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  1. Just a little poll for fans of AB/DL or ABDL~
  2. Did something interesting the other night that I thought I'd share for others to try... works well with cheap/thin diapers and provides a very interesting sensation. Note: this only works for males, have not figured out how to make it work for the female anatomy yet. Use the first diaper like normal, when it gets to the point of needing to be changed DON'T! Instead get a second diaper ready then poke a hole in the diaper you are wearing and pull your penis through. Put on the second diaper like usual. Now you still have the full diaper against your skin but you'll be peeing into a dry diaper. When the second diaper gets full, simply repeat the above method. Be careful filling the second one though, as you will still be feeling wet from the first you won't have much idea of exactly how saturated the second one is! I did two Depends this way then put on a Dry 24/7 as the third layer and went to bed. The idea could certainly be carried further, provided you have enough penis length to keep pulling it through successive layers of wet diaper.
  3. Read First I'm really sorry if this against the rules, but I went ahead and created a new topic with tags. I didn't want to write anything that would be offensive to people who weren't into certain kinks and such. I'll continue to write this for a bit since it's been a pretty fun to practice writing. If any moderators come across this, Please just delete the original topic by the same name! Also added a doodle of Miyuki, not great but thought it would be nice to kinda show what I think, since my writing isn't the best. Chapter 1 On a quiet Friday night a tired diligent artist works on a new idea for a short romantic comedy 4-koma. She finishes typing up her script before saving, and putting her computer to sleep. Miyuki Izumi, had been working all day typing up her disappointingly short script. Even spending sometime at work, spaced out, day dreaming about the idea. She wasn't normally a bad employee, but her mind usually always revolved around her artwork, and nothing else. At 21 years of age, Miyuki held a decent salaryman job, as an office worker. She wasn't particularly skilled in much, beyond her drawing skills so often times she had to give it her 100% at her workplace in order to do her job correctly Drawing was something that plagued Miyuki she was quite an artist, but often doubted her own work. Often choosing to lie in bed scrolling through other artists work. She had serious issues with self esteem, and self confidence. She was a very short girl, along with her undesirable breast size and was also quite plain in terms of her fashion, Usually wearing longer skirts with a long sleeve sweater, or sweatpants and a t-shirt if she was home in her apartment. Even down to her large glasses she wore because of her bad eyesight. But despite these sometimes helpless feelings of despair she fought on because she loved to draw. "oh my, it's 2:am... I've got to get some sleep." She plops down onto her bed, removing her glasses and placing them on her night stand. Lifting the covers over herself, and grabs her favorite body pillow that she often slept with. Miyuki loved Magical Girl Poya Poya. It was an older magical girl show that she loved as a child, and secretly fell in love with. Hugging her pillow tightly she drifted off to slumber with a tiny smile. Miyuki jolted awake, followed by heavy breathing. Her back was cold and wet from sweat, as well as her sheets that were quite damp. She had woken from a nightmare that she had relived many times before. It was a large factor of her issues with self confidence and self esteem. She was once taken advantage of by a upper class-man in high school. The thoughts made her shiver in fear, thankfully she was saved by some nameless group of girls that caught the boy, in the girls bathroom before things could have become much worse. She became terrified of men, and often took measures not to interact with them. In that moment she was betrayed by someone who was her friend, they even shared laughs, He robbed her of her innocence, and it affected her greatly. That was five years ago. In that time, she had time to think and adapt, her parents sought out therapists. In the beginning it was rough, but eventually she was able to talk about it. She was not fixed but it did helped her move on. She still had nightmares about it. This was something that became a common occurance for Miyuki. Waking up in sweat was a more preferable occurrence, it didn't happen often but the worst case scenario she would have woken up in puddle of urine. It hadn't happened in a long time, but she took precautions nonetheless. She kept a plastic sheet over her mattress, to avoid soiling it. As well as regular bathroom use right before bed. Shivering she finally crawled out of bed and changed her clothes, putting on a pair of thick sweat pants and and a sweater she turned on her tv. Watching anime was an escape from her stress, She often left dvds in her dvd player for this purpose. After about an hour of watching anime, her stomach made and audible noise. "Ah, breakfast... "I'm gonna have to go out..." Feeling guilty of being lazy, she went ahead and took a shower, before putting on a sweater and skirt. Miyuki had fairly long black hair that went down to her back, though she often liked to keep it in a single large braid. After getting ready she grabbed her bag, and headed out. Usually she would keep some things likes eggs, bacon, and other foodstuffs, but she was so excited to get home and write some of her script yesterday, she forgot to go shopping. She locked her door, walking down the stairs to her apartment. "whoah... It's really cold out, I wish I had brought a coat." she says under her breath, rubbing her hands together. Soon her destination came into sight. It was a family restaurant that served a mixture of Japanese food, as well as more Western dishes. Walking through the door, a chime rings. She waits at the door patiently. It's not long before a older lanky man in his late 30s, comes to greet her. "Good morning Izumi-san, it's been what a year, since I've last seen you here!" Miyuki, had come to this restaurant many times before, she liked the atmosphere, the place wasn't always crowded, and she was a regular and the manger became used to her usual request. "y-yes sir, I've been busy with work and such..." Miyuki spoke a bit tense. "I'm glad to hear your working hard! So the table in the back corner?" She nodded. He grabbed a menu and some silverware, and led her to the table, she usually sat toward the wall so she could look out the window, and to minimize potential eye contact with others. "A waitress will be out soon to serve you." The manager, said after setting up the table. Miyuki thanked him as he returned to the front of the store. Looking into her bag she noticed she forgot something "n-no way." She had forgotten her phone on her computer desk. she sighed and pulled out a small sketch book and some pencils. Miyuki didn't like the attention of drawing in public, but today the restaurant was nearly empty so she seemed more open to the idea. about 5 minutes had passed before she was surprised when she heard a woman greet her quite loudly. Slightly in shock, the woman bent over placing a hand on Miyuki's shoulder. "Oh I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" I-I'm okay! Miyuki awkwardly yelped. She was in disbelief of the pure femininity of this woman. She had long blond hair that went down to her waist, large blue eyes as well as make-up in all the right places. Not to mention her much more desirable figure. The lady took notice in Miyuki's dumbfounded stare. She giggled "My name is Katou-san and I'll be your waitress this morning." Miyuki finally coming to her senses. "Hi I-I'm Izumi-san n-nice to meet you!" She awkwardly replied. Katou-san Laughed again. "I don't need to know your name silly, but I appreciate your manners!" She sat embarrassed "s-sorry." "Aw your so sweet." Lifting up her clipboard, "What can I get for you?" Miyuki Replied, "Um, an orange juice, w-with pulp, a-and the hamburg steak breakfast." Writing this down Katou-san held a beaming smile,"oho, that's a cute choice!" "Alright, let me take this to the back hun, and I'll be back with your OJ!" As Katou-san left, Miyuki sat completely beat red embarrassed. Being doted on did not come naturally to her. She had felt absolutely dumb, for that greeting earlier. She thought about it hard, and something began to seem off. The waitress had a weird speech tone, she kept dropping english esque words, Miyuki wasn't all to sharp on her english but she understood popular words. Of course her blond hair, and blue eyes, also gave it away, She must not have been born in Japan, but maybe been here long enough to pick up the language? Soon the Blonde girl came back with her orange juice. "Here you go sweetie." Dropping a straw on the table, she returned to the back, with a little wave. Miyuki wondered if it would have been rude to ask about where she came from. She had never really talked to a foreigner before, but she heard some rumors about them. She began to doodle, as she sipped her orange juice. Her doodling turned to sketching, as she was interested in the strange waitress. upon a few quick sketches of the waitress, she began to feel a bit embarrassed so she quickly drew some other simple characters along side her to try to diminish the characters presence. No matter how you looked at it the drawing, it was definitely of Katou-san. Katou-san came back to check up on the small Japanese girl. "Need anything? Looks like your running low on OJ, want me to refill it for you?" Miyuki replied "Y-yes please!" She smiled reaching over the table to grab the glass. "Um... K-Katou-san... a-are you not from here?" Miyuki stuttered out. There was a bit of silence before Katou-san smiled and laughed. "You little detective.... nope, I'm not from here but I've been here for awhile, what gave it away? Was it my Japanese? Miyuki staring at the blonde beauty, with blue eyes. "N-no... just a hunch." She laughed again, "I'm kiddding! Seriously though hows my Japanese? it's not to obvious? I've thought it was okay since people around me never pointed it out." Miyuki trying to be tactful "It's.... not bad, but some of the words you say I don't really understand. Y-your accent doesn't help... b-but it's not like it's bad... but y-you do have a nice voice! Aw you think so? You're so kind! Thanks- OH I'm supposed to be getting your orange juice! I'll be right back!" The waitress returned quickly retreating to the kitchen, leaving Miyuki to her thoughts. "wow, she's really pretty, ah, I forgot to ask where she's from..." Katou-san returned, this time with a sizzling hot plate as well as another plate with her eggs and bacon all balanced on one arm, and in the other hand Miyuki's orange juice. "I'm back Izumi-san! Hearing her own name was a bit embarrassing. Setting the drink down, freeing up her arm, she skillfully maneuvered the plates off of it and on to the table. "Can I get you anything else?" Miyuki Replied "N-no, thank you." Katou-san smiled once again before leaving out of her sight. She doubled back before leaving "Oh yeah if it's not to weird, could I see what you were drawing?" Katou-san grinned. Miyuki nearly felt obligated as if she was being hypnotized by her beauty, before remembering what she had drawn, but it was too late, as she had already handed the waitress