messy_diaper_girl

The tone sounded for the end of class through the intercom system. The final wave of students funneled out of college lecture halls ready to go back home to their dorms. I sat at my desk, staring at a blank paper in front of me. My stomach groaned and I felt as if someone was twisting it, the pain drowning out every other sense. "Miss?" A voice broke me from my trance. "I'm fine," I muttered. "Are you sure? You look like you're in a lot of pain." The professor said, "It's okay, I'll be fine once I get back to my dorm. Thank you though." I said as I pushed myself up from the desk. I stood up, trying to ignore the stabbing feeling in my stomach. "I'm going to head out, thanks for checking on me." I said, looking over at him. He nodded. "See you tomorrow. And try to get your assignment done on time. If not, I can't help you with your grade this time." He chided, sounding genuinely pissed. I rolled my eyes and turned to walk out of the room. I walked down the hallways, the halls were empty except for the occasional students walking by. It wasn't until I reached the stairwell that I let out a sigh of relief. I pushed the door shut and twisted the deadbolt to lock it. I couldn't stand the pain anymore as I squatted down. Thankfully the cover I had over my diaper completely silenced any crinkle it would make as I started pushing. Gradually, a huge log of hard shit slowly crept out of my body. I had to adjust the leg garters and pull the back of the diaper down to make way for the size of the mess I was making. As it continued snaking its way out of me I put my hand on the seat of the soft waterproof cloth. I could feel it as it stretched more and more until the force of my pushing and the resistance of the diaper itself caused the load to collapse. Finally, the pain in my stomach was starting to subside. But a new feeling took over me, an almost desperate need to pee that had been overshadowed by the agony my constipation had been causing me. Moving closer to the door I went from a squat to a wall sit and tried to relax my bladder. After a few moments of heavy breathing, I started to hear the telltale hiss and felt the warmth enveloping the entire front of the padding. The absolute euphoria I felt finally being able to relieve myself was amazing. Finally, I lifted my skirt to see the damage I had done. I unsnapped The diaper cover and let it hit the ground. I pulled out my phone and opened my camera to get a better view. I was amazed at what I saw. The entire front of the diaper was tinged a light yellow and the wetness indicator had all but disappeared. I angle the camera back a little more to get a better view of the back and I could see the sheer size of the mess I had made. I smiled and took a few pictures as I pulled the diaper cover back on and snapped it shut, adjusting my skirt and letting it fall back to my knees. I stood up and sighed, still feeling a little lightheaded from the excitement of relieving myself. I unlocked the door and walked down the stairs. I got into my car and moaned as I felt my body weight smash the load in my diaper flat against me and the seat as I drove back to my dorm. Finally pulling into the parking lot I got out of my car and beeped the fob to lock it. I tried to hide that trademark cowboy walk as I made my way to the dorm elevator. I pressed the button for the fourth floor and watched as the door shut. After about a minute of hearing the cables whine and grind, the chime dinged and the doors opened. I double-checked to make sure I was on the right floor and made my way to my room. As soon as I entered my dorm I dropped my bag and pulled off my shirt, shoes, skirt, and diaper cover, tossing them into the hamper. Thankfully I was small-chested so I walked around in my diaper and sports bra. I could feel the weight of what I had done pulling on the fragile tapes, the only thing keeping the nightmare inside the padding on my body. I shuffled to my bedroom and snatched up my favorite belt. I hiked the garment up so that it was as tight against my body as I could manage and wrapped the belt around the waistband. I threaded the tail of it through the buckle until the last notch I had made and flipped it shut. Now confident that my diaper was secure I wandered towards the kitchen and rooted through the fridge. Did I forget to mention I have a roommate? I know surprising right someone like me doing the shit I do, no pun intended. But ironically enough she was into the same thing as me. Our dorm only allowed same sex roommates so I was stuck with another chick. I hated dealing with other women but thankfully we had enough in common to make it tolerable for both of us. I saw she had bought some yogurt tubes and I snagged a few. I wrote on a sticky note to let her know how many I'd taken and that I would buy her a new box if I ate them all. I grabbed some granola out of the cupboard and a bowl to mix up some homemade parfait. I dove back into the fridge, grabbed some fruit medley mix I bought, and sprinkled some on top. I mixed it all and poured it into the bowl. I grabbed a spoon and dug in. I love the taste of fruit and the yogurt was just sweet enough to add a little something extra. After I finished I rinsed out my dishes and put them on the rack to dry. Now that I was full, I went back to the living room and turned on the TV. I flipped through trying to find something entertaining to watch and decided to settle for YouTube. Sitting on the couch