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  1. ******this is not my story! my friend PinkTheDinosaur has given me permission to post their story here. please check out their DeviantArt page for more info! https://pinkthedinosaur.deviantart.com/ “Mom!” I yelled at loud as I could. “I don't want to do that!” “Andy it's either this or you go back to regular school.” my mom told me. “That was part of the deal.” About a year ago a man came up to my mom and me and asked if I would model their companies new clothing line. Their child model got sick and missed the shoot. Desperate to finish the shoot, the photographer ran up to the first random boy with a parent that he could see and begged us to help him. After a bit of a discussion, my mom allowed it and I modeled the latest kids outfits. After we were done, the photographer offered me a job! Mom told me no at first. Saying I still had school and stuff. But after a bit of a discussion about it, she decided to allow it. I would be placed into homeschool and be allowed to model. But there was an exception. If I didn't model for over 4 months, I will have to go back to school. At first, it was great! People really liked the way I looked and wanted to hire me. But after 8 months, people stopped calling. I didn't really have an agent, besides my mom, and she didn't really know much about the job. Now I was coming up to 3 ½ months without a job and I really didn't want to go back to regular school. So when mom found a job for me I was excited, at first. Then I saw what I would be modeling. “But mom! There diapers! I don't wear diapers!” I protested. “They are Pampers plus size.” my mom told me. “You just have to model them, you don't actually need to use them.” “But it's still embarrassing!” I told her. “Well it's either this or you go back to school.” mom told me sternly. “You wanted to model and sadly there's nothing else at the moment.” Mom was right, it was the diapers or school. I had to decide. ______________ Mom and I were in the dressing room getting ready. “I still can't believe I'm doing this,” I mumble as I fumble to tape the diaper on while on a changing table. “You decided this, too late to back out now.” mom told me from behind a curtain. “Hey mom, these don't feel right.” I tell her as she opened the curtain to check on me. She immediately started laughing. I blushed a deep shade of red. “MOM IT'S NOT FUNNY!” I screamed. “No, no, no,” mom said through her laughter. “I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing because you put it on backwards.” “Ow…” I mumbled before mom pushed me down and untaped the diaper. “Mom what are you doing!” I yelled “Don't worry sweetie. I've changed you more times than you can count. I'll be real quick.” mom told me. And she was right, Mom quickly slid the diaper from under me and flipped it around. she easily lifted up my butt and sat me down on the soft padding of the diaper. She then folded the top part over my crotch and re-taped the diaper back onto me. Luckily, right on time as someone opened the door and looked inside. “Aww how cute! Having mommy put you in a fresh diaper!” the lady assistant said. My face was blushing bright red and I nearly yelled at her but my mom spoke first. “Andy’s almost ready. Well be there in just a second.” my mom told the lady. With that, the lady left and mom helped me up. The diaper felt odd. Like I was sitting on a pillow despite standing up. It felt so strange with the padding around my crotch and butt. I turned to a full body mirror and got a good look at the front of the diapers. They were mostly white, except for a blue lining around the diapers with 5 cartoon dinosaurs on the landing zone for the tapes. “Come on Andy, we don't want them to be waiting for us.” mom said as she took my hand and led me out into the main set. There were already taken pictures of a few other kids and asked me to wait just a moment. There were kids of all ages, from 3 to 17 and all were wearing diapers! I'm 10 and I'm modeling the diapers meant for kids 10-14. “Excuse me miss, but could my son get something to drink?” my mom asked “Yes, just one moment.” the assistant lady told my mom. Within a few minutes, another lady walked up to us. “Did you just ask for a drink?” the assistant asked. “Yes we did.” mom replied to her and the assistant handed my mom a sippy cup. “I guess they were out of regular cups.” mom told me as she handed me the cup. I wasn't about to start drinking from the sippy part, so I unscrewed it and began drinking the juice inside. The juice was very sweet and had a slightly strange aftertaste. But it was still good. “Andy, you're up!” the photographer yelled. I quickly downed the rest of the juice before I ran up to the stage. Over the next few minutes, the photographer had me in all types of poses. Most of them showing off the diaper. “Ok, now let's get the one for the package.” the photographer said as a lady about my mom’s age walked onto the stage. “Ok Andy, I want you to look like your happy to be in a new clean diaper.” That was easier said than done. I really just wanted to be out of the diapers as fast as possible, But I did the best I could and put on a happy smile and tried to look as cute as possible as the lady grabbed the back of my diaper and pretended to be pulling it onto me. “Perfect!” the photographer yelled as he started snapping pictures. Right behind him, however, I noticed my mom talking to the same assistant mom asked for the drink earlier. In her hand, she had a paper cup and both the assistant and my mom had a look of terror on their faces as they turned to look at me. There was a flash as the picture was taken, and I let out a big fart! My eyes went wide as my stomach suddenly felt like it was doing somersaults and I wrapped my arms around it. What the hell was happening! Then it happened. Without warning. My eyes went wide as I felt the backside of my diaper suddenly explode outward as I began filling with poop! “GROSS!” the lady holding my diaper screamed as she jumped back. The sudden movement made me jump as well and I lost balance! Falling backward, I landed on my butt and I felt my poop go everywhere! For a second, my mind could not process what just happened. Everyone was now staring at the 10-year-old boy in a black t-shirt sitting in a full diaper. When that realization finally hit me, I began to bawl! Mom immediately rushed over to me and hugged me, trying her best to get me to stop crying before she lifted me up and had me walk back to the dressing room. Later we would learn that it was all just a big misunderstanding. The sippy cup was meant for a different kid who was going to show off how much the diaper can hold. The assistant was only told to deliver the cup to the parent that ordered the drink. She didn't know it wasn't meant for me. But in that moment, I didn't care. I was crying so hard as my messy diaper was seen by everyone as I walked back to the dressing room. I was first laid down onto the changing table as before and my mom rubbed my face trying to calm me down. Next, she untapped the tabs on both sides of the diaper and flinched when she say just how bad the mess really was. Using the front of the diaper, mom did her best to wipe off most of the mess with just that. Next my mom got out the wet wipes and began cleaning every part of me. She wiped my legs, my but, and even my crack! I was so ashamed and still crying that I didn't care that my mom was now wiping my butt clean! “Ok sweety, i need you to lift yourself up for a moment.” mom told me. Doing as she asked i lifted my butt off the dirty diaper and mom finished cleaning under me and pulled the diaper out from under me. She quickly balled it up and tossed it into the trash before coming back over to me. I was about to get up when my mom pushed me back down and pulled out another diaper. “M-M-MOM! I-I-I don't want a-a-a new diaper!” I bawled. “I'm sorry sweetie, but this is just in case.” mom told me as I cried even harder. Mom lifted me back up and sat me back down onto the new diaper. She then got out a bottle of baby powder and pored some onto my croch. “This is just so you don't get a rash.” mom told me as she taped the diaper. Still crying about the diaper, my mom lifted me up and hugged me as she tried to calm me down. This was the worst day in my life! Also, I was now the face of Pampers plus size diapers! *****ill be posting the chapters one at a time every few hours***** full story on there DeviantArt page if you cant wait.
  2. BENAir01

