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  1. Thank you for sharing your experience and yes this was helpful!
  2. Hello everyone, So I’ve been getting more and more comfortable with me wetting/messing myself for fun times but one question always remains; Why? I do not know if it’s from trauma or something else but I was wondering if anyone ever figured out why the enjoy this like psychologically? Not that it needs an answer or that I view it as a problem, I’m just genuinely curious. thanks for the read!
  3. Hey guys! I found some more hypnosis stuff on YouTube! Here is the link if anyone is interested. She has a bunch of stuff so i suggest checking it out! https://www.youtube.com/@princessfae8203
  4. A suit has its perks: Part 1 You feel the snow crunch under your boots as you step through the snow covered streets. You can hear the sound of the wind blowing through alleyways followed by bouts of frozen silence. You can be thankful that you can’t feel this cold air within your SUB-4 suit. The suit's main purpose is to protect you from the subzero temperatures in the environment you're in. Just 3 minutes outside of the suit is enough to have frostbite set in. It takes half that time with the wind blowing. Subzero temperature areas have been popping up all over the world for about 10 years now. They hit without warning, out of the blue, and can span 100s of miles. You are a researcher part of a team that was put together by the Earth Coalition Government. You are here at the epicenter of the first area to be hit to collect samples and try to figure out why this phenomenon is happening. Perhaps even stop it. As you walk around the tattered streets and look amongst the decimated buildings, you can only think of the destruction this must have caused. It’s haunting. But no time to dwell on it. You have a job to do. You are here with 10 colleagues and they are counting on you back at the research compound. You are far from the installation and have limited gas in your sled in these conditions. You’ve been at this for 10 hours. You can thank your comforting and warm suit for keeping you alive and well. The suit is both practical, and comfortable. It’s sleek exterior tightly fits around your body holding you in a warm hug. Imagine the feeling of sitting in a house with a cozy fire lit at night. It iis connected to your vitals. It keeps you nourished, warm, and comfortable. Amongst some other things that are a bit too secret, but it keeps you feeling calm under stress. You can control the temperature, the sounds, and your visor all with voice commands. It can do all this, but is slim fitting and it doesn’t interfere with mobility. It’s like being in a comfortable form fitting armor that’s also a supercomputer. The suit keeps you hydrated and nourished for up to 24 hours with an IV connected to the suits computer webbing. On the exterior, it looks like a tight black sleek leather suit coated in some light armor. As snug, advanced, and helpful as it is, it does have one drawback. The only way to take it off is by having someone else remove it from the back. That’s why you spend your time with a partner. You help maintain each other's suits. It’s to be as air-tight as a submarine.You don’t want to accidentally unzip something and freeze to death. This also meant that whenever you put on your suit, it would be a long while before getting out. It could be up to 16 hours per mission collecting samples. It wouldn’t be safe to drink water, eat, and go to the bathroom outside of the suit due to the far below freezing temps . So, you are provided a diaper that has to be worn even if you do not use it. It’s 16 hours in a Suit you can’t take off, and not only can some people not wait that long, holding it in for that amount of time multiple times a week is unhealthy for one’s kidneys and stomach. The coalition scientists that developed the suit even encourage the use of the diaper. “Your health is important!”. Most of the more seasoned workers talk about just using them like bathrooms.The lead researcher (and your dorm mate) even told you about it once. “My bladder was in so much pain from holding and I still had another 4 hours back in our container here, I just made the decision to go right there,” she said. “It’s so comfortable in the suit it’s so easy to just relax and let go.” She let out a giggle after. You thought maybe they were open and nice about it to make you feel more comfortable using it? She is always asking about your health and how you were feeling your first two days here. She did also say that not having to hold anything in helped her focus. You have heard stories about being out here, how physically demanding it can be. Also of all the weird stories of strange noises and feelings of being watched. So maybe it was advice? Either way, you couldn’t imagine using it at all, until now.. This has been your first