Fat. Dirty. Stinky.

18+, fat men, socks/feet, diapers/wetting/messing, stories & reblogs.

[dirtypiggdad]

You’ve heard of Big Diaper Friday, but what about Soggy Saturday?

[dirtypiggdad]

He didn’t mean to, but… he didn’t mind it either. The surprise traffic jam caught him unaware. He had not planned on a one-hour delay that was near standstill.

The pressure in his bladder was strong, and the cars were not moving. Something happened, and there was no exit in sight.

He couldn’t get out and run for the side of the road. There’s no place that had any cover. He fidgeted intensely as his bladder tightened and sent a dribble of urine down into his underwear.

He didn’t want to get the seat wet, how would he explain that?? As the urgency intensified, he clenched his groin the way a little kid would and began tapping his feet furiously on the floorboard. Five more minutes passed and the pain was stabbing. Flares of muscle spasms shot down his legs as he bounced up and down in his seat. The cars were stopped dead.

Finally, his brain took over and made the choice for him. He unbuckled his seatbelt but his arm got caught! He thrashed and turned desperately and finally stumbled out of his car. Again he rapidly scanned the side of the road looking for some place, any place with even a little privacy, but there was nothing to be seen.

He dashed towards the side anyway, not caring anymore. From the shoulder, a siren sounded at ear-splitting volume as a police cruiser navigated the shoulder of the road! The fright broke his last resolve. As he jumped back out of the way, he was vaguely aware of a warm sensation covering his cock and balls and then spilling like a river down his legs.

Resigned, and with nowhere to hide, he squatted down in front of his car and let the rest go. The rapid patter of his piss sounded like a miniature rainstorm. He could hear it over the sound of traffic and the din of rush hour. As he stood up, the remainder of what was trapped in his lap fell down into his socks and shoes. Face turning purple with shame, he walked back to the driver’s side of his car. The passing lane was moving slowly now, and much to his chagrin, a school bus was crawling past him. Children pointed and laughed. The drivers trapped behind him leaned on their horns. “Come on, pissy pants, move it!” And “Hey, I didn’t know they gave drivers licenses to babies!” Other drivers tooted their horns and gave him a sarcastic thumbs up.

Utterly humiliated, he got in his car, and drove home, grateful that at least he did not have to pee anymore.

[dirtypiggdad]

Diaper me and use your socks as a pacifier.

[dirtypiggdad]

Randy slid into me easily. After all, he fucks me every morning before he changes my diaper. His belly rested on my balls, which had a fresh coat of my overnight shit. I could see the mess sliding up further onto his gut, which was noticeably fatter these days,  as he thrust into me. He held my legs in the air by my ankles. Using long strokes, pulling almost out of me entirely before pushing back in, over and over. His prodding pushing my prostate into my aching bladder. Pee started to dribble out of me with each poke, and soon it was flowing free, drenching both of our chests. Randy dipped his face into my stream and smiled at me devilishly.

What had I done to him?

A year and a half had gone by and his wife had not returned. She kept the kids and flied for divorce. It was nothing Randy had done, she had met someone else and fallen for her. All this time, he had never known his wife was bisexual… but he never figured that he was either. Randy fell apart in the weeks to follow. I helped build him back up.

Naturally he felt guilty because of his new love of messy fatdudesex, but over time he became more comfortable with it. I moved in with him when he was at his worst so he got used to my adult baby life. He eventually joined in, playing Daddy on occasion. He was good at it. Great at it. He let go and allowed himself to gain weight, he was pushing 400 pounds.

One night he came home from work. His shorts were soaked in front. He looked at me and just unloaded his guts. The smell was instantly thick and gobs of warm, brown shit slowly fell down his meaty legs. He sat down next to me on the couch, mess and all.

I looked up at him, surprised. It had been months since our last sexual encounter. He just opened his fly and pulled out his piss-wet rod and looked at me. I was on it in a flash, sucking him for all I was worth as he squirmed in his mess and spunked in my mouth. We slept on that couch that night. He in his shitty shorts and me in my wet diaper. The next day we moved into the same bedroom.

