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Yeah lol this would be a lot hotter if the women weren't so visibly repulsed by these dudes

I think a fun mod would be to have characters piss themselves if they get the Frightened (or other) status. It could even apply the Wet status or make a water surface below them! I'm sure there's enough dialogue to splice together to make some good voice lines for that too. Just seems like a huge amount of work.

Thanks! I might, I just haven't felt like it/haven't thought of another scenario in this setting. If there's something that people would like to see me explore with this then I'm all ears.

Love the upskirt angle on this!

Hey y'all, here's a new little story I've been working on. It's about wizards. Very very loosely based on the D&D setting by ABKatelyn https://www.deviantart.com/thebabybunch/art/Playtest-Version-The-Land-of-Magia-D-n-Diapers-582484039 --- During orientation, the Novice RA called all of the new students to yet another informational meeting. "Alright folks, tonight we have to have a talk about diapers." Groans and giggling rose out of the assembled group. "Simmer down, this is an important discussion. As I'm sure you all know, mana is a potent diuretic. High concentrations of mana in the body lead, almost always, to incontinence. As novices, I need everyone to understand what you're getting in to. If you don't already have your own diapers, they are available for free at the infirmary, and I highly recommend you start wearing them daily. If not... you'll be doing a lot of laundry." It was true, everyone knew it. Heck, they'd had a version of this talk back in high school too. Most of what they've learned in their previous magic classes was theoretical, but teachers would always gently recommend wearing a diaper during practical exams, just in case. It was a bit embarrassing, and it was rude to speculate who did and who didn't follow through, but almost everyone had somebody in their class who thought they would be able to hold it and then wet their pants during finals. Not to mention, who hadn't finished their Magic homework with damp underwear once or twice? "I'm going to be real with you all right now. Wizardry takes dedication. If you haven't become incontinent by they time you're an apprentice, you just won't graduate." This news clearly came as a shock to some of the novices. Sure, accidents could be expected, and everyone knew professional wizards wore diapers under their robes. There was no way to cast spells that powerful without wetting yourself. But total incontinence? "All the time, though? What about, uh, number two?" "Yes, you'll have to get comfortable with number two as well. Honestly, it's way more shameful to be an apprentice who is themselves ashamed of their diapers, and who holds it in only to become incapacitated by soiling themselves at an inopportune time, than to be an apprentice who can no longer control their bowels and can stride into danger with the confidence that voiding will not disrupt them." The assembled novices were silent. "Again, it's truly nothing to be ashamed of," said the RA. "To be candid, my diaper is wet. I need to change it right after this meeting. I haven't used the toilet since my second month of being a novice and I honestly wish I'd stopped sooner. I'd wager many of your classmates in this room right now are also sitting in wet diapers." Some of the novices blushed. "So, I have several sizes of diaper with me right now, if anyone needs some. The bathrooms are still open, of course, but I would try to stop using them as much as you can. And - and of course this isn't mandatory, but - change your roommates diapers! It's a great bonding experience, and it'll help both of you get comfortable with wearing them!" The novices stood and shuffled off back to their rooms. A faint crinkling could be heard if you listened hard enough. Sophie sat on her bed, eyeing the diaper in her hands apprehensively. It was way bigger than she'd expected, and seemed way more substantial than the postpartum underwear she'd worn to her AP Conjuration exam last Spring. Summoning that mud elemental had made her leak a bit, but it hadn't even been as bad as the leaks during her most hardcore cram sessions. Was she really expected to become completely incontinent by the time she was an apprentice? It seemed like getting her degree was going to be more strenuous than she anticipated. "So are you going to put it on, or just stare at it?" Helen, Sophie's roommate, chided her from atop her own bed, where she read a novel by hovering witchlight. With her bifocals, messy bun, and diaper waistband peeking from her mismatched pajamas, Helen was the image of the young novice. She was one of those students with a tragic medical backstory that had motivated them to start studying healing magic at a young age. As a result of her dedication, she'd clearly abandoned the toilet long ago. She wasn't shy about it, and had made this all clear to Sophie on move-in day by asking Sophie if she would be comfortable changing each other's diapers. Sophie, to say the least, hadn't been wearing a diaper, and didn't have any diapers, and wasn't really anticipating having to wear a diaper. Things had been a bit awkward in the several days since. If anything, Sophie was intimidated by Helen, who arrived with several community college credits under her belt and a full semester ahead of many of the other students in the healing track. Sure, Sophie had gotten fives on the AP conjuration and evocation practicals, but at this school, who hadn't? Surely Helen thought of her as unserious, just a kid who was still uncomfortable with the career path she was going into crippling debt to pursue. And she wasn't even a week in. Sophie took a deep breath. Maybe she was looking at this from the wrong angle. Helen clearly had her shit together and a clear vision for her future. Sophie... did not. She hadn't even picked a specialization yet. But maybe, if she followed Helen's lead, she could avoid flunking out. And if that meant wearing diapers... Sophie unfolded the diaper and laid it on her bed in front of her before pulling off her sweatpants and panties and plopping down on top of it. Now what? It wasn't like she'd ever had to put a diaper on before. Did these tapes go in the front or the back? Helen stared quizzically at Sophie as she fumbled with the diaper. "I can show you how to do it, if you want." "I can figure it out!" Sophie would be damned if she let Helen condescend to her by teaching her something so basic. After readjusting the tapes several times, Sophie felt satisfied, and hopped down off her bed, diaper exposed. She stood in front of her bed for a second, as if subconsciously waiting for Helen to notice that she'd diapered herself successfully. Helen glanced up from her book. "Ah... you'll get it soon enough." That night, Sophie couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned endlessly, super-conscious of the padding between her legs. It was a surreal feeling, a sensation she didn't realize she remembered deep, deep in her memory. But worse than the diaper itself was the fact that she had to pee. So. Bad. Her intent had been to just use the