Accident

An Embarrassing Situation

An Embarrassing SituationFortunately pacifiers help.

Furrys in this drawing belongs to tfbaxxter and DamianTheDolphin

Draw by arkham-insanity

Source: https://inkbunny.net/s/1866253

Aww poor fox looks like he have ended up whit a messy diaper during playtime :( That sure can be kind of embarrass special if you are not alone.

Good thing the pacifier can be there and give you some sort of comfort so you dont end up being a fuzzy fox in front of your friend.

But it sure seems like he dont mind that you have ended up whit a messy diaper :) Accident can happen and it is nothing to be blushing about :)

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Oops, Not Today

Oops, Not Today

She tried her best, but Aphrodite’s going to have to try to make it to the potty again tomorrow if she wants that sticker.

Order by darmon

Draw and above text by Blankie

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30939114/

Poor girl looks like its going to be a wet sticker on that potty training chart :(

It sure seems like she flooded the diaper pretty good this time or is it a bad diaper? It sure is leaking like crazy :(

Maybe she manage to reach her goal next time :) 

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Subliminal Baby Part 4

This story is written by Elfy

“Well, I don’t think there is anything physically wrong.” The doctor told the two people in front of him as he reviewed a clipboard full of notes.

It had been a long day for Ritchie. Not long after he had taken his diaper off following his unexpected fun that morning his mother had come in and told Ritchie that she had managed to arrange an appointment with the doctor but they had to leave right away.

Ritchie agreed that he needed to see a medical professional, the wetting was getting out of control, and he even agreed to put a diaper on before leaving. He was happily able to convince his mom that he could put the diaper on himself and she had left the room to let him do it. When she inspected his handiwork she declared it satisfactory and they hurried out to the car and off to see the doctor. Ritchie felt a strange amount of pride as he put on the diaper himself, he was just glad that his excitable private parts were hidden away underneath the padding.

They had been there all day as the doctor ran an exhaustive amount of tests. He had been starting to wonder if he was ever going to be called into the doctor’s office when his name flashed up on the board to let him know he could head to the room for his results.

“Nothing physically wrong? Then why is my son suddenly unable to keep his pants dry?” Karen asked feeling slightly annoyed that after many hours of testing there still wasn’t an answer.

Ritchie blushed as he had done most of the day, he had kept himself dry but so many different people, many of them pretty young nurses, had seen him in diaper. It was incredibly embarrassing. The light at the end of the tunnel was that at the end of all the tests at least they would have an answer to what was going on, now even that hope was disappearing.

“We did ultrasounds on the bladder, we did urine tests, blood tests, x-rays… We ran every test we can.” The doctor was also exasperated. He didn’t like not knowing what his patient’s problems were, he did have one more idea though.

Karen and Ritchie both looked crestfallen. They had hoped so much for an answer, they were both so sure on their way here that there was a pill or a procedure or something, anything, that would fix Ritchie’s problem.

“So after all this we are no better off than before we came here…” Ritchie moaned and whined. This whole thing was hopeless. What if he never stopped wetting himself?

“Not exactly.” The doctor said as he looked up from his clipboard, “We have ruled out physical problems as much as we can… But in the absence of physical problems it suggests something very different. It suggests perhaps something is going on emotionally.”

“I’m not crazy!” Ritchie blurted out.

“I agree.” The doctor calmly responded, “I think you’re having an emotional response to stress. An extreme response to the pressure of being the “man in charge” as it were. You were forced to grow up too quickly and subconsciously you are rebelling. I’m no psychiatrist but that’s my theory. From my notes I see your father left home and according to your mother you started stepping up and taking responsibilities. It could be that you are subconsciously rebelling.”

There was silence for a few minutes as everyone digested the new theory on this strange behaviour.

“Well… How do we fix it?” Karen asked.

“That’s the tricky question. I don’t believe there is a cure per se, I think this is something that you have to work through, your mind is trying to balance your childhood and your responsibilities. I think that eventually this will all pass.”

“Eventually?” Ritchie said exasperated by the doctor’s vague answers, “How long?”

“That’s really not something I can speculate on.” The doctor said as he adjusted his glasses, “A week? A month? Who knows, it may be much longer… The mind is a complex thing, who knows how it will respond to these things.”

“Will it keep getting worse?” Ritchie asked with a lump in his throat. He saw his mom put her face in her hands at the news that this was something they had to just ride out.

“Your guess is as good as mine. You have said it started off as just a night time thing, became a day time problem and you feel your control getting worse. This might just be the start…” The doctor continued, “It might be that things start getting better now, conversely this might be just the tip of the iceberg.”

“Thank you for your time.” Karen said shortly and she stood up which prompted Ritchie to stand as well. They promptly left the office in silence, both of them had a lot on their minds.

Steven had ample opportunity that day to go into Ritchie’s bedroom at will. He noticed when he entered that the room had started to get that distinctive smell of urine lingering in it. He smiled as he booted up the computer yet again. Steven loaded up the software in his now familiar way and adjusted the message it was delivering yet again.

“Whilst diapered you will feel like a toddler.”

