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View File DiaperMess.com - Krystal & Lili videos All videos I have and probably all there are from Krystal and Lili from diapermess.com there is one single video with only Lili The content widely caries between diaper wetting, chaning, messing, enema, pov masturbation etc. best to check the screenshots what fits your liking Submitter LittleFool Submitted 09/20/2023 Category Female AB/DL Messing  

This is a story I started writing quite some time ago, as an interactive book. I was actually considering releasing it on Kindle as an interactive book, back when there was a big fad for those things (the Algorithm was basically rewarding authors by recommending books where readers skip back and forth in the text a lot). This is interactive. I've written several full paths through the story, but some of them are still incomplete. And I think posting it might help to boost my motivation to keep working on it. I'll post it one chapter at a time, and give you the options that would have been at the end of the chapter. After a week, if people prefer a particular option, I will continue with that one; writing the missing chapters if necessary. If there's no response, I might continue with a random selection, but I think that might be a clue that this isn't a story people are interested in. Anyway, without further ado… Birthday Games [0] Once Upon a Time Karin sauntered down the street, arms swinging happily. It was her birthday today, and she was expecting a truly spectacular present from me. I was pretty confident she’d love it, we’d discussed what it was going to be so many times over the last three months. I’d been clever with my words, though, so she had no idea what to expect as she headed into college. There was a steady breeze, and her hair whipped back like a waving flag. Even though it was long enough to reach her shoulders, it rarely touched them, preferring to stick out in all directions. Since she’d had it dyed platinum blonde, she looked more than ever like a dandelion clock. I thought it was adorable, and now she was starting to bloom with enough confidence to take pride in her natural style; going with what worked for her, rather than following whatever style the media currently declared to be fashionable. Her arms stopped swinging when she heard a chiming sound from her bag. She was carrying two bags today. One was a medium size backpack, which she’d picked up on the way out of the house without really thinking about it. She assumed it contained her present, which in a way it did, so she wasn’t going to peek inside until she felt it was an appropriate time to open it. The sound, though, came from the purse slung over her shoulder. This was a fashionable bag, just large enough to carry a Moleskine notebook, a pair of sunglasses just in case, and other essentials like her student bus pass. Today, it contained a cell phone. It was a little smaller than the one she’d been using for the last couple of years, and a sleek lilac finish that seemed to reflect every colour of the rainbow when it caught the light at the right angle. The only breaks in the iridescent coating were a few buttons around the edge, and the screen which occupied most of one side. Right now it was showing a spiral in shifting purple hues, matching the styling of the hardware. This was a present that had taken a lot of thought, she knew. As she looked at it, wondering what to do next, words rippled into view at the centre of the swirl. « Happy Birthday Princess » The letters were bold and simple, but still gave the impression of ornate handwriting with a few subtle swooshes. Beneath them, more words appeared like handwriting, but the invisible pen always making clockwise loops around each character. « A Fantasy Game of Wish Fulfillment » « Are you ready, Princess? » The question mark developed with a huge swirl, taking up most of the screen, and Karin found her eyes following the end of the line as it looped around, and around, and around to form a second spiral almost aligned with the one in the background. She was still walking slowly as she watched, but a good deal slower than her usual breezy pace now. She didn’t even notice that she nodded as she read the question, but it seemed the new phone did. The programmers were very skilled, and the special application was designed to track the movement of her eyes across the screen. As long as she played the game, she wouldn’t need to give a single thought to the controls. « Choose Your Theme, Princess » «Bliss» - «Challenge» - «Humiliation» - «Magic» Her eyes danced across the labels, each emblazoned on a pastel pink diamond with its own spirals mirroring the background of the whole screen. She glanced at all the options, of course, but this time the game was watching how long her eyes lingered on each, her gaze flickering back and forth between two or three favourites before returning to the centre of the spiral. She turned left onto Charter Street, a quiet tree-lined avenue. She’d walked this route often enough that she didn’t pay attention to the landmarks on a normal day, whether she was concerned with talking on the phone, speculating about what I was going to surprise her with today, or composing a mental rough draft of one of her papers for college. Staring at the phone wasn’t any more distraction, and there was nobody else around at this time of day. This shortcut wasn’t on the way to college for students coming from the low-rent accommodations most of them were limited to, so depending on the time of her first lecture she would often have the whole walk to herself. « Thank you for your choice, Princess » She blinked in surprise, wondering when she’d even made a choice. [2] (In this case, I'm not offering the choice because all the chapters I've already written go in the same direction; although I might do a second book if I have any ideas for