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    rachelkirwan reacted to Kyuu for a blog entry, A public safety announcement regarding Omorashi servers on Discord   
    A public safety announcement regarding Omorashi servers on Discord‚ĄĘ
    Hello everyone!
    This is not something we normally ever do as we dislike being involved in any community drama, but recently we have noticed some disturbing facts regarding some larger Omorashi/Pee fetish themed servers on Discord that we believe others in the community deserve to be made aware of as well.
    A few weeks ago, a specific server hit our radar when reports came in of a member of posting that they were planning to try and attack the OmoOrg Discord.

    While we promptly intervened in this matter and nothing ultimately came of this threat, it did bring our attention to the servers other activities.
    Over time, we also became aware that they were spreading some rather.. odd conspiracy theories regarding the state of OmoOrg, mentioning things such as "the OmoOrg admin planning to take legal action against the OmoOrg Discord".
    https://www.omorashi.org/profile/1-maki/?status=24378&type=status
    Considering I am both the admin of the forums and the Discord, I think it's safe to say there's no chance I am taking legal action against myself for anything. Please be careful that you do not fall for random unsubstantiated rumors like this. If you have any concerns regarding OmoOrg, we are here to help, just reach out to us. We are happy to help clarify any misunderstandings like this.
     
    Shortly after this, more members of our community came forward with reports of some other concerning actions members of this server have engaged in. Most notably, some of the high ranking members of this server managed to perform a hostile takeover of another Omorashi themed Discord server. It's also worth nothing that this Discord which they took over has openly advertised allowing minors ages 14 and up to join on Discord server directories,





    Though the administration of Pisscord denies having any involvement in this, the owner of the server seems to have joined this server shortly after the takeover and banning of its original owner. Shortly after this, the owner of this server promoted the member that performed this takeover to moderator status on their own server.
    So now the administration of this server is knowingly involved with the takeover of a server that is a potential breeding ground for groomers by allowing underage minors into a kink space that should be strictly 18+. 
     
    In an attempt to allow the administrator of the Pisscord server to defend themselves and make sure they were aware of all of this, we reached out to them for comment and were shortly after banned.




     
    We only bring this to your attention as one of these servers boasts a relatively high member count on public directories, and we want to ensure you are careful and informed before you decide to join servers like this.
    I want to be very clear that this post is in no way advocating you to join these servers just to troll or anything else. If we find out / get reports that members of our servers have been engaging in attacks against other servers, regardless of the reason, we will ban your account. Threats or targeted harassment are never acceptable, regardless of the reason or motivation.
    Just please be careful getting involved with servers that could be potentially harboring minors.
    Be safe out there, and have fun!
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    rachelkirwan reacted to footedsleeper for a blog entry, The strict school nurse supervises a long field trip.   
    As one of 600 pupils at Middleville Elementary School, I was proud that some from our school had been chosen to appear on Quiz Show, and prouder that I was one of them. I was the only boy; the other three were girls. Our pictures had appeared in the local Middleville newspaper. The caption identified us: Amanda, Jimmy, Pam, and Sarah. The episode of Quiz Show in which we were to appear was to be broadcast from the campus of Prestigious University in Comebridge, Massachusetts. We had flown 1500 miles for the occasion, and on Friday we arrived at the small dormitory where we would stay. The show was not to be recorded until Tuesday, and we would have some time for sightseeing until then, but we also had to drill on questions we could be quizzed on.
     
    Miss Perkins was the school nurse who sometimes also taught social studies. She had traveled with us to Comebridge and we were under her supervision until we arrived on Tuesday at the auditorium where the show would be recorded. Miss Perkins was about 35 years old and quite athletic. Although she allowed us to have fun, she was very strict about some things. As the school nurse, she had to deal with several incidents each year in which a kid wet his or her pants, and she had the most absolute zero-tolerance policy imaginable: she always made the kid attend class for six weeks wearing a really thick cloth diaper under transparent waterproof rubber pants and nothing else, and her victim was always forbidden to use the plumbing facilities until the six week sentence was up. Even worse, all three classrooms in the same grade as the pants wetter assembled in the gym, and the victim was made to appear before them in a wet diaper while Miss Perkins lectured about how they should know better than to do this. Some kids thought it was unreasonable to think that they might be in danger of such an accident, but others were scared.
     
