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Just imagining someone being forced to hold in their shit while working out in skin-tight shorts. They’ve been fed lots of greens, legumes and lean meat to bulk up their stool, along with thick, chocolatey protein shakes to make their gas extra rancid. Needless to say, they’re dying to unload.

First they’re made to warmup by touching their fingers to their toes and their tormentor/kinky partner/whoever stands directly behind them, teasing them when deep rumblers slip out from between their unclenchable cheeks. They’re forced to stand upright and painstakingly bring each knee to their chest. Twisting Toe Touches churn their overstuffed gut. They hold out their arms and run in place with their knees coming up to touch their palms. Their ass jiggles and the motion loosens out sharp quacks and pops of gas.

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You do know us Dogs

Have a very strong sense of smell don't you

Well I wish you'd change that stinky thing on your bottom

I'm house trained why aren't you ?

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I’m imagining someone who’s just… feeling sick. I’ve been a little obsessed with the idea of cult leaders recently, so maybe someone who has a whole harem of lovers to look after them.

Their belly is bloated and sore and tender, but they can’t seem to figure out why. After lunch, they find that they just can’t work because their pants are too tight and it hurts their belly, so they go sit down on the sofa and unbutton their pants. The moment they do that, a handful of lovers come over to service them, but then they realise that their leader isn’t feeling so good. Their belly is spilling out over the waistband of their underwear, taut and lined where their pants dug in.

“Where’s it hurting?” the lovers coo as two of them sit next to the leader, and one of them positions themself on the floor in between their knees. The moment they put a hand on their tummy and grimace, there’s three different hands descending on their abdomen too, rubbing and massaging to try and soothe the ache. The leader doesn’t have to say a thing - all their pain is written on their face and expressed in the way they arch their back to push their aching tummy into their waiting hands.

“My belly isn’t feeling so good,” the leader admits, moaning as a hand jostles their stomach, making them burp. The lovers work together to make their leader feel better, and they coax up a number of burps before turning to their guts. That part of their belly is definitely bloated, and the rubbing causes their upset belly to rumble and churn.

“I’m… I’m going to fart. You’d better move,” the leader warns, and the lover on the floor only giggles before getting up to sit behind them, stroking their hair and shoulders gently as the other two continue to rub their belly. A loud fart rips out of the leader, and they blush. They’re uncharacteristically shy about passing gas, and they try to clench up, but their lovers don’t let them. All three of them encourage them to fart and push, because they can’t stand to see their beloved leader feeling so miserable thanks to a bellyache.

The leader still isn’t feeling too well, because their tummy is cramping up now, feeling tight and agitated. Although they’re trying to relax and enjoy the ministrations offered by all three, their tummy just has other plans. The leader is finding it hard to sit still as their belly squeezes painfully and grumbles loudly enough to be heard. “Oh god, my stomach,” the leader moans, their hands over their lovers’ hands on their upset belly. “It hurts so badly. It’s killing me.”

“Just let go,” one of the lovers advises, and that’s exactly what the leader does next. They have no choice - all three hands descend on their sick tummy and push right below their navel, causing their system to be overwhelmed. With a whimper, the great and mighty leader begins to mess their pants uncontrollably, their upset belly pushing out what’s making them hurt so badly inside.

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So Chis wanted to have a night out with his big boy friends. Since he was a good boy for the last days, i allowed him...

...but under one condition only: His pampers have to stay on. No matter what. Of course i've put him in one of the "thinner" Pampers we got, so hopefully nobody will notice. But he had to promise, not to take it off nor use the bathroom, before he left. He did. Good boy 😘

When he came back, i asked him, how his evening went.

He said it was nice, they had a couple of drinks and went playing billard.

I looked in his eyes and asked him in a calm voice, if he needs a change...

He went completely silent...

Show mommy your Pampers...

He pulled down his pants, a desert-dry diaper emerged.

So you drank the whole evening and didn't have to pee once, hm? How's that possible Mr.?

He beat around the bush a bit, then admitted that he hadn't peed his diaper, because he was too embarrassed, when his big boy friends were around.

Well, you might look mature in your business pants, but you wear what underneath? Huh? Whats that?

