S L The Messy Virgin

Author's Note: This is a standalone story, that is part of the 'Sapphire Lane' universe. It features messing and diapers.

The Story

Alisa looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with her appearance. She was a Belarusian girl however had moved to the USA with her mother over a decade ago, and was now twenty-two years old, with pale skin, long dark brown hair, and a winsome face. Her breasts were naturally large, though unusually shaped, being pendulous with a wide intermammary distance, however these were nestled in a push-up bra, giving her chest a more conventional busty appearance beneath her white tee. Her grey and white plaid skirt was short enough to show off her long slender legs, without looking too slutty.

'I look the part, I just hope my little problem doesn't happen again...' Alisa thought as she went downstairs. The girl was going on a date, the first one she had been on in six months, having given up on romance after having so many humiliating experiences due to her embarrassing problem...

However her friend Bailey, having learnt Alisa had never been laid, had insisted on setting the girl up with her older sister Siri, who had recently came out of a relationship, so was looking to start dating again. The Belarusian girl had been a little reluctant however she realised she hadn't had any incidents of her embarrassing problem since she had stopped dating so decided it was worth a try.

"How do I look mama?" Alisa asked, going into the lounge.

"Aww, pretty." Her mother Adeline said, looking up from her book. "Though have you got your diaper on?"

Alisa blushed and shook her head. "No, you know I haven't needed to wear one for a long time now..."

"I know my kotik... but you know it tends to happen the most when you go on dates."

"But it's been six months since last time!" Alisa argued, flushing as she recalled her most recent accident that had happened during a date in the mall, in the queue of a smoothie store. Vittoria, the girl she was with, had smelt the messed diaper and also heard the wet farting that had accompanied the accident. She had been horrified, and they hadn't spoken again.

"Okay, it's up to you, but just think how much worse it would be if it happens when you aren't wearing a diaper..." Adeline warned, and Alisa knew she was right as the doctor she had seen regarding it had suggested it must just be stress related, as she didn't have any medical conditions that would cause fecal incontinence.

This meant the six months grace period of being accident free might not mean anything if it was the anxiety of dating which caused it. However, the stubbornness of a young woman to accept her mother's advice, combined with a hope that everything would be okay, stopped her from following it. After all, wearing a diaper had potential to ruin a date in itself, with Alisa thinking what an embarrassment it would be if her friend's sister realised she was wearing one... after all what woman would be attracted to a diapered girl!

'I'll just hope it doesn't happen... It hasn't in six months, so why would it suddenly start again now?' Alisa thought, trying to be confident, as she put on her high heels, which accentuated her long slender legs then left the house. However, she couldn't shake off the fear of an incident happening, like it had done on all her dates in the past, and this time she would be lacking even a diaper.

Alisa walked to the bus stop, and caught one into the city then made the short walk to the building where her date owned an apartment. She felt more nervous now as alongside her anxiety about the risk of having an accident, was the trepidation of going on a date, especially after her break from it.

She rang the buzzer and heard Siri's voice.

"Hi, it's Alisa." The girl said, trying to shake off her nerves as she wanted to enjoy herself.

"Hey, come on up!" Siri replied, and buzzed the girl into the building. Alisa got a lift up to the floor of her date's apartment, and knocked on the door which was quickly opened.

Alisa had met Siri before plenty of times when she was a teenager and often hung out at her friend's house, where Siri had still been living at the time, and they both had also attended Ginerva Academy though she had been four years above her. The young woman that greeted her was now twenty-six years old, and Alisa was impressed with how attractive she was, even more so than she remembered. She had pretty hazel eyes and auburn hair, with pale skin and a body that wasn't quite plump... well, actually it was probably plumpish, but most of the fat seemed to be on her thick white thighs which were exposed by the shortness of her casual blue dress which clung to her curves.

"Hi again, you look lovely!" Siri said, and leant forward to kiss Alisa on the cheek which made the girl blush at the feeling of the young woman's warm lips brushing her skin.

"Aww thanks, you look great too!"

"Come in..." Siri grinned, and led the girl into her apartment, with Alisa glancing down to confirm she had a huge butt to match her thick thighs, being excited by the sight of it through the tight blue dress as she had always liked girls with big asses.

