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Hey! Decided to break up the monotony and try my hand at drabble writing for a bit. It sorta spiraled into making a one-shot (two-shot?) for myself, helping build up a new collection of LitRPG short stories (that's those fantasy works with all the RPG stats! Think Sword Art Online... please don't think about that in my presence...). I'll get back onto Ichigo Sunada & Her Downward Spire real soon, just wanted to do something different as a reward for all the page views, hits, likes and comments I've been getting all around! Without further ado, here's the first part to Gut Check! Part II with come soon enough (the part with the diaper content), but for now, humor this tale for a bit. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tick. Tick. Tick. The ticking of the classroom clock lulls a sleepy daemonette into the dream world. Her teacher has been prattling on, stuttering every other word or so, boring the devil girl to tears. She would occupy herself, tap on her desk, flip through her tome, maybe even throw a paper ball at her anxious captor, anything to make her day faster, were it not for her “uniform”. The aggravating thing has been the bane of her restless mind and arms ever since coming to this academy. Forced upon her for her “poor behavior” at registration, ha! Maybe if they didn’t tried to register her in the first place, she wouldn’t be stuck in a straitjacket all day, and they wouldn’t have suffered some slash marks! Tick. Tick. Tick. Reminiscing isn’t like Sasha. Albeit, she’s not really sure what IS she’s supposed to be like. She’s been “free” from the “Dark Goddess” for not long, lost her connection from the Dark for… sometime? Since then, she’s grown wild blue hair her quartermaster ties into a long ponytail every weekend or so. Her many sharp teeth fell out, leaving only 2 stubby fangs on the top row of her teeth, more akin to the beastkin’s. She still as puny as she ever was, barely taller than her fairy classmates. Not as short and stout as they are, but enough that she has to stand on her new tippy-toes, the weird human-like feet that have long replaced her old sharp claws, just to make sure she can lord her height advantage over her “new friends”. Maybe even raise her triangle-shaped, spiky ears, located on the sides of her chubby-cheeked head. Every inch counts if she wants to even imagine her classmates still fear her. But no one does. No one fears the Diablo nowadays. Sure, the populace still take some safety precautions, if her “uniform” is anything to take in mind, but it's not like the old days, where she preyed on those foolish enough to walk about the eternal night without an adventurer. Kin of the Dark Goddess, forged from her everlasting chaos. Back then, she wasn’t even a she! Sasha was without name, without thought, without form, all function. Her purpose was to serve her lady, slay those that could pose a threat to her kin, the eternal night, and her mother. And every one was a threat to their existence. But that was then, this is now. Now she’s “pure”, “free” from her corrupter. She has a form, much like an elf, with only a few extra bits to remind her of what she once was. Her captors like to call them devil kids, sometimes Nightkin, much less intimidating than the Diablo. She has an identity, Sasha, to make her equal among her new peers, complete with stats, inventory, her likes and dislikes, everything that lets everyone know she is a part of the “Adventuring Program”. She has thought, to make her feel guilty about those times, the people she’d harm, instead of proud… And she has her own will, her own needs, her own wants. Her own drive to find a purpose. Cause else, she would do what she does every weekend every day: sulk about not having a purpose without her mother. Sasha sighs… Reminiscing isn’t like her. She’s trying to do what her “teacher” loves to stutter towards her class “L-live for the n-n-now! Be there for the n-n-next ‘morrow! And be happy for when you get there!” She loves to laugh every time the professor botches her rally cry, her inexperience at doing… everything in regards to motivational speaking, not to mention teaching is obvious, even to her. But it does sound like decent advice, or at least she’s said it enough that it's starting to sink into her brain. She would love to turn back the clocks, join her kin in stopping the heroines from storming her mother’s home and sealing her away. But she would more than likely end up on the wrong side of their blades, probably be sealed in with her. At least she would turn back and stop whomever brought her to the Four Goddess’ Institute of Serpha, stop them from freeing her from her dormant, stone-like state. At least then, she wouldn’t have to wake up every day for adventuring classes, wouldn’t be stuck in some island she has no clue is even in, wouldn’t even know what “Serpha” is or what do these people want with what’s inside her. Wouldn’t know about the fate that belie her mother and her kin. Tick. Tick. "Sniff. Sniff." Tick. Tick. “Hmm? Miss Guinea, Sasha’s crying again!” “What’s that, Felix? Sasha, darling!” Tattletale. Her next-desk-classmate, apparently another Nightkin like her, is always like this. She’s such a suck up to these people, has to be because her “mother” is one of the heroines that was responsible for sealing her real mother away. Her indigo, ringlet-curled hair, chubby build, curly tail, she’s the epitome of “soft”. Doubly so, since she gets to walk into class every day with