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  1. For those who are interested, I just shared an experience of mine with Goodnites Tru-Fits: Thanks @Mom2Three for the inspiration.
  2. I'll just give you a quick story of some fun we had recently. So we were watching some omorashi recently, specifically poo omorashi, and I suggested it would be fun to do a "school girl has to poo in class but teacher says no" scenario. I never had this happen to me personally in real life, but it could be fun. My husband was down for it, but only if I wore a diaper to reduce the mess. After we had a big meal of spicy bean stew my bowels were ready to go. I put on my cute school girl outfit with a black pleated skirt and white knee socks, looking so adorable. My husband isn't really into fashion so he just wore his normal clothes. I could already feel my guts gurgling, I had to poo so bad. Before long, I started to fart loudly, and I was stinking up the room. My husband was already getting pretty turned on and he said he liked my uniform but he wasn't really into the role playing aspect, and was it OK if we just had sex instead? I said sure, and he started to kiss me and run his hands down my back while I helplessly farted. He then took me over to the bed and put me down on it while I started to poo in my diaper, visibly showing the pleasure on my face. He slipped his hand under my skirt and onto the back of my diaper as the poo came out inside it. He said it sounded like I'd done a really big poo, and he was really excited to the point where he had to open his flies. His cock was trembling as he took me into the bathroom. Then he removed my diaper and looked at how massive my poo was. He was really impressed that I'd held it so long. He washed my bottom and then started fucking me. I was pretty close to orgasm already and his cock just pushed me over the edge. I climaxed loudly around the time that he came too. Such fun.
  3. Version mp4

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    Over 100 videos of girls wearing and wetting diapers and girls just being goofy in diapers! These are amateur videos and in my opinion are the best kind, hope you like them, oh and be sure to follow the file, because i may add to it later on! 4/09/2015 - New update, added 20 videos, they are labeled "Update 5 (1-20)". 5/25/2015 - New update, added 18 videos, they are labeled "Update 6 (1-18)".
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  4. This is my first story I’ve written here. This part contains desperation and wetting. Future parts will have messing and diapers. Part 1 Hi, I’m an 18 year old boy in my final year of High School. Anyway, I’m not here to describe myself all that much because I think it’s my twin sister, Sarah’s story that you’ll want to read. My sister and I are in the same year in school but hang around with friendship groups that are worlds apart. She’s in the stereotypical popular girl group which has led to my far less popular and thus considerably less attractive friends relentlessly teasing me over all the things they’d love to do to my sister. Even though she’s my sister, and I’ll never be sexually or romantically attracted to her, Sarah is clearly the most attractive girl in the school. She’s about 5ft 6 with wavy, dirty blonde hair, green eyes and a great body with perfect proportions everywhere that mattered. Although she’s my twin, we look nothing alike. Im 6ft 1 with black hair and blue eyes and I would say I’m pretty average looking. It was nice of her to take all the good genes! Despite us being opposites in looks, we actually get on really well with each other. We tell each other everything and pretty much always sit next to each other on the bus to and from school. The start of this story takes place on one pretty fateful bus journey home. It had been a fairly average Friday at school, grey, rainy clouds in the sky and I couldn’t wait to just get home. I was sitting on the bus wondering where Sarah was. Just a minute before the bus left, I saw Sarah get on. She hobbled down to the back of the bus looking for where I was and sat down next to me once she found me. Something wasn’t right with her. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked, cutting right to the chase as we always did with each other. “Sorry! I wanted to go to the ladies before we left but it was too busy. I’m bursting to go to the toilet,” she said, shaking her right leg up and down. The conversation ended pretty quickly after that and I stared out the window on the way home trying not to focus on her shaking. 5 minutes away from home though, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. She was clearly desperate, more desperate than I had ever seen anyone before. “Do you think you can hold it?” “Not for much longer,” Sarah said with tears clearly forming her eyes and sweat on her brows. Shortly after that, the bus arrived at our stop and we were the only people to get off. Our house was about a 2 minute walk from here but I could tell this was going to be a struggle. We walked (Sarah was speed walking) in silence until she quickly said “I’m gonna sprint home. Spurts are already coming out!” She sprinted ahead and just as she was out of sight I suddenly came to a sickening realisation: I had our only key! I took off after her as fast as I could. I really wanted her to make it. There was no telling what Mom would do if she saw Sarah had wet herself. Once I reached the house, I knew I was too late. Sarah was standing in the garden, looking down while facing the house but I could see the bum of her light blue jeans darken at a rapid rate. She was helplessly peeing herself. As she was doing that, I walked past her and opened the door. I turned around and saw her crying her eyes out. I felt so bad for her. At least she had peed standing over the already wet grass so no one would see an oddly placed wet spot on the ground. “Come on, let’s go in and you can clean up before Mom gets back,” I said sympathetically while ushering Sarah into the house. “Oh God!” She said through her tears. “I can’t have her find out about this. She’ll give me a crazy, awful punishment that no normal parent would give their child. Just like she does whenever we do anything wrong,” Sarah continued. As I was about to shut the door, we heard the all too familiar sound of Mom’s SUV pulling into the driveway. This was going to be BAD for both of us, not just Sarah because usually Mom’s punishments impact the two of us. —————————————————————— I hope that was enjoyable. Please let me know if you want part 2!
  5. Version 0.7.52

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    Support the developer here: https://ci-en.dlsite.com/creator/4531 Developer's twitter: https://twitter.com/omoeito Current free version is 0.7.52. Current paid version is 0.8.01 (500 yen). Basic description You play as a girl who stays alone at home while her mother is on vacation. There are a lot of dialogues for wetting/messing both in panties and diapers with the same thing for bedwetting/bedmessing. Messing can be disabled at the start of the game. Game features no explicit content (outside of the obvious peeing and pooping). Wetting/messing You get various dialogues (or have an accident) when the gauges reach 50/75/100/110/120%. Dialogues depend on your wetting/messing level and whether or not you already peed or pooped yourself. At the moment you can reach level 3 in everything except bed messing. Levels will increase after you pee or poop enough times (including while asleep). Reaching higher levels also increases the rate at which the gauges fill up and the chances to pee or poop while sleeping. You can purchase different drinks to further accelerate the process (there are currently two levels of diuretic effect) or open the debug menu and manually incrementally increase each of the gauges to 50/75/100% by pressing Q and selecting one of the first two options (first is for the pee gauge and second is for the poo gauge). Other debug options are there as well but I don't recommend messing with them for safety's sake. Achievements In-game achievements are purely cosmetic. Corresponding achievements are given when you pee/poo 1/5/10/20/50/100 times. If you want to get all achievements for OCD reasons but don't want to spend a lot of time doing so, go to https://www.saveeditonline.com/, drag and drop your save file from *game_folder*/www/save and edit the following variables https://pastebin.com/raw/kx6qzvze You will always get an achievement for peeing/pooping for the first time. To get the next achievement, you'll need to set the corresponding variable to 4/9/19/49/99. This is because if (for example) you peed 14 times and then set the variable straight to 99, next time you pee you WON'T get achievements for peeing 20 or 50 times, only for 100 wettings. Backup your saves in case you mess something up. Potential bugs and tips Gauges on the left disappear after you sleep, pressing A shows or hides them. As mentioned before, pressing Q opens up debug menu. You can't get some story-related achievements as they are not currently implemented. In order to get the 3rd type of diaper you need to complete an event chain in the baths (go there a couple of times in a diaper in the evening and speak to NPCs who are changing their clothes) -- after this you should be able to buy them at the pharmacy. Sometimes the player's sprite bugs out after you go to the toilet. Asking the nurse to change your pants might leave you with no pants unless you change to the new ones at home and also massively increase your movement speed without being able to revert it. Additional disposable diaper events will result in an infinite loop if you pee naked (<- Google translation, I assume "naked" means "having no clothes"). Save frequently. Translation 1. Download Textractor and install it: https://github.com/Artikash/Textractor/releases 2. Download the latest JMDict english dictionary and copy the SavedDictionary.txt file to the Textractor/x86/ folder: https://github.com/Artikash/Textractor-Dictionaries/releases 3. Launch Textractor.exe from the Textractor/x86/ folder. Click the Extentions button, delete all of the extentions, right click on the window and click Add extention. Add all of the following extentions and make sure they are in listed in the order below (you can drag them around): Remove Repeated Characters Remove Repeated Phrases Remove Repeated Phrases 2 Remove 30 Repeated Sentences Replacer Copy to Clipboard Google Translate Extra Newlines 4. Go to Textractor/x86/ folder and open the SavedReplacements.txt file. When you see some characters or sentences repeating (for example, the name ゆい repeating 3 times as ゆいゆいゆい), add the following line to that file: |ORIG|ゆいゆいゆい|BECOMES|ゆい: |END| Rinse and repeat for everything out of ordinary. All of the translated text is stored in the Google Translate Translation Cache.txt, so if you want to do some basic text formatting you can do that there. I'll upload my SavedReplacements.txt file once I play around with the game and see what needs replacing in the first place. 5. Reload Textractor. In the Google Translate window, select Translate from: Japanese. Make sure to tick the Use translation cache and Filter garbage characters checkboxes. 6. Launch the game 7. In the Textractor, click Attach to game and select Game_boxed.exe from the list. 8. Make some text appear in the game by talking or interacting, and the necessary thread *should* appear in the dropdown list up top. Changelog Changes in Version 0.7.52 (might not be entirely accurate): Added level 3 for bedwetting Added a short version of the bedwetting goddess event that occurs after the second time you meet her Added an event that occurs when you pee in a library or a pharmacy You can now intentionally pee or poo in a diaper You can now wear baby rompers instead of pajamas if you have a level 3 in both peeing and bedwetting (no special events are currently implemented for these) Various other small additions and bug fixes Changes in Version 0.8.01 (might not be entirely accurate): Added new types of underwear (available at the clothing store) Added a bookstore (located at the shopping street) Bookstore can be used to purchase books that affect continence (both positively or negitively, equip the book in order for the effect to work) Added the ability to sell diapers (talk to the person under a cherry blossom tree) Added more options and dialogues when putting on and taking off underwear in the bathhouse Other miscellaneous changes and bug fixes
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  6. Heather felt her diaper sag between her legs as she stood from her chair to answer the door. It hung, warm and swollen, under her floral sundress, although she did not notice having needed the toilet. She rarely did: she had never been potty trained. For that matter, neither was any other woman in Heather's family, and she could count the number of panty-wearing classmates she knew on one hand. Heather still vividly remembered the minor scandal when Stacy Thompson announced that she'd be "using the toilet from now on" in the eighth grade, it had been the hottest gossip for weeks. And then there was when Maggie Newman wore panties, no, lingerie (how much they must have cost!) under her homecoming dress Sophomore year to impress Shaq Jackson, but she'd been proven for a fraud a couple hours in when she'd wet herself in the middle of the dance floor, dashing her romantic ambitions. They had to turn the lights on to mop up the puddle! Poor girl. That was everyone, really, that Heather knew by name, although she did recognize the handful of girls in the halls whose skinny-jeaned rumps lacked the puffiness of their peers. That isn't to say that Heather cared a wink, though. This is how her whole life had been and neither she or most of her friends saw much abnormality in it. Heather opened her front door to reveal that Molly had arrived to hang out. It was a hot July day and Molly was dressed accordingly: jean shorts and a tank top that revealed the waist band of her diaper when she stretched her arms. Heather and Molly had been friends their whole lives, and were trying to make the most of their final summer before going off to college. The two grabbed some chips and salsa and a bottle of coke from Heather's kitchen and went upstairs to hang out in Heather's room. The two spent some time shooting the shit, Molly laying on her belly on Heather's floor, on her phone, while Heather lounged in the bean bag chair and munched on the tostitos, not caring whether Molly could see up her dress. Molly didn't care to look, but if she had she would have seen the pee staining Heather's diaper. "Hey, have you heard about that big protest today?" asked Molly, scrolling through twitter. "Yeah! The women's march, right?" Heather had seen, it was all over the news. Several of their friends were in attendance, attempting to bring more attention towards woman's issues. "Apparently there was a big pro-potty training demonstration." "No kidding!" "Yeah, hundreds of ladies just peed their pants in front of the Capitol." "That's some statement!" "What do you think about all that?" Heather considered it for a moment. Of course, the acceptance of toilet training for women was a hot button feminist issue, right up there with addressing rape culture and the wage gap. "I mean, I get it, the lack of potty training for women has kept us down for ages. Like, financially alone, diaper costs do build up." "Tell me about it." "And all those excuses those misogynists give are such bullshit. We aren't on our period 24/7! We can control some of our bodily functions, it just sets up a needless divide where women are dependent on men for some culturally imposed 'need'." "Fuckin' preach." said Molly, snatching up a chip. "At the same time though, like... I'm not sure if I'd really want to be potty trained." "Oh really?" "Yeah, I mean, it just seems so inconvenient, right? To have to stop whatever you're doing and go to a specific room just to do your business? It just seems like such a hassle." "I mean you still have to get changed though." "Yeah but I feel like you have more control over that taking place." "Not if you can actually control your bladder." "I suppose that's true." The silence resumed for a bit but was interrupted by a scrunching of Molly's face. "Speaking of controlling your bladder..." At that, Molly appeared to clench a little, behavior Heather obviously recognized as Molly having a poop. She could see the seat of Molly's pants expand outwards as she laid on the floor. It was a pretty common sight. "Heather can you change me? I'll do you afterwards, I saw that you're soaked." "Of course." Heather had downed a couple of cokes by this point, and would definitely be needing a serious change soon. Molly shimmied out of her shorts and laid on the floor while Heather fetched the supplies, and then undid Molly's tapes. Heather was struck by the familiarity of her friend's lady parts, the small brown curls a miniature of those on Molly's head. How many times had she helped change Molly, and Molly her? It was a perfectly normal but nonetheless personal activity for two women to share. Soon enough she'd be living in a dorm at South Northeastern University West and helping to change entirely new girls whom she'd never met. As Heather was dealt with the bitter-sweetness of her thought, she could feel a renewed warmth pooling in her nether regions.
  7. Whoah Linkx TWO 10k+ word stories in ONE night, crazy; You're a madman! Another idea I've run with recently based on the string of Marine and soldier pictures Livinginfinite has done as of late I got the idea as just a writing exercise initially so its a little rough but I liked the idea of just doing first person vignettes to get the maximum amount of smut per sentence :D There's little rereading of this because somehow it turned out quite long, this is still ongoing too every few days or so I just write a few scenes so there will be more in the future. I found it really hard to strike a balance between writing what the character would write and just going into a full blown narrative with descriptions up the wazoo because the idea isn't really set up for that. I feel most of the time it went well but sometimes I just couldn't help myself and went overboard with the scene. Anyyyyway I'm rambling again join me on yet another magical adventure. Sgt Major Elesa Killian signing in for I don't know why... I think it's rather stupid but the base physician Dr Li said it was he recommended it of me and confided that consideration for higher promotion would require a “diary” of any incidents. God I'm blushing as I write this... ridiculous I just turned twenty-seven and I'm keeping a diary of... how often I piss myself. I don’t even know why they want me to write it down, they already have the statistical information about it from the rfid linked sensors sewn into each garment. Our bathroom habits are recorded and kept on our very own potty chart as we call it. I guess It shows we can take responsibility for our bodily functions or some other bullshit. They probably just want more information on what makes us tick what causes us to break down and empty ourselves in terror. I can proudly say though I haven't shit myself in three weeks and I aim to keep it that way. For fucks sake; I was one of the youngest recipients of the Juliet bronze medal of competency... but they might as well call it potty training 101. They give it to those who can stop messing their pants for long enough to stand on stage without having an accident. I'm almost embarrassed to call myself a recipient of an award recognizing that in the eyes of the forces I'm at least partially potty trained. God how I hate standard issue equipment; It's ridiculous, princesses, butterflies, snowflakes, cutesy stripes it's enough to make me want to scream sometimes. Sometimes I wonder if they really do just think we're all just children. General Williams stands up for us but compared to some of the other brass I don't think she has much say. God I wonder if they keep her in these too... what am I even saying of course they don't. I want to be just like her, I met her once she handed me my medal in person. It was such an honor, her combat continence record was incredible. You know what they say though it's all the lowest bidder and Kimberly Clark must have given the government a screaming deal to put us all in basically pullups. The amount of free advertisement they get from being the “official incontinence garment of female service members” more than makes up for it I bet. I guess they really just look at us all like children keeping us all in huggies. I felt I should have done better I'm twenty-seven and all the medical journals all say twenty-five is the average age we gain an acceptable level of control of our bowels. That's not to say we don't have our mishaps now and then but even with the scientific evidence saying we can control ourselves just fine standard issue underwear are incontinence garments. You can submit a request for alternate protection at thirty and move to just a pad but... what the hell am I talking about I'm rambling again. Anybody who ends up reading this probably knows all that shit I guess I'm just frustrated. I hate feeling like a toddler, having to have someone keep watch so I can change my pissy diaper. The scornful looks of some of the lower ranked men are the worst and... oh damn it all I'm wet again. I'll be right back and we can start this stupid thing. I guess it was a good thing I needed to change, no sooner than I got in the bathroom I really needed to um... “go” God this potty training thing is hard, I just don't understand how males can do it so easily. One second I'm fine or barely need to go and the next second it’s an emergency and I can't even stop myself. July 13th First official entry what a wonderful day it’s been… That time of the year again where we get to play with the fresh meat while in between deployments. We were doing live fire training, want to see if any of them could shoot and one of the girls was the cocky type. I think her name was Alexa, self-confident brunette twenty two year old fresh out of basic. She was scoring pretty high but making sure to let everyone else know which wasn’t going to earn her many friends. She made a few disparaging comments when a pair of girls sheepishly asked me if they could have a minute to change their diapers to which I acquiesced letting them know in the future they may not be so lucky. Carefully I loaded a select few rounds into a standard issue Mossberg. A normal slug, a blank, another blank followed by a dragon’s breath round. I got her attention calling her by her rank “private” and tossed her the weapon telling her to show me what I could do. She just nodded confident she would “show” me not realizing she was in for quite a shock. The first shot was an inch of so off center mass. Off to a good start but the second being a blank did nothing to the target. I laughed, I mean the look of confusion on her face alone was worth it before she racked the next cartridge wondering how she missed only to have the same result the second time. She didn’t suspect anything and determined to prove her marksmanship. Deep in concentration she grit her teeth before pulling the trigger again. The giant ball of fire and the noise shattered her concentration as she nearly threw the gun. She lost control and badly in front of everyone I’m talking fully voiding. Her pants sagged pretty bad and they were soaked. In her cockiness she chose to go against policy and just wear a pair of panties, big mistake on her part as the stain on her fatigues was pretty obvious that she’d shit herself. From the looks of some of the others there were quite a few more wet diapers to deal with and even I admit I leaked a little at the sudden blast but for her to learn her lesson it was worth it. I guess this is supposed to be about me though well fire practice ended soon after that and I realized I needed to go pretty bad. My little leak earlier wasn’t making it any easier. I was about to make it inside the barracks and that stupid ac unit kicked on that ancient thing is so loud and I…. I was just startled and wet myself. These stupid things are supposed to be maximum absorbency but it still leaked all over my pant. After all that I was going to make it to the bathroom and a stupid piece of machinery frightens me and I end up soaking myself. July 14th Today was not a good day it started wet and didn’t get any drier. I woke up and found my pullup had leaked while I slept. Stumbling out of bed I stubbed my toe and ended up wetting myself a few feet from the toilet. That’s one of the worst feelings… standing just a few feet away from where you know you should be peeing only to feel it rushing down your legs. After that stellar start to my morning this didn’t really improve. With a fresh set of princess pants hugging my hips I set about my day. Sometimes I feel leave is a bit boring around base but I help out where I can fortunately getting deployed at the end of the week. Lunch time rolled around without further incident and I guess I had been drinking a lot or something but right in the mess hall eating a bit of lunch I just out of nowhere felt that warm tickling. It took me a second but I knew I was wetting myself. I managed to get control of myself… barely but the damage was done. My pullup was soaked; it felt wet which was bad. I knew anymore and it would most certainly leak. I hate the warm squishy feeling between your legs when you have to walk after having wet yourself. It’s so awkward. Finally the third time’s the charm. I regret this one but some of my squadmates decided to have a little fun with the newbies. What I really regret is the fact we were caught by the mps skulking around base after lights out. They lit us up with flood lights as a handful of them leapt out of the jeep holding rifles up screaming at us. The three of us froze petrified at being caught. Poor Jill next to me messed herself. I could hear the wet crackling even over the hiss of our bladders emptying into our pants. Sienna ended up just as wet as I did and admittedly in the chill of the night the warm sodden padding felt not half bad. We got off light as they felt a bit bad for surprising us. I think Jill’s accident really saved our asses and we were sent back to our quarters with just a verbal reprimand. Uhg so yeah, three accidents in one day at that rate I’ll never be recommended for the silver medal at this rate July 16th Managed not to wet myself the day after I did it three times but I couldn’t keep a dry streak going. I should have known better but it just sounded fun. Messing around on the hard landing simulator with some of the privates. It's a big trampoline meant to teach proper landing technique for paratrooping and disembarking from airborne craft. I really should have said no, I've read the articles about our weakened pelvic floors and sudden high g impacts causing loss of control. Foolishly I thought it wouldn't happen to be buuuuut; It seems my confidence was misplaced. As soon as I landed I felt a long spurt leave my body. I panicked trying to stop but I landed clumsily bouncing again feeling another long dribble come out. By the time I managed to stop landing my pullup was soaked. My cheeks were rosy as I moved carefully trying to prevent leaks in front of the privates. I could feel a stray trickle of wetness running down my thigh but fortunately everyone else’s attention was drawn to a hapless private who took her turn after me. As I cautiously waddled off the trampoline a Private Rachel Adams leapt not having heeded the recommendation of hitting the bathroom before participating. Her face said it all. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the moment it happened. Her face twisted into a mix of surprise and disgust the shock of the initial landing. I could tell she was pooping in her pants. She was so caught off guard frozen by the act of messing her diaper she fell straight on her ass with a gross squish. I didn't stay around to inspect the damage but she started sniffling and the smell was foul. I quickly ran off to change my own soggy pull-up before it leaked even further. July 18th Fuck, damn it, assholes; those assholes. I was so close to an entire month without dirtying myself and then today happened. Uhg… calm down Elesa it was just an accident and you weren’t alone. Ok this is what happened but the fact they pulled this little stunt… really!? I can’t believe the base commander Ok’d this but then I guess he’s always been a dick. They wanted opinions and feedback on a new product. A new line of incontinence garments specifically designed for us women in the battlefield. I’d seen a few before but no company had ever managed to wrestle the lucrative contract away from Kimberly Clark. If it meant that I didn’t have to go into battle wearing princesses and fairies under my fatigues I am all for it though. It was mostly women and a few men packed into a small room with the presentation equipment all set up. On the front table a bunch of brochures were laid out along with a few sample products. They were fantastic I would love it if we actually had those instead. Laid out they were matte black as opposed to our brightly colored childish designs. They even had a bit of faux lace around the cuffs making them look nearly like real panties, well almost. Before I sat down I snatched one of the brochures leafing through it. It was adorned with a bunch of feel good taglines and pleasant and encouraging euphemisms. They might as well just come out and say it; Inconitech Shadow Fit, because you can’t stop crapping your pants like a child. Maybe that’s a little harsh but it can get pretty grating when everyone sugar coats it. They were really going all out to win our approval side by side comparison, data points, a features list. I lightly scanned it all before the lights dimmed and the presentation began. I think we all blushed at the opening slide it read “Shadow Fit, you won’t even know they’re there until you’re glad they are.” I’d participated in these sort of demo and evaluations before and knew what to expect. Admittedly I was only half paying attention as the sales rep covered data points envisioning myself wearing such a garment instead of what I was in now. Nobody was expecting what happened next as the slide advanced. An earsplitting scream came through the speakers and a clip from some damn horror movie of a visceral horror attacked the screen briefly before the presentation continued. In that moment of shock I know I wasn’t alone in letting out a surprised scream of terror as I dropped the pamphlet flinching. When I finally recovered I blushed as a silenced hush fell over the room and a faint trickle of pee falling from some of the seats dribbled to the floor. That was the least of my worries as I realized feeling the squishy mass in the seat of my diaper I had lost control of my bowels in addition to flooding it. I could see those telltale darkened stains of a leaking incontinence garment. Fortunately it wasn’t leaking as bad as some of the others. Still though I wasn’t about to sit through the rest of the presentation in my own shit. I tried to excuse myself but instead, at the approval of Commander Ryan found myself brought to the front of the room. The room began to smell rather foul as judging by some of the other blushing faces of discomfort I wasn’t the only one who shit her pants. He asked me to lower my pants. It was mortifying as I stood there with my back turned to the small room slowly exposing my heavily soiled garment. The pastel princess adorned garment was badly discolored. I could tell the rear sagged heavily and since I had been sitting at the time of the accident my thighs felt sticky I had a bit of a blowout as well and could see brown smudges inside my pants. Using me as a live demo he seemed to go on and on about absorbent this, leak guards that had I been wearing a shadow fit their superior technology would have contained such an accident and prevented urinary or fecal leakage saving my pants from soilage. This went on for at least five minutes while I stood in front of everyone doing my best not to squirm as my shitty bottom was on display for all. He tried to be clinical about it but still I was standing in front of everyone including superior officers having just soiled myself. Eventually he dismissed me handing me a sample to change into and thanked me for my participation. I quickly left trying to walk normally which is rather difficult when you’ve got a load in your pants. I’m still in disbelief that they would let them pull that kind of shit but at least I got one of those shadow fits out of it… deployment can’t come soon enough. July 19th After what happened yesterday I really didn’t even want to leave my quarters. For a confidence booster I pulled out the all black incontinence garment and slipped out of my current pair tossing them aside. These things are incredible compared to the stupid pull-ups we get. I slipped it up my legs and the way it hugs my hips. I stared at myself in the mirror for a while just admiring my lithe body. They looked almost like real panties, they were quieter by a large margin than standard issue and if you believe the data sheet provided superior protection. What really made me laugh was they’re available with an optional Kevlar weave outer shell. Begrudgingly I slipped them off and folded them up neatly wanting to save them for a special occasion before pulling out a fresh pull-up. Butterflies and stars… who makes these designs. I didn’t really feel like doing much else and after a bit of lunch flopped back into bed for a nap. My flight out with my squad was tomorrow and I couldn’t wait. I woke up after an hour or miraculously roused by the feeling of a full bladder. I was pretty confused about not waking up in sodden padding. I kind of looked at the bathroom and just shrugged. I didn’t want to get out of bed so I just kind of peed. I soaked my pull-up of my own volition making some of those stupid patterns disappear before quickly going back to sleep. I didn’t wake again till much later finding I had leaked once again dampening my sheets. I don’t know what I was thinking I feel so childish, I regret doing it now. What kind of Juliet medal holder uses her pants like that with a bathroom so close? I bet general Williams never did something so stupid… July 20th Finally, time to actually do something. My flight out was today unfortunately it wasn’t without incident for a few of us… well all of us females anyway. Longer flights require the use of a portable relief device; A fancy way of saying a thick diaper because we’re not trusted to keep the seats of their fancy planes dry. Unlike standard issue these are the tape up kind and only given out in changing centers. It’s ridiculous we can’t even put them on ourselves. At 0500 sharp I reported to the changing station awkwardly waving to a couple of my squad-mates who were there for the precise reason I was. The air was heavy with the smell of stale urine and shit. I knew I was wet. I figured why bother changing out of my soggy pull-up, most women I think shared the same sentiment although I couldn't imagine going to get changed voluntarily with a messy diaper I think I’d die of embarrassment if they had to wipe my ass for me. I guess some of them don't care as much as I do about it but I guess that's why they still receive sub satisfactory marks on their potty training reviews. My change went on normally the stupid thing taped up around my hips sealing my fate for the next few hours. I could have sworn the nurse in charge of me gave me a disapproving look as she tossed my sodden pullup away but with the wasteband of her own garment sticking about the hem of her pants she had no room to talk. Once we were all aboard the transport it didn't take us long to taxi out and hit the skies. I looked around on takeoff and I could have sworn some of them were already squirming in their seats. I just rolled my eyes and tried to get some sleep irritated that more of my comrades didn't take their potty training as seriously as I did as I watch Staff Sargent Grimwold kind of gaze off and I knew she was using her relief device. Flying doesn't usually bother me but I don't really care for turbulence. I know Astrid hates flying and I could see her white knuckle clenching the arm rests on the seat before I drifted off certain she had already soaked herself. A couple hours into the flight I woke up with the plane feeling like it was about to be pitched from the sky. An anomalous weather pattern just sort of sprung up on the plane apparently and it was being thrown about like a child's toy by a rambunctious toddler. I couldn't stop myself as I let out a surprised scream at the shock of being thrown awake. I was vaguely aware my diaper was a little damp from my sleep but the sudden shock of being thrown around by the brutal turbulence was making it much wetter. Nervously I grasped the arm rests and tried to relax... to stop peeing but I couldn't. I hate that feeling, you try to clench your muscles but it’s like there's nothing there. Fortunately I managed to stop it at just pee but I could feel my bowels quivering and it vaguely smelled like someone had already filled their pants. Astrid was crying softly to herself as the plane gave another violent shudder and I could only assume she was the culprit. I did not envy her seat right now, being thrown around constantly squishing it everywhere... uhg. I tried to focus on staying calm to set a good example for the rest of the women in my squad but it’s easier said than done. I was doing ok until the plane hit an air pocket... The whole craft must have dropped a couple hundred feet in a second. That however wasn't the worst of it. My stomach flip flopped in the weitless experience of free fall as we were all lifted slightly out of our seats and a bolt of lightning hit the starboard wing. The crack of thunder was deafening and the light illuminated the cabin. I shrieked and so did all the other women and then I... Damnit two days in a row I shit myself after not having went in my pants for nearly a month straight. I know I wasn't alone that time in fact I'm pretty sure they all did... it certainly smelled foul enough. As I was in free-fall my whole body just reacted on fearful instinct pushing a large load into my protective garment then the fall stopped and smush... I sat on it with all my weight and let me tell you that did not make cleanup fun for the changing room staff. We were a sight after disembarking the men went off to their quarters but us women all kind of waddled awkwardly walked as best you can when you've pooped yourself. Some had even managed to leak through their personal relief device which I thought was a rather impressive display of cowardice. That was not a fun plane flight... July 21st First day back on deployment started as wet as ever. I wet the bed which I’m starting to wonder if I should even bother noting since it happens so often. At least my pull-ups didn’t leak this time. I had really hoped I was outgrowing it but I guess not… I know few if any women ever do but still… I bet General Williams or Peterson don’t have this issue. Speaking of which that leads me to an actual accident that god it makes me feel like a child. I didn’t even think I had to go that bad but during breakfast the mess hall was abuzz with chatter. I overheard excited snippets from some of the other women General Williams herself was going to be coming to the base. I was ecstatic though the details were fuzzy I was so excited I err well didn’t really notice that I started peeing myself. I didn’t feel the hot wet rush until it had engulfed my private area. I peed too much too fast not even realizing it in my excitement until it was too late. I leaked straight through my pull-up. The padding is often not adequate to deal with our sudden accidents I don’t know why they haven’t given us something better. Soon enough I was sitting in a puddle and I could feel it soaking into my clothes clinging to my thighs. Needless to say I quickly excused myself hearing the snickers of my squad as I walked away my fatigues plainly discolored by pee. I visited the head every half hour trying to empty my bowels. After two days in a row of not making it I didn’t want to run the risk of a bowel accident especially not even in a combat situation. It worked more or less. Even if I didn’t feel the need I went and made myself sit on the toilet sometimes surprised by a few streams of pee I didn’t even know was in me. I did wet myself once more in the afternoon however. I volunteered to help unload supplies I hated to sit idly by and let the men to all the work. It’s a matter of pride we constantly have to prove ourselves and our little bathroom issues don’t make it any easier. Jill volunteered with me and we worked in the blazing midday sun unloading crates with the rest of the guys in our squad. Crates filled with various supplies, munitions, mre’s and of course multiple crates of incontinence garments. Even with proper lifting technique you’re going to wet yourself with any sort of heavy item. It has to do with our weak pelvic floor or something. Even so I managed to keep each release down to a small dribble each time I hoisted something up with Jill’s assistance. Towards the end I could feel a familiar wet heaviness signifying I was soaked. I didn’t even think I had gone that much but I guess it just adds up over time. I pressed my hand against my crotch with a wet squish to judge if I needed to change; I definitely needed one. One more crate and then we could leave the rest and go change. My pull-up was decidedly drenched and I knew Jill wasn’t much drier. She’d always been a bit flighty and probably had the worst control of our squad. The crate was really heavy, neither of us was expecting it and she strained a little too hard. Luckily I was already empty at that point releasing only drops of pee into my swelled garment. Jill on the overhand went wide eyed and blushed deeply as the strain of trying to lift such a heavy object forced her to drop a load into her saturated incontinence garment. A soiled pull-up has a very distinct smell there was no way she could have hidden what she did but I felt a bit bad for her and just suggested we call it a day and go change. She agreed with a fervent nod eyes watering slightly. Jill walked off ahead of me and I could see the redhead’s fatigues sagging slightly in the rear as she walked away awkwardly. I hate how obvious it is when you have an accident like that. Jul 22nd First day back on the job and it feels good. Even woke up dry this morning! It’s an eight person squad consisting of myself the highest ranking at Sergeant Major, Jill Davis and Joshua Chambers are second highest at Master Sergeant. Then bringing up the middle we have Astrid Miller, Sienna Torres and David Lynch all at Staff Sergeant. Valerie Woods is our lowest ranking woman at Sergeant and our newest member Jack Burton is only a Corporal. We’ve all got a wide range of skills that complement each other’s strengths and weaknesses. As expected our first assignment was a routine patrol just to get us warmed up again. We got suited up went over the route and headed out leaving in one of the many MRAPs stationed there. It was a pretty quiet night Joshua was driving and Valerie was riding navigator. The silence of the night was shattered when we hit an IED that was waiting for out patrol. The cabin was immediately filled with the fearful cries of the other women but I managed to control my voice gripping the edge of the seat for support. We were all a bit shaken not to mention now in need of a dry pull-up. I could feel the sodden squish of wet absorbent gel between my legs thighs and with how Jill and Astrid were squirming they weren’t any better off. Sienna had lost it though she was crying shaking her head and that’s when the smell of a bowel movement assaulted my nose. Even though she’d never said anything I suspected she was a bit claustrophobic and the MRAPs weren’t the most spacious of vehicles. I should have comforted her as the commanding officer but I was still a bit shaken myself. Lynch moved in putting his hand on her shoulder. She quickly calmed down enough for him to move her to the floor of the vehicle which doubled as an effective changing station. Her face was bright red as he slipped her trousers down but there was little else she could do. It wouldn't suit to have her sitting in a pile of shit for the rest of our patrol and it was considered a team building experience. It was about as intimate an experience you could get with a squad mate. If you could trust them to change your shitty diaper you could trust them with just about everything. We all kind of turned away as best we could knowing how it feels to be changed with all eyes on you isn't exactly pleasant. Lynch was always good with changes though um not that I really know I mean I didn't have that many accidents especially not bowel accidents! After that we got through the rest of the patrol with no issues returning to the normal life of being deployed ENTRY PENDING REVIEW Review Council notes concerning entry dated Jul 22nd multiple statements of a questionable nature and the sensors in Sergeant Major Killians pull-up detecting a release of 573gr of fecal matter led to an inquiry of the events concerning the aforementioned night of the 22nd. Upon further review the council recommends extreme judiciousness. Her claim of “I didn't have that many accidents especially not bowel accidents” was called into question and only partially substantiated. Empirically compared to other 27 year old soldiers rank Sergeant to Sergeant Major she was 9.4% less likely to have an accident given most scenarios. However compared to the rest of the units in her squad she was only 3.3% less likely to have an accident. Interestingly though compared to all other Bronze Juliet Medal recipients Sergeant Major Elesa Killian was 1.9% more likely to have an accident in the following scenarios: combat, sleeping, strenuous exercise, long flights. Accident in this sense refers to the military standard of an involuntary loss of 150ml or more of urine and/or an involuntary passing of 100gr or more of feces into ones clothing. The statement that only Staff Sergeant Sienna Miller was the one to have lost control of her bowels was deemed unequivocally false as Sgt Maj Elesa Killian passed 573gr of feces into her pull-up and was deemed in need of a change by Corporal Jack Burton. Questioning now First Sergeant Jack Burton he gave this retelling of that night. “The first patrol back? I remember it... No Elesa definitely soiled herself. Lynch took care of Sienna but I could tell the way Major Killian was still crying and squirming that she had an involuntary bowel movement as well. I asked if she wanted help but she started yelling at me that as a Corporal I had no business changing her. I tried to remind her of SoP and the SoCoC during a bout of incontinence but just wouldn’t listen. Eventually I slapped her and threatened her with a spanking. I may have only been a Corporal but I knew the rules, everyone is trained in dealing with female incontinence. She calmed down a little and agreed to letting me change her but she wasn’t happy about it. I don’t know what got into her maybe it was the first mission in a while but she definitely freaked out a little.” This retelling has been corroborated with then Staff Sergeant David Lynch and Astrid Miller both part of the patrol that night. We hope this blatant disregard for the truth is an isolated incident and Major Killian’s otherwise honest entries will not be tarnished by this inaccurate report. Jul 23rd She’s here she actually is here! I didn’t have an accident today but its true General Williams is on base. I got a glimpse of her as she departed from her chopper. She got off last and looked like she was walking a bit funny. I bet that buffoon of a pilot bruised her up on the landing I’ll have to have a word with her. I can’t wait to speak with her she’s such an inspiration. Jul 24/25th What a disaster I… I don’t even know where to begin. Everything went to shit the morning after she arrived. I never thought it would actually happen but they got up the balls to hit us on our own base. They hit the hell out of us. They must have been planning this for a while because they actually breached the perimeter and fast. It started with a rocket volley I think and then I don’t even know it was such a whirlwind of noise and commotion. It was early morning breakfast was being served in the mess hall. My squad was about to meet up in a few minutes and grab some chow. When the commotion broke out we all kind of sprang into action wondering what the hell was going on. We ran out of the barracks immediately greeted by a hail of gunfire. Valerie and Jill kind of froze up not ready for the shock of being fired upon so early. I could tell they were doing their morning business in their pants. We all ducked behind a small retaining wall Lynch and Chambers had to help those two as they were mid bowel movement. The smell from those two was a bit distracting but we returned fire dropping quite a few of them. They had numbers on their side but after a while they started to fall back. We pressed them forward and saw precisely why they were falling back. Being dragged out of the building was General Williams in the hands of five or six of them. We were at a distance but through the scope of my rifle I will never forget the look of terror on her face and the darkened fabric of her urine stained pants. At that moment I learned she was no better than any of us. That sight put a damper on the squad but despite that and Valerie and Jill’s soiled condition we pushed on. They retreated into a slew of lightly armored improvised attack vehicles. I realized at that moment I was pretty wet as well. I didn’t even know it had happened or when it happened but I ignored it for now and we ran to the garage where we could get a vehicle to chase them down with. We weren’t going to let these bastards get away with this. We piled into the MRAP we had banged up the other day on patrol I was pissed and took the driver’s seat despite a few protests. I mean hey I’m not Michael Schumacher but I got passable marks on my field driving tests. Lynch rode navigator and the rest hopped in the back hoping to get a change while I drove. The MRAPs weigh I don’t know probably close to what a small moon does. All that armor plating isn’t light but they can still scoot. I didn’t have a problem catching up to them but running through the desert at full tilt didn’t make for a smooth ride we were getting pretty beat up. I don’t know who was manning the machine gun but the constant chugging of heavy machine gun fire was making short work of the fleeing trucks. I feel bad now but General Williams’s life was at stake. I learned later that Valerie and Jill couldn’t change because the ride was so rough. The just had to sit in their own soiled diaper getting thrown around in the back I’m sure the experience was less than pleasant. That is a condition we trained for though, it comes with the job. We chased them for I don’t know twenty minutes half an hour I’m not really sure. Regardless we followed them into the nearby city their forces were occupying and were greeted with a hail of small arms fire which the MRAP laughed at. Their tiny truck was a bit more nimble to say the least and we were losing ground smashing into everything in sight in the winding corridors that comprised their narrow streets. We rounded a corner in time to see a small group waiting for us rpg in hand. I screamed and admittedly started to panic as I lost control of more than just the vehicle. I shit my pullup badly. My stomach still hadn’t adjusted to shipping out and my accident just went everywhere. In the instant before the rocket hit I could feel just uhg… up towards my lower back, leaking out into my pants. The truck collided with a wall and was hit by the rocket and everything went black for me. The next thing I knew Lynch was dragging me out of the MRAP which was on its side as I came to. The deafening crack of gunfire quickly brought me to my senses as the rest of the squad was embroiled in covering fire as we moved from the crash site towards cover. Even through the adrenaline I could feel what a disaster I was. I had lost control of my bladder as well and my fatigues were soaked. My thighs were sticky, I smelled horrible and I didn’t even want to think about cleaning up in the field. I was out for maybe five minutes they weren’t sure exactly but apparently I had chased the truck into a dead end. As my head cleared he explained what was going on. After the crash the rest of the team neutralized the threats and pulled General Williams to safety in a nearby shop. I could see Joshua and Sienna firing at a few rooftops from under a nearby overhang. With Lynch’s help I was quickly inside and the other two that were outside slammed the doors shut behind us after a few moments. I could finally catch my breath not that the air inside was all that pleasant With Jill and Valerie just having had their shitty diaper changed. Astrid had her pants off as she finished tending to Jill and the discolored brown bulge was evident she was next in line. It was about that time I heard an unfamiliar voice from the other room and noticed Corporal Burton’s absence. Apparently he had drawn the short straw and had to deal with the inconsolable general. I pulled myself away from Lynch’s grasp and went to investigate the heated voices coming from the backroom. I caught angry snippets between the two. “General I need you to calm down…” “No I will not and you can’t make me!” “General please…” “I don’t care... I’m not! It’s not that bad!” To be honest it wasn’t how I pictured meeting my idol… shit trailing down my legs but I opened the door to find Corporal Burton at his wits end with General Williams who was being completely uncooperative. They were too embroiled in their argument to notice me opening the door. Jack saw me but the General’s back was too me giving me a look at her ruined pants. They were a mix of slacks and fatigues given to officers for wear while on base in a hot zone. I froze seeing she was no better off than I was. The inner legs of her pants were still wet from her loss of bladder control and the rear was sagging the fabric wrinkled and stretched taught by the weight of her own excrement. “I’m not wearing that!” she was pointing at one of the girly standard issue pullups that we had as part of our field kit. “Those are for children!” When she said that I blushed heavily knowing something nearly Identical underneath my stained fatigues. “No… they are for women who piss and shit themselves like you General.” He said getting rather flippant with her. “N…No I do not! It’s not that bad…” she whined despite the obvious which made me think of myself, do I whine so childishly when one of them tries to change me? He was only a Corporal so I guess I can understand when lost his temper with her. He bellowed at her and I could tell he was pissed. “You’ve shit yourself, badly… You’re already in violation of the Code of Continence section 17: All officers must wear protection with absorbency equal to or greater than standard issue while in a combat zone.” She froze hearing him quote the rules at her I didn’t really know what to say either. “I’m already going to have to report you for one violation now does it have to be more Fiona J Williams!” At the sound of her full name stripped of her title I could have sworn I saw her body flinch and her muscle quiver before the bulge in her pants grew slightly. In this situation he had every right to call her by her name but her response was less than pleasant and she started cursing. “What the hell did you just call me corporal I am a General!” she spat back before going into a tirade about years in service, respecting senior officers and more; jabbing her finger at him accusatorily. He was quick, General William’s wasn’t aware of Burton’s high close quarter’s combat scores. He grabbed her by the wrist and shoved her forward bending her over the desk before quickly undoing her pants and yanking them down. She wore a set of lacy black… well they were black but now smudged with brown pair of silken panties most certainly against the rules to wear without at least some kind of absorbent pad in them. It started suddenly, he spanked her… hard. After the first hit came another and another right on the seat of her bulging panties. It’s a maneuver saved for only the most unruly soldiers, it was humiliating, degrading but I couldn’t avert my eyes. My personal hero was being spanked after pooping her pants at the hands of a corporal. With all the famed rumors about her I never expected her to act like this… I didn’t really know what to think so I just kind of stood there dumbfounded and watched as he delivered thwap after thwap with a faint squish each time. It didn’t take long for her to be reduced to tears and I admit if I had anything left in my bladder I would have wet myself from the sound. Once he deemed her compliant enough he removed her ruined panties and tossed them aside. There was no cleaning them after such a bad accident. General Williams just stood there sniffling her body trembling every so often as he set about the laborious task of cleaning her up. Soon enough though she was clean and her pulled up a snug fitting standard issue garment around her hips letting the crinkly elastic snap into place. Her pants were a loss too… he tried to clean them but it would have taken a good source of running water to really get them wearable again and instead tossed a spare set at her from the field changing kit. I was next and truth be told I was more than glad to get out of my full diaper. I know some of the more…”interesting” comrades don’t mind it but I have that sticky heavy disgusting feeling after I pooped my pants… uhg. After her little tantrum I wasn’t in any mood to protest and she walked out past me blushing hard when she realized she had an audience. Burton cleaned me up well enough… he may not quite have the tender touch that Lynch does but I thanked him and fortunately my pants were salvageable if not a little clammy after cleaning them. Ten minutes later we regrouped in the main room of the abandon store. Lynch explained what was going on, the base was still dealing with all that happened and a few pockets of resistance were still active on the base. They wouldn’t be able to extract us