    The little victories.

    This story does involve bathroom usage, but there was no wetting or anything and the story is about a little boy so I don’t want people to be masturbating to this so I’m not posting it in omorashi general. I went skiing over the weekend. Now, it’s notoriously hard to use the bathroom while skiing, as you have to get all the way down the mountain, get your skiis off, lock them up, walk in your uncomfortable and hard to walk in ski boots into the lodge (and in my case down a flight of stairs) and all the way to the bathroom, where you then have to lower all your layers, including the hard to remove snow pants, in order to use the tiolet/urinal. And kids are known to not want to try and use the bathroom until they really have to go, especially when getting ready to ski at the ski lodge. Anyway so I was skiing on Sunday and my family and I had stopped to have lunch in the lodge and before we went back out I decided I should use the bathroom. I go downstairs and enter the bathroom. In it I see a young (somewhere between 5 and 8) boy and presumably his father. They had just entered the bathroom and the boy is kind of standing around. I head towards a stall and see him struggling to get his snow pants down in front of the Urinal. I peed in the tiolet and walked back out of the stall and to the sink to wash my hands and this kid is still trying to remove his clothes. Finally, a few seconds later, he gets his clothes off and starts peeing in the urinal. What i heard next was priceless: in the most happy excited high pitched voice, this kid says “dad, I didn’t pee my pants!!” I don’t know what was going on in his head, but his tone of voice made it sound like this was a first, or at least it wasn’t so common for him to make it to the tiolet while skiing. It’s very likely that there was just one accident and he was just proud of making it this time, or he was new to skiing and this was only the second time he had had to pee while skiing, and that the other time had ended in an accident, but his tone of voice definitely suggested that this was exciting and maybe a little unexpected, or at least that there had been one or more instances of peeing his pants. Just thought that was really cute to hear and thought I would share it here.
  3. Boys, did you ever need to pee badly at school so you were going to get the bathroom pass, but another boy got the bathroom pass first, and got to pee first before you, and after the boy was done peeing in the bathroom with the bathroom pass did you make it to the bathroom in time?
  4. hoopaconfined

    Race To Pee First!

