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  1. 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.
  2. Hello there, Its been a while since I've been active here. I apologize for the silence I really do, a lot has happened in my personal life that have taken my attention as of late, Important things like trying to find cheaper apartments to live in and a new job to pay for it (preferably nothing like my current retail job). It's not been easy, the stress and failures I've suffered had stole all my motivation as well. So until all of the my adult responsibilities are taken care of, my messing storytelling will be on hold until the beginning of October. Fear not though, when I have time and motivation I will try to work on my stories. In the meantime however, I've had the Idea of writing out some of my panty pooping/diaper pooping experiences from the past and of recent memory, so that I can keep in touch with my want of storytelling as well as giving you wonderful people something to read. I've already got one experience that I'd like to type up once this status update is done. So that's all my friends, I wish you all well and safe out there in this strange world.

  3. 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. Also there is minor mention of depression in this story as well as heavy sexual activities, just letting you know. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story anyhow. A Naughty Anniversary The sun began its dawn showering a peaceful suburbia with a soft welcoming light, beginning a special day for two special people. In one of the cul-de-sac houses, laid 24-year old Claire sleeping soundly in her bed in nothing but colorful pull-ups and a white bra, dreaming about her special someone. Then the clock beside her bed began to chirp loudly, waking Claire up from her dream. Silencing the clock, she looked at the time and date: 7am, August 15th. Claire creaked a tired smile as she knew what today was, turning her body around to see the most beautiful being she had ever seen. Her wife Kate, in nothing but her underwear, was still sound asleep undisturbed by the alarm. Usually Kate would be awake first, so Claire being able to see her beloved sleeping peacefully was a rare and wonderful gift. Claire couldn’t help but wonder how she got so lucky to have someone like Kate in her life. Claire carefully shuffles closer to her lover until their faces are mere inches apart from each other. With great care Claire places her hand onto Kate’s shoulder to wake her. “Honey, it's time to wake up now,” Claire softly spoke. As she gently shakes her beloved warmly, she begins to slowly stir awake, opening her sapphire eyes to see the woman she loves dearly. A loving smile grows on Kate’s face as she begins to hug Claire tenderly “Good morning my love.” “Good morning beautiful,” Claire smiled as she nestled into Kate’s welcoming warmth “Do you happen to know what today is?” Kate, feeling predictably mischievous, leaned closer towards Claire as she played coy. “Hmm, I can't seem to remember Hon. But I know a way to find out,” Now filled with an irresistible longing to be naughty to her love, Kate started kissing Claire’s neck, licking her soft skin with vigor. Claire, caught off guard, couldn't help but gasp with pleasure as she felt Kate give her a loving hickey. After parting her lips leaving behind an impressive love bite, Kate’s smile returned looking at her flustered lover. “Ah I remember now, today is our 2nd anniversary isn’t it?” Kate mused to her wife. Claire, still aroused by her newly earned hickey, smiled knowing that today signified their joyful marriage together. “Yes it is you little troublemaker, can you believe it’s already been two years since that wonderful day?” Claire giggled. “For me honestly, our wedding day always feels like it was yesterday, while at the same time I feel like we’ve been happily married ever since we started dating in high school,” Kate answered back. “Mmm, I remember when I confessed my feelings to you on the night of the valentine’s day dance all those years ago. Slow dancing with you as I rested my head on your shoulders telling you how much I loved you,” Claire reminisced. Kate softly laughed “Yeah, crazy to think that I was going to do the same until you beat me to the punch.” As both lovers felt warm from their memories together, they both locked their eyes to one another as they began to lean in to share a tender kiss that made both melt into the passion each held for one another. As their lips met and their tongues intertwined, Claire gently coupled her wife’s plump breasts with care. Meanwhile Kate, softly panting from feeling her boobs being massaged, moved her hand to her beloved’s padded crotch. Not much to her surprise, Kate found her wife’s pull-ups soggy and warm, no doubt Claire wet herself on purpose before going to bed just to be naughty and playful. This didn’t stop Kate from carefully rubbing the wet padding anyhow, thus Claire started to lustfully moan from the growing tingling in between her legs. Yet after a minute of bliss, Claire pulled back from her lover's lips and moved Kate’s hand away from her crotch. “Let’s not have too much fun just yet, we still have a whole day to ourselves to enjoy together,” Claire whispered into her wife’s ear with a hint of lust in her otherwise innocent voice. “Then tell me my love, what do you have planned for this special day?” Kate asked curious over the lust in her beloved’s voice. “Well first off, let's get out of bed already so we can get started,” Claire responded. Thus the two love birds finally left the comfort of their bed and began their day much like they normally would, Starting with Kate taking a quick shower. After bathing, Kate slipped on her standard white panties, grabbed a navy blue skirt, and wore a white collar polo over her bra. However as Kate sorted her favorite scarlet tie, she could hear her wife squeal in surprise. Walking into the kitchen Kate found Claire still wearing her wet pull-ups, reading the card she had placed on the table along with a vase of vibrant roses Kate had prepared the night before: “Your laugh, your smile, everything about you gave me the strength to get through my saddest days, knowing you were waiting for me. You’ve always been there for me, to give me love and joy beyond anything I could ever deserve. I can’t help but fall for you every day, and I wouldn’t give any of it up for the world. -Happy anniversary, your wife Kate.” Claire’s eyes welled up with tears as she turned to Kate smiling at her. Claire found herself speechless as she merged with Kate into a tender embrace. “I mean every word of it, I wouldn’t ever live a happy life without you in it,” Kate said. There they stayed in each other’s arms for a solid minute till Claire gave Kate a card of her own. It read: “You have been by my side ever since we were kids, giving me an amazing childhood. You even saved me from myself when I fell into depression in middle school. Then in high school I fell for you and confessed, fearing you would push me away like so many had done before, but instead you told me you had fallen for me too. You are the reason I’m still alive, you and all of the love you have given me all these years, and I'm grateful to be able to share another anniversary with you. -your loving partner Claire.” It was now Kate’s turn now to cry as she hugged her wife tighter. “I love you so much you know that?” Kate managed to say, choked by her emotions. “I love you too,” Claire responded, wiping tears from her eyes. Another minute was spent in a loving hug until Claire separated. “I’ll be right back sweetie, I’ve got to change myself before this soggy thing becomes uncomfortable,” Claire said, referring to her still wet pull-ups. After washing herself in the shower, Claire returned to the kitchen wearing her favorite flowery blouse and short shorts that partly showed off her clean colorful pull-ups. To her shock, she found Kate had made her a surprise breakfast: cheesy omelets full of Claire’s favorite spices for the both of them. “My oh my Honey, I thought you didn’t like to cook,” Claire uttered, stunned. “Only because I didn’t know how to, but I've been learning in secret so I could surprise you,” Kate told her. “Aw, you're full of surprises today aren’t you?” Claire teased. “You know it my dear, now let's eat before the food gets cold,” Kate said, setting the plates onto the table. Claire found her anniversary breakfast to be quite stellar for Kate’s official first time cooking, the eggs were fluffy and flavorful thanks to the well mixed blend of spices that were used. She gave her compliments to her chef/wife in earnest as Kate’s face lit up with accomplishment, thankful that her practicing paid off. After breakfast, the couple set off in their car to spend the whole day together by hitting the town. Claire had them visit a local car show first, knowing Kate would love seeing all of the vintage cars and motorcycles. Kate, being a knowledgeable