The Ultimate Messing
It was a normal morning for the young woman. “Ohhh,” She moaned, sitting up in her bed. She rubber her eyes, trying to adjust to the light in the small room. She shivered, feeling the cold padding inbetween her legs. “Time for a change.” Her voice was kind of slurred, still halfway in a deep slumber.
Throwing her legs over the side of the bed, she stood up, throwing the sheets back on the bed in a wrinkled mess. Her thick diaper was indeed a dark shade of yellow from the heavy wetting she did during her slumber. Perhaps she drank too much the night before. She laid on the changing mat, struggling to keep herself from falling. “I’m probably just hung over from last night,” She thought outloud to herself, laying flat on the changing mat placed at the foot of her bed. Reaching down to the tapes of her diaper, she noticed a large bulge above her diaper.
She wondered around the bulge, feeling her fingers run along the bulge. As she felt around the bulge, she felt her fingers running along her stomach. She looked down, shocked at the sight before her. “H-huh?!” Her eyes widened, looking at the bulge, quickly realizing that the bulge was her own stomach. She started panting hard, staring at her enlarged stomach. “What’s going on?!” She yelled, her voice filled with fear and panic.
Standing up, she stumbled a bit from the sudden shift in center of gravity due to her enlarged belly. She looked over to a full-length mirror hanging on the wall, hoping to see that she’s just imagining things and that this is all in her head. To her horror, such a wish was never meant to be true. Her belly looked as if she was full term with child.
She walked towards the mirror, staring at her belly the entire time. “What’s going on?” She whimpered. Tears streamed down her face, staring at her stomach. “Why is this happening to me? Why me, Father…. Why me?” Lowering to her knees, she let out silent sobs, clutching her stomach in an almost tender embrace. Looking at the mirror once more, she noticed a note attached to the wall by a thumb tack.
“What’s this?” She wondered, ripping the note from the wall. She looked over the note, noticing right away that this wasn’t her handwriting. The note read as such.
“Hello,
I bet you’re wondering why you’re in this situation right now. Why your stomach is so large. Are you wondering if your Father has forsaken you, punishing you for your wildlate-night partying and occasional drug use? Well I will tell you the answer is not that at all.
Last night, you told me at your little house party that your deepest desire was to mess your diaper like in some of the pictures you’ll look at on the Internet. ‘Hypermess’ I think is what you called it. Oh, how you talked and talked about how you wanted to make a mess in your diaper, filling it to the point where it’d look as if it were about to burst, destroying every piece of logic excepted in the medical community. You seemed so determined to amaze the medical world, along with your fellow diaper lovers, that I thought I’d make your wish come true.
You see, your abdomen is filled with a large amount of human waste.Before you panic, You don’t have to worry. Your organs aren’t being damaged in any way, but instead have been temporarily enlarged to allow you to contain such a large amount of waste. Thanks to this, you will finally be able to succeed in performing such an inhuman feet. Your dream will finally come true! Aren’t you happy?
Also, I left you a pack of diapers that will expand to contain your ‘hypermess.’ They’re pretty thick, so you also can enjoy a nice thick diaper while your dream comes true. I can imagine you wearing them now. You just look too precious in my mental image!
Anyways, I’ll leave you to your duty. Hope everything goes well! My best graces,
A Friend.”
The woman pondered at the note, thinking that this must be some sick kind of joke. But then again, this might be true. She vaguely recalled telling this to another fellow diaper lover who appeared at the party the night before. Sadly, she couldn’t remember her name or appearance, so she couldn’t go out and find this woman. She wanted to know why she would grant her wish, and for what reasons.
But the more she thought about this “gift,” a feeling of excitement and happiness grew inside her. She would finally be able to live out the dream she’s had since she was 16. She’s always loved messing her diaper. It was her naughty interest that she normally kept private, even from her fellow diaper lovers. She wasn’t ashamed of her “kink,” but she didn’t want anyone to know about it. Until last night, at least.
Despite her sudden opening of her secret desires, she smiled, rubbing her belly lovingly. She would finally become the first person to ever successfully perform a hypermessing. She didn’t care about how she would have to deal with disposing her diaper. All she cared about was making her dream come true.
