Sydney struggled to suppress a snicker as he waddled over to a lone pup in the corner, currently sat on one of the playmats messing around with a few toy blocks. The folf walked with an obvious bulge underneath his overalls, clearly the sippy-cups of juice he’d guzzled down at lunch went through him rather quickly. He hadn’t meant to soak himself so much, he was actually trying to save it all until later. The folf had hatched a cruel plan, a way to get revenge on a troublesome cub who often teased and bullied him at the daycare. After learning about the fate that had befallen his friend Jeffy several weeks ago, Sydney immediately went on a search to find out where his mother kept those potions. It didn’t take long to find a couple, and it wasn’t hard to snuggle one into the daycare. He currently had it tucked behind his back in a seemingly innocent looking bottle, eyes set upon the bully in the corner.
His diaper was completely soaked, and as he sat down next to Audry, the blonde malamute, there was no question about it. An audible ‘squish’ had come from underneath him, so loud that it immediately caught the pup’s attention.

“Hehe, if it isn’t Sogpants-Syd!” she teased, sticking her tongue out as she stacked a few wooden blocks atop each other. Audry had recently progressed to pull-ups and made sure all the other cubs knew, especially Sydney. She revelled in the fact that so many other boys and girls her age still had little control over themselves, often using it as her main point of teasing. Sydney grumbled to himself and brought the bottle into view, discreetly showing off the strange elixir. It was, like the potion given to Jeffy, amber in colour and looked like no ordinary drink. “Whatcha’ got there?” Audry asked, eyes drifting to the bottle.

“This? Oh. It’s just something the grown-ups gave me for bein’ good! It’s really really yummy!” Syd exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear.
“Hrrm.. But I’ve been good too,” the pup whined, standing up and waddling over to the folf. “You’re still in gross, icky diapers! You dun’ deserve this!” she huffed, snatching it from Sydney’s paws. He feigned looking upset, even going as far as to make his bottom lip tremble a little. Audry fell for it and immediately pressed the bottle to her lips and started guzzling. The potion tasted sweet, like a milkshake, and was so smooth that she managed to gulp it all down in one go with little trouble. She popped the bottle out of her mouth and smacked her lips in satisfaction, grinning at the dismayed folf. “That was really yummy, thanks sogpants!”

She carelessly tossed the bottle down at Syd’s feet and strolled off back to her blocks, a content, warm feeling in her tummy. Sydney, meanwhile, just stared, waiting patiently for the chance to get his sweet revenge. Whilst he waited, he looked down at his own diaper, which was visible through the front of his denim overalls. He drummed his fingers against the taut, bloated pamper, listening to the audible squishing sounds and wondering what it must be like to actually be a diaper. He pondered what it was like to be soaked from front to back, to be filled with cub-poop and made to droop between two legs. He wondered how bad the smell must be, and even gave some thought as to what it would feel like when the wearer sat down.
A loud gurgle snapped him away from such thoughts, the malamute opposite him now squirming and clutching her tummy. Sydney couldn’t help himself any more and quickly started to grin from ear to ear.

“Syd… Syyyyydd… What did you do to that drink?” she whined, rocking forwards as a sudden jolt shot through her system. It wasn’t immense pain, more like a tingly wave coursing through her body. She didn’t release that it was merely the potion starting to take effect. The first sign was that Audry’s fur started to turn shiny and smooth, followed shortly by the malamute slowly shrinking. Sydney stood up and waddled over, quickly checking that no-one was watching. With the coast clear, he unbuckled his overalls and let the denim fall to the ground. Underneath he only wore a shirt, and so Audy was faced with the sight of the folf cub’s bloated, yellow diaper. The pup scrunched up her face in discomfort as another wave overcame her body - that had just been most of her insides breaking down into an absorbent polymer.

“It was a potion, silly! A really special one designed to teach meanies like you important lessons!” Sydney jeered, tapping his food.
“A p-potion?” Audry stuttered, her fingers currently fusing together and turning into adhesive tapes.
“Uh huh! A potion that’ll turn you into a DIAPER!” Sydney finally revealed, clapping his hands together with glee. The malamute didn’t want to believe it at first, shaking her head in disbelief, but that was when a loud crinkling filled her ears, and it wasn’t coming from Sydney. Audry looked down to see her own body rapidly flattening out, sides puffing up into tall leakguards. Her eyes went wide as her spinal-chord too turned to diaper-pulp, resulting in the diaper-pup suddenly falling backwards and flattening out straight.

