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  1. CDNI: Ch 1 I awoke to sun streaming through windows that weren't my own, in a bed that wasn't my own, in fact the only thing that was my own that I could see was my tank top and soaked night diaper. After a brief moment of internal panic my memories of the previous day reasserted themselves, I'm surprised it only took them that long, jetlag from an 11 hour flight is a bitch, worse than that time last summer I snuck one of aunt martha's jello shots. Note to self 1, I am a foreign exchange student, this will be my room for the year. I had been offered use of the older daughter's room, she still had 3 years of university left and was living on campus, but I had been sharing a room since I was 4 and would probably have more trouble adjusting if I also had to adjust to being alone in a room, so I am imposing on the hospitality of the younger daughter. Not a bad deal for me, she is super cute in a nerdy, tech girl way I like, not that I can say much on that front. While I like to think of myself as Lara Croft-ish, I know I look more like a young, female, Daniel Jackson. Early seasons Danny, not later on when his adventures had turned him into the hunkyist archeologist since Dr. Jones. Anyway, note to self 2, must aquire hydration. Long flights can make you thirsty as hell, and though I had drank a ton last night as evidenced by how soaked I am, I still needed a drink STAT, it's probably even the reason I woke up. Though usually back home I would get out of my wet nighttime garment and right into the shower, I desperately needed that water. Also I only vaguely remembered the house layout from last night's tour and there was no connected bath to this room. Alice was obviously awake as the bed across the room was empty, hopefully she wouldn't mind me walking around in my wet diaper too much for the short time it would take for me to chug a glass, and could then point me in the direction of the shower. Ok, standing, woah that's a headrush and a half. I am not looking forward to this again on the way home already. The door is slightly ajar, so my first choice: left or right. Squinting left I see two sets of stairs, kitchen is probably downstairs and that is my best bet for water, but where would Alice be? Well, if she was downstairs it would be easy, if not I could look for her or a shower after that life giving liquid. I turn the corner on the stairs and my poor bi heart goes into overdrive. Nerdy tech girl is jacked. Alice is gaming with some friends on her laptop in the living room at the bottom, flannel shirt open to a sports bra showing off her amazing abs, with an absolutely adorable set of cat ear headphones. She is, surprisingly, still wearing her diaper, a disposable I notice in contrast to my own cloth. She isn't one of the seven percent of people who have daytime incontinence so I am surprised she didn't change when she got up. My mother would pitch a fit if I was lounging around in my diaper like that. She looks up at my footsteps, "oi, this is my last match ya reprobates. Exchange sister is up and I'm showing her around before classes start." She smiles at me, making my damn traitor of a heart flutter again. "Give me five, ya? Coffee and kettle are still running, and mum made waffles before they left for work." she points to the kitchen I can now see on the other side of the stairs. No mention of my still diapered state, maybe that's just more normal here? Coffee and waffles are just what I needed, and I return to the living room feeling human again only for Alice to once again shock me. As she leads me to the shower she casually, obviously, wets her diaper. It hit's me like a truck. She had been waiting for me to wake up. Waiting for me before doing anything she would normally do, so that she can assist me in this strange, new home. "You can go first!" I stammer out, and she turns and looks at me quizzically. "I mean, you really didn't need to wait for me to get up, I could have waited a bit while you were in the shower so you could change, I've thrown off your whole schedule..." She stops me with a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, it's no worries. You didn't throw me off much at all. If I wanted to I could use the upstairs shower while you're down here, but I figured I would relax, do a poo while you shower and then shower and change myself. Then we can go out and I can show you 'round town." "Do a... In your diaper... While awake?" I was shocked, to say the least. I had never even considered using my diaper to wet when awake besides on long car trips. "Yah, that's probably a difference in cloth and disposable though, yah? Cloth that would be a right pain to clean off, reduce the lifespan of the diaper. Disposable though, you only get one use, and their pretty cheap but not free, best to get a full use out of them, least that's what Ma says. Shit, we didn't really think of that. That going to be uncomfortable for you?" Her reasoning, on thinking about it, was perfectly sound, and I told her it was fine. I figured I would quickly get used to it, it wasn't like I didn't have a few Sevens in my friend groups who would do the same and barely notice. She breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm probably more casual about it than most due to Melina and Leah, but it is pretty common among folks I know." "If you don't mind me asking, Melina and Leah?" "Oh, yah. Mel is my sister, in Uni to be a doctor, so 'bout seven years ago when she decided medicine was the field for her we all went full time with her for a year, didn't help I was barely fully trained at the time, had to train for a bit again after." This made sense, doctors never know when an emergency could leave them busy for hours at a time, so many of them stay in diapers full time. And with that timing Alice would have been fully trained only a year or two before that, I was an oddball at seven, most people aren't fully trained until ten-ish. "Leah is a Seven, my best friend for ages. For a lot of my life two of the most important people to me are diapered full time, so using them just isn't that weird to me." She shrugs, "anyway, shower's yours, holler if you need anything."
