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Friday, August 29, 2014


Desperation month concludes with a bang. I'm not even going to try to stream this clip anywhere-- click here to download it directly (Update: Link fixed). Enjoy!

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Fionna Messes Next To Natalia And Is Teased Till She Changes Herself-- Diaper Mess (Clips4Sale)

Extreme Diarrhea In My Diaper-- Poo Alexa

Loud Laxative Load-- Wetset

My Messy Thick Diaper-- Sophie Little

Mandie: Feeding And Mouth Soaping In The High Chair-- Diapered Online

Natalia Changes Elise's Messy Pull-Up-- Diapered Natalia

Cici: Explosive Mess-- Diapered Online (Clips4Sale)

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Till There Was You: Desperation Month Continues

August seems to have turned our unofficial Messy Pants Month for 2014, so let's keep it going with this contribution from Jerry. From the 2003 movie Till There Was You: Judy Ann Santos stars in a commercial for an anti-diarrhea medicine-- which has a messy, embarrassing climax.

Those who are interested can download a slightly longer version of the clip (featuring the amused reactions of Ms. Santos' family) here (hit "Click here to start download from sendspace" to begin.)

The above clip is a parody of an actual series of advertisements for a medication called Diatabs... check out a few of the better ones below (you can see more on YouTube.)

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Back To School... Back To Diapers

It's that time of year again... soon it'll be time for all of the little (and not-so-little) scholars to start heading back to class. And where there's people going back to school, there's hazing-- and where there's hazing, there's diapers...

Let's start with a few collage yearbook pictures provided by Dick:

Along the same lines, let's all thank Jerry for sending in this link to an article about a group of cheerleaders and their drunken, diapered "hazing ritual" at Towson University that lead to a semester long suspension for the team (in spite of the stunt being referred to by some "the tamest hazing ritual ever.") I wonder how many disappointed parents decided to teach their daughters a lesson by making them stay in those diapers until their suspension was over...

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Weather Report Girl: The Final Desperation

Big thanks to Mark for tracking this one down-- the final (as far as I know) Weather Report Girl laxative desperation scene (view our other entries on the series here and here.) It's definitely the most broadly comic version of the scene, and nether the desperation or the result is as satisfying as the scenes from the manga, anime, or live action movie-- however, the victim is cute and you do get to see her sitting on the toilet at the end, so I'm sure it'll appeal to some of you:

So which version was your favorite: the first manga scene, the second manga scene, the anime adaptation, the scene from WeatherWoman Returns, or the live action TV adaptation? Personally, I'd love to mix and match the elements-- the victim from WeatherWoman Returns in the scenario from the anime (with the devious Keiko furiously masturbating as she watches her poor rival writhe and squirm in desperation), and the more graphic elements of the first manga-- all leading to Keiko getting a taste of her own medicine toward the end!

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Excuses Excuses...

Just a quick note to everyone-- The reason it's been so quite around here is because I recently underwent a very minor medical procedure: I'm totally fine, there's nothing to worry about, but I'm a bit groggy from painkillers and haven't really felt up to much more then answering e-mails and writing a few quick notes here and there for the last few days. I'm working on some new posts that will hopefully be ready toward the end of the week, and the new installment of Mommy Dearest is almost ready-- you can probably expect that sometime on the weekend.

Thanks for staying tuned!

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Diaper Dreams

Checking out DJ Black's excellent spanking site A Voice In The Corner recently, I ran across this lovely short story about a woman's kinky spanking dream, and it set me thinking: how many people here have diaper dreams?

And since I'd like to shamelessly steal pay homage to Mr. Black's story in one of my own stories at some point, I've created a new poll at Mister Poll to gather some thoughts from you good readers on the matter. The poll itself is open to women only but males are free to browse the results (all information gathered is strictly anonymous.)

So how about it, ladies? Ever had a diaper dream you wanted to come true? Or maybe one you pray you never see fulfilled? Please take the time to fill out the poll... your participation is greatly appreciated!

Monday, August 11, 2014

Mommy Dearest Chapter One

Something a little different for today:
This is the beginning of a new, five part story; each chapter will feature a brand new illustration by one of your favorite artists. I'm offering this on a payment optional basis: at the end of every installment will be a donate button. How much or how little you pay is up to you (the suggested donation is $2.50 Canadian.) All money gathered will be put toward commissioning art for future installments (with any extra going toward more publications, clips, and, if there's demand, projects like this.)

 So, without further ado, please enjoy part one of:


Our first illustration is by Spankingtoons. Visit his Tumblr for more great spanking and age play art. Feel free to re-post this picture, but please don't remove the watermarks (and please provide a link back here if possible.)