the others) The swirling, nebulous text faded away and a picture slid on from the side of the screen. It was clearly Karin, drawn in an anime style by an artist who knew how to represent just how attractive she was. It left no doubt that her small stature, wild hair, and almond eyes combined to create a stunningly beautiful figure. She knew right away that this present had been programmed from scratch just for her; if there had been any doubt in her mind before. The caption at the top of the screen said ‘magic’, and the picture beneath split into two. Karin dressed as a wizard, with a flowing but somehow revealing robe and a pointed hat, stared in rivalry at Karin with a tiny dress of pink gossamer and glittering fairy wings. [3] Submissive Her eyes darted right as the two versions separated, and the wizard quickly vanished from the screen. That was one choice I hadn’t been able to guess which she would go for, so I had given my full attention to both scripts. The next question was in the same style. At the top of the screen was a caption, ‘Humiliation’, and below it the fairy Karin divided into two different images. One, however, had her fairy dress trimmed down to the absolute minimum required by decency, flesh on show in a display you wouldn’t normally associate with a fairy. The other seemed almost like her natural self, but maybe more innocent and childlike. A naïve young fairy, sitting on the ground amid a scattering of broken plates. Both options this time were blushing heavily, and it didn’t take much thought to work out what the game was asking. She must have chosen humiliation from the first menu, and now the game wanted to know if she would rather have the main character in her story humiliated as a slut, or as a klutz. She blushed for a second as she thought of all the things that could happen, with either option. She wasn’t sure if the game was going to end up humiliating the character on screen, who looked so much like her, or if the magic would extend outside the game somehow to embarrass her for real. But either way, the thought of the possible shame made her blush as vividly as either of the fairy princesses on the screen. [4] Clumsy Then the slut fairy vanished, and the klutz shifted to the centre of the screen. That was a surprise to her, and to me as well when the app notified me of her choice. Karin loved being made to act like a slut, showing off her body or casually flirting in ways she’d never have the nerve for if she could choose. She’d told me many times over the last six months that it was one of her favourite things about being in a relationship with a master hypnotist. Today, it seemed, she wanted to try something a little different. The image on screen faded again, broken crockery vanishing and the fairy’s clothes becoming less rumpled as she got to her feet. Then there was a wand in her hand, and she smiled the smile of the truly oblivious. “Hello!” the fairy spoke, and her voice came through Karin’s bluetooth earpiece as well as subtitles on the screen. Karin was smart enough to recognise her own voice put through a few digital filters, but didn’t think to ask how we’d got the original recordings without her remembering. “My name’s Birthday, and my job is granting people’s wishes when they really deserve it! Today I’m going to tell you a story about when I gave a princess a very special wish, but it didn’t quite go like I hoped. Oh, I know!” A light bulb popped up above the fairy’s head, and Karin couldn’t help giggling at the slightly cheesy theatrics. She couldn’t wait to see how this was going to go, and automatically found herself looking around to make sure she was alone. She noticed two things then. First, that the game on this mysterious phone seemed to pause when she looked away. This confirmed her guess that it was watching her eye movements, a new control method that our friend Donald had been talking about for some time. He was hoping this was the innovation in user interface design that would make him a fortune, and from how naturally it had read her preferences so far, Karin had to admit that maybe he was on to something. The second thing she noticed was the large clock on St Bart’s church tower at the end of the avenue. She was more than an hour early for her first lecture, presumably having set her alarm for the wrong time in her excitement the night before. That meant she could afford to take a walk around the park, the site of the old Freeman’s Quarry. “Why don’t we act it out?” the fairy continued as soon as Karin looked back at the screen, “I’ll play the fairy, Birthday, and you can play Princess Karin! Have you got time to have some fun?” Karin nodded, but this time the game wasn’t waiting for an answer; it already knew she had time, and the question was just a formality. “This story happened on the Princess’s most special birthday, her coming of age day. This is something that happens to Princesses when they get to a certain age, when they’re … umm … how old is it?” A selection of ages appeared on the screen, numbers from 14 to 21 in the same style as the options from the first menu. Karin figured that this story would be most interesting if the character had just enough youthful naïvete, but was old enough to be corrupted by whatever kind of sexy shenanigans I had envisioned. Her eyes wavered back and forth between the «16» and «18» bubbles, and when the bubbles popped she found that she had no idea which one her eyes might have darted to first. But she knew for sure that this year was her special birthday, and the whole kingdom would be celebrating as the princess turned… What age did she choose? (if people have preferences, let me know. And if there's anything else you'd like to see, let me know – it's never too late to make adjustments. I think her initial age doesn't have that much direct effect on the story, but I'm open to new ideas) Thanks for reading so far 🙂

