Poop up the back baby: Baby Diaper Blowout Hacks Every Parent Should Know

Baby Diaper Blowout Hacks Every Parent Should Know

Baby diaper blowouts are every parent’s worst nightmare realized. Your baby has pooped and for one reason or another, the diaper has failed and the poop is no longer “just” in the diaper…it’s everywhere.

Like literally everywhere!

So we are going to take a moment here to talk about baby diaper blowouts, why they happen, how to deal with them, and best yet…how to prevent them!

What Is A Diaper Blowout?

So what exactly is a baby diaper blowout? A baby diaper blowout happens when your baby poops, but your diaper fails.

When the poop leaks out of the diaper around the legs, up the back, or up the front of your baby then you have just experienced a baby diaper blowout.

They aren’t fun, but they are a normal part of life with a baby. Fortunately, there are some steps that you can take to avoid a baby diaper blowout, so let’s talk about those next. 

What Causes A Baby Diaper Blowout? 

The most common cause of baby diaper blowouts are diapers that don’t fit just right.

You have probably noticed how baby diapers come in sizes, for example, size one diapers are for babies from 8 -14 pounds and size 2 diapers are for babies from 12 -18 pounds. If your baby weighs 12 pounds and you are experiencing diaper blowouts then it would be a good idea to move up to the next size. 

Another cause of baby diaper blowouts is putting the diaper on incorrectly. The tabs of the diaper need to be fastened snugly around the baby’s waist.

If you don’t fasten the diaper snugly enough then blowouts will occur. You should be able to slip one finger in between the diaper and the baby’s waist and one finger in between the baby’s legs and the cuff of the diaper. 

Diaper cuffs can also be a cause of baby diaper blowouts.

If your baby is having blowouts that leak out around the legs then you need to check the position of the leg cuffs when you put it on. The cuffs of the diaper need to be outside of the diaper and around your baby’s leg.

Again you should be able to slip one finger between the cuff and the leg to make sure that they aren’t too tight, but those cuffs are specially designed to help keep the contents of the diaper from leaking out.  

If you are putting the diapers on snugly, the cuffs are on the outside of the leg, they are the correct size, and you are still experiencing blowouts, then you may need to try a new brand.

All diapers are not created equally, and no one diaper brand works well for all babies. You may have to try several different brands before you find the brand that works the best for your baby.

Diapers don’t expire but you want to be sure you are not using one that is too old and that the elastic leg cuffs are in good condition.

Baby Diaper Blowout Hacks

Alright so here’s the good stuff. You want to know how to deal with baby diaper blowout. Trust me when I say you will get through this. You may even look back on this laugh. But when you’re actually in the moment, you want quick and easy hacks to fix this!

How do you deal with a baby diaper blowout? Carefully, very, very, carefully!

Cleaning The Baby and Disposing The Diaper

The first thing that you are going to need is wipes and a LOT of them! I talked about my favorites out of the best natural wipes for babies in this post.

You may also want a disposable plastic bag or two to contain the messy diaper and wipes.

Tip: You can get a better deal and get double or even triple the amount of disposable bags if you just pick them up from the pet aisle instead of the baby section of the store. They work just as well!

It is a VERY good idea to keep a few in your diaper bag in case a blowout happens away from home. 

Changing Baby’s Clothes Without A Mess

You will also need a change of clothes for the baby. If you are lucky enough to have dressed your baby in an “envelope” onesie (those with the two pieces of cloth crossed over each other at the shoulders) you can pull the onesie down over the baby’s body instead of over their head.

Hopefully, this will keep you from getting poop in your little one’s hair. 

Make sure that you have extra outfits in your diaper bag, and maybe even an extra shirt for yourself, blowouts can get very messy. 

If you are fortunate enough to be at home when your baby has a blowout, you may want to use the spray attachment from your sink or shower to gently rinse your baby off with warm water.

Saving Baby’s Clothes From The Diaper Blowout

After you get your baby cleaned up and freshly diapered take the soiled clothes and rinse them with warm water, spray the outfit with stain remover, and wash as usual.

If the clothing still has stains simply rewash the outfit and add some hydrogen peroxide to the load.

