does anyone want to get in my dms ans make fun of me for having accidents in my pants? pretty please
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does anyone want to get in my dms ans make fun of me for having accidents in my pants? pretty please
thinking of this ancient story I read so long ago where a guy pooped his pants (on purpose) only for someone to come home with a bunch of new clothes to try on and he had to try so hard not to turn around. & of course there were new pants to try on too. like how would you hide that…terrifying.
Or how about mommy taking you into the dressing room at a store to try some stuff on but you haven’t worked up the courage to tell her that you had an accident in your pull-up yet
Of course you're too old for diapers, honey. You're a big, brave boy who can keep his undies dry all night. You can even be trusted to make it to the potty all by yourself without losing a drop!
Yes, I know, you really don't need diapers. Of course I believe you. I'll just check your big boy undies this once for old times sake.
Look at that cute little wet spot! Did someone leak? Aww, it's okay, baby, even big boys who definitely don't need diapers have accidents from time to time. No, you're right, it's absolutely not an accident. Still, we wouldn't want you wearing wet undies all night long! Let's get you into something more comfortable.
You know, I really think you should at least wear a diaper to bed. Although you're fully potty trained, they're just so much more comfortable than your undies, aren't they? Don't you love how soft the padding is, especially when it becomes warm and wet?
I hear you saying no, but your little prince parts are making the most precious bulge before I've even done up the tapes! If I didn't know any better, I would think you want to be Mommy's potty pants forever.
I'll tell you what. If you can keep this diaper dry while you have special playtime with Mommy's buzzy toy, you may wear your little underwear to sleep. But if I see even one drop--
Oh. Oh no! Did you have an accident already? I barely even turned it on. I guess you aren't such a big boy after all.
It's okay, little man, there's no need to cry. We can always try again tomorrow. And if you're never big enough to wear undies again, Mommy will be here to change your diaper forever.
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.
Boy visibly getting hard in his pants after an accident
In the mood to bully someone. Reblog if you're a pathetic loser. Bonus points if you jump in my inbox and tell me why you're a pathetic loser. Anon is on for the cowards.
Getting babied so consistently in your personal life that things start slipping out…
- Calling it the potty while excusing yourself to the restroom in front of all your friends
- Absentmindedly sucking on your thumb in the break room at work while you scroll on your phone, door wide open
- Breaking into a subtle potty dance when you just can’t hold it anymore, and rushing to the bathroom holding your crotch like anything but an adult
- Forgetting to get every last drop out while you’re peeing and leaving a tiny dribble in your undies
Up in the tree house Auggie and Ollie were playing by themselves, sitting on the warm wooden floor and acting out a story with Auggie’s plastic model zoo animals.
Auggie set down the hippo and stood up. “I need to go pee. I’m gonna just be a second.” He started to open the trapdoor to the ladder.
“Wait,” said Ollie. “Just go pee in your pants. No one else is here and it’ll dry before Lina finds out.”
Auggie hesitated. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah! It’ll be fine. Look, I already went a couple times.” He sat up on his knees and pulled down his shorts a little bit so Auggie could see.
“Yeah, but you have a diaper on. That’s different.”
Ollie shrugged. “So what? Come on and keep playing with me. It’ll be okay. We’re outside so you won’t mess up any furniture or anything. It feels so good anyway…” He sat back down and let himself relax. “I’m going right now and it feels so good…”
Auggiensat back down tentatively. “Are you sure nobody’s going to find out?”
“I don’t think so. Just go pee.” Ollie picked up one of the animals again and made it walk towards the saucer they were using as a water trough.
Auggie sat back down on the warm wood. He tried to just let go but found that he was a little locked up. “I can’t make it come out,” he said.
“Don’t force it,” said Ollie. “Just relax. Just imagine you have a diaper on. You still have to wear them at night, right?”
“Who told you that??”
“Your girlfriend. Haha.”
