(Brief content warning: This story contains an instance of hypermessing, though I think there’s enough cuteness surrounding it to keep it at a general rating. Anywho, enjoy!)




Another day takes its course for a familiar family of skunks, and in the case of the littlest skunk of the bunch, the stars have certainly aligned for a marvelous morning. 




Shortly following an exciting evening in dreamland and a total of twelve hours being caressed by the consummate coziness of her bed, Emily started off her day with a hearty and healthy breakfast made by none other than her loving mother. Taking up the main course of the toddler’s morning meal was a hefty helping of oatmeal, the epitome of ooey gooey goodness, a top tier treat to the tastebuds and an excellent dish for silly kids like Emily to make even sillier messes, with its super sticky consistency. 
Supplementing such a breakfast staple were several fruits of captivating colors, like the striking reds of strawberries, the beautiful blues of blueberries, and the bedazzling bright yellows of banana slices; along with those foods being very visually appealing to the little skunk, eating them was even more enjoyable, with their flows of fruit juices providing her with a fantastic combination of flavors. Finally, finishing off Emily’s already amazing breakfast was the ideal drink for growing boys and girls alike, the coolest and creamiest of milk compactly contained in her pink-colored sippy cup, the perfect way to wash down the contents of her recently consumed meal. With this terrific breakfast trio, the three-year old opens her morning with a full tummy and a more than sustainable supply of energy for whatever awaits her today.




In fact, Emily is already putting that energy to optimal use, applying it towards her favorite toy, the bright red bouncy ball; for a toy that’s so simple in shape and  appearance, it’s like the eighth wonder of the world to the bushy-tailed tot, with its sheer versatility that allows it to be played in so many ways, and the little skunk aims to make use out of all its applications. She begins by bouncing it several times to herself, gleefully giggling while she plays with the ball in the most basic manner, greatly enjoying the springy sounds that come from each bounce. A few minutes later, Emily starts throwing the ball to herself, appreciating the sight of it shooting up to the ceiling and making its descent before gently landing back in her hands, having lots of fun even when the ball’s bouncy aspects aren’t applicable. Now placing the ball on the ground, the bushy tailed toddler begins kicking it around the living room, adoring the fact that she can use both her hands and feet to have a splendid time with the bouncy ball. Adding even more variety to her playtime session, Emily bends over and rolls the ball around the room, her cheerful laughter filling the air all the while, so fond of all the possible ways to play with a bouncy ball.




Of course, full tummies and fun toys are far from the only reasons for such a superb start to Emily’s day, as her collectively cute attire is yet another notable factor to this. Starting from the top is a pink, heart-shaped bow supplementing her magenta colored coat of hair, an undeniably adorable accessory for the already adorable toddler. Moving down to the middle is a pink t-shirt with a waving Hello Kitty as its design, along with the name of the iconic cat character printed below in black block letters; in addition to the shirt’s color pairing with the bow on her head, as well as its colors coinciding quite nicely with the magentas of her hair and the purples of her fur, it significantly increases Emily’s concentration of cuteness, with Hello Kitty being such a strong representation for just about anything centering around the concept of cute. Finally, the attire on the bottom is none other than the diaper so snugly secured around Emily’s bottom, and as far as the little skunk is concerned, she’s the toddler with the best diapered tush in town. For a start, its above-average size and thickness provide Emily with the comfiest possible pair of poofy pants, its significant surface area of softness making them feel like a big pillow
for the bottom, and no average diaper, nor any pair of so-called “big kid pants” can come close to being comparable to such comforts. Complementing such crinkly garments are appealing patterns of smiling suns and sunflowers, designs that are not only adorable in of themselves, but also add splashes of warm colors and nature-centric scenery to what would otherwise be a plain white pair of padding, making such diapers all the more suitable for showing off, especially when paired with Emily’s playful personality. 




GUUUURGLE!! GUUUUURGLE!!!




Although, as this amazing morning moves along, it’s only a matter of time until the toddler has to use that diaper for its primary purpose, to showcase why such diapers go by the name of “Sturdy Stinkers” as her breakfast starts to approach its way out. For the skunk who fills their diaper on a frequent basis, for the kid who drops big loads on the daily, Emily has no problem putting her playtime on pause to prioritize the pamper packing process as she comes to a stop, her bouncy ball rolling away and eventually making contact with the wall. Most diaper-clad children assumed the simple squatting position to release what needs to be released, but in the case of the skunk who’s a lot more acquainted with this ritual of relief than the average child, she assumes a more unique, more peculiar pose when it’s time to go number two, particularly for the bigger messes brewing in her bowels. Emily starts by standing on her fours and planting her hands and feet onto the floor, stabilizing herself in preparation for what’s often several seconds of dropping dumpy deposits in her diapers. Then, the toddler spreads her legs apart, making some more room for the big boom boom she’s bound to bombard her britches with. Finally, Emily lifts her thickly diapered rump in the air, though this part of the pose is more for personal reasons than practical ones. Along with this pose being an extension of the goofy and playful aspects of Emily’s personality, with the little skunk looking quite silly with her bottom raised high to the sky, such a pose also plays on the parts of her personality that exude carefreeness and confidence; with the thick diaper between her legs now unabashedly in the view of those in the vicinity, Emily is making it unequivocally clear to everyone that she’s about to poop her pants, but more importantly, she’s making it even clearer that she doesn’t care, for she has no reason to be concerned about what others think when she’s simply doing what a diaper-clad kid’s gotta do, staying true to the toddler’s truism of “when you gotta go, you gotta go.” With all the parameters now in place, Emily scrunches up her face and bends her knees as the sound of grunting accompanies such actions, a stink bomb set to detonate in three….two…..one!




…………………..




Both Emily’s mother and Emily herself were expecting boisterous bouts of flatulence followed by a deluge of doo doo in her diaper, but what comes instead is awkward silence and a crinkly garment that’s still completely clean despite all that buildup. In response to these strange circumstances, an expression of extreme confusion appears on Emily’s face, completely perplexed as to why she’s unable to go poopy. Initially perceiving this to be nothing but a weird fluke, the toddler tenses up again, straining as she makes another attempt to expel some stinky solids.




“Mmmmmmmph!”




………………………..




And yet, even with Emily’s increased efforts, the result remains the same, the issue now elevating to a cause for alarm.




“Mommy! I not going poo poo!” Emily exclaims, further confused by the situation she’s in.




“Oh, sweetie, you must have a case of constipation.” Elizabeth says as she approaches the toddler, lightly chuckling as she looks at her daughter with an assuring smile. “Don’t worry, Emily, it’s not that big of a deal! Everyone gets backed up from time to time!” 




However, Emily is not one to view this scenario as just an ailment that occurs every so often, failing to understand how her mother can be so calm and composed over this phenomena of “constipation”. To the skunk who deems taking dumps in her diapers to be nothing short of second nature, this setback is a gross violation of the natural order of things, causing her to feel flabbergasted by this unknown force that’s preventing her from pooping her pampers and prompting pressure’s sweet release. Emily’s typically chipper demeanor is soon replaced by one of anger and annoyance, feeling like the entire world is completely out of whack, like all the laws of the universe are being upended because she can’t unload, significantly souring what was turning out to be such a splendid day. 




