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  1. From the album: OmutsuSama´s Omorashi/ABDL Art

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    You've been a naughty girl and Daddy is going to punish you! I've been dying to find a hot POV video like this for a while now and finally did! Enjoy, Rach
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    I think I can post this. It is a park adventure with a girl in a short black dress with a large diaper under it. She walks about the park showing off her diaper for Daddy. Enjoy. Rach
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  4. View File Daughter Tries So Hard to Hold Her Pee "Daddy leave me alone I have to pee! If you don't go now I'm gonna pee myself in front of you!" Your daughter tries so hard to hold it... after all, she's much too old to pee herself. You wait until she has no choice, and uncontrollabley releases her hot wet girl piss all over her romper, whimpering in humiliation. Afterwards she strips down, trying her best to cover her privates in embarrassment and apologizing for making a mess. A short and sweet realistic roleplay for my pee and daughter roleplay lovers! Submitter melikai Submitted 11/20/2022 Category Female  
  5. This is a commission that I recently finished. All is kept anonymous; I just wanted to share it and maybe entertain a few lonely souls on omo.org at 3 A.M. It's called: Where Alice came from, and if the story moved forward I like to imagine the Alice finally has a loving care giver in Denis, and she can once again go to her happy place. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, who ever you are. Where Alice Came From Alice sipped at her coffee on and off as she watched people pass by. The sun hung lazily in the sky as fiery, dry leaves skittered by her feet on the lukewarm, autumn afternoon. She was camped in her favorite spot under the terrace of the cafe. Alice liked watching them, wondering where they were going, where they had come from. The young woman sat in curiosity; did any of them have secrets like she had? Did they walk with such confidence down the sidewalk all the while concealing their lack of control under casual clothing which gave little hint to the truth of who they were? These things Alice understood, hoping that she wasn’t alone; these were fantasies. Unlike her day dreams of the bustling crowd which passed by, Alice’s truth was undeniable and a rush of warmth emanating from her groin only served to reinforce what she was. Alice would need a change soon. Apart from people watching, and the delicious coffee, which often disagreed with her, there was another reason she liked Marki’s cafe on 24th and 5th; his name was Denis. It started small, occasional glances stolen by the man as he moved from table to table cleaning up after various patrons, but Alice could tell he was interested and made a plan to come to Marki’s a couple times a week hoping that Denis would gain the nerve to talk to her. Today, her efforts would pay off. Denis untied his apron, draping it over his shoulder after he punched out. His heart was beating so loudly he could hear it; his mouth was dry. He couldn’t explain the spell Alice put him under, but he knew she was unlike any of the other attractive women that frequented Marki’s. He quickly peered out the window to make sure Alice was still there, and smiled to see that she was, but now he was all the more nervous. Now he had to go through with it. He stepped out the door and into the cooling afternoon. He was glad that he had brought his cardigan with him, and Denis found the cool air a welcome change from the dense scent of espresso that persisted inside Marki’s. The cafe was built on the slant of a bluff in the city, and as a result many of the building’s features were either very small or slanted in an awkward, but acceptable way. Denis nearly had to duck to go in and out of the shop whenever he came to work, or wanted a coffee; he was rather tall to begin with. After a few more precious moments of stalling, he decided it was now or never. His eyes locked onto her as he approached. He hadn’t gotten much of a chance to look at Alice during his shift; he was busy cleaning tables, and also didn’t want to be rude. Now, he could take her in fully with his gaze, and what a delight it was. She was much shorter than himself, probably just under five foot, he guessed. Long white hair perfectly framed such a youthful, entrancing face. Despite her ageless features, she was no doubt a woman, with delightful, B-cup breasts, and just enough curviness in her form that would cause your eyes to wander. Denis was a particular fan of her ass, which always had a very round, full appearance, and he often found himself thinking about how soft it must be. All these things were very nice, but what really got to him was her outfits. He had to admit he thought she always looked adorable, and even though some might find it odd that a woman would dress so childishly, he found it particularly hot. Alice sat there, legs crossed. Light green overalls covered up to her chest, and the rest of her modesty was covered by a light blue onesie covered in prints of yellow, cartoon, rubber ducks. The overalls were clipped by two yellow buttons, and upon closer inspection, the onesie was closed from the back by snaps similar to those on baby clothes. Denis found this particularly odd since he guessed it would be rather hard to put it on by yourself with the snaps in the back, but mentally shrugged it off. Overall, Denis currently found her irresistible, and once he got close enough, her violet eyes looked back into his. Alice could feel her cheeks getting hot, and her diaper grow warmer when Denis got to the table. She brushed a hand through her hair, and picked up her coffee cup to take a drink. “Hi,” she said in a soft, sweet voice. “Hello,” Denis replied. He froze up for a moment, lost in the way she made him feel, but soon snapped himself out of it. “I’m Denis,” he reached out his hand, and Alice shook it in response. “Hi, Denis,” she giggled. “I’m awice- A-Alice,” she cleared her throat and blushed. “You can sit down if you want.” He did so gladly, excited to finally be talking to her. Her voice wouldn’t leave his ears. Denis tried to calm himself and focus on being polite. “Thank you. It was kind of a long shift. I hope I’m not disturbing you.” “No, I don’t mind the company,” she blushed and took a sip of her coffee. “That’s good,” he smiled back at her. Soon, coffee after his shift became a ritual of theirs, and the two quickly got to know each other. Coffee lead to dinner dates, dinners to late night movies at his apartment, and as the months went by they spent the nights together, holding each other and dreaming of their future. Denis wasn’t the type to rush things, but often he fantasized about undoing the clasps of her overalls and slowly unbuttoning whatever silly onesie she wore. He promised himself that he would remain a gentleman when it came to Alice; it was clear that she was something very special, so he could wait. The strange thing was that in all this time Denis hadn’t seen her in anything less than her pajamas, which was fine with him, she looked cute either way, but he had to admit that it seemed like she was hiding something. Alice had even made a rule that if she was in the bathroom she needed to be alone, claiming shyness. However, as the way secrets go, Alice’s effort to hide her truth from her friend eventually was proven to be in vain. It was a night similar to many others they had shared. The two were seated on Denis’s couch, and since it was Alice’s turn to choose the movie, they were watching an animated show with talking animals; Denis wasn’t exactly paying close attention, his eyes instead settling on her delightful smile. They held hands, and chatted casually as the movie carried on. This night in particular, Denis had dusted off two bottles of some nice wine. Alice usually didn’t drink, and she crinkled her nose after every sip until the taste grew on her. Her head felt so fuzzy that she scarcely noticed how frequently she had been wetting, and rewetting, her padding. Her stomach rumbled, and she pouted, placing a hand lightly over her belly. “Are you okay, baby?” Denis asked, voice tainted with concern. “Mhmmm,” she giggled, bouncing in her seat excitedly. Alice loved it when he called her baby. “Fanks for letting me choose the movie.” “You’re welcome,” he pulled her in for a side-hug, and poured himself another glass of wine, trying in vain to drink the majority of it lest Alice keep slurring her speech like that. “I’ll be right back, okay cutie?” “Oh, otay…” she frowned. “Come back soon, p-pwease.” She’s such a lightweight, Denis smirked to himself, walking off to the bathroom. He took the chance to check the litter box while he was there, he swore he could smell piss earlier and figured he must have forgot to clean up after mittens last night, but to his surprise it was untouched. He locked the door behind him. Back out in the living room, Alice sat with her hands in between her legs, letting the heat from the piss-soaked diaper under her overalls warm her fingers up. It was fall again, and the temperature had been dropping steadily each day. Her thoughts turned to Denis, and she remarked to herself that even now she missed him; Alice was really starting to develop feelings for him. He was so gentle, so kind. He had even read her a story once before bed, and that felt much nicer than Denis knew. Alice hated that she felt like she had to hide her secret from him, but how would he react? I wish I could tell him everything. I wish he just already knew and liked me anyway, she thought to herself. She hugged her knees into her chest, pouted, and began messing herself. This, she remained unaware of, and the shit continued to pile into her already exhausted diaper as she felt sorry for herself. The sound of the toilet flushing made her perk up a little, but that same weight came crashing down on her heart; Alice wet herself yet again, which she usually didn’t notice anyway, not anymore. She stood abruptly, walking toward Denis as he arrived back in the living room, and threw her arms around him. “Oof, hey there,” he hugged her back. “Is everything alright?” She took a step away and looked to his eyes, then the floor. Alice reached out and took his hand. “I w-want to tell you something. C-can we sit down and tal-” her diaper ballooned as the last of her bowels emptied. “Uh, I- I-” “What’s wrong, baby?” his eyes were heavy with concern. “Whatever you need to say, I’ll listen. Let’s sit down and-” his nose wrinkled “hang on, sorry Alice.” Denis looked around. “Do you smell that? I gotta call that damn landlord. I told him about the plumbing issues a million times, but everytime he ‘fixes’ it, the toilet backs up again a week later.” He sighed, “I’m sorry, let’s go talk, okay?” It had been two years since the last time Alice had a diaper leak; she was proud of this. It almost made her feel like a big girl, almost. