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Disclaimer! this is PinkTheDinosaur's story. they have given me permission to post it on here. I do not own it! “SPIDER!” my little sister Annabelle screamed at the top of her lungs. “STOP SCREAMING!” I screamed back at her before running over and killing the damn spider. “Look, just go downstairs and look through some of the stuff down there!” Annabelle was 8 years old and had a very high pitched scream that I absolutely could not stand. So far that had been her 4th time screaming her head off and I would rather clear out this attic myself than to hear her scream near me one more time. Why are we cleaning the attic? Well because we're selling my grandmas house. About 5 months ago my grandma got really sick and died just 2 weeks later. It was a very sad time for us all. Anyway, my mom couldn't afford to keep both our hose and my grandma's house so she decided to get everything out and go through it. Some stuff we are selling, some were giving to goodwill, and some were keeping. My sister was in tears after I yelled at her but what do you expect? A 16-year-old brother can only handle so much screaming. But Annabelle did climb down the ladder leading to the attic crying so it wouldn't be so bad. Mom might be a little mad at me for yelling at her but even she knows how much of a pain it can be to hear my sister scream. I was about to get back to taking stuff down the ladder when I suddenly heard something slam shut. Looking back I could see the door to the attic had closed shut. Shit! I went over and tried to reopen the door but it wouldn't budge. Whoever made it, made it so that it can only be opened from the outside. “Perfect,” I whisper as I pulled out my phone to text my mom. She had a few things to do today so she left the two of us here to clear out the attic. ‘Hi mom, Annabelle’s screaming was getting on my nerves so I sent her downstairs. She must have accidentally knocked the ladder and now I'm stuck up here.’ I texted my mom. ‘Ok, I'm almost done with my shopping and I'll be back in 30 minutes.” she texted me back. great, stuck up here with nothing to do. My grandma doesn't have internet and my phone doesn't have any apps so I'm already bored. Not long after that, I hired the phone ring downstairs. Most likely mom checking on Anna. I take a look over at the boxes still up here and I decided to open a few and see whats inside. Maybe I could find something cool and call dibs on it. the first box had nothing but clothes in it, the next had old photos, and finally the last I checked actually had stuff in it! Most of it was old junk that I wouldn't have any use for. But it was still neat to look at some of it. Then I noticed something, a little pink box. I grabbed it and just looked at it. Out of everything in the box this one looked a little out of place. As I opened it, I let out a small giggle. It was a pink diaper with the word ‘princess’ on the front. On the back was just a large red hart. “Why was this up here?” I asked myself before tossing the diaper and continued to look through my grandma's stuff. But then I heard something, a small rustling sound, was it a rat!? I quickly turn around to see nothing. Then I hear the rustling again and I turned to look at the attic door. But again nothing was there, well except for the diaper. Just then I realized the rustling sound must have been the diaper. but what I didn't realize was it wasn't in the spot I tossed it at. I decided I should actually pick it up and put it back in the box before mom gets back. As I walk over and try to pick it up however the diaper suddenly leaps into the air and clamped onto my face! What the fuck! I immediately start fracking out as I try to pull the diaper off my face when I suddenly fall down. “Ow,” I say as I rub my head and release the diaper is off my face but notice it's trying to make its way into my pants! I immediately grab onto it and tried as hard as I could to pull on it, but It just would not budge! I might be scrawny but I can't be this week! But my hands slip and the diaper went right into my pants. I quickly stand up as I feel the diaper moving around in my underwear! I immediately pull down both my pants and underwear just as the diaper tapes itself onto me and started releasing a thick pink smoke! “What the hell!” I yell out before I start coughing and I close my eyes. With my eyes closed, I didn't see my clothes began to disappear and soon replaced by different clothes. When I finally was able to open my eyes I screamed as I looked down. I now had knee-length socks and black shoes. My pants were gone and I was now wearing a pink frilly skirt that only covered half of the pink diaper. My shirt was replaced with a short-sleeved pink shirt that didn't even cover my bellybutton with a red vest red ribbons over it. And if I had a mirror I would see that my dark hair has turned into a light pink color with a small ow sicking out the side of my head! “W-w-what the…” I said weakly as my body starts shaking slightly. "What the hell was going on here!" I then began pulling at everything, trying as hard as I can to remove any of it! “You can't take me off.” I heard someone say and I immediately jumped and began looking around. “Who said that?” I asked as I saw no one else around me. “I am Pardie,” the voice said again. “Where are you!” I asked. “Look down.” the voice said and when I did all I could see was the diaper. “What do you mean? All I see is the diaper.” I tell the voice. Suddenly the diaper began to swell and get bigger forcing my legs apart! “I am the diaper.” the voice said before deflating back to the original size. (the name pardie is diaper with the letters changed around) “T-this can't be happening,” I say as I really start to freak out. “Ow, but it is princess, and now it's time for you to save your kingdom,” Pardie told me and suddenly the diaper began letting out even more smoke. “NOT AGAIN!” I yelled as I closed my eyes and began coughing again. When the smoke finally subsided and I was finally able to breathe again I opened my eyes to see I was no longer in the attic anymore. “WHAT THE HELL!” I screamed as I began to freak out. “THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! I was now inside an empty room with only a single window and a door. “Welcome to you castle princess,” Pardie said to me. “IM A BOY NOT A PRINCESS!” I screamed at the diaper and realized I'm losing my mind. There's no way I'm screaming at a talking diaper, or magically been taken somewhere else. “This has to be a dream. Ya, I must have slipped when I was picking up the diaper and hit my head.” I told myself. “You still don't believe this is real?” pardie asked. “Of course not!” I screamed. “Who in their right mind would think diapers could talk!” Suddenly I felt the diaper suddenly get really tight as it began shrinking! At first, it wasn't that bad, hell I figured it would just pop off as soon as it got small enough. But no, it soon felt like there was a vise clamped onto my nuts! Soon I was screaming in pain. “Do you believe this is real now princess?” pardie asked. “YES!” I screamed just wanting the pain to be over and thankfully the diaper went back to normal. “What is going on here?” I asked the diaper as soon as the pain in my crotch went away. “You are here to save your kingdom princess.” pardie told me. “What kingdom?” I asked and suddenly heard screaming coming from outside the window. I immediately ran over to the window and looked outside and my jaw dropped. I was in some sort of tower looking down at a vast beautiful city. But with a closer look, I could see people running around screaming as buildings were lit on fire. Then I saw the case of the fire, a large lion with goat horns was breathing fire! “Princes, it's time for you to save your kingdom,” Pardie told me as I nearly pissed my diaper.

