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

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

So of course I’m already wet because I wet while I was asleep but then in the morning I wake up and have 3 different pushes in my diaper and mess it 3 times in 10 minutes completely loading it each time feeling better then the last and then I peed again making it more wet and now I’m a pamp packer in the morning waiting to be let to be changed.

I started playing disc golf last year since so many other activities have been shut down. One thing I noticed was that most of the parks with disc golf courses don't have restrooms. It's not really an issue since I can just whip it out in the trees like everyone else. Today though, my stomach was pretty upset and I had diarrhea most of the day. I've also been on a water drinking challenge with a friend for the last month track out water intake and stay hydrated. It's not omo-related but it makes me have to pee 10-12 times a day. I really wanted to play disc golf this afternoon so I decided to go and just wear a diaper. And I'm glad I did. I only made it to the 3rd hole before my bladder was full, 8/10, and by the 4th I couldn't hold on and have good form to play the game. So I let it all out and soaked my diaper. It felt heavenly. Then I was great until about the 15th hole when I wet again. By that time my stomach was giving me signs that I needed to find a toilet, which wasn't an option out there. On hole 18, I had to focus on holding it in, which meant I couldn't throw the disc very well. So standing there at the tee, I gave the slightest push and filled the back of my diaper. The relief was incredible! Then I lost my disc... I had to just walk around looking for it, with a full soaked diaper on, and it took me almost 20 minutes to find my disc in some tall grass. When I got to my car I realized I had to sit down in it, and I could feel it squish EVERYWHERE. I took a shower as soon as I got home and went out for dinner with a friend. This was a pretty exciting afternoon and definitely something I'd do again!

View File Resident Evil 2 - Claire's Condition Made with Phlog's mod footage and junk from the rest of the internet. Submitter DuffMan Submitted 01/17/2021 Category Female  

Hey garment soakers, Ashi here. Figured I would make a fresh thread to start posting my work in. The past year or so I've started tailoring exclusively to Omorashi and Omutsu art, so the content will be mixed within here! Shizuku (the website mascot) was initially brought to life by me, and I would love to share more of the stuff I've been creating ~ I open/close for commissions depending on what free time I have. If you're interested in purchasing a commission/content from me, please either send me a PM here, or send a ping in the Discord! We can discuss prices, time-frames and other options there. With that said, I'll kick off this thread with the more recent pieces I've done ~

So I'm working on a Super Mario 3D Land omutsu fic...but can't really get the story to progress enough. Any ideas for any scenes or anything to get the story going smoothly? Here's what I have so far-http://pastebin.com/FXRjqw20

View File Amateur Diaper Mess Cute girl takes an enema then destroys a diaper. First video I've found in quite a while that I'm 100% is not fake messing. Submitter hamburglar Submitted 11/11/2014 Category Female Diaper Play & Wetting