only reminded me more of what I was still wearing. I subconsciously started typing messy videos and compilations into the search bar. Within moments multiple playlists popped up from my previously watched and I skimmed through to see if there was any new content. They were usually forgotten about or archives, but on rare occasions, there would be a new addition. Seeing nothing new I decided to watch older videos I hadn't seen yet. After scrolling through nearly 30 thumbnails with a full red bar underneath, I finally made it to unwatched videos. I clicked on the first one that came up and was greeted with an older quality video of someone in a critter caboose diaper squatting in front of the camera facing away. The fuzzy audio was able to pick up a few grunts and sighs as the creator gently bounced up and down. After a few seconds, a small crackling sound could be heard and the back of the diaper started to expand. I couldn't help but imagine what was going on behind the diaper. I continued to watch the video as it started to expand further and the crackling turned into a few loud farts and a final blort. I was about to click on the next video when I noticed it still had some time left. I continued watching and the person making the video turned around and showed the front. Soon you could hear the same hiss I had made a meer 30 minutes ago as the designs slowly faded from the outer shell. The video ended and the autoplay went to the next clip. I watched about 30 minutes of that playlist before I felt the overwhelming need to deal with the excess excitement I had been bottling up. I went to my room and grabbed my Hitachi wand, mine was one of the older versions that still had a cord. I took it back into the living room, plugged it in, turned it on, and lay back against the couch with my legs up now, heels pressed into the cushion. I put on a new video, a compilation of one of my favorite creators messing, sometimes twice or multiple times in the same diaper. I started grunting and sighing as I ground the vibrator against the squishy wet padding of the front of the diaper. The vibrations rippled through the entire thing, even making its way up and around the back. It felt amazing. I started to whimper as I got closer and closer to climax until finally, I got off the couch. I got into a squatting position and tried to push out any mess I still might have had in my system in perfect unison with the video. As another partial load pushed its way into the back of my diaper I finally reached climax. I rested my entire upper body on the table as convulsions ripped through my body. I let out a small cry as my knees buckled and I started peeing even more. When I was finally able to pull myself back up onto the couch I turned off the wand and pulled the plug out of the wall, wrapped it up, and set it on the middle shelf of the table, grabbing a thin blanket we kept stored there and covered myself up. I looked at the TV and saw that a new video was playing, and still reveling in the bliss of such a powerful orgasm I watched until I drifted off to sleep. After what must have been only a few hours my roommate came in, slamming the door like always. I had asked her many times for her to be nicer on the door because I didn't want to have any kind of repair/inspection done on our dorm. Both my roommate and I were huge stoners and there was a no-smoking rule in place for the dorms. Almost nobody listened but you would still get a charge at the end of the semester for smoke damage to the room. "Hey," I said sleepily, giving her a quick wave and stretching out as I woke up more and more. "Oh hey, sorry. Didn't know you were asleep." She replied. "No problem. I needed to get up anyway." I replied, yawning and sitting up. "Whatcha doing?" She asked me, looking over at the TV. "Just relaxing. You?" I asked. "Nothing just finished hanging out with Tanner." She said, "Cool," I mumbled, closing out the random documentary that was playing. As I backed out the search results of my messy escape popped on screen. "What was that?" She asked. "Um... don't know. Just some random shit." I lied. "You know you don't need to lie, that blanket's kind of falling off and I can put two and two together. It's your TV too, you can watch whatever you want." She said, looking a little hurt that I lied to her face. "Not to mention I do it too, you've caught me before." She chuckled. "I'm going to go ahead and change into one myself, I've been dying to ever since I got out of the final period and had to take the one I had on today off to go to Tanner's." She said as she started walking towards her bedroom. "Oh, all right. Well, I'm going to go ahead and get dressed and head out." I said as I got up, rolling the blanket up into a ball and putting it at the foot of the couch. "Where are you going?" She asked, just out of polite curiosity. "I'm probably going to go to the bar and hang out there for a while. There've been some cute guys there recently and I'm going to see if some of them will buy me a drink." I giggled as I started pulling on a gown-style dress. "Are you going to change?" She asked, looking down towards my waist. "No, this one still has plenty of use left on it and I don't want to risk pissing myself if I get drunk. Plus, it feels too good to take off right now. Is it noticeable under the dress?" I asked, turning around so she could see the back. "Not exactly, it does make your ass look a little bigger but it doesn't look like