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  1. 23,003 downloads

    One of our amazing forum members tipped me off to a great Japanese diaper lovers blog (http://blog.livedoor.jp/micheal8823-diaperlover/) And I downloaded all of the videos that I had never seen before. This is a mixed bag of short promo videos for longer Omatsu JAV (if you have any of the longer versions please post them as I've never seen any of them before and they look super good!), and small vignettes. We have a mix of pullups, tapped diapers, school girls, office girls, ageplay, and all sorts of random fun. more to come as I'm still downloading videos from the site, I've got about 35 more which I will upload in a separate batch. I tried to cut out ones that were only talking (making me regret not knowing Japanese), and ones that seemed like news stories, but some may have snuck in. Enjoy. Rach
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  2. Version 1.1.2

    8,668 downloads

    Hello! I've been working on a short demo for a game, if I had to guess there's probably an hour or so of gameplay. There's much more I'd like to add if there's enough interest, otherwise I hope some people enjoy it as it is! Fair warning, the difficulty is very high. Please download empire demo.exe if you don't have the RPG Maker VX Ace RTP. Follow me on pixiv and tumblr for updates and art! https://pixiv.me/livinginfinite https://thelivinginfinite.tumblr.com/
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  3. For those who are interested, I just shared an experience of mine with Goodnites Tru-Fits: Thanks @Mom2Three for the inspiration.
  4. September 18th, 2009: A diary? That’s my mom’s big surprise? A stupid diary? How’s that supposed to make me feel better about everyone leaving me behind? She says she’s tired of me moping around the house and being all depressed. Well of course I’m depressed! I’m ten years old now, I should have been there with my friends getting my first Pokémon and leaving home. Instead I’m stuck at home with my mom who’s been asking me every hour “how I’m feeling?” How do you think I’m feeling?! I’m PISSED! I’ve never been so frustrated in all my ten years of living! Instead I always reply with “fine.” What else can I say? That I’m hurt that all my so called “friends” got up and left without even glancing back? If I ever tried to put my feeling into words, I don’t think I’d ever stop crying. So she gave me this diary to “let it all out” and that bottling my feelings would only make things worse in the long run. What am I even supposed to write in this anyway? October 19th, 2009: I woke up with a wet bed again. That’s the second time this week. I feel so weak and sick to my stomach, not to mention embarrassed. Mom keeps telling me not to worry and that she knows it’s not my fault. She says when I’m feeling better she’s going to take me to the store and see what we can do about it. I’ve seen every Dr. in Pallet town, (well a pretty easy feat considering there’s only one) I don’t know what she expects to find at the store to make me stop having seizures. October 19th (again) : I’ve never been so humiliated in my life! She wasn’t taking me to the store to look for something to help me with my seizures, she was taking me to the store to buy diapers! She keeps telling me they’re not diapers, they’re good nights and that I only have to wear them to bed. You know what she did then? She took one out and HELD IT UP TO MY WAIST! In front of God and everyone else in that store. I could have sworn I heard people laughing. Then she has the nerve to go “hmm, I can’t tell if these will fit or not, maybe if I had you take off your pants.” That time I knew people were laughing. By this time all this talk of “wetting” and “accidents” was making me have to pee so I told her I was going to the bathroom and I’d be back. Instead of waiting for me, she follows me into the bathroom. It was a three stall bathroom so I’m like fine whatever figuring she had to go too. I’m about to walk in a stall but then she stops me and that’s when I notice she still had the diaper with her! “Please try it on?” she asked me. Normally I’d fight her with every fiber in my being, but after having had a seizure the night before I was totally wiped out already from this little excursion. I really wanted to just get this over with and go home. I reluctantly agreed and changed in the stall. She told me to come out so she could see how it fit. I told her it was fine but she