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  1. Lara Croft the famous tomb raider was on her most dangerous raid. She was abandoned on an island once but that wasn’t it, she was going to the mountains to find the lost eye. The lost eye was a special necklace that grants whoever wears it powers. It originally belonged to the people who lived on the abandoned island but when two pilots crashed landed on the island they took the necklace for themselves and they died horribly after escaping from the island. They used it’s power to rebuild the plane and left but it crashed landed in the mountains revolting in their survival in cave which eventually led to their deaths. Now Lara had to recover the necklace from their dead bodies and bring it back where it came from. Lara had a similar thing like those pilots, her helicopter which was only different. So her helicopter crashed in a cave and she had to survive in the cold on arriving she wondered how she could go to the toilet because on her past raids she would dig a quick hole in the sand and go in there. It was so different as she had hallucinations of her peeing in her snow gear and the struggles of going to the toilet in general. It’s been two weeks after Lara crashed here and has to go to the loo in a diaper but mostly in her cave and today was her worst day. After getting used to the snowy climate and weather she had the idea to look for that necklace, she placed a diaper on her in case of emergencies as diapers was very used to Lara because she never liked relieving herself in 100 year old or even older temple, tomb or caves. Lara felt the urge to have a poo but she didn’t want to wait any longer so she continued on what she had planned. Anyway it was two hours later when a blizzard hit the mountains and Lara got caught in it and she had to find shelter in a few minutes or she would freeze to death. On her way she could feel her lump of shit moving out of her asshole and she was in dire need for a poo now she didn’t think she could make it in time. In times like this Lara always forgets that she put on a diaper it is because she gets very stressed that she forgets anything that humans do and focus it on her survival. This leaves her human body isolated from her mind. To Be Continued...
  2. You wake up in the night with partially soaked sheets. You've woken up in the middle of a bedwetting. You manage to stop the flow, but your bladder is still very full. You strip off your pajama pants as they dig into your full bladder. Next, you: a. continue wetting the bed, no point moving if you'll have to clean it anyway. b. get out of the bed and go into the hall, looking for a bathroom of some kind. c. get out of bed and wet the floor d. stay in bed and frantically hold yourself. e. bring your sheets to the laundry, wash them, and piss yourself. f. bring your sheets to the laundry, wash them, and use the toilet.
  3. nappyboy97

    malefemale Fiction: Bentley Wets

    Bentley was 16, he was a good looking boy with many friends and is regarded as the cool kid at school. He is in Year 11 at school but has a lot of respect from other year groups. They had drank lots of pepsi and other drinks so Bentley was quite desperate to pee Desite this he didn't say anything as it wouldn't be cool to not be able to hold his bladder and he though he'd wait to see if anyone else needed to go At the park there was a big swing which when pushed hard enough could go quite fast in lots of directions. Messing around in the kind of mature/ immature way that people of that age do, Bentley was dared to go on it. The others swung him really fast and his need for the toilet became intense. When he finished it was clear by the small dark patch on his beige top man shorts that he had squirted a couple of times. He told people he had spilt his drink in the swing and they believed him (obviously the hot boy wasn't going to wet himself) but they made jokes all the same. They were all sat down talking when the intense urge hit him again, he realised he had to go and told the others he was going for a wee, but when he stood up the dam burst. Pee poured down his legs soaking his shorts and socks. He had judt wet himself.The others laughed at him and Bentley ran home. Luckily no one was in, so he stripped off and had a shower dumping his shorts at the bottom of the dirty linning bin. That night he saw the facebook status's about it instantly gutting him. He went to bed hoping that the fiasco would be forgotten. The next morning Bentley woke up quite late, with it being the summer holidays. Despite it being warm outside and the hot sun was shining through his window, Bentley woke up cold and... damp. It took him a few moments to realise what had happend but when he did he was shocked. Shit, he exclaimed scared over what had happened. He again got a shower and got changed then he stripped his bed sheets and washed them. As he thought the fuss over the previous day had died down and apart from the banter, he was fine. He stayed dry until school started agin. It was the first day back and no one could even remember about him wetting himself. But as the day went he needed the toilet again. It was 15 minutes until lunch and he was dying. He asked to go to the toilet but was denied instantly. When the lesson ended, bentley could feel the wet patch on his boxers from where he had dribbled, but luckily his black school trousers hid this. He ran tho the toilet but it was too late by the time he reached the cubicle he was soacked again. He ran home, to get changed but his mum was there. It was game over and Bentley explained what had happened. Hismum was sympathetic but warned if it happened again he would be put in nappies. He thought about that in bed that night and hoped it wouldn't happen again. The next morning though, he woke to the familiar wet sheets. He trudged to tell his parents. When he arrived home from school his pants were again slightley wet form where he had dribbled. Her an into the house and made it on time pleased he had made it. But when he got into his rrom he found several packets of nappies. His mum informed him that he had tena pants which he would wear day and night until his wetting stops.He realised that the cool kid was no longer cool. he was a baby... Below Bentley's wet shorts Image Set
  4. Version 1.0.0

    ONLY ONLINE TIL CHRISTMAS! Another one of the custom commissions that was recently finished is a story written by OmoOrg's own @Lakur about a pair of roommates and a bed-wetting problem. Sabine is very studious and tidy, whereas Nora redefines sloppy to the point of not always finding her way to a bathroom when she needs one. Tired of finding soiled sheets and other garments around their apartment, Sabine adds a condition to their agreement that involves Nora using adult diapers until she shapes up. But ever defiant, Nora takes her diaper off under the covers and dozes off with a full bladder. Let's just say it's too bad their room is shared, because chances of hiding this kind of aftermath from Sabine are slim. As the preview shows, there is a fair amount of nudity in this one, since the star's climactic accident happens while she's completely naked. But there are several other leaks big and small sprinkled (^_^) throughout this one, so you really don't want to miss "Nora and Sabine" ....especially since, due to its personal nature, this comic will only be available for a 2 week window. This was arranged with permission of the author/commissioner of the work, and is mainly so I can make some revenue back for the time spent fulfilling these orders - time that each month is typically spent on a new public comic. From now through the 15th this 23 page comic (18 regular pages, 5 animated frames of the 19th) will be available for the low price of $3.50. Then it'll bump up to $4 before disappearing by Christmas Eve, so if you want to check out this very special release now is the time to do so. After this time I leave it to the client to decide its status, as I can only claim credit as an illustrator for this one. I apologize for the lack of releases this year. Not only has my full time work taken up a lot of my time, but my plans to produce more ToiletStool comics in 2018 had to be pushed back to accommodate all these custom orders I took on in September - some of which still haven't been completed and I deeply apologize to my clients for not having a better system in place. I hope to round out 2018 on a good note with promises for another round of wetting-related content in the new year.

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  5. satyr

    Another tumblr archive

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    I went through whatever stuff I'd saved on tumblr over the years and downloaded what seemed most worthwhile. I put it all in a zip file because that seemed easiest to up/download. There are 100+ images, in addition to 17 video files. I can't guarantee that any of this is unique; a lot of it probably exists in some folder somewhere on this website already. The content is a mix of wetting, diapers, and a little bit of softcore messing (sorry if that isn't your thing). I've tried to confirm that everyone is 18+ even though some of these ageplayers do dress very young.

