Story #22: Not Quite Ready
Jerry had just pooped his pants, right in the middle of the movie theater. Approaching teenhood, and here he sat with a diaper full of shame, like some toddler dropping a bomb in their Huggies.
He could feel it smoldering beneath his buttcheeks, like someone had dumped a bucket of warm coals down the back of his diaper. He could smell it too; pungent plumes that wafted off the back of his crinkly disposable like a noxious steam. He couldn't be sure that anyone else h...
2023-06-04 21:21:24 +0000 UTC
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I felt the warm, swollen material pressing tightly against me. When had that happened? Another soggy diaper to remind me that I was no longer in control of things; I should only feel fortunate that no fuming 'luggage' got left in the trunk as well.
Functionally, I was basically an oversized toddler: my mobility was stunted, my bladder and bowel control laughable, and my verbiage cut down to what was comparable with a two year old. To all outward appearances, I was an intellectually mutilated mo...
2023-06-04 21:20:06 +0000 UTC
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Story #14: Daycare Demotion
"Uh-oh! I think I smell an 'oopsie', is that you, diaper-butt?"
Colby grimaced at the infantile accusation; why must he suffer so? It was less being raked across the coals and more a matter of being dragged across the daycare floor. He shouldn't even be wearing a diaper! Let alone be the padded plaything of some little brat like Hailey!
He folded his arms and cocked his head off to the side. "..S'not me, prolly one of the stupid babies around here."
What he said ...
2023-05-31 19:03:17 +0000 UTC
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Story #20: Suspicions Warranted
The new kid at school is rarely all that interesting. Maybe they're from another state and have a funny accent, or some bizarre hobby. Lance wouldn't give most of these newcomers a second thought, instead just assimilating them into the background cast of his drab school day experience.
Kole was different. Kole had come into their classroom not too long ago, and aside his nervous energy, there was something more going on with him. He dressed a little funny for ...
2023-05-31 18:53:23 +0000 UTC
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Story #19: Photo Bomb
He'd already been waiting in line for what felt like forever, and at a certain point, the cramps in his belly had gone from silly pre-Santa jitters, to a full blown urgency to void his bowels. There was no getting out of line now though, because he knew that his older brother wouldn't allow for it.
Their mother had been quite insistent that he get his picture taken on Santa's lap, even though he'd whined and argued about how he was too big for such a thing. It would no do...
2023-05-31 18:52:30 +0000 UTC
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Story #18: Snow Pants, Know Failure
Franklin scooped snow into his hand, using the other one to pat the frigid slush and shape it into a ball. What a wonderful day this had turned out to be! Enough snow had fallen overnight to turn today into a bonafide snow day; that meant no school or homework, just fun out in the Winter wonderland.
That meant making snowmen, snow angels, snow forts, and most importantly, it meant snowball fights! And unlike most of the other kids out playing, Franklin had ...
2023-05-31 18:51:38 +0000 UTC
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Commissioned by someone who wanted a little sequel:
Story:
Scan Artist 2: Beyond the Pail:
Brennan's fall had been far more meteoric than his rise. Nobody knew the exact circumstances behind what had happened to him, and it wasn't exactly like he could tell anyone the truth of the matter. So a typical intellect, perceived as a prodigy via a lie, was now actually severely addled.
It was humiliating for sure, and it seemed to only get worse with each passing day. He'd been demoted to diaper...
2023-05-31 18:49:06 +0000 UTC
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Done for Story #16: A Scan Artist Punished
2023-05-31 18:47:06 +0000 UTC
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Life wasn't the easiest for a preteen sheet-soaker. It meant being at the high end of the 'natural lifecycle' of bedwetting, where most of your peers have already stopped and even plenty of kids younger than you have become dry morning superstars. It meant keeping a chart hung on your wall and a package of Goodnites always making it into your mother's cart at the grocery store.
Every morning and night would carry the same humiliating rituals. Putting on a glorified Pull-Up before bed and then h...
2023-01-17 08:51:52 +0000 UTC
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Brennan was a genius, a real child prodigy. At least, that was what people though. The truth was a little more complicated than that and more or less put him as a slick grifter. The little boy had a power that no one else knew about, and wouldn't have been able to understand anyways. He could project his mind out of his body and scan the minds of others, or even objects for that matter.
It was a form of telepathy, but one that could dig out information with much less effort and much more risk....
