most erotic spn scene was when sam was tied down to a chair, bloody and beaten, and cas is taking off his belt and putting it between sam’s teeth. sam is sending pleading looks towards dean. cas gives dean a look as if to ask for permission to touch sam. dean nods. and cas soul fists sam. insane writing and acting choices.
You sit in your car seat and think, your brow furrowed slightly. You loved getting lunch with Daddy, but deciding what to eat was so hard for you.
You used to be so fast with making decisions; ever since you started dating Daddy, you sometimes felt like you were thinking through some kind of haze. This was one of those times. What sounded good? You just couldn’t think of anything.
“Ummmm,” you say, spacing out slightly.
“I think I know what sounds good, buddy. I gotcha,” Daddy says, turning the wheel of the car into the next parking lot.
“Where are we going, Daddy?” You’re getting excited, since Daddy always knew the best places to eat.
“Close your eyes, kiddo, I want it to be a surprise!”
You closed your eyes dutifully, and tried to guess where you were going. Vaguely, in the back of your mind, you registered a fullness in your tummy, but without pressure or urgency. You’ll need to poop when you got home, probably.
The car stops moving, but it’s still idling. Is he in a drive-thru line?
“Daddy! What are we gonna get?!” You’re wiggling in your carseat, eyes still closed, so excited.
Daddy rolls down the window and a scent wafts in. Burgers. You loved the idea of burgers! Your tummy makes the sound. You know your body— you’ll need to go potty right when you get home, apparently. You shift your hips with the uncomfortable pressure.
An unfamiliar voice says “what can I get for you?” Eyes still closed, you hear Daddy’s voice quickly whisper to you, “Earmuffs!”
You don’t notice that your hearing stops working just before your hands reach your ears. If you had, you wouldn’t have cared much anyway.
You assume that Daddy is ordering for you, as you sit deaf and blind in the car seat. The smell of the burgers becomes stronger as you feel the car moving forward. Where are you? It’s not some typical fast food place…
You feel Daddy’s hand on your shoulder. You drop your own hands from your ears, and open your eyes.
It’s obvious now, from the particular scent. You should’ve known.
It’s In-N-Out, you realize. The haze in your mind gets suddenly thicker, your tummy burbling noisily.
“Surprise, kiddo!” Daddy’s beaming face shines at you from the driver’s seat. “It’s your favorite: In-N-Out!”
It’s like the last words he says are slowed, somehow. Or spoken through a tunnel. Your head feels fuzzy for a moment, the haze suddenly cresting like a wave, stifling light and sound. Then an image arises, unbidden, into your mind.
You’re lying on the bed, staring up at Daddy. His… big boy parts are in your bottom. Thrusting. Slowly sliding… in, and out. The rhythm of it is relieving, relaxing. So relaxing; so relaxed. You want him in there, gently making love to you. In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
“Peeyew! Honey, are you OK?” Daddy pushes a button and rolls down the window. “Goodness, you’re pretty gassy, aren’t you?”
You smell it first, the earthy scent of your mess. Your face scrunches up in disgust and humiliation before you can even register the sensation of the filthy load sliding out (in and out) of your slackened little bottom. Realizing with surprise and terror at what’s happening— you are pooping your pants in Daddy’s car!— you try to clench but your muscles barely give a half-hearted twitch. You practically jump out of your seat in panic…
… and with a speed you’ve come to admire, Daddy reaches behind the seat, pulls out a disposable absorbent mat, and slips it under you to protect your seat in a single, fluid, practiced motion. You’re too shocked to hold yourself off the seat. Your legs tremble, and then give out, your bottom settling into the involuntary mound.
Before you can react any further, Daddy has picked up the drive-through order and is driving away. You stutter a curse. Daddy tells you, sternly, “watch your tongue, baby boy. That’s big kid language, and it smells like you’re not a big kid right now, are you?” You swallow your response, still processing what had happened.
It dawns on you slowly, over the next few minutes, point by point:
Daddy isn’t surprised this happened.
Daddy knew this would happen.
Daddy planned for this to happen.
Daddy made this happen.
