Sitting the PS5 controller down, you quickly stand up with a grimace, grabbing your stomach as a sharp cramp shoots through your belly. Lifting yourself off the ground, you hear the loud crinkle of the large white diaper wrapped around your waist. Looking down, you notice your red t-shirt barely covering the front of the diaper, clearly showing the dancing bears and baby blocks scattered across the front. Your girlfriend had just changed you about an hour ago, and the diaper was dry.
Another, larger cramp erupts within your stomach, forcing you stand up straight, tightening your butt checks to force back the hot pressure pushing against your backside. A loud gurgle of gas circulates through your guts, sending a cold chill up your spine. You need to get the toilet as as possible, or you might not be able to hold back next cramp.
Not bothering to pause the video game, you start waddling across the carpeted living room, slowly making your way down the adjacent hallway. Knowing to be as careful as possible with each step, you hold the back of your diaper with one hand as your other grasps your churning, aching stomach.
You approach the apartment bathroom and notice the door is closed. Letting the back of you diaper go, you reach for the doorknob and turn. It doesn’t budge. Panicked, you attempt to turn it again multiple times, shaking the door as you let out a quiet whine.
A loud shout comes from inside the bathroom.
“Yes?” your girlfriend Becca asks loudly. “I’m in here, what you do you need?”
“Uh, I need to use the bathroom, like right now!” you reply in embarrassment.
“Why? I just put you in a new diaper and you know the bathroom is off limits. Just go in your diaper.”
You pause, acknowledging that you would have to elaborate on the embarrassing details of your situation.
You stammer, “I uh, need to go number two”.
There was a moment of silence. Neither you or your girlfriend had dealt with a messy diaper. The topic rarely came up when you were wearing, and whenever your girlfriend joked about the topic you avoided it.
“Oh, gross” she says, followed by mocking laugh. “Well just hold on I’m almost done”.
Disappointed you whine, “come on this isn’t a joke, it’s really bad Becca, I might have an accident!”
“Just hold it. You’re a grown man, I know you can do it”. She says, scoffing at your desperation. “Or you know, you can use your diaper. That’s what it’s for"
”NO!” you shout back, not amused.
Annoyed by her lack of her support you look around, desperately thinking of what to do. It was a single bathroom apartment, and going to one of the community bathrooms seemed insurmountable. You would have to get dressed, walk down two flights of stairs, across the parking lot, into the clubhouse and then remove the diaper before you could sit down on the toilet. You knew that even lifting a leg could risk causing your backside to blowout. Hopeless, you decide you have to at least try, so you begin to waddle to your bedroom for some clothes.
As your approach the doorway another cramp pangs through your abdomen causing you to stop and fully tighten your buttocks. Sweat dripping from your face, you know you have to relieve the pressure. In a moment of instinct and trepidation, you hold your anus tightly closed as possible as you slightly push. A rude squelch of flatulence erupts into your diaper, causing the backside to puff outward. The relief is immediate, and you smile as the pain eases from your gut.
Relieved you step into your room and open the dresser to find some clothes. In an instant, another cramp shoots through your belly, and almost involuntarily you push to relieve the pressure again. Expecting another fart, your face shifts to horror as you feel a hot bulge of mess squirt between your cheeks. Blushing, and in shock at what just happened you hear your girlfriend call out.
“Almost done and then it’s yours!”
Standing still you think what to do next. Not sure how obvious your accident was, you poke at the back of the diaper. Not feeling any bulges, you sniff the air.
“Huh” you say, “that’s weird”
You don’t smell anything at all. Knowing all the jokes about dirty diapers, you expected it to smell awful.
“Well I guess wet diapers don’t really smell, maybe it’s just an exaggeration”, you say out loud in thought.
You feel pressure building up in your gut again and think “what if I just go a little bit? Becca won’t know and I can clean it up in the bathroom.”
Dead set on your new plan, you think of where you can commit your deed. Looking around the room, the gap of space between the bed and wall catches your eye. Walking over to it you think of the most practical position to make it easy. You remember the squatting positions that toddlers take before relieving themselves, so you decide it would have to do.
Squatting down, you grab the side of the bed and push your butt out, feeling the small glob of mess against your skin rub against the diaper.
Breathing in, you scrunch your face and begin to slightly push. A quick popping sound of gas bursts into the diaper providing more relief. Feeling an odd sense of comfort, you instinctively slip your left thumb into your mouth. While wearing diapers wasn’t really an age play thing for you, this felt completely natural.
