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[gurglesgasgrunts]

I was asked about an old story, and I’ve rewritten it. I can’t remember how the old one went exactly but I think this is how it went down. Anyway, I hope it’s alright haha 😅

You go on a week long trip and come home to find that your FC hasn’t shit since you left. You give them a few bottles of warm milk to help get things moving and massage their belly.

Contains: ABDL type relationship, messing, farting

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[babydou17]

Short story - You are not a big boy.

As usual, inspired by a real recent scene… 😉

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You squirm in your car seat. You’re seated at the back of the car while Daddy is driving and Papa is in the passenger seat. You can hear them chatting about a new film that just came out, already trying to plan a night out and check if your "uncles" could possibly babysit you one evening. It’s none of your business anyway, so you just go back to looking to your right through the tinted window. Luckily for you the back windows are tinted so you can be your true self and not have to worry about anyone seeing you.

How embarrassing would that be… Daddy and Papa always tightly secure you in your oversized car seat. On top of that, since you made a mess on the seats with a lollipop a couple of months ago, they never leave you in the car without a "drool" bib as they call it. Of course, this comes with a pacifier as well to soothe you during the car ride, they say.

Today is a hot summer day and it’s very hot in the car. The kind of temperature that makes it feel like a giant heat wave hits you as soon as you open the car door. So, papa removed your dungarees and left you in your yellow and white onesie and your slightly soggy padding. Nothing else needed after all, and it feels much better. You wouldn’t want to be too hot and be a cranky boy, that could get you in trouble.

About half an hour into the car ride, a very common feeling creeps in. Your tummy is sending you a message and you know there’s no escaping it. But it’s always so embarrassing to go in the car, especially when both papa and daddy are there. Maybe you can hold a little and wait 10 more minutes until you’re home.

Holding it in…This is not something you do much anymore. Why bother? You’ve been in Pamps for the last two years and have no way of convincing Daddy nor Papa of letting you use the "big boy potty" ever. So you do not hold. There’s no point.

Six long minutes go by and it’s too much already. You start squirming and whimpering a little through your pacifier which catches Daddy’s attention. You can see he’s looking at you from the rear mirror.

"Everything OK back there babyboy?", he says raising an eyebrow.

You ignore him and try to hold a bit more. Only two minutes left until you’re home now, so you think you can make it. You can already see the Main Street near home.

Daddy discreetly winks at papa and they share a knowing smile.

"Oh, silly me!", one of them says. "I needed something from the grocery store. One more stop it is!"

Daddy proceeds to turn around and your chances of making pushies out of your car seat disappear.

It’s too much for you to take in and you start crying. Literally crying like a baby as you are about to miserably fill the seat of your Pamps with no chance to escape.

"Aww kiddo, what are those tears for, uh? I know it’s past nap time, we’ll be home in no time, okay? Keep making pushies for Daddy and Papa, you’re doing a good job. You’re going to stink up the whole car, but we love you for it. We know it’s too hard for a little boy like you to hold it in like a big boy. There’s no need to try and prove us anything, okay? Now keep pushing and if you’re a good boy, I’ll buy you some big kid cookies instead of the baby ones for snack time."

In a symphony of sounds that make Daddy and Papa silently laugh, you lose control and become the messy boy your daddies love so much.

"Pheeew buddy, this is not a small present you’re leaving us. What a stinker!", Daddy says. "I wonder who will be the lucky one to change this diapee. Would you like to pick who gets to change you when we’re home?"

“Papaaa”, you reply with an unmistakable grin barely hidden behind your oversized pacifier. You know he’s the one who always tries to escape messy changes duty, even after hundreds of those. So, it’s always fun to get your revenge however you can.

“You little rascal, don’t be surprised if you get attacked by the tickle monster once you’re in your fresh diapee…. Someone may start his nap soggy already", papa jokingly warns.

About 20 minutes later, you finally get home and are lifted up by Papa. He gently rubs your back as he carries you upstairs.

"I don’t think there’s anytime to lose, kiddo. This Pamp is on the verge of exploding!"

He sits you up on your changing table and starts unsnapping your onesie and stops.

"Before I change you. Look at me in the eyes and tell me what you’ve done, buddy."

You’re surprised and remain silent, before Papa’s insisting look take the words out of your mouth.

"I…I went boom boom in my diapee, papa”, you say blushing a little.

"Mhm, and where did you do that?"

“In the car…”

“That’s correct, in your car seat. Is that what big boys do? Are you a big boy?”

You shake your head.

“Indeed, you are not a big boy. Who does that?”

“Little boys, Papa.”, you reply with a reddened face.

Papa nods and continues looking straight into your eyes. "Now, I do not want to see you holding in your boom boom when we’re in the car, kiddo. Or ever. You are not a big boy. You are not supposed to be holding anything in. Everything ends in your paddings and I do not want to see you resist this in any way. Alright? You have nothing to prove us. You are and will always be filling those Pamps anywhere and anytime. Is it understood?". Papa’s voice doesn’t sound upset or loud. He is very calm but very assertive. So assertive that you just nod in return.

"Good boy, I love you so much, you know that", he says giving a kiss on your pacifier.

“Now, brace yourself for the tickle monster in a few minutes…”

[canttitlethisbaby]

Wendy looked about the parking lot trying not to let her inner voice be too harsh with her. Every problem has a solution, she reminded herself, and the consequences of her mistake and bad luck wouldn't be ruinous. That didn't stop her from feeling like a failure of a mommy.

