Cinnamon in Diapers

Hello, my name is Cinnamon, Minnie for short, she/her, 20s. Just here to have fun playing around with abdl and omorashi. This is an 18+ only blog. minors DNI

[puppygirlcooties]

locked in a diaper with a bunch of magic wetness indicators tied to your grownup-ness. things like motor skills, problem solving, emotion regulation... all disappear when the indicator does. hope you can hold it all in while you look for the key!

[cinnamondiapered]

I love fashion. I got a onesie recently that looks so good, and soo cute, and I feel like I am in the torment nexus over the fact that I cannot just wear it out to places and have other people see how good I look in it! Why can't I wear my kinky fashion as fashion!? Not even to the club?!?

[river-of-amber]

Breakdown

A fictional story of a messing accident in first person. CW: desperation, loss of control, public embarrassment, messing, scat, bodily functions

I was leaning against Linnéa's car. It had broken down, and we were waiting for her cousin to come pick us up.

The view of the farmlands around us would have been pretty great if I was able to pay attention. I really wasn't.

My gut was screaming at me. I needed to shit so damn badly. I was genuinely considering just stepping out to the side of the road, pulling down my pants and squatting there... But no. Cars were passing all the time, and I still hoped we could get home in time. It would be less than a 10-minute drive from where we were until I was home. As soon as the cousin could get here.

I was leaning against her car. The way I stood wasn't cool, suave, or relaxed. I was squirming, standing there with my head buried in my arms, facing the side of the car slightly hunched over. Standing up straight was out of the question. My legs were pressed tightly enough together that I thought I would grind through the fabric, or set it on fire or something. My feet refused to stay still, but at the same time walking felt impossible too.

Most of the time in the car it had been okay. I mean, I still needed to poop badly, but most of the time it was just a distraction. But in the half hour since the car stopped the cramps had come. They were a different matter. Every now and then, every minute maybe—or perhaps every ten seconds, I was too desperate to really keep track of time at this point—a new cramp would twist my stomach, and the pressure against the inside of my asshole would magnify. And when the cramps came, I had to fight hard not to squat down. I had made that mistake early on, and was now fighting to keep standing.

In between cramps, I almost felt like I could relax, let my tired muscles rest, but I found that even a moment without clenched muscles meant a new cramp started. I had been lured into that twice already. All I could do during the cramps was to try to resist squatting, press my ass cheeks together and pray that I was strong enough. I had been so far.

Linnéa could tell how desperate I was, and I think it made her uncomfortable. She hadn't said anything about it and she pretended not to see me. She said something about how her cousin would be here soon. I wasn't really listening.

A new cramp had struck, and to my horror, I felt my asshole begin to give way. I felt the shit forcing its way out. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening! I squeezed for all I was worth, focused all I had on it. The seductive urge to let go was almost overwhelming, but I couldn't do that! So clenching my butt cheeks, one hand pressed against my rear, I tried my absolute hardest to hold it. 

And... I did.

I managed to force the turtlehead back in, and I held on for the rest of the cramp. I stood there, panting, my legs quivering, the relief of having made it through that cramp fading as the realization hit that my sphincter was exhausted. I was exhausted. I didn't think I would be able to handle the—

Oh god, the next cramp was coming already. I felt the pressure build against my asshole again, and just like a few moments ago, I felt the hole begin to dilate. The reflex was simply too strong; despite what I wanted, my legs bent and spread as I half-squatted where I stood, and against my will, my body pushed. I whimpered—whined really—as I felt the log force its way past my pressed-together butt cheeks. Sticky and... so warm. Way warmer than I had expected. It just felt wrong.

I can't believe that even at that point, I was deluding myself that I wasn't shitting my pants, but when I felt the strange sensations of my panties tugging at me, as they were being stretched out from within, then I knew, then I had to admit to myself; I was pooping my pants in front of my best friend. Just as I had thought this, the log cut off with an ugly sound, and smushed itself into my panties as it settled just under my ass, but my body wasn't done.

A second push followed immediately on the first, going smoother now that the first one had cleared the way. It strained against the tight cloth and began to spread. I just gave up at that point and... just let it happen. The relief from that was a horrible feeling. But it was relief. The shit filled the seat of my pants with a horrible sticky sound, but by now I was just too worn out to care; all that filled my head now was the knowledge that I no longer needed to hold it.

Eventually, probably just a couple of minutes later, but I honestly couldn't tell, it stopped, but it felt almost as if it wasn't because I was done pooping, but instead because my pants were just so full that there was no more space for waste in them. Oh god, even a small movement caused the whole mass to shift. How could it feel so heavy?

My mind just felt empty. I had just... done that. In my pants. I almost didn't believe it. But I had, hadn't I? Ugh... it was already cooling. That was even worse than the warmth.

I heard Linnéa coming a little closer—she must've stepped back when I was... busy. I hadn't noticed—before she stammered out, with a hesitant voice, that the car was almost here. And then she asked it;

"Are you alright?"

And I just broke down sobbing.

[misterhnh]

I'm sorry but Post-Potty is one of the funniest things I've ever seen. Hello YouTube today we're going to be talking about the how we need to be moving towards a Post-Potty society.

[little-victim-lulu]

Post-Pottyism vs Neo-Pottyism vs New Wave Pottyism... I can keep going but I won't...

