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Really in the mood to be tied down with my ass up in the air, legs spread, face pressed into the bed with my pussy exposed. I want my pussy played with, ever so lightly, with the barest brush of fingertips and vibrating toys. I want to be shaking with need, absolutely dripping wet, my hole aching for more.

Then i want it to stop until i beg enough. I want to be forced to shake my ass in the air, trying desperately to press my bound thighs together for friction, for anything. I want to be forced to say the dirtiest things, egged on by my Dom, until Im spouting the filthiest, most depraved pleas.

The magic words are, "Please, stretch me open til I break!"

Then, i want a fat, thick fucking dildo stuffed into my pussy. No preparation, no smaller toys. Just the blunt head of a silicon cock teasing my little hole. I want to be afraid, i want to eat my words as i beg, try to take it back.

Then it pushes into me, just an inch, and i scream, because it's going to tear me apart, please, stop!!!!

"But you asked for this," they purr, "remember?" Then they force it deeper, slapping my ass and thrusting shallowly into my tight pussy. It hurts, but then they rub my clit, and ohhhh relief in pleasure, don't stop, don't stop,

But good sluts don't cum until they're full of cock. And this one isnt nearly inside me yet.

So they edge me, over and over and over until Im sobbing and incoherent, dripping down my Dom's hands and onto the sheets, drooling as i babble for mercy.

Finally, finally, the dildo slides it's final inch into me. I writhe,breathless, clit throbbing, head spinning, pussy clenching frantically as i struggle to cum, please, God ,please make my little body cum, please, please-

Then the ratcheting of duct tape unrolling, and the cold stickiness of several lengths of tape against my thighs and ass, sealing the massive dildo inside me. I moan, my pussy already aching with the girth inside me stretching me wider and wider, throbbing as it tries to push the intruding length out. Useless. It's buried to the hilt in me, and i can't escape.

"Please," i whimper, squirming, clawing at the sheets. "I-it's in, it's in, please, ohhhh it hurts, it hurts, please let me cum, please! Please!" The ache grows more and more each second, my walls stretched to the limit, my cervix crushed against the head of the dildo. My brain gets fuzzier and fuzzier, my eyes rolling back as overstimulation sets in.

Then, i feel ice cold lube drip onto my asshole. My body shocks, jerking, the implications settling into my hazy mind as a blunt object presses against my asshole. "No, baby, you aren't done yet," my Dom purrs, rubbing the rim of what feels like a beer bottle around and around my asshole, "Good sluts don't get to cum until they're full, don't you remember?"

I cry out, begging, gasping, squirming and then choking as the movement sends spasms through my stuffed pussy. "N-no!! No more, I'll break, I'll fucking break, you can't! Please!!!!!"

The bottle begins to slide in, and i scream, my ass throbbing as the glass crushes the wall of my pussy against the dildo. So full, so fucking full!!! I try to wriggle away, but to no avail. I can only go backwards, push my ass further up the neck of the bottle, and it just keeps getting wider and wider and wider and "AAA!!"

I choke out a sob, my holes clenching in defiance as the bottle pushes deeper and deeper, centimeter by agonizing centimeter sliding inside my slicked ass. My pussy is now dripping a constant stream of slick onto the bed, my mouth hanging open as endless, pitiful pleas dribble from my mindless lips.

"It hurts so good," i mumble, gasping lowly as the bottle gets wider again. It must be a wine bottle, my ass feels like it's being stretched wider and wider each second.

They chuckle, twisting the bottle cruelly until i scream. My pussy feels so crushed, simultaneously stretched beyond belief by the dildo and pressed back into shape by the bottle. "You want more?" they ask.

"N-no..."

A quick thrust of the bottle forces it what feels like inches deeper into my ass. I scream, clawing the sheets as i quickly change my answer. "Yes! YES, give me more, please be gentle, oh god!!!"

"Good girl," they smile.

It never stops, or at least it never seems to. An eternity passes before the bottle finally reaches its hilt, it's lip, neck, and body buried deep in my ass. Im beyond words, beyond thought. My body is racked by pain and hazy pleasure. I can't think, i can't move without causing myself pain. Dimmly, i hear the sound of duct tape ripping, and feel the strips being layered over my asshole. Im completely sealed, stuffed beyond anything i thought i could take. It hurts.

"P-pleaase," i moan, my dripping pussy throbbing for release. "w-wann' cummm."

They laugh, and i barely feel the stinging smack they deliver across my ass. My clit pulses, and i choke.

The buzz of the vibrator reaches my ears seconds before it touches my clit. I almost cum, arching my back and almost screaming as my ass and pussy nearly break. It's agony, it's bliss, it's-

A sharp slap to my clit nearly makes me black out. I let out a keening wail, babbling senselessly, bucking for more. "Please, god, please!" Another slap, and i bury my face in the mattress and scream.

"Do you want to cum?" they ask.

"Yes!" I cry, tears pricking my eyes.

"Do you think you deserve to cum?" they ask, and I can hear the malicious smile in their voice. I know it's a trap. I just don't care.

"Yes! Please, I did what you wanted, I was a good girl, I'm so fucking full, please! Please let me cum, I was good!"

"What are you?"

"I'm a good slut!" I cry, reveling in the blush in my cheeks and the hot sting of another slap.

The vibrator flicks on. "Good girl."

I whimper, trying to push my clit towards the sound, then it flicks off again. "Hm..." They say, as if considering, "Should we fill your pretty mouth, too?"

"N-no," I whine, "I-I can't take more, I need to cum, I need to stop, it hurts so much, please let me stop."

Mercifully, they pet my head and murmur, "Alright, good girl."

The vibrator flicks on, pressed lightly to my clit, and I explode. My body crashes in upon itself, my ass and pussy in brilliant agony as they seize upon the toys inside me, clenching brutally tightly as I cum. I can feel the tape start to give, but my Dom presses hard against the butts of the toys, pushing their lengths back inside me. My body shakes, then collapses. I quiver, the pain quickly replacing the pleasure. Tears flow freely down my face as the toy flips off, and the ropes holding me down come loose.

"T-take them out," I whimper, too broken to beg properly.

"Yes, baby, right now." They promise, slowly pulling the tape from my skin. I moan, crying openly as the bottle pops free of my ass, leaving it gaping and sore. The dildo doesn't come as quickly, and my Dom has to pull and thrust it slowly out of my tortured pussy. Finally, it comes out, and I sag. My pussy and ass, both ruined thoroughly.

They hold me, kissing me and praising me as they stroke my wet face and wash my body with wipes. I pass out quickly in their arms.

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I want the headmistress to catch me masturbating and on close inspection i have i have a yeast infection up my dirty cunt crack mommy

You’ll be stripped naked during school assembly and restrained to the chair on the stage. Your panties lifted up and shown, filthy creamy stains giggled at, the poo marks gawped at in disbelief. You’ll strain against the straps and sob when the headmistress calls Mr Stilton, the near-ancient school janitor, on stage. There’s a filthy foul mess and he’s the only qualified man for the job.

A new toilet brush will be taken out of the plastic wrapper, a teacher will hold your squirming vulva taut and open from behind, and the other girls will wince and grow ashen as the bristles are forced deep inside your vagina.

“Raw, Mister Stilton.” The headmistress will say with a firm, dulcet tone as she pets your thrashing sobbing head. “Make sure she’s spotless and too sore to itch and soothe herself.”

When the headmistress fetches the sharpened straight razor and takes your eyebrows off with two clean strokes, it happens too fast for you to whip your head away. She grabs you chin and holds you still as your long blonde hair as shorn down to the baby smooth skin in gliding strokes. Mr Stilton scrubbing your filthy little fanny with the toilet brush, Headmistress making your scalp smooth with instantaneous movements, the two of them working in tandem.

The hair is shoved and stuffed inside the diaper you’re secured in, cheeks red and swollen from the tears, vaginal canal swollen and thoroughly scrubbed clean, prepuce all the more itchy and irritated from the hair clippings rubbing your vulva. To add insult to injury, your head is smooth as a baby’s bottom, and the other girls won’t stop pointing and giggling.

“Let me ever catch you rubbing your filthy little fanny again–” Headmistress leans so close to your ear, growling and hissing quietly. “I will bring you back up on stage and invite the office administrator to come on stage, and I will hold you very still while she staples your vulva closed. Are we quite clear?”

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Prescription for Medfet

The protocol must be followed for a full 30 days without any interruption.

Keep the patient on bed rest as much as possible.

Better outcomes are obtained using social pressure to get compliance, but medical and physical restraint should be used if necessary.

Wear full anti-contagion protection. Change gloves frequently.

Begin by recording patient’s rectal temperature. If elevated begin antibiotic injections IM.

