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  1. IT: Infant Tech By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Bolt Chapter 1: The Office Bolt readjusted his glasses. This was a nervous habit of his, which he would perform with relative frequency whenever he was working with unruly code. Sat in front of his desk, garbed in his normal office attire of dress shirt, black dress pants, classy shoes, and stylish bowtie, the husky was deeply immersed within the contents of his computer screen. The husky’s office cubicle was relatively orderly; a Newton's cradle and Rubik’s Cube served as the only available knick-knacks. The husky knew full well that too much desk clutter was a prime environment for distraction. Sometimes, however, a little distraction was necessary to allow his mind to wander just far enough for him to be able to get some perspective. He had been staring at his computer screen for about two hours straight at that point, and despite the blue light filter in his glasses he could feel his warm, brown eyes beginning to dry up just a little bit. A semicolon… really… that was the error? A sense of weariness suddenly overcame the husky. Moving his right paw, he delicately stroked his keyboard a few times until he had typed in the correction to his code. Bolt leaned back in his chair. He pulled down softly on his one droopy ear, another habit he often performed when deep in coding contemplation. Unseen, conveniently hidden in the break room by drawn blinds, two felines stood holding respective mugs of coffee. A caracal and tiger, the two giant cat species had their attention focused on the husky through a break in the blinds which the tiger held slightly open with an extended claw. Yuri’s had a singular protracted claw, his other paw holding the mug of joe in his paw with a firm, confident grip. Cinder, on the other hand, appeared to be every semblance of calm, cool, and collected. He lounged leisurely against the countertop, gazing down the bridge of his nose at the same husky that had just now caught his feline companion’s attention. “Another office crush, Yuri?” Withdrawing his gaze momentarily from gazing between the break in the blinds, the tiger gave the caracal his best withering look. Which, coming from a tiger, is quite an intimidating experience. The desert cat was left unphased, however, as he had been at the end of such an unflattering glance more often than not. Idly, he took a sip from his coffee mug and cocked his head to the side, his long, pointed ears flopping to the side dramatically. “Oh don’t look so grumpy, kitty cat. Shall I bring out the ball of yarn so you can feel better?” Yuri, who had grown used to the unwavering confidence that the caracal seemed to have a true abundance of, chose to ignore the comment and turn his attention back to staring at the husky. From his vantage point, he could see that the husky appeared to be well distracted and in the midst of work. Having only recently quit his temping position at the company, the husky was now able to exercise his full work ethic with the accompaniment of financial compensation. At this rate, he would be employee of the month in no time. Yuri’s golden, feline eyes pierced through the husky with a predator-like ferocity. Something inside of the tiger told him that not all was what it seemed with the newest member of IT. It was while Cinder was idly browsing through his phone, disappointed that he was unable to get a rise out of his tiger friend when Yuri gasped. Cinder knew this was important. Deftly placing his mug of coffee on the counter he pushed himself off the counter in a quiet, controlled leap landing right next to the tiger. “What is it?” He whispered softly, his feline instincts kicking in as the two cats’ slitted eyes narrowed as they gazed at the oblivious canine. Bolt sighed, stood up, and turned around to pick up a small laptop on the desk behind him. As he did so, an uncharacteristically large bulge in his rear end pressed against the seam of his pants. Cinder’s mouth dropped wide open, an uncharacteristically surprised face coloring the feline’s sharp, noble features. Yuri simply smiled, chuckling softly under his breath which came as a deep rumble inside of the massive cat’s throat. He spoke under his breath. “We got ourselves another one…” “This is the second one this month! How do they keep falling into our paws like this?” Yuri shook his head, a gratified smile across his muzzle as he placed a heavy, reassuring paw on the smaller cat’s shoulder. “Alright, like we did last time. I’ve still got the carseat set up and he looks pretty gullible. I think we’ll be having some good fun tonight, kitten.” Cinder blushed slightly towards the end of the tiger’s comment, knowing full well what the larger cat was referring to. It wasn’t so long ago that he had been the subject of the tiger’s cleverly designed trap. Yuri turned around, in a series of purposeful movements he drained the remainder of his coffee into the sink before depositing his mug on the dirtied dish rack. Taking out his car keys, he placed them on the countertop before departing. His striped tail floating majestically behind him, the muscular feline shouldered his way through the door of the office kitchenette and made his way over to the husky’s cubicle. Cinder had picked up the car keys, slyly lowering them into his pocket before silently exiting after the tiger, making his way towards the building’s garage level. The image of confidence, Yuri loomed over the husky casting a shadow over him. Bolt took quick notice of this, and turned around in his seat to gaze up frightfully at the intimidating fur in front of him, blinking several times. “Uhm… Can I-” “Yes, you can. I’m Yuri. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The cat extended a massive paw towards the husky. Bolt, recovering quickly, smiled in kind and took it on his own, giving it a firm squeeze as he replied with a clarity in his voice that took even him by surprise. “Hi Yuri, I’m Bolt. The pleasure is all mine.” Confident little scrappy mutt, isn’t he? Ohhh I like him… This should be fun! Yuri’s smile broadened, now feeling a sense of genuine delight at having witnessed a confident introduction accompanied by a firm handshake. He didn’t much like wimps, even though he did enjoy putting them in their place. Cinder had shown significantly less bravado than the canine in front of him, and only after he had discovered the truth behind the tiger’s intentions did he warm up. No, this pup has spunk! It’ll be even more fun to see him crawl now… Still smiling, the tiger motioned with a jerk of his head towards the elevator that led to the garage level below. “Bolt, I’ve got a few computer towers in my car that I worked on over the weekend. I really would have no trouble transporting them myself, but if you come along it’ll only take one trip. How about we use it as an excuse to take a break from work with a little aerobic exercise and a friendly chat, hmm?” Understanding quickly, Bolt nodded and smiled congenially. Closing down his computer, he stood up and nodded indicating that the tiger should lead the way. Yuri turned, and began to make his way towards the elevator. Glancing back briefly, to ensure that Bolt was coming along. Given the size of the cat, Bolt had to take a step and a half for every step the tiger took. The subtle waddle the husky was unconsciously exhibiting slightly was now more apparent. Suspicions confirmed, the tiger turned to face forward with a look of satisfaction on his muzzle. “It’ll be the grey minivan, the company likes