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messydprs ¡ 14 hours ago
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Mastering the Messy Diaper
Even a lot of partners who are involved in their partners diaper wearing or diaper discipline have a block when it comes to messy diapers.
I wanted to write this article to give some encouragement to get involved in this aspect. But before we start please remember this is just poop!You poo, they poo, everyone poops, it’s nothing that crazy. Yes it can smell a bit, yes it’s a bit yucky at first but honestly it’s a bigger issue in your head than it is in real life.
Partners in diaper discipline should be using their diaper for everything just like a baby would, and pooping in your diaper or being made to do it is one of the most infantile and submissive things your partner will do.
A partner taking their diaper off to use the toilet risks damaging the diaper and allows a lot of room for cheating.
So, as this is such an important part of diaper discipline you shouldn’t be shying away from being involved. There are three areas you need to get involved in:
Making them used their diaper
Your partner should be clear that you expect them to use their diaper for poops and that you’ll force this to be the case.
Unless there is an extremely good reason, when in diapers the toilet should be out of bounds. Good reasons might be being around friends or family. Being in public or on vacation is not a good reason.
You should take measures to force this especially in the early days. Locking clothing or diaper covers are a good way to prevent the option of taking it off. But the best way is to use laxatives or suppositories to force them to mess their diaper.
There is an important difference here which is you’ll be giving them something with the intention of making them mess themselves rather than it being a byproduct of wearing. This can be helpful in making them feel accepted and that you truly expect them to use their diaper for everything.
Suppositories are my favorite as they are very predictable and don’t create a wet mess which can make the clean up tricky. These can be inserted as part of a diaper check or change easily.
If checking their diaper, get them to bend over with the diaper exposed, you should be able to pull down the back and quickly insert it using a finger or applicator.
I’d recommend using one once or twice a week but be careful being more frequent to avoid laxative dependency.
Threaten the use of laxatives or suppositories if you notice they haven’t had a messy diaper for over 24 hours. A simple comment like “I expect a messy diaper soon or I might have to help things along” can go a long way.
Also start getting them used to messing / being messy in public. The balance here is you don’t want to disturb others by this so semi public messes or timing it to minimize the time messy in public is best.
A good starting point is to use a suppository and then take them on a 1-2 hour walk/hike or even just sit in a park. Being outside and not too close to people makes this safe and non-disruptive.
Road trips are also a great time, I love forcing my baby to mess his diaper, have to sit in it for a few hours and then have to wait while we check in to a hotel before he gets changed.
On vacations we use Devrom to reduce the smell which is really fun as then he can spend longer messy in more public situations and I don’t need to rush to change him.
Them being in a messy diaper should be a daily occurrence and no less surprising than them being wet.
Checking and acknowledging messy diapers
Your partner will likely be very embarrassed to be in a messy diaper. Your job isn’t to prevent this embarrassment but show them that you expect this and prevent them from hiding it from you.
One option I like is to give them a suppository but then not allow them to leave the room. For example check their diaper, insert a suppository and then make them lay down on the floor to watch a tv show with you. A some point during them show they’ll fill their diaper but just keep watching and if they do mention anything just day you’ll check them after.
If the smell bothers you, add plastic pants at changes when messing is going to be forced and some scented candles work wonders. Devrom can be used in different quantities to reduce the smell a bit to almost completely depending on the dosage.
If you detect a messy diaper and it wasn’t done in your presence then make sure to mention it! It shouldn’t be in a disgusted way but teasing them a little is fine.
Now even if you 100% know they’re messy, don’t skip the diaper check. This will be extremely embarrassing for them and it’s a key part of diaper discipline. Ask them to come over to you and get them to expose the diaper to you. If wearing jeans this might pulling them down, onesies might require some unbuttoning or you may just need to lift a skirt.
Now physically check that they are messy. I’d recommend gabbing their bum or carrying out a few smacks. Your goal here is to press the mess into them so they can’t avoid the feeling. You can also pull back the waistband to look into their diaper if you wish.
