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@zero-mister0
The MAN I've become
Isn't really what I imagined growing up because
Accidents of the toilet nature have been happening regularly and now these CK's have been replaced with
Maybe classed as a man age wise but
Can't really deny my true age when that happens without warning
Having twins can be a joy
Specially after they turn 18. "You can look after each other now lads"
Oh bro sorry but that was the large lumpy thingy, could you please
Change it and I'll do yours afterwards if you want
Yeah they're plastic pants and
Yes I'm wearing a nappy underneath them
Got a F--king problem with that mate ?
Why should my toilet issues stop me playing football when an adult size nappy will contain any thing I may do whilst playing
No need to buy AB clothing for him
Sport tops do just as well, they drop that subtle little hint
He's still a fila
And he doesn't half still fill them. Come on son let's get you changed
Me: Mommy please don't do this I'll behave, I promise!!!
Mommy: It's okay Bubba, I want you too release a huge stinky for mommy and Uncle Tony.
Uncle Tony: Omg, I can't believe my sisters boyfriend is still in diapers, Is someone gonna fill their diapie...*laughs*
*Grunts* *Bloort* *Squelch*
Me: *sobs* Mommy I did a Stinkie!
Mommy: Don't worry babyboy Uncle Tony will help ya out
Uncle Tony: Alright champ, let's get ya out of those poopy pampers and ready for beddy bye !! *chuckles*
When heading out for a walk
Think about possible changeable weather conditions, go prepared
It can change rapidly out on the moors, unlike his other protection
Which can't be changed until he gets home. "OH see it got bad out on your walk son, a nice warm bath will sort you out"
ALL HE CAN DO IS ACCEPT IT WILL FILL
So stop for a moment bite your lip try to act as normal as possible and try not to cry like one
Once you think it's all done, go to the bathroom and
CRY MAMMY, well once there full as that pointless trying to maintain your a man
Mammy look I've brought a fresh one down
Could you please do the parenting thing and change me
Sat in a rather full one right now. OK son let me fluff it up and get the wipes, cream and baby powder
Whilst you drop your pants ready for me change it
I swear your loads seem to get bigger every day, now lets get you cleaned up
You know your the best Dad ever
Thought you'd have gone mad about it when you found out about it
But no here I am watching you getting another one out to put on me after cleaning up my used one
And I'll be getting plenty more out for you , cause your dirty weekend "hobby" will become your life from now on. 24/7 daddies little baby boy again from now on. But no Dad it's only a fetish thing don't want to wear fulltime. THOUGH
I love that other anon's story. I have a soft, white recliner that's pretty deep, and if I take the support piece out from under the cushion, it's really hard for most regular sized people to get up. You'd be completely unable to get yourself out of the chair and I'd absolutely have known this before gesturing for you to have a seat. Offering you drink after drink and snack after snack until your weak, incontinent bladder finally signals to you it's going to empty in thirty seconds.
That's when you try to get up and realize you can't. You probably had a bit of that realization when you sat down, feeling extra comfortable. You didn't realize how deep into the chair you are, only how it felt like a big, soft hug. You ignored any future where you had to get out of this chair. Your bladder was fine.
That was two hours ago. You sat in that chair while I brought you all kinds of drinks and snacks that I know trigger your "episodes." I paid attention at work and other times we've hung out and I know what sets off your tummy. So do you, but you ate them anyways. I think you knew what was coming. That, or you didn't care.
You finally panic and ask for help as your bladder starts screaming at you and your bowels begin singing their song. I pretend to help but really I'm not putting in as much effort to pull you up as I could.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think you were so big you'd get stuck in this chair," I say. Maybe my acting is good, but I hope it's not. I'm pulling and you're slowly getting up. Three inches off the chair. Six now. We struggle to get you to past 8 when your bowels let out and you start wetting yourself. I keep you hovered over the chair. Pulling you up while you completely fill your pull-up.
