[Soiling, Leaking, Scat]

"There's absolutely no way that I will be caught wearing those... Those awful things! They're meant for peasants, not a Princess like me!"

Those were the words that had left Princess Angelica's lips as she was confronted with the fact that they had run out of her special diapers. It was beyond humiliating for her to go out and wear anything else. Especially considering the bowels that she had been born with, that couldn't even come close to keeping anything inside. That was part of why she had turned them down. The other reason..?

It was because they weren't cute. And because the Princess had the final say, thanks to her parents giving her total reign while they were off handling other affairs, there was nothing that the servants could do to stop her. She got her way, and ended up wearing the same messy diaper until they finally acquired another pack of her cute diapers...

What Angelica never imagined was that her actions could come back to haunt her. Especially with regards to the capacity of her diapers. They were able to keep a lot of her filth inside of them, that much was definitely true. But they were still normal garments. This meant that there was no way they could handle her constant stream of shit for more than a week tops. And at this point, they were truly being tested to their utmost limit.

Tonight, the night where her diaper was on the brink of being torn apart by the amount of poopy that had slid into the back of the comfortable padding, was the same night where the royal ball would be held. And as the effective monarch, thanks to her parents still being stuck with their other duties, it was up to Angelica to attend and do her best to remain as dignified as possible.

As she sat on her comfortable plush throne, diaper squelching underneath her with every second that passed, she finally felt what it was like to experience regret. It was horrible. It was downright unbearable. How could she have known that this would happen? She thought that her servants would be able to find her diapers much quicker...

To any onlookers, Angelica looked a little taller than normal. But it was all an illusion. Because underneath that pretty and frilly pink dress that she loved to wear, hidden away by so many poofy layers of fabric that were meant to keep her most intimate secret hidden, was her diaper. It served as a proverbial booster seat, both helping her put on an air of authority... And at the very same time, humiliate her beyond compare.

She knew that everyone was looking at her. What she didn't know was how many of them were able to tell that she was currently wearing a diaper that was filled with weeks' worth of filth. And if they did know, when would they decide to break the illusion? She didn't know, and she didn't want to know. Because it just made her stomach twist and turn that much more...

"Princess." One of Angelica's closest servants, Olivia, kneeled by the throne as she saw the shade of red slowly creeping onto her face. "You must endure. I've received word that a parcel is on its way. One that should have the items that you requested. I apologize for the extreme delay..."

The blonde Princess huffed as she unfurled her favorite fan and hid her displeased frown behind it. "Why did it take so long, Olivia?!" She wanted to yell at her. She really did. But she couldn't bring herself to raise her voice any further. Because that would just draw more attention to them. "Tell them to hurry up. I can probably excuse myself if they get here within the hour."

Olivia shook her head in a disappointed manner. "Princess, they can't be here this early. They'll be here tomorrow morning at best. You just have to endure the night. That is all that you need to do." Just as quickly as she had delivered wonderful news, she was forced to reveal the worse news as well. "Just... You know you can handle it, Angelica. Please." She took on a slightly softer tone, as she was the closest thing that the Princess had to a caretaker while her parents were away. And she knew that Angelica could hold it in. As long as she just focused.

Angelica glared at her servant, before sighing as her tummy started to twist and turn further. "Very well." She muttered, as she did her best to ignore the noises her tummy was making. All while climbing off her throne, wincing as the squelch of her mess echoed out through the layers of her dress. Not that anybody truly noticed, because they didn't know what to listen for. But she definitely noticed, and it made her cheeks flush an even brighter shade of red.

Her servants watched as she slowly started to waddle towards the buffet. And their hearts sank as they knew exactly what she was about to do. They just lowered their heads and hoped that she could control herself. Because one way or another, she always made things that much worse for her. Whether it was her choice to keep wearing a diaper that was proven to not handle the full power of her messes, or her choice to remain a brat at heart.

The act of waddling over to the buffet wasn't exactly an easy one. Especially as all of the guests no doubt started to take notice of the way that she was 'walking'. But Angelica just tried to ignore them. Even as she started to hear subtle whispers pouring through the air. It was just gossip. It wasn't true. At least, that's what she told herself.

"The Princess is looking awfully slow lately. Has something happened to her?"

"Perhaps she's ailing from the same condition the Queen is. Perhaps the King decided to leave with the Queen to spare her the weight of the public's gaze..."

