Diapers and slobs?

With some sex?

Opening the door to my slobby boyfriend's house, I knew in the back of my mind that he wouldn't get up to answer the door. He was too lazy. I locked the door behind me, although it was unlocked at first. I'll have to remember to unlock it on the way out for his own sake. The smell hit me immediately, like nothing you'd ever smelled before. It was nothing at all like death, but it had a similar unpleasantness. Rather, it was stagnant life, which was exactly what I had fallen for. I knew where he was, as he rarely left his room. I made my way over to it, wading through wrappers and pizza boxes on my way over. There he sat, a 350+ pound monstrosity - I haven't weighed him in a few months, because he rarely gets up for anything but the most necessary of tasks. As we made eye contact, he broke into a dumb grin, his eyes filled with love. I can only assume mine were too.

"Hey there again hon, where've ya been?
"Oh, the usual, and you?"
"Heh, here and there, but only so. C'mere and give papa a kiss."

The smell intensified as I got closer to him. He obviously hadn't changed - Not like he'd ever changed his own diapers, really - since I last put a fresh one on him a day or two ago. It turned me the fuck on. I walked a little faster towards him, paying little heed to the bags of chips and styrofoam takeout containers my feet carelessly crushed. He lifted his flabby arms to hug me as I did the same, and I kissed those fat lips in those fat cheeks deeply, making out with him passionately. He belched rudely immediately after breaking it, causing my hair to rustle a bit. He looked down to his overused diaper, and I knew what he wanted. Giving him a sly wink, I got down and got to work. I had to push his belly up and keep it up with my head while separating his thighs with a paw to find his diaper, overly used by now but almost leaking. I'll definitely change him tonight. Pulling down the diaper revealed his already hard cock. Licking my lips, I slowly enveloped them around his member and got to work.

Baby powder and beefy jocks.

Tyler felt the bottle of baby powder in his backpack. He knew Brandon would get him back for this, but he didn't care, he already wanted to get back for the teasing he got last week in gym class. As he walked into the lunchroom, there Brandon sat. One of the many stars on the football team the bull sat there nursing his double, or perhaps triple now that he got closer, serving of overcooked sauce-slathered steak. The conversation around them was a light buzz full of words no one could make out. Tyler chose a relatively empty table and decided to act then and there. He took the powder out, twisted the cap to open it, and made a silent dash for Brandon's table. Being a cat really did help with making no noise. Finally, he pulled open the back of Brandon's pants and poured a few shakes of powder down it before catching something with his eye right as the bull began to turn around. In that split second he saw a diaper. A thick one. Cats have fine eyes, and Tyler knew what he saw as he dashed madly from the table, easily the more agile of the two. Brandon just sat there, looking at him.

Why wasn't the bull chasing him? He had already thought how it was going to go down: He gets the baby powder down Brandon's pants, who then chases him all around campus until finally some authority figure catches them, and Tyler gets some low level disciplinary action that's never recorded or written down. But there the bull sat. Tyler stopped. Did he catch a hint of red on his cheeks? He resealed the baby powder, put it in his backback, and got up uneasily to get his food, his tail swaying side to side for balance in case he had to make an immediate run for it, but nothing happened. He sat down to his table and ate, and left, still trying to figure out what had just happened. Right as he exited the door, his phone buzzed. It was from an unknown number, but he knew Brandon had found his number somehow. It said "Hey...."

Aww, now that's rather cute! Thank you good sir!

Messy diapers and sex with humping.

The craigslist ad was very clear. He had left his door unlocked, with baby wipes and lube on the coffee table. He had no clue how many visitors he was going to get, but he was rather comfortable bent over the couch, blindfolded and ear plugged. His messy diaper shifted with every movement he made, reminding him of the two dumps he had deposited in it earlier. The throbbing boner in his wet padded crotch reminded him of how badly he wanted this. Several minutes passed before he thought he heard his door open. These suspicions were conformed when he felt his messy diaper butt being played with... He didn't hear what words were said, but he imagined them to be very humiliating. Slowly he felt the seat of his diaper slide down, and he was wiped clean. He knew it was coming. He felt a cock tip breach his sensitive tailhole. This was going to be a fun five hours, with the first of many anonymous visitors pounding him silly.

Awesome!

Forced diaper messing

Stanley sat at his desk, or rather, off to the side of the massive desk that stretched almost all the way across the room. He scribbled down another important fact about post-civil war political parties, letting out a small yawn. The sun had finally risen enough to shine away from his eyes, letting him attend his class in peace. He put a star a term the professor just said would definitely be on the test. The calm rabbit shifted his position to get more comfortable, the bulk beneath him and between his legs reminding him of the thick adult diaper he had on. He had worn them for the past few days at the coercion of his rather dominant boyfriend.

His phone buzzed. It was from said boyfriend, who really shouldn't have been up yet. His day off was today and he always made a point of sleeping in. It read: "You forgot to feed the cat this morning." Oh god, he was right. His mind filled in the rest of the story as his ears burned red. The cat must have jumped up on him and woken him up early...

He quickly texted back "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I'll remember next time." It did little to help, as not a paragraph of notes later he got back the damning text. "It's okay, I'll get you back."

Right after reading it, Stanley felt his bowels start to move. Panic filled him as he felt things beyond his control happening to him. "What the fuck? Stop! Please! I didn't even bring a change!"

