Messy96

Why thank you for your encouraging words, I deeply appreciate it. One thing I notice with many stories on the net was the lack of detail to the actual messing itself. Which is something I wanted to severely correct with my stories, giving you vivid imagery in your head as you read, as all great stories do. Your critique is also highly appreciated. Looking back after looking up the phrase 'shifting tense,' I do realize I'm guilty of doing that and see how it can be a negative. Though I would love if you could elaborate on how my writing is fast and loose, I'm curious and knowing these things will help me hopefully improve as I make more. Again thank you for the support and critique. Feel free to do the same for my other stories as well. The more outside perspective I get whether positive or negative helps me a ton. 🙂👍

This Party’s A Dump! A story request for Asperman1 “Hey! I told you kids to get lost!” Jasmine turned her head toward the direction of all the yelling. Seeing a pair of security guards stopping three college delinquents from trespassing the property. “Hey fuck you asshole! Do we look like children?!” One of the youngsters yelled back as he ran away with his friends in tow. There’s always punks trying to sneak into celebrity events for whatever reason, usually troublesome college dropouts. Such as the case for the high brow pool party that Jasmine and her film director husband Rick were invited to. Of course it wasn’t a typical pool party. This party carried a honorary maternity theme for fashion stars and divas much like herself, as Jasmine was pregnant with twins. “Watch your step hun,” Rick told her, supporting her up the stairs leading into the mansion hosting said gathering. Jasmine climbed carefully to not harm her beloved twins in her and managed well thanks to her husband. “Thank you sweetie,” Jasmine told Rick. “My pleasure as always, shall we?” Rick motioned toward the front door. Jasmine nodded and the two entered. The mansion wasn’t worth noting in either of their minds as they walked to the other end, just another typical fancy mansion owned by people of high society. In short, expensive but luxurious. Luckily the party would be outside in the large backyard and pool out in the grace of the sun, with a nearby forest to provide needed shade. There were the usual set pieces of a party strewn across the yard. Tables and chairs with silverware and the like, music playing from the patio. It was very pristine. The two were immediately greeted by fellow colleagues and fashion stars, many pregnant themselves but not all. Jasmine has been to many parties like this in the past but this time felt different, due to her special cargo and the theme. Although her twins weren’t the only reason her stomach was extended. The festivity started with an Introductory speech by the host of the party, Ms. Howard of the Hollywood administration, thanking the attendees for coming and honoring the joys of maternity. Jasmine can tell from the passion in her voice that she is someone who has a natural born caretaker like personality. Very warm and welcoming. Sadly she couldn’t focus as stomach cramps attack her mercilessly during the presentation, caused by something deep within her digestive tract. Jasmine had been into the obscure panty poop fetish and wanted to have an ‘accident’ for the past few days, preparing by using her food cravings to make a huge load. However this plan backfired as it unintentionally constipated her. This means that by the time of the current party, an extraordinary amount of waste has been stuck inside her gathering mass. logs and logs of poop were collecting itself with little remaining patience. It had gotten to the point of even blocking up her whole bladder, engorging on hot piss with nowhere to release said piss. This excessive waste have been enlarging both her bowels and her bladder to an absurd degree for days, shown off externally by Jasmine’s extended belly. Now it was becoming uncomfortable being bloated for this long. Made worse by Jasmine’s pregnancy, normally her twins would influence her bodily functions to act more aggressively and make her use the bathroom more frequently. This and her unfortunate constipation have not mixed well at all for these past few days, though the cramps have mercilessly been minimal. Jasmine even contemplated the possibility that she might end up having a full blown accident right here at the party. but at this point she didn't care now, she would do anything to be free from the excessive guttural cramping. Regardless, both Jasmine and Rick did their best to enjoy the party, and converse with many famous personalities. People held their conversations to the usual topics and occasional gossip. While the attendees were mostly fashion stars, quite a few Hollywood and internet types were also present. Although strangely enough, there were many maintenance people here too. They were under the host’s employ and were just minding themselves, why? Jasmine couldn’t fathom their presence. As the party carried on, Jasmine could feel her bloated innards' contents slosh inside. It was an strange experience that was sadly not worth the bloating. While Rick would talk to actors and actresses that he worked with before, Jasmine contented herself with her fellow fashion models. The maternity theme worked in Jasmine’s favor surprisingly, as she was alongside trusted friends who were also pregnant like her. This made Jasmine feel more relaxed and opened up about her current situation to her close colleagues. “Oh yeah I’ve had a few moments like that already,” Marcy said, a fellow fashion star on the rise and a friend to Jasmine. “Really, you too?” Jasmine asked surprised. “Oh yeah. When I had my first kid, I couldn't stop pissing and shitting myself all the time. Believe me I tried not to, but I only ended up burning though tons of panties," Marcy admitted without any hint of embarrassment. "Why didn't you try diapers?” asked another friend, Anika. She was someone who would be a professor for her book-smarts if she wasn’t already a famous voice actress. "I did thought of it, but personally not my style. Not dunking on those who do use them though, had a friend like that growing up. It is what it is," Marcy responded. "Well I can't get a diaper right now," Jasmine said. “Well you don't really need one in all honesty," Anika said matter-of-factually. "In fact It is very common the world over, it's not even out of the ordinary to have an accident out in the open you know?” Jasmine raised her eyebrow, “An accident? In the open? You don’t mean-” “Peeing and pooping yourself in front of the public?” Marcy interjected. “Well… yes,” Jasmine answered feeling a little embarrassed. “I mean, I know it isn’t unusual to sometimes wet or mess yourself. It’s well known to happen all the time and is generally accepted as a part of everyday life. But in public? With people watching…” “Yeah well, it's actually way more common than you think. Especially if someone was experiencing internal problems or pregnant. In your case, you’ve got both problems under her belt,” Anika revealed. “Oh? Is that why...?” Jasmine asked, referring to the maintenance folks nearby. “Yep, the host Ms. Howard did her homework.” Anika said, with Marcy nodding in agreement. Knowing these facts helped alleviate some of the worries she held in her head. However during their conversation, Jasmine's accumulated filth was now once again attempting to push out deep inside her. Her insides were so engorged by her waste inside, that it was begging to be emptied just to revert back to normal size. Both her bowels and her bladder wanted this nonsense to end just as much as Jasmine. This time, her constipation was still in full effect, but not as strongly as before. Her stubborn anus was beginning to weaken. Jasmine began to blush and outwardly show the first signs of panic, as she began to fully realize what might happen at any moment. Though as if the universe had a coincidental sense of timing, someone else was about to beat her to the finish line. Hearing a strange sound behind her, Jasmine and her colleagues turned to the source. Only to see a well known actress nearby had begun crying as she soiled herself out of nowhere. Her pants were swelling up as her underwear was filled with poop. Guess the food didn’t agree with her at all. While the actress was helped out by her friends as well as Ms. Howard as maintenance workers stood by in support, the event had stirred Jasmine’s anus to accelerate it's weakening state. Any moment now, what has happened will be repeated by Jasmine, only 5x worse. “You're at your limit, aren’t you?” A familiar voice spoke. Jasmine Identified it as her husband, who was checking on her. “Is it that obvious?” Jasmine asked. “Kind of, you're not being subtle Jasmine,” Marcy said. “It's about to come out at any moment, and I can tell there’s a lot in me,” Jasmine admitted to her close circle. “Yeah, I figured it was gonna be big. You were going to shit yourself when you got constipated weren’t you?” Ricked asked, knowing full well the answer. Jasmine nodded which made Rick smile. ‘Of course,’ he thought, Jasmine’s always up to something dirty. “You know it’s ok to let it all go, no one will think less of you if you do,” Anika said supportingly. “Maybe, but even then it still feels embarrassing. I don’t even know if I even can,” Jasmine said. “Nonsense. I can tell whatever you have in you will break though if you give a good push. So go ahead and let her rip,” Rick encouraged. “Are you sure?” Jasmine asked, feeling her waste moving once again. Almost as if it was motivated by Rick’s words. Everyone around her smiled including Rick “Hon, you’ve been really struggling for a while and I can’t stand it. I got you back all the way. Besides, I've seen it all already. Do your worst.” Rick’s approval was all Jasmine’s body needed to beat the blockage. Her body automatically made a concerted effort to push as hard as it can to get her shit and piss out. Suddenly Jasmine could feel a massive hot mass instantly fill her underwear in mere seconds. At long last she was pooping. Yet she had only just begun and her panties were already full, that didn't bother the poop still plopping into it. Even though Jasmine was wearing a long dress, everyone around her could clearly hear and definitely smell what was happening in her panties. Her bowels deflated along with her belly just as her underwear did the exact opposite, filling up with huge logs of shit while Jasmine was overcome by the nectar of relief. Shortly after the bladder finally was unclogged too, resulting with a violent stream of hot pee jetting out into her poopy panties. The piss soaked all the poop making it even wetter than it already was, while also pouring down Jasmine's legs into the puddles below with a loud hiss. Rick meanwhile held his wife’s hand to keep her at ease, calling for the attention of the clean up boys. Mere seconds after the pooping began, Jasmine’s underwear was completely destroyed. The seat, rear, front, the whole of the fabric was ruined by either her nasty crap or her piss. In fact the undies couldn’t take it as it dragged down to the ground as its excessive contents spilled out ceaselessly. That’s when Jasmine’s ears picked up the sound of poop again, but not from herself. Given the sheer scale of her ‘little’ accident must have made other watchers poop their pants. A quick glance around her revealed some of her fellow stars had the same face she had right now. Another glance showed some wetting themselves as well, with wet blotches forming on their pants and skirts. Quite the situation this was becoming for her. Whether or not they were peeing or pooping intentionally or not was beyond Jasmine’s capacity, especially since she was still busy emptying herself from both ends herself. She could only guess how bad everyone else was doing. Some might have big lumpy bulges while others had plump wet mush in their panties. Some might had some pee come out while others drenched their dresses full stop. Jasmine would never know the extent of everyone else's accidents. Thinking this way was utterly embarrassing yet satisfying for Jasmine, feeling her evacuation continuing for what seemed never ending. She didn’t want to acknowledge her shit in between her legs where her undies were now being buried under. Nor did she want to admit to all the pee all over her legs and soaked shoes and socks. The smell didn’t help matters as it grew fouler with every stool that came out of her. Suddenly with a loud snap and slimy plop, her poopy panties broke under the weight and fell with its load onto the growing pile on the ground below her. Still she wasn’t done as she continued pooping and peeing, forming a small sloppy mountain below her. After another minute it finally ended for Jasmine with a final tinkle of pee dribbling onto the pile below. “Finished?” Rick asked. Jasmine nodded grateful, yet still embarrassed for how awful the mess she made was. Panting she was nervous over how bad the pile under her was. In realty it was truly a mountain of poop towering from the ground. logs lying on top one another, one could mistaken this load for an elephant's. Covered and surrounded by a sea of pee that acted as the icing on the shit cake. Somewhere buried in that pile was Jasmine's former panties, surly to be lost forever forgotten. But at least her bowels and bladder were finally empty and calm, no more bloating. Even Jasmine's stomach had shrunken quite a bit. “My my, someone really had to go did they?” A voice asked from afar. Both Jasmine and Rick turned to see