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the wine that had so quickly made its way to her bladder lazily rolled down her thighs as piss and began soaking into the denim of her overalls. “Uh-oh,” her mind raced as she saw the realization wash across his face. Alice was petrified; she was peeing all over herself. She clenched her fists hard, trying with all her might to fight the words clawing their way out of her mouth. “I- I-,” she strained, urine now gushing down her legs and spreading out in a pool at her feet. “I had an accident, d-daddy.” Her face lit up crimson. It had been a long time since she had said those words; she had no choice. “Are you okay, Alice?!” Denis held the back of his hand up to her forehead “Are you sick?” “I had an accident, daddy.” Alice pouted, her mind becoming cloudy. She battled against it, but could tell she was loosing. The doctor really knew what he was doing. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” Denis said, still very worried about his friend. He took her hand and started back toward the bathroom, but Alice remained in place. He to her, “Come with me, baby.” At his word, she obeyed. It felt so natural to take commands. Alice desperately wanted to change into a clean diaper, but whenever she considered doing it her arms felt very weak, and her hands would not obey. She was soothed by Denis’s presence, and it felt so nice to be led by the hand. They came to a stop in the bathroom, and he closed the door, sitting her down on the toilet. Alice swooned as she felt the warm mess mush into her ass, and purred. Denis knelt down, looking at her. “Alice?” He gently put a finger under her chin, and directed her gaze to himself. “Can you hear me, Alice? Can you lift your arms all the way up? Smile for me?” She obeyed, giggling as she thrust her arms into the air and smiled for him. She felt so safe with him. “Hi hi, Denis!” She bounced on her seat, enjoying every warm, lovely moment of it. “Hi,” he chuckled back. “Listen, you really have me worried. Please tell me why you’re acting like this.” “I had an accident, daddy.” “I know, cutie. What happened? Did you have too much wine? If that’s what all this is about then it’s okay. Trust me, I’ve been pretty drunk before and it’s easy to not realize how much you have to go.” Alice shook her head, grinning and thinking about how nice it was to be talking to Denis like this; just the two of them. “No, I jus’ can’t hold it.” “What do you mean, baby? You mean when you drink?” “No, Deny,” she giggled. “I can’t ever.” “You mean you’re incontinent?” Alice nodded, and tugged on Denis’s shirt. “Can we go cuddle pwease?” He picked up her hand and held it. He was genuinely confused. There was no way he could have missed something like that. Right? He thought to himself. Even so, being incontinent didn’t explain her behavior. He wanted to believe it was just the wine, but he couldn’t kid himself. She had only drank three glasses; lightweight or not, it’s not an amount people get piss drunk on. Plus, there was this look in her eyes, the same spark he would see just before bed when they would hold each other and share their thoughts. It was a look of honesty, connection, humility; it was Alice. “How can you be incontinent?” She shrugged. “I jus’ can’t hold it.” “No, baby, I mean if you’re incontinent then why don’t you have accidents all the time?” “Ohhhh!” Alice giggled. “My diape holds it.” “Your diaper?” “Mhmmm. This one can’t hold anymore though,” she looked down at the massive wet patch down both legs. “I’m sowwy I had an accident an’ made a mess.” The more rational part of the woman’s mind was dreamily watching through a thick, pink fog. Some part of her knew exactly what was happening, knew that it would go away on its own in a few hours, unless- I can’t ask Denis to do that! He probably already wants to run away, her adult mind sleepily muttered. Alice knew, however, that if she didn’t snap out of it soon, the poor girl may lose precious time explain before she did even more damage to her image being subbed out and regressed around Denis for the rest of the night. She bit the bullet, but found it felt so nice to ask, “will you pwease change me, Deny?” She looked at him yet again with the earnestness in her gaze. “I can’t do it on my own.” She tried lifting her arms to get to the buttons on her overalls, but they sat limply beside her. “Pwease?” “You need me to?” He looked at her with genuine caring. Denis was bewildered at the sequence of events that led him to this moment, but he knew that she needed him. Deep down, he knew that he would want her help too if the roles were reversed. “Mhmm,” she nodded. “Do you have any, uh- unused ones?” “In my backpack,” she grinned. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Alice kissed him on the cheek. Denis went and retrieved the bag, finally getting to peer into its contents. She always carried it with her. He retrieved a big, fluffy diaper. The man laid a towel out on the floor, and guided Alice down onto her back. He put on gloves, and went to work. After he had the used padding disposed of, and helped her shower off, of course being respectful and only looking at what needed cleaning. He was by no means an expert, but he remembered enough from his home economics class in high school to get Alice taped back up in a protective diaper; he even remembered to use vaseline and baby powder, both of which made Alice a very happy girl. He threw her clothes in the wash, and dressed her in a pair of his sweatpants and a bright yellow t-shirt, it was the only colorful shirt he had. Almost an hour later, he led her to his bedroom, and laid her down, tucking her in and making sure she was comfortable. Denis finally broke the silence. “Are you feeling okay?” “Y-yes I am, Deny- uh, Denis. Thank you.” Her voice was more even now, that familiar soft, sweet whisper was back. “Yeah, you’re starting to sound a bit more coherent.” Her mind became more and more clear with each moment. Now for the hard part; it was time for the truth. “Denis? I have to tell you something.” Her voice was vulnerable. “It’s okay that you’re incontinent, Alice. It doesn’t bother me.” Alice looked at him, “It’s more than that. Look at me, Denis. If I tell you my story, just do me one thing?” “Sure, Alice.” “Just promise you won’t ask me to leave until I get to the end, okay? Then you can do whatever you want. I just- It’s very personal.” He brushed a strand of hair away from her timid face. “I’m right here, Alice. I’m listening.” She took a breath. “I want to tell you where I came from,” she paused. “Where Alice came from.” *** Four Years Earlier Zac’s alarm clock went off, and he sleepily reached out a dead hand and slapped the button on top. It was time to go to work, again. He hoped against all that his hard work at Markov’s Bioengineering would pay off, and the young man could go from his internship there to a full time position; maybe even study under Markov himself. He sighed, pulling himself out of bed, and wandering toward the bathroom. He planted his hand against the wall and emptied his bladder into the toilet. After he was done with his morning routine, he walked out into his apartment, now more awake. Zac unplugged his phone from the charger, and scrolled through his notifications as the coffee percolated to his left. He stood at six foot five, with light blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a youthful face, fitting for his age of twenty-one years. His mentality betrayed his young age, however, and he was well regarded as a polite, responsible and sharp witted young man. Having graduated highschool two years early, and already earned a bachelors in biomedical technology left little to dispute in the way of his matured mind. He often thought back to his childhood years, and remarked to himself that he always had his eyes glued to a book, or copying anatomical drawings from grey’s anatomy. Zac still remembered the day he knew he wanted to help people be better than their body would allow. His younger brother had broken his arm, and Zac had never been so afraid for the little snot. He clung to his mother in the waiting room of the ER, and wouldn’t stop crying until the doctor agreed to let him back to check on Henry. The boy had arrived just in time to see a nurse wrapping the last of the wet plaster wrap around his brother’s arm, and was so relieved to see that he would be okay. As his mother liked to recount, despite being only eight years old, Zac had walked up to