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  1. 5 hours ago, farseladosso said:
    From Havelock Ellis, Studies in the Psychology of Sex, Vol.7 (Florrie)
    
    At the time, however, when the period of adolescence came 
    to an end, when Florrie was just about twenty-one, an in- 
    cident occurred which re-awakened her interest in urination on 
    a new side. It may seem a trivial incident, but in Florrie's 
    memory it stands out as “a feat of great audacity,'' and it has 
    so much significance in her psycho-sexual development that it 
    may be well to narrate it exactly in her own words: ‘‘We were 
    living in the residential part of a large English town and I was 
    paying calls. At the last house I had stayed half an hour and 
    as I then experienccd a great need I determined on quitting 
    the drawing room and being shown out to ask the maid if I 
    might retire. This was all settled nicely in my mind, but it 
    never came off. When I rose to go, my hostess expressed a 
    wish that I should see her conservatory, and we all went into 
    the garden accompanied by the son of the house. It followed 
    naturally that I had to make my exit from the garden directly 
    into the road. By this time further delay had made matters 
    worse. I felt that I could not wait any longer. There were no 
    shops near, only houses, and I could not find any sheltered spot. 
    I at once realized how utterly impossible it would be to squat 
    down, so I determined to make the attempt standing, though I
    felt very nervous and doubtful as to my probable success. 
    
    There was no rain to help matters, and the pavement was white 
    and dry. I was afraid to stand in the gutter for fear of attract- 
    ing attention, but I stood on the extreme edge of the curb and 
    looked down the road as though I was expecting somebody. 
    No one was in sight, and I determined to be as quick as pos- 
    sible, but to my mortification it wouldn’t come. I suppose I 
    had put off too long. At last, after waiting what seemed to me 
    a tremendous time (although probably only a few seconds!), I 
    felt it beginning to come. For fear of detection I had refrained 
    from standing with my legs a little apart, and the result was 
    that a great deal went into my drawers and soaked them straight 
    off. Afterwards, the stream penetrated, and came with terrific 
    force on the pavement, and terrible were my feelings when I 
    saw it meandering from under my skirt and running down the 
    pavement instead of into the gutter. To help matters I placed 
    one foot in the road and was covered with confusion when I 
    saw three persons approaching. I remember shutting my eyes, 
    as though if I did not see them they would not see me! I was 
    rooted to the spot, I felt detection was certain if I moved, and 
    I was sure as they passed that they must have heard the sound, 
    and seen the stream. As soon as they had gone I moved on 
    and came to another turning. Here I found a house for sale, 
    and as the gate was open into the garden it immediately oc- 
    curred to me that I had by no means finished, and I hid near a 
    bush, whilst apparently engaged in surveying the house. I was 
    now on grass and felt fairly secure. I was standing up, and for 
    the first time realized that it was a nice sensation, and a delight 
    to do it like this. Several persons passed, but that rather added 
    to the charm, since I was secure. A first experience is not for- 
    gotten. After that, and finding that it was quite possible to 
    achieve this feat without much difficulty, I had other experi- 
    ences." 

    ...............................................................................................................

    ‘T remember, even as a child (five or six) that it gave me 
    a kind of shock when I did it standing. It seemed so horribly 
    audacious and bold. This idea was confused in my childish 
    mind with the other idea, — that I was doing something wrong, 
    — which was the case, since I did it right off without waiting 
    for usual preliminaries, thus wetting myself. But there was 
    always also a feeling at the back of my mind that it was wrong 
    in itself, just as crawling on all fours was wrong, although the 
    delight of children. Children confuse the conventional with 
    the right, just as grown-up persons often do. As I grew older 
    I could not overcome this idea. I remember at the age of fifteen 
    having occasion to do it standing one night in the dark out of 
    doors. I simply couldn’t wait any longer, but not seeing any- 
    one about I thought I might venture. I dared not squat down, 
    and felt sure it could not be done standing; I had faint recol- 
    lections of my childish exploits in that direction, but thought 
    vaguely that children were different. (No one had ever told 
    me of women doing it this way, nor had I ever seen it done.) 
    I wondered how the experiment would act, or if it would act at 
    all ! I remembered standing in the gutter and waiting, hoping no 
    one would pass. I was afraid they would guess my purpose, 
    especially as I was obliged to stand with my legs somewhat 
    apart for fear of splashing my clothes. I thought it would never 
    come, and when it did I shall never forget my abashed feelings. 
    I would have stopped it if I could, but when it once came it 
    would not cease. In my alarmed state of imagination it seemed 
    to make an appalling noise which I felt sure could not fail to 
    attract attention if anyone passed. Not only was I fearfully 
    afraid that the rustling sound would attract attention, but from 
    under my clothes there emerged a stream which ran rapidly 
    along the gutter, betraying me ! I splashed my stockings in my 
    haste, and tore away just in time as I saw a man coming along, 
    feeling very red and abashed, and wishing that I had found 
    some dark comer where I could have squatted successfully. In 
    trying to analyze my sensations I think the most prominent 
    lay in the shame that came from standing, and the consequently 
    greater distance the stream had to descend. It seemed to make 
    the affair important and conspicuous, even though clothing hid 
    it. In the ordinary attitude there is a kind of privacy. As a 
    small child, too, the stream had not far to go ; but at the age of 
    fifteen I was tall and it seemed to give one a glow of shame 
    to think of this stream falling unchecked such a distance. (I 
    am sure that the ladies who fled in horror from the urinette 
    thought it most indecent for a woman to stride across an earth- 
    enware boat on the ground, a leg on each side, and standing 
    there to pull up her clothes and do a stream which descended 
    unabashed all that way.) 

