How I Started Messing [I Want To Talk To Other Abdls And Tbdls]
Hello again! Busy Busy as usual, I won't get into the dirty details of my job, but it is pretty busy around this time of year for whatever reason. The poll is still up and the leader is still "Wetting Story" by about 3 votes.
However...
Last time I told my Walmart wetting story and the massive amount of embarrassment that came with it. So this time I will tell a messing story.
Enjoy!!!
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Flash back about 6 years. This was about a year before my kidney surgery so I could still pee like the average person. This ment I could wear normal underwear instead of diapers.
Oh? You didn't think I was kinky before I was incontinent? WRONG!!! I've always had a kinky side!
So me and a few friends were enjoying our last summer vacation before college. We went on a road trip down south around Oklahoma and Texas. Beautiful rolling hills, or whatever isn't flat like Kansas is all over the state. But seriously it was a pretty sight to see.
We shopped and explored, went hiking and camping and just generally enjoyed ourselves. When it came to food it was whatever we could find along the highway and occasionally a "Mom and Pop" dinner if we were up for it.
The day in question we stopped at one of those family owned Tex-Mex restaurant that was clean enough on the inside but still a little shady. Being the adventurous types that we were, we just rolled with it and ordered our food. I got some chilly cheese enchiladas along with the standard refried beans and rice. We also got chips and queso for the table but I was the only one who ate the guacamole.
And that was certainly a mistake...
We all ate our meals and had some good conversation then hit the road to wherever we were going. About 20 minutes into the car ride I knew something was wrong. My stomach was in all sorts of disarray. It was that weird feeling of crampy and really warm at the same time.
I guess this is a good time to mention what I was wearing. It was a patterned baby blue summer dress with t-shirt sleeves, my cute pair of Van's shoes, and a pair of gray and pink striped panty breifs.
Anyway, I asked my friend who was driving to pull over at the next gas station because I had to use the bathroom. But lucky me, there wasn't another place to stop for another 15 miles. We didn't know that at the time but looking back on it that wouldn't have mattered.
Things started moving in to motion soon after and there was no way I was going to stop them. I felt that tingly sensation, the one right before you have bad diarrhea, and suddenly my mind went blank.
'Was I really going to poop myself in front of my friends?' 'They will never let me live it down if I do.' 'I can hold it I'm sure until the next stop.' That last one couldn't be further from the truth.
It began while I was thinking those things, pressure began to shift from my abdomen to my colon and then on my sphincter. I desperately clenched my butt cheeks together buying myself a few seconds to lift myself off the seat and yell "It's COMING!" My friends were surprised and confused but everything soon made sense.
Even with my butt clenched it shot out of me like a rocket, instantly tenting out my panties and filling the car with an intense odor. Everyone gagged and went for the window switches, the driver started to pull over on the side of the road.
Quickly my panties started to fill with runny mess that felt like hot lava on my bum hole. The first wave subsided and I caught my breath. The seat of my panties was covered with a thick film of gooey poop that I can best describe as a runny and poorly mixed batch of chocolate pudding.
Along with the smell utter shock and awe filled the air. After a few seconds I regained my senses and took note of everything that was going on. I had relieved a lot of the pressure but I wasn't empty. I had full control of my bowels again but I wasn't comfortable.
Then I thought, 'I've already messed myself, what's a bit more to be comfy?' And with that I bore down and shot more fiery poo from my body, filling the seat of my panties even more. The mess spread up the top of my butt and to my lower back, conversely spreading down the gusset and towards the front of my panties making a nice warm river for my labia to lay in.
After some time had passed I was all empty, in the heat of the moment I had wet myself as well purging all the waste from my body. My panties, my friends seat and part of my dress were ruined.
After the shock and initial finger pointing and laughing, my friends were very helpful. We all got out and two of my friends helped me strip down and wash off with some water bottles. I changed into my swim wear and threw on a skirt over top.
Luckily we were able to dry the car seat with a beach towel and it didn't smell too bad, compared to the rancid odor of poo of course.
Needless to say we drove with the windows down for a while until we couldn't smell it any more. At the gas station I did a more detailed cleaning with some baby wipes in the bathroom. As I was down there I played with my labia and edged quite strongly, my friends were right outside and I didn't want them to know I was into it.
That was on the highlight reel of our road trip, every once and a while it comes up in conversation but we all have a good laugh about it. I can't be angry about it, it helped me find a new kink, one that I can fully explore now because I wear diapers. "Life is a garden, dig it." -Joe Dirt. Dumb movie but fitting quote.
As for my control of my bowels, it is still there but I don't worry about it as much. I kind of just let it run on it's own unless I am in an important engagement or otherwise working. But in the weekends I never touch my toilet.
Well, there it is! My messing fetish origin story! I hope you enjoyed it if you did in fact read this far. Leave a comment or message me for what kind of story you want to hear next. More than likely if you can think it, I've done it.
