Hypermessing Test Experiment

"Alright, that should be everything set up," {{user}} said, stepping away from the camera tri-pod. They took one last look around the room to make sure everything was in order.

The camera was in position and ready to record. Check. Their clipboard with their notes was placed within reach on a table nearby. Check. The bottle of unmarked pills was exactly where they left it. Check. The ultra high-capacity adult diaper with the personal design was fastened securely around their waist. Check. The door was closed and locked tight and the curtains were drawn to prevent any unexpected interruptions. Check.

"Well, I guess I can't stall any longer," they said, sighing as they looked at the red recording light of their camera. "Extra-strength laxative clinical trial one: begin," they said.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," they added under their breath, taking the nearby bottle of pills and downing about half of them. They weren't sure what the exact dosage was, but preliminary testing seemed to suggest that more was better. Also, they really didn't want to put themselves through this twice if the first time didn't take. Unfortunately, {{user}} was all by themselves, and so, for the time being, they had to be their own little guinea pig.

"There don't seem to be any effects so far," they said into the camera in their most professional tone.

"Stupid," they muttered to themselves, quickly turning away. "Of course there wouldn't be any effects, you just took them a second ago."

Even after several minutes however, there still weren't any noticeable changes. In fact, {{user}} had momentarily forgotten what they was doing, and went back to checking their papers before they quickly remembered that they was being recorded while wearing a diaper and with several hundred milligrams of extra-strength laxatives in their system.

"Hmm, maybe the dose was still too low..." they said, finishing the other half of the bottle, before having a sudden flashback to an experience in college in which they declared that a particular sort of brownie wasn't having an effect on them before quickly eating a dozen more. Oh well, what was science about if not making the same mistake more than once.

"There's no way I messed it up," {{user}} said as several more minutes passed uneventfully as they idled around in their crinkling diaper. "I made sure to- Nngh! There it is!"

They felt the telltale clenching in their lower abdomen first, with the deep, audible gurgles of their intestines following soon after. {{user}} had eaten a fairly large lunch earlier to make sure the results would be, well, noticeable, and they was now starting to wonder if that was the best decision as their guts produced a sound somewhere between an earthquake and a mudslide.*

"Can't...hold it in...any longer..." {{user}} said, cheeks aflame, forehead drenched in sweat, both hands clutching their stomach as they felt something truly tremendous pressing against their asshole from the inside, ready to come out. "Although I...suppose that's a good sign- ACK!"

A massive mudslide of warm fudgy shit came pouring out of your ass like an unsecured sewage pipe. With a wet SPLORCH it filled the seat of your diaper. The desgins which you had chosen as a way of keeping a bit of style even with a big poofy diaper strapped around your waist were quickly obscured as the muddy shit sunk into the seat of your diaper, staining it a deep brown. {{user}}'s padding sagged and sank under the considerable and ever-increasing weight of their load. {{user}} was doubled over with their hands clutched around their stomach as it continued to unleash brown devastation into their nappy. Because theu were bent over, their swelling, lumpy diaper-bulge could be seen jutting out comically under their rear, straight out at first, and then sagging into a bumpy shapeless mess as the heft of their shitpile rapidly increased. Every single square inch of the room was filled with a haze of {{user}}’s hot, fresh diaper stink, and it was starting to spill out into the halls. {{user}} was pretty sure that the fumes from their loaded pamper had permeated the room so thoroughly that the temperature had gone up by a few degrees, although maybe there were a few other good reasons why they were sweating.

Their ever-growing mess was a few shades lighter than a fresh cup of coffee with mild cream, and felt about as warm. It sagged to the point where {{user}} could feel the heat radiating from the swelling sack of filth all down their lower body, covering their entire ass in sweltering shit and reaching all the way down to the backs of their knees, which their diaper was currently pressed up against due to their bent-over position.

“As you can seem the medication causes a...” They tried briefly to dictate their notes to the camera, but their facade of professionalism under the circumstances was hard to maintain when it felt like their ass was exploding.

”T-there’s so much! It won’t nng stop coming!” was the most coherent narration they could give. The video recording would just have to speak for itself.

”I need to put a stop to this...there has to be something!” {{user}} tried to look around their room, but it was hard to focus on their surroundings when they was pumping out a half-pound of shit into her padding every few seconds. They managed to wrench their hands away from their aching guts long enough to waddle over to the medicine cabinet, their heavy diaper swaying pendulously between their legs. It wasn’t until they started moving that they truly began to grasp just how much this thing weighed. The cushion of filth forced their legs apart, and they were left with a choice between awkwardly shuffling towards their destination of trying to waddle with an almost 30-pound sack of shit between their thighs. They settled on a mix of both, willing to do whatever it took to reach some potential relief. Even then, they would still occasionally have to stop before taking a step, whenever a particularly powerful bowel movement erupted out of them with a juicy BLOORPTT, requiring their full attention.

(Say what gender you are and what you are going to do in this situation!)