This could be it. The final message he would implant in his brother’s brain. After this he would have no need to adjust the message. Ritchie would regress back to a baby-like state and Steven would finally be treated like the adult he was. His revenge would be complete!

As he left the room he started having a few doubts. Could he really do this? He had no idea if the messages he was implanting were permanent, would they ever wear off? This had all gone well past getting a little petty revenge and had now become an experiment on his brother.

He dismissed the worries and left the room. Steven couldn’t stop now, he had to finish what he had started and regress his brother to a toddler state. He took a great pleasure in embarrassing and humiliating Ritchie after the years that he had to endure. Steven stopped caring if the messages he implanted were permanent. He was finally being allowed responsibilities and privileges, if this came at the cost of his brother’s adulthood then so be it.

“Mom, pull over.” Ritchie said rather tensely.

Ritchie and his mother had been driving for ten minutes and were about halfway home from the doctor’s office. They had spent the journey mostly in silence after all the news at the office but had hit an unexpected traffic jam on the way home.

They were on a dual carriageway and in the outside lane, traffic had ground to a halt for reasons neither of them could see. It seemed the tailback stretched on for miles.

“I can’t pull over, sweetie.” Karen responded as she leaned her head against the window, “There is too much traffic and we are stuck in the outside lane.”

“I really need to get to a bathroom.” Ritchie bit his lip as he felt a very sudden need to get to a toilet growing in intensity.

“Just use your diaper, honey.” Karen said in an exasperated voice, “I can change you when we get home.”

“Mom!” Ritchie whined, “I don’t want to just use my diaper! Besides… I need to go number two…”

“Oh.” Karen said suddenly more attentive to the situation, “Can you hold it? This traffic should clear up soon. We aren’t far from home.”

“I… I can try.” Ritchie said. He hadn’t had a messy accident since he was a baby and the idea of having one here and now was abhorrent to him. He wished he could be confident of making it home but after everything that had happened in the last few days, he just couldn’t be sure.

Both people in the car were suddenly a little more on edge. They were both praying that the traffic would clear up but apart from rolling forward a few metres every few minutes they were at a standstill.

The pressure deep in Ritchie’s gut was building and every minute seemed to make him more uncomfortable. He held his gut and bent forward slightly as he tried to find a position that would make him more comfortable. He was acutely aware of his mother watching him from the corner of her eye. He was desperate, after everything the doctor had said, to not let himself use his diaper. He had to fight it off.

Out of the blue he suddenly received a text. Welcoming the distraction, he picked up his phone to see Linda’s name.

“Hey Baby. Sorry I haven’t spoken in a while, been busy. Want to meet up tomorrow at the park? I’ll be there about 1pm, hope to see you xxx”

Ritchie had conflicting emotions as he really wanted to see the girlfriend he had been missing, but it sounded like she had no idea of the problems Ritchie had encountered over the last few days. Would she still want to be with him in his diapered state?

Another painful cramp suddenly shoved Linda out of Ritchie’s mind as he winced and felt sweat forming on his brow. Still the car wasn’t moving and by now it felt like any movement would cause Ritchie’s tenuous control to fail.

Ritchie tried to let out a small fart to release some of the pressure, it was a fatal mistake. As soon as Ritchie relaxed slightly to release the gas he felt semi-solid mush pour out of his backside. He tried to clench his muscles again but it was too late and he felt the diaper filling behind him. He lifted off his seat slightly to give more room as he continued helplessly filling his diaper. He tried to not make it obvious what was happening as he felt the soft and warm mush spreading to fill every inch of space it could find.

Ritchie’s eyes watered and his face went red from utter humiliation, he sniffed and tried to blink away the tears in the small hope that maybe it wouldn’t be too noticeable or bad.

Finally, as he felt the last of his bowels contents leave him his bladder emptied itself all over the front of the diaper. Ritchie didn’t even try to stop himself from wetting his thoroughly used diaper.

It didn’t take long for the smell to start permeating the car. Ritchie tried to ignore it but after just a few seconds his mother turned to look at him with a strange look on her face.

“Did you just…” Karen began.

“No… I, erm, I just farted. Letting some pressure out.” Ritchie knew his excuse was feeble as he sat in the rapidly cooling contents of his diaper.

“It doesn’t smell like just a fart.” Karen said wrinkling her nose.

She reached down with her hand and after commanding Ritchie to lift up in his seat slightly she pressed and patted the diaper. Karen immediately felt the bulging mass which now sat in Ritchie’s diaper.

“Oh, Ritchie…” Karen said with a mixture of exasperation and pity. Karen opened all of the windows in the car and faced forwards again with her nose wrinkled. There was no denying that the awful smell was extremely noticeable, they both needed the traffic to start moving so they could get out of this confined space.

Ritchie couldn’t respond to his mother’s disappointed voice, he just started sobbing and held his hands up to his red face. Almost as soon as Karen started facing forwards the traffic finally began to move again, if only Ritchie had been able to hold on for a little longer.

By the time they got home the car reeked of Ritchie’s messy diaper. Karen stepped out of the car and quickly walked around to open the door for Ritchie. He sat out and felt the horrid diaper sticking to his skin making him wince. He walked into the house behind his mom in a wide-legged waddle, any parents of toddlers would recognise that waddle as the waddle of a child who had filled their pants.

