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Nappy New Years (Forced AR/Diapers) (3/3)

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Keywords diaper 43818, hyper 29693, baby 13646, public 12848, messy 11989, humiliation 7320, abdl 5603, brown 3130, pooping 2996, nappy 2441, full 1941, ageplay 1861, stinky 1696, nonconsensual 1635, messing 1370, regression 1306, smelly 1153, age 1145, shrinking 1143, unwilling 942, poopy 697, degradation 652, curse 637, adultbaby 316, pamper 297, ar 266, hypermess 126, messydiaper 120, hypermessing 48, involuntary 21, adultdiaper 12
´╗┐Previous chapter: https://inkbunny.net/s/2345392
First chapter: https://inkbunny.net/s/2345387

As the clock ticked lower and lower, Nacia and I were pent up with frustration, but our only choice was to comply with a five-year-old’s baby games. We could not believe that we were seriously sitting here, spending our New Years Eve in peed diapers, playing with baby toys, while the adults within earshot were drinking and laughing.
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David forced us each to play with rattles, telling us to “look cute” before he could continue through the toybox. I was disgusted to no end as he handed over a green teething ring, not wanting to imagine how many gross child’s mouths it had been placed it, but I sadly was forced to submit to gnawing my deformed baby teeth on the thing, acting like a teething child in front of all the adults who would not hesitate to glance over and snap a few pictures of our tiny, “playing,” padded forms.
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He would also constantly make comments about our clearly wet diapers, which Nacia and I were both helpless to hide. David would call us soggy, stinky, diaper babies and reach into the playpen to squish our yellowed padding against our crotches. I could not believe how quickly I had fallen to the point where a Kindergarten-age child was teasing me because I had accidentally wet a baby diaper. It was insulting, especially from the person who was just forced to publically poop their own diaper in front of the entire school.
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Our only blessing, seemingly, was the five year old’s short attention span. At first, I was terrified that he would make us spend several minutes playing with each toy in the box, but we soon found him handing over multiple toys at once. Unfortunately, thanks to our expressed concern over it, he seemed to be saving the staff for last, teasing us with its sight, our means of returning to adulthood just out of our reach.
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Gurgle…[/b] Once we were a few toys away from the staff, our bowels would soon begin to rumble, causing us to clench our asses as we played, our bodies quickly growing more and more needy to play. I deeply wished I had gone to the bathroom before stepping through the portal, as my body felt more and more backed up by the second.
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As our bowels started to announce their fullness to us, Nacia and I were very irritably notified of one of the side effects of time travel. Simply put, the farther we go back in time, the universe suffers more strain in order to maintain our souls in the proper time frame, plus processing all of the changes we make to the timeline with every movement. The result is a need to “dump” out the excess strain, in some form of matter debris synthesis. Some time travellers dispose of this extra matter as garbage, or even use it to create useful items like water and food, but the easiest means of disposal is to have the extra debris manifest itself through our bodily functions.
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Normally, especially with shorter trips back in time, our bodies suddenly having a lot more waste to dump is not a problem. At most, it would simply mean that our bathroom breaks take a couple minutes longer than usual, but now that Nacia and I had got ourselves stuck as young babies that had already proven their inability to avoid emptying their bladders into their diapers…
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Blrrrt![/color] I clenched and grunted, trying to hold in the large bout of gas, but my muscles had deformed so much that I was forced to feel the loud, smelly fart announce itself from my asshole, leaving behind a particularly noxious smell.
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“No, no no no… we need thawt staff soon!” My face went completely red as I was forced to smell my flatulence, and the looks from the group of adults indicated that my stinky fart was obvious even across the room. I could not believe that this was happening! Peeing my pants was already super humiliating - there would absolutely be no way that I could actually start using a disposable diaper for the much more disgusting, degrading thing that babies actually wear them for!
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Luckily, as I felt yet another large, noxious fart start to bubble up in my bowels, growing in pressure and causing me to wince in desperation to hold it in… David finally held up Nacia’s staff.
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“You two poopy babies wanted to pway with this?” David giggled, holding it up in the air. Desperately, along with Nacia, I leaped up in the air towards it, trying to grab it from the older boy’s hand, but with his height over my infantile form, the only thing I accomplished was allowing another warm fart to burst through my rectum, flooding the room with yet another awful stench. Frrrrrart! [/i][/color]
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“Seems like one of you really needs to make a warm, squishy mess in their pampers for everyone to smell~” David continued to tease.