Her head sunk into her shoulders, face quickly fusing with the soft, fluffy innards. Unlike before, where Jeffy’s face had been stretched across the back of the diaper, Audry’s face was on the inside, directly below the little hole where Sydney’s tail would thread through. Her face was now nothing more than a fun little cartoon graphic, displaying Audry with a rather pouty expression. This revelation made Sydney giggle, stepping over to look down at the crinkly pup with a wicked grin on his face.
“You can still hear me, can’t yoooou?” he called out, voice all sing-song due to his success. “You cannn. You’re gonna be my diaper, meaniebutt! Seems you like teasing me about wearing them, maybe you can learn for yourself why I need them so badly!” Those words rung in Audry’s plastic ears, the pup in a state of disbelief as she could do nothing but crinkle. She wanted nothing more than to yell out at Sydney and beg for his forgiveness, but her mouth had melted down into diaper-fluff. Strangely though, she could still taste, the flavour of baby-powder on her tongue.

Not only that, but she could smell and see everything too, which proved worrying as she could make out Sydney un-taping his diaper in the corner of her artificial eyes. It fell to the ground with weighty, wet little ‘plop’ and left Syd’s lower half completely naked. He wasted no time at all and quickly moved himself over to the diaper and squatted down. He’d only changed himself a few times, but he’d actually practiced just before coming over to Audry, so that he could tape her on properly and ensure that she got proper use. With the cub’s pee-soaked butt hovering just above her face, the diaper-malamute tried to snap herself out of what she’d decided was a nightmare. She was powerless, unable to even move as Sydney’s fluffy, white tushy got closer and closer..

“I’m gonna’ use you sooooo much! You might just be my biggest diaper yet, Audry! I’m gonna make you so full that even all duh’ daycare staff go ‘wow!’, I can’t waaaait..” Sydney giggled, suddenly bringing his musky bum down onto the diaper below. He wiggled it in place, um’ing and ah’ing as his buns rubbed all over the malamute’s face, filling her nose with the scent of soggy-diaper. She grimaced as a slight sogginess met what was essentially her ‘skin’, the folf’s rump still a little damp from his previous squishy nappy. Her face was completely smothered by it, unable to see anything beyond those white moons. It only got worse when Sydney began to tape her up, actually doing an impressive job of it too! He pulled the tapes around his hips nice and snug, a little snugger than normal because he anticipated a lot of droop within the coming hours.

With a pat to his crotch to test the feel of his new pamper, Sydney sat up and watched as the diaper bulged between his thighs. The extra tightness had meant that Audry fit even snugger, her face pressed so firmly against the folf’s posterior that if she had a nose it’d likely get wedged inside. Luckily, she was just a cartoon graphic on the back, but that was where her luck ended. Sydney soon stood up and waddled over to where her clothes had been left, which resulted in her entire body twisting. Her legs contorted and the pressure on her arms felt like she was climbing the monkey-bars in the daycare’s park, only it wasn’t a fun climbing frame at all, it was the backside of the cub she’d once teased relentlessly. Sydney quickly hid her clothes, tucking them inside a toy-box when he noticed the princess-pullups she’d been wearing.

“Oooooh.. Lookie-here! A soggy-spot in Audry’s big-girl pants! Haaah, you still can’t hooold it..” Sydney exclaimed, delighting in his revalation. In celebration, he stuck his diapered bum out and shook it around, making the malamute crinkly profusely and have her face rub against his tushy. He even allowed himself a few playful smacks, Audry able to feel the boy’s paw sink into her soft, crinkly exterior each time. She was even thicker than Sydney’s Jeffy-Diaper, given that she was a little bigger. The folf didn’t complain one bit - he loved the reassuring thickness between his legs that was a diaper, and the extra bulkiness just meant he could get away without a change for slightly longer.

Things were mostly uneventful for the rest of the day. Sydney happily waddled around the daycare with his diaper-butt out in the open for all to see. No-one paid him any mind, especially given that Audry’s face was tucked away on the inside. A few eyebrows were raised when the folf would purposely stop to bounce up and down on his crinkly rump at random intervals, or when he’d stop dead in his tracks, cheerily announce: “Gotta fart!” and then let one rip into his padding. After the seat puffed up he just kept on waddling, grinning to himself as his tail wagged. The folf made sure to eat plenty at lunch, even when his tummy visibly bloated a little and he was clearly full, he asked for more. After a large portion or three, he was taken down from his high-chair, given diaper-pats and had a large bottle of milk placed in his paws. It was a good day for Sydney, the folf probably didn’t stop smiling once!