Hello everyone! I was buying diapers online for the first time from ABU, and I noticed that they're looking for new warehouse staff. I clicked the link just to see what it was about, and it looked like pretty standard stuff. But then at the bottom it says the employee will get 80 free diapers every month! That seems insane to me, so I felt like I should share this here. Maybe someone from this site will get the job and enjoy the benefits. Good luck!

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

(So this is gonna be my first pov writing I hope you enjoy) you were walking back home home from work back to your apartment in the city we’re you knew your boyfriend was waiting at home cooking dinner you walk into the apartment and drop your things on the floor and take a sigh of relief “hey beautiful hard day at work” he looked at you and asked with a smile ”yeah just tiered as hell” you groaned he gave you a hot drink sat at the table and talk about each other’s day ,night time fell quickly you slipped I to your pjs and crawled into bed with your boyfriend and fell into a blissful sleep. A few hours later you wake up with a warm sensation on the side of your body you slowly open your eyes to see your boyfriend had and still is peeing the bed, instead of getting mad and yelling a genius Idea popped into your head you crawled out of bed slowly and showered and put on some clean clothes and went to the store the next morning your boyfriend was completely refurbished he was now in a cot with restraints tying his ankles and wrist down and he was in a thick diaper and had a binky in his mouth his eyes slowly fluttered open as he tried to get up and stretched he realised he couldn’t ”uhh babe what’s going on” he asked confused and flustered (part 2 coming soon )

Which female diaper design do you find the sexiest?

Hey guys my name is Lara Croft, I’m a famous adventurer and explorer. Now I’ll be telling you the side of the story you don’t get to see usually. These stories will portray my naughty side that I like to hide away and I think it’s time to let it out. Two years ago I found this tomb that claims it has the key to Atlantis, yes the lost city of Atlantis. When I walked inside I could feel the cave getting hotter, I was sweating so much and after stopping to breathe. I accidentally leaned back and broke the wall and it revealed to be a pool of lava, no wonder why it was so hot. I continued on, but it was no use the heat of lava made me not concentrate properly as I almost fell down a cliff, so what I did was I stripped completely nude and it helped so much. I felt so much better, I could concentrate better on the objective and after walking on the edge of the cliff I really had to spend a penny (this usually happens when I over hydrate myself). I’ve never been a fan of tinkling in ancient tombs and that’s the reason why I love wearing nappies and I wear them because I’ve got such a weak bladder. Now this hasn’t been a good friend to me because usually when I have to hide somewhere my stupid bladder likes to empty there and I cannot forget the time when I had to crap so badly and I fart giving away my position and the I shat myself tied up. So I soldiered on, I walked past countless traps and booby traps, I could feel it growing and I could feel how desperate I needed to powder my nose. In a few seconds I made it to the main room where the key was stored, as I walked slowly towards it a wave of desperation struck me, I knew I wouldn’t make it and there is no way I’m putting my nappy back on because I was intrigued for some reason to pee in an ancient tomb for the second time. You’ll probably be wondering what happened the first time, well what really happened was... On my first expedition I drank too much water that I really, really had to go and then couldn’t hold it in any longer and I wet my cargo pants. So I grabbed the key and nothing happened after taking it and I definitely could not bare it anymore, so I bend down and popped a squat and weed in seconds. Also something you should know about me is that this is my fetish, I love to purposely hold it in longer and I extremely love it when I can’t hold anymore back. Then all I remember afterwards is hearing a big WHACK! and then waking up in a camp, I knocked unconscious and I woke up in bondages and I didn’t finish emptying my bladder! I was fidgeting so much as I could even squeeze my bladder (a trick I find helps hold it in better) because of chains that covers my naked exposed pussy and there’s no way of taking it off by just yourself. I guy came in shortly after that and already peeked inside my bag as he started name calling me “diaper girl”, now these guys know my secrets. Now I see this guy looks up at me and I can spot a boner, I then seduce him to come closer and force him to take off the chains, but he didn’t want to and I got so fed up with him. But then I hear a dripping noise and I realised that I’m weeing, he then take it off for me then and then I realised that he is wearing a mask and he takes it off and it’s my good friend Jonah, who is usually my hero when I’m a damsel in distress. To Be Continued...