Praise is now important, tell them well done for using their diaper as they are supposed to or your glad they’re getting used to messing their diaper. It’s important they know your not disgusted by them.
Next decide if now is the right time to change them. Messy diapers should not equal an immediate change, if suppositories or laxatives have been used you should wait 30-60 minutes after the first mess as there will likely be some additional waves. With barrier cream being used I find up to 2 hours in a messy diaper is fine.
Also please prevent them from avoiding having to sit or lay down while messy. It can be tempting for them to stay standing or similar to prevent the mess spreading but they should carry on as normal until YOU decide it’s time for them to get changed.
Making them sit down to eat lunch/dinner or sit on your knee are good ways to get them (and you) used to the idea that they have to go about their lives as normal even when messy.
In public situations not shy away from acknowledging it but use more discrete language, “that smells like it might be more than a fart darling”, “let’s maybe look for somewhere to get you changed” and giving their bum a squeeze or pat is a good way to show you know they’ve used their diaper.
In public I also normally prefer to wait until we’re home or back at the hotel even if this means they’re messy longer than normal. So some spray deodorant can keep the smell down.
Changing a messy diaper
You might be tempted to avoid getting involved here and just let them deal with it. They’ll be embarrassed so will also likely prefer to quietly go away and clean up.
Please try instead get involved with their change, it’s not as bad as you imagine and can be an incredibly bonding experience. If this is a hard limit for you then let them clean up but you should be the one who puts them into their fresh diaper.
Willing to give messy changes a go, good on you and you won’t regret it!!
First being prepared makes it much easier. Ideally you should have a dedicated changing area setup but if not, lay out the required elements as below:
1. On top of the plastic changing mat or similar place a disposable pad. You can use bedwetting pads or seat protector pads for this. This will catch anything which escapes the diaper and can be thrown away at the end to simplify clean up.
2. Have a pack of ADULT sized wipes open with a few out of the pack ready. Adult sized ones make this so much easier than baby wipes.
3. Optionally, put on some disposable gloves, these can be helpful at first when you’re still new at messy changes.
4. Have baby powder and barrier cream nearby as well as a diaper disposal bag.
5. Have a new diaper unfolded, fluffed and ready.
All of the above ideally should be always setup and ready to reduce changing times.
Now ask your partner to lay on the changing table / mat. Help them to remove any clothes covering the diaper. Now comes the change:
1. Un tape the diaper and pull the front down exposing their groin. Is their poop in this area? If yes, use the front of the diaper to scrape away as much as possible and then use a wipe to get 95% of it off.
2. Next get them to expose their bum to you, they can do this by placing their feet flat to lift it up or by grabbing their legs. If your partner is small you might also be able to do this yourself with one arm.
3. Use a few wipes to quickly get the majority of poop off them and place the wipes into the diaper.
4. Quickly remove the diaper and roll up and tape closed. This will reduce the smell.
5. Use some more wipes to now get them 100% clean. Remove the disposable pad and slip the new diaper under them.
6. You can now take a minute to dispose of the pad and used diaper in a pail or bag.
7. Carry out a normal diaper change making sure to apply barrier or rash prevention cream.
Well done, you’ve changed a messy diaper and it wasn’t too bad. With some practice this will become quick & easy.
Your partner by the way will LOVE you caring for them in this way but will also be extremely embarrassed by it. This is the perfect mix for diaper discipline 👌
TLDR:
Messy diapers are a critical part of Diaper Discipline
You should expect them to be in a messy diaper daily
Acknowledge and praise them for using their diapers fully
Expect and ideally force them to mess at home AND in public AND on vacation
Always check them before they change
Try getting involved in messy diaper changes if you can
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quit starin 😘
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Oomff, why is my diaper so heavy?
...and stinky???
