Lazy Baby

Continuing with posts taken down from DA, here we have another commission, and older one this time, featuring one hella lazy girl struggling to overcome her self-inflicted diaper dependency~

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“Grace, dinner’s almost re-OH GOD!!!”

The shrill-voiced, 30-something year-old woman gagged at the bedroom doorway, right upon entering.

With her big nose hastily covered, her eyes scanned the room until they settled on the suspiciously large lump under the bedsheets.

“I swear…”

Grabbing the sheets and hoisting them backwards, the exhausted mother named Jackie let out a disturbing ‘HURRRGH’ at the stronger wave of stench that blew upward.

There laid her pride and joy, her prom-night baby of 17 years old, her DISGUSTING, SLOPPY, SMELLY DAUGHTER.
Aptly named Grace.

The messy-haired, slightly portly girl laid there upon her bed without so much as even NOTICING her mother, what her eyes and hands fully fixated on that coveted handheld console of her’s.
But the most shocking of all HAD to be what she wore.

No, not the dingy, well-worn pink snap-crotch onesie she wore.
But rather...the diaper.
Yes, the 5-inch thick padded undergarment wrapped around her chubby hips that so obviously strained and poofed out from underneath the onesie, with the horridly browned and lumpy seat and the accompanying smell of a porta-potty right next to a Taco Bell.

It was Grace’s most shameful, not-so-well kept secret as far as Jackie was concerned.
But to Grace herself?
Just a convenient pair of panties that stopped bathroom breaks from interrupting her freetime.

“GRACE.
Jesus, sweetie, I thought we said we’d start potty training today!

How long have you been sitting in that thing, it looks damn near ready to leak!!!!”

“Mmm…”

“And I mean GOD that smell!!!
Doesn’t that bother you, I can hardly breathe!!!”

“M-Mmngh…”

“Grace...Grace, are you even listenin’ to m-”

“MMMMMRRRRRNGH!!!”

*fffFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLlllllpht~!*

And right amidst her mother’s complaining, Grace not only continued to completely ignore her mother, but actually lifted one of those smooth, milky thighs of hers and grunted out her third dump for the day, right into her diapers!!!

Even with her laying on her back, the thick padding showed a series of nasty, irregular-shaped lumping rising from her seat up her crotch even!
Hell, the thing was getting so full of nasty, steamy girl poo that it even surged up to the very FRONT of her diaper!!!

But she hardly even knew, nor cared!!!
Grace was far too invested in her game. So much so that even with her mother’s abhorrent gagging and the obscenely loud, sloppy-sounding farts and squishing from further down, she didn’t notice what she was doing to that poor onesie!!!

“GAHCK!!!
Oh...oh GAWD, Gracie please!!!
Mommy’s gonna be...HRUCK...s-sick…”

Jackie pleaded with the girl to stop, backing away from the ever-bulging sack of semi-solid poo flowing out of her daughter.

It was less than a minute of her infamously hyper-sized dump before…

“Grrngh...hrrrnfff…
NNNNRRRRGH!!!”

Pausing her game ONLY to push harder once her diaper was truly meeting the last bit of resistance from the snap-crotch, Grace grunted and shoved every once of the little bit of energy she had into her butt, packing her pampers so tightly until the onesie finally just POPPED.

“NNNNNNNNRRRRRRGGGYHA!!!”

*PPPPPPPPHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRBLTRPRRRPHBBB!!!*

The buttons on that onesie went flying, and her filth-laden huggies bloated outward like a newly-blown balloon!
Grace gave a heeeeaaaavy sigh of relief at releasing her monsterous dump, smiling warmly to herself and kicking her feet up in the air, toes curled and all.

