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  1. Well, last night, being Friday, my husband and I went out with friends and had a good number of drinks. Once we got home, we worked our way through a couple more drinks, and I got myself good and plastered. My hubby took good care of me (and was significantly less drunk), he made sure I was changed into a diaper before bed, being well aware of my tendency to wet the bed when I've had a few too many. A couple of weeks ago I got a big cushy pack of Rearz Lil' Monsters Diaper and the pack was sitting around. Now normally when I'm drinking and a bedwetting risk, my hubby will just help me pull on a Goodnite, but not last night. I asked him this morning and he said that I wasn't cooperating with the pullup and also that I had a bunch of water before bed and didn't use the toilet, which made him worry that I might wet more than once. My heart swelled when he told me this, because, well, it just seemed like he had adopted a daddy role, and the thought he put into keeping me dry made me feel like a special little girl. He also put down our Peepod pad, just in case. https://rearz.ca/lil-monsters-diapers/ Well, this morning I woke up absolutely soaked. My sleep had been filled with diaper and wetting dreams - a series of very hot fantasies, with lots of wettings and embarrassing incidents. The big bulky Lil' Monster diaper I was wearing was completely soaked, and there as a considerable wet spot on the pad. I was wearing nothing but the diaper, and my legs and hips were wet with pee. I was very groggy in the morning, but remember telling my hubby "I made my monsters into sea monsters... no, into pee-monsters." I undid the diaper and immediately went into the shower. Here is the diaper and wet pad. Hope you all have a great weekend! Rach p.s. The diapers look adorable but they fit very big and also the tapes were not very sticky by morning (though I did like soak it at least twice), and it leaked in between my legs. These are not the best diapers for keeping the bed dry, but great for padding about the house as a little.
  2. Version 1.0

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    Here's my neat little Flash, hoping to do lots more in the future, for now I hope you enjoy this little gift from me to you. Description: Tess has a Diaper fetish, but after moving in to her friends house, its been hard to indulge. Woes is Tessa having a pack of unused diapers in her closet, fortunately today's the day her friend's going out all weekend. Its been a loong time and Tess won't be wasting any time. How to Run: This interactive/game is a Flash, so you must have the latest Flash to run it properly. You must have Flash player in order to run the file, the flash runs in a web browser as well (preferably Mozzarella Firefox for Chrome), to do this, simply drag the file into your browsers icon, make sure its scaled to its original size so you can view in its original quality, otherwise it could suffer from possible quality loss or screw up the frame rate (out of sync/broken). The flash works perfectly, fully tested and in sync. If you encounter any problems, you can either let me know on DA, or Google it and troubleshoot Flash. Where to find: You can find the file on my DA ( http://fav.me/d83ku5e ) - (chances are it could be taken down by DA), and as a Download on Omorashi.org Specs: Flash Dimensions 600x600x pix Created to Run in the latest Flash
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  3. POV you’re my caretaker and I have to ask you if I can peepee but I reallyyyy have to go and once it starts it doesn’t stop. You don’t mind though IMG_4166.MOV
  4. My soaked diaper and full bladder were making it hard to focus on work today.let go of the bladder, but just ended in a soaked diaper IMG_4158.MOV IMG_4158.MOV IMG_4158.MOV
  5. 916 downloads

    Snuggling with Eeyore Lumi dreams of adventures to come, only perturbed a little, when her diaper starts to fill with warm pee. But little girls sleep tight and having relieved herself she keeps happily dreaming those sweet dreams. 2:56
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  6. Last weekend I decided to celebrate the approach of winter break by partaking of one of my favorite activities: Spending a whole weekend in diapers. I was recently reminded of the latest such occasion and decided to give it a writeup based on a private journal I kept of the weekend. The rules I follow are simple. Once the weekend begins, I must wear diapers for the entire duration. Diapers can only come off for showers and changes. I am not allowed to use the toilet, all my pee and poo must be done in a diaper. I'm free to change my diapers at my discretion. The night before, I took care of my weekend grocery shopping and made sure I had enough diapers and other relevant supplies for my needs. I'd be going through more diapers than usual this weekend, so I wanted to make sure I was set. To make sure I didn't miss any time, I went to bed that night in a diaper. I typically sleep nude most nights, so that night the diaper was the one exception. I slept through the night without a problem. Morning on day one. I woke up feeling like someone had replaced my bladder with a small rock. I relaxed and let my morning pee gush into my diaper. No time like the present to get started. I inspected myself. This diaper could take at least another wetting, so I yawned, put on a robe, and went to get breakfast ready. After breakfast, I lounged on the couch for a bit and did some reading. During this time I peed a little, but it wasn't a large wetting. A little bit before lunch, I released another big pee into my diaper. It was time for a change. Now wearing a fresh diaper, I made a sandwich and ate while listening to YouTube. By this point I had ditched the robe, so I had nothing on but the diaper and a blanket (which went on and off a lot because my apartment's heating is finicky as can be). Two or so hours later, I became aware of a minor need to wet. After a few minutes, my diaper had sustained its first pee. It was nowhere near full. However, I was also aware that my urge to poop was growing fast. Might as well go now, that's what diapered weekends are for. I pushed for a bit but made little headway, eventually transitioning from laying on my belly to a kneeling position. That made things a little easier and eventually I had filled my diaper. After checking out the bulge in the mirror, I got back in bed on my belly and resumed my routine. After another wetting, I got up, changed my diaper, and started thinking about dinner. I made dinner, ate, and went about my usual evening ritual of doing a spot of work with the TV/YouTube on in the background. During this span I peed three times, along with a scattering of smaller leaks. It's after sunset now. I have to go potty, but I can't wet this thing a fourth time. I need a diaper change. After doing just that, I treated myself to a dish of ice cream while I soaked my fresh diaper, a pullup this time. I read for a little while, leaked a few times, and realized I ought to be getting ready for bed. Entering the bathroom, I pulled down my wet diaper and set it on the floor. Post-shower, I put it back on. Now for some video games. En route to my bed post-gaming, I realized that I had to go poo again. NorthShore pullups are good for messing, so I wasn't afraid to poop myself in one. This I did after some effort. I finished the last two chapters of my book before changing out of my pullup and back into a tabbed diaper for the night. Morning on day two. I awoke in a damp diaper. I had wet during the night. This did nothing to lessen my need for my usual morning pee, which hissed into the diaper soon after. It was toasty in the apartment that morning, so I decided to forego the robe as I walked to the kitchen in nothing but a wet diaper. A few dribbles followed in the after-breakfast period, and eventually a decent chunk of poop. I changed out of that diaper after another large wetting round midmorning. Lunchtime came and went, and my new diaper had not stayed dry. A morning of gaming, a few mugs of cocoa, and a nice lunch will do that to a girl. I changed out of that diaper right away and got a pullup on. I had decided to hit up a few stores for some personal items. Over the pullup went a knee-length plaid skirt, a bra, and a cable knit top. My girlfriend tells me that the way I dress in winter is an unholy crime against the good people of Ireland, and I'm often inclined to agree. That said, it was time for a bit of shopping. I visited a few stores, picking up various odds and ends like a notebook or two, some cookware to stoke my misguided attempts at making Asian cuisine, and some Pokemon cards. I'm not sure where, but somewhere in all that I wet my pullup. A second, smaller wetting occurred on the drive home, and my lunch was settling rather quickly. By the time I got through the front door, I could feel my poo poking out into the back of the pullup. I put my stuff down and stripped down to my diaper. No sooner had I done that and returned to the living room had a sizable bit of poo settled itself in the back of my pullup. The pullup held my entire mess, and after putting my purchases in their proper places I went to the bathroom for a diaper change. Back in a nice thick tabbed diaper I went to enjoy the afternoon. I spent it on the floor in my room, watching some YouTube, opening and sorting cards, and peeing. Time flew by, and when I got up to fix myself a meal I was a bit surprised at how yellow my diaper was. I determined that it could hold some more and set about getting dinner ready. After dinner, I sat in bed and texted my girlfriend for an hour or so. Few small leaks, but nothing much. One diaper change later and I was seated at my desk to finish my work. I hadn't very much of it to begin with, as the following week wasn't a full five days and winter break was around the corner. Midway through this remaining work, I realized I needed some potty time almost as badly as I needed to stretch my legs. I decided to kill two birds with one stone by taking a walk down the hall to the kitchen and getting myself a snack while I let loose in my diaper. The only things warmer than my pee-soaked diaper as I returned to the desk were the slice of pie in my hand and the air in this bloody apartment. I have a working theory that for every degree the outside temperature drops, the inside temperature goes up ten. But I digress. I finished my workload, and after doing so felt a need to make a load of a different kind. Accompanied by a few stray dribbles of pee was the biggest mess I had made all weekend. It made a nice bulge in the back of my diaper and made my evening reading that much more enjoyable. Finally I got up, admired my messy diaper in the mirror one more time, and took care of one more diaper change. A short rinse in the shower followed, and then I got into a clean diaper for the night. I woke up on Monday in a wet diaper, even wetter than the previous day's. After taking care of my morning pee, I took the diaper off to get ready for classes. I had officially done a weekend in diapers. Overall it was great fun. Diaper weekends are one of my favorite indulgences. Total diapers used: Ten Total wettings: Twenty (including smaller wettings/ repeated leakage) Total messings: Five
  7. ..maybe way more than just soggy. >w> An amazing commission of my OC Kyuu and @Ashi by Fetimation on Patreon!

