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[regressionschool]

Old Habits

Old Habits

The hallway was quiet, save for the soft rustle of Amanda’s diaper as she waddled toward the bathroom, her long auburn hair swaying with each step. She wasn’t heading inside.no, that would be too much like a big girl, and big girls used the potty properly. But old habits die hard, and even though she hadn’t sat on a toilet in years, her body still carried her toward the bathroom door, as if drawn by some deep, instinctual memory.

Jake watched from the living room, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "What are you doing, Princess?" he called, his voice laced with amusement.

Amanda paused, glancing over her shoulder, her cheeks already flushed. "Nothing, Daddy," she mumbled, though the way her diaper sagged between her legs told a different story. She bit her lip, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her gray socks pressing into the carpet. The urge was undeniable, and she knew there was no fighting it. With a soft sigh, she squatted right there in front of the bathroom door, her hands gripping the hem of her white T-shirt as she bore down.

Jake chuckled, shaking his head. It never failed to amuse him, how his little girl, who had long since forgotten how to use the potty, still felt the need to be near it when nature called. As if the mere proximity to the bathroom made it okay to let go, even if she was just going to fill her diaper like the toddler she was at heart.

Amanda’s face scrunched up as she pushed, the diaper crinkling loudly beneath her. A warm, mushy squish filled the air, followed by the unmistakable scent of a big poopy. She whimpered, her toes curling in her socks as the diaper swelled, the weight pressing against her bottom. It was messy, it was stinky, and it was perfect.

Jake took a step closer, inhaling the thick, musky aroma with a grin. "Mmm, someone’s making a stinker," he teased, his voice warm. "Right in front of the bathroom, too. Almost like a big girl."

Amanda groaned, her face burning. "Daddy, stop," she whined, but there was no real protest in her voice. She wiggled in place, the diaper squelching with every movement, the mess spreading thick and heavy between her legs. It was embarrassing, sure, but it was also… nice. Comforting, even. Like her body knew exactly what it was doing, even if her mind was a little fuzzy on the details.

Jake crouched down behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. "You know, Princess," he murmured, his breath warm against her neck, "it’s kind of cute. You don’t even remember how to use the potty, but you still waddle over here like you’re gonna try."

Amanda pouted, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward. She couldn’t stay mad at him, not when he was being so sweet. Besides, he wasn’t wrong. There was something right about it. the way her body just knew where to go, even if the rest of her had moved on. She let out a final, satisfied sigh as the last of her business filled the diaper, the weight now undeniable as it sagged between her thighs.

"All done?" Jake asked, already knowing the answer. The diaper was full, the scent thick and pungent in the air.

She nodded, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt. "Yeah… I think I made a really stinky poopy," she admitted, her voice small.

Jake stood up, offering her his hand. "Well, come on then, messy girl. Let’s get you to the nursery for a change." His tone was light, but there was a note of authority in it, one that Amanda found impossibly comforting.

She took his hand, letting him pull her to her feet. The diaper crinkled loudly with the movement, the squish of her mess echoing down the hallway as she waddled after him. He ruffled her hair affectionately as they reached the nursery door. "Now, up on the changing table, Princess. Let’s get you fresh and clean."

Amanda obeyed, climbing up onto the padded surface with practiced ease. She lay back, her legs kicking slightly as Jake undid the tapes of her messy diaper. The cool air hit her skin, and she squirmed, her face flushing as the full extent of her mess was revealed. Jake didn’t so much as flinch, though. He simply grabbed a wipe and got to work, his touch gentle but thorough.

"You’re such a good girl for me," he murmured, cleaning her up with efficient, soothing strokes. "Even if you do insist on squatting in the hallway like a little toddler who almost remembers how to be a big girl."

Amanda giggled, her embarrassment melting away under his care. "I can’t help it, Daddy! It’s just… habit."

Jake chuckled, finishing up and reaching for a fresh diaper. "Well, it’s a cute habit," he admitted, lifting her hips to slide the clean diaper beneath her. "But next time, maybe aim for the nursery, huh?"

Amanda grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "No promises, Daddy."

Jake shook his head, smiling as he fastened the new diaper snugly around her waist. "That’s my girl."

