#stinky pooper

[kittybroker]

how much for this stinky pooper? /affectionate

(he pooped his pants on the journey over here)

Stinky kitty worth only 4 cents for his stink behavior!

[mellowsadistic]

Jessie played with her toys, pouting. This was so stupid! She was a grown woman for goodness sake, yet here she was shuffling around her nursery wearing a nappy like some dumb baby.

She took a deep breath. It would be over soon, she told herself. One month, that was how long her boyfriend had to diaper train her. He’d agreed that if he couldn’t do it in that time, he’d let her be a big girl again. She supposed she should count herself lucky. A lot of other women weren’t being given a choice at all – a couple of her friends had already been reduced to a pair of stupid little Pamper packers.

Jessie wrinkled her nose in disgust. It was pathetic! How could anyone let that happen to them? They obviously hadn’t been resisting hard enough. She sneered. Maybe they even liked it. There was certainly no way a strong-willed woman like her was going to end up as some dumb little diaper dumper!

She shuffled over to a pile of baby blocks, her nappy squishing wetly between her thighs. She didn’t remember going pee-pee, but that was okay. As long as she still had her bowel control, she wouldn’t count as fully diaper trained. And she could easily get her bladder control back when the month was up. Only one week left!

She grunted softly and bent over, concentrating on stacking her blocks. There was a strange fullness in her bottom, but the feeling went away quickly, and she ignored it. She’d just finished stacking a load of blocks together when she froze. Something had squished against her bottom. She gave her hips a little wiggle. There was definitely something back there. Her diaper felt heavier. Then a yucky smell reached her noise.

Jessie straightened up, a chill running down her spine. No…She couldn’t have… Not without noticing… With mounting horror, she reached behind her and cupped the seat of what was obviously a droopy, messy, fully loaded nappy.

Her mouth dropped open. No! This couldn’t be happening! This might happen to other girls, but not her!

“Uh-oh!” came a deep, amused voice from behind her, and she looked around sharply to see her boyfriend standing in the doorway, smirking. “I think someone’s made a stinky!” he cooed. Then he tilted his head, looking at her curiously. “That’s funny. You usually come and beg me to let you use the potty when you have to go poo-poo.”

“I didn’t…” she began, disoriented, “I didn’t realise… I didn’t know…”

Her boyfriend’s eyes seemed to light up, and a sinister smile spread across his face. “You didn’t know you had to go?” he finished for her.

Jessie could only look up at him in horror, but he could see the answer in her face.

“Good girl!” he gushed, walking over to kiss her on the forehead. There was a mocking sweetness in his tone. “What a good girl for messing yourself without knowing! Tell Daddy all about it, princess. Did you feel yourself start to go poopy? Or did you just realise you were messy all of a sudden?”

But Jessie just stared ahead of her, wide-eyed and horrified. A low whining started in her throat, and then, “I don’t wanna be incontinent!” she wailed, breaking down into tears.

“Awww, it’s okay sweetheart,” her boyfriend cooed, pulling her into a cuddle and reaching down to pat the sagging seat of her loaded nappy. “You’ll get used to being a yucky little pants-pooper.”

She cried even harder at that.

“No more toilets for my little princess!” he went on happily. “Just think – you actually thought that I wouldn’t be able to nappy train you. And now you’re just another diaper-dependent baby woman.” He pulled out of the hug and cupped her face gently in his hand, wiping away her tears. “You used to make fun of girls like that, didn’t you sweetie?” he asked, his eyes glittering maliciously. “The ones who’d failed to prevent themselves being fully nappy trained by their husbands or boyfriends. Remind me what you always called them again?”

Jessie screwed up her eyes in shame, crying even more. “P… P… Pamper packers!” she hiccupped.

“That’s right,” her boyfriend said, nodding thoughtfully. “I guess that’s what you are now, isn’t it baby?” He spoke lightly, but his eyes were still sparkling with sadistic delight.

When she didn’t answer, he put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. “What are you, little one?” he asked firmly.

