#MESSING

[reekingraccooon]

Big enema mess

[bramblepatchbriars]

Wore diapers to work today, spent all morning in the diaper I kept dry all night, only to completely flood and mess it during lunch. Good thing I brought a fresh one with me, and wipes, I was able to get changed out of it for the second half of my day. But those few glorious minutes of sitting outside at a picnic table squishing my mess against my ass were so good... I wish I could drag that out for hours.

[sweetheartaria]

i just had a really big messy accident 😖

my pullups are completely overfilled! maybe i'm not cut out for taking care if myself...

of course, since it was an accident, (well, i meant to have an accident, but not quite yet when it happened) i couldn't even stop pushing and i completely wet myself too, and leaked! i guess if i was more responsible, i'd be in much thicker diapers, so i don't make a mess on the floor.

[kalikalahansa]

When untraining how do you deal with the hesitation to go #2 when around ppl ( let's say in class ) b/c it's usually frowned upon but when untraining you have no choice but to go

In the first place, I would advise dealing with any rational aspects of the immediate hesitation by making sure you're actually well-equipped to go #2. Wear a diaper that has adequate performance and the right fit for you to comfortably mess; wear waterproof pants over it; wear a onesie over that; wear clothing on the lower half of your body which doesn't constrict it enough to cause concern. Make sure that you know where you could change a messy diaper nearby and that you have the supplies needed to do so, as well as making sure you've gotten comfortable changing them at home beforehand. In the short to medium term, consider starting an internal deodorant.

Second, change your diet. Part of messing untraining is softer stools. You don't want to have diarrhoea, but for messing untraining it's important for your stool to be as soft as you can get, so you can pass it easily, whether you do so reflexively or consciously. Not having to push hard and then also hide pushing hard takes a lot of the complexity out of messing around others.

Third, work up to it. My own messing untraining was a largely involuntary slow slide over the course of several months, but I still learnt this one by circumstance alone. Let's assume you're in the same circumstances I was in while my messing control was eroding: going from home by public transport to an external place (school or work) where you spend most of your time. Let's also assume you've only messed your diapers inside your house so far.

To begin with, mess your diapers in your back yard. A lot of houses have a side area which runs from the front yard to the back and might have a gate in it; mess your diapers there. Then mess in your front yard. Mess in the toilet at the public transit stop you leave from, and challenge yourself not to change until you arrive at your destination stop. Mess in the toilet at your destination stop and challenge yourself not to change until you arrive where you're actually going. If you study or work in an area which has a large amount of empty space (such as going to a university which has expansive flat lawns), try messing there — technically visible to everyone, close enough not to immediately be noticed by anyone. And so on. Keep moving closer, by steps, to filling your diapers in rooms full of other people. You will get there eventually.

[bathroombrat]

Causal messing without addressing has become more hot to me. Having a conversation and filling my panties? Not mentioning it and carrying on with the conversation — there’s something hot about that …

[reekingraccooon]

Filling my PullUps. I should order another pack

[ransackedpotato3]

This story is long and detailed like my first one

Makayla and Jesse finished their sixth plate of takeout from their local Thai vendor. “Told you we’d finish it all,” Jesse told Makayla,who was hesitant to buy all six plates of devilishly spicy cuisine. “My mouth” - *sharp inhale* “is suffering” - *quivering exhale* “my younger hurts” Makayla uttered through painful breathing to try to ease her mouth from the spice. “If you’re spice tolerance is that low why’d you eat four plates?, I could’ve finished it for you!” Jesse joked. “It was good.” Makayla replied, falling back onto the expensive penthouse sofa behind her with her shoes still on.

“Time to chill” Makayla mumbled lazily pulling her phone out to scroll instagram. Jesse followed less lazily, taking her shoes off and lying on the other side of the sofa.

An hour passed of silence passed, interrupted by the rumbling of Makayla’s stomach. She held her hand to her bulging stomach, “girl my stomach is yelling at meee” she jokingly Jesse with a smile “I’m so full my stomach is hard, it’s like I’m pregnant”. “Mhmm” Jesse replied half assedly, on the verge of falling asleep on the sofa.