“Awww, I know it’s not the most pleasant of feelings, Emily, but I have some ways to make you feel better!” Elizabeth tells her, maintaining that reassuring smile. “In fact, some of the treatments for constipation can be quite fun!”




In response to such statements, Emily’s angry face then shifts to a more confused expression, wondering how any kind of fun can come from being constipated. 




“Huh? What do ya mean, Mommy?” Emily asks.




“Well, exercise is one way to get the digestive system moving!” says the mother skunk with a wider smile, eventually making a suggestion her daughter would seldom refuse. “So, what do you say, sweetie? How about some playtime with Mommy?”




Hardly a second later, the toddler is back to her happy self, her tail swishing back and forth as she excitedly hops in place; even though she’s still dissatisfied by her inability to go poopy, for the active and energetic Emily, it’s impossible not to be pleased by more playtime opportunities, showcasing some silver lining to her current condition.




“Ooooh! Yea yea yea! Yea yea yea!” Emily says with an emphatic nod.




“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s take advantage of this lovely day!” Elizabeth says as she opens the sliding glass door leading to the backyard. “After you, Emily!”




The diaper-clad child then waddles out the door and sets foot in the backyard, the skunk’s smile widening as the sun’s shining rays comfortably caress her body with their warmth and the surface of the grass softens each step she takes. Such satisfying scenery and sensory stimuli serve as yet another reminder that Emily still has so much to enjoy, that her day doesn’t have to be ruined just because she can’t drop some loads in her diaper. 




“Hehehe!”




Putting her playful energy to good use once again, Emily gleefully giggles and breaks into a run, circling around the grassy terrain and deriving much enjoyment from this simple activity. Elizabeth soon steps outside and observes the adorable sight of her daughter roaming around, eventually joining in on the fun as she sets foot on the terrain.




“Hehe, I’m sure you’re having lots of fun running around, sweetie, but you wanna know how to have even MORE fun while you run?” she says.




The little skunk suddenly stops in her tracks and stares at her mother with an awestruck expression, extremely eager to learn about anything that’ll amplify her enjoyment.




“Wow! I wanna know, Mommy! I wanna know!” says the bushy tailed tot with another shake of her tail.




“I’ll tell you! It’s a game I loved to play as a little kid, and it’s called….tag!”




Elizabeth pairs the last word of that statement with a playful boop on Emily’s nose, officially establishing Emily as the one who’s “it.” 




“Hehehe, what was dat fow, Mommy?” Emily asks, bursting into laughter in response to the sudden boop.




“Now you’re the one who’s it!” says Elizabeth before briefly explaining the rules of the game. “You’re gonna chase me around until you catch me! After that, I’m the one who gets to chase you!”




“Ooooh, okay!” Emily says with an affirmative nod, figuring that sounds simple enough. 




“Then…catch me if you can!” says Elizabeth before breaking into a brisk run. 




Emily resumes her running shortly afterwards, happily laughing while she continues to roam around the grassy terrain and commences the chase after her mother, finding this to be an enjoyable expansion on the act of running now that she has a concrete objective to pursue. Likewise, Elizabeth is also enjoying herself as she runs away from the little skunk, glad to have an outlet for physical activity while also keeping her daughter in high spirits.




“Hehehe, you so fast, Mommy!” Emily says as the chase goes on.




After a few more minutes fly by, Elizabeth starts to slightly slow down, not wanting to deprive her daughter of the chance to be chased.




“I got ya!” Emily says as she tags her mother by the tail, the change in speed just subtle for the toddler to think she earned such a victory on her own.




“Yes, you did!” Elizabeth says as she turns around. “Now I get to chase you!”




Emily picks up the pace in response to her mother running after her, thoroughly enjoying the extra thrill of being chased along with the competitive elements that come with such a game, elements that wouldn’t otherwise be applicable to running in of itself.




“Oh, I’m gonna get ya! I’m gonna get ya, Emily!” says Elizabeth as the game goes on.




Cheerful laughter from both mother and daughter continue to fill the air as they run around the grassy ground, with the mother skunk inching closer and closer to the thickly diapered tot.




“And….gotcha!” 




Rather than tagging her the traditional way, Elizabeth grabs Emily by the waist and swiftly scoops her up, electing lots of laughter from the little skunk.




“Hehehe! Ya got me! Ya got me!” Emily says as she playfully squirms in her mother’s grasp, being set back down a few moments later.




Now feeling a lot more energized from that enjoyable type of exercise, now in a much better mood from that bout of tag, the bushy tailed toddler looks up at her mother with a wide smile, wondering about other forms of physical activity she has in store for her.




“What we gonna do next, Mommy? What we gonna do next?” the toddler asks.




“Well, I do have something else you can try out.” Elizabeth responds.




The mother skunk then makes her way to the garage, eventually finding a red strand of jump rope and returning to the backyard.




“Huh? What is dat ting, Mommy?” Emily asks.




“It’s called jump rope, sweetie, and I’m sure you’ll find it a lot of fun!” Elizabeth responds.




“Jump…wope?” a more confused expression forms on her face, clearly unfamiliar with this kind of object.




“Hehe, I’ll show you how it works, sweetheart! Just watch and learn!” Elizabeth says as she starts to do a short series of jumps.




Emily attentively observes this demonstration, watching the rope quickly move above Elizabeth’s head and below her feet while she quickly jumps over the red thread.




“Now you try!” Elizabeth then hands the tot the rope.




Emily mimics her mother’s actions and thrusts the rope forward, jumping over it right before it hits her feet.




“Yea! That’s exactly right, Emily! Keep it up!” Elizabeth says encouragingly. 




Now having a much better idea of how this particular toy works, Emily moves the rope at a faster pace, gleefully giggling while she frequently jumps over it with short and swift hops, and much like how the previous game of tag provided her with an enjoyable expansion on the act of running, the jump rope allows her to have much more fun with jumping now that a concrete   goal is in place; although such movements are a lot of fun in of themselves, with the addition of this object, a cool component of rhythm is added, a challenge to get the most jumps as possible, aspects that Emily much appreciates.




“Wow! You’re getting so good at this!” says Elizabeth.




After a few more minutes worth of jumping rope, more than happy with this extended playtime, Emily once again attempts to do the dirty deed, the toddler assuming her trademark pamper packing pose as she begins to tense up.




“Mmmmph….mmmmmph…” the sounds of the skunk’s strained grunts are heard as she scrunches up her face, hoping that these physical activities are what will allow her to push all of those poopies out.




BRAAAAAAAAAP!!!




A loud and long fart escapes Emily’s bowels, a foul-smelling sign that some kind of progress is being made. A wider smile forms on Emily’s face in response to this boisterous bout of flatulence, assuming that any kind of bowel movement is complete confirmation that she’s cracked the constipation code, that she has found the answer to this annoying ailment.




“Mmmmmmmph!”




Emily exerts even more effort as she performs a bigger push, anticipating the deposits that are well overdue to be dumped into her diaper, excitedly awaiting the relief that’ll follow suit.




“………………”




However, it turns out the little skunk won’t be letting out her large loads this time around, still stuck in this state of being backed up, causing Emily’s excited demeanor to shift to an even more intense annoyance than before. After all, as far as she’s concerned, the passing of gas has always been a prelude to poopy pampers, and so for this not to be the case, she feels like her own body is betraying her. However, worst of all, she feels like her own mother had betrayed her, that she had given her the false hope that physical activity would put an end to this predicament.