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spring cleaning late for the next two days in the same diapy until I make a boom boom…. 🍼👶🍼
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Helpless Regressed BDSM Baby! 🥰
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.... no comment. ..sore tummy 😞
sorry if u dont wanna see this! had it saved in my camera roll for a while and thought why not xP
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messydprs ¡ 11 days ago
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My Own Worst Enemy
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“What are you doing up there, sweetie? You know I don’t like it when you’re unsupervised. Why don't you come down here with me?”
This has got to stop. She’s been like this ever since my accident two months ago. The one that destroyed my bladder control.
But I have bigger problems than that right now.
“Oh my god, will you please stop with that?” I say trying to sound annoyed, “I’m not a baby, I’m perfectly capable of being alone!”
My knees buckle again as most body forces me into another humiliating squat.
I hate this.
I grunt again as I push, the same pathetic sound I make every time I fill my diaper like a toddler.
I turn away from the mirror, unable to handle watching my face redden as my diaper expands to hold my mess.
Wait, why didn’t she say anything?
I need to move fast. I need to change out of this diaper before she realizes what happened. If she knows I’m messing now too…no, she won’t find out.
I gather my breath in between pushes. “I’ll be right down!” Maybe she’ll buy it and leave me alone.
“Uh oh, are you making pushies, honey?”
I freeze in utter terror. This is bad. Real bad.
“I…mmpgh,” I grunt, appalled I grunted mid-sentence like some toddler. But it was nothing compared to the load that filled my diaper after.
At least until I saw her smiling. That horrible, pitiful smile.
“Aww baby, it’s okay! I’m not surprised you’re pooping your diapers, so don’t be embarrassed! I know you can’t help it! This just proves I was right!”
“What are you talking about?” I manage to mumble.
“About you, silly! About what you are! And what you need from me!”
I don’t like where this is going. And I definitely don’t like that sickly sweet voice she’s using.
“You don’t need a girlfriend, you need a Mommy! Just as I suspected. Surely you don’t think someone who runs off to hide while they make stinkies needs a girlfriend, right?”
“A Mommy?” I say incredulously, “Babe, what are you talking about? It was just an accident!”
“Just an accident? Sweetie, you pooped your diaper! And that’s not counting the 40 ‘accidents’ you’ve had in the last month! You can’t control your tinkles, you’re wearing a diaper—a poopy diaper—and you want to argue you don’t need a Mommy?”
It’s harder than I expect to argue with a load in your diaper.
“Sweetie, I love you, no matter what. But right now I have to be the person you need. So, from now on, I’m not your girlfriend. I’m your Mommy. And Mommy’s don’t have sex with their babies, so get that out of your head!”
“Babe, why are you doing this?”
“What did I just say? I’m not your “babe” anymore. I’m trying to make this easy on you sweetie. Don’t flight me on this, okay?”
“Are you serious? You think I’m just going to let you treat me like a baby?”
“I do, yes. Because that’s what you are. What are you wearing right now?”
“I’m not playing your game!”
“That’s okay, Baby. I’ll help you. You’re wearing a diaper! An icky, stinky, poopy diaper! Does that sound like something an adult would wear?”
“Cut it out! This is bullshit!” I yell louder, trying to leave the room.
It happened faster than I could have imagined. In a flash she was behind me, pulling me back onto her.
Onto her lap.
“What did I say, Baby?” she said menacingly.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“You’re not in charge anymore. You’re not an adult. You’re nothing but my baby, do you understand?”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“You will do what I say, when I say it! You’ll do it because I know best for you. Babies don’t get to choose what’s best for them. Their Mommies do. And I am your Mommy, got it?”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
It’s too much. I can’t take it. The way she’s talking to me. The spankings. The messy diaper. Tears well in my eyes.
I can’t even stop myself from crying like a baby! What’s happening to me?
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She turns me around so I’m looking up at her with watery eyes. That same smile plastered in her face. Like I’m some helpless, pathetic baby.
Hard to argue that in this position.