A hot sharp pain hit Makayla’s stomach, a hard push and a short “hrrrmph” she squeezed out a small tight short fart. The fart was just as spicy as the food she ate, feeling a hot sting on her asshole as the small pocket of hot air was forced out of her her sphincter. The soothing release of pressure made her push more difficult brief spicy farts, she pushed and pushed dozens of spicy farts, her underpants were totally stained. As she rolled onto her side for ease, She kept pushing to the point the sweat accumulated from physical exertion had made her thin white cargo pants stick to her skin like fine silk.

On the contrary, Jesse, who had dozed off on the sofa adjacent to Makayla, caught a faint whiff of the lividly pungent fireballs propelled out of Makayla’s ass. “OH WHAT the fuck is that smell!!??..” Jesse squealed as her hand jolted to her nose. “Sorry… HRRRNGH my stomach” Makayla answered pushing another wet hot fart.

“Oh my gosh stop Makayla that smells soo bad!” Jesse mumbled behind her palms, “if it smells that bad, why don’t you get up and leave then?” “I’m too tired that food took me out…”. Just as Jesse finished her sentence Makayla pushes out the NASTIEST BEEFIEST JUICIEST fury of gas. It echoes through the room like an acoustic reverb. “…Did you just shit yourself??” Jesse asks in awe of what she had heard “go to the bathroom Makayla!” “Fuck you I fart whenever I want. 🖕🏽” Makayla replied “That’s not even the worst I got wanna see?”. “NO!!! go use The BATHROOM!!” Makayla, Ignoring Jesse’s demands, sticking the middle finger to her while hiding her face with her phone. With a grunt, She begins to push out the “ultimate fart”.

Her body tenses up as she focuses all her strength on mustering gas from her intestines. After a second of struggle, a minuscule amount of gas sputters out her sphincter, followed by a surprise SUPERTURD. A long completely solid slippery log of shit EXPLODES into her cargoes at FULL FORCE. With the sound of a gunshot the rigid stiff log TENTED her thin, sweat-damp cargos out 10 INCHES in the blink of an eye. The friction of the turd sliding past her asshole at super speed generated painful levels of heat, Makayla jerked her body straight as she felt the logs advance be thwarted by the resistance of her pants.

Makayla’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she dropped her phone and moved her hand to her large rear, getting up from the sofa in a flash.

Standing motionless in terror, she could feel the stiff tenting shit log move to settle in her rear, it slowly slid from colliding parallel to her asshole, gradually rotating across the in the seat of her pants, skating across contact with her pants and the crevice of her asscheeks, to resting between them, slowly reducing the tent in her cargo pants to a simple vertical bulge. She felt every bit of it.

“… No way.” Jesse uttered with a horrified expression. Makayla’s eyes slowly peeped towards Jesse “There’s more…” “What?”

Makayla full sent towards the bathroom, small squirts of mushy shit escaping her with every step, just as she arrived at the bathroom it happened, the next log had arrived. “Ahh, Ah- AHHhhhhnnnnngh” As she opened the bathroom door, The Massive turd in her intestines pounded at her door. “Ow, Oww OWW OWW OW” the turd began forcing its way out as she entered the bathroom, it was crazy wide, stretching her asshole to an unimaginably painful diameter. She dismissed removing her pants as she sat on the toilet, beads of sweat running from her forehead to her neck as she scrunched her face in pain. Holding the walls for support she pushed with ALL her might, straining in full exertion as she tried to get the pain over with. The massive log of shit ROCKETED into her pants to accompany the first turd, creating an even bigger bulge. Spicy mushy diarrhea followed from her meal earlier. Makayla desperately moaned in relief as she faced the ceiling breathing heavily. Through her anguished painful moans, deafening wet farts, and the wrathful squelching of sloppy fecal matter blew into her pants. Her moans grew quieter as she violently shat on herself, the seat of her cargos growing heavier and heavier, as the bulge in her stomach flattened. The flow of poo finally subsided.

Her pants carried a variety of different textures, the completely solid logs of shit that flew out painfully, the mushy turds that sneaked their way out through the slushy sloppy steamy semisolid excrement. All drenched in the hot liquid diarrhea that ferociously sprayed out of her asshole by the conclusion of her bowel movement. The mess completely enveloped her ass in shit as the bulge has swollen up to an unnatural size. Liquid shit dripped from her pants into the toilet bowl, dying the water brown.

