[#228] A Big Push

Soggy. Or messy? That was the problem with pictures versus videos, or even gifs; I always made fun of those pro sites for faking it, but it was really hard to convey what I'd done unless I completely and utterly planned it out in advance. And when I was trying to win a contest here, that just wouldn't do. I grunted and deleted the photo. Time to try again.

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I took a shower and cleaned myself up.  As I let the water wash over my face, I wondered to myself: what was the point?  Was it worth all this effort for a shot at joining the Puffy Princesses?  I never wanted to be a professional model before, but money was tight.  And if I could get paid for wearing diapers?  I had the looks.  The ample chest.  The long blonde hair.  The cute baby face.  And a penchant for making messes of all kinds.  On paper, it was the perfect job for me.

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I could fake it. I could get some chocolate pudding, pour it in the diaper, smooch around some. But the fans would see thru that immediately - I'd see thru that and I was barely the kind of super fan that some of the subscribers might be. I never thought that with a masters degree I'd be worrying about how to make the poop in a diaper more obvious, but here we were. Maybe I could do a really deep enema... like a four quart?

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Enemas were dime a dozen these days.  At least once a week, for the fans of my website.  But four quarts was more than I'd ever done before.  The bag was heavy with water, and when I hung it on the shower curtain rod, I heard it ache under the weight.  But soon enough, the hose was deep in my bottom and the water was flowing into me.

Diapering myself with a hose in my butt used to be difficult.  Nowadays, it was a necessity.  The rubber tube poked out the leg-band of my white diaper and I watched in the mirror as my tummy began to expand.

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I wouldn;t try to sell this one as unassisted. I'd be clear about it, I wouldn't present it as a fake or assisted messing, and I'd own the enema. But a four quart was beyond the realms of normal, and I could hopefully get myself to stand out this way. Right now, though, as the water flowed into me, I could barely stand UP let alone stand OUT.

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My stomach ached and I saw stars on the edges of my eyes.  A quart already felt like too much water for one small girl, but two... my stomach was bulging.  Three, and I was squirming in place.  And as the bag emptied, tears appeared at the edges of my eyes.  I could barely make out my pudgy, engorged shape in the mirror as trembling fingers pulled the hose from my diaper.

I thought I could hold it until I got back to my bedroom, but it all happened so fast.  I lost all control and started to fill my diaper.  I knew most of it was water, but the feelings were so familiar.  Endless messing.  Shameful tears dripped down my cheeks as I felt the dirty water flood through the diaper and leak out the leg-bands.

Before I took the picture, I would have to clean up a little.  I'd need to look presentable.  But the diaper, all the way up to the waistband, was tinted a dirty brown.  They would have to hire me now... right?