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  2. As a guy I've had a lot of very creepy public bathroom encounters, from people trying to open my shall knowing I was inside, to people sneaking their phone under the stall to take pictures. I don't blame women for not wanting to share public bathrooms with us and I think it's selfish for a lot of men who don't feel like they need their privacy to assume women should feel the same way, also a lot of people are making it a "transphobia" issue which disregards the simple fact that most women just want a safe space I suppose, and what say do I have in that?
  3. Ch. 27 of 'The Trinket: Book 1' is now up!

    All the chapters up to 30 have been finished!

    They will all be uploaded before the end of summer!

    The Trinket: Book 2 comes out mid-summer 2024!

  4. Chapter Twenty-Seven Bar ‘Crawl’ Hunter was not feeling too bad as he took a sip from his fourth Long Island of the evening, watching from his perch atop the tall-legged bar stool as Jack and Malissa belted out the lyrics to “Take On Me”. The three had been on their university bar crawl for only about an hour, but given their relief at getting through the first week of college their path to becoming shit-faced had been a steep and brief one. The otter’s cheeks were flushed red, the glasses perched on the tip of her nose as she took heavy breathes in preparation for the refrain. Jack appeared similarly enamored, his lips clumsy and heavy looking as he slurred his way through the song. They were making fools of themselves without a care in the world, as having gotten through a week of prophetic academia to come the three had agreed upon making this weekend the official ending of their winter break. The three mammals were properly sloshed, with Hunter having ensured that his night would be uninterrupted by deliberately placing a booster pad on the surface of his changing table before the three had convened at the bottom stares of his apartment building. Jack, not one to miss out on comedic opportunity, had commented in a sickly sweet tone whether the fox was ‘weady’ when he had descended down the stairs with a slight waddle. Malissa and Hunter had exchanged brief, stoic nods, before each picking a shoulder to punch the weasel on. Even now, on stage, the weasel would occasionally reach up and unconsciously rub at his bicep as he leaned into the microphone, the air escaping out of his nostrils eliciting a static response from the speakers behind them. Hunter allowed himself a small smile, relaxing for the first time in a while as he felt the front of his padding blossom with a familiar warmth. He did not care, as he had managed to coax the ghostly paws into his regular pair of cartoon baby animal diapers. The fennec tried not to dwell on the fact that he now had a diaper brand that he could call his ‘usual’, as he raised a fist upwards towards his friends, yelling out encouragement as they reached the pinnacle of the verse. “Twoooo-ooo-ooo-ooo!” The two sang out, exchanging giddy grins as they leaned one one another, holding desperately onto the mic as they belted out the lyric. Hunter laughed at the spectacle, visibly drunk and oblivious to the fact that they were both very much out of tune. Combined together, however, it sounded almost like they had managed to hit the pitch just right with one going a little too flat and the other a bit too sharp. Hunter hardly registered the fact that his stomach was rumbling, the bar food and drinks making their way quickly through his system. It was only towards the end of the song did he note that his tail had been flagging for quite some time. He shifted, his breath catching as he realized what had happened while he had been distracted. His voice muffled by the hubbub around him, he groaned in annoyance as he realized he was now sitting in a not-so-clean diaper. This might be the reason why it's called early… A voice inside of Hunter’s head told him his reluctance to be the reason that he and his friends had to take a breath from the fun weighing heavily on him. He knew that he should excuse himself and take care of his messy bottom before too long, lest he risk a rash that would undoubtedly bother him when he was supposed to be paying attention in class. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, he could feel the brooch’s sway, lulling him back towards his apartment where the closest clean diaper awaited for him, resting neatly on a shelf just for him. The fennec resisted, upset that his fun was being cut short by the cursed trinket’s influence once more. He would be fine, another few hours in his thick sweatpants and coat would be more than enough to conceal his accident. Almost as soon as his resolve solidified and he had risen out of his mucky seat to order another drink, he felt a distinct presence behind him. The fennec fox glanced over his shoulder, suddenly feeling very small as he peered into the long face of a female mammoth. One of the oldest anthropomorphized cenozoic species, it was not too uncommon to see one or two of them on a day out to the city. Still, Hunter realized that he must have been pretty drunk not to have picked up on her presence earlier. Something was off about her eyes, they appeared glassy and distant. A dreamy expression was plastered across her noble physique, her trunk almost floating through the air as it wrapped itself around his waist. Hunter’s eyes grew wide in a panic, as he felt the tip of her flexible appendage probing and