Emma Bailey 311 Posted December 10, 2020 Popular Post Share Posted December 10, 2020 (edited) Before I start, I’d like to say that even though this is the second time I’ve posted here about laxatives, I really don’t have much experience with them. I’ve only messed using them three times now, and this was my very first time doing it on purpose. This is my second experience holding on the OmoOrg discord. I’d been getting a ton of recommendations telling me to try out laxatives, which I haven’t used for an intentional messing before, so after holding for all of yesterday I decided today was the day for it. I had some laxatives meant for constipation that were supposed to work within an hour or so, so I started off my morning by taking two of those, drinking a big glass of water, and scarfing down some buttered toast. My plan was to hold up to lunch, eat something, and then take a long walk and let nature take its course. However, that wasn’t to be: before lunch, I had a gauntlet of two long meetings in which me and my team were presenting a project analysis. Now, I am, when it comes to “accidents,” not the most cautious person. And since both meetings were over Zoom, I figured that it could add a little spice to my hold to have to make it through both of them clean. For the first meeting, I thought that the laxative wouldn’t be in full affect yet, so I just wore panties and a t-shirt. This was not a good decision. I lasted just over an hour into the first meeting before things started to get bad. I was hit with a wave of cramps, and, trying to relieve them, decided to trust a fart. I immediately felt something wet and slippery slide out of me, and my panties shifting to hold the beginning of my mess. I’d decided that at the start of my second meeting I could put a diaper on, since I was sure that the scope of my mess would stretch past what my panties could handle very soon. However, as of that first fart, that time was still 20 minutes off. As I waited, trying to keep my facial expressions neutral, I felt more and more farts, and more and more poop, escaping. Luckily, with one last burbling fart I managed to get myself back under control. Unluckily, I was unmuted and speaking at the time of the fart. I turned five shades of red and faded into the background for the rest of that meeting. As that meeting ended, I realized a second problem: even though I’d stopped messing for now, I doubted I could stand up without starting once more. While my meager five-minute time between meetings passed quickly, I slowly scooted my chair towards my backpack, which still contained the bag of Tenas I’d bought yesterday. I fished one out, carefully slipped it under my bottom, and taped it on over my panties. So there I was, sitting in my weird between-living-room-and-kitchen space, wearing a rumpled business-casual shirt and a diaper, staring into a computer and waiting for the cramps to start again. It only took 15 minutes for them to resume in force. I decided that this time, I wasn’t going to wait around for farts to relieve the pressure. I carefully forced one out, scrunching up my face and shifting on my bum, trying to let just the smallest bit of gas out. Well, I didn’t mess myself. But what I did do was suddenly, without any warning, flood my diaper. I hadn’t even noticed that I needed to pee until that moment—my diaper was drenched in seconds. My shock must have been obvious, because almost immediately afterwards a coworker (well, a coworker of my boss, anyway) messaged me. He wanted to know if I was ok, and said that I could probably leave the call for a minute if I needed to use the bathroom. When I’m doing holds I’m fine with a lot of things. Wetting in front of people? Fine, if embarrassing later. Obvious potty dances? I can live with people seeing me do that. But what really gets me is anyone trying to help me. I’m pretty sure I turned my camera off straight away, and I sent him back a message saying that I was fine, I was just having some stomach troubles. As the meeting progressed, so did my desperation. I could hear my stomach making worrying sloshing noises, and any mess I let out bubbled against my diaper. I looked for anything to distract me from my bowels. As luck would have it, I found something: I realized that if I kept drinking water, I could focus on my bladder. And with a diaper on, I didn’t have to worry about any puddles. By the end of the meeting, my diaper (and the panties inside it) was soaked and slightly soiled. I waddled over to the shower and let it drop down to my ankles. By now, the very worst part of the hold was over, and I realized that my urge to go had subsided, ever so slightly. However, a quick prodding of my tummy told me that I had a lot more in me. At the discord’s prompting, I wiped myself clean, threw on a new diaper under a pair of tights and jorts, and resolved to head out to Starbucks to get some coffee. On a good day, I could make it to this Starbucks in under five minutes walking briskly. This was not, of course, a good day for walking, and it took me nearly ten minutes, cramps increasing and diaper crinkling as I went. As I arrived, I took stock of my situation again. I probably had another fifteen minutes of strength left in me, if I tried