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  1. So I was curious to know what people enjoy or at least who they really enjoy getting off to. Personally I enjoy quite a few of the wonderful girls out there who wears diapers but my latest enjoyment is openheartcutiebaby very cute, and chatted to her a little, genuinely enjoys showing off her goodnites. My biggest pet peive is the girls who do ABDL content purely cause they see it as an easy fetish to do and don't really convince me that they're enjoying themselves but anyways I digress... Like the titles says, who's your fav diaper model/porn star/tumblr user?
  2. Tori's story

    I'm a gonna try a short story from the female perspective. Just cause...... Chapter 1: Hi All. My name is Tori, and I want to tell you a story. It's a real story, not made up at all, apart from my real name of course, and I'm itching to tell someone. Most of you guys and girls on here probably know me as "BrandiPee." That's been my name on the boards for years. I guess I'm pretty well known here. I've written a few stories, got a high post count, shit, some of you might even remember that time a few years back when I was even a Mod! Yeah, I know, we don't talk about that. It didn't end well. But, up until now, not many of you knew my real name. Now you do. I'm Tori. The reason I'm "coming out?" Simple. I've got a story to tell, and I want to be completely honest. That's gotta include my real first name for some reason. I don't know why. It just does. A lot of you will already have a kind of idea as to why shit like that is important to me. For those that don't, it's easy. Im a fucking psycho. Okay. That's a definite exaggeration, but needless to say, I got me some issues. In a nutshell, for those that don't already know: :I'm female, 22, and still at college. It's Arts this year. Got no real idea exactly how I'm doing academically, but, meh. I can always try something different next year. See, daddy's rich. I live by myself, off campus, and I don't need to work to support or fund myself. I'm not exactly spoiled, not in the true sense of the word, but nor am I needy. Daddy gives me enough of an allowance to live on, without living too extravagantly. Let's just say I get by fairly comfortably. Why you ask? 'Cause I'm a bit messed up. Fuck knows why. Never had any major trauma or shit to deal with, but I'm not exactly sociable. Im fine at school. No pressure on there. I mean, yeah there's pressure, but it's only school. You can get a re-do if you've got a generous daddy. But, outside of school, I suck at grownup stuff. I do stuff like register and insure my truck, pay my rent and phone bill, basic utilities, and buy food, but I can't seem to actually handle working grownup jobs with real people. The last time I tried, I could've gone to jail because of that bitch, Jennifer, if it hadn't been for daddy's money and lawyer. I can't help it, I just don't like people very much. They irk me. It's not like I don't have any friends. I do. Really. Just not close ones. I get invitations. I go out. Went to a party last Saturday actually, I just didn't stay long. Crowds irk me. A lot of you guys and girls on here already know I can be a bit abrupt sometimes. Or yeah, (@babysteve26) perhaps a bitch even. I'm still sorry for that steve, really. As I've said countless times before, I've got problems. Shit, I've ranted about them often enough on here before, so most longstanding members will know. Ive got depression. Anxiety. Probably ADHD, maybe Autism. Fuck. I don't know. All I know is, I function a lot better at school than I do in the real world. At least at school I can just walk out, even if I fail. Grownups can't do that. But I want to grow up. At least with some things. Im 22, and still a virgin. Physically, I don't think there's too much wrong. I mean, yeah, I'm perhaps a bit on the heavy side, maybe a few pound overweight, but I'm not a blimp. But the frumpy brown hair and glasses probably don't help much. It's not like I'm hideous or anything. Just plain. Plain with a bad attitude. Stuff just irks me sometimes. I get argumentative, pig-headed, and obnoxious, especially if I know I'm right, which I always am when I'm in that mood. Im in that mood a lot. So, when you're a short, slightly overweight female, with a bad attitude, poor temperament, plain looks, occasionally acute social anxiety, and no real worldly experience outside of college and a couple of trips to Bali, not to mention a weird sexual fetish, well, you're not exactly a prime catch, are you? I might even be Asexual. Pansexual. Homosexual. I don't know. "Different Sexual?" As most of you know, I like diapers and omorashi. I like wetting myself. I enjoy having potty accidents. I like age play. I love being a baby. I like being little. This again only added to the difficulty I've had with losing my virginity. You see, whatever "sexual" I might be, I'm a very sexual person. Its just apart from the omo and diaper bit, nothing much ever turns me on, or should I say no"body."I'm neither attracted to male nor female, gay or straight, black or white, fat or thin. I just like wetting myself and wearing diapers, that's all. That's why I spend so much time on here. I might argue with you guys, but at least we've got something in common, aye? But, as the topic suggests, I've got a confession. Well, not really a "confession," but a "tell all." Ive been dropping hints for a few months about the guy I've been seeing. A lot of you have asked, and I've refused to say. But I DID say I'd tell all if anything ever happened, and it did, so here I am to tell you about it.