She points at his diaper

....mh...i don't know...mommy...

What's that, babyboy...? Hm...? A Pampers, babyboy... And what's that for...? Hm...?

You know what that is for, right?!

You made a promise babyboy, and you broke it. You better obey to mommy...

Mommy disappeared into the kitchen and returned with his bottle in her hand after a few minutes...

I think you need to be educated a bit, little one!

Come with mommy, babyboy...

She takes him to the changing table and puts him in another three layers of Pampers and a stuffer on top of the already existing one.

He has to feel, where he belongs.

Now listen, baby:

You'll not touch your Pampers, nor try to go to the toilet at any point. No complaining, no asking for changes. Now take your binky, lets get you tucked in your crib, baby.

The packet between his legs was so thick, he couldn't even walk normally or close his legs. Gotta love that duckie-waddle 🦆😂

She puts him in his crib, gives him his baba and locks the door.

Ni-Ni Babyboy... 😘

What he doesn't know yet, is that she put a formula in his baba...🍼🙈

So he sucked on his bottle, till he fell asleep...

Midnight he woke up, his stomach was rumbling af...

Oh no, what's that? Not noooow... Oh pleeeease...

He was thinking about what to do now... But since he was locked in his crib and not allowed to take his diapers off, there weren't any other options than pooping his Pampers.

He got on his knees, immediately filled his diapers. The formula did its job well, poop squishes all around the diaper, his crotch and backside.

He was so ashamed...

After a while he fell back asleep, but didn't sleep well due to the full diaper between his legs.

Good morning babyboy, did you sleep well?

Babyboy shook his head

No? What happend baby?

He points at his bum

You've been a good boy for mommy, huh? she laughs

I will punish him just a little bit more... Next time you better do, what mommy tells you! 😉

He will not get changed, till the outer diaper is completely soaked. So most likely till late afternoon or so. He doesn't know yet... 😋

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I was a little shy and apprehensive about being put in a diaper by you, but you were happy to see some of that shyness beginning to melt away. You had me running around in just my shirt and a diaper after breakfast, playing while you finished up some work on your computer. You looked up from your work to notice me fidgeting and squirming. Nothing out of the ordinary for an energetic boy.

You get up to go to the kitchen for more coffee. As you turn to grab a spoon, you notice me standing still in the living room. I look around nervously, but I don't notice you watching from afar. I spread my legs in a relaxed fashion and continue watching cartoons.

You suddenly notice my diaper subtly tenting downward, then you hear a furious rush of crrrrackle pfffft splorch spatttt brrrfffff! The seat of my diaper is quickly rounding out with a huge mess.

What are you going to do to embarrass me? 😉

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I’m a big boy!

Another cramp hits me like a ton of bricks, stopping me in my tracks. My guts gurgle and rumble loudly, the extra strength laxative was beginning to take action, I didn’t have much time left. I turn myself around and face the diaper I had just laid out, an old super wet safari style one. The smell of the stale piss was already beginning to make my cock swell… I could still back out of this and use the toilet like a big boy… but I don’t want to be a big boy… I want to be a stinky puppy. The yellow and soggy diaper squishes loudly when I lower my naked butt onto it, the cold wet slushy feeling wraps around my crotch region tightly as I tape the used diaper to my hips firmly. Right on cue an even stronger cramp echos from my bowels, causing me to drop to my knees with a loud groan. I turn to my left to face my bedroom mirror, my reflection was already turning me on… the next cramp was going to hit any second. “I can hold it… I’m a big boy!” I say out loud in a childish voice before I flop forward onto all fours like a dog and continuing with, “Uh oh, I gotta go poopy… nnnnmrrrffff!” Before I even finished my sentence, I felt my sphincter muscle loosening it’s grip and slip open, I didn’t have a chance. A loud wet fart erupts out of my hole as I completely loose control of my bowels like a little puppy.