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  6. View File Another tumblr archive I went through whatever stuff I'd saved on tumblr over the years and downloaded what seemed most worthwhile. I put it all in a zip file because that seemed easiest to up/download. There are 100+ images, in addition to 17 video files. I can't guarantee that any of this is unique; a lot of it probably exists in some folder somewhere on this website already. The content is a mix of wetting, diapers, and a little bit of softcore messing (sorry if that isn't your thing). I've tried to confirm that everyone is 18+ even though some of these ageplayers do dress very young. Submitter satyr Submitted 12/13/2018 Category Female videos Clothing Unspecified  
  7. Hey all, hope you are having a great day! I think this is a preety interesting topic to discuss, and if there are people here that work in medical environments or actual incontinents here, please share some of your experience or thoughts!! I always wonder how "common" incontinence is in young people, and how many of this people have to wear protection on a daily basis. It's known that older people might suffer from incontinence more often than younger people, but, does it happen in young and healthy people too? And how often does this condition happen in them? For example, out of 10.000 young individuals, how much of them suffer from incontinence, in a level that requires using protection? And is this problem more common in girls or guys? And finally, if there are treatments that exist to cure incontinence, why does people end wearing diapers or some type of protection? Sorry for all the questions guys, i'm just very curious about this. Have a great week you all! 🙂
  8. Hey guys, I have been lurking on the forum for several years now, but I finally have a real experience to share with you all. Obviously, the names of the people, companies, conferences, etc will be changed including my name. Also the story needs some setup for the situation to make sense, so sorry if the first part is boring for some people. Also warning, I describe sexual activity somewhat graphically. Enjoy! Early in the year during 2017, I met an amazing girl named Shivani. We had great chemistry from the moment we met that just made every interaction with her warm and effortless. After talking to her for hours about our families, work(We both are Software Developers), and hobbies at some tech conference in San Jose, I became head over heels for the girl. But there was just one hitch in starting our relationship, she was a conservative Indian and she still lived with her parents at the age of 26. During the rest of the conference, Shivani and I would meet up to chat and hangout. I asked her out to dinner during our chats. She never said no to my requests, but she struggled to commit to a plan. Her constant hesitation made me lose my nerve and I figured that she just wasn’t that into me. So I stopped asking her out during that conference. A month later, on the last day of another conference that I honestly went to just so I could see her again, out of no where, she very randomly confessed that she wasn’t sure she could date a white man. She feared her parents and sisters wouldn’t approve of me and that she had never really dated a boy before. I was actually glad when she explained these things, because it gave me the confidence to pursue her with a gentle vigor. I told her, “There is nothing wrong with taking it slow. The worst that could happen is that we go out and have a lame time. But I don’t see how I could have a bad time being with you.” As I said this, her dark eyes lite up and she straightened her posture moving closer to me while biting her lower lip. As I stared into her eyes, I knew she wanted to give it a go, the only thing holding her back was her nerves. I instinctively put my hand on her back, broke eye contact for a moment before saying, ”I could meet you at “some vegetarian place” right by “her former place of work” at 5:30 this Thursday. That way you can miss most of the traffic and your parents won’t suspect that your out on a date during the work week.” As I asked her out that one final time, I could feel her whole body become ecstatic from my palm that rested on her back, she exhaled in a nervous anticipation and she looked down embarrassingly toward her crotch. I could tell that she became wet just from my touch and I realized that she wasn’t lying about never ever having dated a boy. I gently caressed her arm as I withdrew my hand from her back. And after a moment she smiled with eyes and said, “Ok”. I arrived early at “some vegetarian place” on Thursday, and just as I sat down she emailed me that she was running late. Note: She was so terrified that her parents would find my number/texts in her phone, she wouldn’t give me her number. We communicated through email instead. Finally, she showed up 20 minutes late, but my jaw absolutely dropped to the floor and my pants got a little tighter when I saw her walk in. Imagine a 5’8 goddess of a women, with long black silky hair that had just the perfect amount of volume to bounce and wave elegantly as she moved. Her black dress was the perfect complimentary tone to her beautiful mocha brown skin, full lips and an amazing smile. Her eyes, dark black and mysterious, but radiating a warmth and happiness that puts you to ease. While the dress was conservative, it still highlighted her dynamite hourglass figure, that started with her C cup breasts, curved down to her THICC hips, and ended with legs that went on for miles. She smiled wildly when she saw me and walked over nervously with her head held down meekly. I quickly remarked that she looked absolutely beautiful before she reached me and she briefly looked up embarrassed but happy to receive the compliment. I got up to hug her as she reached the table but she awkwardly didn’t reciprocate, well at first. But after her brief delay she quickly put her arms around me and embraced me quite firmly. I don’t believe she was trying to be overly forward, but I think due to a combination of her being unused to hugging men plus being extremely nervous, she pressed her whole body into mine which I was not expecting to happen. I felt her soft bosom against my chest and her hips against my thighs. Her body tightened and swayed in a nervous anticipation like before, except this time her movements electrified my body. Her hands grew light on my back and she moved from my embrace and sat down. Initially, she was very nervous as we began dinner, but soon she loosened up and she talked like I had never seen her talk before. During the rest of the meal, I attentively listened to her tales of growing up in India, her love of playing badminton at university, and her strong beliefs in family and traditional values. When dinner ended I suggested that we take a walk. As we left “some vegetarian place” I took her hand and we began to walk slowly around the water front. After I took her hand, she no longer was so chatty, so I picked up the conversation. As I talked, I tried to glance over to make eye contact. Her eyes were rich with desire and anticipation as she bit her lip. I hadn’t planned on kissing her that evening, but I felt in my gut to go for it. I stopped and turned to her, I took her other hand and slowly pulled her in close, I put both hands on the small of her back and stared into her eyes. But she quickly looked down, putting her chin into her chest before saying, “Doug, I have never kissed a boy before, I don’t know how.” Part of me was surprised that a women as beautiful as her could go through 26 years of life not kissing anyone, but I instantly accepted and understood her situation. I said, “I don’t care.” as I lifted her chin with my right hand before cupping her face. I moved my face close to hers and she closed her eyes and moved her lips to meet mine. Her figure melted into my large chest and soft stomach as my large arms enveloped her completely. I knew it was her first time kissing anyone, so I didn’t use tongue. At first her kissing seemed somewhat erratic, but her rhythm was deliciously unpredictable, foreign, and she placed each kiss with a delicate affection. I had immediately become aroused, and quickly my erection had grown fully enlarged and pushed firmly against her pelvis. After several minutes of making out, my sexual excitement pushing against her mons pubis which caused her hips to involuntarily gyrate. She broke her lips away from mine, but her body still thrust into mine. When she regained her composure. I could tell she was VERY embarrassed by her thrusts at the end of our make out session. I told her that she was amazing and that she was a wonderful kisser while I played with her hair which made her feel better about her thrusts. But even though it was dark out at this point and the area was pretty much void of other people, I instinctively knew that she had grown apprehensive about continuing to kiss in public. I took her hand and walked her back to her car. I kissed her goodnight and asked her if we could go out again. She immediately responded, that she and her family would be at temple during the day on Saturday, but that we could do something Saturday night. Right then and there I knew that she was going to be my girlfriend. Over the next several months, I took things very slow with her and our relationship flourished, but it only was able to grow more physical because of Shivani’s older sister Nishmi. Shivani eventually told her older sister Nishmi about our relationship and her sister was very curious about me and she quickly invited us both over for dinner. Luckily her sister really liked me and was more than willing to cover for Shivani and me. So every weekend, Shivani and Nishmi would tell their parents that Shivani was staying at Nishmi’s house so Shivani could spend the night(s) with me. The first couple times she spent the night, I only took her shirt off, but I remember those simple times of playing with her breasts and cuddling under the sheets fondly. Eventually one night, I removed all her clothes and fingered her(At this point, sex was a hard no for her). It definitely took sometime for Shivani and me to learn her body, but eventually one weekend she came hard and I had never been so proud to see a large wet spot on my sheets. Luckily for me, after I gave her an orgasm, she began to give me hand jobs which evolved into her becoming very proactive in giving me blow jobs. During this phase of our relationship, she had this weird rule that one of us always had to have our pants on at all times. For example, If I was giving her oral, I had to have my pants on because she had her pants off. likewise, if she was giving me a hand job, she had to have her pants on. She was a very affectionate partner at this point, but extremely terrified at the possibility of getting pregnant and she took no birth control at this point. 8 months into our relationship, I had become very skilled at pleasuring her with my hands and mouth to the point where I usually left her sprawled out on the bed in a state of ecstasy mixed with self-conscious surprise at the amount of liquid to escape her body. Originally, she wanted to wait until marriage to have sex, but at this point in our relationship, she absolutely craved it. She went to her doctor and got on the pill while I got brand new condoms because she said the ones that I already had might be too old…. She made me throw them away(such a waste of money). I wanted to make her first time special so I got a hotel and took her to a very nice dinner before. While I was experienced sexually, I had never actually taken anyones virginity before besides this one girl, but after popping Shivani’s cherry I think that one girl was probably lying. When we got to the room, she sat on the bed and took off her stiletto heels. I stood her up and slowly took off her dress before somewhat eagerly laying her out on the bed. Surprised by how strong my sexual drive was, I told myself to cool my jets as I wanted to take my time with the foreplay to make sure Shivani had a gentle and pleasant experience for her first time. Shivani laughed and giggled when I threw her on the bed, she was giddy and silly from the anticipation. I reached to take off her bra, but she quickly took it off anticipating my desire. I took off my shirt and moved on top of her. Shivani’s body was the perfect combination of fit and soft that you just want from a women. I worked her body vigorously, touching my hands all over her frame, groping her ass, caressing her tits, kissing her neck. I slipped off her panties and she eagerly spread her legs. I pulled off my boxers and slipped on a condom. I remembered that she was a virgin and I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and placed it under her fanny and hips. My fingers touched her to make sure she was plenty wet before I entered her. As wet as she was, her slit remained very tight, Shivani’s snatch felt like heaven with every push, but I went gently as I could see a mix of pleasure and pain in her eyes with every thrust. I usually last longer, but after only a couple minutes I busted my load. She had bled minimally, but I don’t think she came anywhere close to having an orgasm. But the rest of the night until we fell asleep she stared deeply into my eyes and held me tight and I knew that she had never had feelings for any other man, the way she had feeling for me. We had sex again in the morning and it was better for her, We continued to have sex until finally she began to really enjoy it. And this is where the real story begins. A couple months into 2018, Shivani told her parents that she had to go a tech conference somewhere, but she really just stayed with me and worked remotely from my apartment. We fucked like rabbits during that week whenever I was home from work. Her parents didn’t think she was getting back until that Sunday night, but we decided to go see Nishmi and her husband at their house on Friday night. Shivani was dressed and ready to go as soon as I got home from work at like 4 pm, she was wearing a blouse and black pants. We sat down at my kitchen table and talked until around 4:30 when i needed to get ready. I took off my shoes and clothes to jump in the shower, but she saw a pimple or black head on my back and insisted that she pop it. So I sat reverse on the wooden chair in nothing but my underwear and let her have at it. As she was sitting behind me, I started to do an imitation of her sister. She began to laugh. Then she pricked my back hard with her nails and I screeched in a high tone. This made her start laughing quite dramatically. I fake got mad at her for harming my back which made her laugh more. She started to say loudly between giggles, “Doug, stop, please”. But I kept making her laugh until she said loudly, “Please I have to pee, stop please stop.” Shivani’s favorite western tv show is the Office and she usually got a kick out of my Dwight impression. I swiveled in my chair and stared right into her eyes, as she pressed a firm hand into her crotch and I said, “20 minutes a day Jim, thats all it takes!” I swung in my chair so that my bare feet could reach the table and I picked up my water glass with my bare feet before continuing, “And i’ll have the pedi-dexterity of a chimp and you’ll be sitting there like an idiot!” I stared dead pan at her while sipping my water, she absolutely went mental with laughter and after few moments I heard her gasp, “Doug, I am peeing! I’m peeing!” I started laughing with her, but I honestly didn’t believe her at first. But I then heard a slight splash on my kitchen floor, she cusped her mouth in disbelief while her other hand remained thrust between her legs as pee trickled from her lap, off the chair, and onto the floor. I just stared at her mesmerized as she sat there emptying her bladder. I had been fantasizing about a moment like this for a longtime and I am both ashamed and sorta happy to say that I straight up jizzed in my pants watching her have this accident. I literally had a full on orgasm. Eventually she regained control and looked at me smiling but extremely embarrassed, “Oh my, I can’t believe that I did that. I was just laughing too hard and I couldn’t stop.” I quickly got up and tried to put my hand on her shoulder but she sorta recoiled her body like please don’t touch me I am disgusting. But I persisted and crouched down and put my hand on her shoulders and reassured her that I thought she was beautiful, that I loved her, and that I thought it was awesome to have made her laugh so hard that she peed her pants. She honestly wasn’t very embarrassed after a moment, but she insisted that I not help her clean up the mess. I leaned on the banister/divider thing that separated my kitchen from my family room and watched mesmerized as my beautiful girlfriend cleaned up her puddle of pee in urine soaked pants. Before she finished cleaning she grew annoyed or uncomfortable in her pee pants, so she took off her knickers and pants to finish cleaning(she wasn’t wearing shoes or socks when she had her accident). As I took her soiled garments to put them in the wash, I realized that my cum had leaked through my boxers very noticeably when I reached the washing machine. I didn’t think Shivani had noticed at the time and at this point, she didn’t know about my fetish and I wanted it that way. So I threw my jizz boxers in the wash and cleaned my cum laden dick with the dry part of her pee pants. When I returned to the kitchen I giggled somewhat sadistically at the site of her bare ass hanging out as she cleaned my chairs with paper towels and clorox. When she heard me giggle she quickly screeched back, “oooh, Doug Shut Up!” but after she yelled at me, she turned around and gave me an embarrassed but devious smile. After she was done cleaning up, we went to the bathroom and took a shower together. I could tell that she still felt a lot of shame at her accident, but she eventually loosened up to my touch and I think she realized by my affections, that she had done nothing to jeopardize the relationship. I took her from behind in the shower a sbraced herself against the shower wall. She bent her head back every now and then to get a kiss. I remember how beautiful she looked in that moment, her hair wet and slicked back, her eyes full of ecstasy and relief, water droplets clung to her skin. When I came, I surpassingly came pretty hard considering I had jizzed my pants 10 minutes prior. We got changed and began our journey to her sisters house which was like a 45 minute drive. During the drive she confessed that she had leaked in her panties on many occasions during University laughing too hard or during badminton matches, but she claimed and insisted that she had never wet herself like that since secondary school(high school). I asked, “Why did you wet yourself in Secondary School?” She sharply replied, “I never wet myself at school!” I carefully asked, “Well then what happened?” She didn’t respond, she just stared ahead as she drove. So I didn’t push the issue even though I was very curious about her mysterious past experience. We sorta just enjoyed the silence as she drove for most of the journey. I used my left hand to caress her legs and play with her hair every so often as she drove and I daydreamed. Every time I gave her affection, I would glance at her face and watch her break into a smirk. She loved it when I gave her playful affection during the day, especially when I played with her hair, and I loved watching her eyes light up as her smile always gave me joy. When we were extremely close, like maybe five minutes away. I caressed her legs from her knee to her hip, but instead of the usual smile, she exhaled deeply, bitting her top lip with eyes slightly pained. At this point in our relationship, I knew Shivani very well, including all her facial tells. She bit her bottom lip when she was horny, she sucked in her lips like she had bitten into a lemon when she was annoyed or frustrated, and she always bit her top lip and had long breaths when she needed a wee. I gently asked her what was wrong. She glanced at me with anxious eyes before returning her gaze at the road. She bit her top lip again and lifted her head back to exhale before reluctantly saying in a meek tone, “I really have to pee.” I waited a moment before jovially exclaiming, “Again!?!”. She laughed slightly, before turning and waging her index finger in my face like I was a naughty school boy and firmly said, “Stop, don’t make me laugh.” She then flipped my hand off her thigh and gave a look that said, “I love you, but I can’t be touched right now.” Then after a another minute or two, Shivani took her right hand off the steering wheel and placed it firmly into her crotch until we arrived at her sisters house. I told her that I would get our stuff out of the car and she bolted to the front door to relieve herself. Shivani had made some sweet potato dish and I had brought some bottles of wine for me, Nishmi and her husband. As soon as I got into the house, I began talking to Nishmi and found out that her husband had gotten called into work as he was the software developer on call that week. After I saw Nishmi’s smile, I knew we were going to drink hard tonight. So Shivani didn’t drink alcohol as was her peoples custom concerning women, but Nishmi, loved to drink! Her husband allowed her to drink every now and then, but if she had more than two glasses in an evening, you could tell he was peeved. In the past, whenever it was the three of us without her husband, Nishmi and I had gotten pretty drunk, not blackout drunk, but drunk enough to be a bit sloppy. Nishmi and I had already started drinking when Shivani returned from the bathroom. Nishmi said something in Hindi and Shivani turned bright red. Nishmi turned to me as if i had understood their conversation and said, “It can be a long drive”. Shivani gave me an embarrassed secretive look that translated to: “don’t tell my sister anything!”. So, I basically stared out the window drinking wine for like 30 minutes as the two sisters conversed in Hindi until dinner. After dinner, we all sat on the floor around a coffee table talking and playing a drinking game. Every time Shivani had to drink, I would just drink for her which got me pretty drunk that evening. Shivani was drinking tea and water, but after she got back from the bathroom for the second time, not counting the first time she rushed into the house from the car to relieve herself, her sister began to comment on it. Nishmi asked to Shivani, “Why are you going to the bathroom so much?” At the comment, I drunkenly started to laugh. Both sisters shot me a glance, Shivani eyes were hot coals, she glanced at me like I was an insolent child about to do something incredibly naughty, her sister gave me a look of supreme curiosity the begged me to go on. I loudly exclaimed, “ Well she has had a bit of a weak bladder lately.” And I giggled to myself. With that comment Nishmi nagged Shivani to tell her what happened. It was amusing to watch an eruption of hindi as Shivani tried to desist Nishmi’s aggressive inquiry. Finally, I knew Shivani had yielded and told her sister the story when Nishmi clutched her side and fell over laughing. As Nishmi laid on her back laughing, a red faced Shivani got up and perched herself in my lap, clinging to my body as she told off her amused sister in hindi. I was surprised to have her in my lap, this was by far the most physical affection she had ever shown me in front of someone she knew, let alone a family member. Even though she was embarrassed it was really wholesome to have her in my lap and I relished comforting her in my arms. Eventually, Nishmi calmed down and sat up and began talking in english, “Well, Doug if your going to be part of the family. It was only a matter of time before you found out about Shivani’s little problem.” I felt Shivani’s whole body stiffen in my lap and she pleaded in Hindi to Nishmi. But I could tell by the look in Nishmi’s eye that she was going to spill the beans… To be Continued
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    'AskPiddleshy' was a Tumblr blog that has been left dormant for over four years and the whereabouts of the owner still remain a mystery. The blog was made to look like it was run by Fluttershy herself as a sort of place for her to share her experiences with her incontinence problem. It would basically describe scenarios where she would wet herself if she became nervous or shy around people and even features a short diaper comic. I couldn't bear to think of this underrated blog being gone forever so I wanted to archive the artwork here forever.

