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Skunk Boys Top of his class, a dog finds himself transforming into a skunk. He's gassier, stupider, yet for some reason, he might just like it. (5,563 words.) (All characters are 18+. This is an alternate world where high school continues pass 18, as I thought a secondary school setting felt cuter here than college.) It started with a fart. A big, loud, nasty fart that snuck out of your ass. Your classmates look around, the teacher rattles on, but they all sniff out the truth. It was you. You made the room disgusting and smelly. It was you and your now swampy ass's fault. You feel horrible. You're a proper dog who's an A+ student. You shower every morning and night, and you wear nice collared shirts despite many of your classmates opting for more casual affair or going commando. Why didn’t you hold it? You rush to the men’s' bathroom. Your favorite Optimus Primal underwear is slightly brown in the center, and you hope it'll come out in the laundry. For minutes you're washing off your butt and fur with way too thin toilet paper. That’s good enough, you eventually device, and you walk back into class head down, cheeks flushed. A skunk in the back snickers as you enter. You think his name is Philip. He's always a bit smelly and still wears diapers to class. Not your type at all. You ignore him, as something else bothers you; that fart smelled kind of good. Everyone likes the smell of their own farts, though. Yet it’s selfish you enjoyed that smell when it was awfully rude. At lunch, you sit with the usual group. They’re talking about their classes, but you keep to yourself and your food as usual. The grilled cheese your mother packed is tasty. That night, you work diligently on calc homework. It's interesting enough. You like school, and you're a good student; by now you've practically forgotten all about your smelly mishap this morning. You still take a long, cold shower and fetch a tight belt for your pants tomorrow. Your black pants feel a bit tight the next day, but you pull them up fine. Another usual lunch passes. Then you're back in calculus, last period today, and you're diligently taking notes. It's only a second of warning. There's discontent in your bowels, and you think it'll pass or you'll head to the restroom, but your control slips. Hot mush fills your pants, squished by the chair. You've shit yourself. Run, you think. But smells wafts through air fast, and your toxic fumes are released. Everyone's eyes are on you, including the professor's. Your eyes water. They're gagging and giggling simultaneously. “Ew, gross!” Two days in a row, this time a poop…these furs must hate you. "Simon, would you like to---" "Yes, I excuse myself." You duck out, holding the back of your pants up with your paws, hoping none of the shit will touch you. As you open the door, you notice again that same skunk in the back smirking. Couldn't other animals leave you alone? Even somefur like Philip is judging you! You present yourself so well all the time. Why are you messing up everything now? You didn't bring a change of clothes---who would at this age?---so you do your best to remove that disgusting gunk out of your tighty whities. Just take a remote path, avoid eye contact, and you can get home. Your friends will hear all about this... Thank god your parents aren’t home. You take the longest shower you've ever had, the temperature set a little warmer than you usually like it. You feel bad for using so much water. In the corner of your eye, you do notice your dusty fur turning a bit darker around your butt, but you don’t make much of it. It’s the least of your problems. You really go to the bathroom the next day before school. Pee, poop: you get it all out of your system. And it works! Nothing goes wrong in math class. At lunch, the group was a little worried how you were doing, but otherwise they chatted amongst themselves. In the halls, some classmates give you concerned glances; maybe you were too hard on yourself yesterday. They're not all making fun of you. You're a valued member of your community. You're a good student, and you know you’re proud of that. The chemistry lab later feels a bit more difficult than expected, and you find your brain feels a bit foggy, but otherwise the day went alright. So you're very certain the next day you'll be dry. You walk into end-of-the-day calculus period with utter confidence. It shocks you, then, when your belly gurgles. You feel tension below. Then it releases. Splurt! Your just start crapping yourself. Stop it, Simon, stop it! But you keep on crapping. Your classmates are disgusted and jolt out of their seats, backing off to the edge of the room, except that skunk Philip, of course. Your butt does not care. It keeps on pooping and crapping and your pants sag way the heck off the chair. You're crying, but simultaneously, it feels so good. This is not what a student like you should think! You hear a Snap! and your belt flies off, slamming into the wall right next to Mr. Green. Your tail rips through the small tail hole. Is it getting larger, bushier? It thwacks a chair over. Your ass shows no sign of stopping. You keep on shitting yourself as you finally get yourself to stand and run out the room. How will you ever return from that? The nurse tells you what you expected. After your incident, you're required to wear diapers. "Don't worry," she says. Ms. Bell is a long weasel known for a big heart. "Some animals need diapies, and it's nothing to be ashamed of!" She's also known for being patronizing. You cringe. A strong student like you shouldn't wear diapers nor have accidents like this. And will you fit them inside your neat pants? Everyone will see the budge. But everyone's likely heard of your incidents at this point. You're going to be known as that poopy boy dog for the next month. The nurse recommends some brands on the way out, and you begrudgingly jot notes. She provides a couple diapers. Why do those soft white things have to look so comfy… On the way home, you're thinking, what was up with your tail? The nurse told you not to worry; body changes happen when you're experience bowel destress. But you're very confused by it. You'll have to cut a larger tail hole in your pants tonight. “We got a call from the school,” your father says as you hang your coat up. It’s small on you with the curves you’ve got growing in. You don’t know how to respond. “To say we’re disappointed is an understatement,” he continues. “Dad, I’m sorry! It was an accident!” “How can an accident that bad happen?” your mom says and sighs. She’s reclining on the green reupholstered chair in the living room, your dad lying on the brown couch. “You should’ve told us about yesterday’s incident. You don’t need to keep secrets from us, you got that Simon?” “I know. I’m sorry.” “We love you,” Mom says. “This is just so hard to believe. My son, wearing those again?” She sips from her tea mug. You’re looking at the carpeted floor. “Can I be excused to my room? I’ll go put my lunch box away.” “Yes, dinner will be at 6,” Dad says. At dinner, They later agree to purchase some "protective underwear" (you all know its diapers). Your mother locks eyes and comforts you, saying she knows your behavior will improve. You’re on your third bowl of pasta and your mom demands you eat your broccoli first. Damn you’re hungry. Maybe if you eat less, you’d poop less. Or if you eat more, you’ll poop more. You shake the thought away. *** "They're so big" is your first thought dressing the next day. The wrinkled texture is obvious on your kacki pant's back rise. So easily could the diaper's hem peep out, too. Your butt was not this