“That’s the last straw, young lady!” Krystal said, tugging her step daughter across her knee and pinning her, kicking and screaming, in place over her lap.
     “You can’t do this to me, you bitch!” Chloe spat, struggling and fighting like a wildcat— as embarrassing as it was to get hauled across someone’s lap and spanked at age 18, it was even worse when it done by someone who was barely older than she was. The fact that the someone in question was Krystal, her hated stepmother, the gold-digger who’d tricked her father into marrying her, was the final indignity.
     “Let her go, you psycho!” screeched Carrie, Chloe’s twin sister. The relationship between the sisters and their stepmother had always been antagonistic… but it had never gone past the level of strong, mutual dislike before now.
     Even Krystal knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she was going too far this time… but her head was throbbing, she was still hung-over from the Christmas party the night before, and she’d quickly grown tired of her snotty little stepdaughters and their constant, smart-alecky remarks. When Chloe had commented on her stepmother’s haggard condition, Krystal had simply snapped.
     “You’ve had this coming for a long time, you bitchy little brat!” She snarled, delivering a rapid-fire series of swats through Chloe’s skirt, quickly warming her well toned hiney. The girl kicked and squawked, her long legs flailing behind her. Carrie could only look on in horror, frozen in place at the sight of her sister getting her bottom warmed.
     “Spoiled, mouthy, disobedient little rat!” Krystal emphasized each word by clapping her palm against Chloe’s backside. Dissatisfied with her stepdaughter’s reaction, she hiked up Chloe’s skirt and pulled down her panties, revealing her already pinkened tushy. Carry gasped—she could only cover her mouth in shock and anguish as she watched her twin getting her bare butt paddled, her embarrassment increasing when she realized that watching Chloe kick and squeal her way through a spanking was like she was watching herself get her bottom warmed.
     Krystal knew she was going over the line as she was doing it… knew that if Gerald ever found out she’d spanked his darling little daughters that she might be the next in line to get a paddling… but once she’d started, she couldn’t stop herself—the twins were always so smug and snide, always so quick with a witty little put down, and never giving her the respect she was due! This spanking was a long time coming, she decided, raining swats down on Chloe’s bare bum, gleefully making her cheeks sting and wobble.
     She maintained a steady pace, swatting the adorable, jiggling backside before her with gusto, careful to spread her swats out across the entire surface of Chloe’s plump little buns so that they remained a perfectly matching set as the pale flesh slowly turned red. Chloe alternately growled and sobbed, at once furiously angry and so ashamed she wanted to crawl into a hole. It was devastating to the girl’s pride to be punished in such a childish manner… especially considering that she was 18 now, legally an adult, and much too old for this kind of treatment.
     Chloe could only kick and squeal, the prickling sting building to an intolerable level. The spanking wasn’t just embarrassing, it hurt, and she frantically kicked her long, dancer’s legs in the air, her buns jiggling and reddening behind her. At last, Krystal shoved her from her lap, and Chloe tumbled to the floor onto her tender butt with her legs sticking awkwardly out in front of her. “YYYEEEWWWOO!” she cried, leaping up and launching into a desperate war dance, hopping from foot to foot and rubbing her glowing ass, howling and whooping like a scalded cat. Krystal delivered a searing, open-palmed swat to her bare rump.
     “Into the corner, you little brat,” she growled, starting to get into the role of disciplinarian. I could get used to this, she thought with a self-satisfied smirk, watching Chloe waddle into the corner with her panties around her ankles. “Hands on your head—I want to see that red little tushy.” She grinned as Chloe complied with a sniffle, the act of raising her arms raising the back of her skirt to reveal her bare bottom, red and sore and swollen. Even Carrie had to snicker at how silly her sister looked, skirt hiked up, panties at half-mast, her bottom shiny and red and plump like an apple… she did look wonderfully infantile.
     Her delight was short lived: Without a word, Krystal took Carrie by the hand and hauled her across her lap with a surprised squawk. “Hey, what the—OW!” she cried, the first open-palmed spank landing on the seat of her skirt. Like Chloe, she was given a brisk warm up over her clothes before she found her skirt pulled up and her panties hauled down to her knees.
     Now it was Carrie’s turn to kick and howl, bare bottomed over her stepmother’s lap as Krystal spanked her butt without mercy. The tingling sting soon built up into a scorching heat, and Carrie squalled and struggled, her legs scissoring in the air behind her.
     From the corner, Chloe peeked over her shoulder. Her eyes were still blurry with tears, but she could make out her twin, struggling across Krystal’s lap, blushing anew when she realized it was like watching the instant replay of her own childish punishment. She groaned and returned her nose to the corner—seeing how babyish and silly Carrie looked, kicking and squealing her way through a spanking, brought the sting of her own humiliation roaring back to her.
     Krystal rained blows upon her stepdaughter’s vulnerable, bare tushy in a slow, even rhythm, savoring her squeals and cries of humiliation… the little brats had truly been asking for this from the day she’d met them, and giving it to them was a wonderful feeling, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders—she’d finally put the twins, smug, smart-assed banes of her life, firmly into their place. They wouldn’t doubt her authority after this.
     With tears stinging her eyes, Carrie stewed in her outrage and humiliation. At first she’d gritted her teeth, trying to ride it out stoically. But as Krystal’s assault on her pale, plump bottom continued, she found herself crying out and hissing through her teeth involuntarily, and Carrie was beginning to feel like she was sitting on a stove.
     Soon she was thrashing and kicking wildly, but Krystal easily forced her down and pinned her in place, grinning gleefully as she delivered what was, in her opinion, a fair punishment well deserved. “Lay still and take your medicine, you little brat,” she said sternly, tightening her grip on Carrie’s writs and increasing the pace of the spanking.
     At last, Krystal unleashed one last barrage of spanks before dumping Carrie unceremoniously onto the floor. “Corner. Now,” she ordered, sending Carrie off to join her sister with a blistering smack. She squealed and waddled over as quickly as her lowered panties would allow her and took up a position in the corner next to Chloe. The twins stood side by side, sobbing and sniffling, their bottoms shiny and red. Krystal looked over with a smirk… I wish I’d thought of this when I first moved in, she thought smugly, and she took a long moment to watch Chloe and Carrie cry softly to themselves and shuffle uncomfortably in the corner, their formerly pale little moons blazing bright pink. Krystal smiled, savoring their humiliation and delighting in the warm glow of their well-spanked tushies.
     “Now you two can stay there for the next hour,” she said, rising and walking briskly from the room. “I’m going for a jog and then a swim,” she said breezily. She stopped and turned: “Don’t go anywhere,” she said, voice dripping with smug condescension.
     The twins waited until she’d gone, then turned to each other, tears still in their eyes. “OK, that’s it,” said Chloe, dabbing away some errant tears, “she has got to go.”

