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DISCLAIMER

This story and the events that happen inside it are purely fictional. None of this

applies to the real world or is based on the real world. This story mostly contains messing.

If that is not your area of interest, feel free to leave.

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The main character is named Zoey Maketa, a 19y female, currently living in the (fictional) city of Kagayaku-Taiyo in Japan

No Resistance Available. (Chapter 2: "Now what?")

 

Zoey begins to feel a sense of panic as her stomach continues to churn and rumble. She starts to pick up her pace, hoping to get home before her digestive system unleashes another round of diarrhea. But as she pedals faster, she can feel the pressure building in her bowels, and she knows she's running out of time. Suddenly, she spots a public restroom up ahead, and relief floods through her. She pedals as fast as she can, hoping to make it in time. But just as she reaches the door, her stomach gives out and she feels a warm surge of liquid filling her diaper. Panic washes over her as she realizes what's just happened. She quickly locks the door behind her and assesses the damage. The diaper is soaked through and there's a noticeable bulge in the back. She knows she'll need to change, and fast. But she also knows that she doesn't have any spare diapers with her. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed, Zoey begins to frantically search through her backpack for anything she can use to clean herself up. She finds some tissues and baby wipes, but they're not going to be enough. She curses herself for not bringing a spare diaper and wonders how she's going to make it home in this state. As she stands there, feeling defeated and humiliated, she hears a soft knock on the door. "Is everything okay in there?" a kind voice asks.  Zoey hesitates for a moment, feeling too embarrassed to admit what had just happened. She quickly tries to compose herself and responds to the stranger outside the door, "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for asking." The stranger seems to sense that something is off, and there's a moment of silence before they respond. "Are you sure? I heard some noises, and I just want to make sure you're okay." Zoey feels a pang of guilt for lying, but she just can't bring herself to admit what had just happened. "Yes, I'm sure. Thank you for your concern, but I'm okay," she says, trying to sound as convincing as possible. There's another moment of silence, and then the stranger speaks again. "Alright, well, if you need anything, just let me know. I'm happy to help." Zoey feels a mix of relief and shame as she hears the stranger's footsteps fading away. She knows she should have been honest, but she just can't bear the thought of anyone knowing what she's going through. Feeling defeated, she begins to clean herself up as best she can with tissues and baby wipes. She knows it's not enough, but it's all she has. She changes out of her wet clothes and tries to compose herself as she prepares to leave the restroom. Zoey takes a deep breath and tries to push the embarrassment and shame out of her mind. She knows that she needs to get home as quickly as possible, but the walk feels like an eternity. As she walks, she can feel the wet diaper squishing against her skin, and she can't shake the feeling of humiliation. She tries to keep her head down and avoid eye contact with anyone she passes, hoping that no one will notice the odor coming from her diaper.

As she gets on her bike and speeds away, she can sense another wave of liquid surging through her body, but this time, not in the form of poop. As she speeds home, the urge to pee grows with every rotation she does. It feels as if she's going to burst! This urgency only encourages Zoey to go as fast as she can, but not realizing that her bodily fluids are doing the same. Somehow, during all this madness, she managed to make it home without leaking again. As Zoey gets on her bike and speeds away, she can sense another wave of liquid surging through her body, but this time, not in the form of poop. As she speeds home, the urge to pee grows with every rotation she does. It feels as if she's going to burst! This urgency only encourages Zoey to go as fast as she can, but not realizing that her bodily fluids are doing the same. She pedals harder and harder, feeling the wind rushing past her face and the adrenaline pumping through her veins. But as she gets closer and closer to her apartment building, she realizes that she might not make it to the bathroom in time. Panic begins to set in, and she starts to pedal even faster. But just as she's about to turn the corner onto her street, she feels a warm surge of liquid nearing her bladder, and it's getting closer and closer. "Oh no, no, no," she mutters to herself, feeling a sense of anything but tranquil. 

What will happen next? Find out by letting me know if you want chapter 3!

 

 

WARNING

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DISCLAIMER

This story and the events that happen inside it are purely fictional. None of this

applies to the real world or is based on the real world. This story mostly contains messing.

If that is not your area of interest, feel free to leave.

Information

The main character is named Zoey Maketa, a 19y female, currently living in the (fictional) city of Kagayaku-Taiyo in Japan

No Resistance Available. (Chapter 3: "Time for an experiment...")

