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  1. Something went crazy with the spacing on this everyone. I can't seem to make it any better than this. If it bugs you, you can click here to read it on Deviantart. Once again, I'm really sorry I haven't been around much everyone. My life has been pretty rough lately, I'm just trying to put one foot in front of the other and push myself forward right now... but I won't bore you guys with the details, as I don't think anyone's life is too easy or pleasant right now, and I've probably got it better than a lot of people. So let's just put all that crap aside for the moment and just have a little fun. The best way to get caught up on this in on Patreon (I just posted chapter Forty Seven this morning.) You can join and get caught up on this story for a $2 pledge. “Y’know, I thought princess’ shit wasn’t supposed to stink,” Betsy said, standing back and admiring her handiwork. The diaper and bonnet clad superheroine responded by grunting as she loudly blasted out another round of mushy poo-poo into her already packed pamper. Diana could only grunt, sweat, and drool. So powerful were the cramps in her stomach and the messy, flatulent detonations they produced in her diaper that Diana didn’t even try to stop them... she just stuck her butt up in the air and let her body force out a seemingly impossible amount of poop into her already bulging adult diapers. “PHEW-WEE!” Betsy Wetsy complained, bending down daintily to pat the seat of Diana’s diapers. “You really funkified that diaper!” Diana could do nothing but press her forehead to the floor, giving thanks to her gods that the mess seemed to have spattered to a stop... at least for the moment. Her nostrils flared, the stink of her diaper invading her cute, upturned nose. “Y’know, princess, I have smelled some STINKY diapers in my time,” Betsy said teasingly, neglecting to mention that many of those smelly diapers were hers, “but this one takes the cake! I mean P-U, princess... I think it might be time to see a doctor!” Diana simply grunted in response, a gooey farting sound bringing another round of mushy diarrhea. Betsy just laughed, bending down to give the seat of Wonder Woman’s bulging diaper a couple of gentle pats. “Well darling, it’s been fun... but the other girls want to have a word with you, and the game is hide and seek, so I guess it’s time for you to go.” She emphasized this with an open palmed SWAT to the seat of Wonder Woman’s diaper, sending the disgraced superheroine crawling off unsteadily on all fours, hugely messy diaper squishing behind her with every move she made. “Ta-ta, babykins,” Betsy mocked behind her, grinning as she watched the stained seat of Wonder Woman’s diaper waggling in the air behind her. Diana, her hot, squishy diaper chafing her with every move she made, tried to keep her cool, but she found herself getting upset, tears stinging her eyes. She was supposed to be a proud warrior, in constant control of her body and emotions... but the hot muddy mess squishing against her buttocks and stinking up her general area was a constant reminder of her failure to maintain control. For the proud, powerful Amazon Princess, the humiliation was nearly overwhelming, and she couldn’t stop the fat tears from rolling down her cheeks. Meanwhile, elsewhere in the maze, The Paddler was enjoying herself. The past few weeks had been difficult for Ava, but things were starting to look up. Her new and improved bionic anus was functioning perfectly... She only farted or defecated when she felt like it now, and she possessed complete control over her bowels. Well... almost complete. Wolfe had, of course, left himself with back door control over her new butt-hole, and he rarely let her forget it. Although he hadn’t used it to humiliate her in front of the others yet, she’d been forced to put on a couple of ‘performances’ for him, farting uncontrollably for his amusement, and once he’d sent her running from the room with a case of explosive diarrhea when she’d questioned his authority one time too many... but so far, she had no regrets. She stalked the maze quietly, ears open and listening for any sign of her quarry, only the slight jingle of the paddles on her belt to distract her. In the distance, she heard a small noise. Halting in place, Ava cocked her ear and listened again, holding her breath and closing her eyes. There, she thought with a smile when she heard it again. Moving slowly and carefully, she tiptoed closer to the door on the south side of the room and stuck her head through, listening. She heard the sound again, tiny, distant, but unmistakable... someone was softly crying as they moved through the halls. The Paddler’s suspicions were confirmed when she heard a large, muffled farting sound. It was the princess, alright, and from the sound of things she’d already run into Betsy. Slowly, cautiously, moving without sound, she tiptoed down the hall towards her prey. Fighting back tears, Diana continued crawling aimlessly, her messy pamper squishing behind her with every move she made. She knew she needed a plan, knew