And when she just HAPPENED to glance downward towards her utterly devastated diaper, she finally saw her mother for the first time that day…

“Oh, hey mom!!!
...whaaaat’re you doing down there…”

She asked just as dumbly as she could, staring at the older woman utterly knocked out on the floor, with a single, nearly steaming button resting atop her forehead…

…

With a freshly-changed diaper on Grace’s butt, and a cute little band-aid on Jackie’s forehead, the mother/daughter combo finally had their (now cold) dinner in their small, 2-bedroom apartment living room.

And while Grace was more than happy to be chowing down and bouncing on her ridiculously crinkly ass, her mother beside her was simply at her wit’s end…

“Gracie, baby...we can’t keep doing this.
You’ve GOT to get your butt under control!!!” Jackie sighed woefully as she rubbed her aching forehead, convinced that the button had left a permanent mark...

“H-Huh?
Whaddya mean!?”

Grace immediately responded just as improperly as she could, shoveling food into her mouth as fast as she could so she could laze around more...and probably ruin another onesie.

“Your POTTY TRAINING, Grace.
I thought you told me you’d start going to the bathroom at least once a day, but that toilet is practically SPOTLESS.
And meanwhile your diaper pail is…” Jackie trailed off with a quick glance at the menacing aura coming from the bin overflowing with rolled up diapers looking more like browned BOULDERS.
The sickly green stench was almost visible…

“B-But it’s just...diapers are just too comfy!!!

I tried, but...as soon as my butt hit that cold, unforgiving porcelain the first morning, I pulled my diaper back up and pushed so hard in my pants!

I mean really...and not to mention sooooo much more convenient!
I can go whenever I need to without worry!
Honestly, with how busy and tired you always are, I’m surprised YOU aren’t wearing them mom!!!”

Grace totally tried flipping the conversation, now driving the pros of diapers into Jackie’s head complete with a mental image of her own wide hips tightly wrapped in a pair of her daughter’s heavy duty huggies…

“That does sound kinda ni-NO!!!
Y-You just don’t get it, darling...decency is all-too valuable to throw away for some just a little bit of convenience!
No matter how good it’d make my ass look…” 

The woman fumbled with her words, almost seemingly trying to convince HERSELF against diapers.
Shaking her head free of those thoughts for now though, she massaged her temples and got to the point.

“What I’m trying to say is...I need you out of diapers!
They’re way too damn expensive, and you’re almost 18 and out of highschool altogether!
I can’t keep changing your poopy pants like this, you’re horrible at changing yourself, and I don’t know what man in their right mind would marry a girl who shits herself silly everyday!”

“You’d actually be surprised, mo-”

“POINT IS...I NEED YOU OUT OF DIAPERS!!!
...and if it’ll help you potty train, I’ll even resort to bribery…”

Jackie then reached into her pants-pocket, pulling out her credit card and hesitantly putting it down on the table.
Grace stared at the thing wide-eyed, unsure of just WHAT was about to happen here…

“You like games, right?”

“W-Well duh…”

“Then let’s make it a game.”

Jackie then stood tall, towering over her daughter with hands on her hips and smirking, knowing she had the girl’s attention now.

“One day, Gracie.
One full day without going potty in your pampers!
If you can do that tomorrow, I’ll buy you whatever video games you want!”

She told the girl, instantly earning herself a sparkly-eyed, jaw-dropping response from Grace.

“No-freakin’-WAY, mom!
Y-You swear!?”

“Pinky promise~”

Jackie hummed, now extending her pinky out towards her daughter and instantly feeling the younger girl’s own chubby little digit intertwine with it.

Grace was totally into this deal!
Completely overlooking the horribly desperate situation she’d put her mother in just so she could get to this point, she was ecstatic!!!

So many new games, endless hours of grinding and raging for minor gratification was right in front of her!
She was so pumped up, so overly excited that...that…

*bbbbbBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLAAAAAAAAAURP!!!*

...she did it AGAIN.

Jackie could only watch in disgusted bemusement as her daughter practically lifted herself up on the couch with a quickly browning mass of padded mush expanding from underneath her, no doubt stinking up her furniture for days to come.