"Nice place you have!" Alisa said, looking around at the nicely furnished apartment, being quite impressed as she still lived with her mama after all. "I know that is such a tropey thing to say, but I mean it."

Siri laughed. "Thanks, I'm pleased with it! Have a seat on the sofa... would you like red or white wine?"

"Oh, whatever you're having!"

"Red it is then!" Siri smiled, and went into the kitchen while Alisa settled on the sofa. The woman returned with a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a plate of some canapés she had made, which she set down on the coffee table.

"So when was the last time we met... I think it may be the slumber party that Bailey had for her eighteenth birthday." Siri asked, pouring the wine into the glasses and handing one to the girl.

"Yeah! I remember you snuck us a bottle of wine though we didn't really like it but guess we all pretended we did to seem sophisticated!"

Siri chuckled. "Oh yeah! Guess I was the cool older sister..."

"You certainly were!" Alisa grinned.

"I have to admit, when Bailey suggested a date with one of her friends, I was a little sceptical as I still see her as my little sis so in my mind all her friends are still the scrawny teens they were at the slumber party, so I was a little surprised at what a beautiful woman you have grown into!"

"Thanks, though you were always hot!" Alisa giggled.

The two chatted about their life since they had last met, with Alisa a little embarrassed to say she was just a clerk in a grocery store when Siri told her about how she was a business consultant, though that probably explained why she had her own apartment in the city while the younger girl still lived with her mama. However Siri wasn't at all smug or judgy about their differences in career.

As they chatted, they continued to flirt with Alisa finding it easy to playfully bond with the young woman, and they refilled their glasses of wine.

"So what about love life?" Alisa asked, feeling like they had chatted about pretty much everything else in their catchup, though felt guilty asking as knew Siri had recently had a breakup, and meanwhile she didn't fancy talking about any of her own disastrous dates.

"Oh I've been in a couple of relationships... I was dating a woman in her thirties recently however didn't really work out as she was wanting to start a family but I'm not ready for that or anything too serious."

"Gosh, guess I shouldn't have bothered to pick up some sperm from the donor bank on the way here then..." Alisa teased.

"Oh? And who would have been mommy?" Siri laughed, and though it had only been a joke, Alisa couldn't help imagining the woman pregnant though like Siri, she hadn't any desire to start a family yet.

"Maybe we could both have been, then we'd have twins!"

"So you're really keen to begin a family?"

Alisa shook her head, laughing.

"Good! As I asked Bailey before we arranged the date to make sure and she said you weren't!" Siri grinned, pretending to wipe her brow in relief. "So how about you, regarding relationships?"

"Oh, I never been in one..." Alisa admitted, embarrassed though knew she had brought the question on herself.

"Still just a causal party girl huh?" Siri chuckled.

"Not really!"

"Oh come on, when was the last time you slept with somebody?" Siri teasingly pried.

"Well... actually I'm a virgin." Alisa admitted.

"Oh sorry, wow, waiting for someone special?"

"I suppose." Alisa shrugged, thinking that it probably would take someone special to want to see her after she had messed a diaper on a date with them, but didn't say this. "When was the last time you slept with someone?"

"Umm, I kinda had breakup sex with my ex... we were already separated but she came round to pick up her stuff and we ended up doing it. Actually the best sex I've ever had with her so was a good finale!"

They continued chatting, however Alisa found herself a little flustered at the short anecdote, imagining that Siri having passionate breakup sex with the broody woman in her thirties must have been pretty hot.

After another glass of wine, Siri asked "So have you ever kissed anyone?"

"Why? Want to be my first?" Alisa flirted, having in fact at least kissed people before, and Siri flushed.

"Maybe..."

At that, both girls were kissing, their mouths tentatively meeting as they begun tenderly, with Siri slowly reaching up to put her hand on the younger girl's cheek. Alisa responded by resting her hand on the young woman's shoulder, and their kissing grew even more intimate, their lips parting with the smooch continuing open mouthed.