the nurse and thanked her for fixing his brother. “I wanna help people like you when I grow up.” That’s when I knew my little boy would grow up to be a doctor, he could still hear her voice in his mind. I should call her, he thought to himself. He continued to scroll until an email made his heart stop; the from line read Markov. Zac hurried down the street, suitcase in hand, papers of research in another. The email instructed him to report to Markov’s office as soon as he got to work. He couldn’t stop grinning, he was sure that he would be promoted. One thing, however, kept bothering him. Zac was also instructed to bring two changes of clothes, toiletries, the works. The only thing he could think of was that he was being sent abroad to work at one of MBE’s satellite locations. This turned his knuckles white with anticipation. Ancillary sites were traditionally were Alexi Marov did his most riveting work, where there was peace and quiet. Regardless of the unknowns, Zac complied with every instruction to the letter, and soon found himself in the elevator of MBE, ascending to the top floor. The door dinged, and opened to a nicely furnished lobby. Zac had only been as far up as the labs on the fifteenth floor. A beautiful woman stood up from behind her desk, and almost seemed to waddle over to him. He didn’t want to be rude, so he tried his best not to notice her odd gait, assuming she perhaps had clubbed feet, or scoliosis. “Welcome to Dr. Markov’s office. I’ll let him know you’re here, Zac. Why don’t you take a seat.” “Oh, um. Thank you,” he replied awkwardly. Despite his advanced intellect, Zac was not dissimilar in some respects to most men his age. He tried his best, but couldn’t keep his eyes from scanning her figure up and down. Luckily, his excitement was quelled by an odor that lingered in the air after the assistant returned to her desk. I guess even pretty ladies fart, he chuckled inwardly. Ten minutes later, a tone sounded from behind the receptionist’s desk. “You may enter Dr. Markov’s office now,” she smiled to him. “Thank you, uh-” “My name is Ms.Darcy,” she returned. “Thank’s Darcy.” Zac’s hand shook as he reached for the door’s handle, and he steeled himself before turning it, and entering. There he was. Markov sat behind his large oak desk. When standing, he was just as tall as Zac, but leaner and not as muscular. His real strength was his mind, and everyone knew and revered it. “Hello, Dr. Markov. You wanted to see me?” “Yes, Come in and please close the door behind you.” Zac obeyed, pulling the door shut and walking up to the doctor’s desk. “Take a seat, Zac.” The doctor watched steadily as the young man nervously lowered himself into the seat. “You know, I run a very big company.” “Oh, I know sir. I know all about your company?” “Is that so?” Shit, Zac cursed himself. “I mean, uh- not as much as the guy who owns it, obviously. I just meant, well, I’ve read all your biographies, followed your career since I was ten. Respectfully, doctor, you’re brilliant.” Markov chuckled, thinking to himself that he had indeed made a good choice in the young man. He was eager to please; this would make the transformation all the easier to carry out. Zac wasn’t strong willed like Darcy had been. Still, despite this, Markov was little else than successful with Darcy. Zac was simply there to help him tweak his formula, or so Markov told himself. “Thank you, son. We have something in common then, because I’ve had my eye on you for quite a while too. You’ve made quite the impression down in the lab; no easy feat for one employee to stand out among thousands.” “Th-thank you sir! That means more than you know!” Zac had trouble containing his excitement. He couldn’t help it; it was finally happening. All his hard work was paying off. “Listen to me now,” Markov uttered, his voice growing serious. “I need someone to help me fine tune a little project I have been working on. It’s a passion project of mine, you see. You fit the bill, Zac. What do you say?” “Absolutely!” Markov smiled, “wonderful. Did you bring what was asked of you?” Zac raised his suitcase, “right here, Dr. Markov.” “Perfect.” Markov continued to stare for a beat, and suddenly Zac got this horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. His nose wrinkled up. There’s that smell again, he thought to himself. “So, when do we leave for-” A rag soaked in chloroform was pressed firmly against his nose and mouth, and Zac quickly lost consciousness. The last sound in his ears was the voice of the doctor, Perfect… well done Darcy… good girl… *** Alice remembered very little from before the transformation, as she explained to Denis throughout her chronicling. She could recall her old job, that she had gone to college to study… something. Most of it was blank, and whenever she tried to dig back through her time before being Alice, all she could think of was Markov; to Alice, he would always be daddy. *** Zac awoke to the doctor’s voice crackling through an outdated P.A. system, a cold, metal slab firm against his back. “Welcome, Zac. We would like to thank you again for volunteering to help in my research.” “W-what?” He asked weakly, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the harsh sterile light shining down on his naked body. “Ah, yes. Disorientation is to be expected with the amount of sedatives you were given. You’ll have to forgive me, dear. As I’m sure you’ll understand shortly, it’s imperative that this facility remain a secret.” Zac could hear the clicking of heels getting louder as Darcy approached him. Had his mind been clear then, he probably would’ve gawked at the assistant. She wore nothing save for a large-volume, adult diaper. Darcy’s breasts were exposed, and she had a vacant, dreamy look on her face. “Don’ be scawed, silly! Daddy will take good care of you,” she giggled, and the hissing sound of piss swelling her diaper was loud enough for Zac to hear even in his dazed state. “Daddy?” he asked in a fog. “Catching on already, I see,” Markov’s voice crackled over once more. “Darcy here is assisting me with my research. You’ll have to forgive her ditzyness; her mind didn’t survive the procedure in tact, you see. That’s part of what you’re here to help me replicate.” Horror shot down Zac’s spine as some sharpness came back to his mind. He tried in vain to sit up, but found that he was restrained tightly. “L-let me go!” he thrashed against the leather cuffs once more but to no avail. “Now, now, Zac. We haven’t even gotten started yet. Don’t you still want to help me change the world?” “You’re fucking crazy!” He yelled in response. Zac could hear the doctor sigh over the loudspeaker. “Are you going to make this difficult?” “LET ME OUT!” Zac struggled hard against the restraints. His eyes were wide and belligerent. “Sigh. Darcy, be a good girl and put your new sister to sleep, okay cutie?” “What the fuck are you talking about?! Let me go!! LET M-” Zac felt a sharp pinch in his neck, and his muscles relaxed. Darcy stood over him, smiling giddily. “Did I do good, daddy?” Zac no struggled to even lift a finger, but his waking mind didn’t slip away entirely. His vision tunneled, and everything sounded like he had cotton stuck in his ears. Yes, Darcy. You’re a very good girl, Markov replied to his slave. Mmmm… does that mean you’ll change me now pwease? After we’re done helping your sister, I promise. Now, put her special princess mask on for her. She’s feeling a little sleepy right now. Zac could faintly feel Darcy pulling the rubber straps behind his ears, fixing an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. The receptionist giggled, Is she gonna be pertty wike me? A long hose was connected to the intake of the mask, winding its way across the floor of Markov’s sophisticated lab, and connecting to a strange machine comprised of several chambers, valves and canisters. That’s right, pumpkin! Kiss your sister for good luck. Darcy bent down, and sweetly kissed Zac’s forehead. It would be the last kiss Zac would ever receive. The doctor flipped a switch, and a pink cloud of gas began to work its way through the hose and into the young man. His chest heaved, and his heart raced. Whatever this stuff was, he was sure this was the end. He would die here on this table while Darcy drooled and filled her diaper. “Ahhhh!” Zac cried out in pain as his bones began to shrink. His jawline grew softer as his stature was reduced from his comfortable six foot five to under five feet. He moaned, his nipples growing sensitive and engorged, riding atop two mounds quickly developing into perky, B-cup breasts. He mustered all of his will, but still couldn’t manage to move any part of his body save for his mouth. Darcy, Markov called over the P.A. turn up the feed, sweetie. You’re sister needs a little more princess gas. Yes, daddy. Darcy complied, and to Zac’s horror he could feel his genitals begin to shrivel, decreasing in size so rapidly that after five minutes of his muffled screaming, it was gone. This was when Zac lost consciousness. *** Alice remembered those first few days well; she could not walk on her own. The poor girl had to get used to her new body, and in those early few months, Zac’s voice was still very loud in her mind, rebelling, fighting. Alice shook as she continued to recount the story to Denis for fear that he may tell her to leave and never come back at any moment, but he was a man of his word, and continued to listen patiently, with empathy. “At first, I thought it was all a bad dream,” her sweet voice carried on. *** Several days passed before Markov finally made an appearance. Up until that point, it was Darcy who had fed her broth, and cleaned up after her when she couldn’t get up to use the toilet in the corner of her prison. At first, she