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    Dark Knight got a reaction from Catgirl King in The Flowering Knights - Diapered Defenders of King and Country!   
    Sounds like the FOPS is way to powerful for the average pilot, even a Flowering Knight. Guess the BORS will be the general-duty mech for a good while yet, with the FOPS issued only to the best of the best.
    Also, what do BORS and FOPS stand for?
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from Catgirl King in The Flowering Knights - Diapered Defenders of King and Country!   
    Offhand question, but is Mieke based on Gwar Gura? They're both childish shark-girls.
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from gelpen in Kerillian's Nightmare: Vermintide 2 Fanfic   
    So, a while back I wrote a Touhou fanfic, but life interfered and I never finished it. Lately, I've been going to bed early and laying there with my laptop to cope with the workload of returning to university, so I thought I'd take up writing again. Don't expect any continuation; this is going to be a one-shot... unless people really love elves in cloth diapers.
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    "It's all your fault, isn't it? Little elfling, remember the flash of your blades as you cut down those soldiers? How you took pride in a job well done, in the Weave protected? And how, nary a week later, the Skaven sacked the town those soldiers were protecting? And how those same Skaven, free of opposition, soon turned their greedy eyes towards Aethl Loren? You. Serve. Me. WELL."
    Kerillian shuddered. "I'm not afraid of you, daemon. The blood of the thousands of Skaven I've slain absolves my sins."
    "Only in your own mind. What would your companions say, if they found out how you brought the Vermintide to begin with? Saltzpyre would burn you the same as any other heretic. Only I can offer you succor, little elfling." Be'lakor opened his jaws in a toothy leer, his maw a void so deep Kerillian thought she would drown in it.
    "You'll torment my dreams no longer, daemon," Kerillian responded, nocking her bow. "Leave me to my rest." She loosed the arrow, striking Be'lakor in the eye, but there was no spray of gore to reward her aim. Only a mocking laughter as Be'lakor dissipated to mist.
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    Kerillian opened her eyes, greeted by the green tarp of her tent. Attempting to catch her breath and reassert control of her panicked mind, she cast her elvish senses to her surroundings. Her weapons lining the wall, piles of clothing, tinctures. The cheerful song of mountain birds, the babbling of the brook, the creaking of a battered practice dummy across the yard. The warm cotton of her nightwear, the rustling of her pillow... and a heavy, clinging warmth around her crotch.
    Kerillian sighed. Even by elvish standards, she was sensitive to the call of the Weave, and when the forces of evil were on the march, she was tormented by nightmares... and bedwetting. A humiliating prospect for one of the finest mercenaries of her generation, least of all one who traveled in the company of humans. Back in Aethl Loren, when it became clear that her bedwetting would be a lifelong affliction, a kindly matron had, with great discretion, woven a set of cloth nappies for her, and they'd served well throughout her journeys across the Empire. The extra comfort had even kept the prophetic nightmares at bay... at least in normal times. Now, ever since the Ubersreik Five had encountered the daemon Be'lakor at Castle Drachenfells, she had been tormented by him almost nightly.
    With a groan, Kerillian tossed the covers aside. Even if the nappies were helpless against a Greater Daemon, they still served their purpose of keeping laundry to a minimum and allowing Kerillian to keep some measure of pride. Knowing that no one else was likely up yet, she scarpered down the yard towards the waterwheel and the brook. Ready for her morning washing, the same as every morning since the castle.
    As Kerillian stripped off the sodden cloth, the prior warmth was replaced by a surge of chills from the mountain air. Something was different this morning from usual, though. The cold wind brushing across her crotch brought a surge of desperation, and it was all she could do to avoid peeing onto her pajamas right then and there. Normally, her bladder was empty by morning, or at least, empty enough that she could finish washing her nappies before taking care of her own needs, but this morning the urge was unusually strong.
    Kerillian moaned, pulled her pajamas aside, and unleashed a torrent onto the cobblestones. Attempting to stop it would have been futile; yet another curse to thank Be'lakor for. "Lileath, let this not become the norm. Hard enough to keep my nighttime troubles secret when they're restricted to nighttime. I have no wish to fight Skaven with a half-inch of padding on my backside."
    Just when Kerillian thought her morning couldn't get any worse, her sensitive elven ears picked up a rolling yawn as someone shoved open the door to the yard. Frantically, she cast her eyes about for a hiding place...
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from Asuna.bed.wet. in Kerillian's Nightmare: Vermintide 2 Fanfic   
    So, a while back I wrote a Touhou fanfic, but life interfered and I never finished it. Lately, I've been going to bed early and laying there with my laptop to cope with the workload of returning to university, so I thought I'd take up writing again. Don't expect any continuation; this is going to be a one-shot... unless people really love elves in cloth diapers.
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    "It's all your fault, isn't it? Little elfling, remember the flash of your blades as you cut down those soldiers? How you took pride in a job well done, in the Weave protected? And how, nary a week later, the Skaven sacked the town those soldiers were protecting? And how those same Skaven, free of opposition, soon turned their greedy eyes towards Aethl Loren? You. Serve. Me. WELL."
    Kerillian shuddered. "I'm not afraid of you, daemon. The blood of the thousands of Skaven I've slain absolves my sins."
    "Only in your own mind. What would your companions say, if they found out how you brought the Vermintide to begin with? Saltzpyre would burn you the same as any other heretic. Only I can offer you succor, little elfling." Be'lakor opened his jaws in a toothy leer, his maw a void so deep Kerillian thought she would drown in it.