made me come out anyway. I grumbled a bit as I came out of the stall and said, “See, it fits” and turned to walk back into the stall since I still had to pee, but now twice as bad. She told me to come back and started playing with the waist band as I danced in place a bit. “Mom, are you almost done? I really gotta go.” I said as the urge intensified even more. She said she was almost done as she started checking the leg holes, but then told me to stand still. I did as she said, but my body was just too weak to hold it back anymore as my bladder gave up and started emptying itself into the diaper. My mom could hear the hissing and saw the diaper suddenly start expanding. “Emily. . . “She said sounding concerned as tears started rolling down my face. “Oh, Emily it’s ok.” She said as she wrapped me in a hug while I started crying into her chest as I continued to wet the diaper uncontrollably like a baby. She continued to hold me as she waited for me to finish before inspecting the now soggy diaper. “Good, no leaks. These will do quite nicely. Go ahead and change back while I go pay for these.” She said and thanked me for my cooperation. October 19th (ONCE AGAIN) I can’t believe what she’s making me do. Not only do I have to wear these stupid things at night but now she’s making me wear them during the day too! She told me she understands that what happened was because of my weakened state and that it would stay between the two of us. I pointed out that it only happened because she wouldn’t let me go. She then apologized for that but followed it up with the fact that the point “when I realized I had to go” and” when I had the accident” were too close together to be normal. At least she’s only making me wear it on the days I wet the bed, since those are the days I feel the worst. It’s not like I have to USE them or anything, thankfully they’re kind of like a thicker version of pull-ups so I can just pull them up and down whenever I need to go. She said they’re there for any reason I couldn’t make it in time. I don’t see that being a problem, this was definitely just a onetime thing. October 20th Woke up totally dry so my mom said I could take this thing off now. Feels so good to be back in regular underwear although I do kind of miss the puffiness. Tried to sit down at the kitchen table for breakfast but let myself drop too high up from the seat and hurt my butt when I landed. Mom laughed at me while I was having to massage my sore backside. It was fun to do that in the pull-up but I have to remember I can’t do that in normal panties. November 3rd I keep hearing weird noises at night while I’m trying to sleep. I’ve asked mom to check it out several times but she keeps telling me it’s my Pull-up crinkling. Even when I’m lying still, really mom? November 18th Ok now I know this is seriously not my imagination. I heard the same noise in the kitchen, even mom heard it this time. Now I KNOW it’s not my pull-up, I secretly stopped wearing them a week ago. Sure they’re comfy, but I’m not like some baby who needs them. Mom said the noise was probably from the refrigerator. I didn’t realize the refrigerator squeaked. November 22nd No! No! No! I wet the bed again! I was doing so well! I realized while I tried to stand up that I felt exactly like the pile of mouse droppings I had just stepped in and fell to the floor. I awoke three hours later to find myself lying in my mom’s bed with a cool wet washcloth on my forehead. I shifted my weight and realized I was wearing a pull-up and a wet one at that. Mom came in and saw that I was awake and came to my side. She asked me how I was feeling and I replied “wet.” She pulled back the cover and stuck a finger through the leg hole; something I would have normally kicked at her for if I had been feeling better. She left the room and came back a minute later carrying a few things. She laid out a towel on her bed then came and placed one arm behind my shoulders and the other under my knees and lifted me into the air and set me back down on the towel. “Don’t have to” I weakly mumbled. “I can…” but trailed off due to lack of energy. She told me to just relax as she removed the wet pull-up but stopped when I winced in pain as it came into contact with the back of my right leg. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “Leg hurts” I mumbled. She rolled me onto my side and took a look. “Yikes.” She said as she looked at the bite marks on my leg. “Those weren’t there before. Hold on I’m going to take some pictures”. I saw a few flashes then mom showed me the pictures. The back of my leg was swollen along with five or six red and purplish teeth marks. Mom then very carefully slid off the wet pull-up and cleaned me up with some wet wipes while I blushed deeply. She then slid on a new one and told me for the time being not to get up, if I had to go I was to just go ahead and use the pull-up. I cringed at the thought, even if I was sick there’s was no way I’d purposefully use this thing. “Don’t worry about it” She said as she handed me a pillow and covered me back up with a blanket. The last thing I remembered was her telling me to stay on the towel so that way the next time, she could change me where I was. “No next time.” I mumbled into the pillow before drifting off to sleep. I woke up about four hours later to the worst stomach cramps of my life. I knew I only had minutes before I lost control and there was NO WAY I was going to have this kind of accident. I tossed the blanket off so I could get up but when I moved a sharp pain shot up my leg. “Mom!” I yelled in a panic. “Mom!” Surely she didn’t intend for me to GO in the pull-up. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” she asked as she came in. “Please, help me.” I begged clutching my stomach. “Need to go.” “What’s wrong?” she asked not seeing the problem. “Are you having trouble going?” “No, I need to go really badly.” I said, doing everything in my power not to mess myself. Wait did she ask if I was having TROUBLE going? She can’t possibly expect me to use this in that way? “We talked about this earlier, don’t you remember? Go ahead and use your diaper and I’ll change you when you’re done. You’re in no shape to get up.” “Diaper?” I asked looking down and realized I was no longer in a pull-up, but in a full on adult diaper. “What?” I asked. “I went out and bought them while you were asleep so they wouldn’t hurt your leg, and I’m glad I did. You’ve been having some intestinal trouble.” “What gave it away?” I asked sarcastically hoping I could somehow convince her to carry me to the bathroom. “Wait . . . have been?” Instead of answering my question she gently pushed me back down onto my pillow knowing I was at my limit and sat on the edge of the bed. “Just go sweetie, you’ll feel a lot better.” “No!” I cried as another painful cramp hit causing me to curl in a ball. “I don’t want you to have to change me.” “Honey, don’t worry about that.” She said as she began stroking my hair as sweat began to run down my face from the efforts of trying to hold it in. “You’ve had diarrhea most of the day. You’ve already messed and been changed a few times in your sleep.” She admitted as if that would make me feel better about consciously letting go. She removed her hand from my head and pried me out of my human ball so that I now laid on my side facing her. “Don’t fight it anymore.” She said as she began rubbing my tummy making me relax. “No,” I whined and started crying as I lost the last bit of strength I had as I began heavily messing myself. “Shh, there you go, let it all out.” She encouraged softly, continuing to rub my stomach. With my eyes shut tight I continued crying, but obeyed as I noisily pushed out the rest, knowing there was no real point in fighting it anymore. I had already messed, so I figured the more I got out now the less I’d have to deal with later. After what felt like an eternity (10 minutes) all was quiet except for my pitiful wails of humiliation and my mother’s attempts of cheering me up with “See, that wasn’t so bad” and “Don’t you feel better now?” “Do you think you’re done or should I wait a few more minutes before changing you?” “I’m done.” I said into my pillow more than ready to get out of this disgusting thing. “Before I change you, I want you to try going pee, ok?” I didn’t respond but pulled the blanket over my head before emptying my bladder as requested and felt it mixing with the mush below. “Emily?” I raised my pointer finger out of the blanket letting her know I needed a minute before giving the thumbs up signal when I was done. “Did you go pee?” she asked bluntly, making my face blush under the blanket. I flashed the thumbs up signal again. “Alright, thank you for being so co-operative. Now let me get you out of that and I promise you’ll feel better.” I uncovered my head and nodded as I felt the last of my strength leave me and I drifted back to sleep, only awakening a few times at my mom’s insistence that I keep drinking water.