its Chrystlers.” Yuri spoke, his tone a low rumble as the two entered the elevator and the tiger pressed a button marked ‘G’ while Bolt nodded in response. The two stood silently in the elevator, waiting patiently for the lift to descend down to the parking garage several levels beneath the ground floor. The company building itself was relatively massive, sporting fourteen proud stories above and three below. The two were stationed on the fifth floor, so the descent was relatively brief. Ding! The elevator doors opened to reveal rows of sparsely populated parking spots, the smell of concrete with a hint of car exhaust hitting their nostrils as Yuri led the way. “I’m parked towards the back.” He stated simply, his smirk hidden behind his turned back as he heard the husky behind him pick up speed to keep pace with him. Everything is running smoothly… “Alright, take a look at what I’ve got here for you!” Speaking confident, he opened the passenger side door with a flourish to reveal what was inside. It took Bolt a moment to process what he was seeing. In front of him appeared to be a baby’s carseat, except no ordinary one. This particular seat looked large enough to comfortably seat him, with an impressively robust five point harness that looked as if not even Yuri would be able to break through it. Stunned, the husky stood open mouthed for a few seconds while he tried to process what he was looking at. This was exactly the opportunity that Yuri and Cinder were looking for. “Now, before we get you snuggly buckled up for your car ride little guy, let’s check something really quick.” Unable to react in time, Yuri placed his hands underneath the husky’s armpits and raised him up effortlessly. Taken by surprise, Bolt let out a whimper while his legs dangled helplessly behind him. As suddenly as he had been picked up, he felt something fiddling with the front of his belt buckle. Twisting around, his cheeks burning bright red, he was able to catch a glimpse of the Caracal he had seen wandering around the office earlier trying to undo his pants. At last he succeeded accompanied by an exclamation. “Aha! There we are.” His pants now around his ankles, Bolt’s choice of underwear that morning was now on full display for both of the large cats to examine. “Just as I thought, we have a little puppy on our hands.” Yuri stated, a condescending but not unkindly tone in his voice. Bolt was now blushing furiously, his tail curled between his legs in a vain attempt to hide the large, white diaper that hugged his waist snuggly. It was apparent to both of the onlookers that it was designed with both comfort and absorbance in mind, as a trail of puppy paws ran from the front middle all the way through the back. “You won’t be needing these, I don’t think.” As Bolt spluttered, an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and smallness washing over him as he continued to be held up in the air, Cinder delicately disentangled his pants from his ankles. Now, he wore only his work shirt and sneakers, which made him feel incredibly exposed. The tiger looked him up and down, an expression of approval across his muzzle while Cinder neatly folded the husky’s pants and placed them under his right arm. “Cinder, do me the favor of checking the puppy’s diaper, would you?” At the direct mention of his padding, the husky’s ears folded against the top of his head. Tail tucked between his legs, cheeks burning, and ears pinned, the canine was the spitting image of an utterly flustered pup. Grinning, Cinder placed an authoritative paw over the front of the dog’s thick padding, squeezing gently before cupping the back in turn. Pressing it upwards, as if to further remind Bolt of what he was wearing, the caracal shook his head as he replied. “Still dry, surprisingly enough,” Cinder commented. “Well then, I think we should do something about that,” said Yuri, giving the husky a large, toothy smile before depositing him into the oversized booster seat. “W-wait a second! I一mmpf!” Bolt, having finally been able to find his voice, barely managed to splutter out a complete sentence before he was silenced by Cinder, who had apparently been waiting for such a moment. Crossing his eyes, Bolt looked down to see what had interrupted his exclamation while Cinder tightened something behind his head. His vision obscured by the caracal’s red-orange fur, the husky only became aware that he had been fully buckled into the carseat when he felt the harness tighten over his shoulders, waist, and onto the front of his diaper pressing it up against him. The husky’s heart was now beating quickly, limbs flailing. As if in anticipation of this, Yuri swiftly grabbed each of his wrists and looped them through soft, padded cuffs. His wrists now suspended by his head, his arms held upwards in an incredibly vulnerable position, he found that he was no longer able to struggle as effectively as before. Cinder had grabbed his ankles and pulled them through a similar set of cuffs that prevented him from raising his ankles more than a few inches away from the bottom of the carseat. Both cats stepped back and took a moment to admire their handiwork. Bolt looked down to see what they had done to him, a lock glowed softly from a small panel that served as the center-point for all of the buckles. From what the husky could gather, the locking mechanism appeared to be activated by a touchscreen, the key to which he was sure was possessed only by the two felines in front of him. “Aww, I think he looks pretty cute! That pacifier won’t let much more than a whimper through, pup. So you can whine all you want on the ride home!” Cinder extended a wiry arm forward, gently booping the tip of the husky’s snoot. Yuri appeared pleased as well, his arms crossed and looking down at the incapacitated fur as if he were appraising a prized possession. Speaking softly, and without breaking his gaze at the pup, he placed a car key into Cinder’s paws. “Yes, I think he does. Take the highway, kitten.” It was Cinder’s turn to blush, which he barely managed to conceal as he lowered his vision and nodded, opening the door next to Bolt’s and sitting himself down in front of the wheel. Moving with the impressive display of control that all large cats appeared to inherently possess, Yuri sat down in the seat next to Cinder's, looking back at Bolt in the rear view mirror. “I encourage you to behave, puppy. This will be fun.” With that statement hanging in the air, Cinder pulled out of the parking garage and had merged into city traffic within a few minutes. Bolt was still trying to process what had just happened to him. The two cats had seemingly quickly found out about his little secret before he had had the chance to react. He was now pacified, gagged, restrained, and being transported to who-knows-where. Despite himself, to make matters even worse, he was beginning to feel himself become aroused at the restrictive tightness that five-point harness seemed to impose on the front of his padding. Wrapping over his shoulder, with three straps ensuring that his waist and diaper were snuggly pressed against him, there seemed to be no hope of escape. He was completely at the mercy of the felines sitting in the front seats of the car. The car ride passed in silence, Bolt pulled helplessly at the restraints holding his limbs hostage but to no avail. Yuri would occasionally look up in the rearview mirror, Bolt could see that his eyes were wrinkled as if he were smiling, hidden from view from the husky’s limited line of sight. Whatever the tiger was thinking, it was causing him great pleasure.