she had to find someway to hide, to escape, to fight back, damnit! But after her encounter with Betsy Wetsy, Wonder Woman was having a hard time staying focused. In fact, far from thinking strategically, she found she was only able to feel sorry for herself. She was angry at herself, her years of stoicism and self control rendered null in the face of one messy diaper. Worse, her bowels were still giving her grief, and periodically, her stomach would cramp, and Diana would force out another gassy explosion into her pampers. She had stopped to grunt out another noisy mess when she heard a sound behind her. Frantic, her heart hammering in her chest, she took off crawling as fast as she could, not knowing where she was going. She tried to listen for someone approaching from behind her, but all she could hear was the persistent ‘squish squish squish,’ of her messy diapers. She rounded one corner, then another, frantically searching for some place to hide herself. Instead, she found herself at a dead end... and the sound of footsteps behind her were getting louder by the second. The stink of a poopy diaper tickled her nose, and The Paddler smiled, knowing that she was closing in on the princess. She bit her lip to contain a smile and flexed her fingers, aching to deliver a spanking to the formerly haughty, superior superheroine... the messy diaper would be the cherry on top of her humiliation. She pushed forward into the maze, following both the faint, muddy squishing noise, and the smell of poopy diapers, which got stronger the closer she got. At last Ava rounded the corner, grinning when her victim came into view. Wonder Woman didn’t look like much of a hero now. Her eyes red and puffy from crying, she sat on her thickly pampered rump in the corner, sucking her thumb and sobbing. The stink of dirty diapers was gagging, and The Paddler was forced to pinch her nose shut as she approached. “Well well well... what have we here?” She said smugly, looking down on the cowering former heroine with maximum contempt. “It kind of looks like Wonder Woman... except for the diapers, of course!” she said, laughing when Diana began sobbing anew. “Sure doesn’t SMELL much like a hero, though... Smells like a big, stinky diaper!” Diana broke into loud sobs again, sucking her thumb even harder and squirming in her squishy pampers miserably. There was noting in the world she wanted more at this moment than a diaper change... but one look into Ava’s smug face let her know that there probably wasn’t one forthcoming. “A big STINKY, WHINY BABY who needs an attitude adjustment... don’t you agree?” Ava grinned, taking a paddle from her belt and tapping it against her palm menacingly. In the corner, Diana shook her head and slurped her thumb, cowering before her nemesis. The Paddler approached slowly, grinning, enjoying the reversal of power. When last they’d met, it had ended in Ava’s complete defeat and humiliation. Now, it was Wonder Woman waddling around with a big mushy load in her pants, and Ava was determined to enjoy every moment of her disgrace. “You’ve been acting far too big for your britches, babykins,” Ava said with a chuckle. She pressed a hidden button on the wall, a simple bench rising up out of the floor in response. Settling down, she reached over, taking Diana roughly by the ear and tumbling her across her lap in one swift motion, grinning at the sight of her hugely inflated diaper. Diana shrieked and kicked, but The Paddler was easily able to hold her in place. “You’ve needed this for a long time, you little brat,” Ava said, bringing the flat, hard paddle down on the seat of Diana’s pampers, squishing the mess inside against her smooth buttocks and making her squeal. “and now you’re gonna get it!” Read the next part on Patreon
  2. I'm really sorry I fell behind on this everyone.This last year has been an awful one for me... I won't bore you with details (I'm sure you're all dealing with your own stuff right now, too) so let's just say I'm sorry and I'm going to try and get caught up. I have been continuing this series on my patreon: for as little as $2 a month, you can get all caught up on everything you missed. “Yeah,” The Paddler said with a cool smile. “I think I’m going to enjoy this.” She was practically buzzing at the thought of getting her revenge on the woman responsible for her humiliation... or one of them, anyway. In some ways, the past few weeks had been as embarrassing and uncomfortable for Ava “The Paddler” Harding as it had been for the former superheroines. After Betsy Wetsy used her powers on her, full blast, Ava was horrified to discover she had completely lost control of her bowels, resulting in the humiliation of spontaneously shitting herself at random. After a series of intrusive operations, Wolfe was able to install a bionic colon and anus, giving Ava total control... ... Well, almost. Wolfe had made it clear to her that he’d left himself backdoor access to all of her cybernetic upgrades, including her new bionic butthole. With the push of a button, he could make her pass gas, create the urge to defecate, or force her to