until later. We just had to sit tight until further notice. General Williams looked utterly nonplussed about the fact she was stuck out here for an indeterminate amount of time. Valerie pulled out a deck of cards while Williams volunteered to keep watch excusing herself from the group and we entertained ourselves playing cards joking about the few times we’d played strip poker and ended up showing off our huggies. While under normal circumstances I think some of them would have just used their diapers out of convenience we had a small supply of spares and I am proud to write that we all made it to the toilet for the rest of the day. Even General William’s who seemed quite shaken hiding out in the middle of an enemy occupied city didn’t require a change; Burton was sure to check. One person traded off and was always keeping watch General Williams didn’t join us playing cards not that I blame her with how she acted earlier. Quarter after six we were radioed, they had our position and they’d send a convey tomorrow morning. It would be another twelve hours before we were picked up. We started dozing off and rounded off shifts so we could sleep. I was asleep and Lynch was on watch when we were all woken up by the sound of men speaking outside while Lynch shook us all awake. We all scrambled behind the counter ready in case they spotted us. The door opened and we all held our breath as a single set of boots slowly tromped inside none of us could seem him but we could hear the slow thump of methodic steps and see the gleam of a flashlight. Someone had given General William’s a sidearm and she clutched it trembling. The footsteps grew louder crunching over broken glass as he slowly walked by the front of the counter. I don’t know how he didn’t see us. On my left was the General and I could see her suddenly freeze as I heard a faint hissing. The unmistakable sound of pee hitting the fabric of a pullup. The General completely wet herself unable to handle the stress of the situation. I’ll admit I dribbled a bit as well but I was starting to wonder how the hell Decorated General Fiona Williams received the Gold Juliet Medal of Competency. He finally left deciding the shop was empty enough and we collectively let out a sigh of relief that our cover wasn’t blown. She wasn’t the only one to wet herself though. Sienna and Jill both soaked themselves but with few remaining changes we mulled it over. We decided to wait to change with still quite a few hours before pickup if one of had a bowel accident we wanted to make sure we had a change available. I was glad we did because not three hours later I woke up with my insides feeling like they were on fire. My stomach churned and cramped. I couldn’t move without feeling like I was going to throw up or shit myself. All I could do was hunch over and pull my knees to my chest and hoped the feeling passed. It started as what I prayed was a bit of gas that would make me feel better. It wasn’t just gas and I think I knew that but at that point I didn’t care. I pushed and it came rushing out of me. It was horrible, the watery diarrhea immediately filled my pullup with a soupy muck not to mention overflowing the leg guards and staining my pants badly. Somewhere in the throes of my repulsive bowel movement my overfull bladder decided I hadn’t had enough humiliation and decided to leave me sitting in a hot puddle of pee and liquid poop. I even started sniffling trying my best not to cry. I’m just glad Lynch was still on watch. He helped me up and carried me to the backroom so my pants would get even more stained though after two blowouts they were ruined. He was a little disapproving that I’d had two complete accidents but I can’t really blame him. I should have done better, I was disappointed with myself but soon enough I was clean again although I didn’t really want to put my pants back on. They were starting to smell of poop but I didn’t really have a choice. That’s all that happened to me although the next morning we got a message from hq saying to be ready for extraction. We were all up and a small line had formed for the bathroom and General Williams was at the end of the line. She was still wearing her pissy pullup from the previous night. I guess she just couldn’t hold it long enough to make it and I watched her clutch her stomach and hunch over slightly when it happened. There’s a sound that it makes and I don’t know how to describe it but it’s like a wet popping… or a crackling… I don’t know really but that’s the sound you make when you poop yourself and for her it was no different. I could see the seat of her pants stretched tautly against the padding of her wet pullup puff out slowly. She quivered and clenched her fists before it looked like she pushed. I don’t know but a moment later she was standing normally if not red in the face from having done her business in her pants again. Joshua laughed noticing what she was doing which earned him a stern glare. Now that she wasn’t freaking out though she insisted on changing herself and stormed off to the backroom where we had been disposing of our used undergarments. Just like that an armored convoy picked us up just like they said and we were whisked back to base. What a way to come back to deployment. July 27th Yesterday was an offday because of what we went through. Mostly just hanging out getting checked up by the base medical staff to ensure we were ok. General Williams was nowhere to be seen though, I knew she was still on base. I think she just wanted a day to recover and hide out in her quarters but what do I know. Anyway, the whole squad got called out to the training grounds and to my surprise she was waiting for us there with a sharp scowl on her face. She began going on about how we were rusty, we should have intercepted her capture sooner all sorts of nonsense. I mean we saved her the least we could have gotten was a thank you but she just lectured us for a good while before blowing the whistle that was around her neck leading us into drills mercilessly. I was glad to be wearing protection as the sudden loud noise made me pee a little bit soon that was the least of my worries. She was a real slave driver but it quickly became clear she was going hardest on Burton. My hero, my idol turned out to be a petulant vindictive child. It sucked but it really got me thinking if I’d been harder on some especially those in my squad because they were just following orders, trying to help me even if at the time I didn’t want it. The extended vigorous drills resulted in several leaking and messy diapers that direly needed changing. Given what she’d done the previous day I thought she would have been a bit more sympathetic. Jill, Sienna and Astrid had all messed themselves and were having a hell of a time keeping up. I had avoided emptying my bowels narrowly a few times along with Valerie but after most of the morning I was utterly soaked. Every so often I could feel dribbles of piss running down my legs but still we weren’t allowed to change despite my protests. I even quoted standard allotted changing time and the maximum time a female can be kept from changing after soiling herself but she ignored me. Mercifully our drills were cut short when a nearby construction crew fired up their equipment. They were repairing the damage done to perimeter defenses. The sudden noise of the extremely loud equipment startled the lot of us. Valerie completely lost it and the small damp half-moon crescent stains on her pants quickly spread down her legs as her bladder let go while she simultaneously vacated her bowels. I only wet myself! I mean it’s still humiliating to feel the warmth of your own piss running down your legs because your pullup is too soaked to absorb anything more but I didn’t poop my pants like everyone else even General Williams! Like I was saying “training” was cut short because I think she shit herself when she was startled, serves her right for working us like dogs. She didn’t admit anything but I could tell, we all could. The blush on her face the slightly awkward stance post facto we knew and I couldn’t help but smirk she was standing with full pants and I had only wet myself. She quickly made up some excuse and walked off doing the “I’m pretending there’s nothing wrong and I haven’t pooped my pants” walk. We were exhausted by that point and stumbled back to quarters. Poor Astrid and Jill had a hell of a diaper rash from that but fortunately we didn’t see any more of her that day. July 28th We had a patrol scheduled today looked pretty routine but I got a request to report to a council hearing. I was a bit puzzled as they usually tended to disciplinary action. I hadn’t even had breakfast yet but I dragged myself out of bed and threw on clothes. It was a short trudge across base and I couldn’t help but feel it had something to do with General Williams. When I entered the room it was quickly made clear. Corporal Burton was there at one desk and across the other room a rather irritated General Fiona J Williams. As his superior officer I was called in to corroborate his accusations against the general as such issues as abuse of rank wasn’t to be taken lightly. He had reported her for unfairly punishing the squad for what was in her eyes a less than acceptable performance. Not only that but she was singling him out for the discipline he gave her when he had been forced to change her into a diaper in the field. Retaliating against a subordinate officer for suspending the chain of command during a bout of female incontinence is strictly against policy and if found guilty she’d be in a fair bit of trouble. The proceedings started like any other, I’d been part of a few before, harassment, subpar performance and a few others. In a strange twist of fight I now found myself backing up Burton’s stories condemning the actions of the woman who I had modeled my entire military career after. The longer the case went on the clearer it became that General William’s hadn’t acted appropriately. I was watching for most of the time I guess out of morbid curiosity. I watched her expression change from when I arrived aloof irritation, to finish wide eyed apprehension. Just like that the gavel banged and the council decision was announced. “Conduct unbecoming an officer in her position.” As well as “Unfair treatment of a subordinate for acts performed in the line of duty.” The council talked amongst themselves of which I caught bits and pieces before addressing the three of us once again. The lecture they gave her was harsh but from the sounds of it well deserved. It wasn’t the first time she had the accusations brought against her but this was the first time there was enough evidence to actually enforce a punishment. After the stern lecture about treating someone with respect especially once they’ve changed your soiled undergarments for you they finally got to her punishment. She was blushing fiercely as they reminded her of her lack of control and even I recalled my little outburst the other day on patrol in the MRAP and blushed. “General Fiona J Williams, for your less than satisfactory behavior regarding Corporal Burton using his right to suspend the chain of command to deal with an extreme bout of your own incontinence. For the rest of your stay on base you will be required to wear maximum protection undergarments. During the first week the latrine is off limit and you will report to Corporal Burton for any change that is required. If he reports a change in your attitude we will consider how the remainder of your punishment will go, dismissed.” She looked understandably horrified and tried to protest earning only silent glares from the council. Jack couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the outcome but I don’t think he really knew what he was getting into. Nobody really liked maximum protection garments. As bad as standard issue was at least they were the pullup kind. They crinkled loudly, they were thick, plasticy, uncomfortable and obvious under your pants. For a competency medal winner it was the ultimate step backwards. The three of us departed and I had little desire to watch him force her into a diaper. I also had to deal with my currently soaked pullup. I didn’t get a chance to go in the morning after I dressed and well the sudden bang of the gavel made me spring a leak. I didn’t want to react obviously in the meeting so I just kind of let it happen. I tried to stop it but without hunching over and jamming my hands between my legs I couldn’t keep from wetting myself. I’m just glad it didn’t leak all over the chair in there. The soggy padding hugging my hips was at least warm which made the walk back a bit more bearable. July 28th Cross Referenced Journal entry from Corporal Jack Burton I couldn’t help but smirk a little at the outcome. I mean she deserved every bit of it. She had no right to treat us the way she did because she was embarrassed she’d acted like a toddler in front of us. I was just following the rules and what did I get, whispered threats every time I passed her and merciless drills. When her punishment came out I wasn’t exactly sure how to feel. I didn’t join the Rangers to just change shitty diapers but oh well, the sheepish look on the face of a general was worth it. She had lost all of her bluster when we left. Killian left just the two of us and I escorted her to the medical wing to pickup her new “underwear” Opening a pack I pulled one out with a chuckle and motioned for her to get up on the bed so I could change her. She opened her mouth to speak but just kind of froze. I could tell she wanted to slap me or curse at me but instead what came out was a mewling request to use the restroom before she was confined to wearing her restroom. I guess she normally did her business in the morning and rules were rules so I told her to just use her pants and I’d clean her up. If looks could kill I would have been incinerated on the spot. I just stood and waited for her to decide. Wasting a perfectly good diaper didn’t make any sense, at least I gave her the chance to get cleaned up as soon as she did it. She snapped at me and angrily spat back “Fine” realizing she had little choice before she started taking off her boots. For a woman who didn’t have any problem using her pants as a bathroom in the heat of combat watching her intentionally trying to soil herself was extremely amusing. She squirmed and wriggled and clenched her fists scrunching her face even grunt a few times before it finally happened. It started as a faint blossoming wetness which soon spread down the legs of her pants discoloring the fabric before splashing onto the floor puddling at her feet. Her relief and humiliation was palpable as she emptied her bowels as well. She still had her eyes shut tightly as the seat of her pants started to sag as a doughy mass slowly settled into her panties with a wet crackling noise. Once she started it didn’t take her long to finish and soon enough she was done. With a small grunt she finished pushing and stood awkwardly in front of my once again in very full pants. The whole room smelt of her “accident” and she glared at me blushing hotly. Never have I met another woman who could be so humiliated but still melt you with an angry glare at the same time. I don’t know what she was thinking but the next act was just so childish I wasn’t going to let her get away with it. She removed her pants once again exposing a lovely set of silken underpants now heavily soiled barely containing her feces within and sort of hopped on the table deliberately sitting in it. She purposefully attempted to make my job less pleasant by sitting in her own shit and then demanded I clean her up. I snapped at her when she did that calling her a petulant child and a whole slew of other things. When it became clear however I wasn’t going to clean her up before I put her in a diaper she quickly realized the error of her ways. I put the diaper on over her messy panties knowing that pair would need to be thrown away. She pleaded with me to change her first but I knew if I caved she’d walk all over me for the rest of her discipline. She may be a general but I’m not going to make exceptions just for her rank. I told her to come find me when her diaper needed changing and left after calling out to the nurse telling her that the general had a bit of an accident in her pants and needed a new pair. July28th cross referenced diary entry from General Fiona J Williams That irritating, crass, crude, insufferable corporal; How could they rule in his favor?! I am a General! I’m going to record every single thing he does and get him discharged once this is all over with. He made me… soil myself and then just put the diaper over my panties. Guidelines clearly state that underwear is not allowed to be worn over or under protective garments. He also intentionally called out to that nurse saying I’d had an accident and intentional humiliation of a superior officer for the condition of her fatigues is also against guidelines! The smirking look that nurse gave me when she took away my wet pants… I need to remember to get her name and report her too. Only one more week of reporting to him… I can do this. Uhg I still haven’t gotten that change from him but I really don’t want to see his face anymore. Everytime I sit or move around I can feel my own waste pressing against me and the panties just make it worse… damnit I liked this pair too but now they’re beyond ruined. I want the cost of these panties deducted from his pay!
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  10. September 18th, 2009: A diary? That’s my mom’s big surprise? A stupid diary? How’s that supposed to make me feel better about everyone leaving me behind? She says she’s tired of me moping around the house and being all depressed. Well of course I’m depressed! I’m ten years old now, I should have been there with my friends getting my first Pokémon and leaving home. Instead I’m stuck at home with my mom who’s been asking me every hour “how I’m feeling?” How do you think I’m feeling?! I’m PISSED! I’ve never been so frustrated in all my ten years of living! Instead I always reply with “fine.” What else can I say? That I’m hurt that all my so called “friends” got up and left without even glancing back? If I ever tried to put my feeling into words, I don’t think I’d ever stop crying. So she gave me this diary to “let it all out” and that bottling my feelings would only make things worse in the long run. What am I even supposed to write in this anyway? October 19th, 2009: I woke up with a wet bed again. That’s the second time this week. I feel so weak and sick to my stomach, not to mention embarrassed. Mom keeps telling me not to worry and that she knows it’s not my fault. She says when I’m feeling better she’s going to take me to the store and see what we can do about it. I’ve seen every Dr. in Pallet town, (well a pretty easy feat considering there’s only one) I don’t know what she expects to find at the store to make me stop having seizures. October 19th (again) : I’ve never been so humiliated in my life! She wasn’t taking me to the store to look for something to help me with my seizures, she was taking me to the store to buy diapers! She keeps telling me they’re not diapers, they’re good nights and that I only have to wear them to bed. You know what she did then? She took one out and HELD IT UP TO MY WAIST! In front of God and everyone else in that store. I could have sworn I heard people laughing. Then she has the nerve to go “hmm, I can’t tell if these will fit or not, maybe if I had you take off your pants.” That time I knew people were laughing. By this time all this talk of “wetting” and “accidents” was making me have to pee so I told her I was going to the bathroom and I’d be back. Instead of waiting for me, she follows me into the bathroom. It was a three stall bathroom so I’m like fine whatever figuring she had to go too. I’m about to walk in a stall but then she stops me and that’s when I notice she still had the diaper with her! “Please try it on?” she asked me. Normally I’d fight her with every fiber in my being, but after having had a seizure the night before I was totally wiped out already from this little excursion. I really wanted to just get this over with and go home. I reluctantly agreed and changed in the stall. She told me to come out so she could see how it fit. I told her it was fine but she made me come out anyway. I grumbled a bit as I came out of the stall and said, “See, it fits” and turned to walk back into the stall since I still had to pee, but now twice as bad. She told me to come back and started playing with the waist band as I danced in place a bit. “Mom, are you almost done? I really gotta go.” I said as the urge intensified even more. She said she was almost done as she started checking the leg holes, but then told me to stand still. I did as she said, but my body was just too weak to hold it back anymore as my bladder gave up and started emptying itself into the diaper. My mom could hear the hissing and saw the diaper suddenly start expanding. “Emily. . . “She said sounding concerned as tears started rolling down my face. “Oh, Emily it’s ok.” She said as she wrapped me in a hug while I started crying into her chest as I continued to wet the diaper uncontrollably like a baby. She continued to hold me as she waited for me to finish before inspecting the now soggy diaper. “Good, no leaks. These will do quite nicely. Go ahead and change back while I go pay for these.” She said and thanked me for my cooperation. October 19th (ONCE AGAIN) I can’t believe what she’s making me do. Not only do I have to wear these stupid things at night but now she’s making me wear them during the day too! She told me she understands that what happened was because of my weakened state and that it would stay between the two of us. I pointed out that it only happened because she wouldn’t let me go. She then apologized for that but followed it up with the fact that the point “when I realized I had to go” and” when I had the accident” were too close together to be normal. At least she’s only making me wear it on the days I wet the bed, since those are the days I feel the worst. It’s not like I have to USE them or anything, thankfully they’re kind of like a thicker version of pull-ups so I can just pull them up and down whenever I need to go. She said they’re there for any reason I couldn’t make it in time. I don’t see that being a problem, this was definitely just a onetime thing. October 20th Woke up totally dry so my mom said I could take this thing off now. Feels so good to be back in regular underwear although I do kind of miss the puffiness. Tried to sit down at the kitchen table for breakfast but let myself drop too high up from the seat and hurt my butt when I landed. Mom laughed at me while I was having to massage my sore backside. It was fun to do that in the pull-up but I have to remember I can’t do that in normal panties. November 3rd I keep hearing weird noises at night while I’m trying to sleep. I’ve asked mom to check it out several times but she keeps telling me it’s my Pull-up crinkling. Even when I’m lying still, really mom? November 18th Ok now I know this is seriously not my imagination. I heard the same noise in the kitchen, even mom heard it this time. Now I KNOW it’s not my pull-up, I secretly stopped wearing them a week ago. Sure they’re comfy, but I’m not like some baby who needs them. Mom said the noise was probably from the refrigerator. I didn’t realize the refrigerator squeaked. November 22nd No! No! No! I wet the bed again! I was doing so well! I realized while I tried to stand up that I felt exactly like the pile of mouse droppings I had just stepped in and fell to the floor. I awoke three hours later to find myself lying in my mom’s bed with a cool wet washcloth on my forehead. I shifted my weight and realized I was wearing a pull-up and a wet one at that. Mom came in and saw that I was awake and came to my side. She asked me how I was feeling and I replied “wet.” She pulled back the cover and stuck a finger through the leg hole; something I would have normally kicked at her for if I had been feeling better. She left the room and came back a minute later carrying a few things. She laid out a towel on her bed then came and placed one arm behind my shoulders and the other under my knees and lifted me into the air and set me back down on the towel. “Don’t have to” I weakly mumbled. “I can…” but trailed off due to lack of energy. She told me to just relax as she removed the wet pull-up but stopped when I winced in pain as it came into contact with the back of my right leg. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “Leg hurts” I mumbled. She rolled me onto my side and took a look. “Yikes.” She said as she looked at the bite marks on my leg. “Those weren’t there before. Hold on I’m going to take some pictures”. I saw a few flashes then mom showed me the pictures. The back of my leg was swollen along with five or six red and purplish teeth marks. Mom then very carefully slid off the wet pull-up and cleaned me up with some wet wipes while I blushed deeply. She then slid on a new one and told me for the time being not to get up, if I had to go I was to just go ahead and use the pull-up. I cringed at the thought, even if I was sick there’s was no way I’d purposefully use this thing. “Don’t worry about it” She said as she handed me a pillow and covered me back up with a blanket. The last thing I remembered was her telling me to stay on the towel so that way the next time, she could change me where I was. “No next time.” I mumbled into the pillow before drifting off to sleep. I woke up about four hours later to the worst stomach cramps of my life. I knew I only had minutes before I lost control and there was NO WAY I was going to have this kind of accident. I tossed the blanket off so I could get up but when I moved a sharp pain shot up my leg. “Mom!” I yelled in a panic. “Mom!” Surely she didn’t intend for me to GO in the pull-up. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” she asked as she came in. “Please, help me.” I begged clutching my stomach. “Need to go.” “What’s wrong?” she asked not seeing the problem. “Are you having trouble going?” “No, I need to go really badly.” I said, doing everything in my power not to mess myself. Wait did she ask if I was having TROUBLE going? She can’t possibly expect me to use this in that way? “We talked about this earlier, don’t you remember? Go ahead and use your diaper and I’ll change you when you’re done. You’re in no shape to get up.” “Diaper?” I asked looking down and realized I was no longer in a pull-up, but in a full on adult diaper. “What?” I asked. “I went out and bought them while you were asleep so they wouldn’t hurt your leg, and I’m glad I did. You’ve been having some intestinal trouble.” “What gave it away?” I asked sarcastically hoping I could somehow convince her to carry me to the bathroom. “Wait . . . have been?” Instead of answering my question she gently pushed me back down onto my pillow knowing I was at my limit and sat on the edge of the bed. “Just go sweetie, you’ll feel a lot better.” “No!” I cried as another painful cramp hit causing me to curl in a ball. “I don’t want you to have to change me.” “Honey, don’t worry about that.” She said as she began stroking my hair as sweat began to run down my face from the efforts of trying to hold it in. “You’ve had diarrhea most of the day. You’ve already messed and been changed a few times in your sleep.” She admitted as if that would make me feel better about consciously letting go. She removed her hand from my head and pried me out of my human ball so that I now laid on my side facing her. “Don’t fight it anymore.” She said as she began rubbing my tummy making me relax. “No,” I whined and started crying as I lost the last bit of strength I had as I began heavily messing myself. “Shh, there you go, let it all out.” She encouraged softly, continuing to rub my stomach. With my eyes shut tight I continued crying, but obeyed as I noisily pushed out the rest, knowing there was no real point in fighting it anymore. I had already messed, so I figured the more I got out now the less I’d have to deal with later. After what felt like an eternity (10 minutes) all was quiet except for my pitiful wails of humiliation and my mother’s attempts of cheering me up with “See, that wasn’t so bad” and “Don’t you feel better now?” “Do you think you’re done or should I wait a few more minutes before changing you?” “I’m done.” I said into my pillow more than ready to get out of this disgusting thing. “Before I change you, I want you to try going pee, ok?” I didn’t respond but pulled the blanket over my head before emptying my bladder as requested and felt it mixing with the mush below. “Emily?” I raised my pointer finger out of the blanket letting her know I needed a minute before giving the thumbs up signal when I was done. “Did you go pee?” she asked bluntly, making my face blush under the blanket. I flashed the thumbs up signal again. “Alright, thank you for being so co-operative. Now let me get you out of that and I promise you’ll feel better.” I uncovered my head and nodded as I felt the last of my strength leave me and I drifted back to sleep, only awakening a few times at my mom’s insistence that I keep drinking water.
