**CHARLIE'S POV**
We were both super mad at each other. Rosie hated me because I went potty in her. I hated Rosie because she kept nagging on me about the situation. After she reminded me that we had to deal with this for 24 hours, the entire surrounding area went quiet. Eventually, the silence was too much for me to bear. I just sighed, knelt down on my knees, and did the one thing that I knew would cheer me up: rubbing and smushing my mess around.
**ROSIE'S POV**
She began rubbing her mess around, starting slow and gaining speed overtime. It felt very strange, but in a strange way... I liked it. The weight of her poo became a lot lighter to me, and the way she was rubbing me, it was almost like she was rubbing my back. The more Charlie squished her mess, the more relaxed I was becoming with this free massage. "Hey... Charlie?" I asked. Charlie looked down at me. "C-Could you do it some more? I like being rubbed like that..."
**CHARLIE'S POV**
I was surprised. I didn't think Rosie would like me doing it, but if it made her happy... I just had to continue it. I resumed rubbing my mess around my butt, a lot faster this time. It felt so good and relaxing. Not only that, but I swear I heard Rosie purring. She must have been relaxed from this, too.
Eventually, I had to stop, since I didn't want to smear it around too much. I didn't want a bigger rash than I was going to get. Rosie sighed and murmured, "Love you, Charlie... Thanks..."
I smiled. "Love you, too."
**ROSIE'S POV**
The rest of the day was pretty good. I wouldn't call it normal, but I definitely enjoyed myself. Charlie and I watched movies together for a good portion of the 24 hours, mostly because I couldn't do anything else. Eventually, the sky started turning darker. "What time is it?" I asked my girlfriend.
"8:35..." she mumbled, very tired.
"8:35?! Only less than 14 hours to go! Woo-hoo!" I yelled.
Charlie mumbled, "I-If you don't mind, Rosie, I think I'm gonna get some sleep..." She rolled over so I was facing the sky.
"Alright," I said, yawning. I was suddenly getting tired too. "Good night, Charlie."
"Good night."
That night's sleep was pretty comfy, mostly since most of my diaper body was on top now. When I woke up again, I tried moving out of bed. "W-Why can't I- Oh yeah, diaper, right." I began to smell a terrible stench. "This mess really stinks..." I tried wiggling around to get Charlie's attention and wake her up.
**CHARLIE'S POV**
I was woken up by loud crinkling and a tingle down below. I looked down and saw Rosie trying to drag me out of bed. "Ugh, Rosie... What are you-" I began before being interrupted.
"Charlie! What time is it?" she frantically asked me.
I rolled over and looked at the clock. "10:03..."
Rosie gasped. "Only fifteen more minutes left of this curse! Come on, we've got to see Katrina and let her know we're going to be okay!" She drove forward, pulling me along.
"Whoa, Rosie! Slow down, I'm still in a pajama shirt..." I whined.
"No time to get dressed, silly! We gotta see her!" she yelled.
"H-Hang on! I need to-" I was cut off by a soft hissing noise. "Yeah, that..."
**ROSIE'S POV**
She had begun peeing in me. I was grossed out, yes, but after what happened the day before, this was much tamer. Besides, I was only going to be a filled diaper for a few more minutes. "Phew... sorry, Rosie..." Charlie apologized.
"It's fine," I said. "Just get to the van!"
Charlie ran over to her camper van and sat down in the driver's seat with a loud squish. I heard and felt her shuddering. She even reached down and scratched around her bottom a bit. It felt good to me, being scratched, but I knew the real reason for it was some kind of rash.
We got to Market Place with only 5 minutes to spare. Charlie bolted out of the van and sprinted towards Katrina's tent as I yelled, "Go, go, go! 5 minutes left!"
When we got to her tent, we saw Katrina in front of her table, changing her own diaper. "Oh... apologies, friends. I seem to have picked a bad time to-"
"It's fine, Katrina. We don't mind," Charlie told her.
Katrina continued wiping herself down and asked us, "So did you two work things out?"
I mumbled, "Sort of. But we've only got... 4 minutes until the curse wears off!"
"Excellent," Katrina sighed. She grabbed a new one of her black diapers and taped it on. Standing up, she remarked, "I see you've defecated as well." She pointed at me, more specifically, my back.
"Heh... Yeah, it's a pretty big stinky... and I did it really early, too," Charlie nervously chuckled.
"I've had to put up with her stink for hours. I'm so glad to finally get off of your waist," I told Charlie.