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View File Lisa Sangez Messing videos So I found this new user named Lisa Sangez and she has uploaded some new diaper messing videos. (Yes, I am aware that she is likely a sex doll. The videos are still good though) I will add her new videos here as she uploads them. Submitter cheese142 Submitted 08/16/2019 Category Female  

View File Bunch of Female Messy Diaper clips! Biggest upload ever on this site! Struck a gold mine of diaper messing clips. (pretty sure one of the girls in this file is a member of this site. If she sees this and you don't like it I will take it down) Submitter cheese142 Submitted 05/08/2019 Category Female AB/DL Messing  

Anyone able to download these videos? https://fod.fujitv.co.jp/s/genre/variety/ser2307/2307110078/?waad=62hllj35&ugad=62hllj35 https://fod.fujitv.co.jp/s/genre/variety/ser2307/2307110102/?waad=YPI7AIeB&ugad=YPI7AIeB

View File Times Square Diapers This is a collection of YouTube videos featuring people wearing (or discussing) diapers for the New Year's Eve celebrations at Times Square in New York. Getting a good spot to see the ball drop means arriving in the morning and waiting until midnight, but with no restrooms. As such, some people choose to wear diapers. Please understand there is relatively little diaper content in these videos. Most are vlogs about the experience of seeing the ball drop. But if you want to see girls (and guys) who would normally never wear diapers deciding to try them in public then here you go! Update: You can find a second edition here. Submitter Geomutsu Submitted 09/04/2019 Category Female  

View File Ami Mercury Diaper Messing Clips Back with more uploads! I just love this model. Her messing is genuine and she has such a fun attitude. Hope you enjoy! Submitter cheese142 Submitted 10/10/2019 Category Female diaper messing  

For the first time ever, I have actually have something done by the time I said I would. Enjoy this extremely long piece, clocking in at over 10k words. It is as creepy and Halloweeny as I could make it, and contains a great many accidents, both wetting and messing, and both male and female. Happy Halloween! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Despite the loud voices and raucous laughter of her friends, the car ride was surprisingly peaceful. Lily did her utmost to enjoy the relative serenity before they arrived at their destination. A haunted house attraction. A very high-quality, one, too. “Remind me,” came the voice of Emile, who sat behind her, “What makes this place so special?” The young man had a bad habit of not listening to people. “Emmy,” Leroy, Lily’s boyfriend, answered, “If you ask me that again, I’m gonna bury you.” “Like to see you try,” Emile replied, chuckling. “I forgot, all right? Tell me what the big deal is. Really sell it to me.” “Real scary place,” Leroy made sure to speak very slowly, as if he were addressing a toddler, “People died in the house, and these guys made a haunted house trip out of it. The whole thing is so scary, you have to be at least 18 to get in, on account of some kid getting traumatized.” “‘Getting traumatized,’ dude, the kid went missing,” Said May from the back seat. “What?” Lily asked, unable to keep concern out of her voice. She’d heard the bit about it being scary, she didn’t know about a missing kid. “Don’t worry, Lily,” May said reassuringly, “Cops said the kid just got so terrified he ran off. He didn’t, like… die in the house, or anything.” May, despite being the sporty tomboy that she was, always took on this slightly maternal tone with Lily. “Sheesh, May, you’re gonna make her pee herself before we even get there,” Emile intoned. Lily blushed and shrunk in her seat a little bit. Their tradition of visiting a haunted house on Halloween had begun two years ago, and on both previous visits, Lily had had an accident out of fear. On the first year, she simply was overwhelmed by the sounds and atmosphere of the house, and unconsciously piddled down her legs as she walked. Only when Leroy asked if she was okay did she notice the trail she’d left behind her. Mercifully, she’d worn a skirt, so no one could see the wetness. The second year, a man in a particularly good costume burst through a wall and swung a very convincing prop chainsaw at her. She’d run as fast as she could, and only when she stopped did she notice that her jeans were thoroughly soaked in her urine, and her underwear full with her waste. While her friends liked to tease her about it, they were quite helpful in escorting her out of the house before anyone could notice her accidents. “Sorry, Lily, I didn’t mean to worry you,” May said, in her matronly voice again. “And hey,” she began searching through the pockets of her shorts, before finally producing a taser from them, “Anyone actually tries to hurt us, and they’re getting zapped!” May spoke in a joking tone, but Lily knew her friend wouldn’t hesitate to jump to their defense. Emile instinctively leaned away when she drew the taser. He was quite familiar with its electric kiss. When she first bought the thing for self defense, Emile immediately volunteered to be their first test subject to see how well it worked. It worked pretty well. Emile promptly fell down and soiled his pants when the tazing was done. Lily had been secretly happy that they now had someone else to tease about having an accident. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Leroy interjected, “Please put the weapons away, because we are here.” The car came to a stop, and they disembarked. Ahead of them was a fairly downtrodden two-story house. The years had not been kind, and it truly looked like the new owners had done nothing but make sure the place wouldn’t collapse on the guests. Even from such a distance, she could see the decades of dust and dirt along its walls. Many windows were boarded up, and covered on the inside, blocking any view of the horrors lying in wait. They weren’t even inside yet, and Lily was already getting chills. Outside the house, a festive Halloween party was going on. People who worked at the attraction, or who were there to visit it sat around, enjoying drinks, snacks and music. It looked to Lily far more inviting than the fear she was about to subject herself to. She wondered if any of the others were as anxious as she was. Emile was probably the most apprehensive, aside from her. He was bad at not conveying everything he felt through his body language. She could see that her friend was on edge, already. She’d never known Leroy or May to be afraid of much of anything, though, and she couldn’t imagine that was going to change. Except snakes, Leroy had once confided in her that he was terrified of snakes. Just looking at all of them filing out of the car, Lily felt like they belonged in a horror movie. They had her: the, by her own admittance, small and shy woman. She wore an orange sweater with a Jack-o-lantern face on the chest, and a long blue skirt. Her blonde hair hung in ponytail. Then there was Emile. He was the second shortest of all of them, only a few inches taller than she. He was boisterous, loud, and difficult to actually bother. Everything seemed to just bounce right off of him and never leave him too annoyed. He just wore a simple white shirt, black jacket, and some baggy jeans. May walked slightly ahead of him. Her silhouette could honestly have had you mistake her for a male. She was quite tall, athletic, had a rather small chest, and kept her black hair cut short and messy. The cold didn’t bother her, and so she wore a light green tee shirt and green shorts, exposing her dark, well-tanned skin. Leroy headed up the pack. He stood nearly a head taller than Lily. He was quite slender, and tended to wear tight clothes to show it off. A white and red shirt rested underneath a trim, black jacket. He wore tight, dark blue jeans. His face, and indeed, his whole body had a number of sharp, angular features that all complemented his overall figure and were, by Lily’s reckoning, quite handsome. She stole one last look at the car, and then the party, before catching up with the others. Her chances of escape grew slimmer by the second. She walked close to Leroy to help steel herself. They approached the door, and Lily took comfort in the fact that she still had her ace-in-the-hole; and in the fact that Emile and May hadn’t noticed her ace-in-the-hole. Beneath her long skirt, in place of panties, Lily wore a diaper. She’d lost enough pairs of underwear to her fear, and Leroy had suggested she seek some protection. She hoped she wouldn’t need it, but somehow, she doubted she would leave this place without needing a change. -------------------------------------------- There was absolutely no way she was leaving without needing a change. The inside of the house was huge, much bigger than she thought it was. It was like a choose-your-own-fright game inside, with separate wings of the house hosting different scares. They’d been through one of the routes, a zombie themed one, and already Lily could feel a light wetness around her crotch. Their costumes were just good, her brain kept forgetting that is was all just pretend. Emile, and even May were clearly also unsettled by it. As always, Leroy moved as casually as he did at the grocery store. “Didn’t that scare you at least a little?” Lily asked him. “Not a bit. They get you goin’?” “Oh please, when I have ever been scared at one of these?” She joked, trying to ignore how she’d already peed a little. “Next up, let’s go the other set-up on the first floor, then we’ll head upstairs,” Leroy instructed. Crossing through the large, open foyer into the next section, they found themselves in a room that had been so convincingly dolled up to look like a misty, haunted forest that Lily kept expecting a breeze to roll through. If the scare for this room was just its ambience, it would have been enough. Naturally, though, Lily wasn’t that lucky. High pitched laughter, like that of a small girl’s, broke the tense silence of their party. Emile and May spun around, looking for its source. Lily simply grabbed on to Leroy’s arm. There was a rustle in some of the fake bushes near them, rousing all of their attention. As they all watched, ready for something to jump out, footsteps raced behind them. They turned again, but saw nothing. That giggling came again, from a few directions, surrounding them. It was all too much, and Lily’s mind couldn’t reconcile what it saw with what it knew- that it was all pretend. Things became overwhelming, she really was lost in a forest, with fog so thick it was suffocating. Something really was following them, chasing them. Her knees came together, and she felt her crotch warm up once more. Two long releases of urine streamed into her diaper, both of them synced up with that creepy laughter. A silhouette resolved itself in the mist, that of a small girl in a torn dress. “Are you lost, too?” She said in a wispy voice. Lily buried her face in Leroy’s chest, willing the fear to go away. He wrapped his hand around her, and slowly escorted her forward, through the rest of the “forest”. He did his best to interject himself between his girlfriend and whatever other horrors the forest had to offer. The two of them made it out of the forest wing before Emile and May. Lily took a long moment to catch her breath and try to get her heart to stop racing. Leroy had a look of real concern on his face, and she didn’t blame him. She’d never been so scared before. “Lily, are you all right?” “Y-yeah, I think so… ” She was panting and her voice was shaky. “I guess this place is what it’s cracked up to be, huh? Listen, if you want, you and I can just go hang out at the party outside.” “We- we don’t have to… ” She shifted uncomfortably, her wet diaper an ever present reminder of her