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    Since Tumblr is basically dead and Drawnonymous said himself that he may disappear forever, I decided to save his art and archive it here forever. For those of you who are unfamiliar with 'Drawnonymous' he was an artist dedicated to adding diapers to hentai he already found online. I sent him several requests myself including Shadbase's drawing of Wyldstyle from the Lego Movie pulling her pants down and exposing her bare butt (which he unfortunately never made). Contains some nudity and light diaper messing

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  11. I saw Ashe, and knew what I had to do. This story also includes some fine art of our favorite cowgirl done by Livinginfinite. You can see more of his excellent art on his tumblr: https://thelivinginfinite.tumblr.com/ There will be a part 2, I just decided to split it up because it was really long and it was taking too much time, so I figured I'd just post the first Ashe part for now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “All right, saddle up, everyone!” The commanding voice of Ashe issued over the clamor of the Deadlock gang. The various thieves, crooks, outlaws and other vagabonds stopped in their tracks as they heard the voice of their leader, “We got a score, and soon. I want every gun loaded, every bomb prepped, and I want everyone to know the plan!” Ashe stood atop a tall stack of crates, overlooking the crowd gathering in front of her. Her colossal Omnic guardian stood to the side, watching on. There was not a peep from the gang once Ashe took the stage; everyone in the Deadlock knew better than to piss off their fierce leader. There was no shortage of tales of her chaotic, spiteful and vengeful nature. Everyone in the gang knew that Ashe’d have Bob wring their necks if they so much as looked at her funny. Ashe, naturally, adored the fear and respect her underlings had for her. She began to outline their plan; it was a relatively simple one, just a smash-and-grab on a nearby bank. However, as Ashe laid out the plan to her crew, she began to feel the urge to pee, and this was a problem for her. She was one of the last people you might think would have troubles with any sort of bathroom matters, but you’d be in for a surprise. Years of fighting, drinking, firefights, and explosives had taken their toll on Ashe, and left her with certain… “weaknesses” in regards to her bladder and bowels. Weaknesses that required the young woman to wear diapers. No one except for Bob knew about her protection, and she aimed to keep it that way. Fortunately for her, her long coat obscured anyone’s view of her rear, preventing them from seeing the bulky garment bulging through her pants. Still, though, Ashe greatly preferred to avoid using the thing when in front of her crew, which became a problem as she felt her need to relieve herself rising. She had very little control over her bladder, and in the middle of her speech, she felt the space between her legs begin to grow hot and soggy. Her cheeks reddened, and she found herself stuttering slightly while speaking. She cleared her throat, and continued speaking, doing her best to ignore the fact that she was still urinating on herself. Her diaper happily soaked up her pee, growing and swelling as it did so. The hot wetness spread around, thoroughly saturating her privates before travelling to her backside and soaking into the fabric there. Astoundingly, she was still peeing, too. Ashe was just wrapping up her speech when she felt something that nearly made her heart stop: a drop of urine slowly winding down her thigh. Her diaper was leaking. “Er, and that’s about everything,” Ashe hastily concluded her speech, “So start gettin’ ready, we’re headin’ out ASAP!” She jumped down off the crates, wincing as her diaper squished from the movement. She and Bob walked away from the crew and, when they were out of earshot of anybody, Ashe leaned over to ask, “Bob! I peed while I was talkin’, was it noticeable?” In response, her silent partner simply gave a thumbs-up, signalling that she was good. Ashe exhaled in relief. Now she just needed to get changed, then she’d be ready to head out on their excursion. They came upon a two-story building near Route 66 that the Deadlock had appropriated as a temporary headquarters; the upstairs of which was being used as Ashe’s room. “Just gimme a sec, Bob, I just gotta changed,” she said, ascending the stairs. Bob held out his hand in a sort of “wait for me!” gesture, but Ashe stopped him, “It’s not that bad, Bob. I’ll be fine,” she said, still grateful for his concern. Entering into her room, Ashe tossed her coat to the side, and prepared to further undress in a way that had become routine since her incontinence had fully manifested… only, she stopped when she saw what was in her room. An exceptionally tall, slender, orange-haired woman stood imposingly in her room. Around her were several unconscious Deadlock members, several of them lying in puddles with lumpy bulges in their pants. The tall woman turned quickly to face Ashe. Ashe reached for her rifle, but did not draw it when she realized that the woman had no weapon, and was simply smiling and steepling her fingers at her arrival. She kept her hand on her gun, just in case. “Ah, at last,” the woman began, her Irish accent only raising more questions about who she was, “I was growing tired of waiting for you.” “You got five seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t blow you away here and now, lady!” The Irish woman chuckled before putting her hand on her chest, “I am Moira, I represent a party whose goals I feel can align with your own.” “Uh-huh. That why you took out so many of my guys?” “Now I did try to tell them I wasn’t here to hurt anyone,” She gave one of them a little kick, causing the downed woman to groan a little, “they are still alive.” “And what goals do you think we have in common, you psycho?” “Simple: There’s a woman I want to hunt down. There’s a man you want to hunt down.” “Yer talkin’ about McCree.” “Mmhm,” Moira nodded, “Turns out our respective targets are fairly well acquainted.” “Cut to the chase, already!” “I’m trying to do away with an old colleague of mine- one Angela Ziegler- and she would most certainly know how to go about finding your old friend,” Just mentioning McCree made Ashe tighten her grip on her rifle, “My organization didn’t want to spare any resources on what they deemed a ‘personal vendetta,’ so I’m left pretty short-handed. I’ve got a very simple offer for you, Ashe: help me take care of this thorn in my side, and I’ll let you interrogate her for McCree’s location before we… tidy up.” “... Interestin’... ” Ashe murmured, “Now, what’s stoppin’ me from callin’ my friend Bob up here and having him snap you in half like the twig you are for disrespectin’ me and my gang like this?” Moira scowled slightly, then seemed to vanish from sight in a puff of purple and black smoke. “Wha-” Ashe exclaimed. Only a split second later, Moira reappeared in a similar cloud of dark smoke, with her right hand gripping Ashe’s face tightly. Where each finger pressed into her skin, she felt a painful burning sensation. “I am what’s stopping you,” Her fingers dug deeper, still burning intensely, “I’m here to offer you an alliance to benefit the both of us, not to make enemies,” Ashe’s entire face began to tingle, then sting when Moira’s hand seemed to glow purple, “But if you are so intent on it, I can assure you that I am a powerful and deadly enemy.” Ashe had no idea what was happening. It felt like her head was being burned away. She’d fought in thousands of intense fights, but she’d never seen anything like this before. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest, and she couldn’t find her words. A sound, a bit like a mudslide, filled the room as Ashe’s bowels were emptied into her soaked diaper. She felt the foul mess drop out of her body, piling up in her diaper, filling the spaces between her legs. The mess was soft, and spread around quickly. She was sure she felt some of it slip out of the diaper and into her actual pants. Her bladder had found more contents to lose, as well; while she was soiling herself, a powerful stream of urine flooded her diaper once more. The garment was soaked and full to bursting, and the urine not so much “leaked” as poured out of the diaper, which had lost all pretense of functioning by this point. Her thighs were suddenly warmed and wet by the twin rivers of pee flowing down her legs. Moira arrogantly smirked the entire time this was transpiring. Once Ashe had finished wetting and soiling her pants, the intimidating woman let go of her face, saying, “Seems like we have an understanding, then,” With a little flick of her other hand, a small, golden cloud was sprayed onto Ashe’s face. She expected more pain or further humiliation, but was surprised to feel the burning sensation fade away. She frantically patted her head with both hands, searching for damage, but none was to be found. “Stop worrying, I’ve healed you up.” Moira took a step back, and extended her hand- the healing one- out for a handshake, “We don’t have to be enemies, Ashe. Let’s work together, and take care of two pests at once,” Ashe slowed her breathing, and found her voice, “And you’re sure this woman you’re after is gonna know where McCree ran off to?” “I’m certain of it,” “... Okay, yeah… You got a deal, Moira,” Ashe reached out, and shook the mysterious woman’s hand. “Excellent. I’ll contact you again in about an hour with some instructions. For the time being, you may wish to devote some time to cleaning yourself up.” The deal struck, Moira vanished into thin air once more. Ashe looked around, but did not see her reappear anywhere nearby. Ashe absolutely hated the woman, but she did have a point about cleaning up. She hadn’t made a mess of herself this severely in a very long while. Now she probably would need Bob’s help to get changed. Not to mention that were several injured people unconscious in her room, many of them in similar states of needing a change. “Bob!” She shouted as she exited the building to get her Omnic companion, “Need some help here, Bo-” “Ms. Ashe!” Her heart almost stopped when she was greeted by a small group of Deadlock members outside the building. They looked somewhat panicked and had their weapons ready. “We heard someone say that an intruder was attacking us! Are you okay, Ms. Ashe?” The person at the forefront of this small group, a young woman, asked. Her eyes drifted downwards, settling on the obviously wet crotch of Ashe’s pants. And Ashe was sure they could smell her other accident. The Deadlock woman averted her eyes, and the others present slowly caught on and did the same. Ashe wanted to die on the spot. “Oh, um… Did you, uh… need a minute, Ms. Ashe?” The woman’s voice grew fainter and fainter as she spoke. Something snapped inside of her, and Ashe felt her shame get replaced by anger. She couldn’t stand the way they were pitying her right then. Her blood beginning to boil, she took an intimidating step forward, “I’m doin’ just fine, kid. You came by at the perfect time, as a matter of fact. There’s about ten people knocked out in my room, and unless you’re plannin’ on joinin’ them, I suggest you get to clearin’ them out!!” The Deadlock woman almost fell down as she retreated backwards, away from Ashe. As she’d hoped, a wet stain formed on the woman’s crotch, and travelled down her thighs. A few others in the group were doing the same. “Get movin’!” Ashe commanded. The woman frantically nodded, then ran into the building. The others followed after her. Ashe smirked when she noticed the messy bulge in the back of the woman’s pants. “Bob!” She called out. After a second, the large Omnic stood by her side. “Help me get cleaned up. After that, we’ve got a new plan...”
  12. In this sexy masturbation instruction video, Alisha helps you climax while teasing you with the pull-on style diaper she is wearing. Set outdoors, this video features Alisha wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and a pull-on style diaper. Talking directly to you through the camera, she instructs you on how she wants you to masturbate to the video. As she does so, she asks you to imagine her wetting in her diaper, giving you teasing glimpses of it as you touch yourself. Towards the end of the video she counts you down to climaxing.
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    I have a dilema. I'm wearing diapers during sleep for months now, because more and more often I don't wake up when I have to pee during sleep and I got tired of cleaning my bed. Wearing diapers doesn't bother me really and it's a convenient way to deal with the situation. But today I got an invitation from a friend to come to his birthday party next weekend. It's 2 days event and I'll have to sleep there. I don't know about detailed sleeping arrangements, but due to amount of people invited, I'm sure I won't be alone in the room and I won't have my private bathroom. Should I wear diapers and risk becoming a laughing stock of everyone there or sleep without protection and risk a wetting accident during sleep? I'll wear extra absorbent sanitary pad, if I decided to sleep without diapers. It's more discrete, but sadly can only absorb enough pee to save the situation if I have a really small accident. A few people attending this party know about my weak bladder, regular visits to the bathroom and occasional accidents, including a host of the party, but no one knows about diapers. Most of the people there I'll see for the first time and I'm not really keen on explaining why I wear diapers during sleep. Please help me decide what is the best approach to this situation.