mechanic at heart, admired all of the automobiles from the late 20th century with great excitement; especially a special 1960 Desoto Adventurer, designed to replicate a police vehicle from an old cartoon Kate knew from the 90’s. Seeing Kate geek over these machines made Claire giggle with joy, knowing her wife was having a great time. After the car show it was Kate’s turn as she brought her wife to a well known history museum that had just opened an exhibit of art made by Claire’s favorite painters and sculptors. Claire always wanted to enter art college ever since graduation, So Kate figured some inspiration was needed to help Claire go for her dream career. Kate herself smiled seeing her lover become lost in the beautiful landscapes that were hung on the walls of the museum. Lastly before this amazing day could bring back the night, Kate drove them both to the high hills overlooking the town from the north. There she and Claire walked to the hillside overlook, hands intertwined, as it was here that Kate mustered the courage to propose to Claire. Gazing onward at the gorgeous scenery before them, the couple relaxed in the comfort of each other as the sun began to set on the horizon. Within a few minutes the sky became overrun with beautiful red hues that complimented the emerald in Claire’s eyes. “You look just as beautiful now as you did when I proposed to you,” Kate told her beloved, stroking Claire’s wavy hair. “So do you my love, more so than the sunset,” Claire said as she rested her head on Kate’s shoulders. Half an hour later, the sun disappeared behind the rolling hills in the distance, thus the two ladies started their way back home. Once home Claire and Kate began cooking together for the first time in their relationship. It was quite messy considering Kate was still new to cooking in general, but they both had fun and laughed regardless as Claire guided her through the steps. Together they created a fantastic Chicken Cordon Bleu and paired with an excellent Stella Rosa wine that held a strong smell of fresh fruit. As they ate their delicious dinner and reminisced more loving memories, Claire noticed Kate acting a little skittish in her seat. Claire knew her wife too well, she needed to go to the bathroom. Normally both girls would go in their undergarments whenever the need came up at home, however seeing Kate try to hold it in without saying anything told Claire she was doing this on purpose. Kate was saving it up for her, funny considering Claire was doing the exact same thing, she had been holding her waste in for a few days. But Claire was determined to be as stoic as her beloved, so that they could poop together. It was one of their more naughty activities they would do together from time to time, but it was something they enjoyed together and that’s all that mattered. Still as the two of them finished their fulfilling dinner, Claire couldn’t resist the urge to tease Kate a little. She knew how to get Kate in the proper mood. Patiently she got up to rinse her empty plate, Kate followed with hers and both cleaned their plate with quick ease. “That was awesome, I wish I learned how to cook sooner so I could help you more,” Kate said. Claire turned to her wife with a warm smile, “Don’t sell yourself short, you have done great today both with breakfast and with dinner. You should be proud, I certainly am,” Claire said, supporting Kate’s hard work. Kate smiled back, “Aw thanks honey, I’m glad my practicing paid off.” Before she could say another word, Kate watched as Claire struck her padded butt out a little and noted a new yet familiar foul smell in the air. Kate’s heart began to beat faster as dirty thoughts filled her head. She had held in her shit ever since yesterday and now she could tell Claire had done the same. Seeing her wife tease her with her farts, Kate decided to play along. “My my, what a lovely stink I smell. I wonder where it came from,” Kate sarcastically pondered. Keeping her eyes on Claire, she saw that expression on her face she always makes when she is thinking or doing something nasty; that mischievous smirk of hers proudly displayed, betraying her otherwise innocent looking oceanic eyes. Kate was always the dirty minded of the two for the longest time. However Claire, despite being mostly an innocent sweetheart, always had a hidden other side that was just as dirty as Kate’s. “Could this smell be coming from my lovely wife’s behind?” Kate mused, lightly spanking Claire’s puffy rear. Claire was now getting excited as she released more silent gas from her butt to please Kate’s mock curiosity. Kate was greeted with more stink as she made her conclusion “Well well, my wife is farting after all, this could only mean one thing,” Kate inched closer and closer till her lips were up to Claire’s ear. “Does my darling lover need to make poopy in her pull-ups?” Kate whispered. Claire held her breath as Kate’s soft voice made her shiver with more excitement, yet still she admits to her need for the bathroom with a nod. “Good, cause I need to go potty too, so why don’t we?” Kate asked, knowing using baby-like phrases entices Claire’s arousal. This tactic worked as Claire could no longer hide her growing desire, lust, and desperation. “I-I want to watch you soil yourself. T-Then I want you to see me fill my pull-ups with my poo-poo,” Claire mustered to say lustfully. With that, the couple made their way into the bathroom and stripped each other down till they were wearing only their undergarments. “Do you want me to go first?” Kate asked, throwing their clothes to the side. “By all means,” Claire said, sitting down on the toilet lid. With her wife’s approval, Kate set herself right in front of Claire’s face. Presenting her ass to her lover, Kate began to push gas out of her body to prepare for the waste inside her. Claire happily inhaled through her nose the stink emanating from the cute butt in front of her. “BBLLLAARRTTT!!! BLLORRTT!!! FFRRT!!!” “Ew, stinky,” Claire joked. Hearing her wife enjoying the show so far, Kate continued her pushing until she felt something big and solid tug at her rectum. “It’s coming out hon,” Kate said with pleasure beginning to build within her. “Then what are you waiting for?” Claire asked her. One push later, a soft crackling and popping could be heard as a brown bulge began to form and swell inside Kate’s white panties. Warm firm poop steadily flowed into the growing pile of waste, collecting together making the bugle lumpy and heavy. Claire watched in awe as turd after turd entered her wife’s underwear, filling it up nicely and gently with a mesmerizing pace. Deep inside, Claire felt her horniness growing in conjunction with Kate’s mound of filth; Thus she began to rub her padded crotch vigorously as she continued to watch. Meanwhile Kate was also slowly touching herself as she felt more logs of shit plop into her poopy underwear. Each whiff of the stench from her own messy contents made Kate sink deeper into her personal pleasure. As both women bathed in their arousal, Kate’s butt kept loading more and more waste into the smelly brown bulge in her panties, forcing it to continue expanding heavy and full. The steamy logs of poop coiled and nestled together warmly and comfortably into the underwear’s ruined fabric, radiating with the stench of the ass from which it came. Kate could feel all of her turds hug her butt as her rectum began to expel the last of her sewage. One final fart announced the end of Kate’s impressive soiling, all to the excitement of Claire who had become full of sexual energy from what she had witnessed. With glee Claire didn’t hold back her desires as she leaned forward to grope her wife’s shitty underwear, making Kate gasp in a short burst of ecstasy. “Does it pleasure you when I play with your poopy panties?” Claire asked her dirty wife sensually, her voice now full with her lust as she fondled Kate’s grapefruit sized load. “Oh yes, you sexy vixen, I love feeling your hand mush and squish my panties full of poop,” Kate admitted as she panted heavily, she wasn’t used to Claire being so sexually dominant when it came to their filthy fun or sex life. However Kate found herself attracted to the idea of being submissive to her lover, just as equally as being the dominant figure in the relationship. Claire too wasn’t used to acting this way but found it just as fun as letting Kate lead their dance in a manner of speaking. However, the fun wasn’t over yet. “Good, cause now it’s my turn to have some dirty fun,” Claire told Kate. Turning around, Kate saw Claire shifting around to sit on the toilet backwards, with her padded butt facing itself onto Kate’s eyes. “Do I have your permission to fill my pull-ups?” Claire asked reverting back into a submissive role, as stinky farts began to erupt from her ass once again. “Yes my darling, let everything out. Your beloved desires nothing more than to watch you shit yourself,” Kate said, prepared to witness Claire's own dirty moment. “BBRRAAAPP!!! SSPPLLOORRCHHH!!!” Kate’s