Perform a digital rectal exam to check for hardened stool. This will interfere with thorough evacuation. If found, place a glycerin suppository High in the rectum. Doing so now will allow sufficient time for complete effect.

Reglove.

Next darken the room. Using the UV Illuminator visualize the entire surface of the skin, paying particular attention to the orifices and any creases in the skin. The by products of the infection glow under UV. Use the prepared towelettes to vigorously clean any areas of the skin showing contamination. Caution: the solution on the towelettes can be irritating, especially to sensitive tissue, but do not neglect to do a thorough job. In the male retract the foreskin, in the female examine the labial folds thoroughly.

Reglove.

Restrain the patient’s head and hands. Administer the eyedrops and ear drops. Do not allow the patient to rub or touch their eyes or ears.

Reglove.

Place the biteguard/airway in the mouth. Inject the dose in 10 pulses at 30 second intervals. Be prepared to use vacuum to clear the mouth in case of vomiting. If any part of the medication is lost to vomiting, repeat the oral protocol at the end of the treatment.

Reglove.

Visualize the urethral opening. Insert the premoistened swab to the length indicated. The diameter and length of the swab has been individually determined. The necessity for god contact with the tissue means that the swab may seem, and feel too large, but this is not so. Repeat with all 10 of the swabs.

Reglove

In a female patient, insert the medicated tampon using The applicator. This is much longer and thicker than a menstrual tampon and must be place so as to reach the cul-de-sac behind the cervix. Again this was designed specifically for this patient, although it may seem too large this is necessary to completely fill the vault and maintain contact with the walls.

Reglove.

Insert the first balloon of a double bardex into the patient’s rectum. Inflate both balloons. Attach the colonic machine and initiate the cleanse cycle. This program must run for the full 15 minutes.

Reglove.

Disconnect the colonic machine, leaving the bardex in place. Reinflate if needed. Attach the drug delivery gun. Pulse 10 doses at 30 second intervals. You may need to use your body weight to restrain the patient.

Reglove.

Wait 30 minutes.

In the female, Remove the tampon. Significant traction may be required.

Deflate and remove the bardex. Manually compress the buttocks for 5 min to allow the sphincter to recove and avoid loss of medication.

Reglove.

Coat the skin throughly with medicated oil, massagein well over all parts of the body. This may be soothing for the patient, although some find it stimulating.

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A weird request i know, but if you're up for it, could we get a urinal+ cumdump who's primarily getting loads and piss pressed to their nose? Something abt the complete overwhelm of the scent, no choice but to chug down the back of the throat.. just hits right

Mmm...sure~

Maybe the poor thing lost a bet, or maybe they have a particularly strict dom. Maybe they're here of their own accord. Whatever the case may be, they find themselves in one of the greasier clubs in town, chained to the urinals in the bathroom. There are glory holes in the stalls, sure, but most of the people entering are interested in the fresh new toy that's been added to the row of toilets.

The urinal parts their lips, ready to serve the first patron, but little do they know that their users have special instructions. Instead of using the plush, wet mouth that remains inviting, the first guest jams his cock up against the urinal's nostril and pisses a hot stream right into their sinuses. They cough and sputter, trying to pull away, but the man holding their head is too strong. That, and it's their duty as a urinal to serve, right? They can't decide how people should or shouldn't use them.

The bitter sting of piss makes their eyes water, and they desperately want to sneeze, but they can't risk getting fluid all over a guest's pants. Besides, it would be rude to just reject a gift like this, so they close their mouth and start swallowing the liquid that gushes down the back of their throat. Their current guest helps by plugging their other nostril so that the piss has no route of escape. That means that the urinal has to swallow if they want to breathe - and swallow they do, dutifully chugging the last of the first bladderful.

The nest guest is much the same, as is the next. The urinal already feels like the stench will never leave their nostrils, but maybe that's the point. Maybe they're here to get a permanent reminder of what their purpose is, of what they like, of what makes them feel good. They're pulling in deep lungfuls of the acrid odor when the next visitor walks up, but instead of pissing he jacks off in front of their face, pressing his slit right to their nose as his cock twitches and pulses to pump a hot load into their sinuses. The addition of another horrible smell shouldn't make that much of a difference, but the clash of the two is almost enough to make the urinal gag - almost. As it is, they just fight back the urge to cough, swallowing valiantly in an attempt to flush the cum from their nose.

There's still some lingering by the time that guest leaves, but at least there's a line of people willing to help flush it out. The next visitor floods their nose with the familiarity of piss, and they tilt their head back to swallow the last of it before serving the next visitor, and the next. Another after that uses them for piss, but the next jerks off again, marking their nostrils with the permanent scent of cum.

No way to wash a smell like that out of the sinuses, huh? That's gonna be there forever, a reminder of the urinal's true purpose, a reminder of just how low they'll stoop to serve other people. A reminder of how low they should stoop. They were made to serve like this - and the fact that they're so willing to do it is proof.

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Mr. Jenkins' office was a stark contrast to the bustling warehouse outside. The walls were painted a cold, industrial grey, and the air had the scent of stale cigars and old leather. The only splash of color came from the framed picture of his trophy wife, smiling vacantly from her position above his desk. Tim had always found the room intimidating, but today it was suffocating.

"Take a seat,"

Mr. Jenkins said, gesturing to the chair across from him. His tone was softer now, but no less unnerving. Tim did as he was told, his eyes darting to the fridge in the corner of the room. He knew what was coming.

Mr. Jenkins leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled under his chin. "Now, Tim," he began, "you know the rules."

Tim nodded, his throat dry. "I'll get changed right away."

"Good boy," Mr. Jenkins said, a smug smile playing on his lips. "But first, I think we need to discuss your punishment for your little transgression."

The fridge's hum grew louder in Tim's ears as Mr. Jenkins' smile widened. The anticipation of what was to come was almost unbearable.

"An extra large enema, I think. With an inflatable plug retention plug. Vibrating. And then you're getting locked in your ass eating chair and I'm going to smother you for a long time."

Tim's stomach churned at the thought. The smothering chair was his least favorite piece of punishment furniture. It forced his legs apart, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, and the vibrating plugs were particularly unpleasant. He nodded meekly and began to strip out of his work clothes, his hands shaking. He knew better than to argue with Mr. Jenkins. The older man had a penchant for creative punishments, and Tim had learned that it was best to just get them over with. As he pulled on the thick, plastic diaper, the coldness of it sent shivers down his spine. It was a stark reminder of his position in this twisted dynamic. He was the diaper slave, and Mr. Jenkins was his master.

Mr. Jenkins stood and approached the fridge, pulling out a bottle filled with a murky brown solution. Tim gulped as he saw the size of the nozzle attached. It was going to be a rough night. He laid down on the chair, his cheeks pressing into the cold, hard plastic. The chair was designed to keep his legs bent at the knees and his feet in stirrups, which made it impossible for him to close his legs. Mr. Jenkins lubed up the nozzle and pushed it into Tim's tight hole.

"This is going to be a good one," he said, his voice thick with anticipation. Tim tensed as the nozzle was inserted, his body fighting against the intrusion. The liquid was cold and uncomfortable as it filled him up, stretching his insides in a way that was both painful and humiliating. Mr. Jenkins worked the nozzle in and out, the sound of the fluid sloshing in Tim's gut echoing through the room. The pressure built until Tim felt like he would burst. And then, the inflation began. The plug expanded inside him, filling his ass completely. The vibrations started low, sending waves of pleasure and pain through his body.

Tim's moans grew louder as Mr. Jenkins attached a mask to his face, sealing him in. He could feel the air being pushed out of the room, and his vision began to blur. Mr. Jenkins took a seat on Tim's chest, his weight pressing down on the diapered man. The smell of his sweat and the sound of his heavy breathing filled the space around Tim's face. Tim's struggle grew weaker as the lack of oxygen made his limbs feel like lead. His thoughts swirled around the edge of consciousness, a mix of fear, arousal, and defeat. Mr. Jenkins leaned in close, his breath hot against Tim's ear.

"You're mine," he whispered, his voice a dark promise of what was to come. The vibrations grew stronger, and Tim's body responded despite his fear. He could feel his cock swelling beneath the plastic, trapped and helpless. As the pressure in the plug grew unbearable, Tim's body began to spasm. He knew what was happening. He was going to cum, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer, tearing through him with a force that left him gasping for breath. The chair beneath him was soaked with his release, a testament to his body's betrayal. Mr. Jenkins chuckled, his weight still pi ing Tim to the chair.

"Good boy," he said, patting Tim's head like a pet. "Now, let's see how long you can hold that in for me."