“Mommy! I stiww can’t go poo poo! You said dis wouwd hewp!” Emily says with seething anger.




Elizabeth is quite shocked by the typically cheerful toddler developing a bit of a temper, but regardless, the mother skunk manages Emily’s emotions with patience and understanding.




“Sweetheart, I know how frustrating it is, but sometimes it takes a little while for stuff like this to go away.” Elizabeth clarifies. “Besides, exercise isn’t the only thing that can help. What you eat and drink matters as well, and you’ll get to try some new foods for the occasion.”




Emily’s anger slightly softens in response to this suggestion, now feeling a little excited about what her mother may have in mind.




“Oooh, wike what, Mommy?” Emily asks.




“You’ll find out soon enough, Emily, cause now we’re gonna take a trip to the supermarket!”




Emily’s expression then shifts back to a smile, eager to embark on any kind of errand running adventure; although she’s not entirely sure what a supermarket is, that doesn’t matter too much to the toddler, for she figures that any place with “super” in its name must make for a fun experience. While the skunk toddles back inside and puts on a pair of velcro shoes, Elizabeth grabs the toddler’s sippy cup and fills it up with water, well aware that staying hydrated will also be key to combating her condition.




“Ready to go, sweetie?” Elizabeth asks as she walks towards the front door.




“Mmhm!” Emily nods and stands up once the shoes are on.




“Alright, and I’ve got something for you to drink as well.” says the mother skunk as she hands her the sippy cup.




The mother and daughter then make their way to the car, with Elizabeth picking Emily up and buckling her into the booster seat. As the car moves along, the toddler starts to drink from her sippy, somewhat surprised when her taste buds are met with something that, while satisfying to sip because of its coolness, lacked any distinct form of flavor.




“Huh? What’s in dis, Mommy?” Emily asks as she stares at her sippy, curious about this clear colored substance.




“It’s just water, sweetie. We gotta keep you hydrated so you can feel better.” Elizabeth responds.




While the little skunk much prefers the sweet and fruity flavors of apple juice or the creamy taste of milk compared to what she’s currently drinking, she’s content to make this compromise so long as it betters her constipated condition, eventually emptying her sippy by the time the two reach their destination.




“Okay, here we are!” Elizabeth says as she steps out of the car and unbuckles Emily from her booster seat, setting the skunk down a few moments later. 




Emily finds herself staring at a fairly big building painted bright red, its significant size and striking colors commanding a lot more attention compared to the other buildings in the shopping center. While not as extravagant as the mall setting she’s more familiar with, the toddler is nonetheless intrigued by the supermarket standing in front of her.




“Okay, hold my hand, sweetheart.” Elizabeth smiles and extends her hand.




Waddling along the lot’s asphalt ground while she holds her mother’s hand, Emily is very eager about what awaits her in this supermarket setting, her curiosity increasing as she gets closer and closer.




WHIRRRRRRRRR!!




Like a curtain unraveling to reveal a stunning spectacle, the automatic doors slowly separate to showcase a place teeming with all kinds of stimuli suited for the extroverted Emily; people are seen moving to and fro while a cacophony of footsteps from shoppers pursuing their desired products, voices from employees assisting those in their aims of becoming grocery shopping gurus, and mechanical beeps and boops from cashiers scanning barcodes at breakneck speeds, create an environment full of activity and energy. Adding to the grandiosity of this grocery store are aisles as far as the eye can see, providing an abundance of exploration opportunities for the energetic Emily not only from the sheer size of such a shop with ample amounts of aisles, but also from the fact that every aisle has its own vast variety of products, making each one its own labyrinth with lots of nooks and crannies.




“Oooooh!”




Of course, as amazing as all of this is, at the same time, such settings are more than familiar to the little skunk, with the mall being identical in its abundance of energy and exploration potential. However, as the little skunk is about to find out, there’s still some aspects of the shopping world she has yet to be exposed to, such as a certain apparatus that’s bound to astound her.




“Alright, let’s get some shopping done!” Elizabeth says as she pulls out a black shopping cart. 




An awestruck expression appears on Emily’s face as she stares at the object, having never seen anything quite like this before. Although the four wheeled facet of the shopping cart allows Emily to spot similarities to the cars she consistently sees around town, simultaneously it’s such a far cry from the familiar vehicle, with its significantly smaller size and its lack of any doors or windows standing out the most to the skunk.




“Huh? What is dat tingie, Mommy?” Emily asks, feeling a mix of fascination and confusion. 




“It’s a shopping cart, silly!” says the mother skunk with a chuckle.




As Elizabeth picks her daughter up and places her into the shopping cart, Emily’s adoration for the apparatus exponentially increases, very interested in what she now knows to be a combination of car and container.




“Okay! Let’s go!” Elizabeth says as she starts to push.




Sitting on her knees and scanning her surroundings with a wide smile, Emily joyfully laughs while her mother starts to push the shopping cart, having lots of fun with this joyride around the store, this novel experience in errand running. Elizabeth also smiles in response to such laughter, glad she’s able to keep the toddler in a good mood, knowing this will make their shopping trip all the more smoother. 




“Alright, now let’s find ourselves some fruits.” says the mother skunk.




Well aware that fiber will have to be a driving force to deal with her daughter’s dumpy deposit deadlock, especially the kind that’ll be soft on Emily’s stomach, Elizabeth makes her way to the produce aisle, looking for fruits that’ll provide the toddler with novel eating experiences on top of nutrient-rich necessities for her constipated condition.




“Hmmm, how about some pears.” Elizabeth says as she grabs a handful of the fruit and places them in the cart.




Emily’s eyes slightly widen at the sight of this unfamiliar fruit, immediately intrigued by the pear’s peculiar appearance; while most of the fruits she consistently consumed, like apples and blueberries, assumed a spherical shape, the pear strongly deviates from this design philosophy with its more plump and bottom-heavy appearance, warranting it to be its own category of shape. Although she has yet to know what it even tastes like, Emily is already satisfied by the fruit in question as she smiles and giggles.




“Hehehe! Funny fwuit!” Emily says, getting a good laugh out of its lopsided looks.




“Now, what to pick out next?” says the mother skunk as she scans the aisle some more, “I know! How about some papayas as well!”




Shifting her attention to the second fruit settling in the shopping cart, Emily stares at the papayas with a wide smile, swiftly satisfied by their pretty appearance. While  the bright colors of fruits were always beloved by the little skunk, the papaya manages to be even more eye-catching with its mix of yellow and orange, creating a beauty rivaling that of the bright yellow banana with its design transcending monochromatic color schemes.




“Oooh, pwetty fwuit!” Emily says with a cheerful clap of her hands, amazed by the papaya’s appearance.




“Sounds like you’re gonna like those too!” Elizabeth says before picking out one last fruit. “Ok, let’s try some dates.”




Upon seeing the bag of dried dates, a content expression forms on Emily’s face for similar reasons behind the papaya piquing her interest, for its unique color scheme; while not as aesthetically pleasing as the former fruit, the date makes up for this deficiency by being a brown color Emily has scarcely seen on a piece of produce. Although the color scheme could be more striking, Emily can’t  help but be reminded of chocolate, her most coveted confectionery, due to its dark brown design, causing her to become even more curious about what it will taste like.