You push harder, biting down on your thumb. You feel a large log of poop slowly pushing its way out. You continue to strain, feeling it push past your rectum against the padding of your diaper. It continues outward, pushing the back of the diaper out, causing the front of the diaper to tighten around your groin. Surprised how large it is, you feel it slip downwards as it drops into the bottom of the diaper. You pause to examine your situation.
You begin the sniff the air, as a wave putrid stench slowly drifts upwards. The smell was unmistakable and horrid. Pulling the thumb from your mouth your feel the need to gag. There was no way of hiding this, you had completely soiled yourself. Thinking about what to do, you’re caught off guard by a churning feeling in your gut. Immediately the pressure shifts and you feel a wave of heat pushing through your colon. You stop pushing but realize it’s too late as the wave of liquid diarrhea presses up against your rectum. Not prepared to hold it, the hot sludge spurts out, pouring downward, causing your diaper tighten even more.
Whining, catching your self you stop the flow.
“No, no, no” you beg into the air, realizing the stench of your soiled diaper was beginning to spread. You stick your thumb back in your mouth and think what to do.
“No, no, no, what?” Becca asks as she walks into the room.
You look up, in pure shock, slowly letting the spit covered thumb out of your mouth.
You beg in a panic, “Becca, no! I’m sorry, don’t come in here!”
“Wh…” Her question is cut off as the growing smell crosses her nostrils.
“Oh, my, god.” she says staring at you. “You shit your diaper didn’t you?”
Stuttering you reply, “It was an accident! I tried to fart and it..”
“Stop it!” she says sharply, cutting you off.
Shocked, you stop talking.
“Now, I expected this to happen at some point”. she says, looking at you with a concerned face. “Lets take a look”.
“Are you sure?” you say with a concerned tone.
She doesn’t respond as she walks towards the bed. Wearing just a thong and a short cut shirt she leans across the bed, pushing you back as she looks around your side at your bloated diaper.
“You really did it. I really thought you could hold it.” she says, leaning in front of you. The back of her thong clearly visible as she hung off the bed, her hand covering her face, either plugging her nose or concealing a laugh. You can’t tell.
“I’m so-sorry” you say on the verge of tears.
“It’s okay little bumpkin. I wasn’t prepared for this, but I think I can help” she replies, a smirk on her face.
A loud gurgle churns from your belly, startling you and causing her to raise an eyebrow. Chuckling she asks, “Did you get it all out? Or do you still need to go?”
“I uh, think I uh.. still need to go”, you say, looking away.
She grabs your chin, turning your face to hers.
“Well show me. Push it out little baby. Go in your diaper”
Paralyzed by her statement you stare back at her, mouth open.
Smiling, she coos, “I saw you had your thumb in your mouth, put it back in. Just like a baby” she pauses “I really like the idea of you acting like a baby while you’re in diapers. It makes it easier for me”.
Feeling another cramp starting to grow, you decide to go with it and slip your thumb in your mouth. Looking at Becca, she whispers, “Go on, it’s OK”
You push down on your tummy muscles, feeling a small spurt of diarrhea squirt into the diaper.
“That’s it” she coos, “fill your diaper up for me”
You continue straining but don’t feel anything come out. Stopping pushing, you still feel bloated, like you can’t finish.
“What’s wrong little man? All done?” Becca asks in a intentionally dismissive voice.
“It’s not coming out.” you say, concerned. “It feels like I gotta go, but nothing is coming out.”
“When’s the last time you went?” She asks with a serious tone to her voice.
“Uh, I don’t know. It’s been few days I think.” you say, clearly embarrassed.
Becca’s face twists into a look of shock, “A FEW DAYS?” she says chuckling. “Well of course you’re constipated.”
“Here”, she says, smiling. “My mom showed me a trick for this when we were babysitting my cousins.”
Becca points to the ground and says “tushie on the floor, lay back”.
“Gross, I’m not sitting in..” you almost finish but are cut off as she harshly pushes your shoulders down causing you to fall back. You lose your balance and fall onto the diaper, causing the contents to smash in all directions. You feel a mound of poop shift forward, smashing against your groin.
“Becca!” you cry, not amused by what was happening. “I don’t wan-”
Your girlfriend slams a finger against your lips stopping you. “Lay back before I give you something to really cry about. Now!” she growls, annoyed by your reluctance.
You slowly roll to your back, feeling the sticky contents shift and smash up your backside.
Whining, you smell another wave of stench from your diaper and start to suck harder on your thumb.