Things went back to where they were, more or less. Randy began giving me his dirty, reeking socks and we resumed our messy games. At his request we even had Big Barry come over for some fun. Barry was a pretty hardcore top and Randy wanted to try bottoming, so I got to watch as Barry fucked Randy’s hole in our bed while shitting all over the place. Watching Barry’s enormous fat ass expel four pounds of explosive soft waste as he fucked my friend was intense. I was in Little Mode so I sat there in my own shit-filled diaper, my cock locked in a chastity cage and buried in my own feces babbling nonsensically like a dumb little toddler, inside a locked crib… was too much anyway. I made stickies without ever touching myself, and Randy then fucked me on the messy bed, with me belly-down in Barry’s filth.

Back to the present, my reminiscing ended as Randy had paused. He was now pissing inside of me. He sometimes did that before he put a fresh diaper on me. He forced me to hold it while he cleaned me up and put me in a clean Dry 24/7. Before he taped up the front, he squatted over me and pushed out five thick, creamy, steaming logs all over my balls and cock. He then moved up and fucked my face, trailing a line of shit up my torso and cumming down my throat. Then he wrapped me up in the diaper, put me in plastic pants and a onesie, and sat me in front of the TV.

“Daddy Sock-Sock, tay!”. I realize it came from my mouth. I was holding my arms up to him.

He hugged me and sat me down on the couch and put cartoons on, then put my paci in my mouth.

“It’s okay little guy, I’ll be back in a bit. Daddy Sock-Sock has to work, but your Uncle Stinky Steve will be here soon.”

I smiled and let his piss flow out of my ass as I cooed in delight. Uncle Stinky Steve was going to have lots of brown stuff for me to play in, he always did!!

[dirtypiggdad]

Did he just… I mean really? Wow! I’d love to take him home and clean him up!

[dirtypiggdad]

My Best Friend, part 6

by KrinkleSnoof

It had been a while since my encounter with Barry and Steven. As much as we wanted to continue our dirty exploits, life seemed to pull us in different directions. I got a new job. Barry moved in with his girlfriend and her young son. Steven went on a long road trip. Not working with Randy anymore was killing me. We still talked now and then, and I would pop in every other week for D&D, but we had no alone time anymore. Best I could do was nab some socks, maybe a pair of dirty underwear if I was lucky.

I could tell Randy had been restless too. One does not unlock a sexual desire and just put it away. I could tell he wanted to at least talk about this more, but between our separate jobs and his family, there was just no way we could make it work. Until…

His wife got an unexpected vacation from work, and they had planned to go visit her family in Virginia. However, Randy couldn’t take the time from his job, and had some repairs and maintenance to do around the house. Plus, he wasn’t crazy about her side of the family anyway. She took the kids and left him home, and finally, he had a week to himself.

He couldn’t invite me over fast enough. The Royal Rumble was on, and during the undercard we ventured into familiar conversation. I decided to tell him about Steven, though I left Barry out of the story. He understood, he knew I thought his brother was attractive, and was actually glad that he found someone to share his desires with. I asked Randy how he was holding up.

He told me that he had been thinking about trying shit play again, intentionally. Trying to hold it so he could cum again from the pressure on his prostate. I told him there were other ways to stimulate his prostate. He responded by taking off his sneakers.

The smell hit me hard. His thick fat feet were covered in socks that had formed to every curve and wrinkle. They were steaming. I took one to my nose immediately and inhaled like a diver coming up for air. My olfactory senses were burning for his foot stink. It took me a second to realize he was rubbing his other sweaty paw on my diapered crotch. I savored each sock until I peeled them off and placed them in a ziploc bag.

I asked Randy how long he’d been holding it in, and he said he was on day two. I could see him fidgeting just a bit and decided to let him wait. As I suckled his toes like a pacifier, I let go and began to flood my diaper. A soft hissing sound could faintly be heard above the din of pro wrestling. Randy moaned blissfully as my tongue worked in between each toe and over his meaty soles. After a while he broke the moment to take off his pants and shirt.

