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Lets build a blanket fort, then lay inside while I give you 4 or 5 orgasms and watch you squirm.
Tied Up and Teased
The soft pink walls of the nursery feel like they’re closing in as you wiggle against the straps holding you to the changing table. The plastic is cool beneath your back, the crinkle of your thick diaper echoing in the quiet room. You’re wet, again, and the dampness clings to your skin, a constant, embarrassing reminder. You can’t even protest, not with the pacifier plugged firmly between your lips, the silicone bulb pressing against your tongue. All you can do is whimper, your cheeks burning as you hear the light, mocking giggle from above.
There she stands, your tormentor, dressed in a white shirt, the cartoon cat on the front grinning just as mischievously as she is. Her hair is pulled up into two high pigtails, each tied with a teal bow that matches the ones on her head. She looks every bit the picture of playful innocence, except for the way her fingers tap against her chin as she studies you, her head tilted to the side. And, of course, the way her own diaper crinkles softly as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other.
“Aww, look at you,” she coos, her voice sing-song and sweet, but her eyes sparkling with mischief. “All strapped down like a good widdle baby. Can’t even move, can ya?” She reaches out, her fingers trailing down your chest before pressing lightly against the front of your diaper. You squirm, the wet padding squishing under her touch, and she giggles. “Ohhh, someone’s wet. You… uh…” She scrunches her nose, clearly trying to remember the word. “You are… in-con-tin-ent?” She stumbles over the syllables, her brow furrowing in concentration. “Ugh, that’s a stupid word.” She huffs, crossing her arms. “Daddy says it, but it’s too hard.”
She pouts for a second, then her face brightens. “I know! You’re just a pee-pee-pants!” She claps her hands together, delighted with herself. “Yeah! That’s way better.” She pokes your diaper again, and you let out a muffled noise, your face burning. “Pee-pee-pants, pee-pee-pants!” she chants, bouncing slightly on her toes. The crinkle of her diaper joins the sound, a reminder that she’s in one too, not because she needs it, but because she likes it. Or, well, because Daddy likes to see her in one. Mostly, she can hold it just fine. Mostly.
She notices your glare, or at least, your attempt at one, and grins, leaning in closer. “Uh-oh, someone’s grumpy. But you know what? You don’t get to be grumpy. Not when you’re all tied up like this.” She pokes your diaper again, and you let out another muffled noise. “Daddy says you have to stay in your nappies ‘cause you… uh…” She waves her hand dismissively. “You know. Pee-pee-pants stuff.” She giggles, clearly pleased with her solution.
Her fingers linger, pressing a little harder this time, and you feel the warmth of your blush spreading down your neck. It’s bad enough that you’re wet, but then, oh no, you feel that. The telltale twitch, the slight stiffening of something you really don’t want her to notice. But of course, she does. Her eyes widen, and her grin turns downright wicked.
“Ooooh!” she gasps, pressing her palm flat against your diaper, right where your tiny, traitorous erection is straining against the padding. “What’s this? Are you getting all hot in your diaper, pee-pee-pants?” She wiggles her eyebrows, her voice dripping with mock horror. “Daddy’s gonna be so mad if he finds out you’re being a naughty boy! Diapers are only for… you know.” She gestures vaguely at her own diaper, then at yours. “Pee-pee and other stuff. Not for… that.”
She pats your diaper a few times, each tap making you squirm more. “You’re such a baby. A wet baby. A hard baby!” She dissolves into laughter, clapping her hands over her mouth as if she’s just told the funniest joke in the world.
You tug at the straps, but they don’t budge. The pacifier bobs in your mouth as you try to form words, to protest, to beg her to stop, but all that comes out is a string of muffled noises. She leans in even closer, her breath warm against your ear. “Aww, are you trying to talk? But you can’t, can you? ‘Cause you’re just a widdle baby who can’t even hold his pee-pee.” She pulls back, her expression shifting to one of exaggerated sympathy. “Poor baby. All tied up, all wet, all… excited.” She giggles again, giving your diaper one last, deliberate squeeze before pulling her hand away.
