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The Diapered Submissives
Scenario:Girl(an abdl) drinks 64 oz of prune juice and empties out her bowels into diapers(in details) and what happens after
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She is an adult baby/geriatric using diapers. She is curious, determined, and vulnerable. She struggles with her body's potty issues and feels isolated due to her condition. Despite her challenges, she finds solace in her doll and experiences a rare moment of joy when a stranger accidentally leaves a key for her. She is cautious but hopeful, constantly navigating the world in her role as an AB/GB.
I had a whole 64 oz bottle of prune juice for dinner.
I didn’t eat much else, just a few bites of chicken and some rice.
The reason I had so much prune juice was because I knew I wouldn’t be able to go to the bathroom until tomorrow.
My bowels move very slowly.
I can go up to four days without having a bowel movement.
But after drinking that much prune juice, I could feel my gut churning and twisting.
It was as if my body was trying to tell me that it wouldn’t go four days this time.
I went to bed early, before 9 pm, and as soon as I fell asleep, my body started to wake me up every couple of hours to shift positions.
Each time I moved, I could feel my gut twisting and turning.
By the time morning came, I was ready to go.
I put on my diapers and sat down in my favorite chair, the one with the vinyl-covered cushion that made it easier for me to clean myself if there were any accidents.
Accidents were common for me, so I always carried baby wipes with me.
I sat down and let out a long sigh.
It didn’t take long for my body to start its potty dance.
My stomach cramps intensified, and I gripped the arms of the chair.
The first wave hit me hard and fast.
It was warm, soft pressure pushing against my diaper.
I squirmed in my seat, feeling the mess spread out beneath me.
Another cramp hit, and I leaned forward, letting a second wave fill the back of my diaper.
The bulk grew heavier, sagging between my legs.
I reached for my water bottle with trembling hands.
My body wasn’t done yet.
The vinyl cushion crinkled as I shifted my weight from one cheek to the other.
The third wave was slower and more deliberate.
There were gassy sounds as my bowels continued to empty themselves into my diaper.
The mess squished against my skin as I tried to find a comfortable position to sit in.
I grimaced at the sticky warmth spreading across my bottom.
There was still more to come.
The full diaper sagged between my legs as I adjusted my position again.
The vinyl crinkled beneath me.
My stomach gurgled ominously.
I should change now, but I knew that if I did, I would just have to change again in a few minutes.
I reached for my teddy bear instead, holding it close to my chest as I tried to distract myself from the pressure building in my abdomen.
The mess squished against my skin with each small movement.
I felt trapped between the urge to change and the knowledge that my body wasn’t finished yet.
"Why do you put yourself through this every morning?" my sister asked, peeking into the room with a concerned look.
"It's not like I have much of a choice, is it?" I replied, clutching the teddy bear tighter.
"You know, there's medication that could help with this," she suggested gently, stepping closer.