  5. Heather felt her diaper sag between her legs as she stood from her chair to answer the door. It hung, warm and swollen, under her floral sundress, although she did not notice having needed the toilet. She rarely did: she had never been potty trained. For that matter, neither was any other woman in Heather's family, and she could count the number of panty-wearing classmates she knew on one hand. Heather still vividly remembered the minor scandal when Stacy Thompson announced that she'd be "using the toilet from now on" in the eighth grade, it had been the hottest gossip for weeks. And then there was when Maggie Newman wore panties, no, lingerie (how much they must have cost!) under her homecoming dress Sophomore year to impress Shaq Jackson, but she'd been proven for a fraud a couple hours in when she'd wet herself in the middle of the dance floor, dashing her romantic ambitions. They had to turn the lights on to mop up the puddle! Poor girl. That was everyone, really, that Heather knew by name, although she did recognize the handful of girls in the halls whose skinny-jeaned rumps lacked the puffiness of their peers. That isn't to say that Heather cared a wink, though. This is how her whole life had been and neither she or most of her friends saw much abnormality in it. Heather opened her front door to reveal that Molly had arrived to hang out. It was a hot July day and Molly was dressed accordingly: jean shorts and a tank top that revealed the waist band of her diaper when she stretched her arms. Heather and Molly had been friends their whole lives, and were trying to make the most of their final summer before going off to college. The two grabbed some chips and salsa and a bottle of coke from Heather's kitchen and went upstairs to hang out in Heather's room. The two spent some time shooting the shit, Molly laying on her belly on Heather's floor, on her phone, while Heather lounged in the bean bag chair and munched on the tostitos, not caring whether Molly could see up her dress. Molly didn't care to look, but if she had she would have seen the pee staining Heather's diaper. "Hey, have you heard about that big protest today?" asked Molly, scrolling through twitter. "Yeah! The women's march, right?" Heather had seen, it was all over the news. Several of their friends were in attendance, attempting to bring more attention towards woman's issues. "Apparently there was a big pro-potty training demonstration." "No kidding!" "Yeah, hundreds of ladies just peed their pants in front of the Capitol." "That's some statement!" "What do you think about all that?" Heather considered it for a moment. Of course, the acceptance of toilet training for women was a hot button feminist issue, right up there with addressing rape culture and the wage gap. "I mean, I get it, the lack of potty training for women has kept us down for ages. Like, financially alone, diaper costs do build up." "Tell me about it." "And all those excuses those misogynists give are such bullshit. We aren't on our period 24/7! We can control some of our bodily functions, it just sets up a needless divide where women are dependent on men for some culturally imposed 'need'." "Fuckin' preach." said Molly, snatching up a chip. "At the same time though, like... I'm not sure if I'd really want to be potty trained." "Oh really?" "Yeah, I mean, it just seems so inconvenient, right? To have to stop whatever you're doing and go to a specific room just to do your business? It just seems like such a hassle." "I mean you still have to get changed though." "Yeah but I feel like you have more control over that taking place." "Not if you can actually control your bladder." "I suppose that's true." The silence resumed for a bit but was interrupted by a scrunching of Molly's face. "Speaking of controlling your bladder..." At that, Molly appeared to clench a little, behavior Heather obviously recognized as Molly having a poop. She could see the seat of Molly's pants expand outwards as she laid on the floor. It was a pretty common sight. "Heather can you change me? I'll do you afterwards, I saw that you're soaked." "Of course." Heather had downed a couple of cokes by this point, and would definitely be needing a serious change soon. Molly shimmied out of her shorts and laid on the floor while Heather fetched the supplies, and then undid Molly's tapes. Heather was struck by the familiarity of her friend's lady parts, the small brown curls a miniature of those on Molly's head. How many times had she helped change Molly, and Molly her? It was a perfectly normal but nonetheless personal activity for two women to share. Soon enough she'd be living in a dorm at South Northeastern University West and helping to change entirely new girls whom she'd never met. As Heather was dealt with the bitter-sweetness of her thought, she could feel a renewed warmth pooling in her nether regions.