Just make sure that you don’t put the outfit into the dryer until the stains are gone or the heat of the dryer will set them permanently. Ask me how I know. If you like that outfit and want to keep it in good condition, try to treat the stains right away.

Dealing With Baby Diaper Blowouts At Night 

If it seems that most of your baby diaper blowouts are happening at night, is there a worse time for them?

You might want to consider trying an overnight diaper with more absorption abilities.

Here’s a great tip on how to prevent diaper blowouts from the back. Which, by the way, would not be fun when both of you are sleepy and just want rest.

If you are still having diaper blowout issues, or you can’t find an overnight diaper in the size you need (many companies overnight diapers are for size 4 and up) then add a cloth diaper cover to your baby at night.

Put on your disposable diaper as you normally would, and then add the cloth diaper cover, with no insert, over the top of it. The cloth diaper cover can help to contain any mess that escapes from the disposable diaper and can keep you from having to change the diaper, baby’s clothes, and sheets in the middle of the night. 

Baby Diaper Blowouts Are Inevitable

This is just one of those parenting rites of passage, sorry. The good news is that now you know all about baby diaper blowouts, how to deal with them, and how to prevent them.

Make sure that your baby’s diaper fits properly, that you are changing them often, and the ruffles are out around the legs, and just maybe you can avoid future baby diaper blowouts with your little one.

Do you have any other tips for new moms dealing with baby diaper blowouts? 

How to Reduce Baby Diaper Blowout and Leaks

Choose the Right Diaper Size

Size is a huge part of finding the right diaper fit for your baby. As you know, babies come in all different shapes and sizes. And just like clothing, diapers fit every baby differently. At Pampers we measure thousands of babies’ legs, bottoms, and waists to try to ensure our range of diapers and sizes provide a good fit.

Pampers diaper sizes are organized by weight, and since no two babies are the same shape you will notice some overlap between sizes. In most cases, yourbaby should be within the weight range for the size you are using. Check out the weight range for each size of Pampers Swaddlers, Cruisers, and Baby Dry.

Ensuring the Diaper Fits Well

When a diaper fits well, it should appear straight and equally proportioned on your baby. When you change your baby’s diaper you should also check:

• The waist is snug with the diaper just under the belly button.

• The leg cuffs wrap neatly around your baby’s legs and bottom. After putting on the diaper, run your fingers around these edges to make sure the cuffs are pulled out. Cuffs being tucked inside are a common cause of leakage.

• Stretch: The tapes should be fastened symmetrically on the colored waistband on the front of the diaper. Pampers diapers have flexible sides which adapt to the baby’s shape and movement and help you create a custom fit.

If your little one is still a newborn, you’ll need to be extra careful around the umbilical cord area until it heals completely. Check out this article about umbilical cord care for more on caring for your baby’s delicate skin as you change his diaper.

Why Do Diapers Leak?

A diaper that is too small can be prone to leaking because there isn’t enough absorbent material for the volume of pee. If your baby is reaching the upperend of the weight range for the diaper size she is currently wearing, it is probably time to move to the next size. Other signs that your baby’s diaper is too small:

• Diaper isn’t covering your baby’s bottom completely

• Red marks around the waist or thighs and signs of chafing, which may indicate the diaper is too tight

• Diaper is soaking through

Bigger diapers are capable of handling more waste as they have more absorbent material. However, diapers may also leak because they are too big. Make sure that the diaper fits snugly around the waist and thighs by running your fingers around the edges and checking that there are no gaps. If you prefer to have a diaper that is loose-fitting, you may experience leakage as urine and poop comes out through the gaps before it can be absorbed.

Avoid the Dreaded Diaper Blowout

It’s every mom’s worst fear — poop all over your new baby’s body, clothes, hair, and maybe on you. Blowouts tend to happen at the back of the diaper where it is hard to create a seal. In many cases blowouts happen because of the wrong size diaper or diapers that aren’t fully snug on the baby. It can be hard to ensure a good diaper fit when changing a wriggly baby! Diaper blowouts will happen, so always carry a spare change of clothes for your baby.

Once you get the hang of it, you’ll be changing diapers and avoiding leaks and blowouts with ease – even when you’re out and about. Just remember, when you head out with your little one, to have your diaper bag well stocked so you have everything you’ll need on hand. Follow these diaper bag checklists and you’ll be covered, whether you’re heading out on an errand, going on a day trip, or enjoying a few days away with your little one.