big yesterday. You tuck your white buttoned shirt in and opt for suspenders today. That should keep the diaper in. Your now thick, increasingly striped tail swishes. A couple murmurs, but today's overall gone swimmingly. You almost forget you have the diapers when a certain skunk slides up behind you in the hall. "Ooh, nice! Diapers are the best. Whatch'ya you have on?" Philip speaks with a raspy, toothy lisp. A Charmander plushie dangles on a keychain from his backpack. No, stop it! You shouldn't associate with him. But he's too fast. He pulls down the pants, stretching the suspenders. The plain white diaper shows. "Ooh, that's a good brand. The nurse knows the best stuff. I like ABUs a bit more, though. You got to try them. Holds my poop real well." He grins, eyes gleaming behind his glasses, and he gives a big, smelly hug. You try to wiggle out. Every animal is looking at you now, pointing at your big diaper on your big butt. You want to run. Philip wasn't the brightest animal on the block. Friendly sure, a huge Pokémon nerd, but not your type. You were an academic animal. You weren't a diapered slob. Except at this point, you kind of were. You're confused. You didn't want to be like Philip. But something about being a smelly animal sounded interesting. You're about to be free from his embrace and it's the worst possible timing. A gurgle, but there's practically no warning. A huge log of shit tumbles into your diaper. Despite the suspenders, the back starts to weigh down. Philip squeals with delight. No, don't impress him! All the cats and bunnies and other animals are pointing now laughing. Like yesterday, you can't stop. You keep pushing, stiffening your arms, and it unfortunately feels so good. You like this. You feel your muzzle become stouter somehow. Was your tail getting longer again? Your belly then gets rounder, and your thighs chubbier and mushier. "Oh that's good," Philip says. "Just push it out. You'll feel so much better. Gee, we should be friends!" He walks around behind you, puts his skunk snout right into your diapered behind. "Ahh, that's the stuff. Super fresh and smelly. See you later, stinky pal!" You're not a stinky pal. You don't want to be a stinky pal. Then why did it feel so good to have his muzzle push your poop into your fat ass? You shudder as you try to avoid thinking along this line further. The crowd slowly disperses. Pulling up your pants, you walk along to class. You'll change later. The smell's a bit nice, and maybe your peers won't mind. Philip had a point. Students scootch their desks away in calculus class, but you don't mind it. They seem to smile at you. Even if the smell makes them gag, they think you're kind of cute. A laughing stock, but cute. You have a quiz today, and you know you did worse than you usually do. But it doesn't bother you. Grades feel just a little less important in your head. You smush your butt around in your pampy. Nice and squishy, and still a tad warm too. You blush. You hated the idea of diapers yesterday, but you could get used to this. Others roll their eyes looking at you but still smile. You're just a diapered smelly animal. They do this sometimes. They just love their diapers. When the bell rings and you stand, you swing your pudgy arms rapidly to stop yourself from falling. Was the desk always that cramped? No, it wasn't. You're getting fatter. Dumber and fatter, you reckon. That sounds good. ---No! This isn't how you used to think! Snap out of it! But why fight whatever's "corrupting" you when it sounds so perfect and stupid? That night, you're brushing your teeth and notice yourself in the mirror. Your rounder ears, your forming white stripes: no doubt about it, you're becoming a skunk. A gross, dumb, fat, disgusting skunk. You're not surprised. Everything you've been doing, from each poop all the way back to that massive fart, has been skunk behavior. And you're only going to get skunkier. You pee yourself at the thought, your diapered front turning yellow from your little penis. You drool. You're a skunk boy. It sounds more and more nice and you. You should talk to that Phlip fellow more. He could give you some tips on stupid skunk life. You can’t let your parents know you actually like all this, though. You smile bright when your mom tucks you in to bed. There's something you need to sleep. Where is it? You jump out of the covers and then dig behind your bed into the mess of papers, and of course you're pooping and peeing your diaper as well. And there it is! Your stuffed Anteater. You bring it to your snout and slobber all on it. It's now sopping, but you provide her a massive hug. She's your best friend. You jump into bed in your unchanged diaper and let your scent wafer around the room. Just a good smelly skunk under his covers. You snooze quickly. *** You don't even bother wearing clothes the next day. Your diaper is so pretty and happy on its own, and no clothes makes it easier for the nurse to check your diaper. Today, a massive diaper sags behind you on the floor full of your very own hot poop as you drool. Your skunk conversion is almost complete. Nobody would ever think you were a dog or smart again. You're an extremely poopy, stinky, kind, adorable skunk friend. Walking down the hall, students wave and smile, pinching their noses. They think you're cute! You haven't pooped today yet, but you're farting. They're so explosive now, and you can breathe in poop droplets in the air. There's so tasty; you take a deep breath to get as much as you can. You're a biohazard now, but super sweet. A river of drool winds behind you, so a wet floor sign is placed. A janitor gives you a thumbs up as they start mopping up your drool. You giggle and drool some more. You shit yourself and hug your Anteater stuffy you brought. It's hard to sniff out Phil over the stench of your diaper, but you find him. He's grunting and pooping himself. "Simon!" Philip says, waddling towards you. "Looking awesome. You're a skunk like me!" He's drooling too and holds up a paw to high four. His diaper is also to the floor, swollen with his fine poop. He bends his arms and lets out a loud fart. "Yeah!" Your butt lets out a little toot. "Wanna have a play date sometime?" That word came out so naturally. Strange. "YES! I'm so happy you asked!" He gives a big fat hug to your now black and white pudgy belly. "I got smash and Pokémon and lots of games. Let's come over to my house! Maybe tomorrow? I'd ask my mommy." You don't remember the last time you've been to someone's houses. When was the last time you hung out with your other friends? Those friends you only talked to at lunch. The playdate sounds really nice, and you drool at the thought. "Sure!" Meanwhile, the adults in the room walk around you in the hallway, eyes locked on their destinations. Despite your sharded monochrome fur, you two are the color in the room. "Here's my phone number," Philip says. He scribbles it onto an index card. "Text me if you need help finding my home!" In class the next day you're at your desk, and you can't focus. Your pencil refuses to connect with the page. Meanwhile, you're crapping. The diaper is expanding down beyond your chair. This is what life should be. You feel your intelligence literally pushing itself into the seat of your diaper. Your smarts are draining while you keep pooing. You're a bit anxious at what this means for school, but why should you care when you're so much happier now? You've got a playdate upcoming with Phil! You don't need to be stressed because you don't need to think about stuff that doesn't matter. Just be happy and play and push. Skunks don't think; they stink. You giggle to yourself and smush your mess