The Dirty Secrets Box with Aris Dark
Inside a huge cardboard box we found abandoned in the basement, Aris Dark and I squeezed in like two pigs in heat, dressed only in thick, white diapers that rustled with every movement. The air was thick with that baby smell mixed with adult excitement, and we rolled around like animals, laughing and touching each other through our swollen diapers. I couldn't stop rubbing against her round little bottom, feeling the plastic crumple and the absorbent padding warm up with our sweat.
Suddenly, Aris froze, her eyes wide and a wicked little smile on her face. Oh no, I'm shitting myself, she moaned, and before I could react, a long, wet sloshing sound filled the box. Her diaper swelled up at once, becoming heavy and brown inside, the smell of fresh shit invading everything like a thick, delicious cloud. She laughed like a maniac, pushing harder, until the diaper couldn't take it anymore and started leaking over the edges.
She didn't hold back for a second: she took off the hot, sticky, feces-soaked diaper and shoved it right in my face. She smeared it all over me, rubbing the creamy shit all over my cheeks, nose, lips.. the smell was so intense it made me dizzy with pleasure. I opened my mouth instinctively and she shoved the whole diaper inside, made me to suck on that hot, sticky mass while I choked on its bitter, earthy taste. Eat it, you pig, eat my little present! she screamed, completely turned on.
But she didn't stop there. On top of me, she pressed her huge, bare ass, still dirty with feces, against my face and shoved it into my mouth. Suck it all, lick my shit-filled asshole! she ordered. I obeyed like a dog in heat, plunging my tongue deep inside, savoring every bite as she writhed and moaned with pure pleasure.
And then came my surprise. I felt my stomach rumble and unleashed an explosive diarrhea inside my own diaper. But it didn't stop there: the flow was so brutal that the diaper popped off completely, spraying directly onto the floor of the box. A brown, liquid rain splattered everything: the cardboard walls, her body, my hair. The smell was infernal, filling the enclosed space like a stink bomb.
Aris's eyes widened, she tried to hold it in, but she couldn't. The stench of my fresh, acidic diarrhea hit her nose, and she began to vomit uncontrollably, spitting up bile and bits of food. Between retching, she laughed and cried at the same time, vomiting more as I licked up her vomit mixed with my own poop from the floor.
In the end, we both stayed there, a complete mess: covered in shit, urine, vomit, and sweat, breathing that rotten air and kissing with our mouths full of it all. The box smelled like an open sewer, and we had never felt so dirty and so happy.