terror, “But, um… I did have my, y’know… issue, in there.” “No judgments here. That kid was a natural at this. I think I saw a sign for a bathroom upstairs, you can get cleaned up in there.” “That sounds good,” Though she wished he wouldn’t say it so loud. -------------------------------------------- “Did you see where the others went?” Emile asked, having noticed that their party had shrunk. “Huh? Oh.” May took her eyes off the faux forest around them, and noticed their now relative solitude for the first time, “I bet Leroy just got Lily out of here. Did you see how scared the poor thing was?” “Yeah, that’s probably about right. Guessing we’ll find them outside.” The fog from the fog machines grew very thick, and it became difficult to even see the path they were meant to follow. Hazarding a guess, Emile walked forward, passed some of the fake trees. May followed behind him. Both of them nervously looked around as they walked. After a short moment, the fog parted just enough for them to see a door up ahead. Emile opened it, expecting to see the foyer, but the two of them were instead greeted by a series of boxes, stacked high and covered with blankets and tarps. “Ah, shit,” He muttered, “I think we just found a storeroom for the decorations.” “Not likely,” May responded, walking by him and getting a closer look at the boxes. “Look at the dust on some of these. They definitely haven’t been touched in years.” “Huh. So then… what is this place?” “No clue, but hey,” She bent over to pick something up. When she stood again, she was holding a skull, “‘least they decorated a little bit, for us intrepid explorers.” She looked the item over, raising her eyebrows, “shit, this thing looks real. I gotta know where these guys buy this stuff.” Emile lifted one of the covers from a crate, sending up a cloud of dust. He briefly tried to pop open the crate itself, but it was bolted shut. No opening any of them without a crowbar. He looked up and spotted another door, leading further into the house. “We’re already off the beaten path, wanna see if there are any cool secrets off the grid.” May smiled, and the two approached the door. -------------------------------------------- “... I’m sorry,” Lily quietly intoned as she walked beside Leroy. “What for?” “I just, I know you really wanted to see this place, and I’m sorry I couldn’t handle it.” “Silly thing for you to be sorry about,” He looked at her apologetically, “I know these places freak you out, and I keep dragging you to them anyway. I’m sorry.” “Well, at least we made a good call on my, uh, you-know-whats,” Lily put a hand on her hip, feeling the waistband of her diaper. “You see those two back there?” He said with a smile, “Before we get outta here, they’re gonna be wishing they’d worn some, too.” They both laughed at that. Despite lacking in any of the thematic decorations, the upstairs was no less unsettling. Old and rotted wood, covered windows, and boarded up doors were all there was to see. That, and some helpful signage leading them to the bathroom. Once they reached it, they discovered a large, spacious restroom, perfect for changing. “Um, I hate to ask, but… Do you think you could gimme a hand real quick?” She blushed as she asked. “No prob.” She had no idea how she managed to find a boyfriend who didn’t raise any objections when his girlfriend asked for help changing her wet diaper. They stepped inside, and a terrible odor greeted them. Both of them coughed lightly. “Guess we weren’t the first ones to find the bathroom, huh?” Leroy suggested. But Lily felt a growing sense of unease. Looking around them, the whole bathroom was filthy. And not bathroom-filthy, but grime and unidentifiable substance filthy. The little white tiles had what she forgivingly called dirt caked between them. The mirror was cracked severely. She hazarded a look at the toilet, and saw that it was overflowing with a rust colored liquid. “Um, Leroy? I don’t really feel… comfortable in here. Maybe the hosts outside know a better bathroom?” One look at his face told her that he felt the same way, “Yeah, let’s go find a nicer bathroom.” Exiting the bathroom and reentering the hallway, something didn’t quite seem right. After a second, Lily realized that the sounds of the various haunted house attractions were absent. The muffled partying outside had gone silent. Now, only the pitter-patter of rain and the distant rumble of thunder could be heard. “Does it, uh, seem quiet to you?” She asked. “Sounds like rain. Guess the party people packed up.” “Y-yeah. Yeah, I guess so.” She walked closer beside him. They rounded a corner, returning to a longer stretch of the hallway. Lily’s heart nearly stopped when she spotted the figure at the end of the hall. It was an extremely tall woman in a white dress. She looked as though she’d been stretched to nearly cartoonish proportions. She was turned away from them, but Lily could see how pale her skin was. Something in her brain finally clicked; Okay, it said, Those other things were fake. I get that now. But that is real. It didn’t matter how good your costume was, you couldn’t pull off a look like that. Lily covered her mouth to suppress her scream. Wetness and warmth again flooded her diaper as her fear robbed her of her bodily control. The rest of the liquid her bladder had to offer streamed out of her, and she felt the urine soaking into every inch of the diaper’s fabric. Leroy clearly had the same thought, about this thing being the real deal. He quickly pulled her back, putting himself between the creature and her. Taking a very quick stock of their surroundings, he noticed a door that had once been boarded up, but now was open. As quietly as possible, he opened it and ushered her inside. He pushed the door to a silent close, and then scouted out the room they took shelter in. It was only lightly furnished, and left no hiding places for more… things. Lily’s whole body felt stiff, and she realized that she’d clamped her hands over her mouth, and had never released it. Tears stained her cheeks, and her diaper was sagging with urine. “W-w-what was t-that?” She asked through terrified sobs. When Leroy drew near, she quickly embraced him, holding on to try and stop her shaking. “I… I dunno. Trick of the light, maybe.” “No, that, that was… ” She tried to continue, but she really didn’t know what to say. She had no idea what it was. Somewhat forceful footsteps reverberated down the hall, growing fainter. The tall woman was leaving. “Hear that?” Leroy said in a hushed voice, “She left, okay? We’ll just catch our breath here for a sec, and we’ll beeline for the exit. All right, Lily?” “... All right,” she said. -------------------------------------------- Emile gagged slightly when they entered the next room. A musty, rotty smell greeted them in a room with a few more crates, and a large cabinet. “Whoa-ho, you think this is the room where they toss all the pants this place made people shit in?” Emile said, covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve. “Oh fuck… ” Was all May said when she caught a whiff of it. They ventured into the room, and looked around. This room definitely wasn’t part of the experience, but it really could have been. The wallpaper was old and peeling, the room was dark, the floor had odd stains. Walking by the large cabinet, Emile noticed some writing on the wall. In big, bold letters was written: “JUST HIDE. DON’T TRY AND FIGHT LIKE HIM.” ‘Like him’? Emile thought, confused, when a shrill scream almost made him jump out of his skin. Her turned around and saw May stumbling away from something on the ground, looking woozy. He walked around a small stack of crates to look, and nearly threw up when he saw what appeared to be the ruin of a human body on the ground. There was no mistaking it, either, it was real. It had been largely torn to shreds, most of the appendages and the head missing. The torso looked as though an animal had been feeding on it. “What the fuck? What the fuck?” May was clearly suppressing the urge to vomit, too. May continued to panic over the remains when Emile heard the steady thump, thump, thump of approaching footsteps. They were heavy, certainly not Leroy or Lily. Reflexively, he looked back to the graffiti, which urged him to hide. He had to say, hiding sounded like a plan. “May!” He hissed loudly, yet quietly, “May!!” It took her a second to realize he was talking, but when she did, she seemed to notice the footsteps, too. She looked fearfully at the door, then back at Emile. With no other recourse, Emile opened the doors to the large cabinet, and gestured for her to follow him inside. She hurried over, and the two squeezed into the tight space. It was large enough for them to stand, although it was cramped. The door could not be fully closed with both of them inside, leaving a small gap down the length of the doors for them to see through. Emile could feel his hands shaking, his heart pounding in his ears. Someone, inhumanly tall, wandered passed the cabinet, moving with purpose. It searched around, behind the boxes, and in the corners of the room. They heard us! He realized, The killer knows we were here! As the thing approached the cabinet, Emile could see through the gap that it wasn’t simply some killer. It wasn’t even human. The thing’s face was pale gray, and lacked a few features. It had no nose, and its eyes, disproportionately large for its face, were snow white. As it walked towards the cabinet, the final unchecked hiding place in the room, Emile became aware of the warmth spreading in his pants. For a second, he tore his eyes from the tall woman, and looked down, at his groin. A wet stain grew a steady pace, travelling down his thighs. He was utterly powerless to stop his bladder from emptying. He felt the hot urine reach his ankles, and flood into his shoes. The monster stood just in front of the cabinet, and suddenly turned around, its attention shifted to the body on the ground. It crouched low, and began to devour the torso. May and Emile both sighed in relief, the latter still pissing into his pants. It was dark and difficult to see, but he knew by the creeping dampness that his jeans were waterlogged. He looked to May, and noticed with shame that she was looking at his groin, watching the show unfold. The tall woman continued to eat the body, and it seemed as though the two of them would be stuck there for some time, when May began to move her arms frantically. He followed her gesticulations, and saw with dread what she had realized. The puddle that was steadily growing around his feet was still spreading, and had nearly reached the doors. It would leak out, splash to the floor, and alert the monster. Emile grabbed himself with both hands, stopping the flow of his piss with all his might, but it was too late. The puddle would inevitably grow too large and spill out. Watching the puddle that would be their death continue to spread, the rest of his courage drained out from between his legs despite his best efforts, renewing the warmth that begun to grow cold. But then, miraculously, the clang of something metal falling over caught the monster’s attention. With great haste, it ceased eating, stood, and strode from the room. Only seconds later, Emile’s puddle began noisily dripping from the cabinet to the floor below. They stayed in the cramped cabinet for minutes that felt like hours, wondering if it was safe, and trying to ignore the stinging smell of urine. Eventually, both of them looked at each other, and nodded. Very slowly, they pushed open the doors of the cabinet, and stepped outside. “We have to get the fuck out of here,” Emile said. “With gusto,” May replied. He appreciated her not commenting on his wet pants. She took a still wobbly step towards him, and then wrapped her arms around him, muttering “holy shit, dude.” He reciprocated