Posted by Donnie C. on August 18, 2002 at 10:15
This a little idea I came up with this week. Enjoy.
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Hola! I am called Alejandra. I'm 22 years old, Latina (born in Argentina), about 5 foot 8, 110 pounds, with long, wavy, shiny black hair. I live alone in an apartment in a medium-sized East Coast city, where I work at the Esthetica Latina beauty salon. I have an interesting story to tell you.
The other night I was getting ready for bed when I began to feel cramping in my stomach. This is a sign that I am about to have my period, so I went to the bathroom to take a dose of Pamprin. The box was empty! I looked in my pocketbooks to see if any was there - nothing!
When I get my period, I also get an upset stomach. Really heavy, loose mushy poo 4 or 5 times a day. If I take my Pamprin, my stomach calms down. But I had none. It was too late to go to the store, and I did not want to embarrass myself by asking friends or neighbors for medicine.
But I was afraid to go to bed. I am a sound sleeper, and also I was very tired. If I had to go during the night I probably would not wake up in time, and mess my panties in bed. When I first started to menstruate at age 12, I had many accidents, in bed and other places, until I learned to recognize my symptoms. My accidents were always bad and shameful. When I found Pamprin, it became very important to me.
I could not stay up all night. I thought about sleeping on the toilet - too uncomfortable. I was very upset. But then I remembered something. My 11 year old cousin, Ana, sometimes spends the night with me. Ana is a chronic bedwetter, so she sleeps in Goodnights disposable panties. I keep a jumbo pack of them in my closet for when she comes over.
Ana is about my size in the waist and hips, I realized. I could put on one of the Goodnights to sleep in, just in case. But I am an adult! I have not worn diapers since I was toilet trained at age three. Oh, I was so confused. I tried to come up with a reason for not wearing the Goodnights.
Then my stomach started to cramp again. I did not need to use the toilet right away, but I knew that it would happen later. And I was so sleepy.
I opened the bathroom closet and looked at the bag of Goodnights. I took one of them out; it was extra absorbent, much thicker than regular panties. Then I took off my bikini briefs; after a hesitation, I pulled the diaper onto my bottom. I did not want to see how it looked, but I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was surprised to see how well the panales looked on my shapely bottom. They fit nicely, snug but not tight. A strange thought popped into my mind: I actually looked a little sexy in a diaper.
But in a wink I was disgusted with myself for thinking that way. Grown, healthy, sexy women do not wear diapers! I had an emergency, and Goodnights was the only way to deal with it.
Ana also wears waterproof bloomers over her diaper to catch any leakage. I put on a pair of the bloomers as well, since any leak I had would be a big problem. Looking in the mirror again, I saw that the bloomers smoothed the diaper bulge and made my butt look even more full and sexy. I told myself to stop thinking that way, and finally crawled into my bed. I was so tired that I went to sleep almost right away; my last thought was hoping I would still be clean in the morning.
At about 5 o'clock a sharp cramp made me wake up. I grabbed my belly - and with dismay I realized that I was soiling myself. My fears had come true! I instinctively put a hand over my butt to stop it...then realized that I was wearing a diaper and plastic pants. I lay there as a hot, mushy mess slowly bubbled out of me. It made a sound, "Sp-sp-brp-sp-bp-sp," as it flowed into the diaper. The smell of Latina poop, made by my zesty Spanish diet, reached my nose.
My bowel movements always smell different when I am on my period, they are not as nasty as normal. That morning, the smell was almost...pleasant. The diaper and plastic pants helped to keep the odor down. I had been lying on my side; when I rolled over onto my stomach, the sludgy mess oozed between my legs. I was surprised to feel not grossed out. Instead, my feeling was one of arousal. Again, I tried to put it out of my mind, but it would not go away. I had messed myself - and I LIKED it!
My stomach calmed down, and the soiling stopped. I felt the back of the diaper to see how bad it was; it seemed like a pound of poop was in the Goodnights. But I knew from experience that there was going to be a lot more. I thought about getting up and cleaning myself, my dirty, dirty body. However, I was still very tired, and wanted to sleep some more. As far as I could tell, my diaper was not leaking, and I figured I was safe for now. So, I put my head back down. Without thinking, I also put my hand between my diapered crotch, subconsciously rubbing myself down there, feeling the sticky mass on my private area. That is how I fell back asleep.
When I woke up again at around 8 am, I was still in that position - and still soiling. The smell of poop was much stronger, but strangely still pleasant. I checked the bottom of my diaper (MY diaper!) once again, and was amazed to see that the bowel movement inside was now at least three times larger than before! I had been messing myself in my sleep for the last three hours. By then my poop was a little looser than earlier, not quite diarrhea but also not mushy. I decided that it would be a good time to clean up.