Every step caused his poopy diaper to shift and make things even more uncomfortable, Ritchie still quietly sobbed as he followed his mom upstairs.

Ritchie headed straight for his bedroom. As he and Karen walked past Steven’s door Stephen looked curiously at the odd walk that Ritchie had as he slowly sidled past. It was only after Ritchie had passed the door that the smell hit Steven. Steven’s eyes opened wide in shock as he realised that his brother had messed himself without any prompting. Steven ran to his doorway and peered out at his older brother as he waddled into his bedroom leaving a trail of bad smell. Steven ducked back into his room so that his laughter wouldn’t be heard by his infantile older brother.

Karen laid Ritchie down on his bed on a towel she had quickly grabbed from the bathroom. She started taking the tapes of the diaper and as she lowered the front the sheer scale of Ritchie’s accident took her aback. The smell got even worse.

“We are going to need to get you a changing table.” Karen said as she began trying to wipe her adult son clean. Her voice was strained as the awful smell caused her eyes to water.

Ritchie just laid still and let her mom get on with it. There was nothing he could say or do so he just closed his eyes and wished for it to be over. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him, he couldn’t believe the doctor said there was nothing that could be done, that they just had to let it run its course. It had got this bad in such a short amount of time, just how bad would this get?

To make matters worse. Ritchie found himself getting hard again. He prayed for it to not happen but as his diaper was changed he found himself getting more and more excited even if the sticky poop that still covered a lot of his crotch disgusted him. Ritchie’s mom didn’t say anything about it, she just did her best to clean her son without making this anymore awkward than it already was.

Eventually, after a lot of wipes were used, Karen stated that Ritchie was clean. She got out a new diaper and placed it under her son. They quickly encountered an issue though where Ritchie’s excited state made it very difficult to tape the diaper closed.

“I’ll let you sort this out…” Racheal backed away towards the exit of the room, “Just, erm, tape it tightly, OK?”

Ritchie nodded and Karen left the room, taking the messy diaper with her. Ritchie couldn’t get his erection to go away, every movement made his diaper crinkle and only served to keep him excited. Eventually, Ritchie realised that the only way to get rid of his hardness would be to masturbate. He wasn’t really in the mood but he needed to get himself to calm down one way or the other, fortunately his mother had left a lot of wipes in the room.

He began to stroke himself but struggled to really get into what he was doing. He searched his memory for some exciting imagery to help him along. For some reason his brain kept picturing his diapers, his messy diaper in particular. He tried to focus on Linda or other sexy imagery but he found himself going back to the diapers every time. Eventually he gave up resisting and as he recalled himself messing his diaper again he found it enough to push him over the edge.

Feeling ashamed for pleasuring himself to that imagery he quickly wiped himself clean and taped the new diaper closed over him.

Desperate to forget the horrors of the day he put his trousers back on and headed over to his computer to play his games. The escapism was just what he needed to forget his increasingly distressing real life.

Ritchie was getting increasingly depressed. His situation seemed to be deteriorating and even his video games were starting to fail him. He found that his hand-eye coordination seemed worse and he grew increasingly frustrated that he wasn’t able to compete with his opponents like he knew he could. The longer he played the harder the game seemed to be get.

It was after a particularly embarrassing misplay that Ritchie slammed the desk in frustration. As he did so he felt his bladder release and with no control he soaked his diaper, Ritchie was shocked at how readily and how suddenly his bladder was prepared to let go these days. Tentatively, he tried to clench his bladder muscles and stop himself from pissing like a baby. It was with little surprise but with a lot of regret that he realised he couldn’t even slow the flow down.

Once the diaper had been thoroughly soaked Ritchie began thinking it would probably need changing. Ritchie belatedly realised that he must have already been wet as this accident had left his padding swollen to the limit. He didn’t remember any other accident so he must have wet without even noticing, a very scary prospect.

This story is written by Elfy

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Chapter 3

Chapter 5

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Subliminal Baby Part 3

This story is written by Elfy

“What on Earth happened?” Karen said as she walked into Ritchie’s room.

Steven and his mom had driven home as soon as possible. As soon as they pulled into the drive Karen had hurried straight up to Ritchie’s room and Steven followed behind her. He pretended to walk into his bedroom but instead creeped up to his brother’s door and pushed his ear against it to hear what was going on.

“I was just playing… It was just like every other game…” Steven could hear Ritchie taking big shuddering breaths in between words, it was clear he was still crying, “And… And… I wet myself.”

They talked for a little longer with Steven eavesdropping on the whole conversation. Ritchie talked about how he had no control, how he didn’t know what was about to happen and about how scared he was.

“Do… Do you think Linda saw what happened?” He asked haltingly, his face going red.

“Honey, everyone saw what happened. If your girlfriend was in the crowd, then she must have seen it.” Karen said gently. This made Ritchie moan loudly followed by the sound of his desk being hit.

When Steven heard his mom say she was heading to the shop and she was going to bring home some heavier protection, Steven knew it was time to scurry back to his own room. Events had escalated almost beyond Steven’s control. He hadn’t expected things to go this far but Steven couldn’t stop himself from wanting to push it further. He was astounded that the subliminal messages were having such a profound effect, now more than ever he wondered how far he could push it.