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[curiouslittletoddler]

Put your little one in pullups - full time

Think about it - what reasons are there not to? On Paper, it’s just a bit of harmless kinky fun. Seriously, there are no hard facts against it: Drynites/Goodnites are cheap - granted, not as cheap as wearing your decade old underpants, but definitely cheap enough to wear them on a daily basis. They aren’t noticeable in any way either - Yes, there is a little bit more material to hide under your pants than with regular underwear, but they are far from ABDL diapers that crinkle like crazy and are so thick that they show through any piece of clothing. And even if they were to show over low rise pants, they are not completely over the top and can definitely be mistaken for (childish) normal underwear. The only difference to normal underwear is really that at the end of the day, they end up in the trash instead of the laundry bag. Other than that? It’s 100% possible to just go about your regular adult day. No waddling, no crinkling, no reason to ditch the toilet because you’d waste a 4$ diaper by ruining the tapes. Slide ‘em down, go for a wee, forget about them again.

So why will your little one protest once you try to enforce that? Well, they know what effect those cute little drynites will have in reality. Yes, for an adult, the effect of wearing a goodnite is negligible. But your little is not a regular adult. See, by putting them into a pull-up diaper, you aren’t forcing them to do anything. It is not a reason to wet themselves, in fact, as they are so thin and light it is actually adviseable to stay dry!

But it enables them to voluntarily act like a toddler at any point in time. Suddenly, letting out a few dribbles of pee does not result in wet pants in the workplace. Not wiping the last droplet off of your prince(ss) parts does not result in stained underwear. And at the end of the day, the pullup will vanish into the trash anyways. With the consequences of their behavior diminished, they will choose to be little. Very often. And that is what they are scared of: Having to admit to themselves how much of a baby they really are.

But isn’t it exactly the goal of a caregiver to gently push their baby exactly into that direction?

[lostinthevoidofstars]

girl running around a mall, fully bent over at this point because the last two bathrooms she saw were being cleaned. her bladder is screaming at her, begging for any relief even from the belt that’s digging into it because it’s under so many layers.

the eyes of the crowds around burning into her almost as badly as her bladder, she has no choice but to keep running because otherwise- psshhhht …otherwise it’ll be more than just a little wet spot. “I’m already leaking” is all she can sob out, to no one in particular. almost curled into a ball with how deep she’s holding herself, she keeps running, or at least she tries to run, to the next bathroom.

little drops just keep dripping out into her panties, until she sees a bathroom sign and freezes, as a torrent gushes out of her for 5 seconds. she shakes and whines trying desperately to get it back under control, to keep going, she’s almost there!! entering the bathroom, she pulls her hands out from between her thighs and tries to really run, seeing the bathroom at all and hearing the sinks being just too much to take.

her eyes are locked onto the open stall, her brain waterlogged with the hours of holding. she’s so close, soaking herself more and more but finding no relief, not yet. trying to turn into the stall, running, with piss soaked shoes wasn’t in her brain at all, until she slips and falls, and ppsssssSSSSHHHHHTT.. inches from proper relief, her distended bladder explodes with the shock of falling. it barely even registers, she can’t even hope to keep quiet, gasping and moaning with the sheer relief washing over her. wave after wave spills out of her, her whole body tingling with pleasurable release, staring at the toilet that was right in front of her, and it finally hits her

she’s laying in a lake of piss, and didn’t make it even a little, and somehow has to hide that all her clothes are now drenched…

but at least she doesn’t need to pee!

mwehehe thanks for reading it’s kind of really wordy but i’m getting back into writing :3 hope you enjoy the thoughts that rattle around my brain there’ll be lots more!

[justmessybottoms]

A middle who wears goodnites, only at night for bedwetting and on long trips, has no problem going potty during the day.

But yet, even after a bath and pulling on a fresh goodnite right before bed, every morning when CG helps the middle change in his underwear, there’s a skid mark in the seat of their pullup. Some days it’s thicker than others, but it’s there every day.

And every so often, the middle wakes up so desperate for a poo, that they make it out of their room to watch cartoons, and awkwardly stay in the living room on all fours, desperately holding back a huge poo. Little toots every other second, sometimes sloppy farts that splatter against the middles padding.

by the time CG wakes up and recognizes the position and instantly guides the middle to the bathroom. Most of the time the middle pulls his soaked goodnite down to their ankles revealing the thick skid mark, and smeared splatters as they sit their on the toilet.

Even once the middle didn’t make it, and exploded in the sweet of their pullup, sloppy mush sliding right between clenched cheeks, and the little staring embarrassed up at their CG, while their bum explodes.

