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What has been your hardest change? Like in public or at home? Anyway love the blog post more please!
Oooooh! Uh..I haven’t really had a change that was too challenging. Maybe It’s still coming?😈
see if this works... the other link was taking me to some persons X profile that had my name but without the underscores idk why.
Soaking that fresh diapee
Ugh I wish you could see it more 😔
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“Noo…I’m sorry…” He’s wiping his eyes again.
“It’s okay. It was just a little accident. We’re just going to take your pull-up off and get you a new one, okay?”
I make him stand on the pad I’ve pulled out onto the floor while I undo his fly. He’s still trying desperately to wipe his eyes, but the tears are coming too fast now, dripping down his chin and leaving wet marks on the front of his shirt.
“Okay, step out. It’s okay to stop wiping your eyes. It’ll be easier if you put your hands on my shoulders, okay? It’s okay if you cry. We can wash your face later.”
He’s cooperative as I wipe him down and he helps me with his lotion. “I don’t know why I still need this stuff.”
“It’s okay. You’re just a little bit behind. We don’t need to worry about why. Maybe it’s just because you’re just a little bit on the soft and sensitive side.”
I meet his eyes. “That’s not a bad thing. It’s a good thing to be sensitive.”
He helps me with the new pull-up and we get his pants back on. “At least it didn’t leak,” he says quietly.
“That’s right; it was just a small accident. Just remember to try and make it to the bathroom next time, okay? You can tell me if you need help.”
“I don’t know why I can’t do it,” he says, and tears are starting to form in his eyes again.
“It’s okay! I didn’t mean to make it sound like you need to be able to get to the bathroom on time. It’s okay if you have another accident.”
Now we go in the bathroom and he sits on the counter while I wash his face. He squeezes his eyes shut and grimaces as I rub them with the washcloth.
“Let’s go out to the kitchen, okay? We can have a snack.”
He nods and grabs my hand as soon as he’s down from the counter.
We go into the kitchen and he sits down at the table, drawing his knees up to his chest. I open the cupboard and bring down a box of alphabet cookies and two sectioned plates. I get his sippy cup from the clean dish rack and open the fridge.
“Which juice do you want? Do you want the apple mango one? Or the cranberry one you got yesterday?”
“Cranberry,” he says quietly, and I take it out and set it next to the cookies and plates on the counter.
“I can pour it out myself,” he says quietly.
“No, not this time. You spilled yesterday, remember?”
He looks away, fidgeting with the tablecloth. I pour out cookies into both plates and also add some sugar snap peas from the fridge. I set his down in front of him, with his juice.
I sit down next to him and we start eating. He blushes every time I look at him while he’s drinking from his sippy cup.
“Does that feel good?”
“Does what feel good?” he asks, coughing a little at the end of the sentence.
“Drinking from your cup.”
“Uhhh…”
“Are you feeling better? Or do you need me to come over there and sit you on my lap?”
He raises a hand to his mouth, picking at his lip with his thumb.
“Okay.” I stand up and pull out his chair, helping him stand while I sit down. I pull him into my lap and wrap my arms around his waist.
We sit in silence for a few minutes while we both eat off his plate, until he suddenly squirms and tries to stand up, knocking his knee on the bottom of the table.
“Oww!”
“Are you okay? What’s going on?”
“I’m peeing!” he gasps, and I can feel it quickly soaking through his pull-up. Warm pee saturates his pants and quickly soaks through mine, too.
“Don’t try to stand up again,” I tell him, pulling him back down. “These chairs are easy to wipe down. I don’t want you to have to mop up a trail of pee from here to the bathroom today. Just keep going.”
I can’t see his face but I can tell he’s all red again. The hissing slows and stops.
“Are you done?” I feel another trickle immediately, soaking down to my skin again.
He shakes his head, squeezing his legs together as the last few spurts come out.
“Now are you all done?”
He nods and I scoot the chair back, pulling him up under his armpits.
“I’m sorry…” he says again.
“You’re all good. Do you just need your nighttime diaper now? We could try one more pull-up, but it seems like it’s kind of hard for you today. That was two accidents in just about an hour.”
He wipes his eyes again and I pull him closer to me and brush his tears away with my sleeve. “It’s okay. We can do a diaper and PJs. You should take a shower first, okay?” I pull away from him. “Do you need help in the shower? Okay. I thought so.”
He slips his hand into mine again and we find ourselves back in the bathroom. “Let’s get these sticky pants off. I’ll take mine off, too. Oh, you got a little on my shirt. We have some laundry to do.”