  14. So this is a little scifi setting I've been mulling around the past month or so. This is one of two projects. One is yet to be posted and an actual piece of fiction. This is an interactive story done in a disco channel so while it does have the length it's a little rough but thoroughly enjoyable thus far. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjsemNhze7U Allow me to set the scene, to paint the canvas through which we will accompany our poor heroine. A small piece of music to help illustrate my vision of a corporate neon future. The San Angeles Metroplex or more commonly known as SANAM City. The remnants of the western North American Seaboard reformed on the temperate coast after the event... Everyone knows the event, it the world a chance to start over for better or worse. At a time during which the Earth's poles were reversing leaving the magnetosphere at a mere fraction of it’s strength the sun’s activity spiked. A devastating coronal mass ejection event started it all. Satellite’s circuitry fused in an instant, even the most hardened of communication systems ground to a halt with the interference generated by the petawatts of energy released upon the earth. High voltage transmission lines that made everyday living and the technology we relied on blew when the transformers melted, substations detonated from the ambient currents rippling through the atmosphere. Drives in all but the luckiest or most shielded locations were erased in a flash. The solar activity persisted and the power… stayed off. Governments crumbled, populations evaporated but as we are a tenacious species we carried on despite the adversity. The prevalence of nuclear reactors in the midwest and east coast left much of north america uninhabitable and a combination of factors made those who survived flock to the west coast. A temperate climate, the vast Pacific ocean, fertile farm ground and of course a lack of skin searing radiation which is a bonus. What little power structure survived was in the form of multinational corporations. Slowly they assumed control, provided stability, order. It wasn’t perfect but it was something. But enough of that history lesson. Some people don’t even believe that’s what really happened. With such limited electronic records from the time numerous wild conspiracy theories fill the net. Crime, drugs, technology and a thin facade of corporate order holding it all together. Welcome to Sanam city. Flashy advertisements line the streets projecting holo images. Far above ground level the ultralux jet about in their aircars looking down on those below stuck using wheeled transportation. Cybernetic implants enhance everyday life helping with every task imaginable. The sky is the limit when it comes to augmentation and if you can dream it up and have the credit for it… Therein came the problem. As with any foreign object certain precautions had to be taken to ensure the body’s white blood cells don’t attack and reject it. The latest iteration from PharmaTek of their ubiquitous acceptance cocktail Serum5 has been all the rage. Used in surgery it is combined with a potent anesthetic which makes it a favorite to smoke as well often sold by less than scrupulous doctors on the side looking for a little bit of extra cash. What nobody was expecting was the drastic side effects that accompanied the new revision. It wreaked havoc with the parasympathetic nervous system but only with those who had a XX chromosome pairing. The effects were almost instantaneous. Females everywhere began to experience the symptoms. Increased appetites, lacrimation, drooling and worst of all what looked like an inexplicable onset of incontinence like effects stemming from much more sensitive sphincter muscles. Nobody knew how to deal with it and information was scarce. PharmaTek slicers worked round the clock to expunge any questions confused and concerned women raised on the net. Doctors were paid off to look the other way and attribute such incidents up to stress but it was growing too big to cover up. With no fix insight and dollar signs in their eyes a pivot was made. After the first month past and the effects have spread to most if not all of the female population. Feminine incontinence wear sprang up practically overnight. Adverts and product campaigns in an effort to normalize and profit off of their own screwup. PharmaTek still hasn’t owned what it has done but profits are higher than ever now with it’s subdivisions devoting entire production lines to incontinence wear. Two months have passed since Serum5 hit the streets and the troubling issues brought with it are still fresh in everyone’s mind. Not everyone is accepting their fate laying down! Some still strive towards a cure to the sudden onset of symptoms but others resigned themselves to a life of ‘protection’. A song played in the early hours of the morning. The greenish hue of the fading Aurora Centralis besieged by the distant rising sun. “Just five more minutes.” a groggy voice calls out from underneath a set of expensive silken sheets. “Ms Blackstar, it is unsanitary to sleep in your own urine. This is the third night in a row you have urinated in your bedding. I advise an appointment with the company clinic. I scheduled an appointment for thursday of this week.” the ‘helpful’ computerized assistant spoke. “and I would advise using the restroom before bed.” it said almost as if it was mocking her. Her cheeks turned red as she slowly woke up. It was right… the clammy cool feeling of soaked sheets clung to her skin. “Nnnngggg not again!” she growled, wrinkling her nose at the smell of piss. She’d have to do laundry again. “Just… cancel the appointment and deactivate.” she said, obviously in no mood to be discussing her problem. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed her scowl only deepened seeing the huge damp splotch covering her bottom sheet and having soaked her pajamas. She pinched the bridge of her nose before her fingers in frustration before forcing herself to trudge to the bathroom. A shower would help, she’d have to strip the sheets again. This was getting real old… the past month had been chaos. Women under her command calling out sick having unfortunate… accidents and even having more than a few close calls herself including one afternoon in the office where after a mad scramble towards the restroom she’d ended up just yanking her skirt up and pissing through her panties. Everyone just said it was ‘something going around’ but what kind of cold did this? She’d seen one of the company doctors but he fed her some line of bullshit. Sounded like he was reading a script, told her to make sure she got some rest maybe take some time off. It didn’t sit right with her and now it seemed to be getting worse. She was wetting her bed again! A PrivSec agent should not being doing that… no less a PrivSec field commander! What kind of person wanted to hire security from someone who couldn’t stop wetting themselves… or worse? A hot shower helped ease her mind, it always did. Her morning routine fell into place with a few extra additions to accommodate her little bedwetting incident. A brush through her long black hair, a faint dusting of makeup followed by her sharp grey suit. It wasn’t her field outfit but she could change into that later if necessary. Most corporate jobs had been little more than babysitting lately which… with all the issues she was facing wasn’t exactly a bad thing. The door to her more than modest apartment opened and shut behind her as she exited towards the carpark. Even the low level grunts at PrivSec were payed relatively well. It wasn’t a bad outfit to work for if you didn’t mind turning blind eye on occasion to some of the less than moral contracts. Her implants hummed away taking care of minor tasks like opening her car door and making sure her apartment’s security system was armed. Unlike much of the tech on the street her implants were all top notch, designed not to stand out, not to raise attention. At first glance one would never even notice she was auged except for the faint glowing ring her pupils. Another benefit of being employed by PrivSec, implants related to your job function were provided at a heavy discount and doctor’s services were waived as long as it was installed inhouse. An executive black sedan waited for her. Living in a better part of SANAM city meant most of the other vehicles around hers were similar but all it took was driving a couple of miles in the wrong direction and the rolling scrap heaps people called cars would surround her vehicle. The coffee warmed her throat as she greedily sucked it down taking a seat on the fine leather. Sunlight was just starting to wash over the sprawling city, not that it was ever really dark anymore. Not with the aurora and the constant advertisements. The car’s engine fired to life with the raucous bark of a powerful cold start before falling into a smooth rumble. Before she could set off an advertisement chimed in through the av unit the holographic image of what could only be described as a child’s diaper appearing. “Now available to women everywhere the revolutionary Huggies Titan with color changing indic...” the advert went on before she bellowed angrily. “Turn that shit off!” she spat. People weren’t actually buying this garbage were they? She could feel the satin grasp of the panties she wore underneath her suit and blushed at the thought of wearing something so ridiculous. With an angry stab of the throttle she set off into the city’s early morning bustle. She continued to sip her coffee and catch up on the news as she drove moving from light to light. She liked to get to the office early. That gave her a chance to pick her assignment before other field commanders might choose a contract she wanted. She was getting close to the office, an uneventful drive thus far. Traffic had been heavier than normal but not too bad. She’d still be on time but… something caught the corner of her eye. Out the side window down a littered alley she spotted two bangers. Two hoods to whatever local gang was around working over some guy pretty good. A man and a woman both wearing a black hoodie with some neon colors on the back. “Low life parasites...” she sneered, her hand moving towards the large sidearm holstered under her suit jacket. She gave a sidelong glance at the time in her ocular implant. She could stop this, save that poor guy do a small act of good in a city that so often lacked it but… if she got out and approached those two punks who knows how long it could take or how risky it could be to approach them. What if they had backup? Most days she would have just driven by barely sparing a glance. Maybe it was everything that had been going on giving her a little bit of perspective but fed up as she was she wasn’t about to let this shit just happen. “Fuck it.” she glanced at the time, it would be cutting it close but… an outlet for her frustrations sounded just like what she needed. The door opened and with a hiss and the driver behind her layed on the horn to which she responded with a steely glare and a flash of her middle finger. The car’s door shut behind her and the automated driver took over shuttling the vehicle out of the roadway while she took care of business per se. The simplest way to clock a concealed weapon but not always the most accurate, a quick thermal scan. A quick change of her vision mode to thermal. The woman was wearing a pair of brass knuckles and from the rough outline the man looked to have a small firearm tucked into his waistband. Probably some piece of shit polymer printed illegal knockoff. The yellows and reds faded from her vision as she returned to normal sight. “Hey!” she barked at them already drawing the large caliber handgun from underneath her shoulder. Her other hand already flashing her PrivSec badge as she approached. A PrivSec agent was not someone you wanted to run up against. The two paused kicking the brutalized man and for a moment there was a calm in the alley punctuated by a groan of pain. At 5’10” Emelie Blackstar wasn’t exactly a small woman and in the small heels she wore around the office she crested six feet tall. The two seemed unimpressed by her stature or her badge and the young girl maybe early twenties spoke up first. “Oh come up we’re just showing our friend what happens when you mess with us.” she said. Her mouth was hidden underneath a bandana but she sounded like she was grinning, the smug little bitch. “Yeah, this ain’t some corpoRAT security detail so why don’t you fuck off.” her partner in crime spat with a laugh. The pair had balls but that wasn’t liable to count for much with a piece of serious hardware leveled at you. “Why don’t you go put on a show for some ultralux, whore.” the girl mocked. Her brightly dyed blue hair framed her face falling out from under her hood. Emelie just wanted to knock her teeth in. So far she had shown restraint but these two… her finger twitched moving from the trigger guard to the trigger. As his accomplice spoke he made his move reaching for his concealed weapon. He never even managed to draw it from his waistband before she fired the first shot. A deafening crack echoed in the alley, her aural implants attenuating the sound protecting her hearing. Another crack as she fired a second time, each crack of gunfire accompanied by the satisfying metal snap of the slide racking back ejecting the spent cartridge. Five shots directly center mass splattering the ground behind him with a red mist. He slumped over instantly. The woman’s eyes were as wide as saucers when she saw the agent storming towards her gun still in hand. “You should have listened to me. Your little friend here was about to come at me with an illegal piece. Now you’ll be on the hook for murder.” she said with a smirk as she grabbed the woman by the collar and shoved her against back against the wall. “N...no please… please just… just let me go.” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. She narrowed her eyes jamming the hot muzzle of her gun straight against the woman’s throat. A small mercy she was wearing a bandanna but that would be the least of her problems should she decide to pull the trigger. She pinned her against the wall with her forearm using her hand to yank down the bandanna getting a good look at her face analyzing the expression. “Genuine remorse...” she said as she loosened her grip finally hearing the sound of running water. It was faint but noticeable with her enhanced hearing. She let her go taking a step back. “You… no… don’t tell me...” giving a look of disgust at the distraught girl glancing down expecting to see a growing wet splotch rushing down her ripped at the knee jeans but nothing… Something clicked in her mind. That damned advertisement she’d heard earlier. A quick flash back to thermal vision showed her everything she needed to know. The glowing yellow radiant heat all around her groin. “Show some backbone, christ are you actually wearing one of those… things?” she couldn’t even bring herself to say the word. “And stop crying!” she snapped at her waving her gun nonchalantly. “I… I can’t stop!” she said defensively, wiping her eyes. “and… and I didn’t even feel it.” the girl mumbled averting her gaze. The agent was disgusted but at the same time morbidly curious. “Let me see it.” she found herself saying. The woman blushed furiously, as if admitting to having pissed herself was embarrassing enough now this deranged woman wanted to see… her… diaper? “You can’t be serious!” she balked. “Just fucking do it and then get your ass out of here. I don’t want to waste anymore ammo today.” she threatened. The color drained from her face and her hands fumbled with her pants quickly yanking them down mid thigh exposing the sodden garment. It was just like that damn advert had described. Thick, swollen with urine the cutesy prints faded when she’d wet it. “Get out of my sight.” she said coldly, jamming the firearm back into her holster. Tapping her finger to her ear for a moment walking towards the end of the alley leaving the surreal scene behind her. She combed her fingers through her hair as the operator came on through her implant. “No… the emergency is passed.” she said to the emergency dispatch. “No… just… listen. PrivSec agent ID 37489 just send an officer down. Some little shit came at me with a piece of knockoff tech… No I won’t wait at the scene. Yes, whatever just send the paperwork to the office.” she said tersely ending the call. Walking along the sidewalk leaving the alley she called her car remotely tracking its crawl through traffic as it homed in on her location. She winced, feeling that familiar pang of growing urgency. That coffee… she should have known it would go right through her. She took a deep breath and pinched her thighs together before pressing on ignoring the sensation. “Damn autodrive… could it have found a farther parking spot!” she groused still waiting for her car to appear in the seemingly endless flow of traffic. Finally after another few minutes it slowly pulled up along side her as she strolled casually through the dingy streets gratefully getting into the passenger door when it slid open. “Get me to the office.” she said taking a somewhat stiff sitting posture, tapping her foot against the carpeting. “Uhg, I’m going to be late I knew I should have kept going.” she complained. Truthfully she would only be perhaps five minutes or so late but she had a feeling the better assignments would already