Decim

honestly one of the best things about diapers is not having to leave my breakfast to make poopies >>

its crazy because every morning my tummy will hurt and ill be panicking and then ill poop and feel better

“You would be right,” Aoife admitted. “I’m in a pickle, the new fertilizer for the niphredils was a little too effective. They’re usually ripe a week out, but they’re ready now – I need to harvest them today, before the niphredemons start tunneling.”

Unsolicited writing advice: explain less.

Does the reader know a niphredil is a fictional flower from LOTR? Not necessarily, but from context we at least know it's a plant.

What's a niphredemon? Idk, you can't ask me while you're reading tho. Whatever it is, letting it start tunneling sounds bad.

"I'm an adult... I don't need changies or spankies... hmph."

fuck it I feel like sharing the quick sketches from my sketchbook. Need to just use my sketchbook again for drawing wips to things.

Mid work diaper check~
I bought boosters for the first time so ots very front heavy >//>

poopies

Cute sketches I did at blfc!!

considering changing the name of "Onimutsu: Messes and Changes" to just "Onimai: Messes and Changes" because maybe "Onimutsu" is too cheesy

someday i wanna go in my pants for the whole day and see how full they get >~<

Now I need to doodah!!

For some reason i thought this scene was a really funny idea so I needed to try doing something different this time x333

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"N-nu! I can still do b-big boy stuffs at work!" You protested to your boss through grunts as you filled your diaper.

She shot you a sympathetic, half-hearted smile.

"Kiddo, the only thing YOU can help with at work now is getting the other tykes to know when a baby needs a change."

you need to be making big poopies

you need to be pushmaxxing

and climaxing.

soaking your pants and then going about your day as they dry and then soaking them again 🤤

i hear my neighbors downstairs and they have no idea im peeing my pants up here rn....

AB / DL at BFC ‘25…Dusty wasn’t gonna dress up but a suitcase mishap made a new wardrobe a necessity and thankfully the Dealer’s Den and the thrift store down the street had him covered…

You follow her as she runs off again—each step feeling the stinky heaviness shift in your underwear, and the squish of your soggy shoes. The two of you continue your quest without a care in the world.

An earthy odor hits your nose and you note that it doesn’t actually smell too bad.
“It’s so warm,” you giggle
“Better than the big cold potty, right?”
“Yeah!” you shiver as the final bits come out.
“All done?”
“All done.”
“Let’s go beat up that evil dragon now,”

You’re really doing it, you’re pooping in your pants. Your seat begins to feel heavy as the lumpy warmth fills out your underwear. It's much different than when you went pee, it’s mushy and soft and sort of nestles itself up close to your skin. It feels like you simply made a pillow for your bottom.

But this feels way different than it would on the potty. Where it would normally just pass on through, it meets with your pants and stops. You move your hand onto your bottom and feel it tenting out, almost like a tail. You push once again and it breaks, falling into your underwear.

Your tummy rumbles with a solid pressure at your rear, and you look at your friend nervously.
“I’m-I’m gonna..”
She smiles and holds out her hand, “It’s okay.”
You grab on tight and bend your knees. On the potty. You’re on the potty. You scrunch your face up and push.

Eventually it begins to fall out of your pant-legs, soaking your socks and collecting in your shoes. The warmth reaches all the way to your toes before it spills out in a puddle on the ground.

You open your eyes and see a growing wet spot, just like your friend had. Except you’re wearing pants, not shorts, so yours doesn’t stop above the knee. Instead, it just keeps spreading and spreading down your legs as you pee, covering them in warmth like a blanket.

Just like your friend said, you imagine that you are sitting on a toilet, about to use it. The pressure mounts, but you don’t do anything to stop it. Easily it gushes out with a loud 𝘧𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩…
“You’re doing it!”

“...on the potty, got it.” you echo.
You close your eyes and sigh. Your hands move out of the way and grab onto the bottom of your shirt, exposing your tummy and the waistband of your pants. You feel the heavy feeling come back and it really makes you want to squirm but you stay still.

But what your friend did looked like fun! And besides, you don’t wanna stop playing, do you?
“Okay.” You stand there awkwardly, not knowing exactly how to let go, “How do I..”
“It’s easy, you just stop holding it! When the heavy feeling comes back, imagine you're sitting on the potty,”

“We’ll just tell her my mom said it was okay,”
Your tummy growls and starts hurting more and more. Worse yet, You feel a tiny leak from your bladder as you potty dance back and forth. This is your absolute last chance to make it to the potty, you know you can’t hold on much longer.

If her mom lets her, maybe that means you can too? You need to do more than just pee, though. Yeah, there’s no way your mom would be okay with you doing 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 in your pants.
“Okay, your turn now!”
“Umm... but I gotta go number 2...”
“I do that too sometimes!”
“But my mom’s gonna be mad at me...”

You marvel at how the twisting streams shimmer in the sun.
“Ahhh... that’s better,” she says, “See? not yucky at all.”
“It’s so pretty!” you exclaim, “But isn’t your mom gonna be mad?”
“My mom said I’m allowed to because the bathrooms here are icky,”

She puts her hands on her hips, closes her eyes, and focuses. After a moment she sighs, and a little dark spot appears on her denim shorts. A smile washes over her face as the spot rapidly grows—quickly reaching the end of her shorts and trickling down her legs.