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..." 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. Woah!" Chase shouted, wheezing slightly as he ambled over to her. "That was insane! Normally I’d only expect that kind of stuff from Marshall! You good?" He hopped over the bump and extended a helpful paw. She grunted and swatted it away, obviously capable of getting herself up.

Chase was no mind reader, and he didn’t know why Liberty was so fixated on them, but he he knew that her dripping pussy and rumbling stomach were NOT a good sign, and neither was his own... er, stomach, that was. He was annoyed and growing restless. The Shepherd thought his intestines were going to EXPLODE if he didn’t get his ass safely behind a bush in time, and he didn’t have the time for any of the wiener dog's usual shenanigans.Uh, come again?" Liberty asked, perking up her ears. "Standard protocol? Moving forward? Pfft, let’s forget all that crazy talk!" She bumped Chase's big butt with her's. "I don’t know about YOU, Chase, but I kinda wanna see what’s INSIDE of this thing first!" Chase stared down at the bag, a look of pure disbelief and confusion mixed on his snout. "Well, I don’t exactly know yet! I mean, I know dogs enjoy sniffing each other’s butts and all, but THIS is a whole new level!" He scratched his chin while thinking it over. "Well, I guess that the standard protocol in this situation would be to alert Ryder and the rest of the pups before moving forward." He said finally. 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.

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.

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The canine hesitated. She was either getting angry with him or she was just begging for some kind of compliment to her appearance. Liberty was very good at doing that. "Oh, Liberty. Don’t be such a drama queen!" Chase whined in response. "You’ll always look super attractive to me, even if you don’t have those same, er... "luscious curves" right now." He said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone as he tried to find the right description. When she only huffed in response, Chase decided it would be a good idea to change the subject. 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. 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. 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." 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.

Chase wasn’t in an eating mood at first and tried to explain this to Ryder, but being his leader's right hand pup, Ryder pretty much FORCED him to partake so that the other pups would see him become interested. It worked, and soon the pups had all piled up their plates with food and meat and veggies and then quite literally wolfing them down. Chase ate far more than he had expected. He remembered polishing off just ONE turkey leg and then everything else after that was a blur. Woah!" He growled, his nose twitching as the stinky scent festered. "I don’t know what’s in there, but it stinks like shit!"

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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!" Fine! I WILL!" Liberty said. She pivoted her chunky body to the side again and prepared to leap off of the seat, but she had to stop first. Her expression turned worried, she rubbed her bloated belly with both her paws. It let out a menacing gurgle and she let out a deep breath. "Ooh, Momma, that hurts..."