Tim's breathing grew rapid, his chest heaving against the chair's restraint. The panic set in as he realized that the enema was still being pumped into him, filling him beyond capacity. He writhed beneath Mr. Jenkins, trying to find some relief from the overwhelming pressure. But his master just sat there, watching with a sadistic glee. Tim's eyes watered, and his vision grew darker as the oxygen continued to be denied to him. He could feel the warmth of his own piss spreading through the diaper, adding to the mess beneath him. The vibrations didn't stop, and neither did the influx of liquid. Tim's mind raced, desperately trying to find a way out of this nightmare.

Finally his master ripped off the mask and moved him from the chair to the floor where he had his head locked in a queening stool. The top had a section cut out for his master to sit on and force Tim to eat his ass and scat. The enema was replenished and Tim's arms and legs were tied down before his master settled his ass onto the seat, blocking out Tim's light. He let out a long fart and ordered Tim to start licking.

Tim's tongue tentatively touched the wrinkled, shit-stained flesh, gagging at the taste. The smell was overpowering, a mix of sweat, shit, and the bitter scent of fear. But he knew better than to protest. He had to do as he was told. Mr. Jenkins leaned back, his hands gripping the chair's arms tightly as he began to push. Tim could feel the warmth of his master's asshole against his face, and he knew what was coming next. He braced himself as the first wave of shit spilled out, coating his tongue and filling his mouth. The taste was vile, like nothing he had ever experienced. He swallowed, his throat tight with revulsion, as he continued to clean Mr. Jenkins' asshole. The vibrations from the plug inside him grew stronger, and Tim couldn't help but moan around the thick, foul flesh.

Mr. Jenkins chuckled darkly, obviously enjoying the display of his power. He pushed again, and more shit filled Tim's mouth. He had to fight the urge to spit it out, to rebel against the degradation. But he knew that would only make things worse. Tim's eyes watered as he worked his tongue, trying to ignore the gag reflex that threatened to overwhelm him. He focused on his breathing, on the feel of the plastic digging into his wrists and ankles, and on the steady beat of his own heart. The minutes ticked by, turning into an eternity of servitude and humiliation. The vibrations grew stronger still, and Tim felt his own body betraying him once again. He was hard, his cock straining against the confines of the soaked diaper. Mr. Jenkins noticed and grunted in approval. He leaned forward, his hand reaching down to stroke Tim's erection.

"Good boy," he murmured. "You're really getting into it."

The vibrations grew unbearable, and Tim could feel another orgasm approaching. His body tensed, and he tried to hold it back, not wanting to give his master the satisfaction of watching him cum again. But it was no use. His body was not his own, and as Mr. Jenkins continued to push his shit into Tim's mouth, he felt the release building. He came hard, the diaper filling with his seed as his body spasmed in pleasure and disgust. Jenkins stood and retrieved a spider gag, forcing it into Tim's mouth.

"I want to hear you gurgling on my shit." He lowered the diaper and pulled out the plug in his ass but before Tim could expel anything he had shoved a massive horse dildo an inch or two inside. The entire thing was a foot long or more and hooked up to a fucking machine. Jenkins turned it on slow as he began pissing in Tim's open gagged mouth.

"A long drink before you get back to smelling my farts and eating my ass. Don't worry if you can't swallow it all the chair has a basin designed to catch everything and force it into you. Say thank you slave. If you can with that gag in your mouth."

Tim mumbled something that might have been a "Thank you," his eyes watering from the stench of his master's urine and the pain of the gag.

Jenkins chuckled, then sat back down, his pants around his ankles, his cock now erect.

"Now, let's get to the main event." He reached over to the fucking machine and cranked it up. The dildo began to pump in and out of Tim's ass, stretching him even further, mixing with the remnants of the enema and his own cum. The gag filled with piss, and Tim had to swallow to keep from drowning, the taste of his master's piss filling his mouth. As the machine did its work, Jenkins began to fuck Tim's face, his cock sliding in and out of the gag's openings. Tim's eyes bulged, and his throat convulsed around the thick, veiny shaft, but he couldn't escape the relentless pace. The sensation of being used, of being nothing more than a hole for his master's pleasure, was both terrifying and strangely exhilarating. Jenkins' grunts grew louder, and Tim could feel the man's climax approaching. He braced himself, knowing that he was about to be flooded with hot cum. The first spurt hit the back of his throat, and he had no choice but to swallow. The taste was bitter, but it was a small price to pay for the temporary reprieve from the gag's stench. Jenkins pulled out, his cock still hard and dripping. He grabbed Tim's hair and forced his face closer to his ass.

"Now, clean me up," he ordered, his voice thick with satisfaction. Tim's tongue darted out, licking at the puckered hole and the surrounding flesh. He could feel the vibrations from the dildo growing stronger, and his own orgasm was dangerously close. The room was filled with the sound of the fucking machine's rhythmic pumping and the wet, squelching noises of his master's asshole. Tim's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but he knew he had to endure. This was his punishment, and he would take it until he was told otherwise. As he continued to lick and clean, Mr. Jenkins began to play with Tim's cock, stroking it roughly through the sodden diaper.

"You like this, don't you?" he taunted. "You're such a good little slut."

Tim couldn't deny it. The combination of pain, humiliation, and arousal was like nothing he had ever felt before. And as his master's hand grew more insistent, he knew that he was going to cum again, right there on the floor of the cold, grey office. The orgasm ripped through him, leaving him trembling and gasping for air. The dildo continued its assault, and the gag filled with more piss. Tim's body was a mess of sensations, all of them revolving around his degradation and the sickening pleasure it brought him. Jenkins brought over a tube and forced one end into the gag, the other end he jammed into Tim's ass.

"Go ahead and release the enema now." He taunted. Tim's body responded immediately, his bowels releasing the putrid mixture into the tube. He could feel it being sucked into his throat, filling him up even more, but the gag prevented him from spitting it out. Mr. Jenkins watched with a twisted smile as Tim's face contorted with disgust and submission.

"That's it, baby," he said, his hand stroking Tim's cheek. "Swallow it all down for me." The diaper slave's throat muscles worked overtime as he choked down the vile brew. The taste of shit and piss coated his mouth, mixing with the bitterness of his own cum. He gagged, his eyes watering, but he managed to keep it down, the suction from the tube ensuring every last drop was consumed. As the flow slowed, Mr. Jenkins turned his attention back to the fucking machine. He cranked up the speed, watching with sadistic glee as Tim's body was pummeled by the massive dildo. Tim's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth still filled with the taste of his own degradation. He could feel his asshole stretching to accommodate the relentless assault, the pain a constant reminder of his place. Jenkins leaned in, his breath hot and sour.

"You're going to take this until I say stop," he whispered, his voice a dark promise in Tim's ear. "And if you're a good boy, maybe I'll let you clean me up again." Tim whimpered around the gag, his body trembling with exhaustion and arousal. He didn't know how much more he could take, but he also knew that he had no choice. He was Mr. Jenkins' plaything, and he would endure whatever was dished out to him. The machine's tempo increased, the dildo slamming into him with a ferocity that made the chair shake. The room was filled with the sounds of wet flesh slapping against flesh, the whir of the machine, and Tim's muffled cries. He felt the pressure in his bowels build once more, and knew he was going to shit himself. The thought brought on a wave of fear and shame, but also a perverse excitement. He was powerless to stop it, and that was what made it so erotic. As the shit began to fill his diaper, Mr. Jenkins reached down and began to squeeze his stomach, pushing more of the filth out of him. Tim's body convulsed, his muscles clenching around the invading object as he came again, the orgasm tearing through him like a storm. Jenkins chuckled, watching the spectacle before him.

"Look at you," he said, his voice filled with mock admiration. "Such a good little shit eater." Tim's mind was a haze of pleasure and pain, his thoughts consumed by the need to please his master. He was lost in the depravity of the moment, his own identity all but forgotten. The fucking continued, the dildo moving faster and faster, the pressure in Tim's gut growing unbearable. He was sobbing now, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to block out the reality of his situation. But it was no use. The world outside Mr. Jenkins' office didn't exist anymore. All that mattered was the man above him, the smell of his shit, and the feeling of being used in the most degrading way imaginable. Tim was Mr. Jenkins' diaper slave, and he would serve him until he was told otherwise. And in that moment, as the dildo reached a crescendo of speed and his bowels emptied once again, he realized that he didn't want it any other way.

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Lila woke up in the back of a van, already tied up, being transported to the retraining and regression facility for disobedient cunts.

"Where am I?" she managed to croak out, her throat dry from the gag.

A stern-faced man in a crisp uniform looked back at her, his eyes cold and unwavering. "You're on your way to be taught your place," he said, his voice gruff and unforgiving.