Right when you sigh in relief as you finish, I let you go and you fall back into the chair in your freshly wet and messy underpants. Oh jeez I hope you didn't leak after such a huge flood. It's okay, accidents happen. I can help you clean up if you want, whenever you feel like it. No rush if you want to finish the movie.
The next time you come over, you notice the recliner still has the stain from your accident and leaky pull-up. I didn't even try to clean it.
Oh gosh, another anon with amazing, humiliating ideas 😫😅 My body is certainly not built for those kinds of recliners, they are a real fat trap 😬 The thought of being so close to freedom, to then plummet right back down in my own mess... my my 🫣 Just the thought is making me completely flustered 🫠 Thank you for sharing, and feel free to send more scenarios/asks or DM's 👀
Felix getting scared so bad he does number 2 in his diaper and tries to deny it , but he ain't fooling no one.
Andbbdjejeje omfg yes,,,poor old man he can't help that he's so easily frightened!
Especially during Halloween- that entire holiday just has him constantly on edge,,so when he's just trying to walk home and is jump scared by one of those 8ft tall leaping/lundging animatronics that was in someone's front lawn well,,,,,,lets just say his seat is warmed in more ways then one
Of course he tries to deny it! His pants always look like this, no he'd rather not sit right now, and n-no you shouldn't check him he's a grown man he doesn't need checks! (Ollie checks him with a simple cupping of his backside and is instantly like "Birdy, you're not staying in muck because you're too prideful, c'mon." ùwú)
Would you write a scenario where your roommate finds out they have ibs but doesn’t want to change their eating habits so via magic or some scientific doodad whenever they feel the need to poop they can transfer it to you. They either tricked you or secretly gave you the medical device/performed the magic and now you find yourself pooping in your clothes during the day at random times, wherever you are.
Ooo that’s a fun one! The idea of someone feeling perfectly fine one second, then having their stomach be packed to the brim with shit and forced to push is hottt. I ran a little wild with it but I hope you enjoy!
I imagine the person with Ibs (we’ll use A and B for convenience sake) is so desperate to fix their screwed up bowels. They have the unfortunate diagnosis of Ibs-m, meaning their sickly guts go through bouts of either diarrhea or constipation. A has tried every little trick to get things under control no matter how unscientific they seem. The only thing they haven’t tried is change their diet. A is a broke college student, they can’t afford that! And they’d have to give up so many good foods…
Their latest internet deep dive for remedies has led them to some holistic website that specializes in healing gemstones. A quick scroll through their website brings up a gem that is used to help with stomach problems, they impulsively purchase the item along with the other remedies they’d found online that day.
After another week of suffering their latest splurge finally showed up at their door. The gem they’d purchased was the first opened. It came in a neatly wrapped box with a card that instructed them to always keep their new gem on them. Anytime they were feeling ill A simply had to rub the stone and their pain should be solved, under one condition; the product would only work if another person touched it first.
A felt skeptical, but quickly brought the gem to their roommate, B. They loved rocks, so it wouldn’t really be weird to get them to touch it. Sure enough, B practically snatched the glittering crystal out of their hand, gleefully inspecting it and musing out loud about what type of gemstone it could be.
“Quarts, maybe? Something about it looks off though. Hmmm” nearly 10 minutes later and the rock was back in A’s possession, relinquished from their fixating roommate. They still seem perplexed, but had settled on it being citrine that had been dyed some funky colors. A, amused by their friends enthusiasm, made their way back to their room with a small smile. They sat down and began to work through the other packages that were ordered. A really hoped one of these worked before tomorrow, they had an exam they were horribly nervous for and did not want tummy troubles on top of it.
B is up bright and early the next day, and was shooed off by A when they offered to walk with them to class. They seemed preoccupied with some weird smoothie concoction, and assured them they’d be leaving for class soon. B shrugged, they were leaving a bit early anyways.
In class, B busied themselves by studying for the test they were a few minutes away from taking, attempting to absorb as much information into their poor overworked brain. It wasn’t untill the class was nearly full with students that A showed up. B was a little bummed, hoping that A would be able so sit beside them, but had to take one of the few vacant seats on the other side of the classroom.