Jessie sobbed again, staring up at him through her tear-stained eyes. “I’m a Pamper packer…” she whimpered.

“A bit louder, sweetie.”

“I’m a Pamper packer!” she cried.

“And what else did you call those girls, sweetie?” he asked. “What was your other name for them?”

Jessie mewled pathetically. “Diaper dumpers!” she sobbed.

“And you are…” he began for her.

“I’m a diaper dumper!” she wailed.

Her Daddy smiled, satisfied. “That’s my good girl. I can’t wait to parade you in front of all your friends in your messy nappies. But that will have to come later. Lie down on your back, darling. I think my Pamper-packing, diaper-dumping, nappy-filling little girlfriend needs a change!”

[pupwindelcrinklewuff]

When you don't get changes unless you are stinky, you have to go to bed in your soggy diapers. As a morning pooper, this diapercuck is frequently sent to bed with changies denied.

I haven't known a dry night in longer than I can remember...

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Enhypen Reaction to Another Member Trying to Kiss You

Content Warnings: Spin-the-bottle; mentions of drinking; kinda suggestive if not smutty

Mellow speaks: Here we go with another scenario! Enjoy my loves!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod  @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi 

Heeseung

He knows it's just a game, he knows he shouldn't be getting worked up over a game that he had been only too eager to play. It had seemed like the perfect deal to him then, after having downed a few cans of beer and with the younger ones having been sent off to bed. He couldn't possibly have passed up on the chance to make out with you in front of the others, but as he watches the bottle slowly come to a stop with one end facing you and the other towards Jake, he can't help but feel his insides churn. 

Maybe it's the booze making him do things he shouldn't do, or maybe it's just the sight of a very wasted Jake leaning over to grab you by the jaw, light but uncomfortable all the same, but it's enough to make him clench his fist, his body moving on its own as he reaches over, swatting the younger's hand away before pulling you into him, his hand resting on the small of your back and his lips firm on yours.He's kissing you then, or rather, making out with you just like he had wanted, soft moans of "Mine" escaping him as the others roll their eyes but make no attempt to stop him. They're there to enjoy the show after all, and even though Jake holds a pout on his face initially, it soon turns into a smirk as he realizes that your boyfriend and you are out of the game. 

Jay

The game was getting too much fun to handle, and he was really having a hard time keeping his laughs under control. Having to boys kiss each other (with him included, of course) was more entertaining than he could have ever imagined, but the fun didn't last as long as he had hoped. As his eyes landed on the bottle finally coming to rest, he felt his left eye twitch when he realizes that you're the target, and the one who has to kiss you? Heeseung of course, as luck would have it.

The elder's completely wasted by now, the smirk on his face too sinister as he reaches over, the words "Finally someone who's not a stinky bandmate of mine" slipping past his lips, which are now dangerously close to your own. But he never gets to lay them on yours, because the very next moment, he finds himself being pushed away from your form, Jay's mouth on his as he gives him a kiss in your stead. 

When Heeseung pushes him away, your boyfriend is quick to let out a chuckle at the sight of his disgusted expression, his arm getting thrown across your shoulders as he declares that you're "out of bounds to anyone except him." Of course, that's nothing if not being a party-pooper

Jake

He had never wanted to play this stupid game. He had never wanted to agree, and he wouldn't have if it wasn't for you giving him those puppy eyes of yours that make his heart go weak whenever he looks at them. He knew something like this was gonna happen, but in the game as he was because of you, he was manifesting for that something to not happen. Yet as he hears Jay declare that Sunoo is going to be kissing you, he knows his manifesting didn't work. 

Sunoo seems shy at first glance, but it soon becomes evident that it's just a facade to hide the smirk he's trying so hard to suppress. He's eager to press his lips to yours, and why wouldn't he be when he's been spending months fantasizing about you? Trust a couple cans of beer to bring out the beast inside. Before he can reach forward and actually kiss you though, he's grasping at nothing but air, because your form has been pulled to the side and onto your boyfriend's lap.