“The first person to hypermess her diaper. I like this!” She laid back down on the changing mat, taking off the soggy diaper. It made a loud “squish” when she placed it on the floor next to her, giggling at the amount of urine she had released into the diaper. “Oh, my. She didn’t say anything about hyperwetting as well.”
She giggled again at her little remark, looking at the unopened pack of diapers next to her. Picking it up, she looked over the packaging. It was a simple hot pink color with no lettering or numbers on the outside. Very simple indeed.
She ripped open the pack, careful not to let her fingernails puncture or tear the diapers inside. She pulled out a diaper, amazed at its size. Just one side was at least 4 inches thick, the padding filling the entire form. There were only two tapes to hold the diaper shut, though they were more than four times the size of the tapes on her normal diapers. The exterior was a simple white with medium sized soft pink hearts covering the padding. The waistband was soft pink as well, the tapes having a white stripe going through the middle.
She cooed at the diaper, overtaken how cute she thought it was. She put down the diaper, continuing the diapering process. She rubbed baby powder over her thighs and private areas, then lotion over her area and butt to prevent herself from getting a rash. Lifting her lower body up, she slid the thick diaper under butt, then lowered herself onto the padding.
She gasped at how soft the inside was, a dark red blush spreading across her face. She was also shocked at how supportive the padding was, showing no signs of compression under her weight. She sprinkled baby powder on the inside of the diaper, then proceeded to pull up the diaper. The diaper reached perfectly around the lower part of her belly, the tapes firmly holding the diaper shut.
She sat up, standing slowly to prevent herself from falling. Looking at herself in the mirror once more, she now longer saw a curse or a punishment from God. Instead, she saw a gift. A gift from a mysterious diaper lover. She was filled with the need to thank this mysterious woman for giving her this amazing opportunity.
She passed the time by drinking a few pots of strong coffee, hoping to speed up the process of her messing. Most of the time, she sat on her couch, looking at pictures of hypermess art and watching videos of women messing their diapers. She watched with great concentration, thinking only about the hypermessing she was about to perform. She occasionally felt her stomach rumble, along with a few aches in her intestines. “Almost time,” She giggled, talking as if she was about to bring a new life into this world. Three hours and 4 heavily soaked diapers later, the moment finally arrived.
She was sitting on her couch, still watching messing videos, when she felt a great pain in her lower abdomen. She gripped her stomach, groaning in pain. Smiling through the pain, she muttered, “My moment’s here,” before groaning again. She felt the mess getting lower in her large intestine. She had to get up. She couldn’t mess sitting on the couch like this.
She stood up, holding her stomach as the pain increased in her lower abdomen. The mess was getting lower; she didn’t have much time. She tried to force her bladder to release any urine that might have gathered in her bladder again, despite knowing just ten minutes before, she’d emptied her bladder one last time before changing, but to no avail. At least she didn’t have to worry about messing on her floor while changing her wet diaper.
She grit her teeth, groaning again as the mess lowered more, stopping right about her rectum. Getting on her hands and knees, she tried to control her breathing to prevent any kind of health issues from appearing. Keeping her goal in the front of her mind, she bore through the pain, groaning whenever the pain would increase.
Her stomach ached with great intensity. She knew it was just the digestive tract trying to force the mess from her body. “It’s completely natural,” she panted. “It’s just like when I’m constipated, but a tad more painfu-” Her self thinking was interupted by her intestine aching again, forcing the mess lower towards her rectum.
Finally, after about 30 minutes, she felt the mess enter her rectum. She smiled, panting, knowing her suffering was about to be over. A great pressure built against her hole, making her groan even more. She wanted to try and push it out to speed up the process, but instead she decided to let her body do the work for her. She knew it would cause her more pain to rush it than let her body do its work in due process.
The pressure continued to build, making her groan more. She wanted this to be over. She almost wished she never told that woman that she wants to hypermess as bad as she does. But her dream was so close to coming true! She can’t stop just yet!
After a a grueling twenty minutes of pressure, her hole suddenly relaxed, releasing a large amount of liquid waste into the seat of her diaper. With that sudden release of waste, a sudden urge to push washed over her. She got on her feet and crouched down, her butt poking out from her. Holding her stomach, she groaned loudly as she pushed, the mess, now slightly thicker, quickly expelling itself from her body. Her stomach slowly started to decrease in size while the diaper grew.