“Mmmph, that was a loose one…
...what?

You said tomorrow, gosh!”

“Oh Gracie…”

…

After a hearty meal and another...frankly traumatic change as far as Jackie was concerned, bedtime had come and gone and the Saturday morning sunshine was peeking through Grace’s blinds.

Slowly she stirred to life, rolling out of her bed and slumping onto the floor with a lazy groan and crinkling.

“Uuurgh, shouldn’t have stayed so late playing…”

She groggily muttered to herself, planting her hands on her knees and stretching her back with a nice, deep arch…

*phhhhhrrrrrrlt~*

Her body greeted her in kind with a lazy, low release of all the night’s built up gas.

Grace brushed the hair out of her face and smirked a little at her trumpeting backside.

“Yeah yeah, I know.

Mom’s cooking sure does...nnnrfff...f-fill these bad boys up!”

Grace grunted out, not even wasting a second on her usual morning routine.

A bend of her knees, bounce of her padded booty, and a firm push was all it’d take before the head of her thick, reeking turd began poking out!

She felt her hole expand more and more, flexing and farting with a notably pressure building behind it.

And finally, just as the awaiting mess began to inch it’s way through and almost touch padding, she remembered…

“OH CRAP, THE DEAL!!!”

She exclaimed panickedly, instantly relaxing her stomach-flexing while simultaneously clenching her plump cheeks tightly together.

“NNNNRGH, f-fuuuuck that was a close one…

Come on...g-get back in there…”

She clasped her hands tightly around either side of her ass, squeezing it tightly while she did her damndest to force the couple inches of poo she’d already pushed back up into her colon.

Clench and release...clench and release.

She repeated this process over and over, kneading her butt through her gassed-up diaper until she was essentially pooping in reverse!

“Uuuungh...g-god, that feels so wrong...but I NEED those...ffrrrngh!

G-Games!”

And with utter determination to build up her library (and ruin her mom’s bank account), she finally managed to beat the beast of a booty bomb back!

Grace instantly let herself fall back onto her cushioned, crinkly ass with an exhausted sigh, wiping the thin layer of sweat off her brow.

“That was WAY too...mmmrnph...c-close.
Maaan...I’m hungry after all that excitement.”

Not nearly as desperate as she usually likes to make herself before blowing out a diaper, Grace decides to go and grab herself some breakfast instead of facing the dreaded toilet…

With an awkward waddle forced by her massive nighttime pampers, she made her way to the kitchen and grabbed her favorite cereal; Choco Fiber-Os!!!

Without even stopping for a second to think on WHY this was a bad idea, Grace brushed right past the regular bowls and went for the deep, wide tupperware they only used for storing leftovers.

She practically poured the entire box in (save for juuuust enough to piss off the next person looking for cereal), and then proceeded to mix in just as much milk.

...despite how gassy it’d SURELY make her.

Oh yes, Grace was making just about every last bad move she could today, and was just about completely oblivious to it.

Plopping her butt onto the couch with a muffled ‘brrrupt’, she clicked the TV on and got to watching her favorite cartoons

Hours went by as she lazily downed her bowl of fiber-rich breakfast, not even caring how soggy her cereal was getting.

All the meanwhile, every spoonful she so casually enjoyed wreaked utter havoc on her digestive system.

Her already full colon was just getting more and more stuffed as she sat around, spread-eagle and letting her ass rip enough to make the neighbors upstairs think someone got a new motorcycle!

Though she was good at ignoring her own stink and potty needs, once 12PM hit even this lazy little load-layer knew she’d need to get to a toilet before she ruined her chances.

“Ooof…
Alrighty, uuupsie…d-daisy…
Hrrrrnnnngh!”

She struggled to pick her own self up, feeling all that build-up right at her backdoor pound much harder than earlier.

Combined with her lack of actual potty training, it was no surprise that her rectum opened up almost immediately...but no less of a panic.

