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  1. I’m afraid I can’t be as sympathetic as some. I’m extremely supportive and empathetic towards the entire LGBQT community, counting many of my friends as well. But to be honest, this post annoys me a bit. If I was to make any sort of post or comment regarding LGBQT people making me uncomfortable, I would be quite rightly lambasted and criticised for doing so. But here we are, once again, where simply because I’m a straight, white, cis male, I happen to make people feel uncomfortable, and it’s okay to “call me out” on it. Im sorry you feel this way, but it reeks of double standards. Yes, the gay community does get badly discriminated against, and that’s terrible, but to announce on a site that caters for everyone, even straight people, that others make you uncomfortable is frankly rude. It’s right up there with me saying something like “Black people make me uncomfortable.” I hope you find peace.
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    Penny’s New Bike

    Chapter 4 Penny and Derek chatted amiably on the drive up the freeway, while her phone continued to emit occasional pings and pops. Her Snapchat, Instagram and Facebook accounts were all jingling along merrily, as her friends and followers expressed their support for her either in “likes” or comments. Although her father kept telling her that he really should just drop her off and go, he was almost as excited as what she was, and he couldn’t resist walking into the shop with her to get a glimpse of her new bike. “Oh wow Penny. You’re right. That is an incredible looking machine,” he exclaimed in awe, marvelling at how light it was when he picked it up with one hand. Penny beamed with joy. “I know dad. Right? It’s awesome!” “Good morning. Can I help you,” a voice enquired from behind them, causing them to turn around, coming face to face with a smiling sales lady, maybe 10 years older than Penny. Penny nervously stuck out her hand, and introduced herself, “I won this bike in the Cancer Raffle,” she added. The lady beamed with delight. “Penny! Of course you did! We’ve been expecting you this morning. We’re all so excited for you. Congratulations! You’ve got a heap of things to look at and pick out as part of your package!” Derek gave his daughter a quick squeeze around the shoulders. “It looks like everything is under control here Pen. I better get to the office. You sure you’re okay riding home?” She kissed her father lightly on the cheek, and assured him that she’d be fine, and let the sales lady, Veronica, lead her over to meet the store manager as Derek left. The manager, Steve, was just as nice as Veronica, and they began giving her a tour of the store, pointing out the various accessories and clothing that she could choose from to customise her new bike. “Once your kitted out, we’d like to get some photos of you and the bike for our Facebook page, and a small story in the local paper,” Steve informed her, and Penny readily agreed. Penny noticed a Coke machine near the counter, so she purchased a 600ml bottle to sip on, as the tour progressed. There was so much to choose from! The style of handlebars, the seat, the pedals, trip meter, water bottle, and they hadn’t even gotten to the clothes yet! It didn’t take too long though, perhaps 20 minutes, as Penny sat on a few different bikes and experimented with a few styles. She was pretty ambivalent about most things, except for deciding straight away that she definitely didn’t want the pedals that clipped her feet in place, worried that she wouldn’t be able to unclip them in time when she had to stop. “Okay,” Veronica announced with a clap of her hands. “Steve will get one of the boys out back to set it up for you, then we’ll get the seat and handle bars set up correctly. Now comes the fun part, the clothes!” She calculated how much of her budget was still available, and Penny was delighted to discover it was probably more than she had thought. She would definitely be able to dress herself nicely from head to toe. She disposed of her now empty Coke bottle, (thinking where on Earth did that go?) and headed into the clothing section. Having already Googled her options, her heart was set on black and pink, and she wasted no time in choosing a matching outfit. She began with a lycra riding shirt that was predominantly black and grey, with large pink splashes under the arms, matching black lycra knee length shorts, black, but with hot pink inner legs and crotch, hot pink ankle socks, a pink helmet, white riding shoes with pink highlights and laces, and a pink and white drink bottle. She admired her reflection in the change room mirror, and after alternating between a few different sizes, she was completely dressed and ready to go, and proudly thought to herself that she looked almost like a professional rider, and she loved how the skintight clothing accentuated her boobs and bum. She particularly liked the bright pink flashes running down her inner