    © Kyuu OC by OmoOrg, Ashi OC by Ashi/Omopaws, art by Fetimation

  8. What is your diaper status? wet, dry, full, damp, etc.. My diaper is wet, I last changed an hour ago.
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    From the album: Human Characters

    Make up your own story for this one!
  10. (I've been slowly writing to finish my stories recently, and now that I have a schedule that works for me for working on stuff like this, I'm back on omorg after my long hiatus ^^) Chapter 1: A Witch's Mother ~~~~~~~~ It had been a slow day so far for Eliana, but one she was used to. She had started the day off with a few warmups, brewing some energizing potions with a few tea leaves and whatever else she could find, then moving on with a few simple incantations before she prepares for the main part of her day, trying to conjure up a magical bound spirit for the (possibly) fiftieth time. The warmups had gone well as normal, getting her body ready and used to casting magic, feeling the energy flow through her fingertips as she started with flicking on light switches and onto more stuff, such as lighting the fireplace to warm up the chilly house. Walking into one of her favorite rooms with a look of determination, she was all set. She had just prepared to conjure the spirit, using a carefully carved wand to help channel it more than her hands could do on their own. The room she was in was bright pink with plenty of childish and even infantile toys and furniture lying around. In fact, this morning she had barely awoken before turning her bed into a crib, an action that pleased her a bit more than she first thought it would. All the toys and such that had been strewn along the floor were pushed towards the walls as a wind began to pick up from the center of the room, Eliana's short skirt fluttering a little as the tip of her wand began to grow a bright pink. She closed her eyes as she whispered the spell she had been practicing for a while. "Ethereal mother of care, appear and treat thee fair, see thee as if of the fifth year, and to comfort before thee shed a tear" It was a tad simple sounding, if not a bit silly, but magic tended to work best the clearer it was. In fact, half of the work was coming up with the best phrase instead of actual magical power, though that still played a large part. Opening her eyes, Eliana was already prepared for disappointment before she saw a figure slowly form out of nothing, looking barely transparent and letting off a faint glow. The figure gently drifted down as their outfit grew more detailed, a long dress with a short apron that she seemed to already be taking off and setting on the changing table nearby. "Yes, I finally did it!" Eliana cheered, jumping into the air giggling. She had felt so lonely in this big stuffy house, and with the introduction of her new motherly figure, she hoped things would finally get a bit more interesting. She ran over to hug her new mommy, before feeling herself fall straight through her. "A-ah!" She shouted in surprise, using one of her arms to break her fall. "Oh my! Someone got a little too excited!" said a sweet, mature voice. The ghost mother's words seemed to sound like it was accompanied with a small gust of wind. "Are you alright little Eli?" She said, bending down and placing her hand on Eliana's arm, the woman's hand feeling cold yet nonexistent. For a second Eliana was surprised to hear a name, let alone a nickname from her newly summoned familiar, though it quickly dawned on her that familiars tend to summon in with a basic understanding of the one summoning them. "I-I am, thank you miss. I guess I made you too close to a ghost than a familiar." The woman giggled. "My little Eli sure has a wild imagination~" She responded, treating such a thing as a fantasy. "Come now, I don't know how you got ahold of such panties, but I haven't potty trained you yet." Eliana blushed as the ghost patted the changing table. "U-um..." Eliana muttered, trying to come up with a spell as she pointed her wand back at the ghost. "Become one with the physical realm!" she said, almost yelping as she felt her wand leaving her grasp. "I know you love playing witch a lot but you're not getting out of being padded that easily." The mother scolded, lifting the wand above her head. "Now hop up on the table before I have to put you up there myself." Her tone had gotten strict near the end, her free hand resting on her hip. Realizing she wouldn't get her wand back until after, and already enjoying the situation, Eliana climbed onto the changing mat, her face absolutely scarlet as the plastic crinkled beneath her hands. Her new mother smiled. "Good girl~ now first those panties..." The ghost mother said, gingerly sliding them down Eliana's legs. Then, as she held them up, Eliana was shocked to see them engulf in blue flames. "You won't need these anymore~ I have something more appropriate!" As the panties vanished in ethereal fire, the mother then pulled a big, thick, crinkly diaper that was white with yellow stars all over the front and back. "I-I kinda wanted to be big for a lil..." She said as her new mother shook their head. "You can try some other time, maybe in a couple weeks, but you and I both know why you have a changing table in your room still. Now lift your butt so I can pad you up~" Eliana did as she was told, and soon her mother slid the diaper under her as a bottle of powder floated in the air, a magical aura emanating from it as she was powdered and taped up rather quickly, "That wasn't too bad now, was it?" The mother gently lifted her blushy baby witch off the table, Eliana extremely embarrassed with the entire situation. "Not that I don't mind, ummmm, but I'm five, I don't need diapers!" With that, her mother tisked. "Sorry little one, but you wouldn't still have a crib, a changing table, all these diapers and blocks and such if you were past them." She bent down, patting her head. "But if you are able to tell mommy when you have to go potty next and you manage to make it, I'll see about letting you wear pullups, okay?" "Deal! I-I mean, yes mommy, thank you mommy." as much as Eliana enjoyed being treated so little, this wasn't quite the five-year-old she expected to be treated as. Before she could think of what to do next, her tummy rumbled, reminding Eliana that she hadn't even had breakfast yet. Her new mother was quick to chime in. “Sounds like someone's ready for numnums~ Why don't we head down to the kitchen, alright?” the ghost held her hand, nodding towards the door. With a blush and a gentle nod back, Eliana followed her to the kitchen. It was a simple yet large kitchen, with a big fridge and a decent amount of counter space. Past the counters was an average sized rectangular table with six chairs; they were not really expected with the size house they were in, but even the separate dining room was hardly necessary for a witch living on her own, and even that had been converted into a library full of grimoires, recipes, and other such reading material. Eliana climbed onto the chair, feeling small today with her rather large padding. The ghost on the other hand had been using her magic to levitate over what she needed, a glass being filled with apple juice as a knife peeling then chopping up a carrot were all floating passed Eliana. 