Rosie came up beside me. "You good now?"
"Y... Yeah... I think I'm done..." I sighed.
"Alright, let's get out of here."
We began walking closer to the van. I opened the door and sprayed the air freshener all over, seeing as the plants and my messy padding would completely burn my nostrils. I was about to get into the passenger's seat until I noticed something odd. "Where's Rosie?" I thought. "She didn't follow me from behind?" I walked back out to see Rosie doubled over, clutching her stomach. "Rosie!" I yelled. I ran up to her. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Mmph... I... don't know..." she muttered. She could barely even get her words out. It didn't take long for me to realize what was going on: the missing laxatives were consumed by Rosie. She must have thought they were candy. I was about to ask about it, but before I could, she lost control. "Ah..!" she yelped. I heard a few farts and saw the back of her diaper quickly growing. I heard her mewing in pain as she uncontrollably filled her diaper. About a minute or two later, Rosie slowly stood back up, her legs wobbling. "Ooh..." she moaned. "Why... Why is my tummy so upset today...?"
I stood right next to her and asked, "There were three tablets on my kitchen counter... Did you by any chance eat them?"
"That chalky chocolate stuff? Y-Yeah..." She was getting very nervous.
"Rosie... those were laxative tablets..." I sighed. Rosie gasped, her eyes wide with fear. "I took one this morning, and I thought I might need them later... but I guess you took all three of them, and now..."
"Yeah..." Rosie said, a very depressed tone in her voice. "I'm just a failure feline, aren't I?" She sat down on the ground with a squish, her paws covering her face.
I sat down next to her, my own diaper squishing. "You're not a failure, Rosie. You just didn't know... It's okay..."
"No, I should have known they weren't candy from the packaging..." she cried.
"Well, it's my fault for leaving them out like that," I said. I grabbed her and turned her towards me. "You're my favorite cat in the world, Rosie. I never even thought we'd be this close, but here we are." I heard her purring as her cheeks grew redder than they normally were. We looked each other in the eyes and came close for a big kiss. It was such a magical moment, as if I was reliving our very first kiss all over again. I completely lost myself in Rosie that I didn't realize at first that I was peeing, too. I ignored it for the time being.
When we pulled back, Rosie happily said, "Me-ow, Charlie! I always love your kisses..." I smiled back. She stood back up and said, "Thanks for making me feel better..."
"No problem," I said, standing up, too.
"Let's get back to your campsite," Rosie said. "This mess is really smearing all over, bleugh..."
"You're not the only one with a really stinky diaper," I laughed.
We stepped back into Rosie's van, which was now plagued with the stench of our poop and a tiny hint of my "summer breeze" air freshener. We drove off for home, happy to be an unlikely female couple of diaper-loving stinkers.