assignment as a researcher here, so you haven’t experienced it yet. You have a strong bladder, but even this is getting pointless. You begin to think it might be easier to just go a little bit. Plus you can feel yourself getting anxious. You thought about those stories and the buildings around you are making you uneasy. You start to think you’ll just pee a little bit, so it’s not obvious when you get back. Just enough so your stomach and bladder don’t hurt as much. You smile and think “just a little bit”. You blush and start to push a little where you stand. What you thought was going to be a little, turned out to be a lot more. It started out as a few drops, but then you started to buckle at the knees.Drops turned into spills, then it began to flow. A comforting feeling begins to wash over you as you begin to piss yourself. You feel the diaper expand and hear it crinkle as you let loose. You bend your knees and they begin to buckle as you let out a moan. It’s like the suit is rewarding you for going. The warmth of the suit mixed with the warmth of your piss feels amazing. It’s so dirty. All of this on top of the relief you feel makes you blush and smirk a little, but snap yourself out of it. You look around, putting your one hand toward your face and the other on your crotch. With a light gasp you think to yourself that it almost felt too good. You look around one last time as you set back out to get on your sled. You have to get some samples and then make the long trip back to the research compound. As you walk your motorized sled, you feel your stomach start to drop. It’s that big breakfast you ate and coffee you drank before you left. The two combined really are not sitting well with your stomach. But you are almost done, one more lactation. You could surely hold it in until you got back to a bathroom on the compound. Peeing is one thing but… but doing THAT in your diaper…You could hold it. You HAVE to hold it. You make your way over to the sled and sit down. It feels a bit more padded and warmer than the last time you sat down…- end part 1:) thank you for reading 🙂 Part 2 in the works 🙂
  5. Living in Nowhere: Story Two Warning: This story contains messing. It is contained, however if that is not your thing you may want to stop reading now. I get it's not for everyone and want to warn you ahead of time. Also has some sexual themes so please be advised. This is part two of my last story. I hope you guys like it. I may edit it as I see fit. Most importantly, I hope you enjoy:)! Begin: It’s been two days since the accident in the woods. While grabbing things for the house they were thinking about it all day. How dirty it was. But how good it felt. They pushed away the clouds causing them to day dream and focused on the shopping. Salem was in town grabbing some things for the house before they started writing for a few days. The ride home was long but the sights were pretty. Fall is so beautiful around here. Salem loved watching the trees pass by as they drove home. The mountains in the distance were coated in orange and red from the leaves of the trees. It was usually great inspiration to write. But right now all Salem can do is get lost in its beauty. Once Salem got home, they put everything away and went upstairs. They put on a cute comfy pair of pjs and sat right at their desk. The writing would begin. A few hours had passed now and It was getting late in the evening. Salem's room was getting dark. They were sitting “criss cross apple sauce” comfortably. A half full tea mug sits steaming as they read. Being comfortable helps Salem focus. They were wearing an oversized sweater and some comfy cute black pj bottoms that sat tight but comfortable on their skin. They had been writing for hours and now they were stuck. They needed a language to use for the new “magic” system that was going to be in the world they were writing. After struggling with having writer's block, Salem started looking through old spiritual text books they had collected over the years for inspiration. They found a book titled “continued research on old magic”. As Salem flipped through the pages, they found a page that looked promising in a section called “unpronounceable magic ”. Salem starts to scan through the page when a feeling comes over them, almost like a mystical force takes them over but they can’t figure out what. They felt almost controlled, but relaxed. It begins to guide their now heavy eyes to one of the words on the page. It is almost as if something was calling to Salem from within the texts. They spotted one sentence in particular. “Hidr tofui lebn” Salem said aloud. As the words left their lips, an odd feeling filled the room. It felt like something made them do it. They tried to think of a proper explanation, but it was too late. Something inside their head clicked. Their eyes shut and Salem began to feel trapped in their