her book. Katou-san looked as she made her amazement, quite audible. She even took a seat across from Miyuki, who looked embarrassed as well as surprised. "Oh I hate this booth it's always to tight on this side, as she squeezed in, her large bosom nearly coming to rest on the table. "Oh is this one supposed to be me!?" She pointed showing the beat red Izumi. "Uh-uh... N-NO it's just a coincidence!" Miyuki panicked! Katou-san wasn't buying it as she grinned quite smugly. I don't know Izumi-san I think you really got my uniform nailed down pretty well! She spoke teasingly. Miyuki lost for words, looked as if she could cry at any moment. Katou-san laughed. "Aw it's okay! I love it, you draw really well! These other characters look really cute too!" Miyuki tried to hide her embarrassment "th-thank you..." Just as she thought the teasing was over, Katou-san made a comment with a seriously concerned expression. "Though I think my breasts are much bigger than what you've got drawn here Izumi-san!" Miyuki again lost for words not knowing how to respond, she just hid her embarrassment, I-I th-though it would have b-been rude... she quietly said. "I'm kidding! Please it's okay don't worry the place is empty, I'm just a big teaser! Oh I'm so sorry I should be letting you eat! Let me get out of here! Miyuki quickly responded. "Y-you don't have to go!" blushing. Katou-san was surprised, but she took her offer. "O-oh well I guess I'll stay then" She smiled with a light blush. Miyuki awkwardly began to cut into her food. "u-um is it okay if I ask where you're from Katou-san?"Katou-san breaking away from admiring her sketch. Finally responds. "I was born in the US." Miyuki swallowing. "Oh really! That's so cool, I'd like to visit there someday... "Yes it's a very nice country despite what people say." Katou-san seemed a bit pained. "If you dont mind me asking, why did you come to Japan?" Miyuki inquired. Katou-san seemed conflicted and a bit reserved. "I-I don't mind you asking, but maybe another time, it's a complicated topic." "I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry..." Miyuki apologized. She seemed guilty about changing the mood, Katou-san seemed like a cheerful person and didn't like to hover on moody topics. There was a bit of an awkward silence before Miyuki deep in her thoughts, spoke a very out of character line. " K-katou-san I-if you ever need someone to talk to... Or.." Katou-san cut her off. "I don't really need anyone to talk too... But I could use a friend, I don't have too many of those. So maybe some time we could talk over coffee or something?" She seemed a bit happy that Miyuki had offered. Miyuki perked up, "y-yeah that sounds nice!" Just then the door chimed as a larger group of people came in." Katou-san got out of the tiny booth, peeved. "ah geez, looks like I can't talk anymore. Let me go grab your check before it gets real busy. Katou-san ran off to the back once again. about 10 minutes later. Katou-san had come back with the check, "Well it looks like it's about to get busy here...". handing Miyuki the check. "If you go up to the front He'll check you out." Miyuki nodded. There was a bit of hesitation, in Katou-san's voice, "Hey well I'm not going to be able to stick around, but I still wanna have that coffee!... so let me give you my number!" Strangely enough she pulls out an older flip phone. Miyuki got excited before she realized she had forgotten her phone. "Uh... I'm sorry but I left my phone at home..." Katou-san put her phone away and reached into her pocket, and pulled out a sharpie pen. "Hope you don't mind she smiled, leaning over the table, her larger but soft hands held onto Miyuki's as the pen tickled her palm. Katou-san was close, as Miyuki couldn't help but notice again, how pretty she really was. "There! Okay well I really gotta go, but you better call me, okay! Miyuki awkwardly replied "y-yes ma'am!" Katou-san giggled as she went over to take the other customers orders. Miyuki, for the first time in a long time, made a friend. Chapter 2 Miyuki had paid and left the restaurant as she began walking back to her apartment. She was in great mood, it wasn't everyday that she had a long conversation like that. She wanted to call Katou-san right away, of course she was still working. Now that she thought about it, she never told Miyuki, what would be a good time to call. Miyuki soon arrived at her apartment, taking off her shoes, placing them at the door. Miyuki-san happily sat on her computer chair where she left her phone, and immediately, entered in Katou-san's number into her contacts list. Swirling in her chair, her excitement grew. She soon took notice of her own eagerness, "Okay I've gotta distract myself... I've got work to do so I should get started." She woke her computer, to resume her work. She began to re-read and do some slight editing to her script before grabbing her sketch book and started drawing some rough sketches of the scenes, looking up every once in while to read. She put some music on, and soon found her self completely engaged in her activity. It had been about 5 hours of non-stop work. Her hand was a bit cramped, and her back felt stiff. A good sign she had been working to long. She let out a soft yawn, as she checked the time. 5:32pm "Whoah, yeah I should probably take a nap...b-but what if Katou-san calls first? I should just wait a bit longer..." She swiveled her chair towards her tv turning it on, continuing where she left off on her anime she was watching earlier. Soon the tired girl gave in to slumber right there in her computer chair... She woke slowly wiping sleep from her eyes. The tv repeated the main menu music, the window was dark. Coming to her senses she checked her phone it was 11pm. Miyuki Jumped up "N-No! I fell asleep!" She quickly checked her phone for any messages, seeing none she became very conflicted about what she should do. Was Katou-san already asleep? Did she work later? Miyuki grew desperate so she painfully pressed the call button and awaited for Katou-san to answer. The phone ringed for a bit each time was more disheartening. Hello? A voice on the other end spoke out. K-Katou-san?! I-it's me, Izumi! She gripped the phone tensely. "Oh, Izumi-san, you know... I was getting worried that you didn't want to see me..." Miyuki-san yelped, "T-That's not true! I-I just didn't know when was a good time to call, a-and then, I wasn't sure if you worked late, and then I tried just waiting but then I fell asleep. a-and-" Katou-san interrupted her. "I-I'm sorry... I was just teasing! Please calm down, I kind of figured that was the issue, I'm kind of an airhead sometimes. I should really pull back on the jokes." Miyuki once again fell for another one of her traps. "O-oh! y-you really had me worried Katou-san!" She shook her fist at nothing in particular. Katou-san apologized again, "Sorry, don't be mad please! Well it's kind of late I think all the coffee shops around here are closed..." Miyuki felt disappointed in herself but her determination was still high. "Katou-san! H-How about a b-beer! The bars are still open!" There was some giggling over the phone before Katou-san in between laughter replied. "Oh really! I didn't take you for someone who drank, or even someone who was old enough to!" Miyuki slightly embarrassed reassured her. "N-No I-can drink! I-I can even hold my liquor!" I'm serious! T-there's even a bar not too farm from my apartment!" There was some silence, before Katou-san replied. "I guess I have to take your offer! How about we meet at the restaurant in around 10 minutes?" Miyuki-san excitedly agreed before hanging up. She jumped all round excited as she quickly got her things ready and ran out the door, only returning a few seconds later because she forgot to lock it. Miyuki hadn't felt so happy in a long time, she was going out at night to meet a friend she had met the same day. She quickly made it to the restaurant, only 5 minutes early. She waited and waited with a grin on her face, looking about and searching for any sight of the blond. The more she waited the more she realized how few people were out, It was actually a bit spooky. Seemingly out of nowhere, She was frightened by a "boo" Jumping away she nearly had a heart attack, if she hadn't realized that it was Katou-san who had snuck behind her. K-Katou-san! Miyuki made a voice that was angry but not in the slightest intimidating. The blond was quick to apologize I'm sorry! You just looked adorable looking all over the place like that!" Miyuki blushed before she took notice of Katou-san outfit, it was much more stylish than her own clothes. She wore her hair in the same natural way, but she wore a cool looking black jacket with a blouse that exposed just enough cleavage to cause anyone to blush,and she wore a pair of jeans that hugged her legs nicely. "You done gawking?" I'm ready to hit the bars girl!" Miyuki playfully getting her attention. Miyuki came to her senses "R-right! sorry t-this way!" She led the away to the promised bar. It had been quite a couple of hours, it had started awkwardly enough as they broke each other in and soon they were talking comfortably. Comfortably left, and then came more intimately. Miyuki had lied about her ability to keep her liquor and it was obvious to Katou who was much better at doing so. Izumi had taken pleasure in drinking way to much, and by her 5th beer, was incoherently explaining to Katou-san how cool magical girls are and how she's wanted to be one all her life. Making all kinds of silly gestures and signs that the blonde could only laugh at. Miyuki had nearly ordered another before Katou stepped in. "I think you've had enough Izumi-san." She grabbed her hand before she rose it trying to get the bartenders attention. In her drunken state she had no fear of anyone even men. Though it was mostly due to Katou-san who ordered the first 2 drinks. Miyuki paused drunkenly before realizing what Katou-san meant. "O-Oh! I see, I am drunk..." It had been about 2 hours, and it was getting late, Katou felt a bit bad for the poor girl she must have been trying to impress her but she wasn't doing so well because she couldn't walk straight. Miyuki instead that she was okay and could handle the walk back to her apartment, but the mature blond knew better she put her arm around miyuki and helped her staggering out of the bar and down the dimly lit street. The normal 5 minute walk took roughly 20 minutes due to Miyuki drunken directions but eventually Katou and the young girl made it to her apartment, or at least she hoped. Miyuki had been rambling nonsense the entire time, but upon reaching the door on the 3rd floor Miyuki finally spoke something that she understood. "Um Katou-san I don't feel very good." Just then the blond, realizing what she meant, and had no time to react. The young girl stared off into space before vomit spewed from her mouth and nose. It wasn't long before she was sobbing. There was vomit on her front door as well some that had dripped on to her sweater and shoes. Katou-San quickly fished for her keys in the girls purse. Upon getting the door open she set Miyuki up against the wall. "Don't leave me Kato-san... I'm sorry." Katou reassured her. "Hey it's okay I'm gonna be right back you stay here and just have a seat." Katou had been to many parties before and knew how to deal with these things. She searched her apartment before finding her bathroom, grabbing a towel she ran back out side wiping off Miyuki's drooling mouth. She gently took Miyuki's glasses off placing them in her pocket. She