a diaper bulge. But you should probably use some perfume, I can tell you've been sitting in it for a while. It's starting to get that stink." She said, handing me a bottle of one of her favorite perfumes. "Thanks. And yeah, I kind of lost it coming home and it was a bit more intentional before I went to sleep." I chuckle, giving the back of my diaper a bit of a squeeze. I could feel the massive lump that was still sitting in the back of my diaper. I gauged how my bladder felt and decided to give a small push. As soon as I did I started flooding the diaper again. I leaned back a little bit so it would run towards the dry filling in the rear and even out the swelling. I also didn't want it leaking out the front leg garters when I started walking. I let out a sigh of relief as I felt the pressure release from my bladder. "Feel better?" She asked me, trying not to laugh at my dazed expression. "Yeah, much better," I said as I pulled the belt up a little more and readjusted the waistband. The sag had almost made a gap at the leg garters from my tossing and turning but was much better now. "Well, I guess I'll see you when you get back then." She said as she grabbed one of the diapers out of our storage and headed to her room. I grabbed the powder off the shelf and blew a few good-sized clouds into the back of the diaper to try and mask any odor. Then I doused the entire front of my torso in the warm vanilla sugar perfume. After I was finally done I readjusted my dress and let it flow back over my frame. I gave my thighs a quick squeeze to make sure any mess that had worked its way to the middle of the diaper was put where it belonged. I got in my car and went to a local bar that served mostly college students and some locals. As I got out I did one last check in my side view mirror to make sure nothing was visible and walked inside. I went ahead and sat down at the first booth I went by. The cushiony seats and backrest made it easier to hide what I was wearing. As I sat down I heard something that made my heart race. The soft, only slightly muffled crinkle. I gently put my hand on the top of my waist and I felt that I'd never put my diaper cover back on. I quietly panicked as I wondered if my situation would be given away if I got hammered and tried to get up or worse, fell. I debated whether or not to text my roomie to bring me my cover in her purse and meet me in the bathroom. But I eventually decided that this could be an exciting new experience. I ordered a glass of whiskey on the rocks and began sipping it slowly. As I did I glanced around to see if anyone was looking at me. I thought I saw someone glance at me once but I couldn't be sure. I continued sipping on the drink until my paranoia started to fade. I let out a soft sigh and leaned back. As I did I could feel some of my mess being compressed against the top of my ass down to where my thighs met the seat. I had to stop myself before I let out a small moan because of just how good it felt. My thighs gently squeezed together as I tried to force even more of it to squish against me. As I relished the feeling, I could feel a slight twinge in the lower part of my stomach. I thought there was no way I could have anything left after leaving class and getting off back at home. But my stomach was making it very clear that it wasn't the case. I ordered another drink and paid a bit of attention to the pressure building up. When the waitress finally brought over a fresh glass of whiskey I waited until she left to get up and walk towards the restroom. I had to steady myself as I walked, and I think I had to have been swaying a little bit. I opened the door to the lady's room and closed it behind me. I quickly looked around to make sure nobody was in there and locked the door. I went into a stall and closed the door locking that as well and pulled my dress up back around my waist. I pulled the bottom hem of it through the collar so that way I could make sure it wouldn't fall. The cramping and my stomach started moving lower and lower towards my colon until finally, it was begging to come out. I squatted down, braced myself against the door, and started pushing. I half expected liquid Hershey squirts to start shooting out but it felt like something much firmer was trying to push through. I took a deep breath and pushed with everything I had. Almost like it was pressurized, the thick log barreled out of me and mashed itself into the well-flattened and squished shit I had taken earlier. I could feel the weight and sheer size of it pulling on the diaper even more. I finally decided that I would need the cover after all. The bliss I was feeling with this new load was beyond words. And I had no intention of taking this thing off and throwing it away in a public place. Thankfully I always kept my phone in my bra and I texted my roomie. Me: Hey, do you think you can bring that cover to me, I'm in the bathroom at Michael's Tap. I don't think this thing is going to survive without it. Roomie: Sure, that's the bar about 4 miles off of campus right? Me: Yeah, just knock on the door when you get here. I have it locked, I had to take a huge shit. Roomie: OK, I'll be there in ten minutes. I stood up and tried to readjust myself the best I could. As I came out of the stall untucked my dress and let it fall back down covering the disaster I just unleashed. I looked at the time and groaned as it sunk in that I would be stuck in this bathroom for ten minutes. Hopefully, nobody