own mind as darkness filled their vision. After a few moments of stillness, Salem just shot right up out of the chair in front of the desk. With their eyes wide open and looking up they were almost being pulled by their cheeks and chin upward. Like a hand was grabbing then and pulling them up. They were pulled with such gentle force, that they just barely knocked over their tea in the process. It tipped and spilled out. But it was so quiet and smooth, Salem wasn’t phased. All they could see was a bright and comforting light. Thoughts began to rush into Salem's brain as they stood there, standing and looking straight up with their knees buckled and mouth agape. They looked up in awe. Drool began to come out of their wide open mouth. Thoughts and ideas flooded their brain. Words wizzed passed, ideas, histories, anything you could think of. All this information was filling their head. For a moment Salem felt great. It was dark. As if a peace had come over them. But as quickly as that feeling came, it left. This fear creeped over them, so primal and yet so real. They couldn’t do anything to help it, but they began to soil themselves. Still trapped in their mind, Salem stood on their tippy toes. The seat of their underwear began to feel squishy, followed closely behind the feeling of hot liquid dampening thier crotch. Salem was soiling their pjs. Pee began pouring down their legs, filling the slippers that they wore.They could feel and hear the crackling as a bulge was developing around their round posterior. The tight pjs began to bulge and stretch. They could feel the seat of their underwear fill up and pour into their tight pajama pants. A puddle was forming where they stood. But Salem could only feel the sensations. They didn’t even notice the growing puddle they now stood in. As their eyes looked up dumb founded with fear, some voice said “sit”. They couldn’t tell if the voice was in the room or their head. But as if hypnotized by the fear, they listened and sat down. They sat down in their mess. They felt so dirty doing it, but couldn’t help it. They were both scared and mystified. As those feelings crossed their mind, something else began to happen. They couldn’t see it but they could feel it. Salem's fear began to leave. A different feeling began to take over from within.. just like that day in the woods. That memory of being such a dirty fox. Salem remembers this feeling and is instantly aroused. Salem had finally found a way to snap out of it. As this realization was made, the helplessness began to fade. They began to regain control of their arms and they began to rub their crotch. They were blushing in their seat. Breathing subtle and steady. A smile came over them as they blushed and drooled. It was like the time in the woods, but better. The voice muttered in a tone most confused and angered. But no words could be made clear. This did not send fear into Salem’s mind, it was to preoccupied with other things to hear it now. They kept thinking how naughty it was, and that they were so scared they soiled their pj’s. Salem finally reached climax in spectacular fashion. Mouth agape and drooling as they let out a moan. Their orgasm spread all over their body. Making them relaxed with the pure joy of it. Salem snapped back to reality. They could see their surroundings now, not just feel them. They looked around and moved their arms, ears, and tail. They were sitting at their desk. They thought maybe it was a dream? But Salem felt a squish in their seat when they moved. The “dream” was real and they were sitting in their mess as proof. That was no dream, Salem thought. It was the magic in the book. They needed to learn its secrets. But first, they had to be prepared. It was clear that anything goes when reading this book. And what happens in Salem's head, happens outside of it as well. That was only a test of what the ancient “magic” had to offer. Next time Salem would come prepared. As good as the orgasm felt, the mess after is a lot to clean up. They would do their best not too, but they needed something to contain a mess just in case for now. The thought of having to wear diapers was a bit embarrassing for Salem. But needed to be done. Besides, the feeling of doing something so taboo was starting to excite Salem. But enough for now, Salem has a lot of work tomorrow. They need to get cleaned up and head to bed. The hunt for diapers starts tomorrow. This magic book needs to be explored fully. End. -Hope you enjoyed 🙂
  6. Hey guys, So I know of rearz and one other site to get diapers and clothing. But i am trying to find clothing and kink related items that are not so ABDL. I use love using diapers and clothing, but I'm not so much into the age regression thing. Not knocking it of course it is just not for me. Does anyone know of a good site to buy good cloths, one pieces , diapers, etc. that are not so abdl? Thanks!
