Chase listened to her story and nodded. This girl definitely knows how to handle herself, he thought while scratching his chin. In fact, aside from the obvious sexual implications, listening to her talking about food almost made him start to feel hungry again. But then his gut suddenly rumbled fiercely and Chase grimaced in response. He'd briefly forgotten that whatever he ate right now probably wouldn’t stay down for long... and then he remembered why he had come outside in the first place!

Chase sighed and gripped his forehead with his paw. He was afraid of this. "Ooh, don't tell me. You want to..." He started, leaving the sentence hanging there for her to finish. Chase gripped on to the floppy lid and peeled it all the way off. The stinky smell wafted past his nostrils again and made his nose burn a little, but he put up with it long enough to see what was inside. And… Huh? Oh, SURE I’ll give you some help with that!" Chase agreed as he charged over and stood next to Liberty, motivated by the sight of her sexy butt. He proceeded to push the bag alongside of her, their squirming bellies and bloated bottoms occasionally bumping up against each other. "Wow, these really ARE heavy! It sure feels like Zuma bought a lot of them... like one for EACH of us!" He observed the weight of the bag while they pushed it onto the pavement and around to the tower entrance. "I’ll have to talk to Zuma about this afterwards, but for now I still need to poop REALLY bad, and I’m really looking to using some of these fresh pampers..." Well, uh... how DID you come across this big meal in the first place?" Chase questioned her. "If I recall correctly, we didn’t leave much food lying around inside the Ultimate Lookout Tower during our last visit, and I seriously doubt you could find anything edible lying around in a crummy, filthy alleyway, so..." Chase shrugged. "Meh. I don’t have a clue. That’s just how it’s always been all these years. Zuma seems to be perfectly okay with it, as far as I’m concerned. And none of us ever bothered asking Ryder about it. Whoever designed the blueprint for the tower probably just made it like that as a coincidence... either that, or even THEY didn’t really care about him that much." He added with a sad shake of his head.Speaking of getting things out of my system..." Liberty seethed. "Alright, that tears it! My intestines are on FIRE over here!" She waddled past Chase and onto the green grass, heading around the tower. "Come on! I really need to find a good spot so that I can fertilize me some GRASS!" She shouted over her shoulder.

Um..." Chase started, feeling a little nervous as Liberty started wandering out of the shade towards the bushes. "Are you really SURE about that, Liberty? I mean, I want to take a nice steamy shit just as badly as YOU do, but don’t you think that spot is a little... out in the open?" He looked up at the visible balcony and windows overlooking the whole yard. "You never know! Ryder might decide to look out the window and catch you in the act!" Heh heh. Yep..." Chase blushed and held onto his belly. "I guess my tummy is trying to tell me that I ate a little TOO much of that dinner, just like you! Except it feels like my bowels have a LOT less patience. I’ve gotta find a toilet, and ASAP!" Pfft, you’re telling me. It’s crazy HEAVY, all right!" Liberty scowled. She found renewed energy in her bones and began pushing the bag along once again, huffing and puffing as she felt the weight against her paws and listened to the angry rumbly in her tummy. "Well Chase, that’s what you get when you leave a pup behind like that. Now it looks like Zuma’s got his own perverted interests... and they’re about to become THIS gal's perverted interests!" She squinted at him in frustration, her tail dragging lifelessly along the grass behind her. "So, officer... would you mind giving me a little HELP here? Or do you NOT want to get in on all of this fun?" She smirked and wiggled her ass at the Shepherd, her butthole winking just behind her tail and looking like it was about to blow. Um… well..." Chase quietly mumbled, suddenly feeling very hot as he listened to the wiener dog's plan. He couldn’t deny it was pretty hot, and it would help keep the other pups from discovering his huge stinky mess. But it sounded a bit strange, and he STILL had his reservations. "I’m not so sure if that’s a good idea, Liberty. I mean, we can’t just TAKE these diapers without asking the person or pup who owns them! Call me crazy, but that sounds a lot like STEALING!" He spat. Hey, Liberty! Wait up!" He cried out as he chased after the female dog. "I’m coming with! You’re not the ONLY one who needs to go, you know!"It wasn’t like he’d WANTED to partake in eating all that food along with the other pups. He knew that Ryder always made the BEST Thanksgiving dinners for him and his team, but Chase wasn’t exactly interested in participating. The German Shepherd had felt unusually hungry when he woke up that morning and he had eaten two whole bowls full of kibble as a result, an accomplished that even left RUBBLE in awe! So he was already feeling pretty full by lunchtime, before Ryder suddenly emerged from the kitchen with a big Thanksgiving feast prepared for all six dogs. The German Shepherd frowned. Opening up a mysterious, stinky capsule all by themselves? He didn’t really know if he liked the sound of that, but Liberty, of course, didn’t seem to care. She raised her paw and let one surprisingly sharp claw shoot out, and then managed to dig it underneath the plastic top over the bag without hesitation.