thought it was all a bad dream. When she first awoke, her eyes weakly scanned the room Alice found herself in. She was fenced into the corner by what appeared to be a massive, green playpen. Large wooden blocks with letters and numbers stamped onto the side adorned the chamber, as well as many oversized stuffed animals, and taking up one wall of her pin was a giant mirror. As days went by, Alice gained the courage to look at her new body more and more. She was beautiful. She was sure that she would be stuck in that place for the rest of her life, only having the receptionist to look after her. That all changed one day as Darcy was tending to her. “Daddy says it’s a good sign that you’re pottying on yourself. Daddy says that it means the tra-trasnfomashun went very well. Smile, Awice! Daddy says you’re doing good!” Darcy babbled as she wiped her sissy’s legs down with a warm washcloth. “That’s not my fucking name!” It was the first thing she had strength to utter since the nightmare in the lab. “Now, that’s a very naughty girl!” Markov’s voice sounded, and the mirror turned transparent, revealing an observation room. He had clearly been watching her slowly gain her strength back. “There’s no need for language like that, little lady!” “What the fuck did you do to me, Markov?!” Alice shouted. Her voice sounded soft, and oddly high pitched as it escaped her now full, cupid bow lips. The doctor cleared his throat. “It’s clear we should have started your conditioning much earlier with that kind of attitude, but I tried to be nice and give you a week to recover.” Has it really only been a week, she thought to herself, frantic. “P-please just let me go. I w-won’t tell anyone!” “Awww, Alice. That hurts me. I think that if you really give this a chance, you’ll find that you feel right at home with sissy and daddy.” She began crying; Alice feared that she would never be the same again, that she would forever remain the prisoner of this mad doctor. “Don’t cry, baby. Alice?” “THAT’S NOT MY FUCKING NAME!” “Zac!” Markov yelled. This got her attention, but shook her in the way that her name sounded forien. “Listen, you have my word that if you cooperate, I will turn you back to normal and set you free, okay? Can you be a good girl until then?” Her eyes stung with tears, and Alice’s mind raced as she considered her options. “Well?” “Y-yes…” her soft voice trailed off. “Yes, who?” “Yes, d-daddy.” “Good girl, now open your mouth.” “Why?” “Open your mouth,” the doctor’s face and voice were stern. Alice obeyed, starting to see that her only way out was by playing his game. Darcy walked up, placing a violet and white pill gently on her tongue. “Now, swallow. Good girl.” *** “I still don’t know what was in those pills, but I can tell you what they did,” Alice said to Denis, seeing the confusion on his face. “They made me daddy’s obedient little girl.” She propped herself up on her elbow and looked away from his eyes. “These next couple parts are embarrassing to admit, so I won’t look at you while I say them. I’m sorry, Denis, but you deserve to know the truth. This is the only way I can bring myself to talk about it.” Alice reached over and grabbed his hand. “It wasn’t until three weeks later that I figured out his plans for me.” *** Sometimes even after she was free from that place, Alice thought about how nice it would be to have another one of daddy’s magic pills. The first time she swallowed one, it hit her almost immediately. A light, warm fuzziness which hugged her mind like a big teddy bear. Markov smiled when he first saw the giddy, vacant look on her face. “I isolated the component that caused Darcy’s, well, let’s call it persistent silliness, from the compound you received before it was administered. I had a hunch about this compound. God it feels good to be right,” he chuckled to himself. “Anyway, you need not worry. It’s affects are, as far as I can tell from its structure, temporary. It’ll last for a few hours; that’s all I’ll require.” “Yes, daddy.” she giggled. Alice’s memories from when she would take a pill for the first couple weeks were unrecallable. All she could make out looking back was the warmest, fuzziest feeling and even thinking about it would make her giddy. It didn’t take Alice long to develop a liking for whatever Markov was giving her; it was a welcome reprieve from her situation. It wasn’t long after this period of time that Alice happily swallowed down her dose, but this time she would remember everything. *** “He never did anything sexual to me, he wasn’t like that. I know it sounds converse, but there were good times with daddy. The first time I remembered our training session, I became addicted to it.” Denis gave no response other than his expression, one of compassionate listening. He really liked Alice, and she deserved to be heard out, though he did have a million questions. “It’s hard to describe,” she went on. “Nothing felt better than obeying daddy, no matter what I was told to do.” Alice closed her eyes. “That included pissing and shitting myself. Daddy… M-Markov wanted what he called ‘the ideal, obedient diaper girl’ and, well, he got his wish. ” *** During their sessions, Markov, in addition to slowly whittling away at her control over her bladder and bowels, went to work conditioning her pliable mind while she was on the pill. Streaks of violet had begun to present in her irises, a sign that his tweaks to the formula were working as planned. Alice’s hair had also turned a beautiful, silvery white; it was an unexpected, but welcome side effect. Alice sat on her training potty, wearing a romper over an already very full diaper. Her eyes were glue to a monitor, broadcasting a million suggestions in the form of static into her gaze. “What are you learning, sweetie?” She swooned as she felt shit start to pile up in the back of her diaper, “Dat I can’t change my own diapee. My arms just won’t work.” “Good girl! Daddy is very happy with you, Alice. How do you feel?” “I feel fuzzy an’ silly,” she giggled. “What makes you feel that way?” “Mmmmm, the candy you give me?” “What else, pumpkin?” “Ohhh! When my diapee leaks hehe.” It was true, Markov had doctored the molecule to gradually build up in her system. Combined with certain cues which were implanted via hypnosis while under the affect of the substance, the doctor found a way to tie her regression to different triggers. Markov had gotten the conditioning down to a science. He watched as Alice illustrated his work, pissing her diaper past capacity. “I had an accident, daddy.” She pouted. Soon her once blue eyes were overtaken with a deep violet, and just as the doctor had intended, Alice was rendered permanently diaper dependent. She had been there just shy of two years, all the while being conditioned by her daddy. Even though she wet and messed without any control, Markov still delighted in making her shit herself with a single glance. It was a cue he had programmed in. The doctor would take shifts with Darcy, one of the two always being on watch, and tending to Alice when she needed a change, which was often. Night after night she spent her time happily soiling herself, seemingly conquered by the mad doctor; that was, until she was rescued. *** “The details aren’t very clear. I was kept deeply regressed almost constantly; even now, I’m still a little bit little all the time, but nothing compared to how deep I went under daddy’s care. I’m really happy I escaped and got to meet you, but sometimes I miss going under like that. It’s just not safe for me to do it alone.” Alice looked back up to look back into his eyes, and he gently smiled back at her. “It was Darcy that saved me. In all my time there I figured she was just as sillied out as I was, if not more. Apparently the doctor hadn’t got the math quite right on her ‘persistent silliness’. Darcy had been fully lucid for a month, acting the part flawlessly until she made her move. She waited until D-Markov was asleep, and synthesized an antagonist to the regression molecule. All it took was one shot, and I was back. Darcy motioned for me to stay quiet, and so I did. I followed her into his chamber, and watched her inject him with a sedative. I didn’t stick around to find out what became of Markov, but my guess is that he’s somewhere under her control.” “I took me a while to learn how to cope with my new… condition. I had to go buy my own diapers, had to get a job, and tried to put it all behind me. I kept going by Alice, my old name just didn’t feel right anymore. I kept a journal of everything that would trigger my regression; that’s when I learned that leaking could cause it and I had been very careful about when I would change myself up until tonight. You see, only the deeply ingrained suggestions still hold if I’m not kept deeply little, so I can usually manage to clean up after myself, but you can imagine that springing a leak can easily become a runaway cycle. Thank you for changing me by the way. Okay,” she took a deep breath. “That’s my story. That’s where Alice comes from.” Denis kissed her passionately. He felt so lucky to know her, and to get to have so much of her trust after others had treated her so poorly. He climbed on top of her, kissing her neck, and rubbing the front of her diaper which was already warm to the touch. Denis pulled her sweatpants off, and she giggled, happier than anything that he still liked her. He pulled the padding to the side, and slid into her, piss leaking out of her and trickling warmly over his cock. Alice moaned in delight despite beginning to shit herself as Denis put his weight into her. After they made love, Denis gave his cutie a change, and put her to bed. He kissed her forehead gently, “I’m right here, baby. I’ll protect you.” Alice smiled and fell asleep.
  6. lilhp