But I found that my hands were still attracted to my privates. The urge to masturbate had become irresistable. I knew that if I did myself, it could be very nasty, but I couldn't fight it. I was so horny!
So I rolled onto my stomach to get the dirty deed done. I kept one hand between my legs, and put the other on the seat of my diaper. I massaged the loaded diaper - but not too hard - while massaging my sex. Before I knew it I was lost in reckless abandon, both hands going furiously, me moaning and squealing in rapture. It all led to the most explosive climax I had ever had in my life. It was incredible!! If any of my neighbors had heard me, they would have thought I had gone crazy. But nobody mentioned anything to me later.
It took me about five minutes to cool down from the session, and the reality of an ugly clean-up set in. During my passionate gyrations, the mess had oozed up my back and over the diaper's waistband, and leaked out the leg bands as well. Fortunately, the plastic bloomers contained it all, but I knew I would be a sticky, stinky mess. I finally got up and went into the bathroom.
I took off the stained bloomers and turned them inside-out, turned on the bathtub faucet, and made the water nice and hot. Stepping into the tub, I remembered to tear away the sides of the Goodnights ("in case of a messy accident," the package had read). Pulling the diaper away from my body, I got my first look at what I had done. Several pounds of creamy, light brown poop filled the bottom, smeared all the way up the back, and a good way up the front as well! If this had been an accident in public I would have died of shame, but shame was far from what I felt right then.
I laid the diaper on the bathroom floor, and pulled back the shower curtain. I filled my hot water bottle from the bathtub faucet, then switched the plumbing to shower. I spent a good long time in there, using lots of soap to cleanse myself of the mess and stink. The act of cleaning myself began to make me hot once again. Then, I used the hot water bottle to clean any stray poop out of my vagina, and again I was overcome with orgasmic pleasure. While I climaxed, a cramp struck and I involuntarily let go a wave of loose, chunky poop into the tub. That ran harmlessly into the drain. Finally, I used soap and water to clean the stains out of Ana's bloomers. Dried myself off, and I was nice and clean again.
Now I had another problem: I still had an upset stomach, and no Pamprin. The nearest drugstore was 15 minutes away by foot (I do not drive). No public toilets on the way, either. I was afraid to have an accident. But the solution was instantly obvious. Without hesitation, I got another Goodnights and another of Ana's bloomers and put them on! The feel of the fresh diaper between my legs made me shudder with delight.
I wrapped up the soiled Goodnights in three plastic bags, and put them in my garbage sack. Any homeless person digging through my trash would have a nasty surprise! Then I sprayed almost a full can of air freshener, because the whole apartment smelled like a cantina's bano (toilet). Thank goodness I live alone!
I went into my bedroom to put on some clothes. I was going to wear something baggy, like sweat pants. But I liked the way that diaper looked on my body, and decided to show off. So I wore a rather snug pair of jeans that highlighted the extra bulk on my bottom, and a T-shirt that barely hung below the waist. If anybody said something, I would tell the truth: I had an upset stomach, and no medicine, and I wore my cousin's diapers in case of an accident.
Going out the back door and down the fire escape, I put my trash bag in the plastic can in the yard, then set out for the drugstore. I got there with no problem, but in the store the cramps started. At first, I did not want to mess myself in public, because of the smell. But I remembered my alibi. So, I decided to make a show of it: along with the Pamprin I bought another bag of Goodnights (cannot use all of Ana's!). At the checkout counter the pressure on my bowels became too great, and I eased another wave of chunky mess into the diaper. There was a soft bubbling sound that was clearly heard by the clerk, as well as a faint odor. Fortunately there was nobody behind me. The clerk, a skinny blonde named Sandra, gave me a concerned look and said, "I know how it is...hope you feel better soon."
I got out of that store quick and headed home. The feeling of walking in a soiled diaper was too much. Halfway there I had another eruption into my diaper: my third orgasm of the day.
I got home, but did not clean up right away. I sat down (what a sensation!) and waited for one last spasm of poop. Within an hour it finally came: a blast of diarrhea that began to overflow the leg bands. Orgasm number four came soon after, followed by my second shower of the day. At last, it was time to take my Pamprin, which I did with some sadness.
All of this happened a few days ago. I have since worn regular panties, and pooped into the toilet. But the sensations of that morning are constantly on my mind. So is the remark by Sandra, the clerk. Was she trying to tell me something? Maybe one day I will go to the store and try to talk to her. In the meantime, I will anxiously await next month's period...