“Shit shit shit, hold it Grace!!!”

Her eyes widened as she realized her body was about to betray her here!

Doing a speedy, bow-legged hop of sorts to the bathroom, she instantly reached for the toilet seat with one hand and hooked her thumb into her waistband with the other, ready to nuke this throne with aaaall of her potty training skills!
But when she opened the toilet, the girl made an immediate dash back into the wall.

Water spouted from the thing like a fountain, wetting up the ceiling and floor alike within moments.

“DAMN IT, WHY NOW!?!?”
She cursed outwardly, struggling to push the toilet seat back down.

Her mother told her this happened sometimes thanks to the shitty plumbing of this rundown building, but it’d never really hit Grace just how bad it was until she herself was desperate to use it!

“G-Go...down...go dooooown!!!”
Grace yelled as she tried pushing her arms down on the seat.

But DAMN was the jetstream strong from this thing!
She needed more strength, more weight, mor-

“I GOT IT!!!”

And with inspiration hitting as hard as her mess against her asshole, she suddenly spun around and dropped her plump, pampered ass atop the toilet seat, sealing it without fail!!!
At the same time, her impending dump was totally blocked from filling her seat.

She panted softly, feeling a mighty rumbling in her bowels, but knowing that she’d bought herself a little more time at least.
A very little amount…

*phhhhrrrrrt*
*frrruuuuuaaaalmph*

*pppppPPPPPPRRRRRRRUUAAAAAAPHT!!!*

“Shiiiit, what am I gonna do!?”
Grace’s mind raced as her ass blasted louder and louder poots, practically suffocating her in the enclosed bathroom.

The toilet was one thing, but not NEARLY as important as securing her video games!

At this rate though, even her current position would end up with a soft, moldable mess slipping out and flattening under her like a mud pancake.

She needed a constant, absolute stoppage!
Something that’d help her hold out, just until her mom got back at least!

Gracie’s frazzled, frizzled little head scrambled for an answer, arriving at a single, desperate conclusion;

TIGHT PANTS!!!

Yes, in all her worrying about her own butt, she thought back to the various times she’d had problems fitting things over her thickly padded cheeks right before school

All those tight, uncomfortable pants and underwear her mother failed to get her to wear and ultimately took for herself...they’d be PERFECT for holding back this dump!!!

Quickly replacing her own butt with a stack of towels atop the toilet seat, she kept both her hands pressed firmly up her crinkly crack, giving herself one wicked wedgie as she rushed to her mother’s room.

“OOOOONNNGH, fuck fuck fuuuck.

God I gotta shit so fuckin’...nnnrrrrgh!!!
BAD!!!”

The desperate swears flowed from Grace’s reddening face so freely as she slooooowly squatted down in front of her mom’s dresser, still pressing her now poking out turd with one hand through the padding while the other rummaged through her underwear.

A thong?

Too thin and flimsy, she’d just split her diapered dump into two fat bulges!

Granny Panties?

Too baggy, she’d bloat ‘em out in no time flat!!

No, she knew what she needed…

Tight, yet all encompassing.

Stretchy enough to get around her fat, gassy diapered ass, yet with enough strength to fight back against the steadily impending dump behind her.

She needed mom’s BOYSHORTS.

“H-Ha...nnnrrrgh!!!

Oh please please pleaaaase don’t come out!”

Grace grunted so sweatily, gingerly lifting one foot after another to step into the burgundy, full-backed short-like underwear and tugging them up her plump legs.

As she did so, she could feel her fat, tree trunk of a turd sliding itself through her hole without a care as to what she thought.

No doubt, she was about to leave some skidmarks.

But the girl was NOT giving up on those games yet!

“GO.
BACK.
IN!!!”

She screamed, tugging as hard as she could up on her stolen panties and making impact with her rapidly descendingly fudge.

In a single motion, the densely packed poo was pushed right back up her, making for the most interesting of expressions!