    Super hot!

     


  2. On 5/29/2020 at 10:43 PM, dirtyoldman said:

    I don't have links because I am not an Internet guy and I found these in books rather than online. For the Irish mythological sources, try "The Cattle Raid of Cooley" for goddesses who pee rivers, and "The Death of Derbforgaill" for the peeing contest. Most of these can easily be found in any number of free pdf downloads, as myth is out of copyright. Mozart's uncensored letters have been published in an academic two volume edition. Havelock Ellis' comment is in his essay "Undinism," also an easy pdf download from many sources. The other Ellis story posted by yellowet comes from a rather smarmy paperback about the sex lives of the rich and famous. I think it was written by the late Irving Wallace, but I'm not sure. For Sennett and Mabel, see "Mabel: Hollywood's First I Don't Care Girl," by Betty Fussell. The works of James Joyce can be downloaded for free anywhere; he is one of the world's most famous writers. The bobby soxer wettings come from a personal conversation with my mother, as noted, though I don't remember where I originally heard about it. The quote about Beatles concerts... Is there really anyone who has never heard that quote before?

    I think they were asking for these citations in APA 😉  Thanks for sharing!

     


  3. 5 hours ago, AverageHero said:

    Or perhaps, its a larger scene with more players involved 😮 From what I read of that excerpt, it seemed like there were two males, two females, and "Daddy" (though there seems to be some definite transgender vibes no matter how you look at it). Maybe its just a really progressive AI that wants poly-trans-incest porn? Lol

    I feel like you could use it as a base to expand it into something with more depth. Actually... this gives me an idea... standby...

    37 minutes ago, WetDave said:

    And we read in the news that AI is going to take all our jobs away. 

    After reading these I shan’t be losing any sleep over it. 

    Me neither 😉

    The role of Omo Queen will not be filled by a robot!


  4. 12 minutes ago, PrincessPeeach said:

    I had to try it. I knew I was playing with fire when I put the part about ‘daddy’ in, but what can I say.....I was feeling naughty 😏

    It started off pretty promising, but it kind of devolved into all kinds of weird....😂

    I had to pee soooooo fucking bad. Please daddy, help me hold it I begged, pressing his hand against my slick pussy

    and letting him feel the tension build up inside me as he began to rub gently on it. "You're getting hard right now honey," said Daddy with a smile "you know what you need more of in your sex life? A real big cock baby." We watched both boys slide their fingers into each other's hot wet pussies while they did this for about 10 minutes before we were done holding hands again. While watching them do that our mouths met very softly but eagerly sucking sounds from one another which continued till just after 2pm when Jessie was finally ready to cum all over her sister's creamy face. As she started spraying

     

    Hot! 🙂 I love how the AI struggles with keeping sex consistent. Or maybe it doesn't it's just totally gender fluid... but like I had one where I selected the words carefully to denote the gender of the two characters and it like added new characters and mixed everything up!

     


  5. 10 hours ago, canipee said:

    I Feel Myself is about the only "conventional porn" I really enjoy, because as you say, it is authentic.  And I really enjoy watching women get themselves off!  But it always an absolute treat to see an IFM vid that contains pee, so thanks for this 🙂

    Right? There are some other ethical porn companies out there that do some good stuff, but IFMS content is very authentic and fucking hot! And you know if there's a little squirt or a pee it's real and not some professional forcing herself to empty her bladder as she fakes and orgasm.


  6. Ok, so slightly click bait of a title. But today I decided to do a 24 hour diapered adventure. Ok, I started last night at 10:30 pm, but I've been in diapers since then. And no, it's not the same one, I've been changing regularly (full story soon). 

    So I've been wearing this Tykables since noon (about 8 hours), and I decided to put some fresh baby powder on, and rather than re-tape the whole thing, I just poured a bunch down the front. The second the powder hit my pussy lips they felt warm and then they felt very warm. The powder made them tingle and feel very warm. Not in a bad way though. 

     

    This isn't the first time this has happened but it's the first time I've thought about it - a girl gets reflective when she's been diapered all day apparently.

    So does anyone know about the chemistry of this? Why does pouring baby powder down a wet diaper make your genitals tingle and feel very hot? 


  7. 6 hours ago, JensH2 said:

    Congrats to almost 10,000 posts, Rachel! 🎇

    Since I've already bought peed-in panties from you on two occasions, I can tell they are absolutely worth the money and making business with you is done in a very professional way. To any omorashi afacionado in here: this is a great offer, you should really consider getting some panties from Rachel! 😄

    Also, the pictures are sexy as hell. I love the first one in the blue panties! You do post pictures of your wet clothes or pullups regularly, but seeing your stream "in the act of wetting" is rare, unfortunately. I hope you don't mind if I masturbate to it... like right now! ☺️

    Thanks so much for the positive review! I'm glad to have happy and kinky customers 🙂 

    And yeah, I don't take a lot of pictures of myself mostly because it's a huge hassle (setting up a tripod or conscripting a husband, doing lighting, feeling slim, etc.) wish I had time to do more 😉 But yeah my hubby took these and I love how you can see the stream! 