A was in terrible shape, they had spent the whole morning following a recipe for some smoothie that was supposed to help with gut health, but after downing the whole thing and just about jogging to their class, they felt it was doing more harm than good. They could practically feel the smoothie in them sloshing around in thick glorps as they briskly walked to their seat.
This professor was a paranoid one, and did not make a habit of letting students out for any reason during exams. They gave a small press to their bubbly stomach and silently prayed that it would cooperate. Just for an hour.
They had no such luck, and as soon as the classroom fell silent and only the scratching of pencils could be heard, a small “brrrrr” from above their bellybutton all but sealed their fate. They queasily remembered the smoothie they just drank, and how the mess rushing through their guts felt about the same consistency.
A squirmed and attempted to let out small bursts of gas as they worked their way through the exam. A couple of rough questions made their anxiety mount, and their stomach now felt like it had filled with air alongside the clumpy smoothie. The noises that were coming from their stomach were concerning at this point, and there was no way the people around A weren’t aware of their predicament.
At the appearance of the short answer section of the rest, A’s stomach gave a comical groan in protest. A gasped and couldn’t stop themselves from wrapping an arm around their tummy, trying to protect themselves from the cramping inside of them. The movement made A’s hand bump against a hard lump in their hoodie pocket, the rock! Their free hand clenched hard against the stone in a final plea to save their dignity, their grade, and their pants.
B was about halfway through their test when a sudden heaviness in their stomach distracted them. They hadn’t had much breakfast before they left, settling on a small granola bar, but now their lower stomach felt heavy and achy, like it was full. They barely stifled a gasp when a loud gurgle came from their stomach, and watched in horror as their belly pushed against the tight shirt they were wearing. Before they were able to process their stomach bloating before their very eyes, a cramp in their bottom demanded their attention.
The pain was searing, unlike anything they’d ever felt. As a person blissfully free of ibs and general stomach issues, they were powerless to deny their bodies demands. Their breathe hitched before B was forced to bear down, a miserable “uhhnn” was followed by a loud splat. B could do nothing but press their head against the table in front of them, wrap their arms around their suffering tummy, and push.
Students watched in horror as for the next 10 minutes, their poor peer would give a visible and audible push, and add to the sludgy mess in their pants. It was a disaster, every time it seemed like they were done, another heave and rounding of their back would bring another rush of thick liquid to their stained jeans. Everyone looked to their professor to help out or at least dismiss the ailing student, but he was absorbed in his computer, eyes not even glancing to his students.
Another bout of diarrhea and gas caused everything to bubble up and out of B’s pants. A disgusting slurry of light brown surged as gas fought for a way out of B’s restricting jeans. A kind student had decided enough was enough, and helped B through the aisle of seats, exam grades be damned, this was just sad to watch.
A miserably hobbled behind the friendly classmate, leaving a trail of wet farts and stains behind them. They caught A’s eyes as they had just stood up, looking very pleased and with their exam in their hands. With a gasp and a frantic dash to turn their paper in, their roommate also joined in on the help. B’s hole continued to push weakly against all the mess in their pants as they waddled to the bathroom. They naively hoped their stomach was finished with its sudden fit. But another cramp bought them to the floor. They pushed and groaned as more diarrhea was packed into their pants, making a wet gush as it all came out. A and their other helper lowered them to their knees, the change in position pushing the slick mess against their skin and pushing out above their pants waistband. They were stuck there for a while, forced to wrap their hands around their gurgling tummy as they violently shit themselves in the middle of their college hallway.
With some assurance from A and a week to recuperate, B felt like they’d recovered from the shame enough to leave the house. A suggested a drive to their favorite antique store. It was a far drive, and B felt their heart warm at the genuine attempt to cheer them up.