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.

New Goodnite Wetting So this is from a while back when the new Goodnites designs came out, and I found it lurking on my computer. It was the end of a long day, and all I wanted to do was curl up on the coach with a glass of wine, a warm husband at my side, and a passably decent program or movie to binge on. When most stories start this way, they quickly take a sharp turn. Fortunately for our heroine, this evening would basically play out as ordered. I came home from work after a rather long day and hurried through my adulating for the evening. After cleaning a little and making half of dinner my husband came home and helped out with the second half and we manoeuvred our plates over to the couch to watch some telly. About 10 minutes into our show, I hopped up, and went into the bedroom to change from the sweatpants I had thrown on when I got home, into something a little more comfortable. I stripped naked and pulled on one of the new Goodnites that have been enticing me from a side of my panty drawer. I know I’ll get nostalgic for the old ones soon (and I’ve still got a bunch stashed away), but I love new diapers and was really in need of some diaper cuddle times. So I slipped on the first one on top (a beautiful purple one), and then layered more comfortable things on top (a soft and comfortable sports bra and an adorable animal onesie, with warm socks). I then headed into the kitchen and cracked a bottle of red wine and picked up some glasses. My husband eyed me a little suspiciously from the couch. We’ve been married for long enough for him not to be surprised when ‘professional’ Rachel nips out and is replaced with ‘little’ Rachel, but he never quite knows what I’ve got underneath or what I’ve got planned. Tonight, all I had planned was snuggling and TV, and he quickly found out what I had on underneath when he patted my bottom as I shimmied past him back to my spot on the couch. Now, as many of you will know, I typically will pull on some protection if I’m drinking a lot, as I’m still prone to bed wetting when I indulge in various substances a little too much. Tonight wasn’t going to be a ‘get wrecked, soak the bed’ kind of night, it was a weeknight after all, but the Goodnite made me feel adorable, comfortable, and little. And if it kept the bed dry in the unlikely event of an accident after only 2 glasses of wine, then so be it. The evening passed uneventfully, and because it was already on, I opted to wear the Goodnite to bed. Despite it being rather cold here in Vancouver these past few days, I wasn’t going to sleep in my onesie (plus the tail gets in the way), so I stripped down to just my Goodnites before crawling into bed. I recall somewhat aggressively snuggling my hubby, and very possibly wrapping myself around one of his legs, like a little monkey, before falling asleep. I don’t recall my dreams but they were sensuous and comforting. ---- The next morning I got to sleep in (another factor encouraging the evening’s more relaxed approach), so I lounged in bed long after my hubby had got up and left for work. Luxuriating in a warm bed in nothing but a diaper is an incredibly sensual experience, and I languished in my nest of covers and sheets. I reached down to check the status of my Goodnite and found that it was dry, not that this surprised me all that much. The night before I had only had two glasses of wine and had gone to the bathroom before bed. But now I did have to pee, and it was going to drive me out of the comfort of my warm nest. Instead of getting up the use the toilet like a proper lady, I continued to languish, and then just relaxed and peed while lying on my back. I love the warm wet feeling of peeing into a diaper while on ones back, the feeling of hot pee running down my sex and pooling under my bum is divine. Still a little paranoid about the new Goodnites, I check to see whether they had leaked. My sheets were dry and my girl parts suffused in warmth. I lay there a little longer, and then decided I definitely needed an orgasm before getting out of bed. I rolled over, extricated my favourite vibrator from the bedside table, and used it on the outside of my wet diaper to bring myself to a floodingly warm and gooey climax in only a couple of minutes. After I had sufficiently recovered, I peeled myself out of bed and padded into the bathroom. There I snapped a couple of pictures of my Goodnite before wrapping it up and hopping in the shower. Rach I'm still selling my dirty panties, for those who might be interested! https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties

Hello Omo Org Long time lurker who is currently trying to find out about a rather old ABDL video. Wondering if anyone can help me out. A long time ago around the mid to late 2000s, there was an ABDL video website that posted a lot of videos. I distinctly remember that it was not abdlvids.com but another website that was operating around the same time. The video looked to be filmed in either the 70s or 80s and the opening shot of a sign on the wall stating "AB Clinic". The film featured a blonde woman taking care of two adult babies, one male and female. It was memorable and decently erotic with some odd humor. The male in the film kept making every opportunity for the nurse to stick her hand in his diaper. At one point the girl pours a bottle of beer into a baby bottle and drinks it. Unfortunately the website closed down in late 2009 and despite my efforts, I have not found anything online across a multitude of sites. I must have tried using the terms "70s", "80s", "vintage", and "diaper porn" in a several different orders to no avail. The only time I recall seeing another screenshot was on a daily diapers forum where a poster mentioned they used to have this on betamax. I saved a few screenshots of that post and added them below. I am hoping that someone out there happened to see this video as well. Not many videos of ABDL existed in the 70s and 80s so I found this as a special needle in a haystack. Any help would be appreciated. Sincerely, Beelze aka wootwoot2

So I’ve been into diapers for quite a while, and I LOVE being in a wet diaper for as long as I can, even if it starts to leak. However, I’ve never been able to get into the messing side. And I missing out of something fun? What do y’all think? what’s more fun: wetting or messing?

