Jota

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  1. "Female" Dry yellow stains (w/ pics)

    Great topic revival!
  2. Who's up for it?

    I can also answer your questions, I bet it will be fun to see all the data in the end. And yet your proposal raises another question... How many of us [omorashi fans] have healthcare related jobs? I'm a resident and once I engaged in conversation with another medical student into omo... I start to wonder if it is just coincidence... I know it should cause most of us are into omo since very young age (another thing you can try to confirm! ), but I would like to have an idea of the overall percentage anyway :)
  3. Bunka Taiken [E]

    Very nice find! And thanks for the translation
  4. Expensive Diapers?

    I get your point. Seems to me that you touched the key point when you talk about adapting the production line... The major costs probably come from there, indeed.
  5. Expensive Diapers?

    We all understand you ranting ABDL diapers are, indeed, a market niche like rainbowdashie said. A luxury item, cheap to produce but only available from a limited number of companies who manufacture them and probably have an arrangement between them to keep the prices high and similar. It’s the kind of market you don’t expect much to grow or decline, but to be stationary. As long as the price results and they get the expected profit, prices will not change… In the end, most of us scarcely buy them, unless for special occasions. Buying stamps or prints to your diapers is always a cheaper and more affordable way to make them more babyish. In a related matter, for those who live in Europe and have access to Lindor-Ausonia diapers (at least we have them in Portugal/Spain), I recommend you to try them as an excellent brand with a reasonable price. They have a large capacity (at the level of Tena, the other major brand in our market) and they are also scented and have only one tape on each side which give a more babyish feeling to them. The tapes can be readjusted multiple times, with good barrier leaks and soft texture, making them one of my favorite diapers.
  6. Convincing the neighbor girl to try diapers

    It's really an amazing story. And brave... I would be to shy to propose something like that when I was around that age.
  7. Surprising Experience

    Thank you, Dark Star. This is the a first time for me, I was expecting it to be flawed... Lack of experience. And yes I agree with you after giving it a second look. I was so focused in capturing all the details I could remember that I pretty much forgot everything else... Exactly, Barry! That was the feeling I was trying to describe. The desperation grew so much after I put the diaper on! My body feels it's ok to let go and holding becomes much harder, the urge to pee almost doubles. With the years, my body got to used to just let go when I'm diapered, I think.
  8. Surprising Experience