The automatic front doors to the Lookout Tower slid open suddenly and robotically in the middle of the sunny afternoon, the beeping sound that the door sensors made being carried off into the autumn air by a strong gust of wind, along with some clumps of leaves that had been lying around on the pavement in front of the entrance mere moments prior. No sooner did the doors have a chance to open before a single puppy, a lone German Shepherd, came trotting out of the building. He would have said something else, but then his stomach made some bad noises all over again, as did Liberty’s. Both dogs winced at each other and gripped on to their gurgling bellies as they felt twinges of pain and uncomfortable shivers travelled up their spines. "Ugh... God! Settle DOWN in there, would ya?" Liberty moaned, gently slapping her upset stomach. She was trying to say it in a jokey manner, but the time for comedy had long passed and now she was started to get really frustrated. Chase’s demeanour changed in an instant. His playful frown became a genuine look of concern and he stepped closer. "Liberty? Are you okay? He asked her worriedly. Upon closer look, the wiener dog looked just as unwell as Chase was feeling. Well, as soon as those words left his mouth, it was too late. There was no word a dog liked to hear more than "buried". Liberty’s eyes widened and a grin flashed across her lips. "Did you say BURIED? Say no more, officer! This girl is ON IT!" She shouted, before whipping out her claws and diving forward. Thaaaaat's right. I’m gonna USE one of these bad boys!" Liberty declared while nudging bag with her snout and smiling devilishly. "Who needs some crummy old toilet when you have the fresh, enticing smell coming from THESE babies!"Diapers? DIAPERS?! Oh, HELL YEAH!" Liberty cried, happily clapping her paws together. She inspected the pile of dry pampers for a good long minute, before flaring up her nostrils and sniffing the single dirty one lying on top. "Mmmmm! Oh ho ho ho, YES! Now THAT'S the good stuff!" She exclaimed, waving her paws around her nose to let that wonderful stinky stench swirl around inside her nose. What could she say? Dogs liked poop, especially bitches like her. Is that LIBERTY? She’s coming to visit us NOW?" Chase said in complete disbelief, before cursing. "Oh, crap!" He grit his teeth and his bowels rumbled at his poor choice of wording. It stung, but not as much as his sneaky mission being blown. Wearing an uncharacteristically uncomfortable frown with his ears pinned against his head, Chase was doing his best to walk normally despite the circumstances that were keeping him from it. He was waddling a bit, in an almost goofy way, and instead of the beautiful noises of the outdoors, he was listening to the gurgling and churning noises that were coming from somewhere inside of his body. His stomach, coloured a dark yellow much like his paws and muzzle, was hurting a little and rumbling like crazy, clearly struggling to digest the large meal that Chase had just finished eating. And as tasty of a feast it had been, Chase was beginning to regret it while being forced to hear the upset sounds ringing through his now-stuffed belly. Heh. Yeah well, what can I say? I guess I’m just naturally talented at fingering." The Dachshund cleverly replied with a knowing wink. Before Chase could notice the obscene innuendo she had dropped, a loud POP! rang through the air around them, and the lid popped freely open a little. But nope. He opened one eye and they was still there. In fact, the driver had noticed Chase and she was now speeding on her small red scooter towards the edge of the pavement where he stood. It was then that Chase recognized the driver's familiar brown snout, causing him to groan out loud. It was Liberty!

She was cut off mid-sentence as she suddenly tripped over something. There was a big bump in the grass waiting right in front of Liberty’s paws that she didn’t see coming. She did a barrel roll in mid-air and ended up sprawled on her side, dazed and staring at the big mound she had tripped over. Both she and Chase we startled by it, they almost got the literal crap scared right out of them.

Alright? Pfft. Chase, I tripped over grass. I didn’t BREAK MY LEGS!" She exclaimed, wiggling her front paws in the air in front of her. "This girl is perfectly capable of walking off a few awkward stumbles here and there. Although I WOULD like to have a word with the idiot who somehow failed to mow that one specific part of the grass." The police puppy’s mouth hung open, a look of horror frozen on his face as stared at the contents of the bag. Several white and fluffy articles of padded clothing, much like the ones he had often seen the human babies in town wearing in the past. But the strangest part about it had to be the one sitting on top of the pile right underneath Chase's nose, stained with something brown and ugly that his dirty puppy mind recognized right away, although part of him wishes he didn’t. Wha- ugh! HEY!" Chase cried out as he was suddenly hit in the face with dirt and grass being dug up by the crazy wiener dog. Liberty was like most puppies, meaning she loved to dig like her very life depended on it. She dug far down into the earth in search of what was protruding from it, while Chase could only watch from a safe distance at her paws flying around while in complete awe.