    "You'll torment my dreams no longer, daemon," Kerillian responded, nocking her bow. "Leave me to my rest." She loosed the arrow, striking Be'lakor in the eye, but there was no spray of gore to reward her aim. Only a mocking laughter as Be'lakor dissipated to mist.
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    Kerillian opened her eyes, greeted by the green tarp of her tent. Attempting to catch her breath and reassert control of her panicked mind, she cast her elvish senses to her surroundings. Her weapons lining the wall, piles of clothing, tinctures. The cheerful song of mountain birds, the babbling of the brook, the creaking of a battered practice dummy across the yard. The warm cotton of her nightwear, the rustling of her pillow... and a heavy, clinging warmth around her crotch.
    Kerillian sighed. Even by elvish standards, she was sensitive to the call of the Weave, and when the forces of evil were on the march, she was tormented by nightmares... and bedwetting. A humiliating prospect for one of the finest mercenaries of her generation, least of all one who traveled in the company of humans. Back in Aethl Loren, when it became clear that her bedwetting would be a lifelong affliction, a kindly matron had, with great discretion, woven a set of cloth nappies for her, and they'd served well throughout her journeys across the Empire. The extra comfort had even kept the prophetic nightmares at bay... at least in normal times. Now, ever since the Ubersreik Five had encountered the daemon Be'lakor at Castle Drachenfells, she had been tormented by him almost nightly.
    With a groan, Kerillian tossed the covers aside. Even if the nappies were helpless against a Greater Daemon, they still served their purpose of keeping laundry to a minimum and allowing Kerillian to keep some measure of pride. Knowing that no one else was likely up yet, she scarpered down the yard towards the waterwheel and the brook. Ready for her morning washing, the same as every morning since the castle.
    As Kerillian stripped off the sodden cloth, the prior warmth was replaced by a surge of chills from the mountain air. Something was different this morning from usual, though. The cold wind brushing across her crotch brought a surge of desperation, and it was all she could do to avoid peeing onto her pajamas right then and there. Normally, her bladder was empty by morning, or at least, empty enough that she could finish washing her nappies before taking care of her own needs, but this morning the urge was unusually strong.
    Kerillian moaned, pulled her pajamas aside, and unleashed a torrent onto the cobblestones. Attempting to stop it would have been futile; yet another curse to thank Be'lakor for. "Lileath, let this not become the norm. Hard enough to keep my nighttime troubles secret when they're restricted to nighttime. I have no wish to fight Skaven with a half-inch of padding on my backside."
    Just when Kerillian thought her morning couldn't get any worse, her sensitive elven ears picked up a rolling yawn as someone shoved open the door to the yard. Frantically, she cast her eyes about for a hiding place...
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from WaffleOmorashi in Futaba's Predicament [Persona 5 fanfic commission]   
    Like I said the first time around, there isn't nearly enough diaper yuri, and this is perfect.
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from HentaiKami in Futaba's Predicament [Persona 5 fanfic commission]   
    Like I said the first time around, there isn't nearly enough diaper yuri, and this is perfect.
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from HentaiKami in Futaba's Predicament [Persona 5 fanfic commission]   
    Descent into diapers, plus yuri, what's not to love?
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from Shrimple in Interdimensional Karma Harvester 「Yuri Lit-RPG」   
    Yuri is always something I enjoy, so keep going!
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from Taco124 in Training undies recommendations?   
    Rearz training pants are pretty good. I often wear them overtop of drugstore diapers to improve bulk and catch leaks.
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from HoratioHusky in IT: Infant Tech [Comm]   
    Welcome! I look forward to reading more of the story, diaper yaoi is pretty rare.
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from Catgirl King in Sakuya's Timeout (Touhou ABDL)   
    Well, I decided I would FINALLY try writing a story of my own. It's not like I don't have the creative mind for it, I just never take enough time away from gaming.
    So, I thought I'd try writing a story based on this great image by U5461 (https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/28525484) If you want to enjoy it more, open the image sequence and follow along!

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    When this day started, I'd never pictured myself where I am now. Wearing a kindergartner's uniform, childish panties, tied to a training potty... and quivering with desperation.
    Earlier that day...
    "I'm so sorry Mistress Flandre! Here, let me help you to the bathroom!"
    My kind words did little to assuage the steady stream of tears flowing from young Flandre's eyes, nor the yellow stream now soaking the carpet beneath her. I had been heading upstairs to check if Flandre needed anything, and had collided with her head-on while she had been trying to make it to the bathroom. Poor Flan, the surprise and pain had made her lose it right there in the hallway.
    "You big -sniff- meanie! I would have made -sob- made it the the potty if you hadn't... hadn't.... WWAAHH!!"
    That marked the end of any coherent dialogue from Flandre, as she finally finished wetting herself and slumped down bawling. I tried to offer my hand, hoping to take her to the bathroom and help her clean up. But it was not to be.
    "What the fracking heck is going on here!" boomed Remilia's voice from around the corner. For all her illusions of being a graceful, elegant aristocrat, anything that gets her temper up makes Mistress Remilia sound like the child she still physically is. "So, you made Flan cry? Oh, and made her wet herself on top of that?" Remilia smirked like the Chesire Cat. "I think some punishment is in order."
    "What do you mean by that, milady?" Whatever it was, it wasn't going to be fun. Well, not for me anyway. Remilia would been having the most fun she's had all month.
    "Oh, you'll see soon enough..." That sinister smirk again.
    Later....