“Awww, don’t cry baby! It’s okay, Mommy’s here! Do you want out of that stinky diaper? Would that help?”
I nod, unable to talk. Overwhelmed and beaten down.
“I thought it might!” she said, overly cheerful, “I’ll be right back, baby! You wait here!”
She comes back a minute or two later, arms full of diapering supplies. She lays out a changing table, horribly decorated with teddy bear and balloons. I don’t have it in me to complain.
“Lay down, honey! Mommy will get you out of icky diaper in no time.”
As soon as I do, something is shoved into my mouth.
“Mmpjfh!”
“It’s just a pacifier, silly! You’ll learn to love it, I promise! Now just lay back and suckle. Mommy will take care of everything.”
I do my best to pretend I’m anywhere else. That this diaper change isn’t real. That this isn’t the single most humiliating moment of my life.
“Botty up, baby!” she says softly, “Good boy!”
My poopy diaper is unceremoniously dumped next to me. I stare at it for the remainder of my change.
“There, all done! Ready to start your new life baby?”
Not even a little bit.
“Leave your shorts off baby, I need to check you from now on. You just worry about filling your diaper. Leave the rest to Mommy.”
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messydprs ¡ 12 days ago
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If you listen closely, you can hear my buzzy toy! 🥰
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🧚‍♀️✨️
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i think my onesie can’t hold much more… can i please have a change!!
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Simon’s new stepmother was so weird. Somehow she knew just how to get him to do as she wanted and she exploited this power, taking her control over Simon to levels that normal people wouldn’t even think of. Six months after she moved into Simon’s house the young man find himself lying on his back in a newly furnished nursery that was once his bedroom. He lay there with his stepmother lifting his legs up, revealing the thick diaper that Simon wore, the only clothing he was wearing at all. His stepmother smiled as she looked down at his diapered butt. She looked at Simon’s blushing face and said, “Is baby Simon a wet little boy?” Simon blushed even darker as she felt at his diaper. He knew it was wet and she knew it was wet but she liked to taunt him like this, making him feel like a child. “Come on, mommy will change your diaper baby,” she said. Simon would have protested but he was used to it by now, this wasn’t his first diaper change.
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Even from the corner of her eye, Emma could see he was moving funny. He usually had that crinkly waddle, his legs forced wide by the padding between his legs. But she didn’t even have to glance up from her book to notice that something was…off. His movements were more measured, more tentative as he shuffled back and forth in the living room. A quick sniff of her nose confirmed her suspicions, but she decided not to say anything—not just yet.
Her book forgotten, she watched him meander back and forth across the room, waddling aimlessly, not really searching for anything other than something to say.
After several more minutes of silence, Emma finally spared him.
“Ryan,” she called,. “Do you have something you need to tell me?”
He turned slowly, his expression a mix of nervousness and resignation. “I’m fine,” he mumbled.
“Are you sure?” Emma asked, smiling despite herself. “You don’t have anything…weighing heavily on your mind?”
He hesitated, eyes dancing back and forth meekly.
Emma uncurled on the couch, sitting up straight and putting her feet flat on the floor. “Come here.” She said, soft yet firm.
Ryan rocked back and forth on his toes, unsure, but the look from Emma finally convinced him. He sighed, then slowly shuffled over in front of her, his cheeks a bright pink.
He there stood awkwardly, his hands fidgeting at his sides, head lowered. The silence between them stretched out, thick with tension. The padded bulk between his legs was unmistakable — and Emma’s sharp eyes hadn’t missed the subtle change in his posture.
“Ryan,” she said, her tone cool but not cold. “You’re sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?”
His eyes flicked up to meet hers, then darted away just as quickly. His face was crimson now, lips pressed into a thin line. The scent was stronger now, telling her everything she needed to know, even if he wouldn’t.
“N-no…” he whimpered, voice so small.
“Pull down your pants, Ryan.”