The van's engine rumbled, the only sound in the otherwise silent metal tomb, as it sped through the desolate streets. The world outside was a blur of grey concrete and the occasional flash of color from a neon sign advertising the latest in slave technology. Lila felt the dread pool in her stomach as she took in her surroundings: the stark white walls, the thick chains binding her wrists and ankles, and the thick padding under her that she realized with horror was a diaper.

Her mind raced, trying to piece together the events that had led her to this point. The last thing she remembered was walking home from work, feeling a strange tingle in her arm. That was when everything had gone black.

The van came to a sudden halt, the tires screeching against the pavement. Lila's body jerked forward, the chains rattling as she was thrown against the wall of the vehicle. The door slammed open, and a blast of cool air hit her face, bringing with it the stench of urine and fear.

The man from the front climbed in, a sneer twisting his features as he looked at her. "You're going to be a good little slut now, aren't you?" he jeered, his hand reaching out to roughly grab her chin. "You're going to learn to love your new life."

With a jerk, he removed her gag, and she tasted the bitterness of the rubber on her tongue. "What do you want from me?" she choked out, her voice shaking with fear.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against her cheek. "Oh, sweetheart, we're going to want everything from you," he whispered, his eyes dark with lust. "But first, you're going to learn to be a proper baby girl for us."

Her eyes widened with terror as she felt a cold, wet substance being forced into her mouth. She tried to gag, to spit it out, but it was too late. Her throat constricted, and she swallowed involuntarily. The taste was foul, like something between spoiled milk and antiseptic.

"That's right," the man said, his voice low and soothing, almost kind. "Take your first taste of obedience. It's going to be a long road ahead, but I promise you'll come to love it."

The diaper was thick and uncomfortable, already starting to chafe against her skin. She could feel the warmth spreading through it as her bladder emptied involuntarily, and she realized with a mix of horror and embarrassment that she had just wet herself.

The man's sneer grew wider as he saw the understanding dawn in her eyes. "Good girl," he murmured, stroking her cheek. "You're already starting to learn."

The van doors were thrown open, and she was dragged out into the cold, unforgiving light of the facility. The walls were high, topped with barbed wire, and the sounds of whimpers and muffled cries filled the air.

"Welcome to the Nursery," he said, his grip tightening on the chain around her neck. "Here, we'll teach you everything you need to know to serve your new masters."

Her heart raced as she took in the sight before her: rows of cribs filled with women of all ages, all wearing similar diapers and looking at her with a mix of fear and resignation. This was not a place she ever wanted to be, but she knew there was no escape.

The man led her to an empty crib, tossing her into it without ceremony. The bars clamped down around her, trapping her in a prison of wood and steel.

"Your first treatment is a fully automated power washing. Several high volume enemas will be administered while you're fed a thick slurry of laxatives. Don't worry the enema plug can go in with your diaper still on. Then we make you retain it as you're stress tested, made to crawl, and beaten. After that we might let you expel it into your own mouth, or your diaper, it depends on how hard you beg."

Lila's eyes watered as she was strapped down onto a cold, metal table. Her wrists and ankles were secured with thick leather straps, and she felt the cold steel of the enema nozzle being forced into her anus. The man's words echoed in her mind, each one more horrifying than the last. She had never felt so helpless, so utterly violated.

The machine whirred to life, and she felt the first jet of icy water spray into her bowels. She screamed, the sound muffled by the thick gag that was now being pushed into her mouth. The pain was intense, and she could feel her body's natural reactions fighting against the intrusion. Her muscles clenched, trying to expel the nozzle, but it was no use. The water kept coming, filling her up until she thought she would burst.

As the water continued to flow, the man in the uniform stood over her, his expression one of perverse pleasure as he watched her squirm and struggle. He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. "This is just the beginning, little one," he murmured. "You're going to be so clean, so empty, when we're done with you."

The process was agonizingly long, the cold water and chemicals burning her insides. She could feel the pressure building, and she knew she couldn't hold it much longer. Tears streamed down her face, and she pleaded through the gag for them to stop, but they only laughed and tightened the straps.

Finally, the water stopped, and she was released from the table. Her legs wobbled as she was made to stand, the diaper heavy and soggy between her thighs. The man held out a cup filled with a thick, brown sludge. "Drink," he ordered, and she had no choice but to comply.

The taste was vile, but she downed it, knowing what was to come. The laxatives took effect almost immediately, and she felt the cramps begin. The man watched her with a cruel smile, timing her with a stopwatch. "You've got five minutes to crawl to the next station," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "If you don't make it, the punishment will be severe."

With trembling legs, Lila began to crawl, the diaper chafing against her skin with every movement. The floor was cold and unforgiving, and she could feel the eyes of the other women on her, their expressions a mix of pity and fear. The smell of the facility was overwhelming, a cacophony of bodily fluids and cleaning chemicals.

The crawling was agonizing, the diaper rubbing against her raw skin with every movement. She felt the cramps growing stronger, the urge to go to the bathroom becoming almost unbearable. She didn't know if she would make it in time.

The man's whip cracked through the air, and she flinched, the sound a harsh reminder of her new reality. "Move it, cunt," he barked. "You're wasting precious time."

Lila quickened her pace, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She had to make it. She couldn't face whatever punishment awaited her if she didn't. The world around her was a blur, her focus solely on the next hand in front of her, the next breath, the next moment.

As she approached the next station, she felt the inevitable release, the diaper filling with the hot mess of her waste. The man chuckled, his eyes gleaming. "Looks like you're going to need a change, baby girl," he said, his voice thick with malice.

The sound of the whip cracking down on her back was the last thing she heard before the darkness claimed her again.

[dark-dips]

Birthday Boy

It's been four months since daddy took you in. Four months that your pecker has been locked in a cage. Four months since you last used a potty. The last four months have been nothing but used diapers, pent up sexual fruatration and humiliating situations.

Your status as a helpless diapercuck has been reinforced by 2 to 4 hour daily hypno sessions. Spiral videos with subliminal text and audio and pictures and videos of furry art and men in diapers. Wetting their diapers. Pooping their diapers. Showing off their diapers and chastity cages. Having fun with their used diapers. Being fucked and sucking cock. All of it training you to be an obedient, diaper using cuck.

Every time daddy changes your diapers he uses his fingers to toy with your prostate. Or he breeds you as you lay in your open, sodden, smelly diaper and filled you with his seed, plugging your hole with a dildo or plug everytime he is done breeding your hungry, needy bum. Each month daddy rewarded you by removing your cage and letting you hump out an orgasm in your full, stinking pampers as he watched and coaxed you on. Congratulating you when you finally made stickies and showed him how much you love your diapers.

Your transformation had not been private either. All of daddy's friends knew you as a helpless baby cuck and bottom bitch. Daddy also had taken thousands of pictures of you. Diaper checks, cute poses, diaper changes. And so many videos of you peeing and pooping in your diapers and playing like a baby or humping your diapers. Lots of videos of daddy and his friends breeding your bum. And all of these had ended up online as well, fully exposing you as a diaper baby cuck.

Four months of diapercuck life. But today is your birthday. Daddy said he had a special reward for his little diapercuck. As you sat in your highchair, sucking your bottle in your full night diaper you wet yourself more and strained in your cage wondering what the reward would be as daddy prepared your breakfast. Was he going to let you try pull ups? Was he going to let you cum early? Maybe give you your big boy pants back? When your mind went to earning your manhood back you would think of your old life.

You used to be a major top. Hunky, larger than average cock. Taking back men from the club to fuck and blow your load in and toss out after you had used them. No care or responsibility. That is what drew daddy to you. He saw an irresponsible child treating other people like toys to use, break and forget about. So he decided you would be perfect for him to break. A hard lesson learned about what it feels like to be someone's helpless plaything. So he flirted with you. Got your interest. Maybe put something in your drink. You never remembered how the end of that night went. You only remembered waking up strapped to a changing table in an oversized nursery, daddy explaining how your life would be from now on as he locked your cock into a cage that was intentionally small and designed to shrink the cock you were so proud of into a tiny baby dinky. You remember him putting you in the first of what would be many, oh so many thick, crinkly, embarrassingly babyish printed diapers. You remembered the mitts and booties and the pacifier gag. And the first time daddy put a visor on you and since it was your first time, left you there watching the spiral diaper porn for a full 8 hours of initial re-education. Boy were you smelly, horny, gooning and babbling after that.