would come pounding on the door wondering what I was doing. I decided to go and sit down on one of the toilets as I waited. I didn't bother locking it this time since I would have to get up when she got here anyway. I positioned myself so my diaper bulge would fit into the open part of the toilet and got comfortable. Finally, after what felt like hours, I heard the familiar knock we used when going into each other's rooms. I got off the toilet and unlocked the door. She came in with her little purse/tote bag abomination and shut the door behind her. I had never been so happy to see that ugly bag before. She reached in and pulled out a black minky diaper cover. It was one of hers. "Thank you so much, you don't know how much this means. I thought I was going to be stuck in here all night. I gosh I started unraveling the cover, pressing the back of it between my lower back and the wall. "Of course." She said as she started zipping her bag back up, sliding it over her shoulder, and getting ready to head out. I quickly fastened the plastic snaps and adjusted the waistband so it went up to my belly button. Once it was properly on let my dress fall back down to cover my new garment. "Thanks again!" I told her as she opened the door. She smiled at me and walked out. I watched as it slowly closed and did a quick double-check in the mirror. After making sure my dress wasn't tucked into anything I went back out to my table. The rest of the night was a bit of a blur as I ordered at least two more drinks and did some horrible karaoke. When they started doing the last call I gathered myself and called my roommate again. This time I had to think almost four times this hard to get the words out properly. But the jumbled mess that came out roughly translated to "I'm wasted, pick me up, can't drive please." She told me she'd be there in about 10 minutes again and I sat back down at the bar and waited with the bartender. When she finally walked in she came up to me, led me to the door and I jerked away. I stumbled to her car and we drove home. "You know you can't just leave your car in the parking lot. You're lucky I told the bartender to leave a note saying I would be back for it in the morning. They can tow your shit dude. And I know you can't afford to get it out of the lot." She said, chuckling to herself. "Guess it's kind of fitting you're in that diaper, you're acting like such a baby. I took literally two minutes to make sure your car didn't get taken/and you're looking at me like it been hours." She was visibly holding back laughter as she finished her sentence. I rolled my eyes and grumbled to myself that I was not a baby. I could hear a slight chuckle/snort as she started dying inside. "Well, you are too! So, why don't you have a diaper on?" I asked, trying to change the subject. She looked at me and shook her head. "You're so wasted that didn't even make sense. I am wearing one dumbass!" She said, laughing at how utterly plastered I was. "You saw me grab one off the shelf before you left for the bar." She reminded me. I crossed my arms and huffed. I looked like a spoiled brat who got told no as she drove us home. When we finally got back to the dormitory I struggled to get out of the car. She helped me out of the seat and guided me as I stumbled towards the elevator. She led me as I stumbled towards the elevator. She helped me inside, pressed the button for our floor and once we were there nearly drug me to the door to our room. We both entered and she turned around to lock the door. "Ok, we're finally home." She said as she pointed to the couch. I sat down and felt how insanely comfortable my full diaper was. Giving out a little sigh I fully relaxed into the cushions. While it was sitting there my roommate came back with two mugs, both filled with hot chamomile tea. She handed me one and started sipping her own as she sat down in the little side chair. Realizing how dry my mouth felt and the disgusting taste I started sipping the tea. It was really sweet in a good way. Plus the actual warmth felt better than the artificial heat from the alcohol. As I started finishing the glass I could feel my arms getting heavier and heavier. At some point, my roommate must have taken the cup from my hands and put it on the table. After a few times of my head drooping and snapping myself awake I decided to give in and lay down on my side. I grabbed the same blanket I used earlier in the day and wrapped myself back up. My roommate grabbed the TV remote put on some video game Let's Play and started watching it, keeping the volume low. "Aren't you going to change out of that thing?" She asked, looking at me confused. I shook my head and pulled my knees closer to my chest until I was almost in the fetal position. "It's too much work and besides it's comfortable. I'll just change in the morning." I mumbled to her as I started drifting off more and more. "Well, I hope that thing at least has one or two more uses out of it because I don't want to clean that out of the couch again. It's bad enough when I do it but you're cleaning up your mess." She replied, knowing there was no point in arguing with me. I tried to listen to as much of the video as I could until I finally drifted off to sleep.

I'm glad u liked it 😊 I'm thinking of finding that AI program and doin another DL story Finally figured out the name of the program I used. It's pirr ai. You can find the app on the Play store, the icon is a black heart.