    And so that's how I found myself in this position. Remilia decided that having to share Flandre's fate would drive home the lesson about treating other's potty time with respect. Rather hypocritical of Remilia when I'm the one who takes care of everyone else's potty needs. Yes, I mean everyone. Of course, Flandre has a horrible nighttime record, and daytime accidents like today happen at best once a week, and often more. Remilia will sometimes order me to diaper her at night out of sheer laziness. Yes, she actually wears and uses diapers by choice, even though accidents are a rarity for her. Patchouli, of course, needs diapers whenever her anemia is acting up. It's much healthier for her to lay in bed and recuperate rather than being constantly bothered by bathroom needs. Even I have accidents on rare occasion, typically when I'm overloaded with work and make the mistake of putting one of my mistress's needs before my own. I've even seen Mieling wet herself when she falls asleep on guard duty. Suffice to say, a week at the Scarlet Devil Mansion passing without ANYONE flooding themselves is a rare occurrence indeed. Speaking of which...

    "So, how exactly is this supposed to teach me anything? It's humiliating, sure, but hardly the worst punishment you've put me through."
    Remilia responded by hiking up my skirt to expose my preschool panties. "Oh, it's gonna get worse. When I was trawling through the library, I found the strangest of spells. This seems like as good an opportunity as any to test it out." And with a flick of her fingers and some dog latin, golden dust appeared and settled on my thighs and crotch. Instantly, I went from 'annoying urgency', to 'oh @#$%, I need to pee RIGHT NOW'. If my hands hadn't been tied, I would have jammed them right into my crotch, not even caring that I would look like even more of a preschooler than I already did. As it were, a few drops of pee wormed out of my ladyhood and into the crotch of my panties, but not enough for Remi to see... I hope.
    She certainly saw me squirming though. That plus the panicked look in my eyes made it clear that the spell had done exactly what it was supposed to.
    "Seriously Remilia?" I whined. "This isn't funny. And I am NOT going to wet myself like a kindergartner! I have the best potty record in this mansion, and I fully intend on keeping it!"
    "Pretty big words," Remilia responded, "considering you're fidgeting like a five-year-old who waited too long to go potty! Flan didn't make it because of you, and as punishment, you're gonna share her shame! Maybe I'll leave the room, and come back an hour later to untie you. Or maybe I'll stay, so I can listen to you beg!"
    "Remi, please..." I whimpered.
    "Ah, we need to keep this game interesting somehow. Fine! If you can cry without wetting yourself, I'll take your panties off!"
    Crying didn't sound too hard, and it was certainly preferable to having pee run down my legs and ruin my stockings. So, I gave it my best. All I had to do was relax a bit-carefully now, not without relaxing my aching crotch-and the tears started flowing.
    But the sparkling salt wasn't nearly enough for my mistress. "A few crocodile tears won't do it! You need to be full-on bawling! Here, I'll show you how it's done!" And she inched towards me with that same frightening smirk.
    "Wait, Remi, what are... KKKYYYAAAA!" Remilia jammed her fingers into my sides, and started tickling with all her might.
    "Aahh... Ahhahahaha....EAYHAHAHAHAHHA!!!" I started giggling uncontrollably, mirth that quickly turned to terror as I lost control over my floodgates. With a hiss reminiscent of a waterfall, pee rushed into my panties, filling my crotch with warmth. But the preschooler panties, despite being softly padded for a child's leaks, weren't designed for a teenager's full-bore accident. Pee started spattering into the bowl of the potty, as loud as gunshots to my terrified ears. More warmth ran down my thighs, ruining my stockings just like I'd hoped to avoid.
    Now I was all-out bawling. "WWWHHHAAAA!!!" I wailed, all traces of my dignity as a maid abandoned. I sobbed and peed for what felt like minutes before my bladder was finally empty, the last few drops leaving my womenhood like the last few spiteful danmaku shots from a defeated hero. I continued blubbering for a few minutes more before I finally calmed down enough to focus. My eyes were too full of tears to see clearly, and I couldn't wipe them with my hands tied. Nevertheless, I knew Remilia had that selfsame smirk.
    I thought that my punishment was over, but as my eyes dried I could see Remilia rummaging in the changing table. "Wait, we're not-whimper-done?"
    "Silly meido, you thought that would be the end of it, when you've only suffered as much as Flan? No, we need to make sure the lesson sticks." And Remi unfolded a cutesy diaper, and slid it under my bum, not bothering to remove my sodden panties. A few lazy drops fell from my crotch into the thirsty padding. Remi taped it up, doing a surprisingly competent job despite me only helping me change Flandre a handful of times. For a moment, I was proud of my teaching skills, before I remembered that they were now being tested on me. Me, the proud maid of the Scarlet household, the only resident to have never worn a diaper within its walls. Looks like my streak was at an end.
    "Ready for round two?" Remilia cheerfully announced, and cast that desperation spell again. In my already-exhausted state, I couldn't even hold on for half a minute. I didn't even have the energy left to cry, as my maturity left me for the second time that afternoon. The thirsty diaper greedily absorbed all my pee, filling itself to capacity. The cutesy frog on the front turned from green to blue, announcing my incontinence to the whole world.
    Noticing how I didn't even have the energy left to fidget in my clingy puddle, Remilia started undoing the restraints. Almost immediately, my traitorous hands made the way towards the front off my flooded diaper. I barely caught myself before I started rubbing it, but eagle-eyed Remilia saw it clearly.
    "So, looks like my little baby maid likes being an incontinent, quivering wreck! That's great, cause you won't be using the potty for another week, at least!", Remilia almost bouncing with glee.
    "Wait-whine-another-sob-week!?" I whined, shocked that my punishment had only just begun. I was about to go from the best-trained member of the household, to having more accidents than even Flandre.