     

    It actually helps having a vanilla person be your photographer, because they have much steadier hands (and aren't touching their junk while shooting 😉 He was well-rewarded for his efforts. 🙂 

    56 minutes ago, leicesterfan said:

    What a wonderful couple of offers! I've just emailed you 😉

    Oh lovely! I'll check my emails! Thanks hun! I can't wait to wet some panties for you 🙂


  8. 5 minutes ago, SoggyShorts said:

     

    When it first opened up, there was a fairly sizeable group of my friends who were hammering it pretty hard, trying to think of things to feed it with.  I fed it some of the Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, and lo and behold!  It produced a chunk of output that read just like Douglas Adams' work.  One of the women in the group tried feeding it some erotica, and that's kind of where I went "Oh!  I gotta try that!" and promptly did just that.

    The software for it is open source, but it is also a hot mess.  I was able to make it run on a server I own, after a lot of tuning and tweaking, but it was nowhere near as fast as the online version.... we're talking several minutes to produce a result.  My server doesn't have much of a decent GPU and only four CPU cores because I designed it more for storage than horsepower.

     

    Oh cool! I wish I'd caught on to it then, I would definitely be that person feeding it erotica! And yeah, I expect these things to take time to process, there's a lot of data to process. Like if I fed it all 200,000+ words of content I've written for this site...


  9. On 7/6/2020 at 7:51 PM, PrincessPeeach said:

    I laughed so hard - those were priceless....

    It’s interesting to think about what words cued some of the direction some of them went in😳 definitely a surprise each time lolol

    I was thinking like the company uses the free sample program to determine how well the product works and they do reviews, and I want to see the face on the person reviewing my entries 🙂

     

    4 hours ago, SoggyShorts said:

    Yeah, that's the one.

    I didn't realize until just now that it wasn't available any longer, but I can plainly see why. 

    Yeah, they monetized it, but it did look pretty cool.


  10. 4 hours ago, SoggyShorts said:

    Interestingly enough, when the "Talk To Transformer" site appeared last year, I threw in a paragraph from a piece of omo fiction I'd written years ago and it took it in a slightly different direction, which has led me to want to completely rewrite the work.  It came up with a really good idea or two. 

    I don't think I would have an AI write the entire thing, but I think it's cool to let an AI give you ideas.

    Is that the one that was free but is now pay?


  11. And when I moved it back and forth to better distribute the pee…

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    It did very little.

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    The wetness indicator fully disappeared.

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    No gold stars for this girl…

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    And again, when I depressed the pullup gently, a flood of pee covered my floor in a delightful little puddle.

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    A delightful large puddle.

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    It was wet.

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    Very wet.

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    So whet that the outside got wet while I was bundling it up.

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    And I also squeezed more pee out over the toilet to avoid a leaky garbage.

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    Back to my desk with a can of bubbly water, I managed to work for another hour or so before I felt the need to pee again.

     This time it was not a good time to stop but I paused a conversation all the same, as I was starting to get uncomfortable.

     Something in the air has also been making me sneeze and holding a bladder too much could spell serious leaks should a sneeze occur. Plus, while I was peeing in pull-ups and diapers all day, I wasn’t wearing one, and my computer chair has had quite enough wet spots as is.

     This time I grabbed the last Thomas the Tank Engine pullup from the bin.

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    They are pretty cute, perfect for NUMTOTs that have accidents, or other people who love trains.

     Pullups (67).jpg

    And look, little train wetness indicators!

     Pullups (68).jpg

    A choo choo choose this diaper, tore the sides and unleashed a hissing torrent of pee into it, all the while holding it across my diaper area with both hands.

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    I peed for a good period of time and removed the pullup as soon as I felt I had stopped.

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    This resulted in a few dribbles on the floor, but also allowed me to capture this lovely shot of the sodden diaper before it had had the chance to absorb very much.

     Pullups (74).jpg

    As you can see, I got it very wet.

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    And once again, those little ridges emerged.

     Pullups (77).jpg

    Ok, apparently the trains weren’t wetness indicators, just cool design features.

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    These little pull-ups that could held quite a bit, and when I pushed down on them gently, only a little pee dribbled out.

     Pullups (80).jpg

    I bundled them up, and tossed them in the trash. 


  12. A Different Diaper Every Time!

     So I don’t know about you, but I love diapers. Now of course I have my favourites. I am definitely a Goodnite girl, and love everything about these lovely pull-ups, but I love all sorts of diapers. I just got an order of nice big cushy diapers from Rearz and Tykables and have been thoroughly enjoying these. And I always keep a pack of Molicare on hand.

     As a ‘certified’ ABDL with decent storage abilities (my hubby is very generous allocating closet space to my diaper storage needs), I tend to accumulate diaper, pad, and pullup odds and ends. In my students day this was a result of me sending away for every free diaper offer there was, and I still do this. I always get free and cheap samples when I put in an order with my diaper provider as well. I’ve also got experimental and bought random packs of diapers online, or in the store. Sometimes these diapers fit and work well and get used in regular circulation, but other times they are too small, don’t work well, or are just uncomfortable. As a result, I’ve got a box full of assorted absorbent things in the back of my closet.