approval was all Claire needed to relax her rectum at last, feeling a satisfying wave of nasty waste gently flow out of her body into her awaiting easy-ups. A plump bulge formed in the back of the easy-ups as a soft mushy pile of crap settled into the padding without resistance. Kate always found herself amazed and turned on whenever Claire packed her pull-ups full, seeing the color brown overtake all other colors as the bulge grew was almost hypnotizing for her; especially with the turds already in her own underwear multiplying her horniness, making her play with her pussy more intensely. More and more Claire’s easy-ups became stuffed with warm shit and smelly gas, pushing Claire into total ecstasy. Once her mound of waste was equal to Kate’s size though, Claire sighed with relief as she stopped pooping. “How do my easy-ups look, honey?” Claire asked, still breathing deeply as she stood up. “They look as full as my panties,” Kate said as she grabbed Claire’s poopy pampered ass, “And it feels warm, soft, and sexy.” Claire moaned in delight, feeling Kate’s hand grope her dirty pull-ups, the soft mud-like mess inside sloshed and mushed around squelching audibly. Then Clair’s mischievous smirk returned to her face. “Then get ready for a surprise, cause I’m not done yet,” Claire revealed. “Wait what?” Kate stammered off guard. Before Kate could properly react to her wife’s trickery, Claire began pushing more foul soft waste into the mudslide already in her pull-ups. Kate watched the bulge of shit she was just squishing begin to fill with fresh mushy poop, her hand being slowly enveloped by the expanding mound it was touching through the brown padding. Kate’s horniness increased tremendously from feeling Claire’s mush swell like a balloon in her hand, thus she proceeded to keep fondling the ever growing bulge. However between Kate’s constant but gentle squishing, and Claire’s dirty ass still producing and expelling vast quantities of excrement, there was no more room left to fill in the tortured easy-ups. Inevitably a blowout occurred as muddy poop began oozing out of the side padding and flowed down Claire’s legs onto the bathroom tiles. This bothered neither ladies as they both continued their dirty fun unabated by the mess in progress. Eventually Claire was found completely empty of waste at last and became washed with the filthiest of satisfaction and lust, turning herself half way to look into Kate’s deeply heated eyes while keeping her massive mound of shit in her beloved’s view. “Now how is my mess honey?” Claire teased. Kate had no more words to give as her sexual desires took over, making her close the distance between them and answer her lover’s question with a deep kiss on Claire’s lips. As they merged their lips and tangled tongues, both used one hand to wrap around each other to play with the other’s filth, while the other hand dug into the other’s undergarments and fondled their throbbing soaked pussies with fanatic excitement. It didn’t take long for both women to reach the height of their pleasure as they intensely fucked each other still wearing heavily soiled and sagging panties and easy-ups. “K-K-Kate, I-I’m about t-to-” Claire could barely utter a word as her pleasure became too much and was about to explode. “S-So am I, l-let’s fi-f-f-finish th-this t-together!” Kate managed to say, losing control herself. The couple finally screamed being overrun in a ocean of sexual energies, just as their pussies suddenly exploded violently, soaking their lover’s dug in hands and their undergarments with a torrent of white hot liquid. Good thing the bathroom walls were thick, otherwise the neighbors might have heard the two screaming and climaxing. Five solid minutes passed before both women fully calmed down, still panting in deep breaths and drenched in sweat. “My god… That felt absolutely amazing,” Kate said. “Yeah, even better than our last anniversary’s messing,” Claire agreed. Looking at the mirror against the wall, Claire and Kate saw how much poop was in their undergarments. While Kate’s panties still had a large grapefruit size load snug inside it, Claire’s pull-ups had a bulge the size of a massive pineapple, with a lot of shit still oozing out onto the floor. “Yikes, you definitely overdone yourself didn’t you hon?” Kate said, reacting to Claire’s blowout. “Maybe, but it was totally worth it,” Claire smiled unashamedly. Kate couldn’t help but smile back at her dirty wife, as the two of them began removing their underwear and easy-ups to clean up. Claire stayed perfectly still as Kate used a lot of sanitary wipes to clean her wife’s legs, then she removed the shit on the floor as best she could with Claire’s help. As for their asses caked with poop, Claire started the shower so they could clean themselves thoroughly. They bathed each other with through precision and tons of soap as the sweat, filth, and sex juice washed away, while still enjoying each other’s company. Afterwards they threw away their ruined panties and pull-ups into the bathroom’s trash and went into bed wearing clean undergarments and simple pajamas. “Thank you for this amazing anniversary, I had a ton of fun today,” Claire told Kate as they settled in their covers. “No thank you, not only for today but for the wonderful years we’ve spent together,” Kate responded, wrapping herself around Claire’s body. “Aw honey, you know I wouldn't give any of this up for anything,” Claire said, hugging back. “It’s been a crazy couple of years so far, hasn't it? All the fun we’ve had together playing fun games, laughing at dumb jokes-” Kate said before Claire interrupted. “Pooping our pants and fucking each other raw,” she added with that naughty smirk on her face. Both giggled at the notion of their more intimate activities. “Yes, even that stuff, it just makes me more excited for what our future has in store for us,” Kate admitted. “I do have one question though,” Claire thought out loud. “Yeah?” Kate inquired. “How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?” Claire asked. Kate answered that question with a tender soft kiss, not of lust or desire, but of genuine love and affection for her wife. “Well you are the cutest, kindest, and dirtiest girl I know. How was I not supposed to fall in love with you?” Kate answered, pulling away from Claire’s lips. “Funny, I thought the same about you,” Claire told Kate, pulling her back into the kiss for another full minute. Parting again they looked deep into their eyes. “I love you,” Claire said. “I love you too,” Kate responded. Now the two love birds settled in their embrace as they slowly fell asleep, eager for the amazing future memories that laid ahead. No doubt there will be hard times and dark days, as there always have been before, but they knew their love and joy would lead them through even the greatest challenges together. But for now, they remain grateful for all the happy, sad, and even messy days they’ve been through so far. Their love will remain unbreakable all the way to their next naughty anniversary and beyond. The End. Author's Note: Hello there, sorry for the long silence my friends. As you can see this was a long one and I didn't want to split this story up into parts like the others. Still this was an interesting and fun challenge for me. I'm also happy I got this out the door before pride month ended, I wasn't intending this to be for pride, but I figured it would be nice to get this story done this month. Not to mention getting this finished and published a full day before my Name Day. So I hope all of you enjoy yourselves and your loving partners regardless of your sexual orientation or gender. By the way, if you know the cartoon I'm referencing with the 1960 Desoto Adventurer, you are as awesome as the wacky dynamic duo that ride that hot rod. Anyway, the Emperor protects, and love has no labels.
  4. I understand, while my stories basically take part in a alternate reality, I do want my characters to feel real despite this fact. Ashley in my first story was easy as I based her on myself a little bit with some changes. However it would make sense to do as you suggested as I've meet plenty of different people in my life so far. Still there are some personalities I haven't encountered yet, I haven't even meet another panty pooping diaper lover like myself in real life yet. But I'm not the least bit discouraged regardless. I appreciate the advise I really do, and I will try my best to create likable characters and interesting situations with as much vivid juicy details when it comes to their wet and/or poopy diapers and underwear. I wish you the best of luck with your own stories as well, I bet I'll enjoy them when they're ready. Many thanks again
  5. Thank you glad you enjoyed. Be honest with me for second though, did I do alright with the dialogue and personalities between Maggie and Vicky? I feel like I did ok but I'm still getting used to making characters in general and I don't want to George Lucas my characters to death.