He was wearing my favorite underwear- light grey Gildan boxer briefs. He lay his 300-pound bulk face down over my lap, his pelvis centered over my thighs. I could feel his boner poking into my leg as he gently rubbed back and forth, back and forth. He smelled faintly of swamp ass, and sure enough, as I slid my hand under the leg hole of his briefs and invaded his nether regions, my hand was greeted with his sticky, pungent odor. It wafted into my nostrils and I groaned, letting go of my bowels. A day and a half of soft serve rushed warmly into my diaper, up underneath my balls. Randy heard the gurgling, bubbling sound and smiled as the stench rose around us. My fingers began to probe his hole, and when I pulled them out, they were covered in a tan glaze. I began to rub his ass through his underwear, and after a few minutes, began to notice a small, wet stain appear on his backside. Rubbing more, I felt it start to flow through. Warm, tacky shit began oozing slowly from Randy’s hole. It was loose shit, but it was coming out at a slow pace. I couldn’t tell if he was controlling it or just letting nature take its course.The stain began to spread around the seat of his underwear. Some began flowing out of the leg holes. It was hot and reddish-brown, not quite the thickness of peanut butter. It smeared so easily.

I looked at his inner thighs, the dark, chub-rubbed skin was starting to get a coat of paint. I rubbed some shit gently on his inner thighs and he gasped at the touch. A short rush of poo blorted out of his hole and widened the stain in his underwear.

His shit was now starting to work its way down between my thighs, which were pressed together. As more and more of his brown stew seeped between my legs, Randy worked his hard prick in there with it. His fresh warm shit was lubing him up and he began to fuck my thighs. I sit back and let it happen. His shitting was less controlled now as he humped, farting and slopping out of his big fat rump. The more of a mess he made, the faster he fucked, until finally, with me three fingers deep in his asshole, I felt it push and clench at the same time. A mass of shit rushed forth over my fingers and hand, out of his underwear and down between my legs. Randy cried out in sheer pleasure as he came, firing off a dozen shots of whtie-hot jizz between my fat, shit-smeared thighs. I moaned and babbled softly as my orgasm washed over me, cumming quietly into my wet and soiled diaper.

Randy got up after a few minutes, put his pants back on over his wrecked underwear, and said, “Day One, done.”

I couldn’t wait for day two.

[dirtypiggdad]

To say Barry was big would be an understatement. He was 6’ 6” tall and weighed in at a massive 430 pounds. I knew Barry and had even sucked him off several times. He would invite me over to his place where I would find him “sleeping” on his belly, and I would proceed to sniff and lick his amazing giant stinky ass before rolling him over and stuffing his prick down my throat. But I never suspected he liked dirty play. Hell, he even knew I was an ABDL and he never mentioned it to me.

His face turned from a sniff of the air into a crooked smile. He stood still for a moment, and in the silence of the room I heard the unmistakable sound of defecation. He winced, grabbed his paunch, and doubled over as he lost control, unable to stop his ass from expelling his load. As he started to flood the front of his pants, he moved closer to Steven and myself, who were rubbing out shit-smeared cocks. Barry’s shit started seeping down his tree-trunk legs, past his knees and into his socks. Some of it plopped to the floor as he walked forward, still shitting himself uncontrollably.

I reached for the button on his shorts ad freed his leaking uncut dick, and was rewarded with a renewed spray of hot piss across my face and chest. Steven pulled me by my hips back into his lap as Barry penetrated my lips, and as his pee flowed down my throat, I felt him strain again. The pee flow stopped momentarily, but a sound like rain began to hit the hardwood floor by my feet. I felt warm runny shit splatter down me and Steven’s lower legs onto our already ruined socks, and much of it ended up all over the floor.

The burning stink wafted between Barry’s fat thighs as I slid his shorts off. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear, no wonder his load wasn’t contained. Steven went behind him and pushed his greedy fat face into Barry’s wide ass, snaking his tongue up into his fetid hole, while I drank the last remnants of his urine. As I finished I looked up at him, and our eyes locked. I loved this man. I would worship this man. He could have me, and after several moments of lust-filled adoration, that’s exactly what he did.