  11. Hi! So after the hold I did tuesday (and posted about on here) I have been 'treating' myself to being diapered 24/7. Since normal diapers are a bit too thick to wear to work I tried out DryNites, Goodnites, Depends FitFlex, and all of them resulted in me having to run to the bathroom to change because I was leaking several times throughout the day, which is really embarrassing for me. So yesterday (friday) I decided 'what the hell' and went all in, wearing an Abena abriform m4 to work. To help disguise it, I wore a pair of tightish panties over the top, a pair of skinny jeans I have that are a bit loose around the hips, and then a long shirt which mostly muffled the sound and made it so, while dry, the diaper itself wasn't really noticeable while I was walking around. Throughout the day I went through my usual routine, 2 coffees and green tea for the day, and just wet freely, keeping myself relaxed so I didn't have to think about peeing, it just happened. It was actually pretty relaxing, enjoying the warm gentle pressure of the wet diaper around me, and a bit of a stress release to have that as something to distract me from the work a bit, enjoying the feeling whenever my bladder built up just enough pressure to escape and rewarm my already cozy (though soggy) seat. I work 9-5 and before 4pm I was soaked, but I haven't really ever leaked in an m4 unless I was doing something extreme, so I figured i would be good for the day, and continued my routine, drinking and going freely. It wasn't till around 4:45 that I realized I was in trouble, I leaned over to the side of my chair to get something out of my filing cabinet and as soon as I did my butt felt cold, immediately informing me that at some point I had started leaking without knowing, and with 15 minutes left in the day, and me still being fairly new to the job, I didn't want to make it look like I was just putting off work and doing whatever for the last 15 minutes, so I gently leaned back upright and continued to work hoping the damage wasn't too bad. When I was sure I was clear I reached my hand down and slid it under myself to check for leaks, not really able to tell if it was bad or not. Finally 5 rolled around and I carefully stood up, making sure to keep my back towards the wall as I put on my jacket and grabbed my purse, even striking up a conversation as I was leaving to have an excuse to face the room as I exited it. Finally clear of my coworkers and out in the main hall, i scooted to the restroom to check the damage. Luckily it wasn't as bad as I feared, but it was enough that anyone looking at my bum would definitely notice, and also with how thick the diaper had become, it was very obviously showing it's presence through my jeans. I stopped and took a few pictures before going into a stall and changing out of it, replacing it with a depends pullup I had stashed in my purse, I wrapped up the diaper in a plastic bag that I brought with me for this event, but amusingly the lines on the abena showed right through, making it pretty obvious what it was (so now the people who empty the trash in the ladies bathroom know I wear, since I am the only female on that floor). Anyway I pulled my shirt down as best I could and quickly walked out of the building, hoping no one noticed my butt, and drove home as normal. I didn't get caught, but this was the closest I have been as all my previous leaks have been super small and could have been explained by almost anything, so it was a bit exciting :) Also I attached the photos I took in the bathroom, but they are kinda potato quality because I was in a rush to take them, in the off chance someone came upstairs to use the restroom I was in (there isn't enough room to take pics in the stalls so I was in the open area in front of the sinks). So enjoy pics of my leaky but, lol
  12. This short scene is from a show called "Younger" on Amazon Prime Video. Season 7, Episode 6 - "The F Word". Scene happens 20 minutes into the episode. There's a scene a little bit before this one where the girl finds a diaper bag in her boyfriends apartment and doesn't know that he has a baby, which leads to this scene where she puts on the diaper thinking he had a fetish for it. Obviously it doesn't really make sense because a baby diaper wouldn't be that big on her, so its clearly an adult diaper. Anyway, I enjoyed it! There's also a scene a few minutes later in this episode where she says she's not ready for this kind of relationship, but she asks to hang onto the diaper because she thought it was sexy and she also has a 16 hour flight in a few days. 😍 I hope you all enjoy. Diaper scene from Amazon show Younger (S07E06).mp4
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  14. It was some time in early June at the Ship Island Camp. Campers and their parents showed up in droves, disembarking from the ferry with heavy backpacks, sleeping bags, and bedrolls. They chattered with each other as they made their way towards the gate, which was wide open and decorated with a welcoming array of balloons and streamers. Most of the campers were teens, about 16 to 18 years old. Shayla was on the older side of this spectrum, at 18 years old. She looked around for familiar faces, hoping to see someone she had met from the prior years of her attendance. The entrance had a long line, filled with campers looking to get themselves checked in and pack away their things. At the end of the line, counselors stood in groups, where campers were directed to head to their respective cabins together. Shayla diligently waited with her mother in line, sipping from her thermos of ice cold water. She eagerly awaited to be put into a cabin, ideally with one of her long-time friends. Her mother asked her "Do you have everything?" Shayla nodded, mentally going through a checklist of her items. Hairbrush, mosquito spray, pillow, sleeping bag... It seemed as though she had everything. "I think I have everything, mom.", she said. Her mom reiterated, asking again "You have all of your things?" Shayla blushed at the question, but remembered that she had packed them. "Yes, I have them." They were always referred to indirectly, in some way or another. Most often they were her simply her "things". But when more clarity was needed, they were her "night-time underwear", her "just-in-case panties", or, at most, her "pull-ups". But they were never referred to as they actually where, how Shayla really thought of them: her diapers. Shayla felt that the subtle differences between these terms were all but irrelevant: they were padded underwear that absorbed her pee. Shayla had stopped wetting her bed when she was ten years old. Or so she thought, until she mysteriously began waking up to that familiar wetness in her bedding, pajamas, and panties. And just as soon as her parents knew that these accidents weren't flukes, the plastic sheet came out of the closet. And with it came the diapers. At first she cursed at her inability to hold herself in her sleep, but eventually came to begrudgingly accept her reality. Even in her long stretches of blissful night-time dryness, Shayla had always been accident-prone. She couldn't always hold it, and she often overestimated her bladder control. She had accidents only sometimes though, and mostly just small ones that were easy enough to clean. As the line further advanced, Shayla realized that she should begin seeking out the bathroom. Nevertheless, the line advanced slowly. Eventually, she made it to the front, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Her mother resisted asking her if she needed to pee, figuring that it would be embarrassing. After checking in, Shayla walked towards the wide circle of counselors. An assistant smiled and pointed her to her cabin: "You will be in the whitewater cabin, it's over there." Shayla walked in the indicated direction, but noticed one of her friends along the way. "Hi Amanda!", she smiled and waved. "Hi Shayla, what cabin are you in?" Shayla replied "Whitewater cabin." Amanda replied "Oh, never been in that one." Shayla walked up to her own cabin, becoming more aware of her need to pee. She knew where the bathrooms where, but they were far away and she still needed to put away her stuff. Her counselor cheerily introduced herself as Shayla approached and set her stuff down. "Hello there, welcome to Whitewater Cabin! My name is Fern." She extended her hand. Shayla replied in turn by introducing herself. Fern looked around at her cabin. There were only four other girls there (usually either per cabin) and no one that Shayla personally knew. Fern gazed at her clipboard and performed a mental head count of who all was there. "OK, I think that's everyone. Are we ready to go?" Shayla thought to herself Yeah I'm ready to go. To go directly in my pants. Everyone generally seemed to agree and they prepared to embark. Shayla quickly lifted her heavy backpack, which sent a wave of desperation through her. She even lost control for a second, resulting in a few drops of pee in her panties. After regaining control, she followed the others to Whitewater Cabin. The walk was mostly in silence, as they would be expected to introduce themselves later. Shayla knew this was for the best, each step proved more difficult for the last as her bladder pleaded for release. The girls finally got to their cabin. In mechanical fashion, bedrolls were unfurled, sleeping bags were placed, and bags were stashed in their respective places. Shayla noticed that this cabin lacked the traditional, old mattresses that other cabins had. This one had new ones, with a thick plastic outside. It reminded her of her mattress at home. Shayla had been careful to hide her embarrassing secret beneath a thick block of strategically-placed underwear, socks, and shirts. Shayla always packed spare underwear with her, just in case something happened. Just in case something was about to happen. As the parents filtered out and said their goodbyes, the girls turned to each other and to Fern. "Alright everyone," Fern said, "welcome to your new home for the next two weeks." Fern looked awkwardly around. She had a cute smile, and seemed to be kind of shy. "Does anyone know why you're in this specific cabin?" Shayla had already been putting the pieces together, but Fern's question made it immediately clear: This wasn't Whitewater Cabin. This was Yellowwater Cabin. Shayla, still desperately needing to pee, crossed her legs silently as she sat on her bunk. Maybe only she knew, maybe everyone knew, but Shayla wasn't about to share her secret to four strangers. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea. Only the faint sound of Shayla's bouncing, crossed, leg could be heard. Finally, Fern broke the silence. "You're all here because your parents indicated that you might sometimes have night-time accidents." The room became even more still and silent as each camper's worst nightmare was realized. "Now, don't you girls worry about a thing. The thought behind this cabin was that you all have the same problems, and you all know how best to deal with them. You have everything you need: protected sheets, cleaning stuff, and the first shower of the day." Fern continued explaining that it's OK to have accidents sometimes The shower part sounded nice, Shayla thought, since the showers were usually cold by the time she could get to them. She thought about that warm shower, about standing in the warm water, about it flowing down her back and legs... Shayla snapped out of her daydream abruptly when she caught another small leak go into her panties. Not now she thought, as she summoned more strength to hold on. Not immediately after everyone here knows I'm a bedwetter. But it was little use. Fern was not done talking, and she didn't want to be rude. Periodically, little dribbles of pee escaped. Shayla felt lucky to be on a protected mattress. Shayla continued to listen to Fern's speech, eagerly waiting for it to end. Part of her wished she had a diaper on right now, just so she could take care of it.
  15. I was really, really bored at work today. Lacking better ideas, decided to get around to writing a story I recently drummed up. Fun fact, the title stems back all the way to an idea I had cooked up easily a decade ago, but never did anything with. Whatever, but it's my first story here so thought I shared, hope it's enjoyable. Might write more later, might not - forewarning, this was stream-of-consciousness over the course of a workday afternoon, so I apologize if there's any obvious errors/mistakes. Without further ado, enjoy! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 1 - Meeting My New Mommy! Johnny was twenty years old, and he'd reached what felt like the most important (and strange) decision of his life: he was going to be a kid again. He was set to receive a rather sizable inheritance when he turned twenty-one, enough to set him well for his foreseeable life, as far as he could tell. However, he had to fend for himself until then, and without much luck getting a job that was going to be very difficult. Getting lower and lower on cash every day and with the only apartments he could find being obscenely overpriced, he was running out of ideas. That was when he'd found "Imagine That Care Services", while browsing the web and, lacking better plans, decided to click. No harm in checking, right? The site that greeted him was cutesy, with pastel pink and baby blues and building blocks meeting him, but clearly formatted for adults. Reading through the description, he was shocked to learn that it was indeed a 'care service', wherein he could pay money to be adopted temporarily by a 'mommy' or 'daddy' that would take care of all his needs: food, housing, clothes, all of it would be well bargained and done, no questions asked. What's more, the price they were asking per month was less than any apartment he'd found within 100 miles. This is it, he thought. This is my chance! I can use this to wait out the rest of my time until I can cash out on the inheritance and I'm all set! A thin smile tugged at his lips, but his wariness got the better of him - surely this was too good to be true, there had to be a catch. Scrolling through, he found it, something referred to loosely as ABDL - Adult-Baby Diaper-Lover. Apparently, he was quite literally going to be treated like a child by his mommy or daddy, and his actions (and reactions) would determine how that went. In the example listed, kids who were able to use the potty and were well-behaved - a strange way to put it - would be rewarded with more freedom, and those that didn't would be treated closer to actual babies. Mommies and Daddies had complete control over things at any and all times, and there was no refunding once a timeframe was set - quite literally, it was all or nothing. Johnny weighed his options for the rest of the night, and got very little sleep in the process. He'd kept looking for other options, but there was nothing: no apartments, no jobs, no nothing. Finally, come morning, he'd made up his mind: desperate times called for desperate measures, and Johnny was indeed desperate! It's only for a year, then I can do whatever I want. Besides, it's all self-enclosed, no one's gonna know - I'll just tell my folks I got an internship or something and it was for a new company and they made me sign a non-disclosure. I'll just behave, pretend I'm livin' the old days of life and drink juiceboxes on a playground for the rest of the year. Easy. His mind made up, Johnny began writing an email to Imagine That. Their response was received promptly, and it involved a fairly straightforward set of rules for the agreement: Imagine That was its own separate 'facility' covering the size of a small town or perhaps even city, from what he could tell, so anyone he met would be involved with the project or working for it, so there was no risk of his personal life being ruined elsewhere. He had access to choose a Mommy or Daddy to care for him, whom would essentially have authority over him for this process. All Mommies and Daddies were thoroughly vetted, sexual misconduct would be treated harshly, no refunds, and several other bits and bobs he didn't feel like committing to memory. He read through it all to ensure no loopholes, but really his mind was preoccupied with what he needed to do: the better he behaved and the more he listened to his 'parent', the better he'd be treated, the more freedom he'd have and the easier time he'd have, too. Scrolling through the online list, he'd decided on going for a Mommy: it'd be 'less weird' and if he was lucky she'd be really hot, too. The listed intros, pictures and bios were somewhat interesting, if keeping him a bit excited, but he tried to keep focused. Eventually, he settled for a nice-looking woman probably in her early thirties, though realistically he had no way of knowing, was terrible at guessing that kind of thing and forgot to actually look. She was quite gorgeous, flowing auburn hair and sparkling green eyes and a smile to die for. According to what the page said, she described herself as 'encouraging the best from her little ones', and that she wouldn't treat them unfairly but rewarded hard effort. It seemed like his best bet, some of the others had some rather interesting ideas about who they'd be caring for. Do people actually like this whole baby and diaper thing? Weird. He hesitated a bit at her usage of words like 'little ones' and 'active help with potty training', but again, he saw no better options, so he went with it. Several hours later and he had his confirmation: a quick payment online and all that was left to do was show up the next day. He quickly penned a message to his family, letting them know about an exciting new internship he was starting and how he'd be out of contact for the next year while he worked there. Grinning to himself and how clever he sounded and with the prospect of easy money on his hands, he ended the day plotting how he'd play his hand for the next year. The facility itself wasn't especially marked or anything, just seemed like a large - very large - gated community and assorted buildings of sorts. It wasn't until he entered past the gate with a printed-off proof of purchase that he realized there was basically a self-serving community in here, fully self-sufficient: to an outsider, it just looked like a campus of some kind, but internally there's be practically limitless self-sustainability. He walked down a path through a dense mass of trees until he came to a building marked as 'Admissions'. Entering, he was greeted with a rather strange feeling, as it was mostly empty of newcomers this early in the day and the desk lady looked like she was literally running a kindergarten, exaggerated smile and speech with goofy, pastel-pink dress. Always the pastel pink, he thought to himself. "Hi!" she greeted him sweetly, and he couldn't help but smile lightly in response. "Welcome to Imagine That! How can I help you, young sir?" He handed her his information. It felt weird, not having any luggage - he almost felt like he was taking a vacation, but his instructions said no personal effects were needed, and he wouldn't have access to them for the duration of his stay. After checking things over and giving him an approval sticker to put on his shirt, she told him to sit nearby and await the arrival of his mommy, whom would help him from there. While waiting, he saw two people walking outside: a woman in adult clothes, obviously a mommy, leading a girl who looked like they were about Johnny's age by the hand quite gruffly. She was dressed in short overalls and a spotted t-shirt, with short booties that made her look like a picturesque kindergartener, and she held one hand up to her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. Johnny couldn't help but notice a wet patch in the shape of crescent moons on her butt as she walked by, and it connected the dots in his mind. Guess she's going back a grade, Johnny thought. He wanted to snicker, but couldn't avoid a growing feeling of unease. That girl looked about my age - she shouldn't have pissed her pants, unless she wanted to? But what if something happened while she was here... the thoughts increasingly worried him, and he began to wonder if he'd made a mistake coming here. But it was too late now - he'd just have to be careful. While mulling this over, he heard the door nearby and turned to look. As expected, there was his Mommy, Julia. "Hi Johnny!" She wore a somewhat normal-looking red shirt and black slacks, very businesslike, and as she approached she opened her arms up and hugged Johnny. He blushed, suddenly assaulted by perfume and the gentle touch of a woman, but timidly returned the hug all the same. It wasn't like him to submit so immediately, but everything about her seemed to scream 'mommy' to him, and he felt like a smaller child again. "Hi, Mommy," he stammered, remembering from a training packet that he should refer to his mommy or daddy like so unless told otherwise. "Ohhh, you're so cute!" she practically squealed with joy. "Alright, I'm sure you have so many questions, so let's get to it! Let's go check out your new home with me, mkay?" He nodded, at a loss for words. Gently, she took him by the hand and lead him out the side doorway further into Imagine That, thanking the desk lady by name as she did. She returned a gentle fingers-only wave to Johnny as he left, and with his free hand he did the same. It almost felt like he was leaving his adult life behind in the process, and with each passing minute Johnny felt more and more like he was back to being a kid again. Eyes on the prize, Johnny - this is the easiest, no, the only way to get your inheritance. You can do this, just play by the rules. Julia drove a maroon minivan, and when she opened up the side door for him he noticed that there was a booster seat in place of a normal seat. When he hesitated, she looked at him at first with confusion, but then realized. "What's wrong, Johnny?" "Well..." he stammered, not wanting to make a mistake early on: first impressions were important. "I-I just, didn't know I'd be in a b...a b-baby seat, already." Julia looked quizzical. "It's a booster seat, not quite the same." She patted its soft seat as if to prove a point. "So, you think you're a big kid, then?" "Uh-huh!" he nodded up and down enthusiastically, not wanting to press her buttons. Keep it cool, keep it cutesy: show her, don't just tell her. I'm not like that girl at the admissions booth, but can't be too mature either. "I'm a big kid!" Julia beamed. "Okie! If you say so." She patted the seat again. "Alright, well even big kids can use a booster seat to be safe, you know. Let's just use it for now, and you can use a normal seat later, mkay?" Not wanting to press his luck any farther, Johnny acceded, clambering up into the van. He felt Julia's hand on his bum, politely pushing him up and towards the seat as if he needed assistance. "Up you go, mister," she cooed, and he plopped down on the seat. He was about to buckle himself in when he realized her hands were in the way and already doing it for him. He stopped, as much from surprise as submission, and watched as she buckled up the belt between his crotch and down his shoulders and chest. It was a three-point seatbelt, and his feeling of childishness increased. Still, it was only temporary, so he let it go. A few minutes later and they were carefully driving down the road, somewhat open country territory with a small town nearby. To the left, Johnny recognized what must have been a park, though it was too far away to see much detail. Some soft music played from the radio, and Johnny decided to ask his questions. "So, um, Julia-" "Oh, you can just call me 'Mommy', sweetie," Julia assured him from the driver's seat. "Okay, Mommy," he fumbled the words, then continued. "So, do we live with anyone else?" "Not yet," Julia admitted. "Right now, you're my only little one! But maybe one day you'll get a brother or sister to live with us, won't that be fun?" He thought about it, and the answer was no. That'd be embarrassing, especially if they were all babyish and whatever. What if Mommy made him change their diapers? Ew. "Yeah, that'd be kinda cool," he lied. "What about you, do you have any friends here?" "Yeah! My friend Debbie has a really nice pair of girls, maybe we can say hi to them at the park later? I'm sure they'd love to meet you." "Are they about my age?" "Hmm..." Julia seemed to think on this for a few seconds. "Well, Alice is the older sister, and she's almost potty-trained, so she'd be about your age, I think. The little sister, Lily, is about the same age but she's still having some trouble with the toilet, so she still has to wear diapers. But they'd both be fun to play with, they'd really like to meet you!" "Sure!" John blurted, still processing this information. They sound...young. But they're my age? "But, I'm a big kid, I'm potty trained." He felt weird saying such childish words, but his options were limited. Julia seemed like this held importance, so saying such things - no matter how repetitively - would surely yield results. "Okie," she said again. "But don't feel like you have to push yourself too hard, okay? Mommy will help make sure you're doing your best." She doesn't believe me? Johnny frowned. "You'll see!" He did his best to do a pouty, bratty voice. Make it believable, you're a kid again. "I don't need to wear stupid diapers like some of the kids around here..." This elicited a long series of giggles from Julia. "Okie, Johnny," she finally said with a knowing tone. Johnny couldn't figure it out, but it wouldn't be easy to convince his Mommy until he proved it. But, the only way to do that would be to just not pee his pants like that girl earlier. ...that should be pretty straightforward. Just use the bathroom like a normal kid would, tug her shirt and ask if you can go potty. Easy. He'd seen plenty of kids do it before all over, heck he kinda remembered those days. Wasn't a big deal, just do the same here until she was 'sure' he could do it on his own. Would be done by the time the week was out. They drove in silence for a few more minutes before reaching a suburb, and somewhat down the line they pulled into a normal-looking house. The garage door opened as they approached, and the minivan fit neatly inside. Once the door was shut and the vehicle had shut off, his mommy unbuckled and stepped out, opening the side door for him. He was tempted to try and remove his own belt, but remembered their earlier mix, so he just sat there and waited for her to come around, unbuckle his straps and help him step out and into the garage. It was somewhat plain, nothing major stored around, no smell of grease or oil anywhere. She simply lead him up the couple short stairs and into his new home: their home. Chapter 2 - At the Park for Potty Time The house was clean, almost immaculate. The carpets were fluffy, the white walls were pristine and a gentle bleeze blew sweetly through the house from ceiling fans suspended high above the living room. "Alrighty, so this is home!" Julia was enthralled at just about everything, it seemed: everything was exciting, made her happy, on and on it went, no matter what she did. She was...well, she was like a mommy, plain and simple. It began to occur to Johnny that she was doing it for his sake, but he tried not to bite the bait. Remember, this is just a placeholder for the year: you don't need to go all the way, just behave and be good in her eyes and this will be smooth. "Where's my room," he started. "-Mommy?" he quickly added. "Oh! Almost forgot," she started quickly to the other side of the living room. "Right in here!" It was a short hallway, on the right was a door that lead into his room. He felt his eyes widen in disbelief as he did. It was a nursery: it was that sickly, baby-pink he'd seen everywhere on the walls and wallpaper, though the walls themselves were white. There were a few teddy bears in one corner, a rocking horse oversized so that even he could fit on it, a dresser that had babyblock stickers and silly animals on the drawers and had other babyish paraphernalia atop it, complete with a few bottles, pacifiers, bibs, bonnets and a small stack of oversized diapers. The closet in the corner was partially ajar, and inside could be seen a rather hefty surplus of babyish clothes sized for what he assumed would be himself, and more and more stacks of diapers behind them, seemingly without limit. Truly, it was as if he'd set foot into hell itself. Keep it cool, he told himself, his mind racing. She does this all the time, I'm obviously not the first and I won't be the last, so she has to stock other things as well, right? Leftovers, for future people, whatever. Doesn't have to mean it's for me, just make sure you behave! "Um, Mommy," he struggled to keep a gentle, kid-like voice as he folded his hands behind his back sheepishly. "I-I don't need..." his lips failed him, unable to mention the dreaded rest of the sentence. Julia sat down on a baby stool, gentle patting his back. "Honey, I know you say you're potty trained, and that you're a big kid and all the rest, but mommy just wants to be absolutely certain, okay?" When he didn't reply, she continued. "What if you have an accident and ruin your undies? Right now I just want to make sure you can hold your pee like a big kid, and if you can do that I promise you we'll get you a bigger-kid bed and room to