The Trickster Trio
Written by SkyBCliffe

(This story contains diapers, diaper usage, hypermessing, and revolves around the diapered shenanigans of three young characters. If none of that interests you, or you’re under the age of 18, you’re gonna have a bad time. So get out.)
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Episode 1: 

In spite of the incoming gray clouds in the sky, the morning sun slowly rose over Wartwood, Amphibia, glaring into the window panes of its many homes, waking plenty from slumber. One of such was the Plantar residence: Hop Pop - the grandfather, Sprig - the son, and Polly - the young daughter, little sister to Sprig.

Sprig’s hand was idly touching the crotch of his diaper, making him giggle and moan softly, sleepily. He then stretched out of his sleep, letting out a yawn before he felt a familiar feeling as he sat up. Squelch, like sitting in warm fresh mud. Yep, he messed his diaper in his sleep. He didn’t even need to get out of bed to check. But just to confirm it, he stood up, and quietly walked, or rather, he quietly waddled to the other side of the room, almost stumbling from the heavy load in his diaper, and nearly tripping over a travel bag belonging to his sister. But he tiptoed over to the bedroom mirror, inspecting the damage. The crotch of his diaper was a vibrant yellow, and very sodden. And the butt of his diaper was brown and bulgy, multiple lumps of stinky muck confined within the diaper. And it all bulged out by a couple inches, close to sagging past his knees. He indeed peed and pooped his diaper in his sleep - multiple times. 

This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for him. In fact, this diaper filling was relatively tame compared to others he had experienced. It didn’t stop his tadpole sister from teasing him, though.

“Another wet dream, I see.” Polly chided, chuckling as she saw his packed potty pants.

“Hehe, VERY wet. And sooo mushy.” Sprig said while posing and lightly dancing in his full diaper, making it sway and squelch with each movement he made, squishing every movement he made contained within the seat of his diaper. 

During his dirty diaper dancing, Polly had gotten out of her bucket and walked over to Sprig, her face at a perfect level to get in contact with his diaper - thanks to her short tadpole body. She immediately fell forward and face-planted into the rear of Sprig’s big smelly diaper. And Sprig smirked down at her, his day getting better and better.

Both Sprig and Polly loved the full diaper he made. They loved every dirty diaper he made. Sprig enjoyed peeing and pooping his diapers almost as much as Polly enjoyed staring at them, sniffing and huffing them, and being smothered by them, too. And to think; a year ago, Sprig was so against using diapers. But some secret convincing from Polly was all it took for him to relent, and finally put the diapers to good use. It took some effort, but after weeks and weeks of using them it became so natural. To the point of him not having to put in any effort whatsoever. Heck, sometimes he hardly even feels the urge to go! Just a gurgle from his belly, one or more loud sputtery farts, and the feeling of warm smelly mush in the seat of his diaper are his only indicators in those moments.

But Sprig and Polly loved it. And he always thanked her for convincing him into this lifestyle.

Though, once they heard Hop Pop, the grandpa, at the door, they immediately stood straight. “Good mornin’, kiddos. I have a special work week planned, and we’re goin out for a trip! Polly already packed her bag last night, so Sprig, if you haven’t done it already, get the clothes you wanna wear, plus something fancy, and start packin’ your suitcase - pack for a seven day trip. I’ll explain it to you at breakfast.” Hop Pop said, placing a basket of clean laundry in their room.

“Yes, sir!” Sprig said, mildly excited about whatever trip he had planned, rushing to grab his suitcase from under the bed, starting to pack his clothes for the trip.

“And don’t worry about diapers. I’ll buy a spare pack when we leave town.” Hop Pop added, about to exit the room.

“Ooh, could we get some of those…jeans diapers I got for my birthday?” Sprig asked enthusiastically, having very fond memories of wearing those diapers with the denim jeans theme, which he got from Polly.

“Uh…sure! I know Polly sure enjoyed them. A lot.” Hop Pop replied, smirking at Polly, making her blush a shade of red that suited her purple skin. “And I know you did, too. At least, with how well you rationed them. You made them last well over a whole month!” Hop Pop said, recalling how Sprig would often make those diapers last an entire day - sometimes longer - because they were extra absorbent, and had an outstanding capacity. Especially for the messes he made.

“Hehe, yeah I did!” Sprig said with a chuckle as he grabbed his suitcase and backpack, and started packing as well.

Minutes later, breakfast was ready. And the frog family of three joined at the table, feasting on blueberry pancakes. Especially Sprig, who was chowing down on a stack of eight of them, beautifully drizzled with maple syrup. He needed more big meals, and twice as many as normal, needing more nutrients and food nowadays because of a bigger stomach and appetite, due to his incontinence and overproduction of waste.

“So, you both may be wonderin’ why we’re packing for a weeklong trip to who-knows-where. Well, I’ve kept it a secret for long enough, but here it goes.” Hop Pop said as he stood up, announcing the reasoning for the trip they're going on. “I received this invoice from a special rich person you may know, and it reads…” He pulled out the letter he received from this rich person, and read it aloud.

“To Hopodiah Plantar, the esteemed owner of Plantar’s Produce, in Wartwood, Amphibia.

I am personally requesting endorsement for a venture I’m pursuing, with the intent of magnificent equity growth for your family, another’s, and my own.

My vision is a sustainable, man-and-machine-operated produce industry, to provide the best, healthiest fruits and vegetables to stores worldwide. Wholesome Foods, I’m calling it, as I’ve bought the copyright to the name from the recent CEO who was revealed to be a criminal. With assistance from an expert family, the Greens - of Green Family Farm, in Big City, Statesland - and your assistance, and the endorsement from both of you, we will provide a great increase in wealth for all three of our families, and far healthier batches of produce to stores across America.

You have two weeks to accept this offer. To accept, please contact me on video or audio call with the number below. Or write back to the address below. Should you accept, we will discuss an arrival date.

Office - Redacted
Home - Redacted
Cell - Redacted

Address - Duckburg, Calisota 
ZIP 46290 
PO box 1738

Signed,
     Scrooge McDuck
Representative of McDuck Water & Electric, McDuck Enterprises, and now the new owner of the Wholesome Foods brand.

Sprig was truly excited about it for closely the same reason Hop Pop was, as he at least decently understood business ventures and income growth. But they were all just elated at the idea of meeting Scrooge McDuck in person. “I think it’s a great opportunity! If it’s real.” Sprig said with an excited smile, eager about their family finally making their way to becoming financially stable. WELL over financially stable.

“Oh, it is. I mailed him back a couple days ago, confirmed it, and he requested us to travel to Duckburg for a week, so I can endorse the brand and make it official, oversee the operation, and assist with any farming duties.” Hop Pop said, assuring them that this is the real deal.

“Sweet! A week with the richest duck in the world!” Polly exclaimed in excitement, just as excited as the others. “When are we leaving?”

“In half an hour. I have a sparrow flight gettin’ prepped for us just outside a’ town, so we need to leave at 9:00 on the dot if we’re gonna make it there by 12:00.” Hop Pop replied, before glancing at Sprig’s full diaper for a little longer than he intended. “Which means you should probably get changed before we leave, Sprig.” He added, his finger and his wandering eyes both pointing to his diaper, lightly teasing the boy.

Sprig blushed a tad, before his eyes shifted to his sister. A devilish grin grew across his face, knowing who was gonna change him this time. “…Ohh, Pollyyyy.” He called out in a singsong tone, taunting her, his hips wiggling a little to make his huge dirty diaper squish in his chair.

It was Polly’s turn to blush, her face red as a tomato, feeling quite flustered about changing her brother’s huge, mushy, smelly, poopy diaper. …Again.

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Meanwhile, a couple hours before the Plantar family’s events, the sun had just started rising over Big City. Close in on an out-of-place farmhouse surrounded by the skyscrapers and busy streets, in which another oddball family resided. The Greens.

Most of the Green family was asleep, save for the father, Bill, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. As the scrambled eggs and bacon were sizzling in the pans, Bill rushed from room to room, waking every member of the family. “Ma! Tilly! Cricket! RISE AND SHINE! We got a big week ahead of us! So get your suitcases packed, because we gotta leave in 30 minutes!”

Alice, the grandma, and Tilly, the older sister, groggily rose out of bed and packed their bags with clothes to last them a week, mildly upset at being woken up so early. Cricket was about the same, slipping out of a sugar crash he experienced from pigging out on the Halloween candy stash he found yesterday, which he stored away at the time and forgot about. Surprisingly enough, it was still pretty fresh. …Sort of.

“It’s outright despicable to wake us up like this, Bill! Not all of us get a zest from the fruits of labor like you do.” Alice said, furious about waking up this early, as she walked into the dining room and sat at the table, slugging down her cup of coffee right away.

“Regrettably, Papa, I am inclined to agree with Gramma. What’s all this vigor about?” Tilly said as she sat down at the table as well, awaiting breakfast.

“I’ll tell you once Cricket joins us.” Bill said, alternating his attention between the pan of bacon, and the pan of eggs. “Cricket! Breakfast time!” He called out.

“Coming! Hold on!” Cricket yelled back, more unenthusiastically as he trudged out of bed and started undressing, putting his day clothes on. “That old man owes me a BIG explanation as to why we’re up this early. I don’t know how he expects me to have the energy this early to spring up, rush down the hall, ready for the day, hollerin’ “BREAKFAST TI”-oof…” Cricket raved to himself as he put his shirt on, frustrated about being up so early, before he suddenly felt his stomach cramping and gurgling something awful. “Ohh, that candy stash is NOT bein’ good to me…I gotta take a dump so bad!” He worried to himself, ready to rush to the bathroom. But then he looked to his secret entrance. And he got an idea.

The dresser was hardly ever used by Cricket or Tilly, so a long time ago, he carved a hole out of the back of it, and a hole out of the wall behind it. Which became his secret entrance. But in the drawer above it was a secret compartment, in which he hid some goodies of his. Firecrackers, a cash hoard, an old GameBro Color he plays Auto Thievery 2 on. And among them, a 30 pack of size 6 Denim Dumpers diapers. Which he snuck away when a visiting friend had her baby shower at their farmhouse less than two months ago, and the Greens bought a ton of these diapers to make one of those diaper cake decorations.

At the time, Cricket would just wear one around his room, admiring the cute jeans aesthetic, and how poofy and SOFT they felt. But after a while, he felt curious about using the diapers for their…intended purpose. One day, he tried it, just jumping right into it. And after half an hour in the bathroom, after psyching himself up enough, he tried it. His bladder and bowels resisted, his toilet training having a stranglehold over them, far more powerful than his yearning to let loose right then and there. But then after taking a special formula of his - more on that later - and waiting an hour or two, he could poop himself pretty easily.

Nowadays, it’s a favorite secret pastime of his. And he hasn’t done it in a while. So with this convenient prairie dogging going on, he might as well take advantage.

Cricket sifted through his hidden stash, finding the pack of diapers. There were 4 left, so he could use one and still have a few left over for future use. Perfect. He slipped the diaper into the side of his underwear waistband, picked up his overalls, and very casually walked to the bathroom. “I’ll be right with ya! Just gotta use the bathroom!” He announced to the family as he strolled in, very nimbly locked the door so the click wouldn’t be too loud, and then stepped into the bathtub. Whenever Cricket used these diapers, they never had an issue with leaks or blowouts before. Surprisingly. But he always loaded his diapers in the tub, just in case.

He yanked off his tighty whities and tossed them aside, slipping into his secret diaper, biting his lip as he felt the soft padding, and admired the cutesy denim jeans design, making him feel adorable and infantile, like a little baby boy. A naughty baby boy. “Hehe…naughty Baby Crickey…nmf…g-gonna make a poopy.” He whispered to himself before bringing a thumb to his mouth and suckling on it, grunting and giggling softly. Despite his tummy troubles, he always enjoyed saying babyish stuff like that whenever he wore and used diapers. To him, it really amplified the lewdness of his deed.

Though, the process, like usual for him, was a stressful mix of concentration and relaxation. It took him a whole minute just to force out a few small streams of pee, lightly warming up the front of his diaper, but barely qualifying as a wetting. But he did manage to squeeze out a few logs of muck that were begging to be let out. They were solid, and rather big. And they nestled into the seat of his pamper quite comfortably. But Cricket knew that there was more to come. So with a grunt, and a firm push…

Frrt.

…Nothing. Just a dry fart. He tried again, pushing to the point of lightheadedness.

Pffft.

Another empty toot. Still nothing. Now he was getting worried. “Oh, no, no, nonononono… Am I compensated?!” He quietly panicked to himself. He meant to say ‘constipated’, of course. But he’s not always the sharpest bulb in the drawer…or however the saying goes.

He kept trying for a few more minutes, not even focused on filling his diaper further, but just unblocking himself however he could. But after many futile attempts at pushing, to the point of headaches, the cork just wouldn’t pop. And there was still a heaping of poop brewing in his bowels, waiting to be dumped out of him.

“Cricket! Breakfast is ready!” Bill called from down the hall. Cricket had to act fast. He’d solve his defecation dilemma sooner or later. But right now, he had to change, and clean up. He always struggled with untaping his diaper. And balling it up. And finding a good enough place to hide it. But he could at least wipe himself. And then he disposed of his waste into the toilet, flushed it, and then folded up the diaper and hid it in the trash, in an empty tissue box. And then washed his hands, put on his undies and overalls, and, casually as he could, waltzed out of the bathroom, to the kitchen.