  2. Chapter 1 Scott could hardly contain his giddiness as he turned his steering wheel to make a left at the intersection. After several weeks of careful planning, scheming, checking, and rechecking, he finally had a free weekend for himself. He had spent those weeks ordering discrete packages filled with supplies of a particular nature and tinkering in his garage on a device that he hoped would be able to fulfill his wildest fantasies. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he put his blinker on and changed lanes, wanting to get home as soon as legally possible. Scott had had a great week at work, his boss had been admiring the white leopard's progress for a while now. He had recently designed a filing system that, according to his calculations, had increased the company’s data storage system by a whole 12.4%. The subsequent increase in efficiency had also increased his paycheck to a much sizable amount, which he had recently been putting to good use. Scott was a brilliant engineer and computer programmer, his passion for creation had brought him to work for Sky-TEC industries, a company that specializes in creating computers whose processing power and ability to complete tasks in incredibly low amounts of time had brought them up to one of the best technology companies in the world. But as brilliant as this company was, Scott was just a little bit more brilliant. Scott had quite unmistakably come into contact with a piece of technology that was top secret and incredibly powerful. Many would use it for great evil, while some might use it to achieve near indestructibility. Scott however, wasn't particularly interested in any of those things. Scott had some very private tendencies that he had never shared with anyone since he was a child. Specifically, he loved indulging in infantile fantasies, imagining himself just like a little kid again. From feeling the warmth of a freshly soaked diaper, to the pleasurable struggle of being put in bondage whilst wearing a soiled diaper, unable to do anything about his current predicament, to the wonderful childlike freedom of just wearing a diaper and t-shirt whilst watching children's shows on TV. Scott had spent a good amount of time imagining exactly what he'd love to do to or by himself if he had the time and resources to fulfill his fantasies. Fantasies that he hoped would be fulfilled very soon. Scott pulled into the driveway of his comfortable little home. It wasn't anything special, he had little furnishings to decorate it with, but it had what he liked to consider an "aesthetical amount of space". He turned off the engine, grabbed his shoulder bag, and exited the car, walking into his garage. He flicked on the lights, and as the light bulbs blinked awake the device that he'd spent months on putting together sat on his workshop table. To put it bluntly, Scott had been programming a device that would essentially stop time itself. Through a combination of biotechnology, an improbability-engine, and a calculator that essentially worked on the whimsical nature of the polarity of electrons whirling around in titanium atoms in the contraption, the device was able to access the particular genetic code of the user and ignore all cells with the sequence, then continue to all other organic matter and inorganic matter and "freeze them in place". Scott didn't fully understand it, but he knew how to put the parts together and calibrate the machine. One might think that experimenting with such a device would be incredibly risky, but Scott had that figured out as well. He had coded in a fail-safe into the device. If a large amount of cells of the individual who had activated the device began to shut down at a rapid enough pace indicating possible death, it would essentially reverse the freezing process restoring reality to normal. Scott picked up the device with baited breath. It didn't look like anything special, like a TV remote except with fewer buttons and what looked like more volume controls. He connected his phone to the remote and fed it information about the current time, position of earth relative to the sun, and relative temperatures around the world. He hoped that the device would be able to send out the proper frequency into the molecules around it, setting off the time freezing reaction properly. He knew that if it failed, it may fail spectacularly, possibly even harming him despite the fail safe. A green light on the device shone, indicating that it was ready to be activated. He closed his eyes, pressed his eyes shut, and pushed a large red button with his finger. A loud rushing sound echoed through his ears, he fell backwards sputtering and coughing, he felt as if everything in a single part of his body was getting lightly tickled with electricity, he yelled in alarm, but before he could yell for more than a second it all stopped. Scott looked around. Everything looked. . . normal. He went over to the garage switch and pressed it, a whirring sound came from the door as it opened. He padded outside and his jaw dropped. Birds hung eerily in the air, much like bricks don't. Leaves stood stalk still, frozen as a gust of wind was blowing through it. Scott fanned himself with a paw experimentally, looking at it as he felt the air particles against his whiskers and fur. He had done it. He had created a device that stopped time. It stopped time for everything and everyone! Everyone, except him. Scott hooted and hollered! He started running down the street, passing cars with passengers in them halfway through a sip of coffee, forming a word as they talked on the phones, or smiling jaws and maws agape as they sang to their favorite car songs. Scotts saw planes and clouds, unmoving in the sky, felt the warmth of the sun on his fur as it peeked behind a cloud, permanently, until adjusted by the remote of course. Scott stopped running in the middle of an intersection and turned around and around, taking in the view. He laughed, joyous that he had achieved something that most thought was only possible in sci-fi movies and fantasy novels. Suddenly, he remembered why he had gone so ridiculously out of his way with his invention. He turned tail sprinted back to his house and got quickly inside, closing his door, not bothering to lock it. Who would try bothering him now if every ‘who’ was frozen in time? He walked inside his sparsely furnished living room and opened one of the brown boxes he had sitting there. A fresh waft of baby powder and ointment met his feline nostrils as he admired the contents of the box. Within it lay several large, fluffy adult diapers, each themed with little cartoons of various baby animals wearing diapers. Some looked sleepy, others laughed in joy, while still others were too busy with a toy to do anything else. Scott shuddered with excitement and let out a shaky sigh. Finally, I can unwind like I've always wanted to. He thought, as his tail twitched in anticipation. He looked at the other boxes, knowing that what they contained would only increase the amount of fun he was about to have. He grinned, and speaking aloud to no one said, “It’s going to be a good weekend."