    Boys, did you ever race another boy (like a brother, a cousin, or friend) around your age to the bathroom because you both needed to pee badly, but there was only 1 bathroom at your house, or apartment, or whatever, and you were both racing to pee first before the other, and who won the race to pee first, and who lost, and peed last, and how old were you both at the time, and how old are you both now?
  5. nappyboy97

    malefemale Fiction: Bentley Wets

    Bentley was 16, he was a good looking boy with many friends and is regarded as the cool kid at school. He is in Year 11 at school but has a lot of respect from other year groups. They had drank lots of pepsi and other drinks so Bentley was quite desperate to pee Desite this he didn't say anything as it wouldn't be cool to not be able to hold his bladder and he though he'd wait to see if anyone else needed to go At the park there was a big swing which when pushed hard enough could go quite fast in lots of directions. Messing around in the kind of mature/ immature way that people of that age do, Bentley was dared to go on it. The others swung him really fast and his need for the toilet became intense. When he finished it was clear by the small dark patch on his beige top man shorts that he had squirted a couple of times. He told people he had spilt his drink in the swing and they believed him (obviously the hot boy wasn't going to wet himself) but they made jokes all the same. They were all sat down talking when the intense urge hit him again, he realised he had to go and told the others he was going for a wee, but when he stood up the dam burst. Pee poured down his legs soaking his shorts and socks. He had judt wet himself.The others laughed at him and Bentley ran home. Luckily no one was in, so he stripped off and had a shower dumping his shorts at the bottom of the dirty linning bin. That night he saw the facebook status's about it instantly gutting him. He went to bed hoping that the fiasco would be forgotten. The next morning Bentley woke up quite late, with it being the summer holidays. Despite it being warm outside and the hot sun was shining through his window, Bentley woke up cold and... damp. It took him a few moments to realise what had happend but when he did he was shocked. Shit, he exclaimed scared over what had happened. He again got a shower and got changed then he stripped his bed sheets and washed them. As he thought the fuss over the previous day had died down and apart from the banter, he was fine. He stayed dry until school started agin. It was the first day back and no one could even remember about him wetting himself. But as the day went he needed the toilet again. It was 15 minutes until lunch and he was dying. He asked to go to the toilet but was denied instantly. When the lesson ended, bentley could feel the wet patch on his boxers from where he had dribbled, but luckily his black school trousers hid this. He ran tho the toilet but it was too late by the time he reached the cubicle he was soacked again. He ran home, to get changed but his mum was there. It was game over and Bentley explained what had happened. Hismum was sympathetic but warned if it happened again he would be put in nappies. He thought about that in bed that night and hoped it wouldn't happen again. The next morning though, he woke to the familiar wet sheets. He trudged to tell his parents. When he arrived home from school his pants were again slightley wet form where he had dribbled. Her an into the house and made it on time pleased he had made it. But when he got into his rrom he found several packets of nappies. His mum informed him that he had tena pants which he would wear day and night until his wetting stops.He realised that the cool kid was no longer cool. he was a baby... Below Bentley's wet shorts Image Set
  6. wetguyy10

    Wet boxers (pics)

    Hi everybody! So I was traveling home today and the plan was to pee myself on a towel on the drive home! Dispite drinking two bottles of water I didn't even spurt on the trip home. So! Once i got home i did need to pee and i calmly got all my stuff out my car and put it away in my appt. All the while releasing hot spurts of pee into my grey underwear and black shorts. After I got everything put away I took my shorts off and stood in the bathroom and let go!(: ahh the relief as I squeezed my thighs and legs together making the pee run down my legs and into my socks and feet. As I noticed I had made a puddle I decided to finish in the tub(; I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did! Please comment or message me! I'll be more active on here with more positive feedback (; sorry you can't really see the puddle lol
  7. wetguyy10

    Wet boxers (pics)

    Hi everybody! So I was traveling home today and the plan was to pee myself on a towel on the drive home! Dispite drinking two bottles of water I didn't even spurt on the trip home. So! Once i got home i did need to pee and i calmly got all my stuff out my car and put it away in my appt. All the while releasing hot spurts of pee into my grey underwear and black shorts. After I got everything put away I took my shorts off and stood in the bathroom and let go!(: ahh the relief as I squeezed my thighs and legs together making the pee run down my legs and into my socks and feet. As I noticed I had made a puddle I decided to finish in the tub(; I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did! Please comment or message me! I'll be more active on here with more positive feedback (; sorry you can't really see the puddle lol
  8. Hi all! So I haven't been too active on here lately. But I just had an experience I wanted to share with you fine people (; so I had just gotten home from work. And well I ALWAYS have to pee when I'm unlocking my door and going inside. And one of my favorite things to do is to pee a little into my underwear and pants before going in! It gives me a thrill of peeing 'in public' even if it's dark or no one's around lol. So anyway I leaked quite a lot before finally entering my home. About the size of a softball wet spot. And once inside I was so turned on I just said screw it(:! And I was not planning on doing any of this. It's just one of those things where I wanted to wet myself(; anyway I went to the bathroom and stood in front the mirror and just let go. But I didn't really need to go to bad so I peed kinda slowly lol. (Which is another way I like to wet. Wet with a kinda empty bladder). So I just stood there as the pee ran down my khakis and briefs, soaking my sock and making a small puddle on the floor(; I hope you liked it as much as I did! Please comment!
  9. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Gift for PrincessPolly63 Cool Alert Pool-Ups...freeze your ass off ^w^ One of coldest ways to potty-train your baby, the Cool Alerts (a real brand of pull-ups btw) freeze your bottom, every time you have an oopsie, as punishment for using your diaper, instead of the potty. The diaper art features Sofia the First irl...But wouldn't it be more fitting if it featured Frozen?? lol
  10. poshkid

