Time for part two.

�…and now I don’t have any shorts,� Courtney finished.
�What are we going to do?� asked Tiffany.
�I don’t know. We don’t have enough money to buy another pair of shorts, and I’m sure as hell not going home like this,� Courtney said. �I doubt I even have shorts that will fit over something like this.�
�So they won’t come off, though?� asked Grace.
�Well, if you pulled hard enough, they probably would. But then I’d be naked.�

Courtney frowned as she heard a muffled noise. She wasn’t sure what it was; it sounded like somebody farted. She heard it again, clearer this time; a quieter scene in the movie allowed the sound to become more audible. Courtney watched as Tiffany, Grace, and Melody all looked down suddenly. She felt a familiar warmth begin to spread around her butt. She was pooping herself. No warning at all. She jumped up, and cried out. “What’s going on?� she exclaimed. Tiffany and Melody both got up as well. Pooping themselves wasn’t a nice sensation, as far as they were concerned. Tiffany and Melody ran toward the exact, undoubtedly heading for the bathrooms. Anyone washing their hands would give them a rude surprise, Courtney thought.

�Courtney?� said Grace.
�Yeah?� Courtney replied.
�This sucks.� Melanie smiled, pleased with the results. They were all fully under her control. She could make them complete babies at her very command. This was incredible! She remained in her seat as Courtney wheeled Grace out of the theatre, walking funny because of the load in her diaper. In the light that was cast across Courtney’s backside as she departed, Melanie could see a sizable bulge in her posterior. She smiled to herself, and turned back around to watch the rest of the movie. This was almost scary enough to make her pee her pants. She smirked at the thought, diverting her full attention to the remainder of the movie.

The girls stood behind the theatre, in the wet grass. They were all wet and messy now, with no plan as to what to do next. “What time is it?� Courtney asked.
�Two thirty,� mumbled Tiffany. She was playing with her diapers, trying to shift the awful mess in them away from her skin to a more comfortable position. She wasn’t having any luck.
�We don’t really have any choice; we’ve got to try and finish this list,� said Grace.
�As horrible and compromising as that may sound,� said Melody, “that seems to be our only choice.�

The group frowned, and everyone looked at each other. Courtney’s diapers were in full view, sagging and discoloured by what was inside. Tiffany’s leotard was bugling in the back. Grace’s diapers seemed unchanged, due to her wearing so many. Melody’s diapers were veiled slightly by the cheerleading skirt she wore, but every step she took flashed her stained butt to all who were looking. “It’s now or never,� said Courtney, taking the lead. The group moved toward the front of the theatre, and the adjacent parking lot. Melanie was standing in front of the theatre, waiting for them. One hand was in her pocket, and her other arm was holding a package of adult diapers.

�Hey crew!� she greeted. Courtney heard a muffled fart from behind her again. She wheeled around, and reddened again considerably as she began to involuntarily move her bowels. She turned back around, still pooping herself, to face Melanie. She could tell by the looks on the others faces that they were filling their diapers up too.
�Brought something’ for you sport,� Melanie said, tossing the diapers to Courtney. People were starting to stop and stare at the group of girls.

Courtney caught the package, and looked down at what she had been given. “Oops I Crapped My Pants?� Courtney read out loud. The crowd around them laughed.
�Oh, yeah. I mean, it looked like you could use a little help there. You look like you did crap your pants, huh?� Melanie pressed the trigger in her pocket again.
�Oops!� she said, watching the girls ‘crap their pants’ in front of the gathered crowd. She laughed manically, pressing the button over and over again. She realized she shouldn’t waste all of her control now; they could only poop so much without having to eat again. “Well, anyways. Smell you later!� said Melanie, walking toward her Camaro.