"Ah, finally. It worked! Isn't it great that you are not constipated anymore? Is the baby happy?" Mom's snark was palatable.

"Mommy, please... clean me up..." I begged with tears rolling down my chin. I think the punishment was over, and I was desperate for some comfort.

"Sure thing, darling. But first, I need to show you something." Mom suggested, then turned to Izzie. "Izzie, could you please finish the recording and upload it to my computer? I can share it with you tomorrow. I need a minute with Bel."

I did not know they recorded everything. I focused on my misery and anger and had not noticed the tiny camera in Izzie's hand. Was it there the whole time?

"Okay." Izzie agreed and turned to me. "Just so you know: from now on, I consider you my cute, smelly baby brother. Haha!"

Mom closed the door and moved me in front of the toilet. With every step, my diarrhea-like poop sploshed a little on the floor. Mom lifted the toilet seat, but instead of guiding me there, she disrobed and sat on it.

"This is something you will never have to do here at home. You can always use your diapers like a baby." She explained as she relieved herself on the toilet. She was quick - probably just did it for the show and not because she actually had to go. She stood up and led me to the shower, where she has carefully removed my clothing and washed me.

She led me back to the living room, where she placed me on my back. She took some baby powder and covered my butt with it. Then applied some healing cream to my butt hole. She lifted my legs and took care of my diaper rashes.

"Ah, you are all done?" She inquired Izzie, who had just returned.

"Yes, I copied everything to your computer... so I guess this is the goodbye. It was nice meeting you, and I had a wonderful time with Bel." She told us. I couldn't look into her eyes, so I just looked on the side.

"I have a goodbye present for Bel. To thank him for his time." Isabella said. She rummaged in her purse and took a large black object out.

"Oh, this is one of those hollow butt-plugs! We should try it now!" Mom got excited about the present.

I have physically and mentally given up at this point. I let Izzie and mom lift and spread my legs. I let them push the hollow butt-plug inside as far as they could. I said no words, muttered no sound: I couldn't care about Izzie anymore. I knew my future was mommy and no one else.

"Why don't we re-watch what Izzie recorded?" Mom asked as we said our goodbyes to Izzie. I have slowly waddled back into the room, following her, just realizing that some of the poop that stayed up inside me was now dropping on the floor through the hollow butt plug.

"Haha, you are so silly. Look at the mess you are making!" Mom teased me. I could only smile because I had no more tears left.