then took care taking off her stained shoes. Upon taking Miyuki's sweater off Izumi-San suddendly had a burst of energy, she seemed feerful "w-what are you doing Katou-san! She weakly held on to herself making it difficult to remove her sweater. "Izumi-San sweetie your sweater is covered in vomit, I need to take it off-" "d-dont! Stop!" Her protests were void of energy. Eventually Katou-san was able to get her sweater off leaving her in a t-shirt, skirt, and black stockings. She picked up the incoherent girl, to her bed sitting her up on the edge of the bedside. "Izumi-san I think,it's best that you take a shower to try and sober you up." The young girl was nearly passed out and her eyes were red, from crying. She was most definitely tired. After some though Katou thought it was best to let her sleep. She didn't want to leave her alone in case she ended up suffocating on her own vomit. So she did the next best thing and slept next to the poor girl and kept her head on her side of the bed with a trash can. She opted for the gjrl's computer chair because for some reason her bed was a bit damp, she also noticed the strange plastic feeling under her sheets. She could only put two together which only made her feel more sorry for the girl. She had at least moved her to the dryer side of her bed. She couldn't help but rub her tired head. She looked like a little doll without her glasses on. She did have to admit she did look quite adorable with them on as well. But she kept her thoughts hidden away. She noticed looked at the clock on the night stand it was 3am. It seemed like it had been much longer. She too found herself nodding off, before she new it she was already asleep. Light was beaming into her Katou's eyes she realized it was morning, but didn't know the time. Looking over at the clock again it read 8 am, She nearly had a heart attack but she realized it was Sunday, a day she had off. Relieved she remembered that she spent the night in Izumi's apartment watching over the poor girl. She was actually a lot more worried that she had shifted her position in her sleep on to her side, but was relieved to see she was breathing. She had somehow able to find her body pillow with some anime character on it. She found equally cute as Izumi was hugging in her sleep. Katou-san couldn't help but to take picture with her phone until she realized it was dead. "figures..." She said with a smile before going back to watching the cute girl again. She had almost reached over to pet her head, until she suddenly noticed Izumi's light brown skirt, grew darker before visibly flowing liquid could be seen and heard. Katou gasped out loud before attempting to wake the girl up. Multiple shoves were required as the young girl held tightly to her pillow urine began to soil that too, as she had it tucked in-between her legs. "Izumi-san please wake up!" she said gently trying not to startle her awake. She suddenly woke up and she just stared off into the distance before noticing a blond girl looking over her. "K-katou...san?" she shifted and immediately felt the wetness on her legs and skirt as well as the currently trickling pee. Miyuki tried to jump up and quickly dart for the bathroom but she was wrapped up in her sheets and the large body pillow, she tried and tried, fighting to make it to the bathroom but she couldn't even get a foot on the floor. Eventually her bladder gave up and she sat there on her bed on her hands and knees wetting herself. She hung her head in shame but was equally to scared to look anywhere else. Thankfully her lower portion was covered in sheets, but even Katou knew what she was doing. Her breathing became heavy and staggered as her shoulders jerked. The blond walked over to the girl, she got down in front of the girl, who had made it just to the edge of the bed. She saw the face of a mortified girl, her eyes were open, casted down. brimming with tears refusing to look at anything else. she bit her lip but nothing could stop the pitiful sound of choked sobs. Katou grabbed and pulled the girl into a tight hug, not caring about the soaked sheets that surround the girl. Miyuki made some attempt at an apology but, Katou-san just held her tight without any words. Before long Miyuki gave up and let her self cry, she cried for a long time. The only thing breaking through her sobs, were Miyuki's heartfelt sorry's. it had been about 30-40 minutes before Katou-san spoke. "Izumi-san, It's okay... I don't think of you any less." She began to stroke the girl's hair. "You had a rough night you know? It wasn't your fault." Soon Miyuki had brought her tears down to sniffling. Katou noticed this and began to help the poor girl, trying her best to be tactful. "Hey how about we get you up and into the shower would you like that?" There was a pause before she could feel Izumi nodding. She could feel the girl struggling with the sheets, before Katou, simply princess carried her to the bathroom which almost started Izumi tears back up. "It's okay, just calm down. Miyuki hadn't felt so miserable, so humiliated, and helpless in a very long time. She couldn't help but cry, at the same time, she had never felt such kindness, and love from someone other than her own mother before. She tried her best to stifle her tears, and try to remain somewhat dignified. Soon she was placed down onto her feet. The floor was cold, and her soaking wet stockings didn't help. Katou-san gently untangled the sheets around the shivering girl, soon leaving her in her skirt which was almost completely wet down the middle and around her bottom, her stockings were fully soaked. She was so embarrassed, trying to cover herself which was nearly impossible. The tall blond rolled up the sheets into a ball, before addressing the younger girl. "Izumi-san go ahead and take your clothes off and leave them at the door, you go ahead and take a shower, and I'll wash these for you." Miyuki protested insisting that she shouldn't have to do so, but was ultimately silenced by Katou. "It's okay hun, let me help you." Katou-san took the sheets to the washing machine, and waited outside the bathroom door until a small hand held the soaking wet clothes just outside the bathroom door. The blond grabbed her clothes being mindful not to peak. She took her clothes to the washing machine, and started a load. Soon it was just her, the sound of the washing machine, and the sound of the young girl showering. It had been in the back of her mind since this morning but she felt horrible for feeling the way she did. Katou had a secret, she enjoyed watching girls wet themselves, bed wettings, toilet accidents... She drew immense pleasure from it, but most of all, she enjoyed when it wasn't on purpose... The blond had grown with this strange fetish for a long time, she used to hate herself for having it, and right now she really did hate herself for even thinking about that right now. This wasn't the first time she had witnessed it... but it was surely the most pitiful of them all. All she knew is that she wanted to protect this girl. Deep in her heart she felt that something was hurting Izumi-san. Chapter 3 Miyuki sat silently in the shower, letting the warm water pound her back and head, she had tucked herself into a ball and refused to move for quite awhile. She was replaying the incident over and over. She felt miserable, she felt humiliated, and she felt dumb. She wasn't able to make the call to Katou earlier, so they could have coffee. She couldn't hold her liquor, and ended up vomiting right in front of her. She had to be taken care of by Someone she hadn't even known for whole a 24 hours, forcing her to stay the night in her apartment. To complete the deal she had wet the bed, as well as wetting herself right in front of her. She quietly began to sob again, she tried her best but she just couldn't help feel how helpless and pathetic she was. An unknown amount of time had gone by as she sat in the shower, she had stopped crying and realized she should finish up in the shower and properly apologize to Katou for everything. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower, and grabbing a towel, she began to dry herself off. She held on to the door handle tying to compose herself. She was still shaking but she had to do what was right. She called out for Katou but there was no response, She did so again but heard nothing. She opened the door and saw no-one there. She grew worried but she also noticed her bed was not only dry but it was made, her clothes were folded on the bed. It felt weird having the presence of someone else in her, typically empty apartment. She walked over to the bed and noticed some breathing, and sure enough Katou-san had fallen asleep on the floor. She felt embarrassed because she was clutching in one hand her body pillow, and in the other hand her Magical Girl Poya Poya pillow case. She must have been trying to put it back on and fell asleep right on the spot. She smiled a bit, and it was the first smile she had made that morning. Seeing that she was a sleep she went a head and got dressed slipping on a pair of panties, sweat pants, and a long sleeve shirt. She hadn't had anyone sleep over at her apartment or house before, and wasn't really sure what to do, but she figured it was best to let her sleep. She grabbed a blanket from her closet and draped it over the sleeping blond. She soon found herself standing above the girl, staring at her face. It was a beautiful face that made it hard for the girl to look away. She was able to bring herself to her senses and found away to keep herself busy. She went over to the small kitchen area and decided to put a pot of coffee on. She tried her best not to make any noise. She thought about using her computer but the way Katou-san was sleeping made it difficult to actually sit at it, so she decided to work traditionally on her bed. She grabbed her headphones so she could listen to music, but her phone was nearly dead, so she went ahead and put it on the charger. She drew in her sketchbook in relative silence for about and 2 hours had passed and soon Miyuki had fallen asleep as well. Miyuki had been woken for the second time this morning by a blonde girl. She jolted up in surprise, realizing that once again she was going to have to face Katou-san. The blond was relieved, "Sorry that I woke you... I-uh... threw away your plastic sheet... I wanted to make sure you didn't... have another accident." She tried choosing her words more carefully as not hurt the small girl. Miyuki replied, "t-thank you... for doing that..." She went on her hands and knees on the bed, bowing her head, she was groveling in forgiveness. She spoke shaking. "I'm sorry for everything Katou-san. I don't know how to repay you. I'm just so sorry." Katou-san was lost for words. She wasn't Japanese but she knew that groveling was a serious deal. "I accept your apology but it's just as much my fault, I should have known you were having a lot to drink last night. I'm the elder her and I had a responsibility to take care of you. So please for the sake of being my friend will you please not grovel like that?" saying this, the blonde, gently sat on the bed with her. The groveling girl finally sat normally, her face was still hot with shame. She grabbed the small girls hands "Izumi-san... is there anything you want to talk to me about?" Miyuki felt Katou's hands, they were soft and gentle but at the same time she felt that if she ran away those same hands would not allow it. hearing this she thought hard. "Is there something that's been troubling