She skips around the changing table, her onesie crinkling softly with every movement. “Daddy’s gonna change you soon, I bet. He’ll take care of his soggy baby.” She stops at the foot of the table, her hands resting on the railing as she looks down at you. “But until then… you just have to stay like this. All wet. All helpless.” She sticks her tongue out at you, her eyes twinkling. “And all mine to tease.”
Taken to a Mysterious Facility™ where you're told you'll be part of a group trial for a new fast-acting forced regression experimental treatment.
You can try to fight it, but there's not much you can in a straitjacket and leg restraints. Within a day the spirals on the headsets and the force-fed laced milk get to you, and you're already using your diapers on the slightest urge.
By day two, embarrassment is the only thing keeping you from admitting how horny you are for your diapers. The more used your diaper is, the more you're squirming, desperately trying to get some stimulation from the warm, squishy padding. As embarrassing as it is, you can't help it; it feels too good.
By the end of the week, you're on particularly thick diapers, which don't last long dry nor clean, and you're loosing yourself to the pleasure of grinding against them. The climaxes come quick and strong, and you can spend the whole day like that, trying to ignore the humiliation of being seen like that.
You wake up soaked every day, and can already squeeze out an orgasm or two before they come to change you. It doesn't get any less embarrassing to be found out humping your diaper, but the sexual desperation overrides any instincts to stop or try to hide.
Then, on the next day, you wake up back at home. Back in your normal clothes, back in your regular underwear, wondering if you just had a really weird dream.
A package addressed to you sits nearby, with a printed letter on top: "Thank you for participating in our trial as part of the control group!" It continues, but it's all been covered with black marker, followed by the handwritten addition of "most get some expensive new toy as bribe, but we think you'll enjoy these more. They're our thickest~ ;)"
Inside the package, a large case of diapers makes your heart beat faster. A card rest on the case, with the link to a website and a code underneath. Curious and half paying attention, with the diapers taking most of your mind, you go to the page and input the code when prompted. A banner pops up, congratulating you for your new lifetime supply of Superthick diapers, with a timetable of the scheduled deliveries to your exact address for the next several months.
You should be worried. About the amount of information they may have of you. About what they're doing at that facility. About what they surely did to you, control group be damned.
But you're too busy putting on one of the diapers to think of that.
You've already decided that you're replacing all your underwear with these diapers. They're thick and crinkle loudly, and just thinking of somebody finding out that you wear them is making you red as a beet. It'd be humiliating… But they just feel too good.
Grace being forced to do an enema because he’s been refusing to mess for a few days now because he’s been too busy working, that now they gotta make sure he doesn’t completely fuck himself up by holding all that in
Definitely results in some pretty full diapers and tons of praise for finally making big poopies~
15 hours, he had been working in the lab for 15 freaking hours. He thinks he fell asleep for a couple of minutes, just long enough for someone to step into his lab and jar him awake.
It's someone from the medical team. Hmmm, maybe they had some questions about the crew and Stratt was probably too busy to talk to them so they've came to him??
But, nope,,,they're here for Grace! Turns out the higher up you were in the project,,the more monitored your health was
And that included,,,,outputs or the lack thereof-
Grace almost snaps the pencil in his hand when the nurse so point blank states that they know Grace hasn't had a bowel movement is over 5 days. How, how do they know that??? They'd have to be....oh....they could probably tell by the fact that all his bundled paddings were only wet.
And now here he is, in the medical area of the facility. Squriming on the bed as he watches the nurse pulling out what looked like an iv bag and something that DEFINITELY didn't look like a needle.
"Alright Dr. Grace, we're going to give you an enema."
Grace's brows raise very high as he sputters, "E-excuse me??"
