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  1. the preview pictures seem to be completely jumbled now, is there any way to know what name of video correlates with a picture?
  2. May I inquire if you got the other bielke videos that are not focused on humiliation?
  3. not trying to make you feel bad or blame, just letting viewers know cause that can really ruin a viewing experience, lol
  4. also, careful at 8:42-8:44 there is a really nasty loud noise for some reason ready to jump scare you
  5. I say lol, you can literally still see the jumbled misshapen parts of the former signature and social media links of the artist's work that was clearly 'not stolen' to create this soulless piece of AI 'art' in picture 1, 2 ,4 and 6 I would have elected to ignore this, but people pretending their 'remixes' of art is anything but that, is just so dishonest Also she got just like four or even six fingers in certain pictures, I hope they never get that fixed
  6. Always love to see a story that's about actual incontinence and diapers, so thanks for doing us a favor who enjoy it, not enough of it out there
  7. Write something about a genuine incontinent character. no baby or infantilism connected scenery Your main character, their love interest or just a side character could be suffering from some kind of stress or fear incontinence, bed wetting ( nocturnal enuresis ) and try to get through this, maybe finding other supporting characters suffering from the same or similar problems It'd be nice to see some diaper related media that does not immediately delve into baby regression themes
  8. Not to be a downer, but this has like 5 lines of text and you still wrote 'better' with just one T
  9. Hope you are willing to take some constructive criticism let's start with what was I thought was good : - You had three characters with easily distinguishable personalities that had entertaining interactions - liked the detailes descriptions of their clothing and different clothes they soiled/had soiled already - You seem to be knowing where you want to go with the overall story - for my tastes the lewdness was well interwoven with the overall plot - paragraphs were formatted correctly What I think needs work : - I'm not a grammar nerd, but some parts of the story were honestly harder to understand because of spelling errors, please, let someone proof read the text before you post it, and/or run a spellchecker, it would help a lot with readability - write a bit more about the emotional inner workings of the characters, I would love to hear a bit more about their established personalities - Try and add more physical descriptions of the characters themselves Please be encouraged by the critique, it's not written to keep you down, there is potential to make it even better
  10. Another half an hour, sqautting with bend knees her huge Gnome ass shaking as sweat ran down her skin, pooling between her tits, asscheeks and little girlhood, she fought with every breath, her asshole moaning exhausted, little whistling farts, poo rumbling in her insides, coming ever closer to her asshole as she huffed, determined to see this through, no matter how shameful to herself, her bladder itching trickles of pee had been wetting her thighs and boots for an hour now as she watched the toned thighs of the orc guardians, pouting her lips as she grit her teeth to keep her poop at bay, she would at least stay dry at he back of her plump ass, she swore to herself, cause the crotch of her rubbery black undercover leather were already glistening damp, her plump hairless gnome pussy peeing from time to time. The scorching heat of the Durotar drylands made it imperative to stay hydrated to be alert, but it came with the curse of a bloated bladder and the struggle with her only barely continent bladder. That's why Tipsenne prefered to work alone, wet accidents and dribbling from her mostly useless bladder was a common problem; not one day would go by in which the ravenblack haired Gnome wouldn't have at least a bit of leakage in her panties, but shaming herself like this and pee runnning down her legs, was , even for her, more of a rare occurence. Today it had gotten worse from allt he fluid intake, her boots squishing in the puddle she stood in hiding, her cheeks burning as she felt less like a hidden operative, more like a little girl who hid, cause she didn't want to make it known she had peed her pants, her cheeks burning with embarassement, holding back tears as her patience crumbled and she started sniffling. Her mind crumbling a bit as she had flashbacks to peeing herself in classes, the cruel laughs echoing in her mind; becoming more and more nervous, biting her lower lip and trying to keep composure, but then it happened, a loud fart , wafting in her leather, stinking terrible of her last grimey meal, trumpeted out of her tiny but fat Gnome ass, spittle shooting from her mouth, eyes going wide. With this lapse in concentration she sealed her fate, one of the orc ladies turned around, looking around, sniffing with her beastly nostrils, the curly hair on her head standing upright with slight disgust she laughed, shouted something unrecognizable, someone else with a deepe voice belowed and Tipsenne was gripped by fear, she'd fail her mission, worse she would be seen in this state, and the fear pushed more slimey poo in the back of her leathersuit, coating the insides of her ass cheeks with it as the runny, almost liquid stuffran over her skin, making her blubber tears before wiping her face and then the cruel sun gleaming at her as the orc opened the crate, staring down at her in surprise and a hint of disgust on her curled, thick lips. The beast of a woman, sweaty and battle hardend, clad in belts, furs and but the most simple of armor grinned and then laughed slyly, picking up Tipsenne who seemed to be paralyzed for a moment as she was lifted by the collar she wore, before trying to grab her knife, which was simply flicked away by the orc, Tips started to kick and struggle with her short chubby legs, some wet drops of her pee flying away. „Get me down you knife ears, I'll forget we saw each other if you let me down!