"If that's the case, then the poor Princess is going through an even more difficult trial than we could've imagined..."

She could hear the rumors. And she knew that they were false. Her Mother did not have her problems. No, she wasn't padded, and her Father didn't end up leaving just to save face. They had to fight back against something big. That's what they had told her...

As she instinctively clenched her thighs together, trying to suppress the slight fear that filled her heart, she was interrupted by the even stronger sound of her diaper's mess being compressed. She could even feel the slightest hint that some of it was being squeezed out from the holes between her legs and the diaper itself...

No. She couldn't focus on those rumors. No matter if they were looking at her or not, she had to focus. And what better way to focus than to drown her stress in deluges of food? The buffet had been set up in such a manner that she could satisfy any of her needs. Despite the fact that she should be doing her best to watch her gluttonous habits.

Right now, Angelica didn't care about any of that. She grabbed a tasty looking chicken leg and tore the meat off it, tossing the wing into the nearby bucket that was meant for disposal. All while eyeing the various treats and goodies that were lined up on the table.

She completely ignored the way that her tummy roared from even a mild meal. Because she was determined to ignore the consequences of her actions until it was impossible to do so. And as she laid her eyes on some of the beverages that had been set up, she started to drool slightly...

Angelica made sure that nobody was going to try and take the strawberry milkshakes that had been made to her exact specifications, before reaching for one and quickly starting to slurp all of that cold and deliciously thick goodness. She could feel a bit of the chill from the milkshake pouring through her, which really helped put her at ease. It really helped calm her down, because it was one of her favorite things to drink. It wasn't nutritious, in fact it was actually quite fattening and contributed to her thighs growing bigger... which probably also contributed to the lack of diapers...

But that soothing sensation, that sense of relief that poured through her... It really didn't last long. As soon as she finished the first milkshake and reached for the next one, she felt her tummy growling loudly. Not because she hadn't fed it... But because by feeding it, she had thrown off the delicate balance inside her. And as a result...

*FRRRRT*

She heard the wet sound of a fart rippling out through her ass, muffled by the sheer amount of filth in her diaper. Which thankfully meant that none of the guests really looked at her as if they could tell that she had farted. Even so, it's not like they didn't notice the sudden stench flying around the room...

"Goodness, darling. Do you smell that? Was the soup foul?"

"No, it can't have been the soup. Maybe it was the chicken? It did seem like it had just flown its last few miles this morning..."

"Darling, chickens don't fly like that. Maybe we should just excuse ourselves."

Angelica could hear many conversations just like that one. They were all excusing the strange smell that came from near the buffet. And none of them really tried to blame her just yet. But even so, she knew that they were this close to finding out. And her tummy was still throwing a fit. So what could she do?

With a bit of panic dawning on her expression, and with no other options on offer to her, Angelica did the only thing she thought was sensible. She grabbed another milkshake and downed the entire thing. The cold sweetness was soothing... But it wasn't enough. She needed more to deal with her nerves. More!

By now, people had definitely taken note of her gluttonous tendencies. In the span of a few minutes, she had downed half a dozen milkshakes. And those milkshakes weren't small either. They were generously sized for couples to share, even if they were made to the Princess' specifications. So much so that a couple of the guests that were watching her started clapping, thinking that the Princess had taken part in some sort of contest. Maybe she was thinking of spicing up the Royal Ball with her own touches!

Sweat poured down her face as they kept looking at her. She didn't like it. She didn't like it in the slightest. And her tummy still wasn't happy. No matter how much she was able to drink, she was unable to tip the proverbial equilibrium in her favor. Which meant that more and more sloppy gasses flooded their way out of her ass, all while she bit into her lip and tried her best to focus on anything else...

But she couldn't. Especially not as the consequences of drinking so many milkshakes came back to bite her. She could just barely feel the sensation of something sliding out of her rear before it happened. She was forced to really bite her lip to stifle her cries, all while the subtle splashing sounds of liquid poop poured onto the piles of filth already inside her diaper. It was far, far too much...

And still, nobody noticed. Though the smell was definitely starting to grow so noticeable that many began thinking about the source. Which meant that more and more eyes drifted onto her, and more and more attention was brought to her...

"Ah, Princess Angelica. There you are. Are you enjoying the festivities?"