“Heyy, family. Sorry I took so long in there.” Cricket said, masking his looming stress, sitting at the table and starting to eat his eggs.

“I know what THAT means...” Alice said, mockingly smirking at him. And then Tilly and Bill did the same. Cricket tensed up in his chair, uncertain of what they meant. Though, he had a fearful idea in mind.

“...Sorry, fam! I blew it up again!” Alice said jokingly, imitating Cricket, before busting out laughing. And so did Tilly. And Bill too, though he was more sympathetic toward him.

“THOSE GRITS WERE SO UNDERDONE! AND I HAD A LEFTOVER BURRITO FOR LUNCH AFTER! WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?!” Cricket shouted in embarrassment, his face blushing brightly, drawing more guffaws from Alice and Tilly.

They were referring to a time, less than a month ago, when Cricket spent an hour in the bathroom. He was, of course, using one of those diapers. And he did eat some undercooked grits, and a slightly spoiled day-old burrito for his lunch. And it messed with his tummy pretty badly, with him dumping his diaper for a whole 30 minutes. The other 20 were spent wriggling and squirming in his huge loaded diaper, rubbing and smushing the mushy front and rear of it, and even cumming in it. Which he never experienced before, hence why he panicked for another 10 minutes, and hurriedly cleaned up and rushed out, exclaiming “Sorry, fam! I BLEW IT UP in there!”

“In Cricket’s defense, I was in a hurry to get us to the field. I was antsy with cooking the grits, and might’ve added a smidge too much water as well. But if it’s any good to know, we were all pretty miserable after that harvest. So at least you gave us a good laugh!” Bill said with a shrug, empathizing for Cricket, but wanting him to look at the bright side of his mishap.

“Hahah…it’s true, brother! I don’t think Gramma got side catches that bad in a while!” Tilly said, her voice mildly winded, her hand wiping a tear from her eye as her laughing subsided.

Cricket did feel a little better after hearing that, glad that he could provide some laughter to the family at the time, and even now. But his pride was still hurt a little, so he couldn’t enjoy the moment too much. And then he felt a cramp in his belly, reminding him of his blockage. He heaved slightly, clutching his stomach,

“Cricket? What’s wrong?!” Bill sprang up from his seat, ready to help him with whatever ailment has come over him.

“N-Nothin’, dad. Hunger pains haven’t died down, yet.” Cricket fibbed on the spot, not wanting to concern his dad with his constipation - and somehow end up getting his secret exposed. “So, what’s so important that you wake us up this early?” He said, after taking another sip of orange juice, his cup almost empty. So he got up to refill his glass while Bill explained.

“Well, just a week ago, I received a letter from someone so rich, they’re willing to bring Green Family Farms to the industrial level! Let me read it for y’all.” Bill said, explaining why he woke them up so early. He then pulled out the letter and read it to them.

During this, Cricket looked around the fridge for the jug of OJ, until he glanced at a different bottle. That formula that usually helps him when he’s potty-shy. It was a prescription bottle of Magnesium. Which Bill commonly ordered for Cricket, and has been giving to him for a few years.

Allow me to paint a clearer picture as to why. Due to Cricket’s hyperactive behavior, he was prescribed to take Magnesium when he was around 5 years old. Or rather, a low grade, liquid version for children, with the same effects. Magnesium is helpful in facilitating reward pathways in the brain, a common issue with ADHD - in kids and adults. And it’s also a muscle relaxant. So it’s like a focus enhancement medicine of sorts.

But one thing that Cricket learned about it after he turned 10 and could use it less, is about Magnesium’s alternative use: it's a very powerful laxative. Even in this low grade, kid-friendly form. Which explained why he always pooped so much after taking it.

This was due in part to the consumption of this Magnesium leading to a reduction of the muscle contractions in areas like the sphincter and bowel muscles, which signal the usual urgency in bowel movements. Which is why magnesium messes would creep up on him and be emergencies.

Add that to how laxatives usually soften the consumer’s stools, allowing them to pass more easily, and…you can figure out the rest.

He discovered this at the same time his diaper kinks were starting to blossom. And with that realization, he then found those days in particular to be…amusing to him.

This led to him laying in bed one night, clad in only a Denim Dumper diaper, idly rubbing both the butt and crotch with his hand, while recalling a few memories related to this fascination of his, toward this concept of “no bowel control”. And it’s gonna get a little long-winded, so bear with me.

He remembered those times when he was a young boy, close to double digits, and how he would REALLY need to poop after taking Magnesium. Sometimes he’d even have accidents in his pants.

That reminded him of when he was in pull-ups. His little potty dance, hot footing, whimpering like a helpless little puppy. Desperate to make it to any nearby toilet.

And then THAT brought back memories of him in diapers. Those times when he didn’t feel the need to hold it in. When he could just let loose, fill his diapers, and let his mommy and daddy take care of him.

And that’s where it clicked for him.

The unlocking of an often considered taboo kink was something he wanted to combine with the laxative effects of Magnesium. To really live out his kinks for desperation and relief, his kink for Magnesium turning him into a little poop machine, his kinks for wearing diapers, and, obviously, his kink for acting like a pervy little baby.

Just the idea of feeling so desperate and needing to ‘go’, but instead of the toilet, he would release into a diaper. And crawl around in his dirty diaper without a care in the world. Like an un-potty trained toddler.

So a few weeks ago, during the Christmas rush, he planned it thusly. He secretly took some Magnesium after dinner, so that when he was in the bathroom - not using a diaper during this time - he could frame the following ‘mishap’ as a stomach bug, and be forced to stay home while the others went out for errands. And while he was left by himself at the house, with strict instructions not to go anywhere or let anyone inside, he could take another Magnesium and fill a few diapers while they were gone.

And holy crap, it was FUN. He could toddle and crawl around the house on his own, watching diaper messing videos, especially of his idol - a pink frog boy about his age, who could wear his diapers in public and absolutely WRECK them, packing them with such huge loads. Cricket could never measure up to him, but during that afternoon, he certainly tried. Effortlessly filling one diaper over and over again, then another, and then another. Pooping himself silly, giggling and moaning like a naughty, pervy little baby boy. And he even ejaculated a couple times. It was after the “blew up the bathroom” incident, so he was still nervous about the sensation. But after the second time he ever did it, he got used to it. And started to like it.

But we’ll move on, now. Finally.

He knew that the Magnesium could solve his problem. So he poured a dose into his glass, and sat down at the table, framing the new liquid in his glass as fruit juice, while Bill continued reading the letter.

Once Alice, Tilly, and Cricket heard Bill read “Signed, Scrooge McDuck”, they immediately perked up, beaming with excitement at the thought of meeting THE Scrooge McDuck. Though, Cricket was a bit skeptical about working under the brand name Wholesome Foods. Because of course, it was the corporation of his archnemesis, Chip Whistler. …But he’s long gone at this point. So it didn’t seem too bad.

“So not only do I get to let a big corporation endorse the name of Green Family Farms, but I also get to bring a better reputation to Wholesome Foods, we get to meet Scrooge McDuck, and we get to enjoy a week’s vacation in Duckburg!” Bill said with a beaming grin as well, just as excited about going to Duckburg.

Cricket was very easily excited about this road trip now, as he quickly ate up the rest of his breakfast, and downed his big glass of Magnesium. “That IS great! When do we have to leave?” Cricket asked after he finished chugging down his ‘fruit juice’, eager to hit the road.

“In three hours! It’s a 50 mile drive from Big City to Duckburg, and we have to be there at 12:00. No sooner, no later.” Bill replied, admitting that they have to leave in a few hours, not in 30 minutes like he said. Much to the enragement of Cricket, Alice, and even Tilly.

“…THEN WHY DID YOU WAKE US UP AND MAKE US PACK BEFORE THE DING DANG CRACK A’ DAWN?!” Cricket exclaimed furiously, still irritated about having been woken up so early, and even more so that they could’ve gotten better sleep in that time span.

“Well, you all usually take hours or days to pack for a trip, and wait until the last minute. So I figured I’d wait until the “last minute” to let you all in on this.” Bill explained, far more calmly in contrast to Cricket’s ranting.

“YOU…uh…ohh, that actually makes sense.” Alice said, agreeing with Bill. 

“So we can all relax and prepare ourselves properly for now?” Tilly asked, her anger subsiding as well.

“Yep. You all can do as you please. Just go ahead and put your things in the truck when you finish breakfast.” Bill said with a nod. “I DO, however, want us to be out the door by 10:30 at the latest, so we’re on time.”

“Understood.” Alice, Tilly, and Cricket all said in unison. 

Though, Cricket was a little nervous. The effects of the Magnesium and its timing often varied, as it could take action at literally any time. Having just finished drinking a big glass of his Magnesium, he was really hoping he wouldn’t…stink up the truck.

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Concurrently, in the aforementioned city named Duckburg - at McDuck Manor, of course - the McDuck family was still aslumber, unlike Scrooge, who was up bright and early, gussying himself up for when Bill Green and Hop Pop Plantar would arrive.

Everyone else was still in a deep sleep, save for one. Webby Vanderquack. Daughter to Scrooge. She was in bed, dressed in her pajamas and wearing a diaper underneath. Bloated and discolored, absolutely soiled from many night-wettings and messings. She was clutching her phone in one hand, and her plush blanket with another. She had been awake since 4:38 AM, video-chatting a special friend while her head lay on her pillow.

“I’m so so sorry I texted you a lot last night. I just felt so embarrassed about…the movie.” Webby said apologetically, feeling bad for what happened when she and her friend were watching a movie in the mansion’s theater room. “I just feel like I grossed you out. A-And if I did, I won’t be mad at you. I would understand why.”

Lena, her friend on the other line, was just as uncomfortable with discussing the event. “No, no, it’s fine! You didn’t. I hardly even smelled it.”

“...You gagged and screamed out “WHO THE HELL IS BURNING RUBBER IN HERE?!”.” Webby said, frowning as she detailed Lena’s reaction to the noxious odor. A result of when Webby’s stomach got uppity from the ice cream sundae they shared beforehand. Leading to her…releasing various forms of matter. Gas, liquid, and solid.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry I reacted that way, Pink. I just didn’t think you would be capable of something that smelly. Even with that condition you have.” Lena said, apologizing for how she reacted to the stink that resulted from Webby’s accidents.

“Well, you’d be surprised. Somehow, that’s not the worst smelling one I’ve made.” Webby said with a shrug, recalling messes she made that smelled far worse, and were much bigger.

“Wow. From how bad that one was, I can’t even fathom how much worse it could get.” Lena said, almost astonished that Webby allegedly made far worse stinks. “But, in your defense, my sense of smell is pretty sensitive.” Lena added, not wanting to make Webby feel bad for a natural bodily function. Despite how unnatural it smelled. “Violet’s dads got us a kitten last year, and we both have to clean the litter box. I am traumatized by the odors of that thing, and it doesn’t help that our showers contain sulfur water, so I’m pretty much constantly surrounded by the smell of po-”

“AHGUDAHVA…s-sorry. I’m still not a fan of…that word.” Webby said abruptly, blurting out a short second of rambled nonsense and covering her ears, and then apologizing. She just wasn’t a fan of that word. Hearing it, or saying it. In fact, discussing such a topic was not her favorite at all.

“Still, Pink? It’s a word we’ve said for many years, many centuries. What problem do you have with it?” Lena asked, still confused as to why Webby wasn’t a fan of that word.

“Because it’s such a weird-sounding word. Why does such a disgusting bodily function have to have such a weird name?” Webby responded, feeling grossed out from just talking about it. This was not just from disgust toward her condition, mind you. She’s felt this way about that word for a while.

“Well, would you rather I took the time to say “Ahm sarownded by tha nohkshus oduh uhf EXCREMENT”? Lena rebutted, providing a comical British accent to add some levity to the situation.

Webby couldn’t help but laugh from hearing that. Even with the discomfort and anxiety they both felt while discussing yesterday’s events, Lena could still put a smile on Webby’s face.

“With this on the topic, though, I’ve been meaning to ask you more about…Hyper…defecate…something? …About your condition.” Lena said, that timidity creeping back in. “If you don’t mind. I did research about it online some time ago, but I wanna hear your point of view.”

“Well, I don’t think I’ll mind. It kinda depends on what you’re gonna ask me, though.” Webby said, not seeing a problem with Lena asking questions about her Hyperdefecatia - her hypermessing syndrome. Even though she didn’t understand it much herself.

“Well, not a lot, just how you got it. Was it…hereditary or something?” Lena asked, curious as to how she got this affliction, because Webby never told her directly why.

“Heh,  no, it wasn’t hereditary. It only started happening a few months ago, after a curse from…Magica. It’s not very rare, since anyone can get it despite age or species. The only time that it’s rare is if someone is born with it.” Webby replied, describing how she got the condition. “And no, there’s no cure for it. None that we know of, or haven’t already tried, at least.”

“That witch? I can’t believe it.” Lena said, incensed that her ‘aunt’ did this to Webby, but also saddened that she couldn’t help Webby cure it. “But thank you. I just wasn't sure if it was like a choice or something.” Lena said, understanding the origins of her condition a little better.

“...A choice?” Webby asked, feeling a bit uneasy from hearing Lena say that, not really a fan of the implications she was hinting to.