  6. DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours, so it might be a little confusing at first; Plus this story and all others are part of the same reality, showing what this oddball messy world is like through different characters. Here's the big one though: The story contains diaper messing/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, just giving you a heads up. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story anyhow. Maggie’s Accident in the Woods Part 2 “Holy shit you found our old tree house!?” Vicky exclaimed. Maggie led her old friend to the hidden spot in the woods where they shared their childhood memories and where only moments ago Maggie herself had a rather messy accident in her pull-ups. “Yep, I came to the park not earlier and decided to find the old tree house to relive some of our most fond memories,” Maggie explained as they both approached the old tree house. Maggie then turned her rear to Vicky and pointed toward the visible bulge poking out from her shorts “Unfortunately as you can probably tell, I had to use the bathroom as I searched for it and was left with no choice but to pee and poop my easy-up here away from everyone else.” Vicky could tell from the bulge Maggie had a lot of waste released into her padding. “I see. Don’t worry, I don’t smell anything and I won’t tell anyone about your accident.” Vicky reassured her old friend. “I know you wouldn’t,” Maggie said. “However we still have a problem, now you yourself will probably have to do the same here, then we both have to somehow not get caught like this,” Maggie pointed out. Indeed while Maggie might have already shit her pull-ups, Vicky could still feel a huge mass begging to be released from her rectum, and both of them needed a solution to deal with both their messes discreetly. “I agree, lucky I had the foresight to bring my diaper bag with me to the park.” Vicky said, patting the black satchel like bag full of spare diapers and changing supplies. Maggie looked at Vicky’s bag with intrigue as the cogs in her brain turned. “Actually your diaper bag gives me an idea,” she said. “Well I’m all ears at this point giving I don’t know how much longer I can hold it in,” Vicky said anxious for any kind of solution. “Alright look, you go ahead and do your business in your diaper here while I wait patiently at the edge of the entrance to this area to make sure no one comes by,” Maggie explained. “OK and then what?” Vicky asked as another wave of pressure washed over her, forcing her to cross her legs. “Then we just change ourselves here, you've got the supplies to do so. However the caveat here is that I need to borrow one of your diapers to change into.” Maggie told her. “Wait, you're going to wear one of my diapers?” Vicky asked unsure how to feel about giving up one of her diapers to Maggie. “I know, your diapers are not cheap and are rare to find. But I promise if you lend me a diaper, then in return I will change you out of your diaper after I clean myself. I remember you always had some trouble cleaning yourself being the total germaphobe you are. I can help you out so you won’t have to worry about getting dirty, but first I need something to change into myself,” Maggie proposed. Now that’s quite a conundrum Vicky had been given. Vicky was always conscious about handling her own filth, not wanting to get dirty and get nasty bacteria all over her. It was also the reason she used rare and expensive antibacterial diapers all the time, and thus guarded them well. But Maggie was right, she needs something to change into and at least she could handle her mess in return. Besides, it didn't seem like either of them had much of a choice in the matter. Another bound of pressure rose up from within Vicky as the head of her crap began to poke out slightly from her butt, time had run out. Her decision made, Vicky looked straight into Maggie’s eyes with a confident smile across her face “Ok, you got a deal Maggie. Let’s do this.” Maggie smiled back “Alright, I’ll go over to the entrance now while you go deal with your bowels.” With that Maggie walked back to the edge of the wall like hedgerows on lookout as Vicky moved closer to the tree to be secluded and perform her dirty act. As careful as she could manage, Vicky placed her diaper bag on the ground next to one of the large roots, and pulled down her jeans revealing her yellow antimicrobial huggies. “Here goes nothing,” Vicky said to herself as she did her best to be calm as she prepared for the brown mass within her, as this time there will be no resistance. Seconds later it finally began. “BBLLAARRTT!!! FFRRRTTT!!!” A thick solid log of poop slowly slid out of Vicky’s ass. The head of the log settled gently onto the seat of the padding, as the rest of her shit coiled and piled into her diaper, creating a hefty lumpy bulge as a result. Vicky breathed softly as relief finally washed over her and did her best to uphold her composure, feeling her warm nasty waste steadily flow out of her body and plop into her special yet now stinky huggies. As the first log fully exited her butt, the next log of filth followed, then another and another, the diaper inflated in all directions as the warm brown mound became evermore stuffed with filth. All the while Vicky had been farting constantly as she continued filling her huggies. Smelling her own foul gas made her gag and hold her nose in disgust. Still more and more logs of crap entered her huggies, forcing her diaper’s bulge of shit to pull downward heavily from all of the weight. Vicky couldn’t guess how much more waste was still in her to be dumped into her already loaded huggies, but she was determined to empty her bowels completely. Thus Vicky continued pooping her diaper. Meanwhile even Maggie could vaguely hear Vicky fart as she leaned on a tree near the hedgerows with a clear view of the outside of their secret spot. She did her best to remain vigilant for any wanderers while resting mentally, as she patiently waited for Vicky to be done shitting herself. Yet Maggie’s own full pull-ups became distracting. By this time the piss in her front was now cold and damp, even in this summer weather. Maggie hated this clamminess as there's nothing worse than being stuck in cold wet garments for a long time. On the other hand, her poopy mound was still a little warm as it softly hugged her bum. Even when Maggie was walking out to the beaches and back here with Vicky, the mush within her easy-ups sloshed gently to her movement, which oddly felt comforting. However she could do without the stink. Vicky might not have smelled anything, but Maggie could smell every ounce of poop in her dirty pull-ups. At first it was bad but tolerable, but now her waste reeks like a dumpster full of used diapers. An exaggeration sure but the wind from the beaches couldn't filter though the thick forest properly, thus Maggie was left smelling all of her stewing filth. Still things could be worse, she could be out in public being grilled out by the park security carrying a heavy fine. At last with her farts dying down, Vicky felt her rectum almost empty. With a small push, the remaining brown log bubbled out and nestled into the stinky pile of waste in her huggies. The pressure Vicky had was finally gone, now replaced with a very nasty poopy diaper. Vicky couldn’t tell how huge her mound was and her germophobia prevented her from touching the bugle with her hand. Nevertheless, Vicky could feel the brown substance inside her huggies pressing her butt tightly. “Ew ew ew,” Vicky thought to herself. Still holding her nose, she called Maggie back over as she opened her diaper bag. Once Maggie returned, it was Vicky’s turn to show off the massive mess in her diaper. “Wow, that thing is nearly the size of a small watermelon, oh god it smells really bad too,” Maggie noted. Seeing Vicky’s dirty diaper sag with poop, Maggie’s nurse training deduced Vicky might have too much fiber in her diet. “Is it really that big? Oh man, I’m so sorry you have to change my huggies, it’s really messy in here,” Vicky said feeling a little guilty. Maggie responded with a small smile “Don’t be, I’ve dealt with messes that big before, sometimes blowouts happen too. At least you don’t have to deal with that with your diaper.” “Really?” Vicky asked. “Oh yeah, besides I can tell from the lumps in that bulge that your poop is solid, that's really easy to clean up. My crappy easy-ups however are packed with soft mud like mush inside of it, there’s the real challenge. So trust me you're the lucky one here,” Maggie explained, taking off her shorts revealing her wet and messy pull-ups. “Huh, I’ve never thought of my messes that way before,” Vicky said, pulling out a large absorbent blanket from the diaper bag. Then as she settled the blanket onto the ground, a new question rose. “Hold on, how do you know all this stuff???” “Have you forgotten? I’m a nurse, I’ve changed patients' undergarments before. It's something that happens from time to time when patients aren’t able to change themselves for whatever reason. Plus I’ve been a nurse for years now so I’ve got plenty of experience,” Maggie admitted helping Vicky lay out the supplies from the diaper bag. “Oh I see, I didn’t know you had to do that sort of thing,” Vicky said. “Yep, it was in the training when I started.” With all of the supplies set, Maggie was ready to begin cleaning herself. “Alright it’s about time I get out of this thing, I’ll be as quick as I can so I can help you out.” “Ok, I’ll give you some privacy,” Vicky said, turning towards the tree to avert her eyes. With the conversation over, Maggie carefully laid herself down on the blanket and slowly