When she ran out of breath, she would take a few deep breaths while the mess continued to fill her diaper. She bore down once again, the mess resuming its quick pace. The diaper continued to expand, increasing in size as she continued to push. She stopped taking breaks, taking only one single breath before bearing down again. Sweat poured down her face as she continued to push, her shoulder-length brown hair quickly becoming soaked.
Her stomach was now much smaller than when she first began, now looking as if she’s only a few months along. When she thought she was in the clear, the mess started to become thicker, the flow slowing down. Her mind raced as she almost panicked. “Why is it slowing down?!” She yelled out loud, holding her stomach. “I’m so close!”
She then lowered her head, feeling defeat. “So close…” She said softly, starting to black out. She was so close. Her dream was just in her grasp. But it wasn’t to be.
Suddenly, she felt a rush of adrenaline flow through her veins. She shot out of unconsciousness, feeling a sudden surge of energy and determination flow through her mind and body alike. She knew right then that there was still work to be done and a dream to be fulfilled. Her mind took a back seat as her body’s instinct went into overdrive.
She took one deep breath, and forced herself to push. She groaned, struggling to keep herself from screaming. The mess quickly started leaving once again, her stomach getting smaller as she continued to push. She knew she could do it. It was the one dream she wanted to fulfill more than anything in the world. She wanted to bring fiction into reality, and to prove modern medical science wrong. She took one last breath, and bore down, screaming as the finaly bit of mess filled her diaper. She pushed for another ten seconds before realising that there was no more mess inside her.
After 2 grueling hours of pushing both the mess and herself, her ordeal was finally over. Her diaper was a bit bigger than her stomach had been, and her stomach was flat once more. She was stil crouched over, panting and shaking. Her hair was soaking wet from sweating profusely, her hair covering her face. She sat down, feeling her mess squish against her butt and her area. A dark red blush covered her face, letting out a soft moan. Her ultimate fetish had finally come true. She was living breathing proof that this could be done.
She smiled, her head tilted forward. Her shoulder shook slightly as she started letting out small cries. Her crying quickly became slightly louder, tears of utter joy and happiness flowing from her eyes, mixing with the beads of sweat on her cheeks. “It’s done,” She cried happily. “It’s real. It’s finally real!”
She looked down at the messy diaper taped tightly around her waist, feeling the mess rubbing against her area. She cried while letting out a loud moan, orgasming into the mess. The orgasm was more intense than even her first orgasm, sending her into a sweet state of bliss. She felt warm all over, the brain becoming flooded with large loads of hormones. She leaned back, rolling on top of the mess filled diaper onto her couch. She felt the messrub more against her area, sending her into a state of peace.
She moaned as she continued to orgasm, tears running down her face. Her dream had finally came true. Her fantasy has now become reality. Her fetish has been fulfilled beyond her wildest dreams. She had defied modern science and proved to herself that all dreams can come true if she just tried hard enough. As she came down from her powerful orgasm, she fell into a deep sleep, smiling in sweet, sweet fantasy.
Across the room stood a woman with long dark red hair, wearing nothing but a hot pink t-shirt and a diaper similar to the one the young dreamer had worn during her ordeal. She smiled, chuckling. “You’ve finally done it, kid. You finally made your dream come true. Walking over, stopping in front of the woman, crouching down in front of her diaper.
She admired the size of the diaper itself, almost refusing the believe that this small woman had pushed all of this from herself. She also admired the woman’s determination, and her will power to fulfill her dream. She smiled, knowing the woman had done well.
“Whoa!” She said, waving her hand in front of her face. “You must’ve been pretty backed up, huh?” She stood up, giggling at her own joke. “I wish you could’ve heard that. That was pure gold.” She felt a sudden rush of warmth flow into her diaper as she made her comment, blushing a bit. Her diaper swelled, turning a dark shade of yellow. It started to sag from the weight of her own urine. “Speaking of gold,” She said, covering her mouth with her fingertips as she giggled.
“Well, my work here is done.” She patted the woman’s diaper, blushing deeper. Standing up, she leaves a paper next to the woman on the couch. “Buh bye, my little stinker.” She walked out of the house, locking the door behind her.
On the paper, it read,
“See you at the next party,
Your Guardian Angel.”
The End of The Ultimate Messing
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