“Now let me take off my shirt to get comfortable” she says as she lifts her shirt over her head, tossing the shirt to the bed. She’s wearing a pink, lacy push up bra, outlining her large breasts. Sitting on your back, in a poopy diaper sucking your thumb with your girlfriend in a bra and thong looking down at you causes a warm, nervousness to grow in your chest. You feel the uncontrollable urge to babble out loud “Momma! I’m sowy!”.
The sudden shift in demeanor causes you to blush and Becca looks down at you, half confused, half amused.
“Well I wasn’t expecting that either, but you can call me mommy. You’re just a stinky helpless baby, aren’t you? Now relax little man, we’re going to make you feel much better” she coos, smiling at you. Leaning down, she presses two of her fingers next to your belly button, immediately pushing harder down. You stiffen in shock but immediately relax.
Beccas fingers begin rotating in a circular pattern, and you feel your insides slowly shifting. A loud gurgle of gas churns in your gut, causing Becca to look at you, smiling. She starts humming a melody you hadn’t heard before, and you close your eyes in bliss as the soft massage eases the bloating in your gut. After a few minutes she moves her fingers to the other side of your belly, continuing the same motion.
On the verge of falling asleep, you’re shook out of the trance as Becca says “OK baby, legs up”
You feel her grab your ankles and lift them into the air. “Now just relax little one, just relax” she says, beginning to hum the melody again.
You don’t resist as she pushes your legs forward to your stomach, causing your knees to touch your chest. She pulls them back and forward,then proceeds with the same motion with one leg at a time. She repeats these movements for several minutes.
Suddenly a tingling sensation ignites from your tail bone, sending a shock of energy up your spine to your jaw. Kicking your legs, an almost orgasmic eruption surges through your groin and rectum.
“Momma momma!” you manage to sputter behind a spit filled gasp.
“Here we go!” Becca says bracing your legs into the air.
A magnificent wave of pressure shifts against your rectum and you barely have to push as a giant log of poop slips out into the diaper. You hear several loud crinkles as the mess continues pushing out, coiling into a large ball in the diaper. The messing stops for a moment just as another wave of diarrhea erupts out of your backside. You try to kick your legs in desperation but Becca holds them tight.
“Push! Keep pushing!” she says beaming down at you.
Feeling a growing pressure from your bladder, you let go and hear a loud hiss of urine spray into the diaper. The warmth covers your groin, dripping down over your butt. Slowly the diaper begins to swell between your legs.
“yes, that’s it baby. Fill your diapy up for mommy. You’re making me so proud” Becca says, smiling at you.
You tighten your back causing the mess to shift as several more small chunks push out.
Feeling the movements slow down, Becca lets your right leg to the ground, and cups the bottom of your diaper in her hand.
“Well I think my little man needs a new diaper, what do you think?” She says, softly squeezing and bouncing the mess against your skin.
“Yesh momma.” You say in an infantile tone. “I make a poopy diaper”
Giggling, Becca says, “OK, follow me into the living room.”
You roll forward, feeling the mess mash against you even more. As you begin to stand you’re stopped by Becca waving a finger in front of you. “Uh uh uh, babies crawl.”
Excited at the idea, you roll to you your hands and knees. Feeling the diaper shift between your legs causes your heart to flutter, making you want to regress even further.
“Come on little one” she says, walking to the door.
You slowly crawl out of the bedroom towards the living room where Becca is standing. Each movement forward causes the loaded diaper to shift back and forward. You’re not sure if it’s leaking, but you don’t care. You’re just a dumb baby in a dirty diaper.
Approaching the living room, you see Becca putting away the PS5 with a thoughtful look on her face.
“Why don’t you wait a little bit and color something for me?” She says, pulling out a coloring book and box of crayons. “You can sit in a stinky diaper a little longer I think. What do you think?” she says, looking at you while leaning over.
“Otay momma” you say, excited at the idea of more childish activities.
“You know, just in case you need to get anything else out before you get in a clean diaper.” she says, winking at you. “I’m going to look at what to start for dinner.”
Becca walks out of the room, as you sit backwards onto the diaper, smashing the contents against your rear. Looking down at diaper, a collage of yellow and brown stains cover the bloated plastic. Without a worry in the world, you make a babbling noise and bounce several times up and down, shifting the contents of the diaper around even more. You think to yourself, “Becca wanted me to act like a baby, well she’s getting the full act”.
You open the coloring book and find a page outlining a tall giraffe standing against several trees. Grabbing the large red crayon you begin to draw “I LUV MY MOMMY” across the bottom of the page.
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