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  1. View File Resident Evil 2 - Claire's Condition Made with Phlog's mod footage and junk from the rest of the internet. Submitter DuffMan Submitted 01/17/2021 Category Female  
  2. Chapter One The first thing Amber was aware of as she woke up was that her head was a little fuzzy. She groaned as she realised that she had too much to drink last night. The next thing she became aware of was that she was not in her bed, but on her friend Samantha’s sofa, and Sam was stood over her looking very pissed off. “Look at what you’ve done,” said Sam. Amber followed Sam’s gaze down to her crotch, and realised that she was lying in a wet patch. She reached under the skirt she was still wearing from the night before and felt that the tights underneath were wet, and clinging to her. “I…I don’t understand,” said Amber as she began to realise what had happened. “Let me clear things up for you then,” said Sam, “You had too much to drink, embarrassed yourself at the party by laying across some old perv’s lap so he could ‘spank’ you, then you came back here with me, because you were worried that your mum would be annoyed if you came home that drunk. You woke up all the neighbours on the way in, and my little brother and sister. Then you collapsed on my sofa and to top it all off, you’ve gone and pissed yourself all over it.” “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” said Amber. She wasn’t lying. The rest of it was quite bad, but wetting herself was incredibly humiliating. She’d never had an accident, at least not since being old enough to remember. Holly, a girl at school a few years back had, and she had been teased mercilessly for it, and Amber had joined in with the teasing. One particular comment was coming back to haunt her now. Amber had told Holly that if she still wet her knickers like a baby, she should wear nappies. Amber had thought it funny at the time. She didn’t anymore. “You should be embarrassed, and you will be. You’re my friend, and I’ve tried to warn you not to drink so much when we go out. Anything could happen to you. Luckily for you, my parents are away, so I can teach you a little lesson today.” “Teach me a lesson?” asked Amber. She didn’t like where this was heading. “Yes. You won’t like it, but just in case you get any ideas…” Sam showed Amber a picture on her phone. It showed Amber, lying on the sofa in the school uniform costume she had worn to the party last night. Her face was clearly visible. As if the puddle she was lying in wasn’t telling enough, her knees were up and her legs parted, giving a clear view up her skirt. It was very obvious that she had wet herself. “Are you blackmailing me?” asked Amber. “I guess I am,” said Sam. “I don’t want to send this to anybody. If you do as you’re told, you’re going to have a very embarrassing time, but it won’t leave this house. If you refuse to co-operate, then this goes out to all our friends. Your call.” Amber thought about it, but only briefly. That picture could not get out. She had seen what had happened to Holly, had been part of it, when she had wet herself, and they had all been younger then. She didn’t want everybody knowing her dirty secret. “What do you want me to do?” Amber asked.
  3. Heyyy, guys! I just thought I’d share one of my abdl related drawings here. I know the diaper isn’t very poofy or obvious, but hopefully the super cute/embarrassing scenario of leaking while gaming makes up for some of that! 😬
  4. So, I'm sure this has happened before. You're taking a piss, you relax all your muscles, let it flow, and you also end up relaxing a bit too much and also release your sphincter. Well, unlike most of my previous experiences, this will detail a few instances of such from my younger years, cause those are really the only times its happened when I didn't want it to. The first time this had happened was in preschool. I was about five or so at the time. This was, if memory serves, in the first week or two of my stay at the good old YMCA (Hey, that rhymed.). The teacher had decided for the day we've have a Potty Day, which was basically a day to help the younger kids in the class (there were like twenty of us I believe), get used to the toilets there, get them better adjusted to using the toilet when needed (and probably get the rest of used to it (Cause you know how young kids can get with unfamiliar toilets), which would involve more frequent asking of students if that had to go, checking for accidents, and not just in line to use the bathroom, etc. This Potty Day thing wasn't a common occurrence, happening once a month at best. So, knowing this, after being dropped off for the day by my mom, I quickly made my way into the bathroom. Making sure no one was coming in, I went into one of the stalls, and took off my diaper, stashing it behind the toilet seat cover thing. A little while later, I felt the need to pee. As someone had gone into the bathroom just a moment before, I was SOOL (Shit out of luck) on that. And since the only in the outside lobby, I decided to find something or somewhere to pee. Thankfully for me as I walked about, my need to pee wasn't so bad as I was obvious, like holding myself or anything. Alongside that, the teacher and her aides were busy checking the other kids or monitoring. So, with the only bathroom unavaliable, and my need to piss mounting, I eventually found a discarded toy truck, one of those Tonka dump trucks I believe. Not wanting to risk it by tugging my pants down a bit, I simply squatted over the truck, as if I was playing with the toy car that was next to it, and relaxed. My pee spurted out through the front of the black shorts I was wearing, and filtered through my shorts in a stream into the truck's cargo bed, a soft sputtering sound heard as pee hit plastic. As I was doing so, I felt something shift in my guts, and then move out into the back of my shorts. As my pee stream died down, I realized I hadn't done my morning poop yet, and had thus done so in my pants. Knowing that if anyone smelt it, they would tell the teacher and then the teacher would check each of the students, I maneuvered the truck behind me, and tugged my shorts down a bit, tipping my mess into the truck's cargo bed. Fixing my shorts, I went on my way to do some arts and crafts. ------------ This second omo-riffic event occurred in kindergarten, as will the third and last one I can recall at the moment. I had needed to pee, and we were currently doing some coloring activity, one where we had to color a picture of the Virgin Mary (I still have it somewhere if memory serves). Putting my crayon down, I raised my hand. One of the teacher's aides, who would also be an aide for my third grade teacher, Mrs. Pina came over, asking what was up. I told her I had to go to the bathroom, and she smiled, and said I could. Thanking her, I pressed my hand into the front of my pants, and made my way into the bathroom, which was painted a light blue color, even the tiles. In fact, the only thing there I didn't think was blue were the toilets. But anyway, I turned my attention to the urinals. Prior to this, I had never used a urinal before. Sure, I knew what they were, but prior to that, If I had to pee, I either did it in my diaper, the toilet, or some container of some sort, so I wanted to try it out. Tugging down the front of my khaki slacks, and the front portion of my diaper, I began peeing. However, once again, it seems I relaxed too much, and the back of my diaper soon became browned, metaphorically speaking of course. Not really minding at this point in time, I simply finished up, pulled my diaper and pants up, washed my hands, and continued on with my day, ------------ This last one occurred shortly after this. I had, as in a few other tried to go a day diaperless, mostly because this was the last of the ones I had brought with me. It was around recess that I felt the need to pee. As I had stashed away my diaper in my backpack, and thus couldn't think of a plausible way to get back into the classroom, so I was out of luck there. Thankfully, luck seemed on my side, for some of my classmates asked if I wanted to join them in a game of hide and seek, to which I agreed. I was one of the hiders, and hid in the cool, shaded area beneath the playground. It was there that I decided to pee as well. Still crouched down between the smaller slide, as it had more cover than the twisty slide, I tugged the front of my pants down a bit, enough so I could pee, and began doing so. It was then my need to poop made itself known, however this time, I managed to get the back of my pants down enough to avert a total accident, and simply dumped out what had made it into my pants
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    Merry Christmas!!!/Happy Holidays!!!(even though its not Christmas, it's still December so it's close enough😆) There's too much AB-DL.com content to upload to one post, so I'm staring with all the JAV's. (File list includes zip file containing all content for non premium users who are limited to 3 downloads a day (Like myself) ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Update (6/11/2021): Added a new JAV that I found on vk.com a few days ago (File name is "Japanese Diaper Girl 1") Also, finally got around to getting the "video thumbnail maker" software on my computer and adding proper screenshots to this post, which I will do in all future posts (I will also periodically update my older posts screenshots as well).
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  6. Just a short story to help myself stay calm about real life plumbing problems. "So you see sweety, when you feel like you have to potty after the age of six it means Mr. Potty is hungry. You wouldn't want poor Mr. Potty to go hungry would you?" Sandra Millison would have preferred to have come up with this latest idea sooner and been able to give an age under six, but you live, you learn, and you hopefully get your daughter out of Luvs by her eighth birthday. At times it seemed fate conspired against her to get her daughter toilet trained, from sudden cross country business roadtrips, and no way was she trusting a half toilet trained toddler to hold it for those driving periods, she had even diapered herself for the drive back after an unfortunate accident, to illnesses in one or the other of them that made dragging her to the toilet whenever she needed it seem either needlessly cruel or too much effort, to a slew of leaking training pottys that left a mess all over the floor. But now? None of that should crop up. They were both healthy as could be, her work wasn't sending anyone anywhere anytime soon, and this training potty sat on the real one so there would be no leaking. Her daughter even seemed attentive to her latest ploy, having always been an empathic little girl she would not want to cause Mr. Potty any discomfort. Two days later, at close to three in the morning Sandra emerged from the bathroom swearing up a storm and thanking the gods that her daughter was still asleep for hours to come. A quick call to the plumber at around five worsened her mood and she went into the attic where she had stored her suitcase after that road trip. " Mommy, Mommy, I have to feed Mr. Potty!" Her daughter yelled excitedly after breakfast. Sandra just glared in the direction of the bathroom and said, "just use your diaper sweetheart, Mr. Potty ate too much recently and needs to have his stomach pumped." With a bit of effort she started to poop into the diaper hidden under her dress. Two months until they could get out to fix it, on the up side by that time she could probably do with the potty training refresher herself.
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    1280x720 HD DiaperMess Emily videos. I know that there was a recent upload of a small handful of these videos already, but I just wanted to provide the full collection. As such, here are all of the videos with Emily up to January 2015. There are several POV videos as well for you to enjoy. I hope you all enjoy, and if you have any other DM and/or diaper related content requests, please feel free to ask. I do have an entire siterip of DM up to January 2015. Please Note: Any of the videos that contain the number '2' at the end are the same as the regular titled one, just at a different camera angle. I felt it was finally time to contribute to the site in any way that I could. Regards, Leroy.Sniknej
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  8. Hey everyone! So, this is a fascinating series to me. Started as a commission for one of our members, with the third part then commissioned by another, each installment feels very different and offers something unique. I hope you all enjoy and if you wish to commission something for yourself, just drop me a message. 🙂 PART I: THE DESPERATE DIAPERLESS SCHOOLGIRL Allison Clofield seemed by most standards to be a normal, sixteen-year-old girl. She had her clique at high school: A best friend named Emily, a crush named Max who she wished would notice she existed and hated most of her schoolwork; like everyone else. She was black haired and green eyed, with long straight hair that ran down to her shoulders. She had 38C breasts that bulged tightly against a collection of red polka dot bras she owned and usually wore long summer dresses to her school; especially on hot summer days like these. A few boys paid her some attention, however her one claim to fame was breaking the hand of a boy who’d tried to lift her dress up during 9th grade. She’d been sent to the principal’s office, however had gotten away with only a few limited detentions for the next month; leading some to accuse her of being a teacher’s pet. In truth, the principal had understood the severity of her response upon reading her file. Had the boy seen under her dress, it would have caused the girl massive social humiliation for months on end. For Allison Clofield; a sixteen-year-old and otherwise perfectly normal girl, had to come to school every day wearing diapers. It had been the case for her every day since she was ten years old. She had been out horse-riding with her family; a rare treat to a ranch in Arizona, when a skittish horse had reared at a car back-firing, leading to her being thrown from her horse. The fall had damaged her bladder muscles; though thankfully not her bowels, something she was eternally grateful for as that would have been near-impossible to keep secret. It had led to her being humiliated at a sleepover with her best friend Emily several weeks later, when sometime around 3:00AM in the morning, she had humiliatingly wet herself in a sleeping bag; waking up several minutes later in sopping wet pink pyjamas and a large puddle of her own making. Since then, she had worn diapers to schools, sleepovers and any major social gathering that wasn’t her immediate family. While Allison did not enjoy having to wear them, over the months and years since her accident; she had become used to it and a master of both hiding her problems, as well as slowly beginning to regain some control. On rare occasions, she could make it through an entire school day without wetting herself in the purple pampers her family discretely placed on her shelf; in a hidden corner where her friends would not easily see them when coming around. On these days, she usually returned home bursting, squirming and making a mad dash for the bathroom, leaking but ultimately, releasing most in the bathroom. These days she considered blessed, though they were few and far between and hadn’t happened for months. It was the hottest summer on record in Arizona and as such, she; along with everyone else, carried around water bottles constantly. Unlike most, she couldn’t rush off to the toilets as if people heard the crinkling sound of the diapers while she was getting changed; her secret would be quickly exposed. Along with that, boys occasionally kicked open the weakly locked doors to annoy the girls and while hardly enjoyable for anyone, it would be absolutely mortifying for her to be caught half-naked, with her diaper around her ankles, applying talcum powder and cleaning herself. As such, Allison had made her peace with wetting her diaper regularly at school. At first, she would isolate herself; finding a hidden spot behind trees, the edges of her school field or buildings, however this she found just made her more nervous and her friends started asking where she was going. Eventually, she realised the best way to handle it was just to gently release whenever the need got too bad and even; after a while, to just carry on working, playing or talking and lose control as her weakened bladder muscles broke naturally. Despite her fears the first few times it happened; no one was ever the wiser, the ruckus noise of high-school more than drowning out the very quiet sounds of her losing control. Ironically; because she almost never visited the toilets, this had led to her gaining the reputation of having an iron-bladder, something she constantly found amusing. The first time she’d been told that, she had actually been mid-accident and her friends compliments had made her burst out laughing. Nevertheless, it was a useful lie to keep up and one that had served well in keeping her secrets. However, it is almost impossible to keep something hidden forever and today was going to put that to the test. Alisson woke to the sound of crashing wood; making her jerk up instantly. She looked and saw her bedroom shelf had collapsed, spilling books, mementos and her diapers over the floor. Worse still, it had knocked a 2-litre bottle of lemonade from her desk and the liquid was now seeping over and into her diapers; drenching them all. “Oh no, no, no!”. “Fuck!”. Her only remaining ones, she knew there were no further supplies in the house at the moment and the realisation made her blood run cold. She looked to check her alarm clock; hoping she might have enough time to get her mum to drive her to the general store and was sorely disappointed. 8:52. “Fucking hell!”. School started at 9:30 and the drive there was just under half an hour. They’d have no time to stop at the store; especially as she remembered her mum had a meeting at her work nearby at 9:35. FUCK. “Alisson, stop swearin- Oh my god! What happened?!”. Her mum; Sarah Clofield, stood in the doorframe of her room, shocked at the sight of the broken shelf. “My shelf broke and I’ve overslept and my supplies are ruined and I don’t know what to do, I can’t go to school, I can’t!”. Sarah momentarily was at a loss for words. Her daughter was extremely upset and she knew well of her problem. At the same time, she was rushed, tired; from planning a work-meeting half the night, as well as determined for Allison not to avoid school for anything but the most important of reasons. “Get dressed, quickly; you need to go to school”. “But-”. “No buts. I know it will be risky but you’ve held it before on days there, you can do it again. Now come on. Get dressed”. Her mom left the room before Alisson could argue, leaving her frustrated and scared. She quickly ran to use the toilet, trying to empty as much liquid from her bladder as she could. Then; quickly getting changed, she got into a white sun dress and her favourite pair of sandals. Underneath, she wore a pair of cotton white knickers; which pressed gently against the bush of her pubic hair. She squirmed awkwardly looking at herself in the mirror, feeling almost-naked without her protection. “Allison, come on!”. Not having any more time to think, she raced down the stairs. *THREE HOURS LATER* Allison sat nervously in double Math class, small beads of sweat being wiped away from her forehead; as she and her class cooked in the Arizona sun. “So far, so good” she thought. She had no great need to use the toilets yet and her first block of lessons was nearly over. Soon, it would be time for a break; where she would use them, just-in case. She could feel the slightest twinges in her bladder but they wouldn’t be beyond her control yet for a number of hours, she knew this from experience. As Math came to an end, she felt herself let-out a sigh of relief. She had control of her body and her need was easily manageable. She’d been freaking out this morning for nothing. Maybe she could talk to her mum and Doctor about coming to school without protection more often. As she and Emily exited the class, she turned to her friend: “Hey, will you come with me to the bathroom quick?”