I'm looking for methods that will make me orgasm very hard. I mostly only get to use Drynites or Molicare taped diapers that are way to big for me. Like, my penis is very big when i have a boner in my Drynites. So maybe something about that? What ways would you recommend to get off in diapers?(messing is a no and wetting is a yes for me). (side question: what do you think about sleeping in Drynites after you came in them?)

Easter Bedwetting Part 1 The sun was shining on a Thursday morning. Allison was having a pleasant dream about a fantasy world as a princess. She and her younger sister were wearing long dresses as they played with dolls. Unlike normal dolls, these dolls were fancy and most likely way out of budget for a normal person with a day job. Allison adored her younger sister's dress that was light blue and worked well for her light blonde hair. It built her adorable essence as a six-year-old girl would. She looked at her own dress which was light pink with some curves that were developing for a twelve-year-old girl with light blonde hair. Allison soon felt a need to pee, “I need to use the little princess room,” Allison states to her sister. She smiles back as Allison finds the toilet. Once sitting on the throne, Allison began to relieve herself. A slight noise of a door creaking open caused Allison to groggily open her eyes. There stood in front of the waking girl a younger girl with the same hair color. Allison knew her sister had come to greet her in the morning. “Someone’s bed is wet,” stated the young girl. They stood there for a few seconds without speaking as Allison was scared to confirm if that was true or not. “April fools!” the young girl answers back. Allison sighs at her sister, “I really shouldn’t have taught you that, Claire.” It was Thursday only a few days before Easter, yet Allison’s sister Claire still made April fools joke when Allison taught her about them. However, moving her legs Allison found that it wasn’t a joke. “Well, ummm, it actually wasn’t a joke though…” Allison began to sob. Claire goes up to Allison and hugs her, “Aw, it’s okay Ally.” She lets go and gives a concerned look that grows into a smile. “It's okay that you wet the bed, let's go and get some breakfast!” Allison still felt down but felt a little better seeing the smile on her younger sister. She got up and removed her sheets—a process she’s done the last few days. According to her sister, breakfast was probably ready so Allison stripped of her soaked pajama clothing and put on a set of clean clothes. She’d like to take a bath soon, but if she was going to go eat breakfast it’d be wiser to change her clothes first then stay in the wet stained ones. Then she put the dirty clothes in the dirty clothes basket. Walking out of her room and down the short set of stairs around the corner, to a dining hall to the right. Allison found her sister smiling at her seat with pancakes on her plate, and a middle-aged blonde-haired woman smiling directly at her. This woman still looked pretty young for her age and adored both Allison and Claire as a mother should. Allison’s mother looks over at her, “Oh hun, did you get ready already?” Despite wanting to say that she did, Allison knew the reality wasn’t that. “Not yet…” was the only thing she could respond to. The smile from her mother turned to a look of concern, “Oh…did you have another accident last night?” Allison felt rather embarrassed that she didn’t feel like responding and only nodded. “That’s okay sweetie, it’ll be fine I’m sure. Just hand me the wet sheets and I’ll take care of them all alright. So just eat up and try and forget about it.” After hearing her mother finish, Allison sat in her seat next to Claire and began to eat buttered pancakes. After taking a few bites, Allison’s mother spoke up again, “Allison, your father and I talked about it, we know you’ll probably hate this, but we think it’d be smart if we got you some protection at night.” Allison was ashamed to hear the thought, “You mean like diapers?” Once she mentioned “diapers,” she heard her sister Claire giggling. “Well, it would be better than waking up to a wet bed wouldn’t it?” Allison’s mother suggested. “And I’d bet you’d be cute,” Claire added. Allison tried to ignore Claire’s comment, “Yeah, I suppose you are right mom.” “Okay good, plus we do have the trip tomorrow to Grandma’s for Easter. I think it’d be a wise decision to go get them after you get ready then. Also, I’m proud of you to accept it, hun!” With the declaration made, they enjoyed their meal and Allison made her way to take a bath after handing her wet sheets and clothes to her mother. During Allison’s bath, Allison couldn’t help but think about the predicament she was in. So I’ll have to get diapers, well just for night time. I suppose things could be worse, but I guess I just have to accept that I’m a bedwetter now. It’ll definitely help us not have to clean as much after making a mess. Allison smiled to herself accepting the decision that was made. Plus, maybe Claire could be right and they’d look cute on me. She giggled at the thought. Though I doubt that, but it might actually not be that bad. Sure they are for babies, but some of the designs are cute…well for babies. Now that I’m thinking about it, it really doesn’t sound that bad at all now. Allison smiled to herself as she continued to enjoy her bath. Once her soothing bath finished, Allison put the clothes she had back on and told her mother that she was ready to go. They rounded Claire up to join them as they went to the store to get some items for the trip to their Grandma’s—which included “protection.” At the nearby Walmart, they found all the items on the list except for one—Allison’s “protection.” Allison blushed with embarrassment at the idea aisle they were heading to. She almost wished they could keep walking forever or turn around for how nervous she felt. Unfortunately, the walk to the diaper aisle was only a short jaunt. There Allison eyed several brands of diapers lined on the shelves. The one that really caught her eye was the Pampers brand diapers. They had all the different sizes ranging from one to seven. Each package had a different design for each size. She scanned the designs and sizes to see if she could find the one that would fit her. Many of the smaller sizes were made for babies, but the size seven seemed like it would fit her best. Even for a slowly developing girl, Allison was still more on the small size. So even a size