Warning! This Story contains Tbdl themes and Diaper usage Messy and Wet. Viewer Discretion is advised! (Enjoy :3)

                Reality Of Diaper Loving POV (Messy Diaper)
                                                By, PoopyWolf

It was a rough day at school/work for you,and even in the grand scheme of things if it wasn’t that did not stop you from deeply longing for relaxation and a break from reality. Relaxation for most would typically be playing video games, jogging, working out or going somewhere fun but for you that was not the case. What you wanted was to just be in the comfort of your own little private space and be in a thick crinkly diaper..like a baby, was that too much to ask? Lucky for you a fellow connoisseur and friend in this fetish you have felt for your sympathy and delivered you a package of nice Tbdl/Abdl Peekabuu diapers for you to enjoy free of charge.

The walk/drive home comes to a closer at your front door where your relatives ask you the all too familiar question onslaught of “How was school? How are your grades? Have any homework?”. While yes those are important for you in order to escape the failure and hell hole of highschool and its system, what you cared and wished others cared more about was your mental health. After the questions and exchanges with your family though it finally came personal time, and so you go to your room and set the backpack you damn well know you have homework in down by the foot of your bed. You go to your closet and from the far end of it you acquire your most comforting possession being a package you snuck into the house. You make sure your room's door is closed so you no one would see you but keep your ear game on point, listening for any footsteps that would alert you to being caught in one of the worlds most embarrassing pieces of undergarments you could possibly be in. You take the blue husky themed Peekabuu out the brown package and hold your new and first diapers.

Now you were in your moment with the whole package being opened. A little bit of a hesitant moment because more than anything you wanted to make sure you were absolutely not gonna be walked in on. At the very least covered if you were and no one would hear your soon to be crinkling butt, but you were sure you weren't on such an uneventful slow day in your boring life so you got out of your closet and closed your door. With the diaper in hand you squeeze it and it crinkled just like you thought it would and in nervous excitement you remove your pants and undies in order to untape your diaper and slip it on under you. You pull the sides up in order to tape the four tapes together at the front realizing just how much it actually spread your legs out than you anticipated making it difficult or at least not preferred to close them together. When you were diapered up you stood and pulled it up securely so you were all nice and snug. It felt…right, right and secure you've earned this just wish others around you would understand or at least not be so judgemental openly about it towards you. With your pants pulled back up over your crinkly babied but in such comfort and ease you sigh, pat your bottom and take a kicker out on your gaming chair to either watch Youtube, Play Videogames or draw fur art. You always thought others' art or writing was better than yours and there was really no point in doing it but when you were in such a baby-like state there was no harm in still trying anyways even if you were to compare it was still refreshing to create.
Hours later having been in a relaxed state in your room with peace and quiet or perhaps playing your favorite video games with your online friends you began to feel a certain pressure in your stomach. An aching pressure that was all too familiar to you when your lunch was fully digested in your gut followed by wet toots your nose wrinkled at. You knew what was coming, leaving just only one question, toilet or diaper? Were you going to use it just to try it or were they just nice to wear in replacement for your underwear. Either way your gut and bladder told you you had to go now and giving into the thought of using your diaper having such a warm load of mushy poop and comfort against your bottom made you make your choice. You get up out of your seat much to your gurgling aching bellies pleasure and look at the door seeing the coast was clear. You then get into a squatting position with your arms around on your belly clutching it and begin to push letting out one last small fart before feeling something heavy, warm and mushy come out and into the crinkling expanding seat of your diaper. It felt so….naughty, but in a  good way like you did something bad and don’t regret it as it stinked and was more mushy than you could imagine since you hadn't worn diapers since you were a baby. Your stomach felt so much better and you panted in an attempt to catch your breath at the absolute hell you unleashed on yourself. A saggy warm mess and followed by a trickling sound of you instinctively letting out urine into it. It was all or nothing the more you held it the more chance you had at being caught in your dirty deed. Peeing felt even nicer since it was so warm around your private regions all squishing in a  nice mushy warm texturous mix in between your legs,butt and crotch all in a nice sag for you to sit down in and enjoy. But would you do that? You first feel the weight of your now soiled diaper you had on and push it against your bottom to feel the damage. Wow you really had to go as evidence by the patting and swingy sag having not even needed to pull it back to know you completely bombed in it with farts urine and feces.

You felt a sense of satisfaction for your first time having used a diaper and a good time at that, but soon it would just get better by you sitting down and smooshing all in it. The feeling of your own poop and pee coating your bottom and naughty square just felt so good and righteous like it was supposed to be this way. Why did you grow up or have responsibilities? Do things you didn't wanna do, even some utterly pointless things in your life and not just have a lover or a nice daddy or mommy too change and baby you. Was that so much to even consider just having right now? Sadly…that's not how life works and life also did you no favors for your dirty covered buns if you didn't change out of that stinky diaper of yours ya smelly child. Now having had your naughty smooshing fun by rocking your butt too smear and grind your smelly mush and squishy pee against yourself like it was some f** plushie you decide to change. Standing up you feel your brownie batter stick to your bottom and blush. Maybe a bit too far? Because now your bed stinks and your butts smell was way worse than that. You waddle all smelly like a baby in your saggy wet poopy diaper to your door and open it slowly….noone was there. Good. You just hoped they didn't smell the poop in your diaper currently assaulting your own nostrils or question what that smell was in your room that was gonna be there for the next few hours. You close your legs as good as you can to appear walking as ‘normally’ as possible to your bathroom with a pair of fresh underwear and pajamas in your palm, shuffling with that bulge in the back of your pants any caregiver would give you tease about making a dart to the bathroom door closing it immediately. Once safe and your near heart attack from the thought of possibly being caught in such a smelly condition like that died down you remove your pants showing the full extent of what you did….Yuck. you weren't even sure you'd want the poor soul of someone else cleaning up your bottom as comforting as it would feel they would probably throw up at the sight. You remove the soiled yellow diaper and pull your ankles out of it before wrapping and closing it up, getting a good look at your bum in the mirror. Thoroughly caked and small droplets of urine dripping from your privates. How embarrassing just look at yourself you naughty dirty child. You blush and soon get to the not so fun part of using a diaper as thoroughly as that. The clean up. You get in and give yourself a nice scrub down in the shower getting as thorough around your butt and crotch as possible, a nice warm soothing shower you so deserved after your big accomplishment.

When your body is surely as clean as you could make it you turn the water off and get out to dry off. You looked at your diaper and waved your hand at the smell and shocked yourself how much lunch you disposed of in there and the beverages you had leaked out into it. You pick it up by the fingertips and know just what to do. You would dispose of it outside since a messy diaper in the house trash bin wouldn't be a good look,so when dried off with a towel and put into a fresh…boring pair of undies once more you look out the door again. Coast clear. You go into the open space of your home and take the messy diaper in your room feeling kinda sleepy as you go there. You had such a big day today and the baby needed to rest so when in your safe escape haven you put the soiled diaper in a trash bag you had got from your kitchen,and wrapped it up tightly. No smells, No sight, No problem. You yawn and stretch looking at your bed, no it was a crib in your mind and you lay down in it with a smile on your face. You wished you didn't have to do anything tomorrow…no adulting, no reliabilities or responsibilities but as life had it my dear child. You will face it ,but in moments like this the only thing you had to face was the stink of your bed and the teasing everyone was gonna give your stinky butt within the community.

The End