pulled off her pull-ups. As expected she felt her ass was really filthy thanks to her smelly mess, but at least now she felt far less uncomfortable having the damp cold padding finally off. Thankfully there were moist towelettes to use which made wiping herself a little easier. Afterwards Maggie moved on to the anti microbe wipes to sanitize herself, considering she was stewing in those poopy easy-ups for a long while, it was better to be safe than sorry. Feeling clean at last, she stood up grabbing a pair of Vicky’s diapers and shuffled herself onto the padding. It certainly felt a little different wearing diapers considering she had worn pull-ups most of her life, but this would only be temporary. Setting the last tape on her new diaper, Maggie then turned to her former easy-ups. Peeking inside Maggie saw all of the wet yellowed out padding along with the mush she had shit out hours ago all plump and snug within the pull-ups. Without a second thought she threw her trash into the pull-ups and sealed it shut. “Ok Vicky your turn,” she said putting her shorts back on. However Maggie found Vicky distracted by the sight of the old tree house as childhood memories flowed freely in her mind. Maggie walked over to her side to see a warm yet sad smile on her face. “I'm glad you found this place and brought me here, I’ve missed all the good times we had here with the others,” Vicky told Maggie with an unusual softness in her tone. “I miss those memories too, that’s why I decided to try to find this place. Do you remember when Mason climbed really high up on this tree just to show off?” Maggie asked. Vicky couldn’t help but giggle at the thought “Yeah I do, he got so high he became too scared to climb back down, then we’d fetch his dad to get him down from the tree. Reminds me of that old teddy bear cartoon we used to watch back then.” Both women laughed at the idea of their old favorite cartoon coming to life with their memory and continued to fondly reminisce about the past. After a few minutes of visiting memory lane, both ladies sighed in content over all they had remembered and how far they’ve come in the years leading up to the present. “We had a lot of good memories here, what a wild childhood we all had.” Maggie spoke softly. “Yeah, and I guess today we made a brand new memory here together, even if it came with one hell of a smell,” Vicky mused. Maggie laughed at the thought “I agree 100%, this has been an interesting day for sure” Maggie said. Then strangely enough, Maggie saw Vicky’s expression quickly change from content to sadness. “Vicky? What’s wrong?” Maggie asked with growing concern. Suddenly Maggie found herself being wrapped around Vicky’s arms gently as a single tear rolled down her friend’s face. “I’m sorry, you know how I can be sometimes,” Vicky told her, trying not to cry. Maggie understood her friend's overwhelming feelings as this tree was so full of memories it was hard for Vicky to not have an emotional episode, thus she hugged Vicky back warmly. “It’s alright, I’m glad I made a new memory here with you,” Maggie comforted her friend for another minute until Vicky calmed down again. “Thank you, I owe you one,” Vicky said happily. “Actually you owe me three,” Maggie jested just as a whiff of Vicky’s soiled diaper entered her nose, “Well make that two, it’s about time we changed you.” By mistake they had nearly forgotten Vicky was still wearing a pair of huggies stuffed with poop. “Oh shit yeah, let's get that over with shall we?” With haste Vicky laid herself down to the blanket as Maggie began taking off her diaper with caution. Opening the padding, Maggie was greeted with a bunch of large brown logs coiled together creating a large stinky pile of shit. Unfazed, Maggie swiftly cleaned her friend’s behind with ease as she and Vicky shared more memories together. In short order, Vicky had her butt expertly cleaned and strapped into a fresh diaper. Getting up, she began putting her jeans back on as Maggie wrapped up her friend’s really full huggies. Seeing both the balled up diaper and pull-ups filled with waste and now contained, Maggie turned back to Vicky to ask a question. “How are we gonna get rid of these things?” “Oh, I saw some trash cans near the edge of the woods and the beach, it’s mostly deserted over there. We can use the diaper bag to carry the dirty things to the trash without anyone knowing.” Vicky proclaimed confidently. “Sounds like a plan, what do you say we get out of here and share an early dinner before we part for today.” Maggie suggested. “I’ve got nothing else planned for today, so why not,” Vicky gleefully said. And thus the two old friends left their childhood tree house and headed out of the park together, throwing their “little” accidents away into the trash on the way out. Now that Maggie and Vicky know where the tree house is hiding, they will share the location with their other friends to arrange a reunion together in the future. As such another day has come and gone but the creation of memories, even secret ones, never ceases for Williams park. The End.
  7. Thanks a bunch. This one was difficult, I was really struggling to figure out how to type this story out. Like I knew the general idea behind the story except the details from point A to B, I literally rewrote sections of the story several times. I'm sure the second part is going to be just as difficult.
  8. DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours, so it might be a little confusing at first; Plus this story and all others are part of the same reality, showing what this oddball messy world is like through different characters. Here's the big one though: The story contains diaper messing/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, just giving you a heads up. Also sorry for the wait for this story, I was suffering a creative block on how to handle this story but now I've got a better focus on this tale. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story anyhow. Maggie’s Accident in the Woods Part 1 Summer time at Williams Park was always a sight to behold, and not just because the park was along the ocean. The park spanned a large slice of land full of nature's beauty and a legendary view of the Coast. Small pockets of forests and playgrounds dotted the park along with many jogging trails connecting them together. In between it all were grasslands and strips of sandy beaches open for endless fun for families from all over the world. Many memories were made here from endless birthdays, family reunions, and even whole weddings. For 25-year old Maggie, the park was where she spent most of her childhood. Her family used to live near the park so they were able to go to the park whenever they wanted. Many of Maggie's days were spent at the park with her oldest friends; Playing games at the playgrounds and exploring the forests along the trails. It was the woods where Maggie remembered the tree house she and her friends built a long time ago. As a kid she would visit that tree house with her friends every day to do whatever they wanted until nightfall. They would share scary stories, play hide and seek and tag around the tree house, and challenge each other with truth or dare. Nowadays though Maggie would come to the park occasionally to walk along the old trails for hours after her nurse hours at the local clinic. Of course she still was in close contact with her friends from her childhood, but they rarely visit the park as much as Maggie did. Sadly she couldn’t exactly remember where her childhood treehouse was built, as it was set up deep in the park’s largest wooded area close to the beaches. But today Maggie felt nostalgic, and decided to try to find the old tree house. It should still be there since her friends built it in a secluded spot that no one would find easily. So Maggie set off from the paved trails she would normally walk and onto the older dirt paths in search of her lost treehouse. Unfortunately as Maggie began her search in the brush of the woods, she started to feel the need to pee grow. "How bloody inconvenient," Maggie thought to herself in annoyance. The nearest bathroom she knew of was a port-a-potty near the parking lot that was busy when she walked past it earlier. "Ah screw it, I can hold it in long enough to find the tree house. By the time I come back the shitter should be less crowded. Worst case scenario I piss in my pull-ups of which I can easily hide with my skirt." With that settled Maggie continued down the dirt paths while holding in her pee. She set forth walking amongst the trees and climbing the higher grounds closest to the beach looking for the hidden tree house, Maggie was sure it was near the beachhead surrounded by thick foliage and a canopy of shade from the taller trees, those were the only details she could remember about its location. In fact she could hear the gentle waves of the ocean sweeping across the shores as she searched, however hearing all that water was not helping her hold in her piss. The more she searched for her tree house, the more the pressure inside her increased. Little did Maggie know that things were about to get worse. "FFFRRRTTT!!! BBRRAAPP!!!" "Oh no," Maggie said on the verge of panic. Now not only does she need to piss but she also needs to shit as well, adding to the pressure. Now there was no way she would hold in both pee and poop in time to reach the port-a-potty, nor could she hide a fully loaded easy-up so easily. Plus she was close to the busy coastline, anyone nearby could stumble into the woods and find her filling up her pull-ups at any time. If she’s found with a dirty pull-up outside of the toilets, she could get severely