'I may have summoned a more powerful familiar than I expected...' she pondered as the glass was gently placed in front of her with a bowl filled with the carrot slices. “How did you know where everything was?” She asked, her ghost mommy sitting beside her. “Simple~ Just the walk down here allowed me to map out the entire house in my head, it's a rather simple spell for someone such as myself, you'll learn when you're older.” Eliana pouted, taking a big sip of her apple juice. “Well um, thanks mommy.” She mumbled. A little of the juice spilled from her lip, and her mother seemed to already be coming up with another idea. With a flick of her wrist, a small light hit the glass, instantly turning it into a sippy cup. Eliana let out a cry of surprise, almost falling out of the chair before another spell had hit that as well, transforming it into a highchair. “I always forget, little ones are a bit too small for a normal chair and cup.” she placed her elbow on the table, her head gently resting on her hand as a smile crossed her face. “Does mommy need to feed you the carrots too, or do you think you can eat them all on your own without dropping them?” Getting a bit fussy, Eliana sat up in her chair, though not much before lightly hitting the tray. “I can do it on my own, you just surprised me is all!” she sat back down, crossing her arms grumpily as she noticed her new caretaker handing her the bowl. “Well that's fine then dear, we can let you try your best eating on your own~” Eliana quickly went about finishing her carrots and apple juice (though not so quick that she would drop anything). Her cheeks remained a noticeable red through the whole process, half just from the ghost mom's “Awww~”, “So cute~”, and “You make mommy so proud!” being cooed from across the table. After the familiar wiped Eliana’s almost spotless face clean (eliciting a pout from Eliana), the ghost mommy helped her out of the highchair, even handing back the wand. “Now, I’m gonna let you have some play time while mommy cleans up, doesn’t that sound wonderful?” “Y-yeahhhhh.” Eliana soon walked over to the living room. It was a rather spacious one too, with plenty of place to play, a closet towards the front door, a fireplace, even a toy chest right beside a rocking chair and couch, with the latter flanked with end tables. Now that she looked again, Eliana realized something else was on the wall, just above the fireplace, a TV! Most of the money Eliana got from doing side jobs with her magic had been spent on just getting this place barely repaired, and even then, the third floor and attic were completely barren, save for the new wooden support beams a contrast to some of the rotting walls. She didn’t have the magical energy nor the prowess to have been able to conjure such a complicated device, let alone the funds to purchase one. “She really is more powerful than me, I’ve never heard of a witch being so outmatched by her familiar from the get-go…” As curious as she was, she looked for a remote before flipping it on, the vibrant colours of morning cartoons lighting up the room. After slipping her wand in a specially made loop in her skirt, she soon found herself rummaging through the toy chest for some building blocks, her eyes flicking between the cartoons and the blocks every so often. It was so fun building the foundation before towering up with all her blocks, making it as high as she could before the unsteady structure toppled over and she was left giggling loudly. Just before she started to build one anew, she glanced behind her to look for more blocks, her attention soon drifting from the toy chest to the ghost sitting peacefully in the rocking chair. The familiar gave a smile and a wave. “Enjoying yourself sweetie?” “Oh! Um um, yes! I’m having lots of fun!” She pointed over to the TV. “Thanks for getting me that! The most advanced thing I have is an old laptop and a cracked phone.” “Of course honey, anything for my little witch in training~” this elicited a pout from Eliana, but she had to admit, she still had much to learn. Soon however, Eliana was back to building with her blocks, not without already letting out a bit of a yawn. Eliana must have used more magic than she originally thought, though even if she hadn’t, she still understood a good amount of magical energy had to have left her body to conjure up a familiar, let alone one with so much magical prowess. As these thoughts were filling her head, she found herself absentmindedly rubbing one of her eyes while her other hand with the block had dropped said block nowhere near the tower. “Aw, honey, here…” The ghost mommy levitated the sleepy girl a little before her ethereal arms held her ever so close. “Need a little nap?” “M-maybe a little, thankchuu…” she was already closing her eyes as she hugged close to the ghost, here eyelids feeling too heavy to keep open any longer.
  11. From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Despite being such a shameless potty-goer, Jasper can still be taken by surprise sometimes with just how much he has to go, especially when the indication of this is warm and running down his legs :3c
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    After doing some naughty big girl thingies, Lumi finds herself tied to toilet, gagged and diapered. Struggling is futile and before long she feels the warm pee gushing in her diaper. But there's no mercy, no salvation. She's made to wet again and again until her diaper can't hold it and the pee drips down her thighs. And even that's not enough... When she's thoroughly soaked she gets to taste a bullet vibrator, teased to cum again and again in her wet diaper.
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  13. I tried doing art for this website before, but this is the first time I think it's good enough to at least post. There's a lot wrong with it and there's a lot of things that put me off about it, but it's cute enough that I will post it anyway. I just felt that this website needed more male omorashi, and Victor is adorable, so I hope people will like this. It's ok to leave criticism, just don't be an asshole about it. I purposely didn't polish it, because I'm lazy and don't know how to color well. Maybe I'll repost a polished version later. I'll post this on my own member gallery shortly. That left hand still looks too small to me.
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    anyone knows who she is? have she made other video?
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  15. So I’ve been into diapers for quite a while, and I LOVE being in a wet diaper for as long as I can, even if it starts to leak. However, I’ve never been able to get into the messing side. And I missing out of something fun? What do y’all think? what’s more fun: wetting or messing?
  16. From the album: Sonic Characters

    Imagine her relief!