legs and over her crotch, which seemed to draw attention to her well formed legs, and displayed her pubic mound nicely, without giving her a camel toe. She packed her old clothes and flip flops into her backpack, and headed back to the counter just as her new bike was being wheeled out. Straddling the bike, the young assistants adjusted the heights of the seat and handlebars, and positioned the brakes and gear levers at there optimum placement for her natural grip. Veronica was busily ringing up the total, and happily informed Penny that she had spent her voucher very well, and had ten dollars left. Wanting to get absolute maximum benefit from her prize, Penny added another 600ml Coke, and a 600ml bottle of water for her new riding bottle, and her money was then completely spent. She didn’t particularly feel like she needed the second bottle of Coke, but hey, she wasn’t going to waste anything, so she proceeded to start drinking it, as the employees started setting up for the photo shoot. Although she wasn’t overly thirsty, Penny drank deeply, more out of a feeling of almost over anxious excitement rather than thirst. Her photo was going to appear in the local paper, and she would be sure to get someone to take a couple of pictures using her own phone as well, as her IG and Facebook accounts were now well and truly due for the first proper photos of the day. Veronica produced a very expensive looking camera, and handed it to one of the younger workers, and thus the photo shoot began. Penny assumed a number of happy, smiling poses, standing beside the bike, wearing her new clothes and helmet, alternating between giving handshakes to Steve and Veronica. It took a bit longer than usual, as Penny had given the young man her phone as well, shyly asking him to take the same pictures for her as they went through it all. In no time at all, she had somehow managed to finish her second bottle of Coke, meaning that she had drank 1.2 litres since walking into the shop less than two hours ago, and she admonished herself for doing so. She usually tried to limit the amount of sugary drinks that she consumed, as she was still prone to the occasional outbreak of acne if she drank too much. Bah. That would be tomorrow’s problem now. Today, her face was blemish free and looking pretty, which was the most important thing considering the selfies that still needed to be taken. “This is great!” Steve said with a grin. “You should be a model, Penny.” This will be a great advertisement for the shop! Now, if we could have just a couple more of you sitting on your new bike please?” Happy to oblige, Penny swung her leg high and over the saddle easily, but she suddenly grimaced just before her bottom came to rest on the seat. As she’d performed that manoeuvre, her bladder had announced that it was nearly at capacity, and Penny had felt a slight loosening sensation from between her lycra covered legs, and she hunched forward a bit, pressing her suddenly quivering pee hole firmly into the seat. For a nasty second, she had thought that she had wet her pants, or was about to, but by clamping down hard on her pelvic muscles, she realised that although she had almost leaked, she hadn’t, at least not yet. The feeling surprised her, as she had had absolutely no realisation up until then that she needed to pee at all, her level of excitement keeping most other thoughts at bay, but now she had felt it, she couldn’t unfeel it, and the fullness coming from her bladder seemed like the most overpowering sensation of all. How she hadn’t noticed it before was a mystery to her, but now, she realised that she desperately needed to visit a toilet as a matter of urgency. However, she was able to maintain her smile, knowing that these photos were important, and although she was clamping her pelvic muscles with all her might, nobody looking on would’ve been at all the wiser. Not a moment too soon, the photo shoot was over, and Penny very carefully swung her leg back off the bike, silently gritting her teeth the whole time, then tried to stand nonchalantly without it looking like she was squeezing her thighs together with all her might. She looked nervously around the store, hoping to see a public bathroom, but to no avail. This was bad. She needed to go to the toilet LIKE RIGHT NOW, and had no idea where the nearest public bathrooms might be located. Salvation came to her in the form of Veronica, who sidled up to the girl and whispered conspiratorially in her ear. “Thanks for that Penny, I’m sure you’ll help us sell lots of bikes! But, you’ve got a big ride ahead of you, would you like to use the bathroom before you go?” Penny blushed, as deeply pink as the splashes on her new clothes. “Oh my God, is it that noticeable?” Veronica laughed. “Oh dear! You do, don’t you? No darling, I didn’t notice at all, really! I just know what it’s like trying to ride when I need to use the toilet, that’s all! I just thought you might want to make a quick pit stop before you