The nurse continues the set things up, "given your health records you're at a greater risk for impacts and bowel obstruction so we would rather avoid that," they explain, turning to Grace, "now, would you rather lay on your left or right?"
Grace could get up, he could tell them he'll be fine, he'll go gulp down some herbal tea! But, he stays seated, eyeing the lubricated probe.
He dryly swallows, knowing there's no real way to fight it, "r-right side."
Now what did surprise him was when after it was insert (thankfully not painful, just oddly warm) was the rustling of a fresh diaper.
"I-I think I can manage to you know," he jutted his chin in the direction of the washroom.
"They all say that," the nurse muses, "this is a very fast acting formula, depending on your impact, you'll have 10 maybe 20 seconds after it's be administered," they paused, already smoothing the front pannel of the diaper over Grace's slightly distended abdomen, "why risk those odds when we have a solution."
Absbjqbsb knowing Grace he DOES try to risk it, to at least make it inside the washroom before...you know
But, true to their word, once the bag was emptied inside his acting intestines and the probe was removed, Grace barley had time to stand before he was doubled over on the little stand beside the bed as everything came out.
He whines, tears blurring his vision as he feels the rolling cramps turn to a wamrth pressing against his skin as the padding expands and sags due to the sheer weight. All Grace can do is clutch his stomach (thankfully they let him keep his shirt and cardigan on) and let it happen.
Soon enough it's done, he's empty and...unsurprisingly feels a lot better, even if he is going to refuse to admit to that.
His head lifts up when he hears the snapping of a glove.
"Good job Dr. Grace," the nurse says, now holding changing supplies, "you'll probably be experiencing cramps for the next hour or so, along with some aftershocks," their hand gently cupping Grace's full backside, "very very good feels like everything that needed out got out."
Grace huffs, face a deep red, being praised for doing the most basic task, he should be feeling humiliated and undermined but,,,after that ordeal and the long work hours, being praised for filling his pants was,,,,nice
love how many different aspects of piss people are into. the dynamic it creates in a bathroom control scenario, the sensation of holding and releasing, the whines and squirminess. hell, being defiled with it or claimed with it, or the thrill of going somewhere you normally wouldn’t. humiliation and degradation, voluntary/involuntary loss of control, relief, objectification. it’s infinitely interesting to me
shameless repost of my chart. If you will pls consult the charte.,
THIS THIS THIS THIS!!
Puppy boys wrestling on the floor while I watch
Rubbing their dicks together, desperate for any friction, whining for my attention while they fight over who tops and who bottoms
tbh there's nothing hotter to me than someone so drunk that they piss themselves. just no longer able to control any part of their bodies and they just let it go without even knowing they're doing it, just no longer able to send signals to stop it, and it takes them by suprise and they can't stop laughing because of how silly it is. have to put them in the bath while pouring booze down their throat because almost as soon as alcahol goes in, piss comes out, and it's easier to keep them in the bath, too drunk to scramble their way upright and pissing all over their legs as they drool, than it is to clean a carpet or future. And you know there's no risk of them escaping and you having to chase them, not with the fact that they can't remember their own name and can't even remember how not to piss themselves.
cute boy being dumped in the bath in the middle of a bender, and a couple of cute girls sit around drinking wine and painting their nails and make sure he's constantly got a bottle of something to occupy him, belly sloshing and pissing nonstop and writhing like a fish to escape the tub and just sliding back down the sides, giggling and slurring and drooling and incoherent.
god god god god god that's so fucking hot just pissing the liquid you drink bexause you physically can't fit more in...god ur so right iys hot as fuck when someone can't hold it back and just pisses down their own legs because there's just no other option and they HAVE TO...
God. That final fantasy is surely a...góod god like imagine he doubles the bath volume with piss alone...those girls and their nail painting just dillute the oxygen content of the room...the window is fogged the fuck up...
Good god tysm anon
I saw this post earlier and I thought it was a genius idea. Cropped out the original gal who posted it in case she didn't want her face all over Omo Tumblr but hhnnghhhh
The concept for this would go CRAZY.
