Diaper Stuff

Cg quickly closes the diaper again, doesn’t re-tape it but just holds it shut and says “hey baby do you need to go poopy?” He shakes his head no as he distractedly sucks on his fingers on one hand and holds his stuffie in the other.

“No? Hmm.. can you push for me just to try?”

He pulls his fingers out of his mouth and clenches his fists and scrunches his face up before he lets out a few grunts. CG has their hand cupped on the back of the diaper and still isn’t feeling anything so they open it up a bit to peak in and suddenly see the turtle head slither out further and hit the squishy inside of the diaper.

“Uh oh!” Cg says in surprise and closes the diaper back up again, holding it shut as it fills up quickly.

“All done?” Cg asks when the grunting stops and his fingers go back into his mouth.

“Poopy!” He says and giggles, kicking his feet a little as cg pulls the diaper back open and prepares some wipes for the much bigger mess now nestled in his wet diaper.

Oopsie! What a tiny little to not even know that he was about to go poopy - good thing CG spotted what was happening! This scenario is so sweet that it's making me melt a little~

The way they fidget in their seat and I know they're actively filling the seat of their diaper, the embarrassment is palpable and intoxicating to me. I could nourish myself for days off of their little whines and barely concealed moans as they push the last of it out into their diapers, proving to me exactly why they need them and that I was so right to insist they were too little for pull-ups.

I mean, if you're going around peeing your pants all the time, you can still claim to be a toddler who just isn't potty trained. But if you're still pooping your pants, and your Daddy has to keep you in diapers so you don't make a mess all over yourself? That's just proof that you're undeniably a baby, and you'll have to sit in your shame for a bit until Daddy decides he's had enough of teasing and torturing you in your ridiculous little predicament.

She knew there were only a few pages left and she was trying to get as comfortable as possible before her nap. She had already shifted from her back to her side, her other side, and now her tummy. Every time she tried a new position her diaper rustled softly on the sheets, the under layer crinkling louder in return. Finding the right position wasn't as important has letting the pressure in her gut and bottom out, though, but it would be helpful.

"You're squirmy today," Mommy said in between pages.

"I wanna get comfy," Camille muttered and grasped her arms together in front of her and tucked her bare legs and knees under her body, butt slightly raised in the air. She smiled to herself when she realized she was in a modified child's pose. It was almost too on point.

As Mommy read the concluding they all lived happily ever after, Camille let herself start to relax the tension that had been building in her.

Her insides knew exactly what to do and everything shifted in to place. With her bottom slightly raised she gave a little push and a thick log began its way out of her. She didn't even need to work for it, she just merely gave her body permission to let it come. It was just firm enough to give some resistance to the back of her diaper before balling up and settling. Camille gave one more small push and a small, softer piece came out. She could feel it spread over the lump already in her pull-up. A trickle of pee escaped her too and got wicked away by the thick padding. The heaviness was now spread from the back to the middle, it was warm and felt indescribably good.

She straightened her legs out with a sigh. Her bottom dropped with another rustle of the sheets and she burrowed back into the pillows, her task accomplished. She looked up at Mommy with a sleepy smile and eyes large with relief and pleasure.

Mommy looked back at her with fondly, slightly biting her bottom lip. She knew what the answer would be but asked anyway. "Want me to change you?"

"No, now I'm comfy!" Camille exclaimed. She reached for her stuffed fox and brought the pacifier clipped to her shirt up to her mouth.

Sleeping with a fresh messy diaper was exactly what she needed. Her mess was pushing all the right buttons in her erogenous zone. The pressure of it bellow her bottom and between her legs, the warmth, the arousal of doing something so gross but also endearing in front of her Mommy. She was only little, she couldn't help it. It was almost too much to bear, she had to do something with this feeling. Without even thinking about it she flexed her hips into the mattress.

"Hey now, none of that. You can sleep in a yucky diaper but you know you're not allowed to do that without me. It's nap time now, sweetie." Mommy brushed a few hairs away from Camille's face and was met with a tremendous pout.

"When I wake up? Please?"