  3. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    Story by: https://chewbacca111222.deviantart.com It was a day like any other for Christi, all before she’d fallen in love. A little ball of fur with even smaller tufts of fur, petite as can be and a sweetie at that; she’d gotten herself a new pet, and a padded one to boot! It wasn’t until she’d gotten home and worked through the details with her ‘daughter’, Hannah, that the bashful little pup had revealed he could talk. A shocking discovery, no doubt, as her mind boggled over the hypocrisy of a puppy being able to speak, yet needing doggy diapers, but all that nonsense was pressed out of her mind soon enough. With a sharp squeak, the little furball announced himself “Flo”, only to turn away in a bit of shock himself. Christi wouldn’t know it, but the poor little guy was ashamed and nervous, pondering his best moves to woo his new “mommy” as he’d like to call her, taking brief, sporadic glances at her and her surprisingly free sitting diaper, like she couldn’t be more open about herself.From then on, it seemed like days had gone by. Flo was a good, responsible pup, sure, but his true intentions still hid under his puppy guise. Rather than just talk with the beautiful maiden of a mommy, he acted like any little pup would, slowly working up a gallery to woo big mommy into loving him, even if she was already pleasantly pleased with him. Only a few more days, he’d tell himself, change to change, bowl of kibble to another. He’d soon find himself anxiously at her feet, only feet away from Christi’s awesome cleavage, and the sweet nectar of life inside. She mustn’t know...she has to wait, he thought to himself, scribbling his desires onto paper. Reckoning day, 1pm...Flo had finally mustered the courage to ‘face’ his mother. Or rather, to face the cushy, bulky rump of Hannah, currently suckling at the very tits he had yearned after day in and day out. He could feel himself grumbling inside at her. How could she be so lucky and yet work so little at it? Was life to blame, or was it just Hannah’s big boobies too? Are they in on the joke? He questioned himself fruitfully, out of sight of the bonding babes, throughout their lengthy feeding session, before the little cutie above him belched cutely, before her little tummy started to gurgle. He’d known this would happen...just like clockwork. Even a pup could keep track of just when little Hannah’s ticking time bomb would prime, as she pinched her mother’s sides, hoping to get down and rush off to the potty for an inevitable mess halfway there. It was funny, too, at least after he stopped taking toots to the face...stinky, stinky diaper farts...but at least he knew it’d work. Shuffling his paperwork in his hands like an overpaid businessman, he stepped up to Christi, stifling her attempts to help Hannah along. Rather than talk, he stood up as tall as his little legs would take him, perching up on his high toes before reaching his drawing book up, showing Christi what anyone would take as fridge worthy art. Unfortunately, though, she couldn’t quite make out the message, at least from her height, so up Flo went up onto her lap. Their diapers crinkled loudly against one another for a brief moment, making the young pup shiver in excitement. Which, with the comparingly huge mass of soft tissue before him, only got more intense. Yes, he had finally made it, most of the way at least, up to Mommy’s luscious chest, hardly cradled by whatever lacy bra she had perking up her massive bosom. He could feel drool welling up in his mouth as he gazed on, handing off most of the pictures to Mommy Christi....her funbags were nearly the size of his head! How much milk could she make with such beautiful, full breasts! He thought to himself, glancing at her curvaceous figure. He just couldn’t help it; now was his best chance. Clumsily pawing at her bosom, he attempted to free her chest from the small belly shirt that contained them, before eagerly licking at her top, desperate and afraid to lose all the progress he made, all in a pitiful act to get at that which he yearned for so much. The fuss easily drew her attention from the surprisingly well crafted pictures as her now wet, saliva drenched top clung to her sensitivities. Setting them aside, she hoisted the little pup up and out to arm’s length, staring him down like a pervy squirrel that might’ve spiraled its way up her pant leg. Flo could tell it in his bones...that his new Mommy wasn’t too keen on the silly and frankly indecent little show her pup managed to make once brought to her chest level. His excitement showing, her shyly rubbed his legs together, looking down to avoid the judgemental gaze, before softly beginning to sob. Not only were his plans dashed aside by his clumsy paws, but he might have just outed himself from the relationship. All he wanted was her milk, after all, but it’s not like a little pup could expect to be gifted with something so sweet and rich. Fortunately for him, though, his whimpering was just too much to bear. Although a bit confused by his choice of action, Christi thought it made sense with the diaper and all. The little fella must just be hungry, she thought, so she did the only thing she might think he needed. Shifting her top off hand by hand, she exposed her giant chest to him, before reaching behind her, snapping her bra links free, letting her limp bra fall to her padded lap. And like a moth to a light, her little puppy