    "Yep!" Remilia giggled. "Oh, Flan's gonna be so happy to have a playmate just like her! In fact, I might enjoy this even more than her!" And with that, she left the room and shut the bathroom door behind her. She called from the other side of the door, "You can get changed and leave this room when the next girl comes along for their bathroom break! But don't forget, the potty is off limits, so you'd probably want to put on another diaper... without your sodden panties underneath it! Unless you're into that." And she tromped down the corridor, leaving me alone with my babyhood.
    I could have just gotten changed then and there. The shower was available, and my clothes were stacked in the corner. But I knew better than to defy my mistress. She would just come up with something to make the punishment even worse, like giving me an enema, or whatever else she finds in that weird spellbook. So with nothing better to do, I crawled across the room, propped my exhausted body up against the changing table, and started rubbing my squishy padding...
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    Well, that was quite alot of fun! It's definitely the most fiction I've written in one go since middle school. If people like it, and I have time, I might do a longer sequel, exploring our favorite little meido's now potty-free life in the mansion! I don't think she'll be the only one peeing her panties for very long. Since I always wanted to add some Yuri undertones, maybe you can leave suggestions as to who our pants-wetting maid should be spending the most time with. Remilia, Flandre, Patchouli, Meiling, or even someone from the wider Touhou verse! If a great idea for an extension pops into your head, feel free to share! I won't be offended if someone else has a better plot idea than me! And of course, since this is my first story, critique is welcome!
    Thank you for reading, and I hope to write more about Sakuya's incontinent trials soon!
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from Catgirl King in The Flowering Knights - Diapered Defenders of King and Country!   
    Here it is: 
     
    Warning, it has messing and is pretty erotic. Don't know if I'll continue it, might start something new.
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from Catgirl King in The Flowering Knights - Diapered Defenders of King and Country!   
    This is a fantastic original fic so far, with just enough fetish content to be enticing while still being a good science fantasy story. It's inspired me to go back to my own Touhou ABDL story.
    Also, the characters strongly remind me of the Military Academy Trio from Blazblue; the cowardly but talented Noel, the mature, bookish Tsubaki, and the hyperactive Makoto (who is a squirrel kemono). Was the resemblance intentional?
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from rachelkirwan in Goodnites coming out with new larger XL size!   
    I'm in the same boat of being a Canadian who desperately wants these new training pants, especially since my local drugstore seems to no longer stock Tena Overnights. At least I have a Rearz distribution center nearby.
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from LittleOtterPup in Goodnites coming out with new larger XL size!   
    Another person who's happy about this. There aren't really any good ABDL pullups, and current 'large' Goodnites are too small (and have too little capacity) to really be suitable for fetish play unless you're really small. But a small adult like me could fit into this no problem.
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from Dynamic in a fan of diaperless desperation   
    If a girl who normally wears diapers going without them is your fetish, that's the focus of Chapter 13 of Omujo, a high-quality non-H diaper doujinshi from an artist know as Tsuttu. It's well worth reading the whole story (https://mangakakalot.com/read-ir9xd158524478940), but this particular chapter has that variant (https://mangakakalot.com/chapter/omujo_omutsu_joshi/chapter_13).
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from Stanley79 in Sakuya's Timeout (Touhou ABDL)   
    So, I had a lot of fun writing last night, and I'm once again tired out from studying. So, I'm going to carry on with the story! And as a treat for @Night Rain, Reimu WILL be making appearance down the road.... assuming I keep writing that far. So, without further ado, here's to more incontinent moeblobs!
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    *Knock knock*
    "Sakuya? I'm here to... oh." Meiling stopped short as the light from the door fell upon my prone form. My face burned, both from the afterglow of my makeout session, and the humiliation of being caught with my hands gently massaging my sodden nappy. To her credit, she recovered quickly. "Remilia told me about your punishment. She saw me heading to the washroom, and asked me to tell you that you can get cleaned up now. She's also decided that, in light of your newfound... situation... you're relieved of maid duties for the afternoon, so you can take some time to get used to... things." She was clearly hesitant to address my humiliating condition openly.
    But I made no move to get cleaned up, still not fully grasping my newfound loss of womenhood. Fortunately, Meiling took pity on me. "Do you want me to change you? Self-changes don't seem like the easiest task." Still in an erotic daze, I nodded, and Meiling swept me up in her muscular arms and helped me stand upright, whereupon she gently stripped me of my blouse, skirt, and socks, leaving me shivering in a gradually-cooling diaper. She then hoisted me onto the changing table, and ripped the tapes apart, finally liberating me from my soggy prison.
    "Lift up your legs," she ordered, and pulled off the preschooler panties. To my further embarrassment, she examined the pee and other.. substances, and with a shrug, threw the ruined panties in the garbage. Next, she grabbed a wipe from the dispenser, and started to gently clean my ladyhood and bum. But with the afterglow not fully departed, even that light touch was enough to elicit a shameful moan. "Uuuhhhhhaaa- Meiling, stooooppp..." I murmured through trembling lips, but the motherly guard was having none of it, and popped a aquamarine pacifier between them. Without even realizing what I was doing, I started to suckle, drawing a measure of peace through my worn-out body.
    After balling up the used diaper and wipe and tossing them aside, Meiling rummaged in the changing table, and pulled out a pair of diapers. One of the cutesy, frog-covered ones that Flandre, and occasionally Remilia, would wear, the same kind I had worn during my... timeout, and a thicker lilac medical diaper that Patchouli would use when sleeping off an illness. She looked at me expectantly, offering me the choice. I gestured towards the childish one; as suffusing as it was, I wanted to be able to actually walk around. Meilig nodded, as if approving of my choice, and slid it underneath my bum, then began the process of dusting my crotch with baby powder.