left. There’s an employee rest room out the back if you want to go?” A furiously blushing Penny nodded her head quickly. “Yes please Veronica, I, Uh, was actually thinking I might need to go before I start riding. Too much Coke I think...” Veronica led her around the back of the counter, and through a door marked “Employees Only,” and Penny followed her down a short corridor, past a small staff room, to where there were two doors side by side, marked Men’s and Ladies respectfully. Forgetting all semblance of maintaining here composure, Penny uttered a strained “Thanks,” and hurried into the ladies bathroom, which was empty, and contained two stalls. The sight of a toilet, and the potential relief it promised, made her pee hole twitch violently, and she felt a drop or two leak out, as she ran into the cubicle, yanking her new cycling shorts quickly down, and biting her bottom lip, as she tried to stifle a moan as she wrestled with her bikini panties. Her bottom hit the seat a full second before her bladder capitulated, and she couldn’t muffle the sigh of relief as her pent up stream flowed strongly into the bowl below. She nervously looked down, into the pants that were puddled around the hot pink ankle socks she wore, and saw a wet spot in her bikini, the size and shape of a small egg. With a furiously beating heart, she looked further, into her new lycra pants, and sighed with relief when she saw that the pink lycra crotch was still dry. Penny pulled a wad of toilet paper off the roll, and started blotting her bikini pants, trying to calculate exactly how much she had drank so far today, and figure out why she had been suddenly hit with such a strong bout of desperation. As she calculated, it became suddenly clear. Three large coffees, two glasses of juice, a glass of water, and over a litre of Coke. God! No wonder she had needed to pee so quickly. She still had to ride home yet as well! Plus, one more coffee was obligatory, as the “#Sitting In The Cafe, Enjoying Breakfast With My New Bike,” selfie, showiness the bike behind a carefully positioned shot of her eggs Benedict and latte was an imperative part of her Social Media plans for the day. “I’ll just have to make sure I make a bathroom stop if I need one,” she chided herself, as she pulled her slightly soggy bikini pants back up, followed by her shorts, then she washed her hands, and went to say her final goodbyes to Steve and Veronica, hoping that her knickers would dry before a wet spot became visible on her pink crotch. They should. It was a lovely day for a ride.
  3. I don’t live alone, as I have a wife and kids, so absolute guaranteed alone time to indulge is a rare thing. When that happens, one of my favourite things to do is just openly wear a diaper, maybe with a t-shirt, and cute socks. I do get the chance to wet reasonably often, although that’s limited mostly to the shower, but wearing a nappy is a rare privilege. I don’t even necessarily have to use it, although I usually do, but it’s great being able to just relax and spend time openly diapered!
  4. Thanks. That’s the thing I was trying to get with the characters, how different ones experienced it in their own way. Dan absolutely hated it at first, and felt it was ruining his life. Then Amy came along and showed him that while it wasn’t a great thing, he could actually learn to have some fun with it as well. Amy just accepts it. She’s not happy about being incontinent, bus has accepted it for what it is. Since she met Dan, she’s been a lot happier because theirs finally someone else she can talk to. Nikki just loves deliberately wetting her pants. There’s really no particular reason, but she loves doing it. Since discovering diapers, her interest is expanding. Strangely enough, I think Nikki is the only true Diaper Lover there. Dan and Amy wish they didn’t need them, Scott and Aiden don’t like them, and Maria just doesn’t care very much. But Nikki would wear 24/7 if she could. The partnership of Dan and Amy combined has led them to discover a more sexual side of their problem, and while they probably don’t quite understand it, they know they like it. Maria is a holder. Not so much into the wetting, but loves holding and desperation. Since she discussed her mama doesn’t really mind if she has an accident, she’s enjoying pushing herself and experimenting with holding. Aiden feels extremely childish still. His mother still looks at him as her little boy, and although he hates wetting the bed, he appreciates the fact that his mum is understanding about it, and he isn’t in a huge hurry to grow up. Scott hates it, and is extremely embarrassed by it. In all other aspects of his life, he’s one of the cool kids. Popular, athletic, good looking, and mature for his age, except for his dreaded night time problem. So every character has their own take on it, and they’re all little facets of how I feel. I’m a bit of them all.
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    Using a diaper both ways round