practically lunged full force onto her breasts like a large beanbag chair, for his size at least, latching on tightly only to lick her into moistness. Before too long, he was properly suckling off her large endowment, crying softly at just how sweet it all was...his satisfaction and the milk trickling past his lips and filling him like a warm, cascading river of sweet, creamy milk. Nothing could compare to the rich taste and the comforting feeling of Mother’s chest, slowly extending and contracting beneath him, her heat radiating into him. It made him feel calm, comfortable...at home. At least, that was until the thought hit him, like it had every time he’d indulged in milkies. He’d forgotten again that he was lactose intolerant, which meant that sweet, warm sensation running down his throat might feel just as warm going...home? His little paws clenched and softly kneaded her bosom for support as his stomach protested the new girth rising up in his gullet, her milk churning up a storm in his bowels, sounding off lower and lower. The poor puppy, as quickly as he’d assured his place at home, had found a way to bring along a caveat, as he burst (yes burst) into his poor little padding. Somehow, the thought hadn’t triggered in Christi as her little pup’s bottom sounded off like a tuba swirling in muddy tar. The thought of her baby girl was too familiar, so she’d gotten used to it. Rather than push away, her maternal instincts kicked in, her hands cupping the seat of his expanding diaper. Rather than let it extend down and part open with his excretions, she’d force her hand over the mushy, hot mess, only making the embarrassing, degrading act more horrifying to go through. Not only was Flo uncontrollably being forced to mess by his body’s disagreement with dairy, but he’d also been subjected to a sort of massage like he’d never experienced. As if it was medicinal, it felt like the massage was only making his little bomb of a butt produce more and more, or so he felt as his little butt burned a hole in the seat of his diaper, but sooner rather than later he was done. His stomach could only hold so much, after all, even if his gut wrenching act had smeared to every crease in his poor diapered bottom. Perhaps if she hadn’t interfered with his butt blasts, it might’ve produced some sort of mushy grapefruit left to rot in the sun, but he was too worried on how she felt on it to start deciding on biggest messy ever. To his surprise, Christi decided to reel the little pup back in off of her bosom, giving him a sort of mushy throne atop her chest, making him feel just above her. That feeling, however, soon left. She’d brought him up to eye level not to make him feel welcome, but more to congratulate him on the hefty purge. It wasn’t long before she’d find her hand cupping the seat of his diaper once more, mushing the fine mess into his rump, making Flo squeal and shiver. Never had he felt so nurtured and yet punished...even as his smelly rump made his own nose crinkle in distaste. And yet, all Christi managed to do was sink to his level, chanting how much of a big boy he was, and how much of a nice present he’d made. Of course he’d made several, spread along the floor around them, but he’d known that he was being teased on the bulge, or bulges, in his diaper…He knew he deserved it all, in one way or another. But what he hadn’t expected was about to roll right over him. In the doorway, just past sight of it all, was none other than lil Hannah once again. Sobbing softly to herself, clenching a small toy bunny in her hand (her potty buddy, Mr. Fluffernuts), she stomped her foot, perking her chest out like a mid aged teenage brat. She must’ve been standing in the doorway the whole time, witnessing her mother give away HER milk and HER affection to some puppy! And a stinky one at that! How could she? Hannah was far too upset over the thought that anyone could take her mother away from her, somebody she thought she held exclusively as her own. Whether Christi allowed it or not, Hannah wouldn’t go without a fight getting this thing away from her Mommy. So, without much consideration for the adorable, yet fragrant pup, she shrieked. She shouted, past her built up tension and her welled up tears, if only to stop this...thing from changing her life. “Wha-what are you doing, Mom?!? Do you just...do you feed any old street rat now?!”...silence.
  4. Haven't gone since i went to bed last night, I like waking up dry. Was really frisky this morning for some reason and decided I would like to see how long I could hold it before I give up. Been wearing my diaper all night and now, with the coffee I am drinking, the urge to go is getting more intense. I'm just going to sit on my favorite couch and see what happens... I really hope it doesn't leak, might put on my plastic pants just to be safe...
  5. So, at home I'm fully nude, no diaper -- but when Master and I go out, I wear a diaper...but it never fails...every single time I put on a new diaper, my body just lets go and I have my first wetting immediately. Never. Freaking. Fails. LOL How about you? Any of you have this?
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    WARNING: These videos contain large amounts of diaper messing. View at your own discretion. Over 100 amateur videos of girls messing their diapers and changing messy diapers! NOTICE: Due to the massive size of this upload, i will no longer be uploading any more videos here, instead i've decided to make a new upload titled "Amateur Diaper Messing Videos 2" check it out here.

