You go over to the supplies your mother left you, you find a bottle around the section of supplies titled "Feeding." You pick it up and it is labeled "Extreme laxatives, just in case you REALLY need to clean them out." It reads.
"Good enough," You shrug.
You carry the bottle, already filled with milk and mixed with extreme laxatives. You give it to Tommy, and he drinks it down instantly. A few minutes later he is clutching his stomach.
"Ow.... I gotta go really bad...." He groans.
"Its OK, just go," You comfort, "Would it be easier if you stood up?"
He shakes his head and stands up.
"Alright bro, just let go," You encourage, "You feel much better afterwards."
He turns around and grunts really hard. You see lumps fill rapidly in his diaper. His Diaper turns a stained brown color and grows 4x its regular size.
"There's... Still... More..." He says in between grunts.
That's when you remember that your mother told you once when you were little that when they go for more then 2 minutes you must grab the back of there diaper to see if theres anything going up.
"Hold on bro," You say.
You take your hand and place it gently on the back of his diaper. You can already feel a ton of lumps and the diaper is starting to sag. You can feel him messing. Lump after lump hitting the diaper, and the diaper starts expanding around your hand. By the time he is finishing up, the diaper has expanded around your hand and is going up your fore arm. You take your hand off and he is surprised that there is nothing to hold in up in the back anymore.
"Woah!!" He says. He falls backwards and you hear a bick splat.
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