I stare at my reflection and watch my diaper seat begin to push outwards as I feel my mess beginning to push itself out against my will. The poo inches outwards for a moment before the diaper can no longer expand out anymore. The mess stops for a moment before the poo collapses on itself and begins to spread and expand in every direction. At this point I begin to push and grunt, the warm and sticky mess covers my butt before running out of room and expanding towards my rock hard cock and balls. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I close my eyes again and loudly grunt in a childish voice, the warm mess loudly crackles and pops as it finally surrounds my cock and balls, coating my manhood in a warm, mushy and stinky mess. Inhaling deeply only causes my arousal level to explode, it was beyond obvious I was in a wet and poppy diaper. The massive mess finally begins to grow loose and hot, spurting and loudly mushing itself into my super used diaper and finally stops.

“Uhhhnnnnffrrrfffff… I… I… I POOPED MY DIAPER! I’M A POOPY PUPPY! I POOPY!!” I cry out before flopping myself back, smashing my buff into the ground and mushing loudly the fresh warm poop everywhere. “Ohh my gawwwdddd! Mushy stinky poopy puppy!” I groan out in pleasure, the warm smelly mess coats my cock… I had to finish! I grab my beds pillow laying on the floor next to me as I jump back up onto all fours and position it in front of my pulsing and throbbing crotch. “Unnngghhhh… I’m so poopy and stinky!” I cry out loudly as I begin humping the pillow. The warm poop smashes and loudly squelches as it rubs and smears all over my boyhood. Quickly, I’m pushed over the edge and loudly orgasm, continuing to hump as thick ropes of puppy spunk fill my already full diaper.

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It's your first time babysitting me. Mommy told you about my little wetting problem, but you were still surprised to see me in just a t-shirt and a super babyish diaper. I got shy and blushy when you commented on how cute I looked and you reassured Mommy that you could easily care for her little super soaker.

I was happily bouncing on the couch beside you when I suddenly stopped and became very quiet. My little face looked focused and my body was still. I whimpered and grunted a bit and you realized what was happening.

Oh no!

I whimpered and whined. "I gotta poo poo!"

Before you could move a muscle, the seat of my diaper immediately tented out and a steady bulge began to grow. You knew about my wet accidents, but you didn't think that I still pooped in my pants! At the same time, you couldn't help but notice that seeing this embarrassed boy adorably pooping in his diaper like a toddler was actually kind of cute.

You gently rub my back and comfort me. "Uh oh. Someone is making poopy pants for me, aren't they?" I whimper and hide my face, causing you to giggle and cup my heavy seat. "Goodness, baby boy! Were you holding that all day?" I nod and look extremely embarrassed. You smile and pat my bottom. "Maybe Mommy needs to know that someone has more than just a wetting problem!"

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Enjoy my latest work of fiction, fantasized while I continue to recover from surgery. :)

My best friend, Jordy, had graciously agreed to accompany my boyfriend and I for a two week stay out of town as I recovered from surgery. A minor hockey injury would make it difficult for me to do some simple things and Jordy jumped on the chance to help us.

We rented an upscale condo with a gorgeous view of the city. As I got past the first few days of post-surgical grogginess, I enjoyed mornings on the balcony, clad only in a tank top and a thick Tykables diaper.

I had no qualms about being in diapers around my two loving caregivers. When they helped me out of bed each morning, Jordy would deliver some lighthearted teasing that instantly made me turn red.

“Someone was a super soaker last night! Look at that wet diapey!”

He would giggle at my intense blushing before giving me a pat on my soggy bottom. For a guy who wasn’t into diapers, he had always been perfectly at ease about me wearing them.

My recovery was going as expected, but I found myself a little anxious about the beast brewing in my bottom! Everyone kept telling me that I was going to be unbelievably constipated after the anesthesia and pain meds. I was taking very few of the pain meds and had been taking still softeners since I came home, but nothing had taken place.

On the fourth day, my boyfriend went to run a few errands in the morning. Jordy had just finished the breakfast dishes and I found myself stopped near the TV, watching highlights on ESPN.

“Uh ohhh... are you pooping?”

I immediately turned bright red and looked at Jordy, who was grinning as he dried a glass.

“No!” I laughed and shook my head.

He shrugged. “I saw you standing still with a look on your face and I thought maybe you were pooping. Do you feel like you might need to make boom boom soon, champ?”

