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JAbs: JockAbsorbers ®.
JAbs steps onto the pitch built for those cold-light scrums where the turf spits mud, the studs clatter, and every drive feels like a full-body collision.
🏉 A rugged outer shell that keeps you locked in when the match turns wild.
💦 A core that drinks up chaos so you can stay focused on the next breakaway.
💪 Flex seals that hold tight through hits, twists, and low-angle tackles.
Lock it in. Let it rip.
“I’m so glad you learned to settle down for your after school nap little guy. So much better than the first few day I would babysit you. I guess those spankings really did the trick. Now you’re so calm and happy to lay down on the changing may while I take off your big boy clothes, powder you up, and tape a thick diaper over your smooth little peepee. And you’ve been so good at not spitting out your pacifier. Such a good little guy!”
Mark stared up from the ground and resisted the urged to spit out the bright pacifier and tell Mr. Miller how he really felt. After all what good would it do? They’d been through all that the first few days Mark was sent to Mr. Miller’s house after school and it hadn’t done him any good then. His tantrums had cost him withering spankings and all the body hair below his neck and he still ended up diapered. He tried to resist for almost a full week until Mr. Miller showed him a special baby book filled with pictures of Mark’s red butt after a spanking, Mark in the tub playing with baby toys and sucking his pacifier after he’d lost all his body hair, and most embarrassingly Mark asleep in his playpen with a soaked diaper between his legs. Mr. Miller threatened to make sure all the boys and girls in Mark’s class would get a copy of Mark’s Baby Book if he didn’t settle down and accept that he was a baby in Mr. Miller’s house.
“Oh I almost forgot, your mommy called while your were at school and said she had to go away for work on short notice. I told her I’d be happy to watch you while she’s gone and since your school is out for the next week that means you’ll get to be my little baby boy 24/7. Won’t that be fun?”
Frisch gewickelt im neuen kurzen Strampler. (Und Nuckel)
“Is bin nis baaaaaaaaby. 🙄 Is brauch den snulliiiii auch daaaaaaaaanis. 😇”
“Is bin droßa Jungæ” 😎
*lässt das warme pipi langsam in die Windel laufen und merkt wie es die Windel aufquellen lässt. * ☺️
*malt weiter im Malbuch Dinos aus und merkt jetzt deutlich die dicke Windel vorne *
*popelt in der Nase * 🤭
One week to Christmas! 🎄✨I wonder what magic awaits 🤔🤩
Not gonna lie… This turned me the hell on… 😈
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Bananas, Diapers and Enemas oh my!
This is not mine, but I have done it countless times over the last couple years. I find it best to use a Poise Medium pad instead of the flimsy maxi pads, but either way, Enjoy!
* 4 bananas - not too ripe, but not green either - break each in half * 1 Kotex pad – medium absorbencys fine (note: a disposable diaper liner is a suitable alternative) * 4 liquid fleet susuppositories- (note: not fleet enenmas and not solid glycerin suppositories)
(1) place banana halves in a glass bowl and nuke for 30 secs (optional)
(2) empty two of the fleet liquid suppository applicators onto the banana halves making sure the tips of each are lightly lubricated
(3) empty the other two applicators up the subs rectum
(4) slip the banana hahalves tip-first into the sub’s butt, one at a time (obviously). This may take a couple of minutes. It is a wonderfully strange sensation for the sub, so no need to race through this. the first banana will completely smush up. Push as much as you can in with your gloved hand. It’s weird, but believe it or not, they start to go in easier and easier. By the 3rd or 4th half, they pop right in. This is why you start with 8 hahalves. By the last half, you’re sub will be incredibly full.
(5) tightly roll the kotex pad in sleeping bag fashion. sticky plastic side inward; cotton side facing out.
(6) wipe up the glass bowl with remaining liquid suppository - if necessary, pop open another and thoroughly lube it up.
(7) insert the rolled-up kotex into your sub’s quivering (and very full) rectum. If necessary, use your finger to push it all the way in.
(8) tightly diaper your sub and finish it off with snug plastic pants.
(9) Allow your sub to lay calmly for a few minutes; then make him get up stand; answer questions; walk around; whatever.
Here’s what is going on. The sub is obviously incredibly full of very wet, warm and weighted mush. And the quick-acting suppository is screaming at the poor sub’s bowels “void. Void!”. But…as the kotex begins to absorb the moisture from the bananas, it slowly expands and forms a snug and incredibly effective plug.
The resulting predicament is that the sub feels that intense crampy and panicky feeling. If they try to tighten their sphincter, the intensity of the cramping actually grows. I’m not sure why, but it does. And if they relax their sphincter (and eventually they have to); they find that they are absolutely 100% sure they are about to fill their pants, but at the very last second…they don’t. The cramping and trembling subsides. They can actually stand and converse semi-intelligently. But then, in about 90 seconds, they feel it building again. That nasty wave of cramping. Everything goes crazy again. They can’t focus; can’t speak. It’s happening, oh my god, I can’t hold it….but then it backs off again. It’s like wave after wave of contraction. Each one gets slightly stronger. And each one forces the sphincter to dilate a tiny bit more. This can sometimes go on for 45 minutes or longer.
After 30 to 60 minutes, the sub is totally freaked out. This is supremely controlling for the domme. You own every part of their existence at this point. And there are all kinds of creative ways for you to intensify the mind fuck. Dress him up, take him for a walk, maybe grocery shopping, and watch him try to mask his contractions and misery.