One designated pisser for an entire room. Everyone sends their piss to one person who has to RACE to the toilet to get there in time.
Someone interested in doing a hold but doesn't want to wait starts accepting every piss request they can get until they're twisted up and biting their lip and stifling their whines because it hit all at once and feels so damn good.
Accepting an emergency piss request from someone about to wet themselves so now you're completely exploding because the amount you agreed to take is incredibly large.
Sitting on a toilet all day just to accept every piss request to keep the feeling of peeing going. Hnnngghhh I would literally kill for something like this.
that .5 second shift where it goes from "oh that's a big leak but i can stop it" to ohmygodimpeeingimpeeingimpeeing reblog if u agree
My owner forcing me on a playdate with a different puppy because he knows i struggle with socializing. Luckily the other puppy is super social, and since the other puppy's owner explained that i just need some help, but I'm friendly otherwise. So puppy comes up to me, and tries to play. I reluctantly join a little while later i'm comfortable enough to follow the puppy into a different part of the house. Where the puppy pins me down, and starts dry humping on me. Both the owners eventually find puppy desperately trying to take off our pants and me whining. Both of our puppy parts are needy now. After they laugh a bit at their dumb dogs. They watch as the puppy successfully starts to rut me
for some reason the words “i’m going” are so much better to me than the words “i’m peeing.” ESPECIALLY “i’m going potty” 😵💫 for some reason the word “going” is just so much hotter
Soft dom owner who sees me starting to have big emotions and cry. "Oh, sweetie, puppies don't know big words like that, do they? Nuh uh, puppies don't speak english. It's okay puppa, just lay down and let me take care of you. That's right, good boy. Just think puppy thoughts for me."
daddy cuddling his puppy to sleep, petting his pup n speaking to him softly until he dozes off. Once puppy is limp n quiet daddy slides himself into puppy's cunt, fucking into him slow at first before speeding up. Filling his puppy up to the brim so in the morning when pup wakes up he has daddy's cum immediately running down his thighs >////<
Grace being forced to do an enema because he’s been refusing to mess for a few days now because he’s been too busy working, that now they gotta make sure he doesn’t completely fuck himself up by holding all that in
Definitely results in some pretty full diapers and tons of praise for finally making big poopies~
15 hours, he had been working in the lab for 15 freaking hours. He thinks he fell asleep for a couple of minutes, just long enough for someone to step into his lab and jar him awake.
It's someone from the medical team. Hmmm, maybe they had some questions about the crew and Stratt was probably too busy to talk to them so they've came to him??
But, nope,,,they're here for Grace! Turns out the higher up you were in the project,,the more monitored your health was
And that included,,,,outputs or the lack thereof-
Grace almost snaps the pencil in his hand when the nurse so point blank states that they know Grace hasn't had a bowel movement is over 5 days. How, how do they know that??? They'd have to be....oh....they could probably tell by the fact that all his bundled paddings were only wet.
And now here he is, in the medical area of the facility. Squriming on the bed as he watches the nurse pulling out what looked like an iv bag and something that DEFINITELY didn't look like a needle.
"Alright Dr. Grace, we're going to give you an enema."
Grace's brows raise very high as he sputters, "E-excuse me??"
The nurse continues the set things up, "given your health records you're at a greater risk for impacts and bowel obstruction so we would rather avoid that," they explain, turning to Grace, "now, would you rather lay on your left or right?"
Grace could get up, he could tell them he'll be fine, he'll go gulp down some herbal tea! But, he stays seated, eyeing the lubricated probe.
He dryly swallows, knowing there's no real way to fight it, "r-right side."
Now what did surprise him was when after it was insert (thankfully not painful, just oddly warm) was the rustling of a fresh diaper.
"I-I think I can manage to you know," he jutted his chin in the direction of the washroom.
