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Damn he is strong, but the smell is stronger
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Notice: this story is longer than I usually write and I may have made some grammar or spelling mistakes. Please, don't be harsh on me.
Hi everyone, my name is Clark and I want to share a really weird experience that happened between me and my father's best friend Dan.
Uncle Dan is my father's best friend. They've known each other since childhood and always had each other's back. When I was born uncle Dan become like a real uncle to me. He always played with me and my toys. It almost felt like it was a natural thing for him to build castles out of toy cubes and other childish stuff, he even let me play his babysitter in game of pretend, where I would change his invisible diapers and feed him on imaginary high chair. In short he was always on the same page as me and he was the greatest uncle I could ever imagine.
As I grew older our bond with each other become even stronger, I really like to spend my time with dad and uncle Dan in our backyard, they've taught me how to do mechanics, wood work, plumbing and lots of other useful skills. Thanks to them I know how to be a man!
But, there were some things I found a bit weird in uncle Dan's behavior. He was really close with my dad, like weirdly close! He always insisted on them removing their shirts off and I noticed him staring at my dad's bulge a lot of times, however, it's hard not to, men in our family are all giants down there. On top of that I never seen him with a girlfriend or any women except my mom, who could sometimes join them. Another weird thing that I noticed was the odd smell surrounding him pretty often. It was like a fart smell with mix of something sweet, like a toilet that was sprayed with air freshener or something like that. Even though, I noticed those quirks I never paid much attention to them. "We are having good time together, why bother myself with such things" I thought to myself. And I would have thought like this in the future as well, if not for recent event.
You see, I am 23 and I am still living at my parents house. I want to move into bigger city and live in my own place. I am a grown man after all. So, I've been working as a fix it man around the town to earn money but this month was dearth of work. I grew a bit anxious about it and I think my dad noticed that because uncle Dan suddenly invited me to work with him on building a brand new cottage house. And of course I accepted his offer. The sum of money were high and I could also spend some time with uncle Dan.
I quickly packed my stuff and moved to uncle's Dan House, as he was living near working place. Every morning he cooked us breakfast and pack our lunch in big black bag, than we would drove to a small clearing in the middle of the forest not far from the main road. A quite place, yet it's not that far from the town. The job was simple, we cut down trees to make enough space for the house. And thanks to uncle Dan the job was going quickly as well. I've never seen him take a break except for lunch. Which I can't say for myself. We drank a lot to cope with the heat, and my bladder was constantly on edge to burst, so I had to take frequent toilet breaks. By evening we would finish work for the day and go to Uncle Dan's house. Driving home with Uncle Dan was a challenge for my nose, I often joked about him being a fart and how he should keep the car windows open all the time. Also I noticed how weirdly shaped were his pants, they've been kinda round on his butt, yet once again I decided to ignore it.
On lunch breaks we often chatted about different topics while drinking some cold beer and sitting on stumps. Usually these were jokes or things related to work, during one of these breaks Uncle Dan drank too much and starded to talk about me and my dad. "Doug, there is one thing I always wanted to say to you " He called me by my fathers name and I had to remind him that my name is Clark " Oh shit, I am sorry Clark. It's hard to believe that you are the same little boy I used to play with. You become so big and strong just like your father, heck it's hard for me to distinguish who is who" He laughed. "This is going to sound a little weird, but when you were little I was a little jealous of you. Doug was such a master at parenting that I wanted to be on the changing table myself." It was indeed weird but It was clear that he was drunk and didn't realize what he was saying plus he looked sad that my dad started to hang out less with him and focused more on me and mom.
"Alright, that's enough of chit-chat, we still have a work to do" He said and started standing up. That's when I heard a ripping sound, his jeans probably got caught on a twig or something like that. He was drunk enough to not be bothered by that and just went for a chainsaw. And as he put his leg on a log, I finally saw the source of odd smell and reason why his butt looked so round. A large diaper covered in various childish prints was sticking out of a hole in his pants. And it was obvious to me that uncle Dan used it not only for wetting... To say that I was shocked is to say nothing. And than I said something I couldn't ever imagine I would say again in my life.
"Ugh.. Uncle Dan, I think your diaper needs to be changed.. " He placed his hand on a bulging out of his pants diaper and squished it for about 10 seconds. He moved his fingers slowly making each press stronger and stronger, some of the diaper filling started to squeeze out of ripped diaper and uncle Dan let out a quite moan. It was clear that he enjoyed the feeling of his own mess pressing against his skin.
