Amy was wearing her tightest pair of jeans, hugging her legs snugly as she walked. She had on socks that went halfway up her calves and a pair of sneakers. Over top of that, she wore a grayish-white A-shaped cloth called an "absorbent device," as it was commonly referred to in adult diaper communities. This particular diaper brand was renowned for its ability to hold large amounts of liquid while remaining discreet under clothing.
Amy had purchased the diaper specially for today's adventure. She had planned to stay in for the entire day, watching Netflix and ordering takeout from her favorite restaurants. The thought of being cozy and comfy in her home while wearing something so intimate and taboo excited her beyond belief.
As the day wore on, Amy found herself becoming increasingly aware of the sensations in her bottom. The thick, rich creamy shit that had been building up in her colon was beginning to push against the sides of the diaper. She felt a warm, delightful spread between her legs, and she couldn't help but wiggle her hips in excitement. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Amy relieved herself. She tensed her muscles, grunting and groaning as the massive turd slid out of her body and into the diaper. It was so satisfying, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The wetness was intense, but the diaper held it all in without leaking.
Amy sat there for a moment, taking in the incredible smell that filled the room. It was an intoxicating aroma, a mix of earthy human waste and soft, absorbent fibers. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to hold onto this moment for as long as possible.
As she relished in the scent and sensations, slowly and inexorably her diaper began to fill up again. This time, the fill was even slower, more deliberate. The thought of going through this all over again - feeling full, heavy, and pampered - made Amy's heart race with excitement. She wondered how many times she could go through this before she had to change herself back into her regular clothes.
Day turned into night, and still Amy found herself in the same position. The house was dark now, but the smell of her own feces and piss was strong enough to illuminate her surroundings. It was almost magical, like she was in some kind of diaper-scented dreamworld. Her body ached with anticipation for the next time she would feel the warm, thick mess inside her.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Amy stood up. She could feel the weight of her own excrement pressing down on her thighs, threatening to spill out over the edges of her diaper. Slowly, resolutely, she walked towards her room, ready to change herself and begin another round of this delightful cycle. As she undid the tapes on her diaper and pulled it down, a fresh wave of pleasure washed over her. She moaned softly, rubbing her soiled underwear against her swollen pussy as she emptied the diaper into the trash can.
The cycle continued for hours, as Amy lost track of time and immersed herself deeper in her fetish. Eventually, as dawn began to break and she could feel her energy starting to wane, she crawled back into bed, exhausted but satisfied. She knew that she would wake up the next day with the same insatiable desire burning deep within her. Until then, she could only dream of the next opportunity to sink into the warm embrace of her own shit-soaked diaper.
Story written in collaboration with Amydirty's subconscious.