"Alright baby boy! Brekkies is ready!" Daddy said, breaking you from your flashbacks as he placed a big birthday breakfast in front of you. With your toddler utensils. You were shocked when daddy undid your wrist straps on your high chair and freed your hands from your mitts and let you feed yourself. It was such a big boy breakfast too! Bacon, eggs, cereal, fruit, an actual glass of orange juice and actual mug of coffee and a beautiful hollandaise sauce. You were so excited to eat it like a big boy too, despite the plastic todder utensils. So excited that you never noticed the odd taste from the laxatives in the food and diuretics in your drinks. Once your breakfast was done daddy let you out of your high chair and patted your padded rump saying "alright champ! Let's get your stinky bum out of that diaper and get you cleaned up. You have a BIG day ahead of you so let's get to it!" He said, glancing at his watch to make sure he had you clean and where he wanted you before the diuretics and laxatives you were blissfully unaware of kicked in.

Daddy actually unlocked your cage and threw it away during your bath saying "my boy won't be needing this anymore!" This made you instantly hard!

"Oh my gosh!" You thought to yourself. "Maybe daddy is really gonna let me be a big boy again! Maybe I can actually learn his name!" You were so excited you didn't even register that daddy never let you use the potty before walking you and your still hard, albiet smaller dick back to your nursery. He walked you over to your change table and helped you onto it. You whined a bit realizing you were still going to be diapered on your birthday, but no more cage! Maybe you would even be allowed to cum twice!! You were so excited as daddy attached the wrist restraints and tummy restaints, trapping you on the change table. Then everything went the opposite way of what you were hoping for...

"Happy birthday baby! Daddy has three BIG gifts for you! The first is this!" Daddy held up a new cage. Much smaller than your old one. This made tears come to your eyes as you were now really hoping for that orgasm and realizing it wouldn't come. You tried to protest: "B-b-but daddy! Its my birthdmmph!!!!" was all you could manage before daddy silenced you with your paci gag.

"Shhhhh baby it's alright. Daddy knows what day it is. It's a very special day! And this is a very special, nano sized cage!" Daddy said affixing it to you. "Let me show you why it's special. See this?" Daddy asked holding a small, plastic cylinder looking thing. You nodded obediently.

"This is a permalocker. This cage has no key. You will wear it forever." Daddy said with a smile as he slid the permalocker into the cage and clicked it into place. "There, that click means it is never coming off and your baby dinky will never get hard again! Say bye bye to cummies!" You whined and started crying now. How was this a birthday gift?! But daddy wasn't done. "Your first gift is that you will never get hard again and all your cummies from now on will be ruined accidents or from anal stimulation. Now, for your second BIG gift!"

Your eyes widened as daddy pulled out two diapers and four stuffers. One diaper was a white thick diaper meant for heavy wetters, only it was perforated with a lot of holes in the plastic shell. The second diaper was a big, pink printed abdl diaper. 2 stuffers went into each diaper and the plain white diaper was put on first, printed diaper second. "This will be your normal diapers from now on. You've become such a super soaker over these last four months that daddy has decided you need diapers this thick from now on. Big babies like you need big diapers after all. So get used to this thickness baby boy, this is your new normal. Happy birthday!" The tears really started flowing now as daddy checked the fit of your ridiculously thick diaper making sure it was nice and snug. He undid the straps when he was done and freed you from the change table and patted your thickly padded rump as he held you and you sobbed.

"There there baby. Don't cry. Daddy knows you love your diapers and your cage. And you know that unlike all those boys you used to fuck and use in your old life, daddy will always be there to care for his cute, baby boy!" This did little to console you. It was your birthday! You wanted cummies and yearned for a fleeting glimpse of adulthood. Not permanent chastity and thicker diapers! But you couldn't help but rub your thick padding. The hypnosis training was still present and your diaper and cage did feel good. You started straining in your smaller cage. Your tummy started to gurgle. Being pressed against him, daddy felt your gurgling tummy and new he had to get you ready quickly for the third part of your present.

Daddy led you over to your baby bouncer and started strapping you in and hoisting you into the air. Suspended and bouncing and whining into your pacifier, you began to wet yourself as daddy put your mitts on and attached them to the front of your bouncer with a devious positioning so that you could just touch the front of your padding but not reach your crotch where your cage sat buried in layers of now damp padding.

"It's time for your final BIG gift baby. Daddy has a special hypno file just for you. It's really going to reinforce your status as a diapercuck for life. It's a good 5 hours long too, so daddy will come get you for playtime and a nice birthday dinner out at your favorite restaurant when we're done!" Daddy put your VR visor on, making your world go black as night. The noise cancelling headphones came next and a final pat on your padded rump as your stomach gurgled once again.

A few minutes later and the VR visor sprang to life bringing the colour of a spiral back to your world. Trancing you almost instantly. But, even if only for a few seconds the text and daddy's actual voice on the file, using your actual name made your eyes widen and ears prick up and then grabbed your full attention. "This file will show you how much of a baby you are and how big a baby you will ALWAYS be." The hypno file spoke in daddy's voice as the images and videos started coming behind the spiral. Your eyes widened even more as you realized every picture, every video was of you! All the embarrassing moments, diaper checks, breedings and playtimes that daddy had snapped, recorded and posted of you online made up the images and videos behind the spiral of your new file. All the subliminal text and voice on the file specifically naming and talking to you in daddy's voice. Your tummy gurgled again and you finally messed yourself and flooded your diaper, coincidentally timed to a video of you filling your diaper with a massive poop behind the spiral. The weight of your diaper filling up hit the pressure sensor daddy had installed in the seat of your bouncer, making the two vibrators in the crotch of the bouncer spring to life. With the thickness of your new diapers the 2 vibes, though strong would not supply near enough sensation to make you cum. But would keep you stimulated, straining and leaking as your mind broke completely, melting away to all the images and videos of your diapercuck life flashing behind the spiral.

For the next 5 hours you filled your diapers and bounced and squished and moaned and strained as the hypno file and vibrators in the bouncer mercilessly broke you. This was when you realized that you would always be daddy's helpless, exposed diapercuck. No more topping. No more potty. No more big boy you. You now willingly accepted your new life and said bye bye to your big boy thoughts. Bye bye to your cummies. But at least you knew you would always be loved. Always be cared for. And always be a baby. And that made you and your permenantly caged dinky VERY happy.

Happy birthday baby boy!

-Fin

[dark-dips]

The suffocating darkness behind the gimp mask was the first clear sign of my colossal mistake. You know, you could’ve done this right, gone to the Adult Clinic, become a diaper dependent that way. But I didn’t have the money, I took a cheap gamble, and this is where it got me: a straitjacketed, diapered slave.

I should’ve known better. The website screamed "suspect," her claims of a "walk-in-and-out treatment" were blatant lies. But I let my dick do the walking, and here I am. I had a chance to walk out while I was sitting in that waiting room, nervous, waiting for her. I could have gone back but I willingly followed her into her office and accepted a drink. It was spiked, of course, and I woke up like this: gagged, masked, bound, and diapered. She told me this was my life now, her diaper play slave, messing for her and being stroked by her.

Before I even had a chance to mess my diaper, she stroked me to release, then, as a cruel jest, locked me in a chastity cage, keeping me constantly aroused and frustrated. When I finally started to mess for her, every little accident brought on a spanking on my bare bottom. And when she finally did allow another release, she ruthlessly milked me, squeezing until the last drop, bottle-feeding me milk mixed with my own cum.

Eventually, I did become diaper-dependent, but it was a hollow victory, given where I am. Time has dulled the edge of my desperation. The hope of escape has become a distant whisper. I've grown apathetic, I guess, and now, I’m just a diaper play slave to my new mistress. I've learned to accept this twisted reality, one soiled diaper at a time.

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[dark-dips]

In need of a mean girl determined to scrub my sloppy cunt raw clean inside out. Preferably with a toilet brush or something equally harrowing

[dark-dips]

HARD TIME

All Haley wanted was to be a star but now she was going to be someone’s infantilized accessory . Having flown out to LA to audition for a role she was excited and after having lunch with the producers assistant do you agree to come along in her car to meet which was her last mistake . When she entered the car and buckled in, she was quickly grabbed a bag placed over her head and injected with a mild sedative and every breath she took brought her closer to unconscious before she finally passed out . Sometime later, she woke face on the mat of a cold concrete floor . Still dazed, she tried to move only to fuel a warm hug of a straight jacket surrounding her . As she felt her surrounding she felt a warm wet sensation around her crotch and smelled it a diaper . Actually, she laid there dazed and surprised she wondered what happened to her and she would get her answers soon enough . The door opened, revealing the producers assistant and the demand himself.  the man, looked at her and node affirmatively saying that she got the part but not the one she wanted tho . He introduced himself and his mistress as new nanny who would look after her during the transition phase . He explained to Haley that she had been chosen to undergo infantilization and she had all the right qualities to do so and needed to get her here under false pretenses . He continued by telling her that they already begun and given her first series of muscle relaxers to have her lose control of her bladder, which they could already tell was wet and would demonstrate. His mistress nanny will turn Haley over onto her back, pulling her numb legs up and unsealing the diaper . She would clean her and powder her crotch before putting a new one on her . All Haley could do was watch on in fear as she did . He explained that once she was ready, she would be adopted until then she would live here for now on until she finished her transition. 