“Well, no, I never thought it was. …Well, maybe once. …I’m sorry if this sounds insensitive, but for some time, I almost assumed it was…like you were following a trend, or like it was just a lifestyle you wanted to embrace.” Lena responded, clarifying what she meant. Unaware that she might’ve touched a nerve with that comment. “If you ever were, I wouldn’t judge you at al-”

Webby was somewhat familiar with what Lena was talking about, but still didn’t understand why she brought this up. Or even assumed that Webby would want this condition. “Wait, wait, wait. Where’s all this coming from?” She asked, getting a little peeved at this point.

“Well, …you weren’t wrong when you said anyone could get it. When I looked it up, it said that while it can be inherited, or contracted as a curse, it can also be “self inflicted through voluntary dependence on diapers for over a month”. Like that one pink frog boy who got popular because of it.” Lena elaborated, noticing that Webby was getting miffed, and treading more lightly now.

“Ugh, that bozo? I saw him on my Fenstagram feed nearly 20 times in a day last week. I can’t stand him.” Webby said, rolling her eyes in annoyance - for a different reason. She saw that pink frog in many videos across many social medias. In which he was either discussing his condition on a podcast, talking about how “horny” he was, or smothering some stranger’s face with his huge dirty diapers. Most of the time, it would be a short purple tadpole girl. 

Webby had no interest in him, this pink frog boy in diapers, diapers as big and loaded as hers, for the very same reason why. She hated that he was so famous because of this condition - for all the wrong reasons, in her opinion - she hated how smug and annoying he was, and she hated that he was basically making a mockery of people with this condition. People like her.

“Right, yeah.” Lena said with a nod, hesitant to say what she’s wanting to say next. “...Y’know…if you do enjoy it, to some extent, I wouldn’t-”

“I DON-...I don’t.” Webby almost shouted, but stopped herself to give a much calmer delivery. Though, the aggression was still there. “It just bothers me because he has this same condition, being unable to keep his diapers clean for an hour - just like me. And I hate seeing him get so famous for being a jacka…a showoff about it.” She added, clearly livid and uncaring about this guy and how he got famous for turning such a disgusting syndrome into a fetish for himself, let alone getting popular for it. But she wasn’t annoyed enough to swear in front of her crush. “I just want it gone. That’s it.”

“I can understand that. …But really, if you…” Lena said, attempting to continue her statement, but then her words died in her mouth, and she stopped. Not wanting to push the matter further, despite her empathetic intent. “...Never mind.”

The girls sat in silence for minutes after that, minutes on end, uncertain of where to take the conversation now, but not wanting to leave the call. Lena felt terrible for angering Webby, and Webby felt sorry that she couldn’t accept Lena’s empathy. But both felt too awkward and nervous to try and apologize, or at least change the subject. When one tried to speak up, silence remained. Made worse by the fact that neither could look one another in the eye for too long.

And then Webby’s bedroom door swung open. Scrooge stood in the doorway, waking up the family one by one. “Rise and shine, lass! Go get yer’ nappy changed, and put on somethin’ spiffy! We’ve got visitors coming!” He announced to her, and she immediately leaped from her bed, standing at attention.

“What’s the threat, father? I await combat at your command!” Webby exclaimed, her hand speedily reaching to the grappling hook gun she always kept hady, her opposite hand raised to her forehead in a saluting fashion, ready to fight for her family. To her life’s very end, should it come to that.

“N…no, lass. There’s no threat.” Scrooge laughed softly, still admiring Webby’s vigor to fight, even if her energy was misplaced. “I’ll cut it short and explain it thusly. I’ve made deals with two separate, out-of-town businesses - one run by a low income family, and the other by a high income family. And I’m lookin’ to expand their wealth. You remember Wholesome Foods, that supermarket brand I bought the rights to, last week? I’m sharing the rights with two smaller, family-run farms, and both are helping endorse the deal. So, while I’m out of town with these people, their children will stay here in the manor. And I already picked the hostesses to tend to them today. You and Beakley.” Scrooge explained, clarifying who was visiting, and why he wanted her to dress nicely. “And yes, that’s about as short as I could cut it.”

“Ah, okay. How many kids will be coming here?” Webby said with an understanding nod as she holstered the grappling gun, feeling more at ease, knowing she won’t have to fight. And then that ease faded when she quickly felt a familiar grumble in her stomach.

“Four, I believe. Two from one family, two from the other. They’ll be staying in hotel rooms, so they may not be able to have sleepovers here. Unless their parents allow it.” Scrooge replied, before he noticed her hunching over, grasping her belly. “Lass? Is it…?”

“Y-Yes…AGAIN.” Webby uttered in frustration, desperately trying to hold back as she hurriedly tumbled out of bed, waddled out of her room and down the hall to the bathroom, her heavy, very yellow and brown, very full diaper sagging past knee level. Made all the more degrading by the occasional bouts of gas that expelled every few seconds.

Frrtt. Phlrrt. Bllpht.

Once, just once, she’d like to make it to the toilet. “Please, please, please…HOLD it…” She whispered and whimpered in a strain, just inches away from the bathroom. She reached for the doorknob, grasping it firmly and giving it a twist,

Sppllorrt!

…but her bowels opened up before the door could.

Yet another heaping of hot, smelly, gross mush oozed out of her sphincter, packing her diaper fuller, sagging to her ankles, while she just shook her head and sank to the floor, tears streaming from her eyes as she quietly cried to herself. The diaper’s limits weren’t even close to reached, but hers were definitely pushed. “Nngh…it happened…again… B-Because WHY NOT? It’s packed, it’s hot, it REEKS, and I can’t even keep one of these clean for an hour, but it’s FINE…” She sobbed on the floor, her bowels still depositing despite her breakdown.

Scrooge just watched in silence, overcome with a deep, abiding feeling of sorrow for his daughter as he watched her sob in defeat from this. She was usually very mature and enduring about her condition, so this was something new. It wasn’t often that she had an outburst like that - at least, not in front of people - but it certainly painted a clearer picture for Scrooge.

He stepped closer to her after her sobbing, and her accident, died down. He reached out his hand, taking hers and guiding her back onto her feet. He led her back to her bedroom, holding her close to him, comforting her. Yet, tears remained in her eyes as they occasionally dripped, and her voice was near broken from sadness. “I h-hate this so much, dad.”

When they approached her changing table, he just lifted her up and hugged her, paying no attention nor mind to the huge, heavy, nearly destroyed diaper sagging from her feathery bottom. “I know, Webby. …But chin up, lass. You’ve handled this bothersome bowel blight so well before, ya can’t let it get to you now. We’ll figure out a cure soon, I promise.” He consolingly whispered to her, gently caressing her with a comforting embrace, an embrace that confirmed his promise to be true, a hug that brought a smile, small as it may be, back to her face. He was right. She couldn’t just let this hold her back. After their moment, he then laid her on the table, pulling out the bottle of baby powder, a few wipes, and a fresh diaper, ready to change her.

Scrooge hardly had any memories of caring for a baby of his own, of tending to and caring for one. And admittedly, the sight of his daughter, the cute, energetic, spritely little Webby Vanderquack, wearing such a huge loaded diaper, laying on her back and innocently staring into his eyes, waiting to be changed, made him smile quite a lot.

And Webby couldn’t help but smile, too.

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Traffic was moving at a moderate pace for the Plantar family as they flew in on their huge sparrow and landed at the Duckburg airport, and the Green family as they reached the interstate entering Duckburg, with an occasional gridlocking here and there. But they were both making good time, with almost an hour left to spare.

But Cricket’s Magnesium was taking a little longer than usual to fix his constipation. It had been a few hours by now, so he was surprised that he didn’t get the sudden need to go sooner. And just when they were about to leave, he was in the bathroom, having snuck one of those diapers with him, and pushing his hardest, trying to fill his diaper before they had to go. But he didn’t. And now he was sat in his seat, twiddling his thumbs, secretly wearing a diaper under his overalls. He was getting rather turned on, but slightly hoping that he wouldn’t poop himself in front of other people, not to mention his family.

Sprig was under a less-than-similar circumstance, in that he doubled up on breakfast when he thought he’d be wearing his dirty diaper all day, and get to wreck it more just to torment and tease Hop Pop and Polly with a massive loaded diaper to change at the end of the day. Dirty business as usual. They were pretty kinky as well, just like him. But they had to leave soon for a trip Sprig had only just heard about, so they had to change his diaper early. …And then again, when he felt that same old tummy grumble from his big breakfast and just dumped his diaper while they were flying, leading to a particularly risky change while airborne. Still, he didn’t mind. At all. For one, after that change, he finally got to wear his favorite jean themed diapers again after so long, which they picked up a pack of before taking off. And secondly, it wouldn’t be a big deal to him if he messed his diaper during the meeting. Or during the flight, or even in front of company. Plus, he was keeping a spare in the pocket of his army green short-sleeved jacket, so he could change into a fresh diaper at any time. If it happens, it happens. That’s always how he felt about his condition. …When his more lewd feelings weren’t in play.

Half an hour went by, and both families soon made it to McDuck Manor. The Duck triplets, Duckworth, Beakley, Scrooge, and Webby were the only ones present in the residence, while Della, Donald, and Launchpad were training new pilots with Kit Cloudkicker out in Cape Suzette. …Well, Della and Kit were. Donald wasn’t a pilot, and Launchpad was only allowed to help with verbal support and encouragement.

Once the car was parked, and the taxi cab of frogs arrived, both families approached the mansion, falling in step with each other. The Greens were honestly pretty bewildered by the sight of short frog people, and Bill couldn’t help staring occasionally.

Cricket stared too, but for a different reason. There was a pink frog in that family that looked awfully familiar…

“Got a starin’ problem?” Hop Pop shot off, quickly twisting his head to make eye contact with the other patriarch amongst them, Bill.

“Oh! Uh, sorry! Just uh…not often we see a…family of…” Bill responded apologetically, blushing pretty fiercely.

“…A family of frogs?” Hop Pop continued, finishing Bill’s statement. “But a super rich duck is fine?” He questioned, gesturing to the Manor.

“…Touché.” Bill nodded, still blushing as he felt he might’ve embarrassed himself in front of his future farming and business partner. “Still, I’m real’ sorry!”

“Ah, it’s fine.” Hop Pop said with a shrug and a small grin, accepting Bill’s apology. “Ain’t often I see yellow people either, so that’s a first for both of us!”

The chatting subsided as they reached the entrance to the mansion and stepped inside. Upon entering, they were greeted by the maid, Bentina Beakley. Webby’s surrogate grandmother, ever since an infiltration into F.O.W.L headquarters which turned into the rescue of an infant duckling.

“Ah, welcome. You’re the Greens and the Plantars, I take it?” Beakley asked, her English accent really adding to the estate’s aura of old money.

“Yes, ma’am.” Both Bill Green and Hop Pop replied at the same time, even bowing to her.

“Pardon. I’m Tilly, eldest daughter of the Greens. I’m very delighted that the rest of my Papa’s family, and I, were invited to visit the McDuck Manor. And forgive me, but I’m compelled to ask. Why?” Tilly politely asked, impressing Beakley with how ladylike and proper she was for a country girl.

“Scrooge insisted that the families come as well, to make his business partners feel more at home, in his words. The children can play, we can bond, and we can all make some good memories here. It’s a success in more ways than one.” Beakley responded, paraphrasing Scrooge’s explanation of why he wanted the rest of their families to come, rather than just leave them at home.

The sound reasoning made sense to them, and they collectively nodded in agreement. And then footsteps on the stairs caught their attention, as Scrooge, Webby, and the triplets - Huey, Dewey, and Louie Duck - entered the foyer. Webby and the triplets chatted with the other kids, and Alice sat aside, while Bill and Hop Pop conversed with Scrooge.

Webby froze up as she saw one of the kids visiting. A frog boy, with pink skin. No, no, no, there was no way. That couldn’t be…

“Blessed afternoon to you, aristocratic avians! Tis I, Sprig, extraordinary firstborn of the Plantar lineage.” Sprig said so primly and properly, making a slightly awkward first impression in front of Scrooge McDuck’s daughter and nephews.

Webby felt an abiding sense of discomfiture weigh heavily on her as she heard his name. …Yep, that’s him. She forced a smile on her face as the atmosphere shifted claustrophobically, her sights tunneling on him, and him alone. “Good afternoon to you, too! I’m Webby Vanderquack. These are my…cousins - Huey, Dewey, and Louie Duck. And that is how us rich people introduce ourselves.” Webby said, putting on her chipper tone to help the guests feel welcome.

Sprig seemed a bit puzzled. “That sounds pretty normal, not gonna lie.”

“Exactly.” Webby quickly remarked, that smile still on her face as she nodded slowly.

Both Sprig and Polly contorted or bit their lips, Sprig’s awkward introduction now setting in. Not the best first impression to make in front of a rich family.

“Well, me being normal as well, I am glad to meet Mr. McDuck’s fam in person. I’m Polly, little sister to the pink frog that thought acting like a rich person in front of an actual rich person was a good idea.” Polly said politely, snarking at Sprig briefly, but still being polite and respectful, but casual, in her behavior towards Webby.

“Very nice to meet you, Polly! A…pollywog, I take it?” Webby asked out of curiosity, amused by the sight of an amphibian family, as she hadn’t met such creatures up close before.

“Tadpole. But you were pretty close, so…correctomundo.” Polly replied with a nod and a mildly smug grin.

Just then, the Green sibling decided to join the conversation. “Ooh, do you know Spanish?” Tilly asked, intrigued to find someone possibly as multilingual as herself. She doesn’t know a lot of languages, but she does speak Japanese, Spanish, French, and a bit of Dutch. “¿Quién de ustedes acaba de terminar el entrenamiento para ir al baño?”

