Mall Mess

First up in our big ol' backlog bash, a reward for LovelyRose featuring some poor gal created JUST for the sake of humiliating her in public~
Public diaper-dumpin' desperation, so if you're here for any of that...you're welcome!

Ooo, also! I'll be attaching PDFs to posts from now own, juuuust in case you all want 'em!

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Grrrrrrrrlrgh…

Myra’s eyes widened as she felt a distinct churning in her tummy, right there in the mall’s food court.

It always had to happen at the worst of places...but at least she was warned this time!

Finished with her food anyway, she slowly stood up with the intention of calmly, yet swiftly making her way to the bathroom.
But as her irritable bowels seemingly ALWAYS did, they made sure to announce her needs...

FRRRRRRRRLAAAUUURRPT!!!

“Oh God...b-bathroom, NOW!!!”
Myra panicked mentally as she felt the sudden, wet blast clap past her petite, brown cheeks and warm up her thick, white diaper.

People behind her all looked up with a disgusted disbelief. She didn’t even need to look behind herself to start blushing like crazy.

Forget calmly, the girl suddenly needed to BOOK IT to the restrooms!

Clutching her stomach with one hand and trotting as quickly as her little feet would let her, she crinkly danced around the several tables and crowds of people trying to reach the toilets.

Someone as incontinent as she was always had the restrooms mapped out before going somewhere, but even still it was a series of close calls.
And combined with the unpredictability of mall food, there was little question as to how bad of an explosion she’d be making.

If only she could just do it atop a porcelain seat…

“E-Excuse me, please!
Coming through...nnnrfff, h-hurry hurry!!!
The cute, short, twin-braided girl tried her best to politely get through person after person, now mere feet away from the restroom entrance!
Yet as soon as it was in view, her heart (and stomach) sank…

“OUT OF ORDER” signs stood before her, almost tauntingly so.

Tears stung her eyes as she read those bright red words. Her bubbling bowels got even more intense with her nerves.

With a soft grunt, Myra brought her knees together and doubled over a little, her skirt riding up dangerously close to revealing her secret! With this, another accidental toot came…

ssssSSSSSSPLRRRPRLFFFFFRT~!

The young woman trembled as she felt an even wetter, stickier sensation bubble up in her crack.

“It’s happening, i-it’s happening!
Oh no...downstairs! I need to go…”

She mumbled to herself, using up all the courage she could muster just to turn around to the several people pinching their noses and burning their gaze into her butt.

With her butt squeezed as tight as she could manage and an embarrassingly cute waddle, she spotted the elevator and desperately pushed the down button!

Fortunately, the door opened quickly!
Unfortunately...several others flooded in right behind her…

Body after body swarmed into the tight space, forcing Myra’s back against a corner of the elevator!

Her hands simply tugged down at her skirt, front and back, praying that nobody saw, heard...or god forbid, SMELL what she the poor nervous baby was brewing.

“Almost there, hold it dummy!” she kept telling herself as the elevator began its descent!

Her little mantra did nothing though, as when a single elbow bumped into her tummy…

SPPPPPLRRRTCH!!!

The cinnamon-skinned sweetheart’s buttcheeks stood no chance at the increased pressure!

A quick, semi-solid shot of stinky squishies blasted into her puffy seat, spreading over her bottom almost immediately.

Everything went silent in the elevator as people honed in on that sound...followed by the reeking stench.

Immediately, those with children started checking little butts.

Myra, however, was seconds away from crying…

“Christ that stinks! Who the hell did it!?”

“Urgh, it sounded so...wet!”

“Uh-oh, somebody needs their pants changed...”

Every word was bringing another salty tear down her burning red cheek. Even though nobody quite figured out who did the deed, she felt so guilty! So filthy, so...helplessly small.

Myra simply shut her eyes by this point, hoping this seemingly ENDLESS elevator ride would end soon.

She had so, soooo much more to push out after all…

Ding!

As soon as that nostril-saving chime was heard, everyone began rushing out.
Myra was thankfully left to waddle her way out with little detection, now tugging at the back of her skirt fully in hopes to hide her dirty shame.
Every step proved more and more tedious though.
Her bowels were shifting drastically, her butt losing more of a grip every second.

She was getting to a point where her poo was just pushing out on it’s own!!!

“J-Just a couple...more...f-feet…”

She whimpered out to herself, toddling slowly towards the restrooms right within sight.

But with her stinky little self a mere yard away, somehow she managed to come across yet ANOTHER obstacle…

“Well don’t you just look FABULOUS!!!”

“GYAH!!!”