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    Following up on the Twitter content thread, I spent a little time and downloaded all of the videos of the last 25 Twitter accounts that were posted there. I thought I'd upload these by user. Videos are provided individually and in a Zip file for ease of downloading. You can see previews of all of the content there. I did not sort them by type, only user, so for each user there are an odd assortment of peeing, desperation, wetting, and diaper/pullup videos. Also, there may be some repeats in there, I was often not sure if a video was a different take or my download program grabbed two of different quality, but if you are complaining about too many videos, you are in the wrong place. Finally, because these are from Twitter, some are of poor quality and very short. Some are also longer than you'd expect and quite good. So it's a bit of a random grab bag! Enjoy and Happy New Year! Rachel
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  18. This is just a small fantasy of mine. I am in fact non-binary... unfortunately there is no label for that so... I’m perfectly okay with genitalia however. Though I use either one depending on the mood I’m in. —————— I groan, eyes on the road as I take a sip of my drink, an energy drink, specifically Mother if you must know. I know- I know- I’m driving... actually I’ve been driving a long time. A few hours in fact. Where I’m driving to... well... that’s a different can of worms so let’s focus on what I’m currently doing. Im squirming as my foot presses against the acceleration peddle. I may have been drinking an unhealthy amount of energy drinks... mainly for this event that was going to take place, something that I was anticipating. I want to piss myself. I recently had the courage to make a purchase of some diapers. Not cheap ones, oh no. ABUniverse. Worth it. Certainly. So... whilst I’m taking this long drive I decided that I didn’t want to stop to pee. I put on a diaper and off I went. I don’t enjoy holding. The idea is to get about as desperate as I can where I can’t focus and then piss in my diaper. Right now I was at maybe a six at best, my bladder was just currently warning me to find a toilet, but i was wearing mine so it didn’t matter much. I find a rest stop, deciding that now is the perfect time to have a break. Drivers fatigue can be fatal after all and... well... it seems my cock is in need of some attention. I turn into the stop and find a space to park. Nodding to myself I decide to get out of my car to stretch, finish my drink and then pee. I hope I can get in my car to do that though, it’s not just the feeling that turns me on so much, it’s the hiss and the sight of the yellow liquid pouring into the padding. Thankfully, not many people are parked around here, and wearing baggy pants was certainly the right move either way. I get out of the car and move to take a walk, stretching my legs and sighing soft,y. Peaceful... this was nice. The soft breeze and the bird calls coming from the Bush. Not only that but being out here in the middle of nowhere was just so... quiet. I soon finish my drink and walk to find a bin, throwing the can into it before making my way back to my car as I could feel the first real pang from my bladder. Once again, I didn’t like holding very much, it’s not the turn on for me and is only distracting in the moment. I open the back door to the boot, I had set up some curtains in the back because I didn’t want people looking in whilst I was napping or doing... things. Once I’m in, I close the door again. I pull off my pants and sit up against the seats behind me, waiting for a few moments. I feel my bladder start to let go and I groan softly as I feel the warmth spread quickly across the padding, streaming over my cock. The hiss fills my ears and it takes all my will to make sure I finish before I get too hard to piss anymore. It lasts about thirty seconds before tapering off. The stream was powerful but the diaper soaked it up quickly, leaving the padding squishy and warm... gods... I squish the padding in my hands, feeling that my cock had hardened fully already and was pressing almost uncomfortably against the diaper. I kneel a bit so I could feel the slight sag and I squish the wetness against me. I shudder, understanding my body’s call for release and I turn towards my belongings. I turn, bundling up the blanket I kept back here and I hold it between my legs. Thankfully, the blanket makes this comfortable as I start to hump against it, the squishy, warm, wet padding pressing against my hard cock. I thrust again and again, not feeling much from the thick the diaper is but I feel something... and gods I was going to chase it. I let out a few more spurts of piss, squeezing the blanket between my legs hard as I whine and try not to moan. The diaper was so squishy and it clasped my cock in its wet hold so well, the feeling of it brushing against me over and over- I begin to build to a climax, humping the padding harder. I just about cry out in need as I release, my body shaking as my cum spurts a few times into the folds of the soaked diaper. My hips slow down, just grinding gently until I stop completely out of breath. I soon get up slightly hazily but refreshed from the climax I just had. Back on the road for me... though I hope to fill this diaper completely before I try to get off again. ———— Feel free to leave feedback on my writing- the fantasy itself I see mine of course but I feel like I can get better at describing these things. Solo sexual content isn’t a strong suit of mine so I’d love a bit of help there 🙂 thank you for reading
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    Littles need appropriate clothes and Lumi wants a new look. With crinkling Amors peeking from her waistband she goes shopping for a new shirt. Soon enough she finds an adorable Lion King T-shirt and heads to the fitting booth... 10:04
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  20. so i had a bit more of a think about where i wanted to go with this messenger teasing idea. the format's been quite fun to use, and i can write them up quickly since all i have to do is tinker with chat logs a bit. my friend has cooled a bit on the idea of writing anything up herself, but she's still keen for me to keep going on the condition that i also have to do write ups for times when it was her teasing me about having accidents (she likes boy omo as much if not more than girl omo). anyway i'm a switch and I have always liked the mild humiliation that came with her playful banter so i'm happy to accept her condition. but it did raise the question for me of whether it's best to include what would be both male and female omo under the same topic - knowing that most people tend to prefer one to the exclusion of the other. i did think about having two separate topics for male and female omo, but there's a lot of overlap in the convos so i can't really see the point. also i'd prefer to have everything in the one topic instead of having a new one each time. so what i will do as a compromise is I'll include a list of relevant tags in bold in the body at the top of each new post (e.g. female, messing, diapers etc...), and you can choose whether to read on or not. since i did one of hers last time, this first post will be one of mine. so please do note the male tag on the post below before reading on if that's not what you're here for! the tag prefix for the overall topic is still going to be female because there have been more instances of me teasing her than vice-versa and she's still the star of the show as far as i'm concerned. i'm not exactly the most masculine looking guy out there, anyway, so no hard feelings 😂 (edit: for reference, here's the link to where i tried this out the first time - - des The Essayist and the Editor tags: male, desperation, wetting, messing, diapers, fear Stephanie says: hey you! Stephanie says: have you finished reading my preventative health essay yet? 😊 Stephanie says: no rush...but i do have to submit it tonight... des says: hey hey! des says: hmmm, not yet des says: i only just got back from our walk Stephanie says: 😮 Stephanie says: Walking Dozer? des says: yeah des says: hes been barking a lot the last couple of days des says: am hoping that he might calm down if i tire him out a bit Stephanie says: naughty pup!! Stephanie says: well i have been sitting here Stephanie says: for the last hour Stephanie says: trying to hit the word count......... Stephanie says: ughhhhhhh Stephanie says: why do i suck at writing so much Stephanie says: 😞 des says: who, whoa, whoa des says: you don't suck at it des says: you said you got 87% the other day! Stephanie says: 😛 Stephanie says: ya, for the journal entries Stephanie says: those were super easy!! Stephanie says: like 300 words each is nothing Stephanie says: this essay is much harder 😣 des says: i'm sure it's not as abd as you think 😊 des says: bad* Stephanie says: itt's probably worse 😥 des says: nah des says: you're a smart cookie des says: i bet you've been working on it for weeks Stephanie says: ...!! Stephanie says: well! Stephanie says: actually i have! 🤓 haha Stephanie says: but i dont think im using the right references 😞 Stephanie says: i dont think it reads well des says: technically it doesnt need to read at all, its your readers who have to read well 😛 Stephanie says: 😡 Stephanie says: can you just look at it now instead of being a smartass please???!!! des says: okay! okay! des says: i was already reading it anyway 😛 Stephanie says: good boy 😊 des says: *wags tail* Stephanie says: 😛 ... Stephanie says: ... well? Stephanie says: is it that bad? 😓 des says: "the mangement of children's lifestyle choices is paramount"? des says: 'management' maybe? 