By the way, while you’re buying all these Pampers diapers and wipes, did you know you could be getting great rewards, like coupons and gifts, in return? Download the Pampers Rewards app and turn your diapers (and wipes!) into rewards.

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Lech covered the bell with his palm.

— Who? asked cautiously at the door.

— Klav, open it. – Lyokha leaned on the jambs, but his hands slid down, he poked his head against the door and swayed, maintaining his balance.

— The bastard got drunk… the first hour already… I won’t open it… Lord…

Klavin’s voice left.

– Yes, what are you, Klav. Lech took hold of the handle. – Well, I … well, Lyoshka … what are you.

They didn’t respond outside the door. nine0003

Lyokha recovered and slammed the bell.

– Clav! Well enough. What are you. Klav. What are you… open…

The door was silent.

– Open to whom you told! Lech banged his fist on the number. — Open! Do you hear?

Do you hear? Klavk!

– Open up! Do you hear!

– Listen! Klavka!

– Open up! Klavka!

– Listen! Klav!

– Klav! Klav! Klav!

His voice boomed through the porch.

Klava did not respond. nine0003

Lyokha called for a long time, intermittently.

Then he pounded on the door:

— Open it, bitch! Open! Open up you fucking dick!!

– I’m telling you! Open!

– Open up! Klavka! Don’t be stupid!

– Open up! Open up, fuck yours!

— Klavka! Open! Hear!

– Open up! I’ll kill you bitch!!

He moved away to run, but his legs stumbled on the steps and gave way. Lech flopped onto the step.

— Oh, fuck…

The next door opened a crack, a face flashed through the gap and disappeared. nine0003

Lyokha got up, staggering, wandered to the door and kicked it:

— Open it, I say!

– Open it, Klava!

— Open, I say!

– Listen! Open!

He kicked the door, barely keeping his balance.

Then he sat down on the rug:

— Open… you hear… well, Klav…

– Hear… you hear…

– Klav… open… … well, what are you. ..

— Klav… Klavka…

— Klav… open… open…. open, bitch!!! nine0003

He got up, dirtying his hands on the bleached jamb, walked away and rushed to the door.

– I’ll fucking kill you! I’ll kill you bitch! Opening-a-a-ay!!!

Klava opened an hour and a half later. Lyokha was sleeping, crouching in front of the door. Klava dragged him into a dark corridor, closed the door and, grabbing him under the armpits, dragged him into the room.

— Lord… got drunk again… Lord… oh, how… Lord… bastard… I have no strength…

I pulled off his dirty shoes and carried him into the corridor. She returned, threw Lekha out of her coat. The crumbling rubbish rang out. Klava rummaged through her coat, pulled out several crumpled pieces of paper, in the inside pocket she felt soft, wrapped in crisp cellophane:

— Oh my gosh… norm… gosh…

She put the norm on the table. She put the money away in the closet under a pile of laundry.

Lyokha muttered something and turned over.

Klava took off his mud-stained trousers, jacket, and shirt. She pulled her onto the bed, turned her over on her back, covered her with a blanket. She went up to Vovka, who was sleeping on the couch, and straightened the loose sheet. She yawned, took off her bathrobe and lay down next to her husband.

Lyokha woke up at six o’clock, got up, staggering, and made his way to the toilet. Having sloppily urinated, he turned on the faucet and pressed his dry lips to the stream. I drank for a long time. Then he stuck his head under the jet, snorted, and, dropping drops, went back. Sat down on the bed. Shake your head. nine0003

Klava rose:

— Lesh… are you? Hey, it’s normal there… you didn’t eat it yesterday…

— Norma?

– Yeah. It was in my pocket. In the coat. On the table there.

— What?

– Norm! Norm! Chevo! the wife hissed. “I didn’t eat Norma!”

— How did you not eat it?

– Yes! It’s on the table!

Lyokha got up and felt for a bag on the table.

– Fuck yours… but how… why didn’t I eat something…

– I got drunk, so I didn’t eat it. Chew come on – yes lie down! Get up at seven. nine0003

Lyokha dumbly turned the bag over in his hands. A lantern burning outside the window was crushed on the folds of cellophane.

