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JayLew

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    he/him

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  • I'm into..
    Ageplay
    Bathroom Control
    Bedwetting
    Diapers
    Tickling
    Watersports
    Bondage
    Crossdressing
    Cuddling
    Face-sitting
    Gender bender
    Humiliation
    Hypnosis
    Immobilization
    Master / Slave
    Messing
    Parent and child play
    Pee drinking
    Sissification
    Spanking

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  1. Everyone does it. Boys, girls, trans, non-binary... When we get desperate, we all squirm and contort ourselves, or fidget and hop around to try to relive the pressure. And nobody taught us to do this; we just do it instinctively. And more often than not, it works, at least for a little while. Shifting around like that lightens the desperation. But why? How does squirming actually lessen desperation? Is there an anatomical basis for this?
  2. I think her name is Lainey. Maybe. There was a big cache of her videos posted here not long ago
  3. Granted. Everyone in your town now tests positive for Covid, and you're the one who infected them. I wish I could speak and understand every language in the world.
  4. I've done this a few times. Usually just with underwear. As everyone says, it's a good way to avoid a mess, but I find there are other advantages over the shower. It's also easier to clean yourself. The pee stays confined to your groin and hind region, and stays off your legs. You don't need a shower afterward, just a few wipes. (Sometimes I shower anyway, though.) Plus the feelings are all in my favorite places. I sit down, let go, and I get to feel the warmth flow over my boy parts, down between my legs, and then pool just a bit on my bottom before my underwear saturates and starts trickling into the bowl. It's like a diaper, but the pee spreads out quicker. There's one other thing I like, though it's an odd one. Like I said, I have boy parts. Usually when I sit on the toilet, my pee is silent, hitting the front of the bowl before running down. Here, the pee flows to the middle before dripping down into the water, making a loud trickle. The sound makes it feel a little like I have girl parts. It's different for me.
  5. One thing I like is the bedwetting dream. Someone is sound asleep, needing to pee, and dreaming of looking for a toilet. Their dream desperation mirrors their real-world desperation as they search around. And then some parental figure, real or not, appears in the dream, soothes the dreamer, assuring them it's okay to let go and pee. And so they wet their pants in the dream, and wet the bed in real life. Or you could go a meaner route, where a bunch of school bullies are surrounding the dreamer, pointing and laughing as they lose control. As for whether they wake up mid-stream, I like it when they're done or nearly done by the time they realize what's happening. Too late to do anything.
  6. I just poked around some of those pages covering my relationship and sex styles. "I don't know who this is describing, but it's not me."
  7. This post contains graphic descriptions of a messy diaper and masturbation. If that's not your thing, please skip this post. I got in a little diaper time today. No real desperation or anything in public. Just taking some time to enjoy the feeling of a wet and messy diaper against my skin. I was out running errands today when I got the urge to pee. I was just about done and ready to head home. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I realized I hadn't had a bowel movement yet that morning, probably because I skipped my morning coffee. That's when I got devil horns and decided to have a little fun. I pulled into a coffee drive-thru, ordered a medium coffee, and started heading home. By the time I got home through traffic, I was about a 4. (This is not a desperation story, btw.) Normally I would have gone straight to the toilet, but this time I locked the door, took off my shoes, pants, and underwear, went into my closet, and grabbed an ABU Lil Paws. Opened it up, gave it a quick fluff, and was about to start taping it on when, getting another idea, I took a jar of petroleum jelly and put a little dollop on my butthole, wiggling my legs and tush a little spread it around. I closed and taped my diaper and, after admiring my padded butt in the mirror, went to the computer, now feeling very certain this was going to be a messy diaper before long. I wasn't doing anything naughty at first. (Well, nothing else naughty.) Weekends are my time to get stuff done. I paid a utility bill, did the day's Wordle (4/6), and got about halfway through the Saturday crossword puzzle when my desperation had reached a 6 or 7, fidgeting a little. I had hoped to finish before wetting and moving on to, ahem, other things, but I guess I was just a little impatient, and decided to let go. Seconds later, I could feel the warm pee shooting out of my penis, surrounding the head, then flowing down along the thirsty padding. A balloon of warmth spread down to my testicles and just a little further to my perineum, all while my penis rumbled, just a little, from the full stream shooting out. I reached down and felt the padding through the plastic shell, now warm to the touch and clay-like. I thought, "I'm glad I took time for this." As my stream died down, I bent forward to inspect the damage. Lil Paws can hold quite a lot, and while this was a full-size wetting, my diaper still had a little capacity. In the front, that is; my coffee-induced poopy was almost here. I closed the crossword and switched over to more mature material (wink) while gently squeezing the soggy front of my diaper. Then after feeling my bowels get heavier for a few minutes, a small spurt of pee came out, and I knew it was time. I got up from my chair, waddled a few paces away, squatted down, and started to push. I'm not very good at pooping my diaper, and I always have a little resistance trying to unclench, but after