The bathroom was overcome with the smell of shit, but Makayla’s heavy breathing was the only sound. she sighed in relief as she removed her hands from the wall, drenched in sweat, locking eyes with the ceiling in an attempt to ignore the pain at her rear. She slowly stood up, feeling her center of gravity change as a mass of shit began to slide down the back of her thighs in her pants, pausing her in animation.

The liquid shit dribbled down the leg holes first, followed by the pulps of mushy shit plopping into her shoes and around her feet. She moved her hands to her waistband and slowly slid down her pants. This would take a while to clean…

[ickyygross]

i rlly like the idea of making someone hold their poop for as many days as they can because when they inevitably have an accident i get to watch them uncontrollably push days worth of shit into their pants, making their mess suuperr big whether they like it or not :3

[lovelyalita]

Making Dinner ♡

Think of this:

Your husband has been hard at work all day, and as his diligent wife, you wanted to cook him a nice meal. Considering you'd been under the weather the past few days and had been resorted to eating ample takeout, you wanted to surprise him with a nice meal. Plus, he was receiving a great recognition at work, so you wanted something to celebrate his success.

You're midway into attending to all the pots on the stove when you feel a pressure build up in your lower abdomen. You hadn't gone in three days, on account of your illness and having been stopped up from all the takeout you ate, and now you realize just how heavy your bowels felt after three days of build-up. While you previously wished to be free from the aching confines of constipation, you now regretted praying so hard for it, because you were getting what you asked for.

You groan as your stomach churns, and you grab at your abdomen, digging fingers into the flesh. You really have to go, it's getting dire now, but there's absolutely no way you can go now: you have too many things to attend to on the stove. Plus, you want your hubby's dish to be just perfect; you'd be so upset if his nice congratulatory meal was overcooked or gummy in any way on account of you needing to stop for a simple toilet break, and you couldnt afford to remake anything since he'd be home at 5:10. You were a grown woman capable of holding her bowels; you'd attend to the rest of the meal while it finished cooking in ten minutes, and then you'd escape to the toilet.

While your game plan fills you with inspiration and self-assured confidence at first, it quickly wavers on account of your cramps growing more intense. You groan harder and lean on the stove as a particularly crushing twinge travels through your colon, pushing the mass even closer to your exit. You can feel the walls of your intestines ripple around the bulking mass, your sweaty anus puckering in preparation for passing it.

Perspirstion builds up on your brow, and you have to swallow back a tad bit of nausea. It's getting worse, the urge to go, but this dinner matters more. Your meal has to be just perfect; you want to give him nothing less. You don't want to let him down.

The next wave sends you folding over, gripping the handle of the oven for dear life. Your bowels spasm, making it evidently clear that they'd like you seated on a toilet by the way the mass starts to prod at your sphincter.

You whine as your bowels involuntarily start pushing harder, trying to carry out its instinctual processes of waste disposal. You grip the bar harder and focus everything you've got on sucking the log back in, which has started to poke at the fabric of your white polyester underwear.

With some degree of success, you succeed, and manage to fend off the pushing until the wave subsides. Already your tailbone feels sweaty from the exertion, and if that was the kind of force you were left to fight, then you hoped the food would be done soon. You will your shaking core and legs to make you stand up straight, swallowing the excess saliva.

You lift lids and stir and adjust the temperature as needed, making sure nothing sticks to the bottom and burns and ruins the warm meal your loving husband deserves. You clench and whine some more as the pressure begins building again, gripping the front of your apron and twisting it.

Here it comes, the urge to push and the mounting pressure builds back up again, more forceful than before. You gasp, slamming your legs and involuntarily sticking your butt out as the cheeks start to spread again, this time erupting with a decent bit of the first hard log managing to escape, plopping into your underwear after getting pinched off. It's still connected to the rest of the piece inside your rectum on account of how dry and packed the waste is, so you use that to your advantage, clenching and willing for it to not stretch your underwear beyond just the tip that's pressing into the fabric. This was happening whether you'd like it to or not.

The wave starts back up again, and as you frantically slam the lid back onto the pot to steady yourself against the oven as the load starts slowly easing out more and more, slowly stretching your anus to a size you're sure you've never experienced before. Strong ripples travel up your spine as you gasp again, failing to fight back the rest of the exiting load. You can only stand there in horror as the large log pushes past your cheeks, finally passing the rest of your hole before collecting in the seat of your panties.