“ As she was being held like a puppy, the orc grinned wolfishly, showing her teeth as she turned her around, smacking her ass, the bubbly fat meat bouncing inside the second skin of her black leatherpants, hanging down from the poop she made, by now a harder piece had flowed out as well. The orc cooed at her in the strange voice of her peeople, massaging her ass, making Tips moan and cry, it was a long time since she felt poop so close to her skin, it made her weirdly nostalgic but also tortured her senses. As this happened, she was carried away, her first reaction was too close her eyes, whimpering as she struggled, kicking her stubby chubby legs, trying to bite, but everything was dne aways with another harsh smack on her pudding ass, making her scream, until ne even made her cry, outright bawling, the fear of what could happen to her and the fear of what she knew always happened to her when she was stripped of her adulthood made her break down. Yet she knew what was to come, she'd land in a cell, disgraced done unmentionable things to her, with her mind, her bladder gave away pissing herself fully in terror as she cried, but through all this the tall orc held her to her sweaty bosom now, stroking the hair of her captive and only as she was laid down on something soft, Tipsenne dared opening her eyes, seemingly inside a room with colorful drapes and rugs, she was being stripped out of her combat attire, completely naked, her darkbrown poop clinging to her chubby ass as she kckced her legs instinctively like a little girl, her boobs, small but perky jumped, her bare, large pussy dribbling as she was overwhelmed, held by her ankles and moaning as her ass was being wiped and swaddled incolorful , slightly itchy clothes „Oh cogs,..“ it dawned on her as she was beign held down“ this is some game to her she's, oh she is diapering me ..in itchy cloth diapers“ kicking her legs wildly, until she got another spank on her ass which made her break down again and cry until she was held back up again, now half naked only wearing a diaper and her broken pride as her bladder was shaking and itching again, it already filled the diaper with more acrid, hot piss. „This can't be“ she thought as her back was caressed, the orc growling cutely at her, her insides cramping, toes curling, „Oh,..if she wants a baby that bad...“ the mature Gnomegirl thought starting to push, feeling the mess left in her colon parting her asshole and just as she thought she could she was put down on her little feet, the lady smiling at her and Tips, terrified she was being seen at her most infantile, she uncontrolbaly filled her new clothes with thick logs of her poop „No don't look! I'm,..it's an accident!“ trying to reason with the woman who probably didn't even understood her as her lips trembled, being held up again, stinking like a baby closing her eyes as she silently cried, hearing but the noises of more girls and women cooing at her, prodding her soft flesh, caressing her, and she hated herself for at least being happy she was still alive, even in her most nightmarish of fears, being exposed for the girl who couldn't hold her filth in, her needy , smooth pussy tingling with every soft stroke on her naked exposed skin, holding onto dear life, hoping the orc would prtocet her at least, from the horros that were in store for a captive of the Horde. After being paraded around what felt like another eternity, the hot poop sitting between her asscheeks cooling down, her half naked body clingingthe muscular frame of the orcess and the constant foregin words, prodding and caressing of her, suddenly there was, what she could only think off as a bad Omen. The cruel voice of another orc made her open her eyes, glaring and barking at the woman who held her, spitle running down her large tusks, eyes full of fury, as her mother figure, holding her ever closer, fingers digging into her chubby waist as she barked back, scaring the literal piss out of Tipsienne, wetting her plump pussy all over as the cloth diaper had trouble soaking it off right away, pooling for quite some time and making her whimper in delight and fear , as the two orcs barked and shouted at each other. The orcess who held her only caressed her stronger, kissing her forehead with wet lips as she looked at her with sad eyes, whispering something to her before handing her over to the other orc, looking like a male, square, with the fur of a wolf or other canine like entity along his body, staring at her with barely hidden disgust and anger, all the strength Tipsienne could muster was used to not immediately cry and whimper again, this was getting really bad, she was scared, trembling, her breath getting short and her diaper cold and clammy, she wanted out, just away, out of the diaper and this city. As she was busy drowning herself in thoughts of better days, sitting on a toilet fingering herself after a succesful pee in it, or relaxing with some wine in a tavern, flirting with some people wearing her favourite dresses. The reality was, she was carried at the hem of her diaper, the shit digging into her asscheeks, and then thrown down onto a leather appliance, something scruffy and fat shoved into the front of her diaper and before she could even start complaing it started vibrating, making her eyes shot open, drool running down her chin and lips, mewling and crying as what ever furry thing it was shaking her body and cunt, legs wide, she cried from embarassement as the alien texture pleasured her, her mind being burned down in shame she tried to remeber her mission, her past, how tog et out, but all she could think of was at