Doubling Down Into Diapers Chapter Six (Patreon)

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Vanessa tossed and turned, hot, sweaty... and above all thirsty. Her throat was parched, her mouth as dry as the Nevada desert outside her window. In the dark, she clutched the bottle to her bosom, trying to decide weather or not she should drink it. She certainly didn’t put it past a weirdo like West to spike her drink with something... the question was: how much longer could she hold out?

     Finally, she could resist no longer; hot and sweaty, her thirst overpowering, Vanessa reluctantly popped the nipple into her mouth and gave an experimental suck, pleased when she was rewarded with something sweet and chocolatey. Chocolate had always been her favourite treat, so she was happy to take a mouthful from the bottle, followed by another and another.

     She rolled onto her back, propping her head up in a comfortable position on the pillow, and settled into a rhythm of sucking and swallowing, the thick, sweet, milky fluid trickling down her throat and filling her tummy. She only meant to drink enough to satisfy her thirst, but she enjoyed the taste so much, she wound up drinking nearly all of it, leaving only a tiny bit in the bottom when she finally fell asleep.

     Vanessa’s drifted dreamlessly, drained from the stress of the day and the uncertainty of what faced her in the future. She greeted her rest eagerly, all to happy to escape from her new reality, if only for a few brief hours.

     It was still dark when she was awakened by a sharp cramp in her belly. “Uhhhh?” She groaned, rolling herself into a ball and rubbing her tummy. “What--?” she moaned sleepily, cut off again when her belly gave an ominous rumble. The cramps, though not exactly painful, were uncomfortable, persistent... and clearly indicated the arrival of a major bowel movement. She pressed her face into the pillow, praying that she was wrong... but a sudden build up of gas in her colon seemed to confirm her worst fears.

     Vanessa squeezed her tushy, blushing in the dark. Even though she was alone, she hated the idea of passing gas into a diaper-- to the prissy con-woman, farting in a diaper was getting dangerously close to messing in a diaper-- a possibility she didn’t even want to contemplate!

     She held it in for as long she could, tossing and turning on the mattress, groaning in bloated discomfort. Finally, she couldn’t contain herself anymore, and Vanessa was forced to loosen up her anus and emit a cute little squeaker, almost totally muffled by her diaper. But it didn’t matter-- in the darkness, the sexy blonde blushed, hoping that she’d sufficiently relieved herself to get back to sleep.

     But the bloating and cramps didn’t let up-- just a few minutes later, her bottom felt full once more, and she found herself straining, which was quickly rewarded with a short but noisy blast.

     This continued for about a quarter of an hour, the farts growing louder, longer... and harder to control. Worse, the pressure, the rolling cramps, and the fullness in her rear end was only getting worse by the minute, and she could feel a large, weighty mass building up in her colon. There was no denying it anymore... Vanessa had to take a dump, and the urge was getting stronger.

     Clenching her tight little butt, she tossed and turned and rubbed her belly in an attempt as soothing the raging storm that was building up inside of her at an alarming rate. Every few minutes, the cramps would surge, pushing her bowel control to the limit, often forcing out rip roaring farts that sounded like they were threatening to blow a hole in her diaper.

     Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to force herself to sleep, but merely wound up tossing, turning, and passing gas noisily in her padded pampers. Grunting and groaning, her guts burbling inside her, she tooted and pooted in the dark. Meanwhile, she could feel a muddy mass building up behind her quivering pink anus, just begging to be released... and in fact, the farts were getting wetter, to the point where the sexy blonde began to seriously worry she was letting out more than just gas... her butt-crack was beginning to feel distinctly moist.

     Sweating, Vanessa cocked a leg, letting out another bubbly, tuba-blast toot. She could feel the mess waiting right behind her struggling anus, just waiting for a moment of weakness to allow it to slip through her defences and turn her pristine white diaper a sickly, stinky brown.

     The cramps grew, her stomach gurgling and growling. Vanessa lay awake, wide eyed, hovering on the edge of an accident, her desperation racing toward a critical point. At last, she knew she had a decision to make...

Should Vanessa continue trying to hold it or should she give in and mess herself intentionally to alleviate her discomfort?

Try to hold it

Give in and mess herself

Let us know your thoughts in the comments!