The girl cried out, going stiff as a board! If only her still oozing mess would’ve done the same…

As Myra tried her best to sem the flow of slow, icky mess that filled her seat even more, a professional-looking woman holding a microphone simply began speaking out of nowhere, with a cameraman right behind her.

“Excuse us, ma’am, but your outfit is just a-dor-a-ble!
Sorry, but we’re doing a bit of a show on modern fashion, and we’d just looove to know how you came up with such a cutesy, simple, but trendy style!!!”

The woman went on, barely giving Myra a chance to breathe before shoving the mic in her face.

Poor girl was trembling, her eyes focusing solely on the camera fixated on her.
Of all the times to be caught on video…

“U-U-Um...I-I just...nnnrrrgh!..had some old clothes from when I was younger, a-and...grrrnph!!!”

She fumbled with her words, partly trying to figure out what to say, partly grunting from the sheer force of the poo she was so desperately holding back.

She realized it wasn’t waiting anymore, not one second longer!

Although flattered by how her lace-hemmed skirt and white blouse looked together, she just couldn’t do this anymore!

“I-I’m sorry, I really need to go!”

“O-Oh, please don’t leave us just yet! At least tell us where you got your clothes from, they’re just so-”

SPPPPPPPPPLRRRRTFFFRT!

As another splattering squish erupted from behind the teary-eyed girl, the woman took a step back with surprise.

The smell was now becoming VERY obvious, and Myra’s knock-kneed shaking was gathering more and more stares.

“Oh my gosh, are you…”

“N-NO, NO I JUST HAVE TO...NRRRRRRRGH!!!

Please, n-not here…”

It was no use though, even as the woman GLADLY began to move aside, Myra’s stamina was less than zero.
There was no resisting her body’s needs.

She took one last step forward, before practically being FORCED into planting her hands on her knees, sticking her cute little ass out, and strainging out the gut-wrenching mess in her…

“MMMMMMRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNGH!!!”

That mighty grunt was enough to clear everyone from her path.
Almost immediately, her butt shot out a good three pounds worth of semi-solid mush, forcing her diapered seat to plump out nice and full.

Another push, and a steadier log began to snake out, piling atop the already hefty hill she’d left.
Poo just kept filling her pampered backside, bloating out practically every crevice it could fill.

Her butt jutted out more and more.
The quickly staining seat found itself sagging beneath the hem of her skirt.

Why all that icky squishy began to push it’s way between her thighs and up the FRONT by this point!

All within just two minutes...yet to Myra, the mere relief was an eternity’s worth!

“O-Oh Gaaaawd, I...c-can’t stop…
It feels t...t-too good…”

Myra shuddered as she hung her fiercely blushing head down low.

While the last of her massive, mucky mess sputtered out from those tired cheeks, the girl’s mind slowly focused back into reality.

The sharp, thick stench of her accident practically enveloped her.

The heat and weight of what she’d done was wrapped all around her hips, surely within sight.

Whatever poor soul stood behind her was probably downright ill. That poor woman who just wanted to ask about her outfit, the camerama-...THE CAMERAMAN!!!

“O-OH MY GOSH!!!”
She shot up in absolute fear of the realization, peering back into the camera that was so CLEARLY pointed at her this whole time.
And a notably...entranced cameraman holding it…

“No...n-no no, o-oh PLEASE tell me you did catch that on film!
I’m so sorry, but please delete it! I…”

Myra began to beg, waddling up to the man closer with her hands clasped together!
The mess sloshing around in her absolutely packed pampers was actually audible…

“H-Honey, I err...we’re...actually…”

The woman quietly tried to tell the girl, but instead simply pointed up overhead.

Myra looked up in confusion at first, but when she saw the jumbotron above her, with her own cute, overly-worried self displayed for all to see, she could’ve SWORN she stopped breathing.

In fact, now that she focused...the majority of the mall was quiet.

People all over were looking at her...no, not just her, but her DIAPER!
That poor, saturated, steamy sack of stink hanging halfway down her thighs, nearly ready to ooze out the legbands.

As she slowly stepped back, DESPERATELY pulling her skirt down front and back, the collective snickers and groans began to fill her ears…

“I-I’m so sorry, sweetie...we were actually live right then…”

The woman confirmed, letting her know that EVERYONE in the mall saw her squatting and filling her diaper up just then.

The weight of that news was just too much for Myra to bear. She was growing lightheaded by this point.

With a slight stumble on her feet, Myra slowly fell to her knees, and ultimately...her butt.

Feeling her hips sink into the fresh hot pile of shame she’d made as she watched herself, she could do nothing more than just begin to utterly bawl her eyes out.

Just another day in the life of such a poor, pretty little poopy pants...