  3. Curse of the Crinkle Crate Composed by Horatio Husky Featuring and Commissioned by Kazard the Fox! Chapter 1 The Box I… Want… Couch Time… Now… were the thoughts of a certain blonde-haired fox, as he absentmindedly fumbled with the keys to his small, cozy home. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyelids half open in a vacant stare as he maneuvered his key into the lock of his front door. The day had been absolutely miserable, all of his clients had been in a bad temper when he spoke with them about their problems, and one of them even seemed to believe that the fox didn’t really know what he was doing. Of course, he knew what he was doing! He’d graduated top of his class by no small miracle, the fox was very talented at his work, but the lack of appreciation and frustration that was thrust upon him by his clients was not something studying could have prepared him for. At last, the key turned, and the door swung wide open, shouldering his bag he strode inside and carelessly dropped it in the front hallway, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him with a click, locking it once more. Give… Me… That… Couch… thought the fox once more, as he strode into his living room. However, his couch did not seem to be on the agenda just yet, for the fox almost tripped over a wooden box in the center of the room. Kaz was taken aback, how had this gotten in his home? He didn’t remember lugging a rather plain, heavy looking wooden box into his home. Its dimensions were around two feet by two feet, and a foot and a half tall. Kneeling down, his tail now twitching with apparent interest and curiosity he inspected it closer to find that its lid was hinged, with the front opening to the container facing towards him. What on earth… Did somebody break in and leave this here? He thought to himself, as he reached forward with a paw and tentatively opened the strange box. The lid thumped onto his carpet as he gazed into what was held within the strange item, and was even more confused to see that the box only contained two items in it. A thick square of plastic upon closer inspection Kaz found to be a white, adult diaper, and a note next to it, written in fancy cursive. He picked it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he perused through a short poem, a strange feeling of warmth he didn’t recognize bubbling up in his insides as he did so. For a year and a day obedient shall you be, To the rules and whims of the box at your knee, Letters and rules shall be provided from these wooden confines, Giving you instructions, tasks, items, and lines, And lest you not listen to my behest, Shall you not have your day-to-day be the best! For control and independence are no longer yours From now you’ll always be clad in diapers! Diapers? Control? Is this all some sort of prank that got delivered into my house that one of my friends managed to sneak in? He turned the note over and found that more was written on the back of it, this time not in the mysterious cursive font as on the front. The rules are simple, Kazard. For a year and a day you will be completely unable to control your bladder nor your bowel, making it that at any time whatsoever, you will completely and utterly mess and wet yourself anywhere you are. Within this box, you will find your solution to this new conundrum in your life, which you have agreed to participate in by opening this box. Whenever you open this box you will be supplied with plain white diapers perfectly matched to handle whatever punishment you give them. It is recommended that you also invest in other supplies related to padding, such as powder and anti-rash cream, but those are up to your discretion. You may try and not wear your diapers, but you will find that it is wiser to comply with the rules and keep yourself nice and secure; your continence will not return either if you do not obey the rules set before you. If you wish to communicate with the box, you must do so through a bargain written on a note to express your wishes. However, be warned: the box is liable to interpret and balance any request or boon as it wishes if whatever you offer is not of equal value, so it may be wisest to obey as instructed and keep yourself diapered at all times of the day, otherwise, the consequences will be severe. With that, we hope you enjoy your next trip around the sun padded up! This has to be a joke… Boxes that interpret poetry and supply diapers whenever opened? This isn’t even a funny prank, this is pathetic. The fox dropped the diaper and note back into the box with contempt, what a stupid thing to waste his time with. He got up, the couch now forgotten as his stomach rumbled its hunger aloud to the room. He padded over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and rummaging through his dry food cabinet, retrieving a large bag of chips. He held the bag in his maw as he stretched, reaching up to the higher shelf to grab himself a chocolate bar. It was just out of his reach, and he strained, leaning against the counter to support his weight as he grasped after his sweet. The counter must have been wet, however, for he looked down as he felt something damp against him. The bag of chips dropped out of his mouth and onto the counter below him. The counter hadn’t been wet, no. It was he who had gotten wet.
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    Note: This game is in alpha, meaning that the file will be updated frequently with new content, changes, and bugfixes. You may wish to follow the file so that you can be notified when it updates! (See also: this thread) There are tons of ABDL games out there which put the player into the role of a high schooler/child. Others see you start the game as an adult and regress into a child, while interacting with other "children" who have suffered the same fate. But what about those of us who are into desperation and diapers, but would prefer to remain an adult? What about those of us who want to engage in sexual content without involving minors, fictional or otherwise? Enter PANTS' Labyrinth. (With sincere apologies to Guillermo del Toro) This is a text-based adventure game which begins with your eventful entry to Penny's Adult Nursery / Training School. Accompanied by Penny, the labyrinth's eponymous caretaker, you, the player, will journey through a labyrinth filled with dungeons, dragons, ...and diapers. Will you be able to escape, or will you stay here forever? Note: Initially, this was intended to be a version of Sunny Paws Day Care without age regression, built from scratch. However, I later decided that doing so would restrict me from adding everything I wanted to add to the game. As a result, the first two areas are very similar to the first two areas of Sunny Paws Day Care (the latest version of which contains dialogue and general polish I added). I reached out to the original authors, and both gave permission to use any/all assets. If you're a fan of SPDC, you'll like both the familiar aspects and the original ones. "How do I play?" This game requires Quest 5 to play. You can download it here. Planned Features Seven different areas to explore, each littered with useful items and interesting interactives (2 completed so far) Eight different NPCs to befriend, each with their own design, dialogue, and one or more wetting/mess and/or sex scenes (which you have the option to opt out of based on kink preferences) (2 completed so far) Character art for every NPC- commissioned from artists across the NSFW community (2 completed so far) Inclusive gameplay - During character creation, you will enter your character's name, select their gender (Male/Female/Nonbinary), and select your genitals (to accommodate all players out there) (Completed) Realistic stats - Manage bodily needs, diaper attraction, continence, and even arousal while traversing the labyrinth. Wetting/messing erodes your continence, and your environment will If you run out of food, Penny can magic some up for you- but you may not like what it does... (Completed) Random encounters with over 20 different enemies, each with its own unique (3+) moveset, loss scene, and submit scene (7 completed so far, and encounter script is completed) Over 30 different pieces of equipment, including clothing, weapons, and 6 types of underclothes (10 completed so far, as well as all 6 types of underclothes) Over 100 different wetting/messing scenes, which consist of both text and (short) wetting/messing gifs, with different gifs (and scenes) for underwear, pull ups and diapers. Read the Changelog to see what's in the most recent version. Changelog This game is in alpha, meaning it will very likely have bugs which impact your enjoyment of the game. If you'd like to help me fix those bugs, please report them in this thread, preferably with screenshots attached. Thanks a ton! I hope you enjoy the game! (Upvote pls?) Last note: This game will always, always, always be available free of charge to everyone. However, all commissioned art is paid for out of my own pocket. So if you enjoy the game, or just want to throw a buck or two to the artist community (because let's be honest, quality art sure ain't cheap!), my Ko-Fi tip jar can be found here.