Siri slowly caressed her hand down the side of Alisa's face, and down her pale neck with the tender touch of her fingers on the sensitive skin making the Belarusian girl even more excited. Siri then introduced a little tongue into the kiss, while her fingers continued to gently massage Alisa's neck, then moved even further down over her shoulder and to her chest.

Alisa gasped into the kiss, as no one had ever felt her large breasts before, and it made her kiss her date even more passionately, loving how her boob felt being softly squeezed through her tee. Everything seemed to be going perfectly, until Alisa felt a churning in her bowels, and in horror realised she suddenly had an urgent need to poo.

The girl broke the kiss, and sprang off the sofa, her eyes wide in panic.

"Are you okay?" Siri asked, concerned at the girl's sudden recoil, thinking it had been something she done.

"Yes, I just need the bathroom!" Alisa said urgently.

"No problem, just through there." Siri pointed to a door that opened into a short corridor that led to her bedroom and bathroom, though still looked confused at the suddenness, after all moments ago they had been making out and lightly petting.

Alisa hurried around the sofa and to the door, but felt a cramp that made her double forward at the same time she suffered an explosive, and uncontrollable, bowel movement. The girl's eyes widened in panicked horror as she felt a blast of diarrhoea erupt out of her butt, hitting the back of her white panties which it seeped through with liquid shit splattering the floor. This was accompanied by a loud 'pffffrttt puh' of a squelching fart, and of course a nasty odour which filled the lounge with the stinking smell of feces.

Following the foul liquid was a few mushy lumps, barely solid, that slipped out of her helpless anus, making her panties bulge before being squished by the pressure of the fabric pushing down on them, so they were smeared between her buttocks and down over her crotch, while more brown liquid ran down her thighs.

Alisa didn't know what to do, thinking she had never had an accident that had mortified her so much as before she had either had a diaper on to contain the mess, or in the early days when she was eighteen and the problem had been first occurring, she had managed to get to a restroom in time, then gone home with the excuse of feeling ill when she felt further sudden bowel movements would follow.

However, this time she had an accident in the middle of her date's lounge, right in front of the watching woman with her panties, unlike a diaper, being unable to contain the nasty mess that had burst from her butthole.

"Oh gosh, I can't believe this! I'm sorry!" Alisa whimpered, slowly straightening up and feeling more poop press between her buttocks and white panties, and was too afraid to turn to look at Siri.

"Um, just go to the bathroom..." The shocked woman suggested. "I'll bring you some clean bottoms."

Alisa in shame shuffled down the corridor, not wanting more of the mess to drop out her panties onto the floor, nor have it further smeared over her butt. In the bathroom she took off her skirt, and turned to look at her butt in the mirror, surveying the 'damage', and was horrified by the sight of her white panties, slightly bulging at the back, with a very obvious brown stain steeping through the fabric.

The girl pulled off some toilet paper, and wiped the back of her legs first where the diarrhoea had ran down then gingerly pulled down her ruined panties, sighing when she saw how coated her pale butt was in shit, as well as how caked the inside of the white material of her underwear was too. She forlornly got started on the task of cleaning it off with toilet paper, trying not to think how Siri had seen the accident happen, when there was a gentle knock at the bathroom door.

"I'm just leaving a pair of jogging bottoms for you to change into, and a bag for your dirty clothes. Please feel free to use the shower and call me if you need anything else." Siri said through the door then left the girl alone. Alisa realised that wiping with toilet paper wasn't going to get her properly clean, so she opened the door a little to grab the jogging bottoms and black bag that Siri had left her, then undressed.

Her ruined panties went into the black bag, as well as her skirt as she noticed that the inner layer behind her butt had been splattered by the explosive diarrhoea too. Alisa then got into the shower and washed thoroughly, before ensuring the bathtub was clean, giving it a good scrub as she didn't want Siri to find any remnants of her feces later that would add to her undoubtable disgust towards the younger girl.

"I'll clean up the floor here." Alisa said, timidly returning to the lounge, after having redressed, clamando beneath the borrowed jogging bottoms. She thought regretfully that with how well the date had been going, she may have one day been borrowing Siri's jogging bottoms under a very different context, if not for her disastrous accident that had ruined it all.