you?" Miyuki was deep in thought unsure if Katou was talking about what she thought she was talking about. She wasn't the most open about things especially her past. "I turned down your offer yesterday... about needing someone to talk to, because I don't feel comfortable with my past. I don't like talking about it and I don't want to think about it." Miyuki listened intently. "Now how about we make a deal, If I tell you about why I left the US, how about you tell me about yourself, and your past." Miyuki thought about it, she twiddled her fingers, and thought really hard, the only ones that new about her past were her parents and her therapist. All of which she hadn't really seen in good while. She did feel safe with Katou-san. She had taken care of her the whole night and continued to do so in the morning. She really must have cared right? She nodded her head hesitantly in response. Katou smiled "Then it's a deal! but before we get started, I smell coffee, and I think this would be a nice talk over some coffee, don't you think?" Miyuki remembered she had put the coffee on but forgot about it when she fell asleep. "Y-yes I think so too, the mood change helped her feel a bit more relaxed. She ran over to the kitchen before turning back. "u-um the coffee... I-I might have to microwave it...." Katou-san replied "That's fine, sorry for the trouble!" It had been an hour of constant talking, most of which had been done by the blonde. Katou-san was born in the US, her real name however was Juliette Alice, she enjoyed her life there. She was a fairly popular girl in high school, a true queen bee. Though she was kind and understanding and was usually the one to stick up for other students the ones that were bullied and such. Juliette was not a very bright girl, nor did she posses any talent in the arts, or music. She did however enjoy sports, she was a good athlete which helped her through high school with numerous scholarships. She did however hold a secret, she was attracted to both women and men, but she never enjoyed the company of men the same way she did when she was hanging around girls. She had always kept this to herself, and for the most part never acted on the urges. It wasn't until the 11th grade that she had befriended a girl that she ran with often during track practice. She had known her for years, and at one point she just felt determined that maybe she was able to understand her feelings. If not, she was still a good friend and would understand her. She thought she had nothing to loose. Juliette decided to come out to her parents first, they were the supportive figures in her life of course. They had disregarded anything she had said, and strictly forbid her from talking anymore about it. She had been in complete shock, she couldn't believe it. About a month later, she brought the topic back up this time she was met with strong retaliation. This went on for months. She felt shame for her sexuality she felt disgusted. If her own parents wouldn't understand, how could anyone else? She continued through her school life, she was no queen bee anymore she was depressed, she became much more stoic, and spaced out. She favored watching videos on the internet, and browsing her computer in the late night. She found herself on forums about romance, and fan fiction, and soon she found her way towards watching anime, she only knew what she heard some of the geekier students talk about when they walked past. She became instantly hooked, she love it, nothing was forbidden, and nothing was wrong, it was all acceptable. Yuri, they called it, She became infatuated with the whole community, the fan works the art, the stories. She was happy, and she felt good about herself, that others were out there that were okay with. it hadn't been a year until her parents had taken notice in her grades. Upon taking her computer away they browsed her history and that was it. They confronted her again, they gave her the option of continuing school or going to bible school. Of course any sane person would have stayed away from the later. So she did, she finished high school, and slowly her rebellious side began to show, and on the day she received her diploma she left home at the age of 18. She left her home and she left her town. She planned ahead selling everything she owned she even stole back the laptop and sold it too. Her plan was to move to Japan. It was a dumb single minded plan but the though of it kept her going. With what she had in cash she was able to open her own bank account, but it wasn't enough, she only had about 1000$. She scrounged around taking small jobs, and by the time she was 22 she amassed about 10,000$ She flew, traveling as light as a feather picking the cheapest location that she could find. A one way trip. She wasn't coming back. She had issues with the language, as well as finding a landlord that would give her a room. She struggled for a long time in between jobs that she couldn't keep because of her living situation. 3 years had passed, she was a complete homeless mess. One night she walked into that same restaurant down the street, she had enough for one meal and a beer. Later that morning the manager's wife. found the same girl asleep outside their restaurant. He took her in and let her use they're shower upstairs. She begged him for a job only in payment for food. The girl worked well, really well and by the end of the day she had earned herself a job, a meal and a home. Her story had moved Miyuki to tears. "Katou-sa-..Arisu-san, oh my goodness, I didn't know you went through so much!" Miyuki held the blonde girls hand as she sniffled. "I-it's okay Izumi-san r-really come on now." Miyuki spoke, again. "I'm sorry, have I've been using the wrong name?" Katou reassured her, "No, please, just use whatever's more comfortable for you okay?" Miyuki nodded. Wow I feel kinda better getting that off my chest! So Izumi-san... I want to know your story, what's been bothering you?" Miyuki knew it was coming but it now was her turn. She played with her fingers before trailing off into speech. "There... was this boy.... that I was friends with..." She spoke slowly as she told the older girl who stared intently with her blue eyes. She told her about how they used to walk to and from school together. How the boy was like a brother to her. She kept avoiding parts of the story, but she couldn't do it with Miyuki's eyes staring at her. "H-he t-t-took... me into the b-bathr" her voice became shaky, "h-he took my m-my und." Katou-san quickly grabbed the girl into a hug as she did many times already. "Hey you don't have to say anymore!" she repeated over and over again. She rocked her back in forth "It wasn't your fault, nothing has been your fault, you hear me?" She continued, soothing the girl. Miyuki could only cry "w-why did he do that?" through her hiccuping voice. Katou continued to hug her tightly as the evening sun lit the tears on the young girls face. Katou once again was holding the girl as she calmed down. She felt as if the past 18 hours consisted of either sleeping, hugging or both. "I-i'm okay now Katou-san" She lightened her hug on the girl. Her eyes red from crying, Katou had forgotten that she still had Izumi's glasses in her pocket. "Oh I almost forgot to give these back." She took the glasses, opening them up and placing them on the girls face. She wiped a stray hair from her face, Katou couldn't help but be honest."Your so pretty Izumi-san, I don't want to see such a pretty face covered with such sad tears." Miyuki felt embarrassed hearing that from her, but secretly she was happy. Miyuki hugged Katou catching the blonde of guard. "T-thank you... for everything today." Katou felt her heart pound warmly. "Aw sweetie, I want to be here for you. I'm your friend arn't I?" about an hour later Katou had Miyuki wrapped in her arms, as they spent the afternoon watching anime together. Katou ordered a pizza, and the two had a great time. Miyuki had not laughed that much in a long time, for a brief instance it felt like a little piece of childhood, had been restored. Soon it was 10 pm. Katou knew she had to go back to the restaurant, and get a good night sleep for work in the morning. Miyuki also had work tomorrow. "Well Izumi-san it looks like our little party is coming to an end." Miyuki wasn't very happy about it but she understood. They hugged each other goodnight as Miyuki worriedly watched her turn the corner down the stairs. "U-um Katou-san w-when will I see you again?" The blond turned and smiled. "The weekend for sure, but the restaurants open till 8pm during the week!" She waved goodbye as she disappeared down the stairs. For the next couple of weeks the two spent many weekends together if not every. They were all each-other really had. Miyuki felt confidence when she was around Katou, she was kind and she was understanding. Katou liked Miyuki she couldn't lie to herself but the relationship she had with Miyuki was nearly enough, she loved seeing that girl smile and laugh. 3 months had passed, it seemed like a whole year to the two girls. One Saturday afternoon the two were together in Miyuki's apartment. Katou had grown used to calling Miyuki by her first name. She thought it was cuter and more fitting than Izumi. Miyuki still called Katou the same name out of respect, she was still her senpai of course. The blond had been watching some of Miyuki's anime, while she was working on a drawing. "Hey, Miyuki..." Katou spoke suspiciously. "yes Katou-san?" The blonde felt bad, she was about to ask something quite serious. "Remember that day after we first met... " Miyuki felt a bit concerned, she turned her computer chair to face her properly but Katou was still face away watching the TV. "O-of course I remember..." "You know how I said that..... I found girls attractive...?" "yes I remember..." Miyuki responded intrigued.. There was a pause before Katou spoke again. "W-well that's it, I-I love you Miyuki." She turned around to face Miyuki, her expression slightly concerned. "Ever since that day I've wanted to protect you, care for you and to love you. I... I was just hoping that you felt the same." Miyuki was surprised because she had never seen Katou blush so hard before, Nevertheless she was happy to hear her words. "I've never really been confessed to nor have I done so... S-so I don't really know how I feel about love with another girl... but I think I might have been feeling the same way, s-so please be patient with me, b-but I accept your confession, because I trust you Katou-san." Katou-san had never felt happier. "Oh Miyuki she ran over to the small girl, eliciting a giggle out of her as she was smothered by the girls hug. They soon found themselves on Miyuki's bed embracing each other. "Hey Miyuki is it okay if sleep over tonight?" Miyuki smiled. "Of course I-I'd love that!". The two were up late in the night drinking coffee and making up silly manga stories, Katou even drew some up, though she wasn't an artist in the slightest, Miyuki tried her hardest not to laugh at the funny faces she drew. Soon it was 1 am and the two seemed like it was time to go to bed. Miyuki had made a bed for the tall girl on the floor next to hers. They hugged each other goodnight, and Katou gave Miyuki a kiss on the forehand leaving Miyuki in a blushed state. "Good night Miyuki, I love you." Miyuki blushed hearing the words again. "I-i love you to Katou-san!" Katou-san was the first to fall asleep. Leaving Miyuki in a blushed mess, she hugged her pillow tightly, she thought to herself. "Katou-san loves me!"