Gracie’s eyes rolled back ever so slightly, lips pursed and nostrils flared as she felt herself get buttfucked by her own shit…

God would that be a feeling she’d think about in the middle of the night…

But her plan was a success so far!
With her mess coming to a screeching halt, she quickly opened another drawer and threw her legs into the first pair of jeans she could grab, tugging just as violently on them as she shoved that reeking mass of puffiness into the nearly unyielding denim.

Her ass was clenched shut without her even having to try!

A shaky sigh escaped the relieved girl’s lips as she leaned over the dresser, planting her hands on it as she looked at own reddened, glistening face in the mirror.

“Gnnnph...o-okay…
Before I take a step...moment of truth…”

She lowly spoke to herself, spreading her legs just a bit more and buckling her hips.

It was all or nothing right here.

Gripping the top of the dresser firmly, she pushed with almost everything she had.

Partially giving in to her primal desire, partially just genuinely testing her hopefully functional plan.

“MMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

She pushed so hard, trying her damndest to get those bowels flowing right into her pants.

Her thick, muddy mess slammed against her hole from the inside like raging tidal waves.

But there was NO escape, not even enough room for so much as a good, satisfying fart.

Grace was sealed shut!!!

“HHHHHHHRRRRRRRNNNNNNnnnnnnnnffffffff…
O-Oh fuck I got a headache pushing so damn hard…”

She finally ended her huffy-puffy pushing with a lightheaded wobble, realizing that all this worrying and turtle-heading was just exhausting!

Deciding that she needed a break from her potty problems, she went back to the living room hoping to distract herself…

Sitting down on the couch was a chore and a half in her mother’s tight, possibly ripping jeans.

Her butt, miraculously, felt as if it was even more thick and pillowy than ever before with how tightly those pants hugged her huggies.

As if someone had shoved and white, sweaty beanbag chair into the back of those lowriders, Grace sat down with a loud, almost deflating like sound…

*FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRLLLLUPT!!!*

She could hardly tell (or cared) whether that was her diaper or her ass, all she wanted to do was take her mind off of just how badly she wanted to lay her logs right now.

She began to mindlessly flip through tv stations again, praying that something good would pull her in.

And far, far away from the world of pooping…

...of course, she wasn’t nearly that lucky.

“Are you feeling tired?

Exhausted?
Just utterly POOPED!?”

Gracie’s ears twitched at the mere mention of the word, grabbing at her bubbling guts like magic.
The commercial on tv was obviously for some sorta expensive getaway vacation, but...t-that word...

“Come and join us at the Pampois Resort and Hotel!

We’ll spoil you ROTTEN, almost like a baby!
In fact...”

The girl watched in morbid curiosity as the screen panned out to show not only the lady advertising the resort, but another woman dressed in nothing but a bikini top and diaper, sucking on an oversized pacifier and babbling mindlessly.

The diapered model then stops, scrunches up her face and grunts loudly.

And with the worst special effects Grace had ever seen, the diaper bloats out to a disturbing degree over the other woman’s lap, with a distastefully radioactive green stink rising from it just for added effect.

And as the diapered woman sighs in sweet relief, the informational lady looks to the screen and pinches her nose, winking right at the viewer.

And throughout this god-awful commercial, all Grace could think was…

“GOD I wish that were me…”

Her need to go only made itself more and more known, with her ass managing to squeeze out small, but frequent farts into her nearly air-tight pampers under her jeans.

It took a moment for the girl to recover, but soon enough she shook herself out of the trance and flipped the channels some more.

“I-I won’t...I’m NOT gonna!!!”

But as fate would have it, not one, not two, but THREE channels in a row were all showing blatantly mess-centric ads, just driving the thought into her mind (and butt) even more.

“Uh-ooooh~”
Said one young mother as her little one sat in their stroller, making horrendously sloppy-sounding messes right where they laid.