His fingers trembled as the gripped the waistband of his joggers, his breath quivering as he dropped them to his ankles.
He stood back up, his large disposable diaper on display. He lifted his shirt—but only because his arms were raised up to hide his face—giving Emma a better view.
She let the moment hang for a minute. The silence (and the diaper) doing all the talking. Ryan rubbed his face anxiously, wanting to move or run or hide, but all he could do was stand there.
Emma uncrossed her arms and rested her hands on her thighs, giving him a look that was soft around the edges but firm at the core. “I’ll ask you once more: Did you do something in your diaper?”
Ryan’s shoulders slumped. He gave the smallest of nods.
“Do you want to tell me what it is?” She asked, as if the evidence wasn’t on full display.
His face flushed again, he hid behind his hands, then shook his head.
“Well then I guess ‘Mommy’ will have to check,” Emma sighed, gently taking him by the wrist and making him shuffle closer with his pants still around his ankles.
She slowly poured her eyes over him, tracing her hand up his cowering thighs, running it over his crinkly pamper—but not stopping—her fingers raising his shirt even further, nails dragging across his tummy.
“It’s pretty swollen, Ryan,” she observed, giving the front a gentle squeeze. It was quite warm, and the smell of piss competed with that of the powder and…other things.
Carefully coaxing a finger into the leg bands, she ran it back and forth teasingly, “Did you wet your diaper, Ryan?”
He let out an embarrassed huff, but nodded.
“Use your words,” Emma said, running her palm over the front of the squishy diaper, ���tell me what you did in your diaper, honey!”
His bottom lip quivered, “I…pissed myself.”
Her hand stopped abruptly, ceasing his labored breathing. “Say it in little speak!”
His face screwed up again, he shifted, but his voice creaked out in a higher pitch “I-i went pee pee’s in mah diapee, Mommy!!”
“Goood boiii!!!” Emma cooed, patting his pissy pamper affectionately, squeezing it around his hardening cock and giving it a couple good strokes for some positive reinforcement. “Thank you for telling me!”
She released her grip on his swollen padding and sat back a bit, “Now…is there anything else I need to know…?”
Ryan immediately went back into his shy and timid mode. His head hung low, his body deflated, hands subconsciously rising to his face again.
“N-nuh—“
“Turn around.” This time Emma’s tone was sharp, pointed, meaning business.
Ryan was taken aback at first but—perhaps more out of fear than anything—he whimpered and waddled around in a circle, droopy diaper dancing back and forth as he did.
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Emma placed her hand under the hefty load in the back of Ryan’s diaper, it was even warmer than the front. “So you don’t want to tell me what this is??” She scolded, pressing her palm inward and smushing the mush into his backside, watching him visibly cringe. He groaned, whimpering.
“Tell me what it is, Ryan!” Emma roared over his pathetic whining and crying. “Tell me what you did in your diaper, sweetheart!”
Ryan continued to squeal as Emma pressed the mess into him, wriggling it around, using her other hand on his hip to serve as a firm reminder that he was not to move or run away. He was to stay in place and take her torment.
He knew it wasn’t going to stop until he voiced it. As hard as it was to say out loud, it was harder to endure such gross humiliation.
“I made a poopy diaper!!” Ryan cried, “I went poo poo’s in my diapee!!”
Emma stopped, dropping her hand. The hefty load fell back down as gravity took over.
There was more silence for a while. Ryan’s breath heavy and labored. His eyes and cheeks moist.
Eventually, he felt Emma’s soft, cool skin as her hand gently took his. With a firm tug, she guided him to stand beside her. Her fingers curled around his wrist, warm and steady. “Over,” she instructed, tapping her thigh.
That got Ryan blubbering again. “No, Mommy pweez! I sorry! No spankies! PWEEZ!!” Even through his pitiful pleas he instinctively started dropping to his knees to climb over her lap for a punishment—but she stopped him.