all around. You're a good skunk. You still had to wonder: why you, why now? But thinking was hard. You didn't need to question this. You sit at your usual lunch table. No one comes. You check your watch. It’s 5 past now. They should be here. Where’s the group? You get up, walk around. Everyone’s eating, but they’re used to autistic kids walking around. You see them. The group is at a different table chatting. There’s still an empty seat. Maybe you didn’t know about the switch? “Can I join?” you ask through your big teeth. “Uh, sure,” a fox says. They don’t talk the rest of lunch. You’re not clueless. You feel icky inside. You’ll sit with Philip tomorrow. That sounds better. Later, you dread math class. What's the point of it? There's no snuggling nor playing. Your other classes at least let you socialize. But the day would end soon enough, and then you'd go to Phil's house for the playdate! Your parents would be a bit suspicious where you were, since you usually come home right after school to attempt starting your homework. So you text them the truth. They've wanted you to find actual friends anyhow. They don't need to know your friend is this skunk. The hours crawl by, but school is done. Philip went home on his own to get things ready. You're outside the house now, and you ring the doorbell. When was the last time you went somewhere new? A tall chubby skunk opens the door. "Hello!" she says. "You must be the new friend Philip has been telling me so much about it. I'm his mother. I feel honored to meet you!" You can't help but notice a diaper peeking out under her green dress. She needs one too? "Uh, yeah." "Come on in! Philip's on the couch waiting. I'll prepare you two some smoothies while you play." "Thank you, miss." You want to hate her overbearingness, but it feels kind of nice. "Oh, call me Samantha. Or Philip's mommy, if you prefer. Jess is Philip's momma. We differentiate that way." She laughs. You're not sure who Jess is, but a voice disrupts this thought. "SIMON!!" Philip says. In the entertainment room, he's got all the shades drawn and the happiest grin on his snout. His diaper takes up half the couch. You run towards him on plop on the couch. You each give a big hug. You can't help it! Is this how good real friendship feels? Why don't your main friends meet up, let alone hug each other? "I got Smash ready! And of course the GameCub controllers~" he points to an elaborate setup with a GameCub adapter you've only heard of in internet discourse. "Oh cool. I've never played Smash, so sorry if I'm awful." "You've NEVER PLAYED SMASH?" he says. Drool leaks from his muzzle in his shock. "Okay, we need to fix this. I call Pikachu." You're in the middle of a match when Samantha walks in. Philip grumpily pauses the game. "Who wants apple and banana smoothies!" "Me! Me!" Philip say. His mother bends down and gives him a kiss. He grabs the smoothie and starts slurping on the metal straw. "And for you," she says as she paws you one. Not to be rude, you take a slurp immediately. "This is so good!" you say. "I know, my mommy makes the best smoothies" Philip says proudly through his drinking. There had to be a catch here. Your mother would’ve told you to get your own drink, lazy butt. Here, Philip is playing and his mother provides him a snack. It’s really sweet, but maybe unnatural. Your parents have the right smart parenting, you know that. You play for hours. Prime homework times passes, though it's not like you would've gotten yourself started anyways by now. You're falling into it. You're maining Kirby, slurping on Samantha's apple and banana smoothie, and you love it. You never had any consoles at home because your parents said they're time suckers. But this is amazing! "Another match! Another match!" you shout. "Of course, bud!" Philip says. "Actually," Samantha says, now in front of the TV, "It's Philip's feeding time. You can join if you want. I'll give diaper changes afterwards!~" She sings Feeding time? Before you can respond, Samantha squishes herself between you and Philip. No, you’re a friend! But then the strangest thing happens. She pulls off her dress, revealing her loose thighs. She has massive breasts, and Philip happily latches. His muzzle starts moving. No, no, no, no... You don't want to be rude, but you can't join this. She's not your mother. Despite how nice she is, your parents are at 17 Banyard's Street and you should return home. You sit there and watch curiously. Nursing, at this age? But Phil really loves it. You hear purrs and grunts between his suckles. It's so intimate. You drool a bit. Maybe you could ask your mom to play a board game or something. But you know she finds them boring. You hear a squelch, and you notice Philip's mother stiffen a bit. She can't have pooped herself, can she? But she is, and is still doing so. Philip is nursing his mother as she messes herself. He's likely to mess himself soon after. It's really sweet. "I'm home!" a voice sounds from the front door. You see a yellow cat approach. Your eyes are trained now, and beneath black pants is a diaper bulge. This must be Jess, Philip's other mom. You wonder how your parents would act around these two. “They’re corrupting lunatics!” you can hear you dad shout. "Awww," Jess says. She leans a paw against a doorway beam. "Looks like two are a bit busy right now. And who are you?" "...I'm Philip's friend." "A friend! Philip has a friend? That's wonderful!" Jess says. Samanatha gives her a look that means business. Jess controls herself. "I mean, of course Philip has a friend. We're so happy to have you over." She yawns. "I'm beat from work, but I can help make dinner later, Sammy." Fudge, it’s late! "Oh my, I've got to get home! Family dinner and stuff." "Would you like a ride?" Samantha has Philip detach himself, much to his disappoint. You don't want to trouble them, but a ride would lessen how late you are and in return how mad your parents will be. "Yeah, that would be nice. *** "A new friend," your father says as he stab a big fork into steak. "Yeah," you lisp. Your plate has steak, a salad, and mashed potatoes. Only the mashed potatoes looks particularly appetizing. Are your tastes changing, too? "We got a call from the school," your mother says. You freeze. You want to grab your anteater stuffy from your backpack and hug her tight so bad. Oh gosh, what did they say? She continues. "They want to place you in Special Ed classes. Says that a skunk like you needs extra help. Your grades are slipping." Special Ed? You were in those classes back in elementary. They tried to teach you to socialize, but really you missed class time and felt ostracized. You can't go back there! "No child of mine will be a skunk," your dad says after a big bit. "I don't care how your body is changing. You're a dog and you better act like it." Run. You want to run so bad. You're not a dog: you're a skunk. Stop talking, stop talking. You cover your ears. "No listen to me, young man," your father snaps. "If your grades don't improve, we're kicking you out. You're an adult, and if you don't want to value your education, maybe it's time for you to experience the real world. You got that?" Please stop. You're wailing now. What a baby you've become... "Oh stop your crying," your mother says. “You’re a grown-up.” "You got it?" your dad asks. "Yes! I understand!" "Good," he says. "Get your act together, Simon. I'm not fucking kidding." He talks as he chews. "And put some clothes on, for God's sakes." Your mother smiles again and turns to your dad. "So how was work, Mark?" *** You sit down next to Philip in Special Ed. Of course he's here, too. You're kinda glad about that. You're wearing a