  2. More sprite manipulation. once again all assets are RPG Maker MV, and Final Fantasy II. The Text screen was ripped by Ultimecia from the gameboy advanced version. Story for this one in the Story Area.
  3. Chapter 2 here. There is also now art of this story in the Art area. Is there anyway I can change/add tags for the relationships? There will be multiple orientations and I know some people like to know that ahead of time. ----- Riley sighed at the look on their spellcasters face, "Look, Kyle, I'm not saying you can't keep dating him. You can see him any time we're in town, but I have to bench him from the active Party." "Why? He's at our level, and the party needs a Caretaker." She knew why her friend was upset. They had been a couple almost as long as the group had been in town, and he was right, Alistair was a decent Caretaker, but... "He spec'd into Potty Training dude. Who does that?" Her brother answered for her. "I have to agree with the others." Tina spoke up, "And that's not just to placate my husband and sister in-law. I have been adventuring for decades, and anyone who takes that passive is a liability in the open world. Potties are rare enough in towns, they are non existent on the road. Anyone who takes the years needed to Master it never plans on leaving someplace they can use it." "I'm not saying he is out of the Party completely, but he can serve us better staying here. Doing Downtime quests and keeping up on town chatter. I'm not cruel enough to demote him to NPC. Besides, I think he will be happier here. Remember Carthwrites Manor last week? He was devastated, and I have never seen a Soiled debuff that bad. That would be a weekly thing on the road and you know it." Carthwrites had been a shit show in every sense of the word. They had fallen into the dungeons and it had been a trek and a half to get out. Al' had started complaining about needing a potty an hour and a half in, and then came the skeletons. The main buff of the Potty Training passive was that Scare attacks had a percent chance to not make you Soil based on your Mastery level, but that percent gets lower the more you have to go. He had wet himself, and his pants had literally no Capacity. To make matters worse he later wound up messing too and they had no stench reduction either. As he pooped Alistair had fallen to the ground, crying harder than a Babarian's Tantrum attack, and he was hit with a Debuff that looked more like a Paralyze than anything from the Soiled set. They had eventually calmed him down and convinced him to equip a Pullup at least, but the damage had been done. He had some Shame debuff the entire rest of the dungeon, and had tossed his pants despite the fact that they had the Washable bonus like a Cloth Diaper and were much more expensive. Kyle sighed and pouted, knowing his friends were right. "Ok, you're right. Look, I'll ask him if he knows anyone that would be willing to go on the road with us. I'll meet you guys back at the tavern in an hour." He began to walk away before turning with a grunt, "Make that two hours. I need a change, and I'm not going to waste what might be my last chance for sex for a few weeks."
  4. Dev Notes: Riley is a great Main Character for first time players and veterans alike, with her Ability choices allowing you to spec her a number of different ways. With her twin Robby as her default Party Member you can put out a great deal of damage in the early game that other main characters can't, and the option of recruiting her girlfriend in the Town Guard through romance raises that even more, though the usefulness of 2 Pamperdins falls off unless you are careful with your Skill and Ability choices mid to late game. Add in access to her family farm for cheap Sorbaleaf and you can start crafting some Uncommon or even Rare diapers rather early. Her base party suffers from a lack of a Nappymancer or Troublemaker though, and her Caretaker abilities take much longer to get powerful than someone in that Class. More sprite manipulation. made a few changes to Riley's design to make the diaper easier to see. once again all assets are RPG Maker MV, and Final Fantasy II. The Menu screen was ripped by Ultimecia from the gameboy advanced version.