what appears to be footie-pajamas of a wolf as part as her “uniform”, though she at least gets to keep her arms free. There isn’t a day Sasha gets to see the girl without it, it has to be some privilege of her “new kin”. Her “family”. “Sasha, dear, what’s wrong?” Some fools would say that they look like sisters, and perhaps there was once a time they were. But now, they come from two different worlds. This academy, this prison, this is all Sasha knew. A bunch of hands, all poking, prodding, needling, studying, renaming, reconstructing her, all in wonder what makes her tick. And all Felix knew is what life being some spoiled brat, barely even a Diablo. She’s a traitor, she acts like she never even met Mother. She never felt her warm embrace, never had her watchful gaze guiding her, never been told that she will always protect them, even if no one else does. She never had that. And she will never get that. And neither will Sasha. Ever again… “Sasha, please… No more tears.” Sasha finds herself in the tight embrace of her teacher. Tears were running down her face and onto her teacher’s smock. How hard was she crying? Her eyes feel raw, snot is rolling down her face, her throat feels hoarse. She’s still trying to get a hold on these “emotions”. She never had to worry about being sad or angry or even happy back then. All she had to be was obedient to Mother. Now she has to take care of herself. Let others take care of her. If she doesn’t, she’ll waste away in her own despair. Miss Guinea takes her out her desk seat and holds Sasha’s head into herself, rubbing it tenderly. Despite being taller than the young woman, her thin body appears to be dwarfed by her head. The teacher kneels down to Sasha’s level, letting the nightkin see her own reflection in her caretaker’s thick glasses. She can see how the red triangle markings on her face are drowning in her tears. She feels so disgusted with herself, on so many levels. Miss Guinea takes some tissues out of her smock and begins to wipe the wetworks away, given that the straitjacket is preventing her from doing it herself. “Bad memories, again, Sasha?” the teacher asks. Her short, dirty blonde hair, thick glasses, frail frame, and nervous demeanor belie her caretaking abilities. With a tight hug and a rustle of her hair, she calms down the nightkin’s burgeoning outburst. “-Sniff- It was nothing… I was just… I don’t know... It didn’t matter, I felt…,” Sasha stutters through. She struggles to find the right word, she isn’t even sure how, why, or what she feels. Something within her felt like crying, and she couldn’t deny it any longer. “Hey, hey, it's all fine. Sometimes you feel sad, and that’s okay.” Guinevere Guinea releases her hold and turns her attention to Felix. “Okay, class, why don’t we take a short break? The night is young, and… I could use more coffee.” Calling this place a class is demeaning to the both of the girls residing in it. The class only has a few members, and most of them aren’t even in at the moment. Felix and Sasha take a special night class, to make up for the time they spend away from the morning ones. The institute do most of their research on the two during that time, leaving their lesson time rather limited without these night classes. No matter the reason, however, this isn’t a class. It barely counts as personal tutoring sessions. Sasha, having recovered from her breakdown, stares towards the windows of the classroom. The night wind howls as a winter storm blows over the institute, snow piling up in the courtyard. Part of her wants to open the window, dive head first into the white blankets, and frolic throughout the snow, feeling nostalgic for the old, wild days of her “youth”. Feel the biting breeze between her thighs and knees, the cold catch on her sharp claws-now-nails, be free from the warm heating of the class, free in general. She knows that now, without the darkness protecting her, her human-like body would freeze over, be turned into an ice-cube in a matter of minutes, in her current uniform, and that’s assuming she’ll survive the five-story drop. But to feel the outside again, after being stuck inside this borderline prison all year, to Sasha, it would be worth it. While Miss Guinea is preoccupied boiling another pot of coffee and Felix doing… whatever she does with her constant scribbling in her notebook, Sasha goes up and press her cheeks and tail against the window. It’s refreshing, nostalgic, empowering even. She feels filled with various emotions, each one slowly-but-surely pulling back her lips into a smile… It doesn’t last, however, as another sensation begins to fill another place of hers. She begins to brush her thighs against each other, sliding her tail in between them. Sasha tends to ignore a lot of what the institute teaches her about her new form, leaving her ignorant of important issues, such as her fragility, the effects of the Serpha inside her, and most urgently, her needs. The frosty window, the dripping of the coffee percolator, the slight amount of tears still on her face. It all reminding her of that peculiar feeling betwixt her thighs, a hefty pressure that begins to ail her. She tries to prance in the spot, shift that weight to another spot, but all it does is slosh it up and down her midsection. It takes a good deal of jostling, both in her brain and inside her lower quadrants, to remind herself of which need she’s suffering from: the need to use a bathroom. “Urgh…,” she moans. She whips her tail around herself, trying to squeeze around her stomach. It’s