Both would leave the room, locking it behind them, leaving haley face down and ass up in total shock at what happened and all she could do was cry her eyes out for hours . Later on they would be back to change her again and feed her for dinner, which was a warm bottle as she was held by the nanny mistress as she feed Haley, her warm bottle of medicine and formula . Days and weeks would pass without any measure of time being kept by Haley asked the days and weeks bleed into each other as she lost herself in isolation . She would cry periodically lamenting her decision not to tell anyone where she was going that she wanted to keep it a surprise if she got the “part” that was a lie . Eventually her decisions and the reasons to cry stopped mattering as her new reality set in . Her mind started to go along with her language skills as it requested back to an infantile state . As the months passed her legs would atrophy and turned to jelly being unable to stand up or walk having always been kept on her belly or back. Eventually, she would be let out of the room brought to a makeshift nursery with other captive people in similar states unable to communicate or transfer ideas of what they’ve been through so far. Almost a year and change Haley had all but forgotten about herself and was no more an Infantilized adult lacking any independence or agency to speaker of . Then the day would come when she would be adopted by a nice lesbian couple who took her in to begin her life again as an Infantilized woman who only ever wanted to be a star.



[dark-dips]

You have such gross little fantasies, it’s so cute. Reading your blog and filling your broken prolapsed asshole with soapy water. Then when you’re all full and cramping I use a toilet brush to scrub you hole clean.

uhhhn please.. get me on all fours, tie my hands down if i struggle. shove a tube in my hole and watch my eyes widen as i feel the first burn of the soap enema, with more to come.

im imagining you keeping me on my hands and knees, using me as a seat while you scroll through my filth and laugh at how bad i want to be used like this. make me squirm with shame as you call me names and pinch my welling prolapse, slapping my ass, all while my stomach grows heavier below me. i feel it flow deeper, seeping through my insides and leaving that unbearable itch, along with the urge to expel it all, but gravity is against me and with you gripping my ruined gutmeat around the tube there's simply no way out.

my pleas do nothing to slow the liquid but when you decide that's enough, the tube comes out but you still hold my ass closed. the pressure on my insides is too much and your warm hand around my prolapse has me bucking my hips as if im trying to fuck it in and out of your hand.

i can't move much from this position so i don't see what you do next but the feeling of those stiff nylon bristles against my assflesh leaves little question as to what's coming.

any other time I'd be crying and begging you not to hurt my ass like that but right now all I'm thinking of is wanting to fuck back on it. i want to feel the bristles deep inside scraping at my guts, pump it in and out until that soapy water is spurting out of my hole with each thrust. shove it in as far as it will go and swirl it around like you really are cleaning a toilet.

that's the first moment i wonder if the brush was actually used before you decided to clean my ruined hole with it. the thought makes me retch with horror but my ass clenches in excitement. with no way to know i just buck stupidly against your thrusts, my insides chafed and rubbed raw, heightening the soapy sting. most of it is on the floor by now, anyway.

when you pull the brush out through my loose asscunt it catches on my flesh like a goodbye kiss before you scrub the outside for good measure, and the rest of my soap enema shoots out of my floppy prolapse, sputtering like a deflated balloon.

[dark-dips]

You responded so well to my ask about cleaning your dirty hole! I have another gross little idea for you. I think I should punish you for being a gross little boy by having you face down ass up, your prolapsed hole on display. I empty a pack of “Orbeez” into your fuck hole and then piss inside you so they can expand. I add another liter of water for good measure before I close your prolapse with rubber bands. I then tell you to clean yourself up, I have a long date for us planned tonight. I take you to a mall, your guts cramping and begging for you to expel everything I’ve put into you. After making you walk around half the mall I bring you to the food court to get something to eat. While we sit you think you can feel something moving around in your guts. I tell you you’re being silly and that’s just the Orbeez moving around your slightly distended tummy. When we’re done eating and you’ve had enough reprieve from walking while cramping I pull you up from your chair and guide you through the rest of the mall. Once I’ve felt you’ve had enough I take you home. When home I can tell you’re anticipating me taking off the rubber bands and ending your torment and the shifting in your hole. Instead, I walk you to your room, help you change into pajamas, and cuddle you on your bed. I rub and massage your poor tummy while you clench and something inside writhes. You complain again that you can feel something moving inside you and I grin. I kiss your head and tell you not to worry about it, the grubs inside you need more time inside your safe warm hole. You can stop being an incubator in the morning, your babies need more time to grow.

i can't hide my excitement when you get me down on my knees and make me present my hole for you. it never gets less humiliating but i get hooked on the feeling of playful hands sliding over and inside my prolapse while i twitch and leak. imagine my surprise then when you barely get to stretching at all, just hold me open enough to tip a pack of those cold little jelly-like balls into me.

i squirm as i feel them landsliding into me, rolling, squishing up in my insides. in this position, they make it pretty deep without much encouragement.

"o- orbeez...?" you've teased me that you'd do something like this before, so i have a pretty good idea of what you're filling me with. there's a pause and it feels like you're finished pouring them into me.

"...so you think you know what happens next?"

i freeze up in anticipation. i know something has to make them expand, to put me in real discomfort, and my fears are confirmed when i feel you pressing into me, and i feel your warm piss hit my insides.

it lessens the chill of the little balls packed inside me, and i know it's going to make me feel a lot more packed. you're holding my prolapse like a cock sheath, and the feeling of being stretched over your cock along with the shifting discomfort inside me makes me buck my hips and whimper. whenever i try to recoil from you, im held tight by your grip on my prolapse. i fucking love being a slave to my ruined ass. being filled with another person's piss should really be grossing me out more than it is. but you've already pounded and cleaned my hole with a brush like a real toilet, this is what i am for you now.

you piss inside me for a good two minutes. by the end i feel the weight of my liquid in my stomach, making it hard to keep position, and i worry just how much the things inside me are going to expand. but when you pull out of my slop hole and fist it shut, it's not long before something else presses against me. this time the plastic nozzle of a 500ml syringe.

it torrents inside me in a drawn-out squirt before i have time to process how much liquid that is. then another without warning. i choke and my stomach gurgles as the liquid moves and jostles within, shifting weight and flowing through me under the force of gravity. my guts wont be able to tolerate such an enema for long but you're already tightening elastic bands around the base of my prolapse.

once you're done, you let me fall to the floor. the i couldn't hold up the weight and i collapse, reeling from how sudden it all is.

"what, you were expecting this kind of thing, weren't you?"

there's a biting pain at the base of my hole. my guts spasm but no matter what they can't release anything through the tight cinch you've put on my asshole, and the fruitless cramping hurts like hell, i can only writhe on the floor.

"get up. it's date night, remember? the uber's on the way, so get yourself ready."

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"see? the worst of it passes soon." you reassure with a whisper, your hand is on my stomach. i shuffle through the mall at your side, sweating with the effort of walking with my sloshing gut, and the cramps that threaten to let a whole torrent into my underwear. except i can't. it's the weirdest thing to feel my bowels fail and yet... nothing comes out. not with my asshole tied shut like this.

every time that wave comes over me, i falter, my thighs glued together, clinging to your jacket. i must look awful, sweating and red-faced. i try to shamefully hide in your shoulder as you walk me to the food court, my welling prolapse hidden with a sweater tied around my waste.

you were right, my body is now more used to the fullness and while my body burns with the urge to expel it all, at least i know i won't leak. i'm surprised my stomach hasn't expanded more, maybe it takes a while. and thank god, because the food you've put in front of me is about to make me even fuller.

i poke at the box of noodles as you sit across from me with a warm smile ear to ear, enjoying your own meal as if this is nothing but a sweet weeknight date. meanwhile my prolapse is pressed against the chair and numbing with the rubber bands. my stomach feels way to stuffed to fit much else, and i feel like something is shifting in me. the orbeez must be starting to swell and it's forcing them to move in my gut. or my food settling. im scared about just how much they might grow, and it makes me hesitant to put anything else in me. plus something deep inside seems to writhe whenever i look at the noodles before me.

"whatever's the matter?"

"i, uh..." i try to sit through the cramping of my stomach, my whole digestive system crying out from start to finish, until it almost threatens to force my food back up my throat. i clutch my stomach and double over. "please, please, i can't manage any more..." i say through choking breaths.

i was expecting you to be more disappointed in me for cutting our date short. but you give a sympathetic shrug and usher me on our way home, my head in your arms as i cry and hiccup through more cramps on the car ride. the movement in my tummy is only getting more pronounced, although i can't tell how much I'm growing, i can't bear to look and only try to sit through the sickening feeling.