    "Ish thish... reallie neshesshary?" I mumbled around the pacifier, but we both knew it was a frivolous complaint; with how long I had been laying in my saturated padding, powder would be essential to prevent my next accident - even internally, I hesitated over the word - leaving me with a rash. Finally, Meiling taped up the diaper, trapping me once again in my babyish cage, then stepped back to admire her handiwork.
    I popped the pacifier out. "You didn't do it right," I scowled, as I unfasten and tightened one of the tapes. "Always pull the tapes tight enough to secure the leg gathers, so that the wearer doesn't leak with every movement." Even in my babyish state, enough of the proud maid remained to criticize Meiling for her shoddy workmanship. "You should know this by now, after poor Patchouli ruined her mattress because you taped her up lazily, then didn't attend to her for over ten hours."
    Meiling slid the pacifier right back in, then shushed me by laying a finger across it. I almost knifed her for her insolence, but my hand went to my hip and found only fluffy fabric. Collecting myself, I wandered over to my neatly folded uniform, only to turn back to the sight of Meiling fidgeting and pushing against her crotch.
    "Right," I muttered, "You originally came here to use the toilet. Just do your business, there's no need to feel embarrassed. I've seen Flandre pee plenty of times, when I'm helping her with potty training." But Meiling appeared unconvinced. "Look, just go before you have an accident on the floor. This household has already made enough puddles today."
    I turned back to my clothes and started dressing, my ears tickled by the waterfall of Meiling's pee flowing into the toilet below. The noise served as yet another reminder of the privileges that were now denied me. As Meiling finished her luxurious business, I went to work cleaning up the puddle that had formed beside the training potty. With the toilet now free, I dumped the bowl of the potty chair into it, then pulled the handle. As the pee was washed away, I felt like my maturity was being washed away with it.
    With the rest of the day now free before me, I began the long walk back to my bedroom. Maybe I would read one of those imported human-world novels that I had found in the library last week, try to distract myself from my now-padded state. Yeah right, like that's going to work.
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    Later that evening.
    Too embarrassed to face the rest of the household, I had asked one of the fairies to bring me some snacks and tea for dinner. Now buried beneath the covers off my massive four-poster bed - yes, even the maid of the Scarlet Devil household lives in Victorian luxury - I was now working my way through the second volume of Didn't I say to Make My Abilities Average in the Next Life?, about a prodigious but socially-awkward human girl, who had been reincarnated in a European fantasy world with one wish: to be an ordinary, average girl. As tended to be with wishes in human tales, it didn't quite go the way it was intended too. She was not 'normal' in any sense of the word.
    At least she's able to use the toilet like a normal human girl... I groaned, as the tea and cakes had worked their way through me and were now uncomfortably pressing on my bladder and bowels. I shoved a hand down my pajamas, hoping to relieve some of the pressure, but that just made the fluffy diaper rub pleasantly against my crotch... No, I am not thinking that! I am NOT enjoying this! But my puerile subconscious disagreed. In fact, it found the soft, absorbent cotton almost heavenly. I hadn't noticed when the previous diaper had been crudely taped over my panties, but with this one properly secured and my lady parts dusted with powder like freshly fallen snow, I felt as though I were the most innocent, pampered girl in the world. NNNNOOOO, I am NOT going to love this! This is a punishment, and I will bare this shame until I am finally liberated! And I am NOT going to mess myself! Only helplessly sick Patchouli ever does that! And Flandre, she's woken up in a soiled diaper on occasion. But that's beside the point!
    But I knew the argument with myself was a pointless one. And holding in my poo for a whole week wasn't an option, unless I wanted to be constipated on top of everything else. At some point, I was going to have to mess myself; might as well do it before bed so that I can sleep in a clean diaper.
    But my half-hearted pushing was not doing anything to relieve the shuddering warmth. Well, might as well get Flandre ready for bed, I sighed. Even if I wasn't bound to my maidly obligations for the night, I didn't trust Meiling to pad her properly. And I needed to apologize to her anyway.
    So without further ado, I set off down the corridors, and knocked on the door of Flandre's attic bedroom. "Hey Flandre, you still awake?"
    With no response, I quietly opened the door, to find the lights still on. Flandre was sitting in the center of the room, playing with an array of toy cars... and studiously avoiding my gaze. Guess she's still mad about this morning. Well, I need to break the ice somehow. "Hey, uh, sorry about what hap-"
    "Let me see it." Mistress Flandre cut me off, with a bossy tone that I usually only heard from Mistress Remilia. "The diaper, let me see it."
    Deciding that this was to be viewed as another part of the punishment, I submissively lowered my pajama pants to show Flan the childish garment wrapped around my hips. My face once again flushed with humiliation, I stared into the carpet, not meeting her gaze. A few moments of silence passed, before I was distracted by the sound of gentle sobs reaching my ears. To my surprise, the sound wasn't coming from me, but from Flan.
    "Youhr so -sob- luckee," she lisped. She raised her skirt to show me the sodden diaper that embraced her bum, the same style that I was wearing in fact. She eyed mine with jealousy. "Wheneva I -sniff- have an accshident, you just hug me and -whimper- tell me I'll... Ilh.. make it nexht time. You and Remi both." She lowered her gaze. "But eye don't wan that..." Oh, so that's what this is about? She doesn't WANT to potty train? I started mentally beating myself. I seriously didn't notice until now. Poor Flan...