Lyokha sat down on the bed, tore open the packet, and began to chew the ration.

– Who did you eat with? Clava asked. – With Fedka, what? AND?

— None of your business… — Lekha’s thin cheekbones moved sluggishly.

– Of course, not mine. And clean your filthy trousers, and shoes, and wait, if something happened …

— Okay. Shut up. Sleep.

Shut up yourself. Alcoholic…

Klava turned to the wall.

Lyokha finished chewing his ration and looked at his soiled hands. He got up and walked into the kitchen. He sucked from the muzzle of a teapot, wiped his hands on his shorts. He went to the window, looked at the sleeping houses. He scratched his chest.

In the opposite house on the sixth floor, a window flared up, next to it another.

Lekha brushed water drops from his forehead. He sniffed his hands.

Wiped them again on his shorts and went to fill up.

— And most importantly, don’t sniff. Chew and swallow quickly. Fyodor Ivanovich handed Kolya a spoon. Kolya took it, pushed the plate with the norm forward, and glanced sideways at Vera Sergeevna. nine0003

— Mom… you better do something, don’t look like that…

Vera Sergeevna got up from the table, smiled and went into the room.

Kolya bent over the norm.

Fyodor Ivanovich put his hand on his shoulder:

— Come on, come on, Kol. Be bolder, that’s the point. When I first ate, in general, in two sips of it – one, two. And that’s all. Were we like that at the time? It’s oil compared to ours. Let’s!

Kolya separated a pliable piece with a spoon, brought it to his mouth and leaned back, exhaled to the side:

– Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh . .. well, the smell …

– Don’t smell it, you weirdo man! Swallow quickly. She has an unusual taste, swallow it like medicine.

Kolya looked at the filled spoon with disgust:

— Damn it, why do you have to eat it?

— Kolka! What are you?! Well, let’s eat!

Kolya closed his eyes, opened his mouth and quickly put the spoon into it.

– Here! And swallow!

Kolya swallowed feverishly, grimaced, slapped his lips:

— What a disgusting thing…

— Kolka! Well shut up! Come on eat!

Kolya swallowed a new portion:

— Some strange taste…

— Not strange, but normal. Chew!

Kolya separated another piece, took it off the spoon with his lips, chewed it:

— It’s strange, but… when you eat, you don’t feel the smell…

— So I’m telling you what, head! Fyodor Ivanovich laughed. – Then you’ll get used to it, you won’t notice it at all.

Kolya began to wield the spoon more boldly.

Vera Sergeevna peeped in from the room, came in and, smiling, stood by the jamb:

— How are you?

Kolya smiled back at her:

— Here, Mom, I ate it.

– Well done.

Kolya finished his ration, threw the spoon into the plate and slapped his palms on the table:

— Godidze!

– The third group continues to draw, the second gets up and goes to the pots! Lyudmila Lvovna went up to the low tables where the children were sitting and clapped her hands. – One, two! Well, everyone together put down their pencils and stood up! One, two!

The children began to get up reluctantly. nine0003

— Hurry up! Masha, who am I talking to! You can still draw. Andrey! What is this! Get up, follow me! Don’t run! Go step by step.

Nineteen colorfully dressed girls and boys followed Ludmila Lvovna.

We went out into the corridor and began to climb the stairs to the second floor. Lyudmila Lvovna climbed first:

– Do not overtake each other. Go easy. No need to make noise.

Her voice was loud in the flight of stairs.

Stomping their feet, the children went upstairs. nine0003

On the second floor, rounding the ladders left by the painters, we passed through a freshly painted corridor. Near the door with a paint-splattered sign “NO ENTRY ALLOWED!” Lyudmila Lvovna stopped:

– Sort out in pairs. Keep quiet! Postnikov! How many times can you say! Get away from her!

The door opened, the nurse came out, wiping her hands with a rag.

— Well, how are you? Lyudmila Lvovna turned to her.

— Done, — the nanny smiled.

– Come in, don’t crowd. And in order – on the pots. nine0003

Children began to enter the room. It was not very large, with two curtained windows. Along the wall, twenty numbered white pots stood on a narrow wooden platform.

