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A diaper/hypermess story featuring Tae Takemi from Persona 5

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

    The camera was in position and ready to record. Check. Her clipboard with her notes was placed within reach on a table nearby. Check. The bottle of unmarked pills was exactly where she left it. Check. The ultra high-capacity adult diaper with the skull and crossbones design was fastened securely around her 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," she said, sighing as she looked at the red recording light of her camera. "Extra-strength laxative clinical trial one: begin," she said. 

    "I can't believe I'm doing this," she added sardonically under her breath, taking the nearby bottle of pills and downing about half of them. She wasn't sure what the exact dosage was, but preliminary testing seemed to suggest that more was better. Also, she really didn't want to put herself through this twice if the first time didn't take. If only that student with the glasses was available, he would've done it without question. Unfortunately, Takemi was all by herself, and so, for the time being, she had to be her own little guinea pig. 

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

    "Stupid," she muttered to herself, 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, Tae had momentarily forgotten what she was doing, and went back to checking her papers before she quickly remembered that she was being recorded while wearing a diaper and with several hundred milligrams of extra-strength laxatives in her system.

    "Hmm, maybe the dose was still too low," she said, finishing the other half of the bottle, before having a sudden flashback to an experience in college in which she declared that a particular sort of brownie wasn't having an effect on her 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," Takemi said as several more minutes passed uneventfully as she idled around in her crinkling diaper. "I made sure to-nngh, there it is."

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

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

A massive mudslide of warm fudgy shit came pouring out of Takemi’s ass like an unsecured sewage pipe. With a wet SPLORCH it filled the seat of her diaper. The skull desgins which Takemi had chosen as a way of keeping a bit of her signature punk-rock style even with a big poofy diaper strapped around her waist were quickly obscured as the muddy shit sunk into the seat of her diaper, staining it a deep brown. Her padding sagged and sank under the considerable and ever-increasing weight of her load. Takemi was doubled over with her hands clutched around her stomach as it continued to unleash brown devastation into her nappy. Because she was bent over, her swelling, lumpy diaper-bulge could be seen jutting out comically under her rear, straight out at first, and then sagging into a bumpy shapeless mess as the heft of her shitpile rapidly increased. The 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 Takemi could feel the heat radiating from the swelling sack of filth all down her lower body, covering her entire ass in sweltering shit and reaching all the way down to the backs of her knees, which her diaper was currently pressed up against due to her bent-over position.

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

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

Finally, she reached the medicine cabinet, throwing the doors open and scanning the labels on each small orange bottle for something, anything that could help her. Ordinarily she would’ve had the contents memorized by heart, but this was not normal circumstances, and her mind was mostly preoccupied witht the brown eruption brewing in her bowels.

”Come on...there’s gotta be...*BROOOMPH* something...”

And then, she spotted it. A single half-full bottle labeled “incontinence cure.” She hadn’t tested this one either, but she didn’t have time to worry about that. She fumbled with the child-proof top, trying to open it before her ass could let out another volcanic blast that would require her full attention. The cap finally came off with a dramatic pop, and Takemi poured every last capsule of her homemade constipant down her throat.