Audry, meanwhile, was facing a different situation. The constant bouncing meant she rarely got a moment where Sydney’s cubby-chubby booty wasn’t smushing her face. The folf took no care in sitting down either, he just let himself flop backwards with a crinkly impact. Luckily, the extra snug tapes that the malamute diaper had meant that the active cub’s diaper didn’t impose on his playtime at all! The random farts weren’t great either, not often enough to be horrible, but frequent as to keep the smell fresh. Audry was so thick that the effluvium of boy-fart didn’t seem to leave the diaper either, the thick smell getting stuck for her to sniff all day. It lingered like a foreshadowing of what was to come. Syd had a reputation for being unable to keep his pants clean. Towards the end, all those rumbly pamper-poots had meant Sydney’s seat stayed perpetually warm and smelly - not a good thing at all considering Audry’s face was back there.

A brief respite came when it was time for all the cubs to go home. Sydney was forced back into his pants and given a brief diaper-check. The plastic back opened up, Audry able to feel herself get stretched and pulled away from the cub’s backside. A brief bit of fresh air filled the back along with the only light she’d seen in hours, before it all quickly vanished. Sydney’s bum was big enough that it completely covered the malamute’s face, meaning that anyone peering down the back couldn’t see Audry. No-one would save her from what the folf had planned, and as his tummy grumbled loudly above her, Sydney couldn’t wait to get home.

"Oooh, what a nice diaper you've got, Sydney!" a young girl exclaimed. Audry groaned; even the staff weren't helping!

The moment his mother walked him through the door he practically threw off his coat and marched himself up the stairs to his bedroom. Naturally, given his age climbing up the stairs was a bit of a task, each step being tall compared to him. He had to scale them, which put a lot of strain on his diaper as his legs stretched, forcing the crinkly garment to contort in all sorts of ways. A few times Sydney carelessly brought his rump crashing down, wedging Audry’s face between his cheeks and the carpet underneath. Finally, Syd climbed to the top and stood up, proud of his achievement. It would’ve been an elegant moment, what with him standing at the top with his hands on his hips, like some great explorer who’d just conquered a mountain. Unfortunately his butt had other plans. All that moving around had stirred his bowels, resulting in a muffled ‘frrrrpppppt’ bubbling out that puffed up his seat and filled Audry’s nose with the smell of what was to come. 

Without a moment to lose, Sydney scampered off into the privacy of his bedroom and closed the door. Now alone with his special diaper, the folf cub whipped off his pants and aimed his diaperbutt at the mirror.
“Wow, Audry! Look at yooou! You’re such a big, puffy diaper…” he teased, wagging his tail so much that it made his diaper rustle. “You’re big and crinkly - it’s no wonder you still pee your pants, looks like diapers are just apart of you.” If Audry could move she’d probably hit Sydney. She’d worked hard to get her big-girl pull-ups, for the folf to just tease her for them was infuriating. Although, she took a moment to wonder, if being teased felt this bad, maybe that’s why Sydney was doing this to her? She would’ve thought into it more when another gurgle filled her ears. 

“Oooh! Do you hear that, Princess Diaperbutt?” Sydney snickered, slowly bending his knees and squatting down. “My tummy is all rumbly-grumbly! Do ya’ know what that means?” Audry could easily guess, but Sydney said it anyway, just to rub it in more. “It’s POTTY TIME!” he declared, making things worse by grunting as loud as he possibly could. It was humiliating - there was absolutely nothing Audry could do but whimper in her own head as she was forced to listen to Sydney giggle and grunt with glee. All those times she’d teased him about wetting his pants, or dropping a load during story-time. It was all coming back to bite her on the butt. Unfortunately, she didn’t really have a butt anymore, only fabric for the folf to poop all over. That was all Audry was; a diaper for Sydney to use and abuse as he saw fit. 