"Oh don't worry, I've just mopped it... careful the floor is wet and I don't have one of those yellow signs with a slipping stickman on!" Siri said, trying to joke to cheer Alisa up, though she herself was still in disbelief at what she had just seen happen to the Belarusian girl. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, thank you but I'm really sorry! I don't know why that happens..."

"Happens?" Siri asked, catching the drift that it wasn't the first time, and Alisa flushed in shame, nodding.

"My mama is coming to pick me up, but thank you for the wine... it was a lot of fun so sorry I completely ruined it!" Alisa said with a sob, having messaged her mother while in the bathroom, then rushed out of the apartment, not wanting to burst into tears in front of the young woman who called after her.

Alisa took the stairs, not wanting to wait for the lift then worriedly paced the sidewalk outside, anxious for her mama to arrive, as when she had accidents, they rarely weren't followed by further ones. She was glad when Adeline pulled up in the car, and she climbed inside, flushing that her mama had put some protective plastic over the passenger seat in case she had another bowel movement on the drive home.

"I wish I wore a diaper like you said, that was the most dreadful time yet! And the date was going so well too!" Alisa sniffled as they drove home. "We were on the sofa then I suddenly needed to go to the toilet, but before I could even get out the room, I had explosive diarrhoea! Some even went on the floor...'

"Aww, poor thing, well you'll know to wear a diaper next time."

"If there is a next time! Why does it only seem to happen when I'm dating!" Alisa complained forlornly.

"Don't worry my kotik, when we're home, you can put on a diaper as you know when this happens, it usually continues for a while. However, we can spend the evening together watching a movie! You can do that with your mama without worrying about anyone judging you if you have another little accident."

****

At home, Alisa went up to her room, and moodily got her diapers out of her wardrobe, taking one from the opened pack. She hadn't used one in months, but the girl wasn't likely to forgot how to diaper herself after how many she had worn over the years since she developed her fecal incontinence.

Alisa took off the jogging bottoms, her memento from the embarrassing date as she didn't imagine Siri would want them back, or to even speak to her again probably after what she had done in front of the young woman. She also realised that Siri would likely tell her younger sister what happened, so her friend Bailey would also know that she shat herself, adding to her humiliation from the incident.

Alisa unfurled the white diaper on her bed, then sat in it to pull it up over her crotch then tape the sides securely. She stood up, feeling the familiar soft cushioning on her butt, and the padding between her thighs, which was at least somewhat comforting as she did expect another sudden deluge of explosive diarrhoea sometime that evening, only thankful it didn't happen in the car when she was in just jogging bottoms.

The girl felt it was a little sad, but she put back on the borrowed jogging bottoms, feeling like they reminded her of Siri who they belonged to, and she melancholy thought of the romance that nearly was, thinking how she would have traded a whole week of messy accidents if it had meant a night of continence for her date.

She went downstairs to join her mama on the sofa, and the woman put a movie on, passing her daughter a bowl of popcorn she had made to help comfort her a little. The movie, a dumb comedy which Adeline had picked as it didn't seem to contain any romance which would probably just make her daughter feel sad, did cheer the girl up somewhat, or at least distract her from dwelling on her humiliating ordeal.

"Why couldn't she just..." Alisa began to comment on something in the movie but stopped in midsentence, her eyes widening and lips parting in distress while Adeline creased her nose at the sudden nasty whiff of diarrhoea which had suddenly filled her daughter's diaper. It had been so sudden that the girl hadn't had time to even attempt to get up and rush to the bathroom, so she just had to sit there as she explosively shat herself for a second time, with more plops of mushy poo bursting out her butthole along with the watery feces. However this time she was diapered, so the mess was at least contained in the soft padding...

"Oh dear, never mind my kotik, let's go get you cleaned up." The woman said to her daughter, thinking that though Alisa's messing was smelly and disruptive, it was certainly a novel solution to ensuring she remained a sweet virgin for as long as possible!

The accidents that Alisa had weren't such a mystery to her mother, as Adeline was actually behind them, slipping laxatives into her daughter's food or drink whenever she got wind of the girl dating, having been doing this ever since the girl had turned eighteen and gone on her first proper date.