    malefemale Pageboy Wetting

    When I was 8 I was asked to be a pageboy for my cousin's wedding. I had to wear a kill, a blouse lace collar and cuffs, white knee socks and black mary-janes. I also wore a pair of my sisters school panties. Before the wedding I drank plenty of sodas and did not get chance to go to the bathroom. I arrived at the church with 2 other kilted pageboy and the bridesmaids. The ceremony went on for ages and I started to feel the effects of all the soda I had drank. I started to do the pee pee dance much to the amusement of my fellow attendants. Eventually the ceremony was over and we went out for the photos. As I was standing there I felt the warmth of my pee soaking into my sisters panties. I looked down in horror as pee trickled down my legs, soaking my socks and shoes. A puddle grew under my feet. Giggles soon followed from my fellow attendants. My mom was not pleased and grabbed my hand and took me off to a local drug store. She bought me pull-ups but made me pay for them at the counter. I wore and used the pull-ups all day to my shame.
  11. I made this picture just for the fun of it. So yeah. Enjoy.
  12. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    A little overdue gift for one of my friend's Diokno44x. It took me a bunch of months to get around to drawing this, which shows how often I do requests ..>w<.. Anyway this pic is based off of a moment he remembered happening to him when he was a kid, irl. Wearing diapers in kindergarten, and having an oopsie in said diaper, ruining a chair, only to be scolded by the teacher. Poor wittle stinky baby. XD
  13. Dougspee

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    © http://fluffy-omorashi.tumblr.com/

  14. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2015

    Some more OCs from your favorite diaper-humping dog-boy. The girly wolf is Retta, whom I’ve based her character and personality on my old school chum (I’m sure she’d be delighted to know that.) All my OCs are loosely based on some real life person I knew. Retta was a juicy and busty athlete. We all use to love playing sports with her in high-school, because despite the fact that she had big Kim Kardashian features, she was highly competitive during P.E. and we just loved to see her bounce. She was freakishly fast, for her voluptuous size. Anyways back to my crazy world (which I always fantasize about before I go to bed every night) Fenrir, the male wolf, is my best bud. Captured by the military and forced to be my partner, this crescent-moon-butt-cheeked wolf helps me fend off the city vermin. We’re close friends, we both love shitty diapers; we masturbate back to back. Retta is his girlfriend, she hates diapers, but has her own reasons for wearing them. She use to be a human, but chose to get bit by the wolf curse, and now lives as a canine; though she still walks on two legs, while Fenrir on all fours. They’re both useful to the team because they can breathe fire. Retta is still in-training and hasn’t figured out how to properly belch out her flamethrower-breath. The trick is to build up gas from your belly, into your throat and ignite it on the way out as you belch. A beginner’s mistake is to swallow back down the gas before ignition, which is very hazardous; the resulting explosion within your belly will indeed create the flaming blast, but it won’t be coming out the front end. That is why Retta wears diapers, and Fenrir loves to see her fail. :)
  15. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    I love candy and sweet things, what can I say? ^^
  16. bazinga