Amy was an ABDL, meaning she enjoyed wearing diapers. She also loved messing them as well. But what people didn't know was she loved staying in her mess for hours before each change, sometimes even overnight. She would be lying if she said she wasn't addicted to the feeling of being all sticky and messy. Amy enjoyed the feeling so much that she had been doing it for years now. She was born with a spinal cord injury which meant that she couldn't control her bowels or bladder. This caused her to have accidents every day. She was always a very messy girl. And when she got dirty, she liked to stay that way for as long as possible. Amy had OCD and often found herself on her hands and knees looking around her room for something to clean up. But Just as she was bending over to start picking up laundry she could feel a pressure building in her stomach and making its way towards her rectum. She knew she had to mess. In anticipation for this she squatted like she did when she was little in the corner of the room and began pushing the huge firm load into the back of her wet diaper. She pushed and pushed until finally she felt the first log hit the seat of her padding and then it was out. The rest of the mess landed right on top of the first load and then started to make her seat expand. She looked down at her diaper and saw how big it had gotten. She felt the weight of her mess pressing against her body. As she stood up she realized she had to pee. She looked down at her pampers and gauged how full it was. She saw the condition of it and decided it could hold a few more of her "accidents". And she was going to have some fun with it. She sat her squishy diaper butt on the toilet, smushing the firm load she just dumped in to it against her ass thanks to the hard seat. She waited a moment and slowly started peeing in her diaper. She let out a soft moan as she felt the warm liquid be absorbed and swell slightly between her thighs. She was surprised at how much her diaper could really hold. It was only half full after her morning pee and what she was letting go of now. After she finished she stood up and felt her diaper. It was so warm and wet she couldn't believe how good she felt. She looked at the clock and noticed it was nearly noon. She had shopping to do today and she didn't have time to change. She put on a long loose skirt and ran out the door in her wet, messy pamper. She walked through the mall and shopped for hours, but it seemed like she couldn't find anything she wanted. She kept thinking about how hot and sticky her diaper was getting and how good it felt. She wandered around the store, sitting on display furniture and squishing her mess flat again over and over. She could feel it resisting the pressure of her sitting down. Everytime she sat on something new she felt her full messy diaper hug her butt and remind her how babyish she really was. She had never been this excited before. But soon enough it wore off and she started getting bored of walking around in the store. She bought most of what she came for and headed towards her car. As she sat down she felt her pamper hug her butt within it's squishy, messy paradise. She was glad she was an adult and could stay messy as long as she wanted. She always used her diapers to the absolute max, until it was leaking down her legs. She still had plenty of time left to enjoy her mess and she planned on staying like this all day. She loved how it made her feel. It was so warm and cozy and she loved how it smelled. She pulled out her phone and called her friend. "Hey! What are you doing today?" She asked. "Oh, I'm just..." Mia tried to respond but Amy cut her off. "Awesome, I was wondering if you want to hang today. I just finished my shopping and I'm bored as fuck." She said. "Sure thing, sounds great!" Mia chirped. "Awesome, see you in a bit". Amy hung up the phone and looked at her messy diaper. She reached her hand in between her legs and squished it gently. It was still partially dry and the smell wasn't too strong thanks to the baby powder she loved to use. She had hung out with Mia while she was diapered before. She was well aware of Amy's condition and eventually got used to her friends padding and the smell that inevitably followed. Amy began to worry about her diaper sagging and remembered the compression leggings she had in her trunk for days like these. When her little side came out and she wanted to stay wet and messy for hours on end she could just put those on before she went out. The compression would help hold her diaper up as she walked around, the weight from her huge shit would probably rip the tapes off on its own if she didn't. But it would also keep her mess pressed right against her ass inside it as she walked with Mia. She had Mia text her the address of the park they were going to go walking at. Once Amy got the location she started heading towards there. When she pulled into the parking lot she adjusted her skirt to make sure her diaper was completely covered as it sagged. She popped her trunk open and grabbed the pair of black, ass lifting compression leggings and slowly started pulling them up her legs and over her full saggy swollen butt. She could feel the elastic in the waistband squish and roll some of her hard mess against her ass. She let out a soft moan as she hiked the waistband over her belly and made sure that her diaper was secure inside. She gave it a quick squish and a few good pats to make sure that it wasn't bulging out noticeably. And just to top it off she sprayed her entire body in her favorite perfume. The smell of powder and poop completely gone. She was ready for her fun day with Mia. She got out of the car and started walking towards the park. She saw Mia's car parked a few spots over