Sid slid on a nice, thick, adult Pamper. Evgeni and Phil watched him make a B.M. like no other. Sid tapped his diaper and pulled it down a tad.
crinkle*"Here it comes, boys!" Crosby squatted and grunted.
"Hnng! Unf! *Sharp exhale*""Mmm. Tasty, tasty dump!", he proclaimed.
A prolonged fart came along, abruptly interrupted by another long, thick log. You can't see it, but the poor diaper's suffering! HELP IT!!
"Woah. That's big!" Murray said, pointing to the lumpy, brown, struggling-to-keep-it-all-in diaper. He cupped his hand to the mess, to feel an unnecessarily warm lump.
"Eww. Feels weird and gross! Euck!"
Malkin,on the other hand, mashed up the diaper to Crosby's butt, and shuddered in lust as he watched the waste ooze out from the sides and onto the locker room floor.
smack!* *plop!*"Mm. I can smell what you ate, Sid.", He stuck his nose in some mess.
"*sniff* You really need to lay off them nachos, Sid. They really can hurt your gentle hole, what with the jalapenos and all."
"I eat what I want to eat, Geno!"
"If you say that's true, then I'll eat what I want to eat!"
"What would that be?"
"Your natural, fresh, warm, Crosby-Chocolate." He scooped up some poo that fell on the cement floor, and took a lick.
"Mmm. Tastes sweet. Are you sure you haven't eaten those nachos lately,because this doesn't taste spicy at all...yet."
"What is your problem, Geno?!", Murray objected. "Please, just stop!"
"Mmm.", Evgeni faced his crap-covered mouth to Matt. "I wonder what a goalie's poo tastes,like.", He snuck over to Matt, cornering him.
"Ah! Geno,you're scaring meee-no! Don't!"
Evgeni pulled on a thin, flexible latex glove.
"I've been saving this glove all my career for this. Originally, I wanted to use it on Fleury, but because he's gone, I guess it's just me and you. Now, take your clothes off, Matty."
Matt could not disobey his teammate, nor could he hide his embarrassment. Once he ws stripped of everything but his briefs, Malkin shook his head.
"No. Absolutely not. All of it."
Malkin was now facing a naked Matt Murray.
"I love that long dick of yours. But for now, I just need to clean you out."
"No, no, noooooo!"
Malkin cornered Murray to the point he had nowhere to go.He wet his gloved hand as his makeshift lube, and reached in Matt's tight, Canadian asshole. Matt jolted and exclaimed in shock.
"Mmm,feels like you really do need this cleaning! Good thing I'm here." Geno searched Matt some more.
"Gee, Matt! When was the last time you went?!"
Matt grunted out, "Tuesday." It was already Friday (3 days)!
Malkin pulled out a whole, warm, hardening log from Matt's ass and watched it fall onto the floor with a firm, muted thud.
"Wow, damnnnn, what a piece!" Malkin sniffed the waste log. It smelled like deep espresso, but then hinted to remnants of high end restaurant food.Some undigested corn, some vegetable seeds here and there.Malkin couldn't help but think that one could pack this much into his colon, let alone 3 days of it!
"Is there any more?"
Murray's hole opened once again, setting free a smaller, more nugget-like poop.
"Yuck. You done yet, Geno?"
"Let me see, hmm." Malkin searched Murray's anus one more time. "Yep, you're cleaned."
"Can we end this now?"
"Have you forgotten the whole idea about why I was doing this, Matty?"
Matt has a flashback to what Malkin said when he put the glove on.
I wonder what a goalie's poo tastes like...
Matt gulped down a hard lump in his throat. Of course Malkin wasn't done. He had to torture Murray even more.
"I've been waiting here for over 15 minutes with a shitty diaper! Don't you think I should change myself now!", Crosby objected.
"I have a better idea, Sid. You clean yourself up, and I'll share some Murray chocolate with you."
Crosby removed his messy diaper, scrubbed off his disgusting dried waste off his ass, and pulled on decent clothes so that all he was in was a pair of boxers.
"Here. You have the smallest one, I'll have the biggest one.", Malkin handed him the tiny bit of crap, and he began to lick the first, snake-like log. Crosby disagreed highly.
"No! Shouldn't I have the bigger one? I had to shit in a diaper that I didn't need to mess in the first place! I-oomph!"
Malkin shoved the piece of crap into Crosby's mouth. Sid chewed up the goalie-processed meal.
"How is it?"
"Mm. It smells like sewer gas, but tastes like a sweetened mud!"
"Mine tastes like a very flavorless chocolate."
In the distance:
"Euggh! What is that smell?!"
Their coach, Mike was about to come in.
"Quick! stuff it down your face!"
Sid shoved the log down Malkin's throat, gagging him. Sid tied up the garbage bag that had Sid's diaper and his glove in it, rinsed out their mouths so that the smell was gone, and took the garbage to the dumpster as soon as Mike came in.
"The garbage, that's what smelled. I just found out."
"Oh, Ok then."
When he got back, Crosby just told him that Mike had to come over to update the team on the new uniforms. He didn't say anything of the sort about their, "incident". Now, being that they were the only ones left, and that dilemma was solved, they decided to leave for the night, for there was gonna be an early practice tomorrow!