seven Pampers diaper should easily fit her. Looking at the packages, an Elmo design came to Allison’s mind. Allison remembers she enjoyed watching Sesame Street when she was younger, so maybe it’d be rather fitting then. However, Allison thought to herself that these were baby diapers and she wasn’t a baby. So Allison did her best to keep her attention away from the packages. She did a good job until she heard Claire speak up. “Mommy, wouldn’t this work for Ally?” Claire spoke holding up a package of Pampers size 7. Allison wanted to speak up and suggest a different idea, but she decided to wait and see how it played out. “Oh, I bet this would be cute on Ally huh?” Their mother responded taking the package. Allison blushed and felt frozen stiff even if she wanted to speak up. “But she doesn’t need actual diapers, just something to hold her for the night like Goodnites.” Allison’s mother then put the package back on the shelf and walked to get a package of Goodnites for girls. The design for the goodnite showcased hearts and flowers and other patterns. “These will be cute too!” Claire spoke up. Allison was frozen stiff due to the mass embarrassment she had to endure. “Don’t you think?” Claire turned her attention to Allison asking her opinion on the design. Allison couldn’t deny that it was still pretty cute. “Yeah, they’re cute,” was all Allison could muster. “I’m glad to hear that,” their mother stated. “Sorry hun if you are feeling a little embarrassed, we’ll try and get out of here shortly alright?” After hearing her mother, Allison just followed behind silently. At the cash register, Allison wanted to look away as all the items were scanned including her Goodnites package. However, no specific comments were made than the usual routine. The cashier looked to be a girl in her twenties, probably having a day job being in college. With red-hair tied in a pony-tail, her emerald eyes looked at Allison with a bright smile. Allison didn’t want to look too into it so she just walked behind her mother as they left the store. Once they returned home, Allison was given her package of goodnites to hold in her room to make sure she puts one on each night. Allison also began to pack her things for the trip. Starting with her clothes, some cute things like a few dresses and a plain shirt and several skirts. Knowing that the location was just her grandma’s, Allison didn’t think to bring anything special for clothing than what she found comfy or cute. Next, Allison began to pack her bathroom stuff only leaving the bare minimum of a toothbrush and toothpaste she’d use that night before packing. Then she found herself back in her room at night fully packed and ready. However, Allison realized she did forget one item—her Goodnites. She decided to ask her mother how she should pack them as she didn’t leave much room for them. In the kitchen once again, she found her mother cooking and getting dinner ready for when the father would arrive after a good day at work. “Um, Mom?” Allison got her mother's attention. Turning to face the young girl, Allison’s mother smiled. “Yes, dear?” “Umm well,” Allison felt slightly shy to mention the problem. “I’m all packed.” “Well, that’s good. Dinner should be done shortly as should your father gets home.” “Okay…well you see…” Allison blushed as her mother tilted her head. “I did finish packing, but I forgot to pack my…” Her voice lowered a bit. “My Goodnites and I don’t have any room left.” Allison turned an even brighter tomato. “Oh,” Her mother replied. “That’s okay, I’ll pack them with my stuff then. Just make sure to take two out for tonight and you can hand the rest to me alright?” “Okay,” Allison nodded. “That sounds good mommy. But can I ask, why two?” Her mother smiled, “One for tonight and the second one is just in case you wake up in the night and need it. Probably should be prepared just in case and can’t get access to the rest of them.” “Oh, that makes sense. I’ll go do that now then, where do you want the package?” “You can leave it on my bed.” “Alright, I’ll go do it now then.” Allison walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs finding her room. There she found the package of Goodnites with the young girl on the cover. She wasn’t sure if there was a specific way to open it but ignorantly tore the package open. Now with the package open, Allison shyly grabbed two of the paddings out setting them on her bed. She then walked over to her mother's master bedroom placing the package on the large blue comforter covering the bed. Allison walked back to her own room to find the two Goodnites left behind. Curious, Allison picked one up to see how it felt. The pink and purple garment had a rather odd soft touch at first. Allison imagined that it wouldn’t feel soft, but figures the padding must give it that texture. She wondered how it’d feel to actually wear given the odd inviting softness. A sound of the front door of the house echoed through the house which told Allison her father was home. More than likely dinner was ready as well. Allison put the soft padding of the Goodnite on her bed once again before heading down. Despite wanting to see how it felt while wearing, she knew she’d be testing one later that night anyway. Once downstairs, she found her family was already sitting at the dinner table. Allison found her seat next to Claire. Allison was happy to see that they were having steak for that night. With a fork and knife in her hand, Allison began to cut the meat for herself. She had always been allowed to cut her own food when she was about Claire’s age as she looks over to see Claire was awkwardly cutting her food. “Did you do it, hun?” Voiced a question from her mother. Allison knew that it was about the Goodnites. “Yup,” Allison nodded. “Did what?” Allison’s father questioned which Claire also piqued with the same thought. “Did what I ask to do with her Goodnites,” Allison’s mother stated. Just hearing it caused Allison to blush. “Oh, you did get her some protection then,” Her father stated. “Well that’s good, now you won’t have to worry about a wet bed again.” Allison’s father smiled at her, which she couldn’t help smile back. Even though she felt slightly embarrassed by the problem, everyone else didn’t seem to mind. So, Allison continued to eat her food. After dinner was finished, Allison helped Claire do the dishes and load them into the dishwasher. A process Allison wasn’t very fond of but it was something to help around the house. Though