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  7. Hello again, people of the forums! Let's make some beautiful art. CHARACTER GUIDE: 1. Lara Croft 2. Samus Aran 3. Nova 4. Sarah Kerrigan 5. Lara Croft 6. Sarah Kerrigan
  8. Crystal Maiden Regression

    From the album Coloured Work

  9. I was lucky enough to have a few hours alone the other day, so I spent it wearing a Molicare Adult pull up. Instead of flooding it, I actually peed in the toilet twice within an hour before putting it on. This time, I wasn't looking for any desperation type experience, but the exact opposite, when I do what I refer to as "free-peeing," and just constantly dribble and leak without ever holding at all, and doing a little bit every few minutes or so. I didn't even make a big effort to drink lots first, although two coffees and a few glasses of water were consumed. I sat on my sofa and started writing some of my fiction stuff for here, and happily but continuously tinkled away in my diaper for over two hours, occasionally adjusting myself a bit to spread the workload as much as possible. But most of us know that you never completely empty yourself while sitting down in a nappy, well I don't anyway. Eventually I leaked a little bit from the waistband, so I stopped free-peeing but kept drinking. When I stood up, the pull up was sagging badly, and very full across the front and crotch, and now I was standing, I could feel the rest of my pee wanting to come out. I held on, and luxuriated for awhile longer in the comforting feelings that a heavy, wet diaper give me, before I decided to finish emptying myself. I was about to stand in the shower, because I knew that I'd leak, but suddenly got struck by inspiration. I took it off, and put in on again backwards, and pressed the sodden warmth against my buttocks, then went and sat at my outside table. When I looked down, I'd squeezed a lot out by sitting on it, and had a puddle underneath my chair, and the back of my diaper was literally dripping. Long story short, I peed again into the semi-dry back of it, giving me complete value for money! The damn thing was sagging and drooping badly, and I had to hold it up while I waddled to the bathroom for a much needed shower. Does anyone else do this?
  10. tumblr_nn72p5b2x11rcwmjgo1_raw.jpg

    From the album FluffyOmorashi's Tumblr Archive

    This does NOT mean I’m now willing to take pic in underwear or diapers and stuff… But *blushes* decided to post a pic of my diaper cause.. Idk I wanted to try it on to see how it felt and now going to bed it in *shrugs blushing and looks at floor*… So .. Yeah heres me in a bad pic and can kind see my diaper ok yeah bye *blushes deeply thinking I’ll regret this pic in the morning*
  11. tumblr_nn7t2nzKiq1rcwmjgo2_raw.jpg

    From the album FluffyOmorashi's Tumblr Archive

    *wetting when I stand up and feel liquid run down my leg* .. 3 wettings are to much apparently ..
  12. DGP - Jeany and Sandra