The roommates enjoyed their leisurely drive, A doing everything in their power to keep B’s spirits high. They had been so miserable and in pain the day of their accident. As someone with chronic tummy pains, B could really relate. They were lucky they didn’t get caught in a similar state the same day, but their stomach ache had disappeared like it was never there soon after it started. They weren’t sure how legit it was, but A felt that the pretty crystal they bought was their savior. Enough so that when their week long bought of consolation inconveniently seemed to be coming to and end in the middle of a 2 hour drive, they immediately gripped the rock and magically, the feeling of their solid waste chugging through their intestines disappeared. They breathed a sigh of relief. All clear. What an amazing invention.
B was still cautious, their suddenly explosive accident leaving them in constant fear of another episode. So when the same weird feeling settled in their tummy, B was on alert right away. They asked for a bathroom before things could go south, and A gave them a pitying look.
“We’re deep in some back roads right now, B, I don’t think we’ll be seeing anything except corn for a while.”
“No problem” B responded with a shaky, unconvincing smile. They weren’t to worried about convincing their friend and more focused on the swelling of their tummy. Their hand letting them feel how it swelled from a normal, healthy and empty stomach, to one that felt rock hard.
“Oh god” B gasped, curling up and facing the window, not even able to apologize as worse cramps than before wrecked their tummy. small farts leaked into the seat of their pants. A frantically pulled up directions on their phone and found a gas station.
“It’s half an hour away…” A spoke softly, cringing as another fart came from B, who whimpered softly in response. They drove in silence for the next ten minutes, the droning of the radio the only noise besides the near constant stream of gas that was now leaving B, along with some truly painful sounding stomach noises. A drove as fast as they could, face scrunching in concern when B started to grunt softly. They curled in even further on themselves, hiding their face in their arms to make the obvious noises of someone who was straining to poop less loud.
B gasped as more cramps twisted their tummy, and couldn’t help the strong grunts that came from them as their stomach contracted, demanding release. But no matter how hard they strained, their asshole simply pulsed and fluttered around nothing, not even gas was coming out anymore.
“Mmmgh-A, oh god, A it won’t even come out, it hurts so bad” B felt genuine panic grip them as they babbled. They felt like they would pass out or vomit, maybe both. Their blurry vision barely registered A pulling over and unbuckling their seatbelt.
“Nghhhn” A felt their hole tremble as B grabbed some napkins from the dashboard in front of A. They were carefully placed down under their seat and B felt tears well in their eyes as A directed them to pull their pants off.
“You gotta get whatever’s hurting you out” A soothed as B followed their direction. “It’s no big deal, nothing I can’t clean. Here, it’ll be easier if you put your legs on the dashboard. Without waiting for a response, A grabbed their friends legs themselves and lifted them up. B yelped, felling very exposed, but couldn’t help but groan with relief when the urge to push came again and they actually felt a little movement this time.
“A, ah! Owwwh, please help! They looked over at their friend, flushing red as the cramp puppeted their body-hands behind their knees and spreading themselves in a desperate display. A, who was chewing their lip and looking oddly guilty, nodded and scooted as close to B as the seats would allow. They pushed up B’s shirt and put one hand against their friends tummy, and bought the other above B’s straining hole, pressing right into their perineum. B gasped and was about to protest, but was quickly silenced by the cramps wracking their body. A gently moved their hands around B’s sweaty tummy in what felt like a massage, hoping to help move things along. The fingers against B’s taint moved in a gentle circling motion, and they were supervised to feel their poop being pushed downwards, the pressure coaxing out what felt like a brick.
“Haaahgh” Bs breathing was cut off as the load finally began to slowly inch out. They couldn’t stop themselves and leaned over to hold onto their roommate, shaking with fear as they felt their hole stretch….and stretch, and somehow stretch some more. They felt like they were being split open! Pebbly bits of shit popped around their rim, stretching the skin around it taut.