an annoying need, one her “pure” body constantly suffers from. Apparently all girls like her suffer from this, needing to stop what they are doing and release what the institute calls their “holy water” into a container. They frown upon “doing their business”, as some of her “peers” would call it, outside of these designated rooms and containers. It’s “unruly”, it’s “unsanitary”, it attracts wild beasts and monsters, so on and so forth. Constant lectures about the vessel they trapped her wild soul in is the reason why she started blocking out their natter in the first place. “Miss Guinea? Can I… you know…?” begins to ask Sasha, trying to remember the right procedure for this. The teacher sips her cup of coffee, loudly enough for Sasha to wince at the image of fluids moving from place to place. “Hm? Sasha, you are asking me something?” “That thing… that… you know…? Thing humans do…?” she says, prancing on the spot. She knows this emotion she’s feeling at the moment: embarrassment. She still doesn’t have a good control on that, or even her bladder at the moment, she feels it pressing against the taut straitjacket. “Speak up, Sasha, you know I don’t have the best hearing.” Guinea tilts her ear towards the ailing girl, wanting to understand her better. She takes another sip, feeling like she needs every bit of energy to get through this long night. She sees out the corner of her eye Sasha stopping her dance, wrapping herself tighter with her thin, waxy black tail. She sees the demon girl resume her hopping, faster now. “That… That… Errgh!” Sasha’s frustration at being unable to voice herself isn’t helping her in the slightest. As she heats up, the pressure within builds up. She feels like each step she makes is starting to press more and more. “That thing…! That… that…! Why can’t I remember…?!” “Easy, Sasha. Just take a deep breath, take your time.” Miss Guinea inhales, pushing her barren chest up. She rolls her hand, asking the girl to mimic her actions. “Errgghh…,” groans Sasha. What is it in that’s in the air that makes mortals like her teacher so addicted to it? She stops her prancing again, trying to follow her teacher’s guidance. Inhale… Exhale… It isn’t much help, the additional air pressure is causing more grief than tranquility. “Can I go do that…?” Her brief respite did give her a little more understanding as to her awkward muteness. The feeling of embarrassment, having to ask a mortal to let her excuse herself and deal with her needs, is much too great for herself. She’s still struggling to understand that she needs to constantly capitulate herself to others, people that aren’t her mother. The additional frustration is doing her bladder no favors, it's starting to feel hot and heavy, two of her least favorite feelings. Miss Guinea cracks a sly smile behind her coffee mug. She doesn’t take a sip, knowing that it won’t help her student feel well. This isn’t the first time Sasha has forgotten her training. Felix looks up, raising her hand. “Oh! I think Sasha needs to--” “Now, now, Felix,” Guinevere says, settling her feisty Felix. “Let Sasha do this herself.” She chuckles to herself, happy to see that one of her girls desires to help another. Sasha twitches her right eye, turning its iris from black to crimson. “Don’t mock me! It’s your fault I’m like this!” She stomps, rattling her entire body. A few heavy drops of holy water seeps into her white briefs, staining it yellow. “Agh!” “Sorry, Sasha! I didn’t mean it like that!” worries Guinevere. Maybe she shouldn’t be practicing her teaching skills in this type of live-fire exercise. Still, the girl has some serious issues with the authority of the institute. As much as she would hate to be on the receiving end of her ire, especially as a newbie teacher, she does need to help her work through her distrust of everyone here if she is going to become, if not a helpful Jr. Adventurer, at least less of a hassle for her co-workers. “Here, I’ll walk you through it, okay?” “Fine! Just make this stop…!” “Can I?” “Can I…!” “Go to?” “G-go toOOooo…” “The bathroom?” “b-b-b-bath—baaathhhhroooOoooOomm!?” Even Miss Guinea had to wince in secondhand embarrassment and pain. Holding her mug, she walks over and pets Sasha on the head. “Come on, then. Give me your tail and let’s go. You too, Felix, really can’t leave you girls alone.” “Yes, Miss Guinea! Ooh!” Felix wags her fluffy pajama tail, excited waving her hand. “Can I have some of your coffee!? Can I? Please, I’m sleepy, like you, Teacher Guinea!” Guinevere snickers some more. Hard to believe the girl only came into her hands a season ago, still clinging to her mother. Now she’s clinging onto her, and she can’t say she hates it. “Kehaha, sure, dear. Now hurry up, else I’m making you clean up after Sasha.” Giving the mug to Felix, Miss Guinea grabs her flashlight and escorts the two girls out the class and into the hallways. She peeks around the corners, making sure there are no ne’er-do-wells prowling the halls. She never really like being in the night-shift. It may feed her coffee addiction (took LOTS of arguing on her behalf to authorize that coffee machine in her classroom), but it doesn’t make her feel any safer in this institute, especially once they turn off the lights . She’s on a high floor, away from the other night classes. It’s eerie, the blustering winter winds contribute in making the building feel more and more haunted. She can’t help but let her mind wander, think about the students slumbering in their dorms, the ones being tested, prodded, and