fined by park security for violating the park’s messing policy. Maggie needed a solution and fast. "Wait... The tree house!" She exclaimed. Of course, the tree house is secluded away in the forest, it’s the perfect hiding spot to release everything into her pull-ups. Unfortunately Maggie would have to sneak around with a loaded easy-up to the closest toilet. Easier said than done to be sure, but if she tries to go for the restrooms now, she would definitely fill her pull-ups out in the open in view of everyone before she would make it. At this point, there wasn't any other option left. Now the hunt was really on as Maggie looked high and low frantically for the tree house before it was too late. Holding everything in was beginning to slow her down however, as she often had to stop in her tracks to cross her legs and fight back the urge. Despite the pressure growing evermore heavy and even painful within her, Maggie refused to buckle and kept struggling; determined to find her refuge. Still she found herself loudly farting on occasion reminding her of the dwindling time frame she had left. Maggie eventually reached the top of a small hill next to the coastline and finally struck gold. She found a wall of foliage up against the small cliff face she was standing on surrounded by tall trees, with a smaller tree within the tall hedgerow like bushes. Seeing the opening between the bushes facing the beach, Maggie bolted down around the hill onto the beach and entered the hidden area and thankfully found the small tree holding her tree house leaning from the base of the cliff as beautiful flowers grew around the tree. Surprisingly the tree house was still in good condition although a tad smaller than she remembered. Her memories began to flood back into her mind at the sight of the tree house, all the games she played with her friends here and at the beach, swimming around splashing each other in laughter. "Good times," She thought to herself, becoming lost in her memories. "BBLLAARRTTT!!!" While Maggie was distracted by her thoughts, one of her farts snuck up on Maggie, catching her by surprise, and allowing some pee and poop to escape into her pull-up. A small wet spot was felt in the front while a small bump formed in the back of the padding. Quickly realizing what just happened, Maggie woke up from memory lane and clenched up as she approached the tree. She carefully walked to the spot where the tree house ladder hung, knowing it was the most concealed spot, which was needed for her current situation. Before she got on with it, she double checked for any sign of people and found nobody around, she couldn’t even hear the crowds from the other beaches. Maggie, without removing her gray shorts, began pushing into her pull-ups. "Psssssshhhhhhh- SPLORTCH!!!" Warm pee and soft poop began to flood into Maggie's pull-ups simultaneously. Down front the piss flowed into the easy-ups steadily, changing it from dry to wet. Then the pee spread upwards from the bottom as more liquid soaked the padding. Meanwhile a smelly mound of poop began to grow in the back of the pull-ups. her mess mushed together as more soft shit quickly filled the padded seat of her easy-ups. Maggie wasn't done though and kept pushing, releasing more piss and crap into her pull-ups. Maggie was really glad no one was around to see this, the amount of waste she already dumped into her pull-ups is embarrassing enough without including the filth she still had to push out. Now her whole front was swollen as her pull-ups were now soggy with piss, and still more was flowing out like a waterfall. Maggie's backside was fairing just as bad with an ever expanding pile of shit in her easy-ups, the bulge becoming heavier, dirtier, and more visible even with her shorts on. Her pee and poop then met at the very bottom of her pull-ups, yellow and brown joined together in a mix of warm waste. "Oh lord, I don't know how much more my pull-ups can hold, it's not an actual diaper after all..." Maggie thought to herself, growing more concerned over her easy-ups. But just as she finished her thought, her piss began to slow down to a light trickle as her bladder was now completely empty. "Oh thank god," she thought, perhaps she will be lucky today and won’t have to deal with a leakage in her pull-ups. However she was still pooping her easy-ups without stopping, and now she began to feel her crap begin to slither out the sides of her pull-ups. "Shit, shit, SHIT!!!" she frantically thought as she entered panic mode. Without hesitation, Maggie pulled her shorts down, revealing her colorful diamond pattern easy-ups, and pressed onto the padding’s rear edges with her hands. Maggie hoped by doing this she could keep her filth from spilling out the sides. Surprisingly her desperate tactic was working, her shit was no longer trying to flow out of her easy-ups. However, even more soft mush was still plopping into her pull-ups and needed room to settle into the padding, So her smelly poop began slouching upward toward the waistband and every other direction it could fit. It felt like an hour, but only after another minute of pushing, she was finally done pooping. The pull-ups were definitely full now, However Maggie lucked out due to her quick thinking, as none of her waste managed to spill out. "Whew, that was a close call," She thought. Looking down, she saw her easy-up’s front padding drenched with wet yellow liquid, swollen like a small balloon. Meanwhile her hand gently rubbed the soft stinky bulge hugging her ass, she surmised the size of her mound to be the same as a football. The unbearable pressure might have been finally gone, but this whole episode was only the easy part. Now she had the challenge of finding a restroom or port-a-potty without being discovered. As for the tree house, she will have to visit it another time better prepared to enjoy its memories, at least she now knew where the tree house was hiding so there was no need to search the woods next time. With a silent sigh, Maggie bent down and pulled her shorts back up to conceal her now full pull-ups. Wrapping her shorts around her bugle, it lightly squeezed the messy contents, hearing and feeling her mush squelch and squish inside her pull-ups to compensate for her tight-ish shorts. Even with Maggie fully dressed once again, It was obvious to anyone who would see her that she had an accident in her easy-ups, her swollen padding showing through her shorts from the back. Nervous as ever, Maggie started back to the beach to head back to the crowded sands where some toilets would be. However as Maggie got closer to the public beaches, she noticed there was someone separated from the crowds who was walking towards Maggie’s direction alone. It was a woman around Maggie’s age carrying what looked like a satchel, and she was traveling slowly while clenching her stomach. Maggie deduced that she might be experiencing a stomach-ache but wasn't sure as this mystery person was still a distance away. But then the woman noticed Maggie and began hurrying to her, freaking Maggie out a little bit. She didn’t want this person to discover her dirty accident, but then again Maggie was a nurse for a reason as she always had a need to help people. So against her instincts Maggie walked towards the woman meeting her halfway. Looking at her now, Maggie saw it was one of her childhood friends: Vicky. "Maggie! Oh my god I didn’t think I’d meet you here! Well I’m sorry for bothering you but I wondered if you could help me out," Vicky told her with a very strained voice. How they managed to meet here at this time was astronomical but welcome. This revelation explained the satchel Vicky was carrying, it was a diaper bag. "Hey Vicky! Of course I’ll help you," Maggie said as her nurse training kicked in. "Well I know you don’t work here, but I was wondering if you knew anywhere that was hidden from prying eyes," She paused for a second as it looked like a shot of pain erupted within her gut. "Why? What’s the problem?" Maggie asked. "Can you keep a secret?" Vicky asked desperately. "Yes of course," Maggie assured her. "Ok, The nearby port-a-potties are backed up and the park restrooms are out of service, And… well… I need to poop my diaper badly but I don’t want to get fined by security," Vicky told her. Maggie felt a sense of Deja-Vu as she was in this position a while ago. Maggie couldn’t help but smile a little as she involuntarily turned to the side, showing Vicky the smelly bulge in her shorts. "Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret. Now follow me, I know a place," Maggie told her friend. To Be continued...
  9. I'm so glad you liked my story and the finale, I figured it would be a little cheeky to end the story with it's own title. Don't worry though, sooner or later I'll type a story of some kind for May with Ashley involved (won't be the same as Ashley's but hopefully it still does well), and who knows we might see Ashley again, likely with another full diaper. In all seriousness though I'm shocked you and others are enjoying what I've been making so far and I'm very grateful. To be honest I didn't think people would care to read these stories at all, but now I'm so excited to want to make more stories and share them to everyone. So from the bottom of my heart thank you a ton for reading my content and commenting on my work.
  10. I'm speechless, I'm so glad your enjoying what I got going so far. Thank you so much for your support and kind comments about my first story. Well I'm happy to tell you that part 3 is now out, and I hope you enjoy the final part just as much as the rest of my tale. I hope you enjoy your day and your poopy diapers.