    These sit there largely ignored, apart from my adding to the stash when a new acquisition fails to satisfy, but the other day I took them out and sorted through them. There were a lot of random things in there, and I thought I should probably put them to use or get rid of them. Getting rid of perfectly good diaper (despite their shortcomings) is absolutely unheard of in my book, so using them was the only option.  

    I left the box open and towards the front of my closet to inspire ideas (and confuse my husband) and went about my week. The other day I decided what I would do with them, I would wet them, of course, but I would do one of my classic day long wetting adventures. So here’s what I decided – I would go about my day, working from home, but every time I needed to use the potty, rather than using it like a big girl, I would instead use a different diaper or pullup each time. This was partly inspired by my recent fun with a pullup that was too small:

     

    And partly a little bit of light product testing. This was definitely not scientific because I went pee at random intervals, drank a slightly above average amount of liquid during the day, and peed when I was variably desperate (or not desperate), but it was tons of fun to just fool around with diapers and basically revoke my bathroom privileges for the day.

     Having decided on my course of action, I planned to do this the following day, as I wanted a full day of no potty. I also decided that I would only be going #1, and I would use the potty like a big girl on the occasions where a #2 was happening. I present to you half experience, half photo-essay, I’m going to break up the text with images and they will sometimes be a little before or after the text.

     My day began when the alarm rang at 7:30 am. One of the perks of working from home is that I don’t need to get up too early in order to commute in to work. I groggily woke up and was halfway in the middle of pulling down the white cotton panties I slept in to pee on the toilet when I remember my plan. I bore down and somehow averted a serious key-in-latch leak, and hurried into my bedroom to retrieve the first pullup.

    I was too groggy to be overly discerning, so I just grabbed the last Hello Kitty pullup from the top of my Misc Diaper Collection and took it into the bathroom.

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    Aren’t they cute?

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    There are even little bows on the gusset part.

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    I assumed these were wetness indicators but as you will see below, they are not.

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    I yanked down my slightly damp panties, undid the sides of the pullup (as these ones do not fit, sadly) and with one hand on each end of the diaper, held it between my legs.

    Pullups (5).jpg 

    I felt a little awkward holding a diaper in place and peeing standing in front of the toilet, but this soon passed as I enjoyed the warm feeling spreading across my diaper area, and the strong smell of my morning pee filling the air.

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    I don’t know about you but the smell of pee does things to my brain.

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    I peed hard.

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    I filled the pullup with a hiss, and could feel it getting heavier and heavier in my hands.

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    When I was done, I carefully lowered the pullup down from between my legs and could see a glistening puddle inside.

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    I had peed so quickly and so much that the absorbent core was not able to suck it all in quickly enough.

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    When I plonked the thing onto the ground a bunch of pee spilled out and mad a small puddle on the ground.

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    I rocked the diaper back and forth the better spread the pee to every corner.

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    Despite this, the diaper was still sodden.

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    You can see the strange ridges that pullup has introduced into their diapers, apparently to speed up absorption.

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    When rolled over, you can see just how much if absorbed.

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    And as soon as I did this it leaked all over the floor.

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    Spreading a delicious puddle everywhere.

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    I took some artsy pictures of the puddle because I love this kind of thing.

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    Anyone else into puddles and leaks like this?

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    After taking artsy pictures, I squeezed the diaper out into the toilet (as it was over full and I didn’t want it dripping into my garbage), mopped up my lovely puddle with toilet paper. Properly dried my girl parts with said toilet paper, and went into the bedroom to change into fresh panties and work clothes. Ok, a work top, I’m working from home so I was definitely still in PJs.

     

    I had breakfast which included a large mug of tea and went about doing makeup and that sort of thing around 8:15 am. By this time my hubby was also up and doing his morning thing. We mostly ignore each other in the morning.

    Right before my 8:30 am meeting, I put the kettle on for another mug of tea and left instructions with the hubby to bring it to me when it was ready, which he dutifully did. I asked for green tea because I know how quickly it goes through me, and my Misc Diaper Box is quite full.

    The meeting wrapped up promptly at 9 am and I went about my normal morning routine at work.

     At 9:15 am, I hopped up to relieve a semi-full bladder (maybe a 5) but I had more work to do and didn’t want to be distracted.

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    I pulled out one of these from my diaper box on my way to the toilet. It’s a semi-vintage Pampers(?) 6T diaper I got in a pack I found at Value Village. I’ve never seen a 6T diaper before, and don’t know if you can get them in Canada, so I was excited to try to see if they fit. They do not, and now I’ve got a big bag of them (if anyone wants one, I’ve be happy to pop one into your next panty order, my treat).

    Pullups (26).jpg

    As you can see, they have cute animals on them.

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    And a blue landing pad.

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    I dribbled into the pullup, but apparently my bladder was not as full as I thought.

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    Ok, I peed for like 30 seconds, but the diaper absorbed the pee so quickly that I felt like it could hold more. So I surreptitiously set it aside for a second pee. I wanted to work through a number of diapers, but not underutilize them.

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    I returned 30 minutes later to drain the rest of my big mug of green tea into the diaper.

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    Holding an already wet but now cool diaper up to my girl parts was invigorating and a little thrilling in a naughty way.

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    My second pee was not all that considerable either, but I was very impressed with this little diaper’s ability to hold basically a full Rachel bladder without incident or leaks.

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    As you can see, it is very full though.

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    Razor added for size contrast.

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    I bundled it up properly, and went about my morning.