— What is this, the second one? the nurse asked, letting the children pass and touching their heads with her outstretched hand.

– Second. Lyudmila Lvovna entered and stood in front of the platform. – We sit down quietly, do not interfere with each other. Andrey! How many times to pull you up?

The children, having lowered their trousers, sat down on potties. nine0003

— What, not all of them? The nanny waved her rag at the empty pot.

– No Shatsky.

Lyudmila Lvovna leaned against the wall.

The nurse wringed the rag over the bucket and put it on the windowsill.

– Pants on the knees. We don’t go lower. Don’t push your neighbors! Sveta! Who does not poop, he will not draw!

— I don’t want to.

– And I, Lyudmil Lvovna.

– Sit down, sit down. Wanted. Don’t push who I tell! Who pooped, he gets up. nine0003

The children were silent. Some started groaning.

After a few minutes, the three got up, pulled up their pants and left the platform. Then the girl stood up, holding her skirt with her teeth, pulled on her panties.

— Whoever poops doesn’t make noise and goes down into the hall. Doesn’t make noise and doesn’t linger, Rubtsova!

The girl disappeared behind the door.

Several more children got up.

– So, Alekseev did not poop, he sits down again. – Lyudmila Lvovna came up and seated the smiling Alekseev. – Pashenko Natasha, do you still want to sit? Well, what is this baby, where does it fit? nine0003

Pashenko was shaking her head and putting on her tights.

– I can’t, Lyudmila Lvovna.

– Well, run, okay. Alekseev, don’t dangle your feet!

The nurse took away the bucket.

– Lyudmila Lvovna, and I just peed.

– Now poop.

– I can’t. I can’t pee or poop. I either pee or poop.

– Do not invent. Sit.

– I still won’t poop.

– Do your best.

Four stood up.

– Are you weakened? Lyudmila Lvovna looked into Fokine’s pot.

– Nope.

– What – no? There, diarrhea, completely liquid. Go. Hands should be washed before eating.

Fokin sorted out the tangled guides.

– Lord, I twisted something! The nanny came in to help him. There were six left on the pots.

— Well, how is it, Alekseev?

Alekseev silently fiddled with his underpants that had fallen to their knees.

One of the girls groaned loudly, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. nine0003

The shaven-headed boy let out a loud gas.

Lyudmila Lvovna smiled:

— Here, Alekseev, follow Kupchenko’s example!

The two girls stood up. Then a skinhead stood up, then another. Alekseev’s neighbor was pushing, his hands clasped in front of him.

Lyudmila Lvovna took out a watch from her dressing-gown pocket.

– The fastest group. The first – so she sits, sits … Gershkovich will burst into tears, as always … Is your tank ready?

— But what about.

The nanny opened the cabinet, pulled out a large aluminum tank with a red inscription:

KINDERGARTEN № 146
VNIIMIT
REGULATORY RAW MATERIALS

Alekseev’s neighbor stood up, with his pants dangling at the knees, hobbled off the platform.

– I’m all, Lyudmila Lvovna.

– Well, go.

Stretching out his hand, Alekseev was picking at the clasp of his sandal.

— What, is there one left? the nanny smiled, removing the lid from the tank.

– And he always sits to the last.

Lyudmila Lvovna yawned, went to the window:

— Alekseev, does your mother work in Vnukovo? nine0003

– She is an engineer.

— But in Vnukovo?

– I don’t know. She checks tickets.

— Well, that means in Vnukovo.

– I don’t know.

– You don’t know anything.

The nanny took a bucket and a lid out of the cupboard.

— Well, didn’t you poop, Alekseev?

– So I can’t pee and poop together.

— Then sit down.

The nanny, holding the contents of the pots with a lid, poured urine into a bucket, and dumped feces into a tank. nine0003

– Someone cheated. Lyudmila Lvovna looked into the empty pot. – Who was sitting here … Pokrevskaya, probably.

— You can’t look after everyone.

– Exactly. Alekseev! Do you see what’s bothering you? How long can you wait?

– But I don’t want to poop.

– You won’t draw today.

— I don’t even want to draw.

Lyudmila Lvovna stopped in front of him, sighed:

— Get up.

