A Rosa by Any Other Scent

I wanted a real Pokemon!  But Mommy says not until I'm a big girl... and how am I supposed to be a big girl if I'm still in diapers?  I looked down at my romper, pulled between my legs and fastened over the thick diaper.  With my hair in buns, with the overall straps, with my puffy pants... it was clear to everyone, even me, that I wasn't old enough yet.  So I went over to the plushies.  If I couldn't get a real one, I could get a stuffed one instead, right?  Mommy would have to say yes!

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Oh my little Rosa, still looking at plush pokemon, still trapped in the land of imagination and make-believe. I rolled my eyes and turned back to look at the things parents are here for; potions, max repels, the latest issue of 'So your child has left to become a Pokemon master Monthly.' I was sure she'd be fine, she'd grow up, right?

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Maybe Oshawott?  Or Tepig?  I've been wondering about my starter for ages... but choices were so difficult!  So frustrating!  I felt a gurgle in my tummy.  I leaned over, holding the Oshawott plushie tight in my arms.  I hugged him to my chest, squeezing, pushing... until I felt the seat of my diaper grow heavy and warm.  The tightness in my tummy vanished and a familiar stinky smell filled the store.  "Maybe I should get this one," I said quietly to myself.

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I almost missed it, I was so enthralled in an article about the new wave of fashion in the community; shorts and how comfy and easy to wear they were, that I almost didn't notice my daughter learning forward slightly, and the weight drop down into the seat of her diaper. With a deep sigh and a held breath, I put the magazine down and went over to Rosa, cupping the seat of her diaper and the bulge that had formed. 

"And I just changed you, honey. Hurry up and choose stinky butt."

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Mommy put her hand on the seat of my diaper and pushed the mushy mess against my bottom.  A shiver ran up my spine and I let out a sharp exhale.  She gave my messy tush a few swats and I trembled at her touch.  A blush came over my cheeks. "I made stinky?" I asked her, oblivious to what I'd just done.  And in the store, too... I held Oshawott tight to my chest. "Wan' this one, Mommy."

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"You sure did, Rosa. You sure did." I sighed and ruffled her hair between her pigtails, wondering if it was about time to surrender to the inevitable. Why did I name the worlds smelliest little girl "Rosa" again? "Alright, honey, let's get that paid for and take you home before you Poison Gas the whole store."