Ms. Howard smiling at them. Rick nodded back and pointed to the ground to give emphasis to the extent of what Jasmine had done. “Oh dear, well don’t worry friends. I had prepared for something like this given the theme, you really can’t help it when you have precious cargo sometimes,” The host assured, just as the maintenance workers arrived to start the clean up. Jasmine and Rick walked over to Ms. Howard to extend their apologies. “No worries friends. Let my workers take care of the mess, I’m paying them extra for working today for this reason. While they do that, go ahead to the second floor bathroom. There’ll be spare panties and cleaning wipes waiting for you to use at your leisure. Don’t worry about the others either, they will be taken care of too,” Ms. Howard graciously offered to the couple. “Thank you so much, I owe you one,” Jasmine said, grateful for the host’s hospitality. “You don’t owe me anything daring, just take care of yourself ok?” The host smiled. After this exchange, the two headed back indoors to clean up. Jasmine felt much better after unleashing her load and was glad to get it all out. Shame for what happened to her underwear, oh well. Going up the stairs, she noticed a portrait on the wall that was very telling. Ms. Howard and her late husband, and their five kids. Of course she’s a caretaker, she too had seen it all. As for Marcy and Anika, they only sighed to themselves at their table. “You think she’ll be ok?” Anika pondered. “Oh yeah. Rick will take care of Jasmine, she’s very lucky to have him. Let alone having a kid together.” “Very true. At least we’re used to it,” Anika mused. Marcy agreed as the both of them had something warm and mushy in their undies. A plump bulge stained brown sat in their panties, the poop nestled happily inside without resistance. Well they weren't planning on doing such a thing, but Jasmine shouldn’t have all the pleasure of relief. Later on Jasmine and Rick would rejoin them and enjoy the rest of the party joyfully. Looking back, Jasmine learned to laugh off this misadventure fondly, even sharing it to other women like herself. *** “Goddamn this party’s literally a dump,” A voice said, silent and sneaky. With all the commotion going on, trespassers were afoot in the form of the college delinquents from earlier. They had stealthily used the forest next by to get closer to the property. While they were here to try to ‘misplace’ some booze, they too were distracted by the little incident. They were certainly close enough to smell everything that happened. By the time they refocused, they’re window of opportunity was long gone. The extra commotion would make it much harder to infiltrate the party without being caught. “Shit, we need to bail. We’ll have to try someplace else,” The delinquent leader said. “And at another time, I need to head back to the campus pronto,” another voice said. The two punks discussed their future plans while the third member remained distracted, still watching the party until one of them got their attention. “Hey Avery, you alright?” The leader asked. “Oh yeah, it’s just the smell is unbearable,” she said. “Heh, yeah I agree. Let’s bolt before the stench knocks us all out,” The leader said. “You’ll be okay on your own?” He asked his partners in crime. Both nodded confidently and with that, the trio split into their own destinations, sneaking off back into the forest. Avery however waited till the others were gone and looked back at the scene before leaving. The messy fashion star was heading inside and the staff had already cleaned up half of the mess on the back lawn. In contrast to what Avery had said a minute ago, she took in a good whiff of the stink in the air with awakened vigor. The reason was not because of what the woman did, but what Avery did. Walking past the pine trees and thick shrubs Avery found herself a secluded spot in the woods. After a quick check to make sure she was alone, she reached over to her butt and dipped her hand into her jeans, feeling something warm and firm inside her underwear. Seeing the celebrity shit herself like that, made something in Avery’s mind click. Before Avery knew what was happening, her body automatically relaxed and poop plopped out into her panties right on the spot. Two slimy logs found themselves settled in her pants without resistance of any kind. Avery didn’t even push the logs out of her, they just slid out freely. Of course the others didn’t notice, not with the spectacle already on display, plus they wouldn’t tell her stink from the celebrity. Avery never had pooped her pants before in her life, yet it felt oddly satisfying. Feeling her waste in her undies, she was wondering why she never tried this before. Despite this, she hadn’t actually emptied herself fully yet. With no one around, Avery felt curious and didn’t mind finishing what she started right here in the forest. Undoing her jeans, Avery gave a slight push to let the rest of her shit know it was okay to come out. Wet sloppy noise ripped from her butt as brown shit began filling her dirty underwear yet again. Softer and mushier than her previous logs, her fresh poop filled her panties quickly, her logs being buried by the squishy mush. Her load was not as ridiculously big as that fashion star, but her underwear was quite heavy and bulging by the time Avery was done pooping. Though sadly her bladder wasn't full of pee at the moment, a missed opportunity for sure. “Ahhh,” Avery happily sighed, smelling the odor of her poop. Pulling her pants back up, her load squished against her ass being confined by her jeans. Feeling her soft crap nuzzle her ass cheeks was beginning to turn her on. With that dirty thought in mind, Avery started heading back to her dorm, eager to ‘explore’ more in private. Every step she took squashed her poop more onto her butt, and thus made her crotch wetter. The others might have left empty handed, but Avery certainly didn’t, not by a long shot. The End

Soiled Modifications Another day, another shift at work finally finished, as Stacy returned home exhausted after 8 full hours of retail madness. Exiting her car, she welcomed the brisk wind in the air as opposed to the stale atmosphere of her job. The transition from spring to summer had just begun, Stacy could feel it as she walked to her front door. Unlocking and entering her home, Stacy’s instinct motivated her to open her windows, just enough to allow the wind from outside to fill her house. The breeze gave her much needed serenity from her exhaustion. Stacy started cooking stroganoff while playing her favorite symphonic metal artist in the background, energizing her along with the outside breeze. She aimed to unwind in a simple manner, with her favorite pastime while enjoying some delicious food. In her room she kept a gaming PC that she built years before, with the goal of having a machine that can not only run modern games with ease, but also can handle extensive gaming modification. Booting up the PC, Stacy sat in her comfy computer chair with her dinner, awaiting eagerly to revisit her favorite childhood memories. She had been playing video games since her dad introduced her in her younger years, and starting modding in high school with help from her computer classes. Though her mods were of the more explicit kind, making a name for herself in the modding community for creating quality D.E.S.O related content for countless games of many genres. These mods were mostly character overhauls, namely to strip them down to just their underwear and sometimes diapers, often in a rather soaked or soiled state. Now on the home screen, Stacy opened her mod manager and initiated a modded save for a survival horror title. Survival horror was her favorite genre to mod, simply because it was really funny to make the main characters look out of place from their own setting, given they’re nearly naked in the open. Hours passed, Stacy’s dinner plate was scraped clean, as she continued playing her modded games in peace. Now though she was play-testing her latest mod specifically for a recently published sci-fi horror. Currently she was guiding her bare character through the dark hallways of a derelict spacecraft, wearing nothing but a bra, a pair of panties, and a weapon holster. Stacy in turn was now only wearing her matching red bra and underwear. But as Stacy relaxed and ran her mod through the usual paces, her stomach had been gurgling and churning for a while. Something familiar was certainly brewing with a sizable capacity and urgency. “Not yet… not yet,” She told herself. Stacy was always into panty pooping, but her favorite way of doing so was to hold in her load until after her modded characters had pooped their pants first. Not only does pooping her panties feel even better after seeing her gaming characters do it first, but Stacy finds the mere idea as a fun personal challenge to engage in. Who would shit themselves first: Stacy or her player avatar? So onward Stacy played her game, determined to hold in her shit until she sees her avatar’s undies fill up first. This challenge will be difficult to achieve, the mod she was currently testing was designed under an RNG of sorts tied to the game’s setting. This means for every horrifying event/enemy encounter that happens, there is a random chance the avatar will soil themselves. So Stacy is holding out against random chance, who knows how long it’ll take before she can relieve herself. However Stacy was well aware of this, and looked forward to such an interesting and unpredictable challenge. In fact she made it even harder for herself by deliberately eating foods for the past few days that would make a poopy load that would be huge and demanding. So Stacy’s got her work cut out for her for sure. Another hour passed, and Stacy is now in a losing battle. Despite encountering numerous terrors and nightmares in the game, Stacy’s avatar had still not shit themselves at all. Meanwhile Stacy herself has been struggling to keep herself from pooping her pants prematurely. Her guts were constantly gurgling and churning as her turds relentlessly pressured her anus to open and release, being mere inches from the exit leading to the outside where her underwear was waiting to be filled. Stacy had too many close calls as it was but was still determined to hold out, however she knew well that if her shit makes another attempt, she may not have enough strength to resist. Regardless she continued playing her game while squirming in her chair, eager to win in this challenge she had put herself in. Under her intense digestive pressure, Stacy guides her avatar forward into the next area, the level design of which was a clear sign that she was heading to a boss fight with a nightmarish monster. Stacy mentally prepared herself for a difficult fight, hoping that the conflict would activate the RNG. Surly enough, the beast’s arrival was terrifying in many psychological ways and the resulting fierce battle demanded all of Stacy’s focus. Yet once again, the avatar failed to shit herself from the mere sight of the monstrous creature. Worse still, Stacy’s poop began another mad push against her anus, begging to be unleashed. With all her focus spent on the fight itself, her anus began to falter and slowly open up, with the huge mass of waste now turtle heading out. Stacy was about mere seconds away from pooping her pants and losing. ‘Oh god, no no no, not now!’ Stacy thought, feeling her overpowering poop nearly succeed in its own prison break. Out of desperation, Stacy violently clenched her ass cheeks as tightly as she could muster in order to stop her load from escaping. ‘I’m not losing to this game or this challenge, I refuse to accept defeat here and now!’ Stacy exclaimed in her head, still determined to gain a win. So she kept her butt closed as she played on with nothing but sheer defiance and willpower. Even when the pressure wrought pain in her abdomen and her stress increased, she held out and fought two separate battles simultaneously. Luckily for Stacy, her persistence paid off yet again. The shit was stonewalled within her again and she overthrew the monster by the skin of her teeth. She exhaled slowly as she steadied herself from the mental stress. Stacy was now dangerously out of luck, next time there will be no hope to hold back her crap at all. Still regaining her composure, she motioned her avatar forward once again past the corpse of her enemy. Then… *RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!