Steven saw Ritchie walk past his door and head downstairs. Taking a huge risk Steven quickly ran into his brother’s bedroom. The computer was already logged in and Steven quickly found the folder containing the subliminal files. He deleted the message that was already there, hopefully fully implanted permanently, and changed it to a new message.

“Wearing diapers will sexually excite you.”

Steven typed the new message and quickly left the room whilst giggling to himself. Hearing his brother on the stairs he darted into the bathroom and pretended to be using the toilet, he did this because he knew Ritchie would be suspicious if he was around his room for another reason. Steven smiled to himself as he considered the irony of pretending to use the toilet as his brother headed into his room with ever decreasing toilet control.

As Steven walked back past Ritchie’s bedroom on the way back to his own room he saw his brother was already playing his game. The new message already being flashed imperceptibly and absorbed by Ritchie’s brain.

“Go away!” Ritchie yelled when he saw Stephen looking in. Stephen flashed a large toothy smile and sauntered back to his room.

Dinner that night was another quiet affair. Steven was pleasantly surprised that since Ritchie had become so withdrawn that his mom now spent more time talking to him. He didn’t know if it was a conscious decision or not but Steven noticed his mom had started treating him like a much more respectable adult recently.

“I bought you some proper diapers today, Ritchie.” Karen said offhandedly as they were eating. Steven, who hadn’t been expecting such a comment almost choked on the food he was chewing!

“MOM!” Ritchie shouted as he turned red and looked at his brother pointedly as if to say not to talk about it in front of Steven.

“Relax Ritchie. Everyone saw you wet yourself at the game earlier, it’s OK, nothing to be ashamed about.” The boy’s mom said, “There is nothing wrong with getting a little help.”

“I don’t need diapers…” Ritchie almost whispered. He sniffed loudly and looked down at his plate. Ritchie wondered whether he was ever going to be able to show his face around the football club again, he had humiliated himself so badly in front of everyone he knew. He still hadn’t got a text from Linda, he didn’t even know if she was at the match but she wasn’t normally this quiet for this long.

“Looked like you could have used them earlier.” Steven muttered to his brother.

Ritchie stood up suddenly with a face red from the accusation, even if it was true it was certainly not something he wanted to hear over dinner.

“Sit down and finish your dinner Ritchie.” Karen said warningly.

“But he-” Ritchie started before he was cut off.

“Sit.” Karen said.

Ritchie did as he was told and sat back down and started eating again. Steven could see his brother was blinking back tears and his face was still red.

Steven found it very cathartic to be on the other end of the taunting for once. He just wondered how far he could push things, as they ate their dinners silence fell over the table again. All three of them ate quietly for a few minutes before some food that Ritchie had on his fork suddenly fell off and rolled down his shirt.

“Do you need a bib as well?” Steven said in a quiet voice that only his brother, who was sitting next to him, could hear.

Ritchie, with emotions that were all over the place and always threatening to erupt recently, jumped to his feet again. This time he grabbed Steven by the collar of his shirt.

“Ritchie. What do you think you are doing!?” Karen had stood up too.

“He is taunting me.” Ritchie whined with a red face and a voice that suggested he was trying to hold back the tears.

Karen reached around the table and grabbed her oldest son’s wrist. She pulled with strength that it didn’t look like she had and forced Ritchie to stand in front of her.

Steven, who was now free after his brother was pulled away, stared open mouthed as he watched a scene that seemed so familiar to him. Last time he had been an unwilling participant, now it seemed he would be an interested observer.

“Mom don’t… please!” Ritchie cried as his mother pulled him down over her lap.

Without a word the boy’s mother began spanking Ritchie repeatedly. The sound of her hand hitting Ritchie’s pants was the only sound in the room for a while as both the boys were too stunned to really respond in any appreciable manner.

Then the sobbing started. As the spanking continued, Ritchie started kicking out his legs and Steven could hear sobbing as his brother lost control of his emotions. He did his best to hide the satisfaction he was getting from this turnaround from a few days ago.

“You. Do. Not. Bully. Your. Brother.” Karen said. Each word was followed by another spank that seemed harder than the one before.

“Mom please… I… I… Oh no…” Ritchie moaned from his mother’s lap.

Steven couldn’t immediately see what was happening, all he saw was his mother slow down and suddenly stop spanking. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open.

“Are you…” Karen started saying, “Oh Ritchie, No!”

Ritchie scrambled off of his mother’s lap and with horrified eyes he looked down at a wet patch that covered the front of his trousers, a long streak of the wet patch extended to the floor where a small puddle already began to form. He reached down and grabbed his crotch as if he could stop anything that was happening and ran through the living room and headed upstairs.

Steven had to work hard to keep a straight face at what he just witnessed. But he did sense an opportunity.

“Don’t move mum. I’ll get a towel.” Stephen got up and headed to a cupboard in the kitchen. Returning with a towel he began wiping some of his brother’s urine that had ended up on the floor.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with him.” Karen said with a weariness that suggested she was at the end of her rope.