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  6. Hey guy! yesterday I bought myself tena diapers ! I love them so much , they hold a lot but my bladder was so full that I leak a little , after my wetting I masturbate and I cum so hard ! The best thing of the week ! And here is some pics of my wet pants
  7. It's been a while, but here's a new story. Probably less narrative-based, more just vignettes, about a young woman who wears diapers 24/7 because she prefers "going to the bathroom" in her pants. Chapter 1: An Average Summer Afternoon Rob and Olivia waved goodbye as the final guest left the Smith house, where Olivia lived with her parents. As they watched Cassidy drive down of the cul-de-sac, Olivia grabbed Rob's arm and pulled him back towards the backyard. "Thank goodness, I can't hold it any longer." Olivia nearly jogged behind the house and into the landscaping. She relaxed with a sigh as she began to poop into her black compression shorts. Rob was no stranger to Olivia's "accidents". She'd told him that from a young age she'd resisted being potty trained and to this day had weak bladder and bowel control - when she cared enough to hold it, anyway. Most of the time she wore diapers, thin ones to class that usually leaked by the time she got back from campus, and thicker tape-ons at home. But in the interest of keeping this from all but her most trusted friends she had forgone protection today in favor of some black compression shorts. She knew by experience they wouldn't show the "accident" she was almost guaranteed to have. This proved true, no one realized that the reason Olivia had sat down in the grass an hour or two ago was to pee in her pants. Except for Rob, that is, who at this point knew all of her tells. He knew to listen for the faint hiss of pee hitting her panties as she gossiped with another girl and struggled to resist his erection. Presently, Rob watched Olivia push an orange sized lump into her pants. It was a hot day and she was wearing a light, pink crop-top over a bandeau that Rob couldn't wait to rip off of her b-cup breasts, now that everyone was gone. They'd been hanging out in the backyard all afternoon, and this being Olivia's home she wasn't wearing shoes or socks. This was a good thing, as they would have been ruined by the pee that was now running down Olivia's muscular swimmers' legs and turning the dirt to mud beneath her toes. Another push, expanding the bulge in her elastic shorts, and she was done. Rob was unable to conceal his erection now. "I feel so much better now," Olivia sighed, before lowering her voice and cupping Rob's crotch. "Now that everyone's gone, want to go make out?" They entered through the back door into the kitchen, where Olivia's mom seemed to be getting ready to leave the house. If Rob and Olivia's friends were oblivious to Olivia's accidents, her mom was not. "Oh honey, did you have an accident?" "Sorry Mom, I was trying to hold it until everyone left but I couldn't make it inside." This was a total lie, but one she had told enough that Olivia's parents accepted it. The truth was that, while Olivia was very accident prone, she often just didn't feel like making it to the bathroom. She liked the feeling of going in her pants, and she was lucky enough to be dating Rob, who was turned on by it. "Well then," said Olivia's mom, "Rob dear, could you make sure she gets cleaned up before you go? I'm heading to the store." "Sure thing Mrs. Smith!" Rob replied, trying to mask his excitement. Mrs. Smith was soon out the door, and with the house empty, Rob and Olivia were all over each other. They laid on Olivia's mattress-protected bed, one of Olivia's hands down Rob's shorts, one of Rob's cupping the wet mass under her butt. Olivia peeled off her compression shorts to reveal a pair of pink incontinence panties now far past their limit and soaking wet, tight enough around her thighs to contain her mess. She pulled Rob's shorts down and began grinding her soaked crotch on his rock hard dick. The absorbent material of the incontinence panties gushed still-warm piss with each movement. Soon Olivia reached orgasm and collapsed on top of him, trembling, and with her orgasm Rob felt a new wave of hot pee stream over him as Olivia's bladder voided involuntarily. This was characteristic of Olivia's orgasms and Rob's favorite part of making her cum. Accordingly, he soon came all over them both. The two showered together, and luckily none of Rob's clothes were harmed during their lovemaking. Olivia needed a new outfit though, which started with a thick, double-taped adult diaper that Rob helped get her in to. It was getting late and Rob did have to go home, so Olivia skipped a bra and threw on a baggy sweatshirt that he loaned her, as well as a pair of athletic shorts that did nothing to hide her diaper. Finally, she kissed him goodbye and he went home, Olivia's new diaper already slightly damp.
