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    f3l1x4r reacted to Turd Flu in The Next Pandemic   
    hi all, first story here. Got this idea and couldn't stop planning it out - hoping to be able to write more over the holidays. things will really pick up in part 2, this first bit is mainly scene-setting. feedback always welcomed! 
     
    The Next Pandemic (AKA Turd Flu):
     
    Prologue
    8th November 2024
    Charlotte Observer: Local residents were frustrated yesterday afternoon by reports of a major power outage that ripped through North Carolina. Reports started coming in fast to this paper from about 5:30pm – but only those sent via methods accessible on mobile phones got through as we too had no power supply. Power was restored – to us and to the overwhelming majority of residents and businesses just 25 minutes later, but the widespread nature of the outage has many concerned. A spokesman for Duke Energy apologised for any inconvenience to their customers, but insisted it had been a freak infrastructure-related failure and did not anticipate any repeat.
     
    Chapter 1
    14th November 2024
    COVID-19 had certainly changed the world. A crazy first 18 months had seen the world’s economy hamstrung by the virus; people’s routines left in ruins. So many businesses didn’t make it through, so many countries would feel the healthcare and economic consequences for years – maybe decades – to come.  A silver lining, if there was one, was that many governments the world over were forced to confront their own organisational failings and were now much more vigilant of the potential threat of the next pandemic.
    Dr Robert C Wright’s office, Raleigh
    Dr Wright was tired. The experienced Primary Care Physician had had one of his busiest days this calendar year, on top of the usual (not inconsiderable) workload a procession of local residents presenting with mild to moderate flu-like symptoms had swept him off his feet. He’d not seen anything particularly concerning in the patients, but the number of sudden cases suggested he might have a busy few weeks to come as well. Most of his appointments had been elderly people, or those with other significant health conditions. This wasn’t unusual, North Carolina was an at-will employment state so most full-time workers had to be very cautious in picking and choosing when to phone in sick. For many, flu was firmly in the category of ‘not worth risking your job over’. His caution was less because of anything in this flu strain itself, but how widespread it may be – people going to work with it would hardly slow the spread.   Purely as a routine courtesy, he drafted an email to the relevant department at Duke University Hospital, the state’s largest, with details on appointments and symptoms – as part of increased measures to track any potential new epidemic.
     
    Monday, 18th November:
    USA Today, print and online:
    Officials moved today to tackle growing concern about a new strain of flu spreading at what some are calling an ‘unprecedented’ rate. Amid fears of new global pandemic, experts from Duke University Hospital, in the state where cases were first reported, stress that only two people have been hospitalised with respiratory issues – a low amount for any winter flu strain among an aging population, and incredibly low for one spreading this fast. Their advice to Americans who think they may have caught this are simply to rest up as best they can and treat it like a bad cold.  Top consultant Donald Stephens added that there are preliminary reports of unusual secondary symptoms but these were still being investigated, and ran no risk of causing critical illness. “Every winter man triumphs over new pandemics”, he finished – but as reports already start to trickle in from transport hubs like Atlanta and tourist destinations as far apart as New York, London, and Beijing, millions – maybe billions – will be keeping a cautious eye on the news.
    Monday, 18th November:
    Medhurst Insurance UK, Admin & Invoices team (third floor):
    “I can’t fucking believe they’ve dragged us in four days a week. An extra 90 minutes of daily commute and I don’t get any more work done than I do at home”
    Darren was raging. Gary didn’t disagree with anything he was saying, so he interjected with the odd nod and ‘yeah’, but he knew Darren was really mad because he got to spend less time with his fiancée in their precious new build. After a long time exclusively home working during and after COVID they’d been on 2 days a week for a few months – it was a decent balance allowing them to catch up with friends and work collaboratively but still get the benefits of home working, especially the better work-life balance.
    “they harp on about this new fancy coffee machine they’ve installed but every time I use it it’s time away from my desk where at home, Emma would make one for me. So over the day I’m LESS productive. Insane”
    Gary looked across at the dynamic duo – Jen and Anna – and it looked like their own conversation was mirroring his and Darren’s. Plenty of grumbling, with Anna the most animated of the four of them. He knew what – or who – was behind this. Probably they all did. He was looking forward to properly catching up with Jen at lunch though, she was just back from a solo holiday and he wanted the full rundown, but honestly chatting to her was always a daily highlight.
    The fifth and final member of their little team, Maeve, seemed to be the only person not too bothered. But then, if anything did bother her, would she let on? She was a total mystery to all of them, maybe the ultimate wallflower. From her long, unstyled hair, total lack of makeup, and in particular her almost cartoonishly frumpy clothes (baggy, shapeless, almost always one layer more than must be comfortable) she seemed to be trying to blend into the walls wherever she went. She was polite to her colleagues and very able when collaboration was called for, but none of them had had any success whatsoever in getting her to open up at all, and she showed a near-total disinterest in anyone else’s chat about their lives.
    But coming out of the meeting room with the other line managers for the teams on this floor was the person they were rarely happy to see. Karen, the team manager, believed in strict hierarchies. She was obsessed with productivity and squeezing every percentage point she could out of her team members, and did not like some of the push back she got on occasion.  Karen wondered why they couldn’t all be like Maeve. Not personally, Karen sneered to herself, she takes no pride in her appearance. That and her shyness meant she’d never advance. But she worked diligently and never complained like Darren or Gary or worst of all, that awful Anna. The youngest member of the team, she’d actually been there the longest excepting Karen, but she seemed to think this made her special. Yes, she does excellent work, but she couldn’t help but tell Karen where she thought she was going wrong. Worse, the team liked her better and tended to side with her. Still, this wouldn’t be a problem much longer. She’d managed to get Anna two written warnings after particularly heated stand-up rows: one over monitoring software she wanted them all to be subject to, one over toilet breaks – Anna’s were the most excessive. She now had two choices – learn who was in charge, or lose her job.
    Browsing the news websites between cases Gary noticed a troubling report on BBC – similar to the USA Today one, this was spreading everywhere fast. Talking about it with Darren and Jen they all hit the expected jokes about the start of horror movies, COVID-20 and the rest of it, but really none of them fancied yet another wave of flu ripping through their office or their city. At least it would likely reach them soon and not a month’s time, nobody wants to be sick for Christmas
     
    Monday, 18th November, 6:30pm:
    Duke University Hospital, Conference Suite 3
    “..and so I wanted to thank you for coming along during such a busy time. All of you doctors in the room today have been diligent in sending along your data on this flu’s symptoms and prevalence, and you’ve made our jobs slightly easier in turn”
    Donald Stephens wasn’t the most lively of public speakers but Dr Wright was listening intently, and it appeared that most of his peers in the room were doing the same. He had his suspicions as to why they were here, but wanted to hear it first-hand.
    “and we’ve seen certain symptoms seem to be reported with a very high frequency, usually just as the main flu symptoms are starting to die down. But this is particularly hard to track. We believe this is so infectious that most of the state have it now, so we’ll have a much clearer picture in as few as two days. Everything we’re finding is going to our peers across the nation and to the highest level. The VERY highest level. In the meantime, Dr Robert Wright – you were the first to send me these concerns, would you like to tell the room what you’ve been observing?”
    Robert rose to speak “thank you Dr Stephens. Yes, what I’ve been noticing frequently today in particular is a large number of patients who are between 3 or 5 days into their bout of flu report difficulties controlling their bladders. It seems to start as a weakening of control - only having a short time to get to the restroom - and quickly degenerates to a full bladder release with no more than a couple of seconds warning. Additionally, one or two have reported by phone that they have bowel issues also. In all cases this seems to be starting up as or just after the traditional flu symptoms are dying down. While, as we’ve discussed, many visiting me are elderly or infirm, I’m actually seeing a very high percentage of the younger adults who have been to me about this flu reporting the same – I guess it’s more unexpected for them? “Looking around, Robert noticed many of his colleagues nodding grimly. This chilled him to the bone, and made up his mind to say the next bit he wanted to, despite it exceeding what the vastly senior Dr Stephens had asked him.  “My concern here is that if these timescales are broadly accurate, we’ll be absolutely inundated with similar complaints – we could have anything from 25-90% of the population rendered temporarily incontinent. I’ve already started ringing around patients who have not revisited this with me to check if they’d had any of these embarrassing symptoms and over a third said yes – which is nearly 2/3 of the early patients. I also believe we should contact local pharmacies because far more of the population will be impacted than are in touch with us”
    “Agreed, thanks for sharing. It looks from the room like most agree with you. I’ll send everyone present right now a list of local pharmacies to you and I’d like you to report to me about sales and supplies of incontinence products. Before you go – in case anyone here is unconvinced by the level of urgency here…. Robert, you had already compiled a list of your local pharmacies and supermarkets – can you call the first three on the list while we’re all here?”
    He dialled the first one, a CVS branch. They’d sold out entirely of all adult diapers, pull-ups, bed pads etc as well as reporting increased sales of diarrhoea medication. They hadn’t been keeping any actual tally of demographics but the stressed sounding clerk said “this is hitting everyone… men, women, old, young. Some of our regular customers couldn’t buy their usual product”. He highlighted that the store manager had spent two hours – extending well past his shift – on the phone to head office trying to stress the urgency of sending increased levels of stock their way.
    Next he tried a popular independent pharmacy. They reported much the same. In this case the head pharmacist had been much more pro-active and ordered increased stock on priority before mid-day. However later on, trying to increase his order again having seen how many distressed people were attending, he found many suppliers were essentially sold out – he suspected the big chains were now getting in on this.
    Finally he called the largest Walmart Supercenter in town. They’d coped slightly better, an assistant manager confirmed. But only because sales of incontinence products had been slow all season until yesterday. They had plenty of stock out back as well as what had been on the shelves. However these reserves were shrinking faster than he’d ever seen anything move outside of Black Friday back in the day. Not realising he was on speakerphone with many of the most prominent physicians in the state, the duty manager went on to describe chaotic scenes. It had annoyed him a few years ago when there were a spate of stories and rumours about Walmart customers just going to the toilet right in the aisle, it had damaged their reputation. This assistant manager confirmed that they only have a small handful of ‘biohazard’ situations a year and they’re nearly all customers with serious health problems. With that said, he went on to stress that today they’d seen no less than 18 pee accidents in the store and two ‘floorshitters’. He stressed as well that these were not just elderly and disabled customers, not nearly. He talked about one young woman who entered the store with very visible pee stains down her dungarees, who hurried straight to the diaper aisle and still managed to leave a fresh puddle at the self-checkout. The thousand-yard stare she employed walking to the restrooms with her two packs of Attends & bedpads paid for would clearly stay with the man for a long time.
     
    The stares on the faces of the assembled doctors weren’t far off this. What happened here would happen across the whole US within 2 or 3 days, and worldwide not long after. There would be no loss of life beyond usual winter flu numbers – but how could countries cope with this? As they all got up to leave there was one further sting in the tale for Dr Stephens – two seats along his ‘row’, recently vacated by the polite young Indian man who’d been sat next to him, and by his old med school peer Jennifer Stahl who had been a few seats down, contained visible puddles of what could only be fresh urine. As he got to his car, he realised how congested his nose and throat seemed. The virus doesn’t care what jobs we do, he thought to himself.
     