He places the wet clothes in a pile on the tile floor and stands on the bath mat, rubbing one foot over the other and looking shy.
“Can you turn the water on and warm it up?”
He nods and turns around, bending over a little while he fiddles with the shower knobs.
“Okay, let’s clean you up first.” I reach for his monkey bath mit.
Once we’re finishing with the shower, I take him to our room and help him lie down on his changing mat, but not before pulling a PJ shirt over his head. “Do you want to go on the tablet while I change you?”
He nods, and I get it down from the shelf, along with a pacifier for him. He doesn’t protest at all when I sneak it into his mouth. I unlock the tablet with the password (that he doesn’t get to know) and pass it to him. He swiped through the apps a couple of times before finding the puzzle game he likes.
He’s a lot calmer as I rub cream along the insides of his thighs and his bottom. I can hear the very faint music and sound effects of his game. The sucking sound he’s making on the pacifier is a little louder.
“There. All done. Let’s get PJ pants on.”
He hands the tablet back to me and I put it back in its place on the shelf.
He makes sure I’m giving him matching PJ pants. He got really upset once when I changed him into a mismatched set when he was half-asleep.
“Are these ones good?”
He nods and takes out his pacifier. “Yeah, these ones are good.”
“Soft, too, huh? Do they feel good on your diaper? Not too tight?”
He shakes his head, pacifier back in his mouth and one hand pressing the shield against his lips.
He takes my hand once again as we walk out to the living room.
“Okay, can you go pick out a book from the shelf?”
He kneels in front of his bookshelf and I sit down on the couch, looking through my phone for soft music to put on the speaker.
He comes back holding the big book about birds and reptiles that he loves. I put my arms around him as he gets situated on my lap and reach my arms under his to take the book from him.
“Can you see the pictures okay?”
He nods, leaning his head back against my shoulder so that I can start reading.
We finish the book as I ask him if he wants another. He nods, taking the book from me and trotting back over to the shelf. He comes back with a storybook and we get comfortable again.
We’re halfway through when he wiggles on my lap and takes his pacifier out.
“All good?”
“I peed.”
“That’s okay; that’s going to happen. Just let me know if you need to go #2, okay? I know it’s been a little bit, and we can change you into a new diaper.”
“Mommyyyy,” he complains.
“Okay, okay, I know it’s embarrassing to talk about that. Where was I? This page?” He points to the next sentence and I start reading again, but he’s still wiggly.
“Are you sure you don’t need to poop?”
He shakes his head.
“Not sure?”
“No, I’m pretty sure I do need to…”
“It’s a good thing you’ve got a diaper on. Do you need me to rub your stomach?”
He nods, pushing on his pacifier again. I set the book down on the couch next to us and gently slip my hand up his shirt. He shivers.
“Cold?”
I start to gently rub and push on his lower belly and he makes a little sound like clearing his throat.
“Don’t force it. It’s going to come out when it needs to.”
He pushes a little again and I can feel something starting to press against my thigh.
“There. Now you’re going.” He reaches one hand down his pajamas and starts rubbing the front of his diaper, like he usually does when he goes #2. At least, I think so. I’m not sure whether or not he masturbates when he goes in the toilet, but I really, really wouldn’t be surprised.
He’s still pushing. “It’s kind of hard,” he says, making that little throat noise again. He grabs my forearm with his other hand, pushing up.
“Almost done?”
He nods.
“Are you going to have another kind of accident in your diaper, too?”
“No!!”
“No? You’re rubbing on your diaper a lot. Do you want to use my thigh instead?”
He shakes his head vigorously.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, it’s kind of embarrassing when I…”
“What? When you hump me through your diaper? It’s fine, dude. You’re already pooping yourself. That’s not too embarrassing. Getting off isn’t embarrassing, either.” He sits up on his knees and turns around, straddling my thigh.
“No, let’s take your PJ pants off first. That’ll help. And you won’t rip the seam again.”
He helps me pull them down.
“You’re going to need to stand up to get them all the way off. I know you’re really eager, but we can’t do it unless you’re just wearing your diaper, okay?“
He stands up, legs trembling, and kicks his pants off. He’s still massaging the front of his diaper as he gets himself sitting over my leg again.
“There we go. It’s okay. The diaper is already dirty, anyway.”
He starts to pant, hands on my shoulders.
“You’ve got it. You’ve got it.”
“I’m going.”
“Good. Just keep grinding through it. It’ll feel good.”