He doesn't do anything too irrational, of course, because even in his drunken state, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or awkward. But he does throw his arms protectively around you, pulling you close to his chest as he silently dares anyone to so much as think of laying a hand on you. You're his baby, and if anyone gets to kiss you, it's only him. Simple as that. 

Sunghoon

As you find yourself being dragged away from the game and out of the room, it's obvious that your assumption of the very setup getting on his nerves was nothing if not right. And as you look at the others, rolling their eyes and groaning, you can't help but smirk internally. Because what else could you have expected of your lovely boyfriend when you looked so vulnerable, almost like a little bird in Jay's grasp as he brought his face dangerously close to yours. 

Of course, the very sight of anyone else swooping in at what belonged to him was enough to get him riled up, but paired with the way you gave him your most innocent and imploring expression as you pretended to brace yourself for the incoming kiss, it was the perfect recipe for disaster. Before you knew it, your arm was being grabbed in the roughest of ways, a simple "Don't you even dare" being thrown to the air as you got on your feet.

So now you're on your way to the bedroom, getting ready for a night of being cliamed by him, something that had been your plan all along. And believe me when I say that as Sunghoon slams you against the door, his eyes staring right at you, that's his plan too. 

Sunoo

He had thought he'd be the one to get to kiss you, but after having been forced to kiss the guys three times in a row, he's all but given up hope. So it's not really a surprise that his mood turns sour the second he realizes that the one who actually bagged the chance to kiss you is none other than his archnemesis Sunghoon, it rubbed him in a way that was perfectly wrong. 

But it isn't all pouts and huffs this time, no. It's much more than that, including glares and grunts as he watches the elder lean in for a swoop, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek, something that visibly made you flinch. That gets him to the breaking point, his arm coming right between your faces just when Sunghoon is about to close the gap, a soft "Tut" escaping him.

"Let's stop this game here," he mutters, pulling you into him as he gets up, shuffling towards the couch with your form in toe. The game really seems to be over as he begins cuddling you, but when you see the soft, pouty expression on his face, you find that you don't seem to mind. Guess you're going to have to let him kiss you to his heart's contents this time, isn't it?

[poptartbunny]

Fortinbras and the constantly changing evolution of nicknames (fort, himself the elf, booger, boogie, boogie butt, stinky, farty pooper, bippin bops, pippin pops, monsieur boog boog, best boy, bippin pops, pippin bops, senior snookoms, pimply pooper, snookom wookom, booger butt, bobo, his Royal boogieness, boogie bear, my little boogie, mr stinky, the rockmeister, bobo bear, love of my life, bane of my existence, him ‘do, stinky butt, his Royal majesty prince of Norway, my little puppy, goodest of the good boys, senior stinky, bed hog, pillow farter, nugget, nugget butt, golden nugget, Fortinbras the dog, bane of hamlet, bobo boy, sweet demon, hellhound, fartinbras, goblin, skinny butt McGee)

[iamhyperventalatingaswespeak]

god really decided to make me a stinky pooper

[menalez]

id like to imagine that the phrase “act like their shit doesn’t stink” became a phrase due to one man in the shared public toilets doing a shit so stinky that others complained and said stinky pooper said “it doesn’t even smell bad!”.

other people found his claim that his shit doesn’t stink so amusing that they started to use it as a phrase to mean “you think you’re better than other people”.

otherwise i really wonder who thought of that and why

[milalovesmatt]

Can you do spicy Stan hc's he needs more love from the fandom tbh🥲

OMG IM SO SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT THIS😭stop i feel so bad nowwww. i wrote this at 3:30 so don’t expect it to b good😭

warningss: smut, mila not taking anything off seriously, band au??, eric cartman LMAO, mila using too much emojis, mila abusing her power to text herself, mean stan??,not proofread, mentions of sh, mentions of suicide

break

you and all of the main 4 all made a band like a few months ago and you guys were practicing at kyles house for a small concert you had little did you know you were turning stan on sm…. the way you would move your hair out of your face, THE GRIP U HAD ON THE MICROPHONE- turned him on so much. soo then he finally texted you about his “problem”