“There we go, just keep pushing B. You’ll feel better soon. Promise.” A smiled at them as B deliriously held eye contact while they pushed. Their eyes were unfocused, face tense and mouth open. A thought they looked kinda cute like this, and mentally kicked themself for the though. Their friend was in pain! They shouldn’t be enjoying this in any way. Instead of looking at their face, they turned their gaze downwards to see what kind of progress they were making. A monster of a log was currently holding them open, it didn’t droop a bit as it stuck out a few inches from B’s ass. A pushed gently against hard stomach and bulging taint at the same time, finally forcing the first log out with a weighty thud into the tissues below. B gasped, their legs spreading open in relief. They propped their hands on the seat and pushed hard, causing their legs to tense back up. The consistency quickly changed from pebbles to soft logs that shot out of B’s ass with surprising force. The mess was launched past where the tissues were placed and stuck to the far end of the car that was underneath the seat. The mush continued to leave them. It was an endless fountain of filth that was broken up by explosions of gas. Whic were becoming more frequent now that the giant shit wasn’t plugging B up. A felt a churn underneath their hand. Uh oh.
“A…” B gasped as they pushed their face into the arm that was reaching across the card and easing their aching tummy. “I’m gonna make a mess, I’m so so sorryynngh.” Before A could respond, a loud grunt and a sound like spilling water came from underneath B, and A watched as a thick puddle formed on the car floor. It slid down the edge of the seat and oozed its way lazily to the floor. A sighed and continued to rub B’s significantly less rounded stomach. They figured they probably shouldn’t be using that gem anymore.
You want these off as well Dad
Of course son
Would be a little bit pointless putting it over them and
You still having accidents in them, when your new "Undies" are for that very purpose to hold everything you put in them
When you explained you wear them bro
Thought it was just a comfort thing and not for actual use
But that's the best part, just using them like a little would felt the need to go so I just do it
Now excuse me whilst I go clean up unless you want to play Daddy wipe my bottom and spank me for been naughty
WHY can't it happen at home
It's like my own body punishing me for still been in a nappy
Wet ones when you're out and about is embarrassing enough, but
Now I'll have to push the bike home not going it sit on it with that in them
It all started with a wet accident in the gym’s locker room.
Not too long ago you started to workout with a small group of guys. All of them looked big and beefy, but for some reason, you felt your body was a bit behind.
One day, you all had such a great workout and went to the locker room. After lots of drinking, you and the guys ran to the bathroom. One by one they all got a booth, and you left standing there, holding your crotch.
You drank too much water during the workout, and you didn’t notice a pressure was building inside of you. You found yourself lifting, talking, laughing, you totally forgot about your bladder.
Still holding your crotch, planning what to do next, suddenly someone shouted “Boo!” to your ear. You were startled and frightened as you pushed him. You closed your eyes, put your hands on your waist, and took a deep breath to relax.
“Awwww, someone was a bit too frightened?” your friend said.
Toilet’s flush sounds came from the booths, your friends came out, as you looked down to your shorts, seeing them all wet and dripping.
“What happened here?” one of them asked.
“Apparently this little guy is a real little guy.” said the friend who scared you.
After that, you and your working out group adopted a new tradition. In memory of your locker room accident, every weekend they like to diaper you after a workout. The plushy is their new addition to your humiliation.
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@alittleisolated really tried to hold it, but he just couldn’t.
You were posing for the camera, as Lee took your weekly pictures, documenting your gains progress. The attire needed to be the same style.
“Gosh, it seems so long ago, that day I pushed you so hard you couldn’t hold it any more. Ha! But look at you now, finally, from a shrimp to a big boy! Right bud?” Said Lee, elbowing you.
”But with a high cost,” then he squeezed your huge diaper ass, “Still, totally worth it, don’t you agree?” He asked, “We’ll have such an adorable album about how you grew”.
You nodded, silently. You didn’t want to admit it, but he was right, his training got you to the physics you’ve always dreamed about. But now whenever you are around Lee, in the GYM or not, you need, obliged, to wear a thick diaper. Maybe it’s the way he trains you, maybe you just feel like a baby around him, but these days, wearing diapers around him is a fact.
Lee was your high school bully. He used to bully lots of kids, and you were one of them. He didn’t bully you much like other kids, because you knew how to avoid him, but you always feared him. Even back then, he was bulky. He was short and blond, and he had a kind of charm that boys wanted to be friends with him, girls wanted him, and you feared him. Sometimes after P.E., you looked at him across the gym, his t-shirt sticking to his torso, revealing his muscular build, your mind fixated on him. Years later, you forgot about Lee.
