The Worst Smell

Rachel

The newest girl in the group raised an eyebrow. "Wait... Tacos and Chinese food? Why is she eating that if she's still in diapers?"

"Sissy!"

The group looked toward the voice that just yelled. As if on cue, a shorter girl waved at them from across the street. Holly put her hand on her head. "Oh, God..."

The girl stopped waving and reached for her jeans, which she promptly unbuttoned and unzipped. They fell to the ground, revealing the puffy white plastic that encircled her waist. She held the pants above her head and waved them around as she giggled.

"RACHEL!" Holly yelled. "Oh, for the love of..."

"Ah, so uh..." The new girl raised her eyebrows. "So that's...?"

The girls watched Rachel waddle across the street toward them. Her shoulder-length, strawberry blonde hair bobbed up and down with each excited step, perfectly in sync with her B cup breasts beneath her white T-shirt. The crinkling diaper between her legs grew more audible as she got closer.

"Yeah, uh, that's Rachel. She's my little sister."

"You got the 'little' part right," one of her friends joked. The other girls giggled, and Holly couldn't help but crack a smile. Rachel also found the joke amusing and laughed along with them. She held out her jeans to Holly, giving her an expectant look.

"No, I'm not taking your jeans. Put them back on you goofball." Rachel simply shrugged and dropped them on the ground. "No, pick those up and- Hey!" Holly cut herself off when she saw her sister squat down, her diapered bottom now a few inches away from the ground. "Uh uh! Not here!"

The other girls raised their eyebrows as the looked on. "Oh god, is she really about to do that?" the newest girl asked.

"Ahh..."

The girls heard a hiss, and as they watched the thick diaper grow even thicker with Rachel's pee. It swelled downward, gently teasing the blades of grass beneath her.

"Oh, thank God," Holly said, putting a hand on her chest. "I thought for sure she was gonna-"

Just then, the girls heard a loud rumble emanating from the petite girl. Her face, which was relaxed before, now scrunched up in concentration.

"Rachel," Holly said, "please tell me you're just really hungry."

"Hnnggg..."

The group of girls quickly got their answer. A long, loud fart sounded from Rachel's behind, followed by several more smaller, quieter toots. It took only seconds for the smell to reach the girls. "Oh God, that's awful," one of them commented. The rest nodded their heads, and they began fanning the air and turning their faces away from the source of the stench. But unfortunately for them, that was only the beginning.