Alekseev stood up after having hardly peeled off his bottom from the pot. nine0003

Urine turned yellow in the pot.

– Go. It hurts to look at you. And don’t touch the pencils! You will water the flowers.

Alekseev picked up his pants, looking at the working nanny, began to button up.

The nurse threw the urine out of his pot into the bucket.

– I didn’t squeeze out anything, my dear.

Lyudmila Lvovna looked into the tank:

– Then in ten minutes I’ll bring the first one.

– Okay.

Alekseev looked at the tank from a distance and went out the door. nine0003

“What a charm,” Marina ran her hand over Vika’s chest, “it’s really worth it. Miracle.

Naked Vika was sitting on the couch, leaning against the wall, chewing an apple. Marina lay head down in her lap:

— You’re like a movie star.

– Movie cunt.

Vika laughed, her large breasts quivered.

— Seriously… look… at first smoothly, smoothly, and then once… and the nipple… lovely…

Marina’s hand slid over her chest, touched the nipple and began to crawl along the folds of her stomach. nine0003

— And the navel is lovely… neat… not like mine.

– Everyone has the same.

– Not true.

– Come on! Well, the muzzle, there, well, the chest is clear, but the navels are the same for everyone! Pour a little…

Marina got up, took a bottle from the table, poured it into a glass.

The blue night lamp made the wine look purple.

Marina took a sip and handed it to Vika:

— Drink.

Vika accepted the glass with both hands, drank slowly, grimaced:

– Portvin is portvin. Further we go, worse it becomes.

– Don’t like it?

— No. Shit, to be honest. Well, it’s my own fault. Chased cheap.

Vika shook an apple seed off her stomach. Marina moved to her, kissed the corner of her lips. Vika turned around. They embraced. They started kissing. Then they fell on the bed.

Marina was on top. Kissing Vika’s shoulders and chest, she began to crawl down, but Vika got up:

— Marink, listen, come on later… I won’t be able to leave. Don’t want something…

Marina put her hands on the couch and kissed Vika on the stomach.

– Your word is law, madam. Maybe we can have a coffee?

– Come on.

They got up and went to the kitchen. Marina drew the curtains, switched on the light. Vika sat down at the table, yawning, looked at the wood-trimmed ceiling.

– Pretty kitchenette.

— Do you like it?

– Yeah.

– This is the deceased husband.

— Is he dead?

– Crashed.

— How long ago?

– Six years ago. nine0003

— Did you feel good with him?

– In different ways.

— Was he affectionate?

— In bed?

– Yeah.

– No, what are you. Can men be kind? He was cheerful. Economic. But affectionate – never …

– That’s right. I tried one in the spring, and again the same thing. Just to shove. And then go to sleep.

Marina nodded knowingly and started making coffee.

Vika lightly slapped her on the bottom.

– And your ass is fine. White, hairless…

– You don’t like hairy ones?

— Who likes it? I risked sleeping with an Armenian woman alone, so I spat afterwards. You look so clean…

Vika quickly parted Marina’s buttocks and kissed first between them, then them:

— A sweet piece… buns…

Marina smiled, put the full Turk on the fire.

— Listen, Vika, did you know for sure that I was a lesbian in the trolley bus?

– Well, how exactly is it possible . .. it’s not written …

— But you feel something, don’t you? Some waves, fields…

— Of course. You looked so quickly – well, I thought.

— I gave off vibes. Waves of love.

– And then I came up with my chest, remember, I leaned on your hand. You held her by the handrail. I think if he removes it, then it’s an empty number.

– And I was shaking all over! I was terribly worried! Was I red?

– Not much. So pink and pretty. The skirt is checkered.

– And I liked you right away too. Tall, slender…

– And then there are fewer and fewer people. The final one, and there are four in the cabin. You, me, and two assholes. And you asked about two kopecks.

— Still, there is a God, right? It’s not an accident!

– The devil knows. Or maybe it’s a coincidence.

– No, this is natural. Lovers should be together.

The coffee began to boil, Marina quickly removed the cezve from the fire and poured it into cups.

— It’s really great when you’re with a new lover, isn’t it?