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    Jeany and Sandra from Diaper Girls in Public (DGP)

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  13. I'm not sure why I listened to her. I nearly didn't. I didn't actually intend to when I told her with all my misplaced pride of my strong bladder. And I was proud of my strong bladder. I was never the girl who needed to stop the car halfway to where she was going for a pee. I never waved my hand in desperation in class. I never had to skip part of a movie to run to the restroom. I hadn't wet myself since I was a toddler, not even come remotely close, so I certainly didn't need to wear diapers "just in case". So I'm not sure why I did. Respect for advice sincerely given? An abundance of caution? I'm really not sure. But on just my third day on the job I was infinitely glad that I had. Because anyone can have a bad day. I was dying. Maybe I should have taken it a little bit easier with my water bottle. If it's just sitting there I tend to drink mindlessly. Probably I shouldn't have drunk that cup of coffee before my shift to wake myself up. I didn't ever do that again. Whatever. However my bladder was filled it most definitely had been filled. Now it was full. Overfull. I'd fucked up. By the end of my shift I badly needed to go to the toilet. Not enough to be at any risk of an accident or anything though. Just regular badly. It would have still been fine if my replacement for the next shift had turned up. But he didn't. When he was around fifteen minutes late I called up the office to ask what the hold-up was. "Didn't anyone tell you?" A crackly voice fractured down the line. "We had to move Al over to section B. We've called someone in for you. Probably about an hour or so." My heart sunk. I didn't mind the overtime, the money was welcome, I'd accumulated some debts through the fault of mostly others, but I was officially desperate. I asked if they could send someone up to relieve me for a few minutes but I just got an unsympathetic "We don't have the staff right now." I was to learn they never have the staff. Before I started this job I'd always thought that employers had to give people restroom breaks. It turns out that isn't quite true. They have to provide restrooms. They don't have to actually let employees use them. And this particular job, which shall remain nameless, didn't. You could pee before or after your shift. If you needed to go during... tough. Think dry thoughts. Cross your legs. Piss your pants. I didn't know what to do; should I try to hold on and make it to the restroom completely dry? Or should I try to leak slowly into my diaper to take the pressure off? If I tried to hold it and failed I was pretty sure that the diaper would overflow and it would be just as embarrassing as if I had wet myself without one. But deliberately pee myself? I'd never done that before. I wasn't sure I even could. And I had another concern... There was this one time back in college. A group of us had driven to the next town over to watch some band play a shitty bar that had the solitary virtue of not carding. The band sucked, I think we only went because someone had a crush on the bassist. On the way back this girl Maddy, I think her name was, needed to pee but my friend Loz, who was driving, wouldn't stop by the side of the road. I can't remember why, there might have been a good reason, or she might have just been fucking with Maddy for the lolz. Then Maddy started saying that she was literally going to wet herself. Emphasizing the "literally". Loz kept telling her she better not. The other girl in the car, whose name I can't remember, was telling her to let a little bit out to take the pressure off until we could stop. I'm pretty sure I was just laughing at the situation. Eventually Maddy announced that she couldn't wait any longer and she was going to try to pee a little bit. Ten seconds later she was yelling that she couldn't stop. Loz was yelling at her to stop peeing. I was dying laughing. She ended up completely pissing herself. I didn't want that to happen to me. To start to pee and be unable to stop. I wished I'd practiced for this moment safely at home. But, of course, I never thought I'd actually need to use the diapers. They were just a precaution. Just in case. My predecessor had recommended them to me the day of my orientation in a hushed tone, even though no one was nearby. "And one other thing..." She started with a blush. She pulled a plastic package out of a drawer beneath her, my, workstation. Adult diapers. I was shocked. "Hopefully you never need to use them. But you'll be ever so glad you did if you do." She went on to explain, "The shifts are eight hours without a break and sometimes you'll have to work unexpected overtime." I was embarrassed to be having this conversation. Embarrassed this woman was admiring to wearing, and wetting, diapers to me. "I've got a really strong bladder." I assured her. "Good." She couldn't look me in the eye, "That will help. But anyone can have a bad day and if one ever does happen to you..." She shrugged and offered one last suggestion, "Make sure you leak slowly rather than let it all out in a flood. They don't cope with floods well." I was dying. I seriously couldn't sit still without feeling like I might lose control. I wasn't going to make it. Accepting that was surprisingly easy. For the first time in twenty years I was going to wet myself. The only question was, "Could