"Let me think about it. Try and stay on your belly, ok? Here, I'll slide the mat under you for extra protection, up-up".

Mommy smoothed the corners of the changing mat straight under Camille. Camille's breathing was already evening out and her eyes were starting to droop. Mommy rubbed her between the shoulder blades for a few minutes before standing up and flicking on the nightlight.

"Have a good sleep, baby. Love you."

Oh gosh brace yourself, I know more about this than I ever thought I would.

Do be warned, though, doing all of these intentionally and consistently will genuinely impact your bladder capacity and ability to hold for long periods. In a non-sexy kinky way, at inconvenient times. Practice safe kink. If you have questions about this, feel free to ask.

Focus on that feeling right after you pee, that instinct where your muscles clench to cut off those last few drops

Once you know what that feels like, start trying to delay the cutoff as long as you can. It’s a mind-muscle thing you can figure out with some effort. That’s what most ab/dl-ers mean when they say “staying relaxed down there”

When you’re letting go, think about other things. Taxes. Sports. Groceries. Little space things. Don’t focus on going. As unintuitive as that is, it’ll teach your brain that peeing is no big deal and not worth paying attention to

If you’re in padding, intentionally go whenever you feel a tiny urge. Any urge. A tingle? Give a little (little. Don’t hurt yourself) push and feel your padding warm up. If you’re staying hydrated, you’ll probably be going every ten minutes or so

Wear large capacity diapers whenever you can, especially overnight. Knowing you won’t leak will let your unconscious mind feel safe relaxing fully.

Keep going whenever you have to, thinking about other things during, and trying to stay open after each time

Drink a decently big bottle of water right before you close your eyes at night, every night, so your body doesn’t have the chance to process all the liquids by the time you’re unconscious

If you have to go, go. If you’re not padded, take more bathroom breaks than you normally would.

She wakes you up in the morning to show you what you’ve done and you promise her through tears it’s just a blip! “Aw baby, don’t worry! I’m sure it’s just a one off…” and here comes this but “but just in case maybe you should wear a pull up tonight?”

You don’t even question why she has pull ups just on hand but she talks you into it with that silver tongue of hers over the course of the day and you find yourself standing as she helps you into a pull up, sliding it up your hips as you stand there rethinking your life choices.

Rinse and repeat… she stands and watches as you wet your pull up, hand in the bowl again. Just as she hoped, your pull up overflows and you wet the bed anyway. This time, she wakes you up feigning concern as her lovely girlfriend is clearly a proper bedwetter now and she just must have you wear thicker padding tonight, no ifs or buts!

Again, you don’t question why she has a pack of adult diapers in the wardrobe, you’re just thankful that she’s so prepared for your accidents! Your girlfriend praises you as she tapes you, her adult partner, into a diaper! “Gosh you look so cute in this! You should totally wear these all the time!” She says as she presses a quick peck to your lips and helps you up.

messy diapers are objectively icky and yet, they are SO fucking hot. literally nothing turns me on more than messing my diapers.

all of my hottest fantasies involve messy diapers OR are made hotter with a messy diaper.

backseat diaper change? how much hotter if it’s a stinky diaper?

using my diaper in someones lap? how much hotter if i’m filling the seat of my diaper with a mess while they hold me??

spankings over someones lap? imagine getting a long spanking and humiliating commentary while in a messy diaper?! how much hotter is THAT?!?!

being unable to hold it and uncontrollably using your diaper? much, MUCH hotter if it’s a big mess that you literally can’t help but push out into your diaper?

bedwetting? imagine waking up with a messy diaper?!

asking for a change and being told to wait? how much hotter if you have to go back to playing LEGOs in your stinky diaper?

being diaper checked and told you need a change? again, imagine it’s a stinky bulge in the back of your diaper that they feel, or pulling open the back waistband???

Comic from the fic "Olivia Smith prefers going in her pants", which I've been reading on AO3 recently.

Drop ⬇️

& pee

My tummy’s been hurting all dayyy,,,, what did you feed meeee,,, 😖😖

Unnnfff,,,, *fwuuuummmpp*

Pheww thats much better,,, 😮‍💨