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“PWEASE! PWEASE, GIVE ME TAH’ STAFF!” I felt my eyes begin to water up as the staff was just barely held out of my reach. The key to returning home was mere feet away, but thanks to how weak and small Nacia and I had become, we were useless to actually grab it.
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“You’ll get your staff. But first, I want to see one of you show how much you need those diapers to hold your poopy messes.” The small child, that Nacia and I were once several times older than, ordered us.
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“WHAT!?” I screamed in the loudest, most angry voice that I could muster between staving off my bowels and resisting the urge to start crying my head off. “JUST GIVE IT TAH’ US!”
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None of the adults paid any mind, despite my demands for the staff. They only continued to stare at the New Years countdown, as if this humiliating experience was normal for Nacia and I.
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I had never been so insulted in my life! Nacia and I were not babies, and we definitely would not ever wear or use diapers like this! Was this seriously happening to us!? We had already been forced to wet our diapers, was there actually no way out of this mess without unloading our bowels into our padding as well!?
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“Go on - One poopy diaper, and you can have it.” David pat my head as if I was a dog, causing yet another fart to release from my body. Flllllrrrrrp![/i][/color] I did not know how much longer I could manage to hold the disgusting torrent of poop from dropping into my diaper, as my bowels cramped and growled more and more with each second, and with me crossing my legs, grunting uncomfortably in attempts to hold it back, and putting my arms across my chest, David could clearly tell.
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“WE’LL DO IT AFTUH!” Nacia chimed in, her face clearly revealing that she was struggling with holding her poop as well.
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As David simply smirked over at her, Nacia’s blush only grew more red. Her bowels gurgled and she began kicking her legs in a potty dance, not wanting to actually do such a gross thing but panicking over how close we were to midnight.
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“P-Pwease…” Nacia whispered to me. “D-Dow’t tell anybody abouw thish…”
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Nacia continued to growl and wince, slowly spreading her asscheeks. Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head, thinking of how much she despised the very idea of downgrading herself from an adult toilet to a thick baby’s diaper, but before long, she bent over and the onslaught began.
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Spllllfrrrrttttt![/i][/color]
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As loud, bellowing farts began to rapidly erupt from Nacia’s asshole, I watched the seat of her diaper slowly bulge outwards as a large mass pushed its way into the padding. Nacia sobbed more as she was forced to feel a sludgy, steaming-warm mess absolutely fill the seat of her diaper, smearing down her bum to remind her of the disgusting thing that she was doing.
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An incredibly foul smell filled the air as the former adult tried to stop pooping herself, but the second the first smelly load had created a lump in the back of her padding, the mudslide was impossible to hold back. Blort! SPLORTCH![/i][/color]
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Repeatedly, Nacia whimpered and felt thick, heavy loads of poop drop into her diaper, causing the back of it to bloat out more and more to hold the large, muddy mess she was forced to make. A brown stain began to form in the back, joining the awful poopy smell as proof that a former adult was now being forced to relieve herself in a nappy like a baby, growing more and more as she loaded heavier masses of hot mush into the seat of her diaper.
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The crying Nacia was forced to poop herself enough for her diaper to start to sag down her legs in order to hold all the mushy mess she was dumping into it. Pinching my nose in response to the terrible smell of her extremely-well-used diaper, I had hoped for her to finally be done making stinkies soon, but Nacia’s whimpering, embarrassed face indicated that she would be forced to load her diaper for a while yet, and it was already so heavy that it nearly drooped down to her knees.
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“That’s one stinky diaper baby,” David laughed as Nacia suffered in her swampy, poopy mess, still not done using her diapers, before looking over to me.
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“What about you, little pants wetter? Don’t you have to poop yourself too?” A wide grin spread across his face.
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“Huh!?” I replied to him, wincing thanks to my own full bowels and in response to the terrible smell of Nacia’s heavy, lumpy, brown diaper. “You said dat you onwy wanted ONE cwapped diapey, you fweak!”
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“I did,” He giggled, lowering the staff. “But if one little pamper packer can make such a full diaper, how much do you need to be wearing those pampers?”
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“YOU CAW’T JUST CHANGE IT!”
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“Sounds like someone’s a cranky little baby. Do you need your mommy to change you out of your poo-poo-full diapey?” David babytalked me, and I growled.
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There was no way in a million years that I would ever.
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BLRRRRT![/i][/color] With one final, stinky fart, the train of poopy mess causing Nacia to load her diaper to extreme proportions had finished.