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    f3l1x4r got a reaction from Jonnaywets in James wear diapers?   
    Oh fuck yes that was good. I was afraid there wasn't gonna be any messing. And then I was afraid they wouldn't be properly enjoying their messes.  I'm  glad both these fears were unfounded. 
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    f3l1x4r reacted to MasterOptometrist in Olivia Smith Prefers Going In Her Pants   
    Chapter 17: Olivia's Nightmare (diapers, wetting, messing, sexual content)
    Olivia was doing homework with some classmates in the library. She'd been on campus all day and normally changed when she got home, so she hadn't, and now her diaper was very full. She wished one of the girls from On The DL was there so they could excuse themselves to change together, but none took this class. Hopefully none of these folks noticed, though. Olivia had worn these sweat pants to campus many times and no one had ever said anything to make it seem like they noticed her diaper.
    Whether people could notice Olivia's diaper bulge was one thing, but whether they could smell her was another. Olivia had been paranoid that she smelled like pee for the last hour or so, but she'd been doing this long enough to learn to push that nagging feeling down. Suddenly though, her worst nightmare occurred: Jenny asked, offhand, if anyone else smelled something funny. Everyone agreed, including Olivia, just to keep up appearances. Tim wrote it off as something always smelling weird in the library. Olivia gave herself a couple minutes of buffer before excusing herself to go use the bathroom. Hopefully no one would suspect anything.
    Olivia preferred not to change on-campus if she didn't absolutely have to. Leaving a dirty diaper in the bathroom trashcan seemed rude, not to mention conspicuous. But if it had to be done, it had to be done. Olivia did her best not to waddle as she made her way to the nearest single-person restroom she knew about. She cursed herself for not doing this sooner, before the fullness of her diaper affected her gait. She hadn't felt like stepping away from the study session though. It could have ended at any minute but had been dragging on - albeit productively - for hours. Olivia didn't usually let herself get this wet before changing and somehow didn't anticipate having to act normally this hard. To complicate things further, now that she'd shaken herself out of her sedentary state, it seemed like her bowels started moving, because now she had to poop. Bad.
    She didn't make it. She was down the hall from the restroom when she felt the familiar sensation of involuntary release. It was all she could do to mutter "fuck" and duck behind the nearest bookshelf for a little more privacy while she crapped her pants. For a few seconds all of her senses were trained on her bowels and the feeling of relief there. But she was quickly brought back to reality by a woman's voice.
    "Oh honey, I'm so sorry, are you alright?"
    Olivia snapped her head to the left to find that she shared the aisle of books with a very concerned looking grad student. She'd clearly seen everything, and there was no excuse for the droop in Olivia's sweat pants. And she definitely smelled everything too - Olivia was under no illusions that the miasma now surrounding her was subtle.
    "You can tie my cardigan around your waist if you want!"
    This truly was Olivia's worst nightmare. In a panic, Olivia stammered something, she didn't know what. Face red as hot iron, she made a dash for the restroom, no longer caring if she waddled. Her mess swung with its own inertia behind her. She jiggled the restroom handle. It was occupied.
    --
    The humiliation of having to wait outside the bathroom in an obviously dirty diaper, as countless peers passed her in the hall, followed Olivia around for the next day. It was experiences like these that made her re-evaluate her life choices. Maybe if she hadn't thrown a fit as a kid and had actually taken that medicine the doctor had prescribed her she'd have an easier life. Who knows how many opportunities and experiences she'd missed out on because she'd chosen to remain just shy of incontinent? And really, she kept making that decision every day she pulled up a pull-up instead of panties when getting dressed. She could be trying... at all, to not pee and poop her pants, but she didn't. That would mean actually stopping what she was doing when she felt the urge to go. That would mean the horrible feeling of smooth, cold porcelain, and an uncomfortable posture that frankly was not conducive to easy bowel movements. No, better to just let it all out into her pants and deal with the aftermath later.
    These thoughts swirled inside Olivia's head as she walked around the local mall in an attempt to avoid campus. She could have sworn that this place had closed down ages ago, but when she drove by there were cars in the parking lot, so she decided to explore. Sure enough it was pretty vacant. Few storefronts remained open for even fewer customers. She stopped to smell the candles in Yankee Candle and could already feel the urge to pee growing. Normally she'd just let it out, but instead she closed the candle's lid, sighed, and left in search of the restrooms. In her fit of self-loathing she left the house wearing only some lacy panties under a shorter-than-normal skirt. As Olivia rode the escalator to the second floor, she noticed a young man looking up at her, clearly trying to sneak a peek. She smiled. That's right, she thought, I'm an adult woman wearing adult panties and I don't care who can see them. No diapers here!
    She leaked a bit, nothing major, but she could tell that the gusset of her "adult panties" was now wet. She could see the sign for the restrooms not twenty yards down the hall, so no need to panic. In between her and there, though, was the weirdest mall kiosk Olivia had ever seen. It appeared to be hawking men and womens' underpants. The sign read: "ALLDRYS: Never worry about using the bathroom again!"
    The young woman working the kiosk must've noticed her staring, because she caught Olivia's eye. "You interested in ALLDRYS, miss?"
    Olivia crossed her legs. She knew she ought to go to the bathroom but she had to know what on earth this was. "Maybe. What are ALLDRYS?"
    The kiosk girl perked up, evidently relieved to finally have a customer. "ALLDRYS are the revolutionary new undergarment that is going to change society forever! Their NASA-designed moisture-wicking technology aerosolizes any liquid that comes into contact with the fabric. The process also kills 99.9% of bacteria and viruses and leaves behind a neutral scent!"
    "Wait, ANY moisture?"
    "Yup, you name it. Sweat, urine, f-"
    "Urine? Are you meant to pee in these?"
    "Sure! I'm wearing a pair and I've been doing that my whole shift!"
    "So it's like a diaper?"
    "Not at all! ALLDRYS are not disposable, just throw them in the wash with your other clothes. And obviously they have the form-factor of your normal undergarment."
    This all seemed too good to be true! "What about like... number twos?"
    The attendant laughed. "Any solids turn into a dust that you can dispose of at your convenience. Can I tell you a secret?" Olivia leaned in and the young lady dropped her voice. "I went number two in my ALLDRYS an hour or two ago and I haven't emptied them out yet. The dust in there isn't even that uncomfortable!"
    Olivia wasn't super sure what to say to that, but this product seemed like a miracle.
    "I'll tell you what. I'm willing to bet you were on the way to the ladies room over there. Would you like to try some ALLDRYS out instead?"
    "Try them out?"
    "Sure! It's been really slow today so I'll give you a pair for free. Slip 'em on and tell me what you think!"
    "Right here? In the middle of the mall?"
    "Why not? Do you see anyone else around?"
    Olivia looked around. "I mean I guess not..."
    "Alright then, here, a ladies' pair. I'll turn around!"
    Olivia wasn't so sure about this but nevertheless did as she was told. She lifted up her skirt in the middle of the mall and pulled off her (slightly wet) panties. The ALLDRYS she was given were white, but judging by the kiosk they came in a variety of colors and patterns. They were all full-back, she assumed for the best seal, a guess that was confirmed once she pulled the pair on. They were more snug than normal panties and the weird material was a couple millimeters thick, but they were nice and soft.
    The kiosk girl turned around before Olivia even said anything. She glanced at the wet panties now in Olivia's hand. "Oh, looks like you'll get your money's worth out of these! Well, have at it."
    "Are you sure these work?"
    "If they don't, I'll tell the janitor it was me."
    "If you say so..." Olivia replied, and started peeing. It was totally unlike peeing into a diaper or even in panties. It felt more like peeing in the toilet - the pee just seemingly fell away from her as if into the void. Shocked, she lifted her skirt to look - nope, totally dry.
    The kiosk girl must have seen the look on her face. "Aren't they great?"
    "This is incredible! How haven't I heard of these?"
    "They're very new. Why don't you try going number two? Like I said, this pair is on the house."
    Olivia did have to poop - funny how she hadn't noticed. She dropped to a squat, exposing the ALLDRYS to anybody in front of her. This was too important of a discovery to worry about decency. She pushed, and while she did encounter the familiar feeling of pressure against her undergarment, it wasn't very strong. When she finished, she reached back to feel her butt - sure enough there was a now a dusty lump in her panties, but the ALLDRYS were dry, and she couldn't smell a thing.
    "So what do you think?" asked the kiosk girl.
    "I need to tell my friends about these!"
    As if on cue, Shannon, Kate, and Lexi rounded the corner.
    Olivia hastily stuffed her dirty panties in the pocket of her skirt. "Guys? What are you doing here?"
    "We've been looking for you everywhere!" Lexi explained. "SHANNON wouldn't let us stop to use the bathroom and I had an accident!" Sure enough, Lexi's jeans were soaked through, she must have had to go really bad.
    "She wouldn't let me change until we found you, either!" said Kate. She was wearing a short dress, below which a swollen and yellowed diaper sagged conspicuously. Judging by the smell wafting off her, Kate had soiled herself somewhere down the line.
    Shannon was gripping herself tightly by the crotch. "Well thank goodness we found her, right? Now I can go pee too, I'm about to burst!"
    "Sounds like you ladies could use some ALLDRYS!" said the kiosk girl, launching into her spiel.
    "Seriously guys! They work really well!" said Olivia after the explanation. "Look!" She lifted her skirt to show her friends her new underwear. "I even messed in these, can you tell?"
    "Wow!" said Kate. "You definitely have a lump in your panties but it's not too noticeable! And I can't smell a thing!"
    "Are you sure you wet yourself?" asked Kate, gently touching Olivia's butt. "They're bone dry!"
    "I did!" Olivia turned to the vendor. "I'd like to buy a pair for each of my girls here!"
    Soon Olivia's friends were also dropping their pants in the middle of the mall and pulling on their own pairs of ALLDRYS. All sighed as they pissed themselves in near unison. Sure enough, no puddles formed on the floor.
    "Wow, this is incredible! I'll be able to hold it as long as I want!"
    "I'll never have to worry about public restrooms again!"
    "Ladies, I am getting SO drunk this weekend."
    Olivia's study group had watched the scene too, and now they were sold. "Our study sessions are going to be so efficient now! Thanks for finding these Olivia! I guess you aren't a freak after all!" said Jenny, who Olivia had not noticed approaching. Tim and the rest were also there, buying ALLDRYS in bulk.
    "I guess you were ahead of the curve pooping your pants Olivia!" said the grad student from the previous day. "I always wished I could just pee and poop myself in the library but I wasn't as brave as you! But now I can be!"
    Olivia felt someone press up behind her, and somehow she knew it was Rob. He lifted up her skirt and reached into her new panties to finger her. "You're so much sexier now that you aren't wearing a diaper." He whispered, huskily, in her ear. His other hand felt her up under her blouse. "It was so embarrassing to date someone who peed themselves all the time." He nibbled at her neck. "At least now that no one can tell you've pissed yourself I don't have to feel ashamed of you anymore." Soon they were on the floor, naked, fucking in the middle of the mall.
    Suddenly, a distant siren blared. Was the fire alarm going off? Please, no! No! She needed to cum first! She needed to buy more of the underwear! She opened her eyes to see that Rob was gone. As were her friends, the study group, the grad student, and the kiosk girl.
    Olivia opened her eyes again to find herself in bed, coated in a cold sweat. She had been dreaming. She'd never gone to the mall, her accident in the library happened just over twelve hours ago. Those magical panties were impossible, obviously. Olivia buried her face in her pillow to groan. Her reality was that it was eight in the morning and that there was poop in her adult diaper.
     