2023-01-17 08:49:05 +0000 UTC
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"It's not fair! Everyone's gonna make fun of me! We're not even staying overnight!"
"Watch your tone, young man. I don't want you to eat too much at dinner and fall asleep on the couch without one on. Nobody is going to know that you have it on."
Thanksgiving. For some a time to connect with family and enjoy a hearty meal, while for others a stress-inducing cross-section of expectations and a minefield of familial tensions. It acted as a grisly prelude to the more advanced holidays that wouldn...
2023-01-17 08:48:04 +0000 UTC
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"Uh-oh! I think I smell an 'oopsie', is that you, diaper-butt?"
Colby grimaced at the infantile accusation; why must he suffer so? It was less being raked across the coals and more a matter of being dragged across the daycare floor. He shouldn't even be wearing a diaper! Let alone be the padded plaything of some little brat like Hailey!
He folded his arms and cocked his head off to the side. "..S'not me, prolly one of the stupid babies around here."
What he said had some merit. The daycare w...
2023-01-17 08:47:10 +0000 UTC
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Story #13: Gilgamush
What was there to argue about? By this point, there was no changing of minds to be considered; no, the only changes would become his own upon the table. Complaints would be duly noted and immediately dismissed, as had become more commonplace in recent times for him. His simpering whines weren't taken seriously, and why would they be? He'd gotten so small by this point, and his impotent fussing was seen as little more than the self-interested tantrums of a cranky tot.
It h...
2023-01-17 08:46:17 +0000 UTC
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Story #12: Two Pails:
"You really must think you're something clever. You think that this teenage rebellion is something that allows you to strike out at an unjust world."
She slid a thin wooden wand across her palm, every word just barely tempered even, while a violent malice bubbled right beneath. Her hazel eyes were like shards of glass being plunged into him.
"Eggs on the walls, toilet paper on the trees...It's juvenile, but still fair game. I won't begrudge you lobbing a grocery list in...
2022-12-30 04:57:19 +0000 UTC
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Long Story #1: Unwanted Presents
(CW: Diaper sniffing, forced to wear someone else's dirty diaper. General dirty diaper domination, so if that isn't your jam, you might want to skip this one.)
Maybe bragging hadn't been the most prudent option. How could one resist though? Peter was spoiled rotten and he absolutely reveled in it; what was the point of being king of the present heap, if nobody else could languish at the bottom?
And now he was languishing at the bottom, or at least at a bottom...
2022-12-30 04:54:00 +0000 UTC
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I awoke to two things: the need to use the bathroom, and a horrendous, guttural snarl.
My eyes focused on the nightlight in the corner of my room. The light, as juvenile as it seemed, was my only peace of mind once I got settled into bed. It was rule #6, and while I wasn't sure of it efficacy, I couldn't imagine going to bed without it. The nightlight did come at a cost, one beyond simple dignity: it illuminated too much. In total darkness, I would be blind to what lurked in the shadows, but t...
2022-12-30 04:33:25 +0000 UTC
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Story #11: The Shopping Maul
Kenny puffed air from his rosy cheeks and dragged his sneakers across the floor, their blinking red luminescence reflecting off of the scuffed tiles. This was so unfair! He was having to spend his Saturday afternoon, when he could be playing with his action figures or riding his bike, here at the shopping mall with his sister and her stupid friends! He took a lengthy slurp of his drink, an extra large soda that had been used to pacify his dramatic wails.
His mom ha...
2022-12-20 10:24:37 +0000 UTC
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Story #10: Not Just a Costume:
"Aww, that's so cute! What a sweet big brother you must be. Such a good sense of humor to let your little brother pick your costume!"
Jacob forced a weak smile as candy got tossed into the plastic pumpkin pail that he was carrying. He didn't even need the cursory look to know that Kyle's smile was far more broad and genuine. Why wouldn't it be? Just like always, the little monster had gotten everything he had wanted, and Jacob was left to whatever whims caught hi...
2022-12-20 10:22:57 +0000 UTC
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Story #1: Dorm Dummy:
It all felt so hazy to him. He was caught in a fog that permeated not only the reality around him, but had penetrated deep into his mind. With a slackened expression, his eyes drifted downwards toward the bloated, soggy crotch of his thick diaper. He usually didn't even realize when he was peeing anymore; it was just a warm stream that would ebb and flow without his say-so. Groggily, he pushed down on the squishy garment and felt the sopping material press against his gr...