“Maybe he just doesn’t want to grow up.” Steven suggested. Steven felt like now was a good time to stir the pot a little bit.

“What do you mean?” Karen asked as she wiped herself with some paper towels that were nearby.

“Well, you have treated him like the man of the house since dad left.” Steven said as he stood up, a soaking wet towel in hand, “Maybe he is rebelling against it. Maybe it is subconscious… He can’t handle the responsibility and wants to be a kid again. He has certainly been acting like that.”

Steven watched as his mother stopped cleaning herself and looked into the middle distance. He could tell she was giving what he had said some serious thought.

That night Steven watched as, yet again, his mother walked along the landing and to his brother’s room. She was carrying another plastic bag in one hand and in the other hand was a large packet of adult diapers!

Steven snuck out to the landing and watched his mum walk into Ritchie’s room. Steven couldn’t watch this change as he heard the door slam shut and, rather disappointedly, he was forced to go back to his computer whilst all the excitement happened next door.

“Now Ritchie… After that little scene downstairs I don’t want you arguing with me, OK?” Karen said as she set her packages down next to Ritchie’s bed.

Ritchie nodded and looked at the floor, he had been playing his games but turned to his mother as soon as she came in. He felt defeated, wetting his pants like he had twice in one day. How could he deny that he needed heavier protection after his lack of control today.

“I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Ritchie said quietly as he walked over to his bed. The tears that never seemed far away these days threatened to overwhelm him again.

“It’s OK honey, we will take you to a doctor to get you checked up.” Karen said with a reassuring smile and a pat on the back, “But first we need to make sure you don’t leave puddles everywhere.”

Ritchie nodded meekly and laid down on the bed. He allowed his mother to remove his clothes and lay the diaper under him. He winced slightly as he lowered his butt on to the fluffy padding underneath him. After the spanking and the multiple wetting accidents Ritchie didn’t have the energy or mentality to resist, he just laid back and allowed his mother to diaper him like she did when he was a baby.

Ritchie felt a strange sensation as the front of the diaper was pulled up between his legs. To his horror he felt himself becoming excited and it was a relief when his mother covered up his crotch and taped the diaper closed. Ritchie was already embarrassed that his mother was diapering him at his age but getting an erection during the process was even worse, thankfully the diaper was closed before he had got significantly excited and his mom didn’t notice anything amiss.

When Karen left the room Ritchie examined his new underwear. He poked it a couple of times and heard a loud crinkling which caused him to wince again. Even when he rolled over to fall asleep every movement he made was accompanied by more crinkling. It would be impossible to forget about what he was wearing.

It took a long time for Ritchie to drift off that night. The diaper between his legs made it very uncomfortable for him and he woke several times through the night. It seemed like every movement he made caused him to either feel or hear his diaper and it would disturb his sleep every time.

When he finally woke up the next morning he did not feel rested in the slightest. The bed was dry again but this time Ritchie knew not to get excited and instead prodded his diaper. His heart sank, although he wasn’t surprised, as he felt the padding and realised it was soaked.

He started getting ready to pull the tapes off when he had a strange compulsion. His hand went back to the front of the diaper with the soft plastic over his crotch, it felt so smooth and nice. Ritchie moved his hand backwards and forwards slowly. Electricity shot through his body as the touching caused him to feel intense pleasure, his nerves seemed ultra-sensitive and it wasn’t long until he felt himself become very hard within his diaper.

His rational mind was telling him to stop, to remove the diaper and go about his day. His body was screaming to continue touching himself. The wet padding rubbing against him was overriding his brain. He became desperate for pleasure and soon the slow rubbing of the front of the diaper just wasn’t cutting it.

Ritchie looked around for some way to increase the sensations before he realised the pillows behind his head would be perfect. Ritchie sat up, now the crinkling was only increasing his feelings of pleasure rather than embarrassment. He positioned the pillows lengthways on the middle of the bed and straddled them.

Steven was sitting at his computer browsing the internet. He was bored but interested in what the day would bring. After quite a few of his fizzy drinks he felt the need to empty his bladder. He smiled to himself as he did a lot when he used the bathroom these days, his brother’s problems were always brought to the forefront of Steven’s mind at these times and it never failed to amuse him.

As he walked down the landing towards the bathroom he was stopped by a strange sound. As he passed his brother’s bedroom he heard a lot of crinkling.

Steven was unable to contain his curiosity and he carefully pushed the door open slightly, just enough to stick his head in. What Steven saw stunned him and made his eyes fly wide open.

Ritchie, naked except for his obviously soaked diaper, was on top of his pillows and quickly rubbing himself against them. Steven watched in fascination and amusement, he was very relieved that Ritchie was facing the other way and wouldn’t see Steven watching him.

Ritchie was humping his pillows like a man possessed. He was sweating and grunting and seemed to have no idea how loud his crinkling was and how he was being watched by his younger brother. Steven couldn’t pull himself away from the bizarre scene of passion in front of him, a scene that Steven knew he had caused with his subliminal messaging.

Ritchie started speeding up and grunting even louder as he grew closer to completion. His entire mind and body were consumed by the need to orgasm. He humped faster and pressed into the pillows harder.

