating it almost faster than his dad, his lip fur stained in syrup and bacon grease, washing it down with 4 large chugs of milk before that is even gone.
Dad: "Woah, Sox, looks like you beat my record!" 

Sox and Dad both giggle as Sox's belly rumbles, but not before the laughs are cut off by a sharp fart from Sox!
Dad looks at Sox with an ambitious grun, lifting up his left leg to squeeze out a loud fart of his own, followed by the two giggling profusely, again.
Mom: "boys will be boys" She says as she sighs.

Sox then returns his fathers gaze, releasing a blast of gas of his own, the two begin the great war of the farts, each fart progressively louder, wetter, and stankier than the last, after 10 farts from either male, it's Sox's turn, he leans over and grunts, this fart seems to be harder to work out than the last, he shows his teeth and grunts one last time, letting out another rank fart, though this one is... different...

Sox's eyes go wide, the butt of his shorts begins to bulge outward as the diaper underneath it crinkles, the sharp smell of waste fills the room and mixes with the smell of food, he sits down in shame and puts all his weight on his soft, warm, wet mess, causing it to squelch.

His dad begins to heavily laugh, grabbing his belly and slapping his knee, he then releases a sharp fart, his face goes long as brown liquid drips from the seat of his pants
Sox stands up in panic "I- I need to change!" Just as he says this, his school bus rolls up outside his house "Uh-oh" he says 
"And I need to be to work in 10 minutes" says dad.
Mom: "Well" Sighs "Looks like you don't have any time" She shrugs.

Sox stands up and pulls the back-pack around his arms, as he walks towards the door, every step making a squelch noise, he opens the door and continues to walk towards the bus, no other choice.

Dad sighs "Well, not the worst monday morning I've ever had"