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    At around 10:30 I paused the fun and games for a #2 in the toilet, which was accompanied by some pee. I also made myself another generous mug of tea and continued my morning.

     I was quite desperate (8) by the time noon rolled around, as I had been unable to get up and pee for the remainder of the morning. Before I went about making lunch, I nipped into my diaper box and retrieved a pair of these.

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    These are store brand ‘sleepovers’ or something similar, and they are terrible quality pull-ups. Honestly, I would never recommend these pull-ups to anyone who actually wanted to keep their bed dry. Getting these for your kid to ‘protect’ their bed during a sleepover is a double mistake as they are still a diaper (and not discreet) and they will almost certainly leak, so if they do happen to wet the bed, double embarrassment. I mean what’s the point of wearing a diaper if it isn’t going to at least keep your bed dry?

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    These ones do fit me, so I pulled off my PJs, shimmied out of my panties, and slipped them on.

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    Again, following the practice with the other diapers/pull-ups, I wet them standing, legs slightly apart.

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    As you can see, I got them good and wet.

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    And despite my keeping well-hydrated, I somehow still managed a nice dark pee.

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    Which you can even see through the thin cover of this pullup.

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    Oh and did I mention they suck?

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    Pressing down gently on the pullup released a decent-sized puddle onto my bathroom floor.

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    It was a lovely puddle, but again, these pull-ups suck.

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    I still have like half the pack at least, I never find time for wearing bad diapers anymore.

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    How my standards have changes.

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    All bundled up for the trash (which is going to be pretty heavy by the end of the day…).

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    I drank a fizzy water and juice with lunch and made it a short one. I was back at my desk at 12:45 and back to work.

     

    When 1:15ish rolled around, I took the opportunity to visit the washroom during a brief lull in work.

     This time I picked up a classic pullup, this one with a cute lady doctor on it (hurray for inspiring young girls to get into medicine and the sciences, and for portraying a person of colour).

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    These pull-ups have cute wetness indicators.

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    And cute images on the back as well.

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    I was pretty desperate and absolutely soaked these pull-ups.

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    Like there was a serious puddle in them!

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  13. Writing Sample 7 – Go Wild

     Ok, so let’s try something short and without much content, and then add to it gradually, giving the AI more to work with. So I started with this:

    I wet the bed again. It had been happening more and more often. I wasn't sure what I should do.

     

    Generated Text 1

     I wet the bed again. It had been happening more and more often. I wasn't sure what I should do.

     * * # * 'Don, don't hurt me!' She screamed when she saw him lying in front of her. He looked like he was dead or dying!

    Ok shit, that got dark very fast!

     

    Generated Text 2

     I wet the bed again. It had been happening more and more often. I wasn't sure what I should do. If she'd left it to me, maybe things would've improved but there were no answers on how to go about fixing everything that was wrong with my body.

    "No," a voice said from under the covers. "Don´t worry your little head is still bleeding." 🙂

    Ok, that one is not too bad actually, a little bit of sexy time, some bleeding…it even added an emoji!

     

     

    Writing Sample 8 – Go Wild

     Ok, so building on that one, I added additional content to the initial prompt:
    I wet the bed again. It had been happening more and more often. I wasn't sure what I should do. I was too old to be wetting the bed. A girl my age should not be waking up in wet sheets.

     

    Generated Text 1

    I wet the bed again. It had been happening more and more often. I wasn't sure what I should do. I was too old to be wetting the bed. A girl my age should not be waking up in wet sheets. The thing that bothered me most about this problem was how strange it sounded to call someone a "queen". She must have grown up somewhere like those Victorian towns, but there she remained almost completely clothed while being watched by others around her. If something happened - if somebody broke into her apartment from outside or caught some glimpse of where she'd lived all these years - would anyone find out? Probably none; at least nobody who knew anything…

    Fail.

     

    Generated Text 2

    I wet the bed again. It had been happening more and more often. I wasn't sure what I should do. I was too old to be wetting the bed. A girl my age should not be waking up in wet sheets.

    If only there were a way for me... on their journey, everyone would have come with him—no one can escape from her gaze!

    WTF?

     

    Writing Sample 9  – Go Wild

    I added even more to the initial prompt:

    I wet the bed again. It had been happening more and more often. I wasn't sure what I should do. I was too old to be wetting the bed. A girl my age should not be waking up in wet sheets. I knew I had to tell my mother, but I was too embarrassed.

     

    Generated Text 1

     I wet the bed again. It had been happening more and more often. I wasn't sure what I should do. I was too old to be wetting the bed. A girl my age should not be waking up in wet sheets. I knew I had to tell my mother, but I was too embarrassed. She came into our room after some time as she usually did when something bad happened between us. When she saw me lying down on her stomach with a small amount of moisture still dripping off from my forehead onto her dresser she took it very well. Not even licking or touching myself while trying so hard for modesty began that night. We went back upstairs where we left two towels wrapped around each other."

    —Emma's account, part 5 "She didn 't know how long they were there nor why (or if) one could actually have gotten away without any clothing being pulled over them just because he felt comfortable enough taking no chances…

     I’m not sure why it started inventing new characters, but ok. This one sort of works the best so far. I mean, I could clean it up and turn it into passable erotica.
     