use. Fair?" It was the best he was going to get - new objective, don't pee pants. Easy enough. "Okay," he croaked, nodding enthusiastically, though his face felt numb. Julia smiled before hugging him. "Let's get you dressed, then." She laid out a changing mat and ordered him to lay on his back. He felt wrong, laying there so helpless as his Mommy took off his clothes, first starting with his jeans and then his t-shirt, followed by his socks and then his underwear. He lay there, buck naked, while he heard a crinkling sound from the closet as she brought over a diaper, white with purple sides and swirls on it. She knelt back down beside him, looking bright and cheery as always. She lifted his legs up after opening up the diaper, sliding it underneath his rear end as she set him back down on it. It was soft, and he felt a mixture of comfort and horror as she adjusted the back end of it to the right fit. Settling his legs down, she folded the diaper up and over his crotch, making sure his thing was pointed downwards and the diaper fit nice and snug. It felt somewhat crowded, but was still soft enough like wearing a blanket. He resisted the urge to cry as she snugged up his - the diaper against him as tight she could without making it uncomfortable, then secured it with one tape for the left and one for the right. "There!" she admired her own handiwork, gently patting the front. "All done." Reluctantly, he looked down at the poofy white ridiculousness staring back at him. It's not for long, just do what you've done since you were like three and you'll be fine, dude, he kept telling himself. It took a few tries, but he was starting to feel more confident about it. It's like a rite of initiation at a fraternity or something, that's all - something silly to make you doubt yourself, but all you gotta do is slog on through it and on the other side you'll be rockin' it! That's all this is, just her silly version of a rite. He let her help him up to his feet, hearing the diaper crinkle as he did, contort around him as he repositioned. She walked over to the closet again, and he observed his new padded prison - it wasn't quite as large as he'd expected, though he imagined it'd stick out under his clothes really hard. Then again, most of the 'kids' here probably had the same, so he doubted they'd laugh, especially after how Julia had described those other kids her one friend had. He patted it gently, and it quietly responded with more crinkles and scrunchy sounds. He would've laughed under other circumstances - under these, anything but. When he looked up, Julia was holding something that stopped him in his tracks: that's right...they didn't have me bring any of my own clothes. She held what he could only describe as a girl's onesie, a pink horror with yellow and purple shapes on its shoulders with a matching skirt to go with. "Isn't it cute?" Julia was excited beyond words, for sure. "I made sure it's the right size and everything, you're going to look just adorable in it! Here, let's make sure it fits." "But I-" he started, but she was already hiking his arms up and she dropped the onesie down atop him, pulling it down until it reached his shoulders and making sure his arms fit through the holes. He stood there, agape and holding his arms out to his sides as she pulled it down and snapped the front and back together around his crotch, reminding him that he was wearing diapers again as it pulled everything up tight to him. He could move just fine, but where before the diaper was slightly loose it now hugged him from the bottom up like its life depended on it. He felt his lip quiver as she lifted up his feet one at a time into the skirt, then rose it up much higher than he'd expect, until she zipped it up and adjusted it to his waist for good measure. Once he was sure she was done, she stared in glee at a wall mirror he hadn't even noticed. He nervously turned to it, appalled at what he saw. He began to realize that he really looked like a toddler at this point, some dress-up doll for an adult to gawk at as 'cute' for their own gain. Julia hugged him again contentedly. "Okay kiddo, what say we go hit the park up and meet some new friends? I know Debbie's girls would just love to meet you!" "W-what? Go out to the park, in this?" Johnny couldn't believe his ears, he couldn't go out like this! Closed-off area or not, this was embarrassing beyond description. I mean, everyone else was probably much like so, but...what other choice did he have? His mommy wanted to do it, so even if he protested she'd have every right to make it so. He couldn't find words beyond his stammering to keep going, but Julia seemed to pick up on his concern. "It's okay, Johnny - I know it's all very new and weird and wonderful, but Debbie's kids are really nice, and fun: you'll get along great. As for the clothes, well, you gotta prove to me you're a big kid, remember?" She pinched his cheek lightly as he nodded. "Show me you can hold your pee like a big kid. You can do that, I'll make sure we get you all the nice big kid clothes you'll ever need. Mkay?" She checked her watch. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal - if we get back this afternoon from the park and your diaper is still dry, I'll take you out first thing tomorrow shopping and we'll call you potty trained. Deal?" She threw around the word 'potty trained' like it was some great big deal: he hadn't pissed himself since he was a kid, it wasn't going to be some enormous challenge. Why did she keep talking about it like that? Was it just part of the 'game' going around here, like it was optional if he was into that ABDL thing he kept reading about? Was this his chance to 'choose' if he was into that kind of thing? He decided it didn't matter - all he needed was to stay in Julia's good graces, obey the rules and play nice. If he did that, he'd have an easy time here and could put it behind him later. After all, what was spending a day or even a week being dressed like a toddler compared to living years on end on Easy Street? A fair trade, in his mind.. He nodded slowly, agreeing to her terms. "You'll see...I'm a big kid." He said it without enthusiasm, and when he saw she looked less convinced than usual - were such a thing possible - he added some new energy to it. "I don't need diapers! I'll be dry when we get back, I promise." She smiled. "Alright, it's a deal! Now, let mommy get her stuff around and then we'll go to the park." She kissed him on the forehead and stood up, moving about with diligence whilst humming a tune of some kind. He kept a small eye on her, adoring her for how practiced she seemed. She was slightly taller than him, and though she was quite feminine in appearance she had a rather marked strength when she'd consoled him over the course of the day. And her figure...no, he tried not to look at her like that. That was something that could get him on a one-way ticket out of here, best not to think about it like so. It took several minutes, but she seemed to pack everything she needed up and out to the car - a small cooler with drinks and snacks, a collapsible but large stroller (something he hoped they wouldn't be using), and a large bag not unlike a purse, which she seemed to put baby supplies in. He assumed these would be for her friend, given one of the girls she cared for seemed to still be - he had to remind himself he was seriously saying these words to himself - still needed to wear diapers. He grew wary, watching Julia place several diapers from his own closet as well as a spare outfit into the diaper bag, but otherwise paid it little heed. He wouldn't need it, as he would soon prove. Once all the provisions were loaded, Julia lead him back to the minivan, seated him inside, buckled him in and handed him a juice box for the ride, along with some crackers. He munched and sipped contentedly along the way, even forgetting the attire and circumstances he wore for a short while. However, by the time the few-minute drive was up. Pulling into the parking lot, there were multiple other cars present, most either minivans or SUVs of some kind, but most of the people from them seemed to already be at the playground, or walking around the circumference on a paved path. Johnny determined rather quickly that, as he'd suspected, the overwhelming majority seemed to be a mommy/daddy and their 'little ones', most of whom further were wearing childish attire, being either guided by hand, carried or wheeled about in strollers. Julia needed a little bit extra to get things ready, so he sat in his booster seat for a bit longer this time, observing the people that passed on the nearby trail. That 'kid' looked like a kindergartner, that one was babied up, that one looked almost normal aside from a puffy hip area that belied their true undergarments...finally, Julia's voice brought him back to reality as she undid his buckles. To his dismay, she had indeed fetched the stroller, and once freed of the seat she helped lift him onto it, buckling up his legs into it. He leaned back, not having much choice, and smelled the faint sickly aroma of talcum powder. It occurred to him that the diaper bag must have been right below him, and he wrinkled his nose at the thought. As she wheeled him towards the playground and the other 'mommies' nearby, he looked about for a restroom, just in case...there, there was on nearby, and a couple portapotties as well. Jackpot - I'm safe. Once they approached a bench adjacent the sandy playground, another woman slightly older than Julia - but similarly gorgeous - waved them over. "Hi Julia! Ohhhh, is this Johnny?" "MmHm!" Julia brought them to a stop and went over to hug Debbie. "He's still getting used to things, so I thought it'd help to say hi to the girls." "Oh! They'll be thrilled," Debbie waved over to a pair of girls roughly Johnny's age, one sporting a short skirt that barely draped down her thighs, the other wearing clothing not-dissimilar to his own. "Girls! Auntie Julia's here with her new little one!" The girls gave up their sandcastle and came over shyly, as Debbie introduced them. "Alice is my eldest, she's been a really big girl lately and is doing a really good job of helping her little sister, Lily! She's trying really hard to potty train like her big sister, but she'll get it soon." Debbie was enthralled with her own 'daughters', and as Julia helped him out of the stroller, he couldn't help but feel at ease. They're in the same predicament I am, nothing to be embarrassed about. Once free and on his own two feet, he waved sheepishly. "I'm Johnny," he replied quietly. "Nice to meet you." "Nice to meetchu," Lily cooed, almost babylike in voice. Johnny just smiled, pretending not to notice." "Nice to meet you too," Alice grinned. "Let's go play!" With that, she took him by the hand and lead him over to the sandbox, with Lily close behind. They mainly just enjoyed some time together, making up whatever silly things they'd do as 'young' kids again, making sandcastles and destroying them, playing tag, going up and down the slides, clambering all over the jungle gym, monkey bars, you name it. Johnny would never have admitted it, but he was really having a great time. Shortway through, he was starting to get a bit hot, but mommy Julia, in her infinite perception, noticed and brought over a nice and cold juice box. While sipping on it, she'd also tied up a baby bonnet over his head, but for what little shade it offered he couldn't really argue. To his chagrin, Julia also decide to give him a diaper check at that time, scuffing at his thighs and feeling around his behind: he assumed the reason for his skirt being run so short was to make this easier. Satisfied that he was still dry and having thoroughly embarrassed him, she gave him a soft pat to go for it. After that, it was back to playing, and before he knew it he'd completely lost track of time. As they sat up in the playground, under a shaded area by the top of the slide, just sitting around and giggling and joking around, Johnny finally asked something that'd been on his mind. "So...how long have you been here? Like, with De- your mommy, I mean?" Alice scratched her head. "A couple months. It's been really fun, mommy's really nice. She doesn't push us too hard, let's us do our own thing." She shrugged. "Pretty easy, honestly." Johnny nodded, looking at Lily close by. "So...she still wears...diapers?" Alice looked at him quizzically. "Lily? Yeah, for now. Like I said, mommy doesn't really push us too hard, so we're allowed to do potty training at our own pace. Lily still doesn't quite have a handle on it, so she still pads up most of the time. Why?" Now it was Johnny's turn to look quizzical. "It's just...I don't know, thought it was a little odd, that's all. L-like not in a bad way! Just, caught me off guard. I-I mean, you're-" he hesitated. It took a moment, but Alica looked a tad devilish. "I mean, you're still wearing diapers, aren't you?" "That's just because Jul- I mean, because mommy wants to make sure." "Make sure of what, hmm?" "...make sure that I'm potty trained. Which I am, I don't need to wear diapers, it's just so she knows for sure. Come tomorrow, I'll be nice and up and back to normal, you'll see!" Alica snorted. "Yeah okay." "What?" "Nothing, just I've met a lot of kids who say that kind of thing: most of them aren't telling the truth." She brushed the sand off of her hands for a moment. "Potty training's hard, Johnny: don't be so quick to make fun of it." Potty training...hard? Was this a joke? "So, how'd you do it?" "It's hard. Still working on it." For the first time, she lifted up her miniskirt just enough so Johnny could see, and he realized that she was wearing some kind of diaper that looked like underwear. It was padded, but significantly thinner and smaller. Come to think of it, Julia had mentioned something about pull-ups, didn't she? "But it has its benefits: I can wear big-kid clothes now, and I'm forgiven if I have an accident or two in a day, so long as I don't leak." She smiled, not in the gentle way Julia had, but in a sardonic way, as if challenging him. "I'm curious whether or not you're as big as you say." Johnny tried to put on a brave face: something about her words unsettled him. "I'm a big kid and I don't need stupid diapers: you'll see. When I go home today I'll be high and dry, and you'll still be in your training pants." Alice snorted again. "If you say so, Tinkle Trousers." Johnny was about to retort, but Lily joined in on the conversation at this point: "Johnny hafta wear diapers too?" Johnny was about to retort, but thought better of it. Lily was asking a harmless question, if he made her cry or something he'd be in for it. "No, but mommy's making me do it for now just to be safe. Johnny's a big boy, he can wear underwear." "Under-where?" Lily asked. "He means undies," Alice clarified, like this was some revelation. "Johnny says he's potty trained, that he can just wear undies. He's full of it." "Am not!" "Am too." Lily nodded. "Johnny's potty trained? Wowwwww, that's really cool! I wanna be like Johnny some day." This stopped any further bickering between Alice and Johnny, and with a pointed look of derision the two once more began a three-way game of tag. Some time later, while halfway up the stairs, Johnny paused. All the juice and water he'd drunk over the course of his playtime was starting to catch up, and he felt a small need to pee beginning to grow. "...hm? What's up?" Alice asked. After a few seconds, she began to figure it out. "Oh? Does someone need to go pee-pee?" "Ngh," Johnny grunted. "I'm okay, just gonna need to go soon." "Hope it's not too soon, got a ways in the day left, 'big boy' - you wouldn't want to pee your pants in front of Lily, would you?" "I'll be fine." He turned around and walked back to where the adults sat, Julia and Debbie having been joined by another female friend. He stood nearby, but before he could say anything hesitated - he didn't want to interrupt, but they wouldn't stop talking. Finally, he gently tugged at Julia's shirt, and she looked over immediately. "Hi honey, what's up?" Johnny suddenly felt very babyish in from of the three women, remembering what he was wearing. One hand gently played with the hem of his skirt. "I, uhm...I gotta go potty..." he whispered. "Hm?" She asked, having not quite heard him, or at least he assumed. Internally groaning, he spoke up a bit louder. "I gotta go potty." "Gotta go potty?" She looked at her watch again. "Sweetie, I thought you said you were a big kid, that you could hold it?" "I can-" "Well, you gotta hold it awhile longer, remember? You gotta show you're potty trained, gotta hold your pee like a big boy." Then need to go grew exponentially every time she said something childish and demeaning. Both his hands were now fiddling with his skirt. "But I gotta go!" he protested, his voice becoming more childish. Debbie had to put a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing, but Julia frowned. "I know, but you're never gonna be a big kid if you can't hold it. Besides, you told mommy you didn't need diapers, remember?" The bathroom was literally a stone's throw away. Couldn't she just take him there and go? "Uh-huh, bu-" he started, but she cut him off again. "So, little mister, if you want to be a big kid you need to act like a big kid." She poked him gently in his bellybutton, as if to drive a 'stern' point. "So keep that diaper dry if you wanna say you're potty trained and don't need diapers. Got it?" He was speechless. Seriously? Potty training means I gotta hold it for, what, until you say? Is there a timer? A limit? What gives? Seeing no way out, he nodded a couple times. "Good," her voice softened. "Now, run along and play with your friends, okay?" She kissed him on the forehead again, and he dejectedly walked back to the playground. Nearby, a girl was sobbing incoherently as her daddy changed her diaper on the edge of the playground, while what he could only assume was her brother stood nearby. Alice smirked as he walked by. "Better not pee your pants, big baby," she whispered. He ignored the remark - he was close to winning his bet with mommy, he just had to keep going. More playing, more running around, and Johnny was stuck with an eternal reminder that he needed to pee. Had it been a 'normal' day, he would've gone easily an hour ago, or so he reckoned. Now, he had no idea of when he'd be allowed to. Every so often, Alice would pat him on the butt and giggle and taunt him about a 'diaper check', and no amount of insisting he was try would alleviate this. He squirmed from time to time, but he still bravely held on. At one point, Lily had peed in her diaper during a particularly lively game of tag, and had had to go back to Debbie for a change. Johnny had watched it from afar, wondering if that was to be his fate. And yet, Lily seemed like it was the most normal thing in the world - she was shorter than most, and while she could 'pass' for a baby compared to the others, the fact she so willingly pissed herself and went to an adult to be changed was...hard to wrap his head around. When they'd come back, Alice had whispered in his ear, "Before you leave, your mommy's gonna have to change your diaper, pottypants." They'd continued playing, and once or twice Julia had called him over for an official diaper check, and every time he'd been dry. The other women she sat with had marveled at this, and congratulated him with words and applause when he'd been dry, each and every time. Not in a mocking way - truthfully, they were impressed. This gave him a feeling of hope, one that rapidly decayed once he tried to play further with the girls and the feeling of I need to pee returned, stronger every time. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He stood in the middle of building a sandcastle, both hands on his crotch and jumbling from side to side. "Gotta go?" Lily asked innocently. She really had no concept of having to hold, apparently. "I can hold it..." Johnny mumbled, straining. He was dimly aware of Alice smirking to herself, but otherwise ignoring him. "I'll be right back," he huffed, then danced his way over to his mommy. Once more, she talked quite fervently with her friends, and he stood to the side trying his best quite literally and figuratively to hold it in. "Mommy I really gotta go potty now!" he blurted, all shame of kidtalk out the window. She looked over at him. "Johnny, if you can't hold it like a big kid, then you're gonna have to go potty in your diaper." She said it so matter of factly Johnny could scarcely believe it. "Big kids can hold their pee. You said you can, so you need to do it. If you can't, that's okay, but then let's be honest that you aren't potty trained, okay? Then we can work on it from there." He continued squeezing, trying not to lose. He was starting to feel tears coming on from the exertion. "I dun need diapers-" he stammered, trying to keep it alive. If he could say it, surely it would remain true. Nearby, their friend started cooing. "Aww, look how cute he is, trying to hold it. He's trying really hard, Julia, but I don't think he's gonna make it. Look at him, he's potty dancing!" Julia pursed her lips. "Big boys shouldn't have to potty dance." She placed her hands on Johnny's shoulders, gentle yet firm. "I don't think you're one, Johnny. It's okay, but don't be dishonest with mommy or yourself. If you can't hold it, then it's okay to go peepee in your diaper." She talked to him like he was literally a toddler, nay, less than that...she always did, the other adults did, they literally acted like he was a child, or even a baby. It began to dawn on him that he was going to face an uphill battle through this place, much like a real child does in the real world. They weren't going to take it easy on him, he was going to have to fight really hard for it. Taking a deep breath, he forced his legs to stop quivering, slowly took his hands away from his crotch and gripped the hem of his skirt. He felt his feet fidget a little bit here and there, but otherwise stood his ground. Julia nodded, placing a hand around the edge of his diaper to check it for wetness: satisfied, she nodded again, reaching into her purse nearby. "I'll hold it like a big boy, Mommy, I'll be dry. I can-" he felt something enter his mouth as her hand moved with practiced swiftness. "I'm sure you will, honey." She smiled gently, then went back to conversing with her friends. It took several moments to realize she'd slipped a pacifier in his mouth. He wanted to spit it out, but something internally just sucked on it, trying to distract himself from the fact that he was not in fact capable of holding it for much longer. It hurt, and he had to struggle very had to stay dry. Tears continued to well up in his eyes. He shifted from foot to foot a bit more vigorously now, starting to revert back to his 'potty dancing' again. Johnny was dimly aware of Alice and Lily now watching him from afar, probably gloating about his imminent defeat...no! No, he couldn't lose to the likes of them: Alice could at least get away with wearing pull-ups, she had to have surmounted this challenge before then, right? He had to win. So he had to pull out all the stops. He started pottydancing again, trying to push the shame past him. Some of the adults that milled about stopped to look at him and smile to themselves, probably assuming he was at his limit. The pressure increased, and he started shaking and trembling nigh uncontrollably as he did. He made little whimpering noises from behind his pacifier as he sucked like mad, the pain getting heavier and heavier as he felt like a massive weight had been set on his bladder. After what seemed like minutes of this, the pain finally crested and he felt a little leak. His eyes went wide with surprise as he realized he couldn't hold it anymore, and with a final, pathetic whimper forever muffled by the rubber pacifier in his mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut and subconsciously squatted down a couple inches, hearing a gushing noise like high-pressure water from a hose running down a gutter. As he heard this, he began to feel warmth flow through his diaper, pooling about between his legs and under his butt, slowly crawling up his backside as he unconsciously pushed harder, peeing forcefully into his diaper as tears started to roll down his eyes: he wanted to stop, but try as he might be couldn't, and he felt the warm-then-wet padding begin to sag around him. Finally, it began to subside, and he stood here, slowly standing back up and realizing what he'd done. He glanced up at mommy Julia, and after a few seconds she turned back to look at him. "Everything okay, Sunshine?" she asked, before a knowing look crossed her face and she reached a hand out to feel by his crotch. Feeling it squish, she scratched a few fingers near the cuff until it felt inside. "Uh-oh," she cooed, standing up and turning him around, lifting the back of his skirt and feeling his backside. "What happened, Johnny? Did you go potty in your diaper?" Hearing the words further flushed his face with heat and shame. Careful not to spit out the pacifier, his one source of distraction and comfort, he mumbled her words back to her: "I wen potty in muh diaper..." Debbie giggled at this. "Oh my goodness, Julia he is just the cuteset!" Julia playfully swatted him on his padded butt, just enough to feel it but not enough to hurt. "Okay, pottypants, off you go." Johnny was puzzled, turning around as she pulled the pacifier from his mouth. "...it's not that wet, don't be such a crybaby. Go play with your friends, okay?" He felt like it was a big deal, and wanted to protest but the shame of admitting that he'd pissed in a diaper in front of her was too much. Nodding and wiping his eyes, he walked back towards his friends, waddling a bit more than usual with the extra bulk between his legs. Every step squelched the soggy padding, and he was eternally aware of his predicament. Lily seemed unconcerned with events, and continued fooling around with her sand castle, but Alice was smirking in that sardonic way of hers. "Some big kid you're turning out to be." Chapter 3 - The Rabbit Hole Deepens Johnny did his best to forget about his wet diaper, trying harder and harder to focus on things, but he couldn't really get it out of his mind. He didn't want to be treated like a baby, but Alice had changed her tune and assured him that one accident wasn't going to doom him to a year of babying. In fact, it was pretty normal for kids to pee their pants: like she said, potty training was hard. That being said, a few facets of wisdom passed on from her, now that he'd learned 'the hard way' that he wasn't playing a game, and that he understood the situation. Imagine That was basically a giant playground: the adults (affectionately called mommies and daddies) had basically supreme authority over the little ones (people like himself and Alice). They weren't unfair, typically, but they had a very parent-child relationship, by design: the adults would indeed care for their little ones, but little ones conversely had to obey their rules, which generally involved trying to 'grow up' slowly and surely. Supposedly, should one manage to grow up all the way, they could become an adult and carry on as one if they so chose. Johnny wasn't sure if that's what he wanted, but for the time being it gave him a goal to work towards. In Imagine That, 'potty training' did have a definitive structure, though all parents were allowed to teach it in different ways. At its core, there was usually a 'trial' phase where the parent would test a little one to see how adept they were at not peeing their pants: according to Alice, Johnny had done very well - some adults used this training to guestimate where their little one was, while others used it to demonstrate why a little one needed to be in a specific place. Most went with this metric, and given the unpreparedness it was no surprise that Johnny had failed thus far. That was by design, but he needed to step up his game from here - everything after this was playing for real. His mommy, Julia, was well known for being gentle and kind, and was very protective of her little ones - however, she also had very, very high standards, and her potty training was difficult. Conversely, Debbie's wasn't very structured, so while easy it was also difficult to progress, as the lines were hard to see for what to pass and what not to. According to her, Lily was content at the stage she was in, and probably wouldn't get much farther. Alice, however, wanted to become an mommy here herself, so she was planning on going all the way. She was making good progress, but admitted that it was extremely tough, and that she'd been hard on Johnny to get him used to it: he needed to shake off whatever past conceptions he had and focus on what he was inside Imagine That. Additionally, there was also a 'roulette' that would take place and change the rules of potty training from time to time: these were kept hidden from little ones, but it never varied too awful much. Changes were minor, such as the timeframe between accidents, how many could be allowed, what the punishments were recommended to be, and so on. Not all adults adhered to this, but certain numbers had been figured out and passed on from little one to little one. A given day had at least two 'potty times' (or changing times, in certain cases) available minimum, usually one after