Just when she thought that things couldn't get any worse, beyond the spectators finding out about her poopy predicament, the son of the Duke that her Father and Mother were close friends with decided to come by. What was his name again..? She couldn't remember at this point, especially since she had only seen him at parties like these.

"O-Of course! Why wouldn't I be?" Angelica cried out, putting on a brave face as she pushed her chest out and huffed like a proud Princess. "What about yourself? It's quite the party, isn't it?" She laughed a little, trying to bring attention away from anything bad that could be noticed about her...

The Duke's son laughed as well, pleased by the way she was acting. "Well, there's a rather strange stench lingering in the air, but I presume that's merely an accident." He had no idea how right he was with that offhand remark, especially as he put a single hand on the Princess' petticoat, while offering his hand. "Would you-"

His words were interrupted as he realized what he touched. And both he and the Princess both became aware of the current condition of her dress, as his touch was what caused the dress to truly grow dirty. There was an intense brown stain rubbing up against the front of her petticoat, courtesy of all the mess that was currently pooled into her diaper...

Angelica couldn't find a way to stop it either. Because her rear was busy just pumping out more and more filth into the seat of her diaper. So much so that it was actually starting to leak out through her waistband. Some of it leaked down the front of her diaper, silently splashing onto the ground below and intensifying the scent.

She couldn't hide it any longer. He was right there in front of her. He had seen it. Her messy bottom, her messy hole, everything. How would he possibly react? She wasn't sure. All that she knew was that she just wanted to hide away and forget that all of this had happened. Then she could... N-No, even then, she still needed diapers. There truly was no escape for what was happening.

The Duke's Son did his best to endure the scent, as he looked upon the panicking young girl. And a sly smile appeared on his face, as he grabbed ahold of her hands, pulling her into a dancing position. "I think you just need to forget all about your current complications, Princess." He said, his tone taking on a significantly more... cruel? teasing? It was hard to tell what the edge of his tone truly was at this point. But he was definitely taking advantage of her current predicament.

"I- Stop-" She didn't want this. But she was forced along, the sound of her heels echoing out alongside the sound of her wet farts growing stronger and stronger. Not because she was farting with any greater intensity, but because of the prior leak making it easier and easier for her gas to slip out and make such horrendous noise...

All eyes gravitated onto her. And she blushed more and more in turn. This time, there was no escaping it. They all knew what was going on. And the gossip immediately started to fly through the air, adding to her humiliation...

"That's the Princess, right? Why's her dress all brown in the front? And what's that smell?"

"Well, it seems like she truly does share a few qualities with the Queen after all. This must be an awful way to find out..."

"How much is packed into her panties anyway, if she smells that badly?"

With every step she took, she could hear her diaper being undone. Which thankfully distracted her from how obvious her current predicament was, even if it made her painfully aware of the fact it was about to get worse. Given how much she had soiled herself, there was no way that the tapes were able to endure rapid movements like these. And the Duke's Son was forcing her to dance as properly as possible...

"What's the matter, Princess?" He said, definitely taunting her at this point. "You seem troubled. Perhaps you should just let go?" He whispered into her ear, all while smiling more so than ever before. "You've already made such a mess, there's no reason to go on when everyone's already seen through your farce."

Such scathing words. That were only emphasized by the way that she could hear splashing sounds of her liquid mess hitting the floor. As well as the soft thud of turd after turd landing underneath her, and even being smeared as she was forced to step on them. It was all... It was...

Before she could come to a decision, the diaper chose for her. By simply falling apart then and there, the tapes finally snapping off as everything fell onto the floor below. The overtaxed diaper made a pitiful squelch as some of the piss and other liquid filth started to soak out of it like a sponge having been put under pressure, the runnier filth just flooding the floor... And the piles of pure poop that were completely impossible to miss, partly because some were forced underneath her dress and started to roll around on the floor, and partly because her petticoat had been completely browned at this point.

The shocked gasps echoed around the hall, followed by sounds of disgust and mocking laughter. All while Angelica's expression was frozen for a brief moment. It was like she couldn't properly process what had happened. So the only thing she could do was softly sob, as the sound of her wet farts echoed out more and more... And even more filth just casually flooded from her rear.

What did she have to be proud of? Nothing. She had pooped her diaper to the point of it bursting, and now... The only thing she could do was just let go and smile, while the tears ran down her cheeks like the shit ran down her thighs.

Thus, the Poopy Princess' reputation was forever soiled...