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By BloncoCraven · Posted
A mess pig is a person who likes to fill up their diapers with as much pee and poop as it can possibly hold and then hump it against stuff and people for sexual gratification. Today I would like to take you to three years ago. For a real story about a nasty little diaper girl who loved big messes. I was dating a beautiful 5’8 latina woman named Ataia. I was 25 and she was 23, together we were both littles under the care of a wonderful mommy named Vivian. It was a hot and sweaty day, both me and Ataia were sitting around in only our diapers, mine was wet but hers was fully loaded. “Hey Sprout, how's your diaper doing?” I said as I casually squeezed the front of it. “It's fine! Leave it alone!” Ataia whined. “Bitch, I can feel the condensation.” “It's just sweat, I'm fine. I just put it on.” “I put you in it at 9:45.” I started squishing around the front. “I don't know, it feels pretty squishy to me.” Ataia bit her lip, “It feels good. I like squishy.” “I know you do, baby. But if you leak on the couch again Mommy's gonna punish you and I'll get punished for not watching you good enough.” “Nooo, stop it. I don't wanna.” She squirmed as I kept mashing the squishy thing around. “I could ruin this diaper and that way you have to get changed.” I suggested. “You'd ruin it with me?” Ataia seemed very excited. “Absolutely baby girl. Climb on big brother's lap.” Ataia climbed on my lap with her legs draped over either side of my knee. She began humping and grinding on my knee and I could feel the sticky hot liquid touching my leg. The smell was cute. Ataia had the kind of poop smell where it had undertones of fruit with the general poop smell you get from everyone. She grinded against me a lot, humping my leg more and more furiously. I grabbed her diapered ass and pulled her towards me. She began humping my torso and she shoved her chest into mine. Her soft tender breasts sticking with the sweat to my, at the time, flat and muscular chest. “Good girl.” I said. Her nipples were hard as she grinded even harder against me. “I wanna sit on your face, big brother.” She said. “Of course baby.” I stood up, lifting her with ease. My 6’4 body, powerful with mating lust. I carried her to the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. She fell on top of me and looked up, smiling. She sat up and did a sexy little tiger crawl until she got to my face then… Shplrt Crinkle shplrt crinkle. She sat fully on my face, fully engulfing my eyes, nose and mouth. I couldn't breathe aside from rebreathing what little I already had in my lungs. Such was the way of plastic backed diapers. I could feel the moisture on the outside of the diaper, along with the squishyness of the padding and the massive lumps throughout the diaper. She grabbed onto the headboard and began pelvic thrusting with all her might, grinding directly on my face. Suddenly she stopped, I felt her abs and thigh muscles tighten as her body trembled. She grunted as three huge lumps fell into the diaper, increasing its mass even more. Then she began gyrating on my face with it. Really mashing up her rancid mess. In time I heard her little moans, they were so cute. I ran my hands up and down her waist as I tilted my head back and forth against the diaper. I caressed her hips and patted her diaper. After three minutes or so I felt my lungs beginning to burn, I realized I needed to breathe. I tapped ‘Shave and a Hair Cut 2pents’ on her thigh, our signal for breath. She got up off me just enough to catch my breath. All I could smell was her filthy diaper as I took deep breaths, inhaling her rancid fumes. I needed the oxygen, the smell was her gift to me. “You good?” She asked. “Yeah.” She immediately flumixed back onto my face and began riding it again. Galloping on it, really, like I were a horse. She went harder and harder until she found a rhythm she liked. As I put both my hands on her love handles she squeezed her thighs around my head and moaned, “Oh god, daddy, thank you, please! OOOOAAH!” She kept thrusting for a while after words, trembling, but she kept going and going until she was out of breath. She fell off my face laid diagonally across the bed, her diaper swaddled feminine area resting on chest. We both laid there breathing heavily for many minutes until Ataia looked at me. “I want chocolate milk.” “You can have chocolate milk after I change you.” “Ok.” She said sadly. “Come on baby girl.” I wiggled out from under her, then stood up and grabbed the changing towel from the floor. Ataia sat up and I spread the towel out on the bed. I grabbed her diaper and squeezed the front, then I grabbed her waist to flip her over. I looked at the back. “Look at this, you were about to have a blowout.” “I still can.” She smirked. “Then I'd have to give you a bath.” “Don't threaten me with a good time.” She smirked. I lifted her onto the towel and pushed her back to lay down. I