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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???

He is insatiable today. I've counted at least 7 orgasms in his diapers already, and it's not even noon. Even a very poopy diaper didn't stop him.

He used to go berserk when he was left in his mess, but now it doesn't seem to bother him. In fact, it seems like he's starting to enjoy it.

The hypnosis must really be having an effect. He won't take his eyes off of it. The only time he cries is when he's hungry or his headphones fall off. I have to change his onesie and bib often because it is absolutely soaked in drool.

His speech is getting more lispy and babbly. I can hardly understand him sometimes. Sometimes I worry I've gone too far and melted his mind.

Dare #2 - "Get a messy diaper knee bouncing on Mommy's knee!"

(Submitted by @paddedweeb)

Mama-Bear loved this one, but it was so icky!! I was yucky from back to belly-button by the time she finally put me down again... And trying to keep a straight face in the window while thanksgiving dinner gets mashed into your backside is no joke! 😖

#6: "Mix chocolate laxatives in with regular chocolates, and have a big give them one at a time as a special reward for good behaviour" (Inspired by @Pupserif)

Okay so these aren't chocolate laxatives per se, but Daddy did SUCH a good job sneaking these in between starbursts and other Halloween candies that I had no idea what he had done until it was way too late...

... It was about 3am that night when everything hit me at once, and I was reduced to a gurgling crampy mess at the foot of Daddy's bed begging him please to let me go use the potty before the inevitable mudslide hit!

He of course just laughed and pulled out his phone to film me as I whined into my stuffy and helplessly filled my diaper to the brim in front of him, before patting my bum in a consoling manner and assuring me "There's a whole lot more where that came from, big guy; no sense changing you just yet, is there?" And with that, he left me back to beddy-bye to wait until morning. With my mitts locked on my hands, and my wrists and ankles attached to their usual restraints on the mattress corners, there really wasn't much I could do besides ride it out and hope Daddy woke up early in the morning to change me. It was a long, squishy night for me - and Daddy loves every second of it.

character a is strapped into a back-facing car seat, dressed in a footed sleeper and heavily padded for a long road trip with their caregivers, character b and character c. while character b is driving, character c makes sure to keep their baby fed and hydrated so they don't get fussy, whether it be with bottles or just little snacks here and there.

only a few hours into the drive, character a starts to feel full and desperate. they squirm against the five point harness, whimpering desperately behind their pacifier. soon enough, character a's knees bend up towards their chest as they start grunting and filling their diaper with soft mushy stool. character b idly looks back at them from the drivers seat. "ya poopin, kiddo? making a little present for me?" character a just groans, their hands clenched in little fists as their bladder lets loose as well "uh huh." they groan. character c just gives them another bottle to nurse on as they finish, smiling as they huff and grunt and snuffle behind the nipple. soon enough they finish, and continue sucking on their baba. "should we pull over and change them?" asks c. "nah," b shakes their head. "that diaper can hold for a few more hours at least. besides, a will probably take a nice long nap once they get their cummies out, won't you baby?" because b knows how much their baby likes to touch themselves after making a messy diaper.

It was early morning, and soft lights got through the shades of your nursery. They moved you there recently after you were surprised with this new project. They thought it was time to take your new lifestyle to new and necessary heights. You weren’t seen as a man anymore. You acted, dressed, and treated around the house as a toddler at most. A nursery with a crib was a natural step.

You woke up slowly, after a long deep sleep. They tucked you in around 9:00 pm. You slept so heavily that you thought you wet yourself more than usual because your thick diaper felt heavier around your waist. You were on your belly, hugging your teddy bear, still sucking on your relaxing pacifier.

“Good morning” “Good morning sexy” You heard voices from your recent master bedroom. Where you used to sleep on a king-size bed and have grown-up sex. But they moved you, like a kid, to this babyish room, a nursery. Now they slept in the master bedroom, and you were not. You were the master of this house, and then you were not.

Your belly began to ache, you needed to go number two in your diaper soon.

“Do you want to go check on the baby?” “No need, if he’ll need us we’ll hear the baby monitor. Now turn to your back, fuck you are so sexy.” The voices and bed noises came from across the hall.

You also turned to lay on your back, still holding your bear, still sucking your pacifier. Your bowels were starting to rumble.

“Legs up!” A deep sexy voice came from the grown-ups.

You also raised your knees towards the chest, knowing the best babyish position to let it go in your diaper.

A grunting noise came from the baby monitor. “Don’t worry about him, he must be just pooping his diaper, ignore the big baby”

You grunted in your crib, making noises. They moaned in the master bedroom, making noises.

You pushed. They pushed. You sucked. They sucked. You hugged your teddy bear. They held each other. You made your final effort and pooped your diaper. They made their final efforts and had incredible orgasms. You were sticky. They were sticky.

Your natural baby instincts made you cry for a change behind your pacifier. You were heard from the baby monitor.

“Let him cry for a bit, he has to learn we won’t run to every cry, or he’ll be such a needy baby”

turn up the volume to witness one of the biggest diaper explosions I’ve ever produced 🔥 💩 🔥 … then enjoy the fun of sitting down and imagine your face being squished under this heavy load 😉😋😁