“…Uhh…” Polly stammered a little, as she didn’t know…any Spanish, actually. All she knew was Thai, from her old human friend Anne Boonchuy’s Thai romcom collection. “...A mí.”

“Ah, así así.” Tilly said with a nod and a toothy smile - due to her overbite showing her two front teeth, something common for her - letting the moment sit in silence, until she looked Polly in the eyes and said, “...You didn’t understand a word of that, did you?”

“...Nope. Correctomundo.” Polly replied, with a blush and a defeated shrug from her little arms.

“Haha, it’s okay! I was asking, as a joke, “Which one of you just got done with toilet training?”.” Tilly said with a hearty laugh, translating her spoken statement into English.

“What?!” Polly asked, half laughing and half shocked at such a random thing one would ask in Spanish to a noob. And she replied with “Me.” in Spanish. “...Oh wait, I answered correctly. Heck yeah!”

Sprig was off to the side for that entire exchange, a little surprised that Tilly would just randomly ask that question. He was almost curious if he recognized her. Or anyone else present in this manor for that matter. He certainly was made pretty popular by visiting tourists who carried phones and cameras with them, what with technology being far less digital in Amphibia.

Cricket was also surprised at Tilly asking that. Why ask that, so randomly? Does she know something? Are his overalls concealing his diaper well enough?

Is Webby’s skirt hiding her diaper well enough?

Are Sprig’s tight athletic shorts making his diaper obvious enough?

Neither could tell.

An entire hour went by. The first half was spent in the foyer, the room filled with many conversations. And the other half was spent in the dining room, each family enjoying a delicious gourmet lunch, even the kids, who were treated to some homemade burgers, fries, and milkshakes. Sprig and Webby especially, who were given much larger quantities by comparison. All was going swell until soon enough, Scrooge, Bill, and Hop Pop had to depart to the Money Bin for further discussion regarding the company plan, leaving all the kids under the care of Mrs. Beakley and Duckworth.

1:17 PM. 103 minutes until the farmers and Scrooge return.

Polly, Tilly, and the triplets were outside, partaking in plenty of fun games, bonding with one another.

Webby, Cricket, and Sprig remained inside, watching a movie in the theater room.

The room was silent. Far too silent. Even with audio from a TV show in the background, it was still too quiet as an intense awkwardness permeated the room. Neither of the three vastly different kids could bring themselves to communicate by now, for they felt quite suspicious of one another’s…undergarments.

“Sooo, uh…that was a tasty lunch we had, huh?” Sprig spoke up, trying to lighten up the disquieted mood in the room.

“…It certainly was. Thanks.” Webby replied, her legs up to her chest as she hugged her knees. “I-I think Duckworth forgot to give me a smoothie instead. I’m pretty…lactose intolerant.” She said, anticipating whatever hellish odor and mess would burst from her bowels into her diaper.

Cricket was similarly sat in a curled up ball position, trying to calm his nerves as he kept anxiously waiting for the Magnesium to take effect already. “Hehe, yeah. …That can be pretty tough on the tummy.” He said with a slightly nervous chuckle, waiting for any sign that he’d have to go soon.

As uneasy as she felt, Webby felt bad about how awkward the room felt, at least for the yellow farmer’s son. She hardly even got the chance to bond with him. “Well…I’ll admit, I’ve never met any country folks before. How does it feel to be in a new big city?” Webby asked with a soft smile, trying to make nice with Cricket.

“Oh? …It’s actually pretty sweet!” Cricket said with a smile forming on his face, feeling much more welcome. “But I can’t quite tell if it’s bigger than Big City. But it’s certainly got a lot more birds! Huh?”

Webby couldn’t help but giggle at Cricket’s jest, starting to feel much better herself. “Well, what can you tell me about Big City?”

“Oh my gosh, it’s amazing! The parties, the fancy schmancy restaurants, all the fun, all the people!” Cricket sprang up from his seated pose and fidgeted around, expressing his excitement and love for Big City.

“Ooh, there’s more of you?” Sprig asked out of curiosity.

“WE’RE NOT ALL YELLOW!” Cricket fumed, shaking his clenched fists at Sprig, quoting an outburst from his Papa earlier at lunch. Before he then reeled back with a shy face, muttering a “S-Sorry…”

Sprig sat there, wide eyed, a startled blush and expression clear on his face. And Webby was closely reacting the same way.

After another quiet moment, the two of them couldn’t hold back the laughter that ensued, raucous and hearty. And Cricket couldn’t contain his own, all of them put in much higher spirits, forgetting all of their worries and…dilemmas.

Webby began feeling more comfortable around Sprig, more than just a sliver. But regardless of how she felt about his…proclivities, she hated the thought of making him feel unwelcome. “Well, how about you, Sprig? What’s your home like?”

Sprig tried to slow his laughter and panting to answer. “Ohh man, hahah. Well, Amphibia is very great. Lots of friendly neighbors…when they warm up to you enough. And there’s plenty of fun and adventures to be had.”

“Ahh, well as a connoisseur of adventuring myself, that sounds like my kinda place!” Webby said, immediately intrigued by the mention of adventures, having been raised in a family of incredible adventurers.

“Me too! Say, if we decide to raid a tomb someday, you both can be the navigators while I’ll be the crazy all-nonsense butt-kickin’ sidekick!” Cricket chimed in, punching the air in front of him a few times, invigorated by all the ideas of whatever mysteries they could uncover, all the places they could explore, just the three of them.

“Well that’s a little selfish.” Webby said with a tilt of the head. “...ALL three of us kick butt, don’t take all the fun for yourself!”

Another round of laughter roared up from the trio, with some high-fives as well. Webby was surprised that she was already bonding pretty well with these potential new friends, Cricket was hopeful that these two adventurous buddies may enjoy his wild behavior and personality, and Sprig was just glad that he was hopefully finally in the rich duck girl’s good graces, after making an embarrassment of himself earlier. All three of them almost forgot about-

GRRRGLLE

All three of them went wide eyed as a simultaneous gurgle rumbled out from their bellies, almost an ominous knell for the incoming storm.

Webby was clutching her stomach rather aggressively, desperate to ease the cramps, briefly stuck in her seated position. “Ooooh…ohh, that blasted milkshake…”

Cricket felt his tummy growling for a similar reason, but he knew why. Although, he couldn’t let anyone know about his similar predicament, made worse by the fact that he doesn’t know where the bathrooms are. “W-Was there somethin’ fishy in that shake?”

“My grandma and dad always get fiber infused mixes. “Better for the digestive health”, they say.” Webby replied, a vibrant blush emanating from her cheeks.

Cricket’s face went white as a ghost, now realizing the deep, deep crap he was in. Or about to be in. The magnesium was more than enough help in fixing his dilemma already, but with a ton of fiber added to the mix? No doubt that he’ll end up wreaking havoc in his diaper. …And reeking.

Sprig found himself in a similar situation like Cricket and Webby, but he himself wasn’t too worried. And a swift slipping off of his shorts allowed him to reveal why. “Well, you guys can go use the toilets. I’ve got what I need right here.” Sprig said confidently, glad that he could finally expose his diaper to his new friends. “Ms. Vanderquack, would you want me to rush to a nearby guest bathroom for privacy, orrr is it okay if I do it here?”

Webby was mortified as Sprig finally revealed his degenerate self. She had a vague suspicion that he would do this, mess his diaper in her own home. But nothing could prepare her for it. Every rebuttal and refusal she tried to utter at him just faltered in her mouth, as she was left stammering, her face a ruby red fluster.

Cricket, on the other hand, well…

“I KNEW IT!! PlantarPamperPacker#2! I knew I recognized you the MOMENT I laid eyes on ya!” Cricket hopped up, his cramps briefly letting up as he gushed about his secret favorite idol. “AND YOU LIKE DENIM DUMPERS, TOO?! Ohhh, I may swoon right now…”

Sprig grinned and chuckled in amusement at Cricket’s starstruck behavior. “Ah, a fan, huh? Well, it’s awfully nice to meet fans as happy about my work as you are.” Sprig said, a smile still on his face as he gave a high-five to the giddy yellow country boy.

Cricket giggled. “Indeed! A real diligent “doody” you’re doin’ for us.” He said while bringing his  hand up to his forehead, jokingly giving a salute to Sprig.

Webby sucked through her teeth and gripped her head with her fingers, physically cringing as she heard that exchange. She did not want to hear this discussion in front of her. “Can you both take that to the bathroom, please? Your conversation AND your “duties”?”

“Okay, I get that some people aren’t very comfy with this stuff, and I respect that.” Sprig said, his demeanor being much more calm compared to her discomfort and command. “But I hope you don’t expect me to use a commode. For the sake of keeping your plumbing safe, I literally can’t.”

“Oh, believe me. I know we can’t.” Webby said, her attitude settled down noticeably, not noticing that she said that out loud.

“...We?” Cricket asked, confused for a moment, until he and Sprig made the same realization. “Do you have the same…condition that he has?”

Her eyes widened, a soft blush glowing on her face as the realization set in, but she answered a mildly embarrassed “...Condition, yes. Fetish? No.” as she began to stand up from the couch, before an aching heave in her abdomen bent her over, and she winced, grabbing her stomach. “Haah… COME ON!” She strained through gritted teeth, her eyes clenched shut as she was futilely but desperately trying to hold in the gargantuan mess stewing up inside her bowels.

And then she felt a pair of hands rub her back.

“Breathe…” Sprig whispered as he stood beside the girl, gently stroking and rubbing her back through her indigo vest and baby pink undershirt, his own belly rumbling as loudly as hers, along with the occasional wet, smelly farts. Sprrt. Blrrp. Pbbbft.

Webby shuddered from the atrocious bouts of gas, and from his touch, feeling very conflicted, yearning to at least try to make it to a toilet, just once. “I-I just want to use the bathroom.”

“Nmf…I get that. You may think I don’t, but I do. Believe me, the diaper really is your best choice right now.” Sprig said softly between the rampant gurgles, Grrrrggll, grunts, “Hnghf,” and poots, Phrrt, as he kept rubbing his gentle fingers and palms on her back, trying to calm her down. 

“You… urgh…” Webby huffed and groaned, still hunched over as her backside broke wind like his, each bout of gas getting wetter than the last, making her blush redder than a tomato.
Frrrt. Spplrt. Brrpp.
“...You’re right. I hate to admit it, but you are right.”

Cricket stood off to the side, his back to the wall as he watched Sprig comfort Webby, while he winced and clutched his own gurgling belly and gassy butt, trying to hold it all in, feeling quite frightened at the thought of filling his diaper in front of them. In spite of how much he really wanted to.

Sprig kept soothing her by rubbing her back while he bent himself over like her, unable to hold back his own farts, just as loud, wet, and embarrassing as hers. “Good. …Just let it out. We’ll do it together.”

Webby wasn’t very put at ease by that offer, as generous as he thought it was. She had hated this frog boy for a long while when he didn’t even know her, and now today she was actually liking him a little? Even like this? And him “soothing” her was honestly…more comforting than she would have expected. She was desperate to reach a toilet, but she was finding less and less options or time by now. Their Hyperdefecatia was forcing them to give in, so she looked him in the eye, and nodded in acceptance. “...Okay.” She relaxed, slowed her breathing and calmed herself, and he did the same. And with a boisterous 

BLLORRTCH! 

in unison, they both helplessly filled their diapers, absolutely packing them full of warm, smelly logs of mess, unable to stop, their accidents going on and on for almost a minute.

To Sprig, the feeling was euphoric. It always was. “Ohhh, g-golly… MMmmph…” Just hearing and feeling those full, relieving farts ripping out of him. The immense relief of such huge hot loads of his own poop pushing out of his anus so smoothly and effortlessly into his diaper, feeling it sag, heat up, and grow heavier and heftier, while the floodgates of his bladder burst open consequentially, leading to a continuous stream of warm pee soaking the front of his padding. The sight of the blue denim hued diaper starting to discolor to a muddy shade of brown. The nagging urge to go potty just slowly melting away, like ice on the searing hot ground. The putrid but oh-so-addictive stenches that wafted up to his nose; all of it culminated into a feeling of lust, relief, and happiness that was difficult for him to explain to someone turned off by this.

Like Webby. To her, the entire sensation was gross. “Uughh… nngh… ewww…” The bubbling, sputtery noises, the feeling of her mess sliding out as she is stuck uncontrollably messing herself with no probable way to stop, the knowledge that such accidents can last for minutes, the torrid heat radiating on her feathery skin, the expanding quaggy heft squelching in her padding, squishing up on her skin, between her thighs and cheeks, and right up onto her most private area - her vagina, the horrendous smell that would follow her around even an hour after a change, the EMBARRASSMENT she felt; words could not describe how much she had wanted this to be gone. …Wants. She wants her HDFC gone.

Cricket just stood aside, stunned by the sight in front of him. Watching his favorite hypermesser, and a rich, pretty duck girl absolutely packing their pamps at the same time, was very arousing to him. He could feel a tightening sensation in the front of his still secret diaper, and he didn’t even notice it.

After at least a minute, Sprig and Webby’s accidents ceased. Their diapers now huge, brown, bulgy and sagging, and very smelly. Sprig couldn’t resist bringing his legs together, biting his lower lip to suppress a moan as he smushed the hot squishy mush between his thighs, his own little erection starting to get excited. “Mmmm…way better in my diaper than in me.”