“T-Teacher, I really hafta…”

“NO INTERRUPTIONS DURING CLA-”

*BRRRRRRRUUUUUURRRRLPHT!!!!*

Yet another ad played, featuring a shy young girl utterly blowing out her seat in the middle of class, with her just shamefully slinking back in her squishing mess as the other students backed away and featuring the name of some anti-diarrheal medicine at the top of the screen.

“And I can go out feeling confident that I never have to worry about…

Oopsie Pants

Ever again~”

Said a sporty woman in a third ad, who leaned forward and whispered oh-so cutely into the camera before running off with a MASSIVE, round load bouncing in the seat of her yoga pants, obviously advertising some not-so-discreet incontinence products…

Grace was losing it at every scene!
She shuffled in her seat desperately, gripping the couch beneath her and biting her lip in pure frustration!
She couldn’t even cross her legs in these thick diapers and death-grip jeans!

And somehow, she the ever-pressing poo against her asshole felt SO much more unignorable now…

She pleaded, she PRAYED even that just something...ANYTHING would take her mind off her dump.

With one last shaky flip of a channel, she clicked onto a comforting cartoon station, advertising regular, NON POOP RELATED toys!!!
The girl relaxed finally, letting her shoulders slump and butt release a low, rumbly ‘brrrrlpt’ right against the couch cushion.

Finally, some normal fuckin’ telev-

“And now we return to

SUPER POOPER TROOPERS IN…

TALES FROM THE TURD DIMENSION!!!”

That TORE IT!!!
As the trio of spandex-wearing, OBSCENELY padded heroes literally farted and shit themselves all the way through some sorta brown wormhole, Grace ran with all her might to the front door.

There was no holding it, there was no escaping it’s inevitability.

Gracie had to TAKE A FUCKIN’ DUMP NOW!!!

“I DON’T CARE WHERE, I JUST GOTTA GO!!!
THE SINK, THE TRASH CAN, P-PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEEASE JUST LET IT OOOUUUUT!!!”

The girl cried to the heavens, feeling her resolve plummet like the steadily building poo in her colon.

Pooping had taken over almost all of her thoughts and actions.

Everything she did, she did with the goal of relieving herself in mind.

From the dashing bolt from the couch turning into a low, seat-dragging squat.

The hands desperately grasping her ass now forcefully tugging down at her jeans.

Her wide-legged stance, butt shaking vigorously, and heavy breathing all accompanying this at once.

She was pushed far beyond her limits, and right then and there she’d do the same to her pants.

“It’s coming it’s coming!!!”
Grace braced herself as her jeans slid just a bit further down her hips with each wiggle.

“I’ll clean it up right away, I swear!!!”
She lied to herself unknowingly, shutting her eyes and propping herself up on her tippy toes.

“I-I’m a big girl, really!
I swear!!!
I COULD MAKE IT IF I WANTED TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGH!!!”

And as she stumbled right in front of the door, ass up with her head bowed down, jeans only halfway down her diapered dumper, she could physically hold out no longer.

“RRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

What flowed...no, EXPLODED out of her fat, dimpled ass was far more than any regular turd!

Reaching the girth and shape of a massive, round boulder, Gracie’s hole stretch more and more with inches upon inches of thick, hard poo barreling out of her and into her jean-clad padded tush.

Her diaper widened beneath the jeans at first, forcing them to jut out nice and far as if a balloon was inflating within them!

But soon enough, the wine-colored panties so thinly stretched out over her huggies above the jeans began to bloat out too, now becoming two separate, hulking bulges!

And even worse was when the two no longer split, and her poo widened even MORE to straight up rip through the back waistband of those jeans and seat of those poor, poor panties right down the middle!
Gracie’s big round butt had DOUBLED in size, and she was only just getting started!!!

“P-P-POO POOOOOOO!!!”

She childishly lisped out as her hands planted firmly on the floor between her feet, ass totally up in the sky while her seat sagged ever-so-low with a rough, sticky crackling sound.