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As I looked over to her, I could see the utter pain in her eyes as she was forced to sit in several days worth of squishy, hot mess, all held within the diaper that she had not wanted to wear in the first place. Her diaper was so full of steaming warm sludge that it drooped down to her shins, bulged out behind her for an entire foot, and was so big that her legs were spread far apart by its disgusting mass. The entire padding was a dark, poopy brown, and as she was forced to lug the entire mess around with her, her eyes were twin rivers of sadness. I had never seen a bigger diaper, and it was worn and filled by my twin sister against her will. Every time that she tried to move, a loud SQUELCH![/i][/color] would smear the poop against her bum, and her legs were shaking from how heavy the full diaper was on her infant form.
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...And I was being expected to do something equally as disgusting.
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“Go on, potty pants. Start making your mess, and you can have it.” David once again held the magic staff just out of our reach, teasing us with how helpless we had become to do anything besides act like the tiny, incontinent babies we had become.
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Utterly refusing to reduce myself to such a disgusting level, I continued jumping up to grab the staff. It was only about four feet high, and with some jumps I was able to touch it, but between my small, weak hands that were bad at gripping the toys he made us play with, and my height, it was a useless endeavour. Regardless, it was the only option I had that didn’t involve shitting myself in public.
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“Ty…” Nacia quietly quivered, still crying and not growing any more comfortable in her pamper full of warm, sloppy mush. “...pwease… j-just do it…”
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“ABSOWUTELY NOT! I WEFUSE TO WEDUCE MYSELF TO SUCH A GWOSS WEVEL! I AM AWN ADULT!” I screamed, leaping and grasping for the staff, desperately wishing for my adult strength to return to me. My peed diaper made squishy sounds as I jumped, and I was not interested in making my diaper even more disgusting.
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“I-It’s awmost midnight. Pwease, pwease. I wow’t tell any-” Splrrrortchhh![/i][/color] Nacia’s begging was overshadowed as one last mess of hot, mushy muck dropped into her diaper, causing it to bulge out even more and her sobbing increased.
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“I AWM AN ADULT! I DON’T WEAR AND USE DIAPERS!” In denial, now crying with my eyes as wet as my diaper, I only kept trying to reach the staff, even though it was impossible for me to grab it. I knew that it was impossible, and there was only one way out of this, but I didn’t want to accept it…
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“I know, but pwease!” Nacia screamed, sobbing like a newborn child suffering diaper rash. “THEWE ISH ONWY A FEW SECONDS WEFT BEFOWE-”
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In the midst of trying to climb up the playpen wall and grab the magic staff, I was not listening to anything else. Nacia’s sobs sounded like baby babble, easily buried amongst the sounds of her full, stinky diaper squelching its contents back and forth.
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In the background, I neglected to realize the adults shouting 10... 9... 8…[/b]
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“Sounds like this baby needs to make an extra big stinky for me.” David smirked, lowering the staff.
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5… 4… 3…[/i]
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“NO! I AM NAWT GOING POOPEY IN A DIAPER! I AM NAWT! I’M AWN ADULT! I’M-”
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With the tip of the staff, David roughly pushed me in the chest where I was desperately struggling to hold the large load of muck within my bowels, and I toppled backwards. My muscles were sore from holding in my poopy mess for so long, and the gentle push was too much for me to handle. As I fell, I felt my rectum open up for my baby diaper to be used for its intended purpose…
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2… 1…[/i]
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“NO! NOOOOO-” SPLLAAAAAARTCHHHHHH![/i][/color]
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“Happy New Years!”
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At that point, as I landed on my diapered bum, an ungodly-sized poopy, sludgy mess dropping into my diaper to instantly make it bulge out a couple of inches with muddy muck, I finally processed what was happening, a few seconds too late.
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“WAIT, NO-” BLORRRT![/i][/color] Another heavy load of poop slid through my asshole, and as I felt the warm mush smothering my backside, it slightly lifted me off the ground. The squishy, steaming mess was even worse to feel across my bum than I had expected, a hot swamp of gross goopy sludge being held around my waist, and I was the one creating it.
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My bladder had burst again as I hit the floor, and as the mucky, poopy mess disgustingly oozed through my diapers, the warm urine made the poop more sludgy and disgusting, now feeling like a moist marsh held within my browning, full nappy.