diaper if she needed to, but she wasn't able to make herself do it before bed. She'd gone to sleep assuming that once she fell asleep, maybe she'd just wet the bed or something. But she hadn't fallen asleep. Normally she'd just get up to use the bathroom, but if she really wanted to be a wizard, she was going to have to get used to using her diaper. The thing was... she just couldn't do it. She tried pushing, she tried relaxing, no matter what, she could not overcome her body's conditioning. Eventually she hit that point of insomnia where you give up and check the time. Maybe casting the clock spell would be the rush of mana she needed to let go. Sophie signed the somatic component for the spell under her covers and whispered the magic words. Instantly, numbers burning with the full light of the noon sun appeared on the ceiling. Sophie was immediately blinded and yelped involuntarily, having forgotten that this spell was meant to be bright enough for use in direct sunlight, let alone in a pitch-black room. She kept the spell going until her eyes adjusted. Well, it was 4:32. That, and her diaper was still dry. The minor conjuration hadn't been enough. "What's going on?" Apparently she'd woken Helen up. Sophie immediately dispelled the numbers and the room returned to darkness. "My bad, I just can't sleep." She heard the rustle and crinkle of Helen sitting up in bed. "Are you okay? I could try casting a minor sleep spell on you." "No, it's fine, I'm just..." Ugh. "I have to pee really bad." "Oh... okay." A minute or so elapsed without either of them saying anything, before Helen asked the obvious question. "So are you going to go to the bathroom, or what?" Sophie sighed. It was 4:32 and her desire to wall herself off from Helen was weakened. "I'm trying to use my diaper." "Can you... not?" "No, I can't. My body just wont let me do it." Sophie could hear Helen blow air out her nose. "That's kind of funny. I've been 24/7 long enough that I can't remember wetting myself ever being hard." "Can you seriously like, not hold it anymore?" "Not at all. I barely notice when I'm going." "That's wild." Another bout of silence. "Can you just like... take it off?" "Yeah, I guess, but, argh!" Helen just didn't get it. "You heard what the RA said. If we aren't comfortable using diapers we aren't going to graduate. And... not graduating isn't an option for me. So I have to be able to do this. You wouldn't understand." "Sophie... I'm sorry." More silence. "There's another thing I can do to help, if you want." "How do you mean?" "I can cast a spell on you. Healing magic. I saw a spell once in a medical textbook that's used to make patients void their bowels. For like colonoscopies, and stuff." "A spell to make me 'void my bowels'? Isn't that a bit extreme?" "I could try to tone it down a bit. I mean... I've never actually cast it before." "Yeah, thanks, but no thanks." "Alright, well, maybe just think of running water or something? I'm going back to sleep." "Good night." Sophie laid there, staring at the ceiling, for another twenty minutes or so. She pictured herself sitting on the toilet, mentally repeating a mantra that it was okay for her to pee. It was no use. Her body just wouldn't let her, and the ache in her abdomen kept her from falling asleep. "Hey, Helen?" "Rghmph?" "Sorry, could you, uh, cast that spell on me?" Helen didn't respond, but Sophie could hear the rustling of sheets and crinkle of a diaper as she slid out of bed and trudged over to Sophie. "Covers off. Lay flat on your back." Sophie obeyed. "You'll probably also want your knees up." Helen pulled Sophie's shirt up to expose her belly and laid her hand on Sophie's bare skin. Sophie blushed in the dark at the physical contact, a shyness that only deepened as Helen's hand felt around, pressing her abdomen, and then reached into her pants under the tall waistband of the diaper. "H-hey now!" "I need to be above your bladder. Just picture you're at the doctor's office." But I'm not! Sophie thought. And you're like a decade from being a real doctor! The thought gave her second thoughts. Was she really about to let a groggy Helen experiment on her based on a memory of a spell from gods know how long ago? But it was too late to voice her objections, Helen had already started casting. She traced shapes on Sophie's skin underneath the diaper, and murmured some words in the arcane tongue. It tickled a bit, and Sophie couldn't help fidgeting. Heat built up under Helen's fingers as her mana burned, turning into the raw change that was about to act upon Sophie's body. Sophie gasped as the discomfort in her bladder suddenly spiked to painful heights, and then she felt it: a warmth spreading through the diaper. The pain wasn't abetting, but she was doing it, she was wetting herself. It was a strange feeling - when she'd leaked in the past, it was a sudden jolt that caused involuntary little spurts. But now the pee was draining out of her, full force, so against her will that she could barely feel the stream leaving her. Even so, the pain in her bowels was only getting worse. Helen was still casting. Did Helen realize that the spell had worked, that Sophie was peeing and that she could stop now? Sophie opened her mouth to say something to that effect, but all that came out was a pained moan, because right at that moment her body was wracked by what felt like a horrific stomach ache. She doubled over into a fetal position which was all the indication Helen needed to remove her hand from Sophie's diaper. The spell had stopped, but it had completed it's work. Sophie was already filling her diaper with a secondary substance. "Oh my god, are you okay?!" Asked Helen, real worry in her voice. A wet fart was all she got in response. Sophie laid there, sweating and breathing heavily: just as advertised, her bowels were voiding themselves. She tensed as waves of desperation washed over her and her biology took over in order to push poop into her diaper. At least now that the spell was over, each push made her feel so much better. Helen stood there awkwardly in the dark as she waited for Sophie to finish messing herself, her whole body clenching every few seconds. "Im... really sorry about this." "No- urghh ahh, it's ough it's fine, I asked oughhh I asked you to." "I shouldn't have tried that! I'd never even practiced it." "I mean, seems like it urk worked, didn't it? I'm..." Sophie sighed deeply. "I'm empty." Helen laughed. "I guess so. I just feel bad that you have to clean up now." Sophie thought about it. "Eh... I'll get it in the morning." "Seriously?" "I have to get used to this, don't I? And besides, I feel like I'm going to pass out now that I've let go of so much... tension." "If you say so. Just don't come crying to me if you get a rash. I don't have any spells for that, that's more of an alchemy thing." "It's only a couple hours til I have class... I'll be fine." Helen climbed back into her own bed. "Well if it makes you feel any better, my diaper isn't exactly dry after casting that." "Well, maybe in the morning we can change each other, like the RA said." "I'd like that." Exhausted by the events of the last thirty minutes, the two novices quickly fell asleep, diapers full to bursting.