you text and pout jokingly:

sooo u like meet him at the bathroom and this is how it gos🥶🥶

“mhm your being such a bratty slut for me today, getting all close with all of are friends your just practically asking me to fuck your brains out right now”(i know he would never say this let me be😭) “w-what?” “dont plag dumb princess, now take off your pants for me” “stan, not here-“ “did i say you had a choice?! now doll do you really want this?” “m-mhmm” “use your words sweetheart” “y-yes…. master” “omg y/nnn☹️” “IM SORRY I HAD TOO” “🙄” “okay now where were we?” you two WERE hitting it off until the stinky party pooper KYLE texted u🙄

(SORRY I DIDNT KET U GUYS ACTUALLY SMASH😭) so like u and stan walk out of the bathroom AND THEY WERE LISTENING THROUGH THE DOOR “NOT GONNA LIE that was kinda hot” “what😰” “ y/n, u should definitely do that with me” “kill urself.” “ALREADY HAVE🥰🥰” “thats so emo khenneh” “I KNOW RIGHT” “arm reveal?!”

TELL ME IF U GUYS WANT PT2

[cherryprincessa]

Soaked stinker thinker baby! Princess Pottypants!

poopy doopy dummy baby 🙈🥰

That's what I was called today PUBLICLY 🥹🤤❤️❤️❤️

I made a "mmmpf" face and a big blart sounds hitted my Mommys face, when I squat down in the park during our walkies.

She touched my well padded pamper paddings, and she started laughing

" Pew pweee! What a stinky little diapee baby! You made a present for Mommy? " Said my mommy when mushing my pushy load to my baby bottom 🥹😳

" Nuh! "

" Babygirl, I am smelling it from your diapers, my Waddling Princess! I need to change that poopy doopy diaper baby as soon as we get home " 🥰

I panicked when people looked at us and I started grubbing my tummy and sucking on my paci 🥹

"Soaked stinker thinker baby! Princess Pottypants!" Laughed mommy. " You are adorable when you make a poopoo in your diaper! Come baby, we are waddling home to change your big stinky diapee. "

" Mommyyyyy! You are embarrassinn mee! I am not a baby!!!"

" who is wearing a diaper?"

" I do...."

" Who is sucking on her chunky pacific, Baby?"

" I do..."

" who has a big teddy bear in her hands?"

" He is Mr. Bojo! Not a teddy bear Mommy! he is MY HUSBAND! I "🧸

" Adorable! And now tell Mr Bojo about your little accident. Or wasn't it an accident? You were squaring down. You could have said mommy that you need to go poopoo. Did you tell mommy about your tummy troubles?"

" No..."

" Why?

" Because I am wearing a diaper, Mommy... And I was shy to tell you that I had the urge to....poopoo. "

" and? Are you decided to make a poopoo to your diaper? You wanted to make it?"

" Yes...."

" Hm?"

" I wanted to poopoo my diaper!"

I said it out very loudly and people looked at us with a shocked face

" My my, my soggy diaper babe is such a regeessed baby! She feels the urge and she is willing to do it in her diapers like a good baby! But I know sometimes you are not even know about the urge you have...you have accidents like peepee. But a poopoo? What a baby! What are you?"

" a big baby in her poopie diapers Mommy. And I am making cummies when humping on Mr Bojo all the time!'

That's my adoranle soggy soaker stinky super dooper panty pooper baby

[petalsplayplace]

Alright! Gonna come pick you up soon! Don't bother packing or anything I've got everything you could need picked out already! in fact, don't wear anything at all! Just a pair of panties that'll look really cute when you ruin them in the back of my van!💖 You must be so excited! Look at you squirming around back their, babbling behind that paci taped over your mouth! Wow, already being a stinky pants pooper too? You really do wanna be in diapers! Now it's only a few more hours sweetie so get comfy in your mess back there, you're gonna have soooooo much fun at your new home💕

Not even slightly kidding when I say I have almost this exact fantasy like a dozen times a day 🥺🥺🥺 I totally would be excited and babbling in the back of the van in my ruined panties <3 <3 <3

[bastardtrait]

girl fuck you why did you come up and starting chirping my dog? little trollop.

transcript:

RANDOM KID: Eeeww! Your dog is a stinky pooper! Gross, much! STINKY JIM: Grrrrmmm.