Oh dear, poor middle! They're a big kid, so maybe they're just a bit cocky about their potty training, assuming they'll never have an accident - or maybe the allure of morning cartoons is just too strong! But either way, that goodnite ends up worse for wear every single morning... And CG's probably not awake to counteract it right away!

Thanks for the ask!

[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 🤷‍♀️

[leaky-bunny]

a recent omo fantasy that won't leave my head, college house party edition!

the location is the shared house of some of my friends, and i've spent the evening talking and giggling with the girl i have feelings for as she downs drink after drink. it's not long before she's complaining about needing to pee but not wanting to break the seal yet. i shrug, putting on my best "who cares?" face and tell her to just go. this makes her get pouty, and she insists she doesn't want to be running to the bathroom over and over again for rest of the night, so she'll hold it as long as possible before going.

time passes, and her movements get more and more squirmy as the conversation continues. she's huffing and twisting her long legs together and it takes everything in me not to outright stare. eventually, she lets out a slurred whine and says "m sooo full, but i don' wanna stop talking to youuu~" i, again, suggest she goes to the bathroom, but she frowns before clumsily climbing into my lap and slotting my thigh between her own. i just sit there, stunned for a moment, before she demands i continue talking to her while she keeps holding. the alcohol mushes my brain as i start telling a completely random story, much more focused on the fact that there is a hot, desperate girl in my lap who is actively rubbing slightly against my thigh. she hums along in acknowledgment for a while before resting her head on my shoulder, mouth just inches away from my ear as i hear the shifting of weight pull a small whimper out of her. i stop rambling at this point and just gently rub her back, thankful that the party has settled on a rambunctious game of jack box and is not paying us any attention.

and then i feel it: a little gush of warmth. the girl gasps and tries to squeeze her legs together, but that only presses my thigh further into her core as she squirms and pants. "i need-- i need to go now i think" she says before stumbling back off of my lap. i almost pull her back down, beg her to let me slip my fingers down the front of her damp panties and wring every last drop out of her, but i don't. instead, i watch her hobble away to the bathroom with a sheepish smile and a wet spot on the front of her jeans.

[smolbeansthings-deactivated2025]

Last night I made big pushies in my diapers and couldn't stop feeling them so I had to go to sleep with a stinky full diaper that was constantly being filled periodically before I fell asleep. I woke up to ungodly abdominal pain (thank you ibs) and made more messies. I wish I could've laid there longer, but I had a doctor's appointment, so I had to change into a clean diaper for my ultrasound. On my way to to my appointment I was racked with so much pain while driving, part of me didn't think I'd make it, but alas I arrived with the pain subsided but not completely gone. I was wearing my Stitch Kigarumi since it was so cold that morning and I wanted to wearing something with easy access and comfortability. When I was brought back for my ultrasound I had to unzip my kigarumi and remove it from my shoulders so the nurse could have access to my abdomen and there in lied a blushy mistake on my part. I had changed into one of my abdl diapers instead of my medical diapers so as she lifted my shirt my baby printed diaper was on full display to her. I wanted to die right there. How could I be so stupid >.<

During the course of the ultrasound, the nurse kept pushing on my stomach, making it dangerously close to having an accident right there. I fought with all my might as she continuously pressed on my stomach, gradually making my situation worse by the minute. Eventually, it became too much, with a painful moan I exploded into my diaper right on the exam table. I was mortified at what happened and was going to apologize but was then cut off by her profusely apologizing. I'm guessing she figured that she was the one who caused my accident, which I had to reassure that I was my fault for not being able to hold it (embarrassing to admit). We finished the last bit of the ultrasound before I was able to get up and zip my Kigu back up. I embarrassingly said my goodbye and sorry's before exciting the building.

[emeto-secret-agent]

What’s your favorite scat scenario? Like food poisoning/bug etc and your favorite receptacle besides a normal toilet? Like a bucket or just having an accident and whatnot

Differently bug! I just love a good virus or stomach bug <3 When sickie can't control themself and the huge gushes of hot diarrhea are bursting out of them as if they're just a faucet. They're hot and it's burning and the smell is so awful, but they can't move, it just keeps coming.

Hmm the bucket solution is very lovely (stomach flu my beloved) but most of the time it's the mess for me. I like to fantasize about a situation where sickie is lying in bed, pained and exhausted from the ongoing stomachache and running for the toilet, so when they feel the need again, they can't get themself to get up just yet. They lie there, hugging their stomach until it's too late.