Auggie picked up the hippo again. Just a few seconds later, he felt warmth spreading across his crotch. “I’m going,” he said quietly.
“See?” said Ollie. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Yeah,” said Auggie, starting to shift a little bit against the wood.
“Mmm,” said Ollie, setting down his toy and copying Auggie, wiggling a little bit against the wood.
“Can I…um…can I feel what your diaper’s like?”
“Yeah, of course! Are you curious?”
“Um…kinda. I haven’t worn a big diaper like that since I can remember. I just have to wear a pull-up at night.”
Ollie pushed the toys aside and scooted closer. He undid his fly and eased his shorts down again.
Auggie reached out and rubbed it, just for a second before snatching his hand away. “It’s really warm.”
“You can touch it more than that,” said Ollie. “It’s okay.”
Auggie raised his hand again, looking at the floor. He could feel heat rising in his face. He reached out again and rubbed Ollie’s diaper.
“It feels really good. Do you want me to do you too?”
Auggie didn’t answer but scooted closer, also kneeling up onto his knees. Ollie let his hand down onto Auggie’s wet pants and cupped his bulge. “It always feel better when you’re wet,” he told Auggie.
Auggie agreed but he didn’t want to say it aloud. They kneeled there for a couple more minutes and Auggie felt something building in him; he wanted to push Ollie over and rub on him and on his diaper. Just when he opened his mouth to say something someone knocked on the trapdoor. Both boys snatched their hands away.
“Everything okay, boys? Are you playing nice?” It was Lina’s voice.
“Yeah!!” said Ollie loudly. “Everything’s fine! Go away! No girls allowed!!”
“Yeah!!” said Auggie, too. “No girls!”
The trapdoor opened anyway. “That isn’t very nice. You boys better remember who’s in charge at my house.” She climbed into the treehouse and sat down in front of them. “Who’s in charge? I want both of you to answer.”
“You are, Lina.”
“You, Miss Lina…” Auggie looked away. He couldn’t think of a good way to hide his soaked jeans, much less the wet patch on the floor around him.
“What’s going on? You’re both blushing. Were you doing something naughty?”
Neither of them answered, and Lina stood up, hunching over under the low ceiling, and squatted very close to them.
“How come Auggie’s wet himself?”
“We were just playing,” said Auggie, looking down at the floor.
“Auggie, wetting yourself at your age is a big deal. Aren’t you meant to be 24 or something? I’m going to have to tell Polly.”
“You don’t have to tell her…I can just change in to some of Ollie’s pants and…”
“She’s still going to notice when she picks you up. And what’s going on down here?” She pointed to Auggie’s crotch. “It looks like you were getting pretty excited? Are you *sure* you weren’t playing naughty?”
Auggie still couldn’t take his eyes off the floor.
“You seem veryyyy reluctant to tell me. I think I know what that means.” She reached out and pinched Auggie’s ear, pulling him towards the trap door. “You’re coming down first. And then I’ll get my baby, too.”
Ollie watched as Lina made sure Auggie went down the ladder. Then she snapped her fingers at him and pointed at the trap door. He didn’t need to be told twice and hurried down, too.
Lina marched both of the to the bathroom and told them that if they were going to be naughty they needed to be somewhere appropriate. She left, telling them that she would be back soon.
“What’s she going to do?” asked Auggie. “I’ve never been bad at your house before.”
Ollie shrugged. “Usually she spanks me. Or makes me sit in my room. It probably won’t be so bad for me, though. I’m meant to go in my diapers, anyways. I think the rules are different for you.”
Auggie felt his face frown. This wasn’t fair at all. He couldn’t keep himself from shoving Ollie.
Ollie stumbled and righted himself against the counter. “No pushing! Do you want to get in worse trouble?”
Auggie didn’t really care anymore. He shoved Ollie against the counter and grabbed his wrists, squeezing them hard. He shoved his knee under Ollie’s crotch. And then, he didn’t really mean to do it, but as they struggled, his thigh started to rub against Ollie’s diaper.