    malefemale New Life

    Hi everybody! It's been forever since I posted a story. I'm not quite happy with how I've ended this, but yeah. I've actually had this for over a year (can you believe??) and I just decided to re-edit and post it all now. Please let me know what you think - constructive criticism is always appreciated! xoxo ••• NEW LIFE "Are you ready to go in, Jason?" Sixteen-year-old Jason blinked and looked up at the smiling faces of his new foster parents, Mr. and Mrs. West. They were a couple who were in their mid-forties who found comfort social action and helping children, which is how they ended up interested in being new foster parents. Jason was no more than six years old when he was placed in the foster care system and growing up, he had serious abandonment issues and separation anxiety, which was never a good combination. His biological mother and father were abusive, both physically and emotionally, and he found himself always needing company but not being able to trust people as easily, apart from his social worker, Michaela. This was why no family could keep him for long. Even at sixteen years old, it still hurt Jason more than anyone would ever know. "Jason?" Mrs. West called his attention gently, and he jumped a bit, squeezing his thighs together. He needed the loo as soon as they were on the way here, but he didn't wanna ask. He shrugged nervously, shrinking in on himself and pressing himself to his social worker. Michaela frowned in concern and wrapped her arm around him, bringing him aside after mouthing an apology to them over Jason's head. "Come on, Jace," Michaela said quietly once they were alone. "Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? They aren't gonna hurt you, remember what we talked about yesterday?" Jason nibbled on his bottom lip and shrugged again, rubbing his thighs together discreetly. His need wasn't that bad yet, but it was still quite uncomfortable. "I-I dunno, what if they're not as nice as they seem?" "They are. We checked all their records, and they're all as clean as can be. If ever you can't handle this, you give me a call," Michaela said gently. "You call me, and I pick you up right away, just like how we practiced before, remember?" Jason nodded slowly. "Yeah," he mumbled. "I remember." "Good boy," She praised him gently, ruffling his hair. "You're being very brave right now, and I'm proud of you." "Not brave." He mumbled bitterly. A sixteen-year-old who couldn't even ask where the bathroom was without having a panic attack was far from brave. "You are brave, sweetie. More brave than you think," she smiled sadly. "And nothing will ever make me be disappointed in you." Jason said nothing, but rubbed his eyes and nodded. "Okay. You ready now?" Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath, nodding afterwards. "Yeah," "Come on." ••• Michaela took Jason back to Mr. and Mrs. West, who were still waiting patiently by the porch of their huge house. They exchanged goodbyes before Michaela kissed Jason's forehead. "Be good, okay?" She smiled. "Yeah," Jason nodded. Michaela smiled once again and gestured for the new parents to follow her, leaving Jason by the porch this time. "Well, what do you think?" Michaela asked the couple. "He's adorable," Mrs. West replied, smiling before becoming more solemn. "But you weren't kidding... He looks almost broken." "His file is very complicated," she sighed. "Lots of stories about emotional and physical abuse from his biological parents. It's horrible." "That's not gonna stop us," Mr. West insisted. "What do we need to know?" "Jason is a really sweet kid," Michaela explained. "He grew up in a bad place though, as you know. He will not voice his needs or his wants. You need to ask him a lot of things and reassure him when he looks nervous." "Okay." Mr. West nodded. "Anything else?" "That's basically it," she said. "Just give me a call if there are any problems. I will not hesitate to help." They exchanged goodbyes, handing each other calling cards and shaking each other's hands. Michaela ruffled Jason's hair and whispered "be good," before waving and driving off. Jason was a good kid. Sure, he had issues, but he was a really good kid - and she had a really good feeling about this family. ••• As soon as Michaela's car left, Jason's need to use the toilet intensified due to his nerves and he clenched his muscles as discreetly as possible as he turned to face his foster parents. Mrs. West crouched down a bit to gently fix Jason's hair. "You ready to come in for the grand tour, Jason?" ••• The West family had a huge house. Jason found himself in the middle of a living area where he put his bags. They decided to give him a really long tour, and they weren't exaggerating! It took them fifteen minutes to show him around the first floor - and there were three! The first floor had a pristine kitchen with sleek, black, tiles, a large, white carpeted foyer with a huge television with game consoles, a beautiful dining area and an indoor pool. "My five children are all working now, but my nieces and nephews are here nearly everyday," Mrs. West smiled in amusement when Jason's jaw dropped at the beautiful vista. "That's why we keep this place as clean as possible." Jason was quiet as they showed him around the garden, his hand tugging nervously at the crotch of his jeans when he was sure no one was looking. His need to pee had grown worse real quick and that wasn't a good thing - but he would rather suffer in silence than tell them what was up. He occasionally stopped and pretended he was looking at the furniture just to concentrate on his bladder. His only hope was that the tour would be over soon - it couldn't be much longer, right? Wrong. Ten more minutes had passed, and they were only walking up to the second floor now! Jason felt a constant nudge and ache from his bladder, which was swelling against his jeans. He definitely needed to find a toilet - fast, but he couldn't tell them his need even though he wanted to. He was too shy. He squirmed as he walked, his hands nervously shoved in his pockets, one hand occasionally popping out to give himself a quick squeeze. He paid attention to the tour as much as he could, just wanting to find a bathroom. No such luck, though. Every door that might have been a bathroom was shut, out of Jason's sight. Luckily, the tour for the second floor didn't take as long as the first floor, but Jason still found himself tensing his thighs due to the steadily growing ache in his abdomen. He had to go! Biting his lip nervously, Jason gripped the front of his pants as hard as he could to ward off the incoming pressure, but it wasn't working as much as he thought it would. He closed his eyes and breathed out shakily, letting go and following his new foster parents to another room with a blue bed, a desk and a bedside table. He whined quietly and rubbed his eyes, catching the attention of Mr. West. "Is everything alright, kid?" He asked. "This