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  9. View File My WWE 2k22 is not like the others... Welcome to the NBL! The No Bathroom League!!! Yea so... I spent WAY too long making character designs for WWE 2k22 of girls with wet pants and diapers. Instead of uploading screenshots, I decided to make a little trailer thingy. So enjoy... this is how I play this video game now. Participating character models: Trish Stratus Ariana Grande Sasha Banks Alexa Bliss Selena Gomez Peyton Royce Liv Morgan AJ Lee Rose from Blackpink Jennie from Blackpink Kayla Braxton Cora Jade Zelina Vega Kairi Sane Submitter Hitman Hart Submitted 07/01/2022 Category Female  
  10. (Hi everyone! I'm back again with a second attempt at an interactive story! This one has a lot more story though. I'm leaving these open-ended though. I might put certain choices, but mostly it will be all up to you. I know this isn't the place to say it, but try to make your answers and stuff make sense. Hard to work with an answer that wont make sense. If there's a tie in answers I'll decide which one goes. It'll usually be the one that advances the plot more. Thanks for reading this!) The Plot: Saria's life is a big part of this I say.. But the big later on story is...: Saria stumbles upon a mysterious book and gets pulled into an ancient world. The world is facing a big threat so it's up to Saria and her party members to save it. Chapter 1: A terrible night's sleep. The time was 10 PM, Saria laid in her bed trying to fall asleep. Her mind kept drifting from the sound of her parents arguing to the sound of the water running upstairs. She felt the need to pee, but she really didn't want to leave her room with her parents arguing. She was so glad to be moving out soon. The screaming got worse and worse. Her parents used to be happy together... What changed? After an hour or two, she managed to fall asleep, but she woke up at 3:24 AM to a warm wet feeling in between her legs and all over the bed. Saria quickly jumped up, but she couldn't stop herself her pee continued to flow out until she shoved her fingers into her pee-hole. This never has happened before, sure she's used to going to sleep while needing to pee, but it never leaks. Her pajamas are soaked and she doesn't know what to do. Her bed is soaked. She decides to waddle to the bathroom making sure to do it very quietly. Even though she was 19 her parents still hated her being awake late. They would surely punish her for being awake this late. Saria makes it to the bathroom, but the door is locked. She's not sure why, until she glances around the area and sees shattered dishes and scratches on the wall. Saria's mom was hiding herself in the bathroom. Saria sighed and walked back to her room. Their upstairs bathroom was in the middle of being worked on so the door was definitely locked. Saria still had to pee badly. She didn't know what to do. What should Saria do? You guys get to choose what she does. Open-ended. Plot advancers: 1.) Finish peeing in clothes 2.) Try to hold it until morning 3.) Knock on the bathroom door 4. Go pee outside (The plot advancers guarantee the story moves on. Your choices usually will as well. These act as recommendations in case you can't think of anything. I have a lot of lore and decisions planned. I encourage everyone who reads this to vote on something. It'll make the story better and more frequent. That's it.)
  11. Wendy’s Week In Diapers – Part 10 When I was called to the telephone at 6:30 I assumed Wendy had reached the end of her endurance or had to use the potty. Imagine my surprise when Judy's voice greeted me. "Hi. I came over to visit and found your wife in need of some special care. If you tell me where the keys are I'll see to it." I was stunned. I searched my memory for clues about Judy's reaction on Tuesday night and tried to pick my words carefully. "How do you mean?" "Let's put it this way, Jim, I can follow an example. Don't worry. We have more in common than you know. Trust me for now, and we'll have a nice long talk when you get home." With my hands shaking and my erection throbbing I told her where to find the keys. The last point had to be addressed. "Are you going to...?" "Leave things the way I found them? You bet. Bye for now!" The next 90 minutes were the longest in my life. My imagination ran wild as I pictured what was going on between Judy and Wendy. I almost ran the red lights on the way home. Judy's car was parked on the street. I ran up the walk and burst through the door, not knowing what to expect but anxious to see it nonetheless. Judy was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. I was surprised to see she was wearing a short black mini skirt and a white silk blouse and while I had thought she preferred more sensible shoes, a pair of black spikes set off her outfit. She looked very dominant and very powerful. But Wendy was the real reason to stare. She was kneeling beside the couch wearing nothing but her diapers and the locking belt. Her hands were held behind her back somehow, likely the handcuffs. The geriatric feeding gag had been strapped into her mouth and each nipple sported one of her hair clips. Her cheeks were crimson and beads of sweat had formed across her brow. She looked at me demurely over the flange of the gag but kept her eyes lowered. I felt my mouth hanging open. What could I say? What was there to say? Judy stepped in right on cue. "Hello, Jim," she said in a perfectly normal voice, "Wendy was less than cooperative, so I had to apply a little discipline. I hope you don't mind." I shook my head and she continued. "She really resisted being put back into diapers, so I paddled her bottom and put a slow-acting suppository in her. She's been quiet for the last fifteen minutes, but I'm sure she'll be a little more active soon." Judy turned her attention to the slave-like Wendy. "Oh, about the breasts. She likes to masturbate them. I suggest a leather bra." With that, Judy rose to her feet, strolled past me and got her coat from the hall closet. My trance broke when I realized that I couldn't let her leave with just that bit of an explanation. When I got to the door I discovered a large box full of various kinds of diapers, a diaper lock and some plastic pants. Judy followed my gaze. "Oh, that. Wendy agreed to let me borrow a few things. I think I've finally found the solution to Mike's drinking problem." "Uh, sure." I stammered. "Look, how do you,... I mean..." She reached out and stroked my arm, as if to soothe me, but I had a lot of reactions to that, not all of which I would care to confess to Wendy. "Relax. We've all had our secrets. Now it's time to be more frank with each other. Bring her over for dinner tomorrow night -- dressed but bundled up like that." When she saw the shock on my face she continued. "Don't worry, she and Mike will have a lot in common." Before I could say anything more she picked up her box and departed. Still