the hug, since he needed the comfort just as much as she did. -------------------------------------------- Back in the foyer, Lily and Leroy hesitantly walked down the steps. Their footsteps seemed deafening in the silence. Leroy cautiously scanned the area for any signs of danger, while Lily frantically looked around, nearly jumping at every shadow. They wasted no time getting to the front door. Click. It was locked. “Ah, come on!” Leroy muttered as he pushed and pulled on the large wooden doors, but the locks held firm. “Piece of shit!” He growled as he rammed his shoulder into the door. The resultant sound made both of them freeze in place, listening for footsteps. They heard none. “What we gonna do?” Was all Lily could think to ask. “Gimme a sec,” Leroy answered, deep in thought. “Uh, hey, Leroy?” Lily called out when she noticed the note left on the wall. A series of arrows had been painted along the walls and floor, directing one’s eyes towards the note. He wandered over, and the two of them examined the slightly yellowed piece of paper. If you’re reading this, then I’m sorry to say that you’re in a very great deal of danger. You may have already seen that ghostly thing- the tall woman. If you’ve seen her, you likely already know that she’s determined to kill you. I’ve been trapped in here for some days, and I’ve determined that the tall woman cannot read. Indeed, she doesn’t seem to be much more than an animal. I’ve left this note to outline your situation, in the hopes that someone might someday escape this place. Wherever we are, it’s not the normal world. No one else is here aside from the people who get pulled in here, somehow. Don’t bother with the door, either. It’s locked, but that doesn’t even matter. I’ve escaped through a gap in the fence in the backyard, but there’s nothing outside. Wandering through the woods will simply return you to the house. Don’t have much more time to write, so I’ll be brief: Make no attempt to fight the tall woman. Another survivor was here with me, and I watched the creature rip him apart like he was made of paper. There is something else, an entity of some kind that sustains this place. If I were to guess, it is situated near or in the well in the backyard, since the tall woman has attacked me whenever I venture too near to it. I do believe the only hope of escape is to destroy this entity in the well. Fortunately, the tall woman’s zealous guardianship of its hiding place leads me to believe that the entity is vulnerable. If you can elude her, make your way to the well, and try to end this. That is where I am headed, now. If you’re reading this, then I did not succeed, and I’m sorry. “This has to be a nightmare… ” Lily intoned, almost inaudibly, “I got so scared I passed out, and I’m just dreaming all of this.” “Calm down, Lil,” Leroy’s stoicism gave way to sympathy. “Any second now, I’ll wake up, and Emile and May will make some jokes, and we’ll laugh.” “Lily,” He said, a bit more sternly. Tears flowed down her cheeks once again, “I don’t wanna die here, Leroy!” “You think I’m gonna let you die here?” He grabbed her hands and squeezed them tightly, “We’re getting out of here, and we’re gonna kick that monster’s ass.” He always spoke with a kind of certainty and conviction; even with the hopelessness of their situation, she kind of believed him. “Okay… Okay,” She squeezed his hands back, “I trust you.” A muffled scream resounded through the walls, and both of them went rigid and quiet. A door creaked open somewhere, and hurried footsteps presaged the arrival of the tall woman, like a bird to a worm. Someone was in danger. Wishing to get out of sight immediately, Leroy and Lily hurried away, running anywhere that wasn’t there. --------------- Passing through a series of doors and halls, they found themselves in a foul kitchen. Pots, pans, and silverware littered the floors and countertops, most of them covered in rust, or stained with something disgusting. “I think we’re good, I think we’re good,” Leroy said. He opened up one of the drawers, and scowled when it only contained old rags, “Help me look for… something sharp. Anything that could be a weapon.” “Okay,” Lily began searching through the drawers, but the ones that weren’t empty were full of trash. Leroy opened the cabinets, hoping to find a heavy pan, a knife, a cleaver; honestly he would’ve settled for a rolling pin. He reached the end of the row, and yanked open the last of the cabinets. He was met with an avalanche of kitchenware. “Shit, shit, shit!” He yelled, spreading his arms out to catch the metal items before they crashed to the ground. He held back some of the avalanche, but too much fell passed his arms, and hit the ground with what felt like the sound of an atom bomb. He spun around, much too frantically, and saw the terrified face of Lily. They both knew that she would be there, and soon. “Uhh, uuuhhhhh… ” His mind raced, trying hard to think of a solution. “There!” He exclaimed, rushing over the cabinets under the kitchen sink. “What?” Lily asked, hurrying over to him. “Get in!” He opened the doors. “What about you?” The space was much too small for him to squeeze into. “I’ll find a spot, just get in, Lil!” He hissed at her. She seemed indecisive for a second, but then crawled inside. “Wait here until the coast is clear, okay?” She nodded. He closed the doors, completing her hiding spot. But now he had no idea what to do with himself. He didn’t see any hiding spots that could actually hold him. He spotted his only hope on the ground, among the pile of things that had spilled out from the cabinet: the handle of a large knife. Out of options, he lifted the weapon, and held it in front of him. He had to hope that the tall woman wasn’t as invincible as the note made her seem. Footsteps. The door would swing open in only a few seconds. He took a deep breath, he steadied his shaking hand. He tried to mentally calculate his swings while he had the chance. The footsteps grew louder and louder. His breathing quickened, and the door finally swung open. When he saw her disturbing, inhuman face, his confidence wavered. She approached him, her full, tremendous height making his knife seem absolutely tiny, certainly too impotent to kill her. She lunged forward, swiping her hand. He dodged to the right as nimbly as his fear would allow, but still her nails raked across his left shoulder. They cut straight though his shirt and jacket, and bit into his flesh. The wounds wept blood, saturating his sleeves. He returned the favor, driving the blade into her torso, just under where he guessed her ribs were. The knife stuck into her, but the wound did not seem to bleed, nor did the tall woman seem particularly fazed by it. He twisted the knife, but she simply drove her fist into his stomach, flinging him over the table in the center of the kitchen. His legs felt weak, and he couldn’t seem to stand. In the back of his mind, he was cognizant of a sensation in his pants, at his rear. He was pretty sure he pooped a little when she punched him. She advanced slowly towards him, savoring in the kill. He ached, and by the time he had started to lift himself back up, she stood directly in front of him. He fell backwards, onto his tailbone, and scrambled back as fast as he could. His back slammed into the wall, and he knew that he was cornered. The tall woman continued her advance. She gripped the knife, and casually ripped it from her flesh, dropping it to the floor. The display of her unholy endurance broke him. Fear strangled his heart, and he felt tears burning his eyes. Weakened by the earlier blow, his bowels failed him, and released themselves into his underpants. A fairly solid mess tented his tight pants, and spread across his rear. The wet crackling was loud enough for him to notice, despite his terror. He had never soiled himself, never had an accident of any kind since he was a toddler. The tall woman seemed to relish his fear. She had slowed her pace, and had not broken eye contact with him. It didn’t notice when the cabinet behind it opened, revealing Lily. Leroy’s breath caught in his throat. What are you doing?! He screamed in his head. The tall woman followed his gaze, and turned around just in time for Lily to jump and smash a glass jar against her face. It recoiled at this, and grabbed its face in pain. No, he noticed, it specifically was trying to get the glass out of its eyes. The rest didn’t seem to bother her. Looking pale as a ghost and horrified out of her mind, Lily sidestepped the tall woman and grabbed Leroy’s arm. With all her might, she hoisted him up. Doing her best to support him and keep him steady, the two of them sped away from the kitchen. They heard the sounds of splintering wood and crushed metal behind them. -------------------------------------------- Right as May and Emile had reached the door and discovered it was locked, the sounds of violent rampage erupted from nearby. They fled to a nearby staircase that led down to the basement. May was taking the steps two at a time. Emile waddled behind her, not enjoying the sensation of his wet pants, evidently. They reached the bottom, but couldn’t see anything- the basement was pitch black. Fumbling around the walls, May soon found a light switch. She mentally thanked the renovators of this place. Flipping it on, the basement was actually less terrible than she was prepared for. She was prepared for blood, bodies, evil symbols on the walls; but instead it was… just a basement. “Whoa!” she exclaimed in shock when her eyes came upon a humanoid figure in the room. It dawned on her that she viewing her own reflection, and that an entire wall of the basement was inexplicably taken up by a mirror. When the shock wore off, she felt a droplet of urine run down her thigh. Inspecting her shorts, she saw they now had a small, wet stain just between her legs. “What? You okay?” Emile asked, looking over at her. “Yeah, just… Mirror scared me.” “Looks like it,” He said, smirking when he noticed the wet spot on her pants. “Hey, you’re one to talk. Your pee almost got us killed.” “It was a calculated move,” He said with his silly smile, “It’s gonna smell my pants and decide to eat you first, giving me time to run away.” “So it was all part of the plan?” “You bet. Now don’t piss yourself, you’ll ruin the plan,” He pointed to some old boxes, “Go crouch and pee over there or something.” “Fine, just stay over there,” She headed for the boxes, since she did need to pee. “You may find this hard to believe, but I actually don’t want to watch you take a leak,” Emile said as he occupied himself with looting the containers around them. May had to walk by the mirror-wall as she approached the boxes. She knew that in horror movies you should never look in the mirror, but she was just confused by its presence. Who puts a mirror in the basement? More importantly, who turns an entire wall into a mirror? That was weird. One of the boxes, the one against the wall, was pushed slightly back, creating a small alcove of privacy. With the mirror-wall in front of her, she’d get a first class seat to watch the show. She leaned a little, to use the mirror to peak at Emile and make sure he was minding his own business. Satisfied that he was, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. Just as she began to crouch and lower her clothes, she noticed a third shape in the mirror. It was a man. Dressed simply, like a farmer, maybe. His face was stretched into a rictus grin, and he stared at the empty center of the room. He carried a bloody axe in one hand. May fell on her butt, peeing forcefully into her shorts. The hissing was loud and a puddle quickly formed underneath her. Her urine washed over her butt, and wet the backs of her thighs. She must have made a noise of some kind, because Emile worriedly asked if she was ok. When