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Lost & Found: Weather Report Girl Volume Eight

Some of you may remember our previous post about Japan's Weather Report Girl (AKA Weatherwoman), and specifically the series' reliance on laxatives employed as a weapon of public humiliation. Now Nolan (via Wetset) has sent in the previously missing desperation scene from volume eight of the manga. This time it's main character Keiko who gets a taste of her own medicine, suffering the consequences of a laxative-laced cup of tea-- on live TV!  These pages are, sadly, untranslated-- anyone who can provide one for us will be rewarded. (Note: the panels are laid out in the original Japanese format and should be read right to left.You can download all of volume eight here.) The original poster at Wetset also notes that the elusive Weather Report Girl live action series (which features a laxative desperation scene of it's own) appears to be available now on DVD-R and CDR (volume 1, volume 2.) Again, anyone who helps us track down this scene will be rewarded.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Another Trip Into The Hollywood Of Yesteryear...

Props again to Dick for the excellent contributions, this time featuring a few faces you might recognize:

The divine Bettie Page, taken by Bunny Yeager in 1954. Dick and I are fairly sure this is the closest to an age play shot Ms. Page ever did.

 Another Page: Actress Anita Page, Christmas 1930 (not sure of the source for this one.)

Singer Dusty Springfield. Not sure what the story on this one is.

Actress Cassandra Peterson (aka Elvira). Dick explains: "This shot is in marked contrast to her usual appearance, as if the Mistress of the Dark had suddenly been reduced to a harmless little girl. It's from a comic book cover (included), but I don't know how the pic relates to the story."

Here we see actress and comedienne Marion Davies (wife of William Randolph Hearst, the inspiration for Citizen Kane) at a party in 1932.
In this scene from the 1972 film Hollywood Babylon (based on the infamous book by Kenneth Anger) and allegedly inspired by a true incident, Hearst confronts Davies about a supposed affair she's been having... and puts her across his knee to punish her for it... (clip via Chross.)

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Rimes with "Messy"

(I'm going to try and get things back on track this month, both with the Doctor Smiley/Mister Daddy story and the media project (which is long overdue for an update-- sorry to everyone who's sent something that hasn't been posted yet.) Thanks for reading everyone, and thanks to everyone who's bought a copy of Diaper Pins thus far, it's greatly appreciated.)
Did popular Country and Western artist LeAnn Rimes have a little accident at Miami Fashion Week? This picture recently appeared on both Exposarazzi and The Superficial, who are both chalking the mysterious brown stain on the back of Ms Rimes' skirt up to "anal leakage." Of course, there could be another explaniation... but you have to admit, the size and placement of the stain certainly makes it look like she may have "gambled and lost..."  Did LeAnn load her pants, or is it a load of crap? Let us know what you think.