Webby just stood there, her legs spread apart, trying to handle the new but very familiar heavy weight between her legs, all contained in her diaper. “Eugh…speak for yourself.”

Cricket just grinned in glee, biting his lip as he stared at both of their huge full diapers, thoroughly admiring them. “Gosh, Sprig, your giant dirty diapers ALWAYS impress me! Seeing you, BOTH OF YOU, do that right in front a’ me is just-” Brrrrbll. Pffft! Cricket stood bolt upright, clenched up, his eyes wide as saucers as he felt his tummy grumble and a nasty wet fart blast out of him, announcing that he was finally about to blow. “ooooh, reminding me that I REALLY gotta-mnf…”

Webby just shook her head, tired of this nonsense. “Okay, calm down. Do you want me to show you to the guest bathroom?”

To her surprise, he hunched himself over until he was in a full squat, his fists held up near his chest, clenched, his face scrunching up.

She started to slowly but surely step away from him, walking backwards, a mortified look growing on her face. No. No, no no no, NO. No, not him too!

“Baby C-Crickey’s… gonna go… POOOPYYY!!”

SPPPLRRRTTT!

Cricket’s Magnesium and the fiber milkshake were finally taking a toll on his bowels, emptying themselves at long last, wreaking pure havoc in his diaper, reeking far worse than the other two, much to Sprig’s surprise and awe, and Webby’s disgust. Those bubbling, sputtery farts were the kind neither of them had ever made before - at least, not in a long while. That stench could get him labeled radioactive. If not the stink, then the way the butt of his overalls bloated out so quickly was enough to impress Sprig alone. During this, the farmer’s little boy sighed, moaned, and babbled, letting his kinky, stinky self show, not even caring that he just exposed himself to them.

Webby was just astounded at the sight, and equally disturbed by the smell. She could never understand how someone could find pleasure in wearing a diaper and soiling themselves. She did it every day for almost 4 months, and never once felt excited by it. And yet, she witnessed two boys about her age just letting loose and filling their diapers excessively, and they’re both turned on by it? She just couldn’t fathom why. Maybe it’s the weight and heat, and the way it squishes between their legs, just from what she could guess.

Cricket’s diaper filling finished up much more quickly than Webby and Sprig’s, lasting for only half a minute. But it still got pretty close to being the same mass as the other two. Probably more, if his overalls had torn to give his movement more space to bulk out. Still, Sprig couldn’t resist heaping him with praise. “Wowww! Not as big as I’d have wanted, but I don’t think I could measure up to something THAT stinky!”

Honestly, …Webby wasn’t surprised in the slightest that the two of them would bond over such a putrid topic. Her arms slumped to her side and she huffed. “Oh, I’m sure you could if you tried.” She said before fanning the air in front of her beak, catching a strong whiff of Cricket’s “manure sack”. “Ohhgh… that is NUCLEAR!”

Cricket and Sprig just plopped down onto the floor and started chatting a mile a minute, smushing their huge poopy diapers on the hardwood floor as they wriggled and wiggled around in them. “Nah, she’s right! You could do it if ya tried!” Cricket said with an encouraging smile, patting Sprig on the shoulder. “This is just so smelly ‘cause of all the candy I ate yesterday.”

Sprig kept his hand on the front of his loaded diaper, idly squishing and rubbing it, stimulating his little dick by smushing all the muck around it, one of his favorite things to do with his dirty diapers at any time, even in front of people. “Gosh, I can only imagine! I just eat lots of veggies. …And bugs.”

“Bleh! Not a bug person myself.” Cricket said with a shake of his head, sticking his tongue out to confirm his disgust at the thought of eating bugs. “...Unless… can they make me poop myself?”

Webby cringed again as she overheard both of those statements in sequence. She WISHED she could be eating bugs right now instead of being in the same room with these two soiling addicted buffoons.

Sprig pondered for a moment. “I don’t know. They’re full of protein, yes, but I don’t know of any that can MAKE you poop yourself. I just know that they make it stink much more. …Not as much as THAT, though.”

Cricket was fascinated by that notion, but ultimately let down. “Aw, crud. I’m a REALLY big fan of…don’t quite know how ‘tuh phrase it. …Forced relief? Taking “laxeltims” and… “enemies”? “Supposittles”? …Oh, stuff to make me poop with no control!”

Sprig’s interest peaked much higher as he heard that, glad to find someone to share this kinky interest with. “Ohh, laxatives, enemas, and suppositories! Yeah, I like those, too! I just don’t need them nowadays because…well, you can guess why, heheh.” Sprig said with a playful chuckle as he reached his hand back and gave the big, brown, bulgy, mushy butt of his diaper a firm Squish!, causing a moan to slip past his lips and his lengthy yellow-green tongue to droop from his mouth, getting lost in the moment as his arousal inflamed, evident by the small but sizable tent in the front, his… ‘Little Sprig’ prodding at the mucky innards. “Ahh…and I’m just as poopy without them, hehehe.” He said after yanking his tongue back in, his groping evolving into a light bouncing, the smushing sensations of his huge mess against his little rod eliciting another playful giggle from himself.

Cricket felt a familiar heat growing inside him as he watched this iconic pamper packing pink frog get turned on from his own poopy diaper, right in front of him. The Green boy’s breath became ragged as he began firmly fondling the front of his mushy diaper, stimulating his own tiny pecker as he rubbed and humped it against the warm, stinky, doughy filth confined in his diaper. “Nnmm…I wanna be as poopy as you one day, Spriggy. You can’t imagine how hot this all is to me right now.”

“Ooh, I can imagine, buddy.” Sprig said with a lustful smirk, starting to thrust and hump the mucky inside of his diaper as well, giggling and moaning all the while. “Heh, “Spriggy” and “Crickey”. All we’d need is Webby and we could be a stinky trio!”

Webby was flustered at such a notion, repulsed and yet…curious. Even just a little bit. The stinky trio, Webby, Spriggy, and Crickey. Dumping diapers every hour, on the hour. But her revolt in the moment was much louder, unwilling to give in to such a fantasy. “I hate this,” she thought to herself. She didn’t want to associate with these diaper deviants in any way, shape, or form; however, she herself was unable to escape the huge, heavy, brown, mushy, smelly prison snugly fit around her duckling bottom, which further proved that she was just like them, at least outwardly. 

And truth be told, whether she truly abhorred it or not, she couldn’t decide on it without second thoughts, no matter how much she reaffirmed the former to herself. “I hate this. I hate this. I hate it so much. I hate the smell, I hate the feeling, and I hate being in the same room as them. I hate it.” She thought it, and yet, …she didn’t feel it.

The farmers’ sons just kept up their horny playtime, thoroughly groping, smushing, grinding, and humping their huge poopy diapers against the theater room’s floor. How none of the loads of muddy mush contained were leaking out or blowing out was beyond all of them. But neither Cricket or Sprig minded, especially when the intense stinks wafted up to their nostrils, thrilling them even more. “Nnnghf…that sounds like a whole lotta fun!” Cricket said with an eager grin from ear to ear, enthralled in the fantasy of being a part of a trio of diaper lovers.

Sprig was excited by the thought as well, more than willing to bring the three of them together to make it happen. “Yeah! Spriggy, Crickey, and Webby - three puny, pretty, putrid pamper poopers,  taking on anything side by side! First Big City, then Amphibia, and then, my sweet stinky siblings, the WORLD!” He said with a childish, overdramatized bravado in his voice, which Webby couldn’t resist chuckling at, finally snapped out from her spiteful thoughts.

“Hahahaha…alright, as someone who has absolutely felt that same vigor for adventure, I can…kind of relate.” Webby said with a shrug and a soft smile, still somewhat enjoying the company of these two thrill-seeking boys. But she had to come back to the reality of the situation. “I just wish we didn’t have to include…this.”

Cricket and Sprig smiled back at her, hopeful that she’d be on board with their friendship plans, but they were a bit disappointed in her added statement. “I mean, we don’t have to be a poopy trio, but that’s what makes it fun! What point’s there in having AND wearin’ these diapers if we ain’t gonna use ‘em?!” Cricket retorted, defending Webby and Sprig’s mutual need for diapers, and his own yearning to wear and use them as well.

“Agh…” Webby groaned, her patience growing thinner by the moment.“…You make a very good point, but you won’t force me to enjoy…it.”

Sprig was a little dumbfounded by her being intentionally vague. “Um…“It”? You mean pooping yourse-”

“YES. THAT.” Webby quickly shot off, staring daggers into Sprig’s eyes, as if telepathically demanding that he shut up. And after a moment of uneasy silence, she brought her hands to her face in shame, sliding up into her feathery hair, combing and lightly tugging it with her fingers, feeling truly embarrassed. “Ohh…I am so sorry.” She apologized, finally coming clean about her awkwardness during their conversation. “It’s stupid, but…well, I just hate that word. The…“P, double O, P” word.” She added, blushing as she leaned a tad closer to them and spelled out the word in a whisper.

The uneasy silence from a moment ago was NOTHING compared to how quiet and awkward it felt after that. Only broken by the sound of Cricket snickering. “Hahahahaah…oh my goh-hoooshh! You hate “poop”?! WOOWWWW, hahhahahah..!” Cricket said in between his fits of laughter, absolutely floored by Webby hating the word “poop”.

Webby’s face was beet red from a fluster of humiliation and annoyance, as if her filling her diaper in front of the same diaper destroying frog she used to hate wasn’t embarrassing enough. “…Yes. I do.” She gave a sigh of defeat and admitted it. “I’ve hated it since I was a kid, and I still hate it now. I hate what it refers to, I hate how it’s such a weird sounding word, I hate that people look at me like I’M the weird one for hating it, and it’s a large half of the reason why I hate my Hyperdefecatia.”

Sprig was quick to sit beside her with a loud Squelch!, patiently hearing her out, and once she finished, he calmly spoke up. “Well, I definitely can’t speak for you, and I won’t promise that I can persuade you into liking it. But…maybe if you tried to forget the bad parts of your condition, and try, even for just a moment, to look for whatever good stuff you can find, that could probably help you feel better. At least until your family can find you a cure.” He said gently, consoling her as best as he could.
Webby was conflicted at how to feel about Sprig’s sudden care about her emotions, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t feel comforted by his assuring words right now. “Hmm…okay, fine. Dear Sprig, please convince me that this isn’t so bad.”

Sprig took a moment to ponder, trying to think up any positives to her condition. At least, positives that weren’t sexual. He didn’t want to share those yet. “Well…you don’t have to worry about potty breaks while you’re adventuring. Just “go” and go! And at least the stink doubles as repellant for any pests. …Except for flies.”

“Yeah… And triples as a tracking device for any enemies and dangers following us.” Webby rebutted, giving a very understandable counterpoint to Sprig’s claim.

And then Cricket decided to butt in with a rebuttal of his own. “AND they quadruple as repellant for those enemies! Once they catch up and try to get ya, none of ‘em will want to suffer through that stench! So the odds are indeed in your favor, milady.”

“...Huh.” Webby remarked as she struggled to argue against that point. Sure, it would be humiliating, but at least they have yet another reason to fear her. “...Alright, that’s true.”

Sprig nodded and gestured to Cricket, thanking him for that counter-counterpoint. “Yeah! Plus, don’t you feel a lot more special and cared for by your family now that you're…in some way…a baby again?”

The duck girl was taken aback by that, uncertain of how to perceive that statement. “Um…c-care to elaborate, please?” She politely asked, feeling a bit emotionally reeled in right now, wanting to further understand what he means before saying anything further.

Sprig wasn’t quite sure where to go from there. He knew what he was talking about, though he just couldn’t find the right words to convey it. “Uhh…well, I mean…you know how, um…” He stammered, suddenly feeling a bit nervous about explaining this part, not wanting to offend her or turn her away from this.

“I think I can help with this.” Cricket walked up to Webby, sitting beside her as well with a similarly repulsive Squish! from his big smelly poopy diaper, still confined within his overalls. “We all have to grow up, y’know? There’s literally no way to stop it. And the bigger we get, we gotta change and grow away from stuff, like kiddie shows and…well, diapers, of course.” Cricket started off, letting his perspective and understanding on the matter guide his words. “But if you ask me, that just plum sucks! Those diaper days of our youths are just way better. No chores, no worries, NO TOILET. Everything’s handled for you while you’re treated like royalty. If my family were as accepting as Sprig’s, I’d give anything to be the baby of the family.” He continued, his zest for embracing his wild, playfully rambunctious, childlike self, and his love for diapers driving him through his speech. “And diapers are just…aw, blort, they’re so cute! What other specifics do you need me to get into?! They’re so soft, so thick and poofy and crinkly, and they just cradle ALLLLL a’ your troubles.” He said as he slowly slumped down into laying on his back, like a deflating balloon guy at the front of a car dealership. During his lie down, he couldn’t resist touching the front of his dirty diaper again through his overalls, moaning and giggling again, much to Webby’s repulsion and slight fascination. “And I do mean ALL of your troubles. …Dependin’ on the brand you get.”

While Sprig listened on the side, fully agreeing with all of Cricket’s reasoning. Except for the “no responsibilities” part, but that’s not important for now. “Exactly! If you gotta use it, at least it looks cute.” Sprig said as he flaunted his hips a little while he was still sat down, accentuating his cute jean design Denim Dumper diaper, squishing audibly as the…much less adorable part was harder to gloss over.