Another log starts emerging right behind it, and you decide to succumb to nature, bracing yourself as the next large log starts to pebble out atop the last one. Your anus sputters with trapped gas and softer, newer waste that was trapped behind the old build-up. You groan in relief as your body keeps expelling the waste.

With the worst of it over, you shudder and pant, finally being granted the ability to stand up somewhat straight again. You're pretty sure your panties are ruined at that point on account of all the heavy waste sagging in them, but you did what you had to do.

Dinner is ready in two more minutes. You continue stirring and attending to each pot, eventually flipping each burner off one by one as they come to a rest. Now that you no longer have to worry about dinner potentially being ruined, you can finally leave the kitchen.

As you set the wooden spoon down and head down the hall for the bathroom, you can't help but knead your stomach one more time as another tangling ache comes on. Now you could finally get cleaned up and get rid of the weight, but it looks like there was still more in there to be expelled…

[throwtheboxaway]

sleeping in my mess for the first time

like 2 hours ago I had to go really bad and I wanted to just chill in soiled boxers so I pushed out a small turd followed by a bunch of mushy shit into my pants, all contained by the boxers and the sweatpants I wore over, which were thick enough that I can sit or lay anywhere in my mess without a towel. can't sleep because of how turned on I am. life's good.

[reekingraccooon]

Took a nice big enema and could barely hold it for longer than five mins!

[helpmypantsarebrown]

Pooped the bed yesterday, I had to go so bad when I was trying to nap and I ended up pooing myself

[ransackedpotato3]

In public transportation

Aggie had shit 6 times today, she had unfortunately gotten sick with bad case of diarrhea right before her flight. After a painful 3 hour flight of running to and from the toilet, her stomach still ached. Aggie stood impatiently at the back of the bus, gripping the bus handle as tightly as her weak sick body could, maintaining balance as it bounced on the rocky road.

The first 10 minutes of the night time bus ride went smoothly. Then her legs started aching from standing so long, her stomach ached more and more, her ass was tired from holding the volume of liquid shit behind it.

The bus hits a bump and a little gas comes out, Loud enough to turn a few heads. Aggie blushes in embarrassment as the person to her side glances at her.

As her stomachache worsens by the second, She moves her free hand to hold her stomach as she scrunches her face in pain. Arching over slightly, she pushes in an attempt to release a fart, But it refuses to come out. She gradually intensifies her effort at pushing. she feels the gas right there about to flow out, it constantly feels like if she pushes just a little harder she’ll find the relief she desires. She pushes harder and harder to the point she grunts in effort.

She doesn’t feel it come out. The numbness of her asshole from shitting and wiping multiple times over hindered her ability to detect the aggressive shower of diarrhea she pushed out into her pants. She first heard the splashing sound coming from down below, then felt the stinging hot sensation of the diarrhea spreading around up and down her butt crack, to her privates, and down her thighs. She gasped at the realization that she had just shit herself. Looking down, she saw her dark grey jeans go darker from her crotch and back, to the cuffs at the bottom as a stream of diarrhea made its way to the floor of the bus making a loud noticeable splattering.

Half the bus turned to the sound as she panicked to stop the diarrhea from gushing out. However, her weary tired asshole seemed like it forgot how to stop pushing. the sound diarrhea flooding her pants and the ground continued as a large puddle formed around her, If it wasn’t for the smell it would have seemed like she’d pissed herself. The liquid poop only ended with the unnecessarily noisy sound of a powerful fart exiting her asshole into its liquid surroundings made a deep bubbling sound from her behind.

Aggie kept her head down with her eyes closed and her teeth clenched as voices of disgust surrounded her. There was a long bus ride ahead of her.

[redelgia]

hot, sloppy, mushy, filled, damp, sputtering, splattering, wet, desperate, embarrassed, ashamed. some pretty good words.

[bens-messy-diaperblog]

boyfriend pooped himself at the supermarket today 😵‍💫🤤😖🥵

we went to the local grocery store today, i was pamped up, he wasn't wearing a diaper, and as we were getting our shopping done, he doubles over and begins pushing some poop into his undies, he was very embarrassed and asked if we could get done with our shopping quicker and get out so i could get him changed out of his poopy underwear and into a nice and fresh diaper. we continued our shopping, he occasionally let out another turd into his pants. when we were done shopping i grabbed the changing supplies and changed his poopy pants and put him into a fresh diaper