Most likely! I just haven't been in a writing mood. Glad you're enjoying it.

Okay so a bit of backstory on this next chapter. I started writing this like a year ago to accompany an art commission from the wonderful Raychzec. Unfortunately due to technical problems on his end it fell through, but I got his permission to touch up the initial sketch a bit! So hopefully you enjoy this and don't mind my iffy image editing skills. Chapter 6.5: The First Time Olivia Pooped in the Gym Showers (messing, wetting) Shannon loved her pet freshman. She knew the moment she flagged her down at the activity fair that she'd be perfect for the team. There was something about her that gave her a good feeling about this tall, shy, lanyard-wearing girl, who'd been attentively scanning each booth. She seemed like the type that had been a wallflower in High School and was now making an active attempt to break out of her shell. Plus, she had the right body type for swimming. The swim team really needed the members - they were only active on a club basis and if anyone else quit they might get their budget revoked at the end of the semester. Shannon couldn't have guessed that her joke about peeing in the pool would be the thing to make this prospie light up and absentmindedly play with her waist-length braid. Who knew that would be the deciding factor? Everyone else thought that kind of humor would drive prospies away, but she sure showed them! Fast forward a month and Shannon's freshman seemed like a completely different person. She'd cut her long hair into a bob the first week of practice and even started flirting with one of the boys on the team. Her muscles were starting to get toned. Shannon loved to see it. And, that shy girl turned out to be completely fearless about peeing in the pool. The other girls could be shy about their collective propensity to pee in the pool or in the showers, but Olivia Smith truly gave zero shits. Sure, she would clam up if you called her out on it, but Olivia would pee through her bathing suit anywhere there was a drain in the floor. In the showers, on the pool deck, in the locker room when changing, you name it: Shannon had witnessed Olivia piss there. Shannon even thought she'd seen a wet spot between Olivia's legs during weight training once, but it could have just been sweat and she didn't want to get caught gawking. Shannon was a bit embarrassed about the amount of time she spent trying to sneak a peek at Olivia's butt and crotch and feet and thighs... t-to see if she had peed, right? Just so she could have ammo to tease her with, obviously. God Olivia was weird, but she was Shannon's same kind of weird. It wasn't just the pee stuff either, Olivia was really... particular? Shannon thought maybe she had OCD or something, because Olivia's locker room behavior obeyed rules Shannon just couldn't parse. For starters, Olivia's panties were always bone dry. Maybe it was a weird thing to notice, but Olivia's panties always looked like they were fresh out of the dryer. No sweat, no blood, no other moisture, nothing, not even a wedgie when she took off her dress (that was another thing, she never wore pants). And obviously, some people just weren't that juicy down there. She was also completely clean-shaven down there, not even stubble to be seen. Maybe Olivia just had a thing about being "clean"? On the other hand, Shannon swore she could sometimes smell the faintest whiff of urine on Olivia's person, even out and about on campus, so how clean could she be with all this pissing during practice? Truly, though, the weirdest thing was that Olivia always changed in a bathroom stall at away meets, and only at away meets. Shannon had no idea what was up with that, but she figured it would be a weirdo thing to bring up and nobody ever pressed Olivia on it. And while the day would soon arrive that all of Shannon's pee-related questions about Olivia, and herself, would be answered, for the time being Shannon was having enough fun with Olivia to not be worried about satisfying her curiosity. Until then, one day marked a serious escalation in their urinary activities. It began pretty normally. Olivia preferred to wet herself in the showers before practice even started, if not over a drain in the locker room. It was funny, she seriously seemed like she had real trouble holding it sometimes! Shannon liked to hold it. She really liked to hold it. So throughout practice Shannon chugged from her bottle of Gatorade until she could barely handle the pressure in her abdomen, at which point she moved to the side of the lane and hung off the lane line to pee. Olivia swam in the same lane and soon arrived, stopping mid-set to see what Shannon was up to. She didn't even have to ask. "Peeing." Shannon said matter-of-factly. This seemed to appease the coach who had been approaching to tell Shannon off but abruptly about-faced to monitor another lane. "May I join you?" asked Olivia, pulling up her goggles. "It would be my honor." Shannon said in a bad English accent. Olivia floated over to grab the lane line next to Shannon. It was hard to pee if you were treading water with your legs. The lane was small, and they jostled each other, bodies almost pressed together in an attempt to stay out of the way of the remaining swimmers. The water near Shannon was noticeably warm. Shannon's holding techniques meant she usually peed for a long time and by the time Olivia joined her she was still going strong. They were close enough together that Shannon could feel the pressure of Olivia's pee stream as soon as it began. She felt a fluttering in her lady parts that she wasn't sure how to explain. Practice continued as normal, both girls peeing in the pool as needed. Eventually, coach declared it was time to practice dives, and everyone pulled themselves on to the deck and got in line. Shannon always tried to be right behind Olivia in order to stare at