Right in front of them the plush, that had been Lauren, grinned in the dark. An eerily cute grin adorned with those big buck teeth she was proud of. Her cheeks shone with a pink glow and white freckles. Her ears sagged as the strips of material they had no support, and her arms limply hung as she grabbed at her floppy little feet, and lifted her tail before her padded bottom started to balloon out. The sounds of stretching fabric, and muffled air escaping filled the room as her diaper filled ever more with cotton. Outside the hut Zoe and Thomas were freaking out at their friends apparent defilement of her pants. "Oh god is she messing herself!?" Thomas cried out looking in shock and awe as Zoe remained speechless. Zoe’s stomach turned and her paws shifted from shading her view to preventing her lunch from making an unexpected return at the sight of Laurens diaper splitting at the seams and spilling open with cotton wool.