😛 Stephanie says: hahaha oops 💁‍♀️ Stephanie says: possibly i should have run a spell check?! des says: and i'm not sure about this bit about school lunches at the end des says: how come you don't have a source there? Stephanie says: hmmm well i do have a source for it somehwere! Stephanie says: one of the texts talks about junk food in tuck shops Stephanie says: habits formed at school are a cause of childhood obesity des says: hmmm des says: well find it and stick it in, you need something in there Stephanie says: 😛 ok! des says: otherwise it reads okay des says: conclusion's a bit weak though Stephanie says: 😮 Stephanie says: I havent written a conclusion yet!! des says: whats that bit down the bottom then?! Stephanie says: that was my draft! Stephanie says: its not finished yet 😛 des says: well hurry up and finish it then! Stephanie says: i'm trying too!! des says: 😛 des says: kids these days... Stephanie says: 😮 what??! des says: not you! des says: literally 'kids these days!' des says: getting fat on junk food at the canteen Stephanie says: hmmm yeah 😛 Stephanie says: you probably did too, though 😂 des says: im not fat! Stephanie says: surrrre about that? 😛 Stephanie says: lol okay your not. but maybe you were when you were in primary school 😛 des says: nope des says: i didnt each much of anything as a kid Stephanie says: 😮 des says: i always used to have sultanas for recess des says: mum used to pack a yoghurt and sandwiches too des says: i always ate the yoghurt cause otherwise it'd get loose in my bag and explode yoghurt everywhere Stephanie says: 😛 des says: had to clean out quite a few backpacks in my time! Stephanie says: 😛 des says: but no junk food for me! des says: i didnt even tend to eat the sandwiches 😛 Stephanie says: naughty! des says: why? des says: she always put too much tomato in them and they would come out soggy! Stephanie says: your mumma bear made sandwiches for you and you wouldnt even eatthem!! Stephanie says: 😮 soggy sandwiches? Stephanie says: yikes, okay des says: yeah 😛 des says: bet you wouldnt have eaten them either 😛 Stephanie says: lol probably not Stephanie says: id just swap it with somebody else des says: nobody's going to trade for a soggy sandwich though...... Stephanie says: well, not that kind 😉 des says: 😛 Stephanie says: anyway, i meant i'd swap it when they werent looking 😂 des says: 😮 des says: and what if you got caught?! Stephanie says: hmmm, i'd tell them they could have a soggy sandwich or a knuckle sandwich?! Stephanie says: 😈 des says: 😮 des says: you wouldnt have said that! Stephanie says: i probably wouldve! Stephanie says: i was a bit of a tomboy when i was a kid 😂 Stephanie says: i once broke a kids tooth when he pushed in line for the bubbler! des says: you did what?! Stephanie says: i was thirsty!! Stephanie says: and there was a line for a reason! des says: 😛 des says: wow Stephanie says: wow what 😛 des says: i'm just having trouble imagining you doing that des says: i mean i got in a few fights at school, but well, im a boy 😛 des says: i thought boys were supposed to beat each other up! Stephanie says: !! Stephanie says: well girls can fight too! Stephanie says: even if its with nails! des says: you broke his tooth with your nails?! Stephanie says: 😛 Stephanie says: nah, i pushed him into the bubbler des says: ouch 😵 thats a bit mean! Stephanie says: i didnt mean to hurt him 😞 Stephanie says: i just wanted to shove him out of the way! des says: still! Stephanie says: 😞 des says: well i guess maybe he was a bully if he was pushing in des says: so maybe he deserved it?! Stephanie says: hmmm i was the bully if anything!! Stephanie says: he was a nice kid, i think maybe he just didnt relaise there was a line! des says: oh dear! bully steph! 😛 Stephanie says: 😞 des says: hmmm, guess i'd better be careful what i say about your essay then! 😂 Stephanie says: haha yep! 😈 des says: anyway, i've sent it back to you with changes tracked des says: resent it to me when you have that conclusion though! Stephanie says: lifesaver 😊 thank you!!! des says: no worries 🙂 i'll be here waiting for that final draft! Stephanie says: ahh, youi are such a good boy😛! des says: yeah, but apparently you used to beat up good boys 😛 Stephanie says: 😛 Stephanie says: am i meant to beat you up too then?! 😛 des says: 😮 Stephanie says: I might, hey! 😈 des says: dont scare me!! 😭 Stephanie says: 😄 Stephanie says: maybe you need that nappy?! des says: 😮😳 Stephanie says: 😄 des says: well i'll just go change my pants now... Stephanie says: in preparation, hey! Stephanie says: I'm that scary, huh?! des says: preparation? i might need it now!! Stephanie says: 😂 Stephanie says: well it would give you a bit of padding for when im kicking your butt!!! 😈 des says: a lot of padding depending on what i had for lunch...! 😳 Stephanie says: 😉💩💩😄 Stephanie says: hmmm, ok maybe a bit too far 😛 des says: 😛 des says: a bit! Stephanie says: 😛 des says: but on an unrelated note, i do actually need to get up now des says: and, well, go to the bathroom 😛 Stephanie says: hahahah Stephanie says: well i will do some more work on my essay then 😊 Stephanie says: thanks for checking it for me again😘! des says: anytime 🙂 des says: but don't submit it without letting me see it again first! Stephanie says: i wont! Stephanie says: you go and clean up 😛😂 des says: 😮 des says: i dont need to clean up!!! des says: just tired of sitting here with legs crossed 😛 Stephanie says: sure sure! Stephanie says: laters 😘
  21. Long time lurker and first time poster. Here's a story that I originally wanted in a fantasy universe but ended up in some sort of sci-fi one instead :P. Maybe there will be a part 2? ____________________________________________________________________________________________ The cold winds of winter glided gently across the streets. By tomorrow’s morning, the dilapidated roads would be filled with pedestrians, but now, deep in the night, one only had flickering streetlights and roaches for company. From the sides of the litter-lined streets, there rose several monoliths of apartment buildings and industrial facilities. Structures evidently designed solely for efficiency in a state with an insatiable thirst for inaccessible raw resources. The night sky was made starless by the brightly lit oasis of life beyond the hills that pulsated as a distant rainbow. Not that it mattered to the the drab concrete and corrugated aluminum of the slums, perpetually engulfed in turmoil. The glory and grandeur of the inner city meant nothing to those here who could never hope to experience it; nothing save for a world of vast riches to exploit for the cunning few. It was in this small population of connivers which Nova had found herself. She fit the role of a bandit, or a bounty hunter. Her consistent success rested on the nature of what she stole - not lives, but information. It paid well, it made sure your targets would say nothing, and you could always come back for more. Tonight, in a small and spartan apartment room in a long-abandoned building, she was again ready to strike into the heart of the City, an attack on the pinnacle of their society. Unlike her male comrades, her attacks were executed with surgical precision. This one would be no different. Opening a battered case on the hard ground, she retrieved two small combat knives, sharpened to a razor edge. As she rose up she grabbed a folding submachine gun from its place on the wall. A hard childhood on the streets gave her aptitude in combat, and her clothes concealed a muscled yet lithe and agile build. She could out-duel almost anyone in close quarters even without needing the superior weapons she now fielded. In the legends which sporadically circulated the outlaws of the slums, she was a fearless warrior, a shadow perpetually taunting the giant which was the City. Cradling the SMG, Nova walked over to her bed, the only piece of furniture in a cube of cold and cracking concrete. Despite the lack of doors and windows in the room, the building’s size and complexity as well as the cover of the night allowed for a modicum of privacy. From under the bed she retrieved her light body armor, stolen from the City arsenals. Silently she stripped herself of her civilian clothes; in the process, she slipped her panties down her ankles and reached again under her bed, in a nook between the mattress and the frame hidden from plain sight. A slight red tinge appeared on Nova’s chiseled cheeks as she retrieved a plain white diaper from the bed and slowly hiked the ruffled elastic up her chiseled thighs. As much as she hated wearing them, it was an invaluable asset for maintaining composure in combat and intimidating her targets. As Nova reached for a spare, she noticed with a frown that the bag was almost empty. Stuffing the one remaining diaper into her bag, she noted to herself to buy more upon return. The brunette walked by herself down a path she knew well, through trash-filled back alleys and crumbling, cracked asphalt as the concrete behemoths of the urban jungle made its way into the shoddier makeshift shelters of the slums. Here, there was none of the tenuous order found in the ghettos, and all around there was the cacophony of muffled intoxicated yelling. Many in her line of work had hailed from regions like this or worse, but to Nova the entire area felt uncomfortable and hostile, a mental remnant conditioned into her by her earlier life. As she walked past a row of sheet metal homes, she momentarily caught sight of a glint off of a knife reflecting off a fire streaming from a barrel - before her brain could process the flash of light, Nova’s tensed body was rocked by a bloodcurdling scream and a howl of pain which pierced the heavens. Balking in fear, Nova stumbled a step, and a brief trickle of hot urine escaped her quivering bladder. As she regained her composure, she scowled as she felt the warm moistness of the absorbed urine on the soft surface of the pull-up. Adding to her apprehension was the few women scattered around the village who were seemingly unperturbed by the assault, with