* “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!” Both Stacy and her character were both jump scared by the monster as it roared violently in vain as it finally died. This caught both off guard screaming in shock. Stacy’s heart and mind was now racing scrambled like eggs, the usual price to pay for playing horror games. But as she attempts to calm down, she noted two important things. One: The avatar’s underwear were beginning to grow a heavy brown bulge. Two: Stacy herself was feeling something hot and heavy bulging in her own panties. Stacy and her character were both finally soiling themselves from the shock of the jump scare, which in Stacy’s case, allowed three fat logs of poop to erupt from her anus and pile into the welcoming embrace of her red undies. However more was still to come as a fourth turd was already snaking its way out freely. Still recovering from the stress and feeling the warm comforting dump in her filthy panties, Stacy didn’t have anything to resist the urge to poop anymore, not that she wanted to anyhow. So she finally surrendered herself to her shit and allowed all of it to enter her underwear unopposed. One by one, poop coiled out of Stacy’s ass and plop into the mess inside her panties. The first few turds were very firm and solid, but the newer logs slowly turned softer. The red panties’ bulge was already large initially, but now it was growing even bigger and heavier as more shit was loaded into the panties. The former red fabric of the bulge was now stained completely brown, Stacy’s underwear was definitely ruined for sure. Stacy herself was enthralled by the relief washing over her, the pungent poopy odor putting her mind at ease. It felt euphoric to feel her body’s contents being emptied from her, and to be collected in her undies. While all this was going on, Stacy still had her eyes focused on her video game, as her character was busy doing the same thing. The avatar just stood there passively, filling her own sagging underwear with warm poop. Stacy couldn’t help but wonder if the avatar was feeling the same way that she was right now. By the time Stacy was empty of waste, her panties had a swollen poopy bulge the size of a small watermelon, while her avatar was close behind with a load the size of a cantaloupe. ‘Hehe. Alright then, we’ll call it a draw,’ Stacy mused to herself, pretending to interact with her avatar competitor. This certainly wasn’t a loss for Stacy, not with how huge and satisfying her load felt in her underwear. She couldn’t help but rub her bulge gently against her chair, hearing her poop softly squelch from her massage. Satisfied with the outcome of her personal challenge, Stacy gets comfy in her chair and continues her game uninterrupted. She’ll play with her load and change herself later, for now she’ll just enjoy the warm company of her poop in between her ass cheeks and underwear. As for the avatar in the game, she was feeling the large bulge in her panties, her face mirroring Stacy’s pleasure. This plainly answers Stacy’s previous question of the avatar’s emotions. So Stacy decides to let her character stew in her poopy panties while playing onward, much like herself. All in all, a fantastic panty poop that was well worth the desperation. The End Stand by… Volume 1 complete, initializing Volume 2…

Thanks a bunch! I'm glad you like my latest story. I hope you enjoy my other stories just as much 🙂

DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours. Here's the big one though: The story contains diaper pooping and hyper-messing. So if you don't like that sort of thing and don't want to read this story, I understand. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story regardless. Maya’s Messy Dam-busters Dusk has fallen once again, drowning what was a clear winter day with a dark snowy night. Thick icy fluff filled the skies, the first of the season, bringing excitement to people as they went on with the awakening city nightlife. Among the shops and restaurants bustling with customers, The local pharmacy enjoyed a slow evening shift as nightfall concluded. Though customers still trickled in to shop for essentials, mainly medicines to prepare for the flu season. This small crowd included 33 year old Maya, who found herself at the pharmacy seeking a solution to a particular problem. Sadly she was stricken with severe constipation, this had left her not able to poop for a whole week. She attempted to increase her fiber intake at first, but this plan had failed to produce results. Now Maya knew she had a lot of mass stuck inside her by now, feeling very bloated and recently suffering from painful stomach cramps. So being at the pharmacy, Maya was on the hunt for her last hope: laxatives. Knowing the layout of the store, Maya walked with urgency to the middle aisles where the lax were kept. Skimming through the many brands on sale, she struggled to make a confident decision, not knowing a whole lot about lax in order to choose the right brand. She needed something very strong and fast acting, anything less wouldn’t work. Investigating the bottles and reading the descriptions, most of the lax available were too weak or mild for Maya to use. However, in the corner of her eye, she spotted a brand of lax that looked different. Taking one of the bottles, it read “Dam-busters” with an artist rendition of an old WWII bomber breaking a dam. Reading it further, Maya learned that it was a new product made to counter more serious cases of constipation. This sounded like the laxative that Maya needed, then another cramp struck before she could finish reading its description. She grasped her mid-section tightly, feeling a heavy wave of pain shot through her body from her intestines. This cramp forced Maya to make the immediate decision to purchase the dam-buster lax. Bottle in hand, she painfully made her way to the registers and entered the shortest line. After two people made their transactions, it was Maya’s turn as the pain began to subside. With greetings exchanged, she presented her dam-buster bottle to the cashier. He scanned it and placed it in a bag while Maya gathered money from her purse. Paying ten dollars for the lax, she finally had salvation. But before she could leave, the cashier wanted to tell her something about the lax. “Hey uh, just wanted to give you a heads up. That dam-busters stuff, it's basically like a nuclear missile for your guts, and it works much faster than you think. So just be careful ok?” Maya was a little surprised by the cashier’s warning. Was this lax that extreme? She decided to heed the warning out of caution and hatched an idea. “Would you mind then if I tested the lax in your restrooms?” Maya asked. “By all means, our restrooms were designed for situations like this,” the cashier responded. Maya smiled and turned back inward. “Thank you so much,” Maya said. “Your welcome, and good luck,” the cashier told her. Most bathrooms usually share the same simple design and function, offering private means needed for the average person’s natural processes to take place. Pharmacy restrooms were different though. These were made to be convenient to all sorts of people, especially those that are inflicted by incontinence. Bigger stalls, more powerful cleaning supplies, optional changing tables, plus other alterations. Considering what the dam-busters could do to her, Maya figured using the pharmacy’s specialized restrooms would be a solid tactical move. Plus she could try to relieve herself sooner than later. Entering the restroom, Maya’s nose was assaulted by the powerful scent of fresh linen. Getting past the air fresheners, she enters the closest unoccupied stall and bolts the door. Placing her purse on top of the supply stash, she also pulls out a small bottle of water from said purse. Maya then takes the dam-buster bottle and cracks it open, popping out a singular pill. Oddly the pill looked very typical to others like it, nevertheless she places it in her mouth and washes it down with all of her water. Now Maya waits, paying attention for any sign of the laxatives’ effects, while people fill their undergarments in the background. Normally she would sit on the toilet, but she decided to stand instead, unsure how huge her load would be. Speaking of which, she undoes her pants in preparation, revealing a thick bulky diaper wrapped around her waist. Maya had always worn pull-ups since childhood, but today she equipped this diaper as it was designed to prevent blowouts, though who knows whether or not the dam-buster will be too much to handle. After four silent minutes passed, a loud barrage of gurgling and churning was heard from inside Maya’s body. She could feel all her waste within begin to move once again, as unladylike noises began ripping from her butt. Another minute of wet nasty farts later, and the mass inside was flowing with speed reaching the rectum. Out of instinct, Maya bent her knees and braced herself. For the first time in a week-long absence, a massive poopy explosion finally erupted in force; With a week's worth of shit was now pouring out into the diaper, quickly forming a massive brown bulge. Constant waves of filth back to back filled the diaper’s empty spaces in a violet rush from Maya’s unclogged intestines. Maya herself was gripped by an immense mix of pain and relief as she emptied her innards. Being made up from a week’s worth of veritable food and influenced by the lax, multiple kinds of poop coiled out into the swollen dirty diaper. Solid logs, gooey mush, and more found itself piling up in the padding; emitting intense heat and odor. Spreading into every crevice, more and more shit found itself plopping out of Maya’s butt cheeks relentlessly, mixing warmly with the swelling poopy pile resting in the brown bulging padding. Despite the diaper’s blowout resistant design, the rapid and excessive rate of expansion and weight was beginning to become too much to handle, sagging further downward as the tapes began to tear. But Maya couldn’t care less, she had become completely distracted from the relief to pay any attention to her diaper’s deteriorating status. She continued pooping entire loads into her diaper until she was fully emptied at last. By that time her diaper was so full, it nearly looked like three watermelons were stuffed inside, and only now did Maya snap back to reality and notice the hot heavy mass pulling her down. Too late to properly react, she fell to the floor with a loud nasty squish, her butt being cushioned by her poopy diaper. Hitting the floor, the diaper’s tapes finally gave up and snapped, tearing in places yet still didn’t allow a blowout. Now Maya found herself sitting in her weakened messy diaper, being enveloped in its stench and feeling the mixed composition of her steamy pungent poop. “Eww, gross,” Maya reacted, sarcastically. While not entirely thrilled to be sat in a diaper full of shit, she was just grateful to finally have said shit out of her body. Next time though she’ll be sure to get a diaper meant for maximum waste capacity instead of fancy leak guards. Seeing how packed and torn her diaper was, Maya carefully and slowly stood back up. Doing this detached her ass from the loaded insides of her poopy diaper and unleashed even more wretched odor into the air. Maya gagged at the strength of the smell as she peeked inside the diaper. Every inch of padding was consumed by the small mountain of poop inside. Stepping away from her filthy diaper on the ground, she began the extensive process of cleaning herself up. Her whole pelvic area was caked and so were parts of her thighs, it was going to take heavy use of sanitation fluids in order for the wipes to be effective at all. Luckily this was a pharmacy restroom, meaning it was stocked with double the usual standard of cleaning utensils. With quantity and quality on her side, Maya made surprisingly short work of her mess, her waste sprayed, cleaned off, and disposed of into the toilet. Once fully clean, Maya pulled out a spare colorful pull-up from her purse and slipped it on along with her pants. Then she returned to her diaper. Holding her breath, she did her best to tape the bloated diaper shut without spilling any of its contents. Once sealed shut, Maya picked up the bulky still tearing diaper and promptly trashed it in the scented garbage bin, joining other poopy diapers made by people like Maya. Finally her ordeal was fully over, her pain now nonexistent. Feeling slightly euphoric, Maya vacated her stall with her purse in tow to wash her hands and head back home. Walking out back past the registers, she waved to the cashier from earlier as thanks as she headed for the doors. The kind man waved back with a smile before Maya turned back to face the snowy night. Entering her car, she immediately fires up her vehicle, cranked the heaters to full blast, and drove home. However, Maya had overlooked one important detail regarding the dam-buster laxative. ... After a half an hour drive, Maya finally reached her home at last. Leaving the car and entering her house, she set herself to her usual routine like normal. Hours later Maya was now sound asleep in her soft bed, shuffling to lay on her side as snow continued to fall outside. Suddenly without warning, a soft melody of crackling and popping began emanating from her butt. A new wave of warm poop was now filling up her pull-ups as she slept completely unaware. Her body was ejecting gooey mud automatically without any control into a growing bulge that was already huge. It wasn’t long before the stench of poop enveloped the room. Smelling the familiar stink, sleepy Maya reacted by instinctively pushing. “Mmm… gotta… p-poop.” This resulted in more and more shit being plopped into the crowded padding of her poopy pull-ups. Never before had Maya’s body ever lost control of her bowels before, especially while sleeping. Yet she softly moaned in relief, as her overloaded pull-ups faced blowout. Brown mush spilled out of Maya’s padded leak guards without consequence. Meanwhile the dam-buster laxative remained idle in her adjacent bathroom next to the sink. In the short list of side effects, one important detail was inscribed as such: “Caution!!! May cause digestive imbalance resulting in severe incontinence. This side effect is known to last for 2 to 4 weeks. Consult your doctor if incontinence lasts longer than the projected time frame.” The End.

Well, thank you. 🙂

Glad you liked the name, I hope it wasn't too on the nose. And yes indeed love is beginning to bloom. Originally I wanted to just make a bunch of simple messing stories, stitched together by an overarching idea. That's still the goal, but who says you can't also have something more complex and real alongside the 'character poops in diapers/underwear' motif.

DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours. Here's the big one though: The story contains diaper pooping, as well as more serious topics like trauma, bullying, and other mental issues. So be forewarned, if you want to skip this story, I don't mind. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story regardless. The Diaper Equation Another class, another school day nearing its end for May, as her blue eyes remained locked onto the clock ticking ever closer to 5 pm. She was just playing with her long hair, too bored to even try to listen to the professor ramble on. She just wanted to get out and do anything else other than stewing in her chair. Looking over to her left, May could see her best friend Ashley sitting next by, her brown hair just barely touching her shoulders while her eyes sat behind her glasses, glued to her books as always. ‘A bookworm to the end,’ May happily thought, seeing that cheeky smile of hers draped across her face. May and Ashley had known each other ever since freshman year of high school, being both born and raised in Omutsu-Suki City. They became fast friends early on and entered Alexius College, laughing together sharing jokes and gags along the way. From the beginning she had loved Ashley’s nerdy goofball personality, finding it endearing and resonating with her own wisecracking demeanor. Hence why they became inseparable over the years, sharing many memories and enduring through the toughest times together. Surely enough, as the clock struck 5 pm, the professor wrapped up the lecture and dismissed the class as students began leaving the lecture hall. May sighed, finally her final class for today was over, and tomorrow was completely class free. Turning back to Ashley, she was still reading, unaware that everyone else was leaving. This happened a lot with Ashley, often to May’s amusement. With a tap on the shoulder she came back to reality. “What, Huh?” Ashley asked, her focus broken. “Class is over ya goofball,” May told her friend, standing up. “Whoopsie, sorry May. I guess I got lost in my books again,” Ashley sheepishly admitted, packing her books into her satchel. “Indeed. Good thing I’m here, otherwise you’d probably be stuck here for days,” May mused, as she began to leave the room. Ashley giggled at the idea, following May out into the hallways. After walking some distance they reached their room and unloaded their stuff. By now they had decided to get Japanese for dinner, and began traveling once again out of the dormitory. However as they walked chatting back and forth, May could feel her stomach beginning to grumble. She knew what her guts was trying to tell her, she needed to take a shit. But the churning within made her think back to thoughts in her head that had been nagging at her for a whole month. Thoughts that involved Ashley. For a long time, May had known of her friend’s strange fetish: her attraction to diapers and the use of. Although May never minded this fact as it didn’t matter to her much. Of late though, her curiosity had made her question this fetish further. Especially after what Ashley did a month ago. The thing is May was struggling with how exactly to ask Ashley about this sort of thing. May normally isn’t the nervous type, but she felt anxious just thinking about Ashley’s diaper fascination. Just thinking about it made her feel… something. Something very familiar to her past, and terrifying to her core. Rummaging through her thoughts she could still feel her insides gurgling, as her body’s processed waste was now in her rectum begging for release. Nearing the building’s exit, May noticed a restroom set just before the doors leading outside. That’s when she felt Ashley tug at her sleeve. Turning to look at her, she realized she wasn’t the only one who needed to go. Ashley already had her legs crossed, holding onto her stomach. “Uh, May? Do you mind waiting for me? I need to use the restroom badly,” Ashley asked, her urgency embedded in her voice. May grinned, it was funny to think they both needed to shit at the same time. “I’ve got no need to wait, I need to take a shit too,” May revealed. “Alrighty then, what are we waiting for?” Ashley said hurriedly, leading May into the empty restroom. Naturally Ashley entered the furthest stall, while May picked the next stall over. Pulling down her jeans, May sat on the toilet with her blue underwear ready to catch the load brewing in her. As she relaxed her anus, her thoughts still lingered on her friend’s fetish. It wasn’t until May felt the tip of her poop slither out her butt cheeks and softly poke the bottom of her panties, that she began a quick flashback, recalling the conversation she shared with Ashley as if it took place yesterday. ***A Month Ago*** “-And that is how I created my really poopy diaper!” Ashley finished, excitedly. May sat on her bed across from Ashley, mouth agape at the story she had just heard from her friend. Never before had she heard a tale as crazy as what Ashley had shared, yet now things were connecting in her head. “Damn Ash, I never expected you capable of doing such a thing,” May said, trying to overcome her shock. “I know right!? I didn’t think I would accomplish my first ever hyper-messing at all!” Ashley exclaimed in her chair. “Hyper-messing?” May asked, unaware of the terminology. “Yep! It’s when you fill a diaper completely to ridiculous proportions. I’m definitely gonna try it again sometime in the future,” Ashley affirmed. “I see, this explains why you had a lot to eat yesterday when we had dinner together,” May remembered how Ashley had extra portions the day before. “Guilty as charged!” Ashley giggled, “But it was certainly worth it. Having so much poop, all tucked and snug inside my pampers, just felt absolutely amazing.” May smiled, but felt very confused inside, she didn’t have any experience with Ashley’s diaper fetish other than how common it was. She had rarely questioned internally the details of such a exotic passion ever since learning of it from Ashley. But now hearing what she did created a lot of questions, the biggest question in her mind yet: What was the magic behind pooping in a diaper? “Anyhow, now it's your turn to tell me a story,” Ashley said. This statement catches May off guard. “What do you mean Ash?” May asked, confused. “Well you knew about my poopy diaper, and even found its hiding place, I’m curious as to how you saw through my ruse,” Ashley pointed out. May then understood what Ashley was inquiring about, and remembered how exactly she partially figured out Ashley’s secret plans. “Oh right I did, I almost forgot about that. Ok let me tell you how I ‘sniffed’ you out,” May jest, making Ashley giggle with anticipation. “Alright. It started shortly before we went to our last class yesterday. Remember when I asked you whether or not you farted when I reached for the door?” Ashley nodded while a light blush grew on her freckled cheeks. “Well… I sort of lied to you when I asked that. You see I knew immediately the stink I smelled wasn’t gas, only shit smells like that; And I know you too well Ash, you were always a terrible liar. So when you told me that you were trying to hold it in for the bathroom, it only confirmed in my mind that you had already pooped your diaper full.” Ashley’s blush grew as she felt deeply embarrassed. “I see, well why didn’t you call me out?” Ashley asked. “Simple, I didn’t want to intrude, my initial thought was that you accidentally shit yourself before you could reach the bathroom in time, and was trying not to be exposed. So I went along with it, in order to help hide your mishap.” Ashley’s body posture became more ecstatic, wanting to know more. Sensing Ashley’s eagerness, May continued her tale. “Anyway, much later on during the night, I suddenly woke up with the need to piss. I guess while you ate a lot of food, I had too much soda to drink,” May remarks. Both laugh remembering last night’s fun dinner hangout. “So I silently walked over to the bathroom, trying not to wake you up. Entering, I quickly undid my pajamas and started peeing. However while my panties grew wet and yellow, I noticed there was something faint lingering in the air. It smelled pretty foul yet familiar, like the stink of your dirty diaper. Recognizing the scent, it only left me more confused. ‘Why could I smell poop in here?’ I thought.” Ashley’s eyes widened slightly, now putting the pieces together in her head. “So after pissing I investigated the bathroom for the source of the stink. I tracked the smell to the supply stash as the stench was the strongest there. Searching around I found a peculiar sight in the far back. ‘A diaper? What’s that doing here?’ I wondered. I carefully grabbed it to take a closer look. But when I did, I noticed it felt strange and slightly warm. Part of me told me there was ‘something’ inside it, but the other half wanted to make sure.” May paused, giving Ashley time to let everything sink in. She could see the welling sense of embarrassment in Ashley’s eyes. After a short moment, Ashley nodded to May, letting her know to continue her story. “Ok, So I pulled the diaper out into the light. Quickly I learned the diaper wasn’t clean, as a peek inside revealed a huge pile of poop nestled within. This was definitely the source of the smell, I also acknowledged that this diaper belongs to you. Sitting on the toilet, holding the poopy diaper in my hands, my head was now absolutely full of questions. ‘Why was this here? Was this the same diaper from before? What was Ash planning with this thing?’ The answers were certainly out of reach for me. Despite this, after some thinking while staring at the dirty diaper, I shoved those questions aside and thought of you. ‘I know my friend, she’s weirdly smart and smartly weird. This was just part of her fetish and that’s all, plain and simple. Let her have her fun.’ I told myself. So I put down the diaper on the toilet seat, so it will be ready for you. Afterwards I cleaned myself up and went back to bed, adjusting my alarm clock beforehand. Waking early, I wrote the note to put your mind at ease, and left to leave you to your desires without interruption. From the story you just shared, it looks like you did exactly that and then some.” Now Ashley was stunned. “May I- I don’t know what to say,” Ashley stammered, “But why did you go out of your way to help me like that? I know you don’t understand my fetish but-” May then got up and walked over to her friend, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “So? There’s nothing really to it. You're my best friend, and we’ve been through a lot together. I’m not gonna forsake our bond over a silly poopy diaper just because I don’t get your interests. Do whatever makes you happy Ash, I’ll always be by your side no matter what,” May told her confidently. The two then shared a silent moment embraced together, grateful for their supportive friendship. After pulling out of their hug May noticed something entirely new, Ashley’s blush was now somehow different. It wasn’t of embarrassment, it was of pure joy. May couldn’t help but blush as well, radiating the same warmth back to Ashley, happy to see her friend’s warm smile. May however didn’t share the whole story. In reality, when she held that diaper last night, her mind was actually in turmoil. Smelling and feeling the poopy load inside the diaper had triggered something in her head. It felt like an important missing piece for a jigsaw puzzle was finally found and completed a mental image. May could see that image, she understood the image, and it scared her. It was a secret part of herself that she buried a long time ago, back when she was a different person. A person she despised. Horrible memories May had repressed were slowly returning from the brink to haunt her, her deepest secret unveiled and bringing self-doubt to May’s true character. But things are different now, she was different, and she wasn’t alone this time. Ashley was her friend: smart, kind, weird, funny. Maybe Ashley could help her with her secret, that is if May can coax herself to even attempt to ask for help. She had never told anyone this secret, not even Ashley. Who knows what’ll happen if she ever finds out. But today is not the right time. For now, she’ll have to cope with her secret and the painful memories in her head as best as she could. ***Present Day*** As May was knee deep in memory lane, May’s blue panties were slowly being loaded with poop. Thick yet soft, a large log coiled out like a snake, settling itself against the cotton staining it a warm brown. As a bulge grew protruding with a hefty lump, the log fully plopped out into the underwear. Then more shit followed, in the form of smaller mid-sized logs, one after another adding to the stinky mess. By the time May came to from her flashback, she found her panties packed of poopy logs: one large, five medium, and her ass was currently pushing a second fat log into the warm pile. Instinctively she continued pushing until the second log fully slithered out. However, May wasn’t finished. A new wave of smelly paste-like mush was now filling her poopy panties further, burying the previous logs. May could feel, smell, and hear all her shit squelching into her underwear; she could also hear Ashley’s diaper crinkling, no doubt being filled up with shit as well. Another minute later, May ripped a really wet fart, signifying she was finally empty. Standing back up, she could tell there was a lot of poop inside her panties now, the bulge stained brown and weighed what felt like a big pineapple. May sighed, relieved but conflicted too. She just pooped her panties with a big load of shit but she didn’t feel anything partially special while doing it. Sure it felt a little euphoric to push all that poop out and all, but there was something else to it, there had to be. May knew too well Ashley was enjoying the dump in her diaper right now, so what was missing? Now normally she would dump out her crap and start cleaning up. But with her recent flashback and need for understanding, she decided to do something different. Pulling up her pants slightly, May opened the stall and shuffled over to the sinks. Then she dropped her pants again, showing off her poopy panties. While this was a common practice, May never engaged in it before. The aim was to see how Ashley reacts to her load, and improvise from there. Maybe she can figure it out if she sees Ashley’s perspective. “Are you already done May?” Ashley asked from inside her stall. “Yes ma'am, just waiting for ya,” May responded. “Okie-dokie! Don’t worry, I’m almost done,” Ashley said, finishing her stinky business. As May waited, she stared directly at her reflection in the mirror. Feeling evermore nervous she attempted to psych herself up. But no matter how hard she tried to find courage, her fears still lingered inside her, screaming at her harder than ever. Just as she had stabilized her confidence enough to not look like a nervous wreck, May heard Ashley’s stall swing open behind her. “Hey-o! Sorry I took so long I-” Ashley cheerfully chirped, before being struck by the outlandish sight in front of her. May could see through the mirror Ashley’s reaction. She was clearly speechless seeing May’s full panties for the first time ever, yet still studied the hefty load with her eyes full of excitement, fixing her glasses’ position to see better. Then a deep blush bloomed in Ashley’s and May’s cheeks simultaneously, as both ladies realized the awkward situation they were in. One of them was looking straight at her friend’s messy panties