she understands Claire’s point of view is more of just a trivial chore at her age. But once she grew up, she’d probably understand, at least that’s what Allison hoped. Once the dishes were finished, Claire tugged on Allison’s shirt. “Ally, can we watch a movie?” Claire asked. “Sure, I’d love to watch something with you,” Allison answered back. “Go pick something and I’ll join you okay.” “Okay!” Claire beamed and trotted off. Allison was happy to have her younger sister, as it did give her an excuse for watching younger kid movies and shows. Even though she wasn’t that old herself, she knew she should be growing up regardless. Before going to her sister's room, Allison decided to answer her earlier curiosity. Its almost bedtime, it’ll be fine if I do this now. She walked into her room and picked up one of her Goodnites feeling the softness in her clutches again. Then she began to remove the light blue underwear tossing them into her dirty clothes basket. There she took the Goodnite and pulled it open and slid it on like a regular pair of underwear. The odd soft-touch remained, but a new wave emanated as the padding hit Allison’s rear. It wasn’t like regular underwear, but it did feel secure and oddly comforting. Allison couldn’t quite comprehend it but didn’t really mind wearing it for the time being. With her new padding equipped, she walked over to her sister's bedroom. Once she entered, she saw the room with pink walls and stuffed animals placed around. It was almost as if a magical unicorn dashed in with its rainbows turning everything cute. This was definitely fit for a little girl like her sister Claire who sat on her bed before a television screen clutching a stuffed rabbit. “What did you pick for us this time?” Allison asked the adorable Claire. “Oh, I picked Sleeping Beauty for us!” Claire smiled. Allison smiled back, “Oh good I love that one.” She quietly took her seat next to Claire as they started the film. Allison could only wonder if her sister could notice if she was wearing a Goodnite. Partway through the film near the end, Allison felt a need to urinate. It didn’t seem like she’d have to go right away so she probably could hold till the rest of the film, but it did make her think about the garment she currently wore. No, I don’t plan on using my Goodnite just to be lazy. Plus, I’d probably have to get another Goodnite and Mom most likely packed everything already. So, I’d better save this one. Once the film ended, Allison made her way to the bathroom making use of it. She then got ready for bed changing into her pajama shirt and pants that were both light blue with white dots. There she found at her door a young curious girl—her sister Claire. “Ally did you put it on?” Claire asked. It was clear she was interested in the Goodnite Allison was wearing. So, Allison nodded in response. “Can I see? Please?” Giving in to her younger sister’s pleads, Allison lowered her pajama pants exposing to her sister and the purple garment. “I was sort of embarrassed at first, but it's not that bad,” Allison stated. “Oh, you are cute!” Claire beamed. “Hehe, my diapered sister!” Allison blushed but was embraced by her younger sister. “It’ll be fine, I know it! I love you sis, goodnight!” “Aw, I love you too! Goodnight my sweet Claire,” Allison smiled back. She felt rather happy to have her sister’s support at the least. So following Claire out, she turned the lights off and crawled into her bed. Well, here I am wearing a Goodnite diaper. The day before we go to Grandma’s when I’d have hoped my bedwetting was going to stop before. But now I have to wear these at night. Though it is pretty soft so maybe I shouldn’t complain. At least I’ll be able to wake up in the morning without a wet bed! Allison reassured herself and felt contented enough and soon fell asleep.

A beautiful little game where you're a cartoon female operative/astronaut who's mission is to fix some stuff on Mars. There's no ending to this game really except for you just keep going until you get a bad end. Throughout your mission, you're gonna get facetimed by your boyfriend back on Earth constantly and you'll have to manage your bladder and bowels so that you won't have an accident in front of him. There's no male diaper art but there is male diaper dialogue stuff. Currently, there's only one minigame in this game (though there might be more in the future). This game is pretty short but it can be pretty fun and challenging too. Check the tags for gag warnings and enjoy: https://princessaika.itch.io/messages-from-mars

A woman walked through a door, looking like the very image of professional composure. Her dark brown hair was done up in a bun, her pinched chin was held high, and her brightly-painted lips were glued together in a sober expression. Her grey eyes also looked dead serious behind her thin-rimmed oval glasses. Her trim physique was clothed in a perfectly-tailored white-trimmed purple uniform that she carried elegantly. She stood at an intimidating height, aided by her upright posture and high-heeled shoes. Her left breast bore a nametag that read, "Susan 24-6449-AA, Executive Multi-Tower Coordinator, Tower Cluster 9, Region Beta-5" in two separate languages. As soon as the door closed, she hung her head and heaved out an exhausted sigh while her muscles relaxed. "Please tell me there's coffee," she panted. "It would be a crime if there weren't an ample supply of coffee in the break room on evaluation day," said the only other person in the room. She was a skinny woman about the same age with shoulder-length auburn hair that wasn't behaving today. Her uniform hung loose on her lounging figure, a sign of her recent weight loss. She was fiddling with her own nametag, which identified her as Lucinda 19-5604-B. "Have I been wearing this on the wrong side?" she asked as she held the plastic rectangle to her rather flat chest. "Everything was different at my old location." "I don't think it matters," Susan answered as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "I wear it on the left, but I'm pretty sure I've seen workers with it on the right." She closed her eyes and the corners of her lips turned up a little as she sampled the hot, aromatic drink. She opened her eyes just long enough to close them in pleasure again when she finally took the weight off her feet. She sighed a little as she practically cuddled the plush chair. Inevitably, an informal discussion of the evaluation began. "What's the damage look like from your angle?" Lucinda asked Susan as they both sipped their coffee. The spectacled brunette sighed again. "I thought the inspector was gonna bite my head off. I keep explaining to her we're a medium cluster operation here, but she keeps wanting to compare us to Blue Tower 26. 