I suddenly realised that it has been long time since I wrote a story. So I finished this short story that I started long time ago (short in my opinion). I hope you enjoy. I'm planning on writing more stories at some point, when I have the time. -------- Chapter 1 "Did you get the job?" Satomi asked. "No" Rika answered while closing the front door behind her. Satomi, who was lying on the sofa sighed with disappointment. "How long have you been awake?" Rika asked after she noticed that Satomi wasn't wearing anything except white bra and panties. "Ten minutes?" Satomi shrugged her shoulders. "It's almost 3 in the afternoon" Rika took off her jacket and hung it on the rack. "So what?" "You should try to find a job" Rika walked past the sofa into the kitchen "and put some clothes on!" "I don't want to work" "We need money to pay our rent and bills" "We can borrow money from our parents, dad said he would help us with the rent and bills" "That doesn't mean that we can just lay around doing nothing" Rika came back from the kitchen "It was your turn to buy food, there is nothing in the fridge" "I thought it was your turn" Satomi sat up. "No, it's your turn" Rika crossed her arms. "Just because you're my big sister doesn't mean that you can boss around all the time" "It really is your turn to buy food" "Speaking of food, I managed to reserve a table from that new restaurant" "Really!?" Rika couldn't believe her ears, the restaurant had been opened few weeks ago and everyone were praising it. It was hard to get a table from there. "The reservation is at 4 o'clock" Satomi answered. "Well, you have time to go to the shop" Rika smirked. "Fine, I'll go" Satomi stood up and walked to the front door. "Put some clothes on!" "Oh yeah, right" Satomi let out short laughter and hurried to the bedroom. Rika shook her head, Satomi would have gone out half-naked several times if Rika had not mentioned about it. She and Satomi looked almost identical even though they weren't twins, Satomi was a year younger than Rika. Rika had dyed her hair into black and tied it to the ponytail, Satomi's hair was blonde but still people thought that Rika was Satomi and vice versa. Rika's and Satomi's dressing styles were different. Satomi likes to wear skirts and t-shirts, Rika prefered jeans and tube tops. At the moment Rika was wearing black jeans and black tube top, black leather bracelets and skull shaped earring on her right ear. Satomi came out from the bedroom. She had blue skirt and red t-shirt. "And don't buy clothes!" Rika yelled when Satomi walked out from the apartment. Clock was almost 4 when Rika and Satomi walked into the restaurant. It was located pretty close to their apartment but still they had to take the subway to get there. Restaurant was huge, at the moment it looked full, there was probably over 100 persons. Decoration was modest and simple, in the middle was bar counter. "Hello and welcome!" young, short woman greeted them, she was standing behind counter near the door. She had short red hair, round glasses and lovely smile. She was wearing white shirt and black vest over the shirt. "Uh, hello. We have a reservation, table for two" Satomi said. "Name?" woman asked and opened the reservation book. "Satomi Fukada" Woman examined the book for a moment. "Follow me please" she started walking towards the bar counter. Satomi and Rika followed her but soon Satomi stopped and Rika bumped into her. "Hey! Keep walking" Rika said. Satomi raised her left hand and pointed out the woman, Rika leaned a little to the side and her jaw fell open. Woman wasn't wearing any pants or skirt, instead she was wearing a diaper. Woman noticed that Satomi and Rika wasn't following her so she turned around, Satomi lowered her hand and Rika quickly renew normal posture. "Something wrong?" woman asked. Satomi and Rika shook their head and followed woman to the table near the bar counter. Satomi and Rika sat down, Satomi glanced diaper few times. "I can see that something is bothering you, what is it?" woman asked while handing the food menus to Satomi and Rika. "Are you wearing a diaper?" Satomi asked carefully. "Yes" "Why?" Rika asked. "It's part of our outfit" woman answered with smile on her face, she gestured around the restaurant. Satomi and Rika looked around. All waitresses were wearing white shirt and black vest over the shirt, and a diaper! "Waitress will come soon to take your orders" woman said, turned around and walked away. "What kind of restaurant is this?" Satomi asked while looking around. "A restaurant where you eat food" Rika answered and opened the food menu. "But why are they wearing diapers?" "She said that it's part of their outfit" "A diaper!" "Yeah, let's order something" Rika examined the menu and Satomi looked around, she looked like she wasn't sure if she should stay or leave. After few minutes a waitress walked to them, she was slim and had shoulder length straight brown hair. Rika glanced her briefly but turned her gaze back to her, Satomi had done the same. A diaper what waitress was wearing was clearly wet. Waitress looked at Rika and Satomi, then let out short laughter. "Your first time in here?" she asked. "Yeah" Rika answered. "I can see it. Sorry, I haven't had time to change my diaper" waitress touched her diaper and squeezed it a little. "But why is it part of your outfit? Can't you use pants or skirt?" Satomi asked, still looking at the diaper. "Well this is different kind of restaurant, we wear diapers because our customers love to see us in diapers. And if you want to see us wet or mess our diapers or both, just