    Flan continued her monologue. "I haff one accshident, and YOUR," she glared at me, "The won who geths to -sob- give up your potty reshpon... respawwnshi..." Flan stuttered over the longer word, "needs. I wanna be like youuu..." she whined. With a psychic scowl, the toy car in her hand shattered beneath her powers of destruction.
    Finally, I figured it out. It was jealousy, not shame, that had been eating her the whole day. "You're right Flan. I'm sorry. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it, and I'm going to start making it up to you now. Lets make a deal. For as long as I'm stuck in diapers, you don't have to use the potty either. If Remi starts asking questions, we can pretend you refuse to be potty trained by someone who doesn't use the potty herself. I'm sure that excuse is gonna fly, Remilia's going to be more focused on me this week."
    Flandre looked up at me, her eyes now sparkling with joy, not sadness. Satisfied that the rift had finally been mended, I grabbed a spare nighttime diaper from the stash beside her toy chest, and expertly changed her. I saw with satisfaction that I had been right about Meiling's incompetence; Flandre's previous diaper had been very poorly secured, and would have leaked if I hadn't arrived when I did. 
    "Tomorrow, Flan," I said as I laid her in her crib, "We're going to have some fun together." But Flandre was already asleep, happily sucking on her thumb. With expert hands, I swapped it for her pacifier, then turned out the lights and left the room.
    Maybe playing with a potty-free Flandre will help me get used to my own padded state. Speaking of which... With the heart-to-heart over, my desperation returned in full force. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep with such urgency hanging over me, so I stopped by the upstairs bathroom, to find the the source of my earlier shame still sitting in the middle of the room. It was almost as if the duck had been awaiting my return.
    Wanting to get this over as soon as possible, I sat down on the potty and grasped the handles, then started to push. The pee came first. Starting as an innocent trickle, it warmed the padding against my crotch with a touch equal parts shameful, comforting... and erotic. Soon enough, the trickle turned into a stream, then a full-on torrent, the diaper happily absorbing at all, glad to serve its purpose for its mistress; even if that mistress was a fully-trained teenager rather than a quivering, incontinent preschooler. With this wetting being willing rather than a total loss of control, I was able to enjoy the relief as my budging bladder gradually returned to its normal size. Maybe this isn't so bad, I mused.
    But my bliss was not to be. As the waterfall started winding down, a brown mass started to poke its way out of my bum, like a bear just leaving its hibernating cave. Knowing that I would have to do so at some point, I let it escape. The properly fitted diaper was able fit the mess at first, but as it started to reach capacity, the mess started to press against my bum, filling me with shameful reminders of how I was now the most helpless, immature member of the household. The diaper gradually expanded to accommodate it all. Eventually, it finally stopped, leaving me panting from the exertion, the full diaper a glowing testament to my failure as a the caretaker of the household.
    As I collected myself and stood up, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My pajama pants around my legs, the diaper stained yellow with my innocence, a spherical bulge around my bum announcing just how useless I was.
    I made my way over to the changing table, and with hesitating hands I reached for one of Patchouli's bulkier diapers. Even if I was having 'accidents' by choice, I knew that you always put on thicker diapers for nighttime. But I stopped. One of Flandre's nighttime diapers had caught my eye. It was nearly as bulky as Patchy's, but decorated in a far more juvenile manner. I knew what the right choice was, but my aroused subconscious said otherwise, and so with a heavy heart, I took Flandre's night diaper and got to work.
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    Meiling was right, changing yourself IS much harder than changing someone else. Still doesn't mean I trust her clumsy hands more than my own.
    I made my way back to my room, the exhausting day finally over. Just as I was about to turn out the lights, light glinted off an embossed letter resting on my dresser. An invitation, to a flower-viewing party at the Hakurei shrine. The Scarlet sisters won't want to miss this, but can I really face the world in my diapered state? Would Remilia really make me keep to my diapers, even out of the house? Yes, of course she would... Feh, I'll decide tomorrow.
    I turned out the lights, and snuggled under the many layers of blankets, the fluffy nighttime diaper and soothing pacifier adding to my conventional blankets to create an ocean of soft pleasure. This week is going to be the strangest one of my life... Or at least it would be, were my life remotely normal. Even being forced back into diapers didn't compare to the many bizarre incidents that plagued Gensyoko on a weekly basis.
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    So, this went WAY longer than I anticipated it would, but it was so worth it. This is easily the most fun I've had writing in my life. I look forward to continuing it. Writing Flandre's sob-studded baby talk was especially time-consuming. And yes, the teaser at the end means that Reimu WILL be making an appearance... and her situation might not be all that different than Sakuya's.
    Also, please read that light novel I namedropped, Didn't I say to Make My Abilities Average in the Next Life? It's an excellent story, and a refreshing take on the Isekei genre and light novel heroes.
    Now, I'm going to take the advice that I offered Sakuya in this story, and release my quivering bladder and bowels into my waiting pull-up. Don't forget to comment if you enjoyed the story!
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from rachelkirwan in A Missed Kinky Diaper Opportunity   
    I had a bladder ultrasound a half-year back after getting kidney stones. However, the pain meant that fetish play was the furthest thing from my mind; even playing a turn-based-strategy game was a challenge. Added to that, I actually COULDN'T wear diapers even if I wanted to; I needed to pee into a trough for several days in an attempt to collect my stones. That way, they could be analyzed to determine the cause, to make sure I didn't get them again. Plus, it's only in the last few months that I've started wearing diapers purely for comfort; prior to that, it was purely a masturbation aid.