  4. 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.
  5. 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.
  6. DeltaFoxtrot

    Wet In Wyoming

    Several years ago my employer transferred me from managing their warehouse in North Carolina to open and manage a new warehouse in Salt Lake City, UT. The move was all expenses paid so my wife & I packed up the car to make the 4-day 2000-mile road trip from NC to UT. My employer had a moving company lined up to bring our furniture and household stuff after we'd found a place and gotten settled in. A little background for you... I've been diapered 24/7 for several years and my wife is a very accident prone "Pull-ups by day, diapers by night." girl. her bladder control wasn't great to start with and it only got worse after we met, as she became used to wearing protection most of the time and being able to go in leaks and spurts if she wasn't near a toilet when the urge struck. Long and short of it, when her bladder tells her it's "time to go" she doesn't have long until that turns into "going" and whatever she's wearing gets soaked. Before we left on the trip I convinced her to wear diapers the whole time we were on the road. The car we had at the time could easily cover 500 highway miles on a tank of fuel so our plan was to breakfast in the morning each day before we got on the road, stop about mid-day for fuel and lunch, then continue on until evening and get dinner when we arrived at our hotel for the night. I made hotel reservations in advance so we would have to cover between 500 & 600 miles each day. Things were pretty uneventful until the last day of the trip... from Denver CO to SLC. The past 3 days had gone very well and my wife's bladder was behaving, so she decided to forego any form of protection and wear simple white cotton french cut panties under a pair of high rise button-fly stonewashed jeans that wouldn't have fit if she had any sort of padding underneath. We had a simple breakfast of cereal and fruit at the hotel that morning, grabbed some snacks and drinks for the road and got going at around 0800 local time. It was the middle of March and a winter storm had come through that night, blanketing everything with several inches of snow. The interstates had been cleared but side roads and parking lots were still quite slick. We made it up to Laramie and turned onto I-80 westbound to make the 400mi run into Salt Lake. Now my wife has never been one to stay awake on road trips. I blame her parents, who would take her on car rides as an infant any time she was unable to fall asleep... so now about 30 minutes into a ride she's out like a light. She'd mentioned that morning she probably should have used the bathroom one more time before we got on the road, but as rest stops and gas stations were dotted along the highway at regular intervals I guess she wasn't all that concerned. Well, it turns out Wyoming is a bit different from other States. Towns are practically non-existent and rest stops are easily 200 miles apart. We cruised past the first rest stop after Laramie, not thinking anything of it. I was very thickly padded and she was sawing logs in the passenger seat. She stirred about a half hour later and inquired as to our location, mentioning that she could use a potty break... not urgently yet but at the next rest stop. I told her I'd pull in at the next rest area, which I figured was maybe 20 to 30 minutes down the road, and she drifted back off. About a half hour later she awoke again, this time flustered, and asked if we'd be stopping soon. I hadn't seen any signs for an upcoming rest area, in fact there were no signs of civilization outside at all... just scrub brush and snow piled up alongside the interstate from where plows had been through that morning. I reassured her that a place to stop had to be coming up soon and that I'd pull in at the first rest area or town I saw. She turned, crossed her legs tightly and began to play some game on her phone, shifting and fidgeting in her seat... sure sign that a crisis was brewing inside those lovely tight jeans of hers. Twenty minutes later she turned to me again, face strained and voice anxious. She was going to have an accident if we didn't do something in the next little while. She was used to wetting her pants and playing pee games, but the idea of flooding the unprotected car seat then having to sit in it until we found a place to stop was not what she considered a good time. I was at a loss. There were, literally, no places to stop and the emergency lane alongside the interstate was deep with snow... if I pulled off there we'd be stuck for sure. I put the accelerator down and got us up to about 90MPH, hoping to spot a sign for an upcoming town or rest stop. We continued on while in the passenger seat her breathing became rapid and shallow. She went from squirming with legs tightly crossed to sitting almost spread eagle, hands in her crotch, alternating between squeezing and rubbing in hopes of avoiding a true accident. I'd never seen her in full panic mode desperation before, even when we played wet games in public she'd always start peeing before getting to this point. After 15 minutes she inhaled sharply and scrambled to unbuckle both the seat belt and buttons on her jeans. This was it, she was about to burst. A last minute idea struck me and I reached behind her seat where my bag of diapers and changing supplies was stashed. One of my diapers wouldn't fit her, but she could at least get it underneath her butt and (hopefully) save the seat. She then not-so-nicely informed me that her ass being firmly planted in that seat was the ONLY thing currently keeping her from pissing all over. With no signs of relief on the horizon I pointed out that there wasn't much choice, she was going to have an accident one way or another. She half-screamed out of exasperation, snatched the diaper out of my hands and frantically unfolded it. She managed to hold on for maybe another 2-3 minutes, vainly hoping a sign for a gas station or rest stop would appear, then in one swift motion lifted herself off the seat and shoved the diaper underneath, pulling the front up over the unbuttoned fly of her jeans almost as if she was going to tape it on. Sighing and hanging her head in defeat she began to completely flood her pants. I have no idea how long she went for, but when she lowered the front of the diaper the upper part of her jeans were totally soaked and I could see where pee had shot down the insides of her legs as well. I slowed back down to 75, no need to risk a speeding ticket now that the worst had occurred, and we rode in silence for a short while. Eventually a truck stop appeared and we pulled in so she could clean up and I could assess any damage to the seat. I retrieved a change of pants, along with one of her thickest nighttime diapers, from the trunk and she made the "walk of shame" to the restrooms. The ass of her light jeans was completely soaked, practically screaming her incontinent state to every person in that crowded place. Fortunately the seat was mostly spared by her sitting on the diaper, and I put a couple of towels down to take care of the rest. A few minutes later she emerged from the building with cheeks flushed and a sheepish grin on her face because the dry pants I'd quickly grabbed for her were extremely low rise, leaving a generous amount of diaper waistband exposed. Before getting back in the car she fished around in the trunk then returned to the passenger seat with our cordless Magic Wand, which was promptly put to good use on her thickly padded crotch. Apparently I wasn't the only one aroused by her accident. The rest of the trip concluded without further incident, though she did stay in diapers full time for the next few days apparently not trusting her ability to hold for any length of time. We laughed about it in the weeks to come, but when my warehouse was closed due to the recession and we moved back to NC she wore TWO diapers and put a disposable chuck on the car seat for the Wyoming leg of the trip. I'll conclude with a word to the wise... if you happen to find yourself needing to travel through that vacant expanse which is the State of Wyoming, be prepared!