  7. "Living In Nowhere": Short Story (Stories?) Warning: This story contains messing. It is contained, however if that is not your thing you may want to stop reading now. I get it's not for everyone and want to warn you ahead of time. Also has some sexual themes so please be advised. This is my first submission of any sort of fiction so please be kind. Suggestions are welcomed. Also there might be more stories with this character and setting so I hope you enjoy it. Begin: The sun began to shine over the horizon revealing a small cottage in the forest. The forest was dense with tall overbearing trees that dance whenever the wind blows. The trees were a mix of skinny trunks topped with dark green needles and wide logs topped with warm colored leaves spreading from long limbs. Fall was in full swing this morning. A chill blew through the air. In the center of this forest, was a cottage. It sat right within the center of this sea of trees. It was a quaint little home. Rectangular in shape with walls made from the trees in the forest that surrounded it. The home had windows on both sides, and a tinier window by the front door of the dwelling. When facing the front of the house you can see the chimney shooting straight up from the back and a cellar attached to the side. The cottage was modest but beautiful. The outside of the home was just as modest as the cottage. A log splitting station, some flower beds, and a shed surrounded the yard. Around the yard was a fence with a gate enclosed the property. Beyond that were paths that lead into the forest. At the start of each path there were signs pointing in a direction saying things like "Water" or "Town". The signs were crudely made but served their purpose. This was the home of Salem, and the sun was about to pull them out of bed to start the day. The home fills with light from one of the windows on the side. A warm and inviting room begins to be illuminated. Covered by plants in pots on shelves, and one bigger plant in a pot by the door. The room also held a bookshelf filled with books and some trinkets. Next to that was a wooden desk. This desk had papers, a pen, and an open book on it next to a candle stick that was fully burnt down to the end with dried wax hanging like frozen icicles off a glacier. Against one of the walls opposite of the desk was a bed. On the adjacent wall a little further down from the bed was a closet. As the sun shined through Salem began to stretch awake from a deep slumber. While rubbing their eyes they began to pull the covers off of them, revealing their body. They were on the slender side with a feminine physique. Their muscles were toned yet lean and a little above average height for being 27. They had orange hair with orange pointed fuzzy ears coming out the top of their head and an orange fuzzy tail coming out above their round and plumb posterior. They awoke in their underwear and shirt. Once they had finished rubbing their eyes, they sprang awake. Salem was going to be in a rush this morning, for they were excited to get back to writing a story they were working on most of the night. Salem is a fantasy writer at heart. Though it's just a hobby now, they love spending their free time doing it. But as of late they had been going through a dry spell as far as writing goes. But last night they got inspired and feverishly wrote out a chapter idea in their journal. Reading a history textbook gave them inspiration. This idea carried late into the evening so Salem had to stop even though they had more ideas to write down. The story was exciting to write but the household chores needed to be done the next day; so Salem went to bed early. Their days are currently spent between work and maintaining the house. Living in solitude and trying to be Eco-friendly can be time consuming, but to Salem it was worth it. Their closest neighbor was at least five miles away. It would take at least 20 minutes traveling down a dirt road to reach any "Main Road',' which were long stretches of cracked paved road surrounded by trees and mountain views in the distance. It would be another 40-45 minutes to reach the town of Bridgton. It is a small town with a general store and dinner. However a trip into town was not on Salem's mind today, it was making sure the house had clean water. They needed to go for a trip down to the huge lake in the woods. But it was an hour long trip by electric buggy down a dirt path, and even another hour at most to fill the canisters and load them on the buggy. So they wanted to get the day started. They shot up out of bed and went into their closet to grab clothes for the house work this morning. It was fall and the woods surrounding Salem's home can get a bit chilly in the morning, and they would be outside for a decent amount of time. They threw on a red flannel with black buttons and some tight fitting overalls with tight leggings underneath for some extra warmth. As their tail poked out the hole in the overalls, Salem glanced in the mirror. They felt that the overalls looked great on them. The outfit was perfect and practical. It would keep them warm while doing chores. Plus it was snug and showed off their feminine physic quite nicely, while still being a bit rugged to boot. So they smiled and rushed out into the living area to make some quick coffee and have a bagel. They buttered up a bagel and ate it while brewing some coffee to go, a must have every morning for Salem. After this was accomplished they cleaned up and grabbed their coffee and walked to the front door. Before walking out the door though, they put on their beanie and gloves. The beanie was designed to keep their head warm, while