But they don't want to directly mess on the bed (they're lying there for fuck's sake) and the only thing they can do is roll over and stick their ass off the side of the bed. Diarrhea will burst out of them in a matter of seconds, most of it splattering directly on the floor but some of it dripping off their butt and coating the side of the sheets. They can't move, can't do anything, just hug their upset and gurgling middle and groan into the pillow as their body rejects more out of them, the hot waste splattering underneath.

So yeah my little thoughts ♡＾▽＾♡

[gurglesgasgrunts]

Thinking about someone being forced to give a stool sample at the doctor’s office while being observed by the doctor/nurses. They give the doctor a look of surprise when the doctor sets out a bedpan and asks them to squat. They immediately turn red and being protesting, but the thought of pooping and the sudden nervousness causes their stomach to begin churning. “I felt something nice and big in there when I felt your abdominal region earlier,” the doctor shakes his head and grins at the patient. “I’m sure you can push something out.”

Just then, the patient lets out a fart. They begin spluttering. “I don’t- I don’t need to poop, I’m just nervous,” they say. The doctor just smiles more, and sits down on his chair, legs crossed, waiting with his eyes focused on the patient.

They squirm now, mortified. Are they really about to poop in front of the doctor? The more they think about it, the more air seems to chug through their intestines, urging them to force out dry farts.

“There’s no need to be scared,” the doctor says. The patient avoids his eyes and weighs their options while sweat begins to bead on their forehead.

Suddenly their stomach cramps, slightly, but enough that it forces a small grunt from their lips. They look at the doctor, horrified at their moment of weakness. The doctor chuckles. “Come on, just let it out and it will all be over with,” he says. “Sounds like it’s coming soon wether you like it or not.”

They want to burst into frustrated tears as an ache begins to grow in their stomach. Whimpering, they pull off their pants and underwear, feeling cool air brush their skin. Just the act of undressing prepares his bowels for evacuation, and the urge grows immensely stronger within seconds. His breathing quickens as he gets gingerly into a squatting position.

“There we go. Alright, begin whenever you’re ready,” the doctor comes closer in his chair, so he’s eye-level with the patient’s bottom. The patient is practically dripping sweat with the effort to not blast hot farts into the doctor’s face.

“Please can I just be alone?” They squeak out, one more futile attempt to gain privacy. The doctor looks up at their face, smiles gently, and shakes his head.

“Nope, this is how we make sure we’re getting a fresh untampered sample,” he says. “Now come on, let it out.”

The patient’s legs are quaking ever so slightly as a cramp seizes their gut. A long dry fart whistles from their anus as it begins to stretch. They squeeze their eyes shut in shame, muttering incomprehensibly under their breath. “Please, no, please, no, not here,” they whine. Then they’re cut off by their own furious grunt as the urge to bear down becomes overwhelming. “Hhnnnnnnnng!”

They are horrified at their own primal noises. Their eyes open to see the doctor smiling pleasantly at them, then looking down at their doming anus. “Wow, are your movements usually this solid and difficult to get out?” He asks pleasantly.

“Y-yes,” the patient says shamefully. They stare at the doctor with glazed eyes as they begin another push. A loud fart pops out around the brick of poop widening their hole. They grunt loudly again, and it feels so good they almost don’t care that the nurses and other patients outside might hear them. Their stomach pulses with the urge to push as hard as possible to get the poop out. Its fat dry head is beginning to crown now, forcing their anus taut and wider than they’d ever seen it before.

“Good job,” the doctor says as he watches the patient’s bottom open wide for accommodate the load. He looks up into the patient’s glassy eyes, their face contorted in effort, strain, and humiliation. “This is hard work for you, huh?” He asks. The patient gets even redder, deepening their squat by leaning back on their hands and thrusting their pelvis forward. They are launched into another involuntary instinctive push, one that forces an animalistic grunt from their throat. They shake and shudder as the poop reaches its maximum width, bulging forth like a tree trunk from the earth.

“Here it comes,” they grunt out, taking in a massive breath. Their belly muscles tighten and constrict once more, and an almighty groan comes from their lungs. “It’s coming, it’s coming,” they say as the poop inches further out of their bum, rocky and glinting in the light. Finally it thuds into the bedpan, and the patient lets out an unencumbered sigh of relief.