outright soil herself, which he frequently did for his own amusement. Ava endured these periodic embarrassments for a mere chance to get back at the women who humiliated her... at least for the moment. “I don’t know about you girls,” The Paddler said, bending over to make eye contact with Diana and smiling when the former amazon warrior flinched nervously, “but I’m in a good mood. In fact, I’m in such a good mood, I’m even willing to give this little brat a head start... what do you think, girls?” The Milk Maid and Betsy Wetsy both nodded their approval. Having suffered their own humiliating defeats at the hands of the amazon princess, they both had little scores of their own to settle. “OK, Baby: the hunt’s on!” The paddler said with a vicious laugh. “We’ll give you a five minute head start-- if you can find your way out of the maze, you’re free to go... but if we catch you, well... let’s just say you probably don’t want that to happen!” From the floor, Diana attempted to glare fiercely from behind her pacifier. As an amazon warrior, retreat was generally not something she would do-- however, considering that she’d been stripped of her famous fighting prowess and was facing three enemies far more powerful than herself at the moment, she realized she had little choice. Turning, Diana crawled for the exit on her hands and knees, big fluffy diapers crinkling loudly behind her with every move. Her ears burned when she heard the three villains laughing as she rounded the corner and made her way down the hall as quickly as she could go. “Five minutes, babykins,” she heard the Paddler shout behind her, “and there we’re coming for that big ol’ diaper booty... I hope you’re ready!” “Yeah,” Betsy said, surreptitiously pointing in the direction of Wonder Woman’s retreating diapered butt. Diana barely felt the twinge in her bladder that forced whatever pee she had left inside of her to dribble into her pampers. Diana crawled as quickly as she could, praying to her gods for some kind of advantage to use against her foes. She tried to control her fear and still her pounding heart... but she still found herself crawling as fast as she could, blindly rounding corners, and quickly finding herself hopelessly lost in the labyrinth. Eventually, she found herself out of breath, her hands and knees aching. She knew she had to put as much distance between her and her pursuers as possible-- but weeks of physical and mental conditioning had significantly reduced her strength and endurance, and the amazon warrior, once at the absolute peek of physical condition, was breathing hard and drenched in sweat after just a few minutes of exercise. Settling back against her thickly padded bum, she leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes and trying to steady her breath, slow her heart rate, and calm her mind. Diana furrowed her brow, trying to dig up some of her training from her memories, but it was like her thoughts were wrapped in thick, sticky cotton she couldn’t sift through, and she began to grow frustrated... Wolfe had thoroughly regressed her, and it filled her with shame and anger. “Where’s that little princess?” The voice was distant, but still close enough that it made Diana sit up and cock an ear, listening. “Where’s that big baby?” The voice came once more, closer now. “Where could she be?” With her heart threatening to leap out of her chest, Diana rocked up onto her hands and knees again, crawling quietly towards the opening on the far side of the room. “Come out, come out where ever you are!” The voice came again, driving Diana forward. She rounded the corner and pressed herself against the wall, cocking her head and straining her ears, sweating as she heard footfalls growing nearer... Elizabeth Ann “Betsy Wetsy” Blaese was in a good mood-- and why not? She was dressed in one of her cutest outfits, a pink and white dress that was somehow simultaneously embarrassingly infantile and scandalously slutty: frilly, lacy, and ruffled, it was low cut to show off her magnificent cleavage, it’s hemline barely below her butt, showing off both her big puffy diaper and her gorgeous, womanly legs, encased in tight white stockings. A pair of pigtails and a set of shiny black patent Mary Jane shoes completed the look, and she strutted down the hallway with confidence. Yeah, she was feeling pretty good. Things were starting to look up again. The Paddler had been eyeballing her sideways ever since the ‘incident’ in the store a few weeks ago. She couldn’t exactly blame Ava-- Betsy had been pretty unhappy when she’d been rendered incontinent herself, after all... but she still felt The Paddler was being unreasonable; it wasn’t like she’d done it on purpose! All in all, The Paddler’s mood had much improved since Wolfe had installed her cybernetic asshole (even if it did provide him with ample opportunity to embarrass her.) But Betsy still didn’t trust her-- she knew the bitch was plotting her revenge. Betsy just hoped that having her way with Wonder Baby would satiate her appetite for vengeance, at least for a while. Well well, she thought, grinning to herself when