also being able to keep their ears up and out so as to not dampen their hearing. They walked out towards the buggy, set their coffee in the cup holder, put the canisters on, and drove off down the trail labeled “water”. As Salem started their journey their stomach started to feel slightly uneasy. The Journey took a little longer than expected but it was nice. The cool fall breeze and the smell of nature was relaxing to Salem. The trees topped with warm colored leaves flew by and the chilly air of fall caressed Salem’s cheeks as the buggy wizzed along. The lake was starting to become visible and they had just finished their coffee. As they pulled up to the lake the feeling of needing a bathroom came on. I can wait until I get back, Salem thought. Even though the chances of someone being around were low, it was never a 100% guarantee. Salem would rather wait until they got home just to be safe. Besides, they have always talked about having a bladder of steel. So they brushed it off and began the annoying process of loading the buggy with water. It would take some time and effort. As they began to load the canisters with water their stomach began to cramp a bit and hurt. They thought it might be the midnight snack from last night. Plus the coffee they had started to not sit right in their stomach. They worried now about having a bathroom nearby. If they wind up having to go on that end, they’d need one. Having to squat down in a bush with no wipes sounded horrifying. So they hurried along. But as Salem worked their stomach was telling them they needed to go. The full bladder was not helping either. They finished loading the canisters, sat in the buggy, and ripped it out of there. They had an hour ride to get home at least, and the bumps along the dirt trail did not help the situation Salem was now in. All they could think about was their bladder and stomach. They began to alternate between holding their crotch and butt. They were trying to think of a strategy. If they moved now they would lose control and lose the battle in their stomach. They thought to maybe alleviate some pressure they could let out little drops of pee slowly over the span of the trip. It would dry quickly and not leave too big of a spot on their overalls. They could make it home then run to the bathroom. Plus it'll be a little warmer for them on the trip home. The thought made Salem smile with amusement. But the smile began to fade as the desperation worsened. The small leaks on the way were not as helpful as they thought, and a bigger wet patch began to develop on the crotch on the overalls. It was becoming quite noticeable. So they had to stop. They began to worry about not making it home in time. Possibly even having an accident if they didn’t sit on a toilet soon. But something about that thought interested Salem deep down. Their tail swayed a bit as they thought about it. But the thoughts were quickly interrupted. The time for a bathroom was fast approaching. As Salem rounded a bend on the dirt trail the urge to go intensified. Finally the pain in Salem’s stomach was too much, and they had to pull over. They quickly stopped the buggy. Being outside did not matter anymore. They did not care if anyone would see them. They were deep in the woods and they had to go. They ran for the nearest spot of cover on one side of the trail as quickly as they could. Unfortunately as Salem struggled with the buttons on their overalls, they began to release. They could feel their underwear begin to fill up as they were squatting involuntarily where they stood. They almost weren't even thinking anymore. It just felt so good to empty their body. They squatted down with their plump butt out and just let go, filling their underwear and leggings. With crackling and a bulge slowly developing around their plumb butt they let out an soft “Of fuck” under their breathe. As they began to bite their lips, a sense of pleasure and confusion washed over them. Salem could not believe this, but they were turned on. Their tail began to wag while filling the seat of their overalls. They began to let their bladder empty too. The patch on the overalls spread more and more, soaking their thighs, calves, socks, and shoes. A puddle began to form underneath where they were crouched. They moved their hand over the wet overalls, right on their crotch. Their hand began to rub up and down. Each rub more intense in pressure and speed with each passing second. They could not help thinking to themselves about how naughty and bad this was, but it felt so good. As that thought passed through their head they reached climax. They let out a moan as their eyes rolled in into the back of their head. With their mouth agape they said “I’m a bad fox”. Salem plopped down in their mess. Their clean hand shot quickly up to their mouth with a gasp. They immediately realized the situation, shot up, and began to take a quick look around. No one was there. Salem let out a sigh of relief. It would only last for but a moment, for now they were in a mess and had to get home to get cleaned up. As Salem waddled in their soaked and full overalls their tail was wagging. It hadn’t stopped since this all started. Salem just discovered something fun to explore. But for now, they needed to get home, get showered, and out of these clothes. Other things needed to be done today. They climbed in the buggy and began the uncomfortable ride home. Thank you and hope you enjoyed my first story.
  8. Haven’t finished it yet but it’s awesome from what I have read thus far!
  9. Awesome stuff! story telling is awesome and would love to see more
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