and in turn her butt, while the other had noticed her friend's pants were laying around her feet. A puffy diaper on display instead, the messy load slightly poking out below. Yet neither felt embarrassed or uncomfortable considering the trusted company they were with. Then their eyes met, emerald locked with sapphire, both faces still holding a gentle smile to each other. Then Ashley broke the silence. “Well well, you really had to go didn’t you?” Ashley spoke. “Oh yeah, I sure did. Whew. Glad I finally got all this out of my system,” May stated, patting her mess. “Girl same. I had brewed quite a ‘shit’load to unleash into my pampers myself, what did we both eat ey?” Ashley asked, in a humorous manner. May chuckled, having personal insight on how full Ashley’s diapers can get. “Good question Ash, I don’t even remember what we had last time,” May admitted. Shuffling closer, Ashley took a better look at May’s bulging panties, while feeling her own poop sloshing inside her full pampers. “So uh, what made you come out with your mess on display, you don’t usually do that sort of thing,” Ashley inquired curiously. “Welp, seeing how full my underwear was, I wanted you to see what I had produced. Although I know you are more used to dirty diapers rather than panties,” May explained, trying to be honest about her intentions. “Well then m’lady, It’d be rude of me not to share with the class in return,” Ashley mused smiling. Without hesitation, Ashley turned around to pose her rear to her friend, showing off her messy creation. “Impressive ain’t it?” Ashley asked proudly. May was presented with a familiar sight: a smelly poopy diaper, made by her friend. Strangely enough, it looked very similar to the dirty diaper she found a month before, no doubt being just as full of shit. But looking at this diaper though, anxious curiosity began excessively welling up in May’s mind. The sagging brown bulge looked gentle and plump, inviting even. She could even differentiate the smell of her own mess and of Ashley’s, of which was naturally familiarly stinky, but also interesting in a strange way. Why was she feeling this now though? Was she getting used to being around full diapers? Maybe… but deep down she knew what was going on. May was racing with overwhelming thoughts and questions, so much that it was starting a headache. Then she found herself daring to ask a question she never thought she would ever ask, she was so scared that the question just sort of tumbled out. “Can I… touch your… dirty diaper?” Dead silence fell between them for what felt like forever. May began to panic internally. “I’ve never been asked that from anybody before,” Ashley finally responded, surprised by what May had asked. May grew even more tense, wondering what Ashley was thinking. Did she cross a line she wasn’t aware of? But Ashley still held her padded butt at May’s direction. After taking some time to think, Ashley looked back to May with a small grin. “You know what? You're my best friend, and I trust you. So… go for it May, give my dirty pampers a good squeeze,” Ashley mused, approving her friend’s odd request. May was stunned, she could actually touch it? She then realized her hand was automatically reaching for Ashley’s full diaper. Her mind panicked, rummaging over the consequences of what would happen. And yet, she didn’t pull her hand back, she didn’t fight the urge. The point of no return was coming up and she was set to cross it whether she was ready or not. May softly settled her hand onto the bulging seat of the poopy diaper. At that moment of contact, time froze around her, as her fingers massaged the brown padding gingerly. May’s brain analyzed what her hand was feeling frantically, not at all knowing what to expect. Shockingly, the diaper felt… nice, comfortable even. It was warm and soft to the touch, and certainly squishy in a welcoming way. May could feel everything inside the diaper, every ounce of mushy poop moving and reacting to her hand’s actions with an audible squelching. Slowly groping the dirty diaper, May could hear Ashley moan softly; she too was feeling the contents inside the diaper slosh and mush, causing erotic pleasure to start flowing in her body. May then refocused and realized what was happening: she was fondling her friend’s poopy diaper in the restroom, and both girls were actually enjoying everything. It really was too late to turn back now, she knew what she needed to do, it was now or never. “Ashley? Can I ask you something personal?” May asked, pulling her hand away from the poopy diaper. Ashley turned back around, still wearing a gentle smile while coming down from her erotic high. “Of course you can, what’s up?” Ashley answered. Taking a long deep breath, May asked her question “Why do you like pooping in diapers?” Ashley grew silent once more, shaking May’s confidence. “W-What do you mean?” Ashley stuttered, confused as to what was going on. “I… I mean… I pooped my pants, loading it with a lot of shit. Yet I didn’t feel anything special, I mean not entirely uh…” May trailed off, struggling to keep her thoughts sorted. Ashley raised an eyebrow, May knew she was becoming more confused and slightly concerned. So May thought ‘screw it’ and tried to finished her scattered question. “Y-yet you enjoy using your diapers every day. So… what do you find special about pooping in diapers? How does it work? What’s the magic behind it all that makes you so aroused? I mean it's just a dirty diaper, full of poop and all right? I just… want to understand,” May told her, laying out some of the questions she had in her mind for the past month. “But… You’ve known of my fetish for a long time, Why are you asking me now?” Ashley questioned, even more confused. “Because… I didn’t know how to. I was… afraid,” May admitted. “You? Afraid?” Ashley asked, now worried about her friend. “I was afraid of asking you, I didn’t want to be but I was. Ever since…” May couldn’t finish her sentence, her anxiety was overwhelming her. However Ashley was already putting the pieces together in her head. “Ever since you found my diaper a month ago. When you learned of what I did, something clicked in you didn’t it? Something deep inside of you. That’s why you were showing off your mess, that’s why you wanted to grope my pampers,” Ashley noted. “However, there’s more to it than what I think it is right?” Ashley then proclaimed. “Y-y-yes, there’s something you never learned about me. Something from before I ever met you, haunting me ever since I found your diaper. It was like… I found a lost part of myself, something that I had even forgotten I had at all. But after realizing what it was, I became scared because I didn’t know what it meant about me. Then all of the other memories I shoved away came back at once, filling me with dread and shame. I remembered what I did, why, and hated myself for everything. But… I thought maybe you could help me overcome this, If only I could just tell you that I… I-I…” May said, trying to piece her thoughts together coherently. But before she could explain further, Ashley gently took hold of May’s hand, as a gesture of trust and comfort. She could tell May was mentally struggling severely and wanted to calm her down before she spiraled into a panic attack. Besides, by now she had enough contextual evidence to piece everything together. “I… remember how you used to be when we first met. You were quiet, scared, shy and always second guessing. I always wondered why, until you started to come out of your shell. You weren’t afraid of me, You were afraid of hurting me. You thought you would accidentally or intentionally push me away. Then I learned about your painful past before you met me; the person you used to be, and I finally understood your fear of hurting me. Yet I still felt like there was something missing. Mainly the motive behind your past actions. I had always felt you had something hiding deep within, but knowing your trauma, I decided to let it be,” Ashley softly spoke. May couldn’t react, she was beside herself now, no longer in the driver’s seat as she listened to Ashley lay it all out. “But now I finally get it. Everything changed when you found that diaper and heard my story. These events made you find something that you knew all along but never admitted. A secret you buried a long time ago out of fear and self hatred. The missing motive itself, and now I know what it is. The truth is… You are just like me. You wanted to wear diapers and use them like I do. You learned this in middle school but couldn’t understand why and feared what it meant for you, you feared what your friends and family would say or do to you if they ever found out. That's why you were the way you were back then, projecting out of fear and spite, hating this secret fact enough to openly hate it wherever you saw it. That is until your parents threw down the hammer over your behavior and forced you to take up counseling. As you slowly changed for the better, your secret was forgotten about completely as it caused so much pain. Now you face that truth again, a different person but still confused and afraid, but felt you could finally figure it out through me, but still feared that you would somehow hurt me, am I right?” Ashley finished. May was internally paralyzed, her brain was crashing like jets diving downward at mach 5. Her heart was beating faster than a V8 engine. How can she respond? Should she even? What would she say or how? Her insecurities were growing stronger, mentally pinning her down. It was like middle school all over again, nothing but unrelenting fear enveloping her being. But one thing was different now: When she felt unworthy and deserved loneliness, Ashley entered into her life and gave her a second chance. May gained hope in herself because of Ashley, and it was not something she ever intended to waste. So despite the chaos in her head, she dared to answer not only to her closest friend, but to herself too. “... Yes…” she whispered, a tear forming in her eye. “Yes. It’s true. All of it. I didn’t want to accept the truth. I was too scared to even try to understand. Everything I've done, everyone I've hurt, all over one stupid insignificant thing. Even after I realized what kind of horrible person I had become, and felt like I didn’t deserve to be redeemed. Even then I was still afraid. Even after we became friends, even after I listened to your wild adventure. What is wrong with me Ashley? Why can’t I just admit that I… I…” May couldn’t hold back her tears anymore as it all came crashing down on her. “I… Like… D-d-diapers… I wanted to wear diapers, to feel them around my waist, and to find out what it's like to piss and poop in them. And that paralyzed me so much, my brain kept saying the most awful things. So much fear, so much uncertainty. I didn’t know what to do. So I lashed out, fighting and bullying anyone who wore diapers for any reason! I was a horrible person because I felt like a sick freak! I lost all of my friends and pushed everyone else away! And over what!? Fucking diapers! I was hurting people over diapers, of all things! But worst of all… I always thought… I would push you away too… you, the person who gave me a second chance. Who helped me, who made me laugh again! I don’t want to hurt you ever! I just… I…” “Oh, my dear Marion,” Ashley spoke, embracing her tortured friend tightly. May cried and wailed into Ashley’s shoulder in great shame, having finally acknowledged to herself who she was at long last. May choked on her tears endlessly while in the comforting arms of her friend. The two stood together unseparated without a word until May’s tears finally ceased. Then Ashley held May eye to eye once again. “Listen to me Marion, and listen closely. You're not a horrible person. You're not the same spiteful middle-schooler you used to be. Who you were before no longer matters ok? You've been my best friend, because your humor and kindness is truly worth more than its weight in gold to me. All the memories we made mean something, because they helped me get through my darker nights. You're not a freak either, just for being different from other people. Liking diapers is not a crime, and it never will be. You shouldn’t have to ever hide your true self, especially from me. I’ll always be by your side no matter what, just as you have for me,” Ashley said, in earnest. Still emotional, May finally spoke back “I don’t deserve a second chance, and yet you still gave me one. Why?” “Because, I remember math class on my first day of high school, and I had found this mysterious beautiful new girl that I had never seen before. Long jet black hair, eyes as deep as the ocean, she certainly looked like a very interesting person. Yet this girl always looked scared and was always very lonely, walking all alone in her own little world. Why? It didn’t feel right for someone like this girl to be alone. So I made it my mission to learn all about her, and hopefully become her friend. That is how I met you Marion, and I’ve never regretted that decision. Ever. Especially when you came out of your shell and I finally got to meet the real you, the wisecracking comical troublemaker I’ve grown to deeply adore and care about. I don’t care what you say Marion, you are a good person. You do deserve to be happy, because you already earned your second chance,” Ashley proclaimed proudly. May wiped the remaining tears from her blue eyes and looked straight into Ashley’s. “My dear Ashley, where would I be without you?” May asked. “I don’t know Marion, I shudder to think what would happen to us both if we never met. Which is why I’m grateful that you're here with me,” Ashley assured. The two shared their hug for a little while longer, letting everything set in. For the first time ever May had confronted herself and her past, and with Ashley’s help, she came out the other side knowing her true nature at long last. Of course this was going to take time to get used to, May had been hiding these mental scars for years. Even now everything that’s happened feels so surreal. But May didn’t mind, she’s got the greatest friend ever by her side, she will heal and become stronger for it. Today, she was no longer afraid. “How are you feeling now?” Ashley asked, after pulling back from their long embrace. “A little shaky, but I’ll pull through,” May answered confidently. “Good, it hurts me deeply to see you in such pain you know,” Ashley admitted. “Aww, you're such a softy” May mused, appreciating her concern. “Seriously though, are you sure you're going to be ok? I mean, you had a lot to unpack all at once, not to mention you just thrust yourself into a fetish that encourages a lifestyle you're not used to,” Ashley asked, still worried about May’s mental state. However May already had an answer. “It’s definitely gonna be rough around the edges, I’ll give you that. There’s a lot I need to contemplate and accept, and it’ll take some time for sure. I just have to work this out on my own terms, and that includes getting used to the diaper thing. That’s going to be a little tricky, and probably a little weird. But to be honest, thanks to you I’m actually kinda stoked to learn more about it; No doubt I’ll have you to help me along the way, making it fun at every step.” Ashley smiled, satisfied by May’s admirable conviction. “Well, since everything has mostly calmed down. If you want, I can start helping you by telling you why I like pooping my pampers,” Ashley proposed. This caught May off guard. “Wait, you’re actually going to tell me?” May asked. “Well why not? You did ask nicely. Besides you're