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Chapter #4
In the middle of Times Square.
by: Unknown
Ah yes, Times Square. The giant toddler finally makes his way to the end of the street, leaving nothing but a trail of death and destruction behind him. Blood stained the soles of his feet and the city's streets, cars were completely flattened like they had been scrapped for metal, and buildings were either completely toppled over and stepped on, or ginormous holes had been ripped in the sides of them (sending people tumbling out and into the packed streets below to be stepped on, no doubt). A few very unlucky souls had attempted to cling to the sides of the boy's diaper; after noticing this, the giant toddler slapped his hand down on top of them, reducing them to a mushy paste between the palm of his hand and the stretchy fabric of his soggy diaper.
Planting his feet down on the sides of Times Square, the boy stared down at the bustling crowds of people below him.
Sucks to be them, he thought and giggled.
Turning around, the people stared up at the back of his diapered butt and knew exactly what was about to happen. Human instinct to survive had kicked into overdrive at this point, and their panic only created twice as much chaos as before. Blood-curdling screams could be heard as he was setting himself down, and eventually, the inevitable had arrived for the lost souls trapped below. The white fabric of the diaper slowly pushed them into the concrete, and as the boy shifted back and forth to make himself comfortable, the little ones that he had sat on burst instantly.
That's better, the boy thought and sighed in content at the relief he felt in his leg muscles.
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