One single, ass-breakingingly thick turd descended in her pampers at both an impossibly fast speed and yet so inexorably slow relief. 

Grace huffed and grunted in turns, tears stinging her eyes like her shit stung her backside.

With those puffed up red cheeks and that trembling body, she looked so helpless against her dumpy desires.

She didn’t just want to poo.

She didn’t even just NEED to poo!
No, with how far low and outwardly her padded seat was bulging, she...she WAS the poo!!!
How on earth she managed to even make that much in less than 12 hours was inconceivable, this chubby, lazy brat had somehow found a way to break the laws of physics itself to drop her steamy hot logs.

Somewhere amongst her dump though, she’d found herself...she’d found bliss, heaven, nirvana, and best of all...a nice, warm seat.

GOD was pooping her pamps the best thing of all time or what!?

Feeling it slide right out of her, more and more relief mounting with every second.

That rank, awful stench punching her in the face wave after wave with the telltale signs of an oh-so unladylike oopsie.

Sweet lord, that hundred-pound weight dragging at her hips as she pushed out such a densely packed loaf was making her womanhood quiver like it never had before.

What was this feeling!?
How could she get MORE of it!?!?
Grace could only pant and whimper by this point, feeling surges of euphoric pleasure radiate right from her now coiling load looping about itself and smushing against her cheeks.

One lump...now two...three huge, irregularly shaped ones formed in her seat all thanks to one seriously long, disturbingly thick log that this knee-knocking degenerate girl on the cusp of adulthood discovered ‘herself’ over.

She’d forgotten all about potty training.

Hell, she’d forgotten all about VIDEO GAMES.

THIS, RIGHT HERE AND NOW, was what had her full attention…

“GRACE WHAT THE FUCK!?!?”

At least...until her mother walked in.

“OH MY GOD, WHA-
HOW THE SWEET BEJESUS DID YOU DO ALL THI-
...and what in the HELL did you do to my clothes!?!?”

Jackie dropped her bags on sight of her daughter, so shamelessly spread legged and ass out, openly defiling HER pants with the fattest damn load she’d ever seen in this lifetime.

Grace couldn’t move an inch, the girl was so frozen in place as her mother moved behind her and stared in horror at the steaming behemoth she pushed.

The woman grabbed the waistband of her diaper and DARED to peek in, just unable to comprehend what was filling that seat.

But when she did…

“H-Huuurk...urrrgh...
Oh...oh Grace, no you can FORGET video games.

You can forget tv, you can forget toys, you can forget SCHOOL even!
This is too much, TOO MUCH!!!
You’re...blurgh!

O-Off to a daycare from now on!
If you want to act like such a massive BABY, then you can be TREATED LIKE...l-like...oh god I’m passing out…”

And so, thanks to the sheer stench of Grace’s impossibly gigantic, jean-bursting, panty splitting, diaper straining, double duty dump of doodies, Jackie fell out entirely behind her!
Grace was still in absolute shock, in the exact same position as when she looked up to see her mother come through the door.

Her mind wasn’t registering a thing.

Video games...daycare...something along those lines right?
...nah...it didn’t matter.

Grace was far more invested in just how much further her diaper dumping could go, that was it now.

Even as she felt the last couple inches of her mega poo fall into her big fat dump of a diaper, she felt a newfound spark within her.

A new goal to reach, a new highscore to beat!
Without a care in the world, she let herself fall back, nearly-floor-length bulge first, right atop her unconscious mother with a nasty, muddy-sounding ‘SQQQQQQUUILPSH!!!’

And slowly, she began rocking back and forth in it.

Rubbing her shame in further, bathing in her fresh hot fumes, finishing off those jeans, her diaper, and her dignity soundly with a heated and passionate dirty-diaper humping.

Whatever the future held for her, she didn’t care!

She’d simply dump her diapers all over again, and squish her way through it.

A new, hypermessing queen had been born...