she didn’t answer, he rushed over. He peered over the boxes, and was greeted with the dignified sight of her with her fly down and sitting in an expanding pool of piss. “What, did you slip?” He asked, suppressing a laugh. “Emile!” She whispered, while she clamped her legs shut to stop the flow, “Mirror!” He quickly picked up that was serious, and turned around. “What about it?” “You didn’t see that?!” “Something in the mirror? No I didn’t.” Had they not seen a monster just a short while ago, he might’ve been more hesitant to believe her, “What did you see?” “A- A man. With an axe. Didn’t look like he was cutting wood with it.” Emile was perturbed by this information. He scanned the room once again, but apparently saw nothing. “Wonderful… more shit trying to kill us.” He looked at her awkwardly, “So uh, we should probably get goin’,” May blushed and looked away, “... ‘m not finished… ” “Huh?” “Not done peeing.” “Er, well, just go!” He urged her. This time he did not give her much privacy, and stood guard right next to the boxes. It didn’t matter much, there wasn’t any point to not just finishing up in her shorts. With only a slight push, her stream picked back up, returning its wet warmth to her crotch. The puddle grew a little more, and the fresh urine reheated it. After the longest and most awkward few seconds of her life, she was done wetting herself. “... ‘kay,” Was all she said as she stood and zipped up her shorts. Urine dripped from her soaked butt, and cold drops raced down her legs. She stood, and joined Emile on the other side of the boxes. “Look on the bright side,” Emile said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “What fucking bright side?” “Now we match!” He pointed one hand at his urine-stained pants and the other at hers. “Shut up,” May replied, but she couldn’t suppress her smile. But that smile faded when she noticed the writing on the wall next to the stairs- writing that didn’t appear in the mirror’s reflection: THEY’RE IN THE MIRRORS! DON’T LOOK AT THEM! The last bit of urine she didn’t know was left in her suddenly found a new home in her panties. -------------------------------------------- Leroy was limping through the halls. Lily did her best to keep him moving, but he eventually had to stop. He clutched his stomach in pain. He nearly keeled over, and it was then that Lily heard a distinct crackling sound. She could tell then that Leroy had had an accident. “I’m sorry,” his voice was raspy from having the wind (among other things) knocked out of him. “Don’t be.” “It punched me, and then I thought, uh… Thought I was done for. It just kinda came out,” From her position at his side, she could see a growing bulge in the seat of his tight pants. “It got me good, too, now I can’t stop.” “I won’t tell a soul, promise!” Lily gave him a reassuring look. Then she blushed, and added, “You’re actually not alone,” She turned and lifted her skirt, giving him a view of her sagging diaper. The front was yellowed and drenched, and the back was brown and bulging. From the moment she heard the fighting begin, to the moment they ran away, she had been voiding her bowels on herself. When she actually faced the tall woman and attacked her, she knew was when she did the bulk of the soiling. In the few seconds it took for her to register that she wasn’t dead, she positively loaded the thing. Now her diaper was so wet and so full she was worried it was going to fall off of her. “Heh, guess I’m not. ‘Least your underwear was made to be crapped in, though,” He winced in pain, one arm gripping his stomach, the other his shoulder. For the first time, she noticed how badly his shoulder was hurt. “Come on, just a little farther, sweetie. Let’s find a room and see what we can do,” She guided him into a nearby room- once a bedroom. She led him to a soft-looking bed, “Lie down, Leroy,” she ordered, and he did so without complaint, even though she knew his mess made the effort more disgusting than it should have been. She removed his shirt and jacket, and cringed when she saw the massive purple bruise on his belly, and the deep gashes on his shoulder. She lifted the blanket on the bed, exposing the sheets. She struggled with them, attempting to rip them. When she succeeded, she wrapped the cloth around his shoulder, and bound it tightly. Blood quickly soaked into it, but it was the best they had. “How’s it look?” She thought on how best to answer him, “... Like you’ll have a cool scar.” “Awesome,” He sat up, scrunching his face when he felt his mess squishing underneath him. He threw his shirt and jacket back on, and stood. When he felt he could walk, they left the room. They returned to the foyer, making sure the tall woman was nowhere in sight. When they were certain it was safe, they advanced. Crossing by the stairs, the two of them caught sight of something and jumped backwards, Lily muffling a scream with her hands. Some familiar expletives caught her attention, and she saw that they’d bumped into Emile and May, who were equally startled. They had also both peed their pants. “Emile? May?” Lily said, utterly relieved. “Oh shit, you guys are alive!” May called out. The four of them came together with a brief hug. “Man, is it good to see you two,” Emile said. “Less great to smell you, what is that?” May added, kind of ruining the moment. The both of them looked at Lily, both clearly suspecting that she’d messed herself, when Leroy chimed in, “Don’t laugh, but that’s me.” “I don’t buy it,” Emile, narrowing his eyes at them. “No, for real,” He lifted his shirt, revealing the giant bruise, “that monster got me in the gut, made me shit myself.” Both their eyes widened, “You fought that thing?!” Emile asked in disbelief. “Good shit, man. Emmy wet his pants just from seeing it.” “At least I didn’t get scared by my own reflection.” “Guys,” Lily interjected, they stopped talking, “Leroy and I found an old note, and we have an idea how to get out of here.” “You do?” Emile asked, excited. “Yes sir,” Leroy picked up the explanation, “The thing that’s causing all of this apparently at the bottom of a well out back. We have to go find it and kill or break it.” “Sure.” “Okay.” They spoke almost in perfect unison, both readily accepting what Leroy said. “Well, uh, all right. Guess I should’ve known you guys wouldn’t ask any questions. Let’s go.” As they walked, Leroy lead the group, despite his injuries and relatively slow pace. Emile sidled up next to Lily, and spoke, “Don’t take this personally, but I refuse to believe you haven’t had an accident, too.” “Uhh, I went before we came in. Kinda for that exact reason.” He squinted at her, but seemed to accept the answer. The door to the backyard didn’t take too long to find. It opened out to a large patio with some old furniture strewn across it. The rain had subsided, but everything was still wet and dripping. The backyard was very large, and bore a few sheds, a pagoda, and a large well near the center. Lily could understand why the author of the note felt that the entity was in there; just looking at it filled her with dread. “The note we found mentioned that the tall woman knows if you get too close to the well, so stay away from it until we’re ready,” Leroy explained. “You got it,” Emile answered. “Sure, but slight problem,” May pointed to the well, “It’s boarded up.” Lily and Leroy turned to look at it, and sure enough, the top of the well was blocked off. Leroy groaned in mounting frustration, “Okay, so, we improvise! You two,” He pointed to May and Emile, “Hit up that shed, look for anything that might be able to break through. And rope, to climb down. Lily I will check out that shed.” She wasn’t eager to split up again, after they’d just reunited, but at least they wouldn’t be far apart. -------------------------------------------- May couldn’t get the image of the man with the bloody axe out of her head. She knew she didn’t imagine it. She knew it was trouble. As she and Emile slowly pulled open the door of the shed, she drew her taser, ready to stun anything inside. Much to her horror, one of the walls of the shed had also been fitted with a large mirror. “The fuck is up with the mirrors?” She inquired, unable to keep the fear out of her voice. “No idea, but check it out,” Emile walked passed her, and picked up something from an open box, “Rope! Halfway there already!” “Nice. See what else we got in here. A machete or, like… a gun would be cool.” The two of them set about looting the shed. Lots of useless tools filled the various boxes toolkits, things like screwdrivers and pliers. Nothing for breaking and smashing. May shoved a box over, and looked quizzically at the etching on the ground it had covered up. It looked like a circle with a symbol inside of it. Great, there’s the evil runes. There were more, resting underneath the various containers and detritus. She moved them, shoving them wherever they would fit so she could see what someone carved into the floor. Several of the runes had been tampered with, though. They were struck with something in order to damage them, or crossed out with additional carving. Words had been written atop the defaced runes: THEY BROUGHT THEM HERE, THROUGH THE MIRRORS DON’T LOOK As chilling as the message was, she was feeling quite vindicated. “Holy crap, May, look out!!” Emile shouted. May jumped to her feet in alarm. She had a feeling she knew where their attacker was coming from. Looking at the mirror, she saw that same man, with his same axe marching towards them. He dragged his weapon along the ground behind him. His face, still paralyzed in a grotesque smile, almost made her pass out. Her bowels immediately emptied, and with a loud burst of sound, she filled her panties. Wet mush erupted out of her, and created a bulge the size of an orange in her green shorts. She stumbled backwards, bumping into Emile. The two of them both fell down. May’s already wet and now messy backside landed squarely on Emile’s lap. The soft, semi-solid mass in her underwear spread across her rear, flattening out. She knew Emile had felt it, too. The man swung his axe while they both were trying to get away, and the blade landed between their legs, burying itself into the ground only inches away from Emile’s crotch. If he hadn’t already wet himself, she was sure he would’ve then. They tried to pry themselves off of each other, but their frantic and fearful movements just kept getting them stuck further in the mess of limbs and shed debris. The man pulled back, nearly freeing the axe from the ground. In a rare moment of brilliance, Emile brought his legs together, enclosing them around the axe. As the man pulled, Emile pulled back, not relinquishing the weapon. Taking the opportunity she’d been given, May shot forward with her taser. She had no idea if tasers even worked on evil spirits, but she had to try something. She drove the buzzing device into the smiling man’s neck. To her pleasant surprise, he stopped trying to retrieve his axe, and twitched as the electricity did its magic. After several seconds of tazing, the man seemed to dissolve into a sort of black mist. His axe disappeared as well. She supposed that was a victory, probably. She kept her head low, not daring to look into the mirror. The two of them grabbed the rope they would need, and slammed the doors of the shed behind them. Both of them were sweating and panting. “I… I definitely shat myself… ” May said between gasps for breath. “I know… I noticed… ” Emile said, confirming her earlier fear. May reached back and felt the severity of her accident. Her butt was separated from her panties by a layer of mess at least half an inch thick. Drooping down between her legs was a more substantial bulge. Her panties were blue, and she dreaded to think what color they had become. Looking over, she noticed Emile feeling his own bottom. He groaned