"i really think something is wrong, it feels..."

"i know what i put inside you, it shouldn't do you any harm."

i can barely walk back through our door and i immediately collapse to my knees, almost retching. as you kneel down to me i look at you with pleading eyes, I've endured your treatment and it's about time you let me empty my swelling guts.

"oh you must be tired from carrying all that around."

i nod.

"you did so well. we'd better get you to bed."

imminent relief is there as you lead me upstairs and to the bedroom, helping me out of my clothes now i have no energy and i shudder with the still odd feeling of movement in me. but when you help me into my pajamas and start to pull me into bed, panic rises in me.

"let them out? no i know it's hard, but i need you to keep those in just a little longer for me. won't it feel all the better if you do?"

"it's moving, i can't..." if it doesn't come out that way i'm scared it will force it's way up my throat. "wriggling... gonna hurl."

"nonsense, you can endure it a little more. i can't wait to watch you birth these."

you nudge my crotch with your leg and i can't think for the desperation to just empty myself already, so that i barely hear your words as you massage my tummy and whisper small comforts. eventually i fall asleep from exhaustion in your arms, hoping that soon you'll release me from this torture.

[dark-dips]

Since you're a disgusting garbage bin whore, I'd love to shove trash in all your holes...leftover food in your cunt like banana peels and chicken wings, gone off milk in your ass, and leftover paper in your mouth. Objects like you are too pathetic to deserve to eat real food.

im so wet reading this 💕

please treat all my holes like infinite garbage disposals. anything you want gone, put inside of me. stuff things into me like they dissappear, like my cunt and ass and stomach are black holes. once its in me, its my problem.

if i spend three hours every night squating by the dumpster pushing apple cores and used condoms out of my cunt, its my problem. if i spend two more flushing coffee grounds and spoiled milk out of my asshole with the garden hose, its my problem. if i finish every night by chugging gallons of water just to puke the cigarette butts and used qtips out of my stomach, its my problem.

i only deserve to eat table scraps directly into my asshole. since i am just holes, it doesn't matter which one you stuff food into. a cunt isn't starving if it has a sausage rammed against its cervix. if i lie and say im "hungry" just stuff more lemon rinds into my pussy.

[dark-dips]

How to treat me

I’m a stupid selfish fuck slave who needs this blog to look at porn and fantasize about all the things that have happened and will happen to me. I have no limits and want nothing but cruelty. In return I’ll provide nothing but love and obedience. 

If you don’t want me to breathe you shouldn’t have to bear it. Just choke me out or put me in a ball gag and kick me so I lose consciousness. 

If you don’t want me eating real food, please serve me gruel and mix in a little of your piss to sweeten it, if I’ve been good. I’ll beg for it if necessary. 

And of course I’ll wake you up with a blowjob. There’s nothing better than a nice, thick dick to choke me in the morning. 

But if you need to shit and don’t want to interrupt the blowjob, than please by all means I’d prefer it if I could keep blowing you while you take your morning shit. 

After I’ve drained your balls dry of cum, of course please let me swallow your piss while you sit on the toilet. 

We’ll have to work out whether you would like to lovingly clean your dirty asshole with toilet paper AND my tongue or just solely my tongue. Let’s say for now you just want me to kneel down behind you and clean your shit out of your asshole with toilet paper while you take a business call with your boss. You have important work to do, menial tasks like this are for me. That way you can stand in the bathroom and do your important man work while your fuck slave takes care of her job. Of course, even if it was paper, I’d gladly finish you off with my tongue once you’re clean. 

But I’m a worthless cunt so I’ve probably done something wrong. Beat the ever living fuck out of me for displeasing you and not cleaning you well enough. I know if I didn’t do such good a good job using my tongue to please you but I understand if one day, when you have a prettier cunt, you want to cut it off. 

In fact, when you HAVE found a prettier cunt and don’t need me anymore, please have her blow you seductively and allow me to express my love and adoration one last time before you cut the tendons on my throat with your knife. I promise my last thoughts will be how much I love you and how much I hope your new slave will please you as much as I did. 

But for now, I still have my youth and beauty, so please make full use of my tight little fuckdoll body. First base is anal, second is ass to mouth. I go to first on the first date. 

But if you don’t want to bother asking my name or getting to know me, just slip something in my drink, then drag my pathetic holes back to your sex dungeon and rape me to your hearts content.

I would never, ever try to escape. I promise, you will only need to chain me to places because I both look good in chains and because I’m so stupid I get distracted easily. As a woman there’s naturally a strong undercurrent of hysterical emotional mumbling underneath everything I do, which is as strong a thought as I’m able to formulate. So while I would never run, unless you chain me to the stove to cook your dinner I’ll probably get distracted and wander off. 

That’s only for the beginning though until you’ve trained me. I imagine your beatings would be so harsh and unforgiving, and your brainwashing and mind control so total and thorough,  that even my tiny peanut cunt brain could learn quickly. Eventually I’ll be so well trained I’ll anticipate your every need and I’ll be able to follow your eyes as you read so I can turn the pages for you, and stand at attention with a water jug while you’re watching tv to refill it whenever you take a drink. 

Of course, if you just want someone to adore your massively, kingly, scepter-like dick while you ignore them and watch the game, just click your fingers. Once for a nice, slow blowjob, twice for a quick throatfuck, three times for anal, and four times for me to pleasure you with my pussy (Pussy is the last because I assume it’s going to be the rarest). 

I’ll be as loud or quiet as you want. If you want to whip my bare back and have me only sigh in pleasure instead of screaming, I will. 

I know I don’t deserve pleasure, but obviously sometimes you’ll like to remind yourself what an intense masculine man you are and how much pleasure you can bestow upon women, so while I would imagine most of our fucking sessions will be anal or a cunt numbed by numbing cream, occasionally you’ll want me to remind you how gooooood at sex you are and how amazing you’re capable of making me feel, and I’ll just cum over and over and over and over on your cock, because it’s the cock of a god. I can ask you permission every time or you can just pound away and I’ll just keep cumming because I love you so much. This is up to you though. If you want me to never cum again, I never will (although I’d imagine you want me edging every day so my cunt is always wet and frustrated). 

You definitely do not love me though, and that’s completely to be expected. Most of the time we fuck I definitely will not cum. I don’t deserve love. So every time you fuck me, I’d imagine it’s going to be my ass while you whip my back. Of course I’ll clean your shaft with my mouth afterwards and dry it with my hair. 

As your pleasure slave and body slave, as your maid and servant, as your property and possession, it’s also my duty to keep the body you own, which I inhabit, up to your exacting high standards. My titties are big enough and my waist is small, but I need to make sure they stay that way. Maybe while you’re away at work and after I finish cleaning your house, I could do a brutal workout regime to keep it in shape. And one can never do many squats! I want to have a big, full, nice, firm as for you to grab onto while you’re buttfucking me to your hearts content.

Don’t worry about staying in shape though. Your couch doesn’t care how heavy you are when you sit on it’s face, why would I care?

If you have a big, heavy belly I’ll edge thinking about it. You’re the perfect adonis no matter what. You’re zeus and I’m some gross filthy peasant woman you’ve deigned to fuck for a day. 

And part of keeping my body pretty is that I should always remain hairless below my eyebrows. I’ll be completely and totally hairless. Of course it would never even occur to you to shave your crotch. You’re my owner, your pleasure is tantamount. You should never be put through the slightest inconvenience. Besides, I love the taste of your skin and hair on my tongue. 

Staying thin shouldn’t be an issue, as five times a day I’ll suck nutritious, grey gruel. That’s most of my meal intake, filled with protein and vitamins and served in a doggie bowl. Usually there will be piss mixed into it, but maybe cum on my birthday? If you let me keep my birthday that is and not give me a new one or remove it all together. I’ll lick the bowl clean and thank you for the honor of being allowed to be fed, (and then wash it clean, as I’m the one doing the dishes).

As a reward, once I get up to your incredibly high standards, would you allow me to feast on your scraps once you’ve finished your breakfast? It’ll be a scant amount of food of course, as I’ll cook you delicious, delicious meals every single day, so you’ll eat it all, but if I’m allowed, then after you’re done and have no more use for me, then I can eat the leftover crusts on your plate and lick the plate clean before I rub it on my needy, undeserving cunt. I’d not be worthy of this honor, of the honor of putting something in my mouth that was once in your mouth, but you’re such a kindly man that you’ll allow me, won’t you? I don’t want to get greedy though. The only thing from your mouth that belongs in my mouth is your spit. 

