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Melody shook her head, chuckling at the cute boys question "No, of course I don't LIKE wet diapers, but I surely don't mind them. I'm not a boy, so I don't get as bad of rashes as you do. When things go... the other way... though, I have to act fast or I will get a really bad rash. I used to think I could hang around all day in a messy diaper, I didn't really mind it, but I learned the hard way when I got the WORSE rash ever. I dunno, diaper changes are long and boring"
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July pretended to make that face, the face that any foal made when they were doing such things. He giggled though, stopping "How much do you think I have in me? That was probably the most I filled a diaper in weeks. Your mom though... Celestia, she must of dumped a whole bottle of laxatives in there"
Then July started to think about it. Were the laxatives only in his dinner? Or did she accidentally put it in everyone's meal? Doe had that sudden blowout on the mat, he just loaded a diaper to it's absolute limit, and-
He turned suddenly, looking at Max.
The foal was just looking around, until his face twisted up as a loud gurgle was heard, and a few loud farts. He squatted down, his diaper not yet showing any signs of a actual mess. It seemed nature hadn't took it's course, but it was soon going to.
July sat down, sighing "Your mom... She has a lot coming. I would leave that one for her, she can't get mad at Max, he's only a baby"
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