    However, I DID admit my fetish to the nurse who was caring for me, in case my intentional wetting had caused a bladder infection. I also admitted it to the technician who gave me an MRI; she warned me that the barium injection would feel like I was wetting myself; with my mind clouded from the morphine (I get very talkative any time I'm dizzy), I told her that no, it did not feel like wetting in the slightest, more like a thermal pulse.
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from ShinyVolcarona in Hi there, I'm a bit nervous with my first post...   
    This is easily the most friendly and wholesome fetish community I've been part of, you'll be welcome here.
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    Dark Knight got a reaction from RonMan900123 in Sakuya's Timeout (Touhou ABDL)   
    Well, I decided I would FINALLY try writing a story of my own. It's not like I don't have the creative mind for it, I just never take enough time away from gaming.
    So, I thought I'd try writing a story based on this great image by U5461 (https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/28525484) If you want to enjoy it more, open the image sequence and follow along!

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    When this day started, I'd never pictured myself where I am now. Wearing a kindergartner's uniform, childish panties, tied to a training potty... and quivering with desperation.
    Earlier that day...
    "I'm so sorry Mistress Flandre! Here, let me help you to the bathroom!"
    My kind words did little to assuage the steady stream of tears flowing from young Flandre's eyes, nor the yellow stream now soaking the carpet beneath her. I had been heading upstairs to check if Flandre needed anything, and had collided with her head-on while she had been trying to make it to the bathroom. Poor Flan, the surprise and pain had made her lose it right there in the hallway.
    "You big -sniff- meanie! I would have made -sob- made it the the potty if you hadn't... hadn't.... WWAAHH!!"
    That marked the end of any coherent dialogue from Flandre, as she finally finished wetting herself and slumped down bawling. I tried to offer my hand, hoping to take her to the bathroom and help her clean up. But it was not to be.
    "What the fracking heck is going on here!" boomed Remilia's voice from around the corner. For all her illusions of being a graceful, elegant aristocrat, anything that gets her temper up makes Mistress Remilia sound like the child she still physically is. "So, you made Flan cry? Oh, and made her wet herself on top of that?" Remilia smirked like the Chesire Cat. "I think some punishment is in order."
    "What do you mean by that, milady?" Whatever it was, it wasn't going to be fun. Well, not for me anyway. Remilia would been having the most fun she's had all month.
    "Oh, you'll see soon enough..." That sinister smirk again.
    Later....
    And so that's how I found myself in this position. Remilia decided that having to share Flandre's fate would drive home the lesson about treating other's potty time with respect. Rather hypocritical of Remilia when I'm the one who takes care of everyone else's potty needs. Yes, I mean everyone. Of course, Flandre has a horrible nighttime record, and daytime accidents like today happen at best once a week, and often more. Remilia will sometimes order me to diaper her at night out of sheer laziness. Yes, she actually wears and uses diapers by choice, even though accidents are a rarity for her. Patchouli, of course, needs diapers whenever her anemia is acting up. It's much healthier for her to lay in bed and recuperate rather than being constantly bothered by bathroom needs. Even I have accidents on rare occasion, typically when I'm overloaded with work and make the mistake of putting one of my mistress's needs before my own. I've even seen Mieling wet herself when she falls asleep on guard duty. Suffice to say, a week at the Scarlet Devil Mansion passing without ANYONE flooding themselves is a rare occurrence indeed. Speaking of which...

    "So, how exactly is this supposed to teach me anything? It's humiliating, sure, but hardly the worst punishment you've put me through."
    Remilia responded by hiking up my skirt to expose my preschool panties. "Oh, it's gonna get worse. When I was trawling through the library, I found the strangest of spells. This seems like as good an opportunity as any to test it out." And with a flick of her fingers and some dog latin, golden dust appeared and settled on my thighs and crotch. Instantly, I went from 'annoying urgency', to 'oh @#$%, I need to pee RIGHT NOW'. If my hands hadn't been tied, I would have jammed them right into my crotch, not even caring that I would look like even more of a preschooler than I already did. As it were, a few drops of pee wormed out of my ladyhood and into the crotch of my panties, but not enough for Remi to see... I hope.
    She certainly saw me squirming though. That plus the panicked look in my eyes made it clear that the spell had done exactly what it was supposed to.
    "Seriously Remilia?" I whined. "This isn't funny. And I am NOT going to wet myself like a kindergartner! I have the best potty record in this mansion, and I fully intend on keeping it!"
    "Pretty big words," Remilia responded, "considering you're fidgeting like a five-year-old who waited too long to go potty! Flan didn't make it because of you, and as punishment, you're gonna share her shame! Maybe I'll leave the room, and come back an hour later to untie you. Or maybe I'll stay, so I can listen to you beg!"
    "Remi, please..." I whimpered.
    "Ah, we need to keep this game interesting somehow. Fine! If you can cry without wetting yourself, I'll take your panties off!"
    Crying didn't sound too hard, and it was certainly preferable to having pee run down my legs and ruin my stockings. So, I gave it my best. All I had to do was relax a bit-carefully now, not without relaxing my aching crotch-and the tears started flowing.
    But the sparkling salt wasn't nearly enough for my mistress. "A few crocodile tears won't do it! You need to be full-on bawling! Here, I'll show you how it's done!" And she inched towards me with that same frightening smirk.
    "Wait, Remi, what are... KKKYYYAAAA!" Remilia jammed her fingers into my sides, and started tickling with all her might.
    "Aahh... Ahhahahaha....EAYHAHAHAHAHHA!!!" I started giggling uncontrollably, mirth that quickly turned to terror as I lost control over my floodgates. With a hiss reminiscent of a waterfall, pee rushed into my panties, filling my crotch with warmth. But the preschooler panties, despite being softly padded for a child's leaks, weren't designed for a teenager's full-bore accident. Pee started spattering into the bowl of the potty, as loud as gunshots to my terrified ears. More warmth ran down my thighs, ruining my stockings just like I'd hoped to avoid.