The day had been going so well too. She'd woken up refreshed, ready to take advantage of a free day. Her husband had been a ball of sunshine from the moment she walked into his nursery, smiling ear to ear at her, grabbing his crib bars and bouncing with excitement.

The morning played out like she hoped most mornings would when she decided to regress her husband back to adult toddlerhood. He behaved during his morning diaper change and breakfast, only pouting a little when she told him he'd have oatmeal for breakfast again, but soon smiling and giggling as she airplained the whole bowl into his mouth. He didn't whine when she put him in an extra thick diaper and crinkly plastic pants or complain about the bright yellow onesie and green shortalls as too babyish. He even thanked her when she attached the pacifier ribbon to his shortalls.

She'd beamed at her hubby standing there in his adorable outfit with his velcro shoes, his diaper bulging out around his waist, sucking his pacifier and clutching his favorite stuffy. She wanted to just eat him up he was so cute! Then she looked at her phone and realized how behind they were on her schedule for the day, so she hastily grabbed the diaper bag by the door and ushered him into her car.

Wendy's good mood grew when her hubby practically bolted out of the car after she parked. They'd gone on strolls and picnics here well before he was back in pampers but Wendy didn't think he'd ever been happier at the park than he was that morning. She'd been relieved, he could still be self conscious in public. She'd been an early adopter of adult baby treatment in their area, so it had been a while before he got to see anyone else his age being treated like a big baby. Wendy didn't see any of that hesitancy now though. She let her husband run around at first, then she took him on a short walk before ushering him to the empty playground. His squeals of joy as he pumped his legs on the swing melted Wendy's heart.

She'd been reluctant to tell him that they would need to go soon, but she was still trying to keep to her schedule for the day and lunch time was coming up. "Come on baby, we need to get some nummies in you before you get cranky."

"Do we hafta go now though?" The wide eyed pleading look he gave her almost made her change her mind, not quite though.

"We've got yummy food at home baby, and we can always come back!" She probed between the snaps of his shortalls and onesie. "Ooh we got a wet diaper hun! Luckily it's not too wet and you've got these new thick diapies so you can go straight in your high chair when we get home."

He took her hand and they started walking toward the car. She felt him start to lag behind after a few paces and slow down until he wasn't moving at all. She turned to let him know that they were going home now no matter how slow he walked. He face was puckered and red, he was slowly squatting slightly and standing up, grunting every time he lowered himself. After a few repetitions he remained in his squat for a few moments than slowly stood up.

"It looks like somebody went poopy." Wendy bent down and sniffed his bottom. "Smells like it too! Did you go poopy in your diapie baby? Did you make a stinky diaper so we could stay at the park longer?"

Her husband had giggled and shook his head. "Nuh huh just hadda go," he said shyly.

Wendy had been so proud in that moment of her husband no longer hesitating at all filling his diaper in public. While not thrilled to delay returning home to change a dirty diaper she thought she'd at least be able to verify the park now had an adult changing table in the family restroom, or she'd get to do her first back seat poopy diaper change.

Back at the car she'd stared at the nearly empty diaper bag. She saw the wipes, the powder, the rash cream. She saw the extra rattle, the old bag of cheerios she should really throw away, but no diapers. She'd recounted going into the nursery, reaching under the changing table, and grabbing a stack of diapers. She'd taken them back to the front door, put them down next to the diaper bag...

Wendy smacked her forehead when she remembered turning around and saw her husband standing in the doorway looking so adorable. She'd taken out her phone to take a picture, then looked at the time, and in a hurry had snatched up the diaperless diaper bag and hustled them to the car.

She'd forced a smile on her face and turned to face her husband. "Change of plans baby! We're gonna go straight home and take care of your icky diaper!" He's not that poopy, she'd thought, and it's not like he usually minds anyways. She'd have rather avoided a car ride smelling a poopy diaper, but they were only 10 minutes from their house. So she'd helped him in the back, grimacing a bit when she heard his diaper squish against the seat.

When she heard the engine sputter when she turned to key, Wendy put her head on the steering wheel. A dead batter, she left her head there and turned the key a few more times.

Her husband's whimpers in the backseat had brought her back to reality. She turned to see him sniffling in the backseat. "It's ok baby, just a little car trouble. I'll get this sorted soon, don't you worry."

"P-po-poopy Mommy, gotta go poo poo." He whimpered around his thumb.

Wendy hurried getting him out of the backseat and as soon as she did he grimaced, squatted again with his butt sticking out far behind him, and noisily went about messing his diaper again. Wendy rubbed his back as she did, hoping his diaper would hold.

So here she was, a big baby husband in desparate need of a change, one dead car battery, and no diapers.

Ok, I can blame myself later for all this, what do I do now? She glanced back at her husband, whimpering now, clutching his stuffy, and wandering aimlessly around. She wanted to comfort him and let him suckle, but she didn't want to risk any other accidents in his diaper.

It was about 30 minutes to walk back to their house, far too long after he'd already tired himself out. Her mom was out of town. Their neighbor Mia who sometimes babysat was working today. She could call a car, but what driver would take an adult baby with a loaded diaper?

Suddenly Wendy spotted a car driving towards them and park. Two young women got out of the car and starting walking towards them. They both noticed Wendy and waived at her then one wrinkled her nose before spotting Wendy's husband, the women the ribbed her friend.