patting the contained accident in the seat of his pants. Hunter barely noticed that the other bar attendees were completely oblivious to what was happening as the fennec received an unrequested diaper check. “Let’s get you into something more comfortable.” The large mammal’s voice was smooth and unaffected by the apparent stupor her subconscious was in, as Hunter felt himself being lifted up by the powerful trunk around his waist and laid gently down on an empty bar table. The fennec’s limbs flailed, the incredible weight and power of the drunk keeping him subdued as the mammoth moved her free hooves to rifle inside of her purse. This had quickly grabbed the attention of the bar lady, as well as the other college students attending that evening. Malissa and Jack craned their necks to catch a glimpse of Hunter’s panicked expression as he desperately tried to push the mammoth’s trunk off of him. “Hey! What’s the big idea!?” The bar lady barked out, the rottweiler baring her teeth and crossing her tattoo covered arms, inky splotches on thin fur conveying to anyone who saw them that she meant business. The mammoth acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, her trunk lazily trailing down the fennec’s torso until it caught on the lip of his sweatpants, pulling them down to reveal the saggy contents of his packed and padded back seat. Even in the abruptness of the situation, Hunter knew what was happening. He had pulled too far away from the influence of the brooch and the diapers his changing table had provided him; he had given the trinket the impression that he was not nearly infantilized enough for its own liking. From the mammoth’s purse, she produced a diaper with a single cygnet hieroglyph on its front. It was one of the two symbols remaining whose effects he was still clueless on, and it appeared like he was about to find out. The bartender was now visibly upset that she was being ignored. Her legs swinging over the edge of the bar, she deftly leapt over and marched straight up to the mammoth. Tapping the mammoth on the shoulder, her voice rose in volume over the booming music as the mammoth began to untape the first of Hunter’s top tapes. “And just what do you think you’re doing? You need to get out NOW!” She yelled, emphasizing the end of her statement with a shove. She might as well have been addressing a cement wall, as Hunter doubted that even with the combined strength of everyone present in the room could anyone best her in a physical confrontation. That did not seem to be what she had in mind, however, as Hunter felt himself being wiped down with baby wipes that she had miraculously produced from her purse as well. Several of the others had gathered round now, Malissa and Jack exchanging desperate looks as they both racked their brains as for what to do. Hunter had his paws over his muzzle, hiding his face as he silently endured the public diaper change. At last, he felt his tail being threaded through the tail hole of a new diaper, his equipment and buttocks positioned onto the soft, lush bed of a fresh hieroglyphic diaper. He felt a waft of cold air pass over his equipment as the front was raised, snuggly secured into place by large, surprisingly deft fingers that arranged his tapes in a symmetrical fashion. Peeking through his fingers, the fennec glanced down at the diaper despite the hot flush that was coursing through his cheeks. The image of the cygnet stared back at him as he felt the mammoth’s trunk finally being taken off of him. Before he had a chance to scramble off the table, pull his sweatpants back up, and stumble his way out, the demeanor of the crowd seemed to shift. Hunter looked around him, pushing himself up until he was leaning on his elbows as his eyes glanced from one expression to another. They all wore the same, glassy eyes and dream expression as the mammoth did now. Even the rottie, who looked like she was getting ready to bite a chunk out of the mammoth’s knotted coat, looked pacified for the moment. Malissa still looked somewhat alarmed, though a little more relaxed. Jack, on the other paw, was completely entranced. Out of the crowd, came a high-pitched, cheerful tone. “D’aww, does that feel better sweetie? No more mucky yucky pamps for you!” Another voice came from the crowd, Hunter noticing that it came from a particularly petit chinchilla holding onto a wine glass. “All clean!” The rottie nodded, as the crowd’s unified agenda appeared to ripple through them like a wave in a body of water. “All better now, no more stinky bottoms!” A few of the furs cheered, while others offered their own concerns and requests, their voices meshing together into a scattered cacophony of babying tones. “Does someone want a baba now?” “Hey little guy, where’s your plushie?” “Do you need your binkie, honey?” “Hey little kit, isn’t it way past your bedtime?” “Hop up darling, you get to sit in my lap!” The crowd then moved towards him like a throng of the undead in a horror film, causing Hunter to yelp. Out of the murmuring, sleepy furs came a voice shrill and distinct with authority. “That’s my little one you’re talking to, thank you for taking care of him but he needs to go home now!” Bodies turned and heads swiveled towards Malissa, who had one paw firmly clasped around Jack’s limp wrist as she pushed her way to the front of the crowd with the other. She was grimacing hard, as if she was trying to concentrate on a heavily weighted exam and had not prepared nearly enough for it. The furs moved