  5. Something a little softer and more romantic than the last few. 'Fuck holidays' she thought to herself as she kicked the door closed behind her and leaned against the entryway wall, piss flooding through her thoroughly wrecked pull up and jeans. It was past one in the morning and she was just getting home from work. The place had been as packed as allowed and she hadn't had a chance to change since eight. She was glad most of the drunk and rowdy customers had been too drunk to aim properly by ten, or a few of them would have gotten much more than they bargained for when they tried to pinch or pat her butt. Speaking of aim properly, she was also glad she hadn't had to see the state of the restrooms at that point, and silently offered her condolences to the poor dishwasher that did the morning cleanup. She pulled her now sodden jeans off and used the few dry spots to wipe up the worst of the mess on the floor, if she had been thinking about it she would have pissed on the walk from the car to the door, the grass wouldn't have minded and she should have known the garment was at max capacity. She should have worn a diaper, she didn't mind wet cloths normally, but that was at home and the state of her pull up told her this had been dangerously close to not being at home. In her post work funk of self pity it took her some time to notice the odd string of colored lights strung along the ceiling, a rainbow she realized. Well, given what today, wait, past midnight, make that yesterday, had been, she followed them upstairs and into the bedroom. What lay before her brought a tear to her eye, but also a snort of laughter. He was on the bed, dressed full leprechaun with the addition of a green cloth diaper with golden shamrocks, a little wet if she was to guess, though that wasn't surprising as he had fallen asleep waiting for her and was only just waking up at her laughter. He rose and hugged her for a second, before sniffing the air. "Someone needs a change." She laughed again and wiggled her poopy behind, "no, you think?" There was a bite of sarcasm, but her mood had already improved considerably. He led her over to the bed and she noticed the cauldron from Halloween at its end, filled with exciting things. He lay her on the changing mat that was spread out and began to change her. He brought out a cloth diaper, a pale gold with silver fairies on it, and when that was on a onesie. It was a sheer green, silver lacing and decoration on the front, with a set of dragonfly like Fairy wings on the back. It was beautiful. She melted into his arms, sinking into her AB side as he popped a bottle into her mouth, then almost spit it out laughing. "Is that Guinness?"
  6. This is rather intriguing and I am enjoying it immensely. I recognize some of the characters from certain games, though not all, and I look forward to seeing where this is going. All in all, good show.
  7. I dabble in sprite manipulation, so here is some art for my recent story RPG: Rotten Pants Guild. Characters are made in RPG Maker MV and then edited in Paint. Background is also base RPG Maker MV. Monster is from Final Fantasy 2: Dawn of Souls, sourced on Spriters Resource and Ripped by Ryan914.