"Oh uh excuse me! Sorry to bother you two but I'm in a bit a bind," Wendy walked a bit towards the young women, guessing they were in or just out of college, she nodded to her husband. "We were just on our way home but I think I've got a dead battery, you don't happen to have jumper cables do you?"

The first women to notice them was covering her nose, while the other seemed to stunned to move. "I'm Wendy by the way, and this is Petey, my husband."

The women with her nose covered ribbed her friend again, "like your brother," she said and nodded toward Petey who seemed to be trying to shrink where he stood.

The ribbed women seemed to leave her stupor. "Right yeah, we can help. I'm Rachel, and this" she handed her friend her car keys, "is Maddie. Maddie go bring the car closer. I've got cables in the trunk."

Maddie waved her hand in front of her nose and hustled back to Rachel's car. Rachel crossed her arms and looked to Petey and Wendy.

"Thank you so much! I was wondering what I was going to do. I can't believe it but I forgot to pack spare diapers. See my husband is..."

"Yeah my brother is the same. His wife put him back in diapers full time a few months ago. I was telling Maddie I just started to babysit him."

Wendy nodded and looked back at her hubby Petey, now with his back to them, pretending to look at the grass and occasionally touching the seat of his droopy diaper. She couldn't help but smile.

"Ah the first few months of diapers can be tough. It gets easier, though there are still hiccups, like leaving the house without diapers!"

"Don't beat yourself up. It seems like a lot, My sister-i-law definitely had her hands full. Still I'm glad she did, someone should've put him back in diapers years ago." Both women laughed at that.

Maddie pulled the car next to Wendy's and the women went about attaching the jumper cables. Wendy was whispering into Petey's ear and rubbing his back when she heard Rachel cry out. "I've got one! I wasn't sure but one left!" Wendy looked up to see Rachel holding a large diaper in one hand.

"Oh my god, it's a miracle!" Wendy. She turned to her husband. "Petey baby this nice lady who's helping us also has a diaper. Say thank you baby."

"Fank you," her poor stinky husband looked down and the dirt.

Wendy quickly ushered Petey onto his back in the back seat. Wordlessly Rachel handed Wendy the diaper and got in the front seat while Maddie started Rachel's car.

Wendy opened up Petey's diaper and quickly got to work, grateful that she'd at least packed wipes. "God I can smell it from over here! Is your brother this bad?" She heard Maddie from the other car over the sound of the engine.

Wendy didn't pay her any mind, and luckily Petey was distracted again by his stuffy while she cleaned him up. She started to laugh, the day had felt like whiplash. Now here she was, cleaning up an extra dirty diaper, happier than she'd been all morning.

"Wuz funny mommy?" Petey looked down at her. "Oh nothing baby, mommy's just happy getting you all nice and clean!" She taped up the diaper and balled up his used one. "Be a big bou and help mommy throw your icky diapie away ok baby?"

Petey walked toward the nearest trash can and Wendy turned to the young women. "I'm sure it wasn't what you were expecting today but that you both so much!"

Rachel had out her phone, "Yeah, here's my number by the way, I should put you in touch with my sister-in-law, you can swap tips and have... playdates I guess."

Wendy put Rachel's number in her phone. "Plus she's an adult baby sitter now so if you want a break just call her!" Maddie smiled and Rachel rolled her eyes.

Petey walked back all smiles. Wendy thanks them again, buckled him in and got back in the front seat.

"Ok baby, let's go home and get you that lunch now!"

"Can we come back afta dat?"

Wendy laughed as she backed out of the spot. Maybe tomorrow, she thought, but I'm putting a pack of diapers in the trunk before we go anywhere else.

[stinky-in-pinky]

“Pleassh don’t go fuhckk him Mommy!!” *sniffles*

“Awww! Sweetie! I have to! You know Mommy can’t be satisfied by your wittle baby penis! Mommy needs a nice, big, strong dick to satisfy her! That’s what Daddy is for!"

"B-b-b-but..."

"No 'buts', Mister! This is what you wanted, remember? If you wanna wear diapers all the time and have me change you when you make poo poo's, you're going to have to get used to the fact that I don't find you sexy anymore. This was your decision! YOU chose poopy pampers over pussy!"

"I didn't know I w-was getting into I.." *sniffles* "I wahh I wahhsn't I wahh.."

"Awww don’t cry sweetheart! Mommy will be back to check on you in a couple hours! And you know what?! I’ll even bring you the leftovers in a wittle ba ba for you to drink! How’s that sound?!”

[stinky-in-pinky]

Non-Chalance

I'm staring at the ceiling again. I practically have the constellations of the popcorn plaster memorized now after 6 months of this.

“Your mom called while you were down for your nap...” She says as she tears the tapes of the diaper off. One, then the other, and the flap falls open. She barely even blinks, using the front of the diaper to scrape most of the mess down in one big swipe. “She’s still going on about that cruise.”

The package crinkles as she pulls out three wipes in quick succession. “I told her we'd think about it. But honestly, babe, I don’t know if I’m for it. Getting a passport is such a hassle these days, and those ships are gross.” She says as she wipes the shit off my creases with hardly even a wrinkle of her nose. She folds it over once, swipes again, then tosses it down into the open diaper and grabs some more.