ask. But looking only, no touching!" waitress explained. "Did someone asked you to wet your diaper?" Satomi asked. "No, I just had to pee very badly" "What's wrong with the bathroom?" "Employees don't have bathroom, we don't need it. We can just let it go in our diapers" Rika looked around the restaurant more carefully, now she saw that some waitresses had wet or messy diaper or both. Customers were clearly enjoying the view. "Have you decided what you want to eat?" waitress asked. "Uh, yes..." Rika examined the menu one more time and ordered meat. Satomi looked at the menu and ordered same as Rika. "Excellent choice" waitress said while writing down the orders. "This is so good!" Satomi said. "Unbelievable!" Rika stated. Waitress had just brought their orders, Satomi and Rika had only tasted one bite. "Let me know if you need anything, more wine or maybe some eye candy" waitress said, smirked and walked away. Satomi coughed, she had almost choked on her food. "She can't be serious" Satomi said. "Why not?" Rika asked. "I don't want to see her mess or wet her diaper!" "Well, I..." Rika's sentence was interrupted by the astonished sounds coming from their left. Satomi and Rika turned to look. There was group of men sitting at the table near them. Tall, blonde waitress was standing near the table, she had her legs spread a little. Every men were looking at the waitress's crotch and then Rika saw it, spreading wetness. Waitress was wetting her diaper. "This is nuts! I can't eat here!" Satomi stood up and walked away. "Wha...what? Wait! Satomi!" Rika couldn't take her eyes off the view. Waitress sighed in relief after some time and Rika was finally able to look around for Satomi but couldn't find her. "Where did your friend go all the sudden?" it was the waitress who had served Rika and Satomi earlier. "She's my little sister...she peed...I mean..." Rika was looking at the blonde waitress and shook her head to clear her thoughts "she said something about not being able to eat here" Rika turned to look at the waitress who had walked to her. Waitress glanced at the blonde waitress "Do you want to take your sister's portion with you?" "Uh...yes" Rika was once again looking at the blonde waitress. "Oh, Did I mention my name earlier? I'm Hiroko" waitress said while taking Satomi's portion from the table. "I'm Rika and my sister's name is Satomi" Rika answered, she had turned to look at Hiroko when she talked. "Well Rika, I put Satomi's portion in carton so you can take it with you when you leave" "Thanks" Rika continued eating. "Here you go" Hiroko put carton on the table in front of Rika. "Thanks" Rika had just finished eating and was about to leave. When she stood up she noticed something. Hiroko was squirming a little, it looked almost like she had to pee very badly. "You okay?" Rika asked, she felt her heart beating faster while waiting for the answer. "Yes, I noticed how you were looking at the other waitress earlier" Hiroko answered. "And?" Rika gazed at Hiroko's diaper, she noticed that Hiroko had changed it. Hiroko let out short sigh and Rika saw that the diaper was getting wet, Rika's jaw fell open. 5 seconds...10 seconds...15 seconds and Rika saw that Hiroko wasn't finished yet, she was still peeing. "Much better" Hiroko said finally. Diaper looked soaking wet and it was sagging heavily. Hiroko patted it, looked at Rika and smiled. "Do you want souvenir?" Hiroko asked. Rika was so astounded that she couldn't form words. "Relax, I was just joking" Hiroko laughed. "Here's a little tip" Rika took money from her pocket and gave it to Hiroko. "Don't be a stranger, come back soon" Hiroko said "oh and here is your order ticket, show it to the cashier" Hiroko took piece of paper from her pocket and gave it to Rika. Rika took the paper and Hiroko walked away, Rika took carton from the table and walked to the cashier. She paid the food and left the restaurant. Satomi was lying on the sofa when Rika arrived to the apartment. "Why did you leave all the sudden?" Rika asked, she placed carton on the table near the sofa. "That waitress was PEEING in her DIAPER! that's just nuts" Satomi sat up. "I don't see anything wrong in that" "They must have few screws loose in their head if they are willing to wear a diapers on purpose" "You are so narrow-minded!" Rika was frustrated, she walked to her room and slam the door shut behind her. "What did I do wrong?!" Satomi yelled. Rika didn't answer, she walked to her bed and sat on it. Her room was small, there was only room for the bed and the table. On the table was laptop and Rika's clothes were in the boxes under the bed. There was a knock on the door. "Rika, let's talk" Satomi said. "Go away, I'm busy" Rika answered. "Fine! You're sometimes so mean" Rika thought that she heard a sob. "Satomi..." Rika stood up and was about to walk to the door but then she heard quick steps and she knew that Satomi had gone to her room. Rika sat on the bed, it was best if she let Satomi calm down and then talk to her. Rika closed her eyes, she tried to remember the image of Hiroko in wet diaper. The look on her face, the spreading wetness in her diaper. Rika moved her hand towards her waist and then into her pants. She tried to imagine how it must have felt, the spreading wetness, the warmth of the pee. All those eyes watching you wet yourself. While imagining these things, Rika fingered herself and soon she had massive orgasm. It was nightfall, Rika walked to the kitchen with the intention of making few sandwiches. Satomi was sitting at the table and she was eating the food Rika had brought from