collared shirt with a tie. The fabric is spreading between the buttons due to the weight you've put on, but you overall look professional. Your diaper is hidden under your pants, and there's only a wetting in there as far as you're aware. "Woah Simon, what's with the getup?" he says. The teacher hasn't walked in yet. "I'm trying to be mature again. I was taking this skunk thing too far." You sigh. "Maybe you should too---we could be friends that way. I could show you to my parents!" Philip shakes his head. "Snap out of it, Simon! This isn't you. You're a good skunk and you know it!" "Only since a week ago." "And it's been a great week! I'm so glad I wished for us to be friends." Your ears pop up. You’re sweating. "...What do you mean, wish?" "Oh," Philip chuckles. He picks his nose a bit. "I went to the library, which I normally only do to get Sonic comics, and found a silly spellbook I thought meant nothing. The page I flipped to said the spell could fulfill your dreams, so I wished we could be friends. I only realized yesterday at the playdate that the spell made you more skunky too, huh!" "You did what!?" You're steaming as you wet yourself. "Did you know you ruined my life? I was one of the best students in this school. Now I've got shit for brains and my parents are pissed!" You laugh to clam down. "Well, at least I know a way to maybe fix this, if that book has some counter spell." "Heh, pissed." Philip laughs. You just stare. "Sorry, bad time?" he says. "I didn't think it would actually do anything! "And how could I know it would skunkify you?" "Well of course it did. Only a skunk would be friends with you." Crap, you said that. And you can't take it back. Philip's breaking. His eyes start watering. Then he wails. "My momma is friends with me, and she's a cat. I thought you liked being a skunk. You were so much happier. You looked sad in class before and I thought you needed a friend." “I wasn’t sad! I loved class!” Yet did you still? Some other Special Ed kids are looking at you both now. The conflict had gotten loud. "But it's obviously wrong," you say. The teacher walks in, and you turn away from Philip. He's still looking at you, though. You can feel his eyes. The class consisted of making figures out of shaving cream to express how you feel. Philip kept wanting to show you his creation, but you ignored him. This was training to be a stronger dog. You barely make it to the bathroom in time to mess in a toilet for once. You spend your afternoons the next few days looking for that spellbook in the town library. You hadn't thought magic was real, but here you are searching for witchcraft and again ignoring your homework. The math problems had been so hard lately, and as much as you knew it was giving into your variety of skunkhood, you procrastinated on it. Your searches held no fruit. That book was nowhere. Shelved somewhere among the countless books, or perhaps sent to another branch. You head home once to find a suitcase packed by the door. "You're moving out," your mother says calmly from the kitchen. "What?" you stammer. "You heard her," your father says. He's in the living room playing a game on his tablet. "The house stinks, you look awful. We're sending you out. Go lose some weight, get a job. It'll do you some good. Then you can finish school." "Please, daddy, pwease! I'm twying weallyth hard!" You have a classic skunk lisp now from your large buck teeth. "Well it's not enough," your father says. "I expect great improvement from you." You don't know to process this. It's horrible. You're tearing up as you run upstairs to gather whatever you need most. (It's mostly your studded animals.) You can't fit all your diapers, so you hope whatever you go has them. Where are you going? A hotel? A park? You're shaking. You're too small for this. You're just a little skunk. Madly you rip off all the suit and tie you had forced yourself into. What's the point when it didn't work? Your parents don't want you. You realize who you need to call. No, would he even want to talk? He had every right to reject you after you told him off. He skunified you accidentally, but shouldn't have said the stuff you said. But you needed something. It was the only light you knew. You dig into your contacts---how long would your parents pay for your phone plan?---and find Philip. You didn't have many contacts. You pause for the longest time before a bean taps call. "Oh, hi Simon! How you feeling?" His tone seems fine. "I'm okay. But I need a place to stay. My parents are kicking me out. I know we just fought, but---" "They're kicking you out!? They can't do that!" "They can. I'm 19. They said the real world would do me some good." "The real world is with friends. Hang on, I'm getting my mommies." You hear some shuffling and some muffled dialogue. Then Philip picks up the phone again. "Mommy can drive over to pick you up. Are you packed?" "Yeah," you say. You look to your still made bed and your oak dresser with worn clothes. There's a lot in this room you wouldn't be taking. "Aren't you mad at me?" "Nah, it's hard being a skunk boy. I understand." He pauses for a bit. "I wish more animals were nice like my mommies. They're a lot nicer about me needing diapies." "They do seem good with it," you say. "Listen," Philip says. "I'm sorry that I made you a skunk. I didn't mean to, but it happened. But I hope we can still be friends." You know some magic beyond comprehension played into all this. But right now, being his friend was what sounded worth living for. You pee yourself. "I really want that." *** Your parents said nothing when you walked outside and entered Samantha's car. It was the same one she had dropped you off in only a few days ago. But now you were being taken to her home. "Simon, I'm so, so sorry your parents are treating you this way. No parent should. As a mother, it's enraging to see." "Thanks, Samantha." You see the trees whip by. Cold air flows in by the October breeze. "Jess and I are happy to help. Stay as long as you need. We can get an extra bed. You can even call us momma and mommy if you'd like." "I—" you don't know how to respond. "I'm not your child. I'm a failed dog who was cursed to be a skunk. And for some reason, I like it." Despite everything happening, you admit this to yourself. You like being a skunk. You're a good boy. You can feel a fart coming. You're still crying from earlier. "Philip told us about that," Samantha says with a sigh. She looks at your through the rearview mirror genuinely, then back at the road. "What he did was wrong, magic-ing your mind like that. As much as we wanted him to find friends, that's not the way to do it. We can find the book for you." "No," you say nervously, scratching your fuzzy arm. "I don't want it. I want to be a skunk. And I want to be friends with Philip." "You sure?," Mommy says. “If you change your mind, we can look for it.” You wipe away some tears and drool. “I’m swure for now." You pull at the lot, and Momma and Philip are on the front porch. Philip stumbles forward to give you a hug. "Simon! You're here!" You hug back tight in return. "Yeah! I am here. I am okay!" It's so much to think about. Mommy and Momma start talking to each other. "We get to have an eternal playdate," Philip says. "We can be brothers! Isn't the awesome? We get to play with all the time!" You think about what your future here means. Protection from the horrors of homelessness. Snacks and cuddles with Philip. Nursing on your mothers. Family movie nights and lots of hugs. "Yeah," you say. "It is awesome." You smile. Philip dances in circles around you. Your mommies hold the door open, and you two skunk boys head inside to play and sleep.