out of way like molasses, until finally she had reached her friend. The mammoth’s trunk halted her, slamming down on the table between them as her massive, wooly face turned to face off Malissa. Hunter could see the otter’s body stiffen at this confrontation, Jack emitting a small, faint squeal of pain as she squeezed his wrist a little too tightly. She looked up, facing the mammoth with as much bravery as she could muster in her tipsy state, her cleft lips pursed tightly as her whiskers quivered. “Aren’t you forgetting something, dear?” The otter waited, which the mammoth took for an answer. Reaching around, she deposited a pastel colored duffle bag on the table. Hunter had never seen it before, but recognized the characters stitched onto its side as belonging to those that had been on his now dirtied diaper. The brooch was picking up his preferences, that was for sure, but at least he could be relatively sure that these contained no ill enchantments. Relatively sure. “His diaper bag!” The mammoth enunciated slowly, beaming with deliberate and slow amusement. The crowd began to disperse, offering small, melodic goodbyes and good wishes as they returned to their seats. Malissa grabbed the bag, Jack still repeating over and over again in a sing-song tone. “Bye-bye now! Bye-bye now! Bye-bye now!” “Let’s get the hell out of here!” Malissa hissed to the fennec underneath her breath, her words coming through a smile so tight he feared that she might start cracking her teeth. Hunter needed no further encouragement as he scrambled off of the table. Momentarily forgetting that his pants were around his ankles in his haste to get away, he tripped and caught himself on his paws and knees. Crawling backwards a few steps to get himself out from underneath a table, he received a few affectionate pats on his diapered butt from the wine-sipping chinchilla on his way out. Inadvertently blushing as he crouched, stopped to grasp the bottoms of his sweatpants to pull them back up. Hunter tried not to think about the fact that he was pretty sure he had seen her in the back row of his Organic Chemistry class as he followed Malissa out of the bar and into the crisp, January night air. He was suddenly feeling very sober.
  5. Today
  6. For me, practicing omorashi is a sexual fetish above all, because I like to do it accompanied by someone.
  7. Don't worry, someone will surely do it.
  8. New one ahead business outfit... hope u all like this AI renders😊
  9. Yeah nobody gives a shit about anybody on here. Can’t believe I though someone would actually respond to me
  10. My 14th writing in which the protagonist endures an annual doctor's visit while trying not to embarrass herself. Hope you enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; loves self-induced wettings and wettings caused by Yuta pulling the strings. Yuta [M] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making. _______ I hope that tea earlier doesn't get in my way. Mali thought as she drove her way to her doctor's office for her yearly check-up. She was notorious for having horrible luck when her bladder gets pushed to its limits. She had multiple mugs of tea throughout her day and only one bathroom break when she woke up, but all was fine. I'll just go after I check in with the front desk. No risk, no wetness, plain and simple. That day, she wore semi-black jeans, a plain gray t-shirt, and some unimportant underwear. "Hi, I have an appointment for Mali today with Dr. P." The clerk scrolled on his computer. "Yep, got you right here, I'll let her know you're here!" "Thank you!" Mali replied. Right away, she scanned the waiting room for any hallways or doors that would lead to a bathroom. Ironically, she wasn't used to this clinic yet because she changed doctors only a few years ago. She found one door that said employees only, and a hallway that led to another that clearly led into the office space for the clerks. The only other door in the waiting room led to the doctor's office and exam rooms. She'd rather not barge in there and turned to double check around the entrance of the clinic before she got into the waiting room, though she didn't spot any on her way in. Then from behind her came a "Mali?" She felt a ball of anxiety sink within her as she turned back around and forced a nonchalant smile. Because of her past experience, she subconsciously felt embarrassed asking for the restroom, even though she knew there was nothing strange about the question. "Hi, how are you today?" she greeted and followed the doctor back and over to the exam room. On the way, she passed a bathroom sign that taunted her circumstance. Her bladder sent distress signals as she passed, its golden contents letting her urethral muscles know it was preparing to come out. After all, so much tea would naturally have this effect, and Mali would usually have gone before this point. They had their typical catching-up conversation about Mali's general well-being. Mali seemed to the doctor to be in good health. Meanwhile, she felt like anything but in good health. She felt a mix of nervousness in concealment, excitement and other conflicting emotions as she kept a straight face through discomfort. She had a gut-feeling this could end horribly. "Well now with that out of the way why don't you get into the gown while I step out for a moment." "Sure..." "Knock when you're ready. I'll be right outdoors," Dr. P said as she exited the room. Mali took her chance to squirm around and let out some tension that