With a loud moan and a grunt Ritchie thrusted himself forward and pushed himself over the edge. He twitched and jerked as he emptied himself into the front of his diaper.

Steven quickly ducked out of the room realising that Ritchie would soon notice if he stayed around. He headed to the bathroom and then back to his room, although the sights and sounds kept replaying in his mind, Steven was determined to not let anyone know what he had seen.

Ritchie slowly came down from his post climax high. He started feeling a lot of shame for what he had done, he didn’t know what had come over him and suddenly he wanted absolutely nothing to do with the diaper.

Tearing the tapes of the diaper Ritchie released himself from its wet and sticky confines. The surprisingly heavy diaper fell to the floor with a heavy thud and Ritchie, grimacing from the sight, cleaned himself up with some tissues and folded the diaper up. He promised himself that he would never do anything like that again, he was disgusted that he had allowed himself to do what he had just done in his diaper. He hated the diapers, the last thing he wanted to do was have fun in them.

This story is written by Elfy

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Chapter 2

Chapter 4

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Overconfidence Part 3

Overconfidence Part 3Poor Kiyo… acceptance is hard sometimes, especially when it comes to pooping your pants.

Furrys`s in this drawing belongs to GibsonScratch and Siraj

Above text by GibsonScratch

Draw by CatMonkShiro

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28781286/

Awww poor Kiyo looks like he was heading to the big boys potty to late :(

Good thing he was wearing a diaper so even if he ended up whit a accident now the diaper is there to handle that sort of things to :)

so maybe before he is heading downstairs again for some more video game time he should change that messy diaper. I sure think thats going to help  him feel allot better to be back to wear something clean and dry again :)

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Overconfidence Part 1

Overconfidence Part 1

Kiyo’s absolutely thrilled. For once, she’s not the first to have an accident! Unfortunately for her, Cerim knows her too well to admit defeat just yet…

I love how smug these two dorks look, especially Cerim. Definitely not the first time they’ve made a bet over who’ll need changing first. Definitely not the first time Kiyo’s announced a premature victory.

The little fluffy dork is GibsonScratch Kiyo. The big fluffy dork soaking his pamps belongs to Siraj

Above text by GibsonScratch

Draw by CatMonkShiro

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/25478840/

Giggle at lest they are wearing thick and good diapers :)

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Auntie Joan Part 8

This story is written by Les Lea

Auntie wanted me to try sleeping in the ‘other room’ with all the grown up stuff and sensible covers. This was her idea of ‘baby steps’ (I’m sure she used those words on purpose to get me to go along with it all) to feel able to identify with being fourteen. She wanted me to try not wetting during the day (although I was allowed to wear protection to sleep in), and get used, all over again, to wear ‘big boy’ underwear and to take a tinkle in a toilet. She didn’t want the kids at my new school to be able to torment me over something that I’d mastered many years ago but at that moment found a strange thing to contemplate… a diaper took care of those ‘where and when’ peeing-pressures.

However, auntie needed me to at least try and so I did.

For a few weeks prior to my return to teenage education I wore my briefs during the day and didn’t attend Rainbow quite so often. She wanted me to do what other kids my age did in their summer break and wander around the mall, go to the local pool, etc. etc. Sometimes we went together; sometimes I was on my own. I didn’t panic when alone but on a couple of occasions I saw a damp patch appear on my chinos shorts (when I went out I’d wear sensible length shorts as opposed to the short short style I preferred as a toddler)before I realised I needed to get to a bathroom. Still, I was doing what auntie asked and as a result felt slightly more confident (although confident isn’t exactly the correct word here) about the fast approaching first day of term.

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Even though at school in the UK I was surrounded by other boys my age and we were forced into taking part in sports and extra-curricular activities together, I somehow contrived to keep myself to myself. As I say, the teachers disapproved of my independence and as far as they were concerned team work and team spirit were at the heart of a good school and an ‘included’ set of students. This didn’t suit me. I fought in my own ‘loner-ish’ way to be myself and rejected the school’s mandatory ‘all for one’ philosophy.

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Now I was fourteen, and because auntie wanted me to be a happy teenager at my new school, we chatted more and more about my time in the UK. She listened politely whist I raged about how stupid it all was (and not just the uniform). However, I found as I explained to auntie the worst excesses of my schoolboy life that I had to admit I did learn a lot. My grades were high and despite everything I was a good student. The teachers were pretty good and were never condescending. If you had a problem or didn’t understand something, they took the time to discuss and eventually sort whatever it was out. I found it difficult to admit to the school’s positives so fell back to why I disliked the place so much.

I hated the crowned princes, the bastard children of Russian oligarchs, minor royals, foreign dignitary’s brattish kids, the privileged and the self-important… not once did I associate myself as being one of them.

It was only when auntie gently pointed out that because of my parent’s ‘political’ influence, their importance to the country and their desire for me to have the best education money could buy, is why I was there in the first place.

I have to say auntie’s grasp on my life was so much better than my own. She wasn’t saying I should be grateful, what she was saying was that the people I reviled were also there because of their family connections and influence, so at that level, we were no different.