experimented on, the ones out there in the field, facing horrid monsters in this winter weather. And here she is, afraid of her own workpl--! “Move, Guinea! Go!” shouts Sasha, pushing her teacher on her behind! “Yip! Sorry!” Felix pouts. “Hey, no bullying Miss Guinea!” she demands. “I won’t have to if she would keep to her word and mooOOOoove!” “Sasha, no running! Or pushing!” The trio gets moving. Sasha can feel a couple more drops beginning to graze her briefs as she darts through the halls. The cold, unheated hallways would normally be refreshing to the girl, but at the moment they are only sapping her strength, making it harder and harder for her thighs to do all the legwork in keeping her from spilling over. She’s kind of afraid to check her stats, see exactly how full she is at the moment. She at least knows that the Serpha inside her can give her keen knowledge in all her conditions and ailments, see the data. But what would be a benefit will only be an additional mental anguish on an overwhelming physical pain. Sasha picks up her speed, the flopping of her school thigh-highs echoing through the hallways. She’s dragging Miss Guinea behind, still gripping onto her tail with all her (lack of) might. Felix trails behind, constantly taking sips of Miss Guinea’s coffee in between keeping lock-n’-step of her compatriots. “Sasha!” cries her teacher, really glad she didn’t hold onto her coffee. “What!?” “You’ve missed the bathroom, it's behind there!” Whoops. Sasha comes to a skirting stop, reversing her steps ‘til she arrives back to where the chestnut door of the bathroom is. Not her fault all the doors of the school look the same, or how it's night, so she can’t see the signs. “Yay! We made it,” cheers Felix. “Yeah, woo!” Sasha halfheartedly cheers along. “Open the door already, Guinea, I’m gonna burst!” “R-r-right.” As Guinevere goes to grab the door, the trio begin to here footsteps. A constant click, click, click echo around the corner of the hallway perpendicular of the one they are in. The trio freezes. Who could be here, at this time? Out comes a lanky woman, one with gray hair. She looks aged, not quite like wine, not quite like a bread. Her plaid jacket and skirt only makes her look older and more intimidating, it being the kind of plaid you wear when you wish to torture the eyes of another. Her stern demeanor pierces through the night, locking dead-on with poor Guinevere. “Miss Guinea, what exactly are you doing out at this time?” interrogates the cross disciplinarian. “S-sorry, Mrs. Einsfields!” cries the scared teacher. She can’t help but cower in the face of her boss, the principal of the institute. “I-I was just--” “You know that it isn’t the time to be letting the students out. Just because there’s a damn blizzard out there, doesn’t mean you can let them be hooligans!” “S-s-sorry! I was just letting them go to the bathroom, I swear!” “You of all people should know we have procedures on how and WHEN we let students out of the class. Did you even let anyone know, who authorize you to leave class?!” “I thought that no one would answer, it's late and I thought everyone have left, especially before the blizzard came.” “Well you thought wrong. Now shoo!” “Hang on, we have--” “Shoo, go back to your class and actually follow procedure, Miss Guinea!” The hostile tone immediately silences Guinevere. The will to argue have left as she begins to robotically and silently take back her students back to class. “No!” cries Sasha, not going to be denied her relief. She pulls her tail out of her teacher’s grip, turning to the headmistress in anger. “I’m going to the bathroom! I can’t hold it!” The headmistress stares down towards the little runt, challenging her authority. “Oh, I know you. I can still feel your teeth marks on my legs. I see how Miss Guinea was threatened into disobeying procedure now.” “Shut it! Moving!” The headmistress blocks the door. “Oh, you can hold it ‘til your teacher preforms the proper procedure!” “But I can’t!” “I beg to differ.” With two fingers, Moldra Einsfield taps Sasha’s forehead. The daemon takes a step back as a screen shows up in between the two. <Name: Sasha X> <Ancestry: Nightkin> ... Rolling her eyes and using the same two fingers, Moldra slides through a few additional screen, taking little care in invading Sasha’s private info. <Needs> … <Current Bladder: 83%> ... “...You are fine, you can hold it ‘til Guinevere does what she has been told. Now go, Sasha,” demands the headmistress. Sasha can’t help but feel violated in many respects. Her privacy, her personal space, her pride, her authority, her agency. She feels angry, she knows the headmistress is doing this out of some sick sense of revenge. Whatever fear she was feeling in front of the headmistress, it is quickly replaced with a well-brewed rage. “Aaaarrggghhh!” Sasha charges headfirst, catching Mrs. Einsfield off-guard! She slams straight into the headmistress, knocking her into the door and the wind out the both of them! The both hit the floor, dazed and confused! Guinevere and Felix can only watch in shock at the scene, not believing the assault that is happening. Sasha’s youthful vigor and pain on her bladder gets her back up standing first. She pushes Moldra aside with her feet as she ties her tail around the handle of the door. She flings it open, charging into the bathroom, managing to slam her tail straight in between the crack! “AHHHHHHH!” she cries! The pain makes her let loose a great spill straight into her briefs, pushing its limits in a second! Urine starts to flow straight down her plush thighs as she tries to free her tail! “COUGH COUGH, GASP!!” Moldra coughs and wheezes, catching her breath. “Sasha!” she shouts hoarsely, still on her knees. “Sasha!! You get out here, you—cough cough, hrk!