You think that a baby that fills their diapers with lots of warm, stinky mush knows how to cast magic? You’re way to old to be wearing diapers anyway, you should be ashamed that you still need me to take care of you and change your diapers. I had no energy left to hold in my farts, so now every few seconds I felt a large, gross fart come from my hind end. But the older I got, as I had opportunities to "diaper" with a towel and pins or other makeshift padding, I became more and more sensitive to the fact that if my family or friends found out, I would feel humiliated.

Much to my own surprise, even though it was beyond all of my strength, which I knew I had more of than Lua, I felt them slowly slide the pink diaper down my legs. She used the diaper changing station in the rear of the airplane and threw it away in a separate, scented bag. Confused, I glanced down and saw that yet another, identical diaper had spawned around my legs to hold my skirt up, and Lua slipped the original one out from beneath my feet. How about being locked into a diaper till you have no choice but to go potty in it, and having to stay in it till Mommy decided to change you? Clenching my ass as tight as I could, I made a weak hop to the first square, and looked down past my diaper to see that I only barely made it within the lines.After half an hour of driving, that seemed like a year, Rosie and the twelve other survivors found themselves at what seemed to be a massive hunk of rock. Guh… fuck… ughhh…” They kicked their legs in anger, clearly frustrated at their own body disallowing them to stop dumping the seemingly infinite contents of their bowels into their diaper, tears streaming down their face in humiliation. A few more humiliating, diaper-clad rounds passed before my need to poop came to a head, and I knew that it was clench as hard as I could or let my dignity fall to pieces. Posters accept all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content they've uploaded / submitted / posted on Writing. There was nothing for me to do but keep grunting, growling, and let out wet farts to accompany the horrible, degrading feeling of having my own warm, squishy goop smearing and clinging to my ass, which was now coated in a several-inch thick layer of poop between the padding.

but my bABy says he will wet his diaper for me, so I may not have to use that trick when he comes to visit me. There was no way I went from such a powerful wizard to somebody unable to even escape a baby’s diaper! Weakly, still desperately holding back an avalanch of warm mush, I glared over to Ashley, and was relieved to see that her diaper, which was not as obvious as mine, had formed a large, yellow stain in the front. I found a spot where I could be clearly exposed to countless people, but only for a few seconds-I felt very comfortable with this. However, privately fantasizing about that, and/or exploring it conversationally, anonymously, with like-minded adult individuals, as long as you're smart about it, probably isn't going to harm you, so, for me, it fails the test of being "bad".With my magic not working there was little for me to do but cooperate, and pray that I’d have defeated Ashley and been freed from this wrinkly diaper before Anny arrives to see me in it, but I was not happy about any of it. When we need to wear diapers for any reason the amount of shame and embarrassment we can carry about it is enormous. So, for instance, if we were going swimming and I forgot swim diapers then you could go swimming naked like babies do.