This question has been asked a million times, I know, but does anyone have any really specific/niche areas or ways they like peeing (either theoretical or from experience)? I'll give a couple examples of my own to get started! - bathmat - baby bottle / sippy cup - on or in plushie (theoretically!) - kitchen appliances (saucepans, stockpots, kettles etc, and again only theoretically) Anyone have any they'd like to share? Looking for some inspiration. <3

👑 The Trinket By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Hunter Chapter One The Will Hunter sighed as his mother, who he was currently on the phone with, continued to drawl about the contractual obligations he now had to abide by. His great aunt, or now his late great aunt, had left him a few things in her will that came with a few specific rules. The fennec fox had barely known her, other than seeing her at a Christmas party and once during Thanksgiving when he was very young. She was not really even his aunt, being an in-law and a cheetah to boot. He had heard a few stories about her, some from his mother who had always spoken about her with a degree of awe mixed with disapproval. Whether or not she was even really his aunt in-law was in question sometimes, but her presence in the family was nevertheless appreciated, if not coveted. She had been an Egyptianologist, but not the kind that mostly stays on the campus of a university. Accused several times of being no better than a bounty hunter with a college degree, she would often beguile whoever cared to listen at the taverns and bars she was often found at about her great adventures in the middle east. There were usually many stories told and drinks bought during such evenings. Her alcoholism aside, she had apparently kept up her taste for adventuring into abandoned tombs and caves right up until the very end. They never recovered her, but enough time had passed where her body had been declared lost and her vast collection of artifacts reclaimed by the museums and universities. Judging from their hasty reclamation of such items, they had been waiting for exactly such an opportunity as her disappearance. They had claimed most of the artifacts, at least. “So like, dumb it down for me a bit, Mom?” Hunter asked, a slight note of exasperation coloring his tone of voice as one of his large ears flicked to the side in irritation. It was his mother’s turn to sigh, which was followed up by a response. “You just can’t sell any of the stuff. You’re supposed to keep it as if it were a family heirloom. There’s some evidence to support that this does belong to us give or take a hundred generations.” Hunter replied back. “Right, don’t sell. Just keep it. Anything else?” “Not until they go through the rest of her possessions and check her records. You might be getting some money too, but that’ll take a while.” Right… After the state takes its hefty cut… Hunter thought to himself, but he did his best to keep his sense of sarcasm out of the conversation. “Great, thanks Mom.” “Of course honey, was there anything else you wanted to know about Auntie Tare?” Hunter, knowing that this would probably prolong the conversation for another good hour, shook his head before realizing that his mother could not see his reaction. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Hrm… No, no. I think I’m good for now, still… Processing and all that. I’ll talk to you later Mom.” “Okay sweetie, let me know what’s in the box. It looks mysterious!” “Yeah, I will. Love you Mom.” “Love you sweetie, bye bye now.” The line went silent, and Hunter put his phone down on the table with a sigh of relief. As silence enveloped the apartment, interrupted only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the fennec’s gaze drifted over to the box that sat in front of him on the dining room table. The word that could describe the wooden container could only be described as ornate. Carvings of Egyptian hieroglyphs laced with what he suspected was gold lining on the borders of the miniature crate gave the appearance of a most valuable item being stored inside. The wood had been treated