her butt on the block pep her up. Today her pervy comradely instincts were rewarded. Olivia climbed on the block, and at the coach's "take your marks" folded herself over, giving Shannon a great view of her butt, and then at the same time, an unambiguous, incontrovertible gush of pee darkened shimmered forth from Olivia's crotch and ran down her legs. Seconds later she'd sprung from the block and was halfway down the lane, leaving Shannon a bit flustered in her wake. But Shannon was up next, and she climbed up on the block. Olivia's pee had run off the block onto the deck by this point, but the moisture left was warm to Shannon's bare feet. They laughed about it in the shower afterwards. The gym's showers were supposed to be single-occupancy stalls, but there were too many swimmers so they had to share. Shannon and Olivia often had one to themselves, as they did today. Peeing through their suits in the shower was common for the whole womens' team, and Shannon and Olivia did so freely as they lathered up their hair with the communal shampoo. "Nice pee on the block." was one of the first things out of Shannon's mouth. "Thanks." said Olivia. "Do you not do that?" "No, never." "I want my mind clear at the start of the race, so if I have to go I just let it out. I do it at meets all the time." "I can't believe I've never noticed that!" "You've been slacking, you always notice when I pee." Shannon blushed at this. "But give it a try, you'll go faster." After a few seconds of silence, Olivia seemed to get uncomfortable, like she had something on her mind. "Hey... you mind if I... poop?" Olivia said in a low voice, without making eye-contact. "...poop?" "Yeah like in my suit." "You wouldn't." "I... really have to go." Surely she was just joking around. "I say go for it. Actually, you know what? I dare you." Olivia didn't seem to pick up on Shannon's playful tone. "Thanks." she said, and then relaxed a bit, before letting out a soft gasp and blushing. "I'm going." Shannon gasped. "Oh. My. God. You're actually doing it?" she whispered urgently, with excitement, her mouth as close as she could get it to Olivia's ear, so other's wouldn't hear. Olivia blushed deeper as Shannon's lips grazed her ear. She looked Shannon right in the eyes and gave her a forced smile. Then a wave of urgency seemed to hit her, and Olivia couldn't help screwing her eyes closed as she pushed more poo into the seat of her one-piece. A synchronized gush of pee shot down her left leg. Shannon was now trying valiantly to repress a hysterical giggle. With each shake of laughter pee shot down her own legs. The pool of water surrounding the drain was now a murky, dark, yellow color. "Olivia!! Oh my god!" she said when she finally gained her composure, "Oh man, you're the funniest person alive!" They maintained eye-contact for a while, both unsure of what to say. Shannon leaned back in to Olivia's ear. "Can I feel it?" "FEEL it?" Olivia hissed back in surprise. For a second there was only Olivia's hot breath on the side of Shannon's face. "...sure." Shannon wordlessly pulled Olivia in close as she reached around to touch her butt. Their hips pressed together awkwardly. Shannon felt around Olivia's backside until she found the warm lump behind her legs. She squeezed it gently, butterflies suddenly in her stomach. Olivia's hand, squashed between them, came to rest awkwardly on Shannon's boob, and she reflexively pushed her back. "This is queen shit, Liv." They both snorted at the unintended pun. "What are you going to do now?" "I'll just go dump it in the toilet?" Olivia responded casually, as if that step was obvious. "And then I'll come back to rinse off. I can wait for you to finish." Shannon's eyes bugged out. "Everyone's going to SEE!" She said this too loud. "See what??" their teammate Jessica shouted nosily from the adjacent stall. A few quick, wet steps, and then the shower curtain was ripped open. It wasn't clear who was more startled, the girls who just got walked in on pissing themselves in the shower, or the girl who just stumbled upon Olivia with a load of poo in her bathing suit. "Olivia, did you poop yourself?" Suddenly the entire team was there gawking, and laughter spread like wildfire. Girls were collapsing onto each other, leaning against the old tile walls. This was a bit too much for Olivia though, who rapidly began to tear up at the sight of her new friends laughing at her. She began to make herself small, fleeing into the corner of the shower, unsure whether to hide her face or her accident. The sound of Olivia's sobs cut through the laughter like a hot knife through butter, and everyone rapidly quieted down. Senior and team captain Rachel pushed her way into the shower to put her arm around Olivia's shoulder. "No honey, honey, we're sorry, it's okay, it's just... well its funny is all. We think you're really funny." "...funny!?" Olivia sniffed. "Yeah, like, you know... we're all peeing! We're all comfortable around pee, and well, you take it to the next level! You're a legend! It's hilarious." "Really? So you don't think I'm... weird?" "No way!" chimed in another girl, Tara. "Honestly I've always wanted to do that, I was just worried what everyone else would think..." "Yeah me too, seriously." "You're really brave." Rachel gently pulled Olivia's arm away from her face. "Nothing ever leaves this locker room, okay?" She made eye contact with the assembled swimmers, and they nodded vigorously. "Olivia, nobody's going to make fun of you for, uh... going number two. Just make sure you wash off, okay? Lots of soap." "Thanks Rachel. Thanks girls." Olivia smiled weakly, and then cut a path through the throng towards the nearest toilet stall, where she pulled her suit to the side to empty it into the toilet. Nothing more about it was said, and this was not the last time Olivia, or her teammates for that matter, would intentionally mess after practice.