    I’ve done this before as well. Wetting while standing up, and pointing up, getting the front and crotch soaked, then reversing it for another go. It feels incredible having your butt all warm and wet, with the new front of the diaper is still dry. It helps me to imagine what a girl might feel like if she wet her nappy while sitting down. 10/10 would recommend!
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    In the saddle

    Loving this story!
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    Penny’s New Bike

    Chapter 3 Penny stepped out of the shower with her head spinning. She had not intended to pleasure herself at all. As a matter of fact, until she had started washing, bringing herself to orgasm would’ve been the furthest thing from her mind. All she had wanted to do, was cleanse herself of her shameful accident, and give her clothes a much needed rinsing, so exactly where that sudden burst of horniness had come from, she had no idea. In fact, as her orgasm had approached, she had been thinking of absolutely nothing at all, just enjoying the sensation of her fingers rubbing against her special spot with ever increasing pressure and urgency. Usually, she fantasied about whichever person she was currently crushing on, (usually boys, but not always) but this time, the simple act of touching herself had been enough. It was weird, she thought, and decided that she might try it again in the future, just clearing her mind of any of her normal fantasies, and concentrating on the physical act of pleasure itself. If only she knew what had triggered that desire in the first place. But there was no time for further contemplation now, she had to get her laundry in the washing machine before her parents got up. After toweling herself at least mostly dry, she again wetted a towel, and gave the floor another good wipe, finally convinced that all the evidence of her humiliating accident had been properly erased. She slipped into her shorts and t-shirt, and padded quickly but quietly to the laundry room, where she was able to get her embarrassing load of laundry started without anyone asking any awkward questions. Back in her room, she undressed again, and started from scratch, wriggling into her little bikini, before tying her hair back into what she hoped look like a cute but sporty ponytail, then sat on the floor to paint her toenails. After all, an IG pic of her pretty feet in the sand at the beach was one of her many planned social media updates for the day. When her toenails and then fingernails were freshly painted and dry, she again dressed herself in her cute little shorts and strappy shirt. While she was preparing, she was severely admonishing herself mentally at the same time. After two years of not having a big wetting accident, she was angry that she had now put herself in the position of doing so not once, but twice in less than a day. That wasn’t good enough, and it had to stop. Both times were caused by her failing to listen to her body crying out for relief, and she resolved to herself that she simply wouldn’t let it happen again. Yes, her panties might sometimes get a bit wet if she got a bit excited, or coughed, laughed, sneezed, or even tried doing something physical with a full bladder, but that was different. A little occasional leak was something a lot of women endured, she knew this, as she had researched it, but full-on wetting yourself was something completely different. Especially if it was completely avoidable by simply going to the toilet when you knew you needed it! Yep. From now on, she wouldn’t hesitate to visit a bathroom if the urge hit her, and she would just accept the fact that sometimes damp panties would occur as she went about her daily life. After all, her occasional little leaks were usually just that, little. She rarely lost more than a drop or two, or perhaps maybe a tiny little leak. Her natural choice of clothing leant more towards dresses and skirts, or darker coloured jeans and shorts, and she knew from experience that her tiny dribbles rarely showed on her outer clothes anyway. “It’s a good thing I don’t go for light grey or pink yoga pants,” she thought with a chuckle. “That would be a bit more awkward!” The sound of her mum moving in the kitchen got her motivated, and she padded down to join her. “Hi mum. How’s it going?” Penny asked by way of greeting. “I’m good sweetie. How about you? Did you get any sleep last night?” Jackie replied with a grin, knowing how excited her daughter had been before going to bed. Penny giggled. “A bit. I’ve been up for awhile though. I put a load of washing on already.” “Good girl. Don’t forget to take it out though! Don’t leave it in there all day like you did last week. It goes all smelly. Now. Do you want any breakfast?” “Nah,” Penny replied. “Just juice and coffee. I’ll stop and grab something on the ride back.” Jackie smiled. “Something nice for the old Instagram account Pen?” Penny blushed. “Don’t be silly mum. It’s just a nice day to sit in a cafe, that’s all....” Jackie chuckled at her daughter’s reaction. She knew that posting some shots of a delicious breakfast was the main reason her daughter would stop there. Ah well, if it made her happy.... Penny and Jackie chatted happily over their morning juice and coffee, and although Penny was sorely tempted by her mothers offer of scrambled eggs, she resolved herself to wait until she got to the cafe later. Derek was up and dressed by 8:30, and by then his daughter was almost bouncing with excitement to go, but she knew it was too early yet. Pouring herself a second coffee, she retreated back to her room to do her makeup. Penny was standing in her bathroom, leaning close to the mirror, trying her hardest to get her eyebrows “on point,” (which is very important for a great selfie,) and the cold tiles under her feet we’re sending signals to her bladder that she needed to pee, at least a