“I-I’m—it’s a lot!”
“That’s okay. I’ve got you.”
He gasps and lets his head drop onto my shoulder.
“Okay, do we need to get you changed one last time before we turn in? We can finish the story in bed.” He slides off me and I stand up, picking up the storybook and his PJ pants up from the floor.
“You don’t need to be carried to the bedroom, do you?”
He shakes his head, finally standing up off the couch. He grabs my hand one last time as we walk back to the bedroom.
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I have a very hot scenario/story/AU for you. It's pretty long, but trust me, it's worth it.
You know the whole thing of "in the past, fatness was considered attractive because it meant you could afford loads of food?" I'm imagining a monarchic/hierarchal society that runs like that, right? A society with loads of lords and dukes and earls and kings and counts and all that stuff, and all of them try to be as fat as possible. The bigger they are, the more respected. While the positions are all inherited, often new land or new powers will be granted to whoever has amassed the most weight, and meanwhile someone slimmer may find that their lands and estates are reduced.
Enter our protagonist. He's in line to be king in this society. There's one problem: he cannot for the life of him gain any weight. He's always been scrawny and skinny. Maybe his metabolism is just fast, maybe his thyroid is fucked; he has no idea, because they don't have that kind of modern medicine. But what he does know is that as is, he'll never get to ascend to the throne. Best case scenario, he gets asked to abdicate to one of his family members who are more than capable of taking the throne in his place. Worst case scenario, someone simply kills him. No one as willowy as him can rule. The entire kingdom would be a laughing stock.
Until one day, he gets backed up. He's never been especially prone to constipation. He's not familiar with the experience. But this time, maybe it's something he ate, or maybe his bowels just got in a bad mood, but he can't pass anything at all. As the days pass and he fails to get anything out, he begins to notice his waistline expanding. By the time his ailment has reached nearly a week, some of the people in the castle are looking at him with something almost bordering on respect. It appears to the outsider that for the first time in his life, he's actually managed to put some meat on his bones. And sure, a constipation bloat isn't exactly the ideal way to put on size—his arms still resemble twigs, and even his cheeks are hollow—it's the only option he has. And maybe, just maybe, if he can keep it up, it will be enough to spare him his life.
His stomach cramps and tenses, and his gas is foul, but he ignores it. The potbelly is worth the price. When he finally gets the urge, he stays where he is and squeezes his cheeks together. He can't afford to let this go. He knows he'll have to let something out eventually, if only so he can shove more food in, but he's going to put it off for as long as possible.
When the time finally comes, he only pushes out two inches of the thickest turd he's ever seen before pinching it off. Then he squeezes his anus tight. He hopes it's enough to keep him off his chamber pot for another week. His belly is still heavy, full, and round, and he intends to keep it that way.
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love this 🤤 always so good when you can visibly see someone backed up from their shit, and this poor guy has a lot of reasons to hold back 👀 would also be hot if he got into the habit of only letting out the tiniest amounts whenever the cramping gets too bad—his now permanently gaped hole from the massive load in his rectum twitching open just enough to let out a few dry hard pebbles before tightening again. anything to get that crown, right? 🥴
Been taking some fiber gummy supplements lately (maybe overdosing for fun) and the past few days my gut has been constantly gurgling and grumbling. I’ve been ripping thick, bassy, rank, healthy farts several times an hour and its sooo hot 🤤 I love feeling my belly work through all the fiber and water I put in her every day, the gurgles and grumbles always sound like a draining bathtub right before I have to let one go, and I woke up and immediately ripped a 4 second long fart that made my belly deflate a little. As I’m writing this, I just took a very gassy shower and now I’m about to eat breakfast and take more fiber to get my belly going again for my (very physically busy) day at work. I was carrying some boxes upstairs the other day and a HUGE fart slipped out of me completely on accident, would be a shame if that happened again today 🥰
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such a shame 😳😵💫 hhhhh ripping ass in the shower just to pack in more fibre and hopefully rip ass even more at work 🤤 do I want to be you or just a coworker who happens to hear you? undecided. nothing better than being so bloated with gas and just letting them go, so relieving 😌💚
Cw desperate poopies
Pleeeaaase lemme innnn!!!
I wont pretend to be potty trained again, i swearrr!!
I cant hold ittttt,,,,,,
Hnnnnghh,,,, 😖😖
Happy BDF!😖
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Hopefully this diaper will last me the rest of the day 🤔
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Isn't it nice to have a maid around?
Hes so fucking cute I gotta draw Cate again
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