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[justmessybottoms]

The messing while sitting down post - that’s what I love so much about car seat messes!! The seatbelt harness makes movement so restricted that little can’t really lift up their bum to mess like in normal chairs, and it’s not as easy to let them out so they can run off to their favorite messing spot like if it was a high chair holding them down. They have to push, grunt, squirm, and inevitably just deal with the fact that their poop is going to be really struggling to find space to settle into and they might end up with a blowout if mommy doesn’t get them to their destination quick!

Oh of course - car seat messing is a special type of embarrassing! Little can't barely even lift up their bottom to let the poop out, and there's almost no space in their diaper! Even worse if little is crying and wailing and throwing a fit the whole time, and the smell of their stinkies gradually escaping reminds mommy that she needs to be QUICK unless she wants to spend a long time cleaning the car later...

Thanks for the ask!

[weee99]

Current horny thoughts are about someone only partially being able to relieve themselves.

Either they’ve gotten themselves stuck on the toilet with a horrible constipated bellyache, keeled over on the toilet as they wiggle around and pathetically attempt to push something out.

Or, it’s diarrhea that’s plaguing them. They have no hope to leave the toilet anytime soon, waves of sloppy mess periodically leaving their poor worn out body.

Whichever it is, the toilet is their sanctuary right now. They need a space to be ill and uncomfortable while their body attempts to sort itself out…loudly.

A knock at the door startles them, hole clenching in surprise, cute little toots seeping out still, his body none too happy about being interrupted.

To their horror, it’s their friend who immediate makes it very clear that if they aren’t let in within the next minute, they will make a mess of themselves.

He could sympathize with that feeling, and would feel terrible to be the reason his friend has an accident. So. With a final push, he squeezes out whatever nugget of shit or liquidy expulsion he’d been working on, cleans up, and leaves the bathroom.

He looks at himself in the mirror quick before heading out. He’s pale. Hair is sticking to his forehead, and he can feel his legs wobbling underneath him. The idea of leaving his bathroom makes his tummy tremble, but he relinquishes his previous privacy. His friend looked about ready to hug him as he opened the door.

His friend is accident free and taking their precious time. So, with a hand on his upset stomach, he all but drags himself to the couch. He’s curled up as he desperately clenches, counting the minutes and telling himself that his friend has to be almost done. As his desperation climbs, he clasps a hand over his butt, lips wobbling as he feels gas vibrate against his hand.

Eventually the pressure is too much, and he’s forced to finish his hard movement in his own living room. Maybe his friend leaves the bathroom just as he loses control. And they watch as a hard stump pokes against their pants. Their butt is pointed towards them as they’re still curled in a fetal position on the couch. They watch as they make tiny whines and grunts, clearly struggling with what’s stretching them open. They step forward some more and see tears running down his tightly shut eyes. They’re about to say something, but are cut off by a hitch in their friends voice, followed by a strained grunt. The little bump in their pants is suddenly more of a mound, their selfless friend had completely messed himself.

Or, if he has a runny tummy instead. He barely makes it a few minutes before his hole loosens and leaks out tiny sharts. It was impossible to stop anything with how much pressure was built up inside of him. He slides down onto floor to minimize damage. There’s never actually a full release of mess, just small sludgy squirts that just barely relieve the pressure. He’s left squirming as not even minutes after the pressure mounts again and he’s forced to let out another. He has what feels like a bag of oatmeal in his pants by the time his friend leaves the bathroom, looking terribly relieved untill they spot their friends sniveling form on the floor.

[weee99]

Hot tub shenanigans

Hello!! Wanted to start posting some stories here, I have been lurking a while and want to contribute to the little community that’s here. I hope you enjoy!

Tw for scat duh, I’ll put the first story I have below! :3

A sat with B in the hot tub, relaxing after a long day for the both of them. It was late at night, and they were in a rather secluded area, so they decided to skinny dip. As they relaxed in the warm water, B was struck with a fun thought. They went over to go sit on A’s lap. B made themselves comfortable, grinding a little bit on A and a shocked grunt from him made B smirk. Unbeknownst to B, A had been forcefully pushed directly onto a water jet when sitting on his lap. A gave a pained grunt as his hole stretched around the plastic of the jet and water rushed inside of him. He frantically tried to squirm away, but each time he tried B would grind hard against his cock and hold him there. He felt his stomach grow warm as the jet continued to push liquid into him.

