Poor health and diapers – Satuki_rabbit

Aww looks like someone is sick here :( Maybe he should go for some thicker diaper during the time he is sick. The diaper he is wearing now seems to have start leaking pretty bad :(

Its no fun to be dealing whit a leaking diaper and it is even worse when you dont feel so god and only wont to go back to bed and resting. I hope he have someone that can help him deal whit this kind of blushing situation.

Tricked into Diapers Chapters 9, 10 and 11

This story is written by tammie2


Tom sighed deeply as he entered Nancy’s house through the back door. The shorts Sherry had put on him did little to hide the bulk of his diapers and his shameful underthings peeked out from the leg holes. The pink maternity t-shirt draped over him like a dress. He was glad no one saw him as he sat down on the couch.
“Get off of there!” Nancy yelled. “Babies do not sit on the furniture. This is your last warning. Now crawl upstairs to your room for your nap.”
Tom did as he was told. Nancy was right behind him and leaned over him to push the bedroom door open. Tom stopped, thunderstruck. Instead of the plain, adult bedroom he had left that morning, he was looking at a baby’s nursery! From his perspective on the floor, everything looked large, but slowly he realized that all of the furniture was large. It was all baby furniture, scaled for an adult. Closest to him by the door was a huge wooden crib, complete with waterproof mattress and pink sheets. A mobile hung from one of the rails, dangling over the crib. In the far corner by the window stood a changing table, its shelves fully stocked with diapers, panties and assorted wipes, powders and creams. Two dressers, drawers partly opened, revealed booties, sun dresses and footed sleepers. The wallpaper had been changed from a drab green to a bright yellow with light pink and blue trim, and was adorned with dancing baby animals. The curtains were a matching pink with ruffles on the fringe. A potty chair sat alone in one corner. Tom was too astonished to move.
“As you can see, we’ve made a few changes to reflect your new status. Isn’t it cute?” Nancy asked enthusiastically. “I think you’ll like it here. Come on, up into your crib, Tommy.”
Tom reluctantly obeyed. He crawled onto the crib mattress and winced when he felt the rubber sheet underneath. He watched Nancy as she lifted the side rail up and turned on the mobile. The sweet melody of “Rock a Bye Baby” filled Tom’s ears. As Nancy left, Tom realized how exhausted he was. The strain of the morning over came him as he drifted into a restless sleep.


“I don’t believe it; if I didn’t see it, I just wouldn’t believe it.”
Tom opened his eyes groggily. It took him a moment to remember where he was, and his eyes slowly focused on the speaker standing by his crib. He gave a start. It was Lisa! His voice got excited as he saw her beautiful brown eyes looking at him and her ample chest hovering above him.
“Lisa, thank goodness you’re here. You’ve got to help me out of this. Your mom has gone absolutely nuts.” Tom quickly explained how he was set up and had to go along until he could destroy all of the pictures of his baby state, and he implored Lisa to help him find them. He carefully left out any reference to his earlier accidents.
“Yeah, ok,” she replied with a smile. “Looks like you’re not in a position to do much about it yourself. Besides, I’d feel like I was robbing the cradle if I had to undo diapers just to get a little lovin’.” As she spoke, Lisa playfully grabbed Tom’s crotch and gave it a squeeze. Tom froze as he saw her expression change to one of absolute horror. She withdrew her hand slowly, looking first at it and then at Tom with sheer disbelief.
“Oh my God,” she screamed. “You’re wet! I thought Mom was telling stories, but you do need to wear diapers! A man your age not only takes naps but goes to the bathroom in his pants. Gross!” Lisa ran from the room. Tom could hear the water go on in the bathroom.
He cautiously, unbelievingly moved his hand down to his crotch. He gave it a light squeeze and felt the diaper squish in his hand. He was not only wet, he had soaked through his diapers. A quick glance at his bed revealed that the sheet had a wide, wet circle beneath where he was lying. Tom laid back, his head spinning. He didn’t remember even having to go to the bathroom, much less wetting. It was all so confusing…
Moments later, Nancy entered the room. “You made quite an impression on Lisa, little baby. I see you also left your mark on your sheets. Next time we’ll add more didies and some rubber panties. For now, let’s get you changed and into some dry things and then go downstairs for your bottle. Lisa’s warming it up.”
Tom sighed, defeated. He offered no resistance as he was led to the changing table. Nancy hummed to herself as she wiped his genitals and bottom, dropping the heavy yellowed diapers into a large diaper pail. The powder, the oil, it was all too much. He was lost in an infantile world with no way out.