– Of course. New. Sweeter. I have one out there who lives occasionally – well, as if constant. But it’s still boring. We fight often. And before her, too, was one. Lariska. Seven years older than me. So we had a great fight with her. She has one thing on her mind – stick a candle to her and suck her clitoris. At the same time so that I say – what the hell am I then? Find a man, he will stick a dick instead of a candle. She was offended. But I’ll torture your ass today. nine0003

– And I’m your breast. Drink, my love.

They took the cups.

Marina moved the vase of jam:

— Take it.

— No, I love it so much.

Bending over cups.

Vika’s long hair crawled down from her shoulders. Holding them, she took a sip, and Marina took a sip from hers:

— Olya-la… arabica, aroma…

— What is this, a sort of this?

– Yeah. Bought at Kirovskaya.

— By weight?

– Yeah. nine0003

– Great. Smells strong.

– It hasn’t happened lately.

— Rarely?

– Yeah. Drink with candy.

I don’t like sweets.

– Well, as you wish. And I love.

Marina unwrapped the candy.

Vika blew on her coffee and raised her head:

— Marink, what is that hanging over the sink?

– Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah. Smiling, Marina put the candy in her mouth. – Guess.

Vika got up and went to the sink. Above it hung a structure of two small flasks covered with gauze. A metal ring gleamed on the neck of the lower one, a translucent tube stretched down from it. A cloudy brown liquid dripped from the tube into the sink. nine0003

– The devil knows. Vika brushed her hair back. – Some kind of fuck…

Marina got up, went up to her, hugged her:

– Baby, this apparatus was assembled by an academician. My grandpa. Not like you and me. So no wonder you don’t understand.

— Well, why do you need it?

— You didn’t study at institutes?

– Of course. What I didn’t see there.

— What is your job?

– I trade in juices.

— And I teach at Moscow State University.

— Fuck you! What are you, a professor? nine0003

— No. Senior Lecturer plus Junior Research Fellow.

— Fuck you! I got stuck!

“So…” Marina ran her coffee-scented lips over Vika’s swarthy shoulder. – This device is for processing the norm.

— Really?

Yes.

– Great…

– My grandfather made this. He was a chemist. Have you ever tried normal?

– Once I took a chance. I pinched off a piece from Zinka Lebedeva.

– That’s it, kitty. And I regularly. Twelve years old. But thanks to my brilliant grandfather, she no longer smells of anything. It’s clear? nine0003

– I see. Well done grandpa. And how long does she hang like that?

— Day. Soak the norm in the evening in such a cool soda solution, soften it so that it becomes gruel. And then to the machine. There chalk, hydrochloric acid and a little caustic soda. Here. In hot water for an hour, and then over the sink. And in a day it will sag, I disconnect the flasks, there is a glass mold inside, the same as the norm – square … molds – plop … – Marina ran her hand over Vika’s stomach, stroked her smoothly shaven pubis. – And you are welcome. The same norm. nine0003

— Isn’t it harmful after all these acids?

– No, what are you. They neutralize. Doesn’t smell of anything. Like clay.

— But then maybe it would be better to make something out of something?

– No, kitty. This is not it.

Pressing close to her, Marina stroked her genitals.

Why not?

– Because this is not the norm. It’s a fake. And for fakes with us … what a charm … like a shell opens … we don’t pardon for fakes. And here everything is normal. Normal…

They hugged. Kissing Marina, Vika pulled her hand:

— Let’s go, let’s go quickly.

— What do you finally want, kitty? Marina laughed mysteriously. — Let’s go…

Passing a dark corridor, they found themselves in a room.

Vika quickly lay down on the couch, put a pillow under her buttocks, but suddenly raised her head:

— Listen, Marink, but after the apparatus, it’s still shit, isn’t it? Is it true? Or does something else come up?

Marina carefully lay down on her with a jack:

– Yes, no. Of course, it remains shit. Here, no matter how you distill or filter, it doesn’t matter. You can’t get sour cream out of shit…

— That’s for sure.

Marina sank down on Vika, ran her hands over her mistress’s relaxed thighs, stroked her knees.

— But don’t worry about that, kitty. You don’t have to eat anyway.

Vika smiled in the dark and, after a short search, found with her lips in the genitals hanging over her face Marina’s swollen wet clitoris.

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