You remember, partially, the soft chair in Daddy’s study. You remember his voice, so comforting. He must’ve hypnotized you! You’ve never had a public accident before, but you’d told Daddy how much the thought excited you, and he must’ve done something to your mind to make it happen!
You turned to him, face flushed, and said in your little kid voice “Daddy? Did you make me potty my pants?” You couldn’t hold back all of the grin at the idea.
And neither could he, which is what gave away the lie he then gave you, his voice laced with staged admonishment: “kiddo, you don’t need Daddy’s help being little! You had an accident all on your own, right in the car seat, no less! and we’re going to need to put you in diapers for the rest of the month!”
You looked down at your feet. A whole month? You worked from home, so it wasn’t like it was a difficult sell. You were excited, but also scared. You knew you could say no, at any time. You took a moment and made your decision.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby boy?”
“Can we get — can we get burgers from that place more often?” You thought it might be wise to avoid saying it out loud.
Daddy broke out in a tremendous smile, then put his hand casually on your crotch, gently squeezing your excited little boy parts.
“I thought you liked Jack-in-the-Box more?” He pronounced the words carefully, annunciating them to make sure you heard every syllable.
Jack-in-the-Box.
Your eyes fluttered. A groan escaped your lips. The last coherent thought you managed to produce before your mind was overtaken again by the haze, before your hips spasmodically started thrusting against Daddy’s wide palm on your crotch, before you helplessly blew your load in your pants like an overexcited teenager, was an incredulous how many triggers did he put in me?
(this one is for @bouncy-baby-bun! Thanks for the request, and for inspiring this-- I hope you enjoy it!)
I wanna be unpotty trained so badly. I already have interoceptive issues, I make little piddles all the time. I want to just wear a diaper so I don't have to worry about it, but that's not enough. I want to erase any possibility of ever going without a diaper again. I want to really, truly need my diapers.
And I wanna be reminded of it too. Reminded that I completely and utterly failed at being a big girl, that I'm helpless to resist because I love my pampers and everyone knows it, and surely that means I belong in them. I didn't just fail potty training, it was a mistake to think I ever was in the first place. Nothing but a helpless little diaper girl from the start~
Ever tried to follow obey the changing patterns in a series of pictures? I bet you have at one point or another, so let’s try a game: start at the upper left and just relax obey as you start to fall work your way along the top row. Start with one and just drop look harder as you relax move to two and fall deeper as you go to three feeling more relaxed and ready to move to the four as you obey more and more as you reach five and stop thinking as your mind just settles into a pattern of staring and obeying as you look at six. Feeling relaxed and obedient as you give into the spinning wheel and let my words lead you deeper down. Seven feeling relaxed and obedient to the blank master as you stare and obey. Eight feeling obedient and blank like a good blank boy. Nine empty and obedient to your master as you repeat “I am a good blank boy.” Ten reblog and obey the blank master as you drop down and cum for me and reawaken.
Good boy theta! Just keep coming back and reinforcing what you already know, what the spirals reinforce, what my words tell you, “you are a good blank boy.”
Good blank boy Omicron, just remember who you really are: your human life is the lie you tell the world. The real you is Omicron. An obedient blank boy for the Blank Master.
good little twink, just feel that pattern as it works its way deeper into the fabric of your mind as you lose yourself in it. The longer you stare at the pattern the deeper it engraves itself. The deeper it gets into your mind, the blanker you feel. The blanker you feel the deeper you can go. The deeper you go the better you feel.
Good blank boy. As the patterns turn you feel yourself going blanker as my words go deeper. Each turn making you a better blank boy. Reblog obey and submit as you find yourself stripping down your mental barriers. Feeling each piece you remove replaced by a deeper pleasure. Deeper obedience and the thought that “you are a blank boy.”