Webby was getting just a little more convinced, but was still hesitant to jump on board. Understandably so. “Jean themed diapers do look pretty cool, I admit. But that’s not the diaper I wear around here.” She laid back and spread her legs to point to her diaper. Though it was huge, bulgy all over, and discolored to a muddy shade of brown, the design of the diaper could still be seen. It was a plain white with blue and pale yellow stripes going down the padding vertically. “Considering how seriously my family and I viewed this condition, we didn’t see a reason to get all flashy and cutesy with our diaper choices. So these are just generic, hospital brand diapers. Same purpose, same absurd capacity, but…ultimately boring.”

The boys were a bit stunned and aroused by Webby spreading her legs and showing off her large poopy diaper, even if not for the reason she intended. But they still listened, and Sprig commiserated. “Ah, yeah. Those are a bit of an eyesore. …But at least they get the job done, right?”

Webby shrugged and agreed. “Yeah, I guess so. But the fact that these can hold ten times more than this is just insane to me.” She said in disbelief, still dumbfounded by the fact that diapers like these can hold so much. And more so by the reality that she is fully capable of making messes that big and frequently.

Sprig laid down beside her as well, all three of them now lying down and relaxing on the floor in their big, full, smelly diapers. “At least it feels nice, doesn’t it? The heat, the weight, the texture - like you sat down, tush naked, in a puddle of warm mud on a rainy day.”

That description just made her tremble, half disgusted and half intrigued, as she never thought of it feeling that way before. Probably because she had no interest in focusing on how her messes felt. “Eh…I never felt it like that before.”

It was then that the frog boy made his move. “Then feel for yourself.” He said, giving her the nudge to touch her dirty diaper. “One hand on your groin, the other on your bottom. Just…touch, in any way that feels right.”

Her hands were idly sliding towards those areas until she took notice, thinking for a moment or two if she really wanted to do this. “...If it helps me relax more about this, …why not?” Her inner voice decided, and she gave a complying nod and reached her hands to the crotch and butt of her diaper, gently rubbing it at first. The firm, plastic sheened exterior was smooth, and she could feel the intense warmth radiating against her hands, even within the first second of contact. Her fingers lightly graced over the padding, the hotness settling through her palms, relaxing her - strangely.

Sprig ogled the sight before him with a strong curiosity, very hooked on helping this duck girl find her enjoyment of diapers. “How does it feel?”

Said duck girl wasn’t too enraptured from the simple petting she was doing, but not enough to stop it altogether. “It’s…very warm. The diaper itself is very smooth. …It’s kind of nice.” She replied, detailing how the diaper currently felt to her as she graced her hands all over it.

Patiently hearing her out, Sprig took notice that her diaper had a light, plastic outer coating to it. “Ahh, plastic backed diapers, huh? Those are pretty sleek.” He said before placing his own hand on his diaper and petting it, copying her touch and motions so he could compare. His diaper, a AllBabe brand Denim Dumper, had a more soft, thread woven fabric exterior, with a similar plastic just beneath it, and layers of poofy, absorbent, cushion-like padding for the interior. All of which were just a few of his favorite qualities about the diapers. “Mine are a lot softer, and more…like cotton or silk, I think.”
Cricket was quick to bring his hand to his full diaper and pet it the same way. He couldn’t help but bite his lip as he felt the incredibly soft outer padding, feeling quite soothed by the cottonesque fabric. “Mmm, he’s right!” He said with a soft moan as he kept petting it, soon evolving into groping and smushing his loaded diaper. “And just wait til you press further in. That’s when it REALLY feels good.”
Webby’s touch was gentle and light for a minute more, but soon she pushed her hand against the mushy padding, ever so delicately, resulting in a soft squish. Webby cringed, but couldn’t stop herself. That touch kept getting rougher and harder, the squishing lifting in volume, and soon, she could feel the hot pasty muck pushing up against her most delicate, most private area. And the moan it elicited from her was surprising. And outright adorable. “Ohh, myyy… W-What is that?” She asked, her breath hitching as she kept going, despite the shock of the first touch.

Cricket was just as pervy as Sprig, but Cricket was far quicker to ask what came next. “Ooh, you mean your lady peepee?!”

Webby and Sprig let out a simultaneous chuckle, amused by Cricket’s lack of true understanding about a girl’s anatomy. After a few nose winds, Sprig clarified. “No, no, she doesn’t have a penis. …Do you?” Webby fervidly shook her head while giggling. “Hehe, okay, then!” Sprig continued with another snicker. “He means your personal area. That…pair of lips between your legs.”

Even during this laughable, and teachable moment, neither of them stopped their kneading, still smushing their big poopy diapers with no sign of stopping.

But once Webby had a bit more understanding, she didn’t cease her touching. She kept going, clenching her fingers into a squeeze, mashing her palm up and down, the squelching just getting louder and wetter. Soon it evolved into her deliberately smushing and groping the huge load in her diaper, feeling stimulated from the mess pushing up against her vagina, unable to stop herself if she tried. “Ahh… f-feels…weird… b-b-but good.”

Cricket and Sprig just continued to fondle their own dirty diapers, mirroring her pace and motions, feeling all the mushy lumps of poop smush and squish against their little dicks, making them twitch and leak profusely. “Mmmff…y-you see why poopy diapers are so fun?” Sprig turned his head to her and spoke, panting into her ear, his ice cream scented frog breath softly blowing on her face.

She was a little too focused on all the stimulating handwork she was getting deeper into, panting more than him, her face red from all the conflicting emotions. She was appalled, mortified, grossed out beyond belief, aroused, excited, and all of the first three at the fact that she was actually aroused and excited from this. But she did give a hazy but quick nod, murmuring a “Uhhng… ah… u-uh huh.”

Cricket was getting rowdy too, but couldn’t resist the smile that grew on his face at just how elated he felt from getting to lay around in huge smelly messy diapers with two fellow diaper lovers. “Nnnghh, this is so fun! Ding dang, I love being a naughty baby, I love diapers sooo much! So soft… so poofy… so…p-poopy.” Cricket said fervently, getting addicted to sniffing the stinky atmosphere around the trio while he kept rubbing and bucking his hips against his full mushy diaper, his lust going into overdrive as he went off on a horny tangent. “Mmf…POOPY! D-Diapers all around me… sssoo much poo-poo..! Ohh, I don’t care if you hate it, Miss Webby, I’m just HOOKED on sayin’ it! Baby Crickey made big smewwy poopies in his diaper-MNF! Haah, just gets me riled up, makes my lil’ tallywacker shake and throb somethin’ WILD!”

Sprig felt himself getting hornier from hearing that as well, his groping and smushing his packed pamp. He wasn’t quite as deep into the babyish aspect of this fetish, but Cricket’s starting to make him feel like he’s really missing out on something. He started to slip into a similar behavior as well, letting his libido build to a fever pitch, basically taking control over his words as they babbled out. “Ohhhh… Spriggy wuvs makin’ poopy diapies wif Crickey an’ Webby!” He moaned out, going a bit more overboard with his babytalk compared to Cricket, giving a zealous SMUSH! to his diaper right up against his taint, making it tremble and spill pre-cum against his muddy mess inside.
Webby, meanwhile, took in every one of their babyish words. And in the moment, she actually felt aroused from it. She couldn’t stop what muttered out from her bill. “Ah… hah… sso squishy and warm… so…” A pause, silence resonated through the room, save for the symphony of squelching and mushing, and the boys waited intently, eagerly lending their ears to her.
“Ssoo…poopy…”
She said it. Even with that pause of hesitation, she couldn’t stop herself from saying it. And it felt so…freeing.
The farmers’ boys had such big, dopey grins on their faces, elated to their cores from hearing the magic word from the rich, prim and proper, formerly diaper denouncing duckling girl.
She kept her pretty white hands on the pelvis of her diaper, vigorously rubbing and smushing the thick mushy padding, squishing the heaping pile of sludgy hot smelly poop inside her diaper right up against her pussy, her eyes rolling back as she was swept up into a haze of jubilation that she could not escape from.

They all fell into the same haze, laid close and wriggling on their backs as they fervidly masturbated and humped through their huge loaded stinky poopy diapers, invigorated by the hot, heavy, squishy muck being smushed against their little privates, making them babble and moan babyishly, legs flailing, fidgeting, twitching from the ongoing, impassioned stimulation. Eternity passed by for all of them, time standing still as they deeply savored this moment and reveled in it. It felt like hours to them until they all felt a rising heated sensation in their loins, and in an instant, the three petite pervy pampered pals orgasmed at the same time, squirting into the fronts of their diapers making them feel even messier. It was completely new to Webby, but so natural to Cricket and Sprig, all three of them struck by a tidal wave of pleasure and ecstasy as their climax lasted for a few moments, until they soon lay still, breathless from such intense, rigorous passion.

A minute passed, panting and soft, woozy moans filling the room, until Webby was the first to lean up. Dead silent, struck with post-orgasm clarity as she realized what she had done: something so disgusting, vile, and beneath her. Let alone in the presence of other people. Other people who enjoy it, unlike her.
She was in the throes of a slight existential crisis until she felt Sprig’s frog hand wrap around her shoulder, as he was now sat up, leaning on her like they were the bestest of buddies. “Ohh hoh, oh my FROG, that was fun! I’m so glad you could enjoy it too, Webby.”
Enjoy? She didn’t enjoy that at all. …Well, maybe some part of her did. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have said the word she hates the most. But…to admit that she did felt so dreadful to her. And every muscle in her face expressed it. Her eyes bugged out, staring at the floor, her breath jagged as she inhaled and exhaled through her mouth to avoid smelling the noxious, septic-tank-exploded level of stink in this room, her body rocking back and forth ever so slightly, in rhythm with her breathing.
Sprig took notice, and slowly reeled his arm back, and was careful with his next words. “Well, um…I can see that that was a lot for you, ma’am.” He started, still sat in crisscross as he turned himself to his side to face her. “I don’t wanna force you to enjoy this. And I hope I didn’t do that to you at all. I just wanted to try to help you…branch out, I guess. …Y’know?” He continued, his delivery more stilted and awkward, as he did understand this anxious feeling that followed after doing…well, exactly this. 
The duck girl wanted to respond, but her bill remained hung open with the occasional twitch or contortion of her lips, only silence sounding out, like an empty record. With sparingly voiced notes of stuttering, oral breathing, and mouth noises in place of the soft, scratchy deadness of the needle tracing along the spinning, vacant vinyl. Only after a minute of quiet did music finally play. “I…um…I certainly feel less…strung up about it.” Her inflection was void of that excitement and giddiness Sprig read from her since the moment they met; although, he could tell that she was telling the truth.

During the exchange, Cricket was still on the floor, giggling and whimpering softly, still writhing around in his big loaded diaper, feeling the warm smelly mush squish between his thighs and all of his nooks and crannies, up against his bottom and his little taint. “Nngh… mmm… p-poopies…so stinky” He groaned to himself in a whisper. He could hear Webby and Sprig chattering, but he was way more focused on how much of a pervy little baby boy he was being, still rubbing his palm and fingers against the groin of his poopy diaper and enthusiastically huffing the overpowering stink. Until a glimpse at a distant wall mounted clock reminded him of the time.

2:36 PM. 24 minutes until the farmers and Scrooge return.
“Aw, beans, they’ll be back any minute now!” Cricket complained, his hand gesturing to the clock, catching the attention and realization of the other two.

Sprig was quick to hop back up into standing, despite the heavy weight between his legs stifling him. “Ah, you’re right! We gotta change outta these before our papas’ get back.” Sprig said as he reached his hand to his jacket pocket for something.

“W-Wait!”

The frog boy’s head cocked to the source of that holler.

…It was Webby, her unassertive hand timidly reaching a feeble distance, almost tempted to reel it back. Cricket and Sprig waited with bated breath, their eyes glaring into hers, as if trying to read her mind. And then, after moments of anticipation, she spoke up.
“We…we still have some time.”

The boys are ecstatic to hear such an open invitation from her. And how she hinted at her growing curiosity for what other fun could be had with these diapers.
An idea popped into Cricket’s noggin as he got on his knees and crawled to Sprig like a baby, his hefty, smelly dirty diaper drooping and swinging with every motion of his legs, while he stared up at the frog boy with pleading puppy eyes. “C-Could I…sniff your poopy diaper, Spriggy? …Pretty Please?”