With one hand, she grips both of my ankles and hoists my legs up. I feel so vulnerable and ashamed as my dirty crack is on display. But she doesn't hesitate, doesn't comment, just wipes me down front to back in one smooth motion between my cheeks like it's the most normal thing in the world. My sphincter twitches involuntarily at the sudden air and the wet drag. She doesn’t acknowledge it. She never does.

How does she not find it weird that she's wiping her 44-year old husband's ass? I want to disappear, I want the floor to swallow me. Even after all this time, I'm still so embarrassed and humiliated, but she couldn't be anymore non-chalant about it as her fingers dig the wipe over my butthole. She checks the cold fabric for a brown streak, folds it over, and does it again until it's clean.

“She asked how you were doing, of course.” Her voice stays light, conversational. “I told her you’re fine, no big changes. She sounded happy about that.”

My mother doesn't know that my wife keeps me in diapers 24/7. She doesn't know that call I someone else 'Mommy' now.

Ava lets my legs down, checking me over for any missed spots. Finally she takes one more fresh wipe and drapes it over my cage and balls. The wipe comes away sticky, ropes of constant pre-cum clinging to it. But once again she doesn't acknowledge or comment on it. It's just the norm now. Expected.

She drops the final wipe the dirty pile beneath me, and balls it all up inside the soiled diaper. Folding the tabs over to secure it tightly so it's a big round mound.

"I also called a plumber about the downstairs toilet." She continues casually as she sets the dirty diaper down next to us, and unfolds a fresh one, “Just because you don’t use it anymore doesn’t mean it can just sit there all backed up. He said he can probably make it out tomorrow."

A lump forms in my throat at that. A small part of me used the broken toilet as a reason why I had to use the diapers. Without that excuse, I was just left knowing it wasn't from lack of options, diapers were my only option no matter what.

She fluffs up the diaper as big as she can make it, then plants it down flat. "Can you lift up for me, hon?" she asks sweetly. Too sweetly. She slides it under my hips while she continues her one-way conversation. There's no talking while my pacifier's in.

“Taxes are coming up too," she says as she powders the area with cool, white clouds. Smoothing it in with the flat of her palm between my cheeks, over my balls, all with the detached efficiency of someone spreading sunscreen on a little one before the pool. No lingering. No teasing. Just matter-of-fact caretaking. "I’ve got most of the receipts and stuff pulled together already. Shouldn’t take long.”

Ava pulls the front of the diaper up snug. Another fresh little home for me to live in for the next several hours. She smooths it down, adjusts the fit, then grips one of the tapes. "“Oh, and Sandra texted too. She’s coming over Saturday afternoon. I told her we'd just be hanging around, doing the usual."

The implication hangs unspoken: I'll still be in diapers. Still dressed in whatever snap-crotch onesie or shortalls she picks out that morning. To Ava, none of this is taboo anymore. It's just Tuesday. Last time her best friend Sandra was over, Ava had me draped over her lap, latched to her breast, breastfeeding while the women discussed work drama. When Ava felt the warmth spreading between my legs and pressing against her thigh, she didn't even glance down or pause the story. She simply eased me down onto the living room floor, popped the snaps of my onesie open, and changed me right then and there while discussing the latest episode of Real Housewives. She even handed me a rattle afterwards to keep me 'entertained'.

And that’s the worst part.

If she laughed at me, if she smirked while taping me shut, if she yelled when I fussed, if she cooed exaggerated baby talk or spanked me for “being naughty,” if she ever turned vicious or cruel or even just triumphant: I could hate her for it. I could tell myself this is a game, a punishment, a malicious powerplay. I could cling to anger, to resentment, to the thin comfort of seeing her as the villain.

But she doesn’t. She’s gentle. She’s patient. She’s… kind.

It's incredibly disarming.

The last tape of the fresh diaper presses down firm, sealing me in with a final rip of adhesive. She pats the front once, twice, then grips my hands and helps pull me upright.

“They had a new flavor at the store today." She says, pulling out my pacifier, "Pureed Chicken and peas. Would you like to try that one, or stick with the carrot-squash?”

My nose turns upward at both options. "Carrot-squash."

"Good choice." She smiles, kissing me on the forehead, picking up the still-warm dirty diaper and placing it carefully in my hands. "Can you be a big helper and put this in the pail for me? I'm gonna go get your num-nums ready and warm you up a bottle."

She didn’t mock me. She didn’t pity me. She didn’t even acknowledge how absurd it all is.

She just continued the morning.

And somehow that made it worse. Because it means this isn’t temporary. It isn’t punishment.

It’s simply our life now.

~~Image Credit: Plastic Mommy~~

[canttitlethisbaby]

Baby wake up, you've got a dirty diaper and I need to change you. Shshsh, it OK honey, I'm not mad, I'm actually really happy. This means the new hypnosis files are working. I was worried you might've hit a plateau and weren't going to regress anymore but pooping your diaper in your sleep is a great sign.

Aw you don't want to go stay in a dirty diaper while you're sleeping? You don't mind staying in messy diapers when you're awake baby. I have to chase you down to get your icky bum cleaned, why is it different when it's sleepy time?

You haven't minded sleeping in a dirty diaper the last 30 minutes. I smelled your stinky diaper half an hour ago baby. I was debating if I should let you keep sleeping but you just pooped again. Now I'm worried you'll have a blow out so I woke you up to get you in a nice clean diaper.

Poor baby, you're having some big feelings about being a big baby again I see. Well let mommy get you all clean first. Then I think you've earned some boobie time and some cummies too, how does that sound? Aw, there's that sleepy smile I love.