stunned I went back to the living room to get a good look at Wendy. She whined into her gag and tugged at her tethered wrists when she saw me, but I was strangely turned on and in no mood to give her relief just yet. I walked around her, noticing that Judy had made Wendy wear her white spiked pumps and then tied her ankles together. The handcuffs were on duty and the keys were on top of the stereo cabinet. Wendy tensed for a second, and I was reminded of the suppository at work in her bowels. She had to struggle to keep her balance and my erection told me I liked what I saw. "I'll bet you want the potty." I said as if I was talking to a toddler. She nodded furiously. "Well, we'll have to see about that. I'm going to remove the gag on the condition that you tell me what happened." Again she nodded but with less enthusiasm. I released the gag and wiped her mouth. "Oh, please, let me up! It's going to happen soon, and I just can't bear the thought of it!" "Not on your life! Tell me what happened, and I'll think about it." She suddenly adopted a demure look. "Ok", she gasped as another spasm shook her, "but there isn't a lot of time." "I've got all the time I need" I said in my best jailer voice. "The boss kept me at the restaurant for most of the afternoon. We were drinking beer, and before I knew it I was ready to leak. I kept going to the ladies room but of course I couldn't change myself. I think he was suspicious about me because he didn't want to go back to the office and kept staring at me." "That's because you let a garter show." I commented. She blushed. "I admit it - I was flirting. But it seemed safe because I was all locked up. I knew that even if I got carried away, being in diapers would stop me from letting him get out of line." "So?" "So by the time I got back to the office I was sure I was about to leak. I dared not sit down, so I left early and walked home. I got your note about having to work tonight, and I was terrified. I stripped down to my bra and diapers and sat on a pile of newspapers to wait for you. About an hour after that Judy came by. Since I didn't know who was at the door I didn't answer. I had forgotten that Judy had a key from the time we went on vacation. She used it to get in, and I realized I was trapped in the living room. When she found me I burst into tears, and she was really good about it. She offered to call you and get the keys. I thought she would just let me out of the diapers." She gulped and coped with another spasm before continuing. "She was being really kind until she got the keys. Then she made me tell her the whole story. She already knew most of it from Tuesday night, but she made me tell it again. Then she asked me how I masturbated while in diapers and I told her about how sensitive my nipples got. I used to touch them when grandma had me in diapers and use them now if I get too hot. She made me show her hot. I did it, and she waited until I had at least three orgasms before she got on with changing me." Wendy's cheeks were flushing, and I knew that it was from arousal. "Anyway, then she made me describe exactly how you changed my diapers. The first time I didn't mention the stocks of the handcuffs, and she said I wasn't telling her all of it. By then my diapers felt so awful that I just collapsed and told her the truth. When she insisted on putting me into the stocks I knew she wasn't going to just let me out of the diapers." "She changed me alright but just like you do - with no chance of escape. She used three of the cloth diapers with an Attends as a liner. She even punctured the back of it to allow for drainage. Just before she pinned everything extra tight she put a suppository in my bottom. Then she put the plastic panties on me, locked the diaper belt and put the handcuffs on me. I had to wear my summer pumps. Then she took me to the living room, had me kneel, and then she tied my ankles together. The worst part was when she put the clips on my nipples." "Hmmm." I said as I walked away from her toward the bedroom. I knew she was aroused. I didn't think she really wanted escape at all. I found an old stocking and returned to the living room where I began to tie her knees together. To Be continued……
  12. I know that there’s probably tons of them and I just suck at looking but I’m just gonna ask because I never make posts. I’m looking for vids where someone (preferably female but males too) is regressed or ageplaying and is too distracted to notice they’re having an accident. It’s a really cute concept to me and I’m trying to find some videos (or good sources). https://www.manyvids.com/Video/1701932/coloring-and-wetting-my-panties-outside/ ^^^ here’s a good example (you have to pay to view it but you probably get the gist)
  13. So my husband doesn't know about my fetish and i don't think he will overeact to it if i told him but still im kinda scared so i decided to get him used to it before telling to make things easier at dinner topic somehow came to waking up in thr middlr of the night to pee and i jokingly said " What if i used diapers so i would never have to get up?" he laughed and said whatever. The next day i actually bought a pack of diapers nd showed it to him he hysterically laughed and was like oh my god you are actually going to do it and was surprised but since he didnt overreact i decided to actually use them so i put one on showed it to him and slept with diapers on woked up in the middle of the night and went in to my diapers. In the morning my i showed to my husband that i actually used to it and he found it super amusing is there chance he might be into it and playing it off like its funny? Oops this is my second post i accidentally posted a holding session sorry
  14. Hi, I've been writing on this story since October I think and it's time to share it. I already have 70+ "chapters" written out and I plan to post one new chapter a day or so. First I thought I'd just post it here as posts chapter by chapter, but those threads get a mess in no time, so I decided to post it on Wattpad (and no I don't want any money) and use the thread for updates. If you know a better place to post it on, just suggest it. What you need to know first: English is not my first language so my phrasing could be a bit off at times. The best thing to handle such a faux-pas would be to give me feedback so I can correct it for the other readers. I'm not sure how the comments feature at Wattpad works, but that would make it the easiest to direct me to it I guess Here is the Link: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/296780081-curveballs As for the content: This novel tells the story of a student named Lyza whose situation in her eyes became hopeless. She reminisces how she ended up in diapers again. The rest can be read in the actual story When testing it, I sometimes hit 404 errors that referred to a null-User. Please give me feedback if the chapters don't work for you.