2022-12-20 10:11:07 +0000 UTC
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"You, uh...You sure about this, dude? I'm not trying to call you a wuss or anything, but you've never really been into the whole...being scared thing."
His friend had a point, and under normal circumstances, he would never have thought to join a group that revelled in spooking eachother. This was different though; Kira was in the club, and he would do whatever he could to try to impress her.
"Whaaaaat? Nah, bro! I'm totally into it, one-hundred percent! I'm already putting together some ideas ...
2022-11-25 05:51:42 +0000 UTC
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Things don't just get misplaced without reason. When an object from one room of the house, suddenly starts to appear in a different room, with no rationale to its relocation, there must be some core reason. The problem arose when there was no logical culprit.
The same could be said for the TV channel mysteriously changing while in the middle of watching it, while the remote lay a few feet away from any fingers. Or perhaps turning away to get a glass of milk, and seeing that your plate has mov...
2022-11-25 05:50:47 +0000 UTC
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Story #5: It Came From Underneath My Bed:
I awoke to two things: the need to use the bathroom, and a horrendous, guttural snarl.
My eyes focused on the nightlight in the corner of my room. The light, as juvenile as it seemed, was my only peace of mind once I got settled into bed. It was rule #6, and while I wasn't sure of it efficacy, I couldn't imagine going to bed without it. The nightlight did come at a cost, one beyond simple dignity: it illuminated too much. In total darkness, I would be ...
2022-11-25 05:49:56 +0000 UTC
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The present problem was the need to poop. It shouldn't have been something that registered as being problematic, especially for a stunning intellect such as mine, but here we were. I could feel another cramp strike at my gut, like a cobra which had sprung forth from its coil and sunk its fangs squarely into my abdomen. I felt a grunt involuntarily escape, spewing forth a glob of drool down my chin in its wake; a wet rumble immediately followed and sputtered powerfully against the well-cushioned ...
2022-11-17 18:59:22 +0000 UTC
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Story #4: The Pile He Sat On
They say that the first million a man makes is better than sex, but that's nothing compared to his first billion. Joining the elusive club of the 0.01% was to be described as a beautiful apotheosis, where man was no longer just such a lowly thing, and instead was allowed power beyond the scope of the binds that he'd lugged his whole life. The glitter of gold was radiant enough to forever blind their eyes to the petty struggles that sprawled below their ivory tower; ...
2022-11-17 18:55:20 +0000 UTC
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"I bet I could still fit in that."
It had started as a simple wager between boys. The playground at the park had been surprisingly sparse, meaning that a small group of fifth grade brats had the run of the land. Ben had been the smallest of this group, and was often the butt of many jokes about his diminutive size.
This hassling had made Ben become more of an outgoing personality, as a way to overcompensate for his shortcomings. He was obnoxious and tended to make himself the center of attenti...
2022-11-17 18:53:51 +0000 UTC
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It all felt so hazy to him. He was caught in a fog that permeated not only the reality around him, but had penetrated deep into his mind. With a slackened expression, his eyes drifted downwards toward the bloated, soggy crotch of his thick diaper. He usually didn't even realize when he was peeing anymore; it was just a warm stream that would ebb and flow without his say-so. Groggily, he pushed down on the squishy garment and felt the sopping material press against his groin. "..P-pee-pee.." He m...
2022-11-17 18:52:38 +0000 UTC
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(This is a picture that was voted on by my Patrons! It comes from a story that is exclusive to my premium $10 tier on Patreon. I may create that tier on here as well, so I can post the rest of those stories!)
Story #9: Just a Costume:
He hadn't thought much about the costume that she had picked out for him. When his girlfriend had mentioned that she wanted to go to a Halloween party, he hadn't been particularly jazzed, but he'd begrudgingly agreed; he didn't know many of the people that would ...
2022-11-08 08:38:35 +0000 UTC
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When it came to having a twin, there always ran the risk of endless comparison, even when the stakes should not have merited it. Triplets didn't have it quite as bad, since that still allowed for a tier that stood outside of a clear 'winner' and 'loser'. Twins were constrained to that strict dichotomy though, always a clear winner or loser.
For Andy, there was only being a loser. While twins should ostensibly be identical, Andy always seemed to fall short of his brother. Sports, grades, friends...
2022-10-20 01:02:48 +0000 UTC
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