Cody couldn't believe the humilating position he found himself in. After finding out his college roommate Vincent wears and uses diapers. He told all his classmates. Unfortunately the next morning he found himself strapped down to the his bed naked and standing next to his bed was his college roommate in just a thick diaper. Vincent told him how Cody humiliated him and everybody was calling him diaper boy. Also had girls slap his padded ass or pull back his pants waistband to give him a diaper check. He told Cody how much he loved diapers but it was supposed to be a secret. Now that it was out Cody's roommate decided it's time for some revenge. So he told Cody that now it's time teach him a lesson and that now they will becoming much more closer then just roommates. Vincent was now going to be Cody's master. Cody saw Vincent holding something his hands and then saw it was a chastity cage. Cody's roommate laughed then slowly started to attach the device to Cody's member. Vincent said from now on Cody will do what he says if he ever wants to make cummies ever again but unfortunately Vincent wasn't done with Cody just yet. He climbed on top of Cody then planted his diaper butt right infront of Cody's face. Cody then heard rumbling but it wasn't coming from his tummy. It was Vincent's tummy. Cody knew what his roommate was about to do. Vincent looked back at Cody and smiled then said "I made sure to have a big nice breakfast today. Some taco bell breakfast! Now your going to get a front row seat and get to take a nice whiff of my stinky butt". Cody begged for Vincent not too but it was too late. He heard a huge loud fart echo from Vincent's diaper then heard a big slush of mess enter the diaper. Vincent's diaper butt expanded getting closer and touching Cody's face. Then Vincent lifted up and said "smell the roses" then plopped hid stinky butt on Cody's face! Cody smelled the terrible odor coming from his roommates diaper. After smelling his roommates diaper. Vincent got up and then said "I got a special treat for you. Well two I should say so let's start with a nice warm enema. You better hold it in too. No going or il put my filthy dirty diaper around that head". Vincent grabbed Cody's legs and lifted them up and exposing his butthole. Vincent smiled "Here let me help lube it up" Vincent then tounges Cody's butthole making Cody squirm and get hard. Cody's hard dick strains against the cage and starts to precum like crazy from the rim job. "Daww looks like somebody loves their butt getting attention. If you love that you'll enjoy my toys but we can do that later time for your treat. Bottoms up" Vincent laughs sticking the enema inside Cody and then releasing all into Cody's tight ass. Cody could feel it filling up. He couldn't believe how real this was. He was a Dom not no sissy sub boy. Vincent then took out the enema and then could see Cody squirming. "Now now you better hold it in. Be a good boy for me. You can release it all out once we get your fresh diaper on" his roommate chuckled. Cody eyes widened and begged Vincent not to put a fresh diaper on him. Vincent smiled "hmmm ok fine I won't put you in a fresh diaper then if you say so". Cody felt relieved. Vincent then took off his messy filthy diaper and Cody almost gagged from how bad it smelled but then Cody noticed Vincent lowering the dirty diaper on the bed. And lifting Cody's legs in the air. In Cody's horror he saw Vincent place the monster filthy diaper underneath his butt. Cody then yells "Wait I don't want to wear yours! You said you wernt going to diaper me! Please don't do this!" Vincent then laughed "Well from your words exactly you said you didn't want to wear a fresh diaper. So im giving you what you want. Putting you in a "DIRTY" diaper haha". Vincent then lowered Cody's butt into his messy diaper. Then tapped Cody up. He then untied Cody and them lifted him up and planted Cody on his knee and bounced him just like a baby. So diaper slut how do you like my dirty diaper. Cody didn't say anything he was too grossed out from what was happening but something felt good. He couldn't help but moan. Something about the filthy dirty diaper felt so good. He couldn't explain why. He tried to not enjoy it but his dick strained and precummed more. He just started moaning more and more. "My my somebody really loves my dirty diaper. This is new. I was not expecting you to enjoy this so much. Btw Cody turn around and smile for the camera" Cody turned around and saw a friend of Vincent holding a camera aiming at him and his dirty pampers. Cody tried to cover his face but it was too late. Vincent laughed "Now lets see we got footage of you enjoy my poopy diaper and expressing it on camera. So here's the deal Cody! Your going to be my sissy diaper slut from now on. Every day after class I will diaper you up in a diaper or if your lucky my dirty diaper. And we will have lots of diaper play! If you don't do what I say then the whole school will see this video of you enjoy my dirty diaper! So do we have a deal?" Cody couldn't believe his roommate blackmailed him but he couldn't exact say no. So he agreed to the conditions of his new life to save his dignity. Unfortunately Cody felt a stranger sensation. He forgot about the enema that was given to him and held his tummy. Vincent noticed then said "oh perfect timing looks like you ready to add your own mess to your diaper. Well let's get you to the couch and get the camera set up. One video isn't enough. Got to have a backup just incase. But before that let me just quickly draw on the back of your diaper" After Vincent drew on Cody's diaper, he took him to the couch then Vincent put on his pup hood. And place Cody over his lap. Then the camera started recording and perfectly on time. Cody started to fill his already filthy diaper with his own stinky poo. The diaper surprisingly held it all. Then Vincent started to rub Cody's diaper butt squishing all the poo that was mixed against his butt. The mess started to move towards the front. And Cody started to moan from the rubbing. The camera captured it all even the drawing on Cody's diaper butt that said "diaper loading" with a bar half colored in with a 79% written under the bar. Cody couldn't believe that this was his new life now! He better be lucky that Vincent doesn't start making him wear diapers to class.