  6. This is my first story I’ve written here. This part contains desperation and wetting. Future parts will have messing and diapers. Part 1 Hi, I’m an 18 year old boy in my final year of High School. Anyway, I’m not here to describe myself all that much because I think it’s my twin sister, Sarah’s story that you’ll want to read. My sister and I are in the same year in school but hang around with friendship groups that are worlds apart. She’s in the stereotypical popular girl group which has led to my far less popular and thus considerably less attractive friends relentlessly teasing me over all the things they’d love to do to my sister. Even though she’s my sister, and I’ll never be sexually or romantically attracted to her, Sarah is clearly the most attractive girl in the school. She’s about 5ft 6 with wavy, dirty blonde hair, green eyes and a great body with perfect proportions everywhere that mattered. Although she’s my twin, we look nothing alike. Im 6ft 1 with black hair and blue eyes and I would say I’m pretty average looking. It was nice of her to take all the good genes! Despite us being opposites in looks, we actually get on really well with each other. We tell each other everything and pretty much always sit next to each other on the bus to and from school. The start of this story takes place on one pretty fateful bus journey home. It had been a fairly average Friday at school, grey, rainy clouds in the sky and I couldn’t wait to just get home. I was sitting on the bus wondering where Sarah was. Just a minute before the bus left, I saw Sarah get on. She hobbled down to the back of the bus looking for where I was and sat down next to me once she found me. Something wasn’t right with her. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked, cutting right to the chase as we always did with each other. “Sorry! I wanted to go to the ladies before we left but it was too busy. I’m bursting to go to the toilet,” she said, shaking her right leg up and down. The conversation ended pretty quickly after that and I stared out the window on the way home trying not to focus on her shaking. 5 minutes away from home though, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. She was clearly desperate, more desperate than I had ever seen anyone before. “Do you think you can hold it?” “Not for much longer,” Sarah said with tears clearly forming her eyes and sweat on her brows. Shortly after that, the bus arrived at our stop and we were the only people to get off. Our house was about a 2 minute walk from here but I could tell this was going to be a struggle. We walked (Sarah was speed walking) in silence until she quickly said “I’m gonna sprint home. Spurts are already coming out!” She sprinted ahead and just as she was out of sight I suddenly came to a sickening realisation: I had our only key! I took off after her as fast as I could. I really wanted her to make it. There was no telling what Mom would do if she saw Sarah had wet herself. Once I reached the house, I knew I was too late. Sarah was standing in the garden, looking down while facing the house but I could see the bum of her light blue jeans darken at a rapid rate. She was helplessly peeing herself. As she was doing that, I walked past her and opened the door. I turned around and saw her crying her eyes out. I felt so bad for her. At least she had peed standing over the already wet grass so no one would see an oddly placed wet spot on the ground. “Come on, let’s go in and you can clean up before Mom gets back,” I said sympathetically while ushering Sarah into the house. “Oh God!” She said through her tears. “I can’t have her find out about this. She’ll give me a crazy, awful punishment that no normal parent would give their child. Just like she does whenever we do anything wrong,” Sarah continued. As I was about to shut the door, we heard the all too familiar sound of Mom’s SUV pulling into the driveway. This was going to be BAD for both of us, not just Sarah because usually Mom’s punishments impact the two of us. —————————————————————— I hope that was enjoyable. Please let me know if you want part 2!
  7. Hi! So after the hold I did tuesday (and posted about on here) I have been 'treating' myself to being diapered 24/7. Since normal diapers are a bit too thick to wear to work I tried out DryNites, Goodnites, Depends FitFlex, and all of them resulted in me having to run to the bathroom to change because I was leaking several times throughout the day, which is really embarrassing for me. So yesterday (friday) I decided 'what the hell' and went all in, wearing an Abena abriform m4 to work. To help disguise it, I wore a pair of tightish panties over the top, a pair of skinny jeans I have that are a bit loose around the hips, and then a long shirt which mostly muffled the sound and made it so, while dry, the diaper itself wasn't really noticeable while I was walking around. Throughout the day I went through my usual routine, 2 coffees and green tea for the day, and just wet freely, keeping myself relaxed so I didn't have to think about peeing, it just happened. It was actually pretty relaxing, enjoying the warm gentle pressure of the wet diaper around me, and a bit of a stress release to have that as something to distract me from the work a bit, enjoying the feeling whenever my bladder built up just enough pressure to escape and rewarm my already cozy (though soggy) seat. I work 9-5 and before 4pm I was soaked, but I haven't really ever leaked in an m4 unless I was doing something extreme, so I figured i would be good for the day, and continued my routine, drinking and going freely. It wasn't till