the restaurant. Rika glanced Satomi and she felt bad, Satomi's eyes were reddish. Rika was certain that Satomi had been crying. Rika made sandwiches, thinking at the same time that she should say something to Satomi but what? She turned to look at Satomi, Satomi was looking at her. "I'm sorry" they said at the same time. Rika smirked and Satomi smiled nervously. Since Rika didn't know what else to say and Satomi was eating again, she took the sandwiches and returned to her room. She sat at the table and turned on the laptop, opened job advertisement website and began browsing it. One job advertisement caught her attention or rather the advertiser, why it looked so familiar. Rika took the receipt from her pocket, it was from the restaurant and the restaurant's name was the same as advertiser! Rika clicked the job advertisement and read, they were looking for the waitress. A waitress who would be willing to wear diapers, wet and mess them without hesitation. Rika didn't hesitate, she filled and sent the application. After that she ate sandwiches and browsed internet. A hour passed and Rika's phone rang. "Hello" Rika answered to the phone. "Hi, this is Ayano Adachi. Am I speaking with Rika Fukada?" "Yes" "I called about your job application, could you come to interview tomorrow at midday?" "Yes!" "Alright, see you then. Have a nice evening" and the call ended. "Where I was supposed to meet her?" Rika wondered. Her phone beeped, it was message from Ayano. Apology for forgetting to mention the address and an address. Rika decided not to tell Satomi about the interview, Satomi would probably make fun of her. Next day Rika went to the address that was mentioned in the message, it was restaurant's address. "Hello and welcome" dark haired girl greeted, she was probably only 19 years old. "I have a meeting with Ayano Adachi" Rika said. "Take those stairs and turn left, her office is at the end of the corridor" girl pointed at the stairs behind her. "Thanks" While Rika walked to the stairs, she looked around the restaurant, she didn't see Hiroko anywhere. Rika ascended stairs, turned left and walked down the corridor. She knocked on the door at the end of the corridor. "Come in" was answer. Rika opened the door, walked in the room and closed the door behind her. Room was huge, bookshelves on the both sides of the door, closets on the left side of the room. Big window at the end of the room and a door on the right side of the room. In the middle was a desk. Behind the desk was sitting tall, slim, middle aged woman. She had short brown hair, blue eyes and motherly smile on her face. She was wearing black dress. "Ah, you must be Rika Fukada" woman said. "Yes" Rika answered nervously. Woman stood up and Rika walked to her. "I'm Ayano Adachi" woman introduced herself and shook hands with Rika. Rika sat down to the chair that was in front of the desk, Ayano walked to the one of the closet. She opened it, took something from there and closed it. "First I'm gonna ask you to wear this" Ayano showed what she had in hand, it was a diaper. Rika stood up. Ayano walked to her and gave her the diaper, walked behind her desk and sat down. "Uh, is there a bathroom or locker room where I could put this on?" Rika asked. "I want you to put it on right here, I need to know do you have courage to do it" Ayano answered. "All right" Rika put the diaper on the chair, unbuttoned her jeans and took them off. She glanced Ayano quickly, it felt like she was undressing in front of her mother. Ayano was looking at her, she had focused look on her face and she was inspecting Rika with her eyes. Rika took her black panties off, set the diaper on the chair and sat on it. "You have lovely bottom" Ayano stated. Rika smiled and adjusted the diaper, taped the lower tapes and then the upper tapes. "Wonderful! Do you want coffee or tea?" Ayano stood up and walked to the window, there was small table in front of it. "Tea" Ayano poured tea to two cups and did something else, Rika wasn't paying attention. She was inspecting the diaper, it felt even better than she had imagined. She touched it with trembling hands, squeezed and rubbed it. Rika stopped doing that when Ayano walked back to the desk. Ayano gave cup to Rika and Rika took a sip from it. Ayano asked many questions, the usual question but also unusual questions. Like how many times Rika had wet her pants on purpose. While answering to Ayano's questions Rika came aware of something disturbing. Her bladder was filling up rather quickly and her abdomen felt weird, she was probably just nervous. After few minutes Rika let out short groan, she stood up while holding her hands between her legs. She felt diarrhea exploding in the diaper, right after that her bladder control failed. Hot urine spread fast, diaper became soaking wet and heavy. "I'm...I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened" Rika said. "It's okay, it's my fault. I put laxative and diuretic in your tea" Ayano answered with friendly smile on her face. "Why?" "Most girls that I have interviewed burst into tears when they had an accident in their diaper. I can't hire that kind of girls" "So this was a test?" "Yes" Ayano stood up. "You can clean yourself up in that bathroom" Ayano pointed at the door on the right side of the room while walking to the closet. Rika walked towards the door. "Here, you probably want to wear this. Just to be sure that you don't have accident during your way home" Ayano took diaper from the closet and threw it to Rika. Rika went to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. There was bathtub