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    f3l1x4r reacted to nappyslave1 in Total embarrassing work mess   
    I work from
    home a few days a week and enjoy the privacy of being diapered and regularly take calls from work via teams getting a buzz out of the fact no one knows that I’m naked apart from my nappy below the table. I do mess but on this occasion I had an upset stomach but didn’t want to mess as I needed to go out and didn’t like the idea of a full clean up didn’t thrill me. However, I was getting desperate and decided I needed the potty when I got an urgent text. A work matter had arisen and my boss was about to call me on teams as she needed a quick answer before an important meeting. I’ll admit I sort of panicked I was standing and halfway to the bathroom feeling I was going to burst when the ring tone started in my laptop. Oh god I thought, I was paralysed and unsure what to do and then my body made the decision for me. An intense cramp my need buckled and it felt like my diaper was blowing up like a balloon! I couldn’t move until I had finished. It must have been seconds but felt an age and I came to my senses and realised the ring tone. I had to answer it. Part of the deal for being allowed to work from home is I have to be available. I waddled over feeling the weight between my legs and the runny mess swishing around. I gently sat down worried it would shoot out of the leg holes. Settled into the warm mess and took a deep breath and answered. I must have looked flustered and apologised for taking a while to pick up and said “sorry I was just using the bathroom!”.
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    f3l1x4r reacted to bbabybbear in Making Pushies in My Pull-Up   
    I don't usually use this kind of language, but if this isn't making pushies I don't know what is. Sometimes it's a relief for me to stop worrying about the bathroom and just let it go in my pull-up. Does anyone else feel this way? 

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    f3l1x4r reacted to Shaved Monkey in Home Alone   
    So, my wife is going to visit her parents in another city and is going to stay there for a few days... I got the house to myself and just bought a pack of diapers. Any ideas for something I should try?
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    f3l1x4r reacted to wetting_fan in Diaper and Snowsuit   
    This is a majorrr flavor of the kink for me, one of my top fantasies tbh. Going for a winter walk with a lady that's wearing, omg. I've yet to see or try it myself though. May have to change that this winter... 
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    f3l1x4r reacted to HentaiKami in Had an accident and leaked while out clubbing   
    Heya, fellas. Time to share an embarrassing accident I got away with somehow!

    So yesterday, I went out clubbing for the first time. (Not drinking for the first time, I am Scandinavian, so I know my way around that- but first time where it wasn't at a private party.)

    Well, we went out in a group of four, ended up with +2 somehow, but it was a fun experience! Now, I was (of course) diapered up, just in case. I tried to start out the night with using actual bathrooms, but since I was wearing a plastic-backed ID slip diaper, I had to be really careful with the tapes - which I did somehow manage to be, everything considered.

    Well, at one point, I left a club we were at, alone and walked towards a Maccie D's (because the group got separated, I figured that'd be our beacon. xD) but during the walk, some rapid desperation hit me- as it happens when you're a little drunk. I quickly realized my diaper was already pretty damn wet, and panicked a little since I didn't bring another spare- so I began holding myself, standing against a wall.

    Eventually, I lost the battle - and started completely pissing myself, emptying my full bladder (very quickly) into my diaper, which would obviously start leaking...  I could not do anything but just stand there as my shorts got soaked, pee ran down my legs and formed a small puddle on the ground. In hindsight, it was pretty hot- haha.

    Fortunately for me, I wore black shorts, so nobody could see what had happened, especially at night - and the street was surprisingly empty.

    Ended up reuniting with the bois at Maccie's, as I had predicted - and the night went on from there, all the while I was pee-soaked. I sprayed some perfume on to mask the scent, and it worked pretty well!


    So in conclusion, a fun night - with some omo action sprinkled in there. I somehow (probably) managed to keep my diapers concealed all night, but tonight is another night, so who knows- hehe. This time I'll just wear a Northshore Megamax to be safe.

    Well, I guess I'll leave you with some proper advice: Stay safe, stay padded. Drink responsibly. Lol
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    f3l1x4r reacted to DLzookeeper in I don’t like scat but why do I get turned on by women in messy diapers and panties?   
    I think for me a big part of it is the taboo nature of diapers and wetting/messing. Intentionally pooping in a diaper or pants is way up there on the list of things adults aren't "supposed" to do. I love doing it myself, and though I haven't had the chance to interact with a woman doing it in person I am also very turned on by seeing it in videos.
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    f3l1x4r reacted to DaddyRich in Jessica's Diaper Punishment - 1   
    Jessica’s Diaper Punishment – 1
    Original Author Unknown
    Edited by Daddy Rich
    Part 1
    I woke up this morning a little groggy and a headache from the last drunken night I went to. I was back home for the summer after a tough Masters semester. The family home was the last place I wanted to go since my father remarried a woman, a girl who is just 5 years older than me. It's hard to accept the fact that he's married to a young woman that I don't love.
    At 24, I think I'm grown up enough to go and do whatever I want, but when I came home for the summer, it wasn't easy. While my father travels a lot, Naomi my mother-in-law was in charge of the house and the discipline that I could need. I thought it was ridiculous and that I didn't need a babysitter anymore, but my dad is strict with me and I respect his wishes to manage our relationship as well as possible.
    I didn't do anything until I realized the hold Naomi could have on me. With my headache, I slowly prepare myself to go to the bathroom for my first weekend at home. As I get up, I find my sheets wet and my pajamas sticking to my skin. I was horrified that I had had an accident last night. Instead of making a scene of the situation, I remove the wet sheets to put them in the wash before she realizes it. But Naomi smiled when she saw me with the sheets and especially the halo all wet under the buttocks of my pajamas.
    “I hope you can explain all this!” Naomi said.
    "Umm, yeah, but I see it more as an accident," I replied.
    Naomi smiled and kept looking at me telling me she was going to talk to my dad about how to handle a young girl who wets her bed. I had no choice but to smile back as she called my dad's cell phone. While my father picks up, Naomi recounts the current situation and that I had a drunken evening. I couldn't help listening to his words through the phone, he was angry and told Naomi that she had carte blanche to control the situation and punish me. My blood boiled at the thought that she could punish me for wetting the bed.
    Naomi finished the conversation with my father and asks me to clean everything up because the punishment starts in about an hour. I didn't know what was on her mind as she leaves saying to me "hurry up little baby, you are going to get a punishment you won't soon forget"
    I put the sheets in the machine and take a shower, get dressed and rush downstairs to see what she had in mind to punish me. I find a note that says she's coming back in a little while to run some errands, but my punishment will begin when she gets back. I take my breakfast in the kitchen in front of the TV while Naomi arrives with the same smile with two large bags.
    She puts her two big bags on the table. Without asking me she bends down and touches my crotch and asks me if I was wet. I answer her no, and she asks me to get up and drop my pants to start the punishment which I refuse. She looks serious and asks me again to get up which I could no longer refuse, so I stood up. She goes down my jeans and my panties to my ankles when she notices that my pubis is shaved.
    Then she asks me to release the pants, I was getting nervous, I didn't know where this was leading. While standing, my buttocks in the air half naked, she begins to tell me that my punishment will start with the two bags on the table.
    To Be Continued
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    f3l1x4r reacted to Messy96 in A Fun Stinky Convention   
    DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours; Plus this story and all others are part of the same reality. Here's the big one though: The story contains diaper pooping. I know this site is mostly about wetting and most don't care about pooping. So if you don't like that sort of thing and don't want to read this story, that's perfectly fine by me.  Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story anyhow.
     
