The Worst Smell

The Change

"Ugh." Holly at last opened the door to the house. The girls walked in and saw their dad sitting on the couch, watching TV. Their mother, meanwhile, could be heard from the kitchen, pans clattering from the dish she was cooking for dinner.

"Hey girls, how was scho-" The sisters' dad stopped short as he laid eyes on Rachel. "WOAH."

Their mother chimed in from the kitchen. "Is that the girls? Oh, good! I'm just finishing up the pasta- OH DEAR HEAVENS." She peeked into the living room and laid eyes on Rachel's wildly bulgy padding. Her parents' eyes widened at the sight, unable to believe their daughter to be capable of such a monstrous mess.

Rachel simply smiled, seeming to be gleeful at their bewilderment. "Heehee!"

Holly decided to speak up. "Believe me, I'm just as confused as you guys are. She's never done anything like this before."

Their mom and dad's eyes scanned up and down Rachel's ridiculously sagging padding. It seemed to defy physics, both from the sheer quantity and the fact that the diaper was still able to contain such a massive load.

"Uhh, have a good lunch there sweetie?" her dad asked. As he went to inhale, the smell of Rachel's bulging britches seemed to hit him sharply and suddenly. His eyes widened and he turned his head away, emitting an exaggerated cough as he covered his face with his hand.

"My goodness, sweetie! What in the worl-" Their mom met the same fate, her face turning a visible shade of green as she retreated to the kitchen, making loud gagging noises. Even the smell of her pasta was overpowered by the unbearable odor.

"I pooped! Hahaha!" Rachel seemed to find their reactions all too amusing. She waddled into the house and planted her sagging bottom down on the carpeted floor in front of the TV.

SMRRRRRRSH

The padding beneath her squelched loudly as the mess churned and swished within. She sat with her legs straight out in front of her, allowing the bulbous diaper to nearly engulf her thighs as the bottom protruded down to the halfway point of her calves. In the back, the diaper squished out about a foot and a half. Overall, the diaper itself looked like a compressed and deformed bubble of filth enclosing the girl's waist. As for the smell, it only worsened as the contents of the padding shifted around. A new plume of fetid gas burst forth from the waistband, filling the room with her overpowering stench. It seemed now that even the white walls had begun to yellow from the noxious power of her poop.

As she sat and innocently kicked her feet up and down, the girls' dad stood up. "God in heaven!" he shouted. "How on Earth could something so cute produce something that foul?!" Their mother, meanwhile, seemed to only be able to make gagging noises from the kitchen.

Holly shrugged. "Don't ask me," she said. "I had to carry that steaming pile of filth home because she couldn't even walk."

"Yeah, well," her dad said, "now it's time to change that pile of filth. And please, do it quickly."

"Oh come ON!" Holly protested. "I know I'm usually the one who changes her, but this is NUTS!"

"I'll give you fifty dollars. Just please, take care of it."

Holly's expression suddenly changed. Fifty dollars, huh? she thought. She glanced again at Rachel, the girl's mess settling between her legs like some otherworldly beast. "...Okay, fine! But I want it in cash as soon as I'm done."

"Deal," her dad said. "I'm taking your mother upstairs. We'll come back down when you're all done." With that, he went to grab his wife, who was still green from the stench, and the two quickly ascended the stairs to escape the smell.

Holly looked back at Rachel, who was still gleefully watching the TV, laughing at the adult cartoon that their dad had been watching. "Alright, missy," she said. "Time to finally get you out of that disgusting diaper."

"Okay!"

Holly went to grab the changing supplies from a drawer in the living room: A new diaper, baby powder, and wet wipes. Meanwhile, Rachel laid down on the floor. The portion of mess that was sticking behind her now flattened and forced itself between her legs, the diaper expanding further toward her feet to accommodate the shifting mass. Her legs were forced apart so that she appeared to be in a position to make a snow angel, except it wasn't snow she was lying in.