We were having this discussion on a lovely sunny Sunday afternoon out in the garden; she in a very summery, flowery dress and me, enjoying the sun, naked apart from a pair of khaki cotton shorts (yes again influenced by Gordon and Colin’s photographs) and briefs. It’s a strange feeling when a point of view you’ve held as a plus point to your existence unravels and the folly of your behaviour becomes overwhelming.

This simple revelation made an impact. The idea I was actually no different from those other privileged pupils in the UK really hit home.
As always, auntie was mild in her reasoning, allowing me to come to my own conclusions in my own time. However, the shock that rippled through my body as I arrived at this mind-altering deduction was most dramatic. I filled my diaper, except I wasn’t wearing one so, I wet myself and at the same time broke down into the most dreadful lamentation.

I shuddered at my own foolishness; I’d been a stupid, self-absorbed kid all my life. Here I was thinking I was being self-sufficient, original, even a rebel but it was a lie. I hadn’t seen or taken advantage of any of the benefits I could have had. I’d been blind to opportunities, no wonder the teachers despaired at my attitude. I was a rebel without reason and cried for my wasted life, one that I now recognised I‘d imposed on myself. My parents weren’t the ones to blame; I’d made my life an awful experience through my own efforts.
I was in torment, what had I done? Panic gripped my body and tears flowed for quite some time.

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Auntie hugged and consoled me but such sudden uncontrolled emotions meant I was completely out of control. Since I’d been with auntie I hadn’t had to face up to anything even remotely ‘grown up’ until the psychiatrist (and look how that went). I’d eagerly become her ‘good little boy’ but this revelation was just too much. I’d blamed my parents for depriving me of a happy childhood but in fact, I manged to engineer that on my own. I was a teenage boy and I’d just discovered something about myself that not only shocked but had reduced me to a blubbering baby in wet pants. I may have enjoyed playing the ‘little boy’ but the truth was I really felt lost and more in need of an adult’s guidance than I’d ever done before.
She rocked me gently in her arms and patted my soggy bottom and hugged my naked chest to her sweetly warm perfumed breast.
Once my sobbing had died down and I began to think more clearly she let me out of her embrace and I sat at her feet as she stroked her fingers through my hair.
“I suppose I’m going to have to grow up.” I said as much to myself as I did to auntie.
Her fingers stopped their stroking for a brief second whilst she thought.

“You are grown up sweet-heart. We can’t deny that and certainly the education department won’t let you but, and this is the main thing about my sweet little Doddle…”
She’d been lovingly calling me that since I’d explained the nickname back in the UK. Although when she said it there was always a twinkle in her eye as well as love in her voice and it made me a simpering, shy kiddie who’d just wanted to please her.
Her hand began stroking my head again and I felt the tenderness in those finger tips.
“You are in school for around 35 hours a week, what you choose to do with the rest of the 133 hours is entirely up to you.”
No doubt she could feel my brain thinking through my skull.
“I like my little boy,” she ruffled my hair, “I like my big boy as well… so no matter which he wants to be, I think that’s who he should be.”
There was a certain wistfulness to her voice as she added.
“Despite how you now feel… and I’m sure confusion is pretty high on that list… you need that connection to the nursery. You may not need it all the time, or for much longer but…” and her voice faltered slightly, “you do need it.”
I let out a huge sigh because I knew auntie was correct.
Without her teaching me, in the most wonderful way, to appreciate people (and toddlers are people too), how to interact, how to have fun and take pleasure in that fun. How to be social and not antisocial, how to enjoy simple pleasures and re-evaluate in the simplest terms all that has gone before… I would have carried around a sack full of unwarranted hate and animosity for ever.
The new location, the diapers and without doubt the unconditional love meant she’d stripped me right back to help with a new start.
I looked down at my pants and saw the huge dark wet stain almost obliterating the dry khaki colour and really wished I’d worn a diaper. As if auntie really needed me to explain and point out my accident I indicated the soaked pants.
“I’m not sure being a ‘big boy’ is going to be a success.”
She shrugged her shoulder slightly.
“So, what would my sweet wet boy want to happen next?”
I was quite embarrassed that my emotions had led me to cause such a flow.
“I don’t think I’m quite ready to be a big boy… mmm… perhaps I should be your good little boy for a while longer?” I queried hopefully.
She smiled and held out her hand.
“Maybe I should make sure my sweet boy is well protected for the rest of the day at least.”

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We toddled off upstairs to the nursery where auntie stripped me out of my wet things. She held up my white CK trunks that looked positively yellow and shook her head. Meanwhile, I lay there happily sucking on my dummy as she cleaned up and slipped a particularly well stuffed, thick fabric diaper under my butt. She pinned it tightly into position before sliding a pair of crinkly clear plastic pants over the bulbous, though strangely comforting object. I was back to being what I wanted to be and wriggled in my own delight. All thoughts of school and my past mistakes fled at the same time as auntie took away the sodden khaki shorts and wet undies to be washed.
I wished my messy thoughts could be similarly dumped in a machine and come out all fresh and clean. Alas, I had to sort this out for myself and hope that I could maintain some kind of balance in future.
It was going to be a struggle on both our parts.