"Yeah, I made a huge poopy in it" He said and gave his sagging diaper three light pats. I watched as his poopy diaper swayed back and forth for a second. "Could you please help to change me, I don't think I know how to do it right, Doug." Once again he called me by my father's name but I decided not to correct him that time. I approached him and ordered to put chainsaw down, he was too drunk to use it anyway and it was clear to me that today we have to finish work way earlier. He did as I said, and looked at me waiting for me to continue. I got down on one knee and put his pants down freeing the rest of the diaper. A strong sent of urine had hit my nose, he was soaked too.
"Yeah, those pants are no use anymore. C'mon uncle tell me you have spare pants on you"
"I don't, I have fresh diapers though. In the back of my car. Change me there!"
"Ok, let's head to the car than " I moved into the cars direction but uncle Dan remained on the same spot. I called him but he just nodded his head . "I want you to carry me there" What's with sudden change in behavior? For some reason uncle Dan started to act not like he was a man in his late 40's but as an annoying toddler! I picked him in my arms and I could swear he pooped his diaper even more as I was carrying him to his car.
I opened the back of his Jeep car and took all needed changing supplies out of the bag that was in there. Than I put uncle Dan on a changing mat. while I was opening a new diaper and preparing wipes I noticed that uncle Dan was staring at me, so I decided to give him a little smile to cheer him up a bit and his face become bright red. I swear, I never had a thing for uncle Dan, but when I saw him blushing like that my heart started to race!
That thrill in my heart didn't last long, however. Because when I opened his diaper I realized that this man is a freaking stinking monster. I don't know what he puts in his meals but I literally started to tear up from the stench. I was about to leave him there in his own shit but than I started to say to myself " Imagine you are just playing babysitter again, imagine you are just playing babysitter again! " I repeated those words like a mantra and it's actually helped a bit.
As I was cleaning uncle's Dan butt with wipes he started to say more weird stuff in his drunk delusion. He kept calling me Doug, and wanted me to put the thickest diaper in the world on him and than give him a horsie ride and lots of other humiliating stuff, he also tried to masturbate but as he was drunk his dick was to no use. I got a bit overwhelmed by his behavior and asked him " Uncle Dan, do you understand what's going on right now? " And he gave me only logical reply in his state.
"Of course I do! I am in a dream, so quit acting weird and put me in my baby diapers! And than call me good boy"
I put uncle Dan in a fresh diaper and than drove us back to his place. I helped him to get to the bed and put some pajama pants on him too. Thankfully he fell asleep quickly. Than I went to the bed myself to get some rest too. I had so many things to process and I still don't know how I feel about that day. On the morning uncle Dan acted as usual even though he clearly experience hangover and blushed a little bit when he saw me while breakfast. Perhaps, he really thinks it was all just a dream. And now I don't know what to do... Should I keep it "a dream" or should I call him out the next time he would poop himself in front of me? I kinda liked to take care of him...
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You was so proud of yourself, you finally made it to the urinals and can use the potty as the big boy you are! You put a hand on friends shoulder, he was sure you won't make it but you clearly proof him wrong. Your triumph thoughts got interrupted by your bros hand squishing you butt:
"Sorry to tell you, but I think you forgot one crucial step big guy" He smirked and continued to pee in his urinal. What does he mean, you thought than a warmth started to fill up your crouch with loud hissing sound. Your diaper was still on and you was wetting it right in front of strangers. "What! It can't be true, I clearly put it down! " You said out loud.
"Well, better luck next time, I guess" Your bro chuckled as he shook off his big dick and proceed to go and wash his hands.
You quickly started to put your pants on but the diaper got pretty bulged up by your pee and your pants struggled to fit, so you jumped a little bit and finally made it than you heard a couple younger guys laughing as they saw you jumping in your diaper, one of them even said it was cute. You felt your dick hardening and teared up a bit by the thought you liked it.
"Come on potty pants, we still have the rest of day ahead! " Your bro called and you quickly made your way out feeling your wet diaper rubbing against your tight jeans
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As guys were playing smash bros, a strong smell hit Roger's nose. Guess after this game his friend Marcus will do his own final smash on Roger's face
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It's supposed to be a harmless prank. But now he won't be seen in football trainings until he finishes his potty one .
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As Kevin stood on all fours at the edge of his bed, feeling his warm pee spreading to the back of his padding, he was thinking, "How did this happen? Why doesn't my body listen to me? I should resist!" His constant stream of thoughts was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Aww, is my baby boy making peepees in his cute baby diaper?" The guy was speaking to Kevin as if he were a toddler, emphasizing the word "baby." Then, he put his hand on the back of Kevin's diaper and squeezed the wet padding before continuing to talk.