Steven pulled off of his ass and Barry laid me down on the floor in his stinking shit-pile. Steven sat his ripe filthy bottom on my upper chest, forcing his dirty ass into my face. I’m not much of a shit-eater but this was so goddamned dirty and hot, I didn’t care anymore. Steven grabbed my legs and held my ankles, exposing my asshole to Barry. Barry pushed out the last of his soft load into his hand and smeared it on my willing hole. As he pushed his thick cock into me I cried out in pain, but it was muffled by Steven’s fat ass. I felt Steven pushing out a few last drops of crap onto my neck and chin, felt him tinkling pee over my balls and down to where Barry was shit-fucking me. He fucked me gently, which surprised me. Slow and long strokes, feeling every sensation of his shit-lubed dick sliding in and out of me. I heard the surping sound of two chubby faces making out above me. For 15 minutes Barry kept the same pace, pausing only to scoop some shit off of the chair for fresh lube. Mine, Stevens, didn’t know whose shit it was, I only knew that I was being shit-bred twice in one day by two huge fat fucks. I moaned and whimpered into Steven’s cheeks and started cumming again, I hadn’t even touched myself. I was nearly out of semen at this point, and the orgasm hurt. The sight of my twitching rod made Steven cum too, as he huffed on my socked feet. I felt his wetness on my lower belly. Barry picked up his pace shortly thereafter and within a few more seconds, I could feel his cock pulsing easily 10 times, long intervals. I could feel his jizz filling me up. As he pulled out, I could feel his cum running down my asscrack, leaving a marbled brown and pearlescent puddle on the floor. I knew from blowing Barry that his loads were huge, but this was the biggest yet.

The three of us disentangled and lay in a giant smelly pile on the floor. I dozed off slightly under Barry’s armpit as Steven cuddled up behind me. Cleanup was gonna suck for this one, but damn, it’s one for the ages.

[dirtypiggdad]

Chubby toddler bros love like no others.

[dirtypiggdad]

More diapered toddler brothers. I love him so much, and he loves me. Inseparable since our days in the crib.

[dirtypiggdad]

Did I do this on a dare or did I do this for funsies? You decide. Felt good regardless.

[dirtypiggdad]

These might look nice and colorful, but they’re pretty smelly. Just how I like them!

[dirtypiggdad]

My Best Friend’s Brother, part 1

Ever since I found out that my best friend’s brother is a total shit pig, I’ve been in a constant state of semi-arousal. I didn’t see him much. He worked odd hours as a truck driver and we had nothing in common except a love for shitting our pants. But how? How do I break the nice on this one? “Hey Steve, hear you like to shit yourself, so do I, wanna party?” I don’t think that would go over well.

Randy eventually warmed up to me again and we even joked about the night. He began being a bit more flirtatious with me but nothing that would indicate he wanted to cross over. He became somewhat eager to offer me his various smells, knowing it would turn me on. One night he had a particularly brutal case of swamp ass and he dug his hand into his asscrack and held it under my nose. As I huffed he dug his other hand in for a second dose and this time he rubbed the tip of my nose and upper lip. I got to smell him all the way home. Socks were never an issue as long as I replaced the ones he gave me. I’d have him wear a pair for a few days and then he’d give them to me straight off of his steaming fat chub feet. Alas, we never got back to the shitting part, and I was okay with it. Hey, it happened once and I was lucky.

My mind had turned to Randy’s younger brother Steven, though. His beautiful and soft pudgy rear end occupied my fantasies, and one day, I decided to test the waters. We ran into each other one day at a store and began to bullshit, and I eventually steered the conversation around to “How do you go to the bathroom when you’re on a long haul”. I know he could piss in a jug but what about poo? Of course he gave me the straight and narrow answer- truck stops, holding it, side of road sometimes. I made up a story about driving to some far away place and not making it. I didn’t go into explicit details, but I said that once the embarrassment passed it wasn’t so bad, and I was able to finish the drive. He smiled. I had him

“Oh yeah, that’s happened a couple times”. Smile smile smile…

After that we began to talk more often and even hang on days off. He liked sports so we would watch a game now and then. I couldn’t care less about sports, but Steven was the kind of guy who sat around in just boxers and socks with a beer, feet up in a recliner with his hands on his big reddish paunch. Sometimes I could see brown stains on his boxers, he didn’t wipe too well. Then, one day, I joined him in partial nudity. I had tightie whities on and socks I’d been wearing for a week- Randy’s socks that he wore for a week straight before I did. The skivvies I had on were at about 4 days and had a nice sweet sweaty aroma and a mild stain in the back- I hadn’t shit for three days and I was bursting.