    Hello... The name’s Jota. I’m 26. I’m male. I’m into omorashi and omutsu… that’s how I found this site in the beginning. I've been lurking around for much time. I really like to come around the forums and read the stories and experiences other members share, but never contributed with one myself. Not out of shyness or selfishness… but simply because besides 2 or 3 episodes in my life, my experiences never seemed so bold, interesting or adorable as the ones other members share (that and the lack of confidence in my english grammar too!). However, this time, I think that what I have to tell is worth sharing. It’s about something that happened to me last week. But first some more context: I’m pretty some of you can relate, but I’m that kind of person that can hold like… FOREVER. It doesn’t matter how much I drink… or how much time I have been holding… I never lost control, not even for a little moment, a little dribble. Although I fantasized about it (in a controlled environment, of course) I really thought that would never be possible for me. Given that, let me tell you about last Friday. It was just like any regular Friday at work. And that means there’s much work to do during the morning. I start around 8:30, and according to my schedule, should be free around 14:00, but that hardly happens. My team and I did a 5 minute break to eat something and drink a coffee in the middle of the morning as usual, but no bathroom break because I was in a hurry. When my team and I were finally finished, my watch already displayed 14:50. Not bad, actually. I had to be present in a meeting at 15:30, so I quickly went down to the canteen with some colleagues who also were going to the meeting and had not eaten yet. Another coffee in the end. At that point, I already felt the need to go to the bathroom, but I was not uncomfortable. We were all in a hurry and we needed at least 15 minutes to get to the building where that meeting was going to have place by foot, so once again I skipped going to the toilet. The meeting only ended up at 17:00… Much debate and few things actually solved, but that’s another story. At this point, yeah, I really needed to go the bathroom. However, a colleague of mine offered me a ride to the metro station. I gladly accepted, and, once again, skipped going to the toilet. Didn’t want to delay him. When I got to the metro station, the metro was already there. I could go to the bathroom there and wait around 15 minutes for the next one, or catch that one. I chose not to wait. At this point, I was already avoiding going to the toilet on purpose… I wanted to push myself to the limit and hold till I got home. The metro ride from my workplace to my house takes around 30 mins. Yes, I felt the urge to pee growing, sometimes it would hit me harder, like sudden waves of desperation, but never to the point where I felt like I would lose control or dribble a little bit. Around 20 minutes later I left the metro and exited 3 stops before the one near my house. There is a supermarket within 10 minutes from there where I usually buy my some groceries, so I decided to spice thinks a little bit and make my holding a little more interesting. I had never held for so long before and now I really felt the need to pee… The pressure was continuous with waves of desperation now and then and I really felt the need to focus in order to hold myself. I entered the supermarket and went to the diaper aisle. Only looking at the diaper packages made me want to pee even more… Probably because when I wear diapers I never really try to hold, I just go whenever I feel like it. There was no one there and I picked up a package of the brand I usually use. However, next to them, there were diapers from another brand I’ve never saw before. I always like to try new things, so I picked up a small package of them instead to try a new grand. After buying them, I went to the bathroom and changed myself into one. They didn’t seem as absorbent as my regular brand, but since I got them to play and I enjoy leaking a bit when I’m playing at home, I didn’t mind. The remaining package was small enough to go inside my backpack and I left store diapered. Diapered and more desperate. Having the diaper on made me feel more aware of how badly I needed to pee… The urge to just let go was now bigger, my subconscious just saying that I could let go now, I was diapered after all. I started my way back to the metro station. I was aroused, but also a little anxious. Aroused because I had never been so desperate, and the feeling was fantastic. The waves of desperation were now longer and more intense… I really felt like grabbing myself sometimes, but I refrained from doing so since I was in public. Anxious, because for the first time I felt like I was pushing myself to the limit and I didn’t trust the diaper I had on at all. I finally got to the metro station. Walking was becoming harder, all I could think at that moment was that I really needed to pee and I didn’t want to go in my diaper… I knew my bladder was so full it would surely leak. To my dismay, the electronic display in the station showed that metro would only arrive in 15 minutes. That hurt. At that moment, I knew I had pushed myself to far. I really needed to pee, seated in a bench with my legs tightly crossed and one hand as discretely as possible between them. Never had I been in such a pickle… I had to constantly remind my brain that it was not ok to pee! For a few times I even felt like it was starting to come out and had to focus my mind and squeeze myself to stop the flow from starting. For the first time, I could really understand the stories I had been reading in the last few years in this forum. I felt true desperation. I needed a bathroom and I needed it badly. The discomfort was now starting to feel more like pain. Having to decide between waiting for the metro or go back to the supermarket, I chose for the later. Walking was something I didn’t want to do at that moment. Time was taking an eternity to pass and the only thing I could do was thinking about how much I needed to go. I tried to think about things but I just couldn’t. Getting up from the bench also revealed to be a bad idea, the desperation instantly doubled when I tried to do so. I seated again. Desperation waves kept coming and once more I felt like I was starting to pee and had to grab my crotch firmly with my hand. I was past the point where I really cared about what the people around would think. Finally the metro arrived. I got up and the desperation hit me again really hard. It was almost unbearable now. Physically, because I was tightening all my muscles as hard as I could, afraid I would pee all over myself if I relaxed even for a little bit, but also mentally, because I had never hold my pee when wearing diapers and the urge to release was enormous in part because wearing one was making me want to go even more. I looked for a place to seat, but they were all taken. I couldn’t stand completely straight at that moment, so I reclined myself against a wall and crossed my legs hard. The metro finally start moving. We advanced one stop, but there were 2 more to go. When it started moving again the biggest wave of desperation till then hit me. It was too much. I felt myself releasing a little spurt in my diaper. That was the first that happened to me, I couldn’t believe it! It was now even more difficult to hold. I don’t really know how I got to the last stop without losing control again. I left the metro and now I was really near my house, just around 400 meters. I thought that would be ok. But I was wrong. Just a little after I started walking another big wave of desperation hit me and I let a really big spurt out. I froze in place, feeling the front of my diaper getting wet. Finally I reacted and managed to stop the flow, but the urge to pee was so much I only stopped it for a 1 second before I let another big spurt out. I stopped once more, but again after 1 or 2 seconds the pain was so much I started peeing again. After the 3rd spurt, I finally managed to stop myself from letting my entire bladder go into my diaper… but I still needed to pee so much and my diaper was already really wet... I kept walking, putting all my best efforts into not letting another spurt out again, afraid my bladder would spasm again as it did before and let go multiple spurts, causing the diaper to leak. I crossed the street and I was at that point where I only needed to go down the street I was in, turn right in the end, walk a little more and I was home. So close, but so far. The pressure was building up again, almost as strong as when I lost the first big spurt. I wanted to walk faster, but that increased the desperation… Pee. Pee. Pee. The urge was so much. I tried, but I didn’t even make it to the end of the street. Another giant wave of desperation hit me and I started peeing. It was not a spurt anymore, it was a big stream. I couldn’t stop it anymore, so I just stood there, soaking my diaper. I feel the warm and wet feeling spreading through the entire diaper till my butt. I tried to stop peeing when I felt like the diaper was at its limit, but my muscles didn’t obey my anymore. I felt the pee running down my legs and I knew the diaper was leaking. My denim jeans were not dark enough to hide what was happening and I could see the wet patches forming from the places where the barriers leaked. I had no idea how it was looking from behind, but I touched it with my hand I could feel it leaked badly as well. The wet patch in the left side went a little below my knee and I even felt some pee going all the way till my feet and pudding around me on the floor... I was mortified and exhilarated at the same time. The warm sensation, the wet patch, the loss of control, it was an experience like never before, but I was also afraid to get caught. Fortunately, since it was noon already and all shops close around 17:00 in that street, it was pretty much deserted. I don’t think anyone saw me peeing myself, unless they were looking out of an apartment window at that moment. The walk home was really short now. Turning the street I walked by a man jogging, but he was so engrossed in his training I don’t think he even noticed my soaked jeans. I then passed by woman walking her dog. I think she noticed because she gave me a slightly long look, but if she did she was considerate enough not to say anything or show any kind of reaction. I finally got home, thanking the universe I didn’t bump into any neighbor in the elevator and went straight to the shower to clean up. Later that night, I decided to write that day adventure down. Mostly to revive the experience and keep all the details in my memory, it’s true, but also because I finally though I had an interesting contribution to post as a gesture of thankfulness for all those who also share their experiences here. Jota PS.: english is not my native language... Please help me improve and tell me if you find some errors!
  9. What happened to her? diapers and pacifiers

    This is not a portuguese or brazilian site, you should speak in english if you want people to understand you. I do speak portuguese, but I guess most don't :) People close tumbler accounts for various reasons... Maybe it's just temporary, maybe it's permanent. No way to know for sure I guess unless you have her e-mail.