After that, it's back to dream land for you baby and tomorrow we'll pick up some even bigger night time diapers for you.

[hypnocatabdl]

Smells like this lil one totally filled his pants last night 😷 💩

[bunnybottomplaytime]

[johnbee4]

“The poop dance”

Mommy always catches him making accidents his diapers, even when the little tyke is supposed to be napping. I definitely won’t be back from my date before the blowout happens 🤷‍♀️

[-super-baby-]

Uh oh!

[destinedfordiapers]

Summer Nights

Photo credit: DaddyIWantThis

Scattered clouds became the canvas for another spectacular summer sunset of fiery crimson and amber melting into delicate coral and indigo.

Somewhere just beyond the window, baby birds on the verge of their first flight chirp expectantly as their mother returns to feed them.

Beyond that, young fawns, foxes, and bear cubs venture ever further from the den, testing their instincts and the limits of their freedom that will one day gift them their independence.

Joyful shouts trickle in from neighborhood children playing in the street, enjoying the special freedom that only summer provides.

Beyond the window, summer means freedom and the first tentative steps towards independence and adulthood.

But only a few scattered rays of the sunset make it past the window blinds, as if it were standing in defiance of summer itself and rejecting the fledgling independence of the person sleeping in the nursery it protects.

Mommy and Daddy lean against the rails of your crib, watching your Barney pacifier bob in between your little snores. Your blanket lies in a crumpled pile at your feet, kicked off as you slept.

Not long ago, summer nights like this meant barbeques, parties, and long nights enjoying the freedoms of a successful young adult, never imagining how fleeting that independence would prove to be.

“I think he pooped,” Daddy whispered.

Neither Mommy nor Daddy harbored any doubt that you were sleeping in a poopy diaper. Not when the smell of your mess, mixed with the copious sprinkling of baby powder Mommy always used, engulfed the room.

Not when they could see the brown stain on the seat of your white diaper adorned with the Barney sticker Mommy loved so much.

Not when they could see you—the formerly independent, competent adult—sleeping in a crib in nothing but an overworked diaper and matching Barney pacifier.

Mommy frantically squeezed Daddy’s hand to keep herself from squealing in joy.

She didn’t want to wake her baby up.

Not yet.

Over the past year, Mommy came to cherish these intimate evening moments most of all. Her nightly ritual of checking on her baby as the sun set.

She celebrated every milestone along the way as your resistance crumbled and adulthood slipped away from your grasping hands.

First, it was the pure joy of finally finding you fast asleep before the sun finished setting, which soon became the norm. Mommy hung the framed picture from that night above your changing table.

Then, a few weeks later, she found you sleeping with your pacifier for the first time. She celebrated that, too.

But not as much as the night she checked your diaper and discovered it was soggy, something you resisted fiercely. By the end of the month, you were having daytime accidents, too.

Sure, there were other important milestones celebrated outside of these nighttime checks. There was the “family bonfire,” when you sat on Mommy’s lap as Daddy burned all your big boy clothes.

He even wiped the tears from your cheeks when your entire suit collection—the last remaining remnant of your professional life—was unceremoniously tossed into the flames.

Still, nothing compared to this nightly ritual in Mommy’s eyes.

Mommy understood the truth. The privileges of adulthood she stripped away during the day were the result of her active involvement. She knew you were far too pathetic to put up a fight and actually resist her commands in person.

But at night?

The nighttime milestones proved that Mommy and Daddy’s efforts were reaching your subconscious—that, deep down, you were beginning to accept your new role in life.

You were becoming the baby you were destined to become.

Tonight was perhaps the biggest milestone yet. Even as your daytime tinkle control faded into memory, you fought tooth and nail to control your stinkies, knowing it was the last vestige of adulthood you still possessed.

Which is how Mommy knew this wasn’t an act.

You would never willingly poop yourself in a crib you were confined to, unable to leave. And especially not when you were supposed to be sleeping—you hated the icky feeling of mush between your cheeks.

But here you are.

Blissfully unaware your own body betrayed you in the most infantile manner conceivable, sleeping like a baby in a profoundly poopy diaper.

Daddy deftly lowered the bars of your crib and squished your diaper.

“Yep. He pooped.”

“Can you turn on the light, babe? He’s so stinking cute; I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t get a picture.”

“Won’t that wake him up?”

Mommy smiles. “Babe, look at him. He’s fast asleep in a poopy diaper. The poor baby whines and begs for a diaper change as soon as he poops. No, he’s not going to wake up.”

Sure enough, Mommy was right.

For the next ten minutes, you model for a photoshoot you didn’t know was happening.

Satisfied with the pictures, Mommy turns off the light, then sits on the ledge of your crib, gently tickling your tummy, watching you slowly stir back awake.

“Hi, baby, Mommy didn’t want to wake you when you were sleeping so peacefully but…” she says, trailing off.

You groggily open your eyes. Mommy’s comforting smile looms over you. Daddy is standing behind her, hands on her shoulders.

“Wha-wha buh sweeepy,” you mumble incomprehensibly.

“I know, baby boy. But Mommy can’t let her precious angel sleep in a poopy diapie, can she? Nuh uh, Mommy would never.”

Still fighting off sleep, you stare up at Mommy and Daddy, wondering why they woke you up.

“Can you be a big boy and walk or do you need Daddy to carry you?”