be taken by the time she arrived. The rest of the drive was fortunately less eventful and though she resisted the urge to jam her hand between her legs thinking herself better than that she certainly wanted to. There it was, finally; the PrivSec building. A massive obsidian obelisk in a sea of concrete and glass superstructures. The car could park itself allowing her to take a deep breath and depart. She walked quickly into the looming building passing through the requisite security checkpoints verifying both biometric and implant locks along the way. She could feel her muscles quivering as she stood in the elevator forcing herself not to squirm. The very muscles threatening to send a torrential downpour straight into her uniform. Finally the bell chimed and her floor was revealed through the maglevetator. She let out a sigh of relief and departed heading straight towards the restroom. Approaching her from the other side of the hall was a man clad in a pinstriped black suit. Her stomach dropped, it was her boss… “You’re late Blackstar.” his gravely voice called out. He was holding a folder in his hands… was he just fucking waiting for her? Hagar that little micromanaging prick! This was bad… what if he got off on some tangent and started lecturing her or what if he wanted to talk mission parameters… She just wanted to piss! Of course he was waiting for her today of all days. She groaned as he approached her feeling uncomfortably full. It was getting urgent but she’d be fine… she was simply feeling a little concerned and rightfully so with what had been happening lately. The worry came from the twitchy sensation between her legs. She took a deep breath and focused, forcing herself to stand up straight her professional shoes clacking against the floor as she closed the distance. “Just a little distraction on the way to the office… you know how it is.” she said dismissively; having decided to address him first before running off. Ignoring her boss… not a smart move. “Actually, I don’t. The police report came in. It’s waiting on your desk for a signature. If you want to be a hero do it on your own time.” he said. She raised her eyebrow folding her arms over her chest shifting from one foot to another. “Priority B mission.” he said thrusting the folder at her. That must have been why he was in a less than jovial mood. She took the folder holding it under her arm already slowly beginning to circle around him. Normally the two had a good working relationship and on a small handful of occasions met for a few drinks and some extra curricular activities. Given the rigid corporate environment sleeping with a subordinate was not exactly smiled upon. It gave her a little bit of leverage with him but she knew if she really tried to pull that card he would most certainly take her down with him. “Priority B? I’ll take a look at it in a minute.” she said already beginning to look away. He sighed “You know the rules, we’ve got to go over mission parameters. This is an ultralux heavy hitter.” he began. “I said in a minute okay so unless you want me pissing all over the floor meet me in my damn office in five minutes!” she snapped at him shooting him a dangerous look. That didn’t stop him from quietly snickering and raising his hands in defense. “Fine fine, five minutes.” he said, watching her walk. “Oh and get me a danish from the coffee room… no, two. I’m fucking famished.” she said rubbing her stomach. “Fuck…” she hissed under his breath clenching her fists as she quickly walked towards the bathroom. Fortunately he wasn’t in as bad of a mood as he let on, just stressed at getting a priority B mission. Her cursing might come up later but he usually let her slide except for the few times he mentioned it in her damn yearly review but that’s another story! Finally the bathroom was in sight. She had just been joking about pissing all over the floor but seeing the bathroom so close suddenly seemed to make the urge even stronger. Her bladder spasmed but she didn’t feel anything and with a burst of speed she darted forward throwing caution to the wind as she threw open the bathroom door and hurried inside. Small mercy it was empty. The door locked automatically behind her giving her the privacy to attend to her rather pressing needs. She tossed the file haphazardly onto the granite counter; her hands were already fumbling with the front of her pants as she bounced from foot to foot. The sight of the toilet right in front of her making the need to go even worse. In a swift motion she yanked down her pants accompanied by her panties letting her head lull back with a moan of relief that was shortly drown out by the gushing noisy hiss. Blissful relief and she’d made it not like the other week which still made her flush with embarrassment. Pissing through her panties as she sat on the toilet, her a grown woman of twenty-nine, a PrivSec agent no less! The coffee having stimulated another urge she gave a push and finished her morning evacuation with an unladylike series of noises. She frowned, the urge had come on so fast and the strange sensations. She was growing concerned. At first she had tried to chalk it up to coincidence… and the first doctor had told her it was just stress but these close calls and then her wet sheets. “Fuck...” she said when her eyes finally rested on the gusset of her panties. There was a telltale damp splotch and a faint wet streak that ran down the inseam of her pants. “Fuck!” she cursed again loudly slamming her fist against the wall. Tears started to well in her eyes. “What the fuck… why am I crying!” she howled even more angry than before. It took a few seconds to calm down, but she did. Wiping her eyes to stave off the unbidden tears and squirming when the bidet triggered she was ready to start her day. She approached the mirror, a news feed of various stories scrolling through down one side. The water turned on automatically and she washed her hands, meticulously drying them before straightening out her coat making sure she was composed once again. “Get it the fuck together.” She told her reflection grabbing the folder from the counter. Emelie marched out of the bathroom back towards her office, stomach growling with ravenous hunger. He was waiting for her sitting across from her desk and as requested with two pastries and another cup of coffee were waiting for her. He was holding one palm up a holographic image projecting up as he casually checked his mail whilst waiting for her. The projection faded as he heard her enter and he cleared his throat. “Good morning Em, I didn’t mean to be sharp with you it’s just well you know… priority B.” he began, flashing a charismatic smile. “Yeah yeah, just don’t make it a habit.” She teased tossing the folder onto her desk, lowering herself into her cushy office chair. “So this mission, what are doing doing?” she began, reaching for the folder as he implants synced with the holoprojectors mounted in her desk. He intercepted her movements first. Before she could open the file he put his hand on top, a look of concern on his face. “Before that…” he began somewhat hesitantly. “Are you… doing okay?” he asked. The gesture of sympathy caught her by surprise. Of course they had a close working relationship but in the office he had always kept her at an arm’s reach. Analyzing his facial expressions with her implant she looked him over for ulterior motives; concern, unease, apprehension… amusement followed by a long list of potential false positives. ‘Fucking asshole would be amused by the situation’ but perhaps that was a little harsh she thought. Likely he was doing the exact same thing, scanning her reaction. Fuck it was tempting, to just talk about what had been happening lately. It seemed he was genuinely concerned, her only worry was as her boss he might take anything she said to the medical department. “Look you don’t have to tell me anything… I just know a lot of weird stuff has been going on the past few weeks… not specifically with you I mean” He said using an innocuous euphemism. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he meant by weird stuff. She took a large bite out of one of the pastries mulling it over. He was the closest thing to a friend she had in PrivSec. It was weird, everyone seemed to at least on some level know that something was wrong… but no one was talking about it probably too embarrassed to be the first to say something. It was easier to just carry on and pretend everything was normal despite a few extra loads of laundry. Even the few times she did a quick search of the net there were no hits leaving her thinking she was the only one suffering such issues or it was just all in her head. The raven haired agent looked at him, washing down the pastry with a gulp of coffee She set the cup of aromatic caffeinated liquid down staring at it for a moment before returning her gaze to his. Narrowing her eyes she pointed at him “This doesn’t leave this room and so help me god if you laugh… I’ve already shot one person today.” She threatened with a menacing tone. He shook his head giving her a look “Who am I going to tell?” he casually brushed away her concerns. Emelie rubbed her face with her hands massaging her temples. “I’m doing… well not exactly bad but…” she began, pausing as her cheeks started to blush red with embarrassment. “Have you noticed all those stupid adverts from the PharmaTek subdivisions?” she said, seeming to suddenly nonsequitor to another topic. He gave her a confused look before it clicked. “Sort of… not really though. So much of those ads are targeted by implant id.” He said, having a vague idea of what she was talking about. “I thought it was crazy… I mean they look like baby diapers with those prints and everything. I thought what kind of self respecting woman would wear -that-.” She continued, slowly getting back to her point. “One of those bangers I ran into this morning. She was wearing one… totally pissed herself.” She said before he interjected. “Well… you did gun down her running partner in front of her with that hand cannon of yours.” He said with a chuckle which earned him a sharp look. “And I held it to her neck but that’s not the point. Sorry… I’m rambling a bit.” She said shaking her head using the momentary silence to take another bite of her pastry. “I started wetting the bed…” she finally forced herself to admit. “You… what?” he said blankly, blinking a few times. “You heard me dick, don’t make me repeat it!” She said feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. “Once last week… and now three nights in a row.” She elaborated with a sheepish tone. It was what he had asked about but hearing it actually come from her mouth just made it seem even more outlandish. His mouth hung open slightly. “I see.” He said pensively, quickly composing himself. “Yeah… and I’ve had a few close calls during the day.” She said, the concern evident in her voice. “This morning?” he asked. She shook her head. “Not quite, close but I could have held it. I just didn’t want to risk it.” “Understandable… it could be worse though.” He said which earned him another sharp look. “How…” she said bluntly. He scratched the perfectly trimmed stubble along his square cut jaw. “I’m not going to tell you her name but another of the block managers she shit herself. Right in the middle of the Weekly Operation report meeting.” He said bluntly. Her eyes widened. “No…” she said in disbelief. “Yes… she was just sitting there fiddling with her pen taking some notes and I see her just go white as a sheet and then I heard it… and smelled it. She was shocked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone run so fast out of one of those meetings.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s not funny!” she barked at him. “Sorry sorry.” He said defensively. “It’s not even just the bathroom issues… I’ve been so hungry lately!” she exclaimed, finishing the first pastry as if to reinforce what she’d said. “and the crying… uhg sometimes I can just feel tears starting for no reason. I just… I don’t know what I’m going to do if… this gets worse.” She confided with him. “and before you say anything I have seen a doctor. He said it was probably just stress. Which is bullshit and you know it. That’s just code for I have no idea.” She said with a wry laugh. “Now can I laugh?” he asked which brought a smile to her face. “I’ll allow it.” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Well for what it’s worth I don’t think you’re alone with whatever is going on.” He said doing his best to be comforting. “That’s what I thought but… the few times I searched the net I couldn’t find anything but ads for Huggies and Pampers.” She said with an irritated shake of her head. “I mean… couldn’t they at least make them without those stupid cutesy prints!” she said. He gave her a confused look. “Nevermind…” she said embarrassed that she even knew what they looked like. “I also wanted to let you know you’ve got a mandatory physical eval today. I think it’s concerning what’s been going around all the women do. They started with the grunts earlier. I only heard about it today…” he said. She let out a pensive ‘hmm’ and opened up her messages on the holoprojector waving her hand to scroll through before seeing the invite. “Yeah… right here I’m scheduled for 9.” She said with a sigh taking another sip of coffee already eyeing her second pastry. “Thanks…” she said glancing away shyly. “But… if it’s all the same I’ve had enough talking about how I’m pissing my pants and let’s just brief me on mission details before my appointment.” Em said, getting down to business as she plucked a morsel of sweet dough from the delicious breakfast bread. “Right, of course.” He said, opening the folder revealing the papers contained within. “Client’s an ultralux which you probably already guessed.” He began, she nodded and let him continue as she worked on finishing breakfast. “Classic story, spoiled daughter gets it in her head that she wants some excitement, comes down ground level.” He covered spreading out the files on her desk. Pictures of the target, the client and her last known location. “Classic story indeed, can I guess how it ends?” she asked taking a good look at the pictures. “By all means.” He said with a gesture of his hand. “Goes to the club scenes, parties her brains out high of everything from Ozone to every Serum remix available and ends up locked in some guys basement. Now he’s trying to ransom her to daddy. How’d I do?” she asked looking up with a smirk. “Close, I’ll give you a B minus.” He joked. “First, ‘some guy’ happens to be Division Ruin. Serious players in the valley they run some serious combat grade hardware. DR management are ex higher ups from different arms manufacturers and second… we don’t think she knows she’s being ransomed. From what we can tell they’re treating her pretty good meaning…” he paused. “Once Daddy pays they’re just going to kill her.” She answered in his stead. “exactly… and third he’s an investor. So he’s given us a timetable and it’s how should we say… short.” He continued. Emelie frowned, she kicked herself for coming in late today. “On the upside Priority B means close air support if you request it and some pretty choice hardware if you want to go in loud. “I would say this kind of mission is begging for some creative infil, getting close to the higher ups and convince the target to walk right out but I don’t know that you have the time for that but… anyway like I said. Parameters are up to you, keep in mind we do have an asset in DR so try not to kill too many people. She sighed and nodded. “We’ll figure it out and