I started to nervously play with the bottom hem of my shirt. “Yeah... a little.” It was the first morning that I felt like my usual morning poop might just be ready to happen.

He nodded and put the glass in the cupboard. “Good! Why don’t you relax and try, okay?”

His reassuring and gentle tone only made me blush harder. I looked down and grinned a bit, feeling a sense of little boy embarrassment. Jordy has seen me soaked a million times, but I had never messed in front of him. He was very well aware that I frequently pooped in my diapers though. He even knew that I occasionally loaded pairs of underwear. This was new territory though as I had never even considered messing in front of him.

Jordy glanced at me. “Does someone need a little privacy?” I playfully whined and toddled to the hallway. I heard him chuckle and continue to put dishes away.

The urge was definitely starting to build and I was worried about the load being painful. I stood motionless in the hall and exhaled to help myself relax. I felt the tip of a log slowly coming. It felt like it was going to be extremely big!

I whimpered as the tip slowly exited. It was extremely solid and thick, but not painful. I was surprised to hear Jordy’s footsteps coming closer to the hallway.

“Are you okay, big guy?”

I blushed at his light baby-talk tone. “Yes...” The thick log was poking into my seat now and I could feel a tent growing.

“Is it coming out okay?”

I looked up and froze, surprised to see his face peeking at me from around the corner. Rather than protest, all I could do was stand there helplessly and nod.

He came closer and I whimpered involuntarily as the massive log continued to tent my seat.

He stepped in front of me and made a posting face. “Does it hurt?”

I bit my lip and shook my head.

He grinned. “Is it mushy?”

I looked at my feet and shook my head as the huge log crackled audibly and finally gave way to slightly softer, but still very solid poop.

Jordy came closer and a flood of embarrassment came over me as he went into complete baby-talk mode and put a hand on my back. “Ohhh my gosh! Stinky, stinky boy! SO much poopoo from the baby!”

My face was in flames and I was absolutely adoring every second of sweet, loving humiliation.

Jordy did a mock gasp. “My goodness! Is it still coming? Is someone making big poopoo in his pants?” He gently rubbed my back. “Look at baby pooping!”

I grunted as my diaper continued to fill and get heavier than I ever imagined. Jordy continues rubbing my back. “Do you need anything?”

I shook my head and he crouched down a bit. “Awww, the baby boy is filling his Pampers so good! My goodness, little one!”

The pile was so big, I could feel the warmth spreading in my packed seat. I sighed as it finally ended and the feeling of relief hit me.

Jordy grinned and gently lifted my chin so he could look me in the eye. “You pooped in your diaper,” he whispered.

I felt like a guilty toddler who just loaded his diaper in front of his babysitter. The vulnerability I was experiencing in front of Jordy was surreal, but his gentle, sweet teasing was so genuine.

Jordy reaches his hand out to me. “Come on, poopy boy. Let’s go watch TV until your “daddy” gets home to change that stinky bottom.”

I took his hand and quietly waddled beside him, feeling like there was ten pounds in my seat. He guided me back to the den.

“Did the stool softeners make it mushy, or was it really hard?”

I was caught off guard by Jordy’s question and I chuckled. “I’m not telling you!”

He shrugged and raised a brow. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll just find out.”

I blushed and gasped. “He’s not going to tell you what it was like when he changes my...”

Before I could finish my sentence, Jordy’s strong hand abruptly swatted my seat and gave an extremely firm squeeze. My eyes were wide as he nonchalantly kneaded my seat. “Hmmm. Felt pretty firm, but I guess it doesn’t matter now.” He gave my bottom two more hard swatts before smiling. “Now, sit and let’s watch TV.”

I stood there in delighted shock and embarrassment. He rolled his eyes at me. “You act like you weren’t going to sit and squish in it anyway.”

Still in embarrassed shock, I slowly sat down next to him on the couch. He grinned and ruffled my hair. “That’s my stinky boy.”

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Bat-bab fun v2!

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The Zoom Poop

One of the few upsides of the pandemic ( for myself ) was the move to remote interactions. Not being much of a people person, this suited me quite well.