Steven sat in his leather recliner in white boxer briefs, feet down, his legs spread as wide as the arms would allow, the fabric of the underwear taut against his thick limbs, his 350+ pound bulk making a permanent impression on the chair. He looked at me from across the room and smiled.

“What”? I said.

“Gotta shit”, He replied.

“So go to the bathroom then”, I dared.

His legs seemed to stiffen a bit and I heard this rushing, sort of flatulent sound. His face turned red. The sound was continuous… 10 seconds, 15… 20. I saw the brown stewy mess erupt from his inner thigh areas on both legs and the smell hit me like a hammer. As he exhaled, a languid flow of yellow pee soaked the front of his undies. He fished out his short fat knob and pointed it at his chest, hosing himself down, rivers of warm piss coursing down his enormous gut. I smiled at him and walked over to the chair, he cut off the stream.

“I’m not done”, he said.

“I hope not”, I countered.

Steven stood up and I was impressed. A substantial pile still remained in his pants but a lot had escaped from the legs and waistband, and a significant amount was plastered on the chair. I sat down in his mess and squirmed gleefully. He turned towards me and resumed pissing. I reveled as the hot stream washed over my face and chest, soaking into my briefs. I didn’t even have to push, I just unclenched and my bowels started surging. As his stream subsided I grabbed his hips and guided his stubby uncut cock and took him into my mouth. I relaxed my lower body and just let three days’ worth of waste pile up in the seat of my pants. Eventually the flow became softer and began to work its way up and over my dick and out of my underwear, mixing with Steven’s mess.

Steven took my mouth off of him and turned around, pulled down his wrecked underwear. Wow, what a deep asscrack. I’d never seen one so deep. Randy had a big ass but it was hard, muscular. Steven’s was soft and chubby, the kind you want to eat for hours. He reached back and spread his shit-caked ass cheeks and I could see his hole, winking at me through the stinky brown mess. I backed up and just in time, his hole opened and a think pasty stream of burning crap splattered against my belly and ran down into the front of my briefs. Before I could even react, another more runny load followed, this one lasting twice as long. He turned to me and began rubbing it all over my stomach and legs and I damn near came. I decided he wasn’t gonna have the last word so I stood and made him sit in the chair, in both of our messes.

I shimmied my briefs down just enough to expose my hole, and backed myself right up over his dick. Then I let loose a small load of soft shit onto his cock, and then sat right on it. Not fully, just enough to get the head in. I lifted slightly and pushed out some more poo, then sat a little lower. I repeated this four or five times till I had sunken all the way down, the sound of him fucking me through a pile of shit was driving me mad. Soon he regained focus and grabbed my hips and began driving rhythmically into me. I pushed out more shit with every thrust, and within minutes his fat jiggly legs started heaving. He pushed into me and held and I felt his throbbing member pulse nine or ten times.

As he gently pulled out, much of his huge cum load dripped out onto him, but that was not enough. I made one final push- slow and controlled, and a nice softball-sized ribbon mound flowed out all over his gut and genitals. I straddled him, facing him, and pulled my load over both our cocks. I jerked us both, and while he did not cum a second time, I shot ropes of jizz onto both of us.

And that is when his best friend Barry walked into the house without knocking!

[dirtypiggdad]

Reposting because Tumblr is still being Tumblr.

So I guess I’m back here because Twitter just isn’t the same. I might be able to be more explicit there for now, but who knows when they’re going to crack down on the adult content there. So… Tumblr I guess? And yeah, the pictures can’t be overtly sexual. So… anyway, I’m going to continue here and the good thing is, I can write long-form smut which doesn’t get nuked, so look for me to post the last couple chapters of the story I began a couple years ago, like today. And enjoy me celebrating a fresh diaper while you’re at it.

[dirtypiggdad]

My Best Friend, part 5

After I got home, I stripped off my clothing and put it in the washer, then sat on the laundry room floor, legs split out like a dumb messy toddler in a playpen. I marveled at the copious amounts of shit that was pushed out of the legholes of the diaper. I reached for my pacifier and put it in, and began to fidget around a bit, shifting from side to side, then rolling onto my stomach. Wallowing in this enormous mess, feeling my spike rub off through Randy’s hot mess and the saturated gel of the diaper, that sent me over the edge and I cried softly as the pleasure/pain washed over me once again.