with oil, and with great care as well. Part of him wondered if the box might be empty, as the container itself looked relatively valuable. Whatever it was, he was not surprised that his aunt had mentioned that he was not allowed to sell it. I’d probably make a pretty penny off of it too… Hunter mused to himself, as he pushed his chair back and stood up, only to crouch in front of the box in order to more closely examine its decor. He was not literate in Egyptian hieroglyphs, nor was he particularly interested in learning more about them. History had always bored the little fox, and despite having a renowned, though estranged, Egyptologist in the family it never sparked the same fascination and excitement as it did in Aunt Tare. Well, might as well have a look then. Reaching forward, he undid the clasp on the front of the box and pushed the lid open. Its hinges worked silently, and Hunter immediately noted that the entire inside of the box was laced with a vibrant, purple velvet. Amidst the swathes of cloth, Hunter beheld a palm sized brooch made of a mixture of dulled copper and gold. Marveling at it, the fennec’s eyes widened as he scanned its surface. The fennec picked it up with a paw and noted its significant weight. Equipped with a pin which Hunter presumed was intended to keep a cloak around a traveler’s shoulders, Hunter turned the brooch over and let out a surprised breath. The ornament had been placed upside down in its container, and it was studded with several small jewels with one large piece in its center. Peering closely at them, it took Hunter a moment to realize that they were opals. In the center of the metal disk, the largest of the opals was oval in shape. It gleamed as if freshly polished when it caught the last of the afternoon sun streaming from Hunter’s half shuttered window. A small scratch in the center of the opal was the only blemish on the piece, revealing the rainbow colored insides of the gem that refracted in ever changing patterns of color as he turned it over. Strangely, despite the fact that it had been sitting in the box ever since it had been delivered to his doorstep inside of its own, discrete cardboard container, the brooch was warm to the touch. And it felt like it was getting warmer. “It’s… pretty…” Hunter said lamely, to no one in particular. His initial curiosity had been sated, and he was now coming to the conclusion that he really had no use for the gem-encrusted display piece other than to perhaps show it off for his friends. The more he thought about it, being the owner of such a valuable piece now might mean that he would have to take insurance out on it. Great… Another responsibility… The fennec thought grimly to himself. Hunter was about to set the artifact down, when the opal flashed catching his eyes. Blinking, he looked down at the gem and wondered if he had imagined the sudden luminescence that had come from the piece. Gingerly, he brought it back up to his eyes and peered closely at the scratch on the gem’s surface to see if he had missed some refractive angle inside of the opal’s crack. Seeing that there was nothing he could immediately detect, he placed the brooch back down in its comfortable bed, this time right side up with the opal facing the ceiling of his apartment. He thought about where he should put the box, glancing around his apartment and seeing now apparent free space where he might rest it. I’ll probably just chuck it into my closet or something… His stomach rumbled, reminding him that his mother’s phone call had caused him to miss lunch at a reasonable hour. Closing the box, he decided to put his inheritance out of his mind for the time being. Padding over to his closet, he picked out his jacket and fumbled the keys to his apartment out of the bowl they rested in. I’m kind of hankering for some chicken… He thought to himself, his mind already beginning to drift away from the strange set of rocks that were now his, now and forever. He did, however, check twice that he had locked the door to his apartment before bounding down the staircase leading to the lobby of his apartment complex.