and walked towards it. She opened the door and got in. "Well heya stranger, surprised you made it." Amy chuckled. "You're one to talk, I've been here like forever." She giggled as Amy rolled her eyes and smiled. "Alright, where are we going?" Mia pointed to a trail in the middle of the park. "Let's head that way then." They both got out of the car and started walking towards the trail. As they walked Amy noticed how much more comfortable her diaper felt now that it was secured. It was nice to be able to walk without having to worry about it falling down. But her stomach started bubbling. She thought the mess she made earlier today was all she had in her. She was wrong, and what was left sounded like it would really make a mess in her diaper. She knew she was going to be messy again very soon, and she couldn't wait. The two girls continued walking down the path. Amy ignored the noise her stomach made the best she could, hoping that it would calm down as they walked, not wanting to draw attention to herself much less Mia. But Amy had always wanted to share the bliss of wearing diapers with her friend. She knew the security it brought her and the assurance that she could now poop or pee where ever, whenever, and around who ever she wanted to with them none the wiser. Except of course when her gassy side came out and bubbling muffled farts started slipping out. "Amy! Are you alright?!" Mia asked. "Yeah I'm fine." Amy replied. "I can hear your stomach rumbling, what's wrong?" Mia asked. "Nothing, I'm just hungry." Amy said trying to sound convincing. As the two of them finished the lap and were back by their cars, Amy made a confession. "Mia, I gotta ask you something. It's really weird and you may not want to which is fine, but I want you to spend the day diapered with me and see how good they feel. Just this once. If you don't like it I'll never bring it up again." Mia was taken aback by Amy's request. "Ummm, I don't know Amy." She mumbled, half on board but still apprehensive. "Please, please just try it. If you don't like it I won't force you to wear one." Amy begged. "Fine, I guess." Mia reluctantly agreed. Amy jumped up and down in glee, so happy her best friend was going to indulge in the wonderful world of diapers. "Thank you so much!" She hugged Mia tight. "Hey, no problem." Mia replied. "Now lets go, I wanna show you my new house." Amy said, giving Mia a quick hug as she nearly ran back to her car. She took the lead as she and Mia drove to her house. Every bounce from the bumps and cracks in the road only made her more excited to watch Mia experience diapers for herself. She quickly got out of the car and ran up to her front door. She unlocked it and opened it wide. "Come on in!" She announced. Mia stepped through the doorway and looked around. "Wow, this place looks great!" She exclaimed. Amy smiled at Mia's reaction. "Thanks, I've been working hard to keep it clean and organized. It's a lot of work but I love it." Amy went into her bedroom and sat down on the bed. She looked at Mia who was still standing in the doorway looking around. "So, do you wanna see my diaper?" Amy asked blushing and adjusting her skirt to show which one she meant. Mia nodded. "Sure." Amy stood up and pulled off her skirt. "Looks like you didn't make it to the bathroom." Mia chuckled, seeing her friends diaper bulge in the back and sag with a tinge of yellow surrounded the thin blue wetness indicator in the front. As she pulled down her compression leggings she opted for a belt to keep everything up. The now slightly squishy mess in the back of her diaper being held tight against her ass. "Damn, thaťs a huge shit." Mia commented. "Yeah, but I'm gonna show you why I don't change that often." Amy said. "What do you mean?" Mia asked, looking a bit shocked. "Don't worry, it's not that bad." Amy laughed. She went to her closet and pulled out a white diaper and two booster liners, the same way she wore her own diapers. She also grabbed the baby powder and laid the diaper out on the floor. She put the boosters in and covered the inside of the diaper with her powder. When she was done she had Mia come over by her and remove her pants and panties. When Mia was bare from the waist down Amy had her sit in the middle of the diaper and lay back. She then pulled the front up between her legs and adjusted the tapes until it fit and covered her butt and crotch. "How does it look?" Amy asked. Mia looked at it and noticed how well it fit her body."It looks good." She replied. Amy smiled at her response. "You wanna go outside and try it out?" She asked. Mia nodded, her face a little red. "Don't worry, I have an awning on my back porch. We can sit in the shade and no one will be able to make out what we're doing through the mosquito netting." Amy reassures her. Mia looked a little relieved and nodded. They both grabbed their shoes and headed out to the backyard. Amy sat in one of her patio style chairs and Mia followed suit. "So, are you ready to see why I love diapers so much?" Amy asked. "I thought you were incontinent?" Mia asked, looking confused and a bit betrayed. "I am, but when you're dealt a shitty hand you have to find the positives. Figured if I can't stop myself from shitting and pissing my diapers I might as well enjoy it. It started with me purposely staying in and sitting down for a few minutes in a wet diaper, to messing, and now I'll even sleep in a wet and messy diaper all night. I've gotten so used to it I feel wrong pooping in the toilet. I have these, so why not use them for what they're made for?" Amy asked rhetorically. "I guess it makes sense." Mia replied. "It's amazing how much you can get away with when you're wearing diapers. I've been having fun trying new things lately." Amy said. "Like