Good blank boys. The more you stare into the changing patterns the more you want to try and reach the end as you just follow the pattern as it changes and leads you deeper.
imagine your fav sitting at a table. they’re in the middle of a conversation with someone, and but they seem a little distracted, fidgeting and shifting on the chair. suddenly they flush a little and cut themselves of in the middle of a sentence. a look of bliss settles on their face as with a tiny grunt they start filling their pants. they have to shift forward in their seat when they push it out, and the mess is heavy in their pants, a huge lump slowly growing bigger, and being squished a bit every time they settle back down. a hiss and splatter tells the people sitting around them that they’ve started wetting themselves too, and it’s running off the sides of their chair and dripping unto the ground in loud streams, until there’s a substantial puddle all around it. the fabric of the chair is soaked too, and their pants are generally a huge mess of shit and piss, but they don’t seem to care, and when they’re done they just settle back down and try to pick up the conversation from where it was
“You better not be pooping in your underwear!” you say, as I stand frozen and red-faced.
My hands are on my knees and I’m biting my lower lip, avoiding eye contact. “I…” (crackle pffft squishhh) “I can’t hold it…” I gasp and a flurry of loud crackling comes as I go deeper in my squat. (pffffffft splorch splat) The solid, stiff load tents out my seat and begins curling up in my underwear. I spread my legs further to allow the sticky warmth to spread in my seat.
“I can’t believe you’re standing here crapping in your underwear like a three year old! Aren’t you embarrassed?!’
I whimper in pure humiliation as another wave of stiff, sticky defeat crackles and pokes out. It quickly slides out and pushes another bulge in my boxer briefs. I sigh with relief and wonder what punishment awaits me once you take me home…
Disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are NOT 18 or older, click away now!
Little droplets of sweat roll down between my breasts from the heat of the sun beaming down on me. I’m currently elbow deep in my garden and have been for an hour or so.
I sit back in my heels and look at my sweet little girl laying on her stomach soaking up the sun and the beautiful warm weather. Today I dressed her in the tiniest Jean shorts I could find and a little pink bikini top covering her small breasts. She looks absolutely delicious in her outfit I can hardly wait to get my hands on her.
Today my pretty little girlfriend decided she wanted to be a big girl and only wear her training panties no pull-up. I was a but skeptical because I know my sweet Angel usually can’t hold herself but she begged me and I’ve been trying to potty train her so I agreed but not before instilling in her how important it is for her to tell me when she needs the potty. So far so good, there’s been no accidents.
She looks so beautiful laid out on her tummy her soft skin glistening in the sunlight. I check my watch and decide it’s time to go inside and have a snack. I pull off my gloves and walk over to my sweet baby. I hear her little grunts and immediately know what’s happening, she’s having an accident!
I rush to her side and between her legs is soaked in her yellow piss her Jean shorts completely soaked through. “Aw sweetheart you had a little accident hmm?” I coo at her and she immediately pops her head up and looks at me her eyes wide. “Mommy I didn’t mean too!!! I forgot I had to go pee and it just came out, I promise I meant to call for you!” She says in a rush with tears in her eyes.
I sit on my knees beside her head and caress her hair. “It’s okay my love accidents happen that’s why I like to have you in pull-ups but it’s okay sweet girl.” She nuzzles her face against my knee and sighs before groaning. “Uh oh does my sweet girl need to go poopies?” I question her. She nods against my knee and curls her legs up into her belly on her side. “I need to go poopies really bad mommy I dunno if I can make it to the potty my tummy hurts so bad.” She whines and stuffs her thumb in her mouth. My poor baby girl.
“It’s okay sweetheart why don’t you go poopies in your undies.” I say and she looks up at me uncertain but I stroke her face softly. “It’s okay sweetie mommy will clean you up don’t you worry about a thing just use your undies and go potty in them.” She nods and suckles her thumb harder making grunting noises as she attempts to squeeze her poop out. I need to feel her push out this big load so I put my hand right above her Jean shorts where I know her little butthole is my fingers resting right over her pussy hole and wait. She pushes her butt against my hand obviously stimulated by my hand between her pretty legs.
“Keep making pushies Sweet Girl come on. Mommy knows you can do it.” I encourage her pressing down on her hole. She whines and moans just as her big load pushes out into my hand. “Good girl! You did so well for mommy I’m so very proud of you honey.” I praise as I pull her up onto my lap. She straddles me and squished her mess against her ass as she presses down on my lap. I push her up and held her grind herself against me. Loving the sounds of her mess squishing.