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“TY, WHATS DID YOU DO!?” Nacia screamed at me. “YOU KNEW DAT WE COU ONWY DO DIS UNTIL MIDWIGHT!” She tried to punch at me, but her pooped diaper kept her pinned in place, growling at me with her tears growing wetter and wetter.
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“I DIDW’T- FRRRRRT![/i][/color] KNOW IT WAS AWWOST BLLLFRRRRRRRORT![/i][/color] MIDWIGHT AWWEADY!- SPLAAARTCH![/i][/color]”
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I winced and grunted, trying to wrangle control over my pooping bowels, but my body continued to entire my waste into the baby diaper on its own. The trickle of warm pee would not stop moistening the poopy mess, causing it to squish back and forth against my bum, and every few seconds I was forced to release another bellowing fart and push yet another load of poopy muck into my pants.
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“Why does it smell like a goddamn nuke was dropped back there?” One of the adults remarked in response to my well-used diaper that my bowels continued to void themselves into. “Those two pamper packers smell worse than the changing room!”
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“I have a feeling these two won’t be getting potty trained for a very long time.” David smirked, finally handing over the staff to Nacia - far too late, thanks to my reluctance.
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I wanted to deny the toxic, unbearable smell, but I had never endured a stench so awful, and as I was still forced to dump more and more poopy mess into my padded underwear, every time I tried to deny my incontinence or infancy it would instantly be invalidated by another heavy load of mucky excrement being dumped into the seat of my already-pooped diaper, as if I were a newborn.
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As Nacia desperately waved her heavy staff around, all I could do was watch and quiver, begging for my bowels and bladder to let up soon. FRRRT! SPLRRRRT! BLORT! [/i][/color]
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Every fresh load of muddy, slimy poop soaked in hot urine caused me to lift even more off the ground, the contents of my diaper being so disgustingly large that it actually supported me beneath it. At first, I was sitting on a stool, but now my hyper, uncontrollably poopy mess had lifted me over a foot off the ground, and I continued to rise higher as more and more slop unloaded itself into my pampers.
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“Come awn, come awn, pwease…” Nacia kept on trying to cast spells - it all only seeming like a child playing with a toy. Over and over, the former adult tried to open a time portal to the current day, but now that midnight had come, it was impossible for us to return to our adult lives. We had managed to get ourselves stuck as newborn infants, wearing and pooping diapers.
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“Pwease, pweash no I dow’t want tah’ be stuck wike this!” Nacia cried. “Pwease! WET US GO BACK! I DOW’T WANT TO DWINK BOTTLES AND UNCONTROWWABWY PEE AND POOP IN THESE STUPID DIAPERS!”
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“I’M SO SORRY- SPLORT![/i][/color] I DIDW’T KNOW DAT THIS WOUWD HAPPEN!” I sobbed, still feeling my ooze-packed diaper grow beneath me. It was now larger than Nacia’s loaded diaper, the poopy contents of which would disgustingly slosh back and forth as she waved her staff, and I could barely even move from how heavy it was. “PWEASE SAY THEWE’S A WAY TO TAKE US BAWCK! I DOW’T WANT TO MAWKE ANY MOWE STINKY DIAPERS!” My face was completely wet with tears as I processed how I had managed to land both Nacia and I trapped in our baby forms.
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“IT ONWY WORKS UNTIL MIDNIGHT! WE HAVWE TO WAIT UNTIL NEXT NEW YEAWS WEE! GAH! GAH GOO!”
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“Goo goo GAH!- BLORT![/i][/color]”
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Both of our speech degraded into baby babble, completely robbing us of our adult means of communication. This was actually happening - we had managed to accidentally return to our newborn selves and get stuck reliving the first, un-potty-trained year of our lives.
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Instead of finishing the year as strong adults who had defeated their high school bully, trained in magic and knowing how to use the toilet… we were here, as babbling, incontinent babies, sitting in their own swampy, pee-soaked poop, and could not even reach a magic staff held 4 feet above their heads.
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The red blushes across both of our faces were so red that we nearly exploded. We both desperately tried to remove our own diapers, only for our tiny hands to once again be rendered completely useless. Since we were helpless to actually hide our full, pooped diapers, any adult or older child that walked into the room got to look at Nacia and I and see that we had been reduced to tiny, pamper-packing infants who had unleashed a torrent of sloppy sludge in our pants.
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The New Years party was soon underway, and nearly every adult made sure to comment on the horrible, poopy smell that flooded the entire room from the playpen. Every time a stranger reminded me of how bad my massive, lethal-smelling diaper was, joking about how much I needed a change and was far off from potty-training, I would desperately try to argue with them.