what?" Mia asked. "Well, I've been experimenting with smoking pot and wearing my diapers out in public. The weed relaxes my body so much my condition takes over completely and there's no chance of holding anything in. I need to pee? I just pee. Poop? Don't even have to push. It's so invigorating to drop a load in the back of your diaper as you walk past people who can't pin the smell on you. I like to do it in the diaper section the most because people think it's just the lingering odor from a toddler as parents do sniff checks. It works out well when they're actually dirty and their parents whisk them off to change. All the while I'm standing there with my legs just barely apart, pushing a stomach load of shit into my diaper. Sometimes I get so lightheaded I just plop down. Once I made the mistake of rocking backwards after I had just filled almost the entire back of my diaper. I nearly had a blow out as it crept up the back. I was glad the waistband stopped it though." Amy sighed. "I bet that was hilarious." Mia said sarcastically. "It was." Amy agreed. "So, how many times did you do that?" Mia asked. "Well, I lost count. Maybe 10 or 20 times?" Amy laughed. "Would have loved to watch that." Mia chuckled. Amy's eyes lit up and she remembered she had another load just waiting to be dumped in her waiting diaper. "May not be the same scenario but you can still watch me poop if you're really curious." She said with a coy smile. "Actually, do you have to poop, even a little bit?" Amy asked. "Kinda, but I really have to pee." Mia said. "Ok, well you go ahead and pee and I'll be right back." Amy said. "Okay, but I don't know if I can." Mia said. "That's okay, you can wait for me to get back and I can help." Amy said excitedly. "Ok but try and hurry, I feel weird out here by myself like this." Mia said. Amy got up and went to her bedroom, she swiped her pack of cigarettes and her lighter and made her way back out to the deck. She could see Mia fidgeting so she waited by the door, observing her. Eventually Mia blushed deep red and made the blank, telltale face of someone peeing. Amy could see her eyes closing and Mia's chest sigh as she sat back and let her bladder empty into the waiting padding between her thighs. Amy smiled at her friend and stepped outside. "You look like you enjoyed that." Amy said. "It wasn't too bad. Just kind of unnerving." Mia said. "Well, you did great. I bet you feel a lot better too." Amy said. Mia nodded and smiled "Yeah, I definitely do." She said. Amy sat down in the chair beside Mia, her diaper squishing and the little air bubbles trapped in her mess only amplified the sound. She pulled out a cigarette, PallMall written just below the filter, and lit it. She handed one to Mia along with her lighter. "Thanks Amy, but I'm not a huge smoker, you know that." She said, looking at her friend with confusion. "I know, but smoking that will help you shit that diaper easier. I have to poop again too so I'll do it with you." Amy said as she patted her belly. Mia looked at her and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess it won't hurt." She said. "There ya go, take a few puffs." Amy said. Mia lit her cigarette and inhaled. "Oh damn" Mia groaned. "Already starting to feel it huh?" Amy giggled. She could see her friend start to get into a squat. It was like a piece of her childhood muscle memory came back and she was bracing for a "corner squat." Then Amy squatted down, feeling the mess already in her diaper sag and fall off her butt. She took a few drags off her cigarette and could feel her mess making its way down to her rectum. She watched Mia and vice versa. Mia's eyes went in and out of focus as her muscles clenched and shifted, fighting against years of potty training to be able to poop in her diaper. Amy felt her own poop start to come out and she knew she needed to hold it until Mia finished. She could see the ass of Mia's diaper pushing out and could see the poop expanding inside it. Amy could tell Mia's mess was on the softer side as she heard the crackling of a bubbly mess filling every nook and cranny. Mia sat there whimpering and puffing her cigarette until it was down to the filter. Amy took it and flicked it into the grass so it could put itself out. After a minute or two Mia sighed and fell to her knees. Her diaper bloated and sweat dripping down her face. As Mia caught her breath Amy relit her cig and took a few drags. She felt the headrush and almost instantaneous laxative effect. Her stomach bubbled and she felt her mess get ready to be pushed out. She made sure Mia was watching her as she started pushing. She was expecting a soft maybe even runny mess to come out but she felt something hard pushing through her anus. "Well that's a nice surprise." She groaned as she pushed harder. Mia looked confused, taking a moment before asking what she meant. "I thought I was going to have diarrhea after the mess I had earlier today, but it feels just as hard as it did earlier." She said as she felt the first part of the new log buckle in the seat of her diaper, the new mess layering on the mess she made not even 2 hours before. It felt so good to feel the load of shit she was dropping stack up until it was pressed directly against her ass. After one more push and a final drag she pushed the last of her mess out. She groaned and sat down on her mess. It was so firm and her diaper was so full that it looked like she stuffed a shirt down her pants in the back. Amy laughed and stood up, pulling her friend to her feet."So, how was it?" Amy asked. Mia looked at her and grinned. "It was.. different." She said. "Different good or different bad?" Amy asked. Mia looked away from her and blushed. "Good." She said. "I mean I really liked it. But I didn't