FIONA: I'd keep that to yourself if I were you. I'm a vampire and I'll drink your blood. They won't recognise your body when I'm done. Nyehh. See? Teeth.

RANDOM KID: Ew! You're a frickin' weirdo! Ditch the fake teeth, loser. FIONA, aside: I'll show YOU FAKE--

[windupnamazu]

smells like sardine spirit!

ffxivwrite2023 #07: noisome having an extremely offensive smell.

Lunya, @hqmillioncorn's Babycorn and Cherrypit, and @perrytheplatyborg's Himbo Hooters. A Realm Reborn, flowrverse (shitpost flavour). 1155wc. ⮞ A little deodorant would go a long way, but I'm not sure you'd remember what that is either.

It was a normal day in the Lavender Beds. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Babycorn Corn was eating mud.

Just last week, «flowr»'s FC hall finally finished construction after a gruelling week of its members running around gathering as much gil as they could. The very last of it came from Lunya, who apparently squeezed an Ul'dahn merchant so dry she came back with not just his gil but the clothes he was wearing that day and the rights to his nextborn child, the contract of which she promptly set on fire. While the house was fully built, what it wasn't was furnished, and with no kitchen to dig through the cupboards of and unwilling to swallow her pride and ask anyone for lunch, Babycorn did what she did best: improvising food.

"Thish mud's pretty tashty," she told her baby brother between mouthfuls of the wet dirt. Cherry babbled a giggle out as he slapped his oversized sleeves to the ground, splashing their midday meal onto his face. "But itsh kinda hot today, ishn't it?"

It was an impressive 32 degrees Celsius, of which the Eorzean equivalent is unknown to me, reader, and remarkably humid. It had rained that morning and left the Shroud quite muggy.

As the siblings alternated between rolling around in the mud and eating it they didn't notice the hulking figure stumbling up the hill towards the cottage, water and mud dripping from his form with each tired step as he searched for sanctuary. As he reached the gate he teetered and fell straight through it and into the middle of Babycorn and Cherrypit's lunch with a huge splash.

"So… hungry…" he moaned into the mud with a horribly deep rumble of his stomach.

Babycorn's pom nearly flew off her head in alarm, kept on her head simply because it was weighed down only by the layer of mud he splashed on her.

"MONSTER?!" she shrieked, diving for Cherry and whisking them both out of their puddle.

Snapping into consciousness, the so-called monster straightened up and looked around in a panic, mud dripping from pearly white fangs. "MONSTER? WHERE?" the monster shouted, only to be hit once more by the sheer heat of the day and how dehydrated and hungry he was. His head hit the mud once more with an exhausted groan.

"Babagaga," Cherry said wisely from the safety of his sister's arms.

"Oh, not a monster?" Babycorn wondered, poking the not-monster with the toe of her boot. "...Do you think it's edible?"

Moments later Lunya rounded the corner carrying a tower of cardboard boxes taller than Vertical Height herself, which she promptly dropped upon seeing Babycorn about to take a bite out of some stinky and unconscious stranger. She started caterwauling, sprinting towards them at an impressive speed for a girl wearing stiletto boots on wet grass for some reason.

"BABYCORN CORN," Lunya howled, shaking a fist in the air, "PUT THAT THING DOWN, YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE IT'S BEEN!"

"Party pooper," muttered Babycorn, blowing her bangs out of her eyes as she dropped the arm of what upon closer look was a sopping wet catman. No, not the Miqo'te kind, but a larger, fuzzier variety.

Lunya came to a screeching stop next to them. The mudcatthing was snoring away, blowing bubbles into the mud in a way that would have been comical if it wasn't ruining some perfectly good food. She grimaced at its filthy appearance and the bizarre smell radiating off him. "What's a Hrothgar doing in our yard? And why does he smell like he dove through a fish market's post-closing garbage processing center?!"