    I had never wet my pants in school since one time in second grade, before Miss Perkins had arrived. For some reason I hadn't used the plumbing facilities that day. All afternoon I was desperate to pee and terrified of everyone's reaction if I should wet my pants, and then while doing an arithmetic problem at the blackboard, I lost control in front of everyone. For the longest time I stood there peeing. I was not punished, as I would have been if Miss Perkins had been our school nurse then. I wore dry sweat pants during that last hour of the school day. In fourth grade I was shocked when we were assembled in the gym and told that Shirley Smith, from one of the other fourth-grade classrooms, had wet her pants, and then she was brought before us in a diaper. For the next six weeks we saw her walking through the hallways dressed that way, and we knew that those in the class that met across the hall from us saw her sitting at her desk dressed like that. That was only the first of three such incidents that year -- two third graders, a boy and a girl, were the victims. Fifth-graders don't do such things, so I had been shocked the first week in fifth grade when I had seen a girl in our own class wet her pants. Then we were the ones who saw our classmate sitting there every day in nothing but her diaper every day.
     
    I was in no such danger. However, at home, I wet the bed about once a month. I had a secret no one but me knew, not even my parents, and that was that I did it on purpose. For fun. I knew if I did it more often they would make me wear diapers, so I kept it down to once a month.
     
    Our dorm, which had six bedrooms, was actually a house that, a hundred years earlier, had been the servants' quarters on the grounds of the home of the fabulously wealthy Andrew Vanderfeller. Miss Perkins had what seemed to me like the very opulent master bedroom, and our own rooms were more luxurious than what upper middle-class kids usually saw. After a cruise on the river that afternooon, we enjoyed our dinner, and then spent two hours drilling on material we might be asked about on Quiz Show. We were to be in bed by 9:30 PM.
     
    At 9:15 when we were all in pajamas, Miss Perkins, who had been quite cheerful all day, enjoying sight-seeing, gathered us together. She said "Any bedwetters among you must wear diapers to bed." What??? Fifth-graders?? "Amanda, are you a bedwetter?"
     
    "Of course not!!" said Amanda incredulously.
     
    "Jimmy, are you a bedwetter?"
     
    "No," I replied. I obviously didn't plan any recreational bedwetting here. Sometimes I wondered if there were other people in the world besides me who enjoyed wetting the bed. As far as I knew, I was the only one, and I had never told anyone.
     
    "Pam, are you a bedwetter?"
     
    Suddenly Pam's face turned the most amazingly dark red color. I'd never have guessed anyone could blush so intensely! She looked down at the floor and didn't answer.
     
    "I asked you a question!!" said Miss Perkins angrily.
     
    "...... yes..." Pam finally whispered.
     
    "Take your pajamas off and lie down here on the carpet!" ordered Miss Perkins, and I saw that she was holding a large thick cloth diaper. She couldn't have pulled that out any pockets on the skin-tight trousers on her fat-free body. Where had it come from?
     
    Amanda backed away a couple of steps. Suddenly the athletic Miss Perkins grabbed Pam and pinned her down. She ordered us to assist in restraining Pam while she diapered her. Pam screamed "No!!", but she couldn't overpower Miss Perkins, and we were afraid to disobey the strict school nurse when she was in this kind of mood. Within minutes, Pam was standing there wearing a surprisingly thick cloth diaper held against her by stretchable transparent waterproof pants.
     
    "Sarah, are you a bedwetter?"
     
    "No, ma'am!", said Sarah.
     
    We retired to our separate bedrooms. I was a bit shaken by the incident. Even from Miss Perkins I hadn't expected such a thing. But I was tired after a long day, and went to sleep.
     