  7. somerandomguy

    female Persona 4 - Naoto's Dilemma

    Hey all! Silly to think I've been here so long and not posted a thing. So, I've had this story on pastebin for almost forever now, but there's one problem with that; Pastebin doesn't let me read comments or criticisms! So, I post it here, for all you sweet lil ones to enjoy. This is my first story here, so if I accidentally did something wrong with posting it, please be sure to correct me! Anyway, on with the story! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “I can’t believe this was the best idea I could come up with…” The petite detective looked over the small, padded object she held in her hands. Her outlines for the way she would best hide her identity while attending Yasogami high for her work were almost flawless, except one thing. Being disguised as a boy meant she wouldn’t be able to use the girl’s bathroom without giving herself away, and the boy’s bathroom carried too high a risk with the way it was set up. She was also cursed with a notoriously small bladder, meaning holding it throughout the day probably wouldn’t work in her favor. With no other options, she went to the nearest pharmacy and bought some of the ‘protective undergarments’ that were made for young girls who still wet the bed. With her small stature, it would be no problem to fit into one of them, and to hide it under her school uniform. Naoto shook her head, still a bit reluctant, but knowing she was too far into her plans to afford a mistake now. Gradually, she slipped off her pants and panties, then just stood there for a couple of seconds. She hadn’t worn one of these things since she was, well, an infant. It would absolutely be a foreign sensation, especially if she actually used it. Sighing loudly, she slipped up the undergarment, securing it over her slim waist as if it were just a thicker pair of panties. Looking back at the clock, she saw much more time had passed than she thought. “Oh no. I need to hurry.” As quick as she could, she pulled her pants back on, and slipped on some shoes, before running out the door. How bad it would’ve been if she were late to her very first day at school. So far the plan had gone off without a hitch. Naoto sat in her seat for her 3rd class of the day, and so far, no complications had arisen with either her disguise or her new undergarments. In fact, she’d all but forgotten the thing pull ups she wore underneath. In fact, if it wasn’t for the slight twinge in her bladder reminding her of what she had to use for a bathroom, she’d have forgotten the entire thing. Regardless, the young detective continued to pay attention to the teacher as she taught her lessons, not paying too much heed to everything. As the clock continued to tick down, the feeling in her bladder rose, and was still rising quite fast. Naoto looked at the clock. 15 minutes left. I can make it that long. She didn’t want to cause a disruption in class by asking to go to the toilet, especially with such a little amount of time left. Even though she had planned ahead by donning the absorbent garment currently hidden by her pants, it was far above her to use it this soon. Even if the bathrooms were out of the equation, since lunch was next period, perhaps she could use the commotion and noise to slip off behind a bush and quickly relieve herself. While humiliating, it is steps ahead of peeing myself. Naoto thought to herself. She’d had enough of being called childish, which is why she bought the slightly oversized garment adorning her groin, as it was the most adult kind of incontinence garment she could that was close to her size. Getting increasingly more desperate, she began rubbing her legs together, hoping the movement would dull the increasing pressure. Her eyes turned yet again to the clock in the room, and she prayed this would be almost over. 11 minutes… Come on, hurry up! Time seemed to move even slower, the hands of the clock mocking her with every slow tick. Deciding it’d probably go quicker if she actually paid attention, she directed herself as best she could to listening to the teacher. She narrowed her eyes at the board, focusing entirely on what was written there as a means of distraction. The teacher’s words even became a mess of jumbled noises, Naoto focusing too hard to be able to care. Unfortunately for her, with her center of attention having moved entirely to the board, she’d relaxed a bit on her groin, and she felt a small warmth escape her. Her focus was instantly brought back down upon her bladder, which was now demanding release. Again she looked to the clock. The hands had only moved an extra 2 minutes. There was no way Naoto was going to win this fight. Thinking quickly, she knew the best way to do this would be to go as slow as possible, to allow it to soak up, and hopefully it wouldn’t leak. She relaxed her bladder a bit more, and yellow liquid began to flow. Caught off guard by the unexpected increase of flow, Naoto gasped lightly and tried to close her muscles a little tighter. The stream slowed a bit, to her relief, and the dark haired girl sat there, wetting herself entirely in secret. This is… Warm. An obvious thought, but for Naoto, who hadn’t had an accident since her very early childhood, it was a completely new sensation. And with how her first day has went, she’d have to get used to it if she wanted to keep her disguise without humiliating herself. Once her peeing had come to a complete end, her hands shot down to the groin area of her pants, and she felt around for any signs of wetness. Good. No leaks. Her eyes returned to the clock, which now signaled that there were only 5 minutes left. The nervous student looked back to the teacher, paying the rest of her attention to the end of the lecture before the bell rang. Naoto sat there and waited until almost everybody else had left, then slowly stood up and made her exit. Lunch flew by in a breeze. Too preoccupied in the morning with her new article of clothing, Naoto had forgotten to make herself a lunch, and instead had to order something from the cafeteria. Still thoroughly stressed by her classroom accident, she ate quickly, and had finished her meal in scant minutes. Still squishing around in a wet pull-up, it was around that time that a major problem she’d overlooked came to mind. How am I going to change out of this? For one who’d prepared for every contingency to forget such a simple task, well, it was ludicrous! Even if she thought of how to sneak into a place where she’d have the privacy to dispose of her wet diaper, she had no spare underpants at all, and there was no way she was going to go commando in school. Thankfully for the forgetful detective, the rest of the day went smoothly. The next 3(?) periods went off without a hitch, and she sat in the last 10 minutes of her final class, attentively reading her book since the teacher had decided to end the lecture 12 minutes early. A slight grumbling in her abdomen had her worried for the past 30 minutes, but so close to release meant she probably wouldn’t have to worry. She continued reading through the pages, and time passed by almost in a blink, with no more potty problems to plague her. Sure enough, the bell rang, and this time to signal the end of the day. Rather, her problems would begin now. As soon as Naoto went to stand up, a sharp cramp hit her. Though her stomach hadn’t felt too bad, as soon as she got up, the magnitude of pain multiplied sharply, much to her chagrin. Her hand instinctively ran down to her abdomen, and she tried rubbing it to make the sudden bodily interruption go away. While it didn’t leave entirely, it calmed down enough that Naoto could stand up straight, and slightly waddle out of class, on the way home to get some regular panties back on. She walked down the stairs, and out the double doors of her school, somewhat symbolizing her freedom from the strange peeing ordeal. Walking through the gate of Yasogami, the sudden cramp came back, and even worse this time. To her horror, she felt her bowels churn, and all the pieces fell into place. Oh no… I can’t do… That in my pants! And especially not in public! The urgency was rising with every second, and Naoto shimmied off to the more secluded areas nearby, hoping she’d at least be able to pull her pants off and go in the bushes or something. Hurrying out of the sight of her fellow students, she looked for a shadowy place and rushed as fast as she could, which wasn’t very fast, considering she had to hold her legs together so the mass of feces wouldn’t escape prematurely. A couple steps from her destination, and a tiny sense of relief washed over her for how close she was. That was all it needed. The detective’s clenched anus finally let loose, and a loud cacophony of farts announced the introduction of Naoto’s former lunch into her diaper. Soft, mushy poo flowed out from her anus, completely unrestricted, and caused a minor bulge to appear in the back of her pants. Restricted by the tight waistline, the still moving feces began to spread through any places it could find within her pull up, mixing with the now dried urine from earlier in the day. Grunting hard, she gave up any chance of making it out clean, and decided it would be well worth the effort to just finish up and get home to a clean shower. Some more thick squelching noises made her pooping known, until finally, a spluttering moment of flatulence signaled the end of her ordeal. Panting heavily, Naoto moved a very tentative hand to the back of her pants, and slipped one hand down them to feel the back of her diaper. Still in a dreamlike state, the feeling of warm mush confirmed her worst fears. She’d just had a poopy accident right in front of the school. Miraculously, the padding held it all, for the moment, and her next course of action would be to get the heck out of dodge, the remains of her dignity hopefully intact.