  8. RPG: Rotten Pants Guild Another fantasy of the Swords and Elves type, though this time in a Video Game setting instead of D&D. ---------- Riley grunted as the wave of cold air whipped around her outstretched shield, taking the brunt of the frost dragons breath attack. Her team had the thing on the ropes, she was sure of it, it had been using it's breath weapon twice as often as in the beginning of the fight, a sign they knew meant it had transitioned into it's second phase. She would be pissed if they didn't get that rare drop this time. Speaking of pissed, her diaper was near to overflowing, and she didn't think she had eaten enough in the last month to justify the mass she had unloaded into her pants, damn Scare attacks. She needed a change, badly, and was sure the rest of the party did as well. She reached into the Bag and swore. There was only one of the Frost Resist diapers left. They had spent a week grinding Winter Wolves to craft them, but had not planned well enough to account for the run where the damn thing had used Scare attacks nearly every turn. The load of her full diaper was tanking her Speed, and as a front liner she needed the Resist, but Karen would need it more. As the only Caretaker in the party keeping her Speed up for frequent Heals and Changes was a necessity, and if she got Frozen they were done for. She needed a plan, or they would miss out on the delivery date on this quest, and she didn't know when it would come around again. To her left Robby jumped into the air and landed on the beast, first with his diaper then his axe. Riley smirked, it clearly didn't like that especially with the bonus damage from his heavily used padding. Not that her brother seemed to care, his Babarian passive Childish Nonchalance reducing the effect of Soiled debuffs. Now that she thought about it, the dragon seemed to be weak to Mess attacks, though she couldn't waste Kyle's turn with a Scan spell, the poor man had slow speed anyway, and she would need him for this plan. "Karen, Mass Change except Robby, we need that damage buff on his jump attack, something cheap and low Capacity for us, take the Frost for yourself. Kyle, Horrendous Stench for the Mess element buff. Tina, that Combine skill you got last level, think you can use some of the Dirty's? Trying to make a Stink Bomb. Robby, I need one or two more of that last attack, can your diaper handle that before it Breaks? Lomond style." With a nod from her friends Riley readied her sword and smiled as her loaded padding was magically replaced. A pull-up, speed boost, the capacity was crap but they had this in the bag if her plan worked and they could change into something more suited for travel once the fight was done. She rushed forward into a vicious uppercut that snapped the beasts head up just as planned, directly into her brothers descending stench. ------- If anyone has any suggestions for class names, especially for a thief/alchemists type and a mage type comment with them. For the others Riley is a classic Pamperdin, Karen and Robby are a Caretaker and Babarian (baby/ barbarian) as stated above.
  9. Update on the situation. The toilet has still been acting up since the snaking, minor clogs almost every time my wife uses it. Landlord has tried multiple times to fix it, but no luck yet. Extending myself to diaper wearing at home until it is fixed unless we have company over for longer than I can hide it to reduce the strain on the pipes, small apartment so they would hear if I had to go change and probably figure it out, especially my mother in-law as she is probably already suspicious that my wife started wearing Cloth AIO diapers at night for her period after living with me for a while, though only for her period, she doesn't use them.
  10. Just a short story to help myself stay calm about real life plumbing problems. "So you see sweety, when you feel like you have to potty after the age of six it means Mr. Potty is hungry. You wouldn't want poor Mr. Potty to go hungry would you?" Sandra Millison would have preferred to have come up with this latest idea sooner and been able to give an age under six, but you live, you learn, and you hopefully get your daughter out of Luvs by her eighth birthday. At times it seemed fate conspired against her to get her daughter toilet trained, from sudden cross country business roadtrips, and no way was she trusting a half toilet trained toddler to hold it for those driving periods, she had even diapered herself for the drive back after an unfortunate accident, to illnesses in one or the other of them that made dragging her to the toilet whenever she needed it seem either needlessly cruel or too much effort, to a slew of leaking training pottys that left a mess all over the floor. But now? None of that should crop up. They were both healthy as could be, her work wasn't sending anyone anywhere anytime soon, and this training potty sat on the real one so there would be no leaking. Her daughter even seemed attentive to her latest ploy, having always been an empathic little girl she would not want to cause Mr. Potty any discomfort. Two days later, at close to three in the morning Sandra emerged from the bathroom swearing up a storm and thanking the gods that her daughter was still asleep for hours to come. A quick call to the plumber at around five worsened her mood and she went into the attic where she had stored her suitcase after that road trip. " Mommy, Mommy, I have to feed Mr. Potty!" Her daughter yelled excitedly after breakfast. Sandra just glared in the direction of the bathroom and said, "just use your diaper sweetheart, Mr. Potty ate too much recently and needs to have his stomach pumped." With a bit of effort she started to poop into the diaper hidden under her dress. Two months until they could get out to fix it, on the up side by that time she could probably do with the potty training refresher herself.
  11. I spent 3 hours last night snaking and plunging a backed up toilet, causing myself major back pain this morning. I am not using that damn thing for at least a week, wish I could convince my wife to join me, but she is not really into it. Luckily she is fine with me wearing.