Kind of freaking out right now. Went to hang out at a friends' house tonight and through a series of events found out he's also an ABDL. So backing up a bit, my partner's been out of town this week so I've been doing a lot of kink stuff in my free time. Not that I'm like hiding stuff from her but it's a bit embarrassing to be like hey fyi putting a diaper on now lol so I don't tend to do it casually. See my last post in this subforum for how my last week alone went. But anyway it was kind of on my mind at my friend's house, he's a furry and I was wondering if I should like open up to him about this because he'd definitely understand. He's very open minded and has definitely had encountered babyfurs before. But I wasn't like super planning on it. Then we were standing around and I noticed he had a set of those like puzzle piece play mat things unopened in his room. Okay weird. Sirens going off a bit but I didn't want to mention it. Then he mentioned he was going to have a "sleepover" with some "friends" over the weekend, and I was like "oh furries I assume" and he was like "...no." Then when we actually got down to playing the furry themed TCG he'd gotten at a con that we were meeting up to play, he was like, "its funny, I actually won a tournament for a babyfur card game at a con once." At that point I was like "okay we need to talk" and opened up to him and I guess I have my first irl ABDL friend? It's interesting since I'm coming at this from more of an omorashi angle (duh) whereas he's coming at it from a furry angle so I wonder what that's like. It's super surreal honestly because he's a college friend and we've known each other for like 5-7 years depending on how you count it. So yeah idk. Not as sexual as my normal posts here but it was a wild thing that happened and I guess will continue to happen. Not sure if I'm interested in having a like playdate with him or whatever, like idk if I'm comfortable with actually hanging out in that context yet but I guess we'll see. And if you find my account on here, hey man whats up.

I've got a lot of writing energy lately! Here's another chapter featuring Haley. Chapter 31 - Fire Drill 💦🧷 Haley was working on a lab report at her desk when Lexi returned to their room around eleven PM. She was still bundled up from the cold. Haley had been watching tonight's blizzard through the window as she worked. The snow was getting deeper by the minute, but it hadn't been enough to cancel the grading party Lexi had to attend for her TA job. "How was it?" Haley asked without looking up from her laptop. Lexi pulled off her slush covered boots. "Fine." She hung her coat up near the door and stuffed her hat and gloves into the pockets. "I'm not allowed to tell you about students answers, but you'd never believe what some of these kids write..." "Kids?" Haley snorted, swiveling around to face her roommate. "Probably half of them are older than us." Now Lexi was taking off her shirt and bra. "I have power over them, so they're kids." She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to reveal a clearly peed-in Goodnite. "Yeah, they're the kids?" Haley said sarcastically, gesturing at the diaper. Lexi looked down at her special underwear and rolled her eyes. "Somebody was bringing beers. I was just thinking ahead." Ever since that party in the Fall, Lexi had been much more open about her situational incontinence with Haley. After they'd all wet themselves, the three girls had decided that had been enough of that and snuck back to Lexi and Haley's room. They'd toweled off and Lexi introduced Haley to Goodnites. Lexi, Haley, and Olivia spent the rest of the night drinking in the dorm room, all of them pants-less, wetting their pull-ups as they showed each other YouTube videos. Ultimately, it was not Haley's thing, but she got it now. Her attitude towards Lexi's accidents completely changed now that she knew Lexi wasn't in extreme medical peril. The number of Lexi's accidents that Haley noticed reduced to nearly zero now that Lexi didn't feel self conscious about putting on a Goodnite if she thought she was going to need one. So, Haley was no On the DL member, but she was close enough with the the girls now to be able to banter with them about their... interests. Not that she ever considered joining in again. Not at all. Haley returned to her work as Lexi got naked and threw her wet Goodnite in the trash can (recently upgraded with a lid!). She opened up her dresser and pulled out... another Goodnite. She made no comment, nor did Haley, as she pulled it up her legs. Lexi thought the beer was probably out of her system by now, but it was better to play it safe then have to wash her sheets in the morning. It was still way early for bed by her standards but she put on her pajamas anyway, a classic big free t-shirt/plaid pants combo. There was no way she was getting any more work done. Maybe she'd just sit in bed and watch some Netflix? By the time Lexi fell asleep two hours later, she had managed to make it to the toilet and her pull-up was dry. But she kept it on. DEEWOOOOOP! DEEWOOOOOP! What the fuck? DEEWOOOOOP! Was that the fucking fire alarm? DEEWOOOOOP! DEEWOOOOOP! Lexi and Haley made groggy eye contact from their beds. Lexi glanced at her phone. It was four fucking thirty two. She moaned into her pillow. There was nothing to be done about it. The girls reluctantly got out of bed, stuffed their feet into their snow boots without tying them, threw their winter coats on over their PJs, and joined the throng of dorm dwellers as they filed down the stairwell and out into the winter cold. They knew the drill. This hadn't been the first time some weirdo had decided it was a great idea to cook steak in the kitchenette at four in the morning. By now, it had stopped snowing, and the campus was covered in over a foot of pristine white powder that the inhabitants of the dorm now had to trudge through. It was kind of nice, Lexi thought. Or it would be, if she were more awake and had more layers on. The silence of a snow storm and the silence of four AM combined into the most silent she'd ever heard. That is, save for all the people in their