    A Fun Stinky Convention
        Autumn has finally arrived as embracing cold winds blow throughout the coastal Omutsu-suki City, leaves have already begun changing their colors as they fall from their trees onto the streets of the city. Despite the chilly weather, the populace of Omutsu-suki continue to enjoy their daily lives; Running their shops and relaxing in the city park as comfortably as any person can. However this simple October day was different from others for Omutsu-suki City, as the urban center was more active with people all bristling with positive emotions while snug in their sweaters and hoodies. The reason for this unusual excitement lies within the city’s convention center, as this year Omutsu-suki has been chosen to host the annual Diaper Enthusiast Soiling Opportunist Convention (a.k.a the D.E.S.O Convention).
        Many diaper enthusiasts and soiling opportunists, from nearby cities to far away countries, would always conjugate towards the D.E.S.O Convention no matter where it was held every year. Even the locals within the city itself flock to the convention with great excitement, as Omutsu-suki City is well known to have the largest D.E.S.O community in the world. So hosting the D.E.S.O Convention for Omutsu-suki is always seen as a great honor whenever the event comes around to their corner of the world. As many people have been to this convention multiple times before, just as many would be visiting this event for the first time in their lives.
        “Emma, hey Emma. Time to wake up sweetie, we’re finally here,” A 21 year old Danny gently whispered, who was gently trying to awaken his sleeping 20 year old girlfriend Emma. After traveling since dawn from their hometown, Emma had fallen asleep hours ago while Danny drove, but now her eyes were slowly opening up to see the Convention Center nearby. Seeing the D.E.S.O banners hanging from the building immediately filled her with joy and excitement. “Oh my god, we’re really here! I can’t believe we’re actually here!” Emma exclaimed. “Well I did promise to help you experience your first D.E.S.O convention by any means, and I always keep my promises, especially to the woman who has changed my life,” said Danny to assure Emma wasn’t daydreaming. Emma had always wanted to go to the D.E.S.O convention for the longest time but never could afford to, and now she was finally here for the first time ever thanks to her boyfriend’s affectionate support. 
        Emma couldn’t help but hug Danny tightly but lovingly. “You're the best boyfriend ever, you know that?” Emma said. “Only because I have the best girlfriend ever,” Danny replied, hugging Emma back with tender care, “Now let's get going, we got a whole day to enjoy our first convention together.” Thus the couple left their car and walked eagerly toward the bustling convention center. As they entered the building’s lobby following the vibrate crowds, Danny could hear a recognizable crinkling emanating not just from Emma, but from others around him. He smiled to himself, knowing that Emma was going to have a blast interacting with other diaper enthusiasts like her for the first time. After all Emma had very little exposure to people like her growing up. While her friends and family supported her odd diaper loving lifestyle, she was often self conscious about herself, but always wanted to meet other D.E’s and experience the interesting culture of the D.E.S.O in person. Reaching registration right outside the main exhibit hall, Danny and Emma quickly obtained their I.D bracelets that will allow them to enter and exit the event at any time, as well as a booklet of the convention’s activities and attractions. Then they merged into the shortest line into the exhibition hall only stopping to show security their I.D bracelets. Now mere inches away from the fun, Emma’s excitement was at its peak. “You ready?” Danny asked her. “Oh hell yes, let's go!” Emma squealed joyfully. Together they stepped into the hall and bore witness to an extraordinary sight that left both in awe.
        First off, the hall’s ceiling was retracted to reveal the open sky above bringing fresh autumn air into the massive room. The whole room was packed with people, stalls, booths, and much more, displaying all sorts of D.E.S.O items and merchandise of many kinds. Original artwork including explicit art, comics and animations revolving around diapers, pacifiers and onesies for adult babies, special diapers and undergarments. This convention had it all. Also most participants, whether wearing normal clothes or cosplay, had their undergarments in full display for everyone to see. Underwear, diapers, pull-ups, you name it. “W-w-wow,” Emma stuttered, amazed at the spectacle in front of her. For so long she had dreamed of what this convention would look like, and now it seemed her imaginations were closer to reality than she thought. 
        However, as the two approached the crowds, Emma’s nose detected something faint but present in the air. A familiar pungent stink that radiated from her dirtiest diapers, that’s when she discovered the most outlandish aspect of this particular convention. Emma observed a nearby anime cos-player's visible diaper as it appeared suspiciously soggy, wet, and stained yellow. Then as the cos-player turned to pose for a picture, Emma found that the cos-player also had a recognizable plump brown bulge in their diaper. An excited smile crept across Emma’s face as she quickly realized that the cos-player wasn't the only one who was wearing a full diaper. “D-Danny, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” she asked, struggling to acknowledge what was happening around her. Yet as she turned to him, Danny held a smug satisfied look on his face. “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. All participants of the convention are allowed to wet and mess themselves freely as long as you change before leaving the exhibition hall,” Danny nonchalantly revealed.
        Emma stood stunned. The phrase “Wet and mess yourself freely” kept repeating itself in her mind. No way this is real, no way anyone can be allowed to do that publicly, you’d normally be heavily fined or even arrested! And yet here these people are enjoying themselves while wearing messy undergarments without getting in trouble, hell even the few security guards that are out patrolling aren’t doing anything but protecting the convention. “W-W-What?” Emma stammered. “Yep, it's perfectly legit for the event. I figured it would be fun to see you find out in the flesh, so surprise!” Danny told her with confident vigor, watching Emma quickly fill up with even more excitement as it all sank in. “Oh my god, this is the best convention ever!” Emma exclaimed. “And we have only just begun. So my dear, shall we begin our journey?” Danny asked, offering his hand to her in a gentleman like manner. Emma was ecstatic as ever to begin this crazy adventure, but as she grasped Danny’s hand, an idea popped into her head. “Um, before we do. Can I do something real quick?” Emma asked. Danny nodded and waited patiently as Emma began to undo her jeans. 
        A pampers diaper as white as snow was revealed taped around Emma’s waist, puffy and soft like a pillow. “You always looked really cute wearing your diapers,” Danny admitted, blushing as hard as Emma was. “You're too sweet Danny. Ok, now I’m ready,” Emma said, laying her jeans into her personnel diaper bag. Hand in hand, the couple began exploring the convention’s unconventional machinations with great curiosity. Danny and Emma managed to meet many people from around the world with their own D.E.S.O customs, and took pictures with cos-players of countless varieties both clean and dirty. Scavenging through the endless booths, the couple collected many handcrafted souvenirs and carried them in a decorative bag to take home. Emma got herself a ‘I love diapers’ sweater for the brisk fall, while Danny bought a diaper novel from a writer Emma had always recommended to him for ages. Emma engaged with people like herself who shared their enthralling stories, often while wearing full diapers or underwear, and shared her own tales with these colleagues for the first time. She had never felt so open and accepted before today as she often kept herself anxiously reclusive to others outside her friends and family. But today, none of her fears dared to challenge her. Danny stood by happily seeing her overcoming her anxiety as he had hoped she would be here with fellow peers.
        Later on after a hefty lunch in an adjacent smaller exhibition hall acting as a cafeteria, the two split up to cover more ground and see what mischief they could find on their own. Thus Emma found herself near a booth selling exotic enemas and laxatives when she noticed a minor competition being hosted nearby. Unfortunately it was a messing competition that she had just missed, but that didn’t dampen Emma’s intrigue as she joined the onlookers and watched the contestants' receive their awards. Enticed by the stink in the air, her eyes became allured by the contents in the contestants’ undergarments. From last place to 1st, everyone had an impressive bulge of poop snuggled in their diapers and pull-ups, each load bigger than the last. Naturally 1st place won with huge messy shit the size of a melon in their pampers. However something deep within Emma was now beginning to stir due to her fixation on the winner’s poopy diaper. Certain thoughts in Emma’s psyche had been slowly growing in strength with every person she encountered wearing dirty diapers, and to say the winner’s smelly pampers were 100% full was apt. Emma could observe the bulge sag heavy and plump, soft mush warmly packed into the brown padding without spilling out. All these dirty details swirling in her head had accelerated Emma’s desire to use her own pampers. Of course Emma was determined to be patient, her soft diaper will experience her own amassed load soon enough.
        Still, being close to the contestants poopy diapers had ensured Emma’s nose to intake their intoxicating stink. This enriched stench was enough to influence Emma to relax her bladder, resulting in a gentle flood of pee to soak into her pampers with a squishy hiss. Emma sighs, satisfied feeling her padding turn warm, soggy, and bright yellow. After a photographer immortalized the top 3 winners' messy victory for his magazine, the crowd then dispersed to move on to other activities and events. Emma, trying to distract herself from rubbing her wet pampers openly, wandered aimlessly until she found an interesting diaper booth. A friendly young man was selling diapers of all varieties including handcrafted modified versions meant for custom specifications. Just as Emma began to browse these puffy modded products, a voice was heard from behind.
        “Hello Andy, did you miss me?” A stranger asked the booth owner. A local girl close to Emma’s age approached the booth, sporting short brown hair, bright green eyes enhanced by a pair of glasses, and speckled with cute light freckles. The stranger also wore a crimson hoodie and a white short skirt, poorly concealing a very dirty diaper. “Ey, My favorite customer! It’s always great to see you! How have you been doing?” Andy responded with great joy. “I’m doing great. By the way, thank you for your previous recommendations, my new diet has been creating amazing ‘results’ to say the least,” The stranger winked, pointing at the poopy bulge in her diaper. “You're very welcome, it's always a pleasure helping old friends. Speaking of which, I believe I’ve got your favorite diaper brand in stock today!” Andy announced. “Oh fantastic, your timing is impeccable! I was beginning to run out of pampers and I haven’t gotten anymore yet,” The local hopped excitedly. “Well then, I’d better go get them right away. Might be a minute though cause I think it's at the bottom of all my products,” Andy said heading to the back of the booth. “No worries Andy, take your time,” The stranger encouraged.
        With the pleasantries exchanged, the local stranger waited patiently and started browsing the other diapers just as Emma continued with her own browsing. One product in particular caught Emma’s interest, a hefty pack of modified diapers nicknamed pamper-packers. This package held 100 pampers that advertised several impressive capacity upgrades, specifically for people who tend to create excessive amounts of waste. Emma blushed yet smiled fondly, she was definitely that kind of person, remembering her past blowouts due to her pampers not always being able to handle her bigger loads. Thinking of these stinky memories, Emma begins taking quick glances at the stranger’s full diaper. She slowly motions closer, smelling all of the shit inside the diaper. However Emma finds herself caught as she sees the local looking straight into her eye with a mischievous smirk on her face. Embarrassed, Emma hurriedly looks away, cursing herself for being so perverted. But then she hears something unexpected.
        “Did you like what you were seeing?” The stranger giggled. Emma, out of confusion, nervously established eye contact again. Only to find the local girl smiling at her, while waving her padded butt side to side, trying to tempt Emma on purpose. Feeling unsure how to react to the stranger’s question, Emma slowly nodded while blushing hard at the stranger. “Heh, no worries, it’s ok to look. Why else could we wear our undergarments publicly here? Besides, I've peeked at many people’s dirty diapers too, so I’m just as guilty of being a little naughty,” The stranger assured. Emma sighs, relieved to know she wasn’t in any trouble. “So, are you gonna share what you think of my diaper?” The local suddenly asked. Emma was surprised, she didn’t think she would be commenting on someone's messy diaper. But then again, the poopy diaper did look enthralling, and she didn’t want to lie. “Honestly? Your diaper looks so hypnotically poopy, I wish I had watched you stuff it up brown and full. No doubt your load of pungent poop feels incredible, sharing all of its warmth and cushiness with you while nestled inside your diaper,” Emma revealed. Now it was the stranger’s turn to be surprised by Emma’s words. “My my, thank you very much, I held it in for days to get the load just right. You’d be right too, It's really comfy feeling the mushy shit in my diaper,” The girl said. “I’d bet. Oh, my name is Emma by the way,” Emma greeted, extending her hand to the stranger. “Oh right, where are my manners?” The local girl said, as her hand reached out and met Emma's hand, “My name is Ashley.” 
        “So Emma, interested in the pamper-packers?” Ashley asked. Emma again nodded happily. “Those diapers are really well made. Andy outdid himself when he modified them, they can hold a lot inside them without any issue,” Ashley stated. “Oh really? Have you used them before?” Emma asked, intrigued. “Oh yeah I’ve tried most of these diapers including the pamper-packers over the years.” Ashley answered. “Interesting. See, my metabolism tends to make a lot of poop in my pampers, and they don’t always hold up well,” Emma responded, feeling a little embarrassed to have admitted this fact openly. “Cool beans, honestly I wish I was more like that. To me, nothing beats making a really messy diaper. Even better if you can make a lot of soft mush inside,” Ashley proudly proclaimed, easing Emma’s embarrassment. “I agree. Feeling my padding fill up all warm and heavy is quite an exotic and unique pleasure,” Emma smiled, invigorated by Ashley’s demeanor. “Indeed. After all, poop belongs in diapers,” Ashley comments. “Poop belongs in diapers huh? I like that,” Emma grins at the enticing idea.
        Convinced by Ashley, Emma bought the pamper-packers, just as Andy brought Ashley’s diaper pack for purchase. Afterwards the two new friends continued chatting a little while longer, until Ashley had to go change her diaper to start going home. Emma meanwhile added Ashley to her phone contacts, then texts Danny her location near some private changing stalls, so they can reunite. While waiting for Danny however, Emma begins to fidget. Her anus was now beginning to be besieged by a large load of poop begging to come out. She was ecstatic, ripping loud brassy farts from her padded butt without restraint. “Aaahh, that felt nice to let out. Smells very stinky too,” Emma giggled to herself, catching a whiff of her own gas. This was immediately followed by loud gurgling from her stomach, as she bent her knee slightly and let out more wet farts. Remaining in this bent stance, Emma begins pushing, “It’s time… to fill… my pampers… with a lot… of… of...”
        Emma struggled to put words together, overtaken by her intense emotions fueled by a thick brown log plopping out into her padding, swelling the seat of her pampers outward. The poop was thick and firm, pouring out slowly to coil up softly into a large warm pile in her diaper. Sensing her 1st thick log nearly out of her body, Emma involuntarily pushes the 2nd log out, aiming to dump all the shit she saved up into her diaper. Thus, her pampers continued expanding with a brown lumpy bulge, steadily overstimulating Emma’s senses. Her butt equally produced stinky farts a plenty, the gas unleashed alongside each plop of warm slimy thick logs of pure poop defining every lump and bump formed by her pampers. Feeling her shit spread everywhere, from over her buttocks to underneath her crotch; Emma’s bladder released a new wave of piss into her still soaked diaper, making the wet padding more soggy and yellow than before. Taking in more and more pee and poop was now taking its toll on the pampers, its waistband was pulled down by the weight until Emma’s butt crack was partially visible, yet the diaper still kept growing with every mounting waste without weakening or leaking.
        “P-p-p-poopies,” Emma moaned in ecstasy, pushing out the last log of poop into her bloated diaper. By now her pampers were so drenched and full that only the taping has retained its original color, the rest of the diaper was a mix of wet golden yellow and nasty dark brown. With one final plop and a subtle squish, the last log fully ejected from Emma’s butt, mingling itself with the huge mass of poop warm and snug within the pampers. Shortly afterwards, Emma’s pee had begun to slow into a light trickle just as the last farts blurted themselves out. “Aaaahhhh ha ha ha,” Emma sighs shakenly. Never has she pissed and shit her diaper this much before, let alone without having a massive blowout or just straight up snapping from the weight. Yet Emma stands with pampers carrying what felt like 2 or 3 pounds of poop and an entire gallon of pee. Intensely aroused, Emma embraces the urge to rub her diaper front and back, everything inside reacting to her actions by squelching softly at her. Her right hand feeling the many lumps representing the warm messy logs settled and conjoined together through the dirty padding.
        “Wow-wow. I've never seen you go all out in your diaper like that before,” A voice said nearby, a voice Emma recognized as Danny’s. She turned around to see him smiling at her, impressed by her little accident. “Wha? How long were you standing there?” Emma asked, smiling sheepishly while blushing profusely. “Shortly after you texted me, I turned left and walked past 3 booths until I found you. I was gonna get your attention, but then your pampers started swelling and turning brown. So I decided to wait and watch the show instead,” Danny answered, staring at Emma’s full diaper with the intent of photographing it with his phone. Emma giggled, this was the first time Danny had watched her use her diapers, let alone capturing her deed with pictures. So she decided to tease him a little.  “Well, did you enjoy watching your cute girlfriend fill her diaper with lots and lots of warm stinky poopies?” Emma inquired Danny, showing off her brown bulging diaper at his flashing camera. Danny then approached Emma and wrapped his arms around her in a gentle embrace. “Yes, watching you pooping your diaper full was absolutely arousing. Plus you look even cuter when you're wearing a stinky dirty diaper,” Danny whispered into Emma’s ear, enticing excitement into her, “However, I’m afraid it's time that I get you changed.” Emma frowned, she wanted to wear her pampers a little while longer, with all her warm poopy logs snug and smushed inside. “Do I really have to Danny?” she asked. “I know you want to stay in your messy diaper, normally I wouldn’t mind. But it's nearly time to head home, and you need to change first before we leave or else we’ll get in serious trouble,” Danny explained.
        Emma didn’t want to admit it, but she knew he was correct. The pair had spent the entire day in the convention and now it was only an hour before the building closes. So Emma reluctantly nods to Danny in agreement, following him into one of the changing stalls to change her diaper. As Danny opens the diaper bag to extract wipes and a fresh diaper, Emma settles herself onto the changing table. Despite her cautious attempts, her pampers struggled to prevent a blowout as she sat down. Emma can hear and feel the contents of her full pampers squelch loudly, sending exhilaration up her spine as her warm poop squish and smush together with barely any room left. Laying down, Emma hears one of her pampers’ tapes finally snap from the stress. Then Danny approached bearing her diaper supplies, ready to change her. 
        Seeing Emma laying down innocently with her bulging dirty diaper in open view, Danny felt bad for cutting her fun short. He fully admits to himself that watching Emma shit herself and play with her poopy diaper was a huge turn on, much like it was for Emma herself. To show his sympathy, Danny gently settled his hand on her pamper’s brown bulge, massaging the poop inside enough to make Emma pant softly. Still both knew she needs to be changed regardless, thus Emma silently nods at Danny while still panting, granting him permission to start undoing her pampers.  While he had changed her diapers before, it took a whole 10 minutes to clean up Emma’s caked butt thoroughly due to the mass of stubborn brown waste acting like a thick paste. Danny, despite his struggling and continual wastage of cleaning supplies, remained focused and managed to get Emma fully sanitized and wrapped in a fresh clean diaper. After putting her jeans back on, Emma and Danny turned to the poopy diaper to strap it shut and throw it away. As they did, both noted how close the tortured padding was to tearing apart, seeing the structural damage done by the massive smushed pile of steaming stinky shit smothered inside.
        With the dirty pampers now in the trash alongside other used diapers, the couple left the stalls and followed the crowds once again, this time to the exits. Danny held Emma’s hand as they left the main hall, carrying all the novelties they gained from their experience. Heading outside, the pair viewed the start of an autumn sunset in the distance, filling the skies with beautiful colors. Finally separating from the crowds, Emma was aware that she wasn’t the only one crinkling as they walked. Quickly peeking at Danny’s waist, she found the recognizable puffy bulk of a diaper showing through his pants. Danny never wore diapers before now, so this discovery had Emma thinking up all sorts of interesting activities for the two of them. For now it was time to go home, as they arrived back at their car, loaded their things into the backseat, and buckled in themselves. “Thanks for bringing me here Danny, I had a ton of fun,” Emma told him. Danny agreed “Your welcome sweetie, I had fun too. We're definitely gonna make this a regular thing, starting with next year’s convention.” Emma smiled, thinking back on everything that she had experienced today. Her mental highlights include meeting and befriending Ashley along with the largest diaper pooping episode she had undertaken so far. The idea of the next fun stinky convention was something she definitely looked forward to as Danny pulled the car out of the parking lot and onward home.
     