  11. DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours, so it might be a little confusing at first; Plus this story and all others are part of the same reality, showing what this oddball messy world is like through different characters. Here's the big one though: The story contains diaper messing/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, just giving you a heads up. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story anyhow. Ashley's Really Poopy Diaper Part 3 So far Ashley was enjoying every second of her messy adventure, and now her playtime would begin. Like before she started fondling the poop inside her diaper with care. Naturally the softest of her mushy shit was first to be played with. This time though, already feeling immediate arousal the moment she began her playtime, Ashley used both her hands to take full advantage of all the extra crap in her pampers. Rubbing and messaging the dirtiest diaper she had ever made was an indescribable sensation unlike anything she had felt before. Ashley could even hear her poop squish and squelch just as relentlessly as she felt said poop being fondled by her hands. She could even feel her special mega turd comfortably nestled deep within all her waste, hugging her butt crack gently much like couples hug each other. However she decided to save the fondling of the mega turd for last. For now she wanted to enjoy the rest of her mush to the fullest, from the stink in the air to the warmth in her pampers. "Mmmm yes, you're a really poopy diaper," She would moan as she played with the extensive pile of poop in her dirty diaper. Of course as Ashley became lost in her messy ecstasy, some new bouts of smelly gas started to rip out of her ass and bubble through her diaper’s mound of excrement, adding even more stink into her bathroom. This new gas smelled far more foul than before, probably because of the mega turd. She could even feel with her hands the bursts of filthy wind from her butt through her full diaper, blowing around her fingers bringing extra warmth to the mush she was still groping. Ashley over the years had learned to enjoy the nasty stink of her waste which included her farts. Nothing can tell her she had pooped her pampers the best, besides the weight and warmth she would feel, was the smell of her gas and poop combining together in her nose, bringing back many memories of her past favorite messes she made in her diapers. Especially now with the excessive load in her current pampers, everything she was feeling was cranked up times ten. Still Ashley kept farting on and on into her poopy diaper, as her hands continued messaging the mess nestled in her pampers. Groping her full pampers though was making some of the waste try to ooze out of the exposed sides. Knowing some of her shit was trying to escape her diaper and Ashley's pleasure tremendously rising, she developed another great idea. Ashley stopped playing and farting to face her toilet and closed the lid. Turning around with her messy ass facing the toilet, she slowly lowered herself onto the toilet and stopped right when her brown bulge softly touched the lid. Grinning like crazy, Ashley knew what she was about to do was going to be a bitch to clean up, but the mere thought alone was too exciting to ignore. No turning back, Ashley gently sat on her toilet and onto her poopy pampers. "SSQQUUIISSHH!!!" Immense satisfaction was felt as her ass pressed her poop all over her diaper against the toilet. With no room left, a lot of her filth flowed out the sides of her diaper and even seeped out of the top of her diaper, forming small piles of shit all around her rear. Ashley could care less, pure bliss overtaking her senses at the nasty mess she had made with her poop. Her mega turd though was left nearly untouched, softly snug with the rest of the crap still in her brown pampers. Yet she wanted more, so she began grinding her pampers back and forth against her toilet as she began farting again. Each movement she made caused more shit to ooze out her diaper everywhere. Ashley was now feeling more and more erotic as she edged closer to cumming. Her hands now free, the time had arrived to reach maximum pleasure. With her right hand she dug into the front of her diaper to begin masturbating, and with the other she reached back around her butt to finally play with the mega turd. Since a lot of her smelly mess had oozed out of her pampers, her mega turd was moved closer to the center of the poopy mass in her pampers. Touching whatever was left of her bulge, she could feel the massive log coiled together through her diaper. Even with her mess reshuffled and squashed around her diaper, she could still feel her warm gas emanate from her ass and pampers. Panting in ecstasy, Ashley played with her mega turd gently, feeling it squish around in her diaper. Rocking in her dirty diaper playing with both herself and her filth while farting still, it was becoming too much for Ashley to handle. "I pooped my diaper again... It’s so warm and soft... I love my poopy diapers… So poopy…" Losing control, Ashley masturbated her pussy faster and harder while playing with her shit more intensely. Ashley found herself bathed in a ocean of sexual energy as she neared her climax. All the excessive excitement from her filthy diaper finally got to her, forcing Ashley to finally cum with such powerful force she nearly screamed. "Ah... Ah..." Ashley was drained of all her energy from such a display of degeneracy. She stopped humping her toilet just as she ran out of gas to expel from her messy butt. It took her a solid five minutes before she could recollect her scattered thoughts. "Oh... My god... That was something else…" she mustered to say. To describe the feeling as extraordinary would be an understatement. Ashley in disbelief pieced together the scene she found herself: She was sitting on the toilet with a massively messy diaper on, one hand in the front of her diaper drenched in her sex juices, the other was at the rear gripping her diaper's poopy bulge tightly, not to mention all of the waste that had leaked out and surrounded her. "Oh my god, what a mess..." Ashley thought, knowing this whole situation looked just plain insane. Even the stink in the bathroom was beginning to become too unbearable to deal with, even for her. It was going to take a very long time to clean up everything including herself. Still Ashley had to get rid of her shit whether she liked it or not if she wanted to avoid a horrible infection. Despite having a ton of fun with her loaded diaper, the clean up was the stark opposite. Ripping off her ruined pampers, the whole backside of the thing was drowning in crap. Once her diaper was off she began to clean herself first. Her butt was covered in so much filth it took her another five minutes to wipe away most of her poop. Then Ashley carefully moved her diaper to the side and grabbed plastic gloves and heavy duty wipes from the supply stash. She did her best to clean up all of the leaked crap and place it all back into her diaper to throw away together later. For good measure, Ashley used disinfectant spray on the toilet to make sure everything was properly sanitized. Finally she took some heavy duty air freshener to get rid of all the stink as best she could before she took off the rest of her clothes to take a thorough shower. As Ashley washed her body extensively, she thought about what she had achieved. Never did she think she could ever hyper mess until today, even right now it was hard to believe if it wasn't for the fact she could see her pampers on the toilet lid, wide open full of enormous shit. Ashley couldn't help but smile at what she did, even if she went a little overboard. She'll definitely do this again but with better preparation and intending not to overdo her messy fun. Maybe next time she could use specially designed D.E.S.O diapers to prevent any future leaking. Once done with her shower, Ashley got redressed with fresh clothes and pampers and returned for the filthy diaper. Seeing how loaded it was, she took her time folding and taping the diaper shut the best she could. Looking at it now that it was closed up, Ashley thought how crazy it was to see how this simple clean white pair of pampers turned into a dirty brown poopy diaper folded up almost like a large ball. Yet Ashley knew her pamper's life expectancy had run its course and it was time to throw it out. With that thought, she picked up her dirty diaper, smelled her nasty poop one last time, and threw it into the bathroom's scented trash bin. The deed was done but the fun was far from over, after all Ashley had been using diapers since she was a kid, and she had every intention to continue to enjoy diapers for the rest of her life. "I can't wait for the next poopy diaper I make," she said to herself. "Pssssssshhhhhhh" "Tee-hee, and the occasional wet diaper," She thought playfully, not paying any attention to her bladder. Steadily her bladder splashed pee into her padding, swelling her pampers with pure liquid warmth. It didn’t take long for the entire front of her diaper to become yellow, some piss even spread downward to her backside making her butt feel very wet. Ashley liked pissing her diapers much the same as pooping in them, though she personally found pooping in diapers more fun. After peeing, Ashley went back to her desk to continue reading. She'll keep her soaked pampers on for now and change herself later, taking full advantage of her pee’s warmth. Seeing that it was almost noon now, May would probably be back very soon. Ashley wondered how May found her messy diaper, should be an interesting story to hear. Of course Ashley will have her own crazy yet amazing story to tell May, the story of Ashley's really poopy diaper. The End.
  12. Thanks a bunch for the support, I intend to set up a interesting scenario and/or setting for every story I make. Considering the fictional reality all my stories will be a part of, it should open up plenty of situations with various characters.