their response being limited to brief glances and quiet mutters of “poor bastard”. She took some solace in the fact that the darkness hid her shame. Eventually, Nova’s trek led her into the forest, ending in a fenced compound primarily of corrugated metal and rust, hidden from air by the vegetation reclaiming the land. Inside a chain-link enclosure rested a small cargo vessel, long retired from its service. The airship’s interior had been gutted to make room for several seats, but the battered craft’s greatest enhancement was in its masking projectors. Hidden in a maze of exposed components on the left lay a device which allowed the ship to modify its appearance at will. It was nearly instrumental in the raids that Nova sustained herself on, and now the airship once again would be heading out to the outer arms of the City. In the pitch-blackness of the ship, Nova stumbled her way around the metal belly to enter the cockpit, only separated from the hold by a thin metal wall with a door permanently jammed into an open position. As she lowered herself into the jumpseat, she reached behind her for a small button haphazardly taped to the wall, which on her press activated a small flickering light next to her instrument panel. In an effort to save precious energy required to feed the cloaking device, the lighting built into the panel had been gutted, and the only thing illuminating the panel now was a small lamp, flickering in its faded glass sphere. “I’ll probably have enough to dump this piece of shit in a year”. She flicked the ignition and pulled the heavy levers sending the engines sputtering to life behind her. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ It would be hours until the ship, plodding at its lethargic pace, would reach the outer rim of the City in which the target was currently located. Although she hated the long and tedious journey, in which the clunker needed to be put back on course after drifting in a random direction every fifteen minutes, Nova knew that her destination represented a rare opportunity to get one of the largest bounties in her life. The aristocrats was easy to manipulate; if one was to take hold of information compromising their image all of them would unhesitatingly distribute incredible bribes for silence. It was a system was nearly begging for someone to take advantage of. After years of experience, her raids and attacks were easy to her. With knowledge of the City’s arsenal, it was child's play to bypass the often inept security of high-ranking officials, and then it was a case of engaging in combat and recording the inevitable accident. And then the recording could be sold back to her target for extraordinary prices. Nova usually chose targets with less important positions which would also afford her less security to bypass . However, this time would be very different. She would be executing her attack on the Major General Challant, who would be in the outer rim district to oversee the training of an expeditionary force. As was the case with many non-critical government officials, she would be doing so with very little security. Besides, she was always more of a tactician than a battle-hardened warrior. This would be even easier than taking on an oligarch. About three hours into the journey slowly but surely the amount of traffic around Nova began to increase, and slowly but surely the mile-high skyscrapers rose out of the planet's curvature. Only now did Nova begin to make the final preparations for her mission - from a metal box on the side of her seat she took a recording device, and a large datapad on a worn and scratched leather wristband. It was a portable casting device, a favorite of connivers everywhere, which allowed the wearer to take the appearance of nearly anybody albeit with a small delay and wrist-scalding heat. Perhaps the most powerful weapon in Nova’s arsenal, even this heavily used unit had cost fifteen jobs' worth of currency on the black market. Mere possession of one such caster was grounds for arrest in the City. With the ship about to descend into the metropolis, Nova turned on the magical generator, giving the freighter the appearance of a small charter vessel. She disguised herself too with her own bracelet, and in an instant her combat armor and fatigues were now the clothes of an Imperial civilian. With everything set, Nova now turned the ship and began its landing sequence, flying what appeared to be a charter vessel directly into the large port of the city. Somewhat clumsily, she coaxed the ungainly beast into the sprawling mass of skyships and maintenance crews, and eventually she touched down next to a unloading cargo vessel. With a few flicks turning off several switches and a pull of a heavy lever, the ship’s magical systems ground to a halt, and a door flipped open allowing Nova to disembark. All around her, the majesty of the City came into Nova's view. Nearly every structure was built out of crystalline glass polished to a shimmer, and nearly all of them seemed to be connected with an intricate web of sky-bridges, many reaching thirty or forty stories high from the immaculate streets of the City. Giant screens and neon signs promoting a variety of goods threw light everywhere, turning the already intricate shadows on the ground into a flurry of decorative architectural features. Overhead a train, silent and incredibly fast, shot through a transparent tube high enough above the ground that passengers may have felt that they were flying. There were people here too, masses of men, women and children walking in the streets with little to no commotion among their ranks. Everyone simply made their way past each other silently without interaction. In a crowd of such proportions, one was nearly impossible to see. With the bracelet carefully concealed under what an onlooker would see as a long sleeve, Nova’s civilian disguise allowed her to easily meld into the crowd for her short walk to the residential blocks. As she walked in the armor invisible to those around her, Nova could feel the pressure mounting on her bladder from the long voyage and she began to scan around her for a public restroom. With a heightened pace, the brunette pushed her way through the throng, her rapid strides taking her past blocks of glass facades eventually reaching a security checkpoint, set up in the presence of the Major General’s visit. Although the checkpoint would be simple enough to breaking through, with only a few light barriers and a distracted guard, it was easy to tell that starting a fight would not be go unnoticed with the hundreds of roaming eyes all around. Ducking into a small alleyway discreetly tucked behind a shop, Nova smirked as she gave her bracelet a few taps and gestures, and with a wisp her clothes immediately transformed into that of a senior guard for the residential block. Her victory was short-lived, however, it was at that moment that Nova sensed a figure shoot into the alley behind her. She had been followed. Nova’s hand shot for a knife, but the figure from behind her seemed to move impossibly fast as it twisted her arm and used the brunt of its body to hurl her against the wall. The cold metal of a gunbarrel pressed against the small of her back and was forcefully twisted against her body armor. It was a maneuver Nova knew would draw out as much pain and fear as possible. “Who sent you?” A cold and hostile voice of a female soldier. Nova’s eyes were wide with shock and terror, and her body gave a few quakes as it collapsed under the soldier’s strong grasp. Despite her training, her very full bladder had let go the moment that she had been forced into the wall. The relatively thin padding of the pull-up swelled with urine, and as she jammed her only free hand into her crotch to desperately stem the torrent of hot piss from the crux of her thighs she could feel a few small rivulets of urine leak down her legs. Her bowels gave way as well, pushing solid mess into the backside of her diaper, and she could feel the small diaper strain to contain her foul release. The assailant laughed haughtily as she observed Nova’s fearful reaction accompanied by the lingering odor of shit in the air. From her pinned position, Nova could feel her fear rapidly turn into anger, and as soon as the soldier’s grip loosened she immediately sprang into action. Breaking free of the soldier’s grasp, she twisted her body around, and in one rapid motion, her now-free arms snatched her two knives from their sheaths. With their blades pointed at the enemy, she lunged forward with ferocity and stabbed down. Much to her disbelief, the sharp blades found nothing. From a crouching position, Nova took the brief moment to size up her discombobulated opponent. The soldier was built similarly to her, with silvery hair tied in a bun, but wore almost no armor and held a simple snub-nosed handgun. She was wearing heavy goggles - was that how she could see through the disguise? On her back there was a rifle, and her waist a bayonet. Now regaining her senses, she was staggering back and bringing her pistol to bear. Nova lunged without hesitation, and although she was fast enough to send the pistol clattering to the floor, she still felt the speed of her maneuver shake loose a brief trickle of urine from her not yet empty bladder into her soaked diaper. Watching the woman recover from the failed strike revealed to Nova that the battle would not last long. Instead of reaching for the bayonet on her waist, the soldier clumsily reached for the rifle on her back. While the soldier fumbled with her heavy weapon, Nova jabbed forward with a knife. Although the woman recoiled quickly, she noticeably whimpered in pain, and her blood stained her jacket. Nova grinned as the crimson droplets dotted the cold stone ground. With renewed vigor, the soldier lunged again, the gash on her back only increasing her tenacity. Nova could read her attacks, and this time