. “UGH but they’re halfway across the school and the cue’s gonna take ages!”. “What do you mean? There’s one around the hallway”. “Didn’t you hear? School’s tearing up all the plumbing, except in Fredrickson block. All toilets closed today except those”. “Oh”. “Why, you really need to go?”. “Nah, I can hold it I guess, just annoying to walk”. “You’re telling me!”. “OH FUCK” thought Allison. This was bad. This was really, really bad. The only toilets open today were half-a-dozen cubicles on the other side of school, for a high-school with over eight-hundred students. She knew the cues would be massive and if she leaked in them, everyone would know in seconds. She was going to have to hold it the entire day. FUCK. *TWO HOURS LATER* Allison was chewing through her pencil in English class, her legs gently tapping together rhythmically as she squirmed in her seat every few minutes. Her need to use the toilet had gradually increased for the last hour, until it was now a noticeable frustration to her and her work. Normally; at this point, she’d either begin to have an accident within the safety of her diaper or be on the verge of it but that was not an option here. She knew she was beginning to become desperate for relief, however she would not; could not allow herself to have an accident. She remembered the last time she’d wet herself openly, at her friend Emily’s house. She’d drank two-lemonades before falling asleep; something that pre-accident had been no problem to hold, yet her dream that night was horrible: Trapped inside a funfair mirror house they’d been to that day together; absolutely bursting for the toilet. She felt dizzy, sick and like a lead ball was in her stomach as she stumbled through the house; laugher all around her, as she clutched between her legs, pushing her hands deep within her blue frilly knickers to help her hold. She’d been incredibly embarrassed, as she could feel the laughter around her increase; yet nothing compared to the moment where; half a minute-later, though it could have been hours for her sleeping body, where with her knees halfway bent to the ground and her entire body shake, she had felt herself lose control violently. The wetness spread quickly over her red jeans, soaking her shaking fingers, knickers and covering her legs as a growing puddle formed around her. She watched dozens of versions of her simultaneously have the same accident, able to view her shame from every angle as she completely lost control like a four-year old instead, of the mature ten-year-old she knew she was at the time. She didn’t think it could get any worse, as tears began to roll down her face when suddenly; she woke up in a fright, sweating profusely. For a moment, she’d been immensely relieved; thanking whatever God there was it had all been a nightmare. Then, her heart sank as she realised she could still feel the wetness from her dream. Peeling back her sleeping back, she saw her pink heart pyjamas were absolutely sodden and she could feel the puddle her legs were lying in; as well as see the wetness that had stained the carpet and some of her nearby clothes. Moments later, Emily had woken up from her slumber; disturbed by Allison and saw her best friend crying quietly, sitting in a puddle and absolutely humiliated by what she’d done. She hadn’t even been able to speak to her best friend again for several weeks; until her family forced her to, from which point she had been determined to NEVER lose control like that again in-front of anyone. From that day on, she’d been resolute in never humiliating herself again and though she hadn’t been thrilled when her doctor and parents suggested diapers; she preferred anything to that absolute horror of losing control. Sitting there; desperate and vulnerable in class, she cursed her condition silently and the “Bloody fucking stupid horse” that had caused her bladder muscles to be so weak. She continued squirming quietly, her legs pressing together in growing need every few minutes; as Emily leaned over to her. “Hey Allison, are you okay? You’re fidgeting a lot”. “Oh, sorry!” said Allison; blushing bright red. “I-I’m just really bored, want to have lunch soon”. “Me too” said Emily, satisfied with Allison’s answer. “Oh my god she can see me fidgeting” thought Allison. She froze still, unwilling to attract attention to herself again but that made holding twice-as-hard. She could feel the pressure building in her stomach and looked desperately towards the clock. 32 minutes till lunch. She had to at least hold it till then. She wasn’t going to make it all day. Not even close. But if she could make it until break, she could go to one of secret spots in the trees and hopefully, have privacy to relieve herself there. That is, if she could even hold on that long. Every minute that ticked by was increasing her desperation exponentially. She could feel her legs shiver and vibrate but willed herself to sit as still as possible, too ashamed to attract attention. As subtly as she could, she let an arm fall into her lap; as if slumping from boredom, then dug her fingers through the fabric of her summer dress. The relief was amazing and she had to stop herself gasping from pleasure but she knew it was only a temporary measure and that when she had to walk again unaided, it was going to put incredible strain on her bladder. Ten minutes left. The pressure was beginning to return in force, even with her hand there to help her hold. Nine minutes. It was getting worse. Allison watched every second on the clock tick past. Eight minutes. The pressure was getting really bad. By this point, she knew she’d normally be wetting herself into her diaper. God, she wished she had one with her right now. The relief would be amazing and she could stop being scared of humiliating herself. Max was in the class with her and if she had an accident in front of him, she knew she would die of shame. Seven and a half minutes. She could feel her legs began to shake violently. “Oh god no!”. Suddenly, she felt a burst of pee spring out; soaking the front of white cotton panties for just over a second, before she clamped her legs together hard and stopped the flow. Allison’s face turned as red as a tomato and she looked towards everyone to see if they had noticed. Thankfully, her classmates were staring numbly towards their boring English spelling power-point. Never had she been more grateful for spelling, as she let out a quiet sigh of relief. She could feel the wet patch pushing against her trembling pussy, the piss soaking into the bush that surrounded it; which undoubtedly had played its part in saving her from leaking onto her chair. She could feel the pressure having eased slightly, enough for her to hold through till lunchtime but knew her situation was still urgent. Mercifully, the bell rang before her bladder worsened again. Quickly gathering her stuff, she wanted to bolt out the door but instead opted for a brisk walk; her legs tightly together, as the strain on her bladder was still bad. “Hey Allison, you want to grab lunch together? They’ve got milkshakes on sale today!”. Allison really did not need any further reminders of liquid, as she forced herself to turn around and smile. “I’ll catch up, see you in 10!”. She forced herself to quickly jog away before Emily could question her, the pain in her bladder nearly unbearable. Getting around the block, she saw there was nobody by this corner of the building and; pressing her back to the wall, shoved both hands in between her summer dress. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried out softly, holding with all her might as she could feel herself about to lose control completely. “Please no!” she begged, digging her fingers tightly into the fabric and slowly, her need lessened; though just barely. She knew she was seconds away from either relieving herself willingly or her body would do it for her. Stumbling quickly into the trees surrounding the school-playing field, she had to stop every few seconds to cross her legs or dance on the spot; her knees bending rhythmically, as she shook with desperation. God, her bladder felt like it was on fire; she thought. The closest she’d been to an accident like this since the sleepover was standing in a doctor’s office, having been asked to fill her bladder for a scan. She remembered how embarrassed she’d been, having to squirm on the spot in front of her mum and Doctor Lindsey; how she’d nearly lost control when the ointment was placed onto her belly to do the scan. She remembered dashing madly to the waiting room office, feeling like she’d narrowly avoided a major accident. Well, this was worse. Far worse. She could feel the overwhelming pressure on her bladder and knew in moments; her incontinence would overtake the little control she was able to exert. It was just a few more metres. A few more and she’d be covered on three sides by trees and would be able to see or hear anyone coming behind her well before they could spot her. She could see her old spot and moved over to it, as she positioned herself to squat down. But there was a problem. To get her knickers down, she’d have to move her hands from between her legs. It would only take a few seconds. But could she hold that long? She danced desperately on the spot, trying to regain enough strength to remove her hands; just for a few moments. “I haven’t been this close to wetting myself in years”, thought Allison; as she finally felt she had enough control to last a few more seconds. The grip of her fingers loosened. Her hands slipped from between her summer dress. Trembling at first; then shaking violently, she removed her hands and had just gotten her hands around the edge of her panties when she gasped with shock. Her bladder muscles gave out completely and she could feel pee soak through her knickers instantly, expanding the wet spot as the fabric was soaked from between the hair around her clit right up to and around her bum; as tendrils of pee ran down the back of her clamped legs. After three seconds, she was able to stop it and wanted to gasp with relief but had tears in her eyes from shame. She had wet herself. In school. Admittedly, while not a full accident and easily coverable once she dried off the back of her legs; she was so disappointed in herself. She wasn’t a baby. She was meant to be a sixteen-year-old girl. Prom was next year, where she wanted to have a fancy dress and; hopefully, lose her virginity. Ideally to Max. All of her friends would be grinding against the boys at the after-party, letting themselves be touched and pleasured through their elaborate clothing. What was she going to do? Ask Max to pleasure her through her diaper? Or not use on and just piss on his cock halfway through sex? The thought made her feel sick and not for the first time; she hated her condition, feeling a tear roll down her face as she held back a sob. “Calm down Allison” she said to herself internally. “You’ve not lost control yet. Well… not really. You just need to clean up and finish this and look on the Brightside, your bladder’s feeling much better now. You can relieve yourself without risk of another accident”. She was right. The pressure on her stomach was greatly weakened, enough that she felt like she could probably hold on for ages longer if she cared to; though she did not. Sliding down her drenched knickers, she kicked them off and stuffed them into her pocket; she knew there was no use to wearing them now. They’d just make her feel icky and stupid. As she squatted down to get her full relief, she heard a voice call out: “Hello?”. HOLY SHIT. That was Max’s voice. Standing up in a panic, she saw him come through the treeline and spot her a few seconds later. She thanked half the gods she could remember that he hadn’t been there thirty seconds earlier, while cursing every other one that he was here now. The back of her legs still had tendrils of pee on them and while there was; thankfully, no puddle around her, she wished that her crush had chosen any other time but now to speak to her. Max had dark brown eyes, blonde hair and muscles that made Allison gaze at him dreamily through half of her classes. He was an inch over 6ft. and usually wore a white sports top and black ripped jeans, which she thought was super attractive on him. “Why does he have to notice me now?! Now of all times?! WHY!!!” she screamed internally. “Hey Allison, you okay? What are you doing here?”. “Uh, h-hi Max. I’m just, p-picking Sun blankets!” she exclaimed, gesturing needlessly to the flower bank besides them; the first lie she could think of. “Oh cool”. “W-what are you doing here?”. “Oh, was just wondering about, thought I heard something; was bored so I thought I’d check it out. You mind if I join you?”. On any other day, she’d have immediately shouted “YES!” loud enough for half the school to hear but if he saw the back of her legs, he’d realise immediately that she’d had an accident. She knew he would tell the entire school, she’d be humiliated, no-one would be friends with her and she knew she didn’t have enough money to fly to China and retreat to the mountains. Maybe she could become a desert hermit instead. Sighing under her breath with frustration, she said: “Sorry Max, I kind of like picking flowers here by myself”. “Oh… okay. Well, could we hang out some other time? You know, maybe go to the cinema or something?”. “What, like a date?”. “Y-yeah, basically. I mean, if that’s cool with you; if not, I get it”. “No, no; that would be great! I’d love to! Thank you!”. “You’re welcome. How about, next Tuesday, 6:00?”. “I’ll be there!”. For a moment, any need in her bladder was forgotten as she was overjoyed to finally be asked out by her crush. Normally, she’d savour the moment with him; however, she still needed to clean up. “Well, I’ll see you back at next class?”. “Yeah, totally”. “Gre-”. Suddenly, a loud high pitched whirr cut Allison off. It was the fire-alarm, blaring all over the school; summoning all kids immediately to the playground. Allison wanted to scream at the sound. “Oh fucking hell, what dickhead hit it this time?! Well, we’d better go; you know how Mrs. Shaw gets if anyone’s late for fire alarms.”. Mercifully, Max turned his back and started walking forwards long enough for Allison to quickly wipe away the thin lines of pee around her legs, bum and between her legs; before running over to him, moments before he turned back around. “Okay” thought Allison. “I’ve got some relief and there’s only twenty minutes of lunch; then one more class today: German. I can do this. I can hold it. I can make it”. Allison Clofield spent the next few minutes, chatting with Max; during which time she completely forgot about her bladder needs. However, once lessons started; it was a different story. German; despite being the shortest lesson, was in the hottest room with broken-air con and stuffy walls. Everyone was guzzling water and Allison; who’d denied herself any all day, was beginning to suffer a bad headache and had to have some, otherwise she knew she was going to be sick. Though trying to restrain herself, the room’s stuffy nature meant she’d drank more than half her 500ml bottle in under half an hour and fairly soon, she was feeling the renewed pressure on her bladder. As her desk was at the back of the room and neither Emily; nor Max, were in this class with her, she resumed her squirming to hold on, which helped. But not much. By the last few minutes, she had wrapped her legs around each other, was regularly holding herself and the coldness of her seat was doing her no favours. Now panty-less, every squirm was against cold rubber and she knew even the slightest leak would be noticeable. She simply could not let ANYTHING out or everyone would know. As such, her bum shifted uncomfortably against the chair as she regularly crossed and uncrossed her legs; doing her best to remain inconspicuous, though still feeling embarrassed that at sixteen, she was acting more like how most schoolgirls do when they are seven or eight. She considered asking the teacher to let her use the toilets on the other side of school, however Mr. Tollinson was extremely strict and she knew there would be cues even if he did, despite it being lesson time. A fellow classmate; Rachel, she could see was bouncing up and down in her chair with desperation, having been denied the chance to use the bathroom at the start of lesson. Watching her did nothing to help her own situation, so instead she kept her head down and tried to focus on anything else; other than her own or anybody else’s need to use the toilet. By the time she carefully walked out of class, Allison felt as desperate as she had in the last half-hour of English class. Carefully waddling to the bus, she sat herself alone; in an isolated corner, for once grateful Emily didn’t take the bus with her on Thursdays. Every bump in the road, every slow moving line of traffic, every turn the driver took too fast was pure torture on Allison’s desperate bladder, as an entire day’s worth; minus her big leak, worth of pee sloshed about inside her. She bounced and held herself and kept back half-a-dozen leaks that tried to spring from her but she wouldn’t let them. She had to hold it. She could do it. She wouldn’t wet herself. She wouldn’t. She repeated those words in her head, over and over; believing them less and less each time. Finally; just as she felt her bladder could take no more, the bus pulled in to her stop, roughly half a mile’s walk from her house. Slowly getting off the bus; much to the driver’s annoyance, she practically waddled towards her home as she felt a cold-draft fill the air. Her desperation was now as bad as it was around the beginning of lunch and she knew she couldn’t hold it any longer. A gust of wind blew down the street, flapping her dress and going in-between her legs. The cool air rushed against her bushy pussy and caused her to freeze up as a long stream of pee raced from her for two seconds, causing a small puddle3 to appear on the sidewalk, small rivers of pee on the back of her legs and a wet patch on the front of her summer dress; where she’d been holding the fabric against herself. However, unlike the previous leaks; her desperation only increased as she desperately danced on the spot, forcing herself to move forwards. She was so close. She couldn’t lose control now. She couldn’t. She couldn’t. She could. She could. Oh god, she was going to. She was going to have an accident. She was going to wet herself. “I’m going to wet myself!”