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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.

The Night Shift - Part 4 Original Author – Tatiana, edited by DaddyRich Kirsty was standing, urine and fecal fluid trickling down her legs as her diapers were over taxed, when Barbara finally came to attend to her. "Oh my, look at the state you are in!" she said, stripping the wet sheet away, so the miserable girl could lie down to be changed. The diapers continued to ooze as she lay, and Barbara undressed her rapidly, bundling the wringing mess into trash bags. She used the dry ends of the sheet to begin tackling the mess smeared over the girl. Washing her and the plastic protecting sheet simultaneously, she just didn't know what to say to her as the process of diapering began again. Taking extra care over the ominous red patches on Kirsty's bottom, she sat her in the chair as she remade the bed, adding a vinyl half sheet and canvas. Finally, she replaced the damp t-shirt and rubbed a little of the barrier cream on her thighs. "You'll feel better now" she said, wanting to break the silence. Kirsty got back into bed and turned away. Turning around to her, Barbara could see how flushed she was and wondered if the girl was starting a fever. Kirsty waited until the door closed before grabbing the water jug and downing two whole glasses. She felt awful - her joints sore and her head a heavy throb. Her chest was rattling a little, too. Kicking off the covers, she huddled in the fading light, listening to the rain begin to fall again. A tired looking doctor eventually arrived, frowning at the sight of her in diapers and plastic pants. After a cursory listen to her chest, he turned to the entering Barbara and handed her a new meds chart. "Chest infection" he said. "Hydration, antibiotics and tell her to sit up a bit." Gesturing back to Kirsty, he asked, "What's with the diapers? Fancy dress week?" "A few recent accidents" said Barbara, staring straight at him. "Oh well, get the continence nurses in, will you?" He hurried away. In the evening pool of light she managed a little supper, the drip in her arm steadily pouring in the fluids and the drugs. Her bowels settled, she was now indifferent to the frequent gushes of urine inexorably soaking her once more. Barbara, at a loss to do something for her, had given her a shot of Demerol and her joint pains had eased to a faraway ache. The wet diaper stung her sore bottom, but she tried to ignore it, thankful for the clean, dry sheets and the respite from the torment of messing herself time and again. Groggily, she half watched TV, legs drawn up to ease the bulk between her legs. She didn't bother to answer or even turn at the knock on her door. Waiting until it opened, she began to turn when strong arms engulfed her. She caught a smell redolent of soap and cologne. "Tell me everything that happened to you today" said Paul, taking her hands. Breaking down finally, he waited without comment until the end of the account and the beginning of the sniff-gulp stage. Sitting her back to the pillows, he pulled off the plastic pants and silently tugged away the diaper. She watched as he began to wipe, reaching under her, circling over her tight little hairless pussy. He flicked his finger down her crack and she shivered. He trailed the silvery juice across his lips. "Horny, Kirsty" he smiled. "Aren't I clever?" As if hypnotized, she offered her wrists to be restrained and then diapered again. Tilting her head back, she wondered if she was still buzzing from the Demerol. The TV murmured on as her feet were slipped into socks and then strapped down, well apart. "Kirsty is happy now, I think" said Paul as she drank tea from the straw. "I want to be here when she is wet again. See her wriggle for me as she loses her control and pees." Kirsty was about to respond to this when his hand clamped swiftly over her mouth. "I could tape Kirsty's soft mouth up, too." Suddenly the efficient nurse again checked her pulse and temperature, tidied the diaper supply cart and propped open the door. She turned, straining against the straps towards him when he turned back and bent down to her ear. "When you leave here, we are going on a date, you and I" THE END, OR IS IT? I may add a Part 5 of my own down the road.

View File JAV - PC-24 - Masturbating so hard that they pee and/or poop Have you ever flicked the bean so hard you've literally shat yourself? Can't say I have, but these ladies have. Peeing and pooping while climaxing videos. In case this wasn't obvious... *** CONTAINS POOP CONTENT *** Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 05/04/2022 Category JAV Collections  

View File JAV - PYM-393 - Cheeky dormitory wank leads to bedwetting accident This is a clip from a larger film (see larger file) that features girls in a dormitory finding a little bit of privacy to play with themselves. One of the girls (see smaller file) gets a little carried away and soaks her bed when she climaxes. Whatever will she tell her friends? Enjoy, Rach p.s. This is the only wetting clip of all of the scene, but I thought the other scenes were pretty cute, so I included the video. Those who are into panties, school uniforms, and masturbating women will appreciate these clips. Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 05/04/2022 Category JAV Collections  