The cramps started soon after, A leaned back just enough to grab his poor tummy as it gurgled at him angrily. B, still blissfully unaware, had moved on from grinding and was gently teasing A’s dick against them, why was he hard?? The duel stimulation was overwhelming for A, they could only sit back and give dazed whines and moans as he entered B. His belly continued to stretch and gurgle with all the water entering him. His hands gripped at his stomach as another wave of cramps hit him, he felt slightly nauseous at the feeling of his belly slowly growing beneath his palms. B was quickening their pace and after of few minutes of this torture, A could tell they were close. A removed their hands from their stomach and wrapped them around B, holding on for dear life as they writhed and gasped above him, their back bowing as they came. A took advantage of the extra space provided and slammed into B, finally freeing himself from the jet. B sat atop of A, relaxed and content.

A tried to ignore the pressure in his body and put all his focus on clenching his ass shut. B had put their suit back on and exited the hot tub, not wanting to be seen naked by their neighbors. A did the same, having to pause several times as his hole quivered and let out the tiniest bits of liquid and gas. A had successfully made his way down the tubs small steps and was so, so close to reaching a bathroom and exploding in privacy. B had just gone inside when a strong cramp made A double over, an uncontrollable gush of water shooting past his hole and into his swim trunks. The force of it pushing the fabric out. A cringes as a loud bursts of gas follow, forcing themselves out in between bursts of water.

A’s face pales as the water suddenly gives way to something more solid, pushing insistently at his ass, make it flutter as it attempted to push out the offending waste. A drops to a squat and press his hand against his ass. An involuntary grunt brings the slimy head to a crown, and A realized with horror that it’s been a while since he’d last gone. A tended to have rather sparse bowel movements, every 3 or more days ending with him on the toilet; hole and tummy aching something fierce as poop slowly inched its way out of his small intestine , lowly stretching the sphincter inside of him and teasing the one outside. Those sessions took a half hour at least, he was stuck here. this was humiliating.

Rhythmic contractions had him wheezing as the load simply twitches in his open hole, refusing to come out any further. He grunts desperately as the log slides out a little with each involuntary push. He could feel it mushing against his palm he had shoved desperately onto his ass. He had been constipated for about 5 days now, this was so, so bad.

“No, NO please I-Unghh” the poop had peeled past his ass enough that it had met the resistance of his tight swim trunks, slowing down its progression.

“Haa-hnngh” A grunted as the logs movement stalled, causing water and gas to push around the shit holding him open. With tears in his eyes and face burning, he pushed the waistband of his trunks down to accommodate the load, his panicked mind not even considering removing them entirely. He just wanted this humiliating ordeal over with. His hands went back up his stomach, still somehow nearly as big as it was before, how much water was in him still??

He fought another cramp as his asshole trembled around the log still halfway out of his ass. He hadn’t lost hope that he could still make it to a bathroom once he got his cramps and the absurd amount of water flowing from his ass under control. A loud wet fart and the sound of his poop shooting into the back of his pants shatter that hope. He barely had time to register it before another log is opening him up, quickly breaching and tenting fabric.

“I can’t stop it, it’s coming out! I don’t wanna poop my pantsSungh-nnngh” he rambled quietly to no one, eyes burning with tears. the poop forced its way into his stretchy swim trunks, bringing with it a nasty rush of water and sharts. The force of it caused A so slip from their crouch and fall back, his back slamming against the outside of the hotub. A winced as the change in positioned made his stomach wobble and press heavily into him. From this position A could see their shorts fill with water once again, gas gurgling sickeningly in the waterlogged fabric. Another round of solid poop had him grunting wildly as his body focused on getting everything out of him. Softer cables of shit squelched into his pants, molding into any available space. He watched mortified as loud cracking came from his pants, and he could see all the shit slowly making its way to his leg holes.

“Ugh-grnnt” the muscles in his tummy were starting to hurt from the amount of pushing, especially now that his pants were full and his ass was still pumping out shit, the smooth paste mashing against the older poop and trying to force it out of the way. A’s face paled in horror as they heard the door slide open, just as a sickening splat signaled a reprieve in their shitting. B opened the door to find A with his back up against the wall, swim trunks filled to the brim with waste while solid nuggets and sludge oozed out the sides.

“Hun!” B crouched next to A, shock and concern emanating from their voice,

“Are you okay?” Their soothing tone relaxed A, they weren’t mad, just concerned. A loud gurgle from A’s belly caused their eyes to widen. Not knowing what else to do, B brings a hand to A’s belly, hoping they can stop whatever is hurting his poor tummy. Their hand massaged over slightly hard skin, glorps and grumbles vibrating their hand. B’s kindness causes the tears that had been in A’s eyes since the start of this to well over, he sobbed and hugged A as small gushes of water still squirted from his clenched anus. Judging by how swollen A’s belly was (which left B wondering how it got so swollen) he definitely wasn’t done.