--cretin!” “No! No! NO!” Sasha doesn’t know if she’s denying the headmistress’ orders or her loosening control. She squeezes her tail through the crack, sore and inflamed with pain. She doesn’t have the time to care for her tail, she needs to go! Finding an open stall, she has to fight her own glee if she doesn’t want to lose control on the spot! But as she shoulder bash her way in, she comes to an unfortunate realization: she’s still straitjacketed! She can’t slide out of her clothes! This was a battle she already lost the moment Miss Guinea gave up and tried to take her back! If she listened to the headmistress, it would have sucked, it would have hurt, but she could have probably hold it! Now she made an ass of herself in so many ways! But if she did listened, she wouldn’t have gotten to headbutt her! Plus, it’s their fault for making arbitrary rules in regards to where she can and can’t pee! And it’s not over yet! Her clothes would be ruined, but no one can say she peed anywhere else but where they ordered her too! Plus she never liked the black skirt anyway! Sasha tries to open the toilet seat, but the slick porcelain and her raw tail refuses to cooperate! It’s not over yet! “Sasha! Get out of there!” Moldra continues to scream, she has to be back on her feet and ready to scream and charge in at any moment! Not yet! Without much choice, Sasha rides on the top of the seat! Not...yet…!! Sasha, backed to a corner, had no choice! She releases! “—GASP! Agguuuuuuggghhhh~!” Sasha’s holy water flows from her hole and onto the top of the seat! It flows all over the lid, much like an overflowing cup of coffee. It drips onto the tiled floor, ruining the clean shine that each tile was giving off. The hot fluids clash with the cold seat, providing Sasha some discomfort from the mismatched sensations, but dammit, nothing is ruining this! If this attracts monsters, so what, this is a school of heavily-armed and trained adventurers! If she has to clean up her “mess”, so what, its hers anyway! If she’s punished, so what, not like they are gonna kill their vessel of their precious Serpha! The feeling of being pushed to the brink and having scrounge out a W, this is what she’s missed so much~! The raw feeling of doing what your insides, what your “gut” as the mortals call it, what she can call it, tell you to do, with no care to rules or orders~! This is freedom! This is purity! This is happiness! “Riiyaaaauughhh…!” she moans, being in pure glee. Her skirt droops heavily, over-saturated with fluids. Her white thigh-highs are covered in yellow streaks, streaks that are continuing to grow by the second. She’s glad she wasn’t wearing shoes, as they will probably be flooded at this point. The bottom of her hated straitjacket is flushed with urine, a fate it well deserves, in her mind. “Uoooaggghh…” she moans one more time. The pain within and without her has subsided, or at least numbed by her relief. She has a dopey smile and glazed eyes, one she feels is well-earned. The crimson that has overloaded them disappeared, turning back to their natural black, even being tinged in a bit of blue, out of joy for her deeds. A great chunk of her knows that she’s done just about everything wrong, but the part of her that is unbelievably happy at such a thing is...small, but EXTREMELY vocal. Her spiky ears wibble in joy, her inflamed tail flocks about, her feet splash in her excretions. She doesn’t even mind that just about everyone witnessed her, having never locked the doors to either the bathroom or stall. As soon as the moans and sounds of rushing waters stop, only a deafening silence remains. Guinevere is terrified for her job, Moldra is ready to explode, Felix has a look of disgust, and Sasha… Sasha doesn’t care. She has a sly smirk, one quite smug at getting the one-up against her captors. She wonders if the Dark Goddess, her mother would be proud at her defiance of the mortals, using their own asinine rules, systems, and conditions against them. Somewhere, she has to be laughing… ...Though the smiles don’t last long as Mrs. Einsfield holds her by her ear, dragging her through her own puddles. “Go,” she says in a tone that could put fear into all four of the goddesses watching them. “A-are you--,” stutters Guinea. “I’ve. Said. Go.” Without any additional words, Guinea carries Felix’s hefty self and evacuates from the storm a-brewing within the bathroom. Moldra continues to drag Sasha, who's starting to understand the sheer power of the old ex-adventurer. The ire-filled Einsfield digs two of her bony fingers straight into the demon’s forehead, bringing back up her sheet. She squints in disgust, watching the alarms the institute installed within her blare, watching the number at one specific statistic on her rise, watching the girl shift her expressions from smug pride to a childish terror. <Accident!! Accident!!> <Sasha X has had an Accident!> <Current Total: 5!> <Accident!! Accident!!> Moldra drags the girl throughout the hallways, silently simmering in her wrath at first, before breaking the quiet halls with “You do know what this means, correct?” “W—what?! K-k-kill me? Do you w-w-w-worst!” “Oh, no… I have something more… suitable than that.” The blizzard outside howls louder as Moldra looks at one more stat: Sasha’s hip size.