as she dove out of the way Nova lashed a kick to her opponent’s arm. In an instant, the rifle clattered uselessly to the ground. Before the knight could reach her dropped bayonet Nova had already delivered a powerful kick to her stomach. Nova could see the terror in her opponent’s eyes as her body keeled over against the wall, and the trickles of urine running past the knight’s dampened shorts quickly turned into streams of piss pouring down her bare legs. The knight’s shorts sagged down as well, accompanied by the distinctive sounds of a bowel accident. Nova turned to her now-helpless assailant, and slammed the hilt of her knife into the the soldier’s head, instantly incapacitating her. No sense in raising the price on her head over killing a goon. With the guard splayed out on the ground, Nova assessed herself and their brief scuffle. It seemed that the sounds of the city had drowned out the fight, and it would also be unlikely for anybody to go into an alley like this. Save for a few scratches near her neck, Nova was unhurt as well; and despite the sodden padding rapidly cooling near her skin and the lump in the back of her pants it seemed like she had just barely spared her fatigues. With a sigh, Nova crouched down to the soldier, and opened the small satchel on her waist. Inside, she found the standard first aid equipment supplied by the City, as well as a few gold coins which Nova pocketed. Reaching deeper into the satchel, the tips of her fingers grasped something vaguely cloth-like, and as she pulled the object out Nova realized that it was a thick diaper, folded into thirds and adorned with childish designs. With the image of the soldier lying in a puddle of her piss despite the thick diaper, Nova laughed haughtily in spite of her own soiled state. From a pocket in her armor, Nova produced a spare diaper, and after scanning the area for any wanderers, she quickly stripped out of her fatigues and soaked pull-up. After a makeshift cleaning of herself with a bandage from the soldier, Nova quickly slipped into the childish garment tossing the used one into a dark corner. With a sigh and a burning on her face, Nova started on her way to the penthouse, stopping only to pick up the rifle for a second and hold it in her hands. It was a beautifully engineered automatic weapon, kitted out with the latest in ranging and targeting devices that the City could afford all packed into a compact and sleek package. It would be a fantastic addition to her collection - but Nova could also feel the substantial weight of the weapon. She had a job to do, and the rifle would only slow her down. Without care or caution, the gun clattered onto the ground. “Fucking bureaucrats”, Nova muttered as she leapt onto a catwalk, breezing past the view of any guards at the checkpoint. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Still bristling from the unexpected encounter, Nova entered the building wearing the disguise of a young professional. As soon as she entered the heavy, gilded doors of the tower, she was immediately greeted with a blast of cold air and the sickly-sweet scent of perfume. Nova shivered imperceptibly as she walked across the marble floor of the atrium as excessive as the building’s exterior - in spite of all the building’s grace and opulence, it did not feel welcoming or comfortable to the fighter. With a smirk, Nova noted that the guards seemed completely oblivious to her; none had even bothered to glance in her direction. Of course, who would suspect the slender businesswoman of causing any harm? The guards on the higher floors, Nova knew, would not be as unobservant. Taking a quick glance to ensure that the guards were preoccupied, she ducked into a short hallway and opened a door marked for employees only. As the door swung shut behind her, Nova watched the sliver of light cast on the floor shrink before the heavy thud indicated that there was no longer any trace of her entry. The stairwell she had now entered was barren and concrete, similar to the architecture in Nova’s home. Expertly, she traversed the nearly pitch-black stairs on instinct alone, until she had reached a large chasm with several large machines humming with a high-pitched whine, as the building blueprints she acquired had depicted. At the back of this large atrium was a set of heavy double doors, marked with brightly colored tape. The cargo elevator. The only place where someone could do to the upper floors undetected. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ "There's an intruder in the hotel. Security has been notified. Stay in your room and lock the doors." The tall, redheaded commander barked the warning into a small commuications device linked directly to the general's quarters. She put the device down with some force, turned around, and stepped into a suit of standard issue armor. With rough and deliberate strength, she hefted a large sniper rifle from a rack stacked with similar instruments, and as she slung the powerful weapon over her shoulders she began to go down the concrete staircase at a moderate jog. Towards the back of the large expanse of the penthouse, in a room with full glass windows covered by blinds, the diplomat bade her aides to hide. She herself was entirely unperturbed by the development, immediately going back to behind her entire oak desk, and waited for her guard to take care of the threat. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Show yourself!" The command came reverberating down the halls followed quickly by the cacophony of moving armor. Nova cursed as she pressed her back hard against the wall. She had not planned to encounter resistance this early. Not all was lost, however. Crouching at the ready she produced from her pocket a fist-sized, crudely fashioned bomb. Although the impure explosives created by the mudsills could do little damage to the unit through detonation, it was enough for a blinding flash and incredibly loud explosion. As the sparks flew burning the string down to the explosive core, Nova threw the makeshift flashbang at the wall directly opposite her, sending the explosive ricocheting towards the direction of the voice. There was a deafening bang and an immediate smell of heavy smoke in the air. Despite her mental preparation for the detonation, Nova still felt a second-long stream of urine meet her diaper. She, however, had no time to waste on cursing her bladder - she had also made out the sound of a clattering, possibly a weapon hitting the floor. In a flash, her SMG was out of its chest holster and in her hands. With her hands on the trigger, she used the wall as a starting block to burst past the corner of the hallway below hopefully before whoever was there could recover from the blast. If her quarry was still reeling, perhaps a quick pistol-whip would suffice, and if not the gun had a silencer. However, as soon as she had done so her underestimation of her opponent had become painfully obvious. She first felt the arm slam into her throat, then the fist that struck her stomach with such force that combined with the momentum of her sprint would send her flying into the cold floor of the penthouse, and the SMG clattering across the floor. Acting on pure instinct, Nova immediately twisted her body around just to see her assailant reach with deadly speed towards a holstered pistol. Her eyes widened in raw fear, and her bladder released in terror, a forceful stream of urine poured into her diaper which rapidly swelled with warm urine. With no time to think and with all her strength, Nova threw her body towards the standing figure; her heart screamed in her ears body as the strike connected staggering the guard. Only as she scrambled to her hands and feet was Nova aware of the growing warmth between her legs; fortunately although she had completely lost control of her bladder for those terrifying seconds it seemed that the diaper had managed to contain her brief lapse in continence. With renewed vigor, Nova sprung to her feet before her opponent could find her service weapon, and with her entire body weight struck the guard in the jaw with her fist. Without needing to reach for the arsenal she carried, she followed the attack with a flurry of punches and kicks channeled with the raw vigor of adrenaline. As the guard keeled over, Nova threw the woman into an exotic wooden table, the back of the commander landing forcefully on an ornamental crystal bowl shattering the intricate glass vestibule. Standing over her defeated adversary, Nova smiled cruelly as she unsheathed the glinting knives in one fluid motion. “N..no… please don’t kill me.” The plead came as a whimper. Tears filled the once proud soldier’s eyes as she tried pitifully to crawl away from a painful demise, her gun lost and her body cut and bleeding by the shards now scattered on the floor. The soldier had forgone any sort of protection, and as she pleaded woefully for mercy she could feel but was powerless to stop her bladder from completely relaxing, emptying a torrent of warm piss which soaked through her panties and fatigues rapidly and formed a rapidly-growing puddle on the floor. Now cowering in fear, she could also feel her bowels relax, forcing their contents into her underwear which did little to contain the mess. With the lingering odor in the air now demonstrating the soldier’s cowardice, Nova scoffed condescendingly as she sheathed her knives on a worn bandolier. She had no time to dwell on unimportant targets. Breaking into a run, Nova bolted down the tall, windowed halls of the penthouse, the sound of her boots striking the hard ground reverberating through the floor and her brown hair flying wildly behind her. The General's door would be at the end of the floor, behind an grand atrium of glass ceiling and marble pillars. No more guards stood in the way of the suite's door. Pay was fifteen, fourteen, thirteen steps away now. A glint of red appeared against the warm rays of the sun struck the very edge of Nova's vision. Danger. The run turned into a dive as she slammed bodily into the marbled tile, followed not a moment later by a deafening explosion as shattered glass rained all around her. Thank fuck their snipers can't aim without laser dots. A combat roll sent crystal shards bit into the unarmored portions of Nova's skin, but it was a small sacrifice to avoid decapitation from afar. Bringing her arms close to her stomach, she felt the shape of a small cylindrical grenade, the latest in the City's arsenal. Her fingers flicked to the two trigger pins, and in one quick and desperate motion she threw out both pins. Although she had squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away, the searing flash sent flashes of purple and blue all across her vision. But Nova noticed only the crack of a gunshot racing across the sea of skyscrapers, coinciding with the tiny flash of white to her left. Nova snapped her head towards its source, the top of a glass tower only about a block away. It was easy to discern the black figure against the white of building. The sniper had chosen a poor roost, a clean and clinical modern rooftop where any obtrusion would stand out instantly instead of blending in with AC units and overhead cables. Returning fire would be futile, but the window of opportunity was all she really needed. Still, Nova unloaded her weapon at her target out of spite if nothing else. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Missed!" The transmission seemed ages ago, yet still pounded in the redhead's soul as she retreated from her position. She had lost her target in the shattering glass, and she had only found her for an instant before her retina, locked into the scope, exploded with a blinding flash of light. Panic had forced her finger on the trigger and urine into her combat slacks. She had scrambled to get up from her prone position with the acrid piss running down her thighs when the unmistakable sound of bullets started to bounce off the roof all around her. The staccato explosion of glass windows was simply too much, and the once proud commander fell on her knees as the puddle of pee below her grew. Terror relaxed her body and a foul mush forced its way into her panties. She had crawled with dampened fatigues clinging to her skin and a load in her pants all the way back to the stairwell, and hardly noticed as she collapsed in a sitting position right on top of her mess. With a quavering voice of defeat and terror, she whimpered into her radio, "Target's still there. You've got a fight. Please be careful". And with tears, "I'm sorry". ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ The flimsy lock on the door gave way to Nova’s imposing figure without any resistance. Walking with slow, purposeful steps, Nova rapidly closed the distance between her and the desk of the General located at the back of the room. Challant was not there. Where was she? "Come out now with your hands up and I won't kill you!". “What do you want?” The words, dripping with contempt instead of terror, took Nova off guard. She stopped in her tracks, halfway to the large desk. “I’m here to kill you.” It wasn’t exactly the truth, but it helped in making you target truly afraid of her life. Nova drew her gun and moved towards the desk. It was at that moment when the room exploded with light and the smell of propellant. The screaming automatic bark of an assault rifle reverberated off the sides of the room. The scream that came out of Nova was fueled by absolute terror as she dove behind the cover of a wall jutting out from the room's sides. Warmth radiated through her crotch as a small stream of piss escaped into her already sodden diaper. As her fear subsided, Nova felt adrenaline course through her entire body. This fight would be nothing like she had planned for. The gunfire stopped for just long enough for Nova to burst out from cover with her automatic weapon in her grip. Her opponent was dressed in the ornamental garb of generals conducting diplomacy, a starched white uniform with a chest full of gleaming medals. In her hands was a short, snub-nosed rifle smoking at the barrel. It didn't faze Nova, in her element now, with surprise and speed on her side against the combat incompetence of military high brass. She hadn't originally planned to kill the general, but the fight was too dangerous to continue. The SMG's silenced found its mark quickly, and Nova's finger squeezed the trigger. Muffled, silenced bullets erupted out of the suppressor without any telltale flash. They were all aimed directly at center mass. But the spray of blood didn't erupt from Challant's unarmored chest. How the fuck could I have missed? Only then did Nova see the shimmering purple sheen that enveloped half of the room. Some sort of energy shield? Force field? She didn't spend much time on the question before Challant responded with her much louder fully automatic fire. Nova hadn't stopped moving since she came out of cover, and she broke into a full sprint towards a connecting hall. Speed and size made her a small target, but just as she reached the door a bullet struck her armored abdomen. The kinetic force of the impact made her stagger, and a searing pain sliced across her hip. Still running and full of adrenaline, Nova didn't notice as her bladder emptied in terror. The padding tucked discreetly between her thighs rapidly expanded as it absorbed the torrent of hot piss, pressing warmly against her crotch even as her pee continued to soak the waiting padding. A hot stream of pee running warmly down her thigh finally alerted Nova to her accident just as she ducked behind a corner, and the flow of urine finally stemmed. It was obvious that the diaper, now tugging against Nova's waist, would not hold another drop of her pee. More pressing matters occupied Nova's attention as she checked her wound. Blood was dripping from her armor, but the bullet had mostly grazed her side. A quick glance of the room around her revealed a kitchen without cover. She couldn't hear the general give chase, probably because she wouldn't have the protection of the force field here. It was obvious at this point that the mission was a failure. As she leaned against a wall, her muscles burning and her chest pounding, Nova saw her opportunity for escape in a door marked by a glowing FIRE EXIT sign. It wouldn't be a silent escape, but she would at least be able to save her life. The SMG was strapped back across her chest, and she quickly tapped into her bracelet to give herself the appearance of a hotel employee. Down the concrete staircase she went. Shit shit shit shit shit. At least I'm still alive. Climbing down to the ground floor obviously wasn't an option, but the disguise would allow her to disembark at any floor and blend in quickly. The cooling urine against her crotch reminded her of a pressing need to clean herself up soon. With a sinking heart, Nova realized that she was wearing her last diaper. Going back to the ship commando with the rough fabric of the fatigues was not her idea of a good end to a mission. As Nova rounded first corner of the stairwell, the butt of a rifle slammed into the side of her head. All 130 pounds of her were sent careening into the hard concrete floor. Before she knew it a shoe slammed into the small of her back, pinning her to the ground, and a gun's barrel pressed painfully into her scalp. A raspy woman's voice screamed for her to "Put your hands on the back of your head!". Tears of exhaustion and of unadulterated terror reached Nova's eyes. Her body quivered and the remainder of her bladder came pouring out into her already drenched diaper, which quickly reached its capacity allowing the acrid yellow liquid to stream down her legs, soaking her panties and darkening her fatigues. The contents of her bowels also came tumbling out in fear, pressed against the back of her ass by the tight fabric of the diaper. The redheaded commander looked in disgust at her prisoner, lying in a puddle of her own piss on the floor and who had, judging by the odor, obviously just shit herself. This was the woman who had escaped her aim earlier? A quick search of her waist revealed no handcuffs to restrain the would-be assassin. In no mood to show Nova any mercy, she reached for her electroshock gun and turned it up to the maximum allowable voltage, and savored in the process taking careful aim at Nova before shooting the arcing electricity into the cowering body. The bounty hunter convulsed on the ground before going entirely limp, allowing for the commander to strip her of the knives, grenades, and gun. She reached for her radio. "This is Thirteen. Target neutralized. Send in the grunts. And she'll need herself a diaper change".
  22. Hi All- I have attached a video that I made of myself several years ago. I've always wanted to 'accidently' wet my bed wearing only a diaper. So one night I set up a video camera hooked up to a VHS recorder (again several years ago) and set it to record for nearly 4 hours. After drinking several glasses of alcohol, I fell asleep. I slept for nearly four hours straight, waking up to a dream come true. Several years have passed, I have finally been able to edit the video and create a timelapse of the footage. (Compressing nearly 4 hours into 4 minutes) The timecode shows the hour, minute, seconds and frames. It's interesting to watch 'it' happen. (I actually wet on several occassions) Hopefully, I can do another edit, and slow down the footage during the times where I am wetting. (You can hear sound in the real-time version - a few heavy breaths of sleep desparation and the pee hitting the plastic sheet underneath - although it takes 4 hours to watch!) I won't be able to do any new videos as I am married now. (I don't think the wife will approve) Anyway, I hope you enjoy. wetbed_timelapse.mp4
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