get back Daddy’s little princess in one piece.” The two talked for an hour and change covering the layout of the surrounding area, strength and size of DR forces, security measures, equipment options, tactical approaches and everything else they could fit into the hour before her appointment. She ushered him out of her office so she could maybe get some answers about what was going on. The medical wing was decent walk away from her office. Wing was really more of an understatement as the PrivSec building also housed what amounted to a private hospital. “Examination room FF” she said aloud glancing over her shoulder as a bookish looking operative walked past her leaving one of the rooms on the opposite side of the hall her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. “Welcome Ms. Blackstar.” A chipper female voice called out as she opened the door and quickly shut it behind her. “Mm” she nodded. “Please, go ahead and fill out this questionnaire and then undress.” The shorter woman said. She seemed too happy for this kind of meeting probably just trying to be friendly but Emelie didn’t like her. “Right.” She responded curtly, having to remind herself that the doctor was just trying to help. Had she received any implants and been administered with the new Serum5, had she experienced any increase in appetite, increase in needing to use the restroom… and at the very bottom of the list bouts of incontinence… It was a clean sweep, a yes to every question though she felt the defensive need to clarify with the qualifiers to downplay the severity. “If I could just elaborate on some of these questions…” she asked but the woman shook her head offering a friendly smile. “Oh no that’s not necessary we appreciate your honesty and it only helps us help you!” she said taking the clipboard allowing the woman to undress. Wanting to finish as soon as possible she did as asked carefully setting her shoes aside before slipping out of her pants. Her jacket and shirt followed suit and soon she was standing there in just her light satin panties with an elegant trimming of lace along with a matching bra. “Oh, completely naked please.” The woman asked when she turned around now holding an instrument in her hand. “I’m going to sync with your implants to check your vitals if you’ll open your firewall to device ID 72fc444A.” she said continuing with that irritatingly chipper tone of voice. She sighed again thankful that the small leak from earlier had dried by now as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and tugged her panties down her long toned thighs. Unhooking her bra shortly thereafter she stood, entirely nude in front of the woman her impressive physique on display. “Go ahead Doc, you should be able to sync now.” She said, folding her arms over her chest. “Thank you, this shouldn’t take long.” She said humming to herself as she waved the device around looking at the screen and then poked and prodded at the woman’s body. “Odd…” she noted as she went about her work. “You haven’t felt drowsy or light headed lately?” she asked idly. “No… why?” Emelie asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Well your average resting heartrate has decreased by approximately 5 beats per minute to 49 or so. Exercising more?” She commented keeping as professional as ever. Emelie just shook her head and let the woman continue. Her impressive physique was enhanced by her implants. Lengthy fibrous metal cables ran the length of her spine and branched off into the major muscle groups in her arms, legs and even into her core. The Apollyon module implanted in the base of her spine helped enhance strength through muscle density and endurance by helping the body filter out lactic acid more quickly. With an elaborate suite of sensors it was also the module the doctor was currently accessing her vital information with. “Well you’re as fit as ever.” She said making a note on the medical device. The woman stood just barely above chest height eye to eye with Emelie’s generous c cup chest. “Let me just check.” She said to herself, setting the device down and reaching out practically jabbing her freezing cold fingers against the woman’s abdomen. Her stomach showed just the faintest hint of musculature underneath a layer of supple pale skin. She flinched, grunting in surprise at the sudden sensation of the woman’s fingers jabbing against her stomach and bladder. Even worse she could feel a spasm, a sudden tickle against her nethers and then a warm rivulet of liquid running down the back of her thigh. ‘Fuck!’ she thought to herself praying the woman didn’t notice. Discussing the issues was one thing but… dribbling down her legs in front of her… that was too much! “Nng” she let out an audible groan as the woman’s fingers dug in a little harder kneading around putting more pressure on her abdomen. “My apologies for any discomfort.” She said continuing to strain and pressure her lower muscles. Her bladder spasmed again and she felt another warm gush of urine run down her legs dribbling onto the floor. “Enough of that!” she exclaimed smacking at the woman’s hand, cheeks burning bright red at having just peed in front of her. It wasn’t much but still, she was mortified! “That should conclude my examination. Thank you for your cooperation Ms. Blackstar.” The woman said. “You may use the towel on the wall to clean up.” She said as if she had been expecting her to urinate all over herself. “You performed exceedingly well and I must say I’m jealous of how you held it together when I pressure your sphincter muscles.” She spoke as the blushing woman toweled legs off. “I’ll get down to brass tax. Though we have no definite information evidence points to a unique interplay between Serum5 and our female physiology. You’re not the only one experience these symptoms an increase in urge incontinence, increased appetite and a mix of others as I am sure you are aware. Oh before you redress…” she said, stopping her just as her panties began to crest her thighs. “I have a sample for you.” She said opening a drawer tugging out a small wrapped package. “The latest in discrete incon wear. The Poise Guardian pad or if you’d prefer I have more absorbent options.” She said still keeping that same chipper tone of voice that was really beginning to irritate her. She was tempted to slap the damn thing from her hand! She needed a medical solution not a diaper! “Are you fucking kidding me!?” she finally snapped. The smaller woman recoiled slightly but stood her ground. “I understand you are frustrated but this is only a temporary solution until a more permanent course of action is presented.” She asserted. “I’m a grown woman! I’m not a child! I don’t need to go fucking traipsing around in a diaper!” she fumed. “This is ridiculous!” she continued, having lost her temper. “This isn’t a diaper!” she protested. After her little eruption the two stood silently, Emelie weighing her options. It was official… she had a problem but this… it seemed so extreme. So she had a few close calls… did she really need to resort to… this? Accepting it just felt like admitting to her weakness but at the same time… it seemed like the smart choice.
  15. ******this is not my story! my friend PinkTheDinosaur has given me permission to post their story here. please check out their DeviantArt page for more info! https://pinkthedinosaur.deviantart.com/ “Mom!” I yelled at loud as I could. “I don't want to do that!” “Andy it's either this or you go back to regular school.” my mom told me. “That was part of the deal.” About a year ago a man came up to my mom and me and asked if I would model their companies new clothing line. Their child model got sick and missed the shoot. Desperate to finish the shoot, the photographer ran up to the first random boy with a parent that he could see and begged us to help him. After a bit of a discussion, my mom allowed it and I modeled the latest kids outfits. After we were done, the photographer offered me a job! Mom told me no at first. Saying I still had school and stuff. But after a bit of a discussion about it, she decided to allow it. I would be placed into homeschool and be allowed to model. But there was an exception. If I didn't model for over 4 months, I will have to go back to school. At first, it was great! People really liked the way I looked and wanted to hire me. But after 8 months, people stopped calling. I didn't really have an agent, besides my mom, and she didn't really know much about the job. Now I was coming up to 3 ½ months without a job and I really didn't want to go back to regular school. So when mom found a job for me I was excited, at first. Then I saw what I would be modeling. “But mom! There diapers! I don't wear diapers!” I protested. “They are Pampers plus size.” my mom told me. “You just have to model them, you don't actually need to use them.” “But it's still embarrassing!” I told her. “Well it's either this or you go back to school.” mom told me sternly. “You wanted to model and sadly there's nothing else at the moment.” Mom was right, it was the diapers or school. I had to decide. ______________ Mom and I were in the dressing room getting ready. “I still can't believe I'm doing this,” I mumble as I fumble to tape the diaper on while on a changing table. “You decided this, too late to back out now.” mom told me from behind a curtain. “Hey mom, these don't feel right.” I tell her as she opened the curtain to check on me. She immediately started laughing. I blushed a deep shade of red. “MOM IT'S NOT FUNNY!” I screamed. “No, no, no,” mom said through her laughter. “I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing because you put it on backwards.” “Ow…” I mumbled before mom pushed me down and untaped the diaper. “Mom what are you doing!” I yelled “Don't worry sweetie. I've changed you more times than you can count. I'll be real quick.” mom told me. And she was right, Mom quickly slid the diaper from under me and flipped it around. she easily lifted up my butt and sat me down on the soft padding of the diaper. She then folded the top part over my crotch and re-taped the diaper back onto me. Luckily, right on time as someone opened the door and looked inside. “Aww how cute! Having mommy put you in a fresh diaper!” the lady assistant said. My face was blushing bright red and I nearly yelled at her but my mom spoke first. “Andy’s almost ready. Well be there in just a second.” my mom told the lady. With that, the lady left and mom helped me up. The diaper felt odd. Like I was sitting on a pillow despite standing up. It felt so strange with the padding around my crotch and butt. I turned to a full body mirror and got a good look at the front of the diapers. They were mostly white, except for a blue lining around the diapers with 5 cartoon dinosaurs on the landing zone for the tapes. “Come on Andy, we don't want them to be waiting for us.” mom said as she took my hand and led me out into the main set. There were already taken pictures of a few other kids and asked me to wait just a moment. There were kids of all ages, from 3 to 17 and all were wearing diapers! I'm 10 and I'm modeling the diapers meant for kids 10-14. “Excuse me miss, but could my son get something to drink?” my mom asked “Yes, just one moment.” the assistant lady told my mom. Within a few minutes, another lady walked up to us. “Did you just ask for a drink?” the assistant asked. “Yes we did.” mom replied to her and the assistant handed my mom a sippy cup. “I guess they were out of regular cups.” mom told me as she handed me the cup. I wasn't about to start drinking from the sippy part, so I unscrewed it and began drinking the juice inside. The juice was very sweet and had a slightly strange aftertaste. But it was still good. “Andy, you're up!” the photographer yelled. I quickly downed the rest of the juice before I ran up to the stage. Over the next few minutes, the photographer had me in all types of poses. Most of them showing off the diaper. “Ok, now let's get the one for the package.” the photographer said as a lady about my mom’s age walked onto the stage. “Ok Andy, I want you to look like your happy to be in a new clean diaper.” That was easier said than done. I really just wanted to be out of the diapers as fast as possible, But I did the best I could and put on a happy smile and tried to look as cute as possible as the lady grabbed the back of my diaper and pretended to be pulling it onto me. “Perfect!” the photographer yelled as he started snapping pictures. Right behind him, however, I noticed my mom talking to the same assistant mom asked for the drink earlier. In her hand, she had a paper cup and both the assistant and my mom had a look of terror on their faces as they turned to look at me. There was a flash as the picture was taken, and I let out a big fart! My eyes went wide as my stomach suddenly felt like it was doing somersaults and I wrapped my arms around it. What the hell was happening! Then it happened. Without warning. My eyes went wide as I felt the backside of my diaper suddenly explode outward as I began filling with poop! “GROSS!” the lady holding my diaper screamed as she jumped back. The sudden movement made me jump as well and I lost balance! Falling backward, I landed on my butt and I felt my poop go everywhere! For a second, my mind could not process what just happened. Everyone was now staring at the 10-year-old boy in a black t-shirt sitting in a full diaper. When that realization finally hit me, I began to bawl! Mom immediately rushed over to me and hugged me, trying her best to get me to stop crying before she lifted me up and had me walk back to the dressing room. Later we would learn that it was all just a big misunderstanding. The sippy cup was meant for a different kid who was going to show off how much the diaper can hold. The assistant was only told to deliver the cup to the parent that ordered the drink. She didn't know it wasn't meant for me. But in that moment, I didn't care. I was crying so hard as my messy diaper was seen by everyone as I walked back to the dressing room. I was first laid down onto the changing table as before and my mom rubbed my face trying to calm me down. Next, she untapped the tabs on both sides of the diaper and flinched when she say just how bad the mess really was. Using the front of the diaper, mom did her best to wipe off most of the mess with just that. Next my mom got out the wet wipes and began cleaning every part of me. She wiped my legs, my but, and even my crack! I was so ashamed and still crying that I didn't care that my mom was now wiping my butt clean! “Ok sweety, i need you to lift yourself up for a moment.” mom told me. Doing as she asked i lifted my butt off the dirty diaper and mom finished cleaning under me and pulled the diaper out from under me. She quickly balled it up and tossed it into the trash before coming back over to me. I was about to get up when my mom pushed me back down and pulled out another diaper. “M-M-MOM! I-I-I don't want a-a-a new diaper!” I bawled. “I'm sorry sweetie, but this is just in case.” mom told me as I cried even harder. Mom lifted me back up and sat me back down onto the new diaper. She then got out a bottle of baby powder and pored some onto my croch. “This is just so you don't get a rash.” mom told me as she taped the diaper. Still crying about the diaper, my mom lifted me up and hugged me as she tried to calm me down. This was the worst day in my life! Also, I was now the face of Pampers plus size diapers! *****ill be posting the chapters one at a time every few hours***** full story on there DeviantArt page if you cant wait.
  16. Geomutsu