When I woke up, an hour or so had passed, and it was with a heavy heart that I decided to clean myself up. It took about an hour to get all the shit off of me and clean the spot on my floor where I had humped the mess, and then I had to air out my car. Every inhalation was a memory, an amazing, hot memory of he filthiest night of my life to date.

The following day at work, Randy avoided eye contact. Just as I had feared, things were now a little weird. The whole day our conversations were clipped and short, focused only on work. This went on for several days. Each night we were set to go to the store after work he bailed, offering me one excuse after another. Though I was hurt by this distance between us, I gave him space and time to process things, but when he declined for a fourth night to go to the store with me, I decided to address the elephant in the room.

“Why not?” I asked.

He gave me a lame excuse that I really didn’t listen to, so once we wre alone I spoke up.

“Look, man, don’t push yourself away from me because of last night. You could have said no, or shit your pants, or ran back into the store. Why are you avoiding me, bud?”

“Things just seem different now, I don’t know.” He looked downward at his feet, shuffling lightly.

“They don’t have to be”, I replied, putting my hand on his shoulder. “I don’t have any expectations and I know you’re married and have a family to think of. Besides, it’s not like we had sex, dude”.

“Isn’t it, though? You like that kind of stuff”, he shot back.

“Yeah,” I said, “I won’t lie to you, I enjoyed it, but I think a part of you did as well, or else you wouldn’t have done it in the first place.”

He looked at me quietly and then, side to side.

“Okay, what I tell you here, stays here, got it?”

I nodded.

“A few years ago, when I was 21 and my younger brother was 18, I.. saw something.”

I thought about his brother Steven. He was a little shorter and much fatter than Randy. Whereas Randy carried a lot of muscle on his frame, Steven was a bit softer. Just as hot, though.

“He was living with our parents then but they were on vacation at the shore. I stopped by the house and I smelled shit, so I figured he was in the bathroom. I was gonna scare him, we’ve always done that to each other since we were kids. So I creep upstairs and I see that the bathroom door is open, but nobody is in there and I’d be able to see him if he were ’cause the bathroom is small. I hear noise coming from his bedroom, though, so I sneak down the hall and peek inside. I have a clear view of his bed from where I am. He was on his stomach facing away from me, he only had on socks and tightie-whities, and he was sort of humping the bed. I’ve seen him jerk off before, sometimes he does it that way. Then the smell hit me again and I looked back- his underwear was filled with shit. It was coming out of the legs and up over the top of the waistband, and was smeared all over his ass. I watched with my jaw on the floor as his legs stiffened every time he pushed forward. He began to pick up pace and started to whimper and cry out, and I knew he was cumming. I retreated quickly and left the house. He has no idea I saw that.”

“Damn,” I said, “I never knew he was into that”.

He continued, “When I got back to my car, I realized I had a boner. I can’t believe I got turned on watching my brother jerk off with his own shit. So, I don’t know, when you asked me to do that… I guess it just struck a nerve. I know my wife would never go for anything like this, and I’m not about to ask Steven about it. I guess I’m just scared. I’m sorry I’ve been distant”.

“It’s cool, bud. Look, I’m here for you, and like I said, no expectations. You ever want to talk about this, I’m here. You never want to speak of it again, I get it. You’re my best friend, and that is more important than anything else”, I reassured him.

“Thanks bud”, he sad, giving me a huge hug. “Let’s go to the store”.

[dirtypiggdad]

Two toddler brothers waiting for their change. Any takers?

[dirtypiggdad]

Boys’ underwear, size 12 husky. I think I’m husky, do you?

[dirtypiggdad]

When I sat in my car, shit went everywhere. I felt the massive double-load smush into every nook and crevice of my chubby ass. Some of it oozed over my sides. A good amount leaked out of the crotch and smeared all over my fat inner thighs. My steel-hard cock was fully submerged in my best friend’s excrement and as the mass flowed over it, I began to shoot volley after volley of cum into my fully-wrecked diaper. The windows were up, Randy’s tail lights were in the distance.