“No, no, baby!” She said,stopping him. Softly, comforting, “like this…”
She guided one of his legs over hers, keeping him facing forward, away from her. Emma adjusted him with little effort, settling him so that his bottom was properly positioned — thickly padded, snug in his diaper, and directly over her knee. She rubbed his back for a moment, grounding him, then slowly pressed him down so that his weight was fully on her thigh.
“Shhh…it’s okay!” She whispered softly in his ear when it made him cringe.
Peeling back the waistband, she gave the diaper a quick, practiced peek. Again, not because she didn’t know the contents, but to get him familiar with the process.
“You certainly did some damage in there, little man!” She said, patting the waistband closed. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, like a big spoon, “but if you want to wear diapers, you’re going to have to learn to tell Mommy when you use them.”
Before he could reply, Emma shifted slightly, spreading her knees just enough for a better seat. Then, without warning, she began to bounce him — small, controlled lifts of her leg beneath him. The motion was firm, rhythmic, and deliberate. Not punishing, but undeniably corrective. Each bounce jostled him gently but unmistakably, the thick padding exaggerating every motion.
He tried to move away, but she tightened her arm across his lower back, steadying him, pressing him down. “You’ll stay here until you remember this feeling,” she said, not breaking the rhythm of her knee. “Get used to it. It’s going to be happening a lot more from now on. You didn’t think you were going to get to wear diapers and not use them for all of their intended purposes, did you??”
Ryan whimpered and whined.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
Each rise of her knee sent a flush of warmth through his cheeks, not just from the physical sensation of the mush on his bottom, but from the emotional exposure of it all rushing to his face. And yet, as her other hand brushed slowly up his spine, comforting even in the middle of discipline, the duality of it soothed him. She waited for him to finally have his cathartic moment before coming to a stop.
“Come here, honey…” she said softly, turning him around but in the same position, wrapping her arms around him so he could bury his face in her chest, sobbing softly. She patted his back, shhhing him. “I know that was hard, sweetpea, but this is why you need to tell Mommy when something happens in your diaper! You’re supposed to ask for help — not try to hide it.””
“I was embarrassed,” he whispered.
“I know you were, honey.” She cooed, brushing her hand along his back “it must be humiliating being a grown man pooping in a diaper, huh?”
He whimpered at that, but she held him closer and rocked him back and forth.
She knew that he liked to be degraded, but he needed the other part too. “Trying to hide it only makes it worse. I’m here to help you through the hard stuff, even the messy stuff. Especially that.”
He softened at that, melting in her arms.
“You’re safe,” she whispered close to his ear. “I’ll never judge you or leave you or make you feel less-than for the things you enjoy.” She let that hang, then shrugged, “well…other than when we’re in scenes.”
Moments like this—where they were having their kinky play time, experimenting with the dominant and submissive dynamic—always seemed to lead to a breaking down of barriers of some kind. The years of shame and guilt and baggage that Ryan had carried with him about his stupid little fetish all seemed to fade away in that instant. He felt safe in her arms, protected. Accepted, as she rocked him back and forth in his mushy diaper. The smell was horrendous, but she didn’t have a single wrinkle on her nose as she kissed his forehead softly. She loved him. All of him.
“There,” she said gently when he lifted his head off her damp shoulder, his cheeks and eyes still misty. “Better?”
He nodded, hands wiping his face.
She helped him up carefully, her hands guiding him with the same firmness that had corrected him. Their eyes met — his shy and grateful, hers steady and affectionate before she closed them and gave him a kiss.
“Let’s go change your diaper,” she said, standing up, but she had that devious look in her eye again. The one that said she wasn’t done playing. “Then you’re going to go over my lap the other way, I’m going to get the wooden spoon, and we’re going to give you a reminder of why you need to be honest with Mommy.”
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messydprs ¡ 28 days ago
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Reblog if you want (1) message saying what someone would do to you if they had the night alone with you.
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Plumpness with cherries on top🍒
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