Speaking of, he didn’t delay another moment. With one final, dramatic “Hnnnnnnggggg…” and a scrunched up face, Sydney quickly began to unload what he’d been holding in since yesterday’s breakfast. His pudgy white moons parted to allow for a landslide of mush, it crackling out with so much force that within seconds his seat was full. It flowed out of him like a giant brown snake, impacting Audry’s face with enough force to completely coat it brown. A horrible stench filled her nose, a combination of sour milk, beans and the pasta the daycare had fed them earlier, all with the smell of cub-poop mixed in. 

It was hardly quiet either. Along with the loud, wet crackling of the folf’s mudslide, a cacophony of messy, rumbly farts bubbled out too, splattering into the pancakey mess he’d made in his seat. His leg-gatherers quickly stretched to their limits, distending down like someone had just shoved a football in Sydney’s seat. The outer plastic stretched, and with it so did Audry’s face, buried under the weight of the cub’s evening dump and forced to take the entire brunt of it. There wasn’t a single part of the diaper’s insides that hadn’t been smeared brown. Sydney’s squidgy, fudge-like mess even spread to the top of his diaper, causing the little rim around his tail to droop and go brown, threatening to blow out as Audry was filled to her limits. 

Sydney’s load proliferated to such a degree that his muck even spread to the front, bubbling between his legs and causing the crotch of his diaper to sag. The hyper-absorbent polymers began to smudge a faint brown, tainting the exterior cutesy designs with a mere glimpse of the poopy-hell that sat within. Sydney’s grunts didn’t stop either, a constant reminder to Audry that every push Sydney gave was just to spite her, each crackly log that plopped out to join the steamy heap inside was forced out with her in mind. With Sydney squatting and his tail raised high, it wasn’t long until the malamute-pamper smushed against the floor, plastic strained to its very limits. Poor Audry, still wrapped snuggly around Sydney’s hips was simply so bloated with a heavy, squelching pile of the folf’s diaper-fudge that she could feel the floor press against the back of her head, consequently forcing her face a little deeper into the literal sea of brown oozing and festering between her diaper-form and Sydney’s gross, poopy backside. 

Finally, the folf finished his dump by squeezing out a final few poots, the gas bubbling through all the fudge and making Audry’s exterior ripple slightly. He’d just given the malamute a literal mud-bath, and the resulting smell was overwhelming. All she could see, smell and feel was the weight of Sydney’s load crushing her face, her body stuck to his hips with no choice but to hold that poop like the good little diaper she’d been forcefully made into. A miasmic cloud of stench oozed from her legguards, filling Sydney’s bedroom with the smell of soiled diaper, which was but a mere fraction of the olfactory assault the pup was forced to endure. With a giddy sigh of relief, Sydney let himself flop backwards, his favourite thing to do after just messing his diaper. He bit his lip and giggled, happily wiggling his muddy bottom from side to side as it slowly sunk down into his mountain of mush.

‘Sprrrch.’ ‘Blorrrccchh’ ‘Frrrblrrrch’.

A chorus of dirty noises came from underneath him as he smushed around in his mini bean-bag like Audry-diaper, staining the plastic brown as it stretched and creaked under the load. He drummed his fingers on the front, watching contently as it wobbled and squelched with each tap, being a malleable bag of poop strapped to his waist. As his huggies-fudge bubbled and splatted around the sides of his tush, filling every available gap in his padding, he couldn’t help but be amazed at just how well Audry was holding up. He even began to rock back and forwards, rubbing his mush-caked backside into the malamute’s face and forcing his diaper to bulge even more, bloating to its limits as he carelessly enjoyed the warm, mucky sensation of it. His entire mid-section was surrounded with a soft, cushiony warmth, the cub in sheer bliss as he bounced around in it. 

“Woooow, who would’ve thought that you’d make such a good diaper, Audry! Just look at you, you’re all brown and smelly, hehe! And you get to look at my bum-bum all day. Sucks to be you!” he teased, carefully standing himself up, diaper drooping down between his chubby thighs, the plastic distended and sullied a murky brown. “I hope you carry on being such a good diaper, because I’m gonna wear you allllll night!” Sydney exclaimed, gently smacking a paw into his tush and watching it wobble. Audry grimaced, the brown, soaked fabric that was her face suddenly being forced back into that bubbly mush, it crackling around her and splatting against her cheeks. The imprint of Sydney’s paw stayed in his seat for a few moments, his diaper so lumpy and full that it was slightly malleable. She even began to sway a little as Sydney happily wagged his tail, waddling over to his bed.