the very least that she had to remeber she was not a dumb baby that enoyed getting fucked in a diaper, and how hard it was, standing on her toes, leaning on hands on the ground, ass in the air, crying as she moaned and kept pissing all over herself, the hot piss running down her breasts right in her nose, the smell choking away her sanity. What felt like an eternity of forced lust, was taken off of her in a moment the orc taking her by the diaper, her face red and full with drool, tears and piss, unhappy and exhausted she was thrown in the air, panicking at the freedom she was experiencing away from the bondage of lust and her shitty diaper and just a moment later the dizzyness vanished and she saw she was falling down to the ground, like a puppet she was thrown in the air, lifeless, and she wanted to scream in pure panic, but just as it came she was caught and held back by the woman who caught her, who growled at the brutal man who threw her around like a useless puppet, carrying her away, back out into the sun All what Tipsienne could do was try and hold onto her with trembling fingers, crying along the way, just being happy she was alive as she cried ever ouder, hiccuping her diaper falling down her chubby ass an short legs, she stood now in a little tub, scared especially how fast time seemed to slip out of her mind, not able to feel and relate to several to the actions that were taken, was it already another day? Then warm water, a shudder, her tushy farting a bit of gas as she was scraed again, btu softly dried off with a towel, blubbering some words of thanks, and, peculiarly receving a kiss and a smile, being lifted up and receiving ample touches on her pussy, slathering it in a thick cremé, white and soothing to her tortured skin that seemed to be vibrator bondaged for hours, then the diapers were re applied, and she smiled, at least she was safe, beign cared for, not at home, but away from the cruel machinisations She savored it, smiling up at the orc, opening her eyes willingly in a long time and feeling a warm fuzzyness in her chest as she saw her smile as well, closing them again and stretching her arms out, swearing at herself, some part of her, how she could surrender now, but the exhaustion was too much, just so tired, she wanted to jsut be warm and cared for now, and so she was, the strong arms carrying her to a bed, lying down with her and kissing her all over, the strong musky scent of the woman making her drowsy and weak, and even her nipples hard, her clean, thickly diapered ass lying in the hand of her captor and protector and right now, it felt alright. Just as she awoke, groggily kicking her chubby legs, she had trouble becoming accustomed to her surroundings once again, the clothe diapers itched on her plump pussy, but they felt dry and for a short moment she was almsot proud of herself, sadly she quickly caught the whiff of piss in her nose, a lump of soiled linen lieing by her side on the table, making her mope. Obviously she had pissed herself in her sleep after all, the nimble fingers of her adopted mother were buttoning her pants up over her diaper nothing more than glorified princess panties. But the most unhappyness bubbled up in her chest as she became aware of the fact that she wasn't even lieing in bed anymore and had probably even slept through most of the change, she was becoming more and more careless unaware, but even now her mind was groggy and heavy, the dry air of Orgrimmar and the constant heat were taking a toll, and just as she wanted to whine. There was a bottle held up to her face, filled with cold, sweet milk, and she just couldn't handle all this stress right now, so the ravenhaired girl closed her eyes and suckled, coming to the decision to take it slower, she had to reserve her energy to somehow find a way out, not soon, but when the time arrived, all tries to rush it had ended in nothing but heartache and pain, these thoughts soothed her as well as her itching pussy as the sweet milk flowed in her mouth, the orc cooing at her, caressing her fat little tits and nipples, laughing motherly at her, the Gnome really looked like an oddly mature baby in her arms. Way too soon the bottle was empty and the chubby little lady held over the shoulder of her brutish mother to get burped, curling her toes as she did so, and even before she got protest about this ridicolous handling of her she was sat back on the table and put in a littel dress, so incredibly not orcish she could barely believe it, it felt icnredibly and she couldn't help but feel pretty in the red and pink dress with silver trimming on the skirt and sleeves, it had to be made by elves or something, it was downright gorgeous and in stark contrast to the almost savage cloth diapers she was wearing. As soon as she was put down she was lifted up again, sitting in the right arm of the orc, who herself was wearing not much more than a leather dress with some straps and etched bones, Tipsenne could even see her swollen black nipples from the side, making her blush and rub her thighs together to feel her needy pussy, all these half naked folk here kept her in a state of constant arousal it felt like Leaving the house the first thing greeting her was the cruel early day sun of Durotar, making her turn aways and want to hide in the breast of the orc, cursing and growling to herself how these little things already made her flinch and hide, btu she needed all ehr strength, needed to be relaxed needed to think how tog et out, not stare in the sun to ease her bruised ego and even as all this bothered her so much the thing that made her think the worst of herself was the pee that trickled down in her padding from all the stress she was experiencing, as well as the silent kisses of the orc who tried to sooth her fussy girl as Tipsienne rubbed her naked feet on the orc's stomach. Especially the cooing of other women and even