Another sensation comes into focus. Something cold. Icky. Smelly. You wiggle your bum, confused. Unwilling to believe the cause of it.

Mommy giggles at adorable diaper crinkles it makes—and the unrelentingly cute face you make realizing the unmistakable truth of your situation: you pooped your diaper.

“Ohhh, honey, it’s okay! It’s just a poopy diapie, Mommy isn’t upset, I promise!”

Tears well in your eyes. You hate the feeling of your cold, stinky diaper. You hate the way Mommy baby-talks you like you're some stupid baby. You hate the way Daddy smiles at you while rubbing Mommy’s back.

But more than anything, you want out of this diaper.

Tired and frustrated, you kick your legs against your mattress.

“Can you carry him, babe?” Mommy asks calmly.

“Sure,” Daddy replies, reaching down and scooping you up.

“NOOOOO!” you squeal through your binky.

“It’s okay, buddy. Daddy’s got you. You’re okay.”

No matter how much you squirm and fight, Daddy is too strong. Months of inactivity and baby food have weakened your muscles, unlike Daddy's toned arms.

“NOOOOOO!!!” you whine even louder than before as Daddy lowers you onto the table and you feel your mess squish even more. Tears fall freely off your cheeks now.

“No no no no! Nooo!!!”

“Baby, Mommy needs you to stop squirming so she can change your didi.”

“Nuuuuuuuuu, duh wannaa!” you whimper, still kicking.

You don’t know why your diaper is poopy. You don’t know why you’re crying. All you know is it feels good to kick and fuss.

Mommy sighs, grabbing your legs with one hand. “I know, I know,” she coos, “Mommy’s poor, poopy baby.”

With her other hand, Mommy expertly rips off the tabs of your diaper, barely struggling with your squirming and kicking.

Cold air assaults your private parts, making you somehow feel even worse.

“M-Mommyyy c-cold!”

Mommy tickles your tummy. “Mommy knows, pumpkin. If you stop squirming, Mommy can get you a nice warm didi even faster, okay? Can you be Mommy’s big boy?”

A snot bubble pops in your nose. “M-mhm…” you mutter, defeated and just wanting Mommy to make everything better.

“Can you warm these up, babe?” Mommy asks, shoving a handful of wipes into Daddy’s hands.

“Sure thing. Warm wipes coming up!” Daddy says, smiling at you as Mommy wipes the snot from your nose.

Mommy uses the front of your diaper to clean up most of your mess before lifting your legs and sliding the diaper off you. She balls up the diaper and tosses it into your diaper pail as Daddy finishes warming your wipes.

“Thanks, hun.”

Mommy takes the wipes and gets to work. Daddy makes silly faces at you.

You giggle at the silliness of Daddy’s faces.

A genuine laugh that even surprises Daddy.

By the time Mommy finishes changing your diaper, you've forgotten all about your poopy diaper tantrum.

Mommy blows a series of raspberries on your tummy, forcing you to squirm in laughter.

“Hehehehe Mommyyyyy!”

Daddy crinkles your new, fresh diaper. “Feeling better, tiger?”

You nod with a smile.

“There’s my good boy!” Mommy says proudly.

Without warning Daddy scoops you up and carries you back to your crib. You’re about to complain about being sent back to bed when you hear Mommy’s voice.

“One sec, babe. Let me sit down first.”

Daddy stops so Mommy can sit against the rails of your crib. Once comfortable, she starts adjusting her shirt.

“C’mere, stinker,” Mommy coos as Daddy places you on Mommy’s lap.

You look at Mommy, confused. She never sits in your crib like this.

“Wha-wha doin’ Mommy?”

And why is she taking off her bra?

Utterly bewildered at seeing Mommy’s boobs for the first time in over a year, you look at Daddy, as if seeking reassurance that it’s okay to look at your wife’s boobs.

“Go on, squirt,” Daddy says with a smile, removing your pacifier. “I’ll give you two some privacy.” He turns off the light and headed out the door.

Before you can ask a follow-up question, Mommy’s hand pulls you into her chest, her nipple tickling your lips.

Instinctively, you open your mouth and latch on. Warm milk trickles into your mouth. You try to pull away.

“Hush little one. Just suckle like a good baby,” Mommy assures you, forcing your head back to latch.

You suckle, letting Mommy’s milk fill your mouth. It tastes…good.

It tastes like home. Safety. Comfort.

Mommy hums “Hush, Little Baby,” fighting off tears of joy as your eyes grow heavier and heavier, knowing you’re no longer her husband. You’re no longer an adult.

She finally got everything she wanted.

Perhaps tomorrow you’ll think about the implications of your poopy diaper and the warm milk filling your tummy. Maybe you’ll understand there is no going back.

But for now there is nothing beyond this moment.

Mommy’s gentle humming, the warmth of her breast against you. The feeling of satisfaction as your tummy fills up.

Not even the gentle crinkles as Mommy pats your diaper can break the spell.

The truth is, summer nights will never be defined by freedom again. Not for you. You’re not like the baby birds chirping outside your window or the bear cub learning to hunt salmon.

By the end of summer, they’ll have a level of independence you’ll never have again.

Unlike them, you’ll never outgrow your Mommy. You’ll never regain your independence.

You’re Mommy’s baby, forever.

[jacethee1993]

Hiding because the truth stinks!

