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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.