. Those words played back in her mind a dozen times over as she closed the remaining distance to her house. Her hand was glued in-between her dress for those final few metres and with her other, she desperately pulled out her front-door key, unlocked it as her whole body violently shook and pushed open her front door. Slamming it behind her, she turned around and was startled to see her mum was home, standing in the kitchen doorway; looking towards her. She would later learn work had let her off early, after a successful pitch. The minor surprise would normally mean nothing. Today, it was the straw that broke her bladder’s back. Sarah Clofield watched as her daughter’s entire body trembled violently for a few seconds, rooted to the spot; before a loud hissing sound filled the air. Rivers of urine flowed down her daughter’s legs, as Allison felt her bum, ankles and sandals become drenched in seconds. Her summer dress; the front half pressed uselessly between her legs, got caught in the onslaught of wetness and began to drip with pee as Allison completely lost control. Her mother watched silently as her daughter continued to wet herself in front of her, seeing the tears forming in Allison’s eyes; before running down her cheek. Allison; exhausted and overwhelmed with both shame and self-loathing, felt her knees buckle as she fell into her expanding puddle, her body shaking with same and sobs as she began to cry with frustration. She could feel the bush of her pussy soaking into her puddle; along with most of her summer dress, as her toes curled against the cold liquid and her mother embraced her into a hug; feeling but ignoring her daughter’s pee soaking into her own jeans. “I-i-I’m sorry mum, I-I tried! I c-couldn’t-” sobbed Allison. “It’s okay, it’s okay sweetheart, you did so well; you made it, you made it home, I won’t tell anyone. It’s okay”, said her mother soothingly. Allison finally felt the last of her pee rush out of her, as her mother gently stroked her black hair through her fingers; as she sobbed into her shoulder. She knew this was a lot better than losing control at school, on the street or GOD FORBID in-front of Max but she still felt humiliated. She was twenty-steps from the nearest bathroom and had wanted so badly to make it home, to use her own toilet and for all her suffering to be worth it; for her pride to not be in the puddle around her. Still, her mother’s soothing words slowly calmed her down and eventually, she had relaxed enough to; solemnly, take a shower. By the time she was done, her mother had picked out clean clothes for her, tossed her wet ones into the laundry and cleaned up her puddle. Eventually, sometime after dinner; once Allison had gotten comfortably cleaned up and into a new diaper, she told her mum of Max asking her out and her mood began to lighten. The next day, she returned to school, nervous but happily realised no-one had noticed anything. Her regular diaper was comfortably around her and she felt safe again, though knew she had a challenge up-ahead. For Max was taking her out on a date soon and she would have to make a decision: Did she wear one and risk him finding it if hands wondered? Or, go without and risk results 10x worse? Allison sighed. “Life is hard” she thought grumpily. “And wet”. THE END PART II: THE DESPERATE DIAPERED DATE Allison was nervous. She was about to go on a date with long-time crush Max Fielding, who she had desired all-year. If she was anyone else, she knew she’d be dancing around elated; waiting until she’d sat through a generically acceptable amount of the movie they were going to see, before they could make-out. She’d dreamed of him kissing her, a hand slipping over her breasts; yet dreaded what would happen if he took it further and knew that was a risk. For if he did, Max would learn her greatest secret: That she had to wear diapers to avoid what would otherwise be near-daily, humiliating accidents. She had suffered a horrible one, exactly-one-week ago; barely making it home and avoiding an accident at school, before her bladder strength collapsed in the home stretch and she’d wet herself in front of her mum. Even now, the memory made her cringe; though she was more understanding than anyone else would be about it. She hadn’t worn that summer dress since and thinking of how she’d nearly lost-it in front of Max that day was enough to make her stomach turn with fear. She wanted badly to not wear a diaper on their date but couldn’t risk him finding out her secret, from watching urine run down her legs after she downed too much coke. So, she resolved to not let Max anywhere near her lower-half tonight. What would she do in the future? Right now, she really didn’t want to think that far ahead. Tonight, she would just enjoy Max kissing everywhere else. Unfortunately, even that wasn’t going to be as simple as she hoped. Max, the sweet, romantic; probably horny, pain had told Allison that he intended to dress up for their date and that: “I can’t wait to see how you’ll look!”. After that, Allison knew she’d have to wear something sexy but nothing seemed right… except one thing. Several weeks ago, Emily had dragged her to the shops; insisting she “Spice up” Allison’s wardrobe. It had been a tense day for Allison, making sure Emily didn’t walk into her changing and see her diapers; however, the biggest waste in her mind was having to pacify Emily by spending way too much money on a shiny-red dress, with a low-cut cleavage. She didn’t wear dresses. There was too much risk of her diaper being glimpsed. But tonight, she knew it was what Max wanted. She could get away with it just once… Right? RING!!! Allison jumped nervously, her breasts bouncing inside her loose pink-bra; as she grabbed her phone. “Hi Allison! “Oh hey Max!”. “Hey, just calling to let you know I’m fifteen minutes away. Is that good with you?”. “Yeah, of course; that’s fine. See you then!”. “Can’t wait, bye!”. “Bye!”. “ARGH!!!!!!!” thought Allison; panicking. She was standing; practically naked, with no idea what to do. Finally, after what felt like hours of further deliberation; she unclipped her pink bra, sliding herself into the red dress, while making sure her diaper was securely fastened underneath as high as it could be, while the dress was as far down to her knees as possible. Her cleavage was on full display, pressed tightly together and bulging against the tight fabric of the dress; displaying her ass nicely as well. Looking at herself in the mirror, Allison felt confident. “I can do this” she thought. “I can do this”. Hearing the doorbell ring, she grabbed her bag and raced down the stairs; before opening her front-door. Max was standing there, dressed smartly in freshly-ironed black jeans, white trainers and a smart-casual black button shirt; a brown leather jacket over that. The two eyed each other lustfully, smiling. “Wow you look gorgeous!” said Max, causing Allison to blush. “Aww thanks, you don’t scrub up so bad yourself”. “You ready?”. “Let’s go”. Max smiled and took Allison’s hand in his as they began walking down the street, needing to take a one-mile walk to the nearest train station; from where they would head into the city. They chatted easily and comfortably for several minutes, which greatly relieved Allison; who had been afraid Max would find her boring. Instead, they had an easy chemistry and Allison began day-dreaming about maybe, possibly; letting him get to second base, if the cinema was empty enough… WHOOSH! Suddenly, a strong burst of wind blew into them; causing Max to shiver and Allison to let go of Max’s hand and grab the hem of her dress; which blew upwards slightly. A dozen more gusts hit them over the next couple of minutes, with Allison carefully holding her dress against them; trying not to show how tense she was. “Oh god, if the wind gets any stronger, my dress is going to fly up” she thought nervously. Thankfully, the wind began to die down and after several minutes; had been reduced to a gentle breeze, unable to do more than sway the fabric of her clothes. Feeling confident enough to retake Max’s hand, she caught him lustfully staring at her boobs; which made her smile. Maybe this dress was a good idea after all- WHOOSH!!! A fierce gust of wind raced towards them and at that very moment, Allison stumbled; catching her boot in a pothole, causing her to lose grip of Max’s hand. As she regained her balance, the wind caused her dress to fly up as Max turned to face her; giving him a full-frontal view of her as the dress went above her hips. Allison felt as if the world had slowed down; like being in a slow-motion car crash, as she watched Max’s eyes widen when he saw her blue pampers diaper, unmistakeable for anything else. A second later, Allison pushed her dress down; yet it was too late, confirmed when Max said: “Um, Allison… are you wearing a diaper?”. Allison felt her blood run cold and began to tremble violently, tears coming to her eyes. This was her worst nightmare. “This can’t be happening!” she thought. “This was meant to be the perfect date. Now everything’s ruined. Max will tell everyone! He won’t want to go out with a girl like me, he’ll think I’m some dumb girl who can’t control herself. Everyone at school will think I’m a freak! I am a freak! Why did I have to wear this? I should have just held it. Why can’t I just hold, like a normal person. Why me? ITS NOT FAIR”. Allison tried to speak but the words would not come to her mouth; which felt incredibly dry, as she began to start crying, sobbing into her hands, turning away from Max. “Hey, hey Allison, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, please, don’t cry. I swear, I won’t tell anyone. I promise”. Allison looked up; her makeup running with her tears, a touch hopeful. She knew her date had to be ruined but maybe if she explained, Max would keep his word and not tell people. Maybe he’d say he found her boring on their date. Maybe he’d say she wasn’t pretty enough. For all she cared, he could say that he fingered her on a park bench; so long as he didn’t expose her secret. She took a deep breath, controlling her emotions over a few seconds; before saying: “W-when I was ten, I got kicked by a horse and my bladder got damaged. I can barely hold anything for more than a few hours without leaking or having accidents and I didn’t want people to bully me, so the doctor gave me these to wear; said the might help train my bladder. They haven’t really” said Allison bitterly. “I can hold sometimes but it’s more luck if I do and I’m basically incontinent half-the-time… I’m sorry, I understand if you want to go hom-”. Max interrupted her confession by grabbing her tightly, locking her in a passionate kiss; as she tried to comprehend what was happening. Her lips locked with Max naturally and she could feel his hands reaching under her dress, both his hands massaging her bum; pressing against the material of her diaper. She could also feel a raging-erection; barely suppressed in his jeans, grinding against her front and felt herself melt against it. She didn’t know what was going on or why. Any moment now, she was expecting to wake up; disappointedly, from this dream and start getting prepared for the real date. This couldn’t possibly be happening… A few moments later, Max pulled away from Allison; leaving her dazed and amazed, while he was blushing scarlet red. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that” said Max embarrassedly. Allison just stared, bewildered and lost in a haze of conflicting emotions. “I-I kind of have a kink, I mean, I, you know, I really like it when girls are incontinent and have accidents and stuff and when I saw you in that diaper, I mean, that dress and you and that, I just, I thought you looked so cute and sexy” stuttered Max, afraid Allison was about to freak out. Instead, she stood there; unable to take in what she had heard. He didn’t think she was a freak. Or a baby. Or anything like that. He actually enjoyed her condition, he thought she looked hot in her diaper?! She could hardly believe it. She’d heard of people like that once or twice on support forums for people like her but assumed they were always just creepy old men. Realising that Max didn’t care what she wore under her dress; or did but in a good way, took a massive weight off her chest. Wiping her ruined makeup away, she smiled and wrapped her arms around Max’s neck; letting her diaper grind gently against his still intense erection. “I don’t mind if you don’t” she whispered in a sultry tone, kissing his neck, before letting her fingers just gently run over the bulging tent in his trousers; as she moved away. “Come on” said Allison happily. “Let’s enjoy the rest of our date”. It was not a difficult request. Allison and Max’s chemistry; already good before, was now alight with energy. Strangely, for a couple of hours; neither said anything about her condition. They chatted about movies and music, schoolwork and overbearing parents, they laughed at each other’s jokes and gave each other dreamy looks; holding hands tightly together. That was not to say that it wasn’t thought about by either of them. Max for his part, could barely contain his excitement when he saw that Allison bought a large coke to drink during the film, wondering if before the night was done, he’d have a chance to see the diaper in action. Allison meanwhile was happier than she’d been in years. She finally felt accepted. Her mother never made her feel guilty for her condition but she pitied her daughter, which never made Allison feel totally at-ease with it. It had always been something to be ashamed of, something to hide and resent. Now; to the person she had most wanted it to be, it was just a part of her: Accepted; even relished in by him. It made Allison feel so much more confident. She’d always had a playful side but never would have dared touch him like she had earlier, unless she was confident in knowing his response wouldn’t expose her. Now, she didn’t have to care. During the movie, both waited for little more than a few minutes before the kisses; then full-on snogging started. With less than half a dozen people in the screening; all on lower rows, the two grew bolder quickly. Allison ran her hand over Max’s erection; teasing it to constant twitches, as her fingers ran along the edge of his jeans. In return, his tongue dominated inside her mouth and his hands slide inside her dress; grabbing her boobs in such a lustful way, she had a hard time suppressing her moans. He even ran his hand up her legs and across her diaper a handful of times, kissing her intensely after each time. For so long, her diapers had been a prison for Allison; a wearable symbol of her lack of “maturity” and “growth”. She thought they would condemn her to never be with anyone properly or a life of frustrating secrecy. To have them be a part of her sexiness; especially to Max, made her feel giddy and daring. After the film; which Allison would later laugh at not even remembering what it was, they went to Five Guys Burger, where Allison ordered her second large soda of the day. Normally, she’d already be desperate; perhaps even leaking if doing that, however she was so excited she hardly noticed and her mouth kept getting dry from all the snogging she and Max were having. She sipped greedily on her soda as they played footsie and chatted about random things, then ordered another and some more chips for them to share; which they would bite from each end and use yet another excuse to kiss, meeting in the middle. This went on for more than two-hours, as Allison gradually became aware of her growing need for relief. She put it off at first; unwilling to leave Max’s side for even a single second, however she started to squirm in her seat after a while, much to Max’s pleasure; though he didn’t say anything about it. For his part, he was having one of the best nights of his life: Allison; his crush, a girl he thought was one of the most beautiful girls in the whole school, needed to wear diapers due to her incontinence: She couldn’t be more perfect for him. He’d discovered his own kink years ago. His childhood best friend, Sally, had been ghost-hunting one day in the nearby forests of his home when they were twelve-years-old. They’d both been carrying large water bottles and out running with “Ghost capturing devices”; old fishing nets, having gone well-out-of-sight of Max’s house. Neither had; as kids often don’t, noticed their own growing desperation, when as they had reached a river creek, Sally had clutched her belly in pain and shouted: “Oh god, I need to go so bad”. Sally had been dressed in blue-cropped shorts and black leggings and a striped white-pink top; with green trainers. She had held herself between her legs for several seconds and when she let go; still pee dancing on the spot to try and hold, Max had seen a wet-spot on her clothes that had made him feel dizzy and sweaty for reasons he hadn’t understood at the time. Her pee-dance had been a sight to behold: Twisted legs, shaking, dancing up-and-down, holding her stomach, walking back-and-forth on the spot and at times; freezing still and pushing hard against herself. Nothing had worked for Sally. She had then tried sprinting back through the fields, barely making it halfway through the first one before she froze on the spot. Her whole body had been shaking: “Max, I can’t make it”. Those words still gave Max chills thinking about them, as did picturing how she had then lost control. The pee had spread across her clothes, the wet spot rapidly expanding and running across her black tights; coming out in a hundred-small-streams through the fabric. He had watched with awe as his best friend completely wet herself, pee running into her little green trainers and into the surrounding dirt; as she turned to face Max, blushing with embarrassment. “Max, I’m wetting myself”. The statement was obvious but something about it had tipped Max over the edge and though he hadn’t understood it at the time, he had just had his first orgasm; climaxing into his shorts, then weeing through them himself as his young, tired muscles were unable to handle the strain. The two had just watched as pee ran down the others legs; something else mixed in with Max, as they finished their mutual accidents. Given that it had happened to them both, neither mocked the other and both just continued to play for a while; jumping into the creek to wash their clothes, then waiting for them to dry off in the sun, yet it had been Max’s sexual-awakening and since then, he had longed to see more accidents, yet constantly been frustrated. “Hey Allison, can I ask you something?”. “Yeah, what is it?”, she replied; trying to reduce her squirming and focus on what Max was about to say. “Last week, at school: Did you, have an accident?”. Despite herself, Allison turned bright red at this question. “Uh, yeah; kind of” she whispered, bright-red as an apple. “My diaper supplies all got ruined by this bottle of lemonade and I had to go to school without them. I wanted to use the bathroom but never got a proper chance and I had a couple of leaks. How did you know?”. “Well, when you went into the trees, I thought I saw you holding yourself. I assumed it was wishful thinking, then when I spoke to you, there was a bit of water around your feet but again, I thought I was being hopeful as there didn’t seem to be any on you”. “Yeah, I had just leaked but it had all run down the back of my legs, when I saw you I was petrified; I was so scared that you’d realise what had happened. I didn’t want you finding out”. “Oh yeah? Well, how do you feel now that I know?”. Allison smiled. “It feels good”, she said honestly; before they shared a long, longing kiss, Allison fidgeting for several moments before pulling away. “Speaking of which, I’m pretty busting; I really need to go now. I’ll be right back”. Max for his part wouldn’t have minded if she chose to stay with him and let nature take its course but didn’t want Allison to feel uncomfortable around him. “Sure thing babe. I’ll be here”. However, as Allison rounded the corner; she gasped. The takeaway’s restrooms were flooded, three different employees were cleaning the hallway and all the bathrooms had water coming through the doors. One of them looked up towards Allison, a woman in her mid-40’s: “Sorry love, burst pipe, they’re all out of action I’m afraid”. “Oh, okay; no problem, thanks” said Allison politely. Returning to Max, she squirmed in-front of him. “Hey, can we pay and go; their toilets are broken and I really need the toilet right now”. Max; feeling like some God was smiling down on him today, agreed and quickly paid for their food and drinks. Smiling, they walked down the street, however Allison’s frustration quickly grew. It was now late at night and every store was closed, the ones which weren’t were private off-licenses and when Allison swallowed her nerves and begged one of them to use their staff bathrooms, she was given short shrift. Stumbling through the streets; desperately holding herself, Allison was bursting for the toilet. She knew realistically that she was minutes away from an accident. Normally, if she was being this overt about it, she’d be humiliated; yet with Max, she felt much less ashamed of it. The pain of her swollen bladder forced her to take a seat on a park bench, slamming her legs together; as she and Max sat together in the abandoned park. “God, I’m so fucking desperate” moaned Allison. “Well, be honest. If we go to the station now, do you think you’ll make it home?”