Three days passed and Tom still had no ideas on how to get out of his predicament. The one time he protested his diapering, he was left in dirty diapers for half a day. The resultant rash and memory of Lisa’s comments about “little Mr. Stinky Pants” made him reluctant to offer any more challenges. Worse, he found himself giving in a little more each day. He gobbled up the baby food fed to him from a plastic dish and willingly submitted to naps and long stints in the playpen Nancy had set up downstairs. His boredom even made playing with infant toys a welcome diversion, much to the delight of the ladies of the house. What concerned him most, however, was his growing apathy toward his toilet habits. At first he resisted going until the pain grew too great. Lately, though, he voided as soon as he felt the urge. That morning he had even found himself wetting long before he knew he had to go. His diapers were wet much more often, a fact Nancy gleefully noted and used as evidence that Tommie’s diapers were a necessity, not a punishment.
Tom sat in his playpen pondering his fate when he heard Nancy and Lisa arguing in the kitchen.
“It’s not fair, Mom, you knew I was going out tonight,”
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, young lady. I’ve got to go to this meeting and you know we can’t leave baby Tommie by himself. You’ll have to babysit and that’s final.”
Lisa was pouting as she entered the room. “You’re the reason!” she cried, pointing at Tom. “If it weren’t for you—.” Suddenly Lisa stopped. Her eyes lit up and she looked at Tom in a way that made him nervous before she bounded upstairs.
Tom sat still, worried. If only he knew what she was planning. As he sat lost in thought, Nancy came into the room, bent over the top of the playpen and put her hand inside the elastic of his yellow print panties. “Wet as usual,” she sighed. Tom looked at her, surprised. He didn’t even remember peeing.

This story is written by tammie2

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Tricked into Diapers Chapters 7