    The End.
    Author's Note: My my, this took longer than I intended, but finally I have finished this story that had been in my mind for a long time. This was very challenging for me to type up in a coherent manner, but also very fun trying to wield this crazy idea into a believable setting. But regardless I hope everyone enjoyed the story and let me know if you wish such an convention like this actually existed for us to enjoy. I certainly would like to visit a real event like this. Have fun and the Emperor protects! 
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    f3l1x4r reacted to Mrlister in Vignettes   
    Sarah sighed, settling down on her padded rear. She had just returned to her dorm after a grueling Advanced Psych midterm and was too mentally exhausted to do any kind of work. She sighed, finally being able to not worry about her hardest exam and getting ready to start a relaxing two days until classes restarted after the weekend. As she was stretching in her desk chair, she failed to realize that her diaper, which had been bone dry until the walk back to her third-floor dorm, was just on the verge of leaking. Unfortunately, the popping of her back was the final straw. The constant warmth around her pussy and butt turned into an unfamiliar heat on her lower thighs, and she sprang into a half-standing crouch. 
     
    “Shit” she muttered, too tired to fully verbalize the embarrassment of leaking at her age, “What am I, a middle schooler?” As she made her way over to her dresser, shuffling to prevent more leaks, she grew aware of a slight fullness in the depths of her intestines. She felt her lower tummy, with a mild level of surprise more than anything, ‘I must have been more stressed than I thought’ she realized. Before she moved to get a new diaper to change into, she thought about the eternal young adult ruler; pride. Doing the mental calculus, she soon concluded (despite math being her second worst subject and having nothing to do with her major) that it would cost less time, effort, and embarrassment, to make a mess in the overfull diaper she was wearing now while catching the leaks on a towel, then washing the towel, over having to go to her advisor for another package of diapers. 
     
    “Damn, am I really down to two?” she muttered to herself, having come to a standstill in the middle of her dorm room. She really should start being better about staying on top of her supply, she thought, but then she remembered the reason she kept putting it off; her advisor, Professor Parker. 
     
     Prof. Parker was the head of the social sciences department and was incredibly intelligent, charismatic, and beautiful. She was loved by everyone in any of her classes and was well-liked by most of the student body. There were a variety of reasons for her popularity, ranging from her very helpful tutoring sessions, her kind nature about test retaking and late work, or her absolutely fantastic ass. Of course, her ass was hardly her only positive physical characteristic. Her brilliant red hair, the color of Sarah’s favorite strawberry jam, her wonderful curves and muscles, courtesy of genetics and a close friendship with the head of the P.E. department, her eclectic sense of style, with wide mirrored shades or shutter glasses hiding her fern green eyes as often as not, or her already incredible height of six foot two in socks (often increased by two or three-inch heels), had all been debated to death.  
     
    Sarah, however, being one of the few who had decently regular and extended contact with her, was able to determine what made Ms. Parker a truly beautiful woman. Her genuine caring nature, always making sure that her advisees were well cared for, and her motherly nature always shining through in hers and Sarah’s one-on-one sessions in her office. 
     
    ‘And that godamn, sexy as fuck slight Irish brogue’ 
     
    Sarah had always had a thing for accents. 
     
    Ms. Parker was a genuinely good woman and was the advisor of all the full-ride academic scholarships for social sciences, of which Sarah was one of the recipients. Despite all the wonderful things that Ms. Parker was and did, Sarah had started to avoid her more and more over the last several weeks.  
     
    This was partly because Sarah was worried about disappointing her with her recent academic performance, which had dipped in the last week or so, as she devoted more time to studying for her core class mid-terms, but was mostly because Sarah had developed a massive crush on Ms. Parker and was worried that she’d do something to embarrass herself. It didn’t help that Sarah always got slightly wet whenever Ms. Parker called her “Pet” in her beautiful Irish lilt, which was distressingly often when she went in to ask for more of her school-funded diapers.  
     
    Her scholarship got her free ones until she graduated, sure, but there needed to be some control, to make sure she wasn’t wasting the money the college gave her. As she came to from her brief trip down recollection road, she realized that the feeling of fulness in her gut had quickly grown into a desperate cramping need. She leant over to where the towels were drying on the elevated bed of her dorm mate, grabbed one and laid it on the ground. She quickly kicked off her shoes and socks before crouching down over the pure white towel. 
      
    As Sarah got into a position that put less pressure on her intestines, her shockingly warm mess immediately began to flow into the already full seat of her soaked diaper without her consciously releasing it.  The hard plug that had caused her to even be aware of the potential mess, instead of only realizing she had shit when she sat onto her mess while going to class or using her computer, shot out quickly and settled between her legs. It was almost instantly followed by an incredibly warm mush spreading across the cleft of her ass and then being pushed out to the seat of her diaper along her silky white skin. The warmth of her insides was spreading around her crotch as more and more poop settled beneath her butt cheeks, making her already huge diaper drop even further between her legs. 
     
    As the warm mush stopped falling down and began pilling up between her butt-cheeks, forcing the rear padding to be pushed back even further, extending her already sizable ass, the mess began being pushed out to the sides, along her soft ass cheeks, instead of between or below them. Her diaper finally gave up the ghost when her poop began pulling the rest of the absorbent material taught. The light dripping became a consistent pittle-pattle and the pure white towel began to stain yellow. It was so full that the indicator, usually a light blue when used, had disappeared.  
     
    She finally stopped releasing when the warmth had turned the light-yellow back of her diaper an earthy brown. Her diaper had courageously held on throughout the process, having kept ahold of the heavy weight of her use by sogging down to the middle of her thick thighs. Sarah shifted her wide hips, listening to the plastic-y crinkle turn to a heavy sloshing from all the liquid she had put into it. Her hand went to the rear of her diaper, feeling the heft of the mess she had just made. It was certainly one of the largest she had ever made, and she was grateful her scholarship came with a decently high-end diaper supply. Just as she was reaching to undo her tapes and let the diaper drop to the towel, her phone buzzed. 
     
    It was an email, from Prof. Parker. The subject line read “Meeting. Important” and the content was only a sentence or so long. “Dear Ms. Anderson, please meet me in my office as soon as possible. We have some important matters to discuss Pet. With Love, Pamala Parker” 
     
    Sarah did not read into the “With Love” sign off, as Prof. Parker used that with everything, even her grading, but she did quickly let her diaper drop and rolled it up before tossing it into the diaper bin. She hurried with the cleanup, wiping herself down with a wet wipe, before putting on her lavender scented powder and oil. She taped up her new diaper as efficiently as possible, and quickly put a new plaid skirt over it. Jumping into new socks, she velcroid up her shoes, and made sure her hair looked pretty and put together in her pigtails. Happy that she wouldn’t embarrass herself, she quickly grabbed her keys before heading off to the bus stop, her diaper just peeking out from beneath her schoolgirl skirt.  
     
     
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    Hello, My name is Mr. Lister. This is my first real step into this kind of writing, or any writing in general really, so I am a bit nervous. Please leave your thoughts, because I want to see how I did. I want to continue writing these short little stories, so I don't know how this will go, but I may extend some of the ones people really like.  Thanks, have a great time. 
     