    Diaper Pwincess

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    Videos from diaperpwincess's tumblr. She has unfortunately deleted her account, but here are some of her videos to enjoy. Contains wetting and messing.

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  17. LucyDL

    FUTURAMA INTERACTIVE

    PART 1 WILL BE POSTED SHORTLY, SUBSCRIBE/FOLLOW TO BE NOTIFIED WHEN ITS OUT > story will contain diaper wetting (a lot) > story is interactive (predicting the contents will be very difficult) > story may contain messing (depends on votes later on in the story) > story may have light sexual content (dependant on votes) > story will have inventory management (items that can be used or held on to) > characters will have stats > this story is NOT canon and will likely contain characters from other shows/games
  18. Heather felt her diaper sag between her legs as she stood from her chair to answer the door. It hung, warm and swollen, under her floral sundress, although she did not notice having needed the toilet. She rarely did: she had never been potty trained. For that matter, neither was any other woman in Heather's family, and she could count the number of panty-wearing classmates she knew on one hand. Heather still vividly remembered the minor scandal when Stacy Thompson announced that she'd be "using the toilet from now on" in the eighth grade, it had been the hottest gossip for weeks. And then there was when Maggie Newman wore panties, no, lingerie (how much they must have cost!) under her homecoming dress Sophomore year to impress Shaq Jackson, but she'd been proven for a fraud a couple hours in when she'd wet herself in the middle of the dance floor, dashing her romantic ambitions. They had to turn the lights on to mop up the puddle! Poor girl. That was everyone, really, that Heather knew by name, although she did recognize the handful of girls in the halls whose skinny-jeaned rumps lacked the puffiness of their peers. That isn't to say that Heather cared a wink, though. This is how her whole life had been and neither she or most of her friends saw much abnormality in it. Heather opened her front door to reveal that Molly had arrived to hang out. It was a hot July day and Molly was dressed accordingly: jean shorts and a tank top that revealed the waist band of her diaper when she stretched her arms. Heather and Molly had been friends their whole lives, and were trying to make the most of their final summer before going off to college. The two grabbed some chips and salsa and a bottle of coke from Heather's kitchen and went upstairs to hang out in Heather's room. The two spent some time shooting the shit, Molly laying on her belly on Heather's floor, on her phone, while Heather lounged in the bean bag chair and munched on the tostitos, not caring whether Molly could see up her dress. Molly didn't care to look, but if she had she would have seen the pee staining Heather's diaper. "Hey, have you heard about that big protest today?" asked Molly, scrolling through twitter. "Yeah! The women's march, right?" Heather had seen, it was all over the news. Several of their friends were in attendance, attempting to bring more attention towards woman's issues. "Apparently there was a big pro-potty training demonstration." "No kidding!" "Yeah, hundreds of ladies just peed their pants in front of the Capitol." "That's some statement!" "What do you think about all that?" Heather considered it for a moment. Of course, the acceptance of toilet training for women was a hot button feminist issue, right up there with addressing rape culture and the wage gap. "I mean, I get it, the lack of potty training for women has kept us down for ages. Like, financially alone, diaper costs do build up." "Tell me about it." "And all those excuses those misogynists give are such bullshit. We aren't on our period 24/7! We can control some of our bodily functions, it just sets up a needless divide where women are dependent on men for some culturally imposed 'need'." "Fuckin' preach." said Molly, snatching up a chip. "At the same time though, like... I'm not sure if I'd really want to be potty trained." "Oh really?" "Yeah, I mean, it just seems so inconvenient, right? To have to stop whatever you're doing and go to a specific room just to do your business? It just seems like such a hassle." "I mean you still have to get changed though." "Yeah but I feel like you have more control over that taking place." "Not if you can actually control your bladder." "I suppose that's true." The silence resumed for a bit but was interrupted by a scrunching of Molly's face. "Speaking of controlling your bladder..." At that, Molly appeared to clench a little, behavior Heather obviously recognized as Molly having a poop. She could see the seat of Molly's pants expand outwards as she laid on the floor. It was a pretty common sight. "Heather can you change me? I'll do you afterwards, I saw that you're soaked." "Of course." Heather had downed a couple of cokes by this point, and would definitely be needing a serious change soon. Molly shimmied out of her shorts and laid on the floor while Heather fetched the supplies, and then undid Molly's tapes. Heather was struck by the familiarity of her friend's lady parts, the small brown curls a miniature of those on Molly's head. How many times had she helped change Molly, and Molly her? It was a perfectly normal but nonetheless personal activity for two women to share. Soon enough she'd be living in a dorm at South Northeastern University West and helping to change entirely new girls whom she'd never met. As Heather was dealt with the bitter-sweetness of her thought, she could feel a renewed warmth pooling in her nether regions.
  19. Mnlover1234