after a second, clearly dissatisfied with his findings. “You, too?” “A guy almost cleaved my dick in half with an axe. Of course I crapped myself,” He picked up the rope, and half-walked, half-waddled forward, “Let’s go find the others and get this over with.” The back of his jeans bore a large brown stain. It looked like he unloaded quite a bit more than she did, and his mess hadn’t been flattened nearly as much. Consequently, he had a massive, rounded bulge on his butt that was tinged brown. The discoloration streaked a short ways down the backs of his legs, indicating his release was rather wet. Thus far, Emile had most certainly won the gold for accident size. Her own was considerable, but not enormous. She’d taken a look at Leroy’s earlier, and it definitely didn’t compare. She also waddled slightly, but nowhere near as much as Emile had to. -------------------------------------------- “Thanks for covering for me,” Lily said, as she and Leroy searched their shed. “Hm? Oh, about the smell thing? No worries. Technically wasn’t even lying.” “Still, it was nice.” “No it wasn’t. Totally selfish,” He said sarcastically, “I just wanna watch them freak out when they think you’re the only one who didn’t ruin their pants.” They both laughed. They searched in silence for a second more, when Lily asked “What do you think it is, in the well? Another monster?” “Dunno. Guess I’m with the note guy; the tall freak wouldn’t come to defend the well if whatever’s inside could defend itself.” “That’s fair.” She rooted through a container, finding nothing of use. “Leroy, I just… Thanks. If we do manage to get out of this, it’ll be because of you.” “Says the woman who glassed the monster right before it could kill me.” “And who pooped herself doing it!” She laughed, and Leroy chuckled. Her face darkened a little when she continued onto the next thing she needed to say, “And I just wanted to say… If we… If we don’t make it-” “Which we will.” “But if anything goes wrong, I just wanted to say that I love you.” “... I love you, too,” He stopped searching for a second to face her, “And I’ll be saying that to you again, in like, an hour; after we’ve escaped this place.” He returned to searching, and her eyes drifted down to his butt. On any other day, it was a fine butt to look at, but today… Today there was a particular lump there that she didn’t care to observe. She didn’t blame or judge him one bit, though. How could she? She was not only wearing a diaper, but had used it so heavily that she had to frequently pull it back to keep it from falling off of her. Each time she did so, the cold, wet fabric pressed against her womanhood, and her mess once again squished against her rear. It would take a hundred showers before she felt clean again. “Jackpot!” Leroy shouted, as he hefted up a sledgehammer. “That could do the trick.” -------------------------------------------- The four of them had reconvened a short distance from the well. In total, they’d found the rope and sledgehammer they needed, and had scrounged up a small hatchet pocket knife. In addition to May’s taser, that meant one weapon for everyone. Leroy and Lily had also been polite and not commented on May and Emile’s waddling gaits, or the foul smell that followed them. The plan was simple enough, but one mistake could cost all of their lives. All they had to do was smash apart the boards on top of the well, tie the rope to the post above it, and rappel down. At the bottom, well, they would improvise, as Leroy put it. Anything could have been down there waiting for them. Maybe it only wanted them to think it was vulnerable. Maybe it was just… a well. Nothing but water at the bottom. Everyone prepared themselves, readied their weapons, and said their prayers. “Ready, Emmy?” Leroy asked. Emile picked up the long length of rope and nodded. Lily and May took up spots on either side of the well, keeping a lookout for the tall woman. “Go!” In a flash of movement, the guys sprinted forward. Leroy hefted the hammer over his head, and brought it down with all his might upon the boards covering up the well. The head of the hammer smashed clean through them, creating a hammer-sized hole. As quickly as he could, he lifted it, and smashed once again. Striving to avoid Leroy’s swings, Emile set about tying the rope to the post above the well. He knotted, he double-knotted, he triple-knotted. The knot wouldn’t break on his watch. Lily and May were on alert, watching. They both saw the shadow moving passed the windows, the frightening figure of the tall woman. She knew they were attacking the well. She would be there in mere seconds. May’s paranoia of the mirror in the shed endured she kept an eye on it, too. Emile put as much stress on the rope as he could, and neither it nor the post gave way. Their ride down the well was ready. Just in time, too, as Leroy destroyed the final board covering the well, causing its many splintered fragments to descend into the dark pit. “Everyone in!!” He screamed. Emile went first, hatchet on his belt, ready to be drawn in case something was waiting for him below. The ladies ran for the well. Lily grabbed the rope, the makeshift gloves they’d made for everyone protecting them from rope burn. Once she’d gone, May turned to see Leroy standing guard, sledgehammer ready. “See you at the bottom, Lee,” She jumped in, grabbing the rope. The door to the backyard flew off its hinges. The tall woman, who normally moved at a steady stride, now charged at him as fast as it could. It would kill him if he tried to fight it. Once he had waited long enough for May to finish her descent, he turned and began his. Falling down a dark hole into the unknown brought him considerably less fear than being alone with the tall woman. He slid down the rope for some time, far more than he expected. When he finally reached the bottom, he and the others all stood stunned for a moment. At the base of the well was a spacious cavern. Mirrors were embedded in the wall every few feet. At the center of the cavern was a disfigured tree-like growth. Roots branched like veins into the earth above and below it. At the center of the growth, an eerie blue light emanated. There was a crash behind them, and the tall woman landed in the cavern. It hadn’t taken the rope, simply jumped. Once again, the thing’s frightening inhuman nature shook Leroy to his core. Wetness flooded his groin, racing down his legs. He lifted the hammer, preparing to fight, even as piss stung his thighs. May primed her taser, hoping it would work as well on her as it did on the smiling man. The tall woman rushed towards them. Leroy felt his stream of urine grow stronger. It targeted him, and pounced. He had learned to swallow his fear and dodge early after the last attack, and managed to roll out of the way without getting hit. The irregular movement diverted his stream, causing the stain soak the upper areas of his pants more than it should have. It also flung droplets everywhere. His hammer was heavy, and he couldn’t swing it at her before she could swing at him. He backstepped, dodging another feral swipe. He lifted the hammer over his head, brought it down. She grabbed it mid-swing, stopping all his momentum as if it were nothing. He stared in disbelief, and May took the opportunity to rush the tall woman, and tazed her in the back. Meanwhile, Emile and Lily set to work using their hatchet and knife to cut open the strange growth. From one of the mirrors on the wall, Emile saw the smiling man emerge. “Oh come on, fuck off already!” He shouted. Lily screamed when she saw him, having no idea who or what he was. “Lily! Trade!” He plucked the knife from her hands, and gave her the hatchet, “Keep cutting this thing, I’ll keep him busy!” She didn’t have time to object before he ran off to engage the smiling man. The man swung the axe horizontally with unexpected speed, nearly taking Emile’s head off. Unlike the tall woman, he never seemed to move very quickly. Emile danced around him, keeping just out of range of the axe. That is, until the smiling man swung, Emile dodged, and then the man used the new position of his axe to drive the handle into Emile’s face. He yelled in pain and took several dazed, wobbly steps back. May was dismayed to learn that the tall woman was worlds more durable than the smiling man. In only a couple of seconds, she overcame the taser’s shock. She turned quickly, and lashed out, striking May in the side of the head. The attack sent her flying, and she slammed into the cavern’s wall. She found that she did not have the strength to stand back up. At long last, Leroy was able to land a blow with his hammer. The weapon impacted the tall woman in the back, making a sound as though it had hit concrete. She was knocked forward only slightly, and turned to retaliate against him. He could hardly believe it. An attack with every last ounce of his strength didn’t even scratch her. He was completely powerless against her. He had one last idea. He swung the hammer, and she once again grabbed it. When her hand was occupied, he released the hammer, and bent low to scoop up some of the loose gravel along the floor. Remembering how much pain she suffered when Lily hit her in the eyes, he threw the handful of rocks into her face. As he hoped, some of them struck her eyes. Like before, it recoiled in shock and agony. He used the time as an opportunity to make sure May was all right. Lily had continued to use Emile’s hatchet, and had carved away much of the wood. She found something strange inside. At the center of the growth was something like an orb. A perfectly spherical mirror, she realized. She hacked more of the wood away, revealing more of what she hoped was their ultimate target. Emile was losing ground quickly to the smiling man. He dared to steal a look at Lily’s progress, and saw the strange orb. It gave him an idea. May couldn’t move, and Leroy was out of weapons. The tall woman approached him, claws bared. All he could do at this point was give her enough trouble killing him to buy the others enough time. Lily had exposed much of the orb when Emile shoved her out of the way. She didn’t know what he was doing, but he leaned against the growth and the orb, blocking them with his body. The smiling man prepared the killing swing, only for Emile to jump forward and dive under the man’s legs at the last second. The smiling man’s axe shattered the mirrored ball. The tall woman froze suddenly, then began writhing in pain. The root tendrils receded, began to die. The mirrors all cracked, then shattered. The tall woman collapsed, spasming as though she was suffering a seizure. The roots died and died, until the growth was nearly gone. The smiling man’s smile melted away, replaced by a look of horror. When the last of the unholy tree had perished, a blinding light engulfed all of them. -------------------------------------------- They came to in the woods, just a short distance from the house. Morning light was shining through the trees. “Did… Did we do it?” May asked. “I think we made it!” Emile could hardly contain his joy. “Let’s not celebrate just yet,” Leroy cautioned. He took several steps toward the house. The others followed. Emile and May laughed with sheer joy when they all saw people entering and leaving the house, packing up all the decorations and set pieces. “We fuckin’ did it!” Emile cheered. “And we still need clean pants… ” May observed, killing Emile’s happiness a bit. “Oh, by the way, Lily… ” Leroy began, walking towards her. “What is it?” He scooped her up in a tight hug, lifting her off the ground, “Love you, and I told you so,” he said. “Anyway, can we please get out of here; y’know, before some sees or smells us?” “I think that’s a good idea,” Lily agreed. “Dibs on the first shower,” May proclaimed. The argument that ensued was not a pretty one.