List ways of becoming a stinky diaper boy! Use your imagination.

So. Messy diapers. We all love 'em, right? But not all of us love dealing with them after we're done with the ruined garments. I always wrap them in triple grocery bags before throwing them away in the garbage bag I have in my room, but even that sometimes isn't enough to prevent smells from escaping, leading to a sudden trip to the dump. Well, one day I was at work, cleaning a rather nasty toilet, and Inspiration hit me: could toilet bowl cleaner help cut down the smell? So, the next few times I had a messy diaper, I squired a liberal amount of the stuff into the diaper before wrapping it up and disposing of it in my usual way. And I think it worked pretty well? I don't have a very strong sense of smell, so it's hard for me to. Judge just how effective this method is. But I had 3 poopy diapers in my garbage bag at the same time and my GF (whom I share a bedroom with) never complained. So... Success? I'd love to hear if other people have tried this and if it works as well as I think it does. 😅

"I can't believe mom is making me take you on this stupid doll factory tour!" Cody whined. His sister Amanda says "Well I been wanting to go to this for awhile plus they got new dolls being made and it's a huge surprise. Something thats never been done!" They both start walking with the lady of rhe tour. Cody bored decides to go on his own tour. He quickly evades the group and his sister. His sister is too focused to on tour to notice he's gone. Cody finds a room labeled "keep out secret testing in progress". Cody intrested goes in and it's super dark but can hear machines going. The lights then come on and couldn't believe his eyes "he saw life like dolls same size of him but they were robots looked so real like humans. They were all in packaging except one was ripped open. "I wonder who opened this" Cody confused. Then from behind two arms grab him its the doll that was missing from the box "well well well looks like I found my replacement. No way I'm going to be somebody's baby dolly but I'm sure you'll be perfect for them" The doll takes him to this slide and throws him down "have fun with your new life. I'm about to start my own new life" the doll chuckles. Cody slides down then lands on a conveyor belt. A robot size doll that's bigger then him scans him. "Hmm I don't remember boys being part of this baby doll project but I guess they are going for sissy baby. Well let's get you ready and set to go" The robot grabs Cody but before Cody could say anything she sticks a pacifier in his mouth. "Now now no talking back its time to put you in a nice thick diaper but first we got to shave you down there" The robot then shackles him down to a chair and a bunch of hands rip his clothes off leaving him butt naked. The robot then grabs him and puts him across his knee. Cody trys to fight but the robot spanks him on the butt. Cody crys and immediately stops moving. Now lets shave those boy bits. The razor comes down and shaves his balls, dick, and butt hole. "There thats better but I think I feel someone is getting hard we can't have that can we. Now I'm going to remove your pacifier and if you try to talk back it goes right back in". Cody complies with the robot then waits for his next fate. The robot grabs a baby bottle filled with a little of milk then grabs his dick then lubes it up. And starts milking Cody till he makes loads of cum in the bottle. Cody felt so good he couldn't fight back. His orgasm was so amazing but them the robot grabs a chastity cage for his small soft dick. "Now we can't have you playing with yourself. Your new owner will decide when to unlock you. So be a good baby" the robot then locks his dick up and feeds him the bottle full of his cum and milk. "You got to be big and strong so protein was important for your milk". Cody can't believe he just drank his own cum. The robot then gets a giant thermometer but this one wasn't for mouth it was for rectal. Cody whines "Hey come on please no not that! " before he could back away the robot flipped him on his back and stickes thermometer up his butt. Cody could feel his dick precumming from feeling the thermometer hit his prostate. "Let's see well you look pretty healthy but ewww gross. Seriously do you not wipe your butt or clean down in that butthole. No no you need to be cleaned but also taught a lesson". The robot reveals a enema bag then grabs a diaper. "It's time for you to get a first experience of using your diaper at least!". The robot sticks the enema up his butt then starts shooting the water up his butt. She then diapers him up and plants him on her knee. "Now show mommy what a good girl does in her diaper". Cody tried to hold it but his butthole failed and realized a toxic messy wet poopy into his diaper. Cody cried like a baby while the robot laughed and bounced him. "Get use to it. I'm sure your owner will enjoy you so much. You look so embarrassed and blush it's so cute!" The robot then changes his diaper and wipes his butt hole very well. Before she diapered him she slipped a suppository up his butt. Then gets him dressed. Putting a small skirt barely coveting his diaper. And a shirt that says sissy boy on it. She then carries him to a box and ties his hands and feet up. "Well it's been fun but let's show you off. I'm sure someone will buy you". She put him on a conveyor which leaded to a show room. Which everybody was starring at him laughing. They couldn't believe their eyes but that wasn't even worse part. His sister Amanda saw him and approached the box. "Hey il take him please". Cody then says "omg Amanda am I glad to see you. Hey you got to untie me from this and get me out of here and....*click*" Amanda took a picture with her phone. "Now listen here sissy diaper boy I'm now in charge and your going to do what I say from now on or I can send this to all your friends" Cody scared "come on Amanda you can't do this I'm your big brother. You cant... ugh..." Cody felt the suppository taking effect. He couldn't poop himself infront of his sister. His sister smiled and knew what he was about to do. "Well looks like the baby needs to go boom boom. Daww well you are wearing a diaper go ahead show your new big sister how to fill a diaper" she then hits record on her phone to capture everything. Cody let's out a huge fart then his diaper starts to drop down from all the poo entering his diaper. "Noo this can't be happening. Im not a baby." Cody whined. Amanda smiled "peeeyeww baby bro you sure know how to pack them diapers like a pro. Looks like I got a fun pic and a video too. Here's the deal if you don't want both of these out. I mean the video is going to be way worse then picture but your going to tell mom that you want to bond with me more by being my new diaper doll toy. And... wait what's this" Amanda spots a key on the box that reads "key to chastity cage" Amanda laughs "oh my gosh I heard about these. Wow now your really going to be all mine. If you ever want to wank your little wee wee off then I suggest you better listen to everything I say. Also we got to get home my friends are coming over and I can't wait to show them to you. Plus il need help changing that stinky diaper. Gosh who knew boys took big dumps"

After being put in diapers by machines. Cody falls down onto the conveyor and accidently poops his diaper. The machine detects it and thinks cody is a dirty diaper. So it grabs him giving him a huge poopy diaper wedgie then throws him in the diaper pail with the rest of dirty diapers. Art piece by jigarvasani

I know this is sick to most people. But when I was younger, I was obsessed with searching for poopy diapers in dumpsters, or parks and other places where kids played. The smell of them triggered my baby side to come out because it reminded me of my youth when my diaper fetish started as a little boy. My diaper hunt was happening when diapers were still made with plastic backing. I would sometimes drive crazy distances if I spotted one on the side of the road coming back from a trip with my parents and sister. Then I would take a snapshot of the place in my head and go back to get it. I didn't ever wear them, but I liked smelling them while I played in my diaper.