An enticed, devilish grin spread from Sprig’s lips, and without saying a single word, he spun around and bared the backside of his bulky diaper to the boy, posing himself daintily, almost as if he were an adorable little ballerina, showing off her pretty, precious pink tutu.
Cricket basically started foaming at the mouth, drooling and frothing, and quick as a whistle, he stuffed his face into the butt of the messy diaper, his nose taking quick, powerful, deep sniffs, moaning softly as the stench filled his nostrils, reaching a high as he huffed continuously. “Ohh myyyy… nmff…” He moaned in pleasure, his words and cries muffled by the thick, mushy, bulging padding of the diaper, while his own hands went to work, firmly groping the front of his own dirty diaper and squishing it so much, feeling his Little Cricket stiffen up again, twitching inside against the mucky, poopy mess nestled inside.
Such eagerness brought quite the smile to Sprig’s face, looking back at Cricket as he was face deep in his full diaper, eyeing down at him with a domineering smirk, making the yellow boy blush. And then he took notice of Webby, who just kind of…stood there. Watching. Not saying anything positive or negative about the sight, but she was clearly mesmerized by it. That same smirk curled on his mouth again, as he asked “…Wanna join him?”
Webby snapped out of her trance, and it was her turn to blush, her cheeks glowing a more crimson shade. “Oh, n-no, I don’t…I don’t like the smell. …Much less when it’s THAT close to my nose.” She timidly but politely declined, as she, for the moment, wasn’t too keen on the noxious odor from both of their…well, all three of their big messy diapers.
Sprig felt let down, but shrugged it off. “Ah, yeah. It’s-mmf… Phbbbt. …It’s okay.” He said with a small grunt as he felt a big fart escape from him. It was dry and airy, but just as stinky as any wet one he had made today. And Cricket got a full whiff of it, moaning louder into the thick, bloated, squishy diaper, his eyes rolling back as that alone just doubled his horniness. And Sprig’s, too. “…I know how you can join in though, if you want.” He raised his hand and waved his fingers toward him in a “Come here” motion, gesturing her to come closer, but not to him. To get behind Cricket.
She approached him, and then proceeded to stand behind the two boys, and she was quite perplexed at the sight of Cricket fervidly sniffing Sprig’s loaded diaper as his face was smothered up against it. She didn’t know or anticipate what the frog boy’s next instruction was going to be, but she truly didn’t expect what he then commanded of her.
Sprig looked back with that same smug smile, staring into her eyes amorously, demandingly, as he softly spoke “Put your hands on his head. …Let’s keep him pinned.”
The girl was flabbergasted, taken aback, to say the least. The thought of treating Cricket like that, holding his head in place as it was shoved up against Sprig’s full diaper, basically bullying him… It was such a degenerate demand, even coming from Sprig. …Although, it certainly sounded like a better form of participation, compared to smelling it with Cricket. And it helped that Cricket vigorously nodded his head, seeming very agreeable with the proposal.

With a shrug of intrigue, she made her choice. “...Sure. That actually sounds pretty fun. Especially to watch.” She said as she eyed Cricket in his amusingly degrading state for longer than she intended. “Pinning a little diaper sniffing dork like him sounds a lot more fun than being one.”

“MMF…mm…” Cricket whined and blushed, and Webby almost apologized for the remark. But…he was rubbing the little tent at the front of his large mushy poopy diaper even more, faster and rougher, while he kept huffing and snorting Sprig’s filthy stink, like it was now his only way to breathe.

Webby was staggered at the boy’s reaction, unable to tear her gaze away from his depraved, perverted endeavors, fascinated by them now. “...Did he get…excited from me calling him that?” A glance between her and Sprig confirmed it, and the two grinned malicious sneers.

Suddenly, this became much more interesting to her.

She snidely gripped the boy’s head by his brown-blonde, groomed but hygienically unkempt hair, and with a sassy calf raise of the left leg, she boldly shoved, tenaciously pressing his face and nose firmer against the frog’s huge, acrid, crammed-full diaper. The cacophony of moaning and Squishing crescendoed copiously, accompanied by Sprig’s mischievous giggles and Webby’s despicable utterances, talking dirty to Cricket and teasing him quite ruthlessly.

“Goodness, you really love this stench, don’t you? You’re like a little piggy on your daddy’s farm. Phew, and you reek like one, too.” Webby whispered in his ear and then fanned the air in front of her face, her cruel, condescending cuts sending shivers down the boy’s spine, making him whimper and squirm against her hands and Sprig’s loaded diaper.

Sprig was in awe at her cruel lascivious whispers, feeling pretty turned on by them as well. Though he scoffed with a bemused smile, calling her out. “Hey, we stink too, princess!” He said with a chuckle, offering a wiggle of his hips, slightly shaking his heavy, demolished diaper to accentuate.

She was quick to retort. “Not NEARLY as much as he does! You shouldn’t be eating all those sweets, dear. That poor tummy couldn’t take it!” Webby said in a mockingly sweet, saccharine tone, almost like she were his mother, just to layer up on the taunting. It felt so alien to her, to be so teasing and mean to this boy. But given how she acted just minutes ago during that…exercise, engaging in something like this was much more exciting to her. Being kinky like them without being like them - too much like them, to be frank.
Cricket was in paradise in its purest form. They couldn’t see it, with his face stuffed against the big poopy diaper and all, but he was beaming from ear to ear, happy as could be. “Ohhh, Bingo BANGO! Spriggy’s gigantic poopy pamp is so packed and stinky and it’s right up at my nose! Ssnniffff …Nngh, it’s so hot and so GOOD! And Webby talkin’ to me like that’s really sexy - she almost sounds like my mama… Man oh man, this is turning up to be the best day of my LIFE!” His inner voice went haywire, on a joyride of horny ramblings as he deeply sniffed over and over again, smushing his diaper even harder, stroking it faster. He could feel Webby’s fingers grip tighter and Sprig’s diaper stop bouncing, but he didn’t care. As long as he was pushed up against it, huffing the vicious stink, he was MORE than satisfied. He kept groping and rubbing, his hands in a jerking, smushing frenzy, until he felt his tiny dick twitch and spasm as he spurted another load of his cum into his filthy manure sack of a diaper, crying out in pleasure as he took one more big whiff before falling into his back, moaning for all to hear.
And then a hand clasped his mouth, silencing his climactic cries. He looked up to see Webby, her eyes widened in distress. He remained in a haze of arousal, too distracted with his orgasm to notice what was happening, until a shaky whisper from Webby helped him sober up. “…They’re back!”
Scrooge, Hop Pop, and Bill Green were strolling through the foyer after a long two hours examining a wide span of land, soon to be a construction site, and discussing industry plans, employment, and machinery. “I can guarantee it, Mr. McDuck. Folks from Wartwood would be right happy to help with our project!” Hop Pop said with an affirming nod, before Bill chimed in. “And Big City, too! Especially the little guys in this line of business, much like our family.” Bill added. Scrooge smiled contently and nodded. “Ah, I have no doubt you’ll both come through, gentlemen! Anyways, we’ve had a rather long day, and you all best be finding your hotels before traffic gets worse.” He said to the farmers, leading them to the theater room where he was positive he heard commotion that sounded like his daughter, and a boy or two.
The trio stood still, their eyes locked at the floor outside the doorway, clenching up at the sight of faint shadows drawing closer. The boys held close to Webby, all deeply and frantically contemplating what to do now. Sprig and Webby would be fine, with no consequences faced. Cricket, however…
“Ohh, holy toot, I am in for the WORST comedown if my Papa sees me like this!” Cricket whispered to the three, terrified, shaking at his core. “W-What do I do, Webby?!” He asked, unable to think of an idea fast enough.
And then, for Webby, an ingenious idea came to mind. She lifted her skirt, and then handed him what felt like a gun. He glanced to his hand and saw…it was her grappling hook. She fastened the safety wrist strap to fit his smaller yellow hand tightly, and then aimed it up at a support beam on the ceiling. “Sneak into the foyer, up the stairs, to the right, then another right, and then enter the first door on the left. The guest bath has wipes and powder - scented!” She whispered quick as a whistle, wasting no time as she aimed his arm upwards, then pulled the trigger, launching the triple pronged hook up to the beam, and it latched on perfectly.

Once the grappling hook latched on, it was all a blur to Cricket. He was hoisted up by the lightning-fast retracting tether, almost pulling a muscle in his little arm as he was absolutely new to this, and he hung above the door frame as the father figures entered. Even with their backs turned, it was still a risk. But he had to take it now, or face shame and most likely punishment. So he delicately lowered himself, and then swung out the door, landing with a soft, rolling thud, with a squelch and squish of his big soiled diaper following suit. And he crawl-ran up the stairs, panting, becoming breathless as he tried to remember her directions. While often getting lost in his thoughts of that epic escape. All honesty, that getaway and this sneaking around felt like quite a rush to him, with his blood pumping and heart thumping in such a darn good way - a way he hadn’t felt in a long while.

The fathers were admittedly dumbfounded at the sight of Webby and Sprig in such huge dirty diapers. Bill, most of all. “Uhh…f-forgive me, Mr. McDuck, for any offense. But…well, I didn’t expect to find your granddaughter in such a state.” Bill said nasally as he kept his nose pinched shut to avoid inhaling the noxious stench.

“Daughter. And no, she has Hyperdefecatia. A hyper soiling disorder.” Scrooge responded, correcting both claims. But for Bill, it raised more questions than answers.

Hop Pop was intrigued, though. “Oh, you don’t say! My grandson has it too.” He said as he aimed his hand toward his grandson, Sprig. To which, the boy would step forward to Scrooge and state “That’s right!”, like such a disorder was so mundane to him. And it was, for reasons that the older men - all but Hop Pop - were unaware of.

The elder rich duck gave a look of surprise, with some curiosity behind it, before giving a solemn sigh as he knelt down to the amphibian boy. “Ohh, laddie. Such a blight can weigh heavily on ya. I pray that whatever relief you seek is soon to be in yer’ grasp.” He spoke softly, consolingly, shaking the young frog’s hand.

“Gee, thanks sir!” Sprig said with an elated smile, before looking at his Hop Pop in confusion. “...Is that a blessing, or…?”

For Cricket, it took a few wrong turns and some slight retracing of his steps and Webby’s words, but he made it to the guest bathroom. After a few deep breaths to calm his breathless self, he saw it: eucalyptus scented disposable wet wipes and Swohnson & Swohnson’s baby powder. He tiptoed into the bathtub, unclasped his overalls and tossed them aside, fumbled with the tapes, and then carefully stepped out of the smelly, catastrophic muddy pile that was confined within his used Denim Dumper diaper. Way bigger than any cow pie he ever saw on the farm. “...Good gravy, that all came outta ME.” He murmured to himself as he quickly pulled out a few wet wipes and went to work wiping himself, firmly rubbing off any mucky brown remnants.

In the theater room, conversations continued. Bill was tempted to ask Scrooge many questions about this “bowel blight” he never even heard of until today. “I’m just trying to understand, Mr. McDuck. How can someone even…produce that much?” He asked, his nostrils still pinched shut.

Scrooge replied rather quickly. “Stomach acid works faster than normal, digesting both the mass AND almost all the nutrients, which leads to bigger…well, I think you get it.” Scrooge said, such an answer now a reflex to him.
Bill and Hop Pop patiently listened, and for the most part, it was a sound explanation. “Wow…” Bill said in astonishment, bewildered by such a notion, but satiated for the time being.
“I was as shocked as you were, Mr. Green. But it’s true.” Hop Pop said, taking Sprig by the hand, his other hand pointing to his grandson’s giant, bloated, soiled diaper. The boy jumped into the conversation. “Yeah. It’s really hard, but it’s not much of a bother to me. I always try to look at the bright side of anything. In fact, I gave Hop Pop the idea to use my poop as fertilizer for the new crops.”
The entire room fell silent. The fathers were stricken with ghost white, horrified expressions painted upon their faces, as was Webby, whose cheeks were painted with a shade of green, looking as if she might projectile vomit.
Hop Pop looked incredulous, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “I told him no.” He said point blank.
The fathers and Webby breathed a heavy sigh, their disgust and fear melting away. “Ohh, thank Heavens.” Scrooge said
Cricket finished cleaning up with twelve wipes, and threw the stained, yucky cloths deep in the trash can. And then redressed into his overalls - the rear inside rubbed thoroughly with a eucalyptus scented wipe, just to be safe. He didn’t have his tighty whities with him, but he’d be wearing his overalls anyway. Now all that was left was to deal with…the diaper.
He delicately, slowly taped it up into a balled up shape, careful not to touch or spill any of the huge pool of warm smelly muck inside, sloshing around as he picked it up and carried it through the halls, careful to avoid Duckworth and Beakley’s line of sight. A floorboard would creak, and he would stumble back against a wall, stifling his breath, desperate to not be caught. It was nothing short of a miracle that he wasn’t caught, even with this stink ball he was carrying. But it was especially taxing to wander the mansion halls aimlessly, unable to find Webby’s room - where the nearest diaper pail was.
Scrooge, Bill, and Hop Pop politely exited the room, not wanting to linger around in the “gas chamber” for too long. So Webby and Sprig sat back on the couch, the TV still playing a marathon of Ottoman Empire. They lounge about, almost in boredom, both of them occasionally catching a whiff of their huge, stinky dirty diapers. For contrasting reasons. Sprig loves it, Webby…has mixed feelings.

“So, um…” Sprig muttered, finally breaking the icy atmosphere. “What we three did today was…pretty awesome, huh?”

She was quiet. The unsure kind of silence that you could never predict an answer from. “It…was definitely something.” Webby said with a slow nod, her face scrunching as she often sniffed her smelly diaper by accident.

“If you say so.” A smirk and a copycat nod made it obvious that Sprig wasn’t too convinced by that middling stance of hers. Plenty of signs pointed to how she truly felt, but to go off of just one, she was peculiarly sniffing her odorous diaper quite a lot for someone who seemed to hate it. What’s stopping her from mouth-breathing now?

Webby’s quiet was different after that. Anxious, defensive, bashful. With a relinquishing huff, she laid out what she could. “Okay… I’ll admit, I was surprised. You…were kind of fun today.” She said, with a softer, more sincere blush blooming on her face. “And I would not mind being friends with you and Cricket. …Diapers and all.”