    Generated Text 2

     I wet the bed again. It had been happening more and more often. I wasn't sure what I should do. I was too old to be wetting the bed. A girl my age should not be waking up in wet sheets. I knew I had to tell my mother, but I was too embarrassed.

    After all, every morning after school everyone would wake me for this exact reason. The girls who woke him couldn´t have their names hidden from Daddy or Mom because they usually got a shock when he found out about it. Even if his parents didn`T know any of that stuff already, mom did anyway (as she always wanted her little boy to see). They only learned something new while seeing us naked with each other without underwear on!

    Ok, this one is a fail, I mean, the computer should know that mornings don’t happen after school. Rookie mistake.

     

    Writing Sample 10  – Go Wild

    But I couldn’t resist trying one more time, with this addition to the prompt:

    I wet the bed again. It had been happening more and more often. I wasn't sure what I should do. I was too old to be wetting the bed. A girl my age should not be waking up in wet sheets. I knew I had to tell my mother, but I was too embarrassed. I just knew she would put me back into diapers.
     

    Generated Text 1

     I wet the bed again. It had been happening more and more often. I wasn't sure what I should do. I was too old to be wetting the bed. A girl my age should not be waking up in wet sheets. I knew I had to tell my mother, but I was too embarrassed. I just knew she would put me back into diapers.

    "Are you all right?" My mom asked after we made breakfast at home earlier that morning as well: "You're very sleepy." She smiled a bit when she looked over her son's face- there were bright spots on his cheekbones. The rest of his hair remained white except for some black streaks behind it and under his eyes. They stayed mostly still until dawn; those little drops faded away pretty quickly with each passing day. He'd slept through most classes since coming out here before he started kindergarten this year. With every sleepover or group activity Mom tried setting him straight about something - getting rid from their alcohol use ("We…

    Ok, it’s struggling with gender pronouns but all in all, not too bad.

     

    Generated Text 2

    I wet the bed again. It had been happening more and more often. I wasn't sure what I should do. I was too old to be wetting the bed. A girl my age should not be waking up in wet sheets. I knew I had to tell my mother, but I was too embarrassed. I just knew she would put me back into diapers. There were no alternatives for her. She took off from work without saying goodbye. My parents went out drinking with a bottle of milk that they bought at the grocery store on Friday night, so it really couldn`t have helped when their little son decided to drink all day long. By Thursday morning, he refused any water or anything else until his first period came along. He cried about this before school began. Every one of our teachers brought him some kind thing every couple days during lunch time as an excuse why everyone seemed worse than usual since Saturday's is due 2 hours early. We wanted nothing to did with kids now except pick them up whenever…

    This one reads like an actual story, though not sure where the milk comes in some issues with the grammar…

     

     

    Writing Sample 11  – Go Wild

     Ok, so maybe the AI is better at technical writing, rather than erotica or narrative. So I started with the following short prompt:

    Do women wet the bed? This article explores the reasons why adults may wet the bed.

     

    Generated Text 1

     

    Do women wet the bed? This article explores the reasons why adults may wet the bed. The human body is designed for sexual stimulation (sex). However, we have evolved to avoid physical pain in order not produce or provide emotional damage such as painful childbirth or chronic stress. We prefer a more natural experience and sex without injury does not hurt at all because it doesn't compromise our health: if you don' t dry yourself off before having sex, your skin feels different from yours when new; afterward, however – even though one's appearance was altered --one becomes quite attractive again!

     

    Generated Text 2

     

    Do women wet the bed? This article explores the reasons why adults may wet the bed. This link leads to a survey on this question by The World Health Organization and suggests that most people prefer not thinking about it, but rather choosing "to be dry", especially when in an active social environment. It is also interesting that older men appear less likely than younger ones—even though they are much more susceptible for sexually transmitted infections (STIs). Other studies have found there are higher rates of STDs among young boys; therefore if you need someone who will teach your kids self-control how to go from being unzipped into their underwear during sex, I strongly suggest going to college…

     Ok, this one was promising and could even clean up well into a blog post. I’m still keen to try but I’m going to keep working on this technical field.

     

     

    Writing Sample 12  – Go Wild

     Again, trying the more technical blog side of things, I used this prompt:

    Are you having wetting accidents during the day? This problem is more common than you think.

     

    Generated Text 1

     Are you having wetting accidents during the day? This problem is more common than you think. Sometimes, I hear of people who have lost a finger or thumb because they were throwing water from the rainwater tank up and over their heads to get rid out dirt at night.

     Massive fail AI… this is incoherent and just a little creepy.

     

    Generated Text 2

    Are you having wetting accidents during the day? This problem is more common than you think. The best remedy for a lack of rain, and particularly cloudy days or in hot weather, would be to bring plenty outside (like clothing that stays dry), let it air out slowly on your clothes so they don't cling to each other as well because those same stuff can fall into water if not handled correctly and keep them from soaking with no resistance whatsoever - especially after applying any sunscreen at all!

    Given the nasty mind of this AI, I thought it would never put up something so innocent. It thinks wetting means rain!  


  14.  I’ll add some of my own commentary in italics.

     

    Writing Sample 3 – Go Wild

    I woke up and the bed was wet. I had wet the bed. I couldn't believe this had happened.