Somehow they ended up on the tile, still fighting, but also humping against each other. Auggie started to feel that really warm, tingly feeling that made him want to go faster and faster. His hard-on was straining against his underwear and his fly and…
The door opened. “Boys!! Get up right now!”
They both scrambled to their feet.
“No fighting!” Lina grabbed both of them under their arms, hard. “You guys know that’s not okay!”
She pulled them into the bedroom.
“You know fighting is not okay,” she repeated. “Shame on both of you.” The boys hung their heads. “And I know what else you were doing.” Auggie felt his cheeks burning. He opened his mouth but Lina shushed him before he could say anything. “That is very naughty. You boys know you aren’t meant to do stuff like that if Polly and I aren’t around.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Lina…”
“I don’t want to hear it. You’re going to be sorry after I spank you both. But I’m not going to do anything just yet. I called Polly and she’ll be over here very soon. She told me not to do anything to you until she’s here to watch.” Lina crossed to the dresser and took out a folded plastic sheet. She spread it over the bed. “Both of you sit down right here and think about what you did. If you’re still right here in the same spot, and you’re good during the punishment, we might let you finish what you were doing. But only if we’re keeping an eye on you.”
Lina shut the door and waited for the latch to click. Then she walked back to the kitchen, smiling to herself. She and Polly were going to have a very entertaining afternoon.
Auggie and Ollie sat in silence. Ollie started to apologize but Auggie shot him a look and he shut up quick. A few more minutes passed with no noise spare the clock ticking in the dark room.
Then Auggie spoke. “Ollie…I kind of have to go again.”
“Okay. Just go in the sheet. I don’t think that’s going to make a different about how much trouble we’re in. Are you scared? Do you want me to hold your hand? I don’t think that’s naughty.”
Auggie set his hand down on the sheet between them and Ollie picked it up and squeezed it. It wasn’t long before Auggie felt his jeans getting warm again. He sighed in satisfaction.
“All done?” asked Ollie.
“Yeah. Ollie?”
“Uh-huh?”
“I think this is going to be okay in the end.”
Chastity cages are so fucking cute it makes me a little feral
What do you mean your cock has been squished that small? That's adorable! Does it hurt? Does it ache? Does talking to you like this make it worse? Do you want to be let out? Wanna beg for it? Wanna ask nicely for me?
Pathetic❤️
*whimpers* uhh-uh oh- noooooo :$
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This is so cute wtf-
"riding my biggest dildo imagining it's you" ok i ah. hm. i don't quite know how to say this but. perhaps instead consider a thimble
sorry sorry but the phrases “wow, you must have really had to go” and “you have to go so bad that you can’t hold it, huh?” are burned into my brain as the hottest things someone can say to an omo victim ever
super self indulgent fantasy/scenario posting
we're hanging out together with a large group of friends. maybe we're watching a movie, or playing games, or something. its been hours, and i'm very hydrated- but due to being so focused on whatever we're doing, i don't notice how bad i'm starting to need to go.
until, finally, theres a lull in the conversation, and i nearly double over as the full weight of my bladder catches up to my senses. i practically slam my legs together, and go to stand up. "hey, uh, i'll be right back, im gonna go piss-"
before i can even stand up fully, your hand is on my thigh, pushing me back down into my seat. i nearly gasp as my bladder squeezes, and i cross my legs. "huh? no the fuck you're not. who said you could?"
um just to be clear i dont still wet my bed
never ever ever hardly ever
wake me up in the night for a bathroom break to ask if i weeweed in the bed already or if ive kept my bed dry
ask if i can make it to the bathroom when i whine and clutch myself
express relief you woke me when you did because id have surely soaked the bed if you were five minutes later
ask if i was having a water fountain dream again
smirk when i trail back from the bathroom with damp pjs bc...well i really really really needed to go...... o/////o