Rachel's mom said ,just for that, you have to wear the diaper for an entire week, no taking it off. no changing. Deal with it.
Rachel loved it. She squat down once more and filled it again. This time the diaper touched the ground and was really starting to get heavy. It was dark brown and smelled so bad, it looked like the walls were getting darker.
Rachel's sister, just watched as the diaper continued to grow.
6 days later...
The diaper was HUGE now. Rachel couldn't get it out of her room anymore, and the house has stink lines EVERYWHERE. Rachel made a few more wishes during the past days. Including,
1. I wish for my poop to stink badly.
2. I wish my Mom was in my diaper.
3. I wish my sister, was UNDER my diaper.
The house was now a stink bomb. There was no way, of getting rid of the smell. Then she got a new idea.
Rachel: I wish for my diaper to never rip, or be taken off ever. I wish I will never get diaper rash.
The wishes happened, and the next few days got worse.
The house was gone, and it was all diaper. The neighbors left. And there was a giant cloud of toxic fumes about the town. Rachel was now a giantess, and was dumping pound after pound of poopy sludge into her diaper. She was sitting on her new diaper chair, as it expanded every second. The smell would get worse too. Now the town was just a diaper, and Rachel, was the queen of it all. occassionaly she would let out a fart so powerful and loud, that the air would grow thicker. Anyone who tried to enter or bother her, would be come trapped in her diaper.