     

     

    Generated Text 1

    I woke up and the bed was wet. I had wet the bed. I couldn't believe this had happened. But we were moving forward, all right. She said it wasn't so bad; she really didn t know what to do." "You're fine," he told her. He turned off the light in his bedroom. It hadn rained before today but that doesn"t mean anything anymore. How could you be okay? There must have been something wrong with my body...but then again if they would only allow me to see a doctor..." As always someone broke through their silence - finally saying yes!

     

     

    Generated Text 2

     I woke up and the bed was wet. I had wet the bed. I couldn't believe this had happened. It felt like it would take me a couple of hours to recover, but then again that's how bad my night went." Tiffany is still undergoing surgery after losing her leg due in part or in whole...

     

     

    Writing Sample 4 – Go Wild

    For this one, I tried to get a little more cryptic to see if the AI could extrapolate… from what I got, I don’t think this particular AI is into Omorashi, but it seems like it is in to other things…

     

    The meeting was going to long and I'd drunk far too much coffee. I slowly crossed my legs, feeling the soft material of my pantyhose brush against my inner thighs. It was going to be a long 15 minutes.

     

    Generated Text 1

    The meeting was going to long and I'd drunk far too much coffee. I slowly crossed my legs, feeling the soft material of my pantyhose brush against my inner thighs. It was going to be a long 15 minutes.

    "I've been waiting for you," He said when he took his drink from me and sat down on the couch next it, one foot firmly in front so that there would not have any resistance as we fell into an awkward silence. I moved quickly up beside him, laying myself flat upon the edge with every effort to make sure all four of us were balanced around each other like two feet planted together inside a tiny box. "And now if only your parents could understand how big they are." I made certain no further conversation had started without sounding excited or embarrassed by His remark about being 5'7". In fact, most of my..

     

    Generated Text 2

    The meeting was going to long and I'd drunk far too much coffee. I slowly crossed my legs, feeling the soft material of my pantyhose brush against my inner thighs. It was going to be a long 15 minutes. If this wasn't bad enough then it would have been 7 or 8 if they didn' t get caught with their pants around their ankles (which is where most people are) but now that you mention it: when he took off his trousers there were other women present watching on because obviously not all girls had sex in private so maybe she thought we weren...

    I watched as Mr Yousaf went through some motions during which time one of his hands reached under me for more anal juice while another held out something similar -- almost like her fist!

     

     Writing Sample 5 – Go Wild

    Ok, so lesson learned, you need to be more overt with the AI. So I tried the following:

    I wish I'd worn something different to the field trip, a skirt or dress perhaps. Instead, I wore tight, light-colored jeans I struggled into that morning. This wouldn't have been too big a problem, except I was desperate to pee. The tour was taking far longer than I had expected and the two cups of coffee I had drunk that morning were threatening to come out and flood my jeans.

     

     Generated Text 1

    I wish I'd worn something different to the field trip, a skirt or dress perhaps. Instead, I wore tight, light-colored jeans I struggled into that morning. This wouldn't have been too big a problem, except I was desperate to pee. The tour was taking far longer than I had expected and the two cups of coffee I had drunk that morning were threatening to come out and flood my jeans. My trousers started leaking sweat as well; they felt like jellies soaked in milk at this point.

    In midmorning I noticed one thing: our team hadnt left yet. A strange sense came over me – how lucky we were not so much dead from dehydration but already getting pretty cold? With three hours until breakfast, everyone seemed exhausted by now – including myself, who didn’t had really good posture with long legs? Yet despite all his efforts, though it looked terrible on him, everything still worked right after every session since moving downriver last year. All night he kept going back up another hill for more sessions while working…

     

    Generated Text 2

    I wish I'd worn something different to the field trip, a skirt or dress perhaps. Instead, I wore tight, light-colored jeans I struggled into that morning. This wouldn't have been too big a problem, except I was desperate to pee. The tour was taking far longer than I had expected and the two cups of coffee I had drunk that morning were threatening to come out and flood my jeans. Even so—even though it felt like an eternity before being finished with all those people who didn´t know what they wanted to see but liked me for how much fun we always did—"Oh shit," said Erin as she panted over her cup of water in frustration. "Are you going…to run around naked? Because then there would be no point." What followed next quickly became about thirty minutes long when at one moment Hannah could feel herself start shaking uncontrollably on the couch without anything covering her legs; yet another incident during our third day together came right after this experience: One thing led up other things, eventually creating more uncomfortable situations…

    Ok, so there might be some decent salvageable content in that last one…

     

    Writing Sample 6 – Go Wild

    "Honey?" My mother called me into her room. "I know you have been having accidents lately, and that's OK, wetting the bed is very common at your age." I blushed with embarrassment. "But I want you to wear these tonight, OK?" She asked, holding up what looked like a diaper.

     

    Generated Text 1

     "Honey?" My mother called me into her room. "I know you have been having accidents lately, and that's OK, wetting the bed is very common at your age." I blushed with embarrassment. "But I want you to wear these tonight, OK?" She asked, holding up what looked like a diaper.

    So we took my panties off so she could see them (and not make fun of me). It was perfect!

    Ok, that got kinky fast!

     

    Generated Text 2

    "Honey?" My mother called me into her room. "I know you have been having accidents lately, and that's OK, wetting the bed is very common at your age." I blushed with embarrassment. "But I want you to wear these tonight, OK?" She asked, holding up what looked like a diaper.