pajamas milling around on the sidewalk across from the dorm. And the fire alarm. Lexi and Haley huddled together near King Hall, an academic building across the street, hoping the exterior wall would give off some heat. Was anybody else they knew nearby? "Fuck, it's cold." complained Haley, her breath visible in the winter air. "At least I have a way to warm myself up..." Lexi said with a smirk. and "You mean...?" Lexi wiggled her eyebrows back, and Haley gave her a playful shove. "Are you going right now?" "Ah- yeah, ahhh." Lexi gave a performative satisfied sigh to telegraph that she was wetting her Goodnite. "That feels nice... ah, yeah, there, I'm done. I hope it stays warm until we have to go back inside." "You can totally see it through your pants, you know." Lexi looked down at her baggy, shapeless pajama pants in a panic and then immediately calmed down. "Oh fuck off, no you can't." "I'm messing with you. I'm just jealous, I actually really have to go." said Haley. "I think I would have gotten up to pee if the fire alarm hadn't gone off." "Just go in your paaaants." "Yeah, right. My legs would be icicles in minutes." Lexi noted that Haley's first thought hadn't been that everyone would see her wetting. Some of their other friends from the dorm shuffled over to chat while they waited for the fire department. Lexi was long-past being in public in a wet diaper. As they waited, she couldn't help noticing how fidgety Haley was getting. She constantly shifted in place and stomped around in the snow. Either she was trying to stay warm, or she was struggling to hold it. After what felt like an eternity, the fire department showed up, but they still needed to give the all clear. Haley could not wait that long. "Lex, could you come with me?" Lexi knew what she needed and was obviously on board. "Sure thing." They set off down the sidewalk, away from their dorm. "I think the closest bathroom is probably in the gym." "I'm not gonna make it to the gym." said Haley as she looked around frantically. The crowd was behind them, but ahead it was silent and empty. "Help me find somewhere quiet to piss before I wet myself." Her voice wasn't nervous at all - she'd already made up her mind. The girls didn't go far, deciding to sneak around the back of King Hall rather than chance it by going farther. The snow was undisturbed here and trudging through it was a bit slow going and required taller steps than Haley would have preferred. With a misplaced step, Haley's boot got stuck in a drift, and her next step lifted her foot clear out of it. Flailing to regain her balance, she stepped directly into the snow with her bare foot, yelped from the cold, and then grabbed herself tightly by the crotch. Lexi restrained herself from laughing. "You just leak?" "Yeah." Haley was looking around before she made her next move, still holding herself. She wasn't sure how many steps she had left in her. "There's a bush right there?" "Go for it, nobody's around." Haley shakily shuffled towards to the bush, but stopped suddenly, and began frantically untying the strings of her pajama pants. "Nope nope nope nope!" She thrust down her pants and panties as a geyser of piss erupted from her crotch. She dropped into a squat as she pissed into the fresh snow, steam billowing up around her. Lexi stomped over. "Well, I guess on the path is fine too." "Shut up." said Haley, as her piss melted through the snow underneath her and colored the rest a bright yellow. "I think you need to drink more water." Lexi could see Haley's pink hipsters hanging from her ankles and they were wet in the gusset. Probably not bad enough to soak into her pajamas, but bad enough that she'd have to change when they got back to their room. Maybe she should offer Haley a Goodnite? In the meantime, watching Haley pee had reawakened Lexi's own bladder, and she squirted a brief stream into her Goodnite, savoring the renewed warmth. Haley's stream eventually tapered off, and she give a final squirt or two to finish off. "Okay, let's get back before we die of hypothermia." By the time they made it back to the dorm, the firefighters and the crowd had all gone. Silence had returned to campus. Back in their room, the girls stepped out of their boots, still untied, and took their pants off almost in sync. They hadn't been planning to compare accidents, but that's what they did. "I see you didn't totally make it." said Lexi, gesturing to Haley's panties, which were obviously wet between the legs. Haley turned around to look at her butt in the mirror which also gave Lexi a good view, and yep, wet panties. "Nothing could be as bad as that first time. I was drenched." Haley said as she pulled her panties off. The roommates were getting very comfortable being bottomless around each other. "What about you? Does that count as making it or not making it?" Lexi gave her wet Goodnite a squeeze. "Well I went on purpose so... I guess I made it?" "Mmhmm. Next time maybe you'll make it to the potty like a big girl." Haley said as she picked out some fresh underwear. Lexi knew Haley was just messing with her but... she suddenly realized she didn't hate being talked to like that. Okay, push that thought down, we can unpack that sometime that's not five in the morning. Lexi disposed of her Goodnite and pulled another out of her dresser. She saw Haley eyeing her awkwardly as she put it on. "What?" Haley was now drinking from her water bottle, self conscious of how yellow her pee had been. She gulped it down so she could respond. "Ah... another one?" "Yeah? Why not?" "I dunno. You already didn't wet the bed." She had a point, the effect of the alcohol had probably long passed. Lexi probably didn't actually need another diaper. But... she kind of wanted one. "Well... maybe I just want one. Is that weird?" "Not weirder than anything else you do." There was an awkward beat of silence. "Do you... want one?" Another beat of silence. "Fuck it. Toss me one." They both slept in, exhausted from the events of the night. In the morning, as they orbited around each other getting ready for the day, neither commented on the wet Goodnites they both dropped into the garbage.