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I appreciated auntie knew best and that I wouldn’t be able to stay a kid for ever but I can’t tell you, now I’d realised my past mistakes, how scared I was of starting at a new school all over again. I lay in bed comfortable in my protection, my hand gently rubbing the slippery surface of my billowing plastic pants but my thoughts definitely on the future. With dummy in mouth and hugging my teddy bear I hoped I’d could come up with some kind of solution to all this. The problem I had – mentally, where I was at that moment made me extremely happy. I didn’t want to change but change I knew was necessary.

You’d think being a loner for all this time meant I would have no problem because having no friends wouldn’t bother me… except now things had changed. I would do anything for auntie. I had responsibilities, daft as that sounds, I had responsibilities not to make auntie’s life difficult. We’d already seen how complicated it could get if psychiatrists and the education department decided to become more involved. I needed to find something that would keep my younger and older selves happy, or if not happy, at least functioning at an acceptable level.

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Throughout the long school summer break auntie tried to get me to socialise with people my real age. There were a few 8th, 9th and 10th graders living nearby and she hoped that I might mix but they had seen me around and thought, because of the way I dressed, I was some kind of weirdo, so didn’t appear all that keen to have anything to do with me.
I have to say, this suited me fine but knew it shouldn’t, I had to make the effort for auntie.
The Rainbow Rooms Nursery stayed open for most of the lengthy summer school break and was packed with the young children of some very appreciative parents. I think, if they could, those fraught moms and dads would have loved to be able to dump their teenage kids there as well. I felt fortunate in being allowed to be part of this fun-loving, ego-less, noisy and un-patronising family of playful toddlers.
Auntie had a saying: “Those things you learn without joy you will easily forget.”
I had to admit, I’d learned a great deal from those kids.

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Meanwhile, there’d been an open day for new students to have a look around the High School and auntie and I were able to chat with the principal and some of the teachers who were there to placate any fears or reservations newcomers might have. Most of the new arrivals were kids younger than me but there were two other boys my age also relocating and starting 9th grade at this place. Auntie made sure I spoke to them so that I (and they) would have at least a couple of people we knew on that scary first day.

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Yoosuf was born three days after my birthday, came from Florida, although his grandparents were originally from Iran (left during the purge) and looked and acted like a little prince. His dark hair and huge dark eyes just drew you in and I would bet that he’d be pursued around campus by most of the girls his age. Just from the elegant way he looked I knew he must have come from a family with money but, if that was the case, why was he enrolling at the local High School and not at some private academy? No doubt all would be revealed over the coming term… then I thought of my own predicament and would I want to explain the death of my parents to anyone? I shivered at the thought that his story might be similar to my own.

There was nearly two months difference in mine and Oliver’s birthday and he was most definitely from a very poor background. His clothes were mismatched and old but he had a smile that would win him many friends. He was upbeat and positive about this new school and I found it quite endearing that he should go out of his way to make me feel included.

There was something about Oliver that I just couldn’t put my finger on. I felt an immediate rapport. He was both shy and yet confident. No, let me try that again. He looked shy. His long eyelashes, sandy blond hair and almost girlie features made him look like he needed the protection of others. However, when he spoke, and the way he acted, he was full of confidence about himself and his laugh was genuine and infectious. I liked him a lot.

Despite there being an obvious ‘class’ gap between him and Yoosuf, he wanted to be friends with everyone and his enthusiasm was irresistible. Yoosuf appeared as enamoured of Oliver as I was and it didn’t take too long before we were chatting about our favourite music and TV shows.

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The first day of school was looming and I’d spent the last few days preparing myself for this occasion. Despite auntie encouraging me to sleep in the ‘other room’ I didn’t feel confident of not having a wet night. She’d said I could wear protection to bed if that helped but I just felt happier if I slept in the nursery surrounded by my stuffed animals and changing table. I’d become accustomed to seeing my plastic pants and piles of diapers before I fell asleep and they made me feel safe. I tried not to pee during the night but that was proving difficult as I woke up every morning with a soaked diaper.

However, there was some improvement. I was using the toilet during the day with very few ‘accidents’, which, with help from a pull-up I wore under my briefs, soaked up any dribbles. I don’t think anyone could tell I was wearing any form of padding under my chinos so hoped that would solve at least part of that problem.
I did miss the morning ritual that auntie had developed of me being diapered and put into a slinky pair of shiny plastic pants. That first view in a morning of a pristine diaper swathed in slick vinyl always made me feel terrific and ready for the day. I tried to get that same ‘rush’ when I pulled up my pull-up but it just wasn’t there, nevertheless I was grateful for this helpful padding.
I had to start thinking as a fourteen year-old and not as a needy toddler but wasn’t sure if I could pull it off.

Regardless of auntie’s attempts to make that transition un-traumatic, that first day at school proved to be a disaster as I sat in the nurse’s office, in my soaked pants, waiting for her to come and get me.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Tattler

 Tattler

Okay, so I got a little TOO excited when playing games with my brother before bed. He didn’t have to rat me out like that the, the little snitch. I’ll get my revenge!

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This sure was not a nice thing of Islands brother to do. At lest he was already wearing his nighttime protection. Otherwise it should have been a wet spot on his bed.

But it sure get you wounder what type of revenges that he is going to come up whit now?

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