You signed up for the local GYM and decided you are going to have the body you always wanted. You tried different methods, different diets, different trainers, but with no results.
It was just another late evening when you saw Lee. He looked almost the same, just a little older, and built even bigger. Apparently, he was a personal trainer and had just finished giving a private workout.
Your workout went by, and you tried not to make eye contact with him. As time went by, you understood that he was one of the trainers in the gym and the only one left before closing. Now it was only you and him in the whole GYM.
”Hey! I remember you!” Lee shouted across the GYM.
You acted like you didn’t hear anything, just before your last 2 bench press sets.
”Hey! Little shrimp! What’s up man?” He got close enough that you couldn’t ignore him.
”Oh hey, Lee? Is that you?” You tried to act cool.
”Yeah! It’s been so long, wow. Good seeing you! I see you are tired of being a little shrimp and started lifting,” he said, not knowing you have been training for so long with no results.
”I am, yeah, it’s cool you are now a trainer. Well, I won’t bother you at work, I’m 2 sets short, and I’m off, good seeing you,” you said and lay back on the bench.
”I’ll spot you, go ahead. But wait, no way you can’t bench more than that! Here, let’s add more weight,” Lee said, and started to add more plates.
”No wait, I’m okay with this,” you tried to stop him from adding more plates.
”Do you want to stay a little shrimp or do you want to finally become a big boy?” he asked seriously and you just stayed silent as he added more plates.
You lay back on the bench, while he stood behind you. As you fixed your fingers around the bar, you sneaked a peek at his crotch.
You raised the bar and started pushing. At the beginning, it was manageable, but after 4 reps, you felt pressure in your whole body. You tried to return the bar, but instead of helping you, Lee prevented you from returning it.
”You are a big boy now! 2 more!” He incurred you.
You gave your whole, and did it.
”That’s it! That’s my boy! Rest a bit, and we’re doing it again,” he slapped your shoulder a few times.
”Wow, that was great Lee! But I need to use the rest from real quick, that took a lot from me,” you said and tried sitting, but then he stopped you.
”No way, no breaks! You can hold it for one more set, let's go!”
You took the bar again, checked his crotch again, then lifted.
One. Two. Three and four.
Your body got tense, too tense.
Five.
You tried to return the bar.
”No, five more!” Lee ordered.
Six.
”Can’t” you had trouble talking and lifting, “hold it”.
Seven.
”You can hold the bar, don’t worry I’m spotting.”
Eight.
Something in the body released, the pressure was gone, and you could concentrate on the two final reps.
Nine.
Ten.
”Oh man, that’s something you don’t see every day,” Lee said as he helped the bar back in its place.
”Wow Lee thanks! I did it!” You said enthusiastically.
“You sure did, look at your sweatpants,” he pointed at them.
As you got up, you were horrified to see a large dark spot over your groin.
You wanted to bury yourself right there. You wet yourself in front of your high school bully. You stood there for a moment, not daring to look at him, for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, Lee broke the ice.
”Well, nobody said becoming a big boy is easy, or stopping being a boy. But I promise you, if you’ll work out with me, I’m going to make you a big boy no matter what, even if you are a pants wetter. What do you say? Do you want to be my big boy?”
You wanted to be bigger. You wanted his physics. You wanted his attention and to be pushed forward. He could take you there. He could make you a big boy, his big boy.
Maybe you wetted yourself, but he got you to lift weights you didn’t think you could.
He saw you were debating it in your mind.
”And if you are worrying about your little accident, it’s a small price to pay. We will just have to prepare better next workout and get protection,” he said, but you didn’t really understand what he meant.
”Okay, let’s do it Lee!” You smiled at him, feeling wetness sliding down your leg.
”Amazing! We’ll close the details later, but now my big boy, go take a shower, you need it!” He slapped your ass and pointed to the showers.
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@alittleisolated needs to be pushed into becoming a big boy.