The response back was quick and concise. "About home from the pet store, we were out of cat food. I'll read your text when I get home." They both knew what was happening... Slowly Stanley's anal ring expanded, and he began the process of unwillingly filling his diaper mid-lecture. He bit his lower lip, fighting the redness of humiliation as he messed his diaper in broad daylight. He knew his boyfriend, and he knew he'd be in for an even worse time if he dared not to come home wearing it. He knew he was stuck that way, and he kind of liked it.

Great story. Thanks.

Ratchet and loading his diapers ^_-

Ratchet stirred under his covers, finally awake. His morning wood pressed painfully against the soaked diaper he wore - He had been in them for at least two weeks, he had lost count of exactly how long. He rubbed his manhood through the soaked padding, moaning. Their waste disposal chute had been broken, and they've had to wear the old absorbent briefs reserved for low power conditions since then. Ratchet would never admit it to anyone, but he had begun to enjoy them, even calling them diapers around clank, the term he had come to prefer. Clank had slowly caught on, as much as a robot can.

Still a creature of habit, he headed over to the door to the toileting room, once again groggily surprised that that unit wasn't powered on. Then he remembered, and a lewd grin spread across his face as he squatted and began to use his diapers instead, filling them with his own special mess. He'd change later. He loved the feeling of pushing it out, the feeling of the diaper tightening around the rest of him to accommodate and make room for the new mass at his rear end. After grunting it out, he stood up and walked out to the main bridge in only his diaper and pajama shirt. Clank buzzed awake, not that robots like him had to sleep - He was just inactive.

"Good morning, Ratchet."

"Morning, Clank. What's on the schedule for today?"

"Well, since we finally happen to be near a planet with a shipbuilding station and you're almost out of diapers, I think we should finally see about getting the waste disposal unit repaired. Second on the list, is-" Ratchet interrupted him with a cough.

"I think that, like the last few times, there are, uh, more important tasks that need to be accomplished first," Ratchet said. The exact same excuse as before

Clank tilted his head, confused, but seemed to accept the reason. "Okay then, I'll simply push it to tomorrow. We have nothing immediately important to do then. Is that acceptable?"

Ratchet took a breath, gaining his confidence. "Actually, let's indefinitely suspend getting waste disposal repaired. Instead, prioritize getting some more diapers.

"Are you sure, Ratchet?" Clank's unsure, robotic false voice uttered.

Ratchet hesitated, thought a bit, and responded.

"Yeah, I am. Let's get a lot of them."

(I haven't played the games, so I hope this is good enough! Though from what I've researched about it, I think I want to now)

Ooooooh this is perfect dude^^
thank you ^_^
(and yeah, they are fun games. Platformers with heavy shooter elements, written by the one of 'The Tick' writers).

Aww, thanks! I'm glad you think so! It was especially fun to write and I admit I enjoyed the concept a lil more than I usually do...

Cum-chugging messy-diaper boys!

"Gimme another one of your 'special' white russians, man!" Called Ethan, his voice having the almost imperceptible slur of someone tipsy and comfortable. The barkeep nodded and turned to the back, crafting the cocktail, only instead of dumping cream into the cup, another white liquid was dispensed from a barrel appropriately labelled "Horse Semen." Ethan grinned and adjusted his bonnet, feeling the breeze on his bare legs and torso as the door to the bar opened yet again. He lifted an ass cheek and let out another log into his already used diaper, mushing it immediately underneath him when he sat all the way back down. He was attempting also to discreetly hump the front of his pampers, his tent needy.

"Here ya go, sir." The bartender cried back as he slid the drink over to Ethan, who happily took a gulp. He grinned and his cock throbbed at the naughtiness of the whole situation - He'd never even had his diaper exposed anywhere but home, but here this bar was; they even gave him a free drink for doing it. He finished his drink and put the pacifier back into his mouth. His paw rubbing his tented diaperfront, he was about to order another one when someone sat down next to him, a tall donkey, clad similarly in just his thick, clean diaper.

"Hey there, baby boy." he said. "You look like you could use a change."

Can I live at this bar please

please

Chubby bladder desperation in public? :)

Trying desperately to focus on the task at hand, Xander nearly ran from aisle to aisle, filling up his shopping cart. Sweat formed beneath his chubby belly and beneath his armpits, this much exercise foreign to the chubby canine. The grocery list was long, he had to pee (really badly), his pants were locked on with the zipper stuck, and the key was at his house, cruelly held by his dominant for a transgression earlier that day. He was starting to feel his steps in his bladder as he neared the end of the list. His discomfort grew and grew as he shopped, until it became unbearable. Doing his own little potty dance, he bit his lip as he approached the checkout. Thank god, an empty line! His panting quickened - Maybe he'll make it home, but he knew that was unlikely. He was in agony as he put the last item on the conveyor belt, the unknowing cashier scanning his items. Maybe if he just let out a little bit, his pants would stain but he'd be otherwise unnoticed...

Big mistake.

Fucking awesome. Thanks, Zephyrlot!

As ever, your prose exemplifies the very zenith of lexical eroticism ;)

forced gagged public diaper humiliation?

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Farting real-life hairy butts.

Caught stealing used diapers...

Because my master said so.....

Bulging leather pants!

messy diapers with gay sex

Long road trip and no stops

Phallus shaped vegetable abuse pirates

(God help you with all these requests, buuuut... X3) Chrysalis, piggish, blob.

Lock, hypnosis, prank, romance!

Slobs and forced diaper messing

Messy diapers and very musky undies. ( Am I too late..)

Shitting in a happy mouth.

Gas blimping, poopy diaper, facesitting. facesitting is TOTALLY one word.