. Allison shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll even make it onto the train”, she said; holding herself tightly as a desperate pang shot through her bladder. Max breathed deeply. He wanted badly to say what he had in mind, yet didn’t want to push his luck. He’d never forgive himself if he ruined such a promising thing by going too fast or being too full-on. However, his raging erection was eating away at his inhibitions and he decided it was now-or-never. He was going to say. He was going to say it. He was going- “-Just go then”. Allison looked him in the eyes. “If you can’t hold it, just let go babe. I won’t mind”. Allison bit her lip gently, her body beginning to tremble. “Just let it all out”. Suddenly, a quiet hissing sound filled the air as Allison’s body began to shake with relief; her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Max; going on instinct, lifted her dress to watch the diaper expand out as Allison filled it. Max thought he couldn’t possibly get anymore turned on and then Allison said: “Max, I’m wetting myself”. Max could literally feel the pleasurable chill run over his entire body and his cock became so erect, it was practically standing upright his pants; pushing against his trousers violently. He was so hard it hurt, yet his pleasure wasn’t done. He felt Allison’s hand reach out and grab his cock through the fabric, causing him to moan loudly in shock and pleasure; biting his tongue to stay quiet. Allison held him, very gently rubbing her fingers up and down; as Max watched her accident slowly begin to come to an end, as the hissing sound died away and the two stared at each other hungrily. Max leaned in to Allison’s ear and said: “Take it off, I dare you” he said; his tone dark and brimming with lust. Allison moaned in pleasure and did what he asked, gently unstrapping her diaper from underneath her dress; pulling the sodden material down her legs. Max watched in delight as it slid down to her ankles; where he could see how soaked it was. Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed her and pulled her in-close; snogging her more intensely than before. For her part, Allison did the same; unbuttoning his pants. Emboldened by Allison’s actions, he moved his hand between Allison’s legs and felt her gasp as he slide two fingers along the slit of her hairy, wet pussy. “She’s hairy and soaked and horny, god could this girl get any better?” thought Max. That was about the last coherent thought he had however, as Allison freed his cock from his trousers and dark-blue underwear seconds later; where it sprung up in delight. Her hand gripped it and began stroking him, with it only taking a few-pumps until pre-cum was dripping over hand. Max then began to kiss her neck, as she moaned quietly in pleasure; feeling his magical fingers driving her to new heights of lust, as she began to speed up the pace she was playing with his cock. In return, Max pulled her the dress off her boobs and slid one into his mouth; which combined with sliding a finger inside her soaking wet pussy, made her bite his shoulder to prevent herself screaming with lust. The soft feeling of them in his mouth made Max want to go deeper inside her and Allison’s pussy quivered with delight, lubed up as she was by her own accident; his finger was able to get comfortably inside her by multiple inches and she was convulsing around him. Meanwhile, her hand stroked his cock faster and faster by the second and Max knew he was barely holding on now. Pre-cum was already dripping heavily over her fingers and the situation was just too erotic, too pleasurable; any moment now he was going to lose control. He tried to control his breathing, think calming thoughts; anything to slow his lust down, yet still he felt the tightening in his balls grow ever more intense. Allison for her part was feeling the same, seconds away from what she knew would be the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. She felt so naughty. She was exposed, in-public, her wet diaper around her ankles as her crush fingered her accident-soaked, lust-drenched pussy and she played with their cock. She desperately wanted to last longer or at very least, tip Max over the edge first. “Watching you wet your diaper was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” moaned Max, through heavy breaths. “Maybe next time, I’ll do it, in my school uniform” purred Allison, biting his ear. And just like that, Max was gone; grunting in pleasure as his hips thrusted and he began to lose control. His cum began to fly in all directions, most going over Allison’s hand, some on his legs, some on hers; a little on her tits and a splash or two on her cheeks. Max for his part only increased his fingering while losing it, to the point of intensity that Allison simply couldn’t control herself and felt the knot of her stomach break; sending her thundering into the greatest orgasm she’d ever had. Max’s legs trembled as his hot, white spurts of cum continued to fall over Allison’s hand; with her screaming into his shoulder to prevent half-the-city hearing her. Her teeth bit into his shoulder; which only made his own orgasm that more powerful, while Allison’s hips convulsed and her clit throbbed with delight. She’d never experienced so much pleasure in her life. Her entire body felt like it was on fire; yet so alive. She didn’t know anything could feel this good, her own times masturbating looked pathetic next to this and Max felt the same. All the times he’d pleasured himself to Sally’s accident or random girls he’d seen desperate, uninspired internet videos; even his own morning-wood play over Allison’s profile pictures on Facebook, everything seemed weak and tepid next to this level of erotic thrill. Max’s orgasm finally slowed and came to a halt, leaving Allison gently gripping Max’s spent cock; her hand drenched in cum, while Max’s fingers slowly withdrew from Allison, who was still clutching to Max for dear-life, enjoying the incredible warmth of her afterglow. For a minute or two, they sat there; holding each other. Eventually, Allison sat up; looking at the cum dripping off her hand. “It looks like you really needed that” she said, then naughtily licking a big chunk off her hand; enjoying the sweet taste. Max nearly collapsed at the sight of that, yet held together; moaning in pleasure, before retorting: “You were so wet babe; you must have been so desperate”. “I was so desperate”. “For me or the toilet?”. “Both”. They kissed hard for a few seconds more after that, eventually stopping for air; as Alice realised how much cum was on her dress. Using her fingers to wipe it off; before licking as much as she could, Max slid his now finally receding cock back into his pants. Allison pulled her dress back over her boobs; much to Max’s pouting dismay, which she laughed at. “Sorry babe”, she said playfully; kicking the wet diaper off her ankles, then throwing it into the nearby bin. As she did, she made sure to bend over; flashing her bare bum at him. Max raced up behind and smacked her once on the ass, causing her to yelp with pleasure. “You… naughty boy!” she purred. “You were a bad girl” Max retorted. “You needed to be punished”. “Oh, how was I a bad girl?” said Allison; playing innocent. “You couldn’t hold on, like a big girl. You lost control. You had an accident. You wet yourself”. “Oh, I did” agreed Allison. “I couldn’t hold it, I just lost control. I wet myself”. She then whispered into his ear. “You made me be very bad”. Max swore that if it wasn’t for the fact he had literally cum not more than five-minutes ago, he would pin Allison to the ground and rip off her dress; right there and then. “He’s so turned on” thought Allison, loving this power she had over Max. “Come on you” said Allison, offering her hand out to Max. “You still need to get me home safely, like a gentleman. This date isn’t over yet”. Max laughed, then replied: “Of course my lady”, in a deliberately posh voice. The two walked off from the park together, an arm around each other; delighting in each other’s company. They talked of how fun that had been, how it had made them both feel; as well as how lucky they had been not to get caught. However, that last part was not entirely true. For someone Allison knew very well had seen the last part of their date unfold, watching in delight, shock, disgust and then intrigue from the nearby park bushes; unsure of how they felt of what they’d witnessed. Over the coming weeks, a dozen guilty-sessions where she played with herself in bed; fantasising about the two, until she soaked her pyjamas with lust, would tell her exactly how she felt. Meanwhile, yet more happened that night between Allison and Max. They got to the train-station as normally as one would expect; yet from there, the night took a further interesting turn that led to much more pleasure for the two-horny lovebirds. It would be a night the two would remember for years to come, the kind of story that one can’t even tell their closest friends; for they would gape at you in shock, seeing a new side to you as they never expected to see. It would be a night of further self-discovery and fun, erotic thrills and romance, pleasure and playfulness, wetness and horniness. For now, the two young lovers simply strolled through the night; without a care in the world. Allison, a girl who had started the day ashamed of her own body; now relished in the power and lust it could inspire. Max, a boy who had started the day where his greatest wetting memory was from his pre-puberty years, now had a memory that would be the stuff of lust-fuelled dreams for years to come. Together, they would soon bring each other more delight than they could possibly imagine and in time, their little games of wetness would become far greater than they could possibly imagine. Yet that, is a tale for another day. PART III: THE DESPERATE DIAPERED SCHOOLGIRLS Allison Clofield was bored. She was sitting in class, tapping her pencil rhythmically against the table; waiting for the first lesson to start. The substitute teacher was late and while she’d normally be chatting with friends, everyone she liked to hang out with was elsewhere. Her best friend Emily and boyfriend Max were both away on a week-long school sports trip, during which time, she was stuck at school without the two most important people in her life. It was a hot day and Allison took another gulp from her water bottle, though she knew it would be wise to restrict herself. She still had a full lesson until break and with her condition, didn’t want to risk getting too desperate for the toilet. Having been forced to wear diapers for years, ever since a horse riding accident in Arizona, she now had one underneath her long black schoolgirl skirt: The bulky material hid expertly by years of practice and near-misses. Allison would be mortified if anyone at her school found out. Of course, that wasn’t strictly true. Six months ago, she’d gone on a date with her crush; Max Fielding, which had ended up with her diaper being revealed to him near the start of their night out. To her surprise and eternal gratitude, Max hadn’t just been accepting but adoring of it: When public bathrooms being out of use had forced her to have an accident in-front of him, he’d been so turned on that Allison ended up with her diaper around her ankles; rather than a pair of panties, as her date fingered her to the best orgasm of her life. Allison blushed at the memory, realising that one of her classmates had glanced over to her, as she’d been sucking on her water-bottle a little too eagerly. Looking into her textbook with false enthusiasm, she distracted herself from the wait by trying to remind herself that she’d soon have her best friend and boyfriend back; then all would be well. All three of them had their seventeenth birthdays over the next month and she’d promised Max on their first date to one day to wet herself in her school uniform. It wasn’t the worst idea… ‘Attention class!’. Allison was pulled out of her daydream by Mrs. Jamison, their English substitute teacher. However, what had truly caught their attention, was a new student; standing beside her, looking fairly nervous. ‘Everyone, we have a new student! I’d like you all to welcome Kelly Madison to our class!’. Everyone was staring and it wasn’t hard to see why: Kelly was beautiful. Her bright blue eyes and warm smile; only bolstered with cherry red lipstick, would have been enough to win any guy over instantly. However, she also had long dark hair, flowing down to the middle of her back, that made her look like a young model. She was black tights and a long black school skirt, that; despite making everyone else feel generic, somehow only served to highlight her hourglass figure. ‘Damn, she’s gonna have a boyfriend in days, the guys will be all over her! Hell, some of the girls will be too!’ thought Allison, before blushing at her own thoughts. ‘Allison, would you mind showing Kelly around for the day? Make sure she knows where everything is, make her feel safe and welcome?’ asked Mrs. Jamison. ‘Yeah, sure’. Dozens of eyes watched her as she passed by tables, looking uncomfortable at the leering looks she was getting, before taking a seat next to Allison. ‘Hey, nice to meet you!’ said Kelly shyly. ‘You too. I’m Allison Clofield. If you need help with anything, just let me know’. ‘Thanks’. As they began to work, Allison noticed that Kelly was fidgeting; fairly frequently, every few minutes. She would change her seating position, from rested legs, to one crossed, to tightly clasped and then back to relaxed. Recognising the behaviour from her own issues, Allison smiled sympathetically. Kelly obviously had to pee but was too nervous to ask her directly, as a new student; not wanting to cause a fuss. ‘Hey Kelly, don’t worry’ whispered Allison quietly. ‘There’s only twenty minutes left of the lesson. Soon as we’re done, I’ll show you where the toilets are’. TEN MINUTES EARLIER Kelly stood nervously, waiting outside the classroom door; mentally preparing herself to be introduced to a room full of strangers at her new school. That was mentally daunting enough but Kelly had more reason than most to be uncomfortable. As she stood outside the door, she could feel the weight of a white pampers diaper; hidden underneath her skirt. The headmaster had promised her and her parents that she could wear a specially made long skirt, with weights in the fabric, to help avoid anyone seeing it but the school had mistakenly sent her the wrong one in an order mix-up. For the next week, she was going to have to make do with a regular skirt and even worse than that, right now, she realised that she needed to pee. It had all started when she was twelve-years-old. She had been in the backseat of her family’s car, when a dangerous driver had clipped the side of their car; causing them to smash into the highway barrier. Thankfully, no one had been seriously hurt, though Kelly’s father had been seconds away from smashing in the head of the Porsche driver who nearly got his daughter killed. When the cars had collided, Kelly had already been desperate for the toilet; her family heading home from several hours of fun at an arcade with ridiculously long bathroom cues. She’d been tightly holding herself and the force of the impact caused her stretched, tense muscles; along with the shock, to release instantly. Because of what had happened, no-one; not even Kelly, had noticed for several minutes, until a police sheriff offered to have a female officer bring Kelly a change of shorts, gesturing to the large wet-spot on her pink crop shorts. Unfortunately, it was only the start of Kelly’s accidents. The impact had torn dozens of muscles in her bladder and though she was on a special medication that prevented bleeding and was; slowly, healing her, the doctors had told her that she likely wouldn’t be fully healed until the end of 2024, when she was twenty-one. During this time, they had recommended that she wear diapers, to limit the impact of the damage to her bladder on her daily life. Kelly had initially thrown a huge tantrum and refused. However, a series of bedwetting and public accidents; including one at a large superstore, had made her reluctantly go along with it. Over the years she had gotten used to it, though it still made her anxious and it got worse with each passing month; as guys offered her more attention. She knew she was attractive to a lot of people but was deeply afraid of it, as her looks often brought guys with wandering hands, trying to get their hands under her shirt or worse, her skirts, dresses or; where she could, jeans. They were either refused or; in one extreme case, she bit a guy’s hand, after he tried lifting her skirt on several occasions. She knew that just one glimpse of the diapers she wore would turn her into a social pariah, mocked by everyone at school and, now that her dad had moved their family to a new area for work, she couldn’t afford to have a group of strangers find out about her condition. ‘Miss Madison?’. Kelly turned around to see the teacher approaching, smiling sweetly. ‘Are you ready to go in now?’. ‘I-I think so’. ‘Excellent, there’s no need to be shy dearest, the students are all very friendly here. Well… let’s not keep them waiting’. Kelly reluctantly followed Mrs. Jamison inside, as conversations quickly died away upon seeing the teacher; before all eyes turned to her. Immediately, she felt her heartbeat quicken and her nerves were playing hell on her bladder, though she forced herself to stand still, not wanting anyone’s first impression of her to be squirming in desperation for the toilet in front of class. ‘Allison, would you mind showing Kelly around for the day? Make sure she knows where everything is, make her feel safe and welcome?’ ‘Yeah, sure’. Kelly looked towards the girl who’d been assigned to look after her for the day. She had black hair and green eyes, with breasts that made her feel self-conscious for how small her b-cup ones were in contrast. Sitting down next to Allison, she introduced herself. ‘Hey, nice to meet you!’