my hardest. I was determined to reduce that number with some hot black coffee. Additionally, as I saw myself in the windows of the shop, I noticed that I had picked probably the very worst outfit for diaper wearing: under the tight shorts and tighter tights, the diaper made a noticeable bulge. I bought my coffee as fast as I could and then was back on the road. As I downed the coffee, the cramps changed, becoming less painful but more insistent. I began to waddle. By the time I was a couple of blocks off from my apartment, my knees were weak and my legs were doing their best to drag me down into a squat. Then, of course, things got even worse. I wasn’t the only one waiting at the next stoplight. Another woman, maybe a couple years older than me, was already there, waiting for the same light. As I waited for the light, I became lightheaded as another fart forced itself out. The light turned, but it was too late for me. The lady turned to me in what was probably a mix of surprise and confusion as, leaning against the light post, I squatted low and began to fill my diaper. I regained my control quickly, but not before she’d begun to approach me, maybe trying to offer help. Trying to keep my increasing obvious diaper bulge out of her line of sight, I pulled myself up and ran off the other way. Leaning up against a building to catch my breath and finish my drink, I counted my blessings that with my mask and beanie it’s unlikely that she would recognize me if she ever saw me again. I made my way back to my apartment, carefully crossing streets to avoid other pedestrians. Finally, I came within a block of my apartment. This is where everything fell apart. Standing in front of the stoplight that I was headed towards was the same woman I’d ran into just minutes before. She was headed for the same apartment building as me. I had a choice: catch up with her now, and remove any chance that she hadn’t realized what I’d done, or wait and almost certainly mess myself. I ducked into one of those larger entryways some buildings have and finally allowed myself to fall into a squat. The relief was almost immediate, my mess pouring out of me with a series of popping and gurgling sounds. My diaper sagged, the leg-guardless sides of it threatening to split and spill my mess. I needed to make it home fast. My diaper swinging between my legs and squishing uncomfortably against my tights, I made it to the apartment building and into the elevator. On the ride up, I carefully unzipped my jorts and pulled them off, allowing my diaper the most space that I could. I would have been a bizarre sight on my way to my room: a woman bundled up in a coat, beanie, and mask, carrying a pair of jorts, with an obvious diaper threatening to spill under her white tights. However, there wasn’t anyone there to see me, so I uneventfully made it into my shower, where I pulled off my pants and let my soiled diaper drop for the second time that day. So that was my first intentional messing with laxatives! It was totally different from a natural messing—the cramps hurt more, I was a lot gassier, and my load was nearly liquid when it came out. However, despite this I’ll probably try it again sometime, because the relief I felt at the very end was the best I’ve had in a while. Edited December 10, 2020 by Emma Bailey (see edit history) Quantum Gender, mattdiaper13, JackedUp and 13 others 11 5 Quote Link to comment
DiminishingReturns 275 Posted March 28, 2021 Share Posted March 28, 2021 As I read through this, I had many chuckles and even a few actual laughs when you described your gurgling a bubbling. But when you got to the part about returning home and wearing a mask, outside? Was that just to give yourself more discretion? Are you masked up during your Zoom calls as well? Quote Link to comment
Emma Bailey 311 Posted March 29, 2021 Author Share Posted March 29, 2021 10 hours ago, DiminishingReturns said: But when you got to the part about returning home and wearing a mask, outside? Was that just to give yourself more discretion? Are you masked up during your Zoom calls as well? I didn't wear a mask during the zoom call, but I was masked up for the walk because of Covid. Also, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Quote Link to comment
SlendrWetr 71 Posted March 30, 2021 Share Posted March 30, 2021 Think I read this post once before and enjoyed it just as much the 2nd time. Sounds like a hell of a roller coaster; just when you think there's relief, wait, there's more! I can definitely relate to that post lax feeling, it is quite amazing especially if you've been backed up or cramping. Thanks for sharing what sounds like a lovely experience 😃 Emma Bailey and Padded_girl 1 1 Quote Link to comment
moiamigo 213 Posted April 5, 2021 Share Posted April 5, 2021 Just read this again. Thanks so much for sharing!! Quote Link to comment
ascela 14 Posted April 6, 2021 Share Posted April 6, 2021 Thank you so much for sharing this experience with us! It's a great story Quote Link to comment
SilverSnake 570 Posted April 24, 2021 Share Posted April 24, 2021 I love the idea of the uncontrollable messing during the zoom meeting! Thank your for sharing! Quote Link to comment
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