diokno44x

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About diokno44x

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  • My pronouns are..
    he/him

My Kinks

  • I'm into..
    Ageplay
    Bathroom Control
    Diapers
    Hyper wetting
    Watersports
    Cuddling
    Futanari
    Messing
    Pee drinking

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  1. diokno44x

    Fears of a Faunus: RWBY Blake

    This was glorious
  2. diokno44x

    Stuck Zip?

    Happened to me when I was younger, but replace zipper with clasp
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    Oh hai Astolfo
  4. diokno44x

    "Saikawa-san...I couldn't wait..."

    Of course this is her fantasy
  5. diokno44x

    My earliest wetting memory

    Lucky you had such layers, heh. Nicely told memory my friend. Love the detail
  6. Before I recount this incident, happy New Year, and welcome to 2019! So, this occured YEARS ago, back when I was in kindergarten at good old Saint John Vianney. This was fairly early on in my time in kindergarten, around September. I was five and seven-ish months old. As it was nearing Fall, and it was a bit chilly, I wore the school's green sweater over my white polo. Alongside these two articles of clothing, I also wore a set of slip on Vans, and the regulation khaki slacks. Now, those of you who have read my previous experiences, you may ask, "Why didn't I include a diaper in my list of vestments?" Did I just presume you, my dear reader(s) would already think it would be there and think it unnecessary to re-iterate? Well, to answer that, we have to rewind back to a few hours prior, a little bit after I was dropped off. So, school would begin at nine, but we were suggested to be in our seats a bit earlier, just in case. So, my mom dropped me off at the drop off/pick-up area, kissed me goodbye, and left, promising to pick me up at the usual time of 3 PM. The AM Kindergarten class, and the entire school on Wednesdays, had half-days, but as I was in the PM class, and this day was not a Wednesday, I would be leaving at 3. As I made my way towards the double doors that would allow me access into the kindergarten itself, I felt a clenching feeling in my gut, and as soon as I felt that, I realized, I hadn't had my morning poop yet. However, I didn't just squat down and go. I quickly checked through the glass the double doors had to see if anyone was in the hallway that, if went down and turned left, you would reach the kindergarten classroom and,across from it, the bathroom. Luckily for me, the teacher, Mrs. Seminatore (who is now the principal) nor the two aides, Ms. Pina or Sister Maria, were in the hallway. That done, I looked behind me, to see if anyone was in the courtyard and heading in my general direction. I was lucky there too, as no one was in the courtyard. Satisfied, I squatted down, and swiftly pushed my morning poop, and probably some of my breakfast, into my awaiting diaper. Standing up, I headed inside, and to change out of my used diaper. I entered the boy's bathroom, which was tinted blue by the blue tillage. Going into a stall for extra privacy, I tugged my khaki slacks down, and untaped my diaper. Tossing it into the trash, I wet some toilet paper to clean myself up. As I had forgotten to pack spare diapers, I simply pulled my khakis up, and headed to class. Now, let's forward when this incident began. It was about time for the teacher to read us a story, when I felt the need to pee come over me. While I normally would have tried to hold it in until I could find something to pee in, or use the bathroom, but I didn't wanna miss the story. I was trying not to squirm, holding myself ever so often, as I was in the 20 or so bunch of kids in my class, listening to the story. Eventually, I felt a spurt come out, and scooting away a bit, I simply realized it would be futile to hold it in, I removed my hands, and let go. Immediatly, the front of my khakis dampened as a wet patch formed and grew, soaking the carpeted floor as well. As soon as the story ended, and recess was announced, I dashed towards the cubbies. A wet sport the size of my fist at the time stained by crotch. I quickly grabbed my Badtz-Maru (Male Hello Kitty Penguin) lunchbox, and used that to cover my wet crotch. Thankfully, as I made it to the playground, trying to tug my sweater over the wet spot, I found my out. It had rained a fair bit the day before, and both the slides were wet. Quickly making my way over. I plopped myself down in front of the taller, winding, purple slide, and slid down. The rainwater splashed against me, soaking my khakis a bit further. Mrs. Seminatore called my mom. A little while later, I found myself in the cubby area, laying on the ground, my mom getting me into a fresh diaper, and a fresh pair of pants.
  7. diokno44x

    Omo in The Orville

    I mean, they DID mention that, well, they would invite people to watch Bortus take a piss.
  8. diokno44x

    Omo in The Orville

    I mean, its Seth Mcfarlene
  9. diokno44x

    Omo in The Orville

    So, I started watching the Orville, and the season two premiere involves one of the crew, whose name I cannot spell, is from a species that only pisses once a year, and even has a whole ritualistic scenario around it.
  10. This is quite good so far
  11. diokno44x

    Anime that Make You Cry

    Your Lie in April
  12. diokno44x

    Futaba's Emergency Super Move

    This could actually be plausible. What if she had to shit though
  13. diokno44x

    Childhood pants wetting memories

    While a majority of my wetting (and messing), memories were in diapers, I do have a few pants based wetting. One such incident occurred in preschool. This was, if memory serves, the first time I was out in public without a diaper on. This was in my second week at the YMCA, and I still wasn't accustomed to the toilets there yet. In fact, I rarely used them. So anyway, I was playing with a toy kitchen set when I felt the need to pee. I thought about just letting go, but then I remembered I didn't have a diaper on. I would have started to pee, but the teacher was right there, and without a diaper on,I didn't want to risk it. So, holding it as best as I could, and even holding myself at times, I moved away from there to try and find a private place. Eventually, I found little alcove wherein a toy truck had also rolled into. With my little bladder bursting, I simply squatted over it, and let go
  14. diokno44x

    Classroom wetting

    I too had a sort of anxiety thing with public bathrooms. Something similar happened to me, also in first grade. I had to pee, and wanted to see what it was like to use a urinal, as my preschool bathroom hadn't had them, and I don't think my kindergarten had them either. Anyway, my school's khakis had a clasp, and I had trouble getting it undone. I asked an older boy, maybe 2nd or 3rd grade, if he could help. These were exterior bathrooms, as in they weren't in the classrooms. However, as I was trying to undo the clasp, I realized that he would see my Pull-Up, and said "I got it." I said headed into the stall, and soaked my Pull-Up
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    We need more Fate omo