waking up and one before bed (usually reserved for a little one relegated to diapers), though most ran an even number between four and twelve hours between these. Some mommies, like Julia, tended to use events as metrics instead, but it wasn't a guarantee. As for punishments, depending on what a little one wore, they could have a certain number of accidents. With undies (underwear as a term wasn't used, Johnny soon found out) any accident was considered a failure, pull-ups or padded panties typically allowed for one or even two accidents if the wearer was on good behavior (no leaking was allowed), and diapers were typically considered a success if there was no leaking. If you leaked consistently while in diapers, you went down to 'baby' status, and had basically all rights completely restricted for a time. Currently, Johnny was probably going to exist in the 'toddler' phase, where he'd have to wear diapers, but continuous good behavior and staying dry for long enough would elevate him up to pull-ups, like Alice. As they talked, Johnny felt a growing urge to go number two, but tried to keep it out of his mind while Alice talked, on and on. It took quite some time, but it began to really nag at his mind, so he was happy when she finally ended that day's lesson and they went back to playing. She went down the slide first, but as he approached he decided he'd had enough desperation, squatting down on his haunches. He grunted, pushing hard as he squeezed his eyes shut. He felt a warm mess slowly push into his diaper as it sagged. When he was finally done, he stood up and felt it lump under his backside. His cheeks flushed as he suddenly realized that he'd messed his pants for the first time in countless years. No...I didn't poop my pants. I pooped my diaper. It was hard to admit, but he decided to embrace the strange world he now lived in. Alice had returned up by this point. "Why didn't you go down yet?" she asked. Not receiving a response, she walked up and tapped him on the shoulder, audibly sniffing once or twice before a mischievous grin crept up on her face. "Oh, that's why." She grabbed him by the hand, half-leading half-dragging him back the way they came. "Come on, stinky, let's get you changed." They passed Lily on her way up by this point, and Johnny felt a bit more shame, realizing that he was really no different from her at this point. If anything, she was doing better, as she hadn't messed herself yet. Here he was, on a playground, being lead by a girl probably younger than him towards his mommy because he'd pissed and shit his diaper. It was hard to conceive of, and yet here he was. His free hand grabbed his skirt again, trying to pull it down lower to hide his shame, but no amount of it felt right. "Miss Juliaaaa~" she sang out for all to hear. "Johnny made a stinky in his diaper!" Julia stood up and inspected his diaper, feeling around as if she had to make sure for some reason. "Thank you, Alice, you're such a big girl!" Julia slowly lead Johnny over to the stroller, pulling out the diaper bag and laying a changing mat down for him. "Alright, pottypants, lay down here so mommy can change your diaper." Alice's prophecy had come true: before you leave, your mommy's gonna have to change your diaper. Tears in his eyes once again, Julia placed his pacifier back in his mouth, which he gladly accepted - anything to distract him from this. He heard her unbutton his onesie and pull it up a bit, making room for his diaper. She undid the tapes one at a time, then unfolded it. The woman was an expert, Johnny had to admit that: she was unfazed, unconcerned, if anything she was enjoying herself. Taking a few wipes, she pulled the diaper out from under him a bit and wiped away, soft and gentle and cold. Pulling a new diaper out from the bag similar to the one he'd been wearing just recently, she slid it under his bottom before wrapping up the used diaper and setting it side. She pulled out the bottle of powder and liberally applied it before folding the diaper up on him, taping it snug as could be and snapping shut his onesie, pulling the skirt back down and voila, you couldn't even tell he'd gone. "There we go," she sighed, satisfied with her work. She took the used diaper, still reeking of his potty time and dumped it in a nearby trash can. "Much better." About this time, Debbie seemed to think that a walk would do them some good, so she loaded up Lily into her stroller while Julia did the same for Johnny, buckling him in. She tied his pacifier to a nearby strap in case it fell out of his mouth, and gave him a baby bottle with milk to drink. Given how hot the day had gotten, Johnny obliged, accepting the rubber nipple as delicious, sweet, cold milk flowed through. His stroller was pushed adjacent to Lily's as Alice, being the big girl she was, walked with the adults. It wasn't a long path, maybe only a mile or so in circumference, but they took a leisurely pace, oftentimes passing other strollers or little ones walking about with their respective mommies and, in some rare cases, daddies. While approaching the end of his bottle, Johnny felt the urge to pee suddenly sneak up on him. Presuming it was leftover from his previous accident, he decided 'screw it' and simply resigned himself to his fate. Strangely, now that he wanted to go, he couldn't seem to. It took a good deal of pushing and concentrating, finally forcing himself to spurt a few times before just taking a deep breath and simultaneously relaxing yet pushing. The trickle of warm pee returned, and he felt it soaking into his diaper. It was a different feeling, peeing while sitting down. If anything it should've felt more normal, but this time the warmth crept up his crotch and up the front of his diaper, due to positioning. It was quite a few seconds later he realized he was still peeing. Flustered, he resolved to let as much out as possible so it wouldn't happen again later. He was dimly aware of Lily nearby making some short exhalations like through her teeth. A few moments later, he began to smell what she was making a fuss about. "Mommy, Lily went poopoo," Alice held her nose as she skipped along. Always willing to get on the good side of the adults: lil' brat. "It's okay, dear," Debbie replied as they kept strolling. "I'll change her once we get back to the playground." Alice nodded, looking past Lily and noticing Johnny. Her eyes bugged out for a moment before settling into a grin. She used both hands to pat her crotch, then dropped behind out of sight. Johnny wasn't sure what this meant until a cold breeze was felt around his crotch and thighs. Looking down, he realized with horror that he'd leaked through his diaper and his onesie and skirt were now damp! As he shifted about in his stroller, he felt a bit of cold pee soak into his onesie from below, and realized he'd must have gone more than anticipated. He tried to think of something, how could he hide it? What could he do? He hoped he had milk to spill, but it was gone and he'd sealed it tight. He couldn't ask for juice, she'd see, but if he did nothing...no, there was nothing to do: Alice had seen what he'd done, she'd tattle on him in a heartbeat. Resigned to his fate, he set the empty bottle in its holder and felt his lip quiver. After an eternity, they'd finally returned, with Debbie stopping to pick up Lily like a baby on her hip, fiddling with her nose and cooing a bit while Julia came around the side of the stroller. She went to undo his crotch-straps belt buckling him in, but stopped when her hand came in contact with a cold dampness. "...Johnny, what happened?" "I was dri-" he hiccupped, feeling tears start to pour down his face uncontrollably as he began to sob, his words becoming a jumbled mess. "An I had to pee and I couldn't ho-oh-old it mommy I peed-" she slowly fit the pacifier into his mouth, stopping his attempt at justifying what he couldn't. "Goodness, it's okay honey: here, let's get you changed. She pulled him up and held him aloft in her chest, a marvel to her strength. She held him under his calves, his butt rested on her hands as she gently rocked him. He buried his face into her shoulder, drying his tears and hugging her tight against his continued shame. The sound of giggling caused him to look up, seeing Alice one her back rolling around with laughter at him. He noticed a damp spot on her pull-ups, and realized that she'd quite literally pissed herself laughing. Returning to nuzzle his face into his mommy's shoulder, he waited for his sobbing to subside. Then it was back to the changing mat for him, again. She undid his onesie again, but this time removed his skirt and then the onesie itself, stating she'd need a change of clothes. Retrieving an outfit that was somehow worse from the diaper bag, consisting of a low-cut t-shirt and a tinier skirt, she dried him off and start working on removing his pissy diaper, folding it over and wiping him off in much the same manner as before, applying powder and settling a new diaper to him. However, this time she pulled out what looks like a large pad and started setting it into the diaper. "Here, this will help make sure you don't leak again." "Hahahahaha," Alice giggle, wiping tears of joy from her eyes. "You literally can't even take normal diapers like Lily! Hahahahhahaha," she sat up taking a deep breath. "Those diapers are thicker and you need pads for them!" Debbie shot her a frown, and she backed off right away. Julia continued unabated, pulling the diaper around and taping it shut over Johnny. He could tell right away, this diaper was indeed much bigger and thicker, and the pad made it even more so. He had a much harder time closing his legs, feeling like he had a cardboard cutout keeping his legs spread. She set the t-shirt over his head and then helped hike up the skirt once he was standing. He didn't think it could be any more embarrassing, and yet this was somehow more revealing. He couldn't think of why until it suddenly clicked that it was easier to diaper check him now, with the bottom of his diaper sticking out from under the skirt so anyone at any time could see if it was wet or messy. There was literally no hiding it, even if he stood straight up and it extended as far as possible: if he bent over or sat down it'd show for all the world. In this state, any passerby could now call him out. Julia picked up the pieces of the traumatizing experience and went to go throw away the used diaper. Alice sidled up to him in the process. "Word to the wise - if you pee too fast, you'll leak. Gotta go slow, or make sure it gets to all the spaces." "Yeah, got it..." he mumbled. She frowned. "Ya gotta learn the hard way or you're never learn, Tinkle Trousers." She shrugged. "You're not some special new kid, you gotta earn your way up the ladder same as rest of us." Alice did pat him on the shoulder gently, an olive branch of reconciliation. "I'll see ya around, new kid." Giggling, she skipped off towards Debbie, whom was busied with attending to Lily's own diaper. Once Julia returned, she hugged Johnny. "Ready to go home, kiddo?" He nodded solemnly. "Alright, up you go." She helped him back into the stroller and strapped him in, willingly accepting his pacifier by this point as Lily waved, still on her back mid-change. Alice waved as well, sheepish but plotting. It was rather uneventful, otherwise: once back to the minivan, he was loaded into his booster seat, the diaper bag set nearby, the stroller folded up and they were on their way. When they arrived home, he hadn't been in the best of spirits. Julia had whipped up some chicken nuggets he'd crunched on, and she'd eaten some canned soup. The TV was on in the background, some kiddie cartoon he'd never heard of, but his mind was locked on his predicament. Potty training...little ones...it was a lot to take in for one day. He still felt the pad and diaper combination beneath him, reminding him every time he moved with its feel or a crinkling sound. It'd worn down a bit so he could walk more normally, but he still had to waddle around when moving. Julia had him play around with things, a rocking horse, blocks, babyish things that were of little interest to him. He asked some questions about potty training where appropriate, and learned some new things about his current situation: given the fact that he'd held out for as long as he did, he got plus marks on that front, but he'd also had a messing accident and then leaked afterwards. It basically canceled itself out and then lowered him some, and lent credence to the current notion that he was not potty trained, and currently still needed to wear diapers at his current state. She would keep him at this point until he showed sufficient ability to 'hold his pee like a big kid', and would be more-or-less at a 'toddler' point: he would be treated with some privileges, but would wear babyish clothes, move about in a stroller, a baby seat in the car, he'd be limited to diapers, and so on and so forth. If he was able to do sufficiently well, he could back up to diapers without pads, like he'd started with that day, then to lighter diapers and then to pull-ups. Once there, he'd have to avoid having leaks and then he'd be a big kid. After being a big kid successfully, he could become a daddy, and then he'd be basically free from there until his paid session was up next year. But it was a long journey: first things first, he needed to get things in order here. Julia was so far pleased as punch with having him, and he couldn't find it in himself to be upset with how his first day in Imagine That had gone. Well, aside from the obvious, but if that was just to show him the cost of failure, then he could succeed. As he drifted off to sleep in his crib, in his nursery, in his footed-onesie pajamas, the feeling of a soft, dry diaper hugging his butt, the soft embrace of a plastic pacifier in his mouth, Johnny was content.
  16. Read First I'm really sorry if this against the rules, but I went ahead and created a new topic with tags. I didn't want to write anything that would be offensive to people who weren't into certain kinks and such. I'll continue to write this for a bit since it's been a pretty fun to practice writing. If any moderators come across this, Please just delete the original topic by the same name! Also added a doodle of Miyuki, not great but thought it would be nice to kinda show what I think, since my writing isn't the best. Chapter 1 On a quiet Friday night a tired diligent artist works on a new idea for a short romantic comedy 4-koma. She finishes typing up her script before saving, and putting her computer to sleep. Miyuki Izumi, had been working all day typing up her disappointingly short script. Even spending sometime at work, spaced out, day dreaming about the idea. She wasn't normally a bad employee, but her mind usually always revolved around her artwork, and nothing else. At 21 years of age, Miyuki held a decent salaryman job, as an office worker. She wasn't particularly skilled in much, beyond her drawing skills so often times she had to give it her 100% at her workplace in order to do her job correctly Drawing was something that plagued Miyuki she was quite an artist, but often doubted her own work. Often choosing to lie in bed scrolling through other artists work. She had serious issues with self esteem, and self confidence. She was a very short girl, along with her undesirable breast size and was also quite plain in terms of her fashion, Usually wearing longer skirts with a long sleeve sweater, or sweatpants and a t-shirt if she was home in her apartment. Even down to her large glasses she wore because of her bad eyesight. But despite these sometimes helpless feelings of despair she fought on because she loved to draw. "oh my, it's 2:am... I've got to get some sleep." She plops down onto her bed, removing her glasses and placing them on her night stand. Lifting the covers over herself, and grabs her favorite body pillow that she often slept with. Miyuki loved Magical Girl Poya Poya. It was an older magical girl show that she loved as a child, and secretly fell in love with. Hugging her pillow tightly she drifted off to slumber with a tiny smile. Miyuki jolted awake, followed by heavy breathing. Her back was cold and wet from sweat, as well as her sheets that were quite damp. She had woken from a nightmare that she had relived many times before. It was a large factor of her issues with self confidence and self esteem. She was once taken advantage of by a upper class-man in high school. The thoughts made her shiver in fear, thankfully she was saved by some nameless group of girls that caught the boy, in the girls bathroom before things could have become much worse. She became terrified of men, and often took measures not to interact with them. In that moment she was betrayed by someone who was her friend, they even shared laughs, He robbed her of her innocence, and it affected her greatly. That was five years ago. In that time, she had time to think and adapt, her parents sought out therapists. In the beginning it was rough, but eventually she was able to talk about it. She was not fixed but it did helped her move on. She still had nightmares about it. This was something that became a common occurance for Miyuki. Waking up in sweat was a more preferable occurrence, it didn't happen often but the worst case scenario she would have woken up in puddle of urine. It hadn't happened in a long time, but she took precautions nonetheless. She kept a plastic sheet over her mattress, to avoid soiling it. As well as regular bathroom use right before bed. Shivering she finally crawled out of bed and changed her clothes, putting on a pair of thick sweat pants and and a sweater she turned on her tv. Watching anime was an escape from her stress, She often left dvds in her dvd player for this purpose. After about an hour of watching anime, her stomach made and audible noise. "Ah, breakfast... "I'm gonna have to go out..." Feeling guilty of being lazy, she went ahead and took a shower, before putting on a sweater and skirt. Miyuki had fairly long black hair that went down to her back, though she often liked to keep it in a single large braid. After getting ready she grabbed her bag, and headed out. Usually she would keep some things likes eggs, bacon, and other foodstuffs, but she was so excited to get home and write some of her script yesterday, she forgot to go shopping. She locked her door, walking down the stairs to her apartment. "whoah... It's really cold out, I wish I had brought a coat." she says under her breath, rubbing her hands together. Soon her destination came into sight. It was a family restaurant that served a mixture of Japanese food, as well as more Western dishes. Walking through the door, a chime rings. She waits at the door patiently. It's not long before a older lanky man in his late 30s, comes to greet her. "Good morning Izumi-san, it's been what a year, since I've last seen you here!" Miyuki, had come to this restaurant many times before, she liked the atmosphere, the place wasn't always crowded, and she was a regular and the manger became used to her usual request. "y-yes sir, I've been busy with work and such..." Miyuki spoke a bit tense. "I'm glad to hear your working hard! So the table in the back corner?" She nodded. He grabbed a menu and some silverware, and led her to the table, she usually sat toward the wall so she could look out the window, and to minimize potential eye contact with others. "A waitress will be out soon to serve you." The manager, said after setting up the table. Miyuki thanked him as he returned to the front of the store. Looking into her bag she noticed she forgot something "n-no way." She had forgotten her phone on her computer desk. she sighed and pulled out a small sketch book and some pencils. Miyuki didn't like the attention of drawing in public, but today the restaurant was nearly empty so she seemed more open to the idea. about 5 minutes had passed before she was surprised when she heard a woman greet her quite loudly. Slightly in shock, the woman bent over placing a hand on Miyuki's shoulder. "Oh I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" I-I'm okay! Miyuki awkwardly yelped. She was in disbelief of the pure femininity of this woman. She had long blond hair that went down to her waist, large blue eyes as well as make-up in all the right places. Not to mention her much more desirable figure. The lady took notice in Miyuki's dumbfounded stare. She giggled "My name is Katou-san and I'll be your waitress this morning." Miyuki finally coming to her senses. "Hi I-I'm Izumi-san n-nice to meet you!" She awkwardly replied. Katou-san Laughed again. "I don't need to know your name silly, but I appreciate your manners!" She sat embarrassed "s-sorry." "Aw your so sweet." Lifting up her clipboard, "What can I get for you?" Miyuki Replied, "Um, an orange juice, w-with pulp, a-and the hamburg steak breakfast." Writing this down Katou-san held a beaming smile,"oho, that's a cute choice!" "Alright, let me take this to the back hun, and I'll be back with your OJ!" As Katou-san left, Miyuki sat completely beat red embarrassed. Being doted on did not come naturally to her. She had felt absolutely dumb, for that greeting earlier. She thought about it hard, and something began to seem off. The waitress had a weird speech tone, she kept dropping english esque words, Miyuki wasn't all to sharp on her english but she understood popular words. Of course her blond hair, and blue eyes, also gave it away, She must not have been born in Japan, but maybe been here long enough to pick up the language? Soon the Blonde girl came back with her orange juice. "Here you go sweetie." Dropping a straw on the table, she returned to the back, with a little wave. Miyuki wondered if it would have been rude to ask about where she came from. She had never really talked to a foreigner before, but she heard some rumors about them. She began to doodle, as she sipped her orange juice. Her doodling turned to sketching, as she was interested in the strange waitress. upon a few quick sketches of the waitress, she began to feel a bit embarrassed so she quickly drew some other simple characters along side her to try to diminish the characters presence. No matter how you looked at it the drawing, it was definitely of Katou-san. Katou-san came back to check up on the small Japanese girl. "Need anything? Looks like your running low on OJ, want me to refill it for you?" Miyuki replied "Y-yes please!" She smiled reaching over the table to grab the glass. "Um... K-Katou-san... a-are you not from here?" Miyuki stuttered out. There was a bit of silence before Katou-san smiled and laughed. "You little detective.... nope, I'm not from here but I've been here for awhile, what gave it away? Was it my Japanese? Miyuki staring at the blonde beauty, with blue eyes. "N-no... just a hunch." She laughed again, "I'm kiddding! Seriously though hows my Japanese? it's not to obvious? I've thought it was okay since people around me never pointed it out." Miyuki trying to be tactful "It's.... not bad, but some of the words you say I don't really understand. Y-your accent doesn't help... b-but it's not like it's bad... but y-you do have a nice voice! Aw you think so? You're so kind! Thanks- OH I'm supposed to be getting your orange juice! I'll be right back!" The waitress returned quickly retreating to the kitchen, leaving Miyuki to her thoughts. "wow, she's really pretty, ah, I forgot to ask where she's from..." Katou-san returned, this time with a sizzling hot plate as well as another plate with her eggs and bacon all balanced on one arm, and in the other hand Miyuki's orange juice. "I'm back Izumi-san! Hearing her own name was a bit embarrassing. Setting the drink down, freeing up her arm, she skillfully maneuvered the plates off of it and on to the table. "Can I get you anything else?" Miyuki Replied "N-no, thank you." Katou-san smiled once again before leaving out of her sight. She doubled back before leaving "Oh yeah if it's not to weird, could I see what you were drawing?" Katou-san grinned. Miyuki nearly felt obligated as if she was being hypnotized by her beauty, before remembering what she had drawn, but it was too late, as she had already handed the waitress her book. Katou-san looked as she made her amazement, quite audible. She even took a seat across from Miyuki, who looked embarrassed as well as surprised. "Oh I hate this booth it's always to tight on this side, as she squeezed in, her large bosom nearly coming to rest on the table. "Oh is this one supposed to be me!?" She pointed showing the beat red Izumi. "Uh-uh... N-NO it's just a coincidence!" Miyuki panicked! Katou-san wasn't buying it as she grinned quite smugly. I don't know Izumi-san I think you really got my uniform nailed down pretty well! She spoke teasingly. Miyuki lost for words, looked as if she could cry at any moment. Katou-san laughed. "Aw it's okay! I love it, you draw really well! These other characters look really cute too!" Miyuki tried to hide her embarrassment "th-thank you..." Just as she thought the teasing was over, Katou-san made a comment with a seriously concerned expression. "Though I think my breasts are much bigger than what you've got drawn here Izumi-san!" Miyuki again lost for words not knowing how to respond, she just hid her embarrassment, I-I th-though it would have b-been rude... she quietly said. "I'm kidding! Please it's okay don't worry the place is empty, I'm just a big teaser! Oh I'm so sorry I should be letting you eat! Let me get out of here! Miyuki quickly responded. "Y-you don't have to go!" blushing. Katou-san was surprised, but she took her offer. "O-oh well I guess I'll stay then" She smiled with a light blush. Miyuki awkwardly began to cut into her food. "u-um is it okay if I ask where you're from Katou-san?"Katou-san breaking away from admiring her sketch. Finally responds. "I was born in the US." Miyuki swallowing. "Oh really! That's so cool, I'd like to visit there someday... "Yes it's a very nice country despite what people say." Katou-san seemed a bit pained. "If you dont mind me asking, why did you come to Japan?" Miyuki inquired. Katou-san seemed conflicted and a bit reserved. "I-I don't mind you asking, but maybe another time, it's a complicated topic." "I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry..." Miyuki apologized. She seemed guilty about changing the mood, Katou-san seemed like a cheerful person and didn't like to hover on moody topics. There was a bit of an awkward silence before Miyuki deep in her thoughts, spoke a very out of character line. " K-katou-san I-if you ever need someone to talk to... Or.." Katou-san cut her off. "I don't really need anyone to talk too... But I could use a friend, I don't have too many of those. So maybe some time we could talk over coffee or something?" She seemed a bit happy that Miyuki had offered. Miyuki perked up, "y-yeah that sounds nice!" Just then the door chimed as a larger group of people came in." Katou-san got out of the tiny booth, peeved. "ah geez, looks like I can't talk anymore. Let me go grab your check before it gets real busy. Katou-san ran off to the back once again. about 10 minutes later. Katou-san had come back with the check, "Well it looks like it's about to get busy here...". handing Miyuki the check. "If you go up to the front He'll check you out." Miyuki nodded. There was a bit of hesitation, in Katou-san's voice, "Hey well I'm not going to be able to stick around, but I still wanna have that coffee!... so let me give you my number!" Strangely enough she pulls out an older flip phone. Miyuki got excited before she realized she had forgotten her phone. "Uh... I'm sorry but I left my phone at home..." Katou-san put her phone away and reached into her pocket, and pulled out a sharpie pen. "Hope you don't mind she smiled, leaning over the table, her larger but soft hands held onto Miyuki's as the pen tickled her palm. Katou-san was close, as Miyuki couldn't help but notice again, how pretty she really was. "There! Okay well I really gotta go, but you better call me, okay! Miyuki awkwardly replied "y-yes ma'am!" Katou-san giggled as she went over to take the other customers orders. Miyuki, for the first time in a long time, made a friend. Chapter 2 Miyuki had paid and left the restaurant as she began walking back to her apartment. She was in great mood, it wasn't everyday that she had a long conversation like that. She wanted to call Katou-san right away, of course she was still working. Now that she thought about it, she never told Miyuki, what would be a good time to call. Miyuki soon arrived at her apartment, taking off her shoes, placing them at the door. Miyuki-san happily sat on her computer chair where she left her phone, and immediately, entered in Katou-san's number into her contacts list. Swirling in her chair, her excitement grew. She soon took notice of her own eagerness, "Okay I've gotta distract myself... I've got work to do so I should get started." She woke her computer, to resume her work. She began to re-read and do some slight editing to her script before grabbing her sketch book and started drawing some rough sketches of the scenes, looking up every once in while to read. She put some music on, and soon found her self completely engaged in her activity. It had been about 5 hours of non-stop work. Her hand was a bit cramped, and her back felt stiff. A good sign she had been