This is as close to incontinence as most subs get. I mean, with a full enema, at some point, you release and soil yourself. But with this, even if you push down a little, the plug means that everything takes it’s own course. It will happen when it happens. And that’s that. You won’t know. And the big baby won’t be able to tell you either.
But then, at some point the sub’s tired and quivering little sphincter surrenders all hope, and involuntarily spreads and the sub’s diapers fill with a mass of warm, wet, steamy ooze. But that’s not it, in most cases, about 30 seconds after the pressure is releived from the prostate gland, the sub’s bladder will involuntarily empty as well.
This qualifies as an emotionally, mentally and physically intense experience. Sure to leave any bottom completely chagrined, humiliated and weakened. Most dommes who have tried this recipe have been utterly blown away that such an intense form of control and humiliation can be relatively easily orchestrated with common grocery store items.
Great Idea I’m doing it this Sunday
Stinky Boy at the Park
I sighed with frustration as I stood at the top of the quarter pipe. This trip to the skate park was going to be a busy because of a rumbling in my stomach. I couldn’t focus on my tricks and the slightly crampy and bloated feeling was proving to be a total nuisance. I was diapered under my tan joggers, but there was no way I wanted to walk home with a load in my pants.
Deciding it was best to take care of my discomfort, I decided to start for home. As I walked through the park, the dull cramps in my stomach gave way to some soft gurgling. My body grew tense and I clutched my stomach through my soft black hoodie. Ugh, this was bad!
I felt a cold sweat break out across my brow as my steps grew uneasy. My muscles we’re beginning to clench and I suddenly felt my desperation growing. I was a champ at holding it; why was I freaking out?
I increased the speed of my careful, small steps. It felt like at any moment, my mess was going to make a swift exit into my seat. To make matters worse, I realized there was some kind of large gathering going on in the main park. I couldn’t turn back now. The fastest way out of the park was to quickly navigate through the crowd.
As I carefully and quickly weaved through the people, the desperation intensified. I could feel a warmth signaling that the load was ready to make an exit. My jaw tensed up and I drew in a breath. Just a few minutes and I would at least be out of the park.
Suddenly, someone bumped into me with enough force to knock my skateboard out of my arms. It was like slow motion. As I reached out for it, my concentration broke and my muscles unclenched.
As my board went crashing to the ground, my stanced bowed as a warm, sticky log forced it’s way out into my seat. The pressure caused it to mash into a sticky, muddy pile as more poop came churning out with a stream of loud crackling.
“Are you okay?” I didn’t even realize that the guy who bumped my board out of my hands had been watching me with a mixture of pity and hesitation on his face. I immediately felt the searing heat of embarrassment wash over my face as this guy watched me helplessly poop in my pants like a toddler. I silently nodded slowly and scrambled to crouch down to retrieve my board.
Crouching was a mistake. The mess intensified and the sticky, thick warmth spread and smeared across my seat. A slight scent wafted upward, but luckily my hoodie kept too much from wafting further.
“Unggghhh!” I gave a push and kept my eyes down to the ground. Crouching in my shameful state of filth, I couldn’t bear to look at the people staring at me. Overcome with embarrassment, I began to uncontrollably wet my diaper as well. I grabbed the front of my pants out if shock and gasped. The flood of sticky poop finally stopped, but it felt as if I had five pounds of warm fudge sitting in my diaper.
I quickly grabbed my skateboard and waddled away from the crowd. I knew that the back of my pants were bulging and sagging badly at this point. As I walked, the messy warmth mashed against my bottom and I felt myself instantly get hard. I felt ashamed and embarrassed at my reaction, which made me feel strangely hotter. Once I was out of sight from the crowd, I hid behind a dumpster and felt my seat.
The warmth was intoxicating and I sighed as I began to knead it slowly and heavily.
I would have to take care of the tent in my pants when I got home, preferably before cleaning up…
I surly do!!!!
Absolutely!
Ja bitte damit die Windel immer voll wird
The makings of a big stinky diaper. I am losing more and more control of my bowels and bladder each day.
Just your average bedwetter boy after waking up in his diapers (ft: InControl Elite Hybrids by Rearz).
Really liking the plastic-backing with the hook & loop tabs which are usually just for cloth-backed diapers - makes it easy to slip it off to go #2 on the toilet without having to waste the whole diaper!
Oh Noo My Pawz R Fading!
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Oh Nooos, Where'd My Pawz Go?? Someone Please Explain This Mystery!
A short story from yesterday: I am very glad a good friend of mine is looking out for me a little bit. That means I am locked and padded. Unfortunately, I broke a rule earlier this week: Do not leak! I left a small spot and that means some punishment had to be carried out. For two days toilet was completely off-limit. Yesterday in the morning I had to go #2 so badly. I was not allowed to use the bathroom but let it go in my diaper. So embarrassing. For my day at work I had to pad up very thickly and had to wear my onesie under my suit. You can’t see it on the pictures, but the imprint showed through a bit. But this wasn’t all. In the afternoon I was had to insert a suppository before leaving the campus. I tried to hold it and not mess on campus. I tried really hard. My bowel cramped but in the end the suppusitory hit my while still on campus.* I went home in a hurry, my head red and my diaper messy.
* PSA: No one was harassed or otherwise part of the action. I took care of that.