View File 200+ Diaper Videos for 2 Year Celebration Join us @ https://www.patreon.com/MnLover1234 As of the 5th this month, I have been posting for 2 years already! I was so excited that I took the past week to gather up tons of diaper content from all the special little nooks and crannies I have and put them all here for your viewing pleasure. Since I'm trying to broaden my content a little I tried downloading videos I usually don't watch but others may enjoy and hoped to have added some models that have been highly requested. I really hope you all enjoy these videos and I will do my best to keep uploading until I get to DiaperedOnline and Diapermess and possibly others coming in June/July. Please comment with any questions or if you just really liked the videos! Included in folder: Poopy Panther Bella Marie Cheshire Penny Barber Kimmie Daisy Diapered Amateur Girls Miss Panda Pants Nikki Kaylalouise LoveRachelle Odette Many more! Types of Videos: Wetting Messing Masturbation Spanking Bondage Story JOI Public Pregnant Diaper Sex Enemas POV Submitter Mnlover1234 Submitted 03/11/2019 Category Female AB/DL Messing  

View File Rachel's Massive Omorashi Twitter Treasury Ok, so I've been following the Omorashi Twitter Account thread for a while: And trying to figure out a way to download some of the videos. Well, I had a quiet afternoon and thought, heck, I'll download them all. So this is basically every video linked through the Twitter accounts on the thread. Many (about 50%) were no longer active, or shut down, or deactivated, so this is what I could grab. I have uploaded summaries of each just in case you are looking for something in particular. This is a mixed bag, so expect panty wetting, diaper wetting, peeing, nudity, masturbation, squirting and all that, there may even be one or two poop ones, though I tried to filter them out. It's a little hard to be discerning when you are downloading Twitter videos with one hand, and have the other down the front of your panties... ***Contains Nudity*** If there are any re-posts or specific videos you like, be sure to mention them in the comments. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 04/16/2018 Category Female  

Hello This is my first time doing anything like this I thought it would be fun to make a short story of each fun, pee themed activity I’ve done as I’m just getting into it. Please forgive any typos, I wrote all this quite quickly. Shower For a long time I’ve been fascinated with the idea of peeing standing up like a boy so I wanted to start in a place that was both familiar and would hold no evidence. Throughout my childhood I would never fathom the idea of doing something like this, but in my adult life that was quickly discarded. The sound of the running water would hide any noise I could possibly make and the actual act of showering would clean away the smell and any residue. The way my stomach fluttered in anticipation made it all the more exciting. To ensure I would be able to go at least a little I had refrained from bathroom usage all day. The next step was to figure out exactly how I had wanted it to be done, or more appropriate, what would would be the receiver of my first attempt of peeing standing up. There were several options, the floor, the odd little ledge things, the shower curtain. But I decided on the shower wall given I could simply hose that down after and for the longest time I had just always wanted to pee on a wall. To add a bit to the fun, I decided to the majority of my shower routine before attempting my pee plan so that way I was truly desperate. Finally it was time, my first time peeing anywhere but a toilet. Eagerly I turned towards the shower wall, placed my feet a bit more than shoulder width apart, bucked my hips forward, and parted my labia with my hands. A soft moan escaped my lips as I watched my stream shoot from me and cascade down the pristine, white wall. It felt incredible. I swayed my hips, painting the wall with now near giddy delight. I pushed harder, getting it to splash back at me against my thighs. When I felt myself nearing the end I removed my hands and let the remaining urine run warmly down my legs, pooling slightly at my feet before falling into the drain. This one experience started it all. The arousal and thrill I felt was enough to make me seek more. Later I tried something much more adventurous. After scrolling on forums for a bit I stumbled upon an new technique. Some girl described herself laying on the shower floor with her hips angled upwards, peeing on herself. That sounded fun. I wanted to try that. So I did. Turing the shower on while doing this would most definitely do something along the lines of water boarding me so I decided to forgo its involvement during this endeavor. This in its self was a thrill as anytime I’ve peed in the shower it’s been with the water running to hide what I was doing inside. Now I’d be able to clearly hear my pee splattering against the floor and now my body. For this activity I once again refrained from peeing all day so I could draw this out as long as possible. Eagerly, I lay on the shower floor. That ledge thing I mentioned earlier proved it’s worth as it was the perfect height for me to put my feet on to achieve the angle in my hips I was looking for. Without the encouragement of the running water I found it quite difficult to release my bladder. Plus being nearly upside down, which was completely unfamiliar, didn’t help. My whole life I’ve struggled with peeing anywhere but in a toilet in my own bathroom. This has led to my issues especially when traveling. I was near ready to give up. I took a few deep breaths, preparing myself, before clamping down on my bladder as hard as my muscles would allow. A small squirt shot out of me, maybe coming an inch and a half away from the source before falling down my lower torso. It was an odd but not unpleasant feeling. After that first spurt it was much easier to get another going. It still took a good push and didn’t last long but I was able to get better height on it. My confidence was growing with each spray. I ended up getting a little too confident. I must have pushed my hips forward a bit to much as with my next squirt, instead of it falling nicely down my body I got myself square in the face. That was not as pleasant. After a quick readjustment I continued, this time dipping my fingers in my stream, playing with the warm liquid as it shot from me and fell, running my fingers over myself, exploring this new sensation. I must have spent nearly 5 minutes playing with this before my muscles became to fatigued to continue. Well spent I rolled over on to my hands and knees and finished peeing into the drain in a very animalistic like squat. From the spot I did my deed the pee hadn’t been able to go down the drain, leaving good sized pee puddles on the floor around me. Yet another secret only I would ever know. Sink My first time peeing in the sink was in the middle of the night. I was going to clean my bathroom the following morning and I was feeling quite adventurous after peeing all over myself a few days prior. It was late and I really needed to go so I figured why not. My sink is built into a counter so I didn’t have to worry about breaking anything, plus I’m small so there was no risk of falling off. With ease I climbed onto the counter and squatted over the sink. I could see everything in the mirror. My position and the shear need to pee that was written in my face. After steadying myself I took a deep breath and tried to relax. But nothing happened. My body was so well trained that peeing in not a toilet was not something my bladder was going to let me do. Despite how desperate I was I had no interest in straining like I had previous so I decided on a different route. I simply went to my favorite site and watched videos of others successfully emptying their bladders. Sure enough, that worked. My pee began to gush out of me, splashing against the back of the sink. It felt incredible. I looked into the mirror and got the full view of myself going. I reached down to spread myself so I could get the best view possible. As it began to splash back on me a bit I made a mental note to do this more often. As my stream began to slow I turned the faucet on and moved so I felt the cool water flowing over my most sensitive areas. A way of cleaning yet enjoying some lingering feelings. Sink peeing because a very common part of my pee games. Some times I face the mirror so I can watch myself pee, others I simply sit on it I would a toilet for a quick and quiet leak. Standing As earlier stated, I’ve always wanted to pee standing. It’s thrilling to me to break the gender norms and using a urinal has been on my bucket list for as long as I can remember. But until I can get to one I needed to learn the basic. I had been peeing standing up for about a month now in the shower. But there it’s ok to be messy. In a bathroom, public or not, you have to aim and I needed to get really good at that if I ever wanted to use a urinal. First step was the toilet. After a bit of research I found the best way to start. I lifted both lids, took my pants and underwear completely off, and assumed the position I usually take in the shower. The instructions had said to use only two fingers to aim but for my first time I decided to use both my hands. I gave one good push and my pee shot out and missed completely causing me to cut it off and redirect. My next attempt wasn’t much better as I felt the warm stream hit and run down my leg. Then I gave too good of a push and it hit the back of the toilet. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t fun got be peeing on stuff I wasn’t supposed to. Finally I got my pee in the toilet and I was over the moon. I was finally peeing standing up, even if I had made a mess in the process. The only way to get better was to practice, so form that point on any time I was in my own bathroom and I needed to pee, I did it standing. Still not to a point where I could do it with my pants on without wetting my clothes but we will get there one day. Peeing standing is defiantly the way to go. One summer after a family trip I was just in the mood to do something a but more naughty so to speak. I had been so well behaved for the last two weeks, keeping everything confined to the toilet that I decided I wanted to try something new. The whole road trip home I was planning what I could possibly do that would be fun but inconspicuous. The whole time my bladder filled and filled as I purposefully decided to skip all bathroom break on the near twelve hour trip. By the time my house was in view I was nearly wetting my pants. On road trips I also won’t wear underwear just for the fun of it and for the access it gives me to myself. Any leaks I would have would immediately show on my pants which is a fun way of raising the steaks. I burst inside my house and raced up to my bathroom where my eyes landed on what would be my next toilet. My bathroom trash can. In reality, not that exciting but at the time my pee floating brain thought it was the best thing possible. I grabbed it, took out the plastic bag that lined it and waddled to my bedroom. With a swift lock of the bedroom door I tossed the trash can on the floor, stripped off my lower clothes and assumed the position. There on my carpet, in a trash can I did a standing pee. It was so loud. The sound of pee splashing again the plastic bin filled my near silent room only broken up by the soft noises I was making. After holding your pee for so long and needing to go so bad, the feeling is near orgasmic. I nearly forgot to aim it was so good. As I finished my stream tapered off and ended up on the carpet. A nice memento of the moment. That led to a new discovery, I liked in theory “marking my territory” so to speak. Looking at the small stain reminded me of my naughty adventure and made me want to see how far I could push that. Potty pads are an incredible buffer. So I guess if you want to pee in places you shouldn’t and don’t want the clean up throw one of the large ones down. That exactly what I did. I grabbed three. I wanted to pee on a wall like a boy. One was placed on the floor and I stuck the other two to the wall so they went floor to my hip height. The place I picked was across from a large mirror that would allow me to watch as a peed on the wall. I couldn’t help but giggle as I stripped and got in position. By this time I’d gotten much better at peeing standing