[weee99]

Thinking about space / sci-fi and messing...

A cute, plump space pilot, so nervous about his first time at the controls that he shoots hot mush into his special absorbent pants. The ship's robots bend him over and spray him dry, but he's crying so hard he doesn't hear the team comforting him.

A tough commander on an intergalactic battleship, struck down with space-flu during a mission. He soldiers on, gritting his teeth and biting his lip, but it keeps on coming, and soon his precious uniform is stained and stinking.

An astronaut landing on the moon only to realise the rehydrated tacos they ate on the ship are doing a number on their bowels; at their first step it unleashes, ballooning out their suit, and they have to call for backup to air out the smell.

I did some research for this one lol.

First of all, love the idea of a machine being the one to clean up the mess. There’s no comfort, just mechanical movements as someone is humiliatingly scrubbed down and cleaned up at their lowest. They still feel terrible and they’re also being spread by the ships cleaning system. They try to wiggle away as the wet wipes being used sting their rim, but they’re held fast by cold, metal claws. They cry silently as their belly lets out some warning rumbles, they might be stuck like this for a while

It turns out that space diapers are a thing! So I love the idea of someone trying to tough out an illness, but they’re having such violent shits that it overloads the diaper they have in their suit. These things are supposed to be crazy absorbent, and pull away moisture from the body to reduce discomfort. So there would have to be a craaazy amount spilling out of someone for it to cause a leak. Maybe it happens in one big rush of chunky liquid, too fast for the absorbent material to catch. Or maybe it’s small nuggets and bursts of liquid here and there that cause it to overflow. Either way you have to be feeling pretty nasty to shit that much

I have some ideas of my own as well >:):

-Toilets in space look like they use vacuums to operate, so suction pulls waste away from you and keeps things from floating around. That has to feel so weird. If you’re super constipated does the suction help you and kinda like, pull it out? Imagine an astronaut has been trying to hold for their entire trip (that seems to be the general goal from what I’ve read). They have a ridiculous amount of waste in them, and since the body only has its own peristalsis to rely on without gravity, it’s likely a while before they feel the need to go. Even when they do, they still try to hold on since using the bathroom up there is so awkward. There’s a dark brown lump sitting riiight at the edge of their sphincter, occasional twitches of discomfort bringing it to a turtlehead. They feel so stuffed and sluggish that they eventually resign themselves to use the odd toilet. The suction they feel when their ass meets the seat makes them yelp. They can’t help the heady moan that leaves their mouth as they feel the bizarre sensation of a thick log being almost sucked out of them. It feels like it’s being pulled straight from their intestines. They leave the bathroom feeling quite flustered and confused. Maybe they continue to hold it as long as they can on future trips, they tell themselves that it’s what everyone there does! It has nothing to do with how good the toilet pulling at their rim feels, or how blissfully empty they fell afterwards.

-adding on to that, what about someone with a sick tummy on the same toilet. The suction would probably start to hurt after a while! Pulling and tugging at their swollen rim while they wait for another round of mush to explode out of them. They cry out and wiggle at the sensation, but the leg bands that keep them secured to the toilet hold them fast. There’s not much they go do but snivel and fart as they wait to feel better, poor guy :((

-Back on the space diaper thing. What if you catch a stomach bug in space? I imagine the astronaut would do their best to remain as unassuming as possible. But as they leave for a long spacewalk, they notice their stomach hurts. It feels a little swollen against their suit. They assume it’s just the change in diet and tries to ignore it. But eventually they’re in a position where they have to force out these nasty waves of hot liquid into their suit. They try to be as discreet as possible. Their farts don’t really make a sound, thank god, but they bubble horribly against the mess in their pants. Another round of cramping guts bring them to their knees, and they have to quietly admit to their coworker that they think they’re sick.

-Last one! Apparently samples of waste will be bought back from space for testing. Also, before we had the toilet we do now using the bathroom in space was rough. From what I saw, what was used was essentially a tight pair of pants with a condom like tube in the back. Imagine some poor astronaut taking a shameful shit in one of these, pushing as hard as they can to get it over with. They tie it up, grimacing at the warm feel of their waste trying to float out of the bag. It is then shamefully handed over to scientists at home. They try not to blush as they give them a bag of their own waste.