Hey this is insanely well written. On the one hand I'm low key hoping Rei's mom forcibly diapers her, but I think even more than that I'm horrified at this fucked up dystopia you've created. Kink aside I think I would also become a terrorist in this situation lol

In the meantime, here's a Lexi chapter that I started writing a while back! Just omorashi for a change, but also: CW: SEXUAL ASSAULT (sorry) Chapter 28: On Fridays We Wear Black 💦 That Friday, Olivia and Lexi pre-gamed in Lexi's room. They set aside the usualy cheapo vokda in favor of splurging on some strong beer: they needed the water content to break the seal. Lexi was the first to wet, a sudden burst of warmth between her legs telling her that the alcohol was doing its work and she needed to get off her bed stat. So, she hopped down, stood on the prepared towel, and let herself flood her black jeans. She watched the liquid shimmer as it made its way down her legs, hoping that it would be less noticeable in a dimly lit frat house. Then the pee got to her socks, which soaked it up and wicked it through her sneakers. Lexi shivered in relief. It had been a while since she'd peed down to her socks like this, and the previous times had been accidents. It felt weird to piss right into her pants this deliberately without even being desperate first. Olivia spectated from Lexi's desk, where she sat nursing her beer. "Cool, just let me go too and then we can get out of here." "It's not too visible, is it?" Lexi asked as she scrutinized her lower half, hands on her hips. It wasn't at all, or at least Olivia didn't think the untrained eye would notice the very slight difference in coloration. But before she could reassure Lexi, or start peeing herself, the two girls heard the sound of a key turning in the door, and then there was Lexi's roommate, Haley, back from a long day at the library. Haley's mouth immediately dropped at the scene before her, but she had the good sense to lock the door behind her and lower her voice before she said her piece. Her eyes darted between Lexi and the soaked towel she was standing on top of. "Lexi?! Again?!" Lexi never talked much about Haley, so Olivia had assumed their relationship was mostly professional as far as roommate relationships go. She hadn't thought much about how Lexi was dealing with her accidents in the busy student dorms and was surprised to find out that Lexi, apparently, hadn't been doing a good job hiding things from her roommate. Lexi stammered a response. "Yeah, but-" "This has got to be the, what, tenth time?" Olivia expected Haley to be mad, but she sounded more worried. "And it's only like nine-o-clock! You need to get some help!" Then Haley noticed Olivia and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I see, you didn't want your friend here to find out you wear diapers. Who's this?" she turned to Olivia, who considered herself one of Lexi's best friends and was a bit offended that Haley hadn't heard of her. "Are you not concerned that Lexi just pissed her pants?" Lexi and Olivia spoke up at the same time. "Haley, it's kind of weird to explain-" "Actually, I was just about to piss my pants also." Lexi and Olivia locked eyes - Lexi looked horrified. "Olivia!" Haley didn't seem to know what to say to that, but Lexi managed to take control of the situation. "Look, you know I can't hold my liquor, right? Well Olivia was going to join me. In solidarity. And we were going to go out and have a nice night and just... go in our pants. On purpose." Haley's eyebrows raised and she gave a snort. "That is the wackest thing I've ever heard. There's no way Olivia agreed to this." Olivia stood up. "I'll prove it. I have to pee pretty bad." Olivia shoed Lexi off of the towel and stepped onto it with a squish. Being the master, she wet herself effortlessly. She was wearing a black dress over top of thick black leggings, and tall black boots. If they hadn't been looking for it Haley and Lexi might not have noticed the pee draining down Olivia's legs. Olivia spread her legs wide and the stream reoriented itself, streaming directly down from deep under her skirt onto the towel below. She hoped that Haley enjoyed the show, not that she knew where that would lead. Olivia's stream tapered off, and the dull sound of liquid splattering on wet cotton faded to dead silence. It took Haley a bit to figure out how to respond to that. "Well. You guys are fucking weird." Olivia smirked. "But I'm not a liar!" Lexi clapped her hands performatively. "Well! I guess we're off then! See you later Haley!" She began walking towards the door, sneakers squeaking and squelching, but Olivia didn't follow. "Unless you want to come along?" Both Lexi and Haley's jaws dropped, and Haley initially seemed unable to form a response. "I mean- I don't have anything better to do tonight, but like, are you asking me to piss my pants?" "Only if you want." "Come on Olivia, Haley doesn't want to come. We're definitely going to keep pissing our pants, Haley." There was enough of a pause for Haley to think about it, and the devil on her shoulder seemed to win out. "You know what, fuck it. I'll go party with you crazy bitches." "You've got to be kidding me." "If Lexi doesn't want me to come, I'm coming! Just let me change my clothes." And with that she went to her dresser and began rummaging around. "I think these joggers are my only black pants." Lexi's heart started beating harder. "Wait, so are you going to piss yourself too?" "N-no," Haley stammered. "Just, y'all are wearing all black, I don't want to be the odd one out." Olivia just smiled. Another prize fish caught in her net. Haley began peeling off her jeans to reveal a pair of bright orange MeUndies hipsters. "Should I change panties too?" "Why." asked Lexi, curtly, still eager to get away from her roommate while her jeans were soaked in piss. "They might smell if you don't wash them immediately... so there's that." offered Olivia, mysteriously. "Yeah... you never know." Haley took her panties off as well, replacing them with a pair of generic looking grey cotton briefs, and then pulling up her loose-fitting black joggers. "Alright, do you have any more beer? I'll drink one while I do my makeup real quick." Thirty minutes later, the three girls were standing in line outside the Delta Gamma Theta house. Tipsy, and with a broken seal, Lexi could feel herself regularly leaking into her panties. She was doing her best to hold it and not full-on piss herself in front of Haley, but it eventually became too much. She decided she needed to go while she could still control the circumstances, before her body decided for her. "I'm going again." she murmured quietly to her friends, wetting herself as discretely as she could. She tried not to act weird, or stand in a strange way, but to direct all the pee down her legs, into her shoes and the grass, out of sight. "Seriously? Didn't you... just...?" asked Haley, sounding genuinely curious. "I don't have a lot of control when I drink, okay?" Lexi was still embarrassed. "I think it's a good idea to get empty before we