Slap me in the face and tell me to open my mouth, then spit into it while I look at you with shining eyes and swallow it. Or spit on my face of course.

One of the things I enjoy the most is while you’re brushing your teeth, I’ll be worshipping you on my knees, and you can yank my hair back and make me open my mouth so you can spit the toothpaste into my mouth. Or if you don’t even want that much effort you can just spit in my hair. 

I wear nothing but what you want me to at all times. Including nothing at all. Including heels. I always do my makeup. I always reapply my makeup. I want you to get hard just by looking at me. 

And of course, we haven’t even talked about the most important thing: all the ways I’ll drain your beautiful cock and amazing balls of that delicious white gold. I’ll like your balls gently or furiously, and you’ll have to slap when I’m too fast or too slow. Maybe I’ll never get it. But your slaps are pleasure and reward enough, since you’re touching me. I’ll do anything to get your cum: I’ll lap it up off the floor, I’ll eat it mixed into my gruel, I’ll lick it out of a sister slaves’ freshly fucked asshole, I’ll long to feel you blow your load into MY asshole (if I’m given the honor), I’ll paint my big fat udders with it, or I’ll simply swallow it quietly and directly if you just want me to pleasure you while you’re doing something else important. I won’t make a sound when you don’t want me to so as not to disturb your football watching, and when you do want me to make a sound I’ll moan and scream your name as you cover me with your delicious seed. 

Fucking destroy me and own me. I want you to. I’m nothing. Be my God. Decide whether I live or die. 

[dark-dips]

A dirty date in a nasty rest stop

It was late as I was headed down the highway, and not many cars were around. No cars present at the rest stop I pulled in to either. Nice and empty with no one to disturb, which was exactly what I wanted. I exited the seemingly empty car, then opened up the trunk so that my passenger could get out.

She looked relieved to finally be let out of the car, despite the cold air hitting her fully nude body. Fully nude, save for the collar and leash she had around her neck. I'd not told her where I was going, but when she wasn't being busy being a dumb, pathetic slut for me, she was pretty smart. So I figured she would know what was in store for her once she saw where we were.

With a slight grimace of discomfort, she crawled across the cold asphalt as I tugged on her leash, leading her towards the men's restroom. I'm sure she was relieved when the painful gravel-strewn asphalt turned to off-white tiles as lead her inside. Although, the second we stepped foot in there, we both stepped into a puddle. Her knees and hands got wet, and so did the underside of my shoes. The whole place had that smell of stale piss that only a poorly maintained public restroom could have, which hinted towards what we might have stepped in.

"Fuck. Already getting my shoes dirty. You better clean that piss off" I instructed and took a few steps inside, making sure to dodge the many piles of discarded paper that were strewn all around. She kneeled down and tried to lift my leg up so she could lick the soles of my shoes, but I pulled my foot back "No, not like that. On your back, slut" I told her and gave her a tap in the ribs with my shoe. Like the good, obedient puppy she was, she rolled over on the dirty floor. Not thinking about how her hair now was splayed out and in contact with the filthy floor, instead just thinking of doing what she was told. I placed my shoe on top of her cute face and she immediately went to work licking it clean. First one shoe, then the other. It wasn't the first time I had used her as a doormat.

As she followed my orders like a good slut, I looked around and saw just how much paper and junk had been discarded on the floor. "Someone needs to clean this crap up, and that someone is you" I pulled on her leash and had her roll back to her hands and knees so I could lead her to a pile of paper. "Be a good girl and pick that up, okay?" I said. She hesitated slightly before bending her neck down and picking it up with her mouth. Then I lead her over to the trashcan and had her reach up and deposit it there. This all continued with the rest of the trash on the floor. I had her pick up several cigarette butts and pieces of gum that she had to bite off of the floor.

"Enjoying yourself? Looks like cleaning up after others like this makes you wet" I teased her and ground the tip of my shoe against her glistening cunt. She only moaned around a mouthful of toilet paper in response, but stayed in place, seemingly savoring the feeling of me touching her aching, needy pussy. Then it was back to work, until the floor was free from most of the trash that had littered it just 15 minutes earlier.

"Good girl. Now this nasty place is at least clean enough to use, and I really need to take a piss" I said and unbuckled my belt so that I could take my cock out. Knowing exactly what was coming, the well trained slut went onto her knees. But as she began approaching my cock with her mouth open, ready to wrap her lips around it the way she usually did when drinking my piss, I gave her a slap that made her stop dead in her tracks. "You think I want your filthy mouth wrapped around my cock? The same mouth you've just used to pick up some random strangers' used toilet paper?" She looked quite dejected and shook her head while mumbling a small "Sorry sir" before kneeling with her mouth open and tilted up.

Once I started pissing in her mouth, she began dutifully trying to swallow my piss right then and there in the middle of that dirty bathroom. Most of it was flushed right down her gullet, while some small amounts of it ran down her chest. I sighed with relief as I emptied my bladder in her open, willing mouth. "What a good urinal you are. Why should I ever have to use a toilet when I have you?"

But as my bladder ran dry, I felt it was time I drained my balls too. So I tugged the leash once again and lead her into one of the stalls. It was one of those nasty stainless steel toilets that always seems to stink worse of piss than any other kind of toilet. The seat was missing, and the bowl was discolored from being used over and over while hardly ever being cleaned. She quickly understood that I wanted her to bend over that nasty toilet after I pulled her upwards with the leash and did so obediently, but with a slight shiver.

"Now spread your cheeks for me so I can see your holes. Use both your hands so I can get a good look at your tight little asshole and needy little cunt" Was my next instruction. She looked at me with slight confusion as she was supporting herself with her hands placed firmly on the nasty rim. But I just crossed my arms across my chest and waited. A pleading look appeared on her face as she realized what she had to do and I smirked back at her. Knowing I wasn't going to back down, and desperate as always to be a good girl for me, she lowered her face into the nasty bowl. By twisting her head slightly so her cheek was smushed against the cold metal, she finally found a stable position where she could use her hands to spread her holes.

As she stood there with her holes on display, I pulled a bottle of lube from my jacket and began lubing up my cock, then her asshole. "You look so fucking silly, bent over like that. Let me take a pic so you can see for yourself later" I said and pulled up my phone to snap a quick photo of her.

Finally, I put my hand on her shoulder and guided her up so that I could fuck her without worrying about breaking her neck. She whined as I began slowly pushing my cock into her asshole. That whining kept up as I began thrusting into her, but she was a good girl and thrust back at me. As I continued fucking her asshole, she began to relax more and more, and I could feel the wetness of her pussy as my balls slapped against it. Once she seemed comfortable with taking my cock up her ass, I decided to give her a surprise by pushing her into the bowl and flushing it. She puffed and sputtered while I laughed at her and kept on thrusting into her asshole.

I decided that I wasn't going to cum inside of her ass, but instead I pulled out and grabbed her leash so I could pull her onto the floor while I shot my load all over the rim and inside of the bowl. After catching my breath for a moment, I looked at her and smiled "You've been a good girl tonight, so I'll let you cum. So go ahead and grind your pussy against the rim of the toilet and wipe up my cum while you gibe yourself your well earned orgasm"

She smiled back once she realized that she was allowed to cum. Without hesitating at all, she straddled the bowl and only winced slightly as she felt its coldness before starting to grind her pussy all along it. There was both desperation and determination on her face as she masturbated like that, and it didn't take long before she slumped over in an orgasm. I held her up so she didn't fall on the floor as the last of the convulsions traveled through her entire body. When she had recovered, I pointed towards the rope of cum I had shot in the bowl. It had left a snail trail all along its path into the water at the bottom. "Don't forget to lick that up" I told her and she nodded and obeyed, albeit a bit less enthusiastically since she was in the midst of her post orgasm shame. But she did it nonetheless, then looked up at me with rosy, burning cheeks. I gave her a final "Good girl" before I led her back to the trunk of my car.

[dark-dips]

woke up thinking abt bending over to let someone release a morning pee into my belly @///@ and then they're immediately chugging more and a few hours later bending me over again to really make me feel the weight of their piss in my guts @///@ and they rub my poor noisy belly as it strains to hold it all... praising me for being a good toilet... and continuing to fill me up and make me feel stuffed with their piss all day... making my belly bulge and slosh and slowly swell throughout the day and they can tell me how good I look as a toilet as I moan and do my best to hold every last drop of their piss in me, trying to be the best toilet I can be for them... especially if I'm not allowed to piss myself, knowing that my bladder is getting larger and tighter with their piss, stuffing me to the limit in more than one way, becoming a good storage for all their piss, just the way a toilet should, especially as I lay back and let them rub my belly and bladder and do my best to keep it in all day long bc I wanna be full to the absolute brim of their piss... mmph pls it sounds so good @///@