"You're probably wondering what's going on right now. Let me explain while you can still understand me. My name is Tennet. Does that sound familiar to you? I hope so, because I can't forget the name of the guy who made my high school years miserable. I hated every day at school because of you. Even after we graduated, I still have nightmares where you beat me until I looked like a living meatball. I started seeing a psychiatrist to deal with my nightmares, and he introduced me to the world of hypnosis. He helped me overcome my fears, and when I mentioned you, he suggested that your aggressive behavior might stem from your childhood. That's when I got the idea to use hypnosis to give you a new, happy childhood."
"I'm glad you were excited when I told you about this. Oh, you probably don't remember because you were too busy sucking me off in front of your friends. You were so cute when you messed your white briefs and begged me to put you back in your baby diapers."
" Now, when I snap my fingers, you'll push out all of your big boy thoughts in your diaper and become as smart as a two-year-old baby."
With a snap of his fingers, Kevin began pushing. The warm mess spread around his bottom, as he forgot how to drive a car, do algebra, basic math, tie his shoes, read, and even use the potty.
Now, Kevin sat with a load in his diaper, thinking, "It's so warm. I love when it's warm and squishy, and the sound I make when I push my poopies is so funny." Then, he heard a hissing sound. "I love how peepees sound. I want Daddy to squish my diaper."
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As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, Adam and James made their way back home after a night out with friends. James, with his tall, muscular build and rugged good looks, had always been seen as the dominant one in their relationship. But as they entered the cozy confines of their apartment, it was clear that things were not always as they seemed.
James playfully nudged Adam as he heard whispers of admiration from their friends about his 'alpha' persona. Adam simply chuckled and patted James on the back, a knowing smile playing on his lips. It was only behind closed doors that their true dynamic revealed itself.
As James stripped off his clothes, revealing a large, soggy diaper with adorable childish prints, Adam couldn't help but chuckle. He checked the diaper, confirming it was indeed very wet, but the telltale signs of a messy diaper were still absent. He knew James would only be changed once he had fully used his diaper.
James, with his innocent gaze and soft features, looked up at Adam as his stomach let out a small gurgle. "Do you want your baba, little one?" Adam teased, to which James nodded eagerly. Adam ruffled his hair affectionately before heading to the kitchen to prepare a bottle for his little potty pants.
When he returned, he found James humping his soaked diaper on the bed, a look of pleasure and desperation on his face. Adam couldn't help but find the sight both pathetic and endearing. Stopping in his tracks, Adam watched as James reached his climax, a mix of moans and sighs escaping his lips. “Yeah, you are such a dom, best in topping your bed” Adam teased as he sat down beside James, patting his wet padding and feeling a little warm and mushy surprise within.
"Well, well, looks like someone made a stinky in their diapers too," Adam chuckled. But instead of changing him right away, he settled in to feed him the bottle, "I better prepare my nose for this," he joked to himself as he squished the messy diaper.
As James squirmed and wriggled, Adam couldn't help but smile at the sight of his 'dominant' partner reduced to a vulnerable, needy state. It was in these moments, when James let go of his inhibitions, that Adam saw him for who he truly was – his baby boy, in need of care and affection and currently a diaper change. Phew!
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It had been a long and frustrating few weeks since my older brother had moved in with me. He had been kicked out of college and was now living with me while he searched for a new place to stay. But instead of trying to help out around the house or find a job, he spent his days going to parties and coming home drunk and disorderly.
I tried talking to him, but he just brushed me off with empty promises. It was like he didn't care about anything other than having a good time. I was at my wits end.
One night, after yet another drunken escapade, I decided enough was enough. While he was passed out on the couch, I took off his clothes and put a diaper on him. I couldn't help but chuckle as I snapped a few pictures of him looking like a big baby.
The next morning, he woke up in a rage. But I quickly put him in his place, letting him know that if he wanted to act like a baby, then he would be treated like one. I showed him the pictures I had taken and threatened to send them to all his friends if he didn't shape up.
At first, he resisted. He was angry and embarrassed, but ultimately he knew he had no choice but to comply. And slowly but surely, I started to see a change in him. He became more obedient and helpful around the house. His room was always clean, and even though his sheets were sometimes wet, I didn't mind.
I found myself actually enjoying having my new baby brother around. It was like having a pet that I could control with just a few pictures of him in a wet or messy diaper. Whenever he tried to sneak some alcohol, I would just remind him of the consequences of breaking the rules. Heck, now I want him to stay with me a bit longer.
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