     
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    f3l1x4r reacted to PaddedWarriorP in A Seat at the Kids Table   
    A psudo Diaper Normalcy story. After hearing that ABU hires exclusively ABDL and my own recent experiments making adult nuggys, (jalapeno and cream cheese stuffed dino nuggys anyone?) I began to think what if an ABDL restaurant opened up near an ABDL diaper factory and the community that might grow out of that. Presented for the approval of the sogg butt society, I call this story...
    A Seat at the Kids Table.
    If Morgan could go back in time and tell her younger self what the next five years would bring she doubted she would believe herself. The relatively down to earth 19 year old business student would take one look at the 24 year old in blue and pink pigtails, a skirtall with a pink skull sticking it's tongue out, and a massive soaked diaper sagging just below the skirt line, and probably faint immediately. But when a broke college student hears about a good bartending job opening up she jumps on it, and when the owner asks if she is an ABDL she says yes in the mindset of furiously googling as soon as the interview is done. In hindsight it was pretty obvious, but being a 'normie' she had bought the public line about experimenting with traditionally kids food, which honestly was not a bad niche to fill, they even had a few vanilla regulars who came for just that reason. She almost called to reject the job after her quick research, but she decided she would at least give it a fair try, college was for experimentation after all, and never looked back.
    So here she was on a Friday night doing what she loved, mixing milks, juices, and liquor to help her babies relax after a hard day of work up at The Factory. A spike of warmth in her already soaked diaper made her think about heading to the changing room, so she called across the dining room, "Courty, can you come play? I need changing!"
    "Yah sissy," the other girl squeaked, "lemme ring out 7 and I will be over."
    Figuring it would take about a minute she surveyed her bar and hopped over to the only mommy in the crowd, "make sure none of these babies make a fuss while I'm gone. They're generally well behaved for big kids like me, but Courty is closer to their age and can't handle dem alone."
    The woman laughed, "you just go get that bum clean, I can handle this. Your not that much bigger than them yourself."
    "Am too!" And she was, she swears. Her ageplay persona was a bratty 7 year old who refused to potty train, much older than the 1-4 her regulars tended to be.
    "Are not!" Half the bar chorused back at her.
    "Am too!" She insisted, stomping her foot for emphasis. That sent a quiver through her gut, and she smirked and bent her knees slightly, "these babies dirty their pants because they don't know any better," she started pushing and grunting, "I dirty mine because I'm Mess-chievous." Half the bar started laughing and the other boo'd her. There was even a shouted "your jokes stink," which she obviously shot back with "so's my diaper, deal wif it." And stuck out her tongue before turning to head to the changing rooms.
    The changing rooms were centrally located in a hallway that separated the kitchen from the dining room, and there were two others waiting for the girls changer. If she hadn't been messy she probably would have gone back to work and tried again in a half hour, but it was considered rude to be messy in food areas for longer than a few minutes. She almost pulled out her phone to browse, when Tommy stepped out of the boys changer. Tommy was one of the newer Factory regulars, having transfered in as a manager from another location at the beginning of the year, and she would pin his little age at around 3 based on their past interactions. She kind of felt sorry for him, it must be hard being little while also pushing 6 and a half feet and being built like a bear, but also fuck he was hot. He was wearing denim shortalls with bulldozers on them, with a red flannel and trucker hat. He had the kind of 5 o'clock shadow that only comes from meticulous shaving and facial hair that wants none of that. In other words, the perfect blend of AB and lumberjack chic, the two things that got her motor running. She had only seen it once before, about a year ago, on a girl who claimed she was just passing through town. She had even had flannel cloth diapers on, and that had been an interesting experience, wet cloth diapers rubbing hard on wet disposable was definitely something she wanted to feel again. Unfortunately the girl turned out to be an environmentalist who spent a week protesting The Factory, and being generally bitchy to anyone who worked there. It was kind of a sad funny that her plan so totally backfired that no one in the community wore Cloth for three months after she left.
    Feeling she still could go a bit, and knowing she had about five minutes of wait, Morgan squatted slightly and began to make sure she was empty as Tommy walked over, looking nervous. "Hey little guy. You want to learn to play with the big kids?" She smirked up at him through a grunt, before her thoughts turned to the third changing room, the one for couples to change eachother. She had used it a couple times in similar situations when she really wanted to pick up someone for a one night stand, but for the last five months she hadn't had any. She had enjoyed her time as the 'Bi Baby Bartender on the Bay,' always up for a quick hookup with whatever hotties came into town for one business or the other, but now she wad feeling a bit tired of that. She had had so many wild oats sown her way, she was ready for some oats that were more ready to settle. Maybe roast and age with some nice honey and turn into a fine whiskey. Ok, maybe she was also really looking forward to her shift drink.
    "Umm, I was wonnering," she could hear a slight hissing, it could have been anyone else in the hall, but based on his face and posture she guessed it was him, was she that intimidating to talk to, he had literally just changed, not that she hadn't warmed up a fresh diap herself from time to time. "Wa... Was wonnering if you was going to Jack's pool potty tomowow?"
    Morgan grimaced a bit. Jack was a good guy, head of R&D up at The Factory, but no butt that was there would forget the rashes of last year's pool party quickly. For the last few years Jack's big project was disposable swim diapers that actually worked for some capacity. He had hit on the idea of coating the outer surfaces in hydrophobic materials, keeping liquid both in and out of the diaper. All lab tests showed phenomenal results and he had invited a number of volunteers to a pool party as a beta test. What lab tests didn't take into account was the hot July sun beating down on two dozen adult toddlers running around, playing, and most importantly sweating. With the material trapping the sweat beneath it against the skin and the constant movement causing friction the rashes that resulted were legendary. Still Mike, the owner and her direct boss, had pleaded with her to bring the catering and attend as Kids Table management as he and his wife were leaving for a family wedding out of state. "Yah, I'll be there. Someone has to bring the catering. You?"
    "Yah, umm, well, it might not work if your just working it, but I was wonnering if you wanted to maybe do a Grow Up wif me?" Her eyes widened thoughtfully. A Grow Up was a type of extended date within the community, almost 2 dates in 1. You started with a Little activity, then moved on to a more regular adult date. This allowed you to get to know your prospective paramour's Little and Adult sides at the same time and see if you meshed well with both. She had only ever been on one herself, but this was a perfect opportunity to end her one night stand ways.
    The woman in front of her entered the changer, so she knew she only had a minute or two to finish this conversation. Giving one last push she grunted, "Yah, actually. I would like that." Feeling empty she relaxed and smiled, "You in any big rush? I am going to do my cash out in an hour and a half. We could sit, talk, have a nuggy platter and a bottle while I do?"
    "I would like that." He responded as the changer door opened and she walked through.
    -----
    Been super busy buying a house the last few months, and had to replace my phone a little ways back. Was going back over archived files and found 6 in progress stories/ chapters. Hopeing I can remember where I was going with them all so I can post them swiftly.
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    f3l1x4r reacted to MasterOptometrist in Olivia Smith Prefers Going In Her Pants   
    Chapter 2: Swim Team Love Story (wetting, messing, diapers, light sexual content)
    Olivia met Rob freshman year after they both joined the university swim team. Swimming was Olivia's sport, not least of all because it permitted her to pee freely during practice. Back in high school she was briefly on the soccer team, but running around in a wet pull-up chafed pretty bad, and she got caught the first time she wet herself on the pitch wearing panties, so she quit. When a friend on the swim team joked about how much they peed in the pool during practice, it was love at first sight. No one batted an eye on the swim team if they noticed the water around someone getting a bit warmer. She wasn't even the only girl to walk into the showers during a meet to disguise a deliberate "accident" through her obviously too-tight-to-remove competition swimsuit.
    Now, did the other girls ever have pee run down their legs when standing in line for an event? No, but no one said anything about it, either. Olivia was also unique for her habit of messing herself in the showers after a meet. She could reliably be caught pushing a load into her university-branded one-piece as she chatted with the other girls about their events. There was some initial teasing sure, but it wasn't like the other girls weren't pissing themselves at the same time, so it became more of an inside joke than an attempt at bullying. Olivia would step away to empty her suit into a toilet, come back to clean herself off, and what happened in the showers would stay in the showers.
    All that said, Olivia had managed to hide her diapers from the other girls. Usually, if she was coming straight from home, she'd change into panties for the drive to the athletic complex just to change out of them again to keep up appearances. So far, her bladder control had not proved bad enough for this to result in an accident. For away meets, though, she'd usually disembark the team bus with a wet diaper and use a bathroom stall to change under the pretense of actually using the toilet. She had a whole strategy. Usually, when out and about she'd wear a weather-appropriate dress or skirt to mask any diaper bulge; leggings or tights, again dependent on the weather; and then a strategic pair of full-cut panties to hide her pull-up-style diaper in the event of a strong wind, long staircase, or glass floor. If she was wet or messy she'd remove the tights and panties to put a fresh pull-up on. To keep up appearances for her teammates, though, she would tear the diaper at the sides, stash it in her duffel bag, and pull the panties back up. Then in the locker room proper she could take off her clothes and put her underpants on full display and the other girls would be none the wiser. Maybe they noticed that Olivia had a preferred cut of underwear or kept her private area completely clean-shaven, but that was not worthy of comment.
    If the team had practice or a home meet straight after class, Olivia had a preferred bathroom to remove her dirty diaper in. It was an accessible, all-gender bathroom down the left hallway of the athletic complex, and it was big and spacious and had a lidded garbage can she could leave her diaper in directly. The only issue was that the door opened straight into the hall which could spell disaster if she forgot to lock it. This happened exactly once, freshman year, when Rob busted in on the verge of pissing his own pants.
    Rob had swung open the door to the unlocked bathroom to reveal Olivia with her skirt held up, panties around her ankles, and a swollen, yellowed pull-up halfway down her legs. Olivia was mortified and froze like a deer in headlights. She'd later joke to Rob that she'd been so scared she'd felt more hot pee running down her inner thigh. But Rob, realizing that he'd intruded on something he shouldn't have, slammed the door shut, yelling "Sorry!!" as he fled in search of an unoccupied restroom. He avoided Olivia's gaze during practice (they swam in adjacent lanes) but followed her to her car afterwards to apologize. Olivia swore him to secrecy about what he had seen, and he was nice enough to be understanding and agree. Little did Olivia know that underneath Rob's embarrassment this incident had been deeply arousing. He never expected to get turned on by a woman pissing herself, let alone wearing a diaper. It led him down a rabbit hole of internet fetish content.
    Rob gave Olivia his number. They quickly became close friends now that the ice was broken and the two shared Olivia's intimate secret. Rob was one of the only people who knew Olivia wore diapers and who she could be fully candid with. Olivia even trusted Rob enough to ask him to bring her a fresh diaper after she soiled herself unwillingly in the middle of a lecture. Two months after Rob walked in on Olivia's life, the two could be found making out in a spare room at a joint swim team/track and field party. Olivia braced herself as Rob felt her up under her skirt. This was a moment of truth. She had few regrets about her relative incontinence but one of them was its impact on her love life. Until Rob there was never a boy she was close enough to to run the risk of scaring them away with her love of diapers and soiling herself. But Rob was different - clearly he could feel the beer-fueled soaking her pull-up had received, hidden underneath her signature full-cut panties, but he wasn't turned off in the slightest. They fooled around for what seemed like ages, until Olivia wet herself again (Fuck, I can't hold it anymore! This is so embarrassing, his hand is between my legs he can probably feel me peeing... wait, is he getting turned on by this? Oh my god, his dick is so hard!) and her pull-up began to leak. Rob offered to help her get cleaned up and they ended up in his dorm room. They spent the night together, and the rest is history.
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    f3l1x4r reacted to nappyslave1 in My messy diaper adventure   
