It's an easy choice, you think to yourself as you split the two sides of the capsule open and let the powdery grains of bowel-accelerating chemicals drop into the bowl beside you. After all, you're already struggling to contain all of your mess - it'd just be selfish to keep even more of it to yourself. Quickly, you lump a ladle-ful of stew on top of the powder, give it a quick stir, then fill the rest of the bowl to capacity. You fill your own bowl, too, making a quick mental note of which one you've sabotaged, then take them both into the dining room. You set your mom's bowl down at her seat with an award-winning innocent smile, then you both sit down - or, rather, your mom sits down while you struggle to heft your over-full diaper into position, then slowly sink into it as you drop yourself onto your seat. You blush and smile sheepishly over to your mom as your pants bulge out over the sides of your chair.
"That change really had to wait, huh?" she teases, giving you a look of joking disapproval as you finally settle in your seat.
"I just didn't wanna miss dinner!" you reply with a smile, sinking your spoon into your bowl and giving off your best impression of someone who's totally innocent of any laxative-related wrongdoing. Your mom seems convinced - or, at least, she has no reason to suspect anything, as she also makes a start on her food.
Dinner passes quietly and without incident, save for the occasional smirk you fail to hold back as you imagine the consequences of your little act of sabotage. Fortunately, you avoid any suspicion, and you excuse yourself politely once your bowl is empty. Your diaper sags back into its original position as you stand up, causing you to stumble ever-so-slightly - your stool is a little too soft to maintain the shape of the chair you were sat in, and your stretchy pants eagerly squeeze your over-packed padding back into a mostly spherical shape.
"Alright, Kel, go and hop in the shower. I'll take care of the old diaper for you once I'm finished with the dishes." You nod affirmatively and half-walk, half-waddle off towards the stairs as your mom takes both bowls into the kitchen - then, once she's out of sight, you double back as quietly as your diaper will permit, hoping that the rushing tap water will disguise your crinkling movements as you peek into the kitchen. Free of its capsule, the laxative should act a lot more rapidly then usual - and you've got front-row seating.
At first, nothing seems amiss. Your mom dutifully sponges one of the bowls clean, rinses it out under the tap, then sets it aside, working with years of experience on her side. As she picks up the second bowl, however, she visibly hesitates, hunching over slightly and causing the outline of her padding to impress itself against her skirt. You can tell she wants to hold her aching gut, but with both hands in the sink, you imagine she's reluctant to get her clothes wet. She crosses her legs slightly and tries to soldier on with the dishes, but her bowel control is no better than your own, and if she can already feel it coming, then it's too late to prevent. Sure enough, you hear a quiet sigh and her legs gently uncross, and the outline of her diaper against the back of her skirt visibly bulges, then grows out with a mighty crinkling noise.
She persists with cleaning the dishes as she fills her garments, apparently having accepted her predicament - then again, you remember, she's probably been in this situation thousands of times before. Finally, as her back-bulge seems to stop growing and sagging out, she stands up straight, mostly concealing it behind the folds of her skirt. After drying her hands, she gives her rear bulge a quick, affirmative squeeze, then another, longer one - she seems surprised at how large it is, but she certainly doesn't seem upset about it. In fact, you notice the faintest hint of a smirk and a fond blush creep up the side of her beak as she pulls up her padding's waistline. Her private feelings on situations like these are no secret to you - she tries to act 'professional' about her relationship with diapers around others, but this isn't the first time you've noticed her quietly enjoying filling them out.
Regardless, now that you're not the only messy one in the house, you have a few more options. Do you slyly offer your mom a change in order to delay removing your own full, comfy diaper, or do you use this opportunity to encourage her to indulge a little? Either way, you get to wear your warm, mushy cushion for a while longer, so it's something of a win/win.
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