at the far end of the room, toilet on the left side and sink on the right. Under the sink was trashcan, it was full of wet and dirty diapers. Rika walked to the bathtub and removed diaper, threw it in the trashcan and began washing her bottom. Rika walked out from the bathroom five minutes later, she had put the diaper on and she walked to the desk. Her panties and jeans were on the floor near the desk. Ayano was writing something on the computer, she turned her gaze on Rika when Rika put her panties and jeans on. "I'll call later today, let you know if you get the job" Ayano said. Rika nodded and they shook hands, Rika walked to the door and left the room. Diaper was bulky and was making sounds when Rika walked but she couldn't be happier. She felt like she had found lost love. Rika walked unsteadily down the corridor, her abdomen felt weird. She stopped at her apartment's door and opened the door. "Where have you been?" Satomi asked sleepily. She was lying on the sofa, half-naked. Rika closed the door behind her and hurried towards the bathroom, just a few more steps. Her hand was on the door handle when she felt it, her diaper filled up with diarrhea. "Did you just shit in your pants?" Satomi asked and sat up. "N...no!" "I know what I heard, you shit in your pants!" Satomi bursted into laughter. "Not in my pants, I'm...I'm wearing a diaper" "What?" Satomi stopped laughing. "I'm wearing a diaper!" Rika turned to look at her sister. "Why?" Satomi stood up and walked to Rika. "I was in the interview, they're looking for new waitress to that restaurant" "Why did you wear a diaper in an interview?" "Long story" Rika felt strong urge to go to the bathroom again. "Show it" Satomi tried to pull down Rika's jeans. "Stop it, I have to go to..." Rika felt diarrhea gushing in diaper. "Ew, gross" Satomi backed away. "I tried to tell you that I have to go to the bathroom!" "Obviously it's too late for that" "Smartass" Rika opened bathroom door and walked in. She walked straight to bathtub on her left side. Rika unfastened tapes carefully and lowered diaper so she could inspect it more carefully, it was absolutely full. She threw diaper in the trashcan and took a nice long bath. Satomi knocked on the door. "Come on! You've been there for ages, I have to use the bathroom" Satomi said. Rika wrapped towel around her and unlocked the door. Satomi immediately rushed in, yanked her panties to her ankles and sat on the toilet. Satomi sighed in relief and Rika heard loud peeing sound. Rika left the bathroom, walked to her room and closed the door behind her. She had put her clothes in the washing machine, so she kneeled beside her bed and took few boxes from under the bed. She took black lace bra and panties from one box and black t-shirt and black short shorts from another. There was a knock on the door. "Rika, you left your phone in the bathroom. It's ringing" Satomi said. Rika walked to the door and opened it. Satomi had walked to the sofa and was sitting on it. "You once said to me: don't touch my belongings" Satomi said. Rika rushed to the bathroom, smiling a little. Five years earlier Satomi had tried to borrow Rika's jeans, Rika had given Satomi old fashion over the knee spanking. After that Satomi hadn't touch any of Rika's belongings. Rika's phone was on top of the washing machine. "Hello?" Rika answered to the phone. "Hi Rika! It's Ayano Adachi. I'm calling about the waitress job" "Yes?" Rika felt her heart beating faster. "The job is yours if you want it" "Really?! Yes, of course I want it" "Great! Could you start tomorrow?" "Yes" "Great! If you could come at seven a.m. to make your contract of employment and get acquainted with the job?" "I'll be there" "Excellent, I'll see you tomorrow" and the call ended. Rika left the bathroom. "Good news?" Satomi asked sleepily. "I got the job" Rika answered. Satomi looked at Rika and was about to laugh but then she raised her shoulders. "Well, there got to be one loony in the family" she said. "Speak for yourself, is it too hard to keep some clothes on?" Rika walked to her room's door and turned to look at her sister. "It's more comfortable without them" Satomi answered. "You know what. If you like it that way, maybe you should consider finding a job as an underwear model. "Why?" "Well you have an amazing body and you don't seem to be uncomfortable without your clothes" "Oh yeah sure, then mom and dad would be proud. Their oldest daughter is a diapered waitress and youngest is an underwear model" "We decide what job we want, not our parents" "You know what, I think you're right! Maybe I try to find a job as an underwear model...later" Satomi took remote control from the table and turned on the television. Rika let out short laugh and smiled. Satomi always said "later" but she never got anything done. End of Chapter 1 -------- I'll post final chapter later.

OC(A) is being visited by another OC(B) (Either person can be either OC role, A or B) overnight and OC(A) Wets the bed at night, OC(B) Discovers this and spanks A, after A is spanked they get put into diapers and later on the day have other accidents. Send me a DM if interested

This a set of commissions regarding an abdl girl, actually more specifically an "abdl slave" girl named Kimmy, since the leitmotiv of the set is referred on how her cruel Mistress submit her to many disconforting situations through hard restrains, forced diaper wetting and messing and electric stimulations (this last subject is not of my personal preference, quite extreme for me, but I always try to respond to the client demands with my best effort).