. ‘You too. I’m Allison Clofield. If you need help with anything, just let me know’. ‘Thanks’. ‘God, why did I say NICE TO MEET YOU, that’s so lame’ thought Kelly despairingly. Trying to focus on her work, Kelly found herself growing increasingly uncomfortable, as her damaged bladder began to rapidly fill. She squirmed in her seat, trying to get comfortable; to find a good resting position, yet it never made her feel better for long. She knew that; if she lost control, her diaper would absorb leaks and even a full accident. However, the risk of the diaper sagging below her skirt or worse, the sound of her peeing being heard, compelled her to hold on until she could find a bathroom. Even so, it was getting more difficult with every passing minute and she felt herself straining from the pressure… ‘Hey Kelly, don’t worry’. ‘There’s only twenty minutes left of the lesson. Soon as we’re done, I’ll show you where the toilets are’. Kelly turned bright red, horrified that Allison had realised her need to go. ‘Why do you say that?’ she said, laughing to sound dismissive. ‘I don’t need to go. If you want to stop there at break, we can’. Allison also blushed, not wanting to look babyish in front of the new girl. ‘N-no, I’m good, I just thought you might need to, as you were kind of fidgeting’. ‘Oh yeah, nah, I get bored easy with English, you know? Not really my favourite subject’. ‘Yeah, I totally get you. Well, let me show you around anyway, get you used to everywhere’. Kelly had to hide her frustration. She would have much preferred to stay in this classroom during break; focussing on not wetting her diaper, though using the toilets would have been ideal. She could practically see herself doing so: Walking; legs tightly together, through the bathroom door, shutting the cubicle door behind her, squirming for several seconds as she made sure she wouldn’t lose control, then pulling her skirt down to her ankles, unstrapping the diaper and finally, sighing with immense relief as the pee flowed into the ceramic basin. Instead, she was going to have to let she didn’t know lead her around an unfamiliar school and now, she had practically laughed in her face over the idea of using a bathroom anytime soon. Kelly sighed quietly. This was going to be a long day. Twenty minutes later, Allison and Kelly exited the classroom together. Since they had a half-hour break, Allison decided that it would be best to show her around the whole school; finishing at the science block, where they would spend their next two lessons. Both chatted in a friendly manner, however; beneath their smiles, both were growing increasingly frustrated. Allison: (Externally) So, we have history up those stairs with Mr. Romson; at the top of E block, with PSE through there. Kelly: (Externally) Alright, awesome! Where’s geography? Allison: (Internally) There’s five bathrooms in this building alone, FFS! Kelly: (Internally) How many toilets can one school have?! This is torture! Allison: (Externally) Geography’s just through there, then we have water fountains and changing rooms just around C block. Cafeteria’s opposite. Kelly: (Externally) That’s good, after P.E. days, we can grab lunch first. Allison: (Internally) Oh my god, those water fountains are not helping me! Kelly: (Internally) Water fountains?! Is this girl trying to make me wet myself?! What did I do to deserve this? As the two girls continued talking; slowly, signs of their growing desperation began to show. Despite both being petrified of seeming babyish to the other, their bladders were not up to this amount of holding; especially with the added nerves of not being caught, with the resolve of both beginning to crack. As both lent against a wall, chatting, Allison’s legs began to gradually shake. A gentle trembling at first, then more noticeable; to the point that Allison started folding and unfolding her legs, under the guise of being uncomfortable in the heat. Kelly meanwhile; feeling her stomach ache badly, had let her hand subtly fall against her stomach, gently rubbing it where she could to alleviate the pressure. Her heel had also been tapping the gravel pathway repeatedly, as her need to pee grew increasingly dangerous. Kelly was very nervous. While she knew that she couldn’t have a full-blown accident while wearing a diaper, the situation was still precarious. She knew full well just what the social cost to her would be if this was exposed. Two years ago, at her previous school, a guy she had a crush on; Tommy, had found out about her diapers when making out with her against the bike-shed. Kelly had been distracted, her bra pulled to the side and her boobs exposed from inside her unbuttoned school blouse. She hadn’t felt his hand slide underneath her skirt until it was too late. She’d explained everything to Tommy: Her car accident as a kid, why she had to wear them; the whole deal. He’d seemed understanding and had promised her that Kelly’s secret was safe with him. The next day, half-a-dozen boys pulled up her skirt in Maths; Tommy among them, snapping pictures and revealing her secret to the whole school. The bullying had been relentless, with Kelly losing almost all her friends in a matter of hours. No one wanted to be associated with the teenage girl who had to wear diapers. When her father said, around a month later, that they had to move because of his job: Kelly had been delighted. A fresh start. She couldn’t risk messing that up on her first day here. Had Allison known of this, she would have been nothing but sympathetic. She well remembered the first major accident she had after her bladder was damaged, at the sleepover with Emily. Her pink-heart pyjamas had been absolutely drenched after a bedwetting so severe, Emily later admitted that it took her parents two days to clean out her bed. Allison and Emily were childhood friends, yet that incident had shaken even them. When Allison had woken up to soaked pyjamas and a wet bed, Allison remembered that Emily had just stared at her friend in disbelief, watching her sob until the crying attracted Emily’s parents. Seeing how judgmental her best friend had been of the situation, Allison had been unable to speak to her until their parents forced them too; at which point Emily had apologised for acting so awkwardly towards Allison. Even so, it took them months for things to get back to normal and; even though Allison pretended not to, it still hurt how her awkward Emily acted whenever they were out and she needed the bathroom. Allison and Kelly sighed, lost in thought; chewing on a few crackers that Allison had shared. The dry food and memories had briefly distracted them but soon, both were startled by the sound of the school bell: Five minutes till the next lesson. Having heard it before, Allison had been more prepared; only looking up in slight annoyance at having her thoughts interrupted, yet Kelly had been caught off-guard. She felt a cold chill run down her spine, as her least favourite sensation suddenly hit her: A leak burst from her body, soaking the thick material of her white pampers diaper. Clamping her legs tightly together, she cut off the stream; as her body froze up in fear. ‘Are you okay?’ asked Allison, noticing Emily’s sudden lack of movement and worried expression. ‘Y-yeah, I’m good. Can’t believe break’s over. We best get to lessons then’ said Kelly, beginning to walk towards their new block; a little too over-eagerly. Allison frowned. ‘That was odd’ she thought but shrugged it, assuming Kelly was just nervous about getting in trouble. Even so, as they walked, Allison began to notice certain things. Emily’s uneven walk, the hand on her stomach, her eyes looking around for something: They were all things that Allison used to do a lot, especially when she was… ‘Hey, new girl!’. Kelly and Allison turned, seeing a lumbering sixteen-year-old approaching them: Jake Brians. A notorious creep, overweight, cocky and bane of the girls at St. Edwards School, his flirtish banter was hostile and uncomfortable; with his hands often wandering too close to areas he really wasn’t wanted. ‘Nice legs babe, love to see what’s underneath that skirt’ said Jake, with all the charisma of a dead rat. ‘Get lost’ said Kelly, however her words had no strength; still too nervous at being the new kid. Unfortunately, Jake took this as an opportunity and began to approach them. “Come on babe, I could be real nice. Give us a flash’. Jake wagged his finer, as if suggesting he was going to lift up her skirt; with Kelly backing away in fear. Allison; angered by Jake’s disrespect, grabbed his wrist and twisted, hard. Jake moaned in agony, causing several students to look over and laugh; as he stumbled back in pain. ‘Fucking bitch’ he screamed at Allison, who Kelly was staring at in awe. ‘Come near another girl this year Jake and I’ll break it. Let’s go Kelly’. The two girls wandered away, Allison wrapping an arm around Kelly’s shoulder as they walked past a moaning Jake; still wallowing in self-pity. ‘You okay?’ asked Allison, looking towards Kelly sympathetically. ‘Okay?! I think I’m in love! That was so cool!’. ‘Thanks’ said Allison, blushing at the compliment from Kelly. ‘You just can’t let them push you around, you know? People like that, they never learn; unless you give em something to remember’. ‘I wish I was more confident to do that. I’d have probably made a fool of myself trying that’. ‘Just twist and squeeze, gets rid of any dickheads’. As Kelly and Allison walked to class, laughing and chatting away, now with ease; as if old friends, fate intervened. Passing round a tight outdoor 30-degree walkway, a strong gust of wind raced through and; catching them both totally off guard, blew up both their skirts high, before either could react. Time seemed to slow down for both girls, as each’s eyes raced down to their own legs in panic; before glancing at each other. Allison’s eyed widened, spotting Kelly’s white pampers diaper, sitting snugly underneath a tight pair of pink panties on top. Kelly meanwhile felt all the blood in her body practically rush to her face, as she realised Allison was starting at her diaper; yet then saw the other girl’s own. Kelly stared in shock, unable to believe that somebody else shared her condition, her struggle, her pain. Allison and Kelly stared towards each other as both hurriedly pushed down their skirts, with thankfully no-one else around to see what had just happened. ‘You…’ Allison tailed off. ‘You…’ Kelly tailed off. Suddenly, the bell rang again: 1 minute till lessons. Kelly and Allison knew they didn’t have time to discuss things, so instead, began running to their next class; with both holding their skirts down as they went. Making it into their classroom just in time, their science teacher; Mr. Kensington, turned towards them. ‘Allison, please take your seat at D7, the test will be starting momentarily. Are you Kelly?’. ‘Y-yes sir’. ‘Kelly, since you haven’t revised these topics yet, I won’t be expecting miracles, just give it your best. Take the seat at C7’. Both girls moved to their seats in silence, shooting each other several glances; both wanting to say so much, yet unable to. Once sat down, a timer was started: 2:00:00, 1:59:59, 1:59:58…Their test had begun. Yet neither girl could focus on it. Both were too shocked at what they had just seen. ‘I can’t believe Kelly wears diapers?’. ‘Allison’s like me?’. ‘Kelly must have been lying earlier when she said she didn’t need the toilet. Oh my god, she’s just nervous and I’ve been making her feel like she couldn’t go. How could I be so thick?!’. ‘Allison must have asked earlier if I needed to go, as she knows how it feels! We could have just gone together: She would be the last person to judge me! How could I be such an idiot?!’ ‘Now, she’s stuck in a test…’. ‘Now she’s stuck in a test…’. ‘Now, I’m stuck in a test…’. ‘Now I’m stuck in a test…’. ‘I need the toilet’. If the situation hadn’t been so public, both girls might have laughed. They had socially pressured each other; two people with the same needs, into a place where wetting themselves now was not an option. The room was silent, with not even the hum of a radiator to cover noise. The sound of the pee racing into their diapers; deliberate or accidental, would be noticed instantly. So, both girls resolved to wait for the next… 1:58:52 ‘Fuck’. As the minutes’ ticket by, Kelly and Allison tried to focus on their tests; distracting their brains with a mixture of scientific questions. Physics, reproduction in primates, the chemical compounds of enriched Uranium… none of it helped to distract them. Kelly could feel her bladder swelling, the dull, aching pain in her stomach growing worse, as her legs began to tremble again. She tried lightly swinging them to alleviate the pressure, yet it hardly helped and soon, she was nervously chewing on her pencil. Allison was faring no better. Her tight black skirt rubbed uncomfortably against her stomach and she was sweating, having to stop every few minutes to wipe her brow clean. Hands trembling slightly, she thought about asking the teacher if she; and Kelly too if she could help her, would be allowed to leave. Unfortunately, she knew test policy was not to allow that and Mr. Kensington had no idea of her condition. Only the headmaster and one P.E. teacher knew; the latter having nearly been fired after an incident where she had almost unwittingly revealed Allison’s diapers to the whole class. Mrs. Jones had been given a medical note, instructing her not to make Allison perform any gymnastics or dance lessons; both posing too high a risk for exposure. However, it had been the start of the year and she had forgotten the note; not believing Allison’s ‘medical exemption’ after years of fake student excuses. Her refusal to take part annoyed Mrs. Jones to the point that she had ordered Allison to clear away all the equipment at lesson’s end, something else she had refused to do; as several climbing frames had raised-storage platforms that could have exposed underneath her shorts when climbing a ladder. Fed up with her disobedience, Mrs. Jones had marched Allison to the headmaster’s office, only to be thoroughly chewed up and spit out for her stupidity. Allison had; reluctantly, allowed the teacher to be informed of her condition and since then, Mrs. Jones had been avoiding Allison profusely, humiliated and ashamed of themselves. Neither her, nor the headmaster were running this test however and Allison could feel the desperation growing. Squirming in her seat, trying to find a comfortable spot, she could feel the diaper rubbing against her bum; pressed tight against her by Allison’s fidgeting body. She smiled a little at that. It reminded her of how Max liked to grab her bum when she was wearing her diaper at home. This fond thought distracted her for a while, until a sharp pang of pain ripped through her bladder; causing Allison to have to bite her lip to prevent a moan. Looking up with dread, she saw the timer on the board and her heart sank. 1:24:31 ‘God I have to pee’. Both girls tried to focus on their test, however their growing desperation was completely throwing off any attempts to do so. Kelly’s legs were now shaking badly, though she tried to sit as still as possible, too ashamed to attract attention. That possibility had long since disappeared however, as she squirmed repeatedly; her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. ‘Please, I don’t want to wet myself. Please, please, please”. Kelly repeated this over and over again in her mind, yet the burning pain remained. Suddenly, she felt a spurt burst free from her; soaking into the fabric of her diaper for a full second before she could stop it. The leak made Kelly freeze completely still, while Allison looked up; her blood running cold, fearing Kelly was about to completely break. Several people looked up from their tests, though none looked towards Kelly, as they looked for the source of the sound. ‘Ignore that, it’s just the plumbing. Back to your tests’ said Mr Kensington ignorantly. While Mr. Kensington spoke, Allison used the opportunity to let a small amount leak out from herself. Hot pee flooded her diaper for a merciful two seconds, before she had to clamp her legs tightly shut. She could feel the wet patch in her diaper pushing against her trembling pussy, the piss soaking into her hairy pussy. When she was younger, that sensation of wetting in normal classes used to terrify her. Knowing that she was peeing herself like a little girl, mere ft. away from friends and classmates; it had left her on the verge of panic attacks for a long time. However, in most circumstances apart from these, she had grown used to it. In some, she’d even been able to find enjoyment. Often; when her boyfriend Max walked her home, she’d be desperate to use the toilet, if she hadn’t already used her diaper. If she had, Max would find somewhere private to change her on the way; occasionally taking certain liberties. Allison still blushed at the sight of half-a-dozen public changing rooms where Max’s fingers had found their way between her wet thighs. If she hadn’t and didn’t on the way back to one of their houses, they’d sit and watch a movie or make-out on her bed, Allison squirming on his lap or grinding desperately over his crotch; until she lost control. Whether or not she took off the diaper was dependant on time and if they were alone. If parents were in the house, it stayed on and she would simply let him touch it after; before getting changed in his bedroom’s en-suite. But if they were alone, then things often got much more wild. Sometimes, she’d change into a thin pair of underwear: Blue nylon, red thongs, white cotton, before dancing in front of him from desperation. He’d slide his large, throbbing cock out of his pants and Allison would feel herself get more and more turned on, encouraging him with dirty talk. She’d tell him how desperate she felt, how close she was to having an accident, his favourite expression being to hear her say: ‘I’m going to wet myself’. He’d cum more than once from that alone in the early days of their relationship and even after a while, watching Allison’s shivering, desperate body finally lose control, watching pee burst through her clenched fingers, soaking her panties and rolling down her legs in huge streams of wetness: It was often more than he could take. Allison would feel his cum cover her, streaking hot white strands over her legs, panties, face, shirt; boobs if she was shirtless, as well as all over the room. She loved the feeling of being covered in his cum, though knew that he went crazy if she swallowed and so, had let him cum down her throat many times, sliding his long manhood into her hot wet mouth, allowing him to burst and release inside her. If Allison couldn’t swallow it all, she’d have him finish the rest onto her tits; then lick it off afterwards. Max did not lack in generosity as a boyfriend. After she’d pleasured him, he always made sure to do the same for her and had driven her to more body-shattering orgasms than she could count. She woke up most days smiling when she thought of him, thrilled she had a boyfriend who had turned her frustrating condition into something so enjoyable. Even so, the thought of being exposed for not only wearing but wetting a diaper, at school; in a test, did not appeal to her in the slightest. She also was determined that it wouldn’t happen to Kelly: She’d been tasked with looking after her and she obviously shared her problems for a similar reason. Allison would not let humiliation befall either of them. She looked at the classroom board and gritted her teeth. 51:39 ‘I can make it’ said Allison, repeating it in her mind; over and over. ‘I can make it’. Kelly was telling herself similar mantras of determination and though both their desperation grew steadily worse, they continued to hold out; stubbornly, forcing themselves through, minute-by-minute, seconds at a time, just trying to hold out until lunch. 58, 50, 45, 35, 30, 20, 10… Those last few minutes proved to be the greatest agony; for both girls. Having given up even attempting to do their tests more than half-an-hour ago, Kelly and Allison were planning how quickly they could get to the nearest bathrooms, where they were; how much they could hold themselves without attracting too much attention. ‘I can do this’ thought Allison. ‘I can do this’ thought Kelly. Even so, their bodies looked far less sure. Kelly’s long legs were now practically bound together; wrapped like a spider’s web, shivering with a burning desperation and desire to pee. She had one hand tightly between her thighs, gripping her skirt and panties, pulling them against her clit intensely; trying to relax any of the agonising tension she felt. Allison meanwhile was fidgeting wildly, her bum wriggling repeatedly on her seat, as she practically chewed through her pencil in nervousness; leaving a dozen bite marks on it. Her large breasts were shaking, as were her hands and arms, her entire body fighting against itself. It felt like there was a burning red hot ball of lead in her bladder, scorching every muscle; desperate to force itself out. Both girls shivered with desperation, terrified that they wouldn’t be able to make the final few minutes. At any moment, they feared that awful sound of hissing, pee flooding into their thick wet, white pampers diapers, their classmates’ heads turning, everyone looking to see a student peeing, seeing nothing; their confusion for a brief moment, before the realisation came. Allison and Kelly could hear the laughter, the shock, the insults, all of it, as they fought desperately to hold on just a little bit longer… DING! Both girls were interrupted from their desperate trance, each of them spurting again briefly into their diapers, as a beeping sound filled the room; drowning out their leaks. ‘Alright, time’s up. The test is over, no more answers permitted. Place your pencils down and exit the class in an orderly fashion’. Mr Kensington’s words were spoken with boring, apathetic precision; having repeated them countless times before. To Allison and Kelly however, they could not have sounded sweeter and both turned to look at each other. Their eyes met and they nodded at each other. As people moved to the exit, Kelly and Allison rushed together; among the first to leave, before speed-walking close together, practically shoulder-to-shoulder, practically looking like old friends with how close together they were standing. ‘Allison, where are the toilets?’ asked Kelly desperately, any pretence of hiding her desperation; gone. ‘Two blocks from here, follow me’ said Allison. ‘Fuck, it hurts so much’ moaned Kelly quietly, tears in her eyes. ‘I don’t know if I can make it’. ‘We can do this, I promise’ said Allison reassuringly, though she couldn’t promise anything for herself either. The two tried to continue walking quickly to the block but it was hopeless. Their desperation had grown too great and they were reduced to awkwardly shuffling forward, a few steps at a time, before having to stop, leaning against a fence, wall or post, crossing their legs, hands buried in their skirts; only avoiding doing full pee-pee dances for the risk of nearby students spotting them. ‘Fuck’ moaned Kelly desperately, as another stream burst into her diaper. ‘I can’t do this’. ‘Come on, we’re nearly there’. Through sheer willpower alone, the two girls made it to H block; where the nearest bathrooms were. To make the final steps, they had to pass through a hallway; filled with two dozen milling students, where they couldn’t show any signs of visible desperation, lest they attract attention. Kelly; looking despondent at this, was only calmed when Allison interlocked their hands together and the two girls began walking through the hallway, gripping each other for support. With each step, the pain of being unable to hold their stomachs or between the legs, caused both of them untold agony. The pain was nearly unbearable and they were turning each other’s hands white, gripping them to the point of painfulness, yet it was ironically, the only relief they had. Just twenty more steps. Fifteen. Ten… ‘I’m so close’. ‘I’m so close’. ‘We’ve made i-NO!!!’. That last thought was simultaneous and equally as devastating for both girls. ‘THIS BATHROOM IS OUT OF ORDER’. Allison stared at the sign in shock and rage, freezing still, while tears rolled down Kelly’s face; her whole body vibrating with desperation. Her source of relief snatched away at the last minute, she couldn’t bear to hold on any longer. ‘Allison… I can’t hold on. I’m… wetting myself’. The words were practically a whisper; unheard by anyone else, yet Allison acted fast. Doing the only thing she could think of, she pulled Kelly and herself into a classroom; just as she felt the knot of tension in her own stomach break. As the door shut behind them, Allison turned around fearfully, knowing that if anyone was in her; they were about to be exposed to dozens of students. Fearfully lifting her eyes, Allison felt herself gasp with relief as she looked in front of her: Empty. One second later, Allison Clofield and Kelly Madison began to wet themselves. A loud hissing sound filled the room, both girls shaking with desperate relief, as hot pee flooded from their bodies. Hours of water bottles, sweat and stress poured out in-between their legs, soaking the thick material of the pampers instantly, causing each of their diapers to expand. Kelly began to cry, overwhelmed by emotion; unused to wetting herself in front of people, though she’d have been 1000x more horrified if it was anyone but Allison. Even so, sobs of emotion wracked her body, convulsions causing wave after wave of shivering to pass through. Both of their diapers were beginning to sag, the golden floods showing little sign of stopping. Kelly’s trimmed, hairless pussy caused the streams to burst through more intensely, though only the bottom half of her pussy was now soaking, while Allison’s hairier one left her feeling drenched at every part of her body below her thighs and above the knees. She could feel the pulsating feeling against her clit, the relief sending pleasurable tingles throughout her body, as her nipples hardened from relief alone. ‘God I’m getting as bad as Max’ thought Allison, feeling the wetness spread through her diaper. ‘He’d be so horny right now. Two girls wetting themselves into diapers. He’d have us both naked in seconds’. The thought of Kelly naked and; strangely, being fucked against the wall by her boyfriend sent a bolt of pleasure through Allison’s body, nearly making her cum on the spot, causing her to blush with embarrassment. Kelly meanwhile, was lost to thought at all, simply savouring; yet despairing, at the relief she was now feeling. It made her feel weak and childish to be having such a public accident, even if only one other was watching. She’d worked so hard over the years to avoid this kind of problem, yet here she was; first day at a new school, already suffering her most public accident in years. It was humiliating and she continued to cry, falling onto her knees, as her diaper began to heavily sag. Allison moaned in relief as she began to slowly feel her wetting come to a stop, her diaper having expanded massively and now wet to the touch. A few streams were still coming through, here and there, but her legs were now beginning to stop shaking and she could feel the fog of desperation and relief in her mind begin to clear. Finally, able to think properly again, she saw Kelly crying in front of her and approached, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder; as the girl finished her accident. Kelly’s diaper had taken a rougher beating. Her accident was still going strong and; unable to contain any further flooding, was now spilling her pee onto the floor. Allison saw a small puddle expand around Kelly’s legs, soaking her tights and legs, as Allison thought fast and quickly pulled Kelly’s skirt up higher; preventing it from being splashed by pee. A few moments later, the new girl’s wetting finally slowed and then, seconds after, halted entirely, leaving Kelly; a sobbing wreck, sitting in a puddle of her own urine, having wet her diaper, soaked herself and leaving a wet mess on the floor. ‘It’s okay’ said Allison soothingly, rubbing her shoulders. ‘I won’t tell anyone. I lost control too, you don’t have to be scared’. ‘I’m such a fucking baby’ said Kelly, still too frustrated to focus on anything except her embarrassing loss of control. ‘No you’re not, you held on for hours and no one else saw’. ‘I’m covered in pee!’ she protested. ‘Everyone’s going to see’. ‘Stand up’ said Allison gently. Kelly did not move, still wallowing in self-pity. ‘Kelly, stand up. I can help’ said Allison soothingly, though more firmly. This time, Kelly seemed to hear her and did as she was asked. Allison stared at her for a moment. Kelly’s eyes were puffy red, her shoulders sagged and body hunched with exhaustion. Pee was dripping off her legs and tights, yet her skirt and even her shoes were mostly fine, which Allison knew would be the key. Moving Kelly out of the puddle, she took off the girl’s shoes and; with her permission, removed her soaking tights, stuffing them into a corner of her own backpack. Then, she removed a packet of tissues and quickly wiped down Kelly’s legs, clearing them of pee and dripping streaks on her shoes and socks. After a handful of minutes, Kelly didn’t even look like she’d had an accident at all; much to her shock. ‘You’re so much better at this recovery stuff than I am’ snivelled Kelly. ‘I’m used to it, me and my boyfriend know how to clean ourselves up quickly’. ‘Your boyfriend? He wears diapers too?’. Allison blushed, realising that she had revealed her and Max’s activities. She considered lying but; considering how much Kelly had already seen and done, figured that was unnecessary. ‘No, he, um… he likes it’. ‘Likes what?’. ‘He likes that I wear them. Diapers, I mean. He likes that I get desperate. He even likes when I wet myself’. Allison cringed, preparing for Kelly to call her a freak but the word’s never came. Instead, Kelly stared in awe. ‘God, I wish I had a boyfriend like that’ admitted Kelly. ‘My ex Tommy revealed I wore diapers to everyone at my old school. It’s part of why we moved’. ‘Kelly, I’m so sorry’ said Allison, appalled. ‘He’s a piece of shit but I promise, there’s guys out there who aren’t such assholes’. ‘I hope so’ smiled Kelly at the thought. ‘What are we going to do about these?’. ‘We’d best get changed somewhere else’ said Allison. ‘Someone could still come in here at any moment, its best if we find some working toilets somewhere else’. Kelly nodded. ‘What about the puddle?’. Allison thought for a moment, then looked through the classroom’s rubbish bin. Finding a half empty water bottle, she poured the rest onto the puddle; then left the bottle next to the puddle, the lid dropped next to it. ‘Allison, you’re a genius’ beamed Kelly, smiling passionately for the first time in hours. Allison blushed modestly, as the two girls began walking towards the disabled bathrooms; halfway across the school, where they could freshen up in a more secluded area. They mostly walked in silence, happy to have each other’s company, feeling mutually safe with someone they could trust. However, towards the end, Kelly asked something that took Allison’s breath away. ‘Hey Allison?’. ‘Yeah Kelly?’. ‘I… I kind of need a favour’. ‘Well… I’m not used to changing myself when this… wet and I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it properly’. ‘Oh’. ‘Yeah… would you mind… changing me?’. The words sent a chill down Allison’s spine and practically hardened her nipples in seconds. The thought of sliding Kelly’s sodden, pee-soaked diaper, carefully down her legs; where moving it too quickly could re-soak her, was unbelievably erotic to Allison. She didn’t know what Kelly’s pussy looked like but she wanted to see it: Wet, dripping with pee, more than anything right now. Her face turned bright red from her own dirty-mindedness. What would Max think if he could see her right now? ‘He’d love this’ thought Allison. ‘I’m sorry, that was totally weird, I shouldn’t have asked, I-’. ‘No, please, Kelly, don’t apologise’ said Allison sweetly. Kelly looked towards her, as Allison smiled. ‘I’d be happy to change you’. THE END
  9. Hello! I am moving this topic out of omtushu into omorashi general, because although she wears one through most of this story, Faun is not quite a diaper character in my mind, and some wetting occurs even in this story outside of diapers. Since I am trans-posting, I will aslo make a few edits while I'm at it (spelling mistakes, grammatial errors, etc). +++ ORIGINAL POST +++ This is a shorter fiction with an anthro (with animal head but human-shaped hands and clothes) of similar bladder characteristics to Alice In Wettingland by SomeGirl, hope you all enjoy! (don't forget to upvote if you do) Faun was a cream lynx with red ears (and other patches), happily working from home as a website technician. She was fairly curvy, rather buxom some would say, and had a quiet disposition. In fact, the only thing that seemed negative on her dating resume was that she was constantly in want of a pee. This was not just because of a small bladder, or even because of weak bladder control. It wasn’t because of anything like that. Her bladder just plain defied the laws of terrestrial physics. It absolutely refused to stay empty, even for a minute. Whenever she went pee, she always needed to go again a moment later, and she always had a decent amount in there for letting go (though if she held onto it for awhile she would indeed get slowly fuller, eventually wetting herself). Sometimes, she would even pee in impossibly huge amounts, often faster and harder than she could do anything about it. This odd condition had been part of her life as long as she could remember, finally becoming relevant when she flooded a porta-jane and then didn't stop peeing for a few minutes (which eventually won her positive fame throughout her girl scout league). She suspected that it something to do with her parenthood, but since she was an orphan, that was not an explorable option. One day, Faun happened to be out shopping for party items, thankfully with a short list (“Don't want a repeat of what happened last time, do we?” she had said to her bladder). Despite the apparent lack of danger, she was wearing a super-strength diaper just in case, and had drunk very little (that sometimes helped). At the moment, she was in the cookie isle. “Hmm, Oreos or Vanilla Wafers?” she debated, “Well, I know Hamilton really likes vanilla, but Cloey...” “Hey!” her bladder unexpectedly interrupted, “I need to go to the ladie's room, and you'd better head there soon considering.” “Oh, you ALWAYS have to go to the ladie's room,” Faun contradicted. But she was getting a little fidgety, and she seemed to be filling up rather fast. “A-And besides, I'm wearing a diaper,” she added. She was already crossing her legs rather tightly, and hunching a little. She really needed to pee. *Bing!* Her phone went off. She checked it, and it was a driving plans reminder. “Traffic conditions seem to be slowing down. Depart within 5 minutes to arrive at Home by 5:15.” Oh boy, she had better head for the checkout now. She had given herself 20 minutes to prepare party ingredients, 10 minutes to change her diaper and probably immediately wet and change it again, then an extra 15 minutes margin in case something went wrong. “Ohh, time to head home,” she said, “I think I can hold it.” It wasn't that bad, and the filling was slowing down. She could make it. Tiny-tapdancing the whole way, she walked back to the front of the store, and... Twelve people in line at the checkout?! She looked to the left and right. It was the only one open. “Wha..? How..? What is...?” “They had a breakout of bovid,” the man in front of her said, turning around, “She's the only checkout lady who has breasts big enough to be unaffected by it.” Faun looked around the line at the checkout lady. She was a white rabbit with short brown hair, and did indeed have a quite plentiful bosom, even larger than Faun's. Oh, well, at least... There was bottled water next to the checkout counter. She couldn't help thinking about it. She began to piss. At first, she was terrified, because after looking at the rabbit's jean shorts (of which she had a pair or two), she thought she was wetting her skirt. Then she remembered -oh, thank goodness – she was wearing a diaper, and feeling the warm pee swirl about her crotch just made her want to piss some more, and... She just let it out. All of it. It was liberating. She moaned with relief. “Is... something wrong?” The man in front of her turned around again. “No, it's nothing,” she panted, still peeing, “I just...” He noticed the whizzing sound, and looked down. “I'm wearing a diaper, and I really needed a pee,” she explained. He gave a stoic nod and turned away again. They were now down to 9 people. By the time it was her turn at the checkout, she was already squirming again, almost to her bewilderment. She had awlays gotten desperate fast, but not that fast. It was usually at least half an hour between needing to pee again and emergency status, but this had only been about 7 minutes. In addition, something about her bladder was feeling different. Almost baby-ish, in a sense. She needed to... *Pissss.* What?!? She lost control right there at the checkout, and it didn't even feel like enough to make her wet herself under normal conditions. She was incontinent. “Alright,” the checkout lady said, “There you go, and have a great d... Is something wrong?” She had seen the expression on Faun's face. “Uh, no. Sorry,” she recovered, “Everything's fine. I just... realized something personal.” “Oh. Okay,” the lady smiled again, and laughed. “Bye!” Faun said, then ran for the door, already beginning to feel uncomfortable again. Something about wetting herself in public, about the diaper, about not really caring and maybe even half-liking the situation, something about it all had let something free down south that should have been kept well secured. Thankfully, it did not seem permanent. “But until I take off the diaper,” she thought to herself, “I think I'll have this baby-bladder condition the rest of the way home. I really hope the diaper holds...” By the time she got in the car, Faun was desperate again, though still resistant to a third wetting. She started the car, and... *Chink!* ...backed right into the shopping cart she had forgotten to put away. Torturously, she returned her car to the parking space, almost crying as she did so. When she got up, she made the mistake of stretching her left leg out the door before her right leg left the seat, thus pinching her bladder into submission. Another full load of warm, sweet piss flowed into the diaper. “No!” she almost yelled, and clenched to stop the stream. Amazingly, she succeeded, and gave a groan of frustration. But the success did not last for long. As she waddled to put the shopping cart back, the force of stopped pee pushed out a spurt, then another, then another in arbitrary sizes, until finally she just gave up and let whiz inside her diaper. “This has got to stop,” she said, before she began enjoying the warm pool of liquid now forming above the absorbent padding at the bottom of the diaper. She sighed with pleasure, and instantly her bladder refilled almost to the maximum, pissing hard. “No, no, no!” She stopped the flow again, more focused this time, and hobbled with clenched teeth back to the car. By the time she had reached her apartment, though, Faun was near the end of her strength. Her teeth were still clenched, but her eyes now had a pleading look in them. She had peed herself another 3 times on the way home (she seemed to have better control while driving): Once at a traffic light when she had tried to relax to pass the time (and her urethra presumptuously relaxed quite a bit more than the rest of her did), once when at a second traffic light, she had been trying to distract herself with examining the party list and a car honking from behind had startled her (a short but strong wee, that one), and finally to top it all off someone had thrown a huge bucket of water out in the storm drain right as she arrived on her home street. It looked like they were just finishing an outside activity and were meaning no harm, but watching all that sloshy water pour out on the pavement, flowing down the drain, she couldn't help it. She started peeing without even knowing it, and had well wet herself by the time she did realize it. Forcefully regained control as she pulled into her house's driveway, she was very confused for a moment, because there was another car parked in front of her garage. Then she remembered: Oh yes, she had called Lola and asked her to decorate (a golden retriever who was good at that). That was Lola's car. Barely stopping the engine, Faun clambered out of her own car, not even thinking about the groceries until she was halfway to the porch, and by then she didn't care. She ran up to the door, and had already reached for her keys, but thankfully checked the doorknob first and discovered that it was already unlocked! Quite hopeful now, she went inside, quickly but somewhat crookedly made her way to her bathroom, and... *ka-bonk!* The door was locked. From inside, she could hear Lola saying something inquisitive, but she didn't care to listen. She just banged on the door and screamed, “Lola-let-me-in-I-really-need-to-pee!!!” “I'll be right out!” her friend said, obviously understanding the urgency of the matter, but unable to help. “I'm sorry, I'm half naked!” Faun drew back from the door, her eyes wide. That little bit of early relaxing she had done was catching up to her. She knew she couldn't hold it back: the pee was COMING. Desperately, she did all the subtle mental and physical tricks she had discovered over the years that would maybe slow her bladder's magical ability to generate pee, but it wasn't enough. She would overflow onto the carpet. “Please hold,” she said to her almost flooded diaper, just as her pee started. It came slowly at first, then began to speed up as she lost more reserve. Those few seconds waiting for Lola seemed forever. The diaper was about 95% full. 98%. 99%... *Click* The door unlocked and Lola came out, sports bra dawned over her magnificent baps but shirt and jacket still inside the bathroom. “Sorry!” she said again as Faun swerved by her with expert balance of a last die-hard effort to keep the pee from spilling, slam-locked the door behind her in one motion, nearly-ripped the diaper to her ankles and thumped down on the toilet before it had even fallen all the way down her legs. As soon as the diaper was off and away from her crotch, her normal urethral control immediately returned, but exactly what happened to the pee balance was confusing: she stopped peeing, but her bladder began aching horribly. “Ahh, rrh, uhhh-hu-aaa,” she moaned as she began peeing again. It felt like all the world's oceans being taken off her bladder, and she LET IT GO! At first she was just pissing hard against the toilet front, then as she relaxed a little more she began peeing at superhiman strength. Then gradually she fully relaxed, and THEN... She was letting free a HUGE spray that went through the crack between the toilet seat and the bowl enough to wet the opposing wall, and a little actually went upward out of the bowl, enough to sprinkle on Lola's jacket. If Faun eventually finished her waterfall, the jacket would be well wetted down, and in need of a washing. Faun didn't even care, she just went right on pissing. It felt so good to piss, ...and unbeknownst to her, Lola was having fun thoroughly wetting her own jeans outside the bathroom door. The end