up but doing this naked is way more thrilling. I used my fingers to spread myself as I fulfilled one of my fantasies. The absorbency of the pads was quite high, leaving very little run off. The pad at hip height was soaked by my stream. I swayed my hips, making sure I painted every inch of it. The pad under it caught all the run off and mere drops were on the pad I was standing on. I was so proud. As I gushed I watched myself pee in the mirror, turning slightly to get a good view of myself. I let my finger touch myself as I watched. It was glorious. It all came to an end too soon but it’s a memory and feeling I would hold on to. I had one pad left so I decided to come up with a creative use for it and save it till the next time I was desperate. Potty pad with *toy* That last pad I had I decided I was going to use it to experiment in a slightly different way. I set it on the floor, grabbed a handheld mirror and my air pulse toy. For those who don’t know, and air pulse is just like a vibrator but it uses air to give stimulation. It’s amazing and I would highly recommend getting one. I sat on the pad and spread my legs so I could see my most intimate parts in the mirror. I put my toy on the lowest setting and placed it between my legs. My plan was to pee while stimulating myself. For those of you who have tried this, it’s hard to pee and whack it at the same time. Or at least for me it was. My body doesn’t like to do two thing at the same time. It took a lot of coaxing to get my stream started. Once it got going I cracked up the intensity of the toy. The increased vibration made me pee harder and uncontrollably. It shot straight forward to very near the edge of the pad. I tried to stop it but I couldn’t. I moved the toy around my folds a bit causing the stream to soak my thighs. I pulled up making my pee arc upwards. I even let my fingers catch my stream. All this plus the highest setting of my toy gave me a world shattering climax. Bottle It was late at night and I had no interest of leaving my room. I was so tired yet my nagging bladder continuously woke me up. Earlier that night I had finished a bottle of flavored water and had discarded the bottle to the side of my bed. To my exhaustion brain that seemed like the perfect solution. With little regard to nearly anything I pushed my self out of bed, grabbed the bottle and dropped my pants. The cool air on me nearly made me leak as I fumbled with the cap. Standing, I did my best to position the bottle. So many times have I seen videos and heard stories of girls trying to do stuff like this and missing which has always confused me. Like just line up the holes. For me first time I must say I did a pretty great job. From now all the places I’ve peed my bladder had no trouble letting go and my pee quickly began to fill the bottle with a hiss. The bottle quickly grew heavy as I continued to pee, I was worried I was going to drop it and make a giant mess. The bottle felt so warm in my hands and I could feel it vibrate slightly just from the force of my stream filling it. I could just enjoy the sensation of peeing in place I technically shouldn’t as the bottle was a decent size and their was no chance of overflow. When it reached the half way point of the bottle I was finally done. I quickly screwed the cap back on, placed the bottle under my bed, and flopped back into bed without bothering to put my pants back on. With this new skill, now at night I don’t even bother thinking of using a toilet. I choose the bottle every time. Outside Peeing outside has always fascinated me. All the males around me have done it and I am not one to be out done. But peeing outside as a female is a lot harder especially when you’re not in the country but in the suburbs. As guy you can pretend to be doing something other than taking a piss. But it’s so obvious when a girl pops a squat to take a leak. I just needed to wait for my opportunity. It did indeed show itself. One night after taking my dog on midnight walk I found myself alone outside in utter darkness. My bladder was so full which only seemed to boost my confidence as I made up my mind. Tonight I was gonna finally pee outside. By my drive way there is a car parked by a row of tress, the perfect place to provide cover. I hurried behind it and on the grass patch. I threw my shorts down and squatted. The grass hadn’t been mowed in a while so the long blades tickled and completely hid my private parts. I thought I’d have to convince my bladder to let go like for anytime I try peeing a new spot but this time it didn’t. My pee flooded out of my like a river. It hissed and gurgled as the grass and dirt quickly absorbed it all, leaving no evidence behind. It was definitely worth the risk to pee outside. But my outside adventures wouldn’t stop there. I wanted to pee on everything. Next I wanted to pee on the concrete so I could see my puddle. This time there was no car or tree to block my actions. I was laid bare to the world that thankfully the darkness of night would cover. I quickly pulled my shorts down and squatted. My piss gushed on to the concrete creating bubbles as some of this was absorbed by the concrete while the rest pooled and ran down the slope of the driveway a little. It was much louder than peeing in the grass and in the stillness of the night it felt like everyone could hear what I was doing. My puddle grew, dirtying my shoes but I didn’t care. I sprayed the ground harder getting it to foam and splash. I could hear voices coming down the street so I did my best to finish quickly before fleeing the scene of the crime before getting caught. There was still one thing I really wanted to do. I wanted to pee on a wall like a man. Now I know I technically did this early with the pee pad but I wanted it to be real. To pee standing up and getting away cleanly my pants still needed to come all the way off. I had no interest in being pants-less in public. There luckily is and easy fix to this and I just wore a skirt with nothing underneath. I needed to find a wall that was out of view from everyone. The form of my house has large bushes and I am a fairly short girl. They would provide the perfect cover. Using the cover of night once more I slipped behind them and face the wall. I lifted my skirt and assumed my position. I was standing far too close to the wall as it immediately splashed back at me making me awkwardly shimmy backward to avoid getting soaked. But after that it was smooth sailing. I painted the wall with my piss. It trickled down and created a small puddle in the mulch. I felt just like a man coming home from the bar and deciding to take a leak wherever he like. My stream tapered off and fell straight down to the dirt as I quickly adjusted my skirt and snuck inside, making sure no one was none the wiser of my actions. Window I wanted to try something risky and fun. After much contemplation I decided to try something crazy. I was gonna pee out my bedroom window. My window faces the road on the highest floor. There seemed to always be someone driving the street in front of my house so this needed to be timed well. I waited and waited. All this time my bladder filled as I downed more and more water. If I was gonna do this I was gonna make it last as long as possible. When the clock said 1am I knew it wasn’t going to get anymore private and in all honesty I don’t think I could have held it longer if I tried. The road was near abandoned so I quickly began to prep. I opened my window, pulled he screen out of it, and pushed my blinds so they hung out the window and shielded my body from onlookers. Quickly I turned off all lights in my room and laid a potty pad where I was going to be standing. Yes, I was doing this standing not sitting on my window sill. I put my foot up on the ledge and spread my pussy open, feeling the cool night air on my moist flesh. I wanted to get as much distance as I possibly could for the fun of it. I angled my hips up and with a good push I shot my piss out the window and into the night. It arced at least nine feet away from me, falling into an awaiting bush. It was glorious. I angled my piss higher, watching it fall like rain. Though no one could see me, if they were to look out the window my pissing would be quite obvious. I bucked and wiggled my hips making my pee dance in the moonlight. I pushed harder and got it to hit the wall of my house, making a soft rain like noise. I rubbed my clit, letting myself be vocal as I continued to pee on the world below. It felt like I was peeing for hours yet at the same time it was over too soon. I let the last bit of my pee fall straight down my leg and on to the pad below. I didn’t want the experience to be over yet so I grabbed my vibrator and continued pleasuring myself. The curtain hid me from view but the thrill was still there and the memory still fresh. It was one of my strongest climaxes ever as I gripped the side of my window for dear life. It was so risky but I’d do it again given the chance. Diapers This was one I’ve been dying to try for years but the thought of ever going out and buying diapers was far too embarrassing and not mention how expensive they are! And honestly if you’re interested in diapers don’t try to DIY it, just get them you’ll be so much happier. After a terrible DIY diaper thag leaked everywhere and was just an awful mess, I caved and bought myself a pack. I slipped in the soft diaper, it hugged my body so nicely and the way my body responded was wonderful. I stood in the mirror just admiring how I looked in it, running my hands over it and hearing it crinkle. I was in heaven. Now all I had to do was wet it. I squatted in the floor and took a deep breath. I knew this wouldn’t be hard just from the amount of pee things I’ve done at this point my body no longer has trouble letting go and not to mention is really really needed to pee. But I was gonna savor this. Slowly I let my stream leak out into the padding which absorbed it instantly. I opened the waistband and looked down, watching my pee get hungry absorbed. I sped up my flow just to get it to pool a little before disappearing. Need quickly took over and soon I was power pissing into the padding. I felt it grow warm and heavy, the inner padding turning a light shade of yellow. I fully sat down, pressing my self deep into the wetness as I continue to pee. I was so worried I was going to leak but this must have been an amazing brand as it held it all. I was panting from the trill and the sensation of what I had just done. My body completely took over and I began to rut against the wet diaper. I began to tremble, my hips rocking faster and faster. The warmth was wonderful and with in moments I hit climax, going ridged then collapsing in the floor. Even the stress I just put this insanely full diaper through it still don’t leak. I laid there with it on for a while till it started to cool and become unpleasant. Clean up was so easy. I just opened the sides and threw it all away. Now once a month as a treat I left myself do that. Bag I saw these advertised on Amazon and I had to give it a go and considering I had a road trip coming up I thought it would be a great excuse. They’re sealable bags design to be peed in. They even have little funnel to make it easier. Knowing that, I quickly bought a pack and waited for them to arrive. They were much bigger than I thought they would be when I opened them. It looked like it could take quite the beating but I really wanted to test how much the bags could hold. I waited till I was nearly having an accident just like one would be while stuck in traffic before shedding my pants, sitting on my bed, and lining it up. My pee shot out of me and splattered into the bag. There was some sort of absorbent pad in the bag but I was peeing so much so quickly that it never stood a chance. The bag quickly became heavy and I had to use both hands to support it. It was so warm against my hands. My pee quickly began to approach a point where I was genuinely worried it would over fill but luckily my stream ended just in time. I quickly sealed the bag. My curiosity got the better of me as took the squishy warm bag of piss and began to rub it against myself, just enjoying the warmth. The pad inside was not absorbing my flood of pee so I decided not to test fate for too long and risk the bag leaking on my carpet. After a few moments of playing I quickly disposed of the bag and went about my day. That’s about it for now! As I do more things I’ll post more!