    When I slept at home, if I woke up in the dark and needed to pee, I thought about the calendar, and asked myself if enough weeks had passed since last time. Let's see, its April 24th..... last time was March 15th! Hooray! Wearing pajamas, flat on my back, I let it go. Why did I have the exquisite feelings that never happened when I was just peeing in a urinal? When I first let go, before the pee started flowing, I felt scared and brave, pushing myself beyond my fears. Then I could feel it approaching the end of my dick. Then warm fluid was flowing onto my belly. I grew into a pool on top of my, soaking my pajamas. Then I felt it flowing down the sides of my upper legs, then down my crotch, and I kept on peeing. Then it's pooling under my butt, and I kept on peeing. I'm soaked and the bed is soaked and I keep on peeing. Glorious! I wish I could just do this every night and have it be my secret! When I'm done, I usually go back to sleep fast. While drifting off to sleep, I remember that our appearance on Quiz Show is in the near future. All the drilling with flashcards we've doing.....
     
    Wait!!!! I'm not at home!! I just wet the bed in the luxurious Vanderfeller Estate! Probably no one's ever wet the bed in this Historic Building before! It will be a national scandal. My name will be on the network news: the boy who defiled the National Monument that is the Historic Vanderfeller Estate! What will I do?? I have to run away before morning! I'll have to go to an orphanage and tell them my parents died and give them a fake name!
     
    I was in panic for an hour, thinking through possibilities. Finally I realized that Room Service would attend to it and Miss Perkins might not find out if I cover it up.
     
    At some point I went back to sleep.
     
    In the morning someone was shaking my shoulder, then I noticed bright sunlight coming in the window, then saw that Miss Perkins was waking me up. She told me I'd slept later than she thought I would. "Time for breakfast!" she said cheerfully.
     
    Then she pulled the covers off me. Then she stared. And gasped. And shouted "Girls, come here at once!!" Amanda, Pam, and Sarah came in. Pam was wearing a wet diaper under transparent stretchable waterproof pants. They all saw that I had wet the bed. Miss Perkins made me take off my pajamas then and there. She had me walk to the next room naked while my classmates followed. I suddenly found out how strong the athletic Miss Perkins was as, before I knew what was happening, she had me over her knee and was delivering stinging blows to my bottom.
     
    Minutes later I stood there naked and she told Pam to go to the bathroom and change into her normal clothes.
     
