Mike woke up to a whining from Mo in her dressing room.
"Hold on. I'm coming."
When he got there, there was a crib with an adult Brit woman in a pink onsie, squirming around on her back.
"What do you need?"
"That.", Mo said, pointing to a bottle of warmed milk.
"Come here", Mike reached into the crib.
"Ah-up!" Mo was now in his arms, awkwardly, being that she was still an adult.
"Mmmmm. Love you.", she moaned as she sucked from the bottle. Before he knew it, Mike was rocking her to sleep in his arms.
When all of a sudden...
*Blooooooorp!*
"Mo, don't do it."
"Unf! Hnnnnngh!" Mo strained, kicking.
"Don't do it!"
With one final *SQUIRRRRRRT!*, she released her load. or at least part of it.
"You did tell me that's all there is."
"Nope!"
~Squirm~ *Crinkle* *Streeeeetch*
The seat of her onsie was now tenting from her nice, thick, stiff log.
"Unf! Better!"
"NOW are you done?!"
*Hissssss...*
A warm, damp spot appeared in the groin of her onsie, once the diaper wasnt enough to hold it in.
"All done now!", her accented voice exclaimed.
Mike rolled his eyes, picked himself up, and placed Mo on a changing table in a bathroom. He unbuttoned her struggling-to keep-closed onsie opening on the bottom. Out bulged a light brown, putrid mess concealed in the diaper material.
Mike peeled back the top of the diaper. What he saw/smelled was enough to make him throw up.
"Mo, this is *gag*"
Her entire rump, plus part of her crotch was coated in a wet, soft fecal matter with a smell of sewer gas.
"Oh-reeeeetchhhh!*"
Mike only made the mess much worse with his vomit. Out he took a handful of wipes from a container and tried to cleanup the mess as best he could.
"Daddy, I made smelly!"
"You sure did!", Mike said, baffled by her calling him "daddy".As he sprinkled baby powder on her cleaned arse, he could hear Mo's stomach gurgle.
"Daddy, my tummy hurts!"
Reluctantly, he rubbed her gut.
*Poooooooot!*
Mo: *giggle!*
Mike: "Disgusting."
The messy dump/barf was cleaned up, and only with 10 wipes! Yeah...
A new diaper was put on, and she was once again given her bottle of milk.
"Mmmmm. Nummy."
"Oh, Mo. You're so sweet; to a point." Mike said, taking her back to her room.
"Woww! How hungry you were!", Mike took away her once full bottle. Now he had her over her shoulder, burping her.
*Pat, pat, pat, pat, pat!*
"*Urp! Urp! Belllllch! REEEEETCHH!"
"Ew, Mo!", Mike now had a giant stream of vomit running down his shirt.
That's all I got..