is your room for now. You can put your things up here as soon as we're done with the tour." Jason chewed the inside of his cheek nervously, just wanting to find the toilets. His need had gone from "I need to pee," to "oh god I'm gonna pee myself right now," and he rubbed his thighs together nervously. He was literally seconds away from soaking himself. "Um," Jason squeaked. "Can I-I put my bags up here n-now please?" He asked shyly. "Yeah, but they're all the way downstairs," Mr. West frowned. "Yeah! It's okay!" He said, jumping up and down. "Can I just, um, get them?" "Okay, kiddo." Mrs. West shrugged. "We'll be here. Remember the way?" Jason made a tiny noise of distress as he leaked through his underwear. "Yes!" He lied, rushing off with his legs squeezed together. "Thank you!" ••• Where the hell was he going? Jason's left hand was permanently holding his leaking crotch as he tried to find a toilet, opening doors with his other hand and not having much luck. First of all, he couldn't find the staircase going down, so how was he going to get to the front door where his bags were? He whimpered and danced in place, abdomen throbbing as he made his way through twists and turns. "Come on, come on," he mumbled to himself, sniffling loudly and getting even closer to crying when he realized he was leaking even more frequently. His hand was soaked and there are were trails running down his thighs so he stiffened up and ran down yet another hall. He was just about to turn to open a closed door when he tripped over the edge of a table and a vase shattered to the floor. He gasped out loud, tensing up and closing his eyes, crouching and hiding behind a small dresser. This was not good, breaking things meant punishments and punishments meant getting hit! "Jason?" No! He started to panic. He scrambled up against the wall and pulled his knees to his chest, breathing heavily and clenching his eyes shut. He vaguely felt his pants getting hot and wet and there was fear beginning to spread all over him again. "Jason, are you okay?" He couldn't breathe and he closed his eyes when he heard footsteps approaching. If he couldn't see them, they couldn't see him. "Kid, what happened?" Jason's legs were shaking and he felt so uncomfortable. There was a puddle around him and tears were slowly leaking out of his eyes. "Jason, listen to me. Listen to me. It's okay." Don't look. "Jason? It's Mr. West. Can you open your eyes, please?" Mr. West? "Jason?" Jason shook as he slowly opened his eyes, taking a look up at the concerned couple looking down at him. "Hi, kiddo." Mr. West smiled sadly, crouching down to see him eye-to-eye. "Come stand up. We can get you cleaned up in the shower." "I w-weed myself," is all Jason replied, standing up and wrapping his arms around himself. It wasn't what he wanted to say but he couldn't think straight at all. "We know, and it's okay," Mrs. West piped up, smiling at him gently. "I'll go grab your things." Jason nodded and followed Mr. West down the hallway, already lost again. He was sniffling, his breaths hitching in an annoying manner, but he couldn't stop. "S-sorry," he whimpered as they found the bathroom, wiping his nose. "No, I'm sorry," Mr. West replied, ushering Jason inside. "I should've showed you the bathroom first. Go get yourself cleaned up, alright?" Jason nodded, biting his thumb and looking down at the ground. "D-don't know where t-to go..." He tried to explain, hiccuping greatly. "I'll wait right outside," the man reassured him. "Don't you worry." ••• Mrs. West had cleaned up the shattered glass and the mess Jason had made before bringing the young boy's bags upstairs to his room. He found a change of clothes and underwear (and an adorable tattered teddy bear) and brought them to where her husband was waiting. "Is he okay?" She asked softly when she heard the shower turn on. "I have no idea," he replied, shaking his head. "The social worker, Michaela, really wasn't kidding when she told us about how anxious he was..." "I know," she sighed. "Poor kid. We should've showed him the loo first." "Yeah, we should have. But there's nothing we can do about it now... Maybe we should just let him rest?" He suggested. "Good idea," she smiled. "We might've overwhelmed the kid. I'll go fix up his room. Stay and wait for him, okay?" ••• The kid came out of the bathroom ten minutes later with red rimmed and heavy eyes. He was tired and completely overwhelmed about his near panic attack. Mr. West was smiling at him gently. "Maybe you should go rest first. We can continue our tour when you're feeling better." Jason nodded and fiddled with his thumbs. "S-sorry a-again, about t-the vase and for..." He stuttered, blushing a bright red. He hated how nervous he was! He had completely humiliated himself! "It's really fine," he repeated. "I know you didn't mean any harm. Don't think about it too much, kid." They continued to walk down the hall, Jason getting drowsier every step of the way. His long and tiring day full of signing papers and traveling clearly wore him down. He almost cries when he sees the comfortable sheets and crawls under them, closing his eyes almost immediately. "You did nothing wrong, okay, kiddo?" Mrs. West whispers gently as she watches her new kid curl up. "We'll be in the room right across." Jason nods, thanks them meekly and curls up under the covers. He's okay with them staying outside. He's okay with them not hitting him for having accidents or for crying. He's okay with them not being his real parents because his real parents were horrible. "I'm really sorry," he says slowly, clutching his bear tightly. "Kid," Mr. West starts again, looking at him gently. "You're going to be living with us now, okay? That means you adjust to what we believe is right. I know it's going to be hard, kid, but you're going to have to learn that accidents like this are not going to make us mad at you. Ever." Jason blinked up at him and frowned. Was he being serious? This was the first time somebody was nice to him about his accidents. "I promise you that you should never be afraid of coming to us when you need help. Also, let us know what you need. We're here to listen to you," he added. "Everything's going to be different now. We aren't here to get angry at you for things you cannot control." "Okay," Jason whispered, feeling oddly lighter now. He was still definitely wary of them but the reassurance was nice. Really nice. "Great," the man smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. He stood and took his wife's hand, leaving the room quietly. As Jason fell asleep, he thought about how tiring the day was, but at the same time, how strangely fulfilling it felt to know that this life was going to be new. The words 'everything's going to be different now,' echoed as he closed his eyes. It was a short phrase, but it still filled him with hope. Different was good. Different had the potential to be great, and so did his new life.
  17. Rajnish94