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“I’M NOT A BABY! I DON’T USE DIAPERS!” Gah gah goo goo!”
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Before long, random strangers took the liberty to stick pacifiers in our mouths. When I spit mine out, I would find myself outfitted with a pacifier strap designed for particularly rebellious babies, and I was helpless to remove the strap from my head. I had gone from a grown adult to a useless, diaper-messing infant that can only express themselves through pacifier sucks, farting, and squelching my poopy mess against my bum.
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Nacia was allowed to walk around the playpen, though her diaper was so heavy that her walking was at a snail’s pace, and several times she would fall down into her sludgy, poopy mess with a loud squelch![/i][/color] that caused her muddy sludge to ooze its way to the front of her pamper. My diaper, however, was several times larger than my infant body, and I was held three feet off the ground from how much gross, mushy slop I had been forced to cram into it. Every second that we were forced to suffer in slimy, full diapers, it grew more and more uncomfortable to feel our own excrement smothering us.
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Over the course of an hour of sitting in my nappy, I would go from embarrassed pouting whenever an adult suggested I needed a change to desperate kicking. I was stuck in a full diaper that outweighed an anvil and momentarily, all I wanted was to be freed from it, even if that meant asking for a “change.”
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Of course… as Nacia repeatedly tried to cast spells with her small hands, to no avail, I knew that this wouldn’t be the last diaper I’d be forced to fill to the brim with fresh, muddy mess.
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As I could barely move anymore, I was forced to process how I had gotten both of us trapped like this for an entire year - as our infant selves - and there was nothing for us to do about it. All we had tried to do was save a bit of mana, and now we had earned ourselves an entire year of helplessly laying in cribs, eating baby food, drinking out of bottles, being treated like the useless babies we now were, and, as the swampy, slimy poop continued to remind us, using diapers.
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Just like babies, we knew that when we eventually were changed, by a “real adult” on a changing table, it would only be so that a fresh nappy could be slipped around our waists. No underwear, no pants, only a thick, padded garment worn because we were useless to use the toilet like the adults we had been a few hours ago. So quickly, we had lost control over everything…
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After another thirty minutes of sitting in my overloaded pamper, people would finally begin to filter out, all giggling at us sucking on our pacifiers and sitting in our used diapers on their exit.
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“Pew, you little stinkers really had to go, didn’t you!” Tyrine said as she slowly lifted up Nacia, once again putting her hand on her diaper as she held the baby, which now smeared the warm muck against Nacia’s bum. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen diapers this full - have you both been saving this for months?”
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Nacia would scream and babble, desperately trying to force out any words that Tyrine may understand, but it was useless. How could anybody ever understand that the two most incontinent, crybaby children in the orphanage had the minds of grown adults trapped inside of them? Even if they had an inkling, their respect for Nacia and I would quickly degrade the second they saw our disgusting, used pampers that were bigger than bean bags.
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It took a while for Tyrine to come back for me after leaving with Nacia, indicating that my twin sister was getting her first diaper change - of many. Though I obviously wanted to be out of this massive, overloaded pamper, tired of feeling my own poop smeared against me, smelling the most toxic, horrible stench I had ever experienced, and having every adult able to observe my incontinence… I was frustrated to know that I would only be placed back in another diaper.
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“Looks like you two are going to need extra diapers. Normally, we try potty training about your age, but you clearly love making gross stinkies in those pampers…” I faintly heard the caretaker saying, which only confirmed my frustration. Was I seriously about to suffer an entire year of my life without using the toilet, only relieving myself in my pants and being forced to carry around the waste until an adult decides to change me!?
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Tyrine was clearly taking her time with returning to change me, judging by her annoyed look as she walked back in and glared at me in my pooped pamper.
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“Ugh… what are we going to do with you? That diaper’s bigger than I am.” The irritated caregiver pinched her nose, as if she were the one suffering here, and not the former adult that was forced to make the biggest, stinkiest mess in their life and was now sentenced to repeatedly do it for an entire year.
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I sucked on my unremoveable pacifier in disgust, only to suddenly feel my bowels cramp once again. My eyes going wide, I let out an unexpected, heavy fart that was only slightly muffled by my diaper diaper. FRRRRRRT![/i][/color] And I felt yet another load of squishy, muddy poop excrete itself into the seat of my diaper, it’s sludgy form large enough for me to rise yet another inch off of the ground.