'Blue 26 doesn't do this,' 'Blue 26 doesn't do that.' That's all I've heard all day." "Blue Tower 26 is fusion. We do everything with fission." "Tell her that! I'll be lucky if the required change list is less than twenty pages. And that's assuming I still have the same position next season." "At least there's only one evaluation left." "Yeah, the most stressful one. Last season they humiliated me in front of the whole department. I almost wished they transferred me to the undervalley. Come to think of it, the experience was kind of like what I've just been through. Only instead of 'Blue Tower 26' they kept saying 'Deborah 15.'" Lucinda pondered that name for a moment. "Is she the one in finance? With the annoyingly cute voice and the even more annoyingly cute mole on her cheek?" "That's Debbie 28. But I bet her output is great, too. They let her eat cheese on her meat sandwiches. No, I'm talking about Debbie 15 in bullion recasting. Her output was so good in the last two seasons she's been in the morale videos and the form letters that come with the required change lists." "Really?" Lucinda asked. "The ones I got had a man. And I didn't think cheese was a big deal. Oh, wait, that was when I was in Bronze 18. The man who was a model worker, I mean." "The Bronze Towers are real behind, aren't they? Here everything's been gender-split since forever. Even stuff like form letters." "Yeah, in Bronze 18 the evals were done in groups by department, with no thought to gender. Just what we need to make the most stressful hour of the season even worse, right? Naturally I was inspected by a man half the time." "No wonder that tower got the axe." "Oh, you don't know the half of it. At any rate, I don't remember this Debbie 15." "I certainly do, and I remember a secret I heard about..." Lucinda began before cutting herself off. Something Susan said had just registered with her brain, and it took immediate precedence in the conversation. "What do you mean cheese isn't a big deal?" she asked with an accusatory edge to her voice. "I haven't had a bit in four seasons, and that was unauthorized." "I'm allowed six cubes of cheese a week," Susan said matter-of-factly as she raised the cup to her lips. She couldn't quite disguise her smugness. "I'd do such horrible things for that privilege!" Lucinda said the second she finished swallowing her mouthful of coffee. She practically licked her lips at the thought of so much cheese. "Sometimes I eat them all in one meal." "Don't rub it in!" Their playful banter helped them forget the stress they'd just escaped from, and the further stress to come. They only stopped joking and jeering once another worker joined them in the break room. "Will this day ever be over?" asked the downtrodden worker known as Pamela 45. She was a strawberry blonde whose angular features and robust figure contrasted the other two women. Today she didn't have her usual healthy vigor. "Possibly not," Lucinda said with a smile, "but there's coffee." "So how's your department holding up?" Susan asked. "Terrible!" Pam snarled. The other two woman actually flinched at the force of her answer. "It may not exist in a recognizable form next season. At this rate, that laser project's never gonna be finished." Once she had her coffee, she plopped herself down on a chair at the table with the others. "When's output evaluation?" "About fifteen minutes," Lucinda answered. "I guess there's no hope now," Pam said, her voice more melancholy than bilious now. "I should've requested more fruit. I'm gonna walk out there with nothing to show." There was a deathly silence. "I've heard that all the input requirements given after the last evaluation were oral," said Susan with feigned optimism. "I just hope you're right, and that I'm not the exception." She slumped down over the table, catching her head on her hand. "I need comfort food." "Here," Susan said as she got up from her seat. She walked over to where the meal containers were stored. "I've been saving this," she said, producing a handful of small cubes in silver wrappers from her box, "but you need it more than I do." "How do you have so much chocolate?" Pam asked, her eyes wide with awe as the little silver packages rained down on the table. "It's not all authorized." "Naughty, naughty," Lucinda chided playfully. Pam thanked her profusely, and began unwrapping the chocolate pieces. She inhaled once the first piece was free of its covering, and was thrilled to find it smelled completely fresh. "It's my week's allowance plus what Steven 11 gave me for a personal favor," Susan explained. After pausing to allow curiosity to build in her listeners, she elaborated. "A little session of class A intimate contact without informing the Breeding Network." "He gave you a week's allowance of chocolate for class A?" asked Lucinda, sounding like she could barely believe her ears. "What an innocent little boy." "I don't think this is fair," Pam said after she'd savored and swallowed the first piece. "Evaluating someone's output for one day a season, I mean. You can just have an off day and you're screwed up for the whole next season." "That's what the harnits are for," Lucinda said. "Yeah, but those units only tell them the basics. I mean, look at you." She pointed at Lucinda's midsection, which had been much fleshier when the woman began work at these towers. "They must've cut the wrong things out of your diet." "Well, there's no sense complaining," Lucinda said, blushing a little at being made a visual aid. "It's just what you gotta do." Pam decided she had a better use for her mouth than continuing the debate, and soon filled it with more chocolate. There wasn't much conversation in the break room until another worker came in. It was Brenda 89, sporting a new nametag with her new position and division. She had dark eyes, a bright smile, curly black hair, and flawless skin the color of coffee with a dash of cream. Her body was about as thin as Lucinda's, but her shape was just a little bit more pleasant. She strolled in like she had much more energy than the three older workers lounging around the room. She was greeted warmly, especially by her former supervisor. "How are things at the front