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  18. Hejsan, Undrar ifall det finns några från sverige här än jag själv ? :) (hello, is wondering if there is anybody from sweden here but myself? )
  19. wetpantsdennis

    Wet Nights

    when I was about seven or eight years old, I went through a period of wetting the bed every night. My Mum and other people tried to find a way of stopping this happening, without much success. I can recall going to the toilet last thing before bed, or being got up in the middle of the night to go and pee, but in the morning, there it was, my bed was wet with wee. Mum would say "Oh no, not again!" and I could not look her in the face; it was deeply embarrassing for me. I would wake up, and immediately, I felt that my bottom and crotch was sopping wet with pee. Ugh! And, of course the bedclothes had to be changed, a plastic sheet protected the mattress. I had to wash myself down in the bathroom, before dressing ready for breakfast. well, this continued for quite some time; not sure how long; but it got to Christmas time, and we went away at Christmas, to a children's home in the Croydon area, South of London. This particular year, the boy's dormitory( where I normally slept when visiting) was full; or so I was told! So I had to sleep in the girl's room! Shock and horror! but I had no choice in the matter. "W W What about, well, you know" I asked Mum: "Oh, don't worry, we all know you wet the bed!" the Matron said. Yet more shame and Embarrassment, when will it ever end? I remember thinking to myself. When it was bedtime, reluctantly I took myself off to the girl's dormitory, to be met by a friendly girl called Pat. She showed me to my bed, it was nearest the door, to make it easier for me to use the toilet, I presume. I undressed quickly, and put my pyjamas on, trying hard not to let the other girls see me naked. I then went to the bathroom,and had a pee, then washed my face and hands, cleaned my teeth, and returning to the dorm, all the girls were in bed already, so I also got in to bed, and the matron came in, made sure everything was alright, said goodnight and turned out the lights. I don't recall how long it took me to get to sleep, probaly not long! But, in the morning, when I woke up, oh no! I was wet again. Worse, Pat had to check on me to see whether I was wet or not. Well, she put her hand in to feel my sheets, and when she saw I had pissed the bed, the expression on her face said it all. I felt I had let her down. And I started to cry, I so wanted to be dry for her and my mum, and I had failed yet again... Ah, but the next morning, I was dry! But, Pat still had to check on me every morning! After a couple of days, I lost my horror of being nude in the girl's dormitory when getting dressed or undressed, and I did not wet the bed any more.
  20. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