    I’ve been a dl for a few years and indulging my hypnosis fantasy by listening to erotic diaper hypno in my free time with the goal of becoming diaper dependent. I’ve indulged recently working from home and confess to messing my diaper on an online work teams meeting. I must have blushed and thank goodness my mic was silenced!!!! Well I had a few errands to run despite working from home and am too shy normally to wear diapers but I suddenly realised I needed the potty yes a needed to go poopoo but thought I could make it there and back but the thought of an accident was slightly arousing. I ran to my cupboard and put on a pair of pull-ups and after checking they didn’t show through my jeans in front of the mirror I dashed to the car. What I wasn’t expecting was a queue of traffic for emergency road repairs. I suddenly became conscious that an accident was a possibility! What if I poo in my car????? I’d have to come home. But just then the traffic cleared and I thought as the feeling in my stomach went away let’s just be quick. When I pulled up in the car park I was suddenly conscious I was in need of a potty and soon but I persevered and went to look. What I became aware of was a sudden urge to pee and a sudden wave of arousal at my predicament and a sudden hot blushing sensation as I suddenly realised I was pre cumming into my diaper. Thank goodness for the diaper or I would have a big wet patch on my crotch! Thankfully the store wasn’t too busy but I was aware of another wave of desperation hitting me “oh no” I whimpered as I had to stand still and stiff clenching with all my might. “This was clearly a mistake” I thought “I’m going to poo myself in front of everyone!” The wave went and I straightened up and determined I need to get out of here and quick. The sudden focus made me aware I felt very damp at the front and I had to discretely check my crotch I was ok. I grabbed my items and dashed to the checkout to find an elderly lady at the only open checkout with a weeks provisions. There was nothing I could do, I was aroused embarrassed and I felt my hole was going to give way any second. “Come on please” it seemed like forever, I think I was rude to the cashier as she tried to start a conversation but I just needed to go. I could feel a build up and was tensing. “ oh god” how was I going to leave I genuinely felt o would just poo there and then in front of this poor woman if I tried to move! I paid and thank good the wave passed, I grabbed my bag and marched out “god that was close” but I barely got to the door and the sound of a wet fart was audible “oh no did anyone here me” and then the wet sensation that told me I was losing it I was pooing myself in a supermarket in full view if everyone. I just panicked and dashed straight to my car! The action of walking was no help, every time I put pressure on my foot more poo escaped and I was at least 20 paces from my car and then what? I would have to sit in it “please don’t leak please don’t leak” I muttered as I lowered myself gently onto my bottom just as a huge gush of liquid entered my diaper. I sat for a moment embarrassed and worried. I had no choice I drove home to the intermittent unstoppable wet farting sound I was completely losing bowel control! It was my fantasy but not now!!! I pulled up outside my house wondering if I could get out of the car! Had I leaked would people tell and I felt there was more to come! All this was too much for me the arousal was confusing and distracting, my crotch was so sensitive I felt I was going to cum any second. I waited till the coast was clear and managed to waddle to my house. I locked the door and pulled down my jeans and thank goodness no leaks but my hallway mirror revealed the sag around my bottom and the brown stains by the elastic aged leg holes and the tell tale yellow stained crotch and then it happened a final string stomach cramp and a complete loss of control of my body, the mess began to leak down the inside of my leg and the intense arousal resulted in uncontrollable ejaculation….
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    f3l1x4r reacted to Toady567 in Awesome bathroom fun today - messing warning   
    Happy new year! As the title states there is a messing warning with this story. If you don’t like poo, it’s not too late to turn around and not read any further!
    I don’t always have a ton of privacy so most of my indulgence in our shared fetishes has to be discreet. Today was no exception. 
    Once my SO was off to work, it was time for me to adjourn a depends and have a little fun.! I had to pee fairly badly and as always with disposable undies, I have to pee carefullly so I don’t cause major or even minor leakage, though I’m wearing dark pajama pants just in case. I’ve been out of depends for a couple of months so purchasing them on Friday after work was a treat! I had an hours worth of privacy so I did some wetting on the way to the grocery store. I may have gone slightly overboard because I had a small leak into my undies but I was wearing black sweatpants and it didn’t manage to show on them. 
    Anyway, back to today. I sat on my porch, drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette. These three things combined with the pressure on my bladder caused my first round of naughtiness and I peed a little. It was enough to ease the pressure and warm me up. I live in Maine and it isn’t freezing cold right now, only mild, but the warmth in my diaper felt so good. I enjoyed the feeling and went about my morning. I wet a couple of more times to warm up and enjoy that comforting feeling of sitting in my pee. 
    I’ve been growing my beard out since early November and I knew today I would trim it neatly. I changed out of the wet depends into a fresh pair. I went into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I took off my shirt as I normally do to trim or shave so that I don’t get hair on it. I took a few minutes to groom my beard before shaving. I was deciding on if I really intended to trim it up neatly or see what happens if I let it grow. While I stood there I peed full force for a few seconds and instantly I felt that warm feeling. I stopped before it could overflow as I was still wearing my pajama bottoms and I hadn’t brought a change of clothes in. I obviously didn’t want them soaked with pee as I planned on wearing them after. Then I started cleaning up my beard line and I slowly finished peeing, soaking the front of the depends. No unwanted leakage!
    Now I did have a strong urge to poop, which had been building all morning long (it was almost 1pm). I had been doing a great job at holding so I could wait for the right moment. I pushed out a couple of nice smelling farts. I realized the moment I was waiting for was now so I pushed some more. Nice smelling farts permeated the air. 
    I was definitely getting in the ‘zone’. To me, getting into the zone means not caring what’s going on around me as the enticement of filling my jeans with piss or pants with poo or some combo of both is too strong for me to ignore or walk away from. I always have that thought before I get wet or messy or both that there is a moment of no return where the decision to back away and use the toilet like a so called normal person is no longer an option. Every second leading up to that point, I feel as though I have some modicum of control. I don’t really have to do this after all , I could stop now and avoid the clean up or the chance of getting caught, which kind you is a possibility if you have roommates that aren’t leaving for the day or even a few hours. Two of my roommates were home today I must remind you otherwise I would’ve shit my pants on the porch while my neighbors went about their day without a clue to me having a load in my diaper!
    I had trimmed up the sides of my beard but left the goatee long to see what it looked like. It wasn’t too bad in case you’re wondering. I kinda looked like a hillbilly but ‘round here that could be a compliment. I knew I would trim the goatee to match the length of my beard and my time grooming would end soon.
    Thats when I passed the point of no return. Slowly I pushed and began pooping in my depends. I can’t really explain how good it felt (and smelt) while I stood there in the zone filling my pants. I could feel the heaviness sag down. I got a little anxious some might come out of the sides so I took off my pajama bottoms (it does excite me slightly that I am wearing those pajama bottoms again after my naughtiness). It took about a minute to fill my depends and I was actually quite shocked at how much I pushed out! I felt the sag and determined it was maybe softball size. If I had more time and privacy, I surely would’ve sat on it! Instead I stood there enjoyment the feel of the mess in my pants and the odor! 
    I finished trimming up my goatee to match my beard and then I also trimmed nose and ear hairs I’ve neglected while content with the load of poop in my diaper and between my butt cheeks! 
    Clean up wasn’t too bad. The first part was solid while the end was was soft and mushy. A half a roll of toilet paper and a shower after and the only evidence was my shitty diaper I disposed of on the trash, which I haven’t taken outside for trash day.
    Now I’m wearing my naughty pajama bottoms, a fresh depends and my beard is neat and trimmed! 
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    f3l1x4r reacted to LizzyMcdinga in Diaper Mess At Old Navy   
    So one day is Brisbane Australia me and my sister Lilly was at the mall we have here in Brisbane weird enough it had an old navy clothing store that Lilly loves to shop at I was in diapers cause my bowels and bladder weren't the best at the that time i was 18 btw now I'm 24 but anyway Lilly was shopping for like an hour and I had to shit as well and all my sister can say was just use your diaper over and over I couldn't do that do I waited but after awhile I begin to fart very wet like I was at my limit as fart after fart I was about to blow so at defeat I squared down and started messing my diaper as lump after lump came out of my ass making my diaper full as I eventually finished and my sister noticed and after she was done with shopping we went home as she changed me it was an embarrassing moment for me mates 
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    f3l1x4r reacted to CuteNWet in Wetting and messing diaper in public   
    Hi all, this is my first post.  I wanted to tell a true story of something I did a couple of years ago.  I hope you like it.
    I sometimes work out of town, and that's usually my chance to get a bit more elaborate with my play.  This time I had bought a whole bunch of babyish kind of stuff on the way there, because I drove and I could stop at a bunch of different stores on the way in towns where no one knows me.  (Side note, I like breaking up my purchases, like buying adult diapers is one thing, but I don't like buying, say, a pacifier at the same time--different store, doesn't look as weird).  So I had a couple pairs of overalls (which I love), cute hair clips, pacifiers, baby powder, of course diapers (just Walmart brand), and some cute pink PJs. 
    I've always wanted to try wetting a diaper in public, but I never had the courage to do it.  This time I was in a hotel in a  town where no one knew me, so it was a little less scary.
    My hotel was a couple blocks away from a mall, and the path there was well lit enough that I wasn't too nervous about using it at night, but dark enough that I would have a bit of privacy.  My plan was to drink a lot of water, then walk to the mall because I had to use the ATM anyway, then walk back, and somewhere along there wet my diaper.
    I started out getting dressed, diaper of course, with lots of baby powder, overalls, pink tshirt, and my hair in two braids.  I like putting my hair in pigtails when I'm playing just cause it makes me feel so little, but I thought the braids would be a little less overtly cute for being in public, but just cute enough.  I ended up putting on a sweater over my overalls too.
    I walked to the mall, and let me just say that walking around in a diaper is sooo fun!  No one knows, but you can feel the padding every time you take a step.  I went into the mall and found the ATM.  While I was getting my money, I slowly let a bit out into my diaper.  I was sooo nervous I was shaking!  But it felt sooo good, nice and warm.  Then all of a sudden I felt a little spurt going down my leg!  So I quickly stopped, finished up, and got out of there.  Luckily it was only a little bit, and no one except me knew that my diaper was wet and my overalls were a bit damp.  Anyone else watching would have seen a 23 year old woman using an ATM, but inside I felt like a wittle toddler in my wet diaper and overalls.
    On the way back there was a little park or sitting area or something, so I stopped there and pretended to be looking at my phone.  In reality my whole body was shaking, and I couldn't concentrate on anything else!  I started peeing in my diaper.  I had to go pretty bad, but I had let off a bit of pressure in the mall already, but it was still a lot.  I could feel the diaper getting so warm and heavy and I was scared to move.  Then I started to feel another urge, and I wasn't really planning on this, but I realized I also had to go #2!  By this time I was so excited, my judgement was probably impaired a bit, and I just started pushing!  I didn't have to push too hard before I totally started pooping in my diaper!  I could feel the straps on my overalls pushing down on my shoulders as the diaper filled up.
    So now I'm standing there in a park with a totally soaked, messy diaper, feeling like a toddler, and I still have a five minute walk back to the hotel, through the lobby, and to my room.  I just stood there kind of in shock for a few minutes.  What I really wanted at that point was for someone to come along, pick me up, put me in a car seat, drive me home, change me into a clean diaper and pjs, feed me a bottle, and put me in my crib in the nursery.  Unfortunately that was all just a fantasy, and no one came 😞
    It's hard to describe the walk back to the hotel.  It was like I was drunk or high, totally scared, totally excited, trying not to waddle (spoiler alert, I didn't succeed), hoping I wasn't leaking too bad (spoiler alert, I was), hoping I wouldn't pass anyone on the sidewalk too closely.  I don't actually remember much, just the feeling of my overalls pushing down on my shoulders, and my totally soaked, messy diaper between my legs.  I was so aroused I probably would have came right there if I wasn't so scared.  I do remember passing by a couple of road construction workers or something, and I remember them eyeing me up a bit, and me thinking "buddy, you have no idea what you're looking at as I walk by you in my soaked messy diaper"
    I got back to my hotel room (I don't know how).  I checked my overalls when I got in, and there was definitely a wet spot around my crotch.  Telltale diaper leak marks, but not running down my leg yet.  Probably not noticeable in the dark, but anyone in the hotel lobby would have been able to see if they looked.   I have no idea if there was anyone there, I was too scared. 
    I was barely in the room before I grabbed my pacifier, and then started wetting myself again.  This time the diaper couldn't hold any more and I was basically just peeing my pants at that point.  I ended touching myself through my wet clothes and diaper and had the biggest orgasm I have ever had in my life. 
    Then I took a long shower :)
     