little bit. Her eyebrows were nearly done, when she found herself suddenly resting one foot on top of the other, almost crossing her legs. She remembered the stern talking too that she’d given herself earlier, and immediately abandoned her makeup, and stepped over to the toilet instead. The relief was incredible, and she was surprised to find herself feeling just a teeny bit proud that she’d managed to listen to her body, and “make it to the potty” on time, just like a big girl should. Apparently her recent accidents had bothered her on a far deeper level than she had thought, and she resolved herself once again to no longer ever delay a toilet stop unless it was absolutely necessary. She remained seated longer than usual, until her bowels started loosening, so she stayed there until she had gone “number twos” as well. It felt a bit strange being proud of a successful toilet visit, but hey, at least her pants were clean and dry. A quick visit back to the kitchen confirmed her suspicions. Her dad wasn’t ready to go yet, so more out of boredom than anything, Penny poured a third coffee. She usually limited herself to only having two a day, but she could justify the caffeine hit by the big ride she would soon undertake. Finally, by 10 o’clock, her father was ready to leave, after the expected expression of distaste over Penny’s lack of clothing, but he was placated when she explained again that a brand new wardrobe of sports clothing awaited her, and she was simply trying to minimise weight and space. When she collected her bag from her room, she visited the toilet once more, just in case, and was a bit surprised by the amount of pee that she expelled, as it hadn’t been all that long since her last visit. “Must be that extra coffee,” she thought. “It IS a diuretic I suppose.” She paused long enough for a quick selfie. #SOEXCITED #GETTINGMYNEWBIKE #CANTWAIT By the time her dads car pulled out of the driveway, her IG had already received two likes! This was going to be a good day.
  8. It funny how I relate to this story....
  9. Firstly, this is not meant to re-ignite the debate regarding the new policy. It’s done, it’s over, we agree to move on from here. I’m really not interested in others pointing out how right or wrong they may feel it is. That’s already been done to death, and we know who sides in which camp. What I want to do here, is simply explain why I chose to write stories involving children, and to hopefully clear up any misconceptions about what my personal motivation for doing so was. Im not a pedophile. Yes, that’s exactly what you would expect a pedo to say, as I’m sure most that have been caught over the years would’ve claimed exactly that. If that’s what people think, I’m really saddened by it, but I realise that I probably won’t be able to change their opinions, although I’m going to try. Ive stated a number of times over the years about how my particular omo kink manifests itself. I have a little/middle side, and like so many people here, I enjoy occasionally indulging myself mentally in age play. I’m not an Adult Baby, but a little/middle. My young persona is around 10-14 years old. When I indulge in wet play, that’s how I picture myself, BUT, I don’t picture other kids. A lot of you would’ve read my real life experience “Shelley Stories” over the years. For those that haven’t, I’ll explain in a nutshell. Growing up, from age 12-15, I had a best friend and neighbor, Shelley, who occasionally wet her pants on accident. During the summer months, we would wet our pants on purpose while we played in the pool or under the hose. It was just one of those silly things that we did, and it was a popular topic of conversation. We wet ourselves a lot while we played, pretending all sorts of silly scenarios, and like I said, I saw her have quite a few real accidents as well. Experiencing this as I started adolescence is what I believe started me off on this fetish. So a lot of my stories, Daniel and Amy in particular, are exaggerated projections of things that I experienced or witnessed with Shelley. When I’m in my little space, these are the things I’m remembering. I would write the story, actually seeing it through Daniels eyes, based on an exaggerated version of my own memories of growing up with Shelley. Certainly nothing to do with me fantasising about other children, just picturing myself as one. Does this make it alright? Probably not. Do other people masturbate to my stories? Probably yes. Do I feel guilt that they do? No. Am I a pedophile? Definitely not. As I said at the start, I’m not trying to justify anything, not debate the rights or wrongs of the policy. I just want people to know that I don’t have a “thing” for kids. Outside of that, judge me as you will. Barry.
  10. Barry

    The best part of wetting...

    A feeling of naughty freedom about doing something that I know I shouldn’t.
  11. Barry

    In the saddle

    Aw mate! Awesome start. Really excited to see where you go with this!
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    Wet grey.......

    Had some fun in my schoolboy shorts and pyjamas
  13. Barry

    Penny’s New Bike

    Thanks mate. I think the introduction of Aiden and Maria will be its inevitable downfall. It’s a pity. I like those two. It looks like the powers that be are treating it on a case by case basis for now, as in, it’ll stay up until the point that someone reports it. There’s a few people that are having the time of their narrow little lives reporting stuff like D & A, so I think it’s only a matter of time. Ive openly told Maki what the content involves, but it’s still up, at least for now. But I imagine it’ll eventually get removed once it’s reported. In the meantime, I feel safe enough to continue it, as I now have a complete backup copy up to the last chapter, so I can continue it elsewhere if and when that time comes. Hopefully Penny’s adventures might fill that void!