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Right before Christmas it was time for another short vacation trip for this omo enthusiast and S, her suit fetishist boyfriend. This time we were just having a one night hotel stay revisiting the town where we had so many of our first times as a couple last year, right in the beginning of our kink exploration journey. So much has happened since then. We know each other better, we´ve found things that work and things that doesn´t, we have been flying and we´ve come down, and we´ve grown. I was super tired after a stressful time and working early morning shifts all week, but it felt good to be away from home. After checking in and relaxing at the hotel room for a while, we dressed up in our shirts and suits. Even if it was a long time since I practiced, this time my tie knot was approved by S. We made our way to a Lebanese restaurant, and ordered oversize meze plates. We kind of summarized the year, talked about how much we appreciate the trust between us, the way we accept each other and can be ourselves in all of this. It´s a big thing. Despite having had several glasses of water I skipped the bathroom visit before we rolled out of the place, to look for a nice bar. Two nights before Christmas and increasing covid issues made for a very slow and calm city life. We had a drink (and loads of water for me) in a cozy restaurant, and hung out there for a while. It was a big open place, and a group of young men in the corner were the only other guests. Our outfits fit in just right here, but for the plans I had in mind for the end of this night, I didn´t feel comfortable. I wanted to move on to a smaller and more crowded place. We payed the bill, left and kept walking past deserted bars and restaurants, when we came upon a smaller and more busy sports bar. It would do. We ordered a beer and kept talking. I know overactive bladder is an issue, but my bladder sometimes seems to be underactive. Especially in the evenings. Now it was just like that. I could feel it’s fullness, and my stomach felt bloated from all I´ve been drinking. I knew I should theoretically be at my bursting point, but, nothing. No increasing urgency. No fidgeting. I had the feeling of being immune against desperation. When we had finished our beers S started to get impatient, and I also didn´t feel like staying much longer. It was just my nervousness that kept me waiting. I thought it might be easier to do what I had planned with a higher level of desperation but I just didn´t seem to get there anytime soon, so I might as well just get to action now. I went down to the pool table area, and reached the bathrooms. They were occupied, but soon one door opened, and I went in. As I locked the door behind me the need to pee grew bigger, and almost by instinct my hand went to the button of my pants as if to undo it, but I stopped myself. Instead I just sat straight down on the toilet with my black suit pants still on. My body hesitated, as if knowing something wasn´t right. I needed to convince my bladder that it had permission to release. But first I needed to convince myself, because what the fuck was I about to do? A short moment of doubt, and then I just let it happen. I started peeing. It first filled my underwear with warmth, then it started to pool around my butt, and at the same time I heard the trickle of a slow pee stream going through the fabric and hitting the water in the bowl below me. No turning back now, I was doing it. By that thought I automatically stopped peeing, and had to give it a push to get started again. I was now peeing freely, enjoying the relief and the spreading wet heat as my pants became heavy, and the pee went through them. If someone heard the sound from the other side of the door, they would have no idea I was peeing straight into my pants. After I had finished peeing, the soaked fabric kept dripping for a while, and I remained seated until it seemed to stop. Then I got up, standing still to be sure that nothing dripped down to the floor. It was of course out of the question to leave a mess on the bathroom floor, or even worse, a pee trail behind me when I got out of here. But everything seemed to be fine. I tried to take some ass selfies, just to see how bad it was from the behind, if anything showed, but the pictures sucked so I couldn´t trust them. I just had to stick with the memories of all the times I had been wetting these pants before, and how well they were hiding wet patches. I would get away with it this time too. Escape time. I unlocked the door, and made my way between the pool tables, and the people too occupied with their own business to care about this well dressed woman who probably only to the most observant eye would have had something shiny showing on the back of her pants, a subtle sign that she may not have succeeded to get her pants down in time. I got back to our table, and we put our jackets on and quickly left the place. It was cold outside, snow on the ground, and the warm wetness in my crotch became freezing cold in no time. Some of the coldness was still slowly crawling down the inside of my thighs. But the walk to the hotel was short and wasn´t uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. I just got a little nervous when another couple walked up close behind us, so we crossed the street to get away from them. I asked S to see if something showed. “No, nothing. But I don´t have my glasses on so I wouldn´t see it anyway” ”Wait a minute… So everytime you´ve told me my wettings didn´t show, it´s because you didn´t wear your glasses? That´s scary.” I had already estimated that I would be having absolutely no power left for the usual “horny masturbation standing in the shower with wet pants still on” so I had brought a waterproof pad with me so that I could relax in bed instead, while taking care of this. I put the pad on the bed sheet, and laid down. Turned on by touching the soaked underwear inside my pants, I immediately got started and soon also finished, while S was standing next to the bed, watching and doing the same, until he soiled the front of my pants with his cum. We were both done. But not really. We went into the bathroom to shower, but I didn´t feel like taking my pants off. When I buttoned them instead of pulling them down, S knew what was going on. “You´ve got more”, he said, got into the bathtub with me and put his hand between my legs. He felt the wet gusset of my pants get warm as I started gushing. After a while I let him put the hand directly into my underwear to feel it better. My pee pooled in his hand before it overflowed down my legs and we were both standing in a growing puddle. This was hot. Even hotter than the sneaky wetting at the pub. This second wetting of the night had worked me all up again, and the same hand that I had just peed all over now helped me reaching another chlimax. Apparently I had some energy left after all, but it was also the last of it before we showered and stumbled into bed. In hindsight, it surprises me how much of my fetish practice that takes place in my head. This idea had been so hot when I had imagined it and practiced at home. Right as it happened it wasn´t the same. It turned me on, and the aftermath in the room was great, but the act in itself wasn´t super special. I wondered why. Was I too tired and exhausted? Should we have had another build-up? Should I have held longer to make it more intense? Or has this kind of public stuff lost the excitement it had in the beginning? Maybe a little bit of all four. But now, writing it down, reliving the memory, it gets stronger and hotter again. My fetish is just so much more than those 20 seconds it takes to empty a bladder.

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