  15. Can someone draw a furry or a human either or needs to go really bad so he sits on his potty chair his training diapers still on... going then he realizes he forget to take off his training diapers
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    The beautiful Lola Anderson is being trained to be your always wet and soggy Diaper Girlfriend. She has been quite the brat so far during her diapergirl training as she just hasn't accepted the fate of living in a constant state of wetness. You have finally decided to take her training to the next level so she can no longer escape the feeling of being locked in a huge soggy wet diaper. To make sure she accepts her life as a wet diapergirl you have her locked in 2 very thick diapers while she is completely bound and helpless in a strict, leather straight jacket. There is nowhere for her to hide or escape her fat now that she is unable to leave her current wet diaper state. Her diapers have been completely soaked to the max as they are on the brink of exploding with being so full. Unfortunately for Lola, You won't let her free until she confesses her newfound love of always being kept in a thick, wet diaper no matter the time of the day. Diaper Girlfriend Lola begs to be let free and changed into a fresh, dry diaper as she is blindfolded and kept completely in the dark. Her helpless screams will not be answered until she says the ONE magic phrase of "I LOVE Wet Diapers and Never want to be DRY again!" Diapers Used : 1 x ConfiDry 24/7, 1 x Northshore MegaMax
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  17. This is a story I already posted on other sites; thought I should try sharing here and see if it gets any interest. Not sure I got the tagging right (what's the difference between "Participating Genders" and "Participant Genders"?), but here goes… The Baby Makers Chapter 1. Country House It was a grand old house, in the middle of nowhere. Not like a country estate owned by some old, rich person. No, this was literally in the middle of nowhere; as far as it was possible to get from a public road. There were disused quarries in between, forests long since given back to impenetrable walls of thorns, and acres of scrubby grasslands where the quality of the soil was too low to make commercial farming worthwhile. It wasn’t even high enough, or pretty enough, for hikers to come and trade footprints for photographs. They had to have chosen the place deliberately. Ana walked slowly up to the front doors, looking all around her as her shoes crunched on the gravel. Long lines of trees. Formal gardens, which must have cost a fortune to maintain, made a three-acre island in the middle of the wilderness. The grounds were immaculately set out, but there was no sign of gardeners tending to the displays. The house itself rose up ahead, three floors of impressive red brick. As she came closer Ana took a look inside, to find out what exactly these people were doing. She couldn’t sense anything, though. The whole place was screened, and locked down tight. That wasn’t exactly a surprise, but from everything she’d heard it was rare for anyone outside of the Order to mask their business so effectively. That was more grounds for suspicion; she would have to go inside. Eventually, Ana came to the front doors. They seemed built to a slightly larger scale than normal, so the ornate brass knocker was at eye level. In fact, it seemed like the entire building was constructed a little larger than the usual size. She could immediately see a couple of reasons someone would go to the trouble of making a large house like that, and she ran through them in their mind as she waited for a response to her knock. The first reason, and the most likely, would be to intimidate potential visitors. Ana wasn’t intimidated; she was here on behalf of the Supreme Order, and no initiate of the Order was ever afraid. They had absolute control of their own minds and responses before anything else. The larger door could also be to make the building suitable for people larger than a typical human. Maybe for a yeti, or bigfoot. Maybe for genetically engineered giants, or the rangy physique of alien visitors. Ana didn’t find that at all likely, because as a member of the Order she had access to the Black Library, and so knew the facts of cryptozoology with a certainty that even the most die-hard sceptic could never aspire to. And even with screening this good, there was no way some mad scientist could have developed a growth serum without the Order knowing. The last reason that came to mind was that it would make people approaching the door feel small and weak, possibly embarrassingly so, and would thus place them at a psychological or emotional disadvantage in the coming negotiations. Ana already knew she was small and weak, but she’d never let that make her feel inferior. She might not be as strong as many of her classmates, but she knew that her intelligence, her understanding or tactics, her quick thinking, and her reflexes more than made up for any lack of raw power. And as far as embarrassment was concerned, she considered that growing up around her parents, and with a name like Andromeda Anastasia Fairchild, had inoculated her against any future self-consciousness. Whatever their tricks, they would not work today. She judged two minutes had passed now, and still no answer. She reached up to the knocker again, and slammed it down hard. It was polished brass, old metal, and heavy enough to leave you in no doubt about its purpose. Ana liked that; so much more reliable than many of modern society’s ephemeral creations. Eventually, the door started to open. Ana reflexively stepped back, not quite sure what she was expecting. She was sure they wouldn’t attack her right away, or almost sure. The Order of Supremacy wasn’t widely known, and they didn’t make many enemies. Ana was the first representative who had been dispatched to this remote house, so in all probability the people inside had no idea what she was here for. It looked like the kind of door that would give a long and ominous creak, almost like the timber was screaming. But the sound was just a little whine of metal on metal, a hinge that might not have been oiled quite as recently as it would like. The space beyond the door was bright and airy, lit by windows somewhere higher up the building. The lobby seemed to extend all the way up to the roof, and sunlight flooded in to create a golden haze at the top. Heavy wooden staircases coiled around the edge of the room, and there was a desk in a similar dark and expensive timber in the centre. Behind the desk was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. His hair was shot through with grey, with just enough speckles left to let the careful observer know it had once been red. He was dressed in a white shirt today, with a tie that would have passed as formal attire were it not decorating with lurid yellow smiling faces. In one shirt pocket he had three pens, and the end of a chain which surely led to a watch in the opposite pocket. A bizarre clash of casual and formal, traditional and modern. Ana didn’t give him her full attention yet. She was more concerned by the person behind the door. It didn’t seem like the kind of place that would have automatic doors, not if that one weighed as much as it looked and sounded. A quick glance to the side confirmed this. She saw a rather old-fashioned lever lock that probably hadn’t been changed in half a century. Something like that would require a human being, or at least a servant more sentient than a simple motor to lift the latch. There was a person standing behind the door, but he was simply a servant. There was no hostility or aggression coming off him at all. So Ana turned her attention back to the figure behind the desk. A bureaucrat, she was sure. Not an owner, not a villain. The kind of mind that would happily count the number of paperclips it used each day, and would be proud of balancing the books. The kind of person who would be very easy to get answers out of. Although for an operative as skilled as Ana it rarely mattered; there was no way a human would ever be beyond her ability to manipulate.
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    Was put in a electric p cage and diapered
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  19. How do you go swimming with a diaper?? What diaper should I use? Or do I go swimming without and just the swim trunks alone?
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