get inside. It'd be rude to make a mess in their house. We should try to confine this to like backyards, and the quad." As Olivia said this, she began discreetly emptying what pee was in her own bladder, something Lexi could notice, but Haley could not. "...I hope I can hold to that." said Lexi. "Do you have to go, Haley?" asked Olivia innocently. Haley blushed. "No, uh, I don't really have to yet." This was a lie, she definitely had to pee, but Haley was far from comfortable pissing herself standing in this line in the grass. If she was comfortable pissing herself at all - she wasn't quite sure yet. But she decided she would see how long she could avoid the bathroom, at least. Within a few minutes, the three of them were admitted to the frat house and equipped with the mandatory solo cup full of dogshit beer. Olivia recognized some girls from the English department and introduced her friends, but before long they'd split off to find their own fun. Despite her lack of bladder control, Lexi was the kind of person who becomes the life of the party after a couple drinks. In short order she'd become solidly drunk and hit it off with a guy and the two of them danced in the dim basement of the frat house. Lexi had lied to Olivia. She had no intention of saving her accidents for the outdoors. Trying to hold it is what left her leaving conspicuous puddles on the floors of every party she attended Freshman year. So long as she completely gave up control, though, it wouldn't come out all at once, and her pants would have some time to dry out before the next wave. If a little bit got on the floor, well, enough beer had been spilled in here, hadn't it? And it already smelled plenty like piss. Now that she just stopped caring about her bladder, Lexi had never felt so relaxed at a frat party. Plus, she was a bit turned oun by the regular, involuntary, naughty gushes of piss down her legs. Lexi's horniness was her undoing. She danced closer and closer to her partner until they were grinding on each other, and then he paused with a concerned expression. He gave her butt a squeeze, and, in to it, she grabbed him back, but it hadn't been an intimate squeeze, no. Her partner recoiled. "Did you just piss yourself?!" he shouted over the music. Lexi bit her lip. Maybe he'd be in to it? She decided to try her luck. "Yeah." she responded cooly, with a look she hoped he found sexy. He did not find it sexy. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Lexi decided it might be time to find another party. Olivia was in a bit of a pickle. A couple beers in and, of course, she had to pee again, but wetting inside this frat house would be way too conspicuous. They'd decided earlier, they'd be keeping to the lawn. But Lexi and Haley were nowhere to be seen. If Olivia went outside to wet herself there's no telling how long it would take her to get back inside, and she couldn't abandon her friends at a frat house of all places. But she was starting to leak - involuntary jets of urine regularly warmed her panties. So what was she to do? The only thing to do, Olivia decided, was accept that she was going to have an accident, something she was well practiced at. Once she accepted this, she had to find a spot to have the accident. Luckily the house's basement, now mostly a dance floor, was unfinished, and the concrete floors were dotted with drains. Now all she needed was an alibi. So, she grabbed a fresh solo cup of bad beer and went to lurk in the dim corner of the room. Pretending to sip the beer and watch the horned up, grinding dancers, she started peeing her pants. The key was to go a bit at a time, enough to wet her panties and tights, but not enough to gush conspicuously onto the ground. Of course, the pee would puddle around her boots, but that couldn't be helped. Hopefully nobody would be scrutinizing the floor here. Unfortunately for Olivia, there's a certain type of guy who loves to prey on wallflowers. One such guy approached Olivia, leaning against the wall to box her in, completely oblivious to the fact that she was actively peeing down her legs. Olivia was mostly worried about whether or not he could tell she was wetting herself. The fear sent a spasm through her bladder and the force of her pee stream intensified. It took her a beat to recognize the actual threat this guy posed, at which point her bladder voided completely. "Hey cutie, want to come back to my place?" His breath stank of the dogshit beer. He was either too drunk or too close to her to notice that Olivia was pissing herself full force. Great. Just great. "No, sorry, I have a boyfriend." "Where is he then? I don't seem him." Fuck. "He's upstairs." "Suuure. Tell you what, spend the night with me, and you won't have to worry about this 'boyfriend' of yours not showing up to parties." Olivia had had enough of this. "I'm not going anywhere with you. Leave me alone." She tried to push him away, but it was no use, and she yelped as he physically pinned her against the wall. "I love it when they play hard to get..." said the scumbag, and then Olivia felt him reaching under her dress. Oh God. By the time Olivia could grab his arm to futilely try and yank it away, he'd already given her inner thigh a non-consensual squeeze. But suddenly his expression flipped from lust to disgust. Clearly he didn't like what he'd found: tights soaked and hot with fresh urine. The guy recoiled, setting her free, and they locked eyes. Olivia was pissed, figuratively and literally, and she decided she needed to remember this guy's face so she could report him later. "What the fuck- did you piss yourself?" His reaction bought Olivia enough time for Olivia to bolt up the stairs, almost crashing into Lexi in the process, who also seemed to be making a break for it. The look on each others' faces made it clear that there wasn't time to explain. They hustled back upstairs to find Haley and skedaddle. It didn't take long. Haley quickly found them, a look of panic on her face. "We need to go now. I'm, I'm pissing myself." Olivia and Lexi didn't argue. Haley immediately sprinted outside and around into the shadows bordering the frat house. When Olivia and Lexi found her, she was pissing full-force into her sweat pants - hard enough that they could hear the hiss over the window-muffled dance music. Her face was one of ecstatic relief. Haley breathed heavily, hands on her knees as her bladder emptied. "Holy fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this." Haley gasped. Olivia and Lexi just looked at each other. "You get used to it." they said in unison.

So I'm interested in maybe getting into Olivia's pre-college days to explore how she got to where she is at present. But, I'm concerned with writing that like, ethically (not to mention site-rules compliantly). Not that I'm thinking of doing anything extreme but like, you know how it is. What do people think? Good idea? Bad idea? Is it something people even want to read? Let me know.

What's the character's name? Trying to decide if I should read ahead lol

Wait for real, like in addition to Kusuri?