played with her nipple a little bit and she giggled. Then I undid the tapes and peeled the thing off of her. “Jesus.” I gagged as the back draft from the diaper released. Ataia laughed with pride and I tickled her tummy. “You brat.” I said with a smile. I grabbed the baby wipes from the bedside table and thought about my starting angle. “It's really messy and thick. I don't know how to attack it.” “Nobody said you had to.” She smiled. “Uhh.” I began wiping carefully and wipe after wipe piled up, eventually I took a load of wipes to the lidded trash can in the kitchen and got back to work. After a very long time my arm was getting sore. “Do you mind if I just put you in the shower and spray you off?” “Yeah no problem. And then bath time?” “Sure baby.” I retaped her diaper onto her and she shivered. Then I picked her up, supporting her butt with my hand and carried her to the bathroom. I undid her diaper again and it flopped to the floor. I turned on the shower nice and warm. “Does this feel good?” She stuck her hand in. “Yeah.” She said. “Ok, hop on in.” I told her. She nodded her head, then stepped in and I started spraying her butt and under carriage with the sprayer. I slowly shaved away at the sticky brown mess and as it combined with the water it all went down the drain. “There we go. That looks pretty clean.” I said, moving her butt cheeks around to see if I missed any. “Now bath time?” She asked. “Yeperoonie.” I winked at her. We smiled at each other as I filled the bathtub. I put in her bubble bath and her bath toys, along with her lavender scented Epsom salts. She laid down in the tub as the water covered her body. I looked at her licentiously. Until she ducked her breasts under the bubbles. “You wanna have a good soak before I come in and clean you?” “Yes!” She smiled. “Alright, happy sailing.” I told her, and I moved to step out. “Nohooo…” Ataia whined, “Stay, watch me.” “Ok baby.” I said, then I sat on the toilet next to her. “Bruh bruh sitting on the toilet . You don't know how to use that thing.” She looked smug. “Well you don't know how to use it either.” I said defensively. “Nope and I'm never going to learn.” She said as she rolled over in the tub to face away from me. I took out my phone and scrolled for a while as I watched Ataia play with her toys. “Blonco tan I hab my chocolate milk now?” She asked. “Sure thing baby.” I said, then I walked to the kitchen. I got out two sippy cups, one with Oscar the grouch on and the other with Elmo. I filled them with chocolate milk, then I screwed on the lids. I walked back to the bathroom and handed Ataia the Oscar the grouch sippy. “Yay! She shouted as she grabbed it and started chugging a lot. “You can wash me now by the way.” “Ok. I got down on my knees and dunked a face cloth in the water. I dunked a bar of soap in the water too and rubbed the two against each other. Then I began to wipe little Ataia down. First her arms, then her shoulders. I bent her forward and scrubbed her back. Then I moved slowly to her boobs and looked her in the eyes to make sure it was ok. I scrubbed them nice and good, playing with them a little as I wiped them down. Then I moved down to her stomachs and thighs, then the back of her legs. “Would you rather I do your princess parts first or your feet?” “Princess parts!” She bounced in her seat as she said it. I laid her back and moved my hand slowly towards her most sensitive area. She smiled, shivered and bit her lip. I wiped carefully and made sure to get every inch of the exterior. I went even further back and went at her butt a bit and she looked excited. “Messy girl’s gotta get her bum cleaned.” “Yes.” She agreed. After that I quickly scrubbed her feet. “Are you ready to get out of the tub, little one?” “Yeah.” She said tiredly. I lifted her up by her armpits then stood her up, drying her off with a towel. She moved with me to help me dry her off. I held her hand and walked her to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and grabbed a fresh diaper from the closet. “Do you want a diaper now, or panties?” “Diaper!” She said happily. “That's my good girl.” I quickly opened it up and taped her into it and we spent the rest of the day watching ancient aliens until mommy got home. -
By BloncoCraven · Posted
Thanks! I agree! Trope subversion makes stories so interesting and very fun to write! I thought that angle would be fun! Also YES! the diaper having tongues l! When I thought of that for the first time I got so excited 😁😁😁 -
AI to the rescue: I tried to heal my inner child but he stole my credit card and ordered $200 worth of fancy diapers! -
By Wannatripbaby · Posted
If there's one thing I love, it's a good trope-subversion! And this is an excellent twist on the Cursed Diaper Trope by having the protag actually seek out the infernal infantile garment. 🤭 Also, sentient shapeshifting diapers (with tongue 😳) are soooooo fun to imagine 😵💫 -
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