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

    Four hours and forty-five minutes, I’m getting faster. I’ve been playing with a more simple style of drawing, using softer colors, just like that sexy NowiGreen girl from deviantart commanded me to do so. In the past, I would spend way more time on the coloring and much less on the lineart, but now I think I now appreciate the importance of spending more time on the sketchwork itself. Zoom in and look at that diaper…look at how the plastic diaper-folds wrap tightly around the caca, smooshing it against the rump. The pokemon here looks like she loves my new style too, Ralts loves getting her face mashed up against the one she love’s shitty diaper. I’m sort of mixing theboogie’s style of highlights with gettar82’s way of coloring and sketching. I was gonna chill and draw much slower for awhile, but now that I’m practice’n more, I’m actually enthusiastic about drawing more characters unloading their crap into their diapers.
  22. Actually this is female AND male, but I can only choose one prefix. You'll understand why I chose the female prefix when you read the story. (I am the boy in the story by the way) I'm not an English speaking person, so maybe my English language in the story is not 100%. But I think you'll understand it :) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OK, here it comes. It was 3 years ago in highschool when my class made a two-hour bustrip. We left early in the morning (7.30). Me and a good friend (the girl) decited not to pee in the morning, which is often (actually always) the most, let's say, important pee of the the day. It was 8.00 AM when we realized this was a very bad idea, especially because this bus was toiletless... After half an hour of driving we felt that our already filled bladders were still increasing. We told eachother that our bladder training would help us to overcome dry: during our last pee holding contest (training) she could hold 900 mL untill it squirts out and I 1 L. But we had never thought about the follwing things: 1) we were on a bus, so your bladder is being shaked the whole way. 2) Nobody might see us desperating, so we had to pretend like everything was normal. 3) the 900 mL of her and the 1 L of my bladder were measured from the 'pee-squirts-out-point'. That means that when our bladders reached about 100 mL less than that maximum, there already dripped some pee out. It was another half an hour later when the girl (called Amber btw) secretly pinched her scrotch. I still know exactly what she whispered to me: "OK it's 7.40 AM, we have to drive almost 1.5 hours and I'm almost wetting myself?! OMG" "1.5 hours!!" she repeated "If there are no problems in traffic" But guess what: there were problems in traffic... It was 9 O'clock when we drove into a long line of cars. Traffic jam. We had a 45 minutes delay because of that. When I hold it that long there comes a moment I don't feel it anymore. That moment started now. For both of us. Maybe it had somethong to do with the fact that we stood still, but I'm not sure. I don't know if you have te same, but if you have you'll know what I mean when I say that the urge comes back later, only two times worse... 9.30 AM. We shoud have arrived, but because of the traffic jam we had 45 minutes delay. The 'two-times-worse-period' was there for Amber. I offered her to empty her bladder for a small part in the empty 150 mL old vitamine pill jar in my rucksack. She ignored, but changed her mind when it was around 9.45 AM. She was pinching her scrotch very frequently now. A very little wet spot appeared in her tight, white pants. "Jar. Fast!!" she whispered loud. We were lucky that we had a seat in the back and everybody was yelling and busy with other things. While I grabbed the little jar, she opened the zipper of her pants. She pulled down her pants and a stream of pee escaped her urethra before i gave the jar. There was a 4 inch wet spot on her seat now. She set the jam on her urethra after she pulled away the part of her underpants that were in front of her vagina. After 4, maybe 5 second the jam was full but she couldn't stop peeing directly. So a long stream of pee squirted out her body and hit the floor. Right that moment a teacher was walking to the back of the bus. While Amber was still losing pee she quickly pulled up her pants. The teacher asked us if we wanted something to drink. I quickly observed the other people with a drink and noticed it were all drink packets and no bottles for catching more pee. "No thanks" we said. 10 O'clock right now. I was really desperate too, but not more than an hour ago. The bladder of Amber on the other hand, had almost reached it's maximum again. With her hands in front of her scrotch she made it to the end of the trip without wetting very worse. (It was 10.15 then) When we walked out of the bus, the end of her urethra opened and her bladder lost the biggest squirt of pee of the whole trip. A long line of pee was 'walking' down her left trouser leg. But she was able to stop the stream and pulled me with her to the other side of the bus. While we run I felt how full my bladder was. I was losing some pee too right now. She tried to unzip her pants, but she failed: her zipper was stucked. Because she hit her bladder while she was trying to unzip, she really started to wet her self right now. She sat on the grass and spread her legs. While I was just peeing in directly in the grass, she peed trough her pants first, because here zipper still didn't contribute. We were looking at eachother. We peed for a minute: The best minute of the best bustrip in my life :D
  23. Rajnish94

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  24. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2015

    Me being a dog-boy, I prefer to be alone to draw my nasty artwork within my doghouse. With no bathroom, I have only the latex toilet strapped around my ass. My art, it's a stress-relieving device I use to prepare me for the battles to cum. My neighboring human counter-parts, although they care little for me and my lowly, stinky diapered species; every now and then they reach into my house, grabbing me by the scruff and collar, and throwing me back into the battle. Late at night, the city outskirts become crawling with creatures so vile and so foul that even the most perverse of my fans would stare in disgust…maybe. Evil beings with licking tongues and sniffing noses; I, the hunter, become the hunted, as I lose the power to hold my filth within me, any further. Whimpering in urgency, I am forced to squat down, close my eyes, raise my tail, and release a shameful dog-like dump into my diaper. Overflowing, the stench of a swelling diaper lingers, it lures over the repulsive beasts, now aroused to the brink of madness. I don't know if they want to fight me or fuck me, but I mustn't stay to find out; however, I can't leave...I've not finished. With my gun drawn, I prepare for the worst. Nobody is ripping this diaper off my ass, except MayZ!!!...(damn her cooking...)
  25. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Gift for my 2 sissies flandrescarlet500 and NowiGreen: Little Fwo use to be so proud that he was one of the messiest and stinkiest wittle puppy boys around. Surely no girl could ever beat him in a diaper-messing contest...Afterall real girls don't even like getting messy, right? So Fwo thought he would easily beat this kitty in a diaper-messing contest.....but was royally disappointed when he discovered his diaper couldn't anywhere near as big as his kitty sister, Lily! ..o////w///<.. So try and try as he might, the gross little naughty puppy couldn't get his diaper stinking as bad, nor could he fill it up to the size of his sister's...no matter how loudly he grunted and squeaked. I guess some girls do like getting messy....and some do it better than Fwo Thankies Lily, for being a fun lil playful and tinky diaper-baby. ..V///////w///V..