My magical messy morning

[swentonbill]

Hello all, I wanna tell you about the messy diaper experience I had this morning.

So I was given an Amazon gift card for Christmas and decided to spend it on diapers, what else. I got a case of ten Sunkiss plastic-backed white diapers delivered to a locker and have been working through them for a month and a half. Today, I had one left that I'd been saving for something special.

I've been stopped up for a while. I hadn't pooped for two days and had a lot of fibrous foods in that time, so last night I made some laxative tea, smiling to myself what I'd be doing with it the next morning. I diapered up, flooded it with pee, and went to bed. The whole night I was tossing and turning about my plan and thinking about when the effects would kick in, but somehow still managed to sleep until 7. 

And that's when I felt it.

That tight, hot contraction in your guts telling you that its contents are about to be evacuated. I then stumbled out of bed and downed two cups of coffee,  cuz that's how you solve that problem, right? Giving the feeling time to grow, I we again and lie back down until it really starts hurting, and I know it's time. I pull my sheets off and stick my legs in the air. 

PUSH!

... It takes some effort, even with the help of the tea, but eventually that familiar stinky softball begins to form between my legs. My face is bright red from pushing so hard and I'm dying for air, so I make it about halfway through the movement before I stopped. Maybe messing on your back isn't as easy as it looks...

I get up and crouch on my knees for round two. A squelchy blort comes out of my butt and my diaper expands even further. A while later another wave happens, and I finally feel empty.

But, I was just getting started.

 

I'd taken a 50 gallon trash bag from work which I had in my room with me. Normally, for what I was about to do, I'd be in the bathtub. With housemates though, most of the time perfect privacy is very rare, bedrooms excepted. Opening the mouth of the trash bag wide, I squish my load into position and sit down on the plastic. 

The massive fibrous load immediately planes out, painting my butt in all the browns of the rainbow as it goes. The squish is noticeably firm, but undeniably massive. I start to slide back and forth, squishing my nasty poopy diaper even more and testing the leak guards in ways they were never designed to withstand. They eventually fail, and the usefulness of the garbage bag proves true as I experience a massive, albeit contained, diaper blowout.

This is already raucous amounts of fun, but I decided to take it to the next level. After all, what better way to honor the last diaper in the stash but to give it the ultimate sendoff? There's only one rule. Allow no part of the diaper to go un-messed. 

I grab a jar of water and microwave it for a minute, getting it to just above body temperature. Holding it, I hesitate and think to myself, "do I really want to do this? Isn't this a bit much?" Oh well, I'm already down the road on this. I pick up the jar with one hand, pull open the back of my diaper with the other, and pour the jar of water inside.

What was a diaper poop immediately becomes diaper soup. The mush level has quadrupled, and I can practically hear the leak guards crying out in pain. I sit back down in the bag and start rocking back and forth again. The feeling is indescribable. There's a brown river rolling down my legs. I roll onto my back to get the whole diaper participating in trying to contain the sewer I have just created. Ahhhhh......

 

After a while, I take a break and look at my destroyed diaper in the mirror. The once pleasant white diaper now looks like it's been for a swim in Shrek's swamp, inside and out. 

The smell is...

I took the diaper off and am pleased to confirm that my goal was achieved. Front to back, side to side, brown. Cleanup takes 15 minutes and an ungodly amount of wipes. I throw the opaque trash bag that contains the whole circus into my trash can before my housemates wake up and put away all my supplies. 

Mission accomplished.

 

Thanks for reading!

 

[Whatsthatsmell]

Well done. 

[Spanky]

Sounds awesome 

[Moochie]

Messing my wet morning diaper has become a normal activity for me. Going poopie in my diaper is a great way to start the day. When I relax and go potty in my diapee the psychophysiological sensations are so intense I often tremble with pleasure followed by the warm load filling my diaper, settling in the bottom and caressing my perineum with the best warm, squishy sensation. Sitting down is wonderful, right now I am wet and messy sipping hot coffee while I contribute to this thread. Just so innocent, doesn't harm anyone, and a simple pleasure of life that is inexpensive and cost effective to the pleasure:cost ratio. All I can say now is 

[Moochie]

MESSY MONDAY MORNING at this very moment as I sit here wet and poopie with the best warm, potty squishing inside my Seni Quatro diaper caressing my perineum making me tremble with pleasure. I won't change for several hours and will get my morning exercise in my wet and messy diaper. I'll get nice and clean and fresh before I put on another diaper for work. I'll wet during the day without anyone knowing. Three to four drops of baby powder scented oil in my diaper keeps any wet diaper stinkies away, in fact, I have even had comments on how nice I smell even after being wet for most of the day. Wait... I just went potty some more, adding to the load and warm squish in my diaper...ahhh!!!