  10. PART 1 Through aeons the creature tumbled through space the prison ship than transported it had broken up and at was struggling to come to terms with its loss of telepathy with its captors. It didn't understand why they called it parasite. It didn't harm its hosts in fact it loved them kept them fed and happy and in return it fed off their waste products. It knew its "guests" were happy after it infested them as they formed a telepathic bond and understood each other but the creatures who attacked it, broke those bonds had accused it of enslaving them. It was alone and all it wanted was to find a new food source and maybe it was in luck as it hurtled towards a small blue planet. The containment pod heating up as it entered the atmosphere and then noise and darkness as it crashed onto this strange planet. It came too in semi darkness and reached out. Its containment cell was broken, it was free and reached out its tentacles to explore. The photo receptive cells adjusting to the light looking for movement, its olfactory senses detecting that there was food nearby but where and what form would it take. it was weak and all it could do was lay in wait. "Really again" shouted Cindy "what did you eat? honestly I bring you out here and you need like a hundred bathroom breaks?" "Sorry give me a break, something seriously disagreed with me" was Suki's sharp response. The two college students had gone to the abandoned factory for a photo project on urban decay, the vast empty maze of buildings had appealed but Suki's upset stomach was causing a distraction. "look am gonna have to find somewhere" was Suki's desperate statement "I'll look in there". "Hope you brought toilet paper!" was Cindy's terse reply she was getting fed up with her friend and beginning to regret bringing her along. "I mean really, if this happens again I'm going to stick her in a diaper!, god now i need to pee!" Suki entered an old door wedged open in what must have been an assembly plant once a big open space and her heart sank the gurgling in her stomach suggested urgency was now required but privacy was needed "aww man you'd think there was still a bathroom here somewhere?". No bathroom was in reach but scattered around the hall where lark pieces of machinery rusting but at least she could hide behind. Clutching her stomach and fighting back hard with a clenched sphincter muscle Suki dashed to a large row of what looked like fuse boxes and conscious of what the near future held decided removing her underwear was a necessity, the short summer skirt helped. But she froze, what was that noise? what was that smell at that moment Suki was gripped with fear but what could she do. The creature stopped and listened, yes it could hear something there were creatures here that were similar it could smell them but would they help? Instinct took over the creature was starving and had no choice, find food or die. The strange biped creature came towards it, had it seen it? if it could the creature had not moved away, the photo receptors that covered its tentacled body knew it was dark, maybe it hadn't been seen. Next the olfactory senses triggered, this creature was similar chemically to itself, this triggered a release of hormones that excited the creature. And then suddenly the sound of a grunt and a splatter as the biped creature sprayed something on the floor. Could it be, an exploratory tentacle reached the substance, it was organic, it was rich in nutrients and complex chemicals, this was food and this strange creature had provided it. This creature was friendly this creature was a source of food and needed to be nurtured and loved. The creature absorbed the semi liquid food and reached out with another tentacle to make contact to reach for the food source to link to this creature, it could feel it trembling. Cindy decided enough was enough, shed taken some great atmospheric pictures of old cranes and gantries but was wondering where her friend was. "Better go get her" she muttered as she wandered to the door her friend had entered what seemed like minutes earlier. "Suki?" she shouted as her eyes adjusted to the light and she became conscious of a rasping and moaning noise "Suki stop messing around" "Suki are you ok?" urgency entering her voice as she wandered slowly over to the source of the noise. When she reached the row of abandoned metal boxes she held her breath and creep-ed round the corner. The sight made her freeze in her tracks, Cindy tried to scream but no sound came out and her full bladder released with a hot stream on piss gushing straight through the crotch of her panties as she lost control of her body not aware of the tentacle that came to investigate this new liquid. The sight that made her freeze in terror was that of her friend Suki on all fours her dress hitched up over her ass with a green tentacle pulsating in between her ass cheeks moaning with pleasure, another smaller pulsating tentacle was in her mouth and Suki appeared with eyes blissfully rolling back "suckling?" with other smaller tentacles moving around occasionally touching her. Then suddenly Suki's eyes opened and looked directly at Cindy and pulled the tentacle from her mouth. She stood up Cindy aware of the grotesque pulsating thing protruding from her ass and disappearing into the darkness. "Hi Cindy" the voice was relaxed and calm. "its ok don't be a afraid, its friendly it just needed our help and our love". "Come drink it just wants to help"! Cindy's voice returned but she was too terrified to move "keep that thing away from me!" as she saw the tentacle soaking up the puddle on the floor and she realized she had wet herself. "Its ok drink you'll soon understand" was Suki's calm response as Cindy suddenly realized there was a tentacle just by her face, her impulse to scream was taken as an invitation and the tentacle entered Cindy's mouth as she struggled to grab it. The sudden impulse to gag was brief and to Cindy's surprise the tentacle was leaking a warm sweat liquid which before she realized she was sucking from the creature. What Suki now knew and what Cindy would soon understand was that this creature just needed food and would protect any source with its love. It was in a way correct that it was a parasite but it formed a telepathic link with the creatures it referred to as "guests". These creatures processed food and turned it into an organic rich matter that the creature needed. This was in the form of the bodily wastes of those creatures and in return it fed them and kept them obedient. It produced by its own waste a sweet hormone rich mixture that contained its own cells, these entered the brain of the "guests" and the creature understood what drove them what there desires where and what would keep them happy and obedient. It quickly found as with most lifeforms sexual arousal was one of the strongest drivers. Keep the guest Horny, fed and happy as it understood from its encounter with the first "Guest" which it now understood was called Suki and the connection was made. The liquid also had a laxative effect and by placing a feeding tentacle directly into the bowel and ensuring the experience was pleasant for the "guest" the creature had established a source of food it would love and look after. Cindy was finally coming to her senses she started relaxing and her fear was dismissed. This was weird but this was delicious and she just wanted more. She suddenly became aware she needed the potty but was still to relaxed to move. Unawares the hormones were working their laxative effect her adult toilet training suddenly kicked in and she tried to pull out the tentacle but struggled and panicked as the urge to poop became overwhelming. "Relax and let it happen" said Suki in a calm voice as Cindy tried to fight of a row of tentacles that has suddenly bound her arms and legs. "No I need to....oh no, no no" was all Cindy could muster as she felt her bowels swell and a sudden loud gurgling sound as her sphincter suddenly stretch as hot semi liquid poo gushed into her panties, she could feel her underwear stretching as she wriggled with warm liquid leaking down between her legs as her panties sagged and started to fall to the floor, her lower body suddenly aware of the tentacles covering and absorbing her poo and suddenly a large pulsating tentacle reaching up between her legs from behind sniffing searching out the sources and secreting an anesthetizing like liquid forced its way up deep into her ass to absorb the nutrients. After a few moments Cindy's breathing became relaxed and Suki was in front of her smiling her feeding tentacle still protruding. This felt wonderful, she understood that all this wonderful creature wanted was food and she should help her as in the return this felt wonderful and the sight of Suki's wonderful taught body made her feel good but her duty was to the creature she would make sure it had all it needed and as she felt the pleasant pulsing in her asshole. PART 2 It had been a week since the two girls had fallen in love with the creature. Their lives were one long never ending orgasm of contented bliss. They were naked but but for the creatures feeding tentacle protruding from their behinds but the creature became aware this was a problem. As it bonded with the two girls it became aware of their world and that it couldn't leave its refuge which it now knew was abandoned but it need to grow and for that it needed new "guests" to love and please. How was this to be done. Simple it could release Suki and Cindy but still maintain its telepathic link and they could bring more. Cindy and Suki agreed and their loyalty to the creature meant the knew they would be rewarded. They stood upright facing their lover as the tentacles release them, they felt a little sad and naked but knew what they had to do. They dressed and both their panties sucked clean by the tentacles were restored and then their dresses and shoes. They turned round both with an idea of friends they would invite here under some presence and then it happened. Suki suddenly gripped her stomach and give a moan as her bowels suddenly emptied into her panties the big brown dripping bulge suddenly protruding below her skirt. Cindy looked bemused as suddenly a hit stream of piss gushed again through her crotch. They and the creature realized the anesthetic secreted into their bowels had weakened their sphincter muscles making them incontinent. "Oh gosh what are we to do Suki we must not fail our master" the creature saw and understood this was a problem, it reached out to the girls mind and saw a solution but the girls would need to help. "I remember wanting to put you in a diaper" said Cindy "it would mean we can leave but how can we get them here?" "Mail order? we can get them delivered here?" was Suki's calm response lets see. Suki found her phone and turned it back on, a signal yes, diaper supplies, adult diaper supplies, she found a company, small nearby "Adult incontinence and nursing supplies" read the banner. "do you have your credit card?". The next day Carol in her mid thirties and manager of a small nursing supply company was cursing her satnav. "I thought this place was abandoned, this cant be right oh hang on ware house 4" she stared at the huge empty looking building "damnit a prank I bet it is but its been paid for?", against her better judgement she got out and shouted through the doorway "Hello anyone? medical delivery?". "In here, just bring it and drop it inside the door" came a young female voice. Carol went to the back of her truck, lowered the tail gate and dragged out a full pallet full of hundreds of adult diapers. She then dragged it inside the door "I hope they have a bathroom in there" she muttered!. "erm I cant see you I need a signature" also "any chance I can use your bathroom?". The creature stopped Suki and Cindy hadn't realized on the signature, they thought the delivery person would leave the diapers and go. Now what. "umm ok come over this way" The collective mind realized that this person could not leave and so had to become a "guest" but how, we needed to get some hormone inside her. "You need a drink? Its a hot day was have some lemonade" came the calm young voice. "Er yes that would be nice but I really would like to use your bathroom if that's ok" said Carol uncertainly looking around thinking "i'm going to be peeing behind a wall or something". "Here you go" a hand shot out of the darkness holding a mug with a sweat smelling thick yellow liquid and disappeared into the darkness. "I um still need a signature", "just getting a pen" came the reply. "Hmm this is good but what is it? any more?" as she realized she had down half a pint and her bladder was getting fuller by the second. "hello would you like to join us?" came to tandem voices and when Carol turned round was startled to be confronted by two young naked women who "what was that" had green pulsating tentacles protruding from their asses. "umm" muttered Carol as she dropped her cup and clipboard not noticing the tentacles wrapping round her feet and arms till it was too late. "whats happening let me go". "Relax it wont take a moment and you'll understand" came the tandem voices. Carol panicked she needed to escape she needed to pee "What was happening?" "we understand you need to pee its ok go ahead its natural" "Im wearing my shorts wierdos now let me go" Carol watched as the two girls looked at each other smiled and squatted releasing hot streams of pee simultaneously. This was too much for Carol and she stopped struggling as the effect of "that drink" and the sight of the two girls pissing caused her to lose control a huge wet patch grew at her crotch as her bladder succumbed to the hormones despite her clenching. "Oh god I think am gonna" the words were barely out of her mouth before the hormones had taken over her bowel control. "Oh god no" where drowned out by the load gurgling noise as Carol pooed in her shorts causing a huge brown bulge around are ass. Carol suddenly felt a wave of calmness, even euphoria and she felt good. She looked at the girls tentacled asses and felt a sense of arousal. She felt the tentacles work ripping open her shorts. She let it happen and watch as the two girls walked over to the crate of diapers and began to unpack then the selected a diaper each and put them on after the tentacles released them. They dressed and turned back to the darkness and each blew a kiss and walked out the door. Carol heard her van start and drive away but she didn't care she was beginning to understand that this is where she wanted to be and her duty was top this wonderful creature. She stood with her eyes closed as she felt the pleasure of the pulsating tentacle in her ass. TO BE CONTINUED
  11. I'm curious to know how many people here legitimately wet the bed involuntarily. Has anyone actually caused this to happen? I used to fantasise about wetting the bed and now it's become a reality. I now have to wear nappies to bed if I've had a drink. I've even told a good few of my friends about it and I've actually quite ok with the self acceptance since then. I wonder if anyone else here has similar experiences?
  12. The Golden Tower 0 (Restart from zero) It contains: Wetting, Light desperation. The goal of anyone who enters the golden tower is to get to the top, because legend has it that whoever is on top of it can command the tower and everything and every one, this story tells the deeds of the first person to arrive at the top but that at the same time has lost everything for having gone against the one who commanded on the tower for an infinite time, God himself. {Year 9988 of the golden calendar, in a well in the capital (right foot of the giant) "How long has it been?" "How nice to be able to breathe!" "Where I am?" "It looks like the bottom of a well ... it's dark, it will be about fifteen meters deep, at least it's a drained well ..." There were many questions that yes she asked the most important was: "Am I alive? ID # 000000108: Name: Hecate Blake Race: Human Age: ??? Level: Not leveled Coin: 0 Ranking: Not in competition Skills: [EX: From Heaven to Hell] Title: [Graced by the goddess] Stats and Effects: [Do not assign] Equipment: [Bronze dagger (F-)] [Storage ring (F+)] [Breast band (black cotton tissue)] [Medium Length Dress (Purple)] [Black embroidered cotton knickers] [Canvas ankle boots (black)] Apparently, the answer to the latter had been easy to obtain, it was enough for her to concentrate, open her profile and see her only title, the confirmation she had when she saw that she had the same profile as when she decided to climb the golden tower certainly wasn't a heavenly dream or a hellish nightmare. "So the goddess kept her word ..." thought Hecate remembering the words of that day: "When someone I will consider as a threat as you have been by respecting then you will wake up, unfortunately, if this never happens or if your conscience crumbles before you will not have a second chance! ... this would leave a bad taste in my mouth " "Has anyone appeared capable of threatening the goddess? Ahhh that being able to live again! This time it will be different than! ... although ... how do I get out of a well? Can I use magic with no stats attached?" Hecate had understood that the tower did not give her power but simply made what was inside her easier to "understand", so even if in the past she had not even tried to use magic before entering the tower, now it was convinced of succeeding. "[Updraft]" after saying the name of the spell, the aloud she felt almost faint but at the same time her dress was completely blown by the wind, showing off her black panties and lifting Hecate before a few centimeters. to cease completely. "Oh shit, having about 5 mana ... will never be enough to get me out of here ... climbing is impossible, should I scream out loud hoping someone hears me? "Congratulations" "You have achieved a difficult attainable goal: you are entitled to a reward!" "Oh, is it to be using magic outside the tower?" (Hecate) "A guardian is coming!" Hecate thought of the guardians, beings full of dignity, external to some rules of the tower, the closest to the goddess, who enforcing her rules and who maintain order. ~ swoosh ~ With a golden glow, a blonde girl dressed in a white tunic with fitted trims appeared floating on Hecate's head. "Hi, I'm Lucy but you can call me L, and I'm the supervisor of floor 0" (Lucy) "This ... a supervisor guardian ... will be 16 years old ... at least apparently, but then where has the dignity gone? Her white panties are on display! " "Hem ... sorry but I can read your mind, I would like to let you know before you have any other strange thoughts, and anyway you are about 16 too, right?" "Oh shit! I have to remember my current condition!" Hecate thought. The old Hecate had numerous abilities and she knew how to use many spells to prevent mind control but to counteract her mind-reading it was enough for her not to dwell on one thing for long except in exceptional cases. "I'm so sorry, I'm really mortified ..." (Hecate) "Yes, it doesn't matter, now let's move on to the important things, you know I have a lot to do like a guardian ... "(Lucy) ~ tremble ~ Hecate had a suspicion but she couldn't think about it too much. "Are you right, then? Do I deserve a reward? May I ask for what?" (Hecate) "Say that you don't know just makes you look more suspicious, you know? It's obvious someone gave you some information!" (Lucy) ~ tremble ~ Hecate’s suspicion had been confirmed to her but she had to hide her thoughts of hers. "Hehe, how naive I am to try to fool a guardian, yes I got a tip, does that make it invalid? "(Hecate) "Oh no, on the contrary, being able to do such a thing without entering the tower is truly commendable, certainly more than those who have succeeded by pure chance ..." (Lucy) ~ fidget ~ "Well let's hurry up, then you can choose your reward from the catalog in front of you" (Lucy) "Please hurry!" thought Lucy. 《Congratulations, you used a spell outside the tower with no supporting tools: choose your reward!》 