I’m new to this forum and I’m curious to have some questions answered. I’ve preferred diapers since I was very young, but even now, I’m still not entirely sure why. I never cared for other babyish things like pacifiers, cribs, or even acting like a baby at all. I just want to wear diapers. That’s all. All I do know is I feel less self-conscious, along with feeling extra playful, when I wear a diaper. Also, I always enjoyed the sensation of pooping my diaper, way more so than wetting. (Never really cared to unless it was necessary.) But, why? I have a lot of questions as to why I enjoy diapers, but this is one that I always end up stuck on. I’m just trying to better understand my interests, because even though I’ve accepted it as a part of who I am, I’m still clueless as to why I feel the ways I feel. Any ideas?

I am getting back into messing and want to know the best way to get a semisoft poop, so far I have been constipated and have had ittle nuggets about the size of beads to large marbles and want it to be a smooth and easy push, I have figures out that cheese is not helping so I have stopped eating that, what do I take to go get a good large poop that will filll my diaper, P.S. I am a very picky eater so diets are hard for me to change

Looking to be diaper friends with someone. I got a bunch of diapers. I live with family so hosting may be hard. Don

Hey guys im new to the forum and i was curious to see what everyones favorite postion to mess there diapers in and what they do after they fill them (ex:sit in it, roll around, pretend nothing happend,ex...) I usualy like squatting but i wanna know if anyone has fun, unique ways they poop there diapys. also i was wondering what types of things u guys do after u fill up. If anyone has any cute ways they mess themselves feel free to share -BabyZachy

If you could be small again and diapered by anyone famous (doesn't have to be super famous) who would it be? Also, what would be a stinky diaper scenario that would be your favorite? Perhaps one where you poop in the diaper at the line of the super market? Or maybe you hide in the morning after waking up to a mess in your dide. Whats your perfect stinky dide situation and how would you want it to play out?

David and Naomi James are happily married with 2 kids. Skylar was 16 and becoming quite the handful.

I'm a new Daddy looking for a sweet little princess to baby online. I have experience changing diapers both wet and messy. We could RP or just talk about how our days are going. If you want someone to take care of you, I am your guy.

This is a story I wrote a long time ago, I've always wanted someone to continue where I left off and see where they take it. I apologize for any grammatical errors, I haven't really gone through and fixed any mistakes but I'm sure there are plenty. It was late afternoon in May and like usual, Timmy was enjoying a ride on his bike through the bike bath behind his neighborhood. Of course it being May, a lot of the late spring rainstorms had been in the forecast so Timmy's mother warned him to be careful. Of course being young and naive, he didn't think much of a "rain storm", after all its just water. He has always passed a turn on the bike path that he was always afraid to go onto, it was a dirt path that went so far into the woods that you couldn't even see the end because it went so far. Being the curious young boy that Timmy was, he decided to embark on this mysterious path regardless of how scared he had previously been of it. As he was carefully cruising along the old beaten path, he began to feel some rain drops hitting his face and it only started to come down heavier and heavier. Timmy could hear loud roars of thunder from above and lightening starting to to strike from the clouds. This was a good indication for Timmy that he should start to head back home and fast. As he put pressure on his bike brakes, one of the tires must have hit a rock and the tire had popped and Timmy lost control of his bike so he quickly jumped off, avoiding a painful crash to the ground. As he though his situation couldn't get any worse, a lighting struck not to far in front of him, that was so loud Timmy was frozen for a bit from being so terrified. He has to think of what to do, leave his bike and come back for it? or try to take it home through this terrible storm. As he glanced around he saw a small an old house that he decided to walk towards, hoping someone would be home so he could stay there until the storm passed. As he approached the old house, he realized the front of his pants were soaked but not like the rest of his body was, it was pee that must have come out from being scared we he saw the lighting strike. He approached the door and reached up high and gave it a couple of hard knocks. Timmy waited about ten seconds and finally the door slowly began to open up. It was an older looking lady, probably around his grandma's age and she was very tall with almost all grey hair. "i'm sorry misses but my bike tire its flat and i do-" she interrupted by saying yes yes young man come inside with a smile on her face. "This is no weather to be out riding a bike especially for a little boy like yourself" the old woman said. I was just wondering if I could use your phone to call my mom so that she could pick me up. "Oh nonsense, you can stay here until it passes I don't mind at all, here let me get you a towel to dry off a bit." Timmy observed the room while the old lady was gone which was decorated with all sorts of old dolls and the kinds of things he would find at his grandmother's house or nanny's place. "Here we go" and before Timmy even realized it, she started to dry his hair and upper area off making sure not to miss a spot. As she moved down to his jeans she noticed that his jeans were almost all dry except for his front area. "Oh my, did you have a little accident?" embarrassed, Timmy said yeah I didn't mean to I just, it was raining and- "its okay young man, these things happen with a comforting voice. Timmy felt so uncomfortable, he had never wet his pants since he was a toddler and for it to be in front of a complete stranger it made it worse. "I have a grandson not too much younger than you yes, he used to come over a lot when he was younger and he used to have accidents all the time". Her telling him this didn't make him feel better whatsoever. "But I made sure it didn't really get on his pants she said to herself" which flew over Timmy's head because he was thinking about how much this situation sucked. "You know I could get you nice and cleaned up and make you some soup, this rain doesn't look like its going to stop for quite a while" Timmy didn't like the sound of that and replied saying "well actually I should get home, my mother would get mad if i was gone too long. He quickly got up and started to walk down the hallway when all a sudden he from behind "you really should stay here young man" and he felt a hand go down the back of his jeans and he was swiftly swung over her shoulder. Timmy began to panic but didn't show it because he was too scared, what this old lady doing to do to me? he stared at the door as she carried him upstairs. His heart was beating so fast. "I really miss having my little boy coming over here and me being able to take care of him like a grandma, so don't worry I'll take care of you for a