“Oooh! Dis fwuit wooks wike chocowate!” says the skunk with a satisfied smack of her lips.




“Yes, and they taste as good as chocolate too!” Elizabeth says with a smile; the mother skunk is well aware that such a comparison is quite the bluff, but she figures it’s best to play along with the toddler’s playful observations, anything to ease the little skunk’s struggles as much as possible.




Before coming to the checkout line, Elizabeth eyes one more product, a fruit-based beverage with such a strong connection to the concept of constipation itself, prune juice.




“Oh, of course. This should help for sure.”




Emily curiously stares at the purple colored concoction, somewhat off put by its lack of lighter colors compared to the apple juice she often drinks, surprised by its sharp contrast to the white colors of the milk she frequently consumes. Even so, none of this lessens Emily’s willingness to try out such a drink, especially if it’ll help with her current predicament. Elizabeth then takes Emily out of the shopping cart, and as they wait in line, the thickly diapered toddler spots another diapered child standing next in line with his mommy and daddy, a brown puppy with cream colored paws sporting a white t-shirt with light blue stripes, blue velcro shoes, and a slightly thick pair of pure white padding with blue ruffles and black paw prints scattered around it. Emily smiles in response to such a sight, always appreciative to encounter diaper-clad kids around her age.




BRAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!




A few moments later, a boisterous bout of flatulence is heard in the checkout line, the loud-sounding, foul-smelling signal that a kid is about to stink up the store, that a far fouler deed is about to be done in someone’s diaper. Emily has a small glimmer of hope in response to such a sound, assuming that it came from her, that she'll finally have a chance to fill her diaper and find some form of relief. However, that hope is quickly dashed when Emily realizes that it is not her, but the diapered doggy that gets to do the honors, as shown by the toddler bending his knees and sticking out his padded posterior as he assumes a squatting position, the sounds of the boy’s strained grunts quickly following suit.




“Mmmmmph…..mmmmmph….”




PFFFFFT! FRRRRRRT!! BLOOOOORT!!!




More flatulence follows as the doggy makes his dumpy deposit, several solids settling into his diaper as it droops down to his knees and becomes quite lumpy, a rancid stench permeating around the area all the while.




“Poopy!” he unabashedly announces once he’s all done, cracking a dopey smile and sighing in relief in response to pressure’s sweet release, appreciating the aftermath of this dirty deed. 




While the diaper-clad canine is more than happy with this set of circumstances, the same can’t be said for everyone else around the area as the foul smell of his full diaper continues to fill the air. For the parents of this padded puppy, slight annoyance is the type of feeling that follows from their son making a mess in his pants, knowing that one of them will have to change his diaper. For the cashier manning the nearby station, their reaction is one of intense awkwardness, struggling to do their service with smile and maintain the approachable demeanor they’re assigned to assume after witnessing the pup profusely poop his pants, as if enduring the smell of excrement wasn’t already taxing enough. For all the other customers in the checkout line, their reactions are ones of repulsion, the wait to the front feeling a whole lot longer now that the sight and smell of poopy diapers are in play.




And yet, it is Emily who ends up with the most intense reaction, feelings of anger and jealousy arising as a result of this most recent deed of diaper filling. Although the little boy is only letting nature take its course, simply doing what all diaper dependent kids do on a daily basis, to the constipated child, it’s like he’s flaunting the fact that he can fill his pants whenever the need arises; anger accumulating with each passing second, Emily is absolutely appalled by the puppy’s audacity to fill his diaper in plain sight, to drop a big load right in front of her face as if to brag about his bowel movements. To the toddler who doesn’t know any better, the world may as well be plotting a cosmic conspiracy against her, confounded by the fact that other kids can crowd their crinkly garments with stinky solids while Emily, the skunk who’s a seasoned veteran at dropping stink bombs, still cannot do so.




“Oh my, I think the little guy did a big one in his diaper.” says the gray-furred father as he eyes the kid’s relaxed and dopey expression.




“Yes, I can see that…and I can certainly smell it too.” says the gold-furred mother as she picks up her stinky son. “Come on, Maxwell, let’s get you changed.”




The parent and child soon leave the checkout line, but even without the presence of the poopy puppy, Emily’s anger is far from assuaged. Fed up with this inability to fill her diaper, wanting nothing more than to put an end to this problem once and for all, she suddenly assumes her peculiar pooping pose once again, scrunching up her face and bending her knees as the toddler makes yet another attempt at achieving relief.




“Mmmmmph……mmmmmmmmph……hnnnnnnng!”




Focusing all of her efforts on unburdening her bowels, doing everything in her power to go poopy, Emily loudly grunts and pushes as hard as she possibly can. Desperate to find any solution, especially after that blatant reminder of the difficulties she’s faced dropping the deuce, the toddler quickly concludes that the reason she’s still constipated is because she simply isn’t trying hard enough to empty herself, that perhaps sheer willpower is all that’s needed to solve the issue at hand. With the skunk’s face turning scarlet red as she keeps pushing, her legs starting to shake from being in a bent position for so long, and her tail swishing from side to side due to all the effort she’s exerting, it’s clear that the little girl isn’t lacking in willpower, yet in spite of such a valiant attempt, her bowels don’t make a single sound.




“…………..”




Emily eventually returns to her original position, her face returning to its original color as she pants in exhaustion from this prolonged attempt at packing her pampers. However, it’s not too long until her exhaustion is replaced by a far more fiery form of fury, feeling nothing short of aggravated by this continued state of constipation. After all, the toddler thought to herself, she tried so hard to go number two, gave it nothing but her best to make a boom boom, so why can’t she let out her loads? Why is she still unable to use her diaper for the function it’s meant to fulfill? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Overtaken by an overflow of intense emotion, the toddler resorts to something so characteristic for a kid around her age, yet simultaneously so out of character for the typically happy, go-lucky girl, and that something is none other than the temper tantrum.




“Mommy! Why can’t I go poo poo? Why can’t I go poo poo?!?!” Emily forcefully stomps her feet and loudly shouts for the whole store to hear, tears welling up in her eyes all the while.




Instinctively, the customers and clerks at the checkout line stop and stare at the two skunks, and many others can’t help but cease their shopping in response to the toddler’s outlandish outburst. In similar fashion to her overwhelmed daughter, Elizabeth’s mind starts to scramble as well, completely caught off guard by Emily’s emotional explosion, feeling like the flow of time itself is becoming painfully slow as the stares of several shoppers have her drowning in a deep sea of social awkwardness. Of course, even in this surreal state, the mother skunk knows that she has to act fast, not only to extinguish Emily’s temper, but also to save herself from a situation of endless embarrassment, as if her daughter publicly screaming about her struggle to soil herself isn’t already an awkward enough event to be associated with. Fortunately, with the purest form of parental instinct being her guiding principle, Elizabeth quickly thinks of a way to address the issue at hand, all thanks to a potent reminder from the puppy who recently pooped his pants. After all, Emily’s bowels are bound to stop being backed up at some point, and when that time comes, a really big mess will be in store, one that the toddler’s heavy duty diapers may not even be capable of handling; with this in mind, the mother skunk knows exactly how to go about this inevitable aftermath.