    diaper, wet

    From the album: Art by Lilhp

    Fifth in a series I think someone needs a change… we don’t want that rash coming back. Don’t be embarrassed, Honey, you just can’t control yourself anymore! *sniff sniff* You didn’t have another messy accident, did you!? I told you to tell me if you needed to go! As soon as I change you and spank that bottom you’re in time out, missy!!!

    © http://lilhp.tumblr.com/post/81610914230/i-think-someone-needs-a-change-we-dont-want-that

  7. lilhp

    diaper, dry

    From the album: Art by Lilhp

    Fourth in a series You thought you could trick me by hiding those wet pullups under your bed, did you?! Be quiet! If you’re going to pee yourself like a baby you’re going to be put in baby diapers! Oh yes, at nighttime too… you didn’t think I noticed your sheets changed themselves three times this week? Do you think i’m stupid? That mattress is probably ruined now!

    © http://lilhp.tumblr.com/post/79893367198/you-thought-you-could-trick-me-by-hiding-those-wet

  8. lilhp

    Pullups, wet

    From the album: Art by Lilhp

    Third in a series I’m sorry honey, I know you’re trying to get to the potty on time… You’re just not trying hard enough. Could you even tell you had to go? Why didn’t you tell me? I have to wonder if you actually like peeing your pullups like a toddler then stop what you’re doing and go to the bathroom like a big girl!

    © http://lilhp.tumblr.com/post/80026541113/im-sorry-honey-i-know-youre-trying-to-get-to

  9. lilhp

    Pullups, dry

    From the album: Art by Lilhp

    Second in a series. They’re just like normal undies… lots of kids your age wear these. Stop arguing, unless you want another spanking! These are just a precaution, I can’t trust you with big girl panties anymore!

    © http://lilhp.tumblr.com/post/79703494907/theyre-just-like-normal-undies-lots-of-kids-your

  10. lilhp

    Big Girl Pants

    From the album: Art by Lilhp

    First in a series Christ, not again! This is the fifth time this week! I can’t believe you peed your pants again… I’m done cleaning up after you, young lady! This is the final straw!

