Lunch Time!

Ren wiped the sweat his brow as he relaxed, his diaper slowly becoming waterlogged as he wet himself. Having been wearing them his entire life, he had no control over when he went and just did it like everyone else.

As soon as he was finish, he waddled his way home with his dad following behind. Ren’s home was a typical farm house with the necessary essential: a kitchen, a cellar, two bedrooms, one for his folks and the other for him and his sister with cribs for each of them, and a changing table.

As they entered, Ren’s mother was busy nursing his newborn sister.

“Come and get your food.” She said. Ren could already smell it, mashed potatoes, mushy peas and milk, his favorite. It didn’t take long for him and his dad to get their food, put on their bibs and dug in.

“Oh by the way Ren,” his mother said while they were still eating, “I need you to bring a load of the crops into the village and meet with the king’s representative. They apparently need extra for a royal gathering at the castle and they’re paying handsomely. Could you be a dear please?”