“Oh, there’s something else I forgot to get you, Emily, and you’re really gonna like this one as well!” Elizabeth says as she swiftly steps out of line and puts Emily
back in the shopping cart turning it around before making a dash for the baby aisle.




As the shopping cart starts to move much faster, Emily can’t help but giggle and laugh in response to these speedy sensations, her anger being quickly cast aside by this impromptu thrill ride. Additionally, the fact they’re entering the baby aisle fills Emily with conforming feelings of familiarity, along with a newfound eagerness upon entering the area surrounded by several packs of diapers.




“Huh? Awe we getting mowe diapees, Mommy?” Emily asks.




“Why yes we are, and they’re gonna be bigger ones too!” Elizabeth replies.




As the mother skunk grabs a yellow pack and plops it into the cart, Emily realizes that said pack is none other than the “Sturdy Stinkers” she’s been wearing for quite some time, and this quickly improves her mood. Staring at the mascot skunk happily posing with her padded posterior on full display, showing off the cute designs the three year old tot never tires of, Emily smiles in satisfaction. What’s more, with her mother’s promise of these diapers being even bigger, Emily’s anger fully fades away now that she has something else to look forward to, something that somewhat compensates for her current condition. With the situation now resolved, Elizabeth smiles as well, happy that, even with her daughter being much easier to anger because of current circumstances, she’s still quite easy to please. 




“Phew, glad she’s happy for now. That could have been a whole lot worse.” says Elizabeth as she returns to the checkout line, glad to keep Emily’s temper in check.




With all of the supplies bought and bagged, the two skunks soon exit the supermarket, with Elizabeth putting the bags in the trunk and returning the shopping cart before placing Emily back in the booster seat. As they start to head back home, the errand ends with Emily feeling far more satisfied than she felt a few minutes ago, quite excited about having new foods to try, different drinks to imbibe, and best of all, bigger diapers to wear.




“Home sweet home at last!” Elizabeth says, unbuckling Emily and opening the front door before attending to the bags in the back.




While Elizabeth gathers all the groceries, Emily waddles her way back inside and takes off her shoes, wondering what else awaits her in her mother’s continued attempts to alleviate her constipated condition. However, before the kid can contemplate for long, she suddenly notices a different kind of sensation from down below, feeling the fluids from her sippy cup approach their way out as a big pressure forms in her bladder; although the little skunk would much rather go number two than number one, at the same time she’s appreciative of any chance to use her diapers when circumstances have deprived her of such opportunities all day long.




PSSSSSSSSSSH!!!




A loud hissing sound is heard and the little skunk cracks a silly smile while she soaks her diaper, watching it sag and stain a light shade of yellow, feeling the warmth enveloping her while it thirstily absorbs the contents of her bladder. Eventually, the stream subsides and Emily exhales a sigh of relief, glad to finally fulfill the function her diapers are designed for. Meanwhile, Elizabeth soon steps back inside and starts to compartmentalize all the groceries, setting the prune juice at the top of the fridge, putting the pears and papayas in a lower compartment, and placing the bag of dried dates in the pantry. After arranging all of the foodstuffs in their proper places, Elizabeth takes out the pack of diapers, and upon smelling a familiar scent of ammonia, along with the sight of a stained and saggy diaper drooping between her daughter’s legs, she now has another reason to immediately put this padding to use.




“Well, looks like it’s already time to give these bigger diapers a try.” Elizabeth opens up the pack and approaches the soggy skunk. “Come on, sweetie, let’s change your diaper.”




The mother skunk then scoops Emily up with her spare arm and carries her back to her bedroom, putting the pack down before laying her on the changing table. With ease and efficiency, Elizabeth undoes the soaked diaper and dumps it in the trash, lifting up the toddler’s legs while she wipes and powders her bottom. Once that’s all done with, she takes out a new diaper and snugly secures it around Emily’s waist.




“Well, these diapers are certainly a size up.” Elizabeth giggles and lifts her newly diapered daughter off the changing table. “Now then, I think it’s time for you to try out those new fruits!” says the mother skunk as she heads back downstairs, immediately intending to get good use out of those fiber-filled foods.




As Emily remains in her room, she looks down at the even bigger diaper between her legs, more than content with the increased comforts provided by the extra surface area of softness, smiling at the even bigger sun and sunflower designs smiling back at her, like they’re telling the toddler that everything’s going to be alright in the end, that there truly is silver lining to her constipated condition.




CRINKLE! CRINKLE!! CRINKLE!!!




Of course, the fun of such diapers doesn’t simply stop at their physical sensations and visual designs, as those prominently poofier pampers provide the skunk with sillier sounds to enjoy, playfully laughing while the loud sounds of crinkling accompany her actions. However, if Emily had to pinpoint one thing detracting from this enjoyable experience, it’s that the increased size of her diaper came at the steep cost of coordination and mobility. 




“Woah…woah!” the toddler teeters from side to side as she steps out of the bedroom, constantly having to keep her balance due to this pair of thicker, poofier pants.




Staring down at the small flights of stairs in front of her, Emily soon realizes that her bigger diaper comes with other kinds of challenges, turning the once simple transition from upstairs to downstairs into a potentially troublesome test of balance, one that’ll result in falling down if she fails. However, the little skunk’s concerns soon subside when she suddenly thinks of a silly way to circumvent this issue, a playful solution to this peculiar problem.




POOOOOOMF!!!




With a loud crinkle and a big burst of baby powder, Emily plops onto her padded tush and starts to scoot across the floor, inching closer and closer to the staircase while doing so.




“Hehehe! Weeeee!”




Upon approaching the point of no return, Emily is fully at the whims of the force of gravity as she slides down the staircase, giggling and laughing throughout this improvised adventure. While the ride is a bit rough, thanks to her diaper’s increased surface area of softness, the bumpiness in between steps does nothing to harm her bottom, allowing her to have lots of fun sliding all the way down the stairs.




“Well, you sure know how to make an entrance, Emily!” Elizabeth laughs at the silly sight of the skunk sliding down before going back to preparing a bowl of pears, papayas, and dates. “Go ahead and take a seat at the table, sweetie. I’ve got some yummy snacks in store for you!”




After a few moments spent getting back on her feet, Emily tries to walk as fast as her little legs can take her, excited to snack on what’s set out to be some delicious fruits. 




“Woah….woah….”




Although, due to still not being entirely used to her even bigger diapers, the little skunk loses her footing once again, that sudden increase in speed not pairing well with this more unwieldy pair of padding. For a few seconds, Emily sways back and forth, with the thickly diapered toddler desperate to sustain a sense of stability as she balances on one foot, but it’s not too long until…




“Wooooooah! Oof!”




Fortunately, the fall she takes is prominently less problematic than if she had taken that same stumble from atop the stairs, and while the skunk doesn’t sustain any injuries, she does end up looking quite silly as a result.




“Hm? What was that?” Elizabeth asks as her produce preparations are put on pause once again. 




With just another glance to her left, Elizabeth is quite shocked to see her daughter now laying face first on the floor, hoping she didn’t hurt herself somehow. Luckily, before she can even ask, Emily looks up at her mother with a goofy grin, clearly more amused than annoyed by the fall.




