While giggling at the sight of her embarrassed friend, Mindy's pulls her legs inward and relaxes her bladder. *HISSSS* Allison feels first spurts, and then a stream of fluid impacting her midsection. Her body begins to greedily absorb the salty but sweet stream, "swallowing" all of the warm liquid involuntarily. "Gross!... I can almost pretend it's apple juice, almost..." the diaper-girl thinks.
Bella's mom begins the diaper change, none the wiser. She opens the sides of her daughter's discolored training pants, pulls the front down, releasing more of the stench from the accident into the room. Bella glances over towards Mindy, but soon turns to look away as her mother begins to wipe her. Allison trys to focus on anything but the older girl's dirty diaper change, but it's hard for the diaper-girl to ignore smeared wipe after smeared wipe being used and dropped onto the chunky load in the soiled pull-up. The smell also discourages the diaper girl. "Is THAT what it would taste like if she ends up using me for #2? No way, I can't imaging tasting that!"
As if on cue, Allison feels a rumble from the girl. Her cheeks flex, and Allison is given a quick taste of the bad ending she is dreading. *BRRAAPPT* Mindy's sulphurous fart hangs around inside Allison for much longer than she would like, mixing with the ever present taste of urine. Mindy's fart seems to have gone unnoticed, the smell weak in comparison to the dirty diaper.
"OK, you're just about nice and clean again, Bella," the mother sighs. She pulls the messy pull-up away from the anxious girl, rolling it up in a pink bundle as best she can. Mindy, feeling antsy, jumps off the couch and begins to run around the room. Allison's heavy, soaked body shakes back and forth wildly with every step. "Hey, slow down there sweety! Be careful! Looks like you might need a change, too..."
Mindy turns and runs toward Bella. Allison can see she is just being helped up and into fresh training pants by her mom. "Tag, you it!" Mindy tags the girl, and begins to run off before Bella's pants are even on. "Slow down Mindy! Please don't run like that in the house! I don't want to have to put you in time-out..." Mindy doesn't seem to pay much mind to the mother, running out of the living room into the hallway. Giggling, she establishes a circuit, running through the hall and kitchen repeatedly. Allison is shaken so much, she feels like she's about to explode.
Eventually, Bella's mom intercepts Mindy, grabbing her shoulder firmly. "No running like that in the house, okay?! You're gonna sit in the corner for 5 minutes, because you didn't listen to me." Mindy, now slightly tired, just gives a weak "Aww..." in response. The mother guides Mindy with one hand down the hallway, her other hand holding the soiled pull-up. The pair walks past a laundry room, and the mother makes a detour to dispose of the dirty diaper. A diaper pail sits in the corner of the room, which itself smells faintly of the contents in the pail. Not willing to let go of Mindy, the mother walks them both up to the diaper pail. Allison hears the lid pop open, then the swish and thud of the loaded pull-up going in the trash. "Tee-hee, it looks wike it has a mouf!" Mindy comments. "It looks funny, but poopy diapers are too stinky for a regular garbage can," the mother replies.
The two walk though the kitchen, the mother stopping again briefly to wash her hands. She is careful to not let Mindy out of her sight while doing so. Returning to the living room, Bella has turned on the TV and is sitting enjoying cartoons. The mother sternly leads Mindy away towards a toddler playmat in the corner, picking out a small plastic chair for Mindy. "OK, you're gonna sit here and look at the corner for 5 minutes. Bella! Turn off the TV for a bit." Both girls sigh, disappointed. Mindy reluctantly plops herself down on the hard plastic chair. Allison feels the liquid inside her actually squeeze like a sponge." "Owww! Ugh, I can feel it... moving... again." she thinks.
Mindy leans forward with her elbows on her knees. The brunette toddler shifts back and forth for a few seconds, before...