Thread by @jack_kitsune

Reposting this thread cause I really should've done it here in the first place. Wrote it up for @Argipamps but maybe some more people would appreciate it a little more safely on my AD.

It's a long and very weird story with diapers, bondage, and inanimate TF.

It all starts with a big, thick diaper. Huge. Massive.

You can wiggle your way in and tape it up nice and snug, but your legs won't close once it's done.

You waddle around with some effort, but you're not going anywhere fast.

A diaper that big would be a huge waste if it went unused, so you go ahead and use it. Just a little at first, but it'll get easier once you've relaxed.

It does get easier the second time; easier than you even expected, actu- whoa, okay. Didn't realize you had that much in you.

You're not sure where it's coming from by the third- four- fifth time... Actually, it isn't stopping.

Before you can process what's going on, you bear down reflexively and fill the back. Not the slightest hesitation once your bowels give even the tiniest hint of movement.

It starts to happen so frequently and so rapidly that you hardly have any time to recover between each increasingly heavy bowel movement and flooding.

You end up on all fours, panting and grunting in desperation - it's as if it's coming out of you in one constant flow.

Although strangely not as big as you'd expect, the diaper has grown and swollen to accommodate it all. If the smells and sounds weren't enough, the size, shape and colour of it is more than enough evidence of what's going on.

(Defcon 3 weirdness coming up, fair warning)

In your distracted desperation, you didn't notice that the diaper has started to creep up your waist and down your legs.

The plastic spreads, slowly covering you up in snug, crinkly padding along with the ever-growing load inside.

By the time you realize what's going on, your feet have gotten covered in the thick, soft padding and it's creeping up your chest.

Your surprise is met by another powerful urge to mess and flood the padding, which distracts you again so that it can continue to spread.

And spread it does, as the contents start to fill the rest of the padding that your body is encased within. It's warm and soft, as you'd expect, but in places you wouldn't expect.

Strangest of all is that you don't feel your clothes any more. Just the padding and its contents.

Your arms are now covered in thick, damp padding, while you continue helplessly bearing down and filling the thick diapersuit more and more.

The tight fit of the crinkly, wet padding forces the soft mess to spread all around you, filling every bit of it.

Any time you make an effort to get yourself out of this situation is met with stronger, more desperate urges to the point of distraction.

Your meager struggles get you nowhere; your hopelessly mittened paws now have no purchase on the tapes that seal it around you.

As you pant and grunt in desperation, covered in the thick straitcoat made of padding and full of your own uncontrollable pottying, you feel the plastic around your neck stretch and creep up past your chin. Your legs get tugged together, and your arms fasten to your side.

Once it seals up around your head, you can't see a thing. The tight padding encases you completely, leaving you to enjoy the feel of the well-used suit, as well as the smells and sounds that surround you.

(Defcon 1 weirdness coming up. I'm serious.)

Without any way to see what's happening, you focus on how the suit feels around you. You're somehow naked inside of it, and it seems to get tighter and tighter with each passing moment. Your desperate use of the diaper comes natural to the point that you hardly feel it any more.

The padding starts to squeeze you harder than you thought possible, but it doesn't feel wrong, nor uncomfortable.

As it presses down on you, it forces the soft, loaded, used padding against you - to the point where you start to lose sense of where you end and the mess begins.

You shift and squeeze and contort inside your massive diaper, feeling increasingly relaxed and worry-free. Your thoughts eventually go quiet, and all is right.

Several hours later, your roommates turn up to a house that smells like the inside of a diaper pail. Covering their mouths and noses any way they can, they quickly find the culprit: a massive, round, balled-up pamper the size of a large beach ball, sat in the middle of your room.

It's soaked to the core and packed with an unreasonable amount of mess. Who would go to the trouble of using up such a massive diaper and fastidiously taping it up into such a neat, albeit gross package, only to dump it there so nonchalantly?

After calling in some cleaners to handle it, the question would trouble your friends for a very long time. But perhaps, not quite as much as wondering what happened to you, and why you disappeared that very same day.