desk?" Susan asked her little apprentice. "A nightmare!" Brenda said. Her elegant cheekbones disappeared behind scrunched-up skin as she grimaced in a comically exaggerated expression of pain. "I suppose I shouldn't expect happy news today," Susan quipped. "My position couldn't have changed at a worse time," Brenda explained. "No offense, Susan. I'm glad you helped me get here. I just wish everything was less hectic. Nobody knows where to go or who's responsible for what, and I don't know the system. Not the new branches, anyway. And you know what the worst part is?" No one would know for a while, because the angry young woman was interrupted by the door opening and a grinning blond-haired head popping in. "Would anyone here happen to know where last week's metallurgical reports are?" the woman asked without fully entering. She had perfectly primped hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a statuesque figure that made even Susan look misshapen. Pinned to her ample bust was a tag topped with the name "Deborah 15-1001-DD." Susan and Lucinda shot each other a knowing glance. They could picture her perfect output. "I haven't seen them since they were filed," Lucinda answered. "Well, they're not where they're supposed to be." "The last time this happened, the system couldn't track the file because you typed the forwarding code with the wrong alphabet extension," Brenda informed her. "You know what, I'd better double-check the code inputs," Debbie said. "So many letters and numbers these days." She laughed at her own remark that could barely be called a joke, and walked away. "I never told you the secret about Debbie 15," Lucinda said to Susan when the door finally closed. "What were we talking about?" asked Brenda, who was more concerned with continuing her own spiel. "Oh, I don't know," Lucinda said. Susan helped her memory. "Something about your tough transition?" "Oh, yeah. Isn't it great when they change stuff while training people on the old stuff?" Brenda asked rhetorically. "I've been sitting here thinking my eval went rough, but I should consider myself lucky I've had the same position all season," Susan said. "I know!" said Lucinda, who had experienced her fair share of upheavals. "It really cuts down the chaos." "Yes, I've been looking back longingly at my last evaluation," Brenda said. "Aren't you gonna have any coffee?" Lucinda asked. Brenda shook her head. "I'd better not cheat. I could do with a drink, though." She took a cup from the dispenser. "You mean you've already downed your quota?" "Long, long ago," she said as her cup filled with ice water. Everyone was surprised. "Since when does the Management put a cap on coffee consumption?" asked Pam, whose own consumption of the liquid was massive at the moment. "Since at least a quarter season ago. My harnit said it was finding too much caffeine." "I shudder to think how much you'd been drinking," Lucinda commented. "I've only heard of workers getting told to drink more." "I've got to pay you back for these chocolates," Pam said as the unwrapped the last one. "I don't know how, but I'll make it up to you." "I remember what I was gonna say," Brenda said. "The worst part about all this is that they haven't given me a new chair. I don't know if they've noticed, but I'm shaped a little different from the gentleman who used to work the front desk." The women all laughed with varying intensity at this remark. "My harment's been glued to my butt all day," Brenda finished. Then she shifted around the fabric of her trousers, stepped outward with her right foot to make space between her legs, and bent her knees. Once in a stooped position with her palms on her kneecaps, she began breathing more heavily. Her fingers tightened around her knees, the muscles beneath her shirt contracted and relaxed, and her eyes closed. When they opened again, she stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. Even when seen from the front, with her curvaceous hips getting in the way, it was obvious that the seat of her pants had grown. "I hope the inspector enjoys this output as much as I just did," she said with a grin. "We have one minute left before eval," Susan stated. "What's the terrible secret about Debbie 15?" There was a mischievous spark in Lucinda's eyes as she eagerly began her story. "A certain gentleman with the number '3' in his second name stayed overnight in her room when the crash last year knocked out his power." "Oh, and there was an unauthorized mating?" Pam guessed. She'd heard stories like this before. "No, he said she respected the Network. But she showed him an even crazier breach of conduct. It was the end of the day, right? She took off the harvesting garment she was issued that morning, and it was dry as a bone." There were gasps around the room. "How?" Brenda asked, voicing what all three listeners were thinking. "That dirty Debbie likes to delay her liquid and solid output until she's home. And then, when she's totally naked, she brings out a big porcelain bowl, sits on top of it, and evacuates." "That's gotta be made-up," Pam said. "Where did you even hear this?" Brenda asked. "I read about people doing that, but I never thought someone I knew would," Susan said. "It's a crazy world, right?" Lucinda said with a twisted smile. "Anyway, time to put on our game faces." All the workers in the room got up from their chairs, except for Brenda, who had never sat down. "Wait a second..." Pam began, causing Lucinda to pause as she went to open the door. The muscular woman had paused in the act of standing up, and was now hovering a few inches above her seat with her hands gripping the table's edge. "I'm outputting!" she exclaimed with glee. "And just in the nick of time. It's a miracle!" "Must be the magic of coffee and chocolate," Susan said in their last moment of privacy before the door opened. The women walked out one by one and joined the line that had formed outside. The Management couldn't be present, but a holographic conference had been set up. Their mandibles clicked in acknowledgment as the line of workers bowed their heads. The inspector, of course, was there in the flesh. She led the customary chant. "Praise to the Star Scarabs." "Long may they shelter the Earth beneath their wings," the workers answered in unison. With that, the workers all turned their bodies 180 degrees, dropped the trousers of their uniforms, and bent over to present their output.

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