“Oh, those bigger diapers must be a bit hard to move around in, huh?” Elizabeth says with a chuckle as she approaches the toddler. “Okay! Up you go!”




The little skunk laughs as her body is lifted off the ground and her bottom is set on the table bench, her mother giving her an affectionate pat on the head shortly afterwards.




“Just stay right there, Emily! I’ll have your food ready in a bit!” Elizabeth says before returning to the kitchen.




While she awaits her afternoon snack, Emily smiles in satisfaction, glad to have a softer, poofier seat to sit on. Of course, even though it’s a simple task of waiting for a snack, it’s not easy for the skunk to stay still, prompting more silly shenanigans to ensue.




CRINKLE! CRINKLE!! POOOOMF! POOOOMF!!




Wanting to have some more fun while she waits, Emily bounces around on her padded bottom, bursting into bubbly laughter in response to the loud crinkling and the poofs of powder, happy to have a diaper that functions like a bouncy bean bag even when it hasn’t been liberally loaded up. 




“Well, someone’s awfully silly now!” Elizabeth says as places a bowl full of the recently purchased produce in front of her. “Here you go! These fiber filled fruits should make you feel better!”




After ceasing her silly bottom bouncing, the little skunk simply stares at the bowl of sliced fruits for several seconds, captivated by their wide variety of colors. Eventually, Emily picks up a slice of pear and pops it into her mouth, a smile quickly forming on her face as her taste buds are filled with the flavors of fruit juice; while its sweetness is slightly more subtle than other juicy fruits, this does nothing to detract from Emily’s enjoyment, and when paired with the pear’s soft skin and chewy texture, it makes for quite the satisfying snack.




“Mmmmmm! Yummy!” Emily says, clearly quite fond of that first fruit.




The toddler then picks up a chunk of papaya, getting a good look at its colors as she intends to try the second of the three fruits, promptly popping it in her mouth a few moments later. Although the skunk struggles to pinpoint what exactly this fruit tastes like, it still has a certain sweetness that makes the papaya pleasant enough to eat. Even more pleasant to Emily, however, is the soft and creamy texture of such a fruit, immensely enjoying the feeling of it melting in her mouth.




“Mmmmmm! Dat one’s yummy too!”




Now moving on to the final fruit, Emily picks up one of the dates, giving it a glance before giving it a try. Much like the pear and the papaya, her taste buds are filled with a sweet flavor upon putting it in her mouth, but unlike those aforementioned fruits, its sweetness is far more significant, causing a wider smile to form on the toddler’s face; if she hadn’t already known it was a fruit, Emily easily could have easily mistaken the date to be some kind of candy, with its sweet taste and sticky texture, making this piece of produce all the more amazing.




“Mmmmmm! Dat one’s supah yummy!” Emily says, now considering it to be among her favorite fruits.




Glad that the three fruits are a resounding success, Elizabeth then takes the prune juice and pours it into Emily’s sippy cup.




“Sounds like you’re loving those fruits, sweetheart!” Elizabeth pats Emily on the head before placing the sippy on the table. “Here. Drinking this will make you feel better too!”




After eventually emptying her bowl of fruit salad, Emily stares at her sippy cup with an expression of extreme curiosity, perplexed by the purplish liquid inside, perceiving it to be some kind of exotic elixir. As the little skunk continues to ponder over the prune juice in her sippy, Elizabeth can’t help but feel a bit uncertain, well aware that prune juice is a pretty polarizing drink, a ‘love it or hate it’ type of beverage; nevertheless, it is the most crucial component to constipation relief, and so the mother skunk can only hope that her daughter doesn’t detest it. 




SIIIIIIIP!




The moment of truth approaches as Emily takes her first sip, her taste buds being met with an unidentifiable flavor, having minimal point of reference for gauging the taste of prunes. While the dark liquid swims around her mouth, she tastes a semblance of sweetness, but her taste buds also pick up on a far stranger sensation, one that can’t be described with the little skunk’s limited vocabulary; to the well-versed, this sensation can be aptly described as ‘tart’, but regardless, Emily isn’t so sure what to think about it. After finishing the first sip, Emily smacks her lips and sports a confused expression, initially struggling to decide whether she likes the drink or not, and this does nothing to ease Elizabeth’s nerves. Several seconds pass as the mother skunk apprehensively awaits Emily’s answer, until finally, the decision is made.




“Yummy!” she says with a smile.




Elizabeth exhales a sigh of relief while Emily enthusiastically drinks the rest of her prune juice, happy that the road to constipation relief has been firmly established. Now, with all of that fiber in the toddler’s system, all that’s left is for time to do the rest of the work.




“Wow! You ate all your fruits, and you drank all your prune juice too! Such a good girl!” Elizabeth gives Emily another affectionate pat on the head before picking up the empty bowl and sippy.




While her mother heads back to the kitchen and washes the supplies, Emily hops off the table and looks down at the big diaper between her legs once again, wanting to learn how to optimally move in this much thicker pair of padding. As the little skunk has already learned, swift motions will only cause her to stumble and fall, though it’s not terribly long until the toddler knows exactly what to do.




CRINKLE! CRINKLE!




Substituting this snappy movement for significantly slower steps, Emily finds a way to move around while still maintaining her balance, her poofy pants loudly crinkling in response. At first, the toddler isn’t too content with this compromise, as such sluggish mobility doesn’t suit her active and energetic disposition. However, with some ingenuity and imagination, Emily soon realizes that she doesn’t have to be fast to have some fun, adapting to this setback by assuming an identity that’s slightly sinister, but still very silly.




STOMP! STOMP! CRINKLE! CRINKLE!




Now pretending to be a menacing monster, the little skunk’s steps transition into much louder stomps as she romps around the living room, finding the perfect way to capitalize on her limited movement. This act of pretend play satisfies her for a little while, though Emily eventually realizes there’s a lot more she can do with this persona prompted by her bigger diapers. The toddler then waddles her way to the toy box and grabs a big container of building blocks, grinning with glee while she dumps its contents onto the floor.




“Oh? Are you building something, sweetheart?” Elizabeth asks in response to the sudden sound, still occupied with washing the dishes.




“Uh huh!” the skunk swiftly responds.




She quickly gets to work and grabs handfuls of blocks, stacking for several minutes as she builds and builds. Eventually, a series of small towers are seen scattered around the living room, with Emily feeling quite proud of her handiwork.




“Wow! That’s a lot of towers, and they look so lovely, sweetheart!” Elizabeth says as she enters the living room, finally done with her dishwashing duties.




A more mischievous grin appears on Emily’s face, for while she also agrees that the towers look lovely, as her mother would soon find out, she had other intentions for bringing out the building blocks. With the stage now set, with the presence of many towers waiting to be trampled, Emily has set up the perfect environment for fully committing to the bit of the menacing monster.




“Rawr! Rawr!”




Raising her arms as if they’re big, sharp claws, letting out the scariest roar a little kid can muster, Emily loudly stomps towards the makeshift town before turning around and shaking her thickly padded posterior at the towers, quickly realizing that her bigger diapers can function like a big wrecking ball, an ideal catalyst for some silly shenanigans of crinkly chaos.




CRAAAAAAAASH!! SMAAAAAASH!!




Emily rams her tush into the towers, bursting into laughter as they all come crashing down, thoroughly humored by her own acts of diapered destruction.