was built up. It snuck up so quick! She tucked her hands between her legs rubbing them impatiently. How do I escape total humiliation?! She knew she couldn't leave, and she knew that it was only going to get critically worse in a matter of minutes. There was almost no chance of her relieving herself outside of this room. She looked around for options. First she looked at the sink. It was entirely metallic, and had a perfectly arched spout over the top of it. It was deep for a sink, but not very wide or long. Skittishly, while tightening every muscle in her groin, she tried positioning herself over the sink so she could let go right down the drain. To her dismay, she couldn't arrange herself in a way she could be confident that her stream would make it in. In the off chance it might, it could easily spill onto the surrounding counter, or, worse, make a loud spraying noise that wasn't at all like how the regular water flow sounded like. It's too risky of a plan. *dripdripdripdrip* "iieeughaahh?!~" She let out a confused but worried noise that was irreplicable. A coin sized area on the bottom of her already dark jeans turned pitch black as Mali's lower half stiffened, still on the counter. All the thinking about water...it's getting to me. Shit. But what else could I do? I might just have to...hope it all goes in quietly. She cringed at the thought. But wait. Maybe there is hope. She leaves to input test results after the exam right? She's not around the door at that time. Maybe I could sneak away. Maybe I could backtrack to wherever that bathroom is. It may be far, but it may be possible. As she took off her clothes, the wet spot was exposed to air, sending jitters through her nervous system. She quickly draped herself in the hospital gown and set her mind at ease in preparation. She knocked, and the doctor came in as she sat up on the bed. The exam began with the ear, eye and mouth checks. The doctor then tried for reflexes. "Try not to be so tense. The knee won't go anywhere if I hit the joint and it's all tightened up!" the doctor told. "And be a little more still if you could please." Mali's legs tried relaxing, then tightening again, to relaxing one and squeezing one under the other for stability. "Sorry." "No worries at all! ... There we go, it's kicking now. Other leg..." Mali noticed as she was using all these instruments that they were coated in plastic before she used them, and that she was tossing them under the bed somewhere. A trash can! Mali's heartrate jumped up a notch with the revelation. She trembled more in response. Dr. P moved onto the heart & lung exam. "Deep breaths in now." They were quick, but they were deep. The doctor caught onto this. "Why so amped up? Is something troubling you?" "N-no, no it's nothing it's just.........I'm a little cold in this, haha," she told her. "Oh, I get it then! The A/C has been really high lately hasn't it?" Following was the breast exam, which passed with Mali lying down, the doctor performing the check, and nothing noteworthy happening besides Mali being incredibly tense during the whole process. She also was working up a small sweat. Her pelvis felt immense pressure as her urine began creeping into the base of her urethra. She had very little time left, but remained strong. "Now do you need a pelvic exam done today? I know we had one done last year. Has anything arisen since then that you need me to take a look at?" the doctor asked. Mali had a slight look of worry written in her initial expression, but was quickly dispelled. "No I think everything's alright." "Ok. Do let me know if anything concerns you though, alright?" "...O-of course." The doctor turned away and headed for her laptop situated on the counter, opposite side of the room of the bed. Mali sat up and in a split instant felt her urethra fill to and past max capacity. She quickly made a barricade with her hands and legs over the top of the gown- *sshHHT spurt spurt* "Hm? Did you say something?" the doctor turned back. "Nothing. Nothing at all," Mali said through strained breath. "Hm. I definitely heard something. Might've been a sink from a room over." A pocket of hot liquid gold was barely suspended in motion within the flexible gown right between her pussy and hands. Slowly it leaked drop by drop through her legs under the gown, and slowly she brought her knees together in the best effort she had to stay under the radar. "Well let me know if you have any questions when I get back running your results through." "T-thank you," she muttered as she felt streaks down the underside of her legs and knees. As the doctor exited, they turned to dripping streams down and onto the floor. She left. Mali slid off the bed. A splash fell from under her and coated her feet and ankles as well as the surrounding base of the bed. *dribble dribble* Continuous drops flowed down the same path. She reached under the gown and over her pussy as 2nd nature to prevent the flow. The back of the gown was dripping. She reached over to the drawer with the trash can, took it out, and stumbled over to the furthest corner from the door with two hands on it and squatted. *PSSHSHSHSHSHSH-* She tried adjusting so the cheap plastic lining of the small can would be quieter. *SHSHShshssssssssssssssssflllllll-* The bottom formed a pool which seemed to dampen the sound her stream made. This carried on at high power for 30 seconds, after which another 30 seconds was dedicated to the trickling leakage left behind. Her butt and thighs continued to drip and become cool. Mali then came to her senses. Oh SHIT I have to clean up!!! And the odor, they'll notice something!!! She grabbed the paper towel from the standby dispenser and wiped herself, the floor, and everything up as quickly yet thoroughly as possible, and tossed them into the pee bag. Oh god, that's not gonna hold... She went fast and removed the bag from the can, being careful not to make any sudden movements, and grabbed another bag from the miniature roll of bags at the bottom of the can. That too was soaked. She double bagged it and tied it up to keep the odor from getting everywhere, even though it practically already was. Back into the drawer it went, and Mali quickly re-wiped the ground and gown with water, put her clothes back on, and tucked up the gown neatly to be disposed of inconspicuously. 