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    f3l1x4r got a reaction from Messy96 in Ashley's Really Poopy Diaper Part 3   
    That was an amazing finale. 
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    f3l1x4r got a reaction from Messy96 in Ashley's Really Poopy Diaper Part 2   
    I have to say, I think this is turning into one of my most favourite story ever. Just a girl and her obsession for achieving an ever poopier diaper, and using it for sexual gratification. And I gotta agree with her, a combination of firm thick logs and soft mush is the best.
    Also props to May for not derailing the story. After all the trouble Ashley went through to sneak her prized loaded pamper back in, and all that food she ate, I'd have been real disappointed if she didn't get to complete her masterpiece.  
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    f3l1x4r got a reaction from Messy96 in Ashley's Really Poopy Diaper Part 1   
    This is great so far! Can't wait for the rest!
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    f3l1x4r reacted to FR123FR in My Sister’s Punishment   
    Well, I can only apologise for how long this has taken. Here’s Part 7: 
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    When Sarah woke up the following morning, she quickly remembered the previous night’s events. She liked the feeling of the diaper between her legs in a way she’d never admit. Sarah knew she would need to act fast if she wanted to make her Mom stay in diapers as a punishment. She looked at the clock and saw it was 7am. There was no way her hungover mother would be up yet. 
     
    Sarah decided she had to steal her Mom’s phone in order to make it impossible for Claudia to post the videos of her being diapered and having her ass wiped by her brother. She knew the videos were on Darren’s phone but deleting them from there would have to wait til later. 
     
    When Sarah arose from bed, her diaper sagged a little bit which was a strange but not bad feeling for her. She felt the need to do her morning pee and poop but she had to sneak into her Mom’s room first. Luckily for Sarah, she realised that her Mom’s curtains weren’t closed so she had the morning daylight’s help finding her Mom’s phone. She quietly opened the door and the first thing that hit her was the smell of her mothers accident last night. It was bad but not awful and Sarah hid a smirk as she grabbed Claudia’s phone and began to leave the room. She took one last look at her mother sleeping face down with her messy diaper facing the ceiling. How Sarah would have loved to give her a hard spanking right then but she couldn’t. Not if she wanted to carry out her plan that was. Sarah turned back and grabbed the pack of diapers as well. She’d need them too. 
     
    Finally free of Claudia’s room, she had to hide the phone in her room for now but that would have to change to her school locker on Monday. Since it was so early, Sarah decided to head back to bed for a little bit more sleep. Just as she got comfortable she cursed to herself. She had forgotten to go to the bathroom. She figured this was the last diaper she would be wearing so she decided she may as well experience the warm feeling of a freshly wet diaper one more time. Sarah let the floodgates loose and fully peed in her diaper for one last time. She loved this feeling and she put both her hands on the crotch of her diaper to further enjoy it. 
     
    Sarah still had to poop though and she wasn’t going to purposefully do that in a diaper. She knew she’d have to get up and go to the toilet. However, Sarah was feeling adventurous and decided, against her better judgement, to just push a little bit to let about a quarter of a log sit between her ass cheeks without touching the diaper just to see how it felt one more time. She could then go and waddle to the toilet to finish her business like an adult. 
     
    Sarah pushed and instantly she knew she had pushed too hard! First came a few quick, loud farts and then a full log came out with what Sarah thought was little to no effort. She was shocked and quickly stood up from her bed but this only made her need to go even worse and she squatted down and held her stomach as she was forced to push everything out of her. What ended up in her diaper was three logs of soft but solid poop. Sarah was mortified and to top her embarrassment off, a spurt of pee shot out just after her ass released its last bit of poop. It caused the diaper to leak slightly onto her legs but nothing fell onto the floor or her bed. 
     
    She finally stood up and her diaper sagged more than she thought it possibly could without falling off. She had to quickly get cleaned up in the bathroom and make sure no one found out about this accident. Last night was different, she was forced to use the diapers. She had no excuse this morning. As she was leaving her room, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and thought with tears in her eyes how could anyone find her beautiful. Everyone knew she was beautiful though although some would be repulsed if they saw her in this state, a lot of people would find her even more beautiful and delicate. 
     
    Sarah was relieved when everyone was still asleep. She took the diaper off in the bathroom and had a much needed shower. After Sarah had freshened up and thought about her revenge on her mother, she felt a lot better. She got dressed and prepared her phone to film. 
     
    It was time to wake up Claudia…
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    I hoped you liked this part and please leave feedback as to what could be better and what you’d like to see!
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    f3l1x4r reacted to FR123FR in My Sister’s Punishment   
    Well, here it is! I’m really sorry for taking so long, I just haven’t had the time at all but hopefully I can get a few parts done this week. 
    This part contains wetting, messing and solo sexual feelings. 
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    Part 6:
     
    Claudia couldn’t stop laughing with her friends as she told them of Sarah’s punishment. They couldn’t believe she’d actually enforce a punishment that bad on her children. Each of them knew not to question her parenting though as she got heavily defensive about her “methods.”
     
    “Well Claudia, with your logic that any adult who can’t hold it should be in diapers, I believe it’s only fair that you prove that by not using the bathroom at all tonight until you get home. That seems fair, right girls?” Debbie said
     
    Debbie had always disliked Claudia and her parenting to those two poor kids so she would do everything she could to make Claudia have an accident tonight. 
     
    All the women nodded as Claudia said that she supposed so. She didn’t let it show but this worried her a bit as she had wanted to drink a lot tonight. She would just have to drink sparingly she thought. 
     
    The girl’s night continued as normal after that as the conversation moved on. Each girl had gotten up and gone to the bathroom at some point. All except Claudia. She definitely felt the need to go but her pride had gotten in her way from going to the toilet. She just tried to listen to the conversation and forget about her need to go. 
     
    Two hours later, Claudia’s pee desperation was at the highest she’d ever had and even worse than that, she had to poop pretty badly too. She was delighted that the girls decided to call it a night then. 
     
    “I guess you proved to us how grown up you are Claudia” Debbie said. “Although it is pretty clear that you’re desperate for the toilet. You can go now if you like.”
     
    Claudia nearly jumped at the opportunity but against her better judgement, she politely rejected and said she could easily hold it until she got home. She didn’t know how true that was but she had always disliked Debbie and was delighted to have not given her the satisfaction of being proven right. 
     
    The women went their separate ways and as soon as Claudia was out of sight she began to run home. Her run didn’t last long though as it only made her need to pee and poop worse. She trudged and struggled all the way home until finally she was in her driveway. 
     
    The relief of having made it home loosened her control of her pee and she leaked a little bit in her white panties. Claudia could also feel a log pushed right up against her butt hole. She regained her composure as she struggled to find her keys and opened the door. As she frantically stepped into the house, Claudia lost control of her pee and it came out in gushes. She ran up the stairs towards her toilet all while still peeing. She cursed to herself as she saw Darren and Sarah had witnessed her predicament. 
     
    She made it to her bathroom and slammed the door shut however, she had forgotten to lock it and also in her state, didn’t even notice the smell of Sarah’s messed diaper. She didn’t care at this point. She sat on the toilet without even lifting her dress up and peed for a minute straight. The euphoria of finally releasing her much needed pee was too much for her and she started to touch herself, momentarily forgetting about her really bad need to poop. She needed to bring herself to orgasm and now. 
     
    Almost cruelly, however, Sarah barged in filming and laughing at her mother. “Oh my God, Mom! Are you enjoying the fact you pissed yourself like a baby?! What was that you said earlier? Any adult that can’t control their needs should be in diapers?”
     
    Sarah pulled her drunk mother off the toilet and pushed her onto her bed. At this point, Darren had no interest in what was happening and had gone to bed. Sarah lifted her mother’s dress off her all while keeping her pushed down on the bed. 
     
    Claudia was not even wearing a bra and sat there only in her white panties, still desperately needing to poo. Sarah pulled Claudia’s panties down and laughed even more while she showed the camera a very obvious skid mark in her mother’s underwear. 
     
    “Need to go poopies Mom?” Sarah asked like talking to a baby. 
     
    Claudia didn’t respond and instead tried to force her way up to the toilet but Sarah was too strong for her drunken mother and forced her back down. Claudia decided then that she’d make this as difficult as she could for Sarah. 
     
    Don’t forget that Sarah was still diapered as she did all this so it was quite a sight to behold!
     
    Sarah lifted her mom’s legs in the air and placed a diaper under her bum. Before Sarah taped the diaper up, she wanted to show the camera Claudia’s hairy privates. As she did this, Claudia pushed! The desperation was too much for her and she decided since Sarah would be punishing her anyway, she didn’t care. Claudia pushed three solid logs of poop onto the open diaper! A mixture of the relief of finally getting her poop out of her, her denied orgasm after peeing and her drunkenness led Claudia to do the unthinkable. She started furiously masturbating! She had one of the best orgasms of her life right in front of her diapered, filming daughter and just after she had pissed and shit herself too!
     
    “Clean me you little bitch!” Claudia laughed aggressively, thinking she had scared Sarah off and won the battle. 
     
    Sarah was shell shocked but she was determined not to lose this. Instead of cleaning her mom, she taped the diaper up! 
     
    “You will be spending the night in your mess until I decide to change you tomorrow morning. If you change yourself, this video will be sent to all your friends and work colleagues. You may wash your hands though.” Sarah confidently and triumphantly said. She knew she had won. Sarah left the room and shut the door. 
     
    Claudia didn’t know what to do. She was still recovering from her incredible orgasm but she was sobering up and felt disgusted as she sat on her poop and lay down to try go to sleep. She couldn’t let anyone find out about this. 
     
    Sarah went to bed still understandably shocked by all that had happened. She didn’t know how to feel but she was ashamed to admit to herself that she was incredibly aroused by it. She also had to pee now and she just let it come out into her diaper. The warmth and relief sent her over the edge and she brought herself to a heavy orgasm. Sarah had never felt anything like she had in the last 15 minutes or so. 
     
    What a day it had been. 
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    I hope you all enjoyed that, please let me know what you think and what you would maybe change going forward. Thank you all for the interactions and love for this story. I promise the next part won’t take as long to come out as this one!
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