    © http://lilhp.tumblr.com/post/79476365244/christ-not-again-this-is-the-fifth-time-this

  11. View File Daddy Punishes You [POV] You've been a naughty girl and Daddy is going to punish you! I've been dying to find a hot POV video like this for a while now and finally did! Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 07/19/2019 Category Female videos Clothing
  12. When I first came here some three years ago, it was for the desperation, and not the wetting. Then I discovered wetting and got really into that. I still found diapers weird and wasn't really into that, but after a while I started to warm up to that idea, too. Then, a year or so ago, I found a mod for The Sims 4 that enabled all sims to wear and go in diapers, not just toddlers, and I created the character of Rosa in the game. And so, this story was born. Hope someone will enjoy it. I'm not a huge fan of messing, but this story will contain small amounts of it in a mostly non-sexual context. There will be some swearing, and a fair amount of smut. This story isn't a huge priority, and I don't know exactly how long it will be, but it'll probably go on for a while. PROLOGUE It was the cold that woke her. It always was. The way her pyjamas clung to her skin, clammy and wet, the damp sheets under her turning chilly in the night air from the open window. It took her a few moments to realise why she was cold and wet, but this was the third time this week, so it didn’t take long. Once she did realise, she let out a long wail, tears beginning to spill from her eyes. The door opened, light spilling in from the hall. ‘What is it now?’ said her mother’s tired voice. Rosa pulled her blanket up to her chin and sobbed. ‘I . . . I wet the bed,’ she whispered. Her mother sighed audibly. ‘Again? How many times does that make this month?’ Rosa didn’t answer. She tried to swallow her tears, stop the sobbing. ‘Come on, stop that.’ Her mother stretched out a hand. ‘Get up, honey.’ Rosie grabbed her stuffed unicorn by the ear and crawled out of bed, leaving cold, wet sheets behind. ‘No, leave the unicorn here.’ She did as she was told, dropping Uni on the floor, whispering a soft, ‘Sorry.’ She didn’t think Uni had gotten any pee on her. That was good. It was her favourite toy. Her grandmother had given it to her. She took her mother’s hand, and was marched to the bathroom. She saw herself in the mirror while her mother undressed her. A chubby six-year-old with red pigtails and a smattering of freckles across her little nose. Her hazel eyes were red and puffy, and she sniffed. ‘This has to stop,’ said her mother sternly. ‘You’re six! Too old to be pissing yourself every other night.’ Rosa felt the tears begin to come again. ‘I’m sorry!’ she whined. ‘Stop that!’ Her mother sounded angry, and she grabbed her by the shoulders and gave a little shake. ‘You’re too old to be blubbering like that too!’ Rosa tried to stop, she really did, but instead she began to cry harder. ‘Oh, for fuck’s sake!’ Rosa’s mother pulled the wet pyjamas off her daughter. ‘Shut up!’ When Rosie didn’t, she slapped her face, and when that didn’t help, she sat down on the toilet, put her child over her knee and spanked her little bottom. Not hard. She just wanted to shock the screaming child into silence, and it worked. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said afterwards, but she sounded indifferent. ‘It’s just not very mature of you to go on blubbering like that when I’m trying to talk to you!’ She got a washcloth out of the cupboard under the sink and filled the sink with warm water and soap. ‘Here,’ she said, handing Rosie the washcloth. ‘Clean yourself up while I change your sheets. Thank God I bought that plastic cover for the mattress . . .’ The next time Rosa wet the bed, she didn’t cry. She stayed in her wet pyjamas and her wet bed until morning, and the following night there was a disposable sheet on her bed, and her mother put her in a diaper for the first time since she was three.
  13. Guest

    RP daddy's wanted! ⚠

    Hay there folks! I am part of a fairly small discord group catering to abdls and littles (quite a few furrys too). On our group there is roughly <60 people with only really around <10 fully active people. The group consists mainly of people from the US but it is global! The problem we are having is that the whole server has only 5 daddy's and most are not particularly active. Because of this a few of our little ones are getting a bit upset in our roleplay channels. So that's where we need you! Are you: ✴ A kind and caring individual? ✴ Someone with a little roleplaying experience? ✴ Between the ages 16 to 30? Then send me a private message stating your interest so we can get you added!
  14. 1,594 downloads