Audry heard a yawn come from above and knew she was going to be in for a long night. She wasn’t even sure if she could sleep as a diaper, and worse yet, she didn’t know what fate the morning would bring. Would Sydney turn her back? Could he even if he wanted? The unknowing part was the worst bit, and Sydney didn’t seem to want to give any answers. Instead, he happily flopped into bed and grabbed his covers, tucking them up tight. He lay on his back with his butt wiggling down until all his fudge oozed out the way, meaning that Audry was once again presented with the sight of his muddy buns. They smushed down onto her face and just stayed there, not a single word from Sydney as he slowly drifted off to sleep. 

Sydney had one of the best night’s sleep he’d had for a while, being so content in his full, mushy Audry-diaper that he slept all the way through till morning. His mother came in to check on her son, realised he was asleep and decided it best to leave him, despite the thick, heavy stench lingering in his bedroom denoting he urgently needed a change. Audry, meanwhile, didn’t get any sleep at all. Her diaper form didn’t allow it, and even if it did the stench filling her nostrils would’ve been too hard to ignore. That, and Sydney was quite a restless sleeper. Every little fidget had loud, gross squishing noises filling Audry’s ears, reminding her each time the folf moved exactly what was weighing down onto her face. Those weren’t the worst noises though - It was probably the fact that Sydney didn’t ever seem to stop farting throughout the night, his rumbly poots bubbling through his diaper like someone blowing water through a straw into a thick, chocolate milkshake. They kept the smell revoltingly fresh and gave Audry a constant reminder that she was at the mercy of Sydney and his smelly backside. 

Come morning Syd’s restless sleep had found him in a curious position. He was laying on his front with his knees tucked up into his chest, meaning that his backside was aimed directly up into the air. He’d been like this for a few hours, all the lumpy mush instead slowly plopping down and pooling into the bottom of his diaper, drooping between his legs. His eyes slowly flicked open and he grumbled drowsily to himself, gently lifting his head and looking around.
“Mmm.. A-Audry? Are you there? Heh, of course you are.. You’re not going anywhere..” he snickered. Audry realised that the long night had been good in one way - it meant she didn’t have to listen to the folf’s cruel, constant teasing! A gurgle sounded from Sydney’s tummy, which made the cub giggle with glee. “Oooh… Poopy time.. I always gotta’ go in the mornings!” the folf wiggled his bum, having it still stuck in the air. Audry could feel the top part go a little tense as Sydney’s tail slowly began to rise, the folf really wasting no time at all!

He grunted again, much like he had before, only this one was a lot more forceful. Being wrapped around his hips meant that she could feel his tummy tense up as he squeezed, forcing out yet another load to quickly join the rest of his squidgy, steamy mush inside Audry. It crackled out and formed a firm little bulge directly under his tail, that part of the diaper being a little more snug than the rest given that the majority of Sydney’s mush was between his legs. The lump got bigger, quickly expanding to the size of a tennis ball, the outside plastic turning lumpy as a result. On the inside, to Audry the large, squishy mound of cub-poop was forming on her forehead, pressing against it with a warmth that she couldn’t help but cringe at. With a few more pushes, grunts and a wet, bubbly ‘frrrblrrrch’ Sydney pushed out the rest of his morning crap, it mashing against his diaper-seat and forcing it to rapidly balloon outwards as it packed it full of brown paste.

His diaper was beyond stretched at this point, leakguards a dark, creamy brown and threatening to burst at any moment. From behind, anyone would think Sydney was smuggling a basketball or two in his pants, if it weren’t for the repugnant, thick odour and the fact that his entire diaper was smeared a filthy brown. It had the consistency of mashed potatoes, so it didn’t take much force for Sydney’s waste to completely saturate his backside. Visible lines of stink began to rise from his seat, tainting the air with only a tiny amount of what was bombarding Audry’s sensitive, plastic nose. Sydney’s mush had pounded against her, being pushed out so forcefully by Sydney that her entire face was once again coated. She could feel his squidgy logs crackle up to what used to be her feet, and her arms stretched and strained as she clung onto Sydney’s hips with all her artificial strength. Luckily, before she popped right off and became nothing but a mess in the folf’s bed, his mother entered the room.