[linkspussy]

Take my pee quiz I promise it's awesome

Silly pee pee quiz for peeverts (18+)

[slowwet]

desperate, embarrassing public messing that ends w your fav half-squatting and trying to hold back moans and tears as they lose complete control of their bowels and load their pants with log after log of shit.  squeaky farts escaping around the turd adding insult to injury but they just can’t stop.

but also your fav just being completely unashamed of shitting themselves in public, not even trying to hold it as they spread their legs a little bit while waiting in line and grunting/straining loudly as they push huge, roping coils of shit into their pants.  people are looking but they dont care.  their belly spasms, working hard to rid themselves of their burden while they fart noisily.  finally finished, all that straining causes their bladder to relieve it self.  It spreads wet across their crotch but the sudden flood of liquid gushes through their pants and splatters all over the floor while they sigh with relief.

[boringkate]

You'd think that getting a concussion would be bimbofication, but actually it's ageplay. Limited screen time? Puzzles??? COLOURING BOOKS???

[fartresskathy]

I'm so bad at writing full stories these days, but came up with a snippet. Context is a hypno-ray that makes men soil themselves, you can fill in the blanks!

The banker squirmed. His grip tightened around the rail. Though he snorted and guffawed his way through the call, his voice was thinning out, getting higher and more frantic, and a few pathetic whimpers slipped through his reserve. 

His farts got wetter; louder. I imagined his pristine white briefs becoming slippery and brown, coating his perfect, pampered hole with sticky juice. His fat ass wobbled as he edged up to the wall. A coin-sized damp spot appeared on his crotch. Poor baby. He must be so frightened. He looked pale now, his lower lip was wobbling frantically; after every second fart he’d leap up, startled, and let out a little gasp. 

—

The dam had broken. The banker’s tailored trousers ballooned outwards, filling with a soft and smelly semi-liquid mush; a poop of sickness, uncontrollable, worse than a healthy coil of turd. 

He started to cry, holding his bottom with both hands. The sound was helpless, childish; a broken wail peppered with needy sobs. The man on the phone to him was laughing. 

“Please, make it stop… please don’t look,” he lisped, stumbling through the words, “It won’t stop… why won’t it stop?” 

“Oh no, no….” His hands scrambled to his belt but it was too late, and there was nowhere safe to release anyway. The front of his pants darkened by two shades. Hot pee dribbled down his legs, into his socks, and puddled at his shoes. I’d only made him shit himself. The piss was his own contribution, probably fear, or perhaps a weak and overburdened bladder.

[nisha-xx]

One of my biggest fantasies is to have someone force me to pee myself then use that as a reason to punish me.

I want them to lock my belt over my jeans. Making sure there is absolutely no way I could possibly pull them down. Feed me too many drinks and be mean to me about how much I’m squirming. Be so condescending about it. “Baby, why are you wiggling so much? Oh you have to pee? Someone your age should be able to hold it. Now sit still.”

I’ll hold on as long as possible before I have a genuine accident. My body will make the decision for me, even if I was still trying to be good and hold. I want them to laugh in my face. Let me know that “if I want to act like a baby, they will treat me like one.”

Force me into a diaper as I cry and protest that it’s not fair. That they caused me to have an accident. Make me finally admit to it in the most embarrassing way possible that I chose to pee myself because I like it. Make me wear the diaper for the rest of the day, constantly feeding me water still and mocking me. My bladder would already be so weak from my earlier accident that I would have another one in my diaper. Make fun of me for that and use it as proof that I really am just a stupid slut who needs someone to control her. Make me admit that I’m your toy and can’t even control when and where I go pee.

[sirsimic]

the best thing is when someone needs to go both 1 AND 2, and getting so desperate their body decides they can only hold in one at a time, not both, they try to hold their poop, and their pee is dribbling out, they try to hold their pee, and now they're turtle heading, they can either pour all their attention into keeping one exit shut, and accept that the other will be uncontrollably releasing into their pants, or try their best to alternate between the two and just slowly have an accident

or secret third option, give in entirely and let it all loose

Yesss, that's so good. Combined desperation is the best. Maybe they get to a spot where they're able to pee, or they find a bottle or something to pee into, but the act of relaxing enough to pee brings them dangerously close to pooping as well so they have to slowly and agonizingly let out tiny spurts to avoid messing themselves.

[twinkleomorashi]

Taken from Twitter user @/spiralhighs!! I thought a lot of yall would wanna see :)

[little-lady-doeheart]

I really want to learn the limits of what I can handle, what I can take. What kind of pain or discomfort or torture will unmake me, undo my stubbornness and dignity. Where is the line at which I cease to have any pride and begin to sincerely and desperately beg? Where is the point where I will sacrifice all self-respect just to make it stop?

[piss-love-and-understanding]

me: what fantasy shall i jerk off to tonight?

my imagination:

[rosesinlace]

i love being followed by non-omo blogs. i see you, sweethearts. i hope you think of my posts the next time you take a sip of something cold and it goes right to your bladder, or when you’ve waited a little too long to excuse yourself to the restroom. 😘

[joeyridersgutter]

“But that’s embarrassing—“

“Then embarrass yourself for me.”

[klanggang]

Good girls embarrass themselves for my pleasure & praise

[fairiesthesecond]

peeing while on time out because you wanted to be good and stay sitting quietly but really really needed to go

[cinnamondiapered]

sometimes you're horny and want to jack off to your fetish, and sometimes, you want to experience the intimacy of relinquishing control to someone you trust (kinky style).