completely new to this, you're gonna need some kind of starting point,” Ashley answered happily. “I see where you're going with this. Okay then Ashley, hit me with it,” May said attentively. “Well it’s very simple for me, I was born this way. Unlike most who develop these desires in their teenage years like you, I had them from the very beginning. Not necessarily the sexual aspects, but just the mere idea of pooping in a diaper. Everything revolving around the act, from the moment my poop pokes the padding until the last bits bubbles out, feeds into my exhilaration. It just feels right to do, you know? Comforted by the warmth my crap radiates. Hearing it squelch as my pampers sag heavy with my load. Smelling the intoxicating strong odor as it enters my nose. Hell, just walking around wearing a full diaper, my poop all snug inside, is something else entirely. Personally I love soft mushy shit the most, cause it feels the best when it nestles in between my pampers and my butt cheeks; plus it's fun playing with a large bulge that's soft and squishy to the touch. Anyway, I’ve been mentally wired like this since forever, there’s no changing that. Even after I grew up and began gaining immense sexual pleasure from my diapers, deep down it is the act of pooping in diapers itself that is the magic that you are searching for. Of course that’s just me, everyone has their own reasons, and I doubt I’m the only one born automatically loving diapers. So yeah, there you have it.” “Well um… That was more straightforward than I was expecting,” May stated. “Eh? Were you looking for a more complex philosophical explanation?” Ashley asked, all smug. “To be honest, I didn’t know what to expect. But thanks for sharing with me still, it will certainly help me out in the long run,” May said. “My pleasure,” Ashley bowed happily. “... Ashley?” May paused for a second, looking deep into Ashley’s attentive eyes, “Thank you, for everything.” Ashley’s smile widened, as she walked up to May once more, this time to give her a small kiss on her soft cheek. “Anytime, Marion. You helped me in my darkest moments, I wouldn’t be worth spit if I didn’t do the same for you,” Ashley spoke gently. She then motioned closer to whisper into May’s ear, “Even if you stink really bad, poopy butt.” With that, Ashley had ruined the wholesome moment. May couldn’t help but laugh though, almost forgetting that they were both wearing undergarments full of waste. “You know you stink too, you cheeky goofball,” May said joyfully, to a mischievous smirking Ashley. After their exchange, both ladies returned to the stalls to clean themselves up. Then they met back at the sinks to quickly wash their hands. As they finally left the bathroom and went outside, one last question popped into May’s head. “Hey Ash, how exactly did you figure me out back there?” she asked. “Heh, sounds like someone hasn't been paying attention to the professor’s lectures,” Ashley chuckled. May immediately felt duped, because she knew that their prior class was in fact psychology, one of Ashley’s favorite courses. “Well… shit,” May said, feeling delightfully defeated. *** Later that night, Ashley was sound asleep in her bed, but May was still awake staring at the ceiling. She was busy contemplating the events that transpired today. Looking back, it was silly that it all transpired in an empty public restroom. Still everything started to make some sort of sense, even though some parts still felt unreal and crazy. A lot of it still hurts deep down, but May had Ashley’s kindred words to soothe her pain. She wasn’t going to let her fears control her anymore, that’s for sure. With Ashley by her side, there wasn’t anything she couldn’t do. She will be sure to help Ashley too, she had already conquered her pain long ago, but sadly she still had occasional depressive episodes every now and then. Still May was by her side to help every time, and she had no intention to leave Ashley on her own, not when she had helped May so much already. Though strangely, the diaper thing made the most sense to her. After hearing Ashley open up about her interest in diapers, It just somehow added up to an absurd degree. This could explain how doing the same with underwear wouldn’t work. Though it kind of felt good to push all her poop out, and to grope that poopy diaper as well, May didn’t bother to deny this to herself. It was like trying to put together an equation, a diaper equation per say. Maybe Ashley will even let her try her diapers on whenever she feels ready for them. That mere idea actually sounded pretty embarrassing, yet positively energizing at the same time. She wondered what her own diaper would feel, especially after she poops in it. Who knows what’ll happen; But for now, baby steps until she works out everything. Turning to her side, she could see Ashley sleeping in her bed, even in the pale darkness. Her hair draped over her cute freckled face as she slept peacefully. Ashley has done so much for her, out of her bottomless kindness, and have always enjoyed May’s crude and sarcastic humor. May never had someone like her ever in her life, she was truly something special. May felt determined to give her that same amount of joy and happiness ever since they became close friends. Especially now, for something new was brewing inside May. Something different, not in her head, but in her tightening chest. An emotion, one that hurts in a good way. May smiled, feeling a blush burn furiously in her cheeks. Her head was now filling up with new thoughts, bristling with sweet happiness and laughter. She knew what this emotion was, and who it was for. May didn’t mind these feelings, in fact she welcomed them fearlessly. Her final secret, one she looked forward to challenging head on in the future. Ashley and May will return…

Hmm... I'll be honest, I never thought of doing a play date scenario. Though I'm not well versed in AB related things, it still sounds very appealing. I'll keep a note of it in my story cheat sheet so I won't forget. Glad you enjoyed the story and thanks for sharing your ideas 🙂👍 Don't worry, I might take forever to finish these tales, but I don't aim to just give up. I'm having too much fun with this fiction to just abandon it 👍

DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours; Plus this story and all others are part of the same reality. Here's the big one though: The story contains diaper pooping. I know this site is mostly about wetting and most don't care about pooping. So if you don't like that sort of thing and don't want to read this story, that's perfectly fine by me. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story anyhow. A Fun Stinky Convention Autumn has finally arrived as embracing cold winds blow throughout the coastal Omutsu-suki City, leaves have already begun changing their colors as they fall from their trees onto the streets of the city. Despite the chilly weather, the populace of Omutsu-suki continue to enjoy their daily lives; Running their shops and relaxing in the city park as comfortably as any person can. However this simple October day was different from others for Omutsu-suki City, as the urban center was more active with people all bristling with positive emotions while snug in their sweaters and hoodies. The reason for this unusual excitement lies within the city’s convention center, as this year Omutsu-suki has been chosen to host the annual Diaper Enthusiast Soiling Opportunist Convention (a.k.a the D.E.S.O Convention). Many diaper enthusiasts and soiling opportunists, from nearby cities to far away countries, would always conjugate towards the D.E.S.O Convention no matter where it was held every year. Even the locals within the city itself flock to the convention with great excitement, as Omutsu-suki City is well known to have the largest D.E.S.O community in the world. So hosting the D.E.S.O Convention for Omutsu-suki is always seen as a great honor whenever the event comes around to their corner of the world. As many people have been to this convention multiple times before, just as many would be visiting this event for the first time in their lives. “Emma, hey Emma. Time to wake up sweetie, we’re finally here,” A 21 year old Danny gently whispered, who was gently trying to awaken his sleeping 20 year old girlfriend Emma. After traveling since dawn from their hometown, Emma had fallen asleep hours ago while Danny drove, but now her eyes were slowly opening up to see the Convention Center nearby. Seeing the D.E.S.O banners hanging from the building immediately filled her with joy and excitement. “Oh my god, we’re really here! I can’t believe we’re actually here!” Emma exclaimed. “Well I did promise to help you experience your first D.E.S.O convention by any means, and I always keep my promises, especially to the woman who has changed my life,” said Danny to assure Emma wasn’t daydreaming. Emma had always wanted to go to the D.E.S.O convention for the longest time but never could afford to, and now she was finally here for the first time ever thanks to her boyfriend’s affectionate support. Emma couldn’t help but hug Danny tightly but lovingly. “You're the best boyfriend ever, you know that?” Emma said. “Only because I have the best girlfriend ever,” Danny replied, hugging Emma back with tender care, “Now let's get going, we got a whole day to enjoy our first convention together.” Thus the couple left their car and walked eagerly toward the bustling convention center. As they entered the building’s lobby following the vibrate crowds, Danny could hear a recognizable crinkling emanating not just from Emma, but from others around him. He smiled to himself, knowing that Emma was going to have a blast interacting with other diaper enthusiasts like her for the first time. After all Emma had very little exposure to people like her growing up. While her friends and family supported her odd diaper loving lifestyle, she was often self conscious about herself, but always wanted to meet other D.E’s and experience the interesting culture of the D.E.S.O in person. Reaching registration right outside the main exhibit hall, Danny and Emma quickly obtained their I.D bracelets that will allow them to enter and exit the event at any time, as well as a booklet of the convention’s activities and attractions. Then they merged into the shortest line into the exhibition hall only stopping to show security their I.D bracelets. Now mere inches away from the fun, Emma’s excitement was at its peak. “You ready?” Danny asked her. “Oh hell yes, let's go!” Emma squealed joyfully. Together they stepped into the hall and bore witness to an extraordinary sight that left both in awe. First off, the hall’s ceiling was retracted to reveal the open sky above bringing fresh autumn air into the massive room. The whole room was packed with people, stalls, booths, and much more, displaying all sorts of D.E.S.O items and merchandise of many kinds. Original artwork including explicit art, comics and animations revolving around diapers, pacifiers and onesies for adult babies, special diapers and undergarments. This convention had it all. Also most participants, whether wearing normal clothes or cosplay, had their undergarments in full display for everyone to see. Underwear, diapers, pull-ups, you name it. “W-w-wow,” Emma stuttered, amazed at the spectacle in front of her. For so long she had dreamed of what this convention would look like, and now it seemed her imaginations were closer to reality than she thought. However, as the two approached the crowds, Emma’s nose detected something faint but present in the air. A familiar pungent stink that radiated from her dirtiest diapers, that’s when she discovered the most outlandish aspect of this particular convention. Emma observed a nearby anime cos-player's visible diaper as it appeared suspiciously soggy, wet, and stained yellow. Then as the cos-player turned to pose for a picture, Emma found that the cos-player also had a recognizable plump brown bulge in their diaper. An excited smile crept across Emma’s face as she quickly realized that the cos-player wasn't the only one who was wearing a full diaper. “D-Danny, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” she asked, struggling to acknowledge what was happening around her. Yet as she turned to him, Danny held a smug satisfied look on his face. “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. All participants of the convention are allowed to wet and mess themselves freely as long as you change before leaving the exhibition hall,” Danny nonchalantly revealed. Emma stood stunned. The phrase “Wet and mess yourself freely” kept repeating itself in her mind. No way this is real, no way anyone can be allowed to do that publicly, you’d normally be heavily fined or even arrested! And yet here these people are enjoying themselves while wearing messy undergarments without getting in trouble, hell even the few security guards that are out patrolling aren’t doing anything but protecting the convention. “W-W-What?” Emma stammered. “Yep, it's perfectly legit for the event. I figured it would be fun to see you find out in the flesh, so surprise!” Danny told her with confident vigor, watching Emma quickly fill up with even more excitement as it all sank in. “Oh my god, this is the best convention ever!” Emma exclaimed. “And we have only just begun. So my dear, shall we begin our journey?” Danny asked, offering his hand to her in a gentleman like manner. Emma was ecstatic as ever to begin this crazy adventure, but as she grasped Danny’s hand, an idea popped into her head. “Um, before we do. Can I do something real quick?” Emma asked. Danny nodded and waited patiently as Emma began to undo her jeans. A pampers diaper as white as snow was revealed taped around Emma’s waist, puffy and soft like a pillow. “You always looked really cute wearing your diapers,” Danny admitted, blushing as hard as Emma was. “You're too sweet Danny. Ok, now I’m ready,” Emma said, laying her jeans into her personnel diaper bag. Hand in hand, the couple began exploring the convention’s unconventional machinations with great curiosity. Danny and Emma managed to meet many people from around the world with their own D.E.S.O customs, and took pictures with cos-players of countless varieties both clean and dirty. Scavenging through the endless booths, the couple collected many handcrafted souvenirs and carried them in a decorative bag to take home. Emma got herself a ‘I love diapers’ sweater for the brisk fall, while Danny bought a diaper novel from a writer Emma had always recommended to him for ages. Emma engaged with people like herself who shared their enthralling stories, often while wearing full diapers or underwear, and shared her own tales with these colleagues for the first time. She had never felt so open and accepted before today as she often kept herself anxiously reclusive to others outside her friends and family. But today, none of her fears dared to challenge her. Danny stood by happily seeing her overcoming her anxiety as he had hoped she would be here with fellow peers. Later on after a hefty lunch in an adjacent smaller exhibition hall acting as a cafeteria, the two split up to cover more ground and see what mischief they could find on their own. Thus Emma found herself near a booth selling exotic enemas and laxatives when she noticed a minor competition being hosted nearby. Unfortunately it was a messing competition that she had just missed, but that didn’t dampen Emma’s intrigue as she joined the onlookers and watched the contestants' receive