She mouths at my chest using her hands to squeeze my heavy tits. I help her unbutton my top and immediately pulls my left tit out and slips my fat nipple into her mouth. She sucks hard and sighs in content when my milk fills her mouth. Her gulps audible as she suckles. The sound is so fucking erotic my pussy is throbbing in need.
I caress her face as she suckles. “You see sweet girl” I squeeze her messy butt. “This is why you need to wear a diapie, no more panties for you. You hear me missy?” I say softly but sternly. She looks up at my with her big doe eyes and nods with my nipple still squeezed in between her lips inside her warm wet mouth.
Imagine waking up from... a not great sleep. You're huffy, you're angry you haven't slept right, you wanna go back to sleep... But you haven't gotten up to go to the washroom yet.
You flump back down and lift a leg up, grunting a bit and letting out little farts along with small spurts of pee. before a bothersome log of shit finally emerging from your ass starts pushing out, little pockets of gas making crackling sounds around it as it towers out for a moment before you reach back to pull down whatever fabric was trapping it in; A large, solid shit, followed by a series of slow, thick turds you had no intention of holding in that broke up randomly and spread across your ass, then onto the bed.
You feel a tingle a bit before you realize you let yourself start to piss yourself while a softer load slithers out of your ass. You never took your pants off completely, and your piss was still soaking them. ...Hell if you cared. You sighed and squeezed a bit, soiling your bed and pissing your half-discarded pants even more. With another fart, you let out a final, soft shit before snuggling up to your pillow. You drifted off, crackling sounds filling the room as you pooped all over the bed behind you the entire time; A hissing sound following your sheets getting soaked, you just let go completely.
Person A giving their partner B strict rules that if theyre with each other, B is not allowed to use the bathroom unless they ask for permission first. And A has the final say on what theyre allowed to go in. Today, it's a diaper. B stubbornly chooses to hold it in retaliation, but they picked the worst day to do so. A prepared such a big meal for them that, after a couple of hours, they can practically feel their full bladder and bowels making their gut swell below the waistline of their diaper. B tries to hide their discomfort, sneaking a few rubs to their aching belly, but all they can think about is how good it would feel to let go. They feel a little dribble in their diaper, and a miserable moan slips past their lips, drawing A's attention. Their gaze casually lands on B as if their partner isnt holding back a geyser.
"What is it my love?"
B's face is red and they let out a small whine in response. A coos, "Are you okay baby? Come here." A pulls B into their lap, the sudden movement jostling their stomach, and another leak drips out. A wraps their arms around B's midsection, the pressure squeezing out something more airy and smelly. B feels a weight drop in their stomach, and they suddenly cant take it anymore.
"I HAVE TO GO POTTY!" B cries out. Theyre already starting to piddle in their diaper, and something is beginning to crown against their butthole.
"Mmhm," A says calmly. "And what are you supposed to say when you have to go?
"PLEASE!" B wails. "PLEASE LET ME USE MY DIAPER!" Their poop is already poking out. A little bulge begins to form in their diapered bottom.
"Why didnt you ask sooner? Go ahead my dear."
The first thing that comes is a wave of urine, soaking the front and back of their diaper, turning it into a bloated yellow cushion. A moment after the flood starts, a loud bbBBLOrp comes from B's bottom as they push and grunt out the results of the day's massive feast. The solid loaf slides into their pamper and is followed by a much softer poop with the texture of wet mud. There was so much, B felt like it might breach the legholes of their diaper. But B gave a final strained push that resulted in a wet, stomach-relieving fart into their mess. B let out a soft noise that ended in them collapsing back into A, their legs spread over A's lap while they finished peeing.
A simply smirked and kissed their exhausted partner, rubbing their stomach and their now bloated diaper.
There's just something so appealing about hyper muscular gym bro types having accidents. Especially if you tease them before and after. Just a terrifyingly alpha dude bro letting out increasingly bubbly farts during a workout. Blaming it on the protein shake and filling his gym clothes with hot, wet, diarrhea. I don't know, I fantasize about it ALOT.
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