The mother beckons Mindy over. "Come here, honey." Mindy walks over to stand on the plastic mat, waddling slightly due to the mess in her pants. She turns to face Bella's mom. The woman reaches her hands out assist Mindy to the ground. "Let me help you..."
Mindy swishes her long hair away from her face, and looks at the woman. She ignores her caregiver's assistance, plopping herself down right on her ass.
The hot, semi-solid mess inside Allison *SPLAT*s out in every direction. The girl's cheeks and nether-regions are coated in her waste.
"Oh god... I-I can feel it all, inside me..." the diaper-girl shudders, if she could.
"Oof. Mindy..." scolds the mother. Mindy reclines herself, halfway propped up on her elbows. She again ignores the mom and instead looks over towards Bella. The two girls share tiny smiles.
*SWISH* *SWISH* *SWISH* *SWISH*
Wipes are pulled from the container by the unhappy looking woman in anticipation of the clean-up. "Can you cooperate with me now, sweety? We can get your stinky booty cleaned up nice and easy if you open your legs up for me." Mindy complies, opening her legs apart, knees bent.
*RIP* *RIP*
The mother tears open Allison's tapes. She then pulls the diaper-girl's front away from Mindy's front. Allison can feel sticky resistance from her warm contents. "Oh wow... Good one, Mindy," the mother remarks quietly. The woman doesn't even bother to try using Allison's caked insides to try to clean Mindy's messy bum, she instead just presses the diaper-girls front straight into the load in her midsection.
Bella gets up and strolls over, presumably morbidly curious. She kneels down over near Mindy's front. Bella giggles at Mindy, "You are way more stinky than me!" Mindy returns the giggle, unfazed by her condition. Bella lightly strokes the brunette child's hair with one hand, pinching her nose with the other.
"You might be right, Bella. What does your mother feed you, hun?" the woman asks rhetorically, attempting to lighten the mood. She grabs a wipe and begins to carefully scrub off the mess from Mindy's front. "Daddy brought us Taco Bell last night! It's reawy tasty!" Mindy answers, unexpectedly. Bella laughs out loud, and the woman's previously stone-faced demeanor lightens slightly. "Oh, Mindy... I'll have to tell your mom 'No more Taco Bell for you!' "
Soon, Allison sees a heavily-stained wipe pressed into her front, leaving her blind to the rest of the change. As Mindy's posterior begins to get wiped, many more wipes are discarded onto Allison's face. They feel cold in contrast to the steaming mess squashed inside her.
The girls begin to chat about the TV show playing in the background. Bella's mom diligently works to scrape all of the caked remains of the crushed turd from Mindy's behind. "Lift your legs for me, hun," she requests, and soon helps push Mindy's calves forward to clean her furthest reaches. The weight of the wipes begins to become noticeable to Allison. "I know how much she pooped, but is she really THAT messy?"
Allison eventually feels herself slid out from underneath Mindy. After over a dozen wipes, Allison feels herself folded over again in an attempt to contain all of the used supplies. Bella's mom picks up the diaper-girl and carefully rolls her up, before using her tapes to loosely secure her body shut. Allison's final form as a bloated, stained bundle is laid down on the mat, as her replacement is grabbed from the basket.
Though the whole room still reeks from the dirty diaper change, Bella's disgust has relaxed. She leaves Mindy and goes to play with toys in the corner, and Mindy herself gets taped into her new diaper. "I think these should fit you..." comments the woman. To complete her task, the woman pulls Mindy's sundress down, straightening it. "Okay! No more poopies!"
Mindy climps to her feet without a word to the mother, and goes to join Bella. The relieved mother then carefully grabs Allison, avoiding touching any protruding used wipes. Seeing her mother stand up, Bella makes a request to her mom, "Mom, when you're in the kitchen, can you get me a juice?"
"Bella, this isn't going in the kitchen trash with the wet ones. Poopy ones go straight in the diaper genie. This one, especially..."
"I'll be back with some juice for you both, though."
"Ok, thanks mommy!"
Allison feels herself lifted in the air and carried down the hallway. She knows where her final fate is located. The woman enters the laundry room, and up to the pail. The diaper girl hears the lid snap open when the woman steps on the pedal, and the woman then places her in it's maw. Allison is so bloated with waste, the mother has to push her slightly to fit her in the opening. When the woman releases the pedal, Allison drops into the half-full diaper genie bag.
Although the taste of Mindy's waste inside Allison remains the same, the smell of feces only intensifies after she lands on the pink padding of Bella's still-warm poopy pull-up.
"Ugh! Holy shit, how does this smell even worse than being on Mindy's butt?" Allison thinks.
The diaper pail contains only Bella's messy accidents, wrapped up in her discarded disposable underwear. Apparently, she has been having some problems toilet training with #2.
Allison trys to suppress her diaper senses, to little success. Time passes. Allison stews in her putrid environment, containing and tasting Mindy's massive mess, surrounded by the aroma of the older girl's stinky accidents rotting in their pull-up prisons. "Can... Can I turn back now? Please!" Allison wishes.
Even more time passes. Eventually Allison hears thumping outside, before she can hear the lid open and a bundle of Bella's used pink padding lands on Allison's swollen form. The lid shuts, waste having been discarded. A new note of fresh waste permeates the sealed environment.
The heavy brown-stained pull-up weighing on the diaper-girl soon begins to leak. Apparently, Bella is having tummy troubles. Allison feels a wet sensation ever so slowly dripping down onto her front. Her absorbent body quickly absorbs whatever liquid shit drips onto it. Bella's diarrhea quickly becomes an additional taste Allison must cope with.
Now wishing for death, in addition to transformation, Allison thinks, "How can this get any worse?"