"They all say that," the nurse muses, "this is a very fast acting formula, depending on your impact, you'll have 10 maybe 20 seconds after it's be administered," they paused, already smoothing the front pannel of the diaper over Grace's slightly distended abdomen, "why risk those odds when we have a solution."
Absbjqbsb knowing Grace he DOES try to risk it, to at least make it inside the washroom before...you know
But, true to their word, once the bag was emptied inside his acting intestines and the probe was removed, Grace barley had time to stand before he was doubled over on the little stand beside the bed as everything came out.
He whines, tears blurring his vision as he feels the rolling cramps turn to a wamrth pressing against his skin as the padding expands and sags due to the sheer weight. All Grace can do is clutch his stomach (thankfully they let him keep his shirt and cardigan on) and let it happen.
Soon enough it's done, he's empty and...unsurprisingly feels a lot better, even if he is going to refuse to admit to that.
His head lifts up when he hears the snapping of a glove.
"Good job Dr. Grace," the nurse says, now holding changing supplies, "you'll probably be experiencing cramps for the next hour or so, along with some aftershocks," their hand gently cupping Grace's full backside, "very very good feels like everything that needed out got out."
Grace huffs, face a deep red, being praised for doing the most basic task, he should be feeling humiliated and undermined but,,,after that ordeal and the long work hours, being praised for filling his pants was,,,,nice
Good morning puppy, did you miss me? You might like to know the idea of you bent over my kitchen counter helped sort my morning wood this morning. Just pressed down and filled up right where anyone could see through the window.
You give me the nicest thoughts-🫀
mmnf good mornninnngggg
I need that so bed, fillmeup please
I haven’t been allowedto cum,, imtrying to be good and not but it hurts so bad
-theseus
The kids gonna kill him. He’s gonna be the absolute end of his life and he only has himself to blame. He wanted someone younger, someone half his age. Wanted to feel young again and relive the beauty of his youth. And he found that in a pretty little thing at the bar, the kind of boy who held cherries between his lips and moaned when he bit down. Who rolled his eyes when something tasted too good. The boy had his heart racing, his head spinning. He was stumbling over himself to keep up and he was reminded of the man he used to be.
The boy bent so easily. He spread his legs on cue, throwing his head back and laughing freely. He was body glitter and sweat and insatiable need that burned his skin like a radiator. Anything he wanted to try the boy was up for, always so eager and excited to follow an older man’s orders. He was perfect, so so perfect. Until he was too much.
“Come on Daddy, don’t you wanna make me cum again? How do you want me hm? On my knees, my back, face down?” He laughs, eyes alight with fire. “You can get hard again right? We can get you hard.”
The older man sobbed, his wrists chained uselessly above his head while the embodiment of seduction laid on his stomach between his legs, playing with his soft cock and licking at his over sensitive head.
“God I love tasting my cunt on your cock. You came so hard. Can you give me another? I want another. Come on you can do it, one more time.”
He wasn’t sure he could, honestly. He’d already pulled two orgasms out of him, one more than he was usually capable of and now he was pushing for a third.
“Baby…baby boy….i can’t…I can not get hard again. Uncuff me and I’ll eat you out, yeah? Make you cum on my tongue?” He offered, praying to the gods that would satiate the boy.
All he got in return was a pout. A round face propped up on his hands between his legs.
“But I want your cock. Don’t you wanna fuck me? Thought you loved fucking me…” the boy looked genuinely upset, sad eyes looking up to him. “Cmon lemme try, pretty please?”
He was a weak man. A weak, pathetic, easily broken man. Against his better judgment he closed his eyes and placed his head back against the headboard. He let out a shakey sigh and nodded. He could hear the boy squeal, could feel him climbing up his body and positioning himself over his soft cock as he tried to push it back inside himself. And god damn him, he felt it twitch once it was back inside the wet heat.
He’d accepted his fate, that this bed would be his final resting place. Even if he wasn’t going to get any rest in it anytime soon.