This story is written by tammie2


Tom woke up earlier than usual the next morning, his bladder painfully notifying him that a good pee was long overdue. Tom nervously slipped his hand inside his diaper, fearful of what he might find, and was relieved that it felt dry. Now, to get to the bathroom in a hurry. He laid back, unsnapping the duckie pins and throwing the diaper to the side. As he reached for his bathrobe, he jumped when he heard an angry voice behind him.
“Who said you could take that diaper off?” Nancy snapped, surprising herself at how strong she felt. “I told you to leave it on until I could check you. Now lay back down on the bed this minute.”
“But I really need to go,” Tom pleaded. “Look, the diaper is dry!” He was almost whining.
“You should have thought about your potty needs before you disobeyed my instructions. On the bed, now! As a reminder that you need to follow our agreement, we’ll put your diaper back on until after breakfast. Or would you rather have Lisa come in and check it now?”
Tom meekly laid down on the bed, defeated. Once again he had to endure the diaper being pulled up between his legs and the snaps of the pins. Fortunately, he thought, Nancy forgot the noisy plastic pants. He quickly covered himself with his bathrobe before she could rectify her mistake and then followed her downstairs.
Tom hesitated briefly when he saw Lisa already sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. Then he thought to himself, she won’t suspect a thing! Tom always came to breakfast in a bathrobe, and it covered the diaper completely. He relaxed and took his seat at the table.
It wasn’t long, however, before panic set in again. He had to pee badly. Lisa began glancing at him curiously as his face became more and more strained. I’ve got to do something, he thought, before she says something. Maybe if I let out just a little, not enough for Nancy to notice later, he could make it through breakfast undetected. He relaxed his bladder slightly and allowed a small trickle of pee to escape into his diaper. It felt so good he decided to release a little more. As he did so, his bladder let loose. Suddenly a great stream of warm urine gushed into his diaper. Tom couldn’t control it, and in a way didn’t try because the relief from the pain felt so good. Before long, however, he forced himself to stop, unsure of how wet he really was. Lisa was still in her paper; Nancy was scrambling eggs on the stove. Tom felt good that no one knew what had happened.
Nancy scraped eggs onto the plates and they began to eat. Lisa stopped soon, however, her fork halfway to her mouth, and scrunched up her nose.
“Mom, what did you put in these eggs? They smell funny.”
“Nothing, dear,” Nancy replied. “Same eggs as always.”
“Well, they smell bad to me. I’m not going to eat them. I’ll get something at school.”
Tom watched Lisa go nervously. It hadn’t occurred to him that the odor of his wet diapers would give him away. Nancy, though, didn’t seem to notice. She was even courteous to him this morning, twice refilling his glass of orange juice without his even asking for more. Tom decided to use her good mood as his chance to get upstairs, hide his soggy diaper, and change into his clothes. Getting caught without diapers wouldn’t be as bad as revealing that he’d actually used them.
Tom stood up to go, then stopped suddenly. Nancy’s face turned a deep red and took on an expression of anger and disbelief. Tom didn’t understand until he looked down at his crotch. A large wet spot circled the front of this bathrobe. The rear was even more wet and dripped onto the floor. On his chair was a glistening yellow pool. Tom couldn’t believe what he saw—he hadn’t wet that much, had he? He turned toward Nancy, trying to think of something to say, when she spoke first.
“Well, well, look at our big boy now,” she sneered. “Not only do you wet the bed, you can’t control yourself during the day! Turn around for a minute.”
Tom did so, unsure if he had any other option. Nancy pulled the backside of his bathrobe up, pulled the top of his diaper back and peered inside. “At least you didn’t poo-poo your pants, although I’m sure you must have that problem too. You are quite a sight. Eighteen years old, standing in my kitchen in sopping wet diapers, smelling like a two-year-old who hasn’t been changed in a week. What are we going to do with you?”
Tom wasn’t sure what to say, but knew he had to come up with some argument in his defense. Most of all, he wanted to get the confrontation over with so that he could get out of the diapers. Small trickles of pee had run down his legs and the bottom of the diaper pressed uncomfortably against his rear. As he shifted, his soggy crotch made an embarrassing squishing sound. Also, he realized, his wet bathrobe was visible through the kitchen window.
“I…I don’t know what happened,” he stammered. “Please believe me. This isn’t like me.” He could see that Nancy was unconvinced, and decided to give up all pretense of pride. “I’ll do whatever you say. Just please don’t tell anyone.”
“All right, here’s what we’ll do,” she replied. “I’m going over to Sherry’s house this morning—you’ll come with me. We’ll put you in a fresh diaper under your clothes, and we’d better use some plastic pants so that you don’t ruin her furniture in case of an accident. If you can stay clean and dry for three hours, without using the bathroom, it’ll show me that you do have some bladder and bowel control and we’ll confine your diaper wearing to nighttime. If my inspection of your diaper after that time shows that you wet yourself even slightly or, God forbid, soiled yourself, you’ll be in diapers around the clock. Is that clear?”
Tom nodded his assent. Three hours would be no problem and he would be out of nighttime diapers in a week by staying dry. No one other than Nancy would ever know. He was a tough guy, but smart enough to know how to cut his losses.
“OK, since you agree, let’s go upstairs and get you into a clean didie. The clock will begin as soon as you’re pinned in.” Nancy bit her lip as she followed her waddling victim upstairs. One more step, a crucial one, and it’s a cinch.
Nancy lowered the wet diaper off Tom’s loins and grabbed a warm washcloth. She was pleased to see that Tom still avoided looking at her during the change, which would make her task easier. “I’m going to clean you completely so that you can’t claim later that your diaper is wet from left-over pee,” she told Tom. As she spoke she pushed her washcloth-covered finger up Tom’s anus. He jumped from the unexpected penetration but said nothing. Good, Nancy thought, removing her finger. He was so distracted that he never felt the suppository enter him. Along with the powerful diuretic she put in his juice that morning, he didn’t have a chance. He wouldn’t last half of the three hours. Soon, very soon, he would be sitting at Sherry’s in a very wet, very dirty diaper.
As she finished pinning the diaper, Nancy looked at her watch. There was time to call the decorator before they left. She smiled as she reached for the plastic pants.

This story is written by tammie2

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It really wasn’t that bad of a leak – SckuffyPuppy

Giggle maybe you can convince your self of that ;) But your bed sure seems to have another story to tell ;) Maybe time to switch to some thicker diaper for night time :)

Kat struggle

Kat struggle
Kat was late for her diaper change, and that diaper cant hold it on anymore.

Draw and everything by ConejoBlanco

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29377777/

Poor Kat ir sure seems like she was very late for here diaper change :( she is sure standing there whit a big and growling spot of pee that is leaking from here diaper :(

She sure most have flood it allot to be able to make the diaper leak this match.

Mall n’ Stall

Mall n' Stallgibsonscratch bamboozled me in the store. He can laugh now but I will have my revenge soon enough.

Furrys in this drawing belongs to BetaBrothers and gibsonscratch

Draw by catmonkshiro

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29311333/

Yes this sure is one blushing embarrassing situation here. Standing here in the middle of the store whit a well used diaper that have start leaking to. To make things worse you even starting to notes that you start wetting your diaper even more.

This two furry sure is wearing soggy well used diaper and they should leave a trail behind them when they walk away from the diaper section.