So I've been wearing since the pandemic. Not 24/7 but when I have the time, money and privacy. I'm usually a wetter but use the potty for poopies.

I never thought I'd be a messer. It was too intense, too...gross. How wrong I was.

Last night I was home alone with a sample pack of Rearz Mermaid Tales. I taped myself in as soon as I settled in, put on a long black skirt in case someone forgot something and drank a few coffees. (Some of you can see where this is going). Mermaid Tales, by the way, are great diapers. Super cute, absorbent and crinkly.

Anyways, a few hours pass. I'm super soggy under my skirt, I'm having trouble keeping my hands off my squishy crotch when my tummy starts gurgling. I'm thinking nothing of it as I keep playing on my Xbox, and I gently sat up a bit to fart.

It wasn't a fart. >>-<<

I didn't know what to expect as my diaper filled up with pungent, fluffy mess- but the back noticeably poofing out and then sagging down as it filled was unexpected and made me a very whimpery little girl. All i could do was whimper while my diapee filled with stinky poopies, squirm a bit and try to adjust my diaper to keep it from leaking.

I didn't know what to do. I was so little, subby and horny. Moaning softly, i grabbed the hem of my skirt and held it down, as though there was anyone else in the room. But it just..kept coming.

After what felt like an hour, the torrent of mush finally stopped.

The skirt came off. I was now nude except for my full mermaid diaper. The smell was intense, almost as intense as seeing the results of my stinky accident- two big brown splotches on the cuffs, where my legs met the ruined diaper. It sagged down quite a bit.

My shaking hands reached back to squeeze the smelly bulge I'd made. Looking down at my clothes, I noticed at this point I'd actually blown out the diaper a bit- my skirt needed a long wash after. Without realizing it I wet again- the urine leaked down my legs. Another whimper- I was a stinky, leaky baby girl.

I'd never felt so little and subby in my life. My stinky, leaky pamps stuck to my butt, my stained skirt on the ground next to a pair of pink cotton Hanes briefs and a nude bra- as if I'd ever wear them again!

I'd say I walked into the bathroom, but it was more of a waddle. Somehow I managed to grab the other diaper in the sample bag on my way in. I managed to keep my hands off my diaper long enough to survey the damage. The back was a greyish brown in many places, becoming much darker brown splotches near where my legs met the diaper. The front was yellow, saggy and squishy- I'd been in this diaper for roughly six hours by this point, and it showed.

Rip. Rip. The tapes of the diaper came off, and the heavy, suffering mermaids hit the tile floor of my bathroom with a satisfying thud. Starting the shower, I caught my breath, bundled the diaper up and tossed it.

Cleanup was rough, gonna be real. Looooong shower, a long wash for my skirt and a clean diaper after.

I won't lie. When I was done, lying back in bed in a clean diaper and thoroughly bathed- I pulled out my wand and had buzzies just trying to wrap my head around it.

Honestly I wish I'd taken pictures or a video. That diaper was wrecked. Maybe next time. But now I'm a messer in addition to being a wetter, at least sometimes. It was intense, visceral even. Can't say it'd be a daily thing for me. But my god was that an experience.