His eyes overwhelmed with prismatic bliss, you could tell, and smell, that he was completely gone. But as your tummy gave a lurch of its own, a muffled toot rumbling against your seat, you knew it was too late. Your diaper front rapidly warmed with a gushy soaking, signalling your impending collapse

It was pointless to struggle, your friend was proof of that as he gleefully pooped himself silly, already close to blowing out for all the time it had bought him, soaked in drool. You looked at the screen, hoping you wouldn't last long. And pathetically, you fell into a squat of your own, grunting.