[tobias-north-dl]

Whenever little Toby gets too quite i can usually find him in one of two places. either up to no good or somewhere private crouched over grunting as a funky smell starts to fill the room. 💩🤭

[littledreambunny]

Stinky Street

The living room glowed with soft morning sunlight filtering through the curtains.

She sat cross-legged on the fluffy rug right in front of the television, wearing her favorite Sesame Street pajamas. The long-sleeve shirt had a big smiling Elmo on the front, and the cozy bottoms were covered in the colourful characters.

The soft fabric was comfy and babyish, and the pj bottoms did nothing to hide the obvious padded bulk of her diaper underneath.

Her eyes were wide and sparkling as she watched Sesame Street. Big Bird was teaching Elmo and Abby Cadabby how to share toys in the most cheerful way possible. The bright colors and happy music filled the room.

She suckled steadily on her warm morning baba, the sweet milk tasting so comforting as she rocked gently side to side. The bottle was almost empty.

Every now and then she let out a tiny, contented hum around the nipple, completely lost in the bright puppets and silly songs.

Elmo’s so silly today, and Big Bird’s feathers look extra fluffy. Everything feels so nice and warm and safe… she thought dreamily.

In the background, Daddy hummed while washing dishes after breakfast. The clink of plates and running water mixed softly with the cartoon music.

She barely noticed. She was too busy finishing her baba, too happy sitting right here in her favourite little spot with her blankie draped over her lap.

With one last big suckle, the bottle emptied. She set it down carefully beside her and popped her paci into her mouth instead, clutching her blankie tighter against her chest. The soft fabric brushed her cheek as she bounced lightly to the next song, eyes never leaving the screen.

A funny, warm pressure started growing in her tummy.

She shifted a little, but her eyes never left the screen.

Elmo was laughing now, and Abby was flying around with sparkles. It made her giggle behind her paci.

But that familiar pressure only stayed there in her tummy, threatening to interrupt her Sunday morning cartoons.

Nooo… not now, she thought, cheeks already tingling with a faint blush. I don’t wanna stop watching…I can just stay right here.

She ignored it, bouncing gently on her knees as Elmo and Abby sang. The pressure grew stronger, but she was too deep in her floaty headspace to care.

A tiny toot slipped out. Then another. She barely noticed, content in her carefree bubble.

Daddy walked in from the kitchen, drying his hands on a dish towel. He slipped on his glasses, sat down on the couch with his tablet, and smiled softly when he saw his baby girl.

Just the sight of her paci bobbing steadily, blankie clutched tight, and being completely mesmerised by the bright noisy characters made his heart melt.

“Is your tummy all full now from breakfast and your baba, princess?” he asked warmly, his voice full of gentle affection.

“Uh huh, Dada…” she mumbled around her paci, eyes still glued to the screen, not even turning her head.

Daddy opened his tablet and started reading the morning news, but he kept glancing over at her with that knowing little smile.

He already knew exactly what was coming. His baby always made her morning stinkies after breakfast.

It was her body’s sweet, predictable routine, and he loved every part of taking care of it.

She kept bouncing happily on her knees as the characters sang even louder and more joyfully. The pressure in her tummy grew stronger and more urgent, but it still felt distant and unimportant, like background noise in her perfect little headspace.

Another toot escaped and this one was louder but surprisingly she didn’t even register it.

Then, without any conscious thought, her body took over completely.

She subconsciously shifted forward onto her knees in that classic toddler pose, bottom slightly raised, back arched just a little, legs spread for balance.

She didn’t even realise she was doing it.

Her eyes stayed locked on the bright, colourful screen as Elmo and his friends started a lively new dance song about friendship.

She suckled harder on her paci, clutched her blankie a little tighter against her chest, and pushed ever so slightly.

A warm, mushy fullness slowly began to fill the back of her diaper. The soft, heavy load came out with almost no effort at all, it was warm and thick and smooth, spreading gently and steadily against her skin in that unmistakable squishy way.

It kept coming, filling the seat of her diaper more and more until the padding felt noticeably heavier and warmer, the mess pressing softly in all the squishiest, most intimate places.

Her tummy finally felt so much lighter and better, but her diaper felt so much fuller now, the warm mush cradling her in a way that was both embarrassing and strangely comforting.

Still facing the TV and deep in her happy little world, she relaxed completely and sat back down cross-legged without thinking. The mess squished noticeably underneath her, warm and mushy, spreading even more as she settled into her soaked nightime diaper.

She let out a tiny, contented sigh around her paci and kept watching, completely unbothered, her eyes sparkling with delight as Elmo and friends danced across the screen.

Feels better now, she thought feeling relieved and still in a daze.

Daddy watched the whole thing unfold from the couch. He saw the bouncing, heard the little toots, and noticed the exact moment she filled her diaper. He cringed slightly at the thought of the cleanup, but his smile stayed soft and loving. His baby looked so peaceful sitting there in her messy diaper, completely lost in her cartoons, paci bobbing happily.

He set his tablet down and approached quietly, crouching down behind her.

“Hey baby girl,” he said casually. “Do you smell something funny?”

She didn’t answer, still staring at the screen.

He tried again, gently tugging the back of her Sesame Street pj bottoms. “Princess, I asked if you can smell anything funny… because I certainly can.”

She finally turned around, paci still in her mouth, and gave him a sweet, innocent smile. “I can smell something funny, Dada. Did you toot?”

Daddy’s eyebrows rose in amusement as he let out a low chuckle and shook his head in disbelief. “No little one, that wasn’t me”.