    What followed was as shocking an experience for both of us not to use any other materials or products than those we had on hand before this particular incident (a toy store) occurred. It took almost two hours after she finished my clothes from our previous trip in order do it all without breaking them - even though they were so big because no one would take care if there ever happened to be small ones left over afterwards

     This one has some promising content actually…

    I wanted to see what would happen if I generated more text using the same prompt, so here are generated texts 3 and 4 from this same one:

     

    Generated Text 3

     "Honey?" My mother called me into her room. "I know you have been having accidents lately, and that's OK, wetting the bed is very common at your age." I blushed with embarrassment. "But I want you to wear these tonight, OK?" She asked, holding up what looked like a diaper. When she saw it was too short for my long titties in comparison, mom pushed further down on them until they were all wrapped around me. We had never worn diapers before or since; however we knew how much less comfortable this would be than actually wearing our own pajamas but couldn't believe Mom didn’t?

    We took off immediately after Mama started touching us while lying back so daddy could use his hands instead of pushing against us as he usually did when sleeping during pregnancy (more about him later). As soon mum finished removing panties from under her son's clothing, Dad came rushing over: no doubt excited because something important just happened…

    Ok, wow, that took another wild lurch into the kinky.

     

    Generated Text 4

    "Honey?" My mother called me into her room. "I know you have been having accidents lately, and that's OK, wetting the bed is very common at your age." I blushed with embarrassment. "But I want you to wear these tonight, OK?" She asked, holding up what looked like a diaper. And then she went ahead for us.

    She sat in front of my lap wearing nothing but jeans and underwear; not much more than just panties from today, except maybe one small little pink tube around the nipple area on the side right above the knuckle. Then there was some sort willy-nilly fabric over it so no child could see how they were placed inside their diapers. As far as we knew this baby had never shown any signs about growing outside his shell or being exposed through food additives (that he did get used during hospitalization), even though when our nurse checked him all day long every hour until after lunchtime before…

    Ok, so this one is getting a little too strange, I'm going to try a different text prompt.
     


  15. Using AI Software to Write Omorashi Stories

     I saw an article about the quality of AI software these days and thought I’d test it out to see how well it might write an omorashi-based story. Here goes!

    Zyro Content Generator

    https://zyro.com/ai/content-generator

    This site is more about generating content for blogs, so the content was short and not very story driven. Also, some of the samples I read suggested to me that there are a ton of blogs out there written this way… so much random shit on the internet…

     

    Writing Sample – In Health and Wellness Category – ‘Go Wild’ Option
     

    I was desperate to pee. I had been waiting in the doctors office for the ultrasound for over 45 minutes and I had yet to be called. They make you arrive at the appointment with a full bladder and I had followed the instructions to the letter. A visit to the bathroom was now well overdue and I was beginning to get very worried. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and hoped that I would be called soon. Why had I worn light colored jeans today?

    Generated Text - 1

    I was desperate to pee. I had been waiting in the doctors office for the ultrasound for over 45 minutes and I had yet to be called. They make you arrive at the appointment with a full bladder and I had followed the instructions to the letter. A visit to the bathroom was now well overdue and I was beginning to get very worried. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and hoped that I would be called soon. Why had I worn light colored jeans today? The doctor looked right into mine and said, "Yes we are going out tonight." At this moment I felt like she wanted me to go outside so bad but instead she asked if he'd bring back his clothes before it started raining. He took her order of what they have on sale; $40 worth (they sell them all day). She threw up when she got home only one hour later than normal because again nothing special happened!

     

    Generated Text - 2

    I was desperate to pee. I had been waiting in the doctors office for the ultrasound for over 45 minutes and I had yet to be called. They make you arrive at the appointment with a full bladder and I had followed the instructions to the letter. A visit to the bathroom was now well overdue and I was beginning to get very worried. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and hoped that I would be called soon. Why had I worn light colored jeans today? It seems like an awkward look on someone who should have blue denim pants (maybe if they were thicker, it might help hide some of their girth). As our bell rang out: "You're not going to urinate?" We replied yes but we didn't want to hold up any more deliveries or wait around much longer before receiving them. The doctor said he'd see what needed fixing next day so his daughter took her leave early after she made lunch. By 8am we left again hoping none came back late without us; only one did.

     

    Writing Sample 2 – In Travel Category – ‘Go Wild’ Option

    I needed to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I had tried crossing my legs, wiggling my foot, and even, much to my embarrassment, holding myself. Nothing seemed to work and I was minutes away from wetting my panties.

     

    Generated Text -1

     I needed to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I had tried crossing my legs, wiggling my foot, and even, much to my embarrassment, holding myself. Nothing seemed to work and I was minutes away from wetting my panties. My eyes opened slowly at the same moment that a voice started whispering in our ears.

    "Ohhh fuck!

     

    Generated Text - 2

    I needed to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I had tried crossing my legs, wiggling my foot, and even, much to my embarrassment, holding myself. Nothing seemed to work and I was minutes away from wetting my panties.

    "So…you're not happy?" Mary asked me as she pulled up her t-shirt slightly revealing the beautiful bulge underneath. "You never want this."

     (She knew what we were talking about.)

    🙂 What a horrible way for us both

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    Next up I tried to find another program and ran into a bunch of spam, paid products, and programs to help you write (but not to write for you). So much spam, and infinite spam loops. Like looking for porn online in the late 90s. I couldn’t find another and wanted to have more fun writing. So I just messed around with Zyro, here are some more results.

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