I have included some sourced below if anyone is interested lol, thank you so much for the ask! This one was fun ☺️

Also I apologize if the writing is a little rushed. I wrote this earlier but the website crashed when I tried to upload it, so I had to re write the whole thing ;-;

[violetthetired]

I need someone to straddle my face and completely let go and use me like a toilet. I wanna feel their piss streaming down my face. I wanna feel their warmth while they use me for my true purpose. I also wanna feel them dropping all of their shit out like an animal onto my face. By the end, all I want to know is the humiliation of them completely ruining me and soiling me too badly for anyone else to want.

I don't want to be seen as human anymore. I just want to be seen as a place for someone to piss and shit on.

[sicktummies]

Sickie cramping so bad they have to double over and curl up while lying down in bed. They were trying to rest but the urge to go hit badly and they're sure if they get up or move they'll have an accident right there, so they try to hold it in at first. But they need to go so badly and their bey feels like it's being twisted with each spasm and cramp, whatever is in their belly wants out, NOW, and they really cant hold it in anymore, so in a desperate attempt they balled up their blanket and pressed it against their ass so they can stop fighting the spasms.

The first spasm brings their entire belly inwards and let out a series of bad gas, and they start truly leaking diarrhea into the blanket, soiling mush right through their pants. They just hope the fabric can hold it all in...

[littlespacecub]

Forced agere but your new dad doesn’t get mad at you and always treats you like his baby, no matter what your headspace is

Of course you’re not going to just give in immediately, he knows that, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to entertain the notion that you’re an adult

You’d cry a lot in the beginning and say things that made him a bit sad, “Let me go. I hate you, I don’t wanna be here, I wanna go home” but he knows you don’t really mean it. You’re just scared, new places are hard for little baby brains to handle “Oh I know baby, shh shh… Papa’s here, it’s okay bub” you wiggle and hit but he just holds you down in his lap and against his chest. “No no, we don’t hit baby, that’s not nice, okay?”

He doesnt act like your fighting and attempts to escape are at all intentional, you just dont know better. “Ah-ah! Don’t run away from Daddy please. If you wanna go outside, you have to ask nicely and hold papa’s hand.” “Let me go! Please I just wanna go home I don’t wanna be here! Let me go!” “I know you wanna see all the pretty flowers and birds, but you have to be a good boy. It’s dangerous if you wander off without me, bub”

Even through all the crying and screaming his voice is soft and he’s gentle. Overtime you just stop saying that stuff, he’s heard it a thousand times already anyways. There’s no need to pretend to be small, he’ll treat you as such anyways and it’s getting easier to feel yourself slip. Tired from crying as he holds you against him and you lean your head on his shoulder while he rocks you.

There’s not much to do, so you color and arrange your toys even if a few days earlier you said you’d rather stare at a wall than act like a baby. He doesn’t comment on any of those changes either, he just says how pretty your picture is when he comes to check on you. If you decide to not play tomorrow, embarrassed by him noticing, he just picks you up and sets you on his lap while he reads (out loud, of course, babies should be read to often).

You’ll always be his little boy even if you insist you’re not. Little kids always like to pretend to be bigger than they really are. Papa loves you because you’re you, his sweet boy <3

[roughribo]

*Sees mutual post and looks at the post.

*Post is a genuinely good post or piece of smut.

*Checks original poster to see if it's safe to reblog.

*Original poster is a minor account.

*Sighs and reports the account, messages the moot so they know to delete it and contact who they reblogged from.

Great. Now me and my partner can't enjoy this post AND I have to do work now. Gotta report and warn people. Should you find yourself in a situation like this, remember that it's a BRDN:

Block the underage blog.

Report the underage blog if it's a nsfw blog.

Delete any post from it.

Notify any mutual who posted from it.

Block, Report, Delete, Notify. In whichever order, this isn't necessarily in sequential order, this is just in an order I can remember: B.R.D.N. Don't be a BRDN.

If you're a minor stay off nsfw tumblr. Not only is it dangerous, it has consequences for others around you, and it BRDN's those of us trying to run nsfw blogs as ethically and safely as we can.

And if you've accidentally reblogged something but didn't realize the OP was underage, BRDN it as soon as you're notified. I've definitely had that happen when reblogging from mutuals I trust before.