I am in trouble again. Step-Daddy J gave me an enema and is making me write lines. The deal is, if I can finish all 100 lines before I release my enema, I can have a diaper change afterward. The cramps were so bad I couldn't focus on writing. I do my best to hold it, but I can't. I make a huge, stinky, mess in my pretty pink diaper. Step-Daddy J is relentless in his teasing. I can't believe I have to sit in this disgusting loaded diaper for the rest of the day.