My work and university had shifted to a remote basis, and I found myself attending daily zoom meetings. Most of these meetings did not require me to have my microphone on, and this particular meeting was a work wide mandatory infection control presentation. Nothing I had to pay much attention to, seeing as we held these weekly, and it was usually one woman from human resources presenting, with an optional time for questions.

As usual, I joined the meeting promptly at 8 am, my microphone muted, video available. I was dressed in my running gear, as I was planning to walk the dog after. Tight leggings, and my track jacket. There were plenty of other bored-looking employees.

A few minutes into the meeting my stomach gurgled. I sat upright on my desk stool and rubbed my stomach out of view of my camera. I let out a silent fart and felt my morning poop brewing up a storm. I briefly considered leaving the meet, but we were paid for attendance so I remained seated. I let out a muffled fart and adjusted myself so my butt was hanging slightly off the stool I use as a desk chair. Another fart slipped between my unclenched cheeks, as I pretended to focus on the meeting. My stomach cramped and I weighed my options. Hold till the end of the meeting, or fill my panties where I sat.

I let out another fart, and my mind was made. Pushing slightly, a warm, soft poop, the size of a baseball filled my clothing, with a muffled fart to signify the end of my load.

I waited patiently for the meeting to conclude, my load settled nicely into my full-cut panties. As soon as the meeting was done, I closed my laptop and stood up, feeling the weight of my load sag down my panties.

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Theatre Mess

Between preparing to move, and day-to-day life, I have been extremely stressed out these past few weeks. But, I had a day off, and as the pressure in my intestines grows, and I prepare to push out a mess I have been holding in for a few days, I decided to type out an experience from a few years back.

A particular embarrassing experience, which my readers seem to be the fondest of.

I love the theatre, I love film, and I do miss my theatre-going days. So, today I remember an experience from the theatre.

I do not mess, purposely at places like the theatre. After all, I am more interested in watching the film than all of that. Thus, this occasion was a complete and utter accident.

I went to view an older film, a psychological thriller/horror film. Nothing I hadn't seen a few times before. At the start of the film, I felt fine. My stomach had settled after dinner earlier, and I ate a few snacks throughout the first start of the film. During the start of the second half, I let out some light gas but didn't think much of it. My stomach gurgled, but I was so engrossed in the film I pushed the thought of needing to poo to the back of my mind. As the film rose to a climax, I continued to ignore the feeling, pushing out another soft fart and shifting in my seat.

Perhaps I had eaten the wrong item, something not agreeing with my stomach. But, the pressure began to mount at an unholy pace. I shifted again, willing myself to focus on the film. I closed my eyes briefly, feeling the thick, semi-solid poop slip through my cheeks.

The pressure had subsided some, and I continued to watch the film. This was one of the few times, I had become so engrossed in a task I hadn't noticed what was happening with my body. That the log was slipping through my hole, and filling my panties.

As the film concluded I stood, realizing what had taken place as the weight sagged down my underwear. My cheeks flushed, and I quickly hurried from my seat. It was my luck that another film had let out out minutes before. Navigating the crowd as I tried as discreetly as possible to feel the size of my mess.

It was fairly large, a baseball-sized bulge, flattened against my plump ass, as the smell became obvious. As I arrived at my car, my stomach gurgled, and I let slip a cascade of mushy, smelly, poop. I moaned slightly as I released it.

It felt incredible if I am being truly honest.

I I lowered myself into my car seat and felt the mess spread across my backside. I am not one for smearing, I don't particularly care for it, so I cringed slightly at the feeling, before starting my car, and making me the long drive home.

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Explosive content.

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ATTENTION OMORASHIANS!!!!!!!!

here's a PEE-N-G (png) of a puddle of uhhhhhhhhhh lemonade. you know what i mean you filthy fiends

Please reblog it if you're into omorashi (MINORS DNI) so i can meet some more pee-people!

Also feel free to download this png and use it in your digital omo artworks ^^

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REBLOG… if you ever wear diapers to work

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Stop drop and potty! Maybe mess!

No messes, just a very wet diaper 😣😣 I think I need to be changed 🥺

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