working to long. She let out a soft yawn, as she checked the time. 5:32pm "Whoah, yeah I should probably take a nap...b-but what if Katou-san calls first? I should just wait a bit longer..." She swiveled her chair towards her tv turning it on, continuing where she left off on her anime she was watching earlier. Soon the tired girl gave in to slumber right there in her computer chair... She woke slowly wiping sleep from her eyes. The tv repeated the main menu music, the window was dark. Coming to her senses she checked her phone it was 11pm. Miyuki Jumped up "N-No! I fell asleep!" She quickly checked her phone for any messages, seeing none she became very conflicted about what she should do. Was Katou-san already asleep? Did she work later? Miyuki grew desperate so she painfully pressed the call button and awaited for Katou-san to answer. The phone ringed for a bit each time was more disheartening. Hello? A voice on the other end spoke out. K-Katou-san?! I-it's me, Izumi! She gripped the phone tensely. "Oh, Izumi-san, you know... I was getting worried that you didn't want to see me..." Miyuki-san yelped, "T-That's not true! I-I just didn't know when was a good time to call, a-and then, I wasn't sure if you worked late, and then I tried just waiting but then I fell asleep. a-and-" Katou-san interrupted her. "I-I'm sorry... I was just teasing! Please calm down, I kind of figured that was the issue, I'm kind of an airhead sometimes. I should really pull back on the jokes." Miyuki once again fell for another one of her traps. "O-oh! y-you really had me worried Katou-san!" She shook her fist at nothing in particular. Katou-san apologized again, "Sorry, don't be mad please! Well it's kind of late I think all the coffee shops around here are closed..." Miyuki felt disappointed in herself but her determination was still high. "Katou-san! H-How about a b-beer! The bars are still open!" There was some giggling over the phone before Katou-san in between laughter replied. "Oh really! I didn't take you for someone who drank, or even someone who was old enough to!" Miyuki slightly embarrassed reassured her. "N-No I-can drink! I-I can even hold my liquor!" I'm serious! T-there's even a bar not too farm from my apartment!" There was some silence, before Katou-san replied. "I guess I have to take your offer! How about we meet at the restaurant in around 10 minutes?" Miyuki-san excitedly agreed before hanging up. She jumped all round excited as she quickly got her things ready and ran out the door, only returning a few seconds later because she forgot to lock it. Miyuki hadn't felt so happy in a long time, she was going out at night to meet a friend she had met the same day. She quickly made it to the restaurant, only 5 minutes early. She waited and waited with a grin on her face, looking about and searching for any sight of the blond. The more she waited the more she realized how few people were out, It was actually a bit spooky. Seemingly out of nowhere, She was frightened by a "boo" Jumping away she nearly had a heart attack, if she hadn't realized that it was Katou-san who had snuck behind her. K-Katou-san! Miyuki made a voice that was angry but not in the slightest intimidating. The blond was quick to apologize I'm sorry! You just looked adorable looking all over the place like that!" Miyuki blushed before she took notice of Katou-san outfit, it was much more stylish than her own clothes. She wore her hair in the same natural way, but she wore a cool looking black jacket with a blouse that exposed just enough cleavage to cause anyone to blush,and she wore a pair of jeans that hugged her legs nicely. "You done gawking?" I'm ready to hit the bars girl!" Miyuki playfully getting her attention. Miyuki came to her senses "R-right! sorry t-this way!" She led the away to the promised bar. It had been quite a couple of hours, it had started awkwardly enough as they broke each other in and soon they were talking comfortably. Comfortably left, and then came more intimately. Miyuki had lied about her ability to keep her liquor and it was obvious to Katou who was much better at doing so. Izumi had taken pleasure in drinking way to much, and by her 5th beer, was incoherently explaining to Katou-san how cool magical girls are and how she's wanted to be one all her life. Making all kinds of silly gestures and signs that the blonde could only laugh at. Miyuki had nearly ordered another before Katou stepped in. "I think you've had enough Izumi-san." She grabbed her hand before she rose it trying to get the bartenders attention. In her drunken state she had no fear of anyone even men. Though it was mostly due to Katou-san who ordered the first 2 drinks. Miyuki paused drunkenly before realizing what Katou-san meant. "O-Oh! I see, I am drunk..." It had been about 2 hours, and it was getting late, Katou felt a bit bad for the poor girl she must have been trying to impress her but she wasn't doing so well because she couldn't walk straight. Miyuki instead that she was okay and could handle the walk back to her apartment, but the mature blond knew better she put her arm around miyuki and helped her staggering out of the bar and down the dimly lit street. The normal 5 minute walk took roughly 20 minutes due to Miyuki drunken directions but eventually Katou and the young girl made it to her apartment, or at least she hoped. Miyuki had been rambling nonsense the entire time, but upon reaching the door on the 3rd floor Miyuki finally spoke something that she understood. "Um Katou-san I don't feel very good." Just then the blond, realizing what she meant, and had no time to react. The young girl stared off into space before vomit spewed from her mouth and nose. It wasn't long before she was sobbing. There was vomit on her front door as well some that had dripped on to her sweater and shoes. Katou-San quickly fished for her keys in the girls purse. Upon getting the door open she set Miyuki up against the wall. "Don't leave me Kato-san... I'm sorry." Katou reassured her. "Hey it's okay I'm gonna be right back you stay here and just have a seat." Katou had been to many parties before and knew how to deal with these things. She searched her apartment before finding her bathroom, grabbing a towel she ran back out side wiping off Miyuki's drooling mouth. She gently took Miyuki's glasses off placing them in her pocket. She then took care taking off her stained shoes. Upon taking Miyuki's sweater off Izumi-San suddendly had a burst of energy, she seemed feerful "w-what are you doing Katou-san! She weakly held on to herself making it difficult to remove her sweater. "Izumi-San sweetie your sweater is covered in vomit, I need to take it off-" "d-dont! Stop!" Her protests were void of energy. Eventually Katou-san was able to get her sweater off leaving her in a t-shirt, skirt, and black stockings. She picked up the incoherent girl, to her bed sitting her up on the edge of the bedside. "Izumi-san I think,it's best that you take a shower to try and sober you up." The young girl was nearly passed out and her eyes were red, from crying. She was most definitely tired. After some though Katou thought it was best to let her sleep. She didn't want to leave her alone in case she ended up suffocating on her own vomit. So she did the next best thing and slept next to the poor girl and kept her head on her side of the bed with a trash can. She opted for the gjrl's computer chair because for some reason her bed was a bit damp, she also noticed the strange plastic feeling under her sheets. She could only put two together which only made her feel more sorry for the girl. She had at least moved her to the dryer side of her bed. She couldn't help but rub her tired head. She looked like a little doll without her glasses on. She did have to admit she did look quite adorable with them on as well. But she kept her thoughts hidden away. She noticed looked at the clock on the night stand it was 3am. It seemed like it had been much longer. She too found herself nodding off, before she new it she was already asleep. Light was beaming into her Katou's eyes she realized it was morning, but didn't know the time. Looking over at the clock again it read 8 am, She nearly had a heart attack but she realized it was Sunday, a day she had off. Relieved she remembered that she spent the night in Izumi's apartment watching over the poor girl. She was actually a lot more worried that she had shifted her position in her sleep on to her side, but was relieved to see she was breathing. She had somehow able to find her body pillow with some anime character on it. She found equally cute as Izumi was hugging in her sleep. Katou-san couldn't help but to take picture with her phone until she realized it was dead. "figures..." She said with a smile before going back to watching the cute girl again. She had almost reached over to pet her head, until she suddenly noticed Izumi's light brown skirt, grew darker before visibly flowing liquid could be seen and heard. Katou gasped out loud before attempting to wake the girl up. Multiple shoves were required as the young girl held tightly to her pillow urine began to soil that too, as she had it tucked in-between her legs. "Izumi-san please wake up!" she said gently trying not to startle her awake. She suddenly woke up and she just stared off into the distance before noticing a blond girl looking over her. "K-katou...san?" she shifted and immediately felt the wetness on her legs and skirt as well as the currently trickling pee. Miyuki tried to jump up and quickly dart for the bathroom but she was wrapped up in her sheets and the large body pillow, she tried and tried, fighting to make it to the bathroom but she couldn't even get a foot on the floor. Eventually her bladder gave up and she sat there on her bed on her hands and knees wetting herself. She hung her head in shame but was equally to scared to look anywhere else. Thankfully her lower portion was covered in sheets, but even Katou knew what she was doing. Her breathing became heavy and staggered as her shoulders jerked. The blond walked over to the girl, she got down in front of the girl, who had made it just to the edge of the bed. She saw the face of a mortified girl, her eyes were open, casted down. brimming with tears refusing to look at anything else. she bit her lip but nothing could stop the pitiful sound of choked sobs. Katou grabbed and pulled the girl into a tight hug, not caring about the soaked sheets that surround the girl. Miyuki made some attempt at an apology but, Katou-san just held her tight without any words. Before long Miyuki gave up and let her self cry, she cried for a long time. The only thing breaking through her sobs, were Miyuki's heartfelt sorry's. it had been about 30-40 minutes before Katou-san spoke. "Izumi-san, It's okay... I don't think of you any less." She began to stroke the girl's hair. "You had a rough night you know? It wasn't your fault." Soon Miyuki had brought her tears down to sniffling. Katou noticed this and began to help the poor girl, trying her best to be tactful. "Hey how about we get you up and into the shower would you like that?" There was a pause before she could feel Izumi nodding. She could feel the girl struggling with the sheets, before Katou, simply princess carried her to the bathroom which almost started Izumi tears back up. "It's okay, just calm down. Miyuki hadn't felt so miserable, so humiliated, and helpless in a very long time. She couldn't help but cry, at the same time, she had never felt such kindness, and love from someone other than her own mother before. She tried her best to stifle her tears, and try to remain somewhat dignified. Soon she was placed down onto her feet. The floor was cold, and her soaking wet stockings didn't help. Katou-san gently untangled the sheets around the shivering girl, soon leaving her in her skirt which was almost completely wet down the middle and around her bottom, her stockings were fully soaked. She was so embarrassed, trying to cover herself which was nearly impossible. The tall blond rolled up the sheets into a ball, before addressing the younger girl. "Izumi-san go ahead and take your clothes off and leave them at the door, you go ahead and take a shower, and I'll wash these for you." Miyuki protested insisting that she shouldn't have to do so, but was ultimately silenced by Katou. "It's okay hun, let me help you." Katou-san took the sheets to the washing machine, and waited outside the bathroom door until a small hand held the soaking wet clothes just outside the bathroom door. The blond grabbed her clothes being mindful not to peak. She took her clothes to the washing machine, and started a load. Soon it was just her, the sound of the washing machine, and the sound of the young girl showering. It had been in the back of her mind since this morning but she felt horrible for feeling the way she did. Katou had a secret, she enjoyed watching girls wet themselves, bed wettings, toilet accidents... She drew immense pleasure from it, but most of all, she enjoyed when it wasn't on purpose... The blond had grown with this strange fetish for a long time, she used to hate herself for having it, and right now she really did hate herself for even thinking about that right now. This wasn't the first time she had witnessed it... but it was surely the most pitiful of them all. All she knew is that she wanted to protect this girl. Deep in her heart she felt that something was hurting Izumi-san. Chapter 3 Miyuki sat silently in the shower, letting the warm water pound her back and head, she had tucked herself into a ball and refused to move for quite awhile. She was replaying the incident over and over. She felt miserable, she felt humiliated, and she felt dumb. She wasn't able to make the call to Katou earlier, so they could have coffee. She couldn't hold her liquor, and ended up vomiting right in front of her. She had to be taken care of by Someone she hadn't even known for whole a 24 hours, forcing her to stay the night in her apartment. To complete the deal she had wet the bed, as well as wetting herself right in front of her. She quietly began to sob again, she tried her best but she just couldn't help feel how helpless and pathetic she was. An unknown amount of time had gone by as she sat in the shower, she had stopped crying and realized she should finish up in the shower and properly apologize to Katou for everything. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower, and grabbing a towel, she began to dry herself off. She held on to the door handle tying to compose herself. She was still shaking but she had to do what was right. She called out for Katou but there was no response, She did so again but heard nothing. She opened the door and saw no-one there. She grew worried but she also noticed her bed was not only dry but it was made, her clothes were folded on the bed. It felt weird having the presence of someone else in her, typically empty apartment. She walked over to the bed and noticed some breathing, and sure enough Katou-san had fallen asleep on the floor. She felt embarrassed because she was clutching in one hand her body pillow, and in the other hand her Magical Girl Poya Poya pillow case. She must have been trying to put it back on and fell asleep right on the spot. She smiled a bit, and it was the first smile she had made that morning. Seeing that she was a sleep she went a head and got dressed slipping on a pair of panties, sweat pants, and a long sleeve shirt. She hadn't had anyone sleep over at her apartment or house before, and wasn't really sure what to do, but she figured it was best to let her sleep. She grabbed a blanket from her closet and draped it over the sleeping blond. She soon found herself standing above the girl, staring at her face. It was a beautiful face that made it hard for the girl to look away. She was able to bring herself to her senses and found away to keep herself busy. She went over to the small kitchen area and decided to put a pot of coffee on. She tried her best not to make any noise. She thought about using her computer but the way Katou-san was sleeping made it difficult to actually sit at it, so she decided to work traditionally on her bed. She grabbed her headphones so she could listen to music, but her phone was nearly dead, so she went ahead and put it on the charger. She drew in her sketchbook in relative silence for about and 2 hours had passed and soon Miyuki had fallen asleep as well. Miyuki had been woken for the second time this morning by a blonde girl. She jolted up in surprise, realizing that once again she was going to have to face Katou-san. The blond was relieved, "Sorry that I woke you... I-uh... threw away your plastic sheet... I wanted to make sure you didn't... have another accident." She tried choosing her words more carefully as not hurt the small girl. Miyuki replied, "t-thank you... for doing that..." She went on her hands and knees on the bed, bowing her head, she was groveling in forgiveness. She spoke shaking. "I'm sorry for everything Katou-san. I don't know how to repay you. I'm just so sorry." Katou-san was lost for words. She wasn't Japanese but she knew that groveling was a serious deal. "I accept your apology but it's just as much my fault, I should have known you were having a lot to drink last night. I'm the elder her and I had a responsibility to take care of you. So please for the sake of being my friend will you please not grovel like that?" saying this, the blonde, gently sat on the bed with her. The groveling girl finally sat normally, her face was still hot with shame. She grabbed the small girls hands "Izumi-san... is there anything you want to talk to me about?" Miyuki felt Katou's hands, they were soft and gentle but at the same time she felt that if she ran away those same hands would not allow it. hearing this she thought hard. "Is there something that's been troubling you?" Miyuki was deep in thought unsure if Katou was talking about what she thought she was talking about. She wasn't the most open about things especially her past. "I turned down your offer yesterday... about needing someone to talk to, because I don't feel comfortable with my past. I don't like talking about it and I don't want to think about it." Miyuki listened intently. "Now how about we make a deal, If I tell you about why I left the US, how about you tell me about yourself, and your past." Miyuki thought about it, she twiddled her fingers, and thought really hard, the only ones that new about her past were her parents and her therapist. All of which she hadn't really seen in good while. She did feel safe with Katou-san. She had taken care of her the whole night and continued to do so in the morning. She really must have cared right? She nodded her head hesitantly in response. Katou smiled "Then it's a deal! but before we get started, I smell coffee, and I think this would be a nice talk over some coffee, don't you think?" Miyuki remembered she had put the coffee on but forgot about it when she fell asleep. "Y-yes I think so too, the mood change helped her feel a bit more relaxed. She ran over to the kitchen before turning back. "u-um the coffee... I-I might have to microwave it...." Katou-san replied "That's fine, sorry for the trouble!" It had been an hour of constant talking, most of which had been done by the blonde. Katou-san was born in the US, her real name however was Juliette Alice, she enjoyed her life there. She was a fairly popular girl in high school, a true queen bee. Though she was kind and understanding and was usually the one to stick up for other students the ones that were bullied and such. Juliette was not a very bright girl, nor did she posses any talent in the arts, or music. She did however enjoy sports, she was a good athlete which helped her through high school with numerous scholarships. She did however hold a secret, she was attracted to both women and men, but she never enjoyed the company of men the same way she did when she was hanging around girls. She had always kept this to herself, and for the most part never acted on the urges. It wasn't until the 11th grade that she had befriended a girl that she ran with often during track practice. She had known her for years, and at one point she just felt determined that maybe she was able to understand her feelings. If not, she was still a good friend and would understand her. She thought she had nothing to loose. Juliette decided to come out to her parents first, they were the supportive figures in her life of course. They had disregarded anything she had said, and strictly forbid her from talking anymore about it. She had been in complete shock, she couldn't believe it. About a month later, she brought the topic back up this time she was met with strong retaliation. This went on for months. She felt shame for her sexuality she felt disgusted. If her own parents wouldn't understand, how could anyone else? She continued through her school life, she was no queen bee anymore she was depressed, she became much more stoic, and spaced out. She favored watching videos on the internet, and browsing her computer in the late night. She found herself on forums about romance, and fan fiction, and soon she found her way towards watching anime, she only knew what she heard some of the geekier students talk about when they walked past. She became instantly hooked, she love it, nothing was forbidden, and nothing was wrong, it was all acceptable. Yuri, they called it, She became infatuated with the whole community, the fan works the art, the stories. She was happy, and she felt good about herself, that others were out there that were okay with. it hadn't been a year until her parents had taken notice in her grades. Upon taking her computer away they browsed her history and that was it. They confronted her again, they gave her the option of continuing school or going to bible school. Of course any sane person would have stayed away from the later. So she did, she finished high school, and slowly her rebellious side began to show, and on the day she received her diploma she left home at the age of 18. She left her home and she left her town. She planned ahead selling everything she owned she even stole back the laptop and sold it too. Her plan was to move to Japan. It was a dumb single minded plan but the though of it kept her going. With what she had in cash she was able to open her own bank account, but it wasn't enough, she only had about 1000$. She scrounged around taking small jobs, and by the time she was 22 she amassed about 10,000$ She flew, traveling as light as a feather picking the cheapest location that she could find. A one way trip. She wasn't coming back. She had issues with the language, as well as finding a landlord that would give her a room. She struggled for a long time in between jobs that she couldn't keep because of her living situation. 3 years had passed, she was a complete homeless mess. One night she walked into that same restaurant down the street, she had enough for one meal and a beer. Later that morning the manager's wife. found the same girl asleep outside their restaurant. He took her in and let her use they're shower upstairs. She begged him for a job only in payment for food. The girl worked well, really well and by the end of the day she had earned herself a job, a meal and a home. Her story had moved Miyuki to tears. "Katou-sa-..Arisu-san, oh my goodness, I didn't know you went through so much!" Miyuki held the blonde girls hand as she sniffled. "I-it's okay Izumi-san r-really come on now." Miyuki spoke, again. "I'm sorry, have I've been using the wrong name?" Katou reassured her, "No, please, just use whatever's more comfortable for you okay?" Miyuki nodded. Wow I feel kinda better getting that off my chest! So Izumi-san... I want to know your story, what's been bothering you?" Miyuki knew it was coming but it now was her turn. She played with her fingers before trailing off into speech. "There... was this boy.... that I was friends with..." She spoke slowly as she told the older girl who stared intently with her blue eyes. She told her about how they used to walk to and from school together. How the boy was like a brother to her. She kept avoiding parts of the story, but she couldn't do it with Miyuki's eyes staring at her. "H-he t-t-took... me into the b-bathr" her voice became shaky, "h-he took my m-my und." Katou-san quickly grabbed the girl into a hug as she did many times already. "Hey you don't have to say anymore!" she repeated over and over again. She rocked her back in forth "It wasn't your fault, nothing has been your fault, you hear me?" She continued, soothing the girl. Miyuki could only cry "w-why did he do that?" through her hiccuping voice. Katou continued to hug her tightly as the evening sun lit the tears on the young girls face. Katou once again was holding the girl as she calmed down. She felt as if the past 18 hours consisted of either sleeping, hugging or both. "I-i'm okay now Katou-san" She lightened her hug on the girl. Her eyes red from crying, Katou had forgotten that she still had Izumi's glasses in her pocket. "Oh I almost forgot to give these back." She took the glasses, opening them up and placing them on the girls face. She wiped a stray hair from her face, Katou couldn't help but be honest."Your so pretty Izumi-san, I don't want to see such a pretty face covered with such sad tears." Miyuki felt embarrassed hearing that from her, but secretly she was happy. Miyuki hugged Katou catching the blonde of guard. "T-thank you... for everything today." Katou felt her heart pound warmly. "Aw sweetie, I want to be here for you. I'm your friend arn't I?" about an hour later Katou had Miyuki wrapped in her arms, as they spent the afternoon watching anime together. Katou ordered a pizza, and the two had a great time. Miyuki had not laughed that much in a long time, for a brief instance it felt like a little piece of childhood, had been restored. Soon it was 10 pm. Katou knew she had to go back to the restaurant, and get a good night sleep for work in the morning. Miyuki also had work tomorrow. "Well Izumi-san it looks like our little party is coming to an end." Miyuki wasn't very happy about it but she understood. They hugged each other goodnight as Miyuki worriedly watched her turn the corner down the stairs. "U-um Katou-san w-when will I see you again?" The blond turned and smiled. "The weekend for sure, but the restaurants open till 8pm during the week!" She waved goodbye as she disappeared down the stairs. For the next couple of weeks the two spent many weekends together if not every. They were all each-other really had. Miyuki felt confidence when she was around Katou, she was kind and she was understanding. Katou liked Miyuki she couldn't lie to herself but the relationship she had with Miyuki was nearly enough, she loved seeing that girl smile and laugh. 3 months had passed, it seemed like a whole year to the two girls. One Saturday afternoon the two were together in Miyuki's apartment. Katou had grown used to calling Miyuki by her first name. She thought it was cuter and more fitting than Izumi. Miyuki still called Katou the same name out of respect, she was still her senpai of course. The blond had been watching some of Miyuki's anime, while she was working on a drawing. "Hey, Miyuki..." Katou spoke suspiciously. "yes Katou-san?" The blonde felt bad, she was about to ask something quite serious. "Remember that day after we first met... " Miyuki felt a bit concerned, she turned her computer chair to face her properly but Katou was still face away watching the TV. "O-of course I remember..." "You know how I said that..... I found girls attractive...?" "yes I remember..." Miyuki responded intrigued.. There was a pause before Katou spoke again. "W-well that's it, I-I love you Miyuki." She turned around to face Miyuki, her expression slightly concerned. "Ever since that day I've wanted to protect you, care for you and to love you. I... I was just hoping that you felt the same." Miyuki was surprised because she had never seen Katou blush so hard before, Nevertheless she was happy to hear her words. "I've never really been confessed to nor have I done so... S-so I don't really know how I feel about love with another girl... but I think I might have been feeling the same way, s-so please be patient with me, b-but I accept your confession, because I trust you Katou-san." Katou-san had never felt happier. "Oh Miyuki she ran over to the small girl, eliciting a giggle out of her as she was smothered by the girls hug. They soon found themselves on Miyuki's bed embracing each other. "Hey Miyuki is it okay if sleep over tonight?" Miyuki smiled. "Of course I-I'd love that!". The two were up late in the night drinking coffee and making up silly manga stories, Katou even drew some up, though she wasn't an artist in the slightest, Miyuki tried her hardest not to laugh at the funny faces she drew. Soon it was 1 am and the two seemed like it was time to go to bed. Miyuki had made a bed for the tall girl on the floor next to hers. They hugged each other goodnight, and Katou gave Miyuki a kiss on the forehand leaving Miyuki in a blushed state. "Good night Miyuki, I love you." Miyuki blushed hearing the words again. "I-i love you to Katou-san!" Katou-san was the first to fall asleep. Leaving Miyuki in a blushed mess, she hugged her pillow tightly, she thought to herself. "Katou-san loves me!"