I yelled out ‘fuck’ about a dozen times. The stink inside my car was thick but not unpleasant. As I pushed and let loose, my cum stream seemed to re-energize, and my ass exploded with a sizeable torrent of almost-diarrhea. The new wave of runny shit washed up over my aching prick and triggered a second orgasm. My hips bucked hard as the poo blasted out of every part of the diaper not nailed shut. More flooded into my shorts legs, up over the back and front of the diaper into my pants. I just couldn’t stop, so it seemed. Eventually, it did, though, and I sat in my car panting, sweating, drooling, and murmuring to myself. My Daddy Sock-Sock had shit on me, and he seemed to like it. I drove home in stench and silence just trying to grasp what had happened. How does one react when their deepest sexual fantasy spontaneously comes true? My phone flashed, shaking me out of my sexual stupor. Josh. All 320 pounds of him. Laying on his couch with his dick in hand, dirty socks on his feet. Askng me if I want some. I’d been blowing Josh for a couple years now and occasionally eating his delicious dirty ass, but I was in quite a state. I messaged him back, telling him I was very messy. He knows I am into shit, but hasnt gotten the nerve to try it fully with me yet. He reploed with a ‘LOL’, so I texted him a picture of my shorts that were not doing a good job of containing the mess. Normally this is where he taps out, but tonight, he replied: Come over. I changed course and within ten minutes I was in his driveway, a nice, secluded place where lots of trees sheltered his home from the country road it was on.

“Damn, you reek, man!” he said as I approached.

“You used to work for a porto-potty place, you have to be immune to the smell”, I replied.

“Nah, been a while, but I kinda like it. I always jerk off when I shit.”, he said.

I shot back, “Or call me over to blow you while you’re on the hopper’.

He chuckled and I went to my knees, pulled down his black nylon shorts. He was wearing no underwear and he stank of unshowered fat ass. His swampy fragrance wafted between his chub-rubbed legs and his cock tasted salty, smelled of cum and piss. I drew his quickly-hardening member into my mouth and swallowed to the root and slipped my finger into his damp, sticky crack. His ass offered no resistance as it was unwiped and lubed with streaks of his shit. He threw his head back and moaned as my tongue swirled around his head, inside his loose skin. He farted softly as I withrew my finger, and I backed off his dick and inhaled his scent. Different than me or Randy. My shit was dark and earthy tonight, Randy’s was light and buttery. Josh’s shit was reddish in hue and strong, almost peppery. I slipped in again, realizing his ass was open and his plug of crap was waiting to come out. “You have to go… where do you want to put it?”, I asked him.

He said nothing, and pushed my head back onto his cock. Within seconds the steaming hot crap washed over my hand, filling it, covering my wrist… then my forearm. I began to smear his ass cheeks and his legs. When I ran out I put my hand back, and when he refilled it, I smeared him all over his heaving belly. He began to piss, and I backed off, letting his hot flow soak my face and shirt. I began to pee too, putting even more strain on my bolated shitty mess of a diaper.

Josh stood me up and took me over to his patio table and bent me over. He pulled down my shorts and diaper just enough to sink his rod into my shit-filled asscrack. Eventually he found my hole and slipped inside. I rubbed the remnants of his shit all over my own belly, mixing it with Randy’s shit and my own. Josh softly grabbed my love handles and slowly, deliberately made love to my fat dirty ass. He didn’t pound me hard, but instead fucked me with slow, well-paced strokes, deep-dicking me good. The last of my shit slobbed onto his dick but you couldn’t tell by looking. I could just feel it as it dribbled out of my well-fucked hole. My prostate sent me into a third orgasm which actually hurt, barely any semen came out, but Josh, on the other hand, never broke pace. I felt his cock swell and pulse and I knew he was cumming inside of me. His first shitfuck and he fired easily 7 or 8 thick shots of hot jizz right up my dirty fuckhole. I collapsed on his table. Fuck, I needed a change and a cleanup, but this was a night I didn’t want to end. I pulled up my diaper and headed back to my car, but before I left, Josh handed me a bag containing a very smelly pair of white ankle socks. “14 days, just like you wanted.” I thanked him, tossed the bag on the passenger seat, and headed towards home.