1 minute later, the doctor returned with her final remarks. She noticed something off with the room but wasn't equipped with saying what it was. It smelled damp but herbal at the same time. They said their goodbyes, and Mali removed the bag and walked with it hidden by her from any office employees, into the bathroom, where she dumped it in the porcelain throne where it belonged. Going home, she contemplated exactly how embarrassing it would've been to ask for two minutes when she walked down that hall the first time. Dr. P was nice, she would've understood, dumbass. she thought to herself. _______ Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. I had a blast writing this one! If you'd like to see Mali return in other omo situations, please consider checking out my previous works, or leaving an idea of your own in the replies which may develop into it's own story!
  11. None of my friends know that I have this fetish And I personally don't like Hold it. I like seeing other people specifically women hold it but if I'm watching a movie most of the time I will hold it through the whole Movie.
  12. To the events I've been to, has been putting signs or such or places that now do have gender neutral bathrooms. I'm happier to have this, and that people don't have to be uncomfortable to have to pick a restroom to fit their assigned gender, and to go when they need to without conflict.
  13. She can wee, she just can’t remove her jeans to do so 😉
  14. That's quite interesting, not so much that it could happen on rare occasions but that a good part of your team did experience it. I hope you don't worry too much about it and find a way to enjoy that little accident. Who knows what could happen during long matches where you try to stay hydrated for health reasons 😉
  15. It would be great that a boy lock his girls jeans for a day trip and leave the key at home. She has no chance to wee no matter how bad she would need to go, she could not even ask for permission because he had no chance to let her go, because the key is at home. No wee for her until at home late in the night! It would be hot as well if a girl had to wear the padlock visible for to show everyone that she is banned to wee. It could be a kind of punishment for her!?
  16. Wow that one takes me back, great to see it again
  17. My native language is Japanese. Since I found this site, I have become more interested in the English language. While using the AI translators, I have come to understand the characteristics of each language. Japanese is simple in grammar and phonology, but there are aspects of it that can be cumbersome. There are infinite orthographic variants, because it is written as pronounced. Subjects are often omitted and subjective and euphemistic expressions are used. In our examinations, we are also often asked to "decipher the meaning of this sentence". Moreover, those authors may point out errors in the correct answers lol.
  18. your day off are always wonderful ^^ what a superbe storie !!
  19. Some of us like to be dominated and forced to do things "for our own good". Part of the game consists in a power struggle where the caretaker inevitably ends up on the upper end.
  20. I wish I could swap places with your fish and enjoy the show🐳🐟🐟🐟🦈
  21. I suggest light grey yoga pants as part of the trampoline uniform.
  22. This girl with her super slim waist and her flat belly is so absolutely sexy for me!!! To see that little padlock and to imagine that she can’t pull down her jeans for a wee, not even when it is already very, very urgently, it is totally hot and arousing. The imagination that she has to hold it no matter how bad it ever will get and to see her bladder crowing out of her thin abdomen is so very hot. I think it must be great if a boy do that with his girl in a omorashi group, or in a sado maso group. He bring his girl with a padlock to a outing. It is for everyone visible that she can’t pull her jeans down, everyone can see that she is not able to wee and everybody would know that she is not allowed to wee until she gets home. I think there would be a lot of boys who would like to make her drink to see her getting desperate!!? To demonstrate so visibly that she is banned to pee would be great.
  23. That's a good one. Another scenario I like is when the training boy/girl is in line for something and leaving the line to dash for the toilet would mean losing priority. If you're merciful, you can let him/her wear some light protection, enough to catch a phew spurts but not a full bladder. He/she will be tempted to let go a little bit in the protection, but that will be risky...
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