"Beats me," huffed Babycorn, already uninterested since she wasn't allowed to eat the guy.

"He doesn't seem injured," Lunya said contemplatively. "Just… stinky." With a whirl of her pointer finger a hose came flying around the corner of the house followed by bottles of dog shampoo and conditioner. "If he has to lie unconscious in our yard he should at least have the decency to smell nice while doing it."

Babycorn hissed at the hose as it passed by, which Lunya thought was a nice bit of character development from the last time she had to bring the hose out and Babycorn tried to bite it. Setting the nozzle to 'angle', Lunya hit the Hrothgar with a blast of water.

"BWHHHHBWHWHBBRHHBWHWW," the Hrothgar spat, sitting upright in confusion as he was assaulted with each of the settings on Lunya's latest beloved acquisition from the Gridanian garden centre while she looked for the best one.

"Oh, you're alive!" Lunya said cheerily. "Cherry, do you wanna soap him up?"

"Sop, sop!" Cherry agreed. Or maybe he was saying soup. That was a bit more concerning. Either way, he took one of the floating bottles of dog shampoo and handed it to Babycorn, who uncapped it, handed it back to him, and took four steps back. There was no way she was going to get forcibly given a bath today, no sir!

Cherry promptly dumped half the bottle onto the Hrothgar's knee.

"Would you mind getting out of the mud for me?" Lunya asked the Hrothgar, who was only getting increasingly more confused by this bizarre turn of events. "It's kind of making the whole point of this moot."

"Uh, okay?" the Hrothgar said, and he got up and walked over to a clean patch of grass dripping dog shampoo and mud and water with Lunya and Cherrypit following behind.

"So, what's your story?" Lunya asked conversationally as she rinsed him down and revealed he was, in fact, really a Hrothgar. "Got drunk at the Mirror Planks and fell overboard and washed up here? Alcohol abuse is bad, you know. You got a name?"

"Ba!" echoed Cherry.

The Hrothgar stammered. "H… H… Something with an H…Hem… Him…?"

"Bo," Cherry said with a satisfied nod.

"Himbo?" Lunya wrinkled her nose. "Weird name. I mean, I guess we have a Vertical and a B'ig and a Babycorn, so it's not really that weird in the grand scheme of things—"

"My name is not weird!" Babycorn cried, stomping her boot in the mud and splashing more of it up her leg. "Your name is weird!"

"And you're getting a bath next," Lunya threatened, turning and pointing the hose at her. Babycorn screamed.

"I don't, um, really remember anything," 'Himbo' admitted over Babycorn's furious shrieks that no, no, no, you can't clean me! Na na na na na! I hope you trip and slide on a soap bar!!! "Who I am or where I came from or, uh, why I'm being given a bath. I just know that I'm hungry."

"Well, we can fix that last part, at least," said Lunya. "You wouldn't be the first amnesiac we've taken into our fold. How do burgers sound?"

"What's a burger?"

"Lunya," Babycorn gritted out from behind the tree she was now hiding behind, "this is dire."

[peysk]

Your name is now the stinky pooper

[flippingyouoff]

Let’s think of Positive ideas we can play with instead. Instead of stinky stinky Hairy Pooper AU’s lets go the other direction. Series of Unfortunate Events AUs! Think of all that could entail!

[It entails everyones parents burning alive]

Okay, well, every idea has its downfalls.

[t00thpaste28]

NO MORE STINKY POOPER

YOU CANT HANDLE THE STINKY POOPER

FORGIVE ME FOR GIVING @iamhyperventalatingaswespeak HER CLOUT AND HER FLOWERS

[iwander12]

ooo pooper stinky

WOMEM BE LOOSING THEY RIGHT EYEBALLS😂😂🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

who else really hates sackboys voice u put one (1) piercing on him and it doesnt fit anymore !!!!!!!! i watched my friend play saba for the first time and he immediately turned the voice off #sackboystfuparty