    "Jimmy will wear a diaper in public all day today!" Miss Perkins announced. I hadn't warm a diaper since I was two years old. I knew it was impossible to escape Miss Perkins. I meekly obeyed as she diapered me. Then I was dressed the way Pam had been. At that point the girls had gone downstairs for breakfast, and Miss Perkins told me to join them. She turned away from me and bent down to close the luggage in which she store diapers and plastic pants. As she bent down, the back of her underwear became clearly visible, and I was astonished to see that she was wearing a wet cloth diaper and clear plastic pants.
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    rachelkirwan reacted to footedsleeper for a blog entry, Chapter 1: Saffron Cymbal   
    The beautiful city of Saffron Cymbal on the coast of the state of Cauliflower sits next to the Saffron Cymbal Gulf, which is connected by a strait to the vast Tranquilic Ocean. The famous and picturesque Platinum Portal Bridge crosses the strait. Stories abound about weird people who flock to that city and follow incomprehensible lifestyles. Some of them walk naked along crowded public sidewalks and go to restaurants, churches, theatrical performances, and public lectures by distinguished scholars completely naked, or perhaps wearing only a necklace. An even weirder group is those who wear and wet diapers just because they enjoy it. They can be seen in some neighborhoods, preferring each others' company to that of normal people, although some of them get a thrill out of walking busy downtown streets clad in only a wet diaper, taking pleasure in the fact that most normal people now accept their equal right to go about their business in public. These "diaper lovers", as they are called, insist on being accorded the same rights as everyone else, and in recent years have even begun to say that adults who wear diapers should be allowed to marry!
    But urbane people like me know that one must not judge the beautiful city of Saffron Cymbal by the fact that such weirdos congregate there. Many of the most influential people in the arts, in the sciences, and in business also live and work there. Once or twice in the past few decades I've visited that beautiful city and enjoyed its tourist attractions and restaurants. On those occasions I occasionally passed through neighborhoods where nudists and diaper lovers could be seen in public, and of course one remarks upon having seen such persons when one reminisces about visiting that city, but that's certainly not the essence of what a visit to Saffron Cymbal is about.
    Now I am going to fly there to attend a convention at which my fellow scientists and I will present the our latest research findings to our colleagues. At one session I will speak on my findings concerning the nature of the wine molecule, and I will attend sessions where I will hear about how Dark Material, recently observed in the depths of the oceans of the Jovian moon Europa, contributed to the origins of life, and on many other fascinating topics.
    Everyone knows how diaper lovers in Saffron Cymbal recruit people into their lifestyle. First they find someone who's desperate to pee and in danger of wetting themselves in public. Somehow they're very skilled at locating such people. They take advantage of their weakened condition to abduct them to their dungeons. Their squirming victims can't resist as they get stripped naked and forced into diapers. They are then put into restraints to prevent them from moving, other than the inevitable desperate squirming. Who can imagine what it must be like to be in such a situation? Obviously if the lose control and wet themselves, they will have no dignity left and will never be able to return to their lives. They must live for the rest of their lives as the slave of their abductor, wearing and wetting diapers and wetting their beds, and being taken out in public where their status and their wetness will be seen by all. While in their final squirming, they all know that no one has ever been known to escape once in such a position, although every one of them, understandably, attempts to do so. What must they be feeling, knowing that they're doomed but needing to try to free themselves?
    Obviously I am in no danger of becoming one of those abductees. I don't go into those neighborhoods. Maybe I pass through on the bus from my hotel room to the convention center, and I see the phenomenon that is that odd culture, and wonder why it exists. I don't skip using the plumbing facilities until I am suffering embarrassing desperation. I have other things to busy myself with, so why do such people intrude themselves into my field of view?
    One morning at the convention the discussions after the lecture get exceptionally intense, and various points of view are put forth that had never even occurred to me, concerning the
    subtle and perplexing scientific questions that were the topic of the presentation. Among the refreshments freely available to those in attendance is diet Pepsi, and in the course of the several hours of discussion (no one ever thought it would go beyond ten minutes), I drink nine cans of that beverage. Professor Kilwan of M.I.T. is maintaining adamantly that the geometry of the red wine molecule is just what it had to be in order for life to appear in the universe in the first place. It is strange that anyone would think such a thing, let alone someone acknowledged by all to be such a brilliant scientist, and she is doing so by means of clever ideas the like of which I had never heard. I'm gasping for my mental breath trying to keep up with what she is saying. Who would have though that this would continue even into the late afternoon?
    Finally, I am mentally exhausted. I excuse myself and stand up. I am startled when I feel a spurt of pee come out of me and flow down both legs, and I get even feel one of my socks getting wet. But still just a spurt. Looking down at my crotch as I walk into the hallway, I see that nothing is visible. I quickly walk toward the men's room. I get there and press the door open. I head toward the inner door a few feet away. It's locked! Then I notice that the other person standing there is a woman! What's she doing here? And she's dressed like some sort of weirdo such as would be seen only in Saffron Cymbal. And very very good-looking. But right now I can't think about that; I have to find the facilities and relieve myself. I reach for the handle to the outer door back into the hallway. But it's locked too! I look at the woman. "Hiiii!!!" she says, in a cooing seductive voice. I have no patience for that now; I have _urgent_ needs. Before I realize it she's put handcuffs on me. What???? Then she and another similar-looking woman are virtually dragging me into an elevator. Then we're heading to the sub-basement. "What do you think you're doing!!!" I demand. The second woman says in the calmest voice, as if she had not a care in the world, "Don't worry. We're taking you to our dungeon. You'll feel much better in a few minutes." Then I notice that both of them have diapers protruding above their waist bands. I look and see that their hips and bottoms look as if something thick is under their pants. I realize I'm getting abducted by diaper lovers trying to recruit me.
    [to be continued, maybe??]
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