a larger troll man couldn't help her with her embarassement, not at all, even if she felt a bit flustered, even good, but wasn't having any of it, scolding herself for even enjoying it a little bit, coarse figners rubbings her neck affectionately, making her moan and trying to hide even more, a bit fo fear also still creeping up her back, but mostly feeling safe in the strong arms who kept her protected. All this suddenly over as she felt her feet touching the ground, soft sand under her, someone else laughing, so she cautiously opened her eyes, quite flustered as she saw a Pandaren girl sitting in nothing but a diaper just like the one she was wearing, a onesie with some large stains almsot everywhere, flying on a washing line above her. Almsot panicking but definetly a bit nervous she looked around, her „Mother“ sitting with another woman on a bench by a table, talking to each other in their gutteral language as the not completly adult but surely grown girl crawled towards her. Was that her future, was she going to smother her with her larger body, she farted loudly into her diaper feelign only a bit better as her gasses lifted some of the nervouseness shooting out of herself, some spittle running down her chin as she couldn't keep to herself and ran off the largeer girl on her bumbling naked feet, screaming , but quickly caught by her orcmother,who shook her head at her, not to hapyp as it seemed even glaring, strapping her into a rubber seat, some belts put around her breasts and arms, not able to run or kick anymore, stuck like a fly in a spider web she was also gagged with a pacifier, not understanding any words but quite well understanding she was being scolded as her arms and legs were spread in all cardinal directions, bouncing like a fish in the contraption.. A long time she could do nothing but furiously suckle on the rubberteat in her mouth, grunting and sweating as she bounced back and forth, doing it more and more on purpose as she tried to overpower it somehow, frustrated as she had to look at the gleefully babbling Pandarengirl, halfnaked playing with the sand and a shovel, makign little houses, terribly content in her infatile state, that couldn't be her, she would not give in to this, or this bondage contrpation holding her body down, and after another half an hour in the uncaring sun she was able to at least get the nipple out and practically chew through the materials, getting off while nobody was looking, still even as she fell down, mostly noisless as the diaper dampened her fall into the soft sand , she was bound, just one arm and her legs free, the other by her back, and her breasts pressed forward by the binding around them, still mostly hinderd in her movements not to speak of the heat she felt ever strong with all teh hard rubber still on ehr ankles and wrists. Every step down the road she felt more disjointed from her surrounding, like the dry cactus plants became taller, the barrels and stones, the foreign surroundings scaring her as she huffed loudly furrowing her brows to steel herself for what was to come, but with every step more uneasiness krept into her, makign her insides go cold despite the heat, not even knowing where to go , how to escape and be so alone, not jsut the bonagede holding her in place but her thoughts and doubts. Sitting down by the side in the shadow hiding away from prying eyes she felt her diaper squish and almost tear up at the ultimate reminder of her vulnerable state. Just as she was almost overtaken by her emotions again she told herself to not cry and wail, she was not a baby, not like that pandaren, looking around she plucked some flowers out of the ground, red, with large dry petals, and put them together, knowing she needed help, not just with her wet diaper, but to get back, get out and with every thought it became more and more clear to her that this meant her diapers as well as her prison here, so as not to wail she did the only thing she knew how to make others take not of her, she squatted down, clenching her fists and pushed, a thick mushy accident in her diaper and getting lost in the feeling, the bubbling, farts and loud rasping noises echoing in the diaper as it mushed right under her butt, making her moan and give out labored breath as she grit her teeth and tried ever harder to make as much as she could so someone would find her just by the naughty smell, the diaper bulging out round and lumpier, giving her the tell tale sign she had terribly used her garments for its intended purpose, now hanging down to her knees. As she opened her eyes again and looked up, there she was, her captor and saviour her orc mommy staring at her with sorrow and worries but smiling as Tipsienne showed her the flowers she picked, just for her. ----------------- I would like to hear some actual criticism of the story if someone feels like giving it, thank you in advance for your troubles. If someone wants to praise the story, please tell me what you enjoyed personally, or which was just objectively done well, if you can provide a reason for it please no : " great story please write more!"
  11. Bolding and underlining mine, cause I see people applauding you but obviously they are not reading your story cause THIS is a very unfortunate little typo someone else should have been pointing out, too bad lots of people just try to dash into every story thread and write GOOD JOB! for whatever reason Not trying to be a big spoilsport and diss you about spelling too much, but this is just a very unfortunate one, so you better correct that.
  12. Story is fine, you go your way the way until here was very enjoayble My guess is that Bella is some kind of "zombie queen" who gets additional infection powers ( or something !) from watching girls be desperate and wet themselves, she was obviously weird and obsessive about it
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