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How About A Stinky One?

Summary:

Warning, this is a gross fetish story. If you read past this point it's your own fault.

Tae Takemi wants to test out her new extra-strength constipation cure, but with no willing guinea pigs she has no choice but to test it on herself. Absurd amounts of diaper filling ensues.

"Alright, that should be everything set up," Tae Takemi said, stepping away from the camera tri-pod. She took one last look around the room to make sure everything was in order.

The camera was in position and ready to record. Check. Her clipboard with her notes was placed within reach on a table nearby. Check. The bottle of unmarked pills was exactly where she left it. Check. The ultra high-capacity adult diaper with the skull and crossbones design was fastened securely around her waist. Check. The door was closed and locked tight and the curtains were drawn to prevent any unexpected interruptions. Check.

"Well, I guess I can't stall any longer," she said, sighing as she looked at the red recording light of her camera. "Extra-strength laxative clinical trial one: begin," she said.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she added sardonically under her breath, taking the nearby bottle of pills and downing about half of them. She wasn't sure what the exact dosage was, but preliminary testing seemed to suggest that more was better. Also, she really didn't want to put herself through this twice if the first time didn't take. If only that student with the glasses was available, he would've done it without question. Unfortunately, Takemi was all by herself, and so, for the time being, she had to be her own little guinea pig.

"There don't seem to be any effects so far," she said into the camera in her most professional tone.

"Stupid," she muttered to herself, quickly turning away. "Of course there wouldn't be any effects, you just took them a second ago."

Even after several minutes however, there still weren't any noticeable changes. In fact, Tae had momentarily forgotten what she was doing, and went back to checking her papers before she quickly remembered that she was being recorded while wearing a diaper and with several hundred milligrams of extra-strength laxatives in her system.

"Hmm, maybe the dose was still too low," she said, finishing the other half of the bottle, before having a sudden flashback to an experience in college in which she declared that a particular sort of brownie wasn't having an effect on her before quickly eating a dozen more. Oh well, what was science about if not making the same mistake more than once.

"There's no way I messed it up," Takemi said as several more minutes passed uneventfully as she idled around in her crinkling diaper. "I made sure to-nngh, there it is."

She felt the telltale clenching in her lower abdomen first, with the deep, audible gurgles of her intestines following soon after. Takemi had eaten a fairly large lunch earlier to make sure the results would be, well, noticeable, and she was now starting to wonder if that was the best decision as her guts produced a sound somewhere between an earthquake and a mudslide.

"Can't...hold it in...any longer..." she said, cheeks aflame, forehead drenched in sweat, both hands clutching her stomach as she felt something truly tremendous pressing against her asshole from the inside, ready to come out. "Although I...suppose that's a good sign-fuck!"

A massive mudslide of warm fudgy shit came pouring out of Takemi's ass like an unsecured sewage pipe. With a wet SPLORCH it filled the seat of her diaper. The skull desgins which Takemi had chosen as a way of keeping a bit of her signature punk-rock style even with a big poofy diaper strapped around her waist were quickly obscured as the muddy shit sunk into the seat of her diaper, staining it a deep brown. Her padding sagged and sank under the considerable and ever-increasing weight of her load. Takemi was doubled over with her hands clutched around her stomach as it continued to unleash brown devastation into her nappy. Because she was bent over, her swelling, lumpy diaper-bulge could be seen jutting out comically under her rear, straight out at first, and then sagging into a bumpy shapeless mess as the heft of her shitpile rapidly increased. Every single square inch of the room was filled with a haze of Takemi's hot, fresh diaper stink, and it was starting to spill out into the halls. Takemi was pretty sure that the fumes from her loaded pamper had permeated the room so thoroughly that the temperature had gone up by a few degrees, although maybe there were a few other good reasons why she as sweating.