  12. She would be so disappointed when work opened back up, she thought to herself as she basked in the puddle surrounding her on the bed. She would probably need to wear pull ups for a few months as well, if not full diapers because for the last three months she had only gone in the toilet maybe a dozen times. Thinking on those times, she was unsure most of them counted as the only time she hadn't still had her panties at least on for it was when they had tried to use the toilet together, which had been exquisite. She breathed deeply as the air freshener released a cloud of cinnamon scent, giggling at the thought that air freshener refills and diapers had become their biggest pandemic expense. The scent gave her another idea as well though, and a quick glance at the clock, 8:26 am, and another quick glance at her husband, padded, wet but not soaked, and snoring softly, told her she should have plenty of time to pull it off. She reluctantly, but resolutely, pulled away the hand that had been lazily massaging her crotch and got out of bed, making her way down to the kitchen. Coffee first, she thought to herself, to get her moving in more ways than one, and then she began making the French Toast. She was no master chef, but she had been called in to cover for prep cooks when the diner was desperate enough to pick up a few tricks that soon had her mouth watering, and after 15 minutes she was wolfing down her portion, knowing she would have no time to eat during the activities to follow. She loaded up the tray, glad for her years of waitressing, as she easily carried the three slices of French Toast, mug of coffee, and glass of apple juice, back upstairs. He was still asleep, laying on his back with the sheet remaining only on one leg, perhaps after their fun she would turn the air conditioning on, it was already hot, and only looking to get hotter. She put the tray down on the bedside table, and straddled him just above the waistline of his diaper. He blinked up at her as he slowly awoke and when she was sure he was moved up enough to not choke on it she grabbed the fork and started to feed him while starting to let a small trickle into her shorts. Years of occasional diaper use served her well here as she was able to let go in a small stream without it becoming a flood, an important skill when not wanting to overwhelm the occasional store brand or pullup, and she was able to slowly piss herself throughout the entire meal. Some of it had managed to slip down into his diaper, but most of it served to make his side of the bed as wet as hers still was, and his arousal at the situation was apparent, and poking her backside through his diaper and her shorts. Might as well give him something to poke she thought with a well recognized smirk and grunt, that was matched by one of his own as the light laxative properties of the meal started to assert themselves and they began to grind against each other. Breakfast in bed, she thought later as he changed her into an AIO cloth diaper with a little something extra sewn into the crotch, an invention of theirs during a particularly fun night, was definitely something they would have to have more often, though the air conditioning could probably wait. cloth diapers were very breathable, and neither of them had any pressing need to put on anything more.
  13. Probably one of the stories I put on some forum I can't even remember the name of back between 05 and 07. Rambling run ons, disjointed scene transitions, anatomically impossible sex, the works. I could try to recreate one, the forum is probably long gone and the computer I wrote them on is long dead.
  14. Seconding the advice to unstick the gatherers, I didn't know this at first and it caused... Just so many leaks.
  15. Oh my, this was positively brilliant. You have rather a way with building up the tension, then keeping it going until the end. In fact many of the feelings this story draws out are similar to those felt while reading a good horror story, though for different reasons. The buildup, before the monster shows up/ before her first wee is just long enough to build up suspense while not being so long that it feels like it's making the reader wait. Followed by the aftermath, the other characters finding the body/ their walk back to the pub: a short winding down, going over the feelings the first bit produced. Then you crank it up again right at the end, seeing the beast in the trees/ her promising herself not to use the toilet. Exquisite. The sexond... That was originally a typo caused by phone keyboard being tiny and x and c being right next to each other but was too apt a description to not let be seen... The second chapter progresses perfectly from there, it's hard, it's fast, more a series of snapshots than anything else giving the audience what they want and only what they want. It gives it sort of a frantic feel, fitting as they are on the move now, walking, not running as the soon to be victims in the hypothetical horror story would be, but the effect is the same. And then the finale, oh that finale, they stop, back to one location, the final showdown and it is in miraculous detail, you build us up all over again after the hard and fast middle and then... Cut to Black, you let us finish the naughty bits in our heads, and pants for some of us. Some people dislike Cut to Black but I always enjoy them, it leaves things ambiguous, and lets the audience wonder and imagine what happens themself. In short wonderfully written.
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