View File Wetting and masturbation Video i found somewhere a while back don't know who the original creator is but figured id upload it Submitter gscoolis Submitted 08/13/2020 Category Female  

View File German Abdl DVD compilation (Vol.1 Soaking wet diapers) This is a DVD rip of 4 German abdl fetish videos that I found on vk.com. Note: the first video "Die neidische Schwester"(Jelous sisters) is more of a movie, since Its an hour long and actually has a story to it. (see in DVD cover picture) This is sadly a very low quality DVD rip. The DVD is actually still up for sale and can be still be bought at baby-doll.com: https://baby-doll.shop/Volle-Windeln If anyone has these videos in better quality then please let me know! Submitter Drag3n Submitted 08/12/2020 Category Female  

View File Rachel's Dip-Stravaganza Part 3 My third and final installment of my dip-stravaganza! Enjoy, Rachel *** May be a few messing videos in here *** Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/12/2020 Category Female  

View File Rachel's Dip-Stravaganza Part 2 Part two of my dip-stravaganza collection of random diaper videos. I don't know where most of these came from but there are some gems in here. Enjoy, Rachel Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/11/2020 Category Female  

Rachel's Dip-Stravaganza Part 1 View File Some diaper-related videos I've been holding on to for a little while. Bit of a mixed bag, and I'm not sure where all of them came from, but some fun content. Enjoy, Rachel Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/11/2020 Category Female  

What is proof-reading? What is grammer? Hopefully It's not too bad! Just a short prompt I thought up for a character, I kinda wanted a new story to work on that could get right into the stuff that people really like to read... I'd still try to keep up the same writing style though. Introduction H-hello... My name is Kairi, and I'm... I'm pretty gross! I'm 23 years old, and I like sewing and crafts, but I also like some weird things... It's humiliating... but I like to be humiliated, ironic right? For some reason I just get really excited when people look at me with shame... It's even more disgusting because my favorite way of achieving this is having "accidents". I like to... relieve myself... almost exclusively in public! The thrill I get from it is... unmatched by anything! I remember in elementary school I got pulled into a lot of parent teacher conferences, for doing similar things. I would pee myself in the bathroom at school, standing in the middle of the floor. One time I got caught being, really bold and stood at the door to the bathroom and completely soaked my skirt. That's when some students had saw me, I had never actually been caught and this time, writing it off as an accident... didn't really convince anybody... My mom actually considered buying diapers for me, and when I heard that I was so excited, I had to stop myself from smiling. There was a lot of consideration, I actually wet my bed on purpose about a week after that. I even moved the sheets over just to make it obvious to what I had done. She scolded my so harshly it actually scared me so much that I stopped doing it. In the end sadly enough she never had to... since my "condition" cleared up. I guess I'm writing this because recently I... got a girlfriend! I wasn't even sure if I was really like that up until now. I mean I guess I did like girls that way, but to have this happen it's pretty new to me but I think it's amazing! To be honest, we had a really embarrassing start... When I moved out for the first time for college, I was alone at first for a few months since my roommate had came later in the semester. This gave me freedom I never knew. Once again my humiliation play found itself into my daily life. It was amazing, I could do pretty much anything that my twisted mind could imagine in that room. Well... one day later in the semester, I never stopped my playtime, even when my roommate arrived, So when she was out for the weekend, I took full advantage of that privacy... I was wearing a diaper from the pack I ordered discreetly to my address, and school girl uniform I made by hand. I had planned to masturbate in front of my window so I could imagine all the imaginary stares, as I completely filled my padding with everything my body had. Suddenly This girl I didn't know walked right through my door. There was a decently awkward pause... All I could say was sorry and I ran into the bathroom, and hid there for like 3 hours! Oddly enough it was actually a major turn on, but then later I realized she was in my class... and I began to panic. I'd never really had to confront someone that had seen me do something so gross. I've always done it to people outside of my social groups, but now someone here knew! What made it worse is I overslept the next morning, and when I went into the class all the seats were taken... except for the one next to her. I almost left the class before the professor rushed me. So here I was sitting next to her, it was so horrible! I couldn't move, the anxiety got to me eventually, and I started to tear up. I couldn't speak either but I tried to write her a apologizing note, but my hands were shaking too much. Once class was over she didn't move, but just as I was moving she grabbed me by the arm. I end up apologizing, as I started to sob again. I'll