  13. DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours, so it might be a little confusing at first; Plus this story and all others are part of the same reality, showing what this oddball messy world is like through different characters. Here's the big one though: The story contains diaper messing/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, just giving you a heads up. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story anyhow. Ashley's Really Poopy Diaper Part 2 Ready or not, Ashley unlocked and opened the stall's door and turned to exit the now busy restroom. In the hallway once again she walked back towards her dorm room nervous but determined to pull this crazy idea off. The hallway was now more crowded with students than before adding to Ashley's anxiety, yet she did her best to keep her distance so no one could smell her full pampers. As she walked her poopy bulge swayed along to the rhythm of her steps, further mushing all her still warm shit in her diaper. Ashley had to admit it felt nice to walk around with this mess inside her pampers. It was like her waste was gently hugging her butt as it sloshed around. "Jeez what stinks out here?" Hearing that snapped Ashley out of her thoughts, as some of the students around her were beginning to smell the contents in her diaper. "Is there a gas leak nearby or something?" someone speculated. "Smells like shit, maybe someone pooped their pants or diapers?" Ashley’s heart nearly stopped with fear, the other students were starting to catch on. She needed to hurry back to her dorm room fast before anyone exposed her wearing a full diaper. "Nah, no one would break the rules like that, besides the restrooms are nearby." Another student pointed out. "Then the smell might be from the restrooms, they’ve been backed up before." Luck favored Ashley once more, for now at least. Despite the distracted speculation, more people were noticing the stink from her poopy pampers, just as she saw her dorm room door within reach. Quickly she entered her room and closed the door before anyone got any more suspicious. Safe at last, or at least mostly... "Hey Ash, where have you been girl?" May asked, sitting on her bed. "Oh right, I almost forgot about May," Ashley thought. At least the bathroom was free but now she needs to make sure May doesn't find out about the pampers. "Hi May, sorry I left so suddenly, I just couldn't resist the weather outside and just needed to go out and enjoy it," Ashley hoped that lie sounded convincing enough for May to believe. "Heh no worries Ash, I just didn't want you to be late for class," May told her. Damn, Ashley didn't pay attention to the time when she went out on her little adventure. "Well you're here now so let's get going," May said. "Actually I need to go to the bathroom right now, so go on ahead I'll catch up with you," Ashley lied. "Alrighty then, I'll see you in class," May smiled at Ashley as she got up to leave. "Sounds like a plan," Ashley smiled back as she turned towards the bathroom. As she entered the bathroom May stopped at the room door sniffing the air. "Pee-ew! Did you just fart Ash?" May asked. "Sorry May, I’m trying hard to hold everything in, but you know how I am," Ashley responded, faking her desperation. "It’s ok i’m just teasing you, go ahead and do your business," May reassured her smiling. With that said May left for class as Ashley closed the bathroom door and took her diaper off again. Pressed for time she opened the supply stash and carefully hid the loaded pampers in the corner behind the spare contingency container. Then she proceeded to clean herself up since she didn't do so in the public restroom, washed her hands and left the bathroom. Before leaving she went to her drawers to pull out and wear a fresh clean diaper. The rest of Ashley's day went by like normal. She was even able to join back up with May in class before it started. After class she continued with her exam preparation that she didn't finish before, then spent the rest of the day hanging out with May around the town like they always do. Knowing what she was going to do the next day, Ashley picked out her lunch and later her dinner similarly to yesterday's to copy today's excellent results. However as she ate dinner with May, she decided to add even more portions of food to eat, specifically food that would make even more waste in her. May noticed Ashley's extra food and pretended to host an intervention on Ashley's addiction to food as a joke. Ashley couldn't help but laugh at May's comedic acting, she always enjoyed May's sense of humor ever since they met in high school. By the end of the day Ashley was beat from her very interesting day and went to bed early. At last, sunrise came bringing light into Ashley's dorm room waking her up. Ecstatic, she got up from bed ready for another diaper adventure. Today she didn't have any classes so there wasn't going to be anything in Ashley's way, plus she'll have total privacy this time. However she noticed May wasn't here at all, very unusual for May to be out this early. Then she noticed a small note on her desk that wasn't there before. It read: "Hi Ash. I'm gonna be at the park for a bit to enjoy the morning sun. Don't worry I'll be back soon, besides I figured you wanted to be alone with your stinky diaper today. You're one weird crazy girl Ash, that’s for sure. But that’s what I like the most about my best friend, so I hope you have a blast with your diaper. -May." Ashley was speechless. "Did she find the diaper?" She thought. Still stunned by what she read, Ashley went to the bathroom to check on it. Surely enough her messy pampers were sitting out in the open on top of the toilet's lid undisturbed waiting for her. "H-How?" She couldn't fathom how May found out her dirty deed, let alone not throwing it away. It was true that May actually knew Ashley was A diaper enthusiast at heart. Though May didn't fully understand the whole D.E.S.O thing, she never minded Ashley's interest in diapers. Seeing May supporting Ashley like this was a welcome surprise to be sure. "Well at least I don't have to hide this from May anymore," Ashley said smiling. So Ashley left the bathroom for now and went back to her desk to read her favorite book. This way time can pass by easily straight to the main event. Eventually her stomach began to churn and gurgle again, just like yesterday. "It begins again," Ashley said with ever growing excitement. Getting up, she decided to bring her book with her to the bathroom. It'll be just like when she was a kid filling her pampers on the toilet while reading her books, except this was going to be ten times better. Once in the bathroom, Ashley locked the door to be safe, placed her phone and book on the sink and took off her sweatpants and her current pampers. Then she grabbed her loaded diaper and wore it once more. Opening the toilet's lid Ashley sat down and took her book to continue reading, letting her smelly brown bulge sag in the toilet bowl. "PRRRRBBBT!!!" "FRT!!!" "BLLAAAARRRT!!!" "Oh boy, round 2 is gonna be crazy fun," Ashley couldn't wait as she involuntarily farted into her mess. As she released her gas, she prepared the bathroom's supplies for what was about to happen. However she wasn't going to push this time, her shit will exit into her awaiting diaper on its own as she focused on her book, much like when she was a kid. Soon one final fart escaped her butt, Now it was only a matter of time before the fun began. "Time to poop my diaper." Ashley said to herself, feeling a lot of mass move in her bowels. A minute later as Ashley read her book, she felt something warm and firm leave her body and softly enter her diaper. Ashley couldn’t help but smile. "Blooorch... splortch..." Once again poop began to pour from her rectum into Ashley's pampers. The poopy bulge expanded in size quickly as new fresh excrement joined with the mess already inside. Just like before her shit was a blend of firm thick logs and soft sticky mush, having both kinds of poop was extra fun as Ashley learned yesterday. However this time was different since she already packed her diaper with crap, thus all of the new and old waste shoved itself into any remaining space left in the padding. Ashley silently moaned in euphoria as she read her book pretending not to notice the warm mass constantly growing in her diaper. But now the diaper's seat was nearly bloated to the brim with brown filth, yet more and more poop kept collecting itself in Ashley's pampers, further spreading the messy mound everywhere at a steady pace. So all of the poop didn't have any problem piling up higher towards the pamper’s waistband. "Mmmmm..." Ashley continued to moan in pleasure, finding it harder to concentrate on her reading. Her erotic feelings and thoughts grew along with the mountain of poop in her pampers, becoming too difficult to ignore entirely. "Plop plop plop- fmuush… BBRRRAAAPPPP!" "Oh god what was that?!" Without warning a new loud fart bubbled into her diaper from out of nowhere. Ashley was so caught off guard by this sudden burst of gas, she didn’t notice she stopped pooping all together. Once her shock faded away, Ashley noticed and got concerned. She knew more shit was inside her, so why did she stop? Ashley attempted to push what was left out of her, once she did she realized what was wrong. Inside her bowels she felt a very large coil of poop creating a blockage in her. Interesting how this didn't happen yesterday, then again she didn't eat the exact same thing as before. This new revelation didn’t faze Ashley one bit, "This setback won't stop me, I'm going to have the best poopy diaper ever!" To accomplish her new goal, Ashley stood back up from the toilet as her pampers squelched within. Putting her book down onto the sink, she bent her knees and began pushing as hard as she could. Each push made the large mass inch closer toward her rectum slowly as she gave her all. Sadly her constant straining got more difficult as her poop got blocked up again once it reached her rectum. But Ashley wasn't ready to give up, "Come on, one more push. One... More..." She gathered all her inner might and pushed as hard as she could "POOP!!!" Suddenly a huge weight exploded into her diaper. The whole thick log of waste violently erupted out of her ass and slammed into her already dirty pampers. Everything mushed together all at once making the nastiest squelching sounds, thus ending Ashley's poop blockage escapade. Ashley couldn't properly react to what had happened as she was overtaken by ecstasy. Slowly she tilted her head towards the mirror to see what she had just done. She was immediately stunned at the amazing sight in her reflection. Her diaper was now completely loaded, her brown bulge was now so huge she couldn’t guess its accurate size. Was the bulge 3 pineapples big? Or maybe two small watermelons or even more than that? Ashley had done it, not only did she shit her diaper twice, but she had experienced her first hyper-mess in said diaper. "Oh... My god. This... Feels incredible!!!" Ashley soared with joy at her really stinky achievement. Turning her back to the mirror, she could see the full extent of the damage she made in her pampers. Her bulge was so filthy and saggy her poopy mass was stuffed with so much shit, filling the bathroom air with a delightful stink. As Ashley gently patted her mess with her hand, she was amazed to see how her poop nearly reached the top of her pampers. She could even see her crap directly from the bottom sides of her padding as it nearly drooped down halfway to her knees under the weight of her waste. Ashley couldn't resist wiggling her butt a little to watch her bulge wiggle back, feeling all of her mess slosh around. It was the best feeling Ashley had ever felt in her life, as well as the best diaper she ever wore. Really warm, super heavy, amazingly smelly, and best of all of course: extremely poopy. Of course the fun wasn't over yet, in fact Ashley’s favorite game: "Poopy diaper playtime," was about to begin. To be concluded...
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