"Well, I guess all of that Miralax I've been giving you finally worked," Heather sighed. Jen giggled. She had been dressed up to go to ballet practice after their mall trip, so her accident was clearly visible through her bulged out leggings under her tutu. Heather reflexively went to check her daughters rear, but quickly realized the unnecessary mess that could make. "Come on, pumpkin, let's get your stinky butt changed," she said, as she grabbed Jen's hand to take her to the bathroom.
Because of the load in her pants, Jen waddled along legs apart as she went. Alex and Hoshi felt like they were being thrown around with every step, but they were packed so tight in the shit that they were fixed in place. Eventually, they all arrived at their destination, a family restroom that had the noticable odor inside of dirty diapers. Heather set down her diaper bag, and folded down a changing table that Jen was then hoisted onto. The mother removed her daughters tutu, as she didn't want to get it dirty, and then her leggings were pulled down. The loaded pull-up was discolored around the sides and gathers, the wetness indicator still intact. It did not contain the smell, however, which quickly overcame the latent odor of the restroom before it was even opened.
Alex and Hoshi's environment became a little brighter as the leggings were removed, and then even more so as the mother peeled open the sides, and pulled down the front. Alex was face-up in the compacted mess, with Hoshi's legs on either side of his head. They were both covered in shit, and it would be almost impossible to see them unless you knew to look for them. Based on the mother's disgusted expression, she was not interested in looking at anything inside her daughter's very messy diaper. "Gross," she mumbled to herself as she quickly tried to use the front to clean off Jen's crotch with the front half, but mostly ended up smearing it around due to the extensive mess in the pull-up.
"You can't make poopies in your diapers forever, Jen!" Heather began to scold her, turning her head now and then to take a full breath. Jen just laughed, "But it's more comfier in my pull-up, and the potty is scary." As they were going back and forth, Alex was trying to scream for the mother's attention, to no avail. Heather used a couple wipes to clean off the mess from Jen's front, depositing them on top of the open diaper and quickly silencing Alex. Then, Heather folded the front of the pull-up down over the mess, pressing the soiled wipe down tight over Alex's face. She then used many more to clean off Jen's poopy butt, adding weight to the half of the diaper on Alex's face. Realizing how many wipes this might take, she reached into her diaper bag and pulled out a plastic sack, opening it near the foot of the table. After piling a mound of used wipes on the dirty diaper, she carefully pulled it out from under Jen, and folded it in half again. Careful not to get any mess on her fingers, she gingerly wrapped the sides around the top, and dropped the nasty bundle into the sack. "You need to make your big-girl poopies in the toilet and not your pull-ups, it stinks!" Heather teased her daughter as as she held her nose and waved her hand in front of her face, looking over at a smiling Jen.
Alex and Hoshi were once again compacted completely in the waste, and any light gone. "So close to being the diaper trash we deserve to be!" Hoshi called out, largely muffled by their surroundings. Alex just groaned.
Heather finished up cleaning the soiled bottom with a few more wipes, dropping each into the sack after use. "I guess you're all clean now, Jen-jen." "Thanks Mommy! Promise I'll use the big-girl potty next time!" Jen replied, only mildly embarrassed by her "accident". Heather tied closed the diaper sack, glad to mitigate the smell at least a bit. She grabbed a fresh pull-up from her bag, and slipped it on Jen's legs, and pulled up her leggings. Returning her to the ground, she put away the wipes, and picked up the bulbous pink sack filled with a pink and brown mess. "I think this stinker needs to be doubled-up," she muttered, and reached into her bag for another disposable sack. The mess was quickly doubled bagged and tied off, before Heather took it over to a large pedal bin next to the sink.
As Heather stepped on the pedal, she caught a wiff of the smell of rancid diapers. "Still better than the stink of this rotten one," she thought, as she dropped the shit-filled sack into the bin, as it landed with an audible sound on top of a a few other diapers and pink pull-ups. "Yucky," the couple heard her say, before the lid slammed shut and condemned them to their fate. Hoshi was breathing heavily, practically moaning, while Alex just lay in stunned silence.
"Let's get your tutu back on, then we will head to ballet, ok?" they heard Heather say, and soon they heard hands being washed and the door open and shut.