I get away with no one else ever finding out?" I had to try. I glanced to my left and right. No one was particularly nearby. No one looking my way. I held my breath and relaxed. It was easy. Too easy. I almost got lost in the wonderful feeling of finally unlocking my tired and burning muscles and gave in completely. Almost. I clamped down firmly and stopped peeing. That was much harder, much more uncomfortable. I understood what Maddy must have felt. Surely it would be impossible to stop if you were drunk. A hand carefully run over the back of my work skirt felt no sign of wetness. I didn't even feel wet. I'd expected to for some reason. I guess you expect to feel wet if you pee in your pants. But I guess I wasn't wearing pants, not precisely. But, if it was possible, I needed to pee worse than ever. I could feel myself spasming painfully between my legs. I needed to leak again. It took all my muscle strength and all my willpower not to leak again. I had to wait for a while. But I didn't know how long was an appropriate amount of time to wait between peeing a little. Thirty seconds? Ten minutes? I decided I would have to wait five minutes. If I held on for just five more minutes I would let myself pee a little. I swear the second hand was moving backward on my watch. I checked it a thousand times. I sweat panic. Finally five minutes had passed and I peed. For two seconds. A quick, desperate, spurt. Then I clamped my muscles shut again as tightly as I could. My body complained. My pussy felt like it was on fire. But somehow, unbelievably, I managed to stop peeing. The next five minutes was worse. Impossibly worse. I think if I'd been anywhere but work I might have just given up and wet myself. Certainly if I'd been alone. It wouldn't have been worth it. It was only barely worth it. But I really didn't want a reputation as "the girl who wet herself at work". So I had to hang on. Somehow. I counted all three hundred seconds, it took hours, I relaxed at two-nine-nine because it would take a second to start. It was glorious. Better than the last two times. Better than any orgasm. And then, too soon, far too soon, it was over and I had to force my exhausted muscles to stem the flow yet again. They wouldn't. I kept peeing. In a panic I tried again, unwilling to give up, unwilling to have an accident, not now, not here. My body resisted my will at first but ultimately relented, to my endless relief. With dreadful heart I surreptitiously swept a hand underneath my ass expecting to find my seat soaked. But it wasn't. The diaper had held up to even my prolonged leak. Thank God. It was easier to wait five minutes this time. I guess I must have released enough pressure so that my bladder wasn't right at the limits of its capacity. Don't get me wrong, I was still desperate, just not on the brink of an accident desperate. I was getting worried about how much more the diaper could hold though. I really had no idea. I cursed myself again for not testing it out at home. At least with a measured quantity of water if I really couldn't bring myself to pee in it. The next time I leaked it wasn't so bad. Maybe practice was making perfect. I decided I better keep up my schedule though. I didn't want to let myself get so desperate that losing control completely was an inevitability. I didn't keep count, but I think I ended up leaking another five or six times before my relief arrived in the form of a call-in I'd never met before. He came sauntering up to my station with a relaxed air and a lop-sided smile. I'd never been so happy to see anyone. I rushed through the hand-over as quickly as I could without letting on my situation. He seemed to want to chat but I wasn't in a position to indulge him. As soon as I could I gave him a tight smile, wished him a good night, and walked as fast as I could toward to restrooms. Before my relief had arrived I'd been letting myself leak enough that I was actually feeling fairly in control, if getting increasing concerned that the diaper must be nearly full, but now I was on my feet I was once again concerned that a complete accident was imminent. Maybe it was standing up and walking, maybe it was knowing relief was just seconds away. I was dearly tempted to stop in the hallway and let myself leak a little more but visions of finally losing control and making a puddle on the floor twenty steps from the restroom were all too real so I forced myself to wait. I don't know how I managed. I had my skirt around my waist before I'd even fully closed the stall door. I ripped down my tights, tore the tabs of my diaper open, and collapsed onto the toilet, peeing as I sat. It was possibly the longest pee of my life. I didn't keep time, but it felt like I peed for minutes. When I finally finished I balled up the diaper and buried it in the trash beneath a layer of hand towel. It was so heavy. I couldn't believe it was able to absorb that much pee. Thankful though. Because if it hadn't, or if I hadn't been wearing it, I would have absolutely suffered the embarrassment of people knowing I wet myself at work. I never needed them again. I was very, very careful with my fluid intake and after about a year I moved on to different employment. I did recommend the diapers to the woman who replaced me, despite the embarrassment of bringing it up. She seemed skeptical and told me she had a strong bladder. I hope she listened though. Because anyone can have a bad day.
  14. female Sunday morning in bed