never forget what she said to me! "Come to my dorm dressed like you were yesterday, 224B second floor. If you don't I'll tell the class what you were doin." Her grip tightened, just as she let me go. I was so scared, I just nodded and walked away shaking. That night I did as she said, I made up an excuse for my roommate, and took a back pack with my stuff to the public restroom and changed there. the whole time i was shaking so bad I could barely put the tapes on the diaper i was wearing. I hurriedly left, with an awkward jog/ waddle to the other dorm building. Thankfully it was late enough that not many students were out. I was so scared I tripped and scrapped my knee, but I didn't have time to care. I couldn't have this happen... the whole thing was so ironic. I was trying to save myself from what I ultimately wanted. I guess I just never realized how scary true shame and humiliation could be. I could only think of how my school life would be ruined. I eventually found my self at the door labeled 224B after climbing up the stairs awkwardly. I had to knocked on the door with my shaking hand. I stood waiting, my knee stung with pain. Soon I could hear someone walking to the door, and the lock being turned. I stood red faced and shaking as the girl from my class stood with the door open. "Holy shit, come inside! She took my arm pulling me in." She closed the door, locking it behind us. "Wow, okay I didn't think you'd actually come over-" She must have noticed my shaking. "Hey, calm down okay? I'm not gonna tell anyone, anything okay?" She put her hand on my shoulder. "Seriously please calm down!" I tried doing as she said as I fell to my knees in relief. She brought over some tea shortly before, explaining her intentions. "Hey, honestly... you just looked really fucking cute yesterday..." I was shocked and embarrassed to hear that... someone finding me doing something so gross cute? She continued "I mean, I always kinda fancied, girls n' stuff. but was into some kinky stuff hehe..." She sheepishly laughed, scratching her head... "Could ya like talk to me? This isn't easy y'know, it's kinda embarrassin' too!" I spoke up "u-um I'm sorry again, I didn't think that something like that would happen... I'm sorry!" Looking up at her as she sat on her bed, she was pretty tall, but it might have just been me on my knees. She spoke again as she did pretty frankly. "Hey it's okay, it wasn't all that bad, but you were like... totally masturbating right? You like it when people watch huh?" I turned beat read I stayed silent, as I covered my face. I mumbled as I couldn't find the words to explain myself. "I'm just sorry, okay?" I couldn't really bring myself to face what had happened. Maybe if it was just normal masturbation I probably could have just gotten off with an embarrassed whoops... If I only I was normal. "You don't gotta apologize...", I could feel the empathy in her voice as she confided with my shameful desires. "You can't help it, you like what you like don't you?" I began to retract my hands that covered the few tears that welled in my eyes. "So this is what turns you on huh?" She flipped my skirt up with her foot, exposing the diaper I wore under the handmade skirt. I Tried to hastily cover myself but she quickly plopped down in front of me. "W-whoa, did you fall on your way here?" She pulled my scrapped knee up comically almost causing me to fall back on my back. "Y-yeah I was in a hurry... I was scared." She kinda got a sullen serious expression, "s-sorry, didn't mean for you to... end up like that..." She avoided eye contact, she seemed like one those people that have a hard time apologizing. It did feel somewhat genuine, especially since she even got up to get some peroxide and some band aids. I didn't think the wound was all that bad, but I guess she felt responsible, so I went with it. I might have taken it a bit far... I did get a whole meal out of her... I mean it was kinda her fault for making me run all they way over here like that... Also she should have knocked!!! Anyway some things happened and I spent the night at her dorm. She insisted I stayed over, since I feared going all the way back to my own... It was her idea, but she figured we should have some drinks together, because she wanted to get to know me. It was pretty awkward at first with just the tv on. It wasn't long before she started hitting me with some more intimate questions "So your into exhibition? or just like the humiliation?" She asked grinning. I was still embarrassed but the beer lightened my tongue. "uh, I mean I guess both. I just get... you know, kinda excited when people look at me like that..." I felt weird saying it but It also felt relaxing to be able to tell someone else something I've kept so dear to myself. "Hey, I'm sorry I actually... don't know who you are? What's your name?" I asked curiously. She thought for a minute. before responding "oh I guess I only know your dorm mate... I'm a friend of hers. My name's Misao, you can just call me Misao" she grinned as she leaned closer over the table. "I think ya can call me that, seein' how close we've gotten~" She hiccuped, drunkenly. I laughed snorting, as I choked on my beer. "Ah, okay then Misao, I'm Kairi!" It really was just crazy how quickly we became friends over such a insane event. Although I felt some strange excitement in the events currently unfolding.