“Oh no! The big diaper monster strikes again!” Elizabeth says with a hearty laugh, feeling some deja vu from this silly sequence of events.




A few moments later, all that remains are individual blocks scattered around the living room, with Emily having made quite a ruckus during this prolonged session of pretend play. While Elizabeth can’t help but feel a bit bothered by the mess she now has to address, she also understands that keeping Emily in high spirits is the top priority while she’s still in her constipated condition.




“Well, looks like Mommy’s got some more cleaning up to do.” says the mother skunk, swiftly acquiring the blocks and eventually putting them all back in the toy box.




Well aware that there’s still quite some time before the fruits and the prune juice take full effect, Elizabeth then starts thinking of another way to keep her daughter occupied, anything to buy more time and avert the risk of another temper tantrum from Emily attempting to unload while she’s still backed up. Fortunately, a few moments later, an idea appears in the mother skunk’s mind, an activity that both provides a novel experience and takes advantage of Emily’s affinity for art.




“Stay right there, sweetie! I’ve got another fun thing for you to do!”




Elizabeth then makes her way to the garage and takes out a big plastic tarp, placing it over the living room floor. Once that’s settled, she heads upstairs and scrambles through Emily’s bedroom, eventually finding what she needs as she grabs several sheets of paper and a small paint box.




“Huh? What awe you doing, Mommy?” Emily asks as her mother heads back downstairs.




“Just getting what’s needed for you to do some finger painting!” Elizabeth responds with a wide smile.




“Ooh, okay!” Emily says with a smile of her own, somewhat familiar with this form of artistic expression, even though she often sticks to crayons for such pursuits.




“You can paint for as long as you like! Just be sure it stays on the tarp.” Elizabeth adds before placing the box of paints on the tarp, along with some sheets of paper as well.




With the painting parameters now in place, Emily plops her padded tush onto the plastic tarp, quick to get the creative juices flowing as she dips her fingers in paintbox’s palette of colors. The little skunk starts by spending her time on a flora-filled landscape, filling a sheet with yellow and green as she creates a grassy ground full of bright and beautiful flowers; while the work would look more polished with the crayons she’s more accustomed to, Emily nonetheless enjoy every minute spent making this finger painting piece.




“Quite the pretty painting you got there!” says the mother skunk.




But, even though Emily is more than happy with her completed piece, even though the tot is well aware that her mother told her not to paint beyond the tarp, the little skunk can’t help but feel limited by these small sheets of paper, feeling like there must be better ways to expend her creative energy. However, it’s not too long until she realizes that the whole house can be her canvas, prompting her to stand back up and toddle towards the walls.




“Hm? Where are you going now, Emily?” Elizabeth asks.




“Hehehehe!” ignoring the initial question, Emily then starts to paint on the living room walls, adorning it with hearts, flowers, and smiley faces of several colors, giggling and laughing all the while.




In response to the toddler’s spontaneous painting spree, an expression of silent shock appears on Elizabeth’s face, feeling extremely conflicted on how to handle this situation. At first, her initial instinct is to discipline her boisterous daughter, to put a quick end to the colorful chaos she’s causing; after all, not only is Emily making a massive mess, she also directly disobeyed the rules that were so clearly set out, so surely, Elizabeth thinks to herself, that warrants immediate action, right? However, the mother skunk also acknowledges that such shenanigans play perfectly into her plans of buying more time and keeping the constipated child in a good mood, that solely because of these special circumstances, it’s better off to let her be.




“Hehehehe!”




After finishing up that part of her personal painting project, a much sillier idea pops in Emily’s mind, realizing that, in addition to her bigger diaper being able to function like a big wrecking ball, it can also function as a big paintbrush, prompting the little skunk to toddle back to her paint box and put paint onto the back of her diaper. At first, Elizabeth assumes the tot will stop at painting her padding, but as the skunk slowly walks to another unpainted part of the wall, the mother skunk soon realizes just how wrong she is.




SPLAAAAAAAT!!!




Emily suddenly splats the back of her painted pampers onto the other side of the wall, playfully laughing while she slides her bottom in all four directions, using her diaper to decorate the wall with a vibrant mishmash of colors. Smiling suns and sunflowers also end up making an appearance on this chaotically colorful college, the designs of her diaper being imprinted by this silly creative decision.




“Mommy! Mommy! Ish so pwetty!” Emily says with a smile, clearly quite proud of herself.




SPLOOOOOORTCH!!!




However, before Emily can further appreciate her painting project, before Elizabeth can make any more comments, the little skunk suddenly lets out a loud and squishy fart, only the second sound her bowels have made so far. With how infrequently flatulence has occurred throughout the day, along with the fact such boisterous sounds were done without the need to exert any effort, the toddler has a surge of hope that she’ll be able to drop all the loads that have remained dormant for what Emily has perceived to be an eternity, that after a day so full of strife and struggle, she’ll finally have the power to go poopy and do her diapers justice, to do the dirty deed that all diaper-clad kids have the unalienable right to do. Certainly not one to squander such a chance, Emily assumes her pamper packing pose, hoping this will conclude her crisis of constipation.




“Mmmmmmmph……mmmmmmmmmph!”




The additional forms of physical activity Elizabeth had suggested for further stimulating the body, the water Emily drank on the way to the supermarket as another aid to digestion, the three fruits she ate to arm herself with the firepower of fiber, and the sippy cup of prune juice she drank, the legendary laxative tying everything together, have all led to this fated outcome of a full diaper. Much patience and persistence was required from both mother and daughter, tensions were high and tears were shed, but now their perseverance will finally pay off. The sounds of strained grunts are heard as Emily starts to push, her face scrunching up as her focus fully shifts to filling her pants, and right before the stink bomb blows, Elizabeth softly smiles; she knows that the dirtiest of diapers await, but even that is overshadowed by the sense of accomplishment she has, the pride she feels for parenting her way out of this precarious predicament.




PFFFFFT! FRRRRRT!! BRAAAAAAAAAP!! PBLOOOOOOOORMPH!!!




Flatulent fanfare follows as the tot’s tail hikes up and several solids suddenly pile into Emily’s pampers, her bowels more than eager to release their restraints, to be absolved of this abhorrent ailment once and for all. As her diaper gets lumpier and lumpier, as it expands in size and slumps onto the floor, to Emily, it’s like the weight of the world has been lifted off her shoulders, so glad to finally be free of this bothersome burden. Even so, the toddler knows there’s still more work to be done, well aware that she's not the average pamper packer. After a brief pause, Emily does another big push, now preparing to expel the full extent of those fiber-filled fruits.




“Mmmmmmmph!”




PBLAAAAAAAAAAAART!!!




As lots of larger loads are let out, Emily’s liberally loaded diaper experiences another exponential increase in size, filling her pants with such force that her feet are lifted off the ground as her pampers balloon into a bigger, lumpier beanbag. Now on the verge of finding full relief, the little skunk does one final push, one last series of grunt to settle things for good.




“Hnnnnnnnnng!”




SPLOOOOOOOORTCH!!!




The prune juice then proceeds as a slightly runnier mess spills into Emily’s diaper, its laxative-like effects assuring that no load is left behind as it expands a little more and stains a slight shade of dark brown. Once the boisterous sounds subside, once the toddler’s tail relaxes, it is confirmed that the deed is done.