“Phewwww, Sydney! You sure did make a stinky..” she teased, walking over to the bed and gently ruffling her son’s hair. “Good job we buy you good diapers, isn’t it?” Sydney nodded in agreement and happily wiggled his rump, causing it to sway like a weighty pendulum and splat between his chubby thighs. “We’d best get you all cleaned up. I don’t think we’ll be fitting that one in your pail, we’ll have to send it straight to the dump!” 
Audry, despite all the crackly, wet sounds filling her ears as Sydney’s poop pooled inside her, was able to hear what his mother had said. Dread gripped her, especially as the folf didn’t say a thing against it. She felt him get picked up, mostly because the centre of mass shifted and resulted in all the poop inside quickly mushing and plopping into a different position, subsequently ripening the smell and creating a horribly sloshy noise inside her. 

A hard surface appeared underneath her, pressing her face back into Sydney’s backside as she was placed on what she assumed to be the changing table. The sound of ripping tapes filled the air, before her legs were pulled down and away from Sydney’s crotch. His butt vanished, replaced only by the equally horrible sight of his defecate, before expert hands gripped her front and rolled it forwards. It was a strange sensation, not having a skeleton and being rolled up into a tidy little ball. Her hands were pulled around to her back and the tapes pressed firmly against her brown, lumpy outer-layer. Being balled up meant that her face was, for the last time, plunged into a sea of shimmering, steamy cub-poop. 

Nothing happened for a short while, Audry was simply left to sit on what she guessed to be the pail’s lid. She could feel parts of herself drooping over the sides of it, clearly she was too big for it - Sydney really had filled the malamute to the very brim! Giggles, tummy-raspberries and other cute noises filled her ears, Sydney’s mother clearly wiping him clean and diapering him back up. She heard a gentle kiss to the cheek followed by the cub happily crinkling off. All the noises she was hearing were all muffled by the thickness and sheer plumpness she had due to being packed full of cub-poop. A pair of hands quickly engulfed her, digits sinking into the brown, malleable plastic on the outside, followed quickly by an audible gag, the rustling of plastic, and Audry tumbling down into a plastic bag. The fact that even Sydney’s mother had gagged at just the sight of her was humiliating - she’d gone from a mostly toilet-trained, clean little girl, to a soiled, oozing diaper that reeked of poop and boy-farts.

Nothing happened for several hours, or so she thought, and the wait was horrible. Audry was left to just think and dwell in the mud-caked state Sydney and his mother had left her in. The smell started to turn sour and the squishy fudge inside her began to grow cold. An abhorrent, brown liquid soaked into her absorbent polymers, separating from the folf’s muck and making the malamute’s face go all puffy as she soaked it all in. It was a strange feeling, like the liquid was oozing underneath her skin, and the smell was coming from inside her nose. Eventually, someone picked her up and carried her off, the sticky dung inside her squelching around like a pot of thick, bubbling broth. Another flat surface appeared underneath her, only this one felt rubbery and firm. 

“I think that is possibly the fullest diaper I’ve ever seen.”
“Hippo, maybe?”
“Nah, I reckon it were’ a horse or something.”
“Who knows, either way, can we just get rid of the thing? It fuckin’ stinks.” A variety of gruff voices filled Audry’s ears, coming from different directions all around her. She didn’t have a clue where she was, and she didn’t even remember being transported very far. Unfortunately, the constant wet, bubbly noises filling her ears, and the weight of Sydney’s poop made it hard to notice that she was being moved, even as the trash-collector came by and picked her up off the sidewalk. Worse yet, the last thing she could’ve possibly expected was to be sitting on the conveyor belt of the local dump, headed straight for the incinerator. 

She sat, mixed in with all sorts of different pieces of garbage and trash, even a few other soiled diapers sat beside her. But she stood out, Audry easily being the fullest, smelliest one of them all. She didn’t stand out, though, as being an innocent girl who had befallen a terrible fate at the hands of a folf with a habit of packing diapers to their fullest. No-one had second thoughts as the motors whirred into action, and the conveyor belt shifted forwards, the malamute-diaper wobbling softly as it was slowly pulled closer and closer to the intense, amber flames ahead. No-one was coming to save her. It wasn't even quick; the red hot flames engufled her form and bombarded her with a nauseating heat. The thick, sludgy poop inside bubbled like hot chocolate, turning to steam and vapor whilst the plastic slowly melted, turning into a droopy, poopy mess. Eventually, the flames devoured the soiled diaper, leaving naught but ash.  

The last thing Audry knew was Sydney’s poop; the smell, the taste, the feel. The only consolation she had, was the fact that she’d been a very, very good diaper.