Hoi, so since I've been posting a lot lately, I thought I'd just condense things. It also makes it easier for me to respond with my Audhd :p. any way here's a fun lil diaper check vid to start things off 20240817_182237~2.mp4 oh oh and two pics

Hey all! I don’t post much but I had this experience last night and thought I’d share, because it was amazing. There was a small birthday celebrationlast night that my partner and I went to. Someone had edibles. It had been a long time since I partook in them, but I had about half of one. It took a while to hit, but by the end of the party I felt it starting to creep up on me. One major thing that happens when I use *snacks* like that, is they sometimes affect my medical conditions. In this case, my muscles in my legs weren’t working well. My partner and I arrived home. By this time I was in a bit of a fog. I felt awesome and was just enjoying the night, only vaguely aware of the slight pressure in my bladder. My partner, who is fantastic at reading me, knew the issue with my legs was just going to get worse and it would be harder to get me walking anywhere. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, he knows. Patiently, he took my hand and guided me to the bed. I could feel a warm, tingling sensation building around my pussy, almost bordering on an ache. He brought me pajamas and an adult diaper (white with tabs). He opened the diaper up as I peeled off my clothes, then laid back and let him help me fasten the diaper around my waist. I put my shorts and tshirt on. The diaper felt so soft and comfortable. I knew the need to wet it was building, but it was still in the back of my mind. I wasn’t too desperate yet. I could wait. Until then I would just enjoy the throbbing feeling in my diaper. I laid on my belly in bed, holding back any pee and grinding the front of my diaper against the bed, occasionally pressing a hand against it. It seems I was far more tired and the edible had been far more powerful than I realized, because I fell asleep fast, before I even realized I would. Several hours later I woke up, the fog lifting a little. It took a second for me to remember that I was padded and also what all happened the night before. I rolled over in bed, and that’s when it hit me. It felt like a wave overtook my bladder. I quickly crossed my legs and grabbed the padding between my legs, trying to keep it in. It made my pussy throb and ache. I tried to grind against the bed, but my bladder pulsated and a tiny leak escaped onto the padding. I let out a little moan. I had to go SO bad. I wasn’t sure the diaper would hold what felt like two bladders full of pee. I was worried I’d leak over the bed and wouldn’t be able to stop it. But I wasn’t sure I could make it to the bathroom. After a minute of pressing my hands hard against my crotch, I groaned and tried to roll out of bed. The minute I sat up, a large leak escaped into my diaper. The warm, wet feeling sent a shiver through me and aroused me. I took a deep breath, stood up, and….my bladder let go, as I stood helplessly groping myself, trying to slow the flow down. It took a good ten seconds before I was finally able to clamp down and stop it. The swell of the warm padding between my legs was overwhelming. I rubbed my diaper hard against my clit as it throbbed, aching for more. I made my way toward the bathroom, rubbing myself most of the way there in an effort to keep from peeing. I made it to the bathroom and closed the door, one hand still in my diaper. I felt my pussy pulsate as several drops leaked on my hand. It was at this point I knew I needed to cum before anything else. The wetness of my diaper rubbing against me and the feeling of my finger circling my wet clit was too much. I furiously rubbed my clit in my diaper, using the other hand to press the wet padding to me. In no time, I felt the climax building. I pressed my forehead to the wall, refusing to slow down. Suddenly, my body arched and I came hard, convulsing and twitching with ecstasy. It felt so good that I almost didn’t realize there was a slow trickle falling into my hand. I quickly removed my hand from my diaper, as the trickle became a hard, steady stream. I was peeing full force into my diaper. The feeling was so intense it almost made me cum a second time. I soon realized though that the diaper was filling up too fast. I ran over to the toilet and yanked off my diaper, trying and failing to stop the flow before collapsing onto the toilet. I’d filled the diaper so full and even peed a little down my legs in transition. I needed a shower, but oh god, was it worth it.

Does anyone have YouTube videos of Sammich and Lollipops?

I've had what I can only describe as an Omorashi Renaissance these past few months. I've really gotten back into it, doing lots of holds and wettings and even broken past my old limits. But this last week was incredible. I ended up doing various kinds of holds and wettings over the course of 5 days, and I wanted to share it with you all. Day 1: The evening before, I started with an attempt to drink a lot of water and then try and hold it in all night. However, it did not go as planned. Because I had drank some regularly before, my kidneys were already kinda ramped up in output. It was about 300 ml an hour, but it was enough. Only 1 hour after I had started my hold, and drank a liter, and while I was making preparations to go to bed, I was already at a 5/10 and fairly full, dancing and squirming around. There was no way I would be able to go to sleep like this, so I aborted the initial attempt. But I wasn't about to let this setback ruin my plan to see if I could wait until morning. So, after finishing my prep, getting some padding on, I started another hold, this time when I was ready to actually go to sleep. I had already had about 3 shots of Scotch during the evening, and there was one left in the bottle, so I elected to down some water, and then the rest of that, then go to sleep. Boy... that was a mistake. Time and time again, I've proven to myself that if I try to do a hold while asleep, and then drink a bunch of alcohol, I would end up wet. Fortunately I typically always have the good foresight to wear protection, and this was no different. It turned out about as well as you would expect... some time near 3 AM, I woke up. And I noted that I did need to pee quite a bit. However, I noted my padding was quite puffy, which meant I had already had an accident in my sleep. Quite groggily I thought "Well. So much for that idea..." and went immediately back to sleep. I woke up a few hours later after that, to puffier padding still, and with another urge to pee. I got up, changed out of my extremely full diaper, and went about the start of my day, heading to actually use the toilet before starting to work. But I wasn't done yet. Later in the day I started yet another hold, and started drinking, at just under 1 liter per hour on average. This time I made it my goal to make it until 6:00, or until Shizuku gave me permission, whichever happened first. It wasn't until about 3 hours in that I started to really feel it just as I wrapped up my work for the day, timed perfectly so I could focus on my work (strangely needing to pee helps me focus, at least to a point). 3 hours 30 minutes in, I had drank nearly 3 liters. I was getting desperate, and getting wave after wave of desperation and needing to hold myself and sit on a tennis ball to keep from peeing in my shorts. I began asking Shizuku to go pee. The unfeeling, logically sadistic bit of whatever language of code she was written in calculated my pleas. Then that same code, hidden behind that cute avatar, mocking me by smiling with her tongue sticking out, denied me. Then I decided I wanted to record at least part of my desperation. So I went to look for my tripod, but I couldn't remember where I had put it. Meanwhile I was dancing around, I needed to go so bad that I couldn't stop moving for any significant amount of time. So it was very hard to find it. Reaching up to take down boxes to search through nearly made me leak. Bending over and kneeling down to look in boxes and containers on the floor was torture. Then I spotted it on the floor by my bed, thank God! I set it up, stuck my phone on it, and started recording. (Uploaded as a .gif because uploaded videos taking up the full width of the screen isn't really to my liking, no offense to the owners as it's probably a forum software quirk) 3 hours and 45 minutes in, and I was in a bad state. Wave after wave of slammed into me, and I wanted to succumb so badly, but I wasn't wearing a diaper yet. I was still in my shorts, and I really didn't want to make a mess on the floor. So I had to keep it in until I was given permission, or could wait just one more hour. Just. One. More. Hour. The minutes ticked by and seemed to take forever. If I applied any significant pressure to my bladder some drops leaked out. I kept begging Shizuku to let me go, but she kept denying, and even adding more time because I asked too soon. By 4 hours, I had drank my last drinks, and I was absolutely bursting, having drank 3.4 liters. I was holding myself almost constantly, and I was on the verge of leaking. Then another wave hit me and I nearly peed right then and there. By the time another 15 minutes had rolled around, I was so full I could no longer stand up straight, and my bladder was screaming at me. I was starting to feel like I would dribble into my underwear if I stopped moving and stood up straight, spread my legs apart, or didn't hold myself. I asked Shizuku again, and again she denied me. Another 5 minutes passed, and my bladder was completely rock hard, and as wave after wave of painful bladder spasms happened, I lost more leaks into my underwear, and a bit dripped down my legs as I clumsily tried to record how desperate I was. I decided that now was the time to put some padding on, and did so. Once I did, huge waves of desperation rolled over me, and my muscles started to weaken. I lasted another two minutes or so before it just started coming out and I lost all control and began to wet myself full force. Once I was done, I laid down and rested for about 10 minutes, peeing whenever I felt the need as my bladder unstretched itself. Finally I got up and weighed it, and the result was astounding. I hadn't just beaten my previous record, set a mere 10 days ago... I shattered it. Subtracting the weight of this diaper when it was dry to to the weight it was now, I'd held 1304ml, nearly 150ml more than my previous record. Once I got myself cleaned up and dressed again, I bagged everything up, and practically passed out on the bed and slept for about 10 minutes before another massive need to pee overcame me. I quickly grabbed one of my pitchers I used to measure and made it just in time, before dumping it into the toilet, not bothering to measure. I continued peeing at steadily lengthening intervals until finally when it was bed time, I padded up as a precaution with some Goodnites, and went to a relatively uneventful sleep, waking up a couple times with a mad urge to pee and hobbling to the bathroom.

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View File Venus Messing Her Diapers Venus is a very cute diaper gil. (I love girls with short hair) Unofrtunately there are only around 3 clips of her mesing her diapers Here are two: The first she wets and messes her diaper and the second she gets an enema. Submitter cheese142 Submitted 08/19/2024 Category Female diaper messing