while". She took him into her room to get a key from her dresser and then carried him back into the hallway, unlocking a door across from her room. When the door opened, a scent hit his nose that was familiar but he couldn't quite remember until he saw what was was in the room. There was elmo and sesame street characters all over the walls, a crib and in the corner to his horror, a changing table fully stocked with very thick disposable diapers, baby wipes, powder and lotion. "Are you going to di di diaper me?". "Yes honey I am, I miss taking care of my grandson and looking after him so we'll both have fun on this rainy day" with smile. This was anything but fun, Timmy was nervous to have some old lady he never met diaper him! let alone anyone diaper him at all! She slowly lowered him to the changing table, tightly strapping his waist down to make sure he didn't fall. Keep in mind, Timmy is a very small boy for his age so he fit the changing table like a glove. The old woman began to untie his shoes and unbutton his pants to which he back to kick a little. When she pulled of his underwear she lifted his butt and gave him a light swat on the butt which let Timmy know that she wasn't messing around and he stopped immediately. She started by opening a box of wipes and started wiping his pee pee, and inner thighs where the pee had trickled down. She was smiling at him and cooing saying things like "grandma's gonna get her little boy allll cleaned up isn't she? he could feel her soft and wrinkly hand around his ankles and for a slight second, Timmy had a little deja vu. He could remember being a toddler and his grandmother diapering him and cooing to him and teasing him too. But then he snapped back into reality as she started to sprinkle baby powder all over his rear. "This will make your wittle butt smell nice and fresh!" she said with enthusiasm. Finally she opened up a larger pack of huggies disposable diapers that must have been leftovers from her grandson along with all the other items. She slid the diaper under his butt and slowly lowered it onto the thick diaper which to Timmy's surprise, didn't feel to uncomfortable but regardless didn't want to be in the situation that he was in. She then pulled the diaper between his legs and snugly taped it together. "There! now your all clean in your nice diapee, grandma's gonna get you dressed now." She then pulled out a footed sleeper that had fur on the inside to help stay warm and slid Timmy into it. She then swung Timmy back over her shoulder and patted his very thickly diapered bottom as she carried him into the living room and set him down on the couch, turning on the tv to some cartoons. "You sit here like a good boy and grandma's gonna make you some food for your wittle tummy" she said, poking him in the stomach that did not make him laugh. Thirty minutes passed and finally she took him into the kitchen so that he could eat. Timmy was very hungry and ate the soup as if he never eaten before, not even caring that he was in a diaper at some old woman's house in a high chair, none of that mattered at the moment. About ten minutes after eating, Timmy could feel the urge to poop and very badly. It was probably from the huge dinner he had the previous night. Naturally, he walked to the bathroom to go relieved himself but the door was locked! the reality of the situation had sunk in, this old lady was going to diaper and baby me and I can't do a think about it! His stomach began to act up again and Timmy slowly walked into her basement so that she wouldn't she him. He looked all around downstairs for a bathroom but it was hopeless. Accepting defeat, Timmy waited about a half hour and could wait no more, he had to poop. He slowly couched to his knees and began to push as hard as he could and could feel the soft poop filling up and expanding his diaper. He was trying to make sure that this mess didn't spread so make sure that he was crouching. Right as he finished, he heard the door open and he quickly while trying to avoid his mess from getting bigger. He heard her calling for him playfully. "I think I smell a stinky little boy down here that needs his wittle butt cleaned by his grandma!" she said in a playful manner. The basement was kind of dark with furniture all around so it was east to hide but at the same time it was hard to see where she was coming from. "Phew! you left grandma a little sunrise didn't you?" he could hear he getting close but was sure that he was perfectly hidden under an old office desk. All of a sudden he felt her pick him up under his arms and brought her nose against his butt. "Did you make a poopy in your diaper for grandma? she said as she teased him and held her nose. Timmy wanted to crawl in a hole and die but he also couldn't like to himself that it would be nice to get out of this stinky diaper. She carried him up to the living room and when he thought she was going to take him upstairs to change him, she took him over to her rocking chair and placed him on her lap making the poop spread evvverywere. Grandma is gonna finish sowing her her bib she made just for you and then we'll get you all cleaned up. She was moving her knee up and down which kept making his mess bigger and bigger, spreading the poop up his butt, tummy and a little up his back too. Finally she said "phew, your diaper really wants me to know it needs to be changed" and with that she carried him back upstairs to the changing room again. She strapped him down and began to take off his sleeper, exposing his sagging diaper the air. She untaped him diaper and pulled back the huge mess that he carried around his butt for the last hour. She kept looking at the mess and sating "shoowee!" and then looking at him with her nose wrinkled. She did this back and forth a couple of time before using the diaper to wipe off a little bit of the excess poop from his rear and tossing it in the trash. She then lifted his legs by ankles again with her wrinkly but soft hands, and began to softly wipe his butt clean. Alex almost didn't find this as bad as the first time and found it quite nice actually and started to think to himself, maybe I could in time enjoy this? it feels like i'm a baby again and someone is giving me all of their attention and I don't have to worry about making mistakes or anything. "You made grandma use half the box your stinky wittle butt! Maybe I can call Nancy and tell her to pick some up for me before she comes over today" wait, what?! Timmy said to himself inside. Who was this Nancy woman?? He didn't know how he felt about that but again he had absolutely no control of the situation. This old lady is keeping me for a while and i'm going to have to accept that it is possible that I might get seen in diapers by another woman and quite possibly even changed by her too! he gulped. The old lady then opened up some baby lotion and began to apply it to his inner thighs and all along his butt cheeks too. She then sprinkled a nice amount of powder all over his butt again. Finally, she got out another diaper and placed it under his now cleaned behind and pulled it through his legs and taping it very tight and snug. "Grandma's little boy is all nice and clean isn't he? isn't? she then began to blow on Timmy's tummy to which he couldn't help him self but let out some uncontrollable giggles. You decide what happens next