1st Apricopter shell armor (B-) 2nd Sapphire abyss sphere (C +) 3rd Kit start + (D-) 4th Instant-digital camera (F-) 5th Random Roulette Coupon (?) "..." (Hecate) "..." (Lucy) ~ squirm ~ At least 2 minutes passed but Hecate was reflecting looking into space as Lucy, who was still floating exposing her panties, had perfectly confirmed Hecate's suspicions, that she did everything possible to make reading her thoughts impossible. "Why can't I feel her flow of thought anymore? What's stupid?" Lucy thought naively. "So? Did you choose? (Lucy) "... No, actually I'm really undecided ... I couldn't take more than one object?" "All that you want!" She would have shouted Lucy, but she couldn't. "No, I'm sorry, if it were up to me I'd make an exception ... but unfortunately I can't, you know the rewards are controlled, you can take a maximum of 1, I'm sorry ..." (Lucy) "Oh ... it’s unfortunate, I guess it will take me a while to choose" (Hecate) "Eh? Wait, let's try to meet us, you know if you want I can make an exception, tell me the items you want, I'll take the cheapest one for you from the shop, I'll offer it out of my own, okay?" (Lucy) "Oh really, I don't know how to thank you!" (Hecate) "So what do you want the orb and armor !?" (Lucy) ~ dribble ~ "!!!" (Lucy) "Oh, no, I thought of two other objects, however first of all could you get me out of here? You know even with fantastic objects getting stuck in the well is a bit ... annoying" (Hecate) ~ snap ~ With a snap of their fingers, they were both on the surface, right in front of the city gate. ~ dribble ~ "So what are these objects?" (Lucy) "I feel guilty though ... it's unfair to receive special treatment, you know I'm fine with the possibility of using that thing you call a shop, so when I have money I can personally buy what I want" (Hecate) "... Are you kidding me by chance?" Lucy thought, "Who knows what I can do with this shop" was Hecate's thought, which coupled with the ridiculous request at least gave Lucy the assurance that Hecate didn't know anything about the shop. Using the shop was possible only under certain conditions, for a person not even entering the tower was an unthinkable thing and only after passing rank A, you could use the shop independently, however, Lucy was running out of time, now in the surface, the people were starting to notice her and she had to stay with Hecate until she chose her own reward, she hoped this would happen quickly because otherwise ... "Okay but you can make a maximum of 3 full exchanges ... then take" ~ swoosh ~ Lucy gave three floating marbles to Hecate which she smiled trying not to laugh. ~ dribble ~ ~ dribble ~ Lucy was on the edge, she put a hand on her thigh trying to look natural, she was also involuntarily climbed a bit of altitude. "THEN, did you choose?" (Lucy) "Yes, I would like the camera!" ~ swoosh ~ The digital machine appeared in Hecate's hands. ~ dribble ~ Unfortunately, Lucy had reached her limit, she had fulfilled her duty and now her mind (and her bladder) was free from the chains. ~ click ~ ~ psssssssss ~ "Oh no ... ahhhhhh" (Lucy) ~ ssssssshhh ~ "Huh?" (Lucy) Hecate was 10 feet lower than Lucy pointing the camera exactly under her skirt while two streams of urine descended to the ground splashing lightly the lower part of Hecate's robes, Lucy was impassive (Except for her bladder that kept drowning the now yellowed knickers). Otherwise, as soon as they exchanged glances, Hecate turned and ran to the best of her ability as she launched herself into the city from the gate. Normally Lucy, a supervisor Guardian with near-transcendental abilities and lightning-fast speed could disintegrate or at least block Hecate, but it was too surreal as what had just happened to her and therefore had stood still for about 5 seconds before running at her with a murderous intent that instantly knocked out the guards at the gate but a few centimeters from Hecate was stopped by an invisible barrier (Hecate fell to the ground anyway due to the wind generated by Lucy) exposing to the people inside the town her black panties. "Huff ... huff, I'm sorry my dear Lucy, but in the city, you can't harm me, the tower protects me" (Hecate) Both the guardians and the people could not hurt anyone in the cities, however the guardians except in case of enforcing the order could not even interfere so Lucy couldn’t take the camera to Hecate without violating the rules of the tower "This bastard! How dare you make such a joke on me and think of escaping it! Go out after the citi's gate!" Lucy thought "Oh rest assured that if you don't delete those photos I swear you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" (Lucy) "Oh yeah? Well, anyway, shouldn't you hide such a visible incident? I know that the rules of the tower don't apply here but you know ... a guardian who gets his pants wet, surely you don't make the goddess look good, you can't even make us believe not to be a guardian, that tunic made it clear to all present and you did nothing but attract attention ... " ~ sniff ~ A tear ran down Lucy's right cheek, completely humiliated and mortified, she had now fallen to the ground so as not to attract her attention by keeping her hands on the front of her tunic in direct contact with the warm humidity. Despite her monstrous stats, she not only let herself be humiliated by a little girl but she felt her legs weak as if she were about to fall to the ground and cry screaming in embarrassment, but this time she managed to hold back. ~ snap ~ With a snap of her fingers, her tunic (at least visually) looked dry. "I can't even take your camera ... theft is not allowed in this area ... what a treacherous plan!" Thought Lucy, but then she realized something else. "Hey ... you know I don't want to give you ideas that you may not have thought of but you know ... I wouldn't want to use the shop ... for the real one?" (Lucy) Hecate did not answer, at least non-verbally, "I screwed you my friend" is what Hecate thought and what Lucy felt when reading her mind. "Please ... everything but not that ... I beg you ... they could fire me and let me go back into the tower ... I would lose everything ... delete the photos, I'll do what you want!" (Lucy) "Oh a golden opportunity," thought Hecate (obviously on purpose) "Lucy you know ... I have a particular fetish ... you know I'm a bit ashamed to make you such a request ..." (Hecate) "Tell me, I beg you, I don't judge anyone, I'll do what you want! ... except things that are too heavy" (Lucy) "I would like your panties ... the wet ones" (Hecate) "Oh that's enough, let me see you delete the photos, all of them, and I'll give you the panties" (Lucy) "I don't trust, we make a trade in the shop" (Hecate) "How the fuck do you know these things !? Okay let's hurry up that ... it's getting cold down here ..." (Lucy) "Exchange" Id: 0000001008 <> Id: 0517740230 3x photos <> (drenched) Snowy Field Silk pure white ones (A +) "Before you screw me again, show me how many pictures you took!" (Lucy) "She discovered Me!" Hecate thought (Always deliberately) "Show me up, ah here is written 4 photos in memory, I can read my dear, I will not be fooled by you again!" (Lucy) Id: 0000001008 <> Id: 0517740230 4x photos <> (drenched) Snowy Field Silk pure white ones (A +) "Come on, accept this trade" (Lucy) "Ok ..." (Hecate) 《Exchange completed successfully》 "Well now I'm going to change, you know now it's even colder down here! Repent forever of this crazy idea of yours, you could have taken 2 high-ranking items, you wasted the help of a guardian for such a dirty purpose, one day I'll make you pay for this! " (Lucy) ~ snap ~ ~ swoosh ~ "Hahahahahaha ... Hehehe Haha" (Hecate) Lucy disappeared after a snap of her fingers and Hecate fell to the ground laughing like crazy. ~ dribble ~ "Ooops, I have not to exaggerate ... Hahaha" End (for now) Hello everyone, I hope I have entertained you, I'm sorry there is not much "Omorashi" content, I hope to add more, as always I state that this is a story translated with google from Italian to English so there may be errors or incomplete sense, I apologize in case.
  13. Well, here it is guys. My first story. This one is a megaman fanfic based in the battle network/NT warrior universe. This was inspired by many of the stories I read here and also by Twilight EXE (Check her out. She's good). It stars maylu Sakurai, Lan hikari, and many others of the characters from this interpretation of the megaman universe. http://media.animevi..._lan5_large.jpg Here's a picture of Lan http://images.wikia..../Megaman002.jpg Megaman http://files.myopera...x.gif_thumb.jpg Dex http://images.wikia....s/4/4f/Mari.png Ms. mari And the main star of this series. http://www.absolutea...arrior/mayl.jpg Maylu Her Navi http://www.absolutea...arrior/roll.jpg Roll Other character portraits will be uploaded once others are introduced. Without further delay, here is chapter one. Chapter 1 Beep! Beep! Beep! “Time to get up, sleepy head.” A voice called in the dark. The sheets stirred. There was movement in the dim lighting, as the comforter rose and fell, contours appearing and disappearing as the girl underneath turned in her bed, while rising simultaneously. She yawned, kicked her feet from under the covers and into some slippers. Pink, of course. She threw the covers off, revealing a pink night gown going down to her knees. “Morning, Maylu.” Her phone said, or rather the artificial intelligence, Roll, said from inside her multi faceted phone/PDA/organizer/link to the internet/everything really. “Good morning, Roll.” Maylu responded, cheerfully, “Gonna go take a shower then head down to breakfast.” “Okay. What about your sheets?” Roll asked. “What?!? What do you mean?” Maylu asked rather startled. “Aren’t you gonna fix them back into place?” Roll asked with a quizzical look on her face. “Oh. Ya… Sure.” “What did you think I meant?” Roll asked, already knowing the answer “Did you-“ “NO! No I did not. It’s dry. It’s just… I don’t like being reminded, y’know? I know that was years ago but I still have dreams of not making it.” Maylu looked at her feet. “O-okay. I’m sorry. Next time, I’ll word it differently.” “Thank you.” Maylu went off to have her morning shower, while Roll went through the network of the house, heading to the master bedroom and setting the alarm off there, waking up Maylu’s parents. Mr. Sakurai, as Roll called him, rose first, followed by Annetta, his wife. “Good morning, Roll. Thank you.” Annetta said softly. “No problem. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.” Mr. Sakurai nodded and proceeded to give his wife the usual morning kiss and slid out of bed. Annetta slid out on the opposite side and wordlessly began getting dressed. Mr. Sakurai went into the bathroom and began his daily shaving ritual while his wife got dressed for work. Upon finish his morning shave, he went into his closet to find a suit and his wife. He snuck up on her and wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed himself against her. Feeling his presence, she stiffened, loosened and giggled all at once. Then she melted in his embrace and tilted her neck back into his chest allowing him to kiss her. He red hair tickled his chest and his eyes laughed since his mouth was too busy. After parting lips, he slapped her butt and unhooked a suit jacket, shirt and tie, and vest walked across the hall and picked up the matching pants. She watched him move and giggled to herself. “Last night was really fun, Kenji.” She said longingly and seductively. “Ha! I can’t wait… till we… MEET AGAIN!” He said striking a pose to match her voice. They both began to laugh but dared not to touch each other, knowing where that could lead. Instead they engrossed themselves in their work clothes. Once they were ready, they both went downstairs to see their daughter having ham and eggs for breakfast. They smiled at their daughter, each taking turns cooing over her. They grabbed their own breakfasts that Maylu had prepared for them under Roll’s supervision. The family said their goodbyes and both parents walked out the door, leaving Maylu alone with her Net Navi. Once Maylu had finished her breakfast, she piled the plate into the sink, checked the weather, went upstairs to brush her teeth and finish preparations for school. Halfway up the stairs, she heard the doorbell. Roll raced to the door network to see who it was. It was Lan. Big surprise. Rolling her eyes, she unlocked the door and let the spiky haired youth in. He was wearing his usual get up. Black shorts with yellow stripes, white long-sleeves and yellow jerkin and the bandana on his head, with his Navi’s symbol. He stepped in, thanked Roll and sat in the living room. “Morning Maylu! Hey Roll!” Lan yelled through the house. “He Lan, be right down.” Maylu called from her room “Hi Lan” Roll said with a hint of glee. Maylu walked into her closet and picked out her usual clothes. A pink skirt stopping just above her knees, knee length black socks, a turquoise long sleeve and blue jerkin. Putting her clothes on, she grabbed her Navi’s symbol in the form of a hairclip from her dresser and put it in her red-pink hair. She then proceeded to pick up her Personal Terminal or PET up as well and walked down the stairs. Lan stood up when he saw her and asked if she had finished her homework from last night. She told him she had and jokingly added the part where he fell asleep while they were web chatting and if he wanted her answers. To her surprise, he said no, that he had indeed finished. Then they headed to the living room and sat down talking for fifteen minutes when Roll appeared on Maylu’s PET screen, saying that it was time to go. The two rose to leave. Grabbing their bags, they walked out the door and Roll locked it. Maylu went to her garage and grabbed her bike while Lan sat on the stoop attaching a special roller blade attachment to the bottom of his shoes. Lan and Maylu then proceeded down the sidewalk to school. They continued talking about school eventually adding TV, video games, music and net battles to the mix. In the cyber world, Roll was conversing with Lan’s Net Navi, Megaman. Megaman was wearing blue boots, a dark blue onesie, with a light blue stripe going up the sides, blue gloves, and blue helmet with yellow squares running down the middle. In the centre of his chest, was his Navi symbol. His hair stuck out of the back of the helmet in little spikes. Roll was wearing pink boots, with a pink onesie and peculiar black short shorts like design that turned into a pink panty-like design around her groin region. Then the pink color continued up to her neck like jerkin with black running along her arms like a long sleeve, she also had her Navi symbol in her chest. Her helmet had her Navi symbol covering her ears and antennae coming from the front. Her 2-D hair cascaded down her back all the way to her butt, with a green bow in it. P.S Oh and if anyone can tell me how to upload the story without having to re-indent everything, that would be nice. P.P.S I have chapter two done as well and will upload it as I see what responses I get here. Sorry for no omorashi in chapter one. Just wanted to establish the main characters. For those who are familiar with this version of megaman, there will be net battling as well. Around chapter 3/4.
  14. Ditzy Daycare is an entirely survival ABDL Minecraft server, with a plot world and main survival area. There is also a 'daycare', but that is more spawn than anything. The server runs its own plugin which allows the player to 'use' diapers, pull-ups and undies, however this is player choice from the start, you can entirely avoid this plugin altogether. Although I would not recommend that, considering an enormous amount of content is residing within this custom plugin made by the owner herself. The server is constantly updating with new content, but I honestly can't give it justice myself. Check out the discord for most of the details, or hop straight on with the address: mc.ditzydaycare.com Discord: https://discord.com/invite/BnBMPMk
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    So I recently got hold of some random diaperedonline enema videos, and I thought I'd upload them here. I do not have pictures of them, for that I am sorry. Enjoy
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    Discipline and punishment that include spankings and diapers! Enjoy, Rach
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  17. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Commissioned by :iconNowiGreen: Page 6 of The Adventures of Nowi Green and her squishy poopy-diaper baby, Fwo. ^o^ Well, sister may have failed in the diaper-changing department...or not?...maybe sitting in a warm squishy diaper isn't as bad as it seems???...in fact, maybe Fwo isn't the only squishy diaper-lover in this comic...maybe a little goddess would like to join her puppy brother, in wearing a warm and wet poofy diaper-er goodnite as well? ^^
  18. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Commissioned by NowiGreen Page 4 of The Adventures of Nowi Green and her poopy little puppy, Fwo. Uh-oh....looks like Nowi better get my tinky little diaper-booty changed quick, or else the pup may have an overflo...207 ^w^ I guess all the potty-training lessons ain't helping so much. Poor Fwo so sad and embarrassed that he can't change himself. Also theres the little stinker, Ace Heroic my blind brother, trying to get sissy to autograph the diaper he should be wearing, cuz he a tinky boy ^//3//^...but Nowi's only changing my booty today! ..>///v//<..
  19. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Commissioned by NowiGreen (http://nowigreen.deviantart.com/) Page 3 of The Adventures of Nowi Green and her squishy little poofy puppy bro, Fwo. ^^ Little brothers are the stinkiest...especially when fed their milk. That's about what would happen if I really did drink milk, while wearing me diapey. ^^ Time for changies! XD Thank goodness Fwo has a cool big sister to take care of him ..V///v//V.. Also little HofBondage's Laura (http://hofbondage.deviantart.com/) stopped by to see her two baby friends.....but it seems she came at the most awkward time...leave it to Fwo to become a party-pooper... It duh milk's fault!..>///^//<..
  20. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Gift to Sparkypup (Furaffinity)
  21. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    Commissioned by BlueBunFox (aka cobaltfox) My first commission for my first customer, Flo isn't used to getting paid for doing something that brings him pleasure. What can I do with money? I can't eat it. It smells funny...and not the nice smell, like from a dirty diaper. My momma said I could give the money to her...and I did. I guess boys are the new girls, I seem to be drawing lots of cute boys lately, and adorable sissy boy babes, but as long as they're all wearing a well-used diaper, they got my love and attention.
  22. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    Request by Diokno44x Here's a picture I drew of Diokno44x taking a big shit, during arts and craft time at school. Once his paper crane has fallen to the floor, he bends over to pick it up.....and that's when it happened. He pushes out the evil soup-like mush into his diaper, and he's off to be changed...ready for another day at school, to do it all over again. Unfortunately I can't remember many events from my own diaper-pooping days, all I remember is being 3 years old and taking mine and my sister's diapers out of the garbage and into the closet, where I would squash them against my own heavily soiled stink-bomb of a diaper. I didn't have time to bother making a clean version, since I got lazy. his poor paper crane never recovered...
  23. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    Another quickie I dumped out…But whose dat ass? Is it Kim’s, Beyonce, or Nikki’s?…Or is it just me fantasizing about being a sexy black girl in a diaper? Most likely the last one, cuz the other three’s booties would never fit on the page, but I’ll leave it up to you…it could be Sheva from Resident Evil 5 for all I care, but look at all that juicy juiciness she’s packing, thats a lotta fudge. I’ll bet it smells beautiful. Sometimes I shit my diaper at night and then decide not to change, so that way I can soak in it all night long. By the time I wake up, my dirty diaper looks just about as wretched as it looks here. Anyways, I didn’t sleep last night, so goodnight, or morning, I’m off to bed…not in my diaper right now, but soon.
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