 

Zoey could see her house directly in front of her, with still quite a long way to go. As she urged closer to them, the pressure grew larger, forcing her to pedal faster. Each time she does anything, it adds to the sense of urgency that has already grown large. "Almost... there..." she quietly says to herself. It was only a matter of time until she had finally arrived, just in time. As she braked and struggled to get off her bike, she brings it up to the front porch and leaves it there, scrambling to open the door in time. As it finally opens, she feels relief along with the pressure. But just as she steps inside, her other shoe gets caught in the frame, causing her to trip. The sudden event sent a weird sensation through her body, as she focused everything on breaking her fall. Smoothly landing on her hands instead of her face, she felt relieved. However, she forgot about the one thing she needed to pay attention to the most. At this time she didn't notice it, but it wouldn't be long until warmth flowed into her crotch area, adding to the 2 messes inside her diaper already. Laying on the floor, with the door wide open and her diaper visible under her skirt, it wouldn't be long until she realized she was completely exposed. Getting up and closing the door, she quickly went to the bathroom and assessed the damage. "Welp looks like that's another one down the drain." She says to herself, hoping to ease all of the feelings she just felt. 

It's also worth mentioning that Zoey shits a lot more than any normal person would. Even if she just ate an apple, the poop would be the same size as the fruit. She doesn't know why this is, but is the reason why she bought so many diapers, and why they are "durable". Regardless, throughout that adventure, they never leaked, which was a surprise, considering the size.

As she needs a change, she heads to her room with the sagging diaper still on her ass and takes it off. Wiping herself with baby wipes and using some baby powder to prevent rashes, she takes another one out of the big box and carefully wears it. "I can't believe I just got these today, and I've already filled one..." She said in astonishment. She changes from her grey shirt and skirt to some simple pajamas to relax inside the house. She also decides to order some pizza, for something she has planned later. Heading downstairs to watch some TV, she notices it's already 6:00. "Wow, that was an entire hour and a half? Seemed like 30 minutes." She was reminded of the bulky panty replacement when she sat down on the couch, giving her an excellent idea. "Why don't I see how much this thing can hold? I mean, it is durable after all." She thinks to herself. As a solid 30 minutes go by, she gets a knock on her door. Getting up to answer it, she doesn't hide the fact she is wearing a diaper and just opens it.

"Pepperoni Pizza for Zoey?" the deliveryman says.

 

"Yep! That's me!" Zoey replies

 

"Perfect, just tap here."

 

As she taps her card on the reader, she hears the satisfying ding, telling her that the payment went through. She collects the pizza and right as she is about to close the door, she notices something in the corner of her eye. "What's this? Laxatives?" She questions, not remembering when she bought them. They were of the "explosive" kind, and reading the back confirms that. "Experience an explosion never felt before! You won't have problems again with your bowels!" Looking at the bottom of the container clearly says to only take 1 per 24 hours. Taking more may result in problems. That, however, goes right over her head as she closes the door and sits down at the table. Opening the pizza box, she is excited to dig in, but first grabs a drink. Sitting back down, she begins to watch some Netflix as she devours her pizza. Around 30 minutes later, she is halfway through when she starts feeling some rumbles in her stomach. Ignoring this, she keeps eating. Finishing the entire box with no problems yet, she opens the laxative container and decides to take 1 with her drink. After swallowing it, she waits about 5-10 minutes. Nothing. Feeling unsatisfied, she decides to take another. However, just 30 seconds after, a sharp pain enters her stomach. "Woah... this was... unexpected..." She says to herself, with the urge to poop growing stronger. She farts a little, which turns out louder and stinkier than expected. As she farts again, she feels a quick rush of warm liquid-like poop enters her diaper. "Uh oh.." she whispers to herself as she begins to stand up, uncontrollably farting and some leaking out here and there. Making her way to the bathroom, she falls to her knees, holding her stomach, as a rush of diarrhea-mixed poop leaves her rectum. The bulge begins to grow and she can't stop it, until a few seconds later. Finally able to get up, she slowly walks to the bathroom with poop-filled farts leaking out of her ass. As she finally opens the door, takes off her diaper with the door still open, and sits down on the toilet, it begins to flow out without stopping. "It.. won't.. stop..!" She shouts to herself as her butthole releases more and more into the toilet. After going for what seems like an eternity, it stops, and she gets up. But it isn't over yet as she falls and it starts coming out. After a minute of fighting, it finally stops. For real this time. She gets up to first inspect her diaper, halfway full, then the toilet, which is 95% full, including when she wasn't sitting down. Flushing the mess and cleaning the toilet, she runs to her room with nothing on except for her pajama shirt and cleans up. Putting on a fresh diaper, she goes downstairs again to turn off the TV, then comes back upstairs. Having to put on one of her backup skirts, as her pants are currently ruined, she lays down and drifts off to sleep. She forgets about the second laxative, however, and it may take a toll on her.

 Will she poop in her sleep? Find out in Chapter 4!

 

 

WARNING

DO NOT STEAL CONTENT.

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