He was turned around, facing her, his eyes trailing over her, staring at her cute petite, white, feathery body, before taking a much longer time ogling her giant, bulky, browned up, poopy diaper, which still looked almost the same as his, but hers was so inviting and enticing to him. Though, he perked up at her mention of diapers. “Oh? Well, hehehe, welcome to the club, Diaper Ducky.”
A chuckle escaped from her, before she added on. “Easy now, …fragrant froggy. I still don’t love diapers.” She snarked back at him, almost tempted to grab the front of her skirt and bashfully, futilely try to cover up her behemoth of a messy diaper, almost in the same manner as the dainty 1940’s dame, Marilyn Swanroe. “But…you have given me a lot to think about.”
Sprig couldn’t keep from smiling when he heard that, an aura of wishful thinking behind it. “Well, I’m not gonna make you like it. So I’ll take what I can get.” He said with a nod as he crossed his legs. …Or he tried to, at least. “Gosh, I can’t even close my legs with this big poopy mess between ‘em. Heh, not like I can when it’s clean, anyway.” He gave a snicker, snatching one out of her too.
“Haha, yeah. It’s tough enough walking in something so thick and puffy, but when all that extra weight fills it, it’s…yep.” She said with a meek laugh, which grew a tad awkward.

And then an idea sparked in Sprig’s head. “Ooh! I know!” He said in a sudden but welcoming peppy tone as he pulled out the spare Denim Dumper diaper from his jacket pocket, showing it to Webby. “You think those hospital diapers are thick? Little duckling, these’ll have you wadding a whole lot more.” He said with an eager grin and his pink arm outstretched, as he gifted the folded up jean diaper to her. “It was supposed to be my spare change, but…it’s yours, if you wanna try it out.”
Webby took the diaper, her thumbs gently brushing over the fabric woven exterior, her eyes popping open in surprise, her top teeth clutching her lower lip as she felt irresistibly amused by how soft and inviting the diaper felt to her. “Oh my… Um…th-thank you! I’ll definitely put this to good use, that’s for sure, hehe…” She said, quite mousy, with a gradually reddening glow on her cheeks, as she felt some oddly perverse excitement and dirty thoughts flooding her imagination.
Sprig could sense arousal when he saw and heard it. And he could tell that Webby was brimming with it. He smirked and promiscuously winked, but chose not to tease her verbally. “I’m sure you will! You’ll love how they feel inside, I promise you.” He said in a more innocent elation. He absolutely loved Denim Dumper diapers, and believed that anyone becoming fond of diapers should try one on at least once in their lifetime.

Meanwhile, Cricket lumbered his way to Webby’s bedroom, with his heavy, mushy, balled up poopy diaper in tow. He tippy toed inside, quick but gingerly, reaching the diaper pail beside the duck heiress’ personal changing station. The pail was already severely close to overflowing, so Cricket had to nimbly hoist one dirty diaper after the other out of the bucket, so he could discreetly hide his own. A challenge that proved to be taxing. Webby was 3 ‘1 and outmatched the height of Cricket, 1 ‘10. And her pail was 2ft tall, dwarfing Cricket by a couple mere inches. Add to that the fact that Webby’s dirty diapers could reach the boy’s size in height - a fact that, to Cricket, was startling. …And arousing. But, he was able to land each diaper into the pail, like shooting a basketball. It was rather easy after hyping himself up enough, and taking time with each shot. To practice his aim. …And to give each of her massive poopy diapers a sniff. And huff. …And hump.

He was awfully lucky he didn’t spurt a load into his overalls.

After his little escapade, he casually snuck back to the theater room, espionage style, ducking the sights of the fathers as he leaped inside with a tuck-n-roll, and reconvened with his new pals, sharing plenty more fits of giggles and high fives before the boys had to depart.

“Well, Miss Webby, …y’know any good fast food joints around here? I’d love a lunch date sometime.” Cricket kindly asked, blushing a bit as he could feel some odd tingles in his tummy when he was close to her. …Or perhaps it was hunger.

“Oh? Hmm…well, young Cricket and Sprig, there is a Funso’s Funzone out in the city.” Webby replied, proposing a lunch at Funso’s. “They have burgers, pizza, fries, pizza tacos, and a lot of fun games and rides!”

“Sounds like a good time!” Sprig said with a grin and nod, and Cricket nodded as well.

Soon, after a handshake and a knowing glance between the trio, Cricket and Sprig departed with their families to a hotel for the evening. The Lincoln Lark Complex, with decently sized two-bed one-bath rooms for a modest few bucks.

Hours passed by as the families were settled in for the night. The Plantars were cozy in their snug little room, Hop Pop finagling the TV remote as he tried to find something entertaining to watch. AND figure out the television in the process. Polly was just laid back on the bed, lazing about, stricken with boredom. The bathroom, meanwhile, was occupied by Sprig - had been for the last 15 minutes. The only telling auditory clue of his current activities being the bespattering, artificial rain noises of the shower.
“He’s taking an awful long time in there…” Hop Pop murmured, simultaneously curious and all-knowing of what he was up to in that room.
Inside, the bathroom was fogged up with sweltering steam as Sprig was inside the standing shower, going to town on himself. He was letting the shower head’s piping hot rain-like water drip and roll down his petite pink body, all the way down to his waist, seeping into his massive poopy diaper, causing it to swell and grow soggier and squishier as the hot, steamy water mingled with the huge, warm, stinky muck confined in his diaper. It became pure sludge, mud in its freshest form. And it smooshed up against his little privates so divinely. His hands groped and throttled at his little bulge through the padding, feeling the constant onslaught of the squishiest mush mashing up against his little cock, coating it in the atrociously brown waste. His jean diaper, once a vibrant, dark, Denim blue, was now discolored to an obscene degree, now a nasty brown hue. To make diapers as discolored as this one, Sprig would usually just wear all white diapers, as Denim Dumper diapers are much harder to discolor and stain, due to the dark blue shades of the padding. And the boy couldn’t recall a time when he discolored one of those diapers THIS much before.
“Ahh…sso squishy an’…p-poopy…” Sprig moaned to himself in pleasure while he zealously grinded his palms against the ginormous mushy diaper, his whines and groans drowned out by the sounds of shower water hitting the slick floor of the stall.
Outside, Polly and Hop Pop drummed up conversation between each other. “I still can’t believe he enjoys it that much.” She said with her cheek resting upon her stubby hand, still awestruck at how in love Sprig is with diapers and going to the bathroom in them.
Hop Pop was immediate with his response. “I can’t believe we enjoy it so much.”
That shade of red glowed from Polly’s cheeks again. “Well…I only thought it would be a nice way to save water. …And get some kicks outta watching my big brother trot around in diapers.” Polly said. In all truthfulness, she did have some desire to watch Sprig parade around in diapers and humiliate himself a little. “I just didn’t expect him to be OWNING it and getting fame for it - fame he enjoys!”

All it took was one stroll through town, pants off, diaper out. And then another, and another, until being seen in diapers in public became an impulse for him. He loved showing off his pamps, and all the attention he got - bad or good.

Such a sight was hard for Polly to take in, but one she couldn’t judge. “Another thing I didn’t expect? To get so excited by the smell…and by touching it with my face…”

The elder frog was leaned back on his pillow, giving a nod. He couldn’t deny his own feelings either.

Back to the shower, Sprig was on his knees, bent over, his rump in the air and his huge, soggy, mucky diaper just sloshing and squelching around as he vigorously fondled and smooshed his diaper with both hands, right up against his trembling, leaking little dicklet, huffing and moaning, his tongue hanging from his agape mouth, with not a thought in his brain except “diapers, diaper, DIAPERS, big, mushy, stinky, smelly, heavy, POOPY DIAPERS!”

A climax was inching closer and closer - an explosive one at that. His belly lurched with a loud rumble and a nagging cramp, some leftovers from his drive-thru restaurant dinner aching to be dumped out of him. The all-too familiar call from nature. It made a naughty smile curl on his lips.

With a slight bend of the knees, the dam broke quickly. A rather big heaping of logs of his poop spewing out of his rectum, cramming his diaper fuller. His tiny frog dick spasmed as he felt how much heavier, warmer, and squishier his diaper became, thanks to the newly added poop. He bucked his hips against the mounds of mush, another familiar feeling building inside him.

“G-Gosh…gonna…g-gonna cum!” He moaned to himself, louder than he intended. And with a firm, hard SQUISH from both of his hands upon his huge soggy mushy poopy diaper, he came, crying out in ecstasy and throwing his head back, his soaked hair splashing shower water onto the wall behind him. His little pink dick was coated in his own waste, spasming as it spurted out its load of jizz, barely mixing with his poop.

He collapsed to the shower floor, feeling the hot water slowly turn cold as he lay on his back, panting, squeezing his legs together and smushing the huge poopy diaper between his thighs, popping another boner, while he was smiling all the while.

In the Green’s room, the family lazed around the room, tired from a long day, watching a family action comedy flick on TV. Red and green lights softly beamed through the shades and cheap curtains, as they were situated right next to the hotel’s neon sign.

“Quite an excitin’ day, huh, family?” Cricket asked, his voice a little sleepy, his little hands gently rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes.

“Yep.” Bill said, his eyelids feeling heavy. “And it’ll be an exciting week. AND an exciting tomorrow! Scrooge invited us to…nope, I’m saving it as a surprise.”

“Ooh, mystery! I am certainly intrigued, Papa.” Tilly remarked, laying next to Bill, using his big belly as a pillow.

After a moment, a rather loud, bubbling gurgle sounded out. Cricket jolted up and clutched his tummy. “Ah! S-Sorry, family, gotta go!” He said while grunting and whining softly as he quickly hopped off the bed and shuffled to the restroom. But not before ripping a few smelly toots to permeate the room.

Bill woke up a little when he saw his son’s turmoil. “Again?! That’s the third time, Cricket!”

The boy furiously yanked at the snaps of his overalls, yanking them and his undies off, and sitting his big yellow butt down on the potty. And with that, he exploded, a torrent of sludgy poop gushing out from his rectum and splashing into the commode. “Oof! Oooh…” He groaned and winced as he felt it all rush out of him with no need to push, like diarrhea.

“Is somethin’ bothering your stomach, brother?” Tilly asked from outside the locked door. Nasally, as she pinched her nose - which does indeed exist upon her face - to refrain from smelling his gas.

“I-I’m fine, Tilly! Just…that dinner we had, not sittin’ right for me.” He fibbed, wiping his anus with a sixth sheet of TP, dealing with an infinite wiper. Just as he thought he’d cleaned and dried it all off, another burst of mushy poop sputtered out of him. The cherry on top was that his little yellow pecker was hard as a rock, trembling and pulsing during all of this.

He never recalled Magnesium giving aftershocks like this before.

If only he had a diaper right now. More than that, if only he were with Sprig and Webby again. Such a thought led him to start rubbing himself, his legs squirming as he stroked his tiny yellow dick and sniffed the air, resonant with his foul stench, but it just made him throb and leak more.

When he thought it would last forever, another burst of mushy poop splattered out of him and splashed into the toilet water. And with that, he spurted his little droplets of cum all over his hand and lap, his other hand quickly covering his mouth to silence his moans, whimpering into his hand, his brown smeared anus pulsing in pleasure, and with more to dump out. 

And yet, he was still hard.

Meanwhile, back at McDuck Manor, the family enjoyed a savory dinner together, and departed to their bedrooms for slumber. Webby laid in her bedsheets, wearing the Denim Dumper jean diaper that Sprig gave her. She had been wearing it since her last change, just after the families left, and she filled it quite a lot. It bulged out between her legs, reaching well past her knees, yet it still remained blue, though the inside was starkly brown and muddy.

Her hand was fidgeting, eager to explore. And she hesitantly let it wander beneath the sheets, slowly gliding over her belly, to the bulky warm padded groin of her huge loaded diaper. Mimicking her motions from earlier, she, much more firmly, squeezed and smushed the crotch, mashing it up against her dripping nethers. She twitched, and huffed, quick to bring her other hand to her bill to clasp it shut, silencing her moans as she proceeded. 

She kneaded and squished all the warm, mushy, smelly mess inside her diaper, other closing her thighs together to enhance the feeling. She even lifted her thighs against her sheets while her beak nestled close to a small opening, letting the sheets fall and waft a gust of her own stink directly into her face, making her moan and squirm.

Goodness, how could she be so turned on right now?

The natural part of her wanted to stop, but her newfound pervy feelings told her to keep going, letting go of her bill to at least pant through the sensations.

“Haah…ohhh…” She whispered to herself, straining to keep quiet. “Nngh…this is so gross…so mushy and hot-WARM…not hot, warm. So stink-SMELLY…” She was a girl with a disciplined vocabulary. And her limits, much like her buttons, have been pushed quite a lot today. 

“So…so…poopy.” Finally. Unprompted, in the safety of her bedroom, she said it. She felt pressured into saying it earlier, but this time? She said it on her accord. And Lark Almighty, did she feel good. “I-I’m such a naughty poopy girl.”

She sniffed, moaned, and wriggled in her bed, both of her hands now hard at work, kneading her huge dirty diaper like a blob of dough. She could feel it, that same feeling from earlier, approaching closer and closer like a bullet train, and a smile started to curl upon her bill. “Ah…so stinky…squishy…g-gonna cum in my big poopy diaper!” She softly whined to herself, and with that, she came in her huge, stinky, mushy, warm, doughy, heavy, poopy diaper. Her little white pussy squirted its girlcum all over the mucky loads cramped inside her jean diaper, her hands growing heavy and numb, idly touching her hot diaper, as she felt so relaxed.

Her body lay still, now drained of energy, so many horny feelings and thoughts rushing through her, but she was too tired to fulfill them all. But she knew that a much bigger, smellier, poopier diaper awaited her in the morning.

Before falling into a slumber, a thought entered her mind.

“I can’t wait to see them again.”

The End.