View File Rachel's Pad-Stravaganza Just a handful of pad-related films I found recently, some might be re-posts but I don't recall seeing them here before. Enjoy, Rachel Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/11/2020 Category Female  

View File (Plastic Nappy.com) Regression With Plastic Nanny (Parts 1-3) Description(found on website)(edited): P1: Nanny put baby Sasha in to a cute clear Plastic Dress and a diaper with plastic pants, which she wets, and then Nanny changes her. P2: Sasha is tired, so its time for Nanny to put her to bed in soft sumptuous Plastic Bed Sheets!. P3: Nanny has her bottle ready and gives it to sasha who starts sucking away. And once done, she drifts off to sleep sleep sucking on her pacifier. Her regression from a teen girl to teen baby is now complete! Submitter Drag3n Submitted 08/11/2020 Category Female  

View File Story Time: Pullups At School A lovely woman tells the story of wearing pullups to school all the while wearing a pair. I've been in her shoes and it was lovely to hear the story (with adorable visuals). Enjoy, Rachel Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/10/2020 Category Female  

What is your diaper status? wet, dry, full, damp, etc.. My diaper is wet, I last changed an hour ago.

View File Vintage French ABDL Video I don't recall seeing this posted before, but it's an older ABDL video. Enjoy, Rachel Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/10/2020 Category Female  

Apologies if this question has been asked before. I did a search, but there were too many diaper-related themes to check. Does anyone know of scenarios in everyday life where people would wear diapers? I’m not talking about babies or infirm/elderly people, but people with normal bladder/bowel control in situations where there is no access to a toilet. The two that I know of are: astronauts in spacesuits people who do deep sea scuba diving Does anyone know of other examples? For example, what about people who are doing solo ocean sailing? Presumably, they have to be prepared for occasions when bad conditions make it impossible to leave the tiller?

View File Tara - ABS & XtremeDiaper 27 videos of Tara from Adult Baby Source and XtremeDiaper! Enjoy. Submitter diaperzzz42 Submitted 08/10/2020 Category Female  

*I apologize for writing a novella ahead of time* Coming to you live at 9 am in a puddle of piss and messy nasty panties It’s wonderful to see y’all again! Even though I’ve been gone for a while I was always still lurking in the background and compiling in preparation for my return. I’ve been a little busy over the last year or so getting healthy and myself together. I’ve discovered some things about myself. I’ve actually dropped around 160 POUNDS!! discovered a pretty good hour glass figure I didn’t know I had. I found a new video editing app Also discovered I have a MUCH deeper love for the messing ASSpect I’m DEFINITELY still wetting and I’m still doing messing content (as I said before I’m in a messy situation already) I also have a new (protected) Piss/Mess bed!!!!! (thank goodness for upgrades, people) I have so many new stories, pictures, and things to talk about! I’m excited to get into posting again! I want to let you guys know I do ALSO offer custom content and videos and personal interactions now as well. So here is the link to my Onlyfans, no, I’m not here to drain your wallets or empty your bank accounts (trust me that is so unnecessary). I have free stories and pictures that I will be posting here to “freshen” up the content! But: I have other videos/photos that I’ve worked hard on practiced to perfect. I absolutely love wetting and messing myself (no one except for myself and a few lucky others, who enjoy this, have had to clean up) I currently live in an apartment where I have to take my clothing/sheets to the laundromat and unfortunately that cost adds up(I’d love to eventually be able to get my own washer and dryer lol) So I’m more just looking help to cover that. Also, what better trade than a custom video for a cheap price and knowing you helped me get my laundry done so I can continuously provide new content! lmao! Like previously stated, I’m MORE than happy to post some free pictures/stories/teasers here to keep it lively! and these stories are real, genuine first hand accounts (unlike some things I’m seeing ) because I share the same love and value in it as you guys. My pants/panties/Bed are my toilet, I’m better off not going in my new bed, but that’s why I keep the old bed close on the floor. Some of the things are planned, most of them are accidents, and sometimes life sucks and you just got to “let things go” I do try to stay dry and keep from messing myself, but sometimes I get mad and you gotta do what you gotta do to make yourself feel better! Again I’m sorry I wrote a novel. I wanted to let you all know that I AM back and I’m writing to you in a couple hours old wet panties on my mess bed(there’s a preview below!!!) I love and appreciate you guys and I cannot wait to share some of my videos/pictures/Stories with you guys! The Link: https://onlyfans.com/cas-a-frass and here are some pictures for ya BLACK AND WHITE photo/ Me with my legs crossed are the ones of me CURRENTLY (Messy and wet )