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“Jesus, you stinky infant! How much poop do you have to unload into that thing? You’re going to need the biggest diapers on the market!”
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Blrrrrt![/i][/color] As I pooped my pants again, my face went as red as it could. The caretakers at the orphanage seriously thought that I was pooping myself so much on purpose! They thought that I actually enjoyed being forced to make giant mudslides of smelly, poopy mush in my pants like this, after so many years of using the toilet!
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I tried my hardest to explain myself to Tyrine as she laid my down on the placemat, but as I was helpless to do anything about my body continuing to dump my bowels into my diaper in front of her, making it bigger and bigger, it was clear that she was convinced I loved hypermessing myself. And since I couldn’t talk, only fart and poop myself, I had no way to deny it.
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“Finally done making stinkies, little pamper packer?” She said, annoyed to smell my large diaper as I was forced to feel it smearing against me. “That diaper’s so big I can’t even take you to the changing room.”
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I was embarrassed to need to be changed at all, knowing that I was once completely capable of making it to the potty, let alone being changed in front of all the adults still in the room, but it was complete bliss to finally have my diaper taken off and the poop wiped off my bum.
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Of course - with my bowels gurgling almost immediately after a fresh nappy was taped onto my butt, the happiness was short-lived. As Tyrine lifted me up again, the reality of the situation continued to hit me like a truck.
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Every hour of the day, for the next 365 days, would be spent wearing a diaper. I would not get to return to my work, practice magic, talk with my friends, or do anything I once loved to do as an adult for a very long time - only play with rattles and teething rings, drink gross milk from a bottle, and be forced to shit myself in a baby diaper in front of everyone.
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In my crib, I stared at Nacia and sniffled. She and I only wanted to punish David, and due to one stupid mistake we had gotten ourselves stuck in this messy mess. She clearly hated every bit of this situation as much as I did - the uncomfortable, tiny cribs, being unable to talk like a proper adult, being useless to accomplish basic tasks without an adult to help, and feeling this padding smothering our bums.
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We both felt sleepy, but we were too lost in our minds, thinking of all the adult plans we had that suddenly had been postponed for an entire year as we’d now be forced to relive the first year of our lives, with the only difference being the disgusting size of our diapers.
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Nacia soon began to kick her legs, humiliation spreading across her face. As the inevitable pee-stain began to form in her brand new diaper, I felt a sense of relief that she was wetting herself and not me, until feeling my bowels start to growl and cramp.
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“Ew, no, come on… I was literally changed just a few minutes ago…” I whimpered, kicking my legs and feeling a series of bellowing farts start to stink up the nursery Nacia and I were now stuck living in.
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Fllrrrrbrrrrrt![/i][/color] After only being allowed a manner of minutes in a proper, clean, dry diaper, I would soon find myself once again sitting with a pile of hot mush in the seat of my nappy. When the lights turned off, I knew that I’d not be allowed a change until morning, no matter how much I hated the smell of my own poopy diapers.
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This was going to be a long, stinky year…
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If only one year.
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Nacia and I had hidden the magical staff at the bottom of the toy box, so that we can retrieve it next New Years and finally cast the return spell, but a terrible, haunting thought soon came to my brain as I pooped my second diaper of the day. What if a caretaker finds the staff and gets rid of it? What if David discovers its power and refuses to give it back to us? What if the box of toys gets donated or transferred to another nursery? What if next New Years, Nacia and I just happen to not be given the correct toy box?
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We could only be freed from endlessly filling diapers after a year if we manage to hold on to that staff, but what could we actually do to ensure that? We were helpless to even climb out of the playpen, or stop ourselves from making stinky diapers multiple times a day - it was completely out of our control whether we get to turn back next year, or the year after, or… ever…
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The warm, mushy lump of poop in the seat of my diaper suddenly felt a lot colder and I sniffled. This was seriously it. We have just gotten ourselves stuck as hypermessing infants for an entire year.
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In my pooped diaper, I never felt so naked in my life. I wanted to go back in time and prevent Nacia and I from ever leaving our proper age, but I couldn’t even cast a simple spell in this state, unless “Instant Hypermess” counts.
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Caught up in my worries, despite my loaded diaper’s noxious poopy smell I would soon drift off to sleep… and be forced to face the stinking consequences of time travel… with a firmly chosen New Years resolution.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Two twins go back in time in order to humiliate their old high school bully, but knowing that the time travel spell only works for a limited time, will they manage to make it back or be stuck as their past selves?

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