Posted by Jeff on December 10, 2010 at 04:05 [98.233.37.177]
Early one morning I was driving home from a friend's house when I suddenly got very hungry and decided to stop at a somewhat sketchy McDonald's to get some food before heading home. I got my food and sat down, and as I was halfway through my meal, I saw this white pickup truck pull into the parking lot and park right outside the window next to the table where I was sitting. Out of the driver's seat stepped this stocky red-haired man wearing a plain light gray sweatshirt and matching light gray sweatpants. Out of the passenger's seat stepped this large brunette wearing the same exact outfit of a plain light gray sweatshirt and matching light gray sweatpants. One thing I noticed was that the woman had wide hips and a very big butt; her butt bulged out underneath her sweatpants, jutting out very far in this large, round shape. The elastic of her sweatpants at the ankles gave her lower body a tapered look and the sweatpants were a little snug, which drew even more attention to her roundness. The fact there were no side pockets on her sweatpants made her hips and butt seem even larger.
She and the man entered, and I got a good look of her from the front. She walked with her feet shoulder-width apart with his awkward waddle. The man then said something to her, and disappeared toward the bathroom as she sat down at a nearby table. I walked by her on the way to get a few more napkins and on the way back, I got a closer look at her. She was hunched over the table, looking quite uncomfortable; she was breathing heavily and grunting and straining, and I could hear a fart escape her butt. The lower hem of her sweatshirt had ridden up a little and was sitting on top of the waistband of her sweatpants, revealing the white thermal undershirt she had underneath and the waistband of a pair of black sweatpants she was wearing underneath her outermost sweatpants, and the waistband of another pair of navy blue sweatpants she was wearing underneath those. Between the hem of her sweatshirt and the waistband of these innermost navy blue sweatpants, I could make out the fabric of some white long underwear. I looked down and noticed the rib-knit cuffs of these long underwear peeking out from underneath the elastic at her ankles.
As I walked toward my table, I glanced back and looked at her some more. She had to be thickly diapered; her butt had this padded look and there was this bulk between her legs and in the front of her sweatpants; as a diaper lover I could totally recognize that super thick diaper look. Superficially, she just looked like just another big-bottomed woman, many of which did look like they were thickly diapered underneath their pants. But now, looking at the stuffed look of her pants and the way she waddled, I was fully convinced she was very heavily diapered.
She continued to stand about eight feet away from me as I continued eating, and a few minutes later, she let out this loud, gross fart followed by a grunt. She placed her left hand right on the seat of her sweatpants and kept it there for a few seconds. A few seconds later, she cut another nasty, loud, pre-pooping fart. This one sounded like a little more than gas came out. She placed her left hand on the seat of her sweatpants and again kept it there for a few seconds. After she removed her hand, she let loose another loud and long pre-pooping fart and this one indicated that she needed to get to a bathroom fast. I think she might have pinched off something extra on that last fart because this time, she placed her hand on her butt and patted to feel for something solid inside.
She farted again, another loud, nasty, long fart and bent over, making sounds like she was lifting weights that were a little too heavy for her, as she began making a major bowel movement right there in the seat of her pants. Her rear end was partially pointed towards me and I could literally see large lumps forming in the seat of her diapers as the back of her sweatpants began to bulk up to accommodate the major load blasting out of her butt. After about thirty seconds of continuous pooping, she straightened up again and then had another bad gas attack as I saw another major log slide out of her butt, making the bulge in the seat of her diaper even bigger. She straightened up and grunted a little as several stools came noisily blasting out of her butt. Even if I hadn't been watching her, I could tell she was taking a dump in her pants because it definitely was not quiet; every stool that came out of her was accompanied by several loud wet farts.
I was now convinced she was done. I never thought anyone could poop so much in a single bowel movement. I guess she must have eaten like a pig over the past few days and held it in until now. She stood there and I think she was wetting her diapers also as I thought the padding between her legs also bulked up. I could tell she was really turned on because of her facial expressions and how she kept patting the seat of her sweatpants with her left hand.
The man emerged from the bathroom at that point. He asked her if she wanted to get some food before returning home and she said yes. As they waited for their food, she periodically placed her hand on the seat of her sweatpants. Sometimes she just kept it there, other times she patted her rear end. The two of them headed toward me, each with a tray full of food, with her pretending nothing was out of the ordinary but waddling like a duck because her diapers were so full of poop. They sat down at a table not too far from me; as she eased her butt into the cushioning and the load into the seat of her pants, I could actually hear the sound of the mess in her pants squish under the weight of her butt. The padding in her pants also puffed out sideways as she sat down. She had a face of total satisfaction, which she hid when the man sat down across from her.
As I finished my food, I watched her scarf down all the food in front of her. As she ate, she kept putting her hand on the side of her hip, which turned me on also. She had a lot of food; I would not have been surprised if that meal all ended up in her pants before they had a chance to change her. She waddled over to the trash can with the man to dispose of her garbage, and as she returned, I could hear her stomach growl really loudly. The man placed his hand on her butt and I could tell he knew what was going on; his facial expression and the bulge in the front of his sweatpants indicated he was really turned on also. I think she began taking a dump in her pants again as she walked toward me; her steps became more uneven and awkward, as if she suddenly developed a limp. She followed the man out to the pickup truck and I watched her as she hesitatingly sat down in the pile in her pants as she climbed into the passenger seat.
They drove away and I never saw them again, but this woman had been the subject of many perverted fantasies of mine. I would have loved to hump her huge messy diapered butt through her sweatpants, thermals, and diapers.
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