    Now I was all-out bawling. "WWWHHHAAAA!!!" I wailed, all traces of my dignity as a maid abandoned. I sobbed and peed for what felt like minutes before my bladder was finally empty, the last few drops leaving my womenhood like the last few spiteful danmaku shots from a defeated hero. I continued blubbering for a few minutes more before I finally calmed down enough to focus. My eyes were too full of tears to see clearly, and I couldn't wipe them with my hands tied. Nevertheless, I knew Remilia had that selfsame smirk.
    I thought that my punishment was over, but as my eyes dried I could see Remilia rummaging in the changing table. "Wait, we're not-whimper-done?"
    "Silly meido, you thought that would be the end of it, when you've only suffered as much as Flan? No, we need to make sure the lesson sticks." And Remi unfolded a cutesy diaper, and slid it under my bum, not bothering to remove my sodden panties. A few lazy drops fell from my crotch into the thirsty padding. Remi taped it up, doing a surprisingly competent job despite me only helping me change Flandre a handful of times. For a moment, I was proud of my teaching skills, before I remembered that they were now being tested on me. Me, the proud maid of the Scarlet household, the only resident to have never worn a diaper within its walls. Looks like my streak was at an end.
    "Ready for round two?" Remilia cheerfully announced, and cast that desperation spell again. In my already-exhausted state, I couldn't even hold on for half a minute. I didn't even have the energy left to cry, as my maturity left me for the second time that afternoon. The thirsty diaper greedily absorbed all my pee, filling itself to capacity. The cutesy frog on the front turned from green to blue, announcing my incontinence to the whole world.
    Noticing how I didn't even have the energy left to fidget in my clingy puddle, Remilia started undoing the restraints. Almost immediately, my traitorous hands made the way towards the front off my flooded diaper. I barely caught myself before I started rubbing it, but eagle-eyed Remilia saw it clearly.
    "So, looks like my little baby maid likes being an incontinent, quivering wreck! That's great, cause you won't be using the potty for another week, at least!", Remilia almost bouncing with glee.
    "Wait-whine-another-sob-week!?" I whined, shocked that my punishment had only just begun. I was about to go from the best-trained member of the household, to having more accidents than even Flandre.
    "Yep!" Remilia giggled. "Oh, Flan's gonna be so happy to have a playmate just like her! In fact, I might enjoy this even more than her!" And with that, she left the room and shut the bathroom door behind her. She called from the other side of the door, "You can get changed and leave this room when the next girl comes along for their bathroom break! But don't forget, the potty is off limits, so you'd probably want to put on another diaper... without your sodden panties underneath it! Unless you're into that." And she tromped down the corridor, leaving me alone with my babyhood.
    I could have just gotten changed then and there. The shower was available, and my clothes were stacked in the corner. But I knew better than to defy my mistress. She would just come up with something to make the punishment even worse, like giving me an enema, or whatever else she finds in that weird spellbook. So with nothing better to do, I crawled across the room, propped my exhausted body up against the changing table, and started rubbing my squishy padding...
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    Well, that was quite alot of fun! It's definitely the most fiction I've written in one go since middle school. If people like it, and I have time, I might do a longer sequel, exploring our favorite little meido's now potty-free life in the mansion! I don't think she'll be the only one peeing her panties for very long. Since I always wanted to add some Yuri undertones, maybe you can leave suggestions as to who our pants-wetting maid should be spending the most time with. Remilia, Flandre, Patchouli, Meiling, or even someone from the wider Touhou verse! If a great idea for an extension pops into your head, feel free to share! I won't be offended if someone else has a better plot idea than me! And of course, since this is my first story, critique is welcome!
    Thank you for reading, and I hope to write more about Sakuya's incontinent trials soon!
  21. Upvote
    Dark Knight got a reaction from juntaglom in Gaming in a pull-up   
    So, one thing I like to do at the end of a tiring week is getting padded up, and just resting under a half-dozen blankets in front of my PC, idly gaming, watching anime, or browsing images. I find Tena is the best brand for this; most other supermarket brands will rip or leak if I squirm around in them after wetting myself. Not wet currently, but I can feel periodic pulses of desperation. And like any good toddler, I fully intend to ignore them. There are more important things than potty training.
  22. Upvote
    Dark Knight got a reaction from Marty Silver in Gaming in a pull-up   
    Was playing Destiny 2, and, well... had an accident. Sure, I didn't make it to the potty, but who cares, I was MVP in that Crucible match!
  23. Upvote
    Dark Knight got a reaction from Bluesman59 in Gaming in a pull-up   
    Was playing Destiny 2, and, well... had an accident. Sure, I didn't make it to the potty, but who cares, I was MVP in that Crucible match!
  24. Upvote
    Dark Knight got a reaction from rachelkirwan in Pokemon Diapers   
    So, diapers with Pokemon decals, produced by Huggies, seems to be a thing now.
    https://nintendosoup.com/official-pokemon-diapers-out-in-china/
    Unfortunately, they seem to be baby diapers, and only in China. Something tells me that the XL size will be by far the most popular.
     
     


  25. Upvote
    Dark Knight got a reaction from rachelkirwan in Stopped Wearing Goodnites A Couple Days Too Soon…   
    You know, as a fetishist who's going to finish university very soon, this is especially heartwarming to me, because it's proof that finding a loving spouse willing to indulge my desires isn't out of the realm of possibility.
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