This might seem a bit backwards from usual haha but I really reallyyyy like being told to wet my panties and I need to wee so I figured I might try this out and if anyone wishes to help me they can 😊 I want to be encouraged to wet myself, and eventually that’s the goal, but I want to try to be a big girl and hold it for as long as I can. Teasing is perfectly fine, I just don’t like degradation please and thank you. I’m wearing hot pink panties, pajama shorts and an oversized comfy t-shirt. I’ll be drinking water regularly and at some point a soda.

I have a very free morning today and I need to wee but I haven’t gone yet since last night before bed. I definitely need to wee, but big girls can hold it so I figured I should try… If anyone wants to help that would be very much appreciated 😊 teasing is fine, I just don’t like degradation please and thank you. (I don’t do pictures or videos, but I can try to describe things if anyone asks) I’m currently in light grey booty shorts, a light blue pajama shirt, and pink panties.

Hi y'all So I'm abdl and I'm also a femboy. Recently wearing and using diapers has gotten a bit boring and I really want to do something fun with them. I can't really do to much as I still live with my parents and as far as diapers and femboys go, its impossible around them. I can do some stuff when home alone. I really want ideas for what I can do to liven up wearing and using diapers. If anyone has anything I'll happily try it. Have a good day note: when will this be approved?

Here are a few gems I've collected from Tumblr. As per usual, you can find a ton of pictures on my Tumblr, but y'all know I save the better ones for you here. Enjoy, Rach

So I've recently started playing with a switch/Big friend in a server. And today they decided to issue a holding challenge where I couldn't pee without asking permission. And after about 4-6 hours and getting to pee once I was extremely desperate the second time and lets just say none to happy about being teased and denied the bathroom... 😅🤷‍♀️I started to get a little mouthy and may have sent a pout GIF which got me three minutes corner time... At that point I was really starting to panic and decided to do it in the shower in case the worst happened but not before further back talk got me another minute... What broke me though was when they psyched me out by pretending to have to deal with something at work... I lost a good amount but the coup de grace was being ordered to finish going in my panties sense "I couldn't hold it like a big girl..." I must have peed a good liter and left a puddle in the tub with my stream shooting through my panties.. So I'm currently sitting in here in a towel after showering and the worst part is I can't stop blushing and smiling... Stupid embarrassment kink... 😆🙈💀

Hey Can any of you share this video? Thanks 🥰

View File Diapered 2.0(100) 21 clips to start new folder Submitter robster67 Submitted 08/18/2023 Category Female  

This seems like kind of a niche interest even within our kink/fetish space, but I'm curious if anyone else likes RP-ing or fantasizing about scenarios involving potty training, and specifically struggling with it. I've found this really fun, both with pants-wetting accidents and diapers involved. Lately I've been peeing just a few little drops into my panties in the morning before going to the toilet, which puts me right in the sweet spot of being "mostly" potty trained but still having those little "accidents" that mean I'm not quite there.

View File JAV - ACZD-121 - Diaper Fun! Another gem from ACZD! Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/12/2023 Category JAV Collections  

Here are a few gems I've collected from Tumblr. As per usual, you can find a ton of pictures on my Tumblr, but y'all know I save the better ones for you here. These are pullups pictures. Enjoy, Rach And some more!

View File Your dirty Lg dirty little goes to town on herself Submitter robster67 Submitted 07/30/2023 Category Female  

View File Rachel's Recent Tumblr Finds - XIII Well, I've been hoarding more diaper-related clips from Tumblr. Enjoy! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 07/20/2023 Category Female  

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.

I found some pretty good looking AI artwork on Instagram. instagram_2022.zipinstagram_2023_0.zip