You decide to give yourself the 'full' diaper experience as you skilfully pluck a couple of laxative pills from their foil platter. One hand playfully squeezes the crotch of your cosy, soaked padding while the other gently throws the X-LAX capsules down your throat, allowing you to gulp them down. Just the thought of how your drenched diaper will look once you've added some real weight to it is enough to make you blush gently as you settle down into your padding, enjoying your warm, damp cushion while it lasts. The groans and gurgles of your laxative-laced gut are music to your ears; a gentle but insistent reminder of what's to come as the minutes pass.
You barely even notice when the first load comes. You're so busy squeezing your damp diaper and shifting from side to side in its wet confines that the feeling of your backside releasing a sizeable dump into the seat of your undergarment gives you a small shock. The second of multiple loads makes itself known before you can really react, pushing up against your butt and your padding with a soft squish. Your diaper sways below you as you pull yourself into a kneeling position, widening your legs again to give your gut the easiest path to emptying itself. Lump after lump of your bowel mass fills the back of your padding like a bumpy, crinkly balloon, creating a soil-coloured cushion that would've sagged past your knees if your soaking hasn't already brought your diaper down to that level. The squishing, crinkling noise of your diaper being pumped full of your product provides a nice soundtrack to the hot, cosy sensation of your mess pushing against your butt, and you let out a fond sigh as your legs widen further and you sink into your huge diaper.
It takes a few minutes for most of your load to find its way out of your rear end, but to you, it all went by too fast. You huff quietly as one hand squeezes your damp, crinkly crotch and the other goes to your backside, sinking into the gigantic mudslide packaged around your rear. Wet padding and soft mess alike rubs up against you, and it feels absolutely wonderful. You're glad you took one from your thickest pack of diapers last night - a lesser garment would never have been able to handle a load this big.
"Kelly!" The exclamation of your name from somewhere else in the house jars you out of your diaper-loving stupor. It's your mom calling - and at the worst possible time, too, you think to yourself as your eyes drift down to your immobilising padding. "Come and help me with dinner, please!" You roll your eyes as your mom finishes her request. You hope to yourself that she'll reconsider letting you anywhere near food once she sees how unhygienic you're being, as you reluctantly shuffle your way to the edge of the bed and struggle to plant your feet on the ground. Your mess grinds up against your backside as you drag your diaper around, causing your blush to return in full force.
The weight and girth of your garment makes it almost impossible to walk around, and you can't even imagine how you'd tackle stairs. You're going to need something to help distribute the weight more evenly, you decide as your gaze wanders to your closet. Then again... maybe you could just pretend to be asleep and dodge the whole chore altogether?
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