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[#228] A Big Push
🕑 Added 2019-12-09 19:27:55 +0000 UTCSoggy. Or messy? That was the problem with pictures versus videos, or even gifs; I always made fun of those pro sites for faking it, but it was really hard to convey what I'd done unless I completely and utterly planned it out in advance. And when I was trying to win a contest here, that just wouldn't do. I grunted and deleted the photo. Time to try again.
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I took a shower and cleaned myself up. As I let the water wash over my face, I wondered to myself: what was the point? Was it worth all this effort for a shot at joining the Puffy Princesses? I never wanted to be a professional model before, but money was tight. And if I could get paid for wearing diapers? I had the looks. The ample chest. The long blonde hair. The cute baby face. And a penchant for making messes of all kinds. On paper, it was the perfect job for me.
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I could fake it. I could get some chocolate pudding, pour it in the diaper, smooch around some. But the fans would see thru that immediately - I'd see thru that and I was barely the kind of super fan that some of the subscribers might be. I never thought that with a masters degree I'd be worrying about how to make the poop in a diaper more obvious, but here we were. Maybe I could do a really deep enema... like a four quart?
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Enemas were dime a dozen these days. At least once a week, for the fans of my website. But four quarts was more than I'd ever done before. The bag was heavy with water, and when I hung it on the shower curtain rod, I heard it ache under the weight. But soon enough, the hose was deep in my bottom and the water was flowing into me.
Diapering myself with a hose in my butt used to be difficult. Nowadays, it was a necessity. The rubber tube poked out the leg-band of my white diaper and I watched in the mirror as my tummy began to expand.
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I wouldn;t try to sell this one as unassisted. I'd be clear about it, I wouldn't present it as a fake or assisted messing, and I'd own the enema. But a four quart was beyond the realms of normal, and I could hopefully get myself to stand out this way. Right now, though, as the water flowed into me, I could barely stand UP let alone stand OUT.
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My stomach ached and I saw stars on the edges of my eyes. A quart already felt like too much water for one small girl, but two... my stomach was bulging. Three, and I was squirming in place. And as the bag emptied, tears appeared at the edges of my eyes. I could barely make out my pudgy, engorged shape in the mirror as trembling fingers pulled the hose from my diaper.
I thought I could hold it until I got back to my bedroom, but it all happened so fast. I lost all control and started to fill my diaper. I knew most of it was water, but the feelings were so familiar. Endless messing. Shameful tears dripped down my cheeks as I felt the dirty water flood through the diaper and leak out the leg-bands.
Before I took the picture, I would have to clean up a little. I'd need to look presentable. But the diaper, all the way up to the waistband, was tinted a dirty brown. They would have to hire me now... right?
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