their awards. Enticed by the stink in the air, her eyes became allured by the contents in the contestants’ undergarments. From last place to 1st, everyone had an impressive bulge of poop snuggled in their diapers and pull-ups, each load bigger than the last. Naturally 1st place won with huge messy shit the size of a melon in their pampers. However something deep within Emma was now beginning to stir due to her fixation on the winner’s poopy diaper. Certain thoughts in Emma’s psyche had been slowly growing in strength with every person she encountered wearing dirty diapers, and to say the winner’s smelly pampers were 100% full was apt. Emma could observe the bulge sag heavy and plump, soft mush warmly packed into the brown padding without spilling out. All these dirty details swirling in her head had accelerated Emma’s desire to use her own pampers. Of course Emma was determined to be patient, her soft diaper will experience her own amassed load soon enough. Still, being close to the contestants poopy diapers had ensured Emma’s nose to intake their intoxicating stink. This enriched stench was enough to influence Emma to relax her bladder, resulting in a gentle flood of pee to soak into her pampers with a squishy hiss. Emma sighs, satisfied feeling her padding turn warm, soggy, and bright yellow. After a photographer immortalized the top 3 winners' messy victory for his magazine, the crowd then dispersed to move on to other activities and events. Emma, trying to distract herself from rubbing her wet pampers openly, wandered aimlessly until she found an interesting diaper booth. A friendly young man was selling diapers of all varieties including handcrafted modified versions meant for custom specifications. Just as Emma began to browse these puffy modded products, a voice was heard from behind. “Hello Andy, did you miss me?” A stranger asked the booth owner. A local girl close to Emma’s age approached the booth, sporting short brown hair, bright green eyes enhanced by a pair of glasses, and speckled with cute light freckles. The stranger also wore a crimson hoodie and a white short skirt, poorly concealing a very dirty diaper. “Ey, My favorite customer! It’s always great to see you! How have you been doing?” Andy responded with great joy. “I’m doing great. By the way, thank you for your previous recommendations, my new diet has been creating amazing ‘results’ to say the least,” The stranger winked, pointing at the poopy bulge in her diaper. “You're very welcome, it's always a pleasure helping old friends. Speaking of which, I believe I’ve got your favorite diaper brand in stock today!” Andy announced. “Oh fantastic, your timing is impeccable! I was beginning to run out of pampers and I haven’t gotten anymore yet,” The local hopped excitedly. “Well then, I’d better go get them right away. Might be a minute though cause I think it's at the bottom of all my products,” Andy said heading to the back of the booth. “No worries Andy, take your time,” The stranger encouraged. With the pleasantries exchanged, the local stranger waited patiently and started browsing the other diapers just as Emma continued with her own browsing. One product in particular caught Emma’s interest, a hefty pack of modified diapers nicknamed pamper-packers. This package held 100 pampers that advertised several impressive capacity upgrades, specifically for people who tend to create excessive amounts of waste. Emma blushed yet smiled fondly, she was definitely that kind of person, remembering her past blowouts due to her pampers not always being able to handle her bigger loads. Thinking of these stinky memories, Emma begins taking quick glances at the stranger’s full diaper. She slowly motions closer, smelling all of the shit inside the diaper. However Emma finds herself caught as she sees the local looking straight into her eye with a mischievous smirk on her face. Embarrassed, Emma hurriedly looks away, cursing herself for being so perverted. But then she hears something unexpected. “Did you like what you were seeing?” The stranger giggled. Emma, out of confusion, nervously established eye contact again. Only to find the local girl smiling at her, while waving her padded butt side to side, trying to tempt Emma on purpose. Feeling unsure how to react to the stranger’s question, Emma slowly nodded while blushing hard at the stranger. “Heh, no worries, it’s ok to look. Why else could we wear our undergarments publicly here? Besides, I've peeked at many people’s dirty diapers too, so I’m just as guilty of being a little naughty,” The stranger assured. Emma sighs, relieved to know she wasn’t in any trouble. “So, are you gonna share what you think of my diaper?” The local suddenly asked. Emma was surprised, she didn’t think she would be commenting on someone's messy diaper. But then again, the poopy diaper did look enthralling, and she didn’t want to lie. “Honestly? Your diaper looks so hypnotically poopy, I wish I had watched you stuff it up brown and full. No doubt your load of pungent poop feels incredible, sharing all of its warmth and cushiness with you while nestled inside your diaper,” Emma revealed. Now it was the stranger’s turn to be surprised by Emma’s words. “My my, thank you very much, I held it in for days to get the load just right. You’d be right too, It's really comfy feeling the mushy shit in my diaper,” The girl said. “I’d bet. Oh, my name is Emma by the way,” Emma greeted, extending her hand to the stranger. “Oh right, where are my manners?” The local girl said, as her hand reached out and met Emma's hand, “My name is Ashley.” “So Emma, interested in the pamper-packers?” Ashley asked. Emma again nodded happily. “Those diapers are really well made. Andy outdid himself when he modified them, they can hold a lot inside them without any issue,” Ashley stated. “Oh really? Have you used them before?” Emma asked, intrigued. “Oh yeah I’ve tried most of these diapers including the pamper-packers over the years.” Ashley answered. “Interesting. See, my metabolism tends to make a lot of poop in my pampers, and they don’t always hold up well,” Emma responded, feeling a little embarrassed to have admitted this fact openly. “Cool beans, honestly I wish I was more like that. To me, nothing beats making a really messy diaper. Even better if you can make a lot of soft mush inside,” Ashley proudly proclaimed, easing Emma’s embarrassment. “I agree. Feeling my padding fill up all warm and heavy is quite an exotic and unique pleasure,” Emma smiled, invigorated by Ashley’s demeanor. “Indeed. After all, poop belongs in diapers,” Ashley comments. “Poop belongs in diapers huh? I like that,” Emma grins at the enticing idea. Convinced by Ashley, Emma bought the pamper-packers, just as Andy brought Ashley’s diaper pack for purchase. Afterwards the two new friends continued chatting a little while longer, until Ashley had to go change her diaper to start going home. Emma meanwhile added Ashley to her phone contacts, then texts Danny her location near some private changing stalls, so they can reunite. While waiting for Danny however, Emma begins to fidget. Her anus was now beginning to be besieged by a large load of poop begging to come out. She was ecstatic, ripping loud brassy farts from her padded butt without restraint. “Aaahh, that felt nice to let out. Smells very stinky too,” Emma giggled to herself, catching a whiff of her own gas. This was immediately followed by loud gurgling from her stomach, as she bent her knee slightly and let out more wet farts. Remaining in this bent stance, Emma begins pushing, “It’s time… to fill… my pampers… with a lot… of… of...” Emma struggled to put words together, overtaken by her intense emotions fueled by a thick brown log plopping out into her padding, swelling the seat of her pampers outward. The poop was thick and firm, pouring out slowly to coil up softly into a large warm pile in her diaper. Sensing her 1st thick log nearly out of her body, Emma involuntarily pushes the 2nd log out, aiming to dump all the shit she saved up into her diaper. Thus, her pampers continued expanding with a brown lumpy bulge, steadily overstimulating Emma’s senses. Her butt equally produced stinky farts a plenty, the gas unleashed alongside each plop of warm slimy thick logs of pure poop defining every lump and bump formed by her pampers. Feeling her shit spread everywhere, from over her buttocks to underneath her crotch; Emma’s bladder released a new wave of piss into her still soaked diaper, making the wet padding more soggy and yellow than before. Taking in more and more pee and poop was now taking its toll on the pampers, its waistband was pulled down by the weight until Emma’s butt crack was partially visible, yet the diaper still kept growing with every mounting waste without weakening or leaking. “P-p-p-poopies,” Emma moaned in ecstasy, pushing out the last log of poop into her bloated diaper. By now her pampers were so drenched and full that only the taping has retained its original color, the rest of the diaper was a mix of wet golden yellow and nasty dark brown. With one final plop and a subtle squish, the last log fully ejected from Emma’s butt, mingling itself with the huge mass of poop warm and snug within the pampers. Shortly afterwards, Emma’s pee had begun to slow into a light trickle just as the last farts blurted themselves out. “Aaaahhhh ha ha ha,” Emma sighs shakenly. Never has she pissed and shit her diaper this much before, let alone without having a massive blowout or just straight up snapping from the weight. Yet Emma stands with pampers carrying what felt like 2 or 3 pounds of poop and an entire gallon of pee. Intensely aroused, Emma embraces the urge to rub her diaper front and back, everything inside reacting to her actions by squelching softly at her. Her right hand feeling the many lumps representing the warm messy logs settled and conjoined together through the dirty padding. “Wow-wow. I've never seen you go all out in your diaper like that before,” A voice said nearby, a voice Emma recognized as Danny’s. She turned around to see him smiling at her, impressed by her little accident. “Wha? How long were you standing there?” Emma asked, smiling sheepishly while blushing profusely. “Shortly after you texted me, I turned left and walked past 3 booths until I found you. I was gonna get your attention, but then your pampers started swelling and turning brown. So I decided to wait and watch the show instead,” Danny answered, staring at Emma’s full diaper with the intent of photographing it with his phone. Emma giggled, this was the first time Danny had watched her use her diapers, let alone capturing her deed with pictures. So she decided to tease him a little. “Well, did you enjoy watching your cute girlfriend fill her diaper with lots and lots of warm stinky poopies?” Emma inquired Danny, showing off her brown bulging diaper at his flashing camera. Danny then approached Emma and wrapped his arms around her in a gentle embrace. “Yes, watching you pooping your diaper full was absolutely arousing. Plus you look even cuter when you're wearing a stinky dirty diaper,” Danny whispered into Emma’s ear, enticing excitement into her, “However, I’m afraid it's time that I get you changed.” Emma frowned, she wanted to wear her pampers a little while longer, with all her warm poopy logs snug and smushed inside. “Do I really have to Danny?” she asked. “I know you want to stay in your messy diaper, normally I wouldn’t mind. But it's nearly time to head home, and you need to change first before we leave or else we’ll get in serious trouble,” Danny explained. Emma didn’t want to admit it, but she knew he was correct. The pair had spent the entire day in the convention and now it was only an hour before the building closes. So Emma reluctantly nods to Danny in agreement, following him into one of the changing stalls to change her diaper. As Danny opens the diaper bag to extract wipes and a fresh diaper, Emma settles herself onto the changing table. Despite her cautious attempts, her pampers struggled to prevent a blowout as she sat down. Emma can hear and feel the contents of her full pampers squelch loudly, sending exhilaration up her spine as her warm poop squish and smush together with barely any room left. Laying down, Emma hears one of her pampers’ tapes finally snap from the stress. Then Danny approached bearing her diaper supplies, ready to change her. Seeing Emma laying down innocently with her bulging dirty diaper in open view, Danny felt bad for cutting her fun short. He fully admits to himself that watching Emma shit herself and play with her poopy diaper was a huge turn on, much like it was for Emma herself. To show his sympathy, Danny gently settled his hand on her pamper’s brown bulge, massaging the poop inside enough to make Emma pant softly. Still both knew she needs to be changed regardless, thus Emma silently nods at Danny while still panting, granting him permission to start undoing her pampers. While he had changed her diapers before, it took a whole 10 minutes to clean up Emma’s caked butt thoroughly due to the mass of stubborn brown waste acting like a thick paste. Danny, despite his struggling and continual wastage of cleaning supplies, remained focused and managed to get Emma fully sanitized and wrapped in a fresh clean diaper. After putting her jeans back on, Emma and Danny turned to the poopy diaper to strap it shut and throw it away. As they did, both noted how close the tortured padding was to tearing apart, seeing the structural damage done by the massive smushed pile of steaming stinky shit smothered inside. With the dirty pampers now in the trash alongside other used diapers, the couple left the stalls and followed the crowds once again, this time to the exits. Danny held Emma’s hand as they left the main hall, carrying all the novelties they gained from their experience. Heading outside, the pair viewed the start of an autumn sunset in the distance, filling the skies with beautiful colors. Finally separating from the crowds, Emma was aware that she wasn’t the only one crinkling as they walked. Quickly peeking at Danny’s waist, she found the recognizable puffy bulk of a diaper showing through his pants. Danny never wore diapers before now, so this discovery had Emma thinking up all sorts of interesting activities for the two of them. For now it was time to go home, as they arrived back at their car, loaded their things into the backseat, and buckled in themselves. “Thanks for bringing me here Danny, I had a ton of fun,” Emma told him. Danny agreed “Your welcome sweetie, I had fun too. We're definitely gonna make this a regular thing, starting with next year’s convention.” Emma smiled, thinking back on everything that she had experienced today. Her mental highlights include meeting and befriending Ashley along with the largest diaper pooping episode she had undertaken so far. The idea of the next fun stinky convention was something she definitely looked forward to as Danny pulled the car out of the parking lot and onward home. The End. Author's Note: My my, this took longer than I intended, but finally I have finished this story that had been in my mind for a long time. This was very challenging for me to type up in a coherent manner, but also very fun trying to wield this crazy idea into a believable setting. But regardless I hope everyone enjoyed the story and let me know if you wish such an convention like this actually existed for us to enjoy. I certainly would like to visit a real event like this. Have fun and the Emperor protects!

DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours; Plus this story and all others are part of the same reality. Here's the big one though: The story contains diaper pooping as well as panty pooping. I know this site is mostly about wetting and most don't care about pooping. So if you don't like that sort of thing and don't want to read this story, that's perfectly fine by me. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story anyhow. A Filthy Night Shift “BLLARRTT!!!” “Alright, time to come out now, mmph!...” 26 year old Patrick said to himself, as he sat on a public toilet enjoying the sensation of shit slithering out into the awaiting padding of a Luvs diaper. The warm solid poop softly coiled and nestled itself fondly, the diaper forming a lovely brown bulge in response, growing heavy for the newly added stinky mass inside of it. Even the red briefs Patrick wore over his diaper had a slowly swelling mound of its own, obviously revealing the stuffing of his Luvs full of intoxicating waste. As soon as the first long log fully exited Patrick’s ass, a second thick log of crap followed into the diaper, the bulge further accommodated the ever increasing filth. “Ahhh, this feels so much better,” Patrick told himself, getting lost in the smell of feces. BLOOORCH!!! SSPPLOOORRCH!!!” He had been holding in a ton of poop for three days, all the way up till he arrived at the public library for his janitorial night shift. After clocking in at 9:30 PM, all the built up waste inside his body begged him to finally be unleashed into his diaper. Reaching the toilets with his excitement painted all over his face, Patrick had his red underwear snugly hugging his DESO made Luvs diaper, now fulfilling swollen from the large brown creation he was currently shitting out. Patrick felt relieved as his second turd finally left his ass with a satisfying wet fart and settled with the first log all snug like, thus Patrick finished pooping his diaper. Well for now at least, Patrick could feel there was much more excrement brewing inside of him, content to be patient for the right time to come out. Patrick smiled as his hands gently felt the brown cantaloupe sized bulge he had made in his poopy diaper. His gentle snug poop radiated an enriching warmth, felt by his hands even though the soiled padding, underwear, and work gloves he wore. “My my, this load feels absolutely amazing. Jane’s cooking at its finest,” Patrick said, thanking his wife for her amazing culinary skills. Jane’s food always filled both their diapers to the brim, exactly as the loving couple enjoyed together. Now though he was done diaper pooping, he had a whole night shift to start. So without any hesitation Patrick pulled up his pants over his loaded undergarments, left the stall to wash his hands, and headed straight to his janitor’s closet. Tonight the Library had all its janitors working, cutting Patrick’s workload in half. The library was pretty big compared to most other common libraries, so there was a lot of ground to cover even with help. Although this also means the other janitors would be taking care of different sections across the building, so Patrick could work all night without ever seeing the other janitors, wearing his full undergarments in total secrecy. Patrick smiled at this fact as he started off at the computer labs with his chemical cart to deep clean the computers, desks, and carpeting, then he planned to tidy up the nearest bookshelves in the non-fiction section. All the while Patrick’s pants concealed the stinking bulge sagging in his diaper and underwear. The logs of shit being lightly squeezed in between the diaper and his butt-crack as Patrick moved around doing his job. Patrick doesn't usually wear a poopy diaper while working, but every once in a while he would have a smelly warmth in his pants as he goes along with his shift. However hours of cleaning later in the science area, gurgling was heard coming from his guts as pressure began to build up again. As Patrick started toward the bathrooms to do his business, he considered his Luvs were already messy and no one was around, so he figured “Eh screw it, pooping my diaper again right now wouldn’t hurt.” Cleaning the textbook racks, Patrick relaxed his body to allow the messing to commence without pushing. "krinkl... krakl-krrkl-” Soft crackling emanated from Patrick’s butt, as fresh poop began flowing out of his butt and joined with the big turds already in the diaper. Though these new logs were smaller and softer than the first two, they were still firm and were more plentiful as one after another plopped themselves into the comfy poopy bulge, expanding bigger and heavier. Gentle wet farts bubbled along with the fulfilling brown mush, adding an extra delightful stink to the air. Patrick sighed contently, trying not to mind the soft warmth collecting in his diaper. Despite his efforts to focus on his job, his dirty diaper’s mound had entranced his thoughts completely as it enlarged double in its former size, packed and sagging with muddy excrement, making Patrick and his genitals increasingly aroused. After a solid minute, Patrick finished pooping as his Luvs diaper had become very plump and poopy. Patrick of course didn’t really pay any mind, returning to the restroom to change while he massaged his massive smelly dump with his left hand with gentle care. Reaching the restroom’s stalls Patrick undid his pants and underwear, revealing his huge stinky dirty diaper painted deep brown. With the naughtiest grin on Patrick’s face, his left hand returned to the diaper and softly pressed into the bulge hearing the most satisfying mushy *squish* ever. “My god… This huge lush load of poopy, feels so irresistibly warm and comfy! I really wish I didn’t have to change this addictive full diaper,” Patrick said, fondling his loudly squelching mess with glee. Indeed it was a shame to get rid of such a dirty diaper before fully enjoying its pleasing thrills, however realistically it will only become a further distraction from Patrick’s job. Besides, there's always next time. Removing his Luvs and using the stall’s supplies, Patrick cleaned himself with impressive speed and efficiency, being well acquainted with cleaning himself from past hyper messes. Though as he wrapped up his soiled diaper to be thrown away, Patrick realized something crucial. “Aw crap, I forgot to take spare diapers with me to work,” Patrick reflected, meaning he only has his red undies now to wear. “Jeez, I’m always forgetting something. Oh well, underwear will do,” Patrick told himself. With that said, Patrick threw away his poopy diaper into the waste bin and slipped his briefs and pants back on to continue his night uninterrupted. Hours passed as they usually do at the Library, nearing 7 AM and an anticipated sunrise. Patrick nearing the end of his shift tired and weary now, he had sanitized his entire zone throughout the night including the restrooms themselves. Now he was putting away his gear neatly as he could, satisfied with his hard work and earlier messing. Occupied with the thought of going back home to Jane, Patrick made his weary way back to the clock in/clock out terminal to punch out. However as he finished his shift at last, sighing with gentle content, he felt his bladder turn full and ready for release as soon as possible. With Patrick’s thoughts still distracted, he automatically walked over to the nearby restroom to do his morning piss. Entering a random stall Patrick undid his pants and sat on the toilet with his underwear on display. Without a diaper to use, his undies will have to endure the rush of his yellow flood, nothing new for him really. “Psssssshhhhhh” Without any resistance, Patrick allowed his bladder to begin peeing his undies, the front of which was quickly drenched warmly with such liquid sensation. Flowing eagerly into absorbing fabric his pee obeyed gravity and directed downward, soaking everything below with a spreading dark wet patch. Patrick sighed with relief hearing the dribbles of piss falling into the toilet from his soggy underwear. Lulled by his pee’s enriching warmth as it soaked the rear of his underwear, Patrick became distracted from something familiar now awaiting within, urgent to be unleashed. “BBBRRAAAAAPPP!!!” “What the- umph…” Patrick thought, caught completely off guard. An audible fart announced a sudden eruption of vast brown substances into his red briefs, spreading a smelly mass of shit out everywhere with ease. His bowels had secretly created pure mud like mush, so soft, warm, and squishy, Patrick couldn’t help but moan with pleasure feeling his wet undies fill up with warm mud. The poopy bulge in his underwear grew swollen with such speed and size, it became as fully stuffed with stinky waste as his previous messy diaper within 30 whole seconds. “Ahhhhh…” Patrick sighed happily, touching the muddy mound in his briefs, hearing it softly squelch with the slightest pressure from his hands. “My underwear feels incredible, so soaked and very poopy. To toss away my undies like this without a second thought would be an absolute waste,” He said to himself, fondling his wet crotch and making poke marks with the stinky mush in his undies. With renewed vigor, Patrick stood up, pulling his pants upward. This pressed the mushy shit into a warming hug against his bum once again like before. Washing his hands and leaving the restroom, Patrick set himself to return home from his job, all the while carrying something bulging and smelly in his pants to be enjoyed at home. No doubt his wife will find it odd to see him wearing underwear full of poop, but will enjoy the sight and smell of his mess regardless just as he’ll enjoy the messy diaper that she definitely has saved up for him. Exiting the library’s rear entrance, Patrick walked over to his car knowing full well what was going to happen. Entering his car, he sat down into the driver seat with an excited grin. “SSQQUUEELLCCHH!!!” “Ah-haha! Oh this big mushy shit is so exquisite!” Patrick’s euphoria peaked as he felt all his soft crap squish and squelch everywhere in his undies. Overall another ordinary night shift set and done, as Patrick started his car and headed home while occasionally grinding his dirty butt against his seat, eager to have some personal time with his wife and his mess.

DISCLAIMER: Hello There, so this story is one of my real experiences, not a part of my usual stories. Here's the big one though: The tale contains diaper messing/pooping and wetting. If you don't like that sort of thing and don't want to read this story, that's perfectly fine by me, just giving you a heads up. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy anyhow. August 11th, Thursday. I had spent the whole day with my dear younger sister, enjoying her first time seeing the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I'm happy to say she enjoyed the series with legolas being her favorite badass. Though while I had fun with her, deep inside me was a growing need for the restroom. For context, I haven't pooped at all the past week (I know not a good sign, I'm trying to eat healthier) and I had food earlier that week meant for my naughty diaper shenanigans, thanks to my luck in finding a tumblr post full of useful info about stool production. Now all I'd eaten before was begging to come out, not yet though. I wanted to spend time with my sister first, then afterwards I would unleash my load into the padding of a diaper. The whole day went by with fun watching the movies and even having dinner at the local Bob Evans, but the need for the bathroom grew with intensity. At some point the need for pee rose as well adding more pressure to my insides. By the time I dropped off my sister at my parents house around 10 o'clock, the desperation became so great it became very painful. Rushing home I did my best not to prematurely shit myself as I drove. Once home I went to my room to fetch a goodnites pull-ups diaper size XL and went into the bathroom. With haste I replaced my underwear with my pull-ups to the bathtub and finally relaxed my body. My poop was slow at first after being held in most of the day it was unsure whether or not it was time to come out. My pee however eagerly flowed into my pull-ups padding, soaking the entire front with yellow warmth. Sensing no more resistance from me and lightly touching the seat of my pull-ups, soft muddy poop began to steadily fill up the empty space in between my pull-ups and my butt. As all this was happening all I felt was relief and satisfaction with the pressure finally gone and the feeling of my diaper being loaded. My bladder emptied quickly swelling the front of my pull-ups with a lot of piss, when there wasn't any room left in the swollen padding, my pee leaked out the left edge down my leg to the bathtub below. Meanwhile the back of my diaper was being packed with a lot of brown mush, warm and smelly. Yet even though a lot of poop found itself in my pull-up's notable poopy bulge, more was still in me that wasn't coming out. In response, I stepped out of the bathtub and knelt down onto the floor. Now with my legs spread out and on my knees, the rest of my mess eventually found its way out of me with a few pushes, bubbling out all muddy and mushy reuniting with the mess in my pull-ups. Standing up I made my way to the mirror to see the mess I made, my diaper heavy with poop and swollen with pee. This messing was also the largest I had made in pull-ups in particular, at least my largest so far *wink.* Feeling mischievous I walked into my room gently patted and rubbed my warm bugle with a growing sense of desire. Then just like my character Ashley from my first story, I pressed my hand into the bulge and began playing around with the poop inside my pull-ups. It was so pleasuring feeling all my mushy poop sloshing in my diaper while hearing it squelch loudly made me a little turned on. I had decided to wear the full pull-ups for a few hours, playing with the bulge here and there until I returned to the bathroom to clean up at last. This task was a bitch to do as there was a lot of poop to clean off my ass with just toilet paper and i didn't want to wake my roommate at all. Still I was able to clean up most of my mess and I did a deep clean later on in the morning with a shower before going to work. As for the poopy diaper, I had saw how full it was after taking it off and wrapped it up and placed it in a trash bag to be thrown away later. I'm definitely going to try to change my diet up as best I can not just to enjoy future massive panty/diaper pooping but also to ensure my health doesn't worsen as I try to push forward with important plans. Hopefully this doesn't bleed me dry of my finances as being in retail can't guarantee a supportive pay. Only time will tell what will happen next.