Deciding not to humour her today and risk his princess getting a diaper rash, he wasted no time revealing exactly where the funny smell was coming from.

He gently lifted her to her feet and spun her around, pulling back the waistband of her pj bottoms and diaper to check the mess.

“Oh honey,” he said, voice warm with loving tease. “That’s one very messy didi. You sure did make a big stinky for Daddy, didn’t you? Look at all that mushy surprise you left for me in your cute little Sesame Street pants.”

She froze. The realisation hit her like a tidal wave. The warm mush, the heavy weight, the fact that she had just happily sat in it while watching cartoons.

Her cheeks burned bright red. She covered her face with both hands, mortified, squirming in place as the mess shifted again.

Daddy gently pulled her hands away and looked her right in the eyes, determined to make her cheeks turn that pretty shade of pink.

“Baby girl, when Daddy asks you a question, I expect an answer. Now… are you Dada’s little stinker? Hmm?”

She squirmed harder, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. Her voice came out tiny and shy.

“Y-yes…”

Daddy chuckled softly and tilted her chin up.

“Yes what, princess?”

She pouted, cheeks flaming hotter than ever.

“Yes… I’m Dada’s little stinker.”

“That’s right,” he praised warmly, pulling her into a big hug and rocking her gently. “You’re Dada’s sweet little stinker who made a big messy stinky in her diaper. I’m so proud of you for telling me like a good girl.”

She hid her burning face in his chest, but a tiny, shy smile appeared anyway. Daddy’s praise always made the embarrassment feel a little warmer, even as the heavy, squishy mess reminded her exactly what she’d done.

He scooped her up effortlessly into his arms, cooing softly as he carried her upstairs. “Now that you’ve told Daddy about your dirty diaper like a good girl, how about we go get that messy butt all clean and into a fresh diapie, princess?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded, still blushing furiously as he carried her, fussing over her with gentle kisses and whispers the whole way.

[enegmaticallygothic]

The control

All characters are 18+

“Almost there sweetie”,mommy beamed from the front seat.my insides churned as the sickly muck inside me was pleading to come out.how much longer could it possibly be to get home,I thought. Mommy gave a cheerful smile in the rear view mirror to her baby boy,but it descended into an evil smirk.her baby boy didn’t know the plan was working perfectly,she had made a bet with her other mommy friends.The Bet was to make her little boy produce the messiest diaper he’s ever made.

this of course was not known to her little boy who was being fed as many lies as he was greasy fast food combos.his belly was taught with large combos his mommy insisted on him having to “keep his energy up”.conveniently ,she had also “forgotten” to pack any spare diapers for the day leaving him in a severely wet diaper.a diaper so full it was leaking at the sides, she would apologize and dab the sides of his legs with a baby wipe to keep him a little more comfortable.

the last 5 hours were followed with driving,playing,shopping,feeding,burping, and napping.”m-mommmyyyy… please when are we gonna be home ,I have to pottyyy..” he whined from the backseat.”oh my sweet pumpkin we’re almost there we just need to stop by the post office first.” He could feel the cold sweat drip onto his face,he was clenching the fabric of his car seat for any relief he could find.the cramps only seemed to build higher.”you know honey,you haven’t pooped yet today maybe you’re just constipated or gassy you probably just need to fart. He didn’t feel the need to fart out of fear he might open up the flood gates.

his mommy’s hand reached into the backseat to rub his tummy,kneading and rolling his outstretched belly.”Mommy please!” He cried pushing her hand away.”baby just try to fart I promise you’ll feel better you won’t be so cramped.” He didn’t want her hand to come back so he started pushing ,only a little at first but the cramps started to become a little better.

all until his mommy stopped at the post office to go inside.she left the car running and left him in the back with the doors locked.15 minutes passed and there was no sign of mommy.his stomach cramps were getting bad again so he tried passing some gas to relieve the pressure again.he pushed lightly,nothing,he braced himself to push a little harder.he sat up to push a little more but gave it all his might. the gas escaped but gave way to a thick slurry of soft serve like poop filled up his seat.his face became red as he gave up trying to hold it,still lifting himself off the seat he could feel the back of his diaper fill to meet the space he was creating.sitting down was a hard option but he couldn’t hang on to the handle any longer he let himself back down.the stinky mess pushed itself out and around his overalls with no problem.he reached forward to grab the baby wipes and started to clean up the sides of his legs he could see covered with poopy.

his mommy came back and flung herself into the drivers seat,throwing the packages into the passenger.”baby you would not believe what they made me do to get these packages I had to wait in line for almost 30 min—“she sniffed the air with a surprised look on her face.”baby did you—,what are you doing honey.?”,she asked confused.”I’m cleaning myself up mommy.” she looked down at him with no expression as she squished her hand into his sopping diaper.

“Thats mommy’s good boy”,she said evilly with a small smirk. She chided him and pet his legs as she drove to the various houses of her friends on the bet list,letting her baby boy stew in his massively full diaper to his own displeasure.she fastened a pacifier in between his lips.”Thats my baby”,she boasted.”mommy’s sweetie always has trouble keeping his pants clean.”

[johnbee4]

“The poop dance”

Mommy always catches him making accidents his diapers, even when the little tyke is supposed to be napping. I definitely won’t be back from my date before the blowout happens 🤷‍♀️

[leosparkle2]

As the bottle empties into me, my Pampers fills up for everyone to see 🍼