think it would feel this good. Or I had to poop this bad." She said. Amy laughed and sat down next to her. "Well, you're a big girl now." She said, giving a little wink. "Now you can go whenever or wherever you want." She said. Mia nodded and smiled. "Thanks Amy, I really appreciate it." She said. Amy smiled and hugged her best friend. But Amy had one more thing she wanted to do. It was a fantasy of hers that she could only do with someone else. "Mia, I have a question. I know I've asked you to do a lot today but I wanted to do one more thing." Amy said as she held Mia's hand. "What is it Amy?" She asked. "I want you to sit on my lap." She said, her face blushing as she realized she just asked her friend to do one of her ultimate fantasies. "You want me to sit on your lap?" Mia asked. "Yes, I want you to sit on my lap and squish your mess around in your diaper on me. If you have to pee again you can just pee in my lap. It feels amazing to squish your mess around." Amy said, grinding her super messy diaper into the deck chair. She was glad her loads were so hard, with how much there was now she would definitely have a major blowout. Mia looked at her, unsure if she should take the offer. "Are you serious? You want me to sit on your lap while I squish my mess around in my diaper?" Mia asked. Amy nodded. "Yeah, I've always wanted to try that. I think it would be fun. Maybe you'll like it." She said. "Okay then. Lets do it!" Mia said excitedly. She walked over and slowly sat down in Amy's lap, the soft bulge in her diaper squishing against the front of her pee swelled diaper. The weight of Mia in her lap made her quiver. The feeling and sound of her shit squishing around in the back of her diaper in Amy's lap was like music. Amy put her hands on Mia's hips and she gently grinded her messy ass against her. She could feel her friends diaper getting wetter and wetter by the second. The smell of each other's shit filled up the air around them. Mia's face was red and she was breathing heavily. "You okay Mia?" Amy asked. She just nodded as she started grinding on her own. Her breath turned to gasps, then moans. Soon enough Amy and Mia were both grinding their messes into themselves. Amy smushing herself against the chair and Mia grinding against Amy. Mia seemed to be getting very close, her breathing quickening. She started to grind faster until Amy heard a familiar hiss. She felt as Mia came and began peeing herself. The front of her diaper went from a clean white to a dark yellow. She was practically drooling as she laid back, gasping for air as her body settled down. Amy was just basking in the sensation of feeling her friend use her diaper in her lap like she was supposed to. When she finally pulled herself off of her, Mia's diaper was soaked and she had a huge mess in the front of her diaper. Amy looked at her and smiled. "So, how was it?" She asked. Mia looked at her and smiled. "It was.. amazing." She said. "I hope we can do it again sometime." She said. Amy smiled and hugged her best friend. "Of course we will, anytime you want." She said. Mia smiled and hugged her back. Mia paused and let out a big yawn. She looked exhausted after all of that. "How about we go lay down and take a nap. I'll show you how good it feels to sleep in a messy diaper." Amy said, taking Mia's hand and leading her to her bedroom. She handed Mia a one piece pajama set with booties and a butt flap. She put one on that had the same design but the color pattern was reversed. The pajamas added just the right amount of lift and support to keep the diaper perked up when you were walking but didn't squeeze the diaper when you laid down. Mia took off her clothes and put the pajamas on, slipping her legs through the leg holes and pulling the flap up over her diaper. She looked at Amy and smiled. "What is the butt flap for?" Mia asked. Amy giggled and told her it was in case she had to poop again. She could open the flap and give her diaper more room to expand. But also gave Amy access to possibly double diaper her so she could continue wearing the first diaper that had all the poop she just dumped into it. She explained the with double diapering it gives you the freedom to pee like you're wearing a new diaper but the comfort of having all that poop your belly worked hard to make stay in your diaper even longer. After she was done explaining that to Mia, Amy grabbed her diaper cover and put it on. The extra protection assured Amy that her mess would be safe and she could enjoy it for a few more hours. They got into bed together and snuggled up. Mia and Amy laid back to back, their full diapers pressing against each other. Amy looked back at her and smiled. She was so happy that her friend was experiencing the same pleasure she'd been enjoying for years. As Amy drifted off to sleep she heard Mia grunting. Then she let out a small fart followed by a loud blort. The last thing Amy remembered before she fell asleep was the sigh Mia let out when her diaper expanded one more time.

So, I had been constipated for like 2 days and I finally messed. It was a double dumper and it's very firm. The diapers I have are Cardinal health briefs and 3 boosters (2 youth and one adult) and I soaked through it. My mess was just fine so I figured I'd just transfer it to a fresh dry diaper in case I go again or just go to bed in it. So I put on some sani, a pair of gloves and put it in my dry diaper. I covered it in bby powder and taped myself up nice and snug. I wear a belt around my waist to hold the top of my diaper closed and pull it as tight to me as possible. It feels amazing and I can't wait to wet again, but I was wondering if anyone else does this? Why waste a mess that can be loved even more in a fresh diaper or even slept in ❤️