The Third Messing

Holly and their mom both nodded their heads.

“Alright, let’s do this.” As planned, Holly and their mom got on Rachel’s sides and carefully started to untape the diaper so that nothing spilled out. However, just as Holly was undoing her second tape, something happened.

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“Ahn!” Rachel doubled over once more, a familiar look on her face. Holly and her parents all exchanged worried, disbelieving looks.

“There’s MORE?!?!” Holly yelled.

“Nnnnngh!”

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Rachel’s stomach let out a rumble so loud it shook the entire house, causing a vase and several framed photos to crash to the floor.

“Poop… gotta… poop..!!”

“Quick! Tape her back up!” her dad yelled. Holly and her mom did as they were instructed and backed away. “We just gotta hope that diaper holds. She can’t possibly have that much more inside her.”

“Hnnnn… NNNYUUUUGH!!!”

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Just as their dad had finished speaking, Rachel clenched her fists and scrunched up her face as her ass let out an enormous fart, followed quickly by a bubbly, gurgly cacophony. Before their very eyes, Rachel’s diaper expanded even more, going backward and forward as the poop worked its way out of her rectum and fought for space in the overcrowded diaper. The gigantic diaper now began growing a fourth time, going forward and backward as the bottom of the padding flattened itself against the ground. It expanded a full foot in both directions before at last it could no longer grow in a single dimension, and Rachel’s family watched in horror as her feet were slowly lifted off the ground by her own mess. The mush piled into the bottom of the diaper, pushing it past its limits and defying logic as Rachel’s body slowly, slowly moved upward toward the ceiling.

Holly looked on in utter shock and disbelief. How? How is this even possible?!? What sort of black magic- Before she could finish her thought, a new sensation hit her nose that was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was worse than just a smell: this gas burned her very nostrils even through the clothespin and made her lungs feel fit to burst. Even her skin had begun to feel heavy and prickly as the gas swirled around the room, encompassing the family and their belongings. The peeling of the walls now accelerated until even the drywall had begun to show signs of rot, and the plants in the room now blackened until they were beyond recognition.

“This is… this is just…” their dad began, but he trailed off as he fell to his knees and collapsed to the floor. Their mom, speechless, followed quickly after.

Holly looked worriedly at her parents, but found that they were still breathing. They seem like they’ll be fine, but- She had begun to feel woozy herself and had **** but to run outside. However, as she all but broke through the front door, she found that even out here, she could not escape the wrath of Rachel’s diaper. Their yard had become an unrecognizable barren patch of dead plant life, and the damage soon began spreading to other houses. Those who had not emerged before now had no option, and the entire block had been thrown into turmoil as people searched desperately for a breath of fresh air. They watched as their own yards withered from the odorous gas, and those with more well-kempt yards mourned the loss of their prized flowers. However, most people were simply too consumed by the odor to do anything but run down the sidewalk while covering their noses, praying that the next street corner would be free of the deathly odor.

They quickly discovered, however, that that was not to be the case. The smell had now penetrated all of Fouler Hill, and plant life even as far out as the next town had begun to wilt. The white coverings of the houses stained yellow, the restaurants had lost all their business, office buildings had closed early, and trucks from the fire department were scanning for the source of the horrendous odor.

At last, Holly saw the biohazard truck pull into the lot. Several men dressed in thick yellow suits and masks rushed forward when they saw the girl, questioning her about what had happened. Holly, too weak to utter a word, simply pointed toward the door of her house. The men busted it down and stared in awe. “What… the…”

In front of them was an inexplicable, otherworldly amount of poop, packed tightly into a garment that perhaps could once have been a diaper, but would now better be described as a plastic covering large enough to house several Christmas trees. The material had been stretched thin, but somehow held tight even as the mess stained the outside a deep brown. It had stretched forward and backward several feet and was surrounded by broken shelves and furniture. And on top of it all was one petite 18-year-old girl, whose strawberry blonde hair now grazed the celiing. She kicked her legs back and forth, allowing her heels to make indents in the diaper. Her hands were busy poking, rubbing and slapping the mountainous mess of which she was the proud owner. Hearing the door burst open, she looked down at the men in suits and smiled proudly, throwing her hands out to the side.

“Look! GIGANTIC!”