    "Daddy leave me alone I have to pee! If you don't go now I'm gonna pee myself in front of you!" Your daughter tries so hard to hold it... after all, she's much too old to pee herself. You wait until she has no choice, and uncontrollabley releases her hot wet girl piss all over her romper, whimpering in humiliation. Afterwards she strips down, trying her best to cover her privates in embarrassment and apologizing for making a mess. A short and sweet realistic roleplay for my pee and daughter roleplay lovers!
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  15. Hi! It’s bladderbabe, author of welcome to the mansion (which you should totally check out)! I’m trying something new today. I’ve never been completely into diapers or anything, but I think it would be a fun concept to put into ddlg, which I am very into! The diapers don’t come in until a little later in the story, though. I hope you guys enjoy! ————————————————— I’ve been dating Alistair for about a year now. We’ve been to every base (some more enjoyable than others) and we’ve even talked about my love for bondage and daddy, and his love for hot wax. But there is one thing I’ve never told him about before. Today’s the day. ............................................................. “Hey baby. How was work?” I ask him as he plants a kiss on my forehead and I shut my laptop. “It was okay,” he sits down on the shitty dorm matress, where he’s immediately ingulfed by mountains of pillows and stuffed animals. “Normal stuff. I misspelled one girl’s name on her coffee cup, and she freaked out! Like, you can’t blame me! There’s a million ways to spell ‘Kaitlin’!” He falls back dramatically and sighs. “I once read a magazine where a little girl’s name was K, the Roman numeral for 8, Lin. At least you didn’t have to deal with her.” I pushed back my chair and flopped down on the bed next to him. ”Thank god. At least I have you to come home to.” He rolls over and kisses me, his hands quickly trying to find their way to my breasts. “Woah there, tiger. At least buy me dinner first.” I sit up and he moans out in dramatic anguish. “You’ll survive. Put it away.” “But...” “Nope. Later. I have like, three essays to write and I have to read The Great Gatsby again. I mean, I’m an English major! We’ve all read it before!” ”Can’t that wait till tomorrow? I mean, look at me!” He gestures to his crotch, where the noticeable bulge screams to me. “I’m basically dying.” “Buy me dinner and maybe you’ll get some.” I say, despite being just as horny. ”Fine. I got paid yesterday anyway. Let’s go.” “Wow, you really want this, don’t you? Well, hold your horses. I need to change.” I walk over to my wardrobe and take my time looking through the options. I turn around, holding one very modest sundress in one hand, and a tight red mini dress that barely covers my ass in the other. “Which one?” He raises his eyebrow. “Okay, I get it.” I turn around and start to get undressed, purposefully taking a little longer and moving my hips a little more than usual. I slip on the dress and walk over to him. “Zip it, please.” He sits up and zips it, slaps my ass, then stands up. He takes off his work uniform and changes quickly into skinny jeans and a button-up. I give him a little kiss and button his top button, then grab my keys and walk out the door. “Monica, can’t we take an Uber? We’re gonna get hammered.” ”I thought you were taking me somewhere fancy.” “Fine. We’ll get hammered off of red wine. Fancy enough?” He takes out his phone and gets an Uber. “Mmhm.” Once we arrive at the fancy Italian restaurant, and with a little tip, get in without reservations, we sit down and I order a bottle of red wine. I sip my glass as he sips his. After looking around to make sure no one is looking, he slips into my side of the booth and puts his hand on my thigh. The waiter walks up and takes our orders. I ask for fettuccine alfredo, and he gets plain spaghetti and meatballs. The waiter drops off a basket of breadsticks and I take a bite. With every second, his hand creeps closer up my leg. My breath gets heavier as I take another sip of my red wine, and he finishes his. He pours more into our glasses and I raise my eyebrows, but don’t protest. The waiter comes back with our food and we eat. His hand eventually finds its way to its destination and he slowly rubs my clit in circles. I act as unphased as possible, but it’s getting harder by the second. Not wanting to moan out loud in such a fancy establishment, I take his hand away. He keeps his hand on my thigh, though. As I finish my second glass of wine, I can’t help but notice the tingle of fullness in bladder. It seems as though he is in the same predicament, as when I look over he is rubbing his legs together and fidgeting with his napkin. I quietly whisper, “Lets get out of here.” He pays the bill and we stand and leave. I see him look at the bathroom, but I ignore it. He doesn’t protest and we walk outside to our next Uber. The second I sit down, the urge hits me full force and I cross my legs tightly. He seems to take notice, and I can’t help but look at his growing erection. I’m just as turned on, the full bladder making me even more aroused. After ten minutes, we pull up to my dorm. After tipping the driver we stumble inside and up the stairs to my room, where we quickly unlock the door and throw ourselves onto the bed. As I start to make out with Alistair and he unzips my dress, the urge comes back and I moan as I squeeze my legs together. I’ve always wanted to tell him how much I’m into it, but I’m always too scared he’ll be grossed out. The urge passes and we get back in rhythm. He pulls off my dress and fiddles with the clasp on my bra as I unzip his pants and take them off. His hand finds his way to my already sensitive clit and starts to rub in circles and finger me. I moan out, grinding against his hand. I reach down and start to stroke him, his moans matching mine. We move our hands away before either of us cum, and I move to get on top of him. My bladder screams once more, and in fear of wetting myself during sex, I sit up and begin to stand. “I’ll be right back, babe. I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” I stand, but am quickly pulled back down as he grabs my wrist and pulls me back. “No you’re not.”
  16. I stand up in front of him and lean in for a kiss. I always kiss him before I leave the room. He pulls me down into his lap, my knees straddling him and my feet hanging off the edge of the couch. His hands are around my waist, gently holding me in place. "Daddy, I have to pee." He's my boyfriend, but I call him Daddy. His insistance on being called Daddy reminds me that he is in charge and mildly embarrasses me. There is something humiliating about the looks on peoples' faces when they hear a grown woman referring to her lover in the way that a child refers to their parent, asking permission and following orders. His grip tightens and he tells me I can wait ten minutes. My bladder feels swollen. It's uncomfortably full. I squirm in his lap a little and wrap my legs around his back in the hopes that feeling less splay-legged will help me to not have an accident. I had a small accident in his pajamas last week and he did not seem amused. Satisfied that I'm following instructions, Daddy goes back to texting as I rest my head on his shoulder. My urethra tingles and I feel a couple of drops leak into my underwear. I really don't think I can wait ten minutes. "Oops." My hands shoot down to my now-damp pussy. pee is dripping through them onto the crotch of his pajamas as I struggle to regain control. "Are you touching your holes?" "Yes, Daddy. No, Daddy. I mean, they're your holes, Daddy, but I'm touching them." I remove my hands and squeeze every muscle in my vagina as tight as I can. "Damn right they're my holes. Did I tell you to touch my holes?" "No, Daddy. I'm sorry." His hand slides under my waistband. "Mine." He rests his palm on my pubic bone and slowly strokes his finger from the back of my slit all the way up to my clitoris, just under the hood. He pulls his hand out, tastes his finger and sticks it back in. "You're wet. I mean, you just peed in my lap, but you're also wet. You enjoyed that. You liked wetting all over your clothes and your daddy." The hand teasing my pussy is agonizingly slow. I feel like I'm going to explode in one way or another. He's teasing me. I start slowly moving my hips against his fingers. I can't help the small moan of pleasure that comes out of my throat. I'm trembling from the effort to contain my pee. I feel the first stirrings of an orgasm. "Do you want to come?" "Yes. May I please come, Daddy?" "No." Everything comes to a full stop. If I stay still I'll flood my pants, Daddy's lap, and the couch. If I move, I'll come and probably still flood my pants, Daddy's lap, and the couch. Something, hopefully pussy juice, oozes into the gusset of my panties. "You don't get to come until you finish what you've started." Either he's letting me off the hook or it's been ten minutes. It felt like two hours. I stand up and start to walk to the bathroom. "No. If wetting your panties turns you on so much, you'll finish it right here." He pulls me back down into his lap again, facing out this time with my arms pinned behind my back. He spreads my legs and holds them open with his feet. His hand goes back into my pants, resting casually on the outside of my damp underwear. "I can't pee now." "I can wait." He goes back to texting. I peed in his lap when I was supposed to wait for the bathroom, and now when I'm being told to pee I've gone all shy. I'm going to be in trouble no matter what. Adults aren't supposed to pee themselves. Women in their mid twenties should be able to control their bladders. Either I'm not doing what I'm told or I'm making a huge mess on him and the furniture. The wet parts of my clothes have started to go cold. I might as well relax and enjoy it. I take a deep breath, exhaling as I lean back against his chest. More urine leaks out of my pussy. The liquid starts to seep up my buttcrack. "Good girl." Daddy starts massaging my cunt again, moving his fingers in circles and pushing gently on the outside of my abdomen. "There's my perverted little slut. Do you like wetting yourself all over my lap while I rub your pussy?" "Yes, Daddy. Your pussy, Daddy." The feeling of his fingers on my clit while hot pee pours out of me is incredible. I start grinding my hips around, sandwiched between his hand and his groin. His dick is hard, pressing against my asscrack through the sopping wet fabric. I'm in heaven and I'm about to come so hard. My whimpering noises of arousal turn into a moan that comes from my belly. There's a jolt and a smacking noise as Daddy slaps my pussy. "What did I tell you? If you want to be my dirty pee whore you have to finish wetting before you can come. You don't get to come yet." I can hear drops of pee falling off the couch and hitting the floor. The last bit of pee trickles into my panties. Everything pressed against my pussy and asshole is wet and gooey from pee and my juices. I halfway hump his lap again and his hand closes around my throat. The other one starts rubbing my cunt through my underwear again, pressing harder now. "Daddy, please fuck me. Please fuck your holes." "First you're going to come like this. You like doing things in your underwear, don't you? You like making a mess of your panties. Filthy bitch." "Yes, Daddy. I'm your filthy bitch. May I please come?" …silence. His breath is hot on my neck. He's got a mouthful of the skin below my ear. "May I please come, Daddy?" "Yes you may, little girl. Come on your daddy's pee soaked lap in your wet pants. Come for me." I'm pretty much immobile. The muscles in my vagina contract and I come. Grinding into his lap and straining against his legs with mine. I want his beautiful dick thrusting inside me. I want to be full of his cock. I want to come on it so hard it's like I'm giving him a handjob with my cunt. "Thank you, Daddy." "Anything for you, baby. Got to take care of my girl. Now clean off my balls with your tongue."
