Waking up and suddenly finding yourself to be 500 pounds. Blearily lifting your head, new chins squishing & wobbling as you attempt to look at yourself. Being unable to ascertain just how huge you are, your eyes surveying the ocean of fat that is your moobs & belly.
Buying the messing encyclopedia which describes the feeling of messing in all different kinds of clothing. Written by real hypermessers! It was very normal of you to flick to the section about your current outfit, quickly become fixated on the description and start pushing.
This *FBLRT* book isn’t accurate at all! *SPLORCH* The description isn’t *BRAAP* factoring in the *BLOORP* proper tensile strength *FBLURCH* of my shorts or how *FBBBLBLBRTTCH* good it feels when my padding-
*FWUMP*
*RRRIIIIP*
*SQUISH*
-finally breaks free!
Your little bro woke up & inspected his diaper. Soggy again, but it could still hold a bit more!
With a *squish* he rolls out of bed & waddles down to breakfast. It had been several months since the reality change incident, and as of last week he was properly diaper trained!
Walking through the mall when your lil bro swaps clothes & potty training with you.
Before you can do anything, your tummy gurgles. Grimacing, you lower into a deep squat, sucking on your new pacifier for comfort as you push.
Lil bro who swaps your name out on his digital potty chart and spends all his time uploading different emojis to it to see what will happen.
One day you wake up to find poop & brain emojis. Concentrating, you try to understand it as your seat swells beneath you, all your brains now in your diaper!
Sending a Snapchat to a friend and using a baby filter, only to find yourself much smaller with a thick pamper strapped around your waist after sending it.
Haughty dragon who insists they wear diapers because their pushies are far too high quality for any potty, but their argument falls apart every time they blort their shorts and immediately mush their stinky seat around with a dopey grin on their face.
“You’ve always gone poopy in your pants!” The patronizingly ruffle your hair as your posture changes, your diaper now utterly normal to you.
“Well of course I have!” You turn & begin waddling down the hall. “Where else would I possibly go?”
*FBLURCH*
You quickly go pale, “w-wait no, you’ve gotta make me big again! I’m supposed to go poopy NOT in my pants! ….right?”
“What an imagination you’ve got there dude!” Your friend snaps their fingers behind their back one final time, eliminating all your memories of the old reality.
“Just shut up and change things back! And tell me what this stupid potty thing is supposed to be anyways!”
Your friend smirks, “Change what back? The only thing here that needs changing is that diaper of yours you smelly dork”
Your friend chuckles and gives your pamper a poke, much to your chagrin.
“That bad, huh? Y’know, seems pretty rich of you to be calling me a moron when your dumb diaper butt doesn’t even know what a potty is!”
“Th-that’s not fair!” You whine while stomping your feet.
“So, how’d the test go big guy?”
*BLORTCH*
Startled, you accidentally drop another load in your pants as your friend surprises you.
“How do you think it went you moron?!” You point down to your extra poopy pants and try your best to look intimidating.
Blushing, you slowly exit the room and head down the hall with a massive waddle, all your classmates pointing & laughing while you try not to focus on the disaster taped tightly around your hips.
“In all my years I’ve never seen such a fragrant display of immaturity!”
They motion for you to get up. You do so slowly and with a *squelch*, cringing at the way your mucky, bulging padding squishes against your thighs.
“This stinky stunt has earned you a trip to the principles office!”
*SQUISH*
You fall back onto the floor, jolting back to reality (or at least this version of it) as you slowly sink into the mushy, stinking mess you just eagerly dumped into your pants.
“That will be more than enough!”
Face going pale, you turn your head to see your teacher standing over you.
The laughter barely registers as you continue to strain, the euphoric feelings of relief and release causing you to shiver with pleasure.
*pssssss*
Warmth quickly spreads throughout your crotch as well as you utterly soak the front of your diaper, your squat deepening until-
*FBLUORCH*
*SPLURCH*
*FWUMP*
*RRIIPPP*
The class explodes into laughter as you poop your Pampers with wild abandon, the bulky plastic sagging and stretching as wave after wave of mucky mess settles heavily into your seat, until finally your pants give out & expose your diaper to everyone.
In a flash of brilliance you come up with a plan to solve everything. ‘I’ll just push until the pressure’s gone and then get back to solving this dumb test!’
You immediately close your eyes, plant your feet, bend your knees and grunt while pushing as hard as you can.
“F-first you just….” Your knees bend ever so slightly.
*frrrrt*
A small toot escapes your backside as you continue to stall, your classmates giggling while you blush.
‘Stupid babies!’ You think to yourself as your frustration grows. ‘I can’t think with this dumb tummy pressure!’
“Of course!” You turn toward the strange plastic contraption, suddenly realizing you don’t have the faintest idea what it is, how it works, or what it’s for. “N-no…..problem…..”
*grrrgrl*
Your tummy rumbles and a mounting pressure begins to build while you struggle to recall how to begin.
They pull out their roster and call out your name, motioning for you to come to the front and get things started.
Happy to oblige you begin sauntering (waddling) your way to the front, eager to show these babies how it’s done!
“Whenever you’re ready” the teacher looks at you expectantly.
The bell rings and the class settles down while your teacher sets a large, strange plastic contraption down in the front of the room.
“Alright students, as you all know it’s exam day! One by one you will come to the front and demonstrate what you’ve learned this semester.”
You sit down in your usual seat with a *crinkle*, smirking as you give your now usual size 8 Pampers a poke and look around at your similarly padded classmates.
‘This is gonna be a piece of cake!’ You think to yourself as you lean back in your chair, ready to wow your peers with your potty prowess.
Without waiting for a reply you saunter into class, oozing with unearned confidence as a mischievous grin spreads across your friends face.
“Potty training huh?” They snap their fingers and the whole world blurs for the briefest of moments. “Not crapping your pants might be harder than you think…”
Your friend looks at you, unsure. “An easier subject? Like what? No offense dude but you’re not really great at any subject….”
You roll your eyes and give him a punch on the shoulder “Shut up dork! Just make it something crazy simple like potty training, how hard can it be to not crap your pants?”
Walking into school you suddenly remember you have a math test today that you totally forgot to study for! Luckily you find your reality warping friend and propose a genius idea.
“Dude c’mon, just change math to an easier subject for an hour! I’ll pass the easy subject test & then change it back!”
Asking your friend to reality warp your potty training away for a day but being unable to convince them to warp you back.
“You? Potty trained? Don’t be silly, you never figured out how to stop dumping your diapers!”
They smirk as you lower into a squat. “And speaking of dumps…”
*BLORCH*
*FWUMP*
“Changes confirmed. Would you like to alter reality & normalize as well?”
Your little bro grinned as he tapped yes, feeling his diapers deflate into undies as he put his phone in his pocket. Finally he’d be the big kid and you’d be the pants pooping baby!
Squatting and filling your pants so much that when you go to fall backwards after finishing you actually don’t move at all, your massive mushy pamper already squishing against the floor leaving you stuck where you stand