    Chelsea Master Folder

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    Sorry I know this was delayed but had to get a whole new computer! Number 3 is my favorite and only one with a good messing

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  20. View File Chelsea Master Folder Sorry I know this was delayed but had to get a whole new computer! Number 3 is my favorite and only one with a good messing Submitter Mnlover1234 Submitted 09/19/2018 Category Diapers and ageplay  
  21. Man desperately dances around in a diaper before wetting it. Also if possible could someone please make a downloadable file version of this video?
  22. Actual brick-and-mortar stores explicitly offering ABDL diapers include these: A medical supply store in Fort Wayne, Indiana, has a room devoted only to ABDL items, and a web page for their ABDL customers: https://thediaperladies.com/ Northeast Mobility in Albany, New York, has a department especially for ABDL diapers and accessories, and a staff member named Bethany who attends to ABDL customers. You cannot see their ABDL products list on line; you have to go to their store. https://nemobility.com/abdl/ Here's an image of Bethany's business card that says "ABDL Diapers and Accessories: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DY_odkuU0AEUeN7.jpg Changing Times Diaper Company of Las Vegas, Nevada has a brick-and-mortar store and an online shop. Their brands are reported to include things from AB Universe, Bambino, Diaper Connoisseur, The ABDL Shop and Rearz. Rearz, of Waterloo, Ontario has lots of ABDL stuff: http://rearz.ca/ Tykables is an ABDL supply company with a brick-and-mortar store in Mount Prospect, Illinois: tykables.com I haven't seen anything described like this item at Tykables elsewhere: "Our jeans have been designed specifically for wearing adult diapers by adding a Waddle Gusset which is extra fabric right in the center of the inseam." Littles Down Under has a brick-and-mortar store in Brendale (north Brisbane), Queensland: https://www.littles-downunder.com.au
  23. so back a few months ago i went on vacation, and during so i got another pack of abu diapers, since i brought my big frilly dress with me i wanted to go hiking and wear a diaper under my dress, it was very cozy and a bit hard to walk in, i ended up using it when the hike was over quickly due to a hail storm coming, i took this photo, hope you guys like it 🙂
  24. WriterForce6XV

    diapers Weapons with Hearts

    Yo, guys and gals! I promised I would release this story on this website as soon as I was done with the next chapter on this thread, so here's the first chapter! I plan to release all of the old installments at once here before going for a simultaneous release on this site, ABDLstoryforum, and Deviant Art of the newest chapter. So that being said, expect me to release these pretty rapid fire for the next hour or so, there's quite a few installments which need to be posted lol. Anyway, I won't hold you up. Go ahead and get reading... but prepare yourself. Edginess inbound. Weapons with Hearts Prologue Part One: Project Uninhibited “Drain the tank on number 735. She has a practice match with numbers 528, 360 and 146 in an hour.”The girl whose number had been called for shuddered involuntarily. The event where her lungs switched from extracting the oxygen out of the water that inhabited them back to breathing and processing air was violently unpleasant. The man sitting at the computer a few yards in front of her had ordered for her tank to be drained, so she knew that she would have to experience that event again in the immediate future.The emotionless twenty-four-year-old blond man had spoken in a quiet voice from the other side of the room, but even with her whole body submerged in water and barricaded by a glass encasing, she’d had no trouble hearing what he had to say. If she were using her ears to physically listen to him, it might have posed a challenge. But she’d picked up on the words because she had been monitoring his brain waves when he was forming the sentence in his mind. Distance was the only thing that could have made his thoughts harder to discern, and it would take much more than this to pose a challenge.The Asian woman in her thirties to the right of the girl in the tank nodded in response to her boss’s command. She didn’t even bother responding to him verbally before pulling the lever down that would begin the draining process – as an immigrant who’d only been in the country a short time, her spoken English was limited at best. Though this man had never mistreated her, many of the other employees around the base would mock her accent, or deliberately make her say words that she couldn’t pronounce properly and then laugh or smile condescendingly when she inevitably messed up. In her mind, the less she spoke here, the better off she would be.The girl in the tank had read through this woman’s thoughts and memories before a small number of times, usually to distract herself from the experiences that she knew awaited her when the tank drained. Originally, she’d done it to see what country she came from – the girl’s parents were also Asian immigrants, or so she’d been told by her foster parents whenever she asked about them. But this woman hailed from South Korea, whereas the girl’s parents were both Japanese. She found she had very little common ground with this woman once she started looking for it, and they didn’t even really look alike.The water in the tank dipped below her forehead, the air feeling chilly on the exposed skin that wasn’t being clung to by her black hair which normally came down to her mid-back. They always kept the water calibrated to match the exact temperature of the subject’s skin to make it easier for them to fall asleep in it, but the air in the room was always very cold for the opposite reason.It was supposed to be an automatic process, where the subject would lose consciousness when fully submerged in water of a similar temperature to their body and would only wake up when they detected a temperature change. But that process no longer affected her in particular – she’d electrically manipulated her brain so that she never slept unless she personally induced it as soon as she’d figured out how to do it precisely enough that she didn’t affect anything else in her brain throughout the process.The water level fell below her eyes. If they had been open, she knew the sudden difference in temperature and pressure would have really bothered her, enough that her tear ducts would have started working on overdrive. But she’d had them closed the whole time she’d been submerged specifically to prevent that unpleasant feeling.Desperate to delay the impending vile sensation for even a few moments longer, the girl bent her knees and re-submerged her whole head into the ever lowering water. Since her lungs and stomach were both filled with only liquid, she sank to the gray, grated bottom of the tank much faster than a normal human with air in those organs would have. But then, a normal person with air in their lungs would have floated to the top of the tank when it was filling with water because the oxygen gave them buoyancy and then drowned when it filled to capacity and their breath expired. Looking at it that way, the comparison seemed meaningless to her – because the other end of the comparison wouldn’t have even survived until the draining order.The girl curled up into a ball and hunched her head over her knees, getting as low to the ground as she could. She knew that, at best, she only got a few extra seconds from the gesture, and that she’d still have to go through the awful experience again in mere moments regardless, but as far as she was concerned, the later into the draining process it happened, the better. If it had started when the water level was almost as high as her entire body… she helplessly shuddered again at the disgusting thought.In an effort to distract herself again, the girl thought back to the command given that put her in this position – or more specifically, the explanation he gave right after the order. He said that she would be fighting against three other subjects at once: numbers 528, 360 and 146. The way he’d phrased it made it sound like they would all be teaming up against her.She’d fought all of them separately before in other ‘practice matches,’ but never all of them at once. She knew from personal experience that only one of them was really a threat individually… but the three of them together might be a little more difficult. The whole point of the exercise would likely be to help the three of them work on their teamwork – their abilities did have an impressive level of synergy, so it made sense for the people in charge to want them working together.When the girl felt the air once again make contact with the top of her head, she knew her time was almost up. In a few moments, the experience she’d avoided as long as possible would be upon her. And this time, there was nothing she could do to put it off any longer – she just had to deal with it now. And if the past three months were anything to judge by, she would be given next to no time to recover from it before they sent her to do the next thing on their agenda for her.It began when the water dipped below her nose and the water in her sinuses drained. The moment the inside of her nostrils were exposed to the frigid air being pumped into the tank from the room outside it, they began to tingle for a moment. It was a sensory experience that would tell her brain it was time to expel all the water in her lungs and stomach. She could feel the all too familiar intense waves of nausea growing stronger and stronger, coming closer to overtaking her by the second.But she wouldn’t let her body win just yet. The water level in the tank was barely below her chest at this point – if she were to give in and vomit up all the contents of her lungs and stomach now, her stomach acid would be thrown into the water and would probably get all over her. Even though she knew she’d be taken to a shower right after this, the thought of having bile on her skin for even a few moments, no matter how diluted, was just too disgusting for her to bear.So she fought back against the biological urges which she had been modified to have using the only weapon she possessed. Using the same asset she used to read the minds of the other people in the room, she clamped down on the electrical signals her brain was sending to her body, preventing them from causing any more havoc for the few seconds it took for the rest of the water to drain from the tank.Once her whole body felt the cold breeze of the air-conditioned room, she released her grip on her brain, and allowed her body’s genetic programming to take over. She violently retched, the mix of water and bile in her stomach and lungs spilling out of her mouth as if it were a running faucet. The pale, clear yellow liquid cascaded through the gap between her two feet, splashing against the grate beneath them but ultimately falling through it into the piping below.Even after there was no water left to expel, she continued to gag and cough uncontrollably for a good long while. The experience had felt just as vile and repulsive as it always did. And as per the usual, some of the diluted stomach acid had splashed off the grate and onto her feet and lower legs. It wasn’t much, but she still made a mental note to give them special attention in the shower that she knew would come right after this. “Good. Now lower the glass casing. Our supervisor should be on his way to take her already.”The man sitting at the computer said this in an equally quiet tone to that of his first command. Like with every command he ever gave, he offered an explanation for it, because in his mind, orders were generally easier to follow if you knew the reason why they needed to be carried out. He always seemed to be somewhat muted and generally never displayed outward emotion, but the girl knew that it was just the way he’d chosen to cope with the human rights abuses he had to watch and facilitate on a daily basis. When he’d chosen to work for the government, he’d never wanted to be a part of a project like this one. But because he now knew about its existence, he couldn’t quit or transfer out to a different department, so he’d chosen to deal with his unwanted position by numbing his emotions as much as he possibly could.In fact, quite a few of the people working here had a similar mindset, and chose to cope with their situations in a similar way. The girl known to them as number 735 bore the likes of them no ill will – they didn’t ask to be put in this position, and none of them liked it, so there was no reason to harbor any resentment towards them. They knew what they were doing was wrong, and they did, to varying levels, regret the things they were forced to do to keep their jobs and, by extension, their freedom. That was enough for her.But the ‘supervisor’ he mentioned… that man was different. The supervisors of this project knew full well what they were getting into when they transferred into their current positions, and they typically felt no remorse for the horrendous acts that they watched and enforced. They had little to no moral objection to the abductions, the genetic experiments, the ‘practice matches’ where they made teenagers fight with the intent to kill each other, or any of the other wrongdoings that went on in this facility.In a few seconds, after the glass of the tank was fully lowered, this team’s supervisor would probably come strolling in with a gentle smile on his face that, combined with his thoughts, showed how completely vile and disingenuous he really was. He would offer her a hand to help her stand up, a towel for the trip to the nearby shower room, and he would ask her what she wanted to eat for her meal before the match.And no matter how much she hated the false kindness he displayed and the darker thoughts she read in his mind, all she could really do was just accept the fake gestures and continue to go along with the fate she’d been unfortunate enough to become trapped in. Because the moment they detected a hint of resistance from her, she knew they would decide she was not worth the risk of keeping around… and they would order her dead.And after the things they’d done to her, there was no place left on earth where she could escape to that wouldn’t fear, hate and rise up against the inhuman powers that she commanded. So yeah, dark shit, huh? It's gonna get worse in the main story eventually, trust me. Anyway, I'm gonna keep the author notes relatively short for the time being while we catch up with the forum I originally posted this thing on and Deviant Art, so this is where I'll leave you. Expect the rest of the chapters to drop in the next hour or so until we're caught up, at which point I'll be releasing the newest chapter on that forum, DA and here simultaneously. Ciao!
  25. I need yor help! Anyone knows more of her? I've been trying to find more information of her because looks like the photos were taken from a video 🧐 but I couldn't find it. If anyone has more info of her or the actual video please contribute here! THANKS 😄