  8. View File Yuki Master Folder All Yuki videos, 17 files included Submitter Mnlover1234 Submitted 03/27/2018 Category Diapers and ageplay  
  9. HarryPotterFun

    malefemale Harry Potter

    This is technically my third story on here but i had to delete the other two as i had lost my train of thought on them ? I would appreciated it if you follow me, the story and comment on the story every now and then to give me some positive criticism on the chapter. it would be much appreciated. ? The first 10 chapters will be of Harry and may include flashbacks of the abuse he suffered at the hands of the Dursleys. It wont feature any omorashi until at least chapter 7. please be patient with me. Chapter 1 The rescue Harry was sitting in his cupboard under the stairs we he had slept for the last nine months, ever since his parents had disappeared in a flash of green light, and he had come to live here with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley. They only let him sleep and do his punishments in this cupboard. He wasn't allowed to play with any toys, he had no toys. His cousin Dudley, on the other hand, was spoiled and had all the toys a 2-year-old could ever want. Harry was forbidden to play with any of Dudley's toys. At nursery he was allowed as he was encouraged to by the nursery nurses. They had once commented to Aunt Petunia about him not playing with any toys even though he clearly wanted to. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had then decided that Harry could only play with toys at nursery so as they wouldn't raise any unwanted questions. There was a knock on the front door and Harry heard his Aunt Petunia go to answer it. He knew that Uncle Vernon was at work and Dudley was at nursery. As Harry had been in punishment he was forbidden to go. He was being punished for something that Dudley did that he had blamed on Harry. Harry had cried at the unfairness but that proved fruitless as he was punished even more for that. He had learned quickly not to cry too often as the punishments were severe if he made such a noise. Meanwhile out in the living room Petunia was sat on the sofa opposite two men, one of whom was her arch childhood nemesis, Severus Snape. The other was a man who had introduced himself as Harry's godfather, Sirius Black. 'You know why i am here i presume', said Severus with a sneer. He hated the woman in front of him. She had made his childhood before Hogwarts hell, not to mention how she had turned her back on her only sister. 'To take the boy', said Petunia, shrugging. 'Thats, right, it has come to our attention that you havent been treating him like your own. We have come to take him away,' said Severus smoothly. 'Good, he's a freak', said Petunia. She wanted rid of the boy, he was nothing but a burden to her and her family. She had only taken him in because of the extra money she would get and she didn't know what else to do with the boy. Sirius was shocked at the woman in front of them. How could she be so horrid to her own flesh and blood. He knew from Lily how her sister hated her but he didn't think it would pass on to her son like it obviously has done. 'Then go and get him', said Severus with a look to Sirius who sat in disbelief at how Petunia was so hateful of her only sister. Petunia went to the cupboard under the stair. Both of the men where shocked to say the least that they had kept Harry in a cupboard underneath the stairs for nine months when they had four bedrooms upstairs. The sooner they got Harry out of this house the better it would be for the boy. When Harry walked into the living room he instantly recognized Sirius as soon as he saw him. 'Padfoo?' said Harry questionably. He was unsure whether it was him as he had longer hair then he remembered and he was thinner. 'Yes, it's me', said Sirius in a hoarse voice. He was shocked his godson could remember him after nine months of not seeing him. Harry ran up to Sirius who caught him instantly. 'Sevvy?' asked Harry after a moment or two having at last remembered the other man. Severus nodded. He too was shocked that the little boy could remember him. He had only seen the boy a few time, the last time was the day before Lily was killed. 'Lets get going shall we?' Sirius asked. 'You take Harry to the car. I'll meet you there. I have to have a few words with Petunia,' said Severus. Sirius nodded knowing it wasn't something that could be overheard by the little boy. Once Sirius had left the house and Severus had heard the car doors close he turned back to Petunia. 'Now, Petunia, I want the truth from you starting now. You are to answer all my questions truthfully. One; is Harry toilet trained?' 'No', said Petunia. 'But I put pants on him anyway, as Dudley currently in training'. Severus nodded before continuing. 'Two; how long has Harry been sleeping in the cupboard?' 'Ever since I found him on the doorstep, nine months ago', said Petunia. Severus sighed. 'Three; did you or your husband hit Harry?' 'Yes we both did. He deserved every hit with the belt', said Petunia. Severus was seething, how could they do that to an innocent little boy. 'Right, we'll be off. I expect you will be hearing from us again soon enough', said Severus. Petunia shrugged. Severus went out of the house and into the car where Sirius was waiting in the passenger seat with Harry in the back, in a car seat that he had thought to get before they even went to this house. Severus got into the drivers seat. 'What did you find out?' asked Sirius as Severus began to drive out of the street. 'Harry isn't potty trained at all even though he is in pants, he has been beaten badly, neglected by the looks of it and thats not the worst of it. They let him sleep in that cupboard ever since he as brought here', Severus told him. Sirius swore silently in case Harry heard him. 'Exactly', said Severus. 'We will have to got to the store and get the necessities', Sirius nodded. Half an hour later found them parked at the local supermarket they got out of the car. Sirius picking Harry out of the back and placing him on the ground holding his hand. Severus ran to get a trolley. Sirius sat Harry in the trolley while Severus pushed it. 'What shall we get first?' asked Sirius. 'You can run with Harry to the baby aisle to get nappies, wipes, powder, shampoo, nappy rash cream, nappy bags, sippy cups. I'll come and meet you in about ten minutes after I have got some food shopping', Severus said Sirius nodded picking Harry up and going to get a small trolley so it would be easier for him. After placing Harry in the seat he went down the baby aisle. He got size 5 nappies, wipes, powder, rash cream, nappy bags, sippy cups which he got some with different characters and some that was plain but different colours, shampoo, sponges, wash cloths and by the time he had finished, Severus had come to meet them. 'Got everything?' asked Severus. Sirius nodded. 'We'll go get some clothes for him, now. I've already got all the food shopping, paid and put it in the car. You pay for that, get Harry into a nappy and join me in the clothing aisle with Harry when your done. I'll put it in the car once we have done', Severus said. He knew Harry wasnt in a nappy and he knew he would go sooner rather than later. Sirius went to pay for the stuff and told the cashier he'll just wants a nappy from one of the packs, She scanned them all as he had got three packs. She took one out of a pack before packing the rest in a bag. Once everything had gone through and was bagged up, Sirius took Harry into a changing room. 'Shall we put you in a nappy now', Sirius said. Harry nodded. He didnt know when he could go anyway until he had wet or messed himself. Sirius got him undressed from the waist, and he saw the welt marks on the back of his legs. He didn't comment but he would definitely have a talk with Severus later. Sirius quickly put a nappy on him and he then went to join back with Severus. 'What size is he currently wearing?' asked Severus. '5-6 years', said Sirius. 'that would be his cousins size then, he'll be a 2-3 by the look at him', said Severus. 'We could do the size spell', said Sirius. Severus looked around. He nodded and Sirius did the spell. 'He's a 1-2 year', said Sirius. 'That is small, we'll get a few sets in that size but the rest will be 2-3 years', Severus told him. Sirius nodded. They started on the underwear. Severus decided to get a few for later on knowing they would one day toilet train him. Sirius picked out a dozen packs of socks, some with different characters, shapes, colours and animals. Severus did the same, they also got some vests. They then went to the tops, shirts and jumpers where they got loads of each item with different characters, shapes, colours, and animals. They went to the trousers and got several pairs of jogging pants, trousers, jeans and shorts. Sirius went to the shoes and got some black shoes, trainers, slippers, sandals, and wellies. They then went to pay. Sirius took Harry to the car as he had fallen asleep and Severus had said it was alright as Severus had help from the cashier. Once they were all in the car and driving off Severus had a though of a pushchair for Harry and told Sirius to keep in the car with Harry who was still asleep and Severus went into an Argos store to get a folding pushchair that could be laid down. Once he had paced it into the car they were off again. An hour and a half later, they had arrived at Sirius cottage. Severus had his own house but it wasnt yet child friendly and he had some stuff to sort. Sirius made them all a quick tea, and after they bathed Harry and put him to bed. 'Harry had welts on his legs', Sirius said. 'I know, we'll be finding all sorts of things now about him. We'll send for Poppy Pomfrey first thing to see what damage has been done. Them people have a lot to answer for', said Severus. 'Sev, thanks for helping me the past couple of weeks', said Sirius. 'Black, its not a problem. I know we have our history and for Harry's sake we will get by that. It may take a while for me to forgive everything that happened between us in school but i will not show it in front of Harry', Severus told him. Sirius nodded in relief and after a while Severus went to the spare room to sleep knowing that Sirius will need a bit of help before Remus turns up. Sirius went to bed not long after and they all slept peacefully.
  10. 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! ?
  11. 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
  12. 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...
  13. 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  
  14. 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
  15. 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...”
  16. 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.
  17. CarmenCD

    Sleepover and diapers

    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.
  18. ******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.
  19. 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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  20. 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
  21. 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.
  22. Has anyone tried ConfiDry 24/7? Apparently, they hold litres (!) and are recommended for heavy bedwetters. The reviews say they are a loud diaper, though. There were DL reviewers who said they loved them.