Take care, happy messing, AllieDL308.
However...
Last time I told my Walmart wetting story and the massive amount of embarrassment that came with it. So this time I will tell a messing story.
Enjoy!!!
[center][b]How I Started Messing[/b][/center]
Flash back about 6 years. This was about a year before my kidney surgery so I could still pee like the average person. This ment I could wear normal underwear instead of diapers.
Oh? You didn't think I was kinky before I was incontinent? WRONG!!! I've always had a kinky side!
So me and a few friends were enjoying our last summer vacation before college. We went on a road trip down south around Oklahoma and Texas. Beautiful rolling hills, or whatever isn't flat like Kansas is all over the state. But seriously it was a pretty sight to see.
We shopped and explored, went hiking and camping and just generally enjoyed ourselves. When it came to food it was whatever we could find along the highway and occasionally a "Mom and Pop" dinner if we were up for it.
The day in question we stopped at one of those family owned Tex-Mex restaurant that was clean enough on the inside but still a little shady. Being the adventurous types that we were, we just rolled with it and ordered our food. I got some chilly cheese enchiladas along with the standard refried beans and rice. We also got chips and queso for the table but I was the only one who ate the guacamole.
And that was certainly a mistake...
We all ate our meals and had some good conversation then hit the road to wherever we were going. About 20 minutes into the car ride I knew something was wrong. My stomach was in all sorts of disarray. It was that weird feeling of crampy and really warm at the same time.
I guess this is a good time to mention what I was wearing. It was a patterned baby blue summer dress with t-shirt sleeves, my cute pair of Van's shoes, and a pair of gray and pink striped panty breifs.
Anyway, I asked my friend who was driving to pull over at the next gas station because I had to use the bathroom. But lucky me, there wasn't another place to stop for another 15 miles. We didn't know that at the time but looking back on it that wouldn't have mattered.
Things started moving in to motion soon after and there was no way I was going to stop them. I felt that tingly sensation, the one right before you have bad diarrhea, and suddenly my mind went blank.
'Was I really going to poop myself in front of my friends?' 'They will never let me live it down if I do.' 'I can hold it I'm sure until the next stop.' That last one couldn't be further from the truth.
It began while I was thinking those things, pressure began to shift from my abdomen to my colon and then on my sphincter. I desperately clenched my butt cheeks together buying myself a few seconds to lift myself off the seat and yell "It's COMING!" My friends were surprised and confused but everything soon made sense.
Even with my butt clenched it shot out of me like a rocket, instantly tenting out my panties and filling the car with an intense odor. Everyone gagged and went for the window switches, the driver started to pull over on the side of the road.
Quickly my panties started to fill with runny mess that felt like hot lava on my bum hole. The first wave subsided and I caught my breath. The seat of my panties was covered with a thick film of gooey poop that I can best describe as a runny and poorly mixed batch of chocolate pudding.
Along with the smell utter shock and awe filled the air. After a few seconds I regained my senses and took note of everything that was going on. I had relieved a lot of the pressure but I wasn't empty. I had full control of my bowels again but I wasn't comfortable.
Then I thought, 'I've already messed myself, what's a bit more to be comfy?' And with that I bore down and shot more fiery poo from my body, filling the seat of my panties even more. The mess spread up the top of my butt and to my lower back, conversely spreading down the gusset and towards the front of my panties making a nice warm river for my labia to lay in.
After some time had passed I was all empty, in the heat of the moment I had wet myself as well purging all the waste from my body. My panties, my friends seat and part of my dress were ruined.
After the shock and initial finger pointing and laughing, my friends were very helpful. We all got out and two of my friends helped me strip down and wash off with some water bottles. I changed into my swim wear and threw on a skirt over top.
Luckily we were able to dry the car seat with a beach towel and it didn't smell too bad, compared to the rancid odor of poo of course.
Needless to say we drove with the windows down for a while until we couldn't smell it any more. At the gas station I did a more detailed cleaning with some baby wipes in the bathroom. As I was down there I played with my labia and edged quite strongly, my friends were right outside and I didn't want them to know I was into it.
That was on the highlight reel of our road trip, every once and a while it comes up in conversation but we all have a good laugh about it. I can't be angry about it, it helped me find a new kink, one that I can fully explore now because I wear diapers. "Life is a garden, dig it." -Joe Dirt. Dumb movie but fitting quote.
As for my control of my bowels, it is still there but I don't worry about it as much. I kind of just let it run on it's own unless I am in an important engagement or otherwise working. But in the weekends I never touch my toilet.
Well, there it is! My messing fetish origin story! I hope you enjoyed it if you did in fact read this far. Leave a comment or message me for what kind of story you want to hear next. More than likely if you can think it, I've done it.
Take care, happy messing, AllieDL308.
22-25, F