  17. This was something I did a while back, and only just got around to writing up. I've wet the bed pretty consistently for the last year, so I wear diapers to sleep. Normally, when I wake up, my diaper is wet. Sometimes, though, I'll wake up with a dry diaper and a bursting bladder. That's when the fun begins. The first thing I realized as I woke up is that I had to pee. Dear lord, I had to pee. It felt like there was a storm pressing against my bladder walls, waves of pressure begging to be let out. The second thing I realized, as I stretched a hand up under the hem of my sleepshirt to feel the diaper between my legs, is that I was dry. Not wet, not damp, but bone dry. I was holding in an entire night's worth of pee. The increasingly urgent need I felt wouldn't let me go back to sleep, and though the bathroom was right there, I didn't want to let such a golden opportunity go to waste. I padded back down the hall, away from the bathroom and into the kitchen. As I busied myself making my morning cup of tea, my mom came in, asking if I needed the bathroom before she took a shower. I pasted a smile on my face and said no. Now, there was no turning back. I spent the next few minutes making toast and putting the coffeepot on, pausing every few seconds to cross and uncross my legs. Sitting down with my tea and toast, the only thing I could think about was my need to go. I forced myself to gulp down my cup of tea, just to add some extra pressure to my poor tormented bladder. Beneath the table, I had my legs firmly crossed, and every so often I slipped a hand beneath the table to hold myself. It was clear that I wasn't going to be able to hold it for much longer. Every minute or so, my bladder would spasm, and a few drops would spurt from my pee hole into the padding. By the time I was finished with my tea and toast, I was leaking a little bit every few seconds, and literally shaking with need. When I stood up from the table, my knees went wobbly and I had to grab the edge of the table to support myself. My moment of distraction cost me, and I peed for a second before I regained control by crossing my legs and clenching as hard as I could. My knees were still wobbly on the way to the sink to do the washing up, and I could barely take each step. All of my attention was now focused on my bladder, which felt as if it was going to explode any second now. With one final step, I reached the sink, and put my dishes in. I was standing cross-legged now, with one hand firmly pressed into my crotch, and the other reaching for the faucet. As I turned the faucet on, the sound of running water was too much for my poor bladder. I didn't realize I had started peeing until I felt warmth against the hand pressed to my crotch as my pee filled my diaper. The warmth quickly spread forwards and back, the diaper rapidly swelling as I filled it. I felt a small trickle run down my leg, and quickly swiped it clean with my hand. After what seemed like forever, I stopped peeing. The swollen bulk of the abena between my legs felt enormous as I waddled back to my room. I was still shaking, but not from desperation, but from relief and arousal.
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    I remember seeing this when it first came out, I think. Now I feel old. Here's another classic German Windel movie. This one has a plot (two sisters) one is struggling with wetting, they both end up in diapers. Enjoy, Rachel
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  19. Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies. Chapter One. Hi everyone! I’m Paige, and I figured that this was probably the best place to tell my story. (Spoiler Alert: The heading pretty much sums up my story! 🤣) First, some background. I’m female, (duh!) 27 years old, and an aspiring writer. Up until recently, I’ve never had any sort of pee fetish, but I have dealt with OAB, over-active bladder issues like forever. The OAB isn’t really too bad I suppose. It’s just sometimes, I can get a sudden urge to urinate, and I’ll need to get to a bathroom ASAP. If I don’t, there’s a good chance that I’ll wet my pants a bit, or even worse, a lot. It’s not a daily, or even weekly occurrence, but it does happen sometimes, and has done ever since I was a little girl. Speaking of “Way Back Then,” I had a few instances of wet pants growing up, more than most kids did I suppose, although as I got older, my parents and I slowly worked out what could trigger it. Basically, caffeine or sugar. If I drank too much soda or energy style drinks, it would really make me start having sudden urgency and occasional accidents. It also doesn’t help that I’ve always been a really shy girl. In junior school I wet myself in class a couple of times simply because I was too shy to put my hand up and ask. Even today, I’m very shy by nature, and enjoy my own company over others, although I’m nowhere near being that shy, emotional little wreck that I was until my mid-teens. I’m probably over analysing things, but I think my childhood accidents were a lot to blame. Let’s face it. There’s nothing more mortifying for a tween aged girl than to wet herself at school in front of her classmates. As for bed wetting back then, yeah, it happened a few times, but not too often. If I can remember correctly, I think I wore pull ups to bed till I was around five? Maybe a bit older, but I was certainly not needing them by the time I’d turned six. I did wake up to wet sheets on a handful of occasions after that, but by then we were starting to get a handle on what would trigger it, and my night time liquid intake was closely monitored. It turned out that I could drink all the water or milk that I wanted to, within reason of course, but carbonated beverages were a big no-no. Of course my daytime consumption of said beverages was frowned upon as well, but it’s almost impossible to stop a kid from partaking in the illicit stuff occasionally. Think birthday parties, family gatherings, weddings and stuff. On those occasions I’d be allowed a glass or two, but my bathroom usage would be closely monitored! But, overall, my minor bladder issue was never a super big deal. Over the years I grew used to carrying spare panties in my bag, or shorts in my school stuff, and by the time that puberty really kicked in, it was almost, ALMOST, a non-event. This has obviously changed quite a bit since then.....
  20. Chapter 1 “FUCK!” I yelled as I ran true a sea of trees. Behind me was a pack of beasts chasing me. “They're catching up!” the small girl strapped to my back yelled. “I know that Bab!” I yell at her as I continue to run. The beasts aren't that strong but fighting a pack of them is a different story. They could easily surround us and kill us before we could do anything. “Why in the hell did you attack the whole pack!” I yelled to Bab as I jumped over a log. “I thought there was only 3 of them,” she told me “left!” “FROST!” I yelled extending my left hand to blast the beast with cold ice magic. It was only knocked back and soon was chasing us again. “Any ideas?” “Ya don't stop running!” she yelled which really didn't help. It wasn't long however before I had to stop in front of a cliff. A raging current below us and a wild pack of beast behind us. We were out of options. I didn't have my sword. Our mana was getting low. And I can feel Bab’s diaper leaking on my back again!. “You trust me?” I asked bab. “Right now? No!” she told me already knowing what I was going to do. “Good, neither do I,” I tell her before jumping off the cliff. Both Of us screaming on our way down, the only thing I could think about was how I got here in the first place. I was just some average guy. Single, working and saving anything extra to start college in a year or two. The luckiest thing to happen to me in the last 3 years was getting a ticket for a hiking trip my friend won in a contest. Sadly his grandma passed away and was going to her funeral. So as to not waste a ticket he gave it to me. And to be honest, while I was having fun I really didn't pack well for it. I didn't know much about hiking and the clothes I bought weren't the best. Just 3 t-shirts, pants, socks, underwear, and a warm jacket. Luckily I did get myself some hiking boots but I also brought my regular pair for when we set camp and I could be more comfortable. The rest of the gear I got from my friend who was already prepared for himself. Camping Travel Cooking Utensils Set (cooking scissor, blender spatula, meat knife, cutting board, soup spoon, stainless steel turner, cook fork and a tongs,) TETON Sports Mountain Adventurer 4000 Backpack Double Sleeping Bag Sundome 2 Person Tent SURVIVAL Traveller First Aid Kit Magnesium Flints Scraper Stone (3) Pocket knife Flashlight 12 Survivors - Hand Pump Water Purifier Extra rope FiveJoy Military Folding Shovel Multi-Tool I was all set for the trip. But after the second day, something strange happens. A freak storm hit us in the middle of the hike. None of us knew what was going on until suddenly I saw a flash of light and the storm was gone. When I opened my eyes I was inside what looked like ruins. Behind me was an altar with some glowing dust scattered all around it. I was too freaked out about all of this that I ran towards the only exit I could see and into a small town. People who looked like they ware from a renaissance fair just stared wide-eyed at me. To make a long story short, I freaked out. It took the townspeople 2 days to explain to me what had happened and why I was here. I was no longer on earth but a place called Caruma. Here everything we know about fantasy is from here. A long time ago two gods fought over an empty world but their fight always lead to a draw. So they decided if they couldn't decide on the winner with their power they would use something else. They created 15 castles and hid them around Caruma. Each crystal summons something from another world. Poruma the black god summoned monsters. Rilla the wight god summoned warriors. Each crystal could summon 1 warrior every 10 years. And the first to destroy all the crystals would be the winner. Over the next 3000 years, the world was populated by man and monster. Humans built towns and temples around the summoning crystals. Out of the 15, 7 white crystals have been destroyed. While 5 dark crystals have been destroyed. When I asked about how I got here they could only give a guess. 31 years prior the town was attacked by monsters and they destroyed the crystal. But because it was already about to summon a hero the remaining pieces must have spent the last 30 years collecting power to summon me here before the crystal died. They then told me who I could go back. The crystals work as a two-way door. On this side, they gather energy and in 10 years they pull someone over. However, if you bring enough magical energy to them you can have them send you back home. The problem with this, it normally takes a lot of magic to do so and there aren't many people who have that type of magic here. So they suggested I go to a city and see if I could find any magic users to send me back. That's when we reached our final problem. I had no way to get them. When the village was destroyed all those years ago most people left and the ones who stayed are now too old or too young to take me. The only exception is a farm boy named John who was 16 2 years younger than me. But in order for him to take me, I had to first make a contract with him. In this world, the heroes learned how to tap into magic but it came with a curse. Each person had to wear a special bracelet and form a contract with another person. This unlocked the power to use magic. However, both people were cursed to never be away from each other long. Should they be away from each other for 6 hours they both will die. If one dies the other has 6 hours to find someone else to form a bond with or they will die as well. The curse can be lifted once the pair completely one of 3 quests and the bracelets can be removed while still granting the person to use magic. The reason he wants to form a bond is that it would make traveling a lot easier through the woods. He said there aren't many strong monsters here but it's better safe than sorry. I had to wait 3 more days before the contract could be made. During that time I the people let me stay with them knowing I had nothing to offer other than some small work. On my final night there I was staying at an orphanage. There were only 5 kids there. 2 boys 3 girls and women who took care of them. She asked me to stay with them for the night as the kids wanted to see what a person from another world looked like. The kids staying here are from parents who either died, left for adventure, or was just left with no idea who the parents were. It was sad but the kids enjoyed playing with me. All except one who only stared at me. The women later told me Ema was the girl's name and that while she was 14 her body was short and looked more like a 10-year-old. Also, she had some problems. For one she couldn't speak. Anything that came out of her mouth sounded like gibberish. Next, her hands couldn't hold onto things well. So she's been forced to use baby bottles. And lastly, she had to wear diapers. For some reason, her bladder was just too weak. I honestly felt bad for her. By the sounds of it, she would have to be taken care of for the rest of her life. Later that night I said my goodbyes to the kids and followed John into the woods. The contract could only be made during a full moon and when it’s made it will make a bright flash so were in the woods so as to not disturb anyone. “Ok this should be good,” he said as we were pretty far from everyone. “Now then let's begin.” He then began to chant something and soon both of our bracelets were glowing. We both raised our hands to form the contract but stopped when we heard something. The contract stopped as we looked around the forest and heard something. Upon investigating we found one of the kids spying on us. Behind them the woman yelling for the girl. Apparently, she chased after us after we left without telling the women. After a brief talk with the women, she was taking the Ema girl when she ran up to me. “be jvy ruwvj ox jvy woz, gy bojv hog c bozupw.” Ema said. As she grabbed my hand wanting me to kneel in front of her. “What’s wrong,” I asked her. “wuhy ik jvy nogyl op oil toilpye cpz gy xuwvj xol jvy luwvj.” she said. suddenly my bracelet began to glow again. “NO!” John yelled. But it was too late. A bright flash hit my eyes and for a few moments, I couldn't see. I just heard the same thing be repeated. “YES YES YES!” a girl cried out in excitement. “EMA! What did you do!” the women yelled and when I could finally see I saw the Ema girl jumping up and down with excitement. “I finally did it! I'll finally be free!” Ema said until the women grabbed her by the hand. “What did you do!?” the women yelled at Ema. “She just formed a contract. How did she even do that?” John asked. That's when I looked at the girl's arm and saw a smaller bracelet on. “Yep and now I can finally get out of here,” Ema said. “How did you even get a bracelet in the first place. And how did you activate the spell?” John asked. “I stole it from miss dumb cunt here.” Ema said and nodded at the women. “And anyone who knows magick knows that spell.” “I think the bracelets mine.” the women told John. “my husband was an adventure.” “But that still doesn't explain how she knew the spell.” he replied. “Wait, didn't she just say she already knew the spell?” I asked and everyone looked at me. “Wait you can understand me!” Ema yelled. “Of cores I can, you're not speaking gibberish anymore,” I tell her. “What are you talking about?” the women asked. “She’s still talking the same,” John told me. “The bracelets! You can understand me because of the bracelets!” Ema yelled. “What do you mean? How can the bracelets do that?” I asked and looked at John who looked very confused. “Enough of this nonsense I'm taking you home Ema and you're going to be grounded!” the women grabbed the girl and started pulling her away. “Stop! My name isn't Ema it's Bab! And I'm not going anywhere!” she said as she tried to resist the much bigger women. “Wait I need to figure this out,” I tell the women. “I'm sorry but she needs to go home. I think all this stimulant is just being too much for Ema.” she tells me. “IM NOT EMA!” the girl screamed as the women jumped when electricity popped out of the girl's hands. Once let go she ran over and got behind me. “She can already use magic!” John said in amazement. “Ema it's time to come home.” the women told her again. “I'm not Ema, I'm Bab. tell her!” the girl said to me. “She said her name’s not Ema but Bab.” I tell the women and Bab nodded in agreement. “Could she be speaking another language and it's only after the contract was formed that you can understand her.” John asked me. After this, it just became a back and forth discussion about me understanding her. We had to prove I could understand her and after a long time, we finally came to the conclusion that I could. But shortly after that, we got into the main and biggest problem. I was now connected to a tiny child and I still needed to leave! After a long discussion about everything, it was finally decided I had to take Bab with me. Because of the curse, we couldn't be more than 40 feet from each other for more than 6 hours and I couldn't stay in the town. I had to find a way home. So, I wound up adopting Bab and forced to take her with me on my journey. Sadly because of her, John could no longer come with us. The plan was to use the magic to get through safely but without it, it just becomes too much of a risk when he would have to come back alone. Before we left the women gave me a bag full of things for Bab. while her backpack had things like clothing, a pillow, blanket, and a few random things. The bag the women gave me had her more ‘personal’ things. Such as 3 bottles, a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a lot of diapers. She even had to show me how to change the little girl. Much to bab’s displeasure. In the end, this is where our adventure of began dropped in a new world.
  21. I've seen some picture topics with various themes, but none for my biggest turn on: Boys being diapered (or even forced to diapers) by females (+/- dominated, embarassed, punished, humiliated). It doesn't have to be diaper change, any photo or drawing of submissive male in diaper with non-diapered female will do! Guys preferably youthful (teen looking), slim aaand less hairy = better. No special request for female caretakers. Tbh, this kind of pictures seems to be quite rare, which is unfortunate. So, I am starting this one and I hope you will help me fill it with your finds and treasures! some drawings! (author: Ah-bagels, source: http://ah-bagels.tumblr.com) More drawings! (author: Merunya, source: http://merunyaa.tumblr.com) Even some more (sorry, not sure about author or source :-/ ) Photos (not mine)
  22. How can I pee and poop my pants without my parents knowing? Should I use pads or diapers? If so how do I get them and get rid of them? I can't do my own laundry and I really want to pee and poop my pants without them knowing. I know I could pee in the shower but i want different ways then that. Realistic please I can't really go on walks by myself. Can't get to the store by myself. Things like that. Somewhere in the house as well. Please help.
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    As per my previous posts, this is a collection of random diaper videos I've been collecting from various sources over the last little while. Something for everyone. ****Disclaimer **** I'm not entirely sure what's here, so there could be some nudity and #2 stuff, though not much. There are also some medical play clips/previews in here with women in casts and wheelchairs with diapers. There's a cool AgePlay 247 preview, which I thought would be ok, as it's a free preview (and one that I've never seen). There's an animated on in there as well. A few might be accidental repeats. You have been warned. ******** There's 84 videos here, so something for everyone though 🙂 Enjoy, Rach
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