    I've not had goodnites for a while and was out "in the field" working yesterday. I stopped into a Safeway for some nibbles and figured I'd buy some The one I wore to sleep was a little wet when I woke, I somehow remember needing to pee at a ridiculous hour, not worrying about it too much and letting go. The bed was dry when I woke, it couldn't have been too much. i changed, made coffee and started watching a series about Australia on amazon. It's interesting, though lacking detail in some parts - I digress. A couple of hours in, I let it go again... a little hoping for a wet spot, but dreading the clean up No wet spot, this time either I did forget how much I love the feeling of a full diaper... Enjoy the pics -S
  15. View File DGP - Jeany and Sandra Jeany and Sandra from Diaper Girls in Public (DGP) Submitter tomas.abdl Submitted 08/27/2017 Category Diapers and ageplay  
  16. DGP - Pinka

    Version 1.0.0

    417 downloads

    Pinka from Diaper Girls in Public (DGP)

    Free

  17. [Female] DGP - Pinka

    View File DGP - Pinka Pinka from Diaper Girls in Public (DGP) Submitter tomas.abdl Submitted 08/27/2017 Category Diapers and ageplay  
  18. DGP - Kelly and Steffi

    Version 1.0.0

    826 downloads

    Kelly and Steffi from Diaper Girls in Public (DGP)

    Free

  19. View File DGP - Kelly and Steffi Kelly and Steffi from Diaper Girls in Public (DGP) Submitter tomas.abdl Submitted 08/26/2017 Category Diapers and ageplay  
  20. AB Music Videos

    Version 1.0.0

    150 downloads

    Music videos with some diaper or AB related content.

    Free

  21. View File AB Music Videos Music videos with some diaper or AB related content. Submitter tomas.abdl Submitted 08/26/2017 Category Diapers and ageplay  
  22. I have been wanting to wear a diaper to work for some time now and finally worked up some courage to do so. Anyone else do this? I have added some pictures and a diaper squish video of the aftermath. Enjoy. 20170721_165736.mp4
  23. Hello All Currently I'm on vacation in the south of France and off to Italy in a few days. I hadn't thought of this until I came but I thought this would be a good time to do some public diaper wearing. So I went to a store called mono Prix and was able to find a 20 pack of briefs for €12 which isn't too bad I thought. I'm also always curious about diapers in other countries. I'm staying at a multi person hostel so wearing them has been a bit of a challenge here but I've hid them well enough in luggage and in my locker that they're not visible. I've worn once to bed in the hostel which was quite nice and exciting. I was slightly worried about someone seeing if my sheet came off but it kind of adds to the thrill. I had wet myself several times in the night and the morning and was quite soggy when it came morning time. Disposing of the used diapers has been a bit interesting but I've managed to sneak them out in plastic bags and get rid of them in bins around the hostel. It's been nice kind of feeling like a diaper ninja and I'm having fun with it. I thought about going 24/7 for the trip but after doing some walking (which I'll be doing plenty of) I started chaffing a bit which has kind of put me off wearing for extended periods if I'm going to be walking. Anyways, if you have any suggestions for the trip in regards to the diapers (or sights to see) Let me know! I've attached a sneaky under the cover snap. (I'm wearing shorts over just slipped them down.) Thanks for reading!
  24. Just as the title says. I brought some diapers recently however I have discovered they are slightly too small. Unfortunately I cannot return them because they have been opened and one has been used due to me trying it on. They still fit around the waist and connect however they are loose at the front and pinch a lot at the sides when done up. Any suggestions on what I can do with them?