she rounded the corner and spotted her quarry cowering, her attention totally focused elsewhere. Suppressing the urge to laugh, Betsy crept up behind Diana, positioning herself for maximum effect. She grinned when the amazon leaned forward to peer around the corner once again, bending even farther this time, her bulbous diaper butt sticking up in the air behind her, presenting the perfect target, the material between her legs still dark and yellow from her earlier accident. Well, if she thought pissing herself was bad...Betsy grinned, gathering up her energy, feeling the power building up inside her. Licking her lips with relish, she gestured towards the unsuspecting heroine and let her have it. Diana instantly knew something was wrong when she felt the invisible psionic bolt make contact with her rear-end. Instantly, she felt a thousand pound weight drop inside of her, barrelling towards her colon at supersonic speed. With a reddening face, her anus went slack, and Diana’s mouth fell open in shock when she felt a warm, gooey gush come rumbling out of her butt and spatter into the seat of her diaper. With an anguished grunt, the former Wonder Woman farted out another load of muddy brown diarrhea into the waiting seat of her pampers. Though the process took only a few seconds, Diana found her diaper nearly filled to the brim. Sweating and gasping, her body exhausted after her ordeal, Diana peeked over her shoulder and was greeted with the sight of a pamper that was full and bulging behind her, a large brown stain slowly spreading across the seat. “EEEEWWWWW!” Betsy said, laughing and fanning her face theatrically. “Baby princess made a big, smelly diaper, didn’t she?” Diana responded by grunting, farting out another big pile of poop into her pants, her guts cramping and boiling inside her... she knew there was probably more on the way. Again, the best way to stay caught up on this story is by joining my Patreon. I've got up to issue 43 on there right now, along with a bunch of other cool stories and art projects. P.S: I seem to have forgotten my main login and accidentally posted this under some alt account I'd forgotten I had. I'll try to fix this, but in the meantime, I won't be able to edit the title of this thread to reflect updates. Apologies, everyone... I'll try to have this situation rectified before the next time I post.
  3. Big thanks to everyone who read and sent in comments and encouragement, and huge thanks to Rachel for letting me use her likeness and being a good sport.
  4. Sorry about the delay on this one, folks. There's just one chapter left after this, so please be sure to let us know what you think. This couldn't possibly be any worse, Rachel pouted to herself. She felt like an enormous toddler, waddling down the hallway with a big, mushy dump in the seat of her cartoonishly huge diaper, which was straining her skirt to the limit...one move too far in the wrong direction and Rachel was sure she'd split a seam. She crinkled loudly with every step, like she had a hundred empty potato chip bags stuffed down her pants...but that wasn't her real problem. The real problem was the big, hot mess squishing against her tushy with every step... Rachel could feel the muddy pile pressing against her backside, coating her buttocks further with every step... but the eventual clean up or even the thought of being discovered in this infantile and smelly state wasn't the what she was most concerned about. No, what worried Rachel the most was the disturbing, almost debilitating tingle she was experiencing between her legs, spreading across her body in hot, prickly waves with each ooey-gooey squish. She was dripping sweat, her heart somersaulting in her chest. Every fiber of her being wanted to rush back to the bathroom and rub herself to a furious orgasm, but she'd been away for too long already, and she knew everyone must be suspicious. So Rachel pressed on, forcing herself to waddle down the hall as best she could, preying the entire way that nobody would notice anything unusual.
  5. Thanks for the responses, everyone. Glad to see I wasn't just overreacting! I didn't even take the original comment out of moderation-- honestly, I don't want to start any kind of debates or make whoever it is think it's OK to post crap all over my page-- It's just not the appropriate place to discuss the ethics of ABDL fiction.
  6. (I hope this is in the right section, if not feel free to move it)
  7. (Only a couple of chapters left! If you're enjoying the story, please let us know!)
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  9. The next part of the story is coming on Thursday, but you can click here for something to tide you over until then. Thanks once again to everyone who's read the story and commented.
  10. Humble Games FAQ Some people have commented, written e-mails or private messages with questions, so I thought I’d take some time to answer some of the more common inquiries here:
  11. We're into the homestretch, and things are heating up... please keep the comments coming!
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