  17. I recently remembered about this video someone had saved and uploaded to another site once that I absolutely adored. I believe it was originally from m*therless. It shows a larger, white woman in brown bottoms getting very desperate while playing with dolls and calling out to her daddy that she has to use the potty before absolutely flooding her pants and crying. If anyone has this one, I'd appreciate it!! I wanna say I first saw it in like 2012-2013. It's been on my mind a lot lately 😛
  18. View File Public Diaper Wearing and Fun I think I can post this. It is a park adventure with a girl in a short black dress with a large diaper under it. She walks about the park showing off her diaper for Daddy. Enjoy. Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 06/28/2016 Category Female Diaper Play & Wetting
  19. I know, I know I have a story to finish, but I've just got to tell you! I'M PREGNANT! 6 weeks! Just found out yesterday! Master was so happy He cried! Bram is gonna have a brother or a sister! YAY!
  20. I find diaper punishment to be incredibly erotic, and what goes better with a punishment than a good spanking. Please add, either boys or girls with their mommies and daddies. Girls Boys
  21. Alright Diaper Lovers of Omorashi, I need some opinions. A lot of AB/DL's know what the terms "daddy", "little", "babygirl", "ddlg", etc. mean. It is a fairly commom fetish/lifestyle, especially among the AB/DL community. For those of you who don't know, and to save a quick Google search, a DDLG relationship is a form of BDSM where one person, (in this case, a male) would be the dominant and act as a "daddy" figure. The second person (either male or female) would be submissive and act as the "little". One person is the caregiver who looks after and takes care of the little, who regresses to a younger age. Now, DDLG may or may not involve diapers. When it does, it can also be referred to as DDBG, or daddy dom/baby girl. This is because the submissive person regresses to not just a young child age, but goes further to a baby-like stage, obviously. If any of you have a Tumblr account and actively follow AB/DL accounts, chances are you've seen dozens of blogs by a daddy, little girl, or both. In the cases where diapers are involved, the little wears diapers while the daddy supplies her with them, changes her, and encourages her to wear them. Seldom, though, will you see the dominant wear diapers too. And I get why. It may take away from the dominant daddy feeling. However... I like to see myself as a Daddy dom. I've have a number of relationships where my girlfriend and I have played out the DDLG lifestyle, and each time I introduced diapers into it. I would diaper my little, BUT, I would also wear diapers myself, because I am also a DL. I never thought anything of it. But a few months back, on another site specially tailored to DDLG's, I saw heated argument take place. There was another daddy dom, that diapered his little, but also ler her diaper him. He shared some pictures and told of the experience. For whatever reason, he was receiving a lot of heat. Various other DD's on the forum, and even some littles, were bashing him, basically telling him he was "doing it wrong" and going against some sort of imaginary rules. They attacked him, called him names such as "disgusting" and "disgrace to the community" (really?) all because he was diapered and called himself a daddy. Of course, not EVERYONE was evil, but even the cool-headed, logical ones seemed to be against him, suggesting he not wear diapers and linking him to a "guideline for daddies". I was so infuriated with this, and I was quick to defend. I just received more of the same heat he was getting, so I stopped. I left the site and never looked back. I didn't let it bother me for long, because why should I care what random people on the internet think of my private life? However, as I was browsing my tumblr, I saw a very similar thing happen and my frustration returned. I felt I had to get this off my chest and see what the big beef is about this. So, for those of you who are in a DDLG relationship, or know about them.... Do you consider it wrong for the daddy dom to wear diapers too? Is it really that big of a deal? Is there something morally wrong with this that I'm just not getting? In a community that's so "different" and accepting and unique, I was utterly appauled at the behavior I saw toward something so small and, to be frank, pointless. So if you've made it through all of that... Please share opinions!
  22. Daddy and I decided to spend the day together on Sunday since he was unable spend it with me on Valentine's day. He suprised me with my favorite type of rose, the circus rose. We planned to go out to eat and then head to the drugstore to pick up some Goodnites But little did I know I was about to get a bit more adventurous, without my control. After we had headed home, I was boucing with joy. I kept whispering to Daddy that i wanted all the heart designed ones! Whispering was essential as his family was there. I smiled as he told me to take the package in the bathroom and change. As I entered, I immediately opened the package and took out one designed in hearts. I stretched out the purple elastic and wiggled them up my thick legs and butt. I felt a single hot stream of pee enter my goodnite, instantaneously soaking in. since there wasn't much that came out. I was able to control it but my bladder was still quite full still when i stopped. In the mirror, I wagged my butt around in leisure. I look at the wettness that filled it and smiled with glee. After I was done, daddy went in and put on a little butterfly one. But it didn't take him long to prove that even wearing such a adorble diaper (which he proceed to soak in urine), that didn't change his role much as a dom. We curled up on his air mattress in the living room, snuggling up in a soft blanket. It was honestly freezing so we tried to keep warm. The cold air didn't help me hold it in as it past my skin but i managed to keep myself still. I smiled at him but I soon noticed that he was fidgeting a little. Under the covers, i pressed down on his bladder slightly. He started to squirm and his face Blushed a light pink but easily came to once i stopped. I giggled at him playfully, teasing him on his wiggles of desperation. Without hesitation, He then forced me into a kiss, moving down to my neck. He left the feeling of deep kisses as I bit my lip. "Expeditionist, are we?" I thought as his family were nearby. He did like the feeling of almost being caught, but not completely exposed. I blushed as he began to lick, and breath heavily on my neck. It made me quiver; i wanted him to touch me. I looked at him innocently. I pressed down on my princess parts as I felt the urine that strained my bladder still resided inside. Under the blanket, I could feel my diaper waist band rising. I grew tense as I felt a hand make it's enterance into my goodnite. My face flushed red as his cold hand nudged my princess parts. The scent of absolute helplessness radiated off my body as his fingers touch my lips. The contact made me dribble on his hand without control. He smiled with what looked to be satisfaction, He knew i was embarrassed. As he continued to tease me, My bladder released itself all over his hand. I nipped at my lip trying not to squeak as it felt amazing, and more so since he wanted to feel the hot liquid that streamed out. I grew flustered and stopped it suddenly, trying to keep it in. "You're shaking " He said in low, pleased voice. I was shaking, trembling from the tension he made and from the unknown of what he was about to do. I nipped my lip in reply as my face flushed brightly. Without another word, he touched the main attraction of my princess parts. Because of the hold and his touch, it made my pearl hard as a rock. I squealed quietly trying not to draw attention to us, pee nervously dripping out of me into my goodnite. But I tried to persist in keeping myself dry. With every second of sitimulation that passed, my bladder muscles began to relax more so. I wanted to stop it but my body didn't respond. All I could feel was his fingers rubbing the right side of the pearl. I was overcome pleasure and arousal as he stroked the area in slow, teasing movements. In my mind, I begged him to press with more force. I placed part of the blanket in my mouth in attempt to keep myself quiet. But he continuously massaged my princess parts no matter how reluctant and vexed i became, prolonging my wriggling. In fact, he slowed down to the point I could barely feel it as it seemed to be an incentive to make sure i'd quiver more. It only made it worse as I tried to outlast the compression. With every brush of his finger tips i tried to endure, but it didn't last long. My bladder muscles started to give out and my breaths became heavy. I felt a rush of liquid rising up in my princess parts. I stuck out my tougne as he delivered the final blow. Pee and cum gushed out. I squeaked once again as the fluids filled my goodnite to brim in hot steaming liquid. He felt the urine and juices as they rushed out of my body. There was so much, I basically plastered his hand in it. "Good girl.." He said in contentment. He removed his hand. This happened twice more before i left, causing me to leak with cum and urine.. All while his family didn't question my whines.. I drenched my leggings, dress, and goodnite so much, that he took me down stairs just to diaper my little butt in another Tena Slip Maxi that'll last me at least 4 big wettings. "You need to be diapered," He continued in his deep seductive voice, "You wouldn't want to have another accident, would you?"
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