a third push, I felt my butthole finally open up and my poopy start to poke out. Slow at first, then speeding up as I passed the tipping point. Firm but soft, and very squishable. It hit the back padding of my diaper and mushroomed out, pressing up against the insides of my cheeks and perineum with its own warmth, different from pee. I felt the flow stop, and began to stand up, but then realized a second wave was coming. Back down, another push, and more poopy packed into the back of my diaper, this time a little softer and warmer, but still solid. My whole diaper shifted to make room. Finally, after this wave died down, there was one last spurt of pee and I gingerly stood up again, now more confident I was done. This was a bigger mess than I had planned on, and I was a little worried it would spill out the sides of my legs if I sat in it. So I waddled over to the linen closet to grab a towel for my chair, just in case. My diaper was now sagging quite a bit, and I pulled it up to keep contact with my skin, but my mess just rolled down to the center, just under my balls. It bumped up against me with each step, kissing me in a wonderful place. I also got a little whiff of the smell. Rank, certainly, but not sulfuric or anything indicating I was sick. I draped the towel over the chair and sat down. My diaper held it all in! Some of my mess spread up the back of my crack, but most of it spread around my testicles and perineum. I even wiggled a little bit, feeling it spread around, naughty little diaper boy! I went back to my computer, reading some erotica and looking at pictures. I kept squishing the front of my diaper, but I was pointed the wrong way. And what's more, the warmth of my earlier pee was starting to fade. Not cold, by any stretch, but there was room for improvement. I tried to pee a little more, but I was pretty much empty. I got up again and waddled over to my bathroom. My poopy was now clinging to my skin, except for the area closest to my butthole, thanks to the petroleum jelly. I got to the sink, quickly reached into my diaper and (carefully) adjusted myself, and washed my hands. The warm water wasn't nudging my bladder at all, but I still had some more room for liquid in the diaper. So I poured a cup of warm water from the bathroom sink, pulled open the front of my diaper, and slowly poured it in. Then I returned to the computer. In my experience, the first time you wet a diaper is great. It's a warm relief and the diaper's exterior is fun to feel and squeeze. But the second time you wet, either by yourself or simulating it with tap water, is something else entirely. The padding becomes slippery, even slimy, as it starts to reach capacity and the SAP expands. Now I could poke the front of my sodden diaper and my penis would move out of the way, like squeezing a pumpkin seed in your fingers. I was in heaven as I massaged my diaper and my penis began sliding around and getting hard. As I continued, I occasionally stood up a little to refresh the messy sensations on my tush. Soon, I was barely paying attention to the computer, instead focusing on the sensory universe coming from my diaper--wet, warm, slippery, messy, naughty, stinky, and finally... sticky! I laid there and relaxed for a few moments before I saw the clock and decided it was time to clean up. Even after all that, there were no leaks! I went to the bathroom and untaped my diaper, dropping the solids into the toilet and wiping away the larger clumps from my skin with baby wipes before washing up in the shower. (Before you ask, alas, I have no photos.) There's still a little odor in the computer room, so I'll need to make a pass with the air freshener. (Luckily, I live alone.) I'll fix a quick dinner, finish the crossword, and call this a great Saturday! Thanks for reading! Sorry if this was too much for anyone.
  8. Formal wear? Like black tie tuxedo? Wow! I don't think I'm brave enough to wet myself in public, with or without rain. The point about the weather was, there's nothing else for me to do, so why not stay in and play pee-pee games.
  9. Granted, but all the letters your stamps seal contain horrible, heartbreaking news. I wish I could change my appearance/age/gender at will, by mood, as if changing clothes.
  10. I'm planning to do a rapid desperation hold this weekend. Rainy forecast and nothing to do but do a day-long water run-up. Once I'm good and desperate, I'd like to try to trigger a real accident, instead of just letting go. (I'll almost certainly wear a diaper, to avoid a mess.) I have a few ideas on how I can do this: jumping jacks, listening to running water, stand in front of the toilet but don't unzip... Can anyone give me some other ideas on what I can do during my hold? I don't want to go out, just some challenges that will risk me leaking or busting loose.
  11. I want to take a slightly more active role on this board. I'm Jay, and I've been lurking around omorashi.org for a while now. I've been fascinated with pee and diapers as far back as I can remember. Once when I was a kid, I fashioned diapers out of some bathtowels. I can't tell you how relieved I was when I found the internet and discovered there was an entire community of like-minded people to connect with. I've been wearing diapers recreationaly now for about 3 years (ABU Little Paws are my brand), and have even been to a few meetups. There's a very good littles and AB community where I live, but I'm more into the sensory and humiliation aspects of wetting. I love reading about people forced to wear diapers, forced to wet and mess themselves, and even forced to dress very girly. When I'm not kinking out, I enjoy crosswords, experimental fiction, and sketch comedy.
  12. Sorry if this has been answered elsewhere. I really like the new forum artwork on the front page. Who's the artist? And where can we see more of their work? Also, does the omo girl have a name?
  13. JayLew

    Lainey

    These are some great videos! Does anyone know if she has a store somewhere?
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