  23. *Authorized Access: Hello, xError_MissingName here. I will be your conductor for the orchestration of the events you're about to see. From your point of view, the world you're about to witness is a futuristic version of your own. This here is miss Yenesis Heaven, an A-class android. She's 22 years old, brave, and unmistakably beautiful. She is inorganic in her left eye, her breasts, her left arm, her right forearm, and her lower legs. The augmentations have given her many useful abilities and even more potential for upgrades. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's see her. She has fair skin, a beautiful face, short white blonde hair in a bob cut that covers a bit over her left eye, a toned but feminine body, a pair of C cup (but adjustable) breasts, a healthy bottom, and a pair of womanly legs. Her pores are slightly augmented to produce a nutritious, anti-aging clear liquid that enhances cellular reproduction by eliminating cell senescence. The pores on her face can also auto-generate her makeups as well as remove them. The internal workings of her body has similar enhancements to her skin. I tell you all this now because it explains why you'll see her consume much more food and water to run efficiently and survive. In this dreamscape, we have all of time itself. But her journey must start now. She must find purpose in her new life as an android. Feel free to give us some advice. Because when she sleeps... I'll return. ***** ***** Authorized Access Only ***** ***** Checking Subconsciousness ***** ***** Checking Consciousness ***** ... ..... ....... ***** Identify Confirmed ***** [Yenesis Heaven] My eyes open. I see a ceiling fan going around and around. I'm laying in my bed, snuggling under the blanket. This dark brown room stinks. One source of light beams through a broken window cover while the other blinks on and off in my bathroom. Did I forget to turn it off? ... I feel the now common pang in my bladder. It's irritating but something must be done about it. I cross my legs under the blanket. Turning on my side, I slide a hand down there as well. Squirming only as much as I need to, I try to clear the grogginess by sleeping in just a bit more. I try to relax. My body stops and I can feel the weight of my bladder. Sigh. Why do I even care anymore? Who's here to judge me for pissing in my own bed? I start urinating with my eyes closed. The stream hits my wrist before running down the side of my thigh. Piss pools around my bum and starts to spread on the mattress sheet. Good thing I went to bed naked, I guess. Tomorrow I'll move on from here. The abandoned building vibe gives me shivers... that or the warm lake I just made by doing my business in the sheets. The blanket caught it too. Now I regret it. The relief is appreciated but now, reality hits: I just pissed myself in my own bed. I already can't recall the logic that was going through my brain but, carefully, I push myself up off the crime scene, pee dripping from my thighs into the dissipating puddle. The smell makes it even more embarrassing. I throw the blanket over the spot where I laid. I walk into the bathroom. I still have to go. I sit down on the toilet and relax. Now I have to remember where I put my clothes. ... They're in the bedroom, of course. I finish and wipe myself with my bare hand because there's no toilet paper in here. I walk over to the sink and twist the facet. Nothing. I move over to the tub to try the shower. Nothing. I hate this place. I move back into the bedroom and wipe myself down with the dry spots of the blanket. I dress myself into my pair of shiny silver briefs and bra, my pair of tight black pants, my black tank top (that shows off the edges of my bra), and my black sneakers. I don my grey baseball cap and turn on some makeup for myself. Why not? Now it's time to find something to eat. ... I walk down the stairs with echoing steps. The silence really bugs me. I feel a tinge of fear running down my spine as I make it out onto the empty street. If I remember correctly, there's a bar northwest of here. Maybe I'll find a job there too. But first, I have to walk. ... My thighs and bum feel a bit sticky. Gross. The bar is right in front of me. The street here is a bit dirtier and feels more lived on. Noises of the bar's patrons tell me that I'm safe to enter without drawing too much attention to myself. I walk inside. A colorful palette of neon colors greet me along with the sight of a dozen and a half patrons drinking and talking among themselves. Only the bar owner pays me any attention. I walk over to him. The man is rather large in a bulky, strongman way. He has an eyepatch over his left eye and a cigarette on his lips. He's got a full beard that looks to be still growing on him and a buzz cut head of dark hair. Auto-analyzing his profile, he should be around his late forties to early fifties. Even though he appears younger, he's augmented just a bit. He seems nice though, maybe he'll see me as the same. "Hey there, you want a drink?" He says. A drink? At this early hour of the day? "No, thanks. Do you have something to eat?" I reply. "Sure, what do you want? I've got rations, soups, bread, sandwiches, burgers, and fish balls." That's... a unique variety of food. "Um, how much for some soup?" "Wait a minute, young lady." Uh oh. "... You don't have any credits to your name." Crap, he checked my profile. "Can I owe you for this one? I haven't eaten since... days ago," I say to him. "Listen here, kid, I'll do you one better." ... Huh? "If you're willing to work, I'll get you some food. You are looking for a job too, right? No point in coming here, otherwise, unless you were banking on a stranger's generosity. Hah!" I nod my head. "Alright, so you're willing to work, yes?" "Yeah." "Good. Listen closely then, kid," he leans in. "I've recently received a shipment of some specialized beers and I need someone to deliver it. My usual driver yesterday got in an accident real bad and doesn't even lift a finger now. I need you to drive the truck that I have in the back of the bar to this address... here." The barkeeper hands me a chip. The location must be on it but... "Why the secrecy?" I decide to ask. "Because it's a specialized beer, see? Secret recipe. I don't plan on living in his dump for any longer than I have to and that beer is going to put our name on the map. I need you to deliver it to where my people are so they can spread the word and product. Do what you're supposed to and I'll even pay you, yeah? But don't open up the back of the truck, understand? Or else you'll ruin the refrigeration." Sounds doable. "Yeah, alright. Can I get something first though?" "Oh yeah, here," he hands me a key. "Again, the truck's just 'round the back." "... I meant some food." "Oh, that's right. Early payment for you, I guess. Now, what do you want?" I order a soup and a few sandwiches and start eating. Everything tastes alright but I'm in no position to be a critic. I quickly chug down a few glasses of water before heading out. Stuffed, I make my way to where the truck should be and find a monstrosity in its stead. The supposed delivering truck is a safety regulation gone out the window. Sigh. No complaints though. A girl's gotta eat. I climb into the truck and start it up. I implant the chip into my arm and it gives me some coordinates... twelve hours away. Motherfucker. Yet... I'm also in no position to bargain. It's just time to drive. ... Five hours on an empty desert road and I'm beginning to feel like shit. The air conditioning doesn't work, the sun is right in my face, and I actually have to take a rest stop. I feel my bladder aching in defiance against my rubbing legs. This time, I'm NOT pissing all over myself. At any point on the road, I know I can simply stop for a quick break. But I'm just as stubborn as my bladder. I'll not stop if I'm not asked nicely or, in other words, if it doesn't stop wrecking my nerves and making me look like an un-potty-trained six year-old who constantly has to pee every few hours. Grumble. Great. But not great. I have to poop. An immediate pain grips my stomach as I instinctively bend forward and clutch it with a free hand. I could feel the intense pressure building up, calmly but menacingly demanding me to let go. But all I had was soup and a few sandwiches. At most, it should've blocked my system... unless... the food was fucking dirty. Sweat begins to bead on my forehead where the sun couldn't manage before. THUMP. A bump in the road suddenly launches me off the seat for a split second. "Damn it!" I felt it, a jet of something warm running through my uterus. I bend straight back up and I could feel the full force of the pressure in the back again. Alright, time for a stop. I glance at the side view mirrors, holding on with a left hand buried between my legs and crotch and the elbow of my left arm trying fruitlessly to massage my stomach. For some reason, both sides of the road has a big enough ditch for the truck to get stuck in if I try to pull over. I grit my teeth. Through sticky strands of hair covering my face, I could see the end. An impossibly long stretch of extra rocky desert road. Worst yet, another truck is coming up behind me. If I jump out now, I'll piss immediately, with or without pants. "F-Fuck me... f-fuck it!" I groan, signal, and pull over on the side of the road. My right hand works to put the truck in parking with my left hand struggles to unbutton my pants. The hard stop gives the last push to break my control as the front of my pants begins to grow hot. I rush to quickly yank my pants and briefs down to my knees. To my horror, the flood doesn't wait before I can open the side door and hot pee shoots into the door's compartment. A bit leaks away from the main stream and flows onto my thighs before the leather seat. I finally open the door. "Haaahhh..." The stream soaks the ground with intensity, blowing up steam and the smell of hot piss. I hang onto the door with one hand while the other hangs onto the neck of the seat. My legs, stuck in a pair of briefs and pants, spread with little success to keep the stream from separating into smaller rivulets running down into my shoes. I feel my face grow hotter than before. A cramp suddenly drops me as I hit the gravel clutching my stomach with one arm. Seeing the oncoming truck with no chance of stopping, I feel my embarrassment grow to an unbearable level. I yank my underwear up... a bad mistake. The pee hits the material with its full force and causes the gusset of the briefs to dip before flooding completely, marking a dark but shiny spot on it. Groan. I can't pull my pants up or else I'll flood them too. I push myself to finish quickly while using the door to hide my flushed face from the truck that's coming up close. My embarrassment mounts as a sizable puddle forms beneath me because the ground can't absorb quickly enough. The truck stops. Its front doors open. Two men in black suits exit the vehicle, pointing their guns at me. "Freeze, freak! You're under arrest!" "Put your hands in the air!" It looks like they drive a transport truck for prisoners, the SSH or the Superior Society of Humans. It's no coincidence that they are here. Either they stalk this road, the barkeeper set me up, or both. In any case, I've been caught with my pants down... literally, and with one too many guns to even try to get away or disarm anyone. "Lay down, freak!" I slowly lay down on my stomach, pants down and wincing with every movement in a puddle of my own pee. Life... is a bitch.
  24. 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