“Aaaaaah…”




The first statement to come from the now stinky skunk is nothing but a sigh of relief, a statement so short and simple yet simultaneously so perfectly fitting for the situation at hand. Feeling nothing short of ecstatic to experience this relief, Emily looks down at her extremely loaded diaper, cracking a wide smile all the while; although one can say she looks rather silly sitting on a big and bloated beanbag of her own making, Emily’s slightly elevated position also gives the impression of the skunk sitting on a throne, an ideal description for the toddler who feels on top of the world now that relief has been achieved.




“Mommy! I made poo poo! I made poo poo!” Emily makes that characteristically carefree announcement and cheerfully claps her hands, like she’s giving herself a resounding round of applause for what’s now her most distinguished deed of pamper packing prowess.




Although this constipation conflict is now resolved, there are still two big elephants in the room Elizabeth has to address. Along with having to change the foulest and fullest of her daughter’s diapers, she must also clean up Emily’s personal “art project”, with one side of the wall adorned with cutesy, colorful symbols and the other being a crazy collage of paint splatters and splotches, a fitting way to represent this day full of fun opportunities and equal amounts of chaos and disorder. To many, this double whammy of diaper duty and house cleanup would be a parent’s worst nightmare, and yet, Elizabeth is completely content with this outcome, finding such tasks to be far less draining than dealing with an emotionally volatile Emily, feeling more than happy now that the toddler is back to her consistently chipper self.




“Yes, you did go poo poo, Emily!” Elizabeth says with a slightly wider smile, though even the mother skunk who’s more used to unpleasant scents can’t help but cringe in response to the rancid odor emanating from the massive mess in her daughter’s diaper. “Doesn’t that feel…oof….better?”




“Yea yea yea!” Emily replies with another happy round of applause.




Before Elizabeth undertakes what’ll be her most difficult diaper change to date, she realizes there’s one more reason to be satisfied with these current circumstances, the fact that Emily’s diaper is handling this behemoth of a stink bomb in the first place, a testament to the compact capabilities of those ‘Sturdy Stinkers’.




“Well, I’m glad I made the choice to size up for this situation.” Elizabeth says as she grabs Emily by the waist and slowly lifts her up. “Although, this one definitely isn’t fitting in the pail.”




Rather than taking Emily back to the changing table, Elizabeth gradually makes her way to the garage, the toddler’s full diaper dragging along the floor all the while, barely being able to fit through the door leading to their destination without some extra effort on Elizabeth’s part. Once that’s done, she sets the stinky skunk down and takes out the black, two wheeled garbage container designed for landfill, allowing Emily to sit in her self-made seat for a few more moments.




“Alright, let’s hope this fits in here.” Elizabeth says as she lays Emily on her back, bracing herself as she reaches towards the tapes.




Once the dirty diaper is undone, Elizabeth is met by a ridiculously rancid stench, requiring all of her strength and willpower to make sure its contents are kept in check.




“Someone…made a big stinky….didn’t they?” Elizabeth says in the most playful tone possible as she lifts the loaded diaper over her shoulder, carrying it like a big burlap sack before dumping it into the garbage bin. “Phew…thank goodness it fits.”




With the hardest part now out of the way, Elizabeth closes the container and quickly carries Emily back to her bedroom, laying her on the changing table before taking out the wipes and powder.




“Alright, now let’s get you cleaned up.” says Elizabeth as she lifts up Emily’s legs.




After applying over ten wipes to the toddler’s tush, after making sure not a single speck of paint or poo poo remains, Elizabeth puts a lot of powder on Emily’s bottom before snugly securing a clean diaper around her waist, still quite efficient at changing diapers even with the increased complications.




“And…all done!” Elizabeth says with a smile, having now settled the first of the two troublesome messes. 




Emily looks down at the new diaper between her legs, realizing it’s back to the size she was wearing before. Although she was a big fan of wearing even bigger diapers, wondering when she’ll get the chance to wear them again, at the same time she’s quite content to be back in a diaper more suited for playful movement. But, before she can ponder over her padding for long, the little skunk suddenly lets out a long yawn, feeling quite tired from this eventful day.




“Yes, I’d say it’s about time for bed as well.” Elizabeth says as she picks Emily up and replaces her t-shirt with a light green pajama top, equally exhausted from today’s hectic chain of events. 




The mother skunk then puts the toddler to bed and tucks her in, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead as well.




“Sweet dreams, Emily.” she says before dimming the lights and leaving the room.




As Emily closes her eyes and falls asleep, she thinks about all the events that transpired throughout this day. While she’s glad the worst of it is over with, the little skunk can’t deny that those seemingly countless hours of constipation were the most aggravating moments of her life, and the fact a condition impeding her ability to fill her diapers even exists is still quite confounding to the three year old. However, those negative feelings are quickly cast aside as the skunk’s smile widens, her mind quickly shifting to all the enjoyable experiences that ended up arising from this constipated condition. Reminiscing back to the morning, Emily thinks about the new forms of physical activity she was introduced to, such as the exhilarating games of tag and the fun times of jumping rope, getting her to think about what other fun games she’ll be introduced to in the future. The toddler then turns to the afternoon and thinks about the novel and nutritious substances she got the opportunity to try, such as the juicy pear, the delectable date, the pretty papaya, and the potent prune juice, making her all the more curious about how her mother will further expand her palette. Finally, Emily focuses on the bigger diapers she got to wear for a while, the necessity that ended up giving her more ways to showcase her signature silliness, even if it came at a steeper cost of mobility; the toddler thinks about the fun she had sliding down the stairs on her thickly padded tush, the silly times tapping into her inner monster with her poofy pampers being the perfect tool for bashing block towers, and the amazing experience of her big diaper being an even bigger catalyst for her creative side with its applications as a makeshift paintbrush, experiences she otherwise wouldn’t have had if it weren’t for her constipated condition. With this, Emily ends the day not only with her annoying ailment now alleviated, but also having learned a powerful lesson on the importance of silver lining.




While her daughter spends her evening in the world of dreams, Elizabeth spends her time cleaning up the living room, also thinking about all that transpired today. Admittedly, the mother skunk was caught off guard by all the anger arising from Emily’s ailment, by the loose temper that came with the toddler’s inability to go number two of all things, and in those tense moments she couldn’t help but put her capabilities as a parent into question, couldn’t help but doubt her ability to adapt to such strange circumstances. But, if today had told her anything, it’s that she can take on whatever the world throws at her, that she truly is fit for the role of a single parent caring for a kid like Emily, who is the epitome of both boisterousness and boom booms; even all the paint she’s currently cleaning up, along with being a silly memory to cherish, is a potent example of her parenting skills in action, for it was the right choice to indulge her daughter while she was at her most volatile, to keep the kid occupied so that her mind could cast aside negative thoughts through being immersed in silly acts of play. From handling the cranky outbursts of a constipated toddler and dealing with the motherload of messy diapers, scenarios far outside the experience of the conventional caretaker, Elizabeth not only ends the day on a good note, but also having achieved a significantly greater sense of pride as a parent.




And so, as this constipation conflict, this day of steep ups and downs, finally comes to a close, incredible experiences and insights are gained by the skunks both young and old.




End