around 4:45 that I realized I was in trouble, I leaned over to the side of my chair to get something out of my filing cabinet and as soon as I did my butt felt cold, immediately informing me that at some point I had started leaking without knowing, and with 15 minutes left in the day, and me still being fairly new to the job, I didn't want to make it look like I was just putting off work and doing whatever for the last 15 minutes, so I gently leaned back upright and continued to work hoping the damage wasn't too bad. When I was sure I was clear I reached my hand down and slid it under myself to check for leaks, not really able to tell if it was bad or not. Finally 5 rolled around and I carefully stood up, making sure to keep my back towards the wall as I put on my jacket and grabbed my purse, even striking up a conversation as I was leaving to have an excuse to face the room as I exited it. Finally clear of my coworkers and out in the main hall, i scooted to the restroom to check the damage. Luckily it wasn't as bad as I feared, but it was enough that anyone looking at my bum would definitely notice, and also with how thick the diaper had become, it was very obviously showing it's presence through my jeans. I stopped and took a few pictures before going into a stall and changing out of it, replacing it with a depends pullup I had stashed in my purse, I wrapped up the diaper in a plastic bag that I brought with me for this event, but amusingly the lines on the abena showed right through, making it pretty obvious what it was (so now the people who empty the trash in the ladies bathroom know I wear, since I am the only female on that floor). Anyway I pulled my shirt down as best I could and quickly walked out of the building, hoping no one noticed my butt, and drove home as normal. I didn't get caught, but this was the closest I have been as all my previous leaks have been super small and could have been explained by almost anything, so it was a bit exciting :) Also I attached the photos I took in the bathroom, but they are kinda potato quality because I was in a rush to take them, in the off chance someone came upstairs to use the restroom I was in (there isn't enough room to take pics in the stalls so I was in the open area in front of the sinks). So enjoy pics of my leaky but, lol
  8. This short scene is from a show called "Younger" on Amazon Prime Video. Season 7, Episode 6 - "The F Word". Scene happens 20 minutes into the episode. There's a scene a little bit before this one where the girl finds a diaper bag in her boyfriends apartment and doesn't know that he has a baby, which leads to this scene where she puts on the diaper thinking he had a fetish for it. Obviously it doesn't really make sense because a baby diaper wouldn't be that big on her, so its clearly an adult diaper. Anyway, I enjoyed it! There's also a scene a few minutes later in this episode where she says she's not ready for this kind of relationship, but she asks to hang onto the diaper because she thought it was sexy and she also has a 16 hour flight in a few days. 😍 I hope you all enjoy. Diaper scene from Amazon show Younger (S07E06).mp4
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  10. 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.
  11. I was really, really bored at work today. Lacking better ideas, decided to get around to writing a story I recently drummed up. Fun fact, the title stems back all the way to an idea I had cooked up easily a decade ago, but never did anything with. Whatever, but it's my first story here so thought I shared, hope it's enjoyable. Might write more later, might not - forewarning, this was stream-of-consciousness over the course of a workday afternoon, so I apologize if there's any obvious errors/mistakes. Without further ado, enjoy! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 1 - Meeting My New Mommy! Johnny was twenty years old, and he'd reached what felt like the most important (and strange) decision of his life: he was going to be a kid again. He was set to receive a rather sizable inheritance when he turned twenty-one, enough to set him well for his foreseeable life, as far as he could tell. However, he had to fend for himself until then, and without much luck getting a job that was going to be very difficult. Getting lower and lower on cash every day and with the only apartments he could find being obscenely overpriced, he was running out of ideas. That was when he'd found "Imagine That Care Services", while browsing the web and, lacking better plans, decided to click. No harm in checking, right? The site that greeted him was cutesy, with pastel pink and baby blues and building blocks meeting him, but clearly formatted for adults. Reading through the description, he was shocked to learn that it was indeed a 'care service', wherein he could pay money to be adopted temporarily by a 'mommy' or 'daddy' that would take care of all his needs: food, housing, clothes, all of it would be well bargained and done, no questions asked. What's more, the price they were asking per month was less than any apartment he'd found within 100 miles. This is it, he thought. This is my chance! I can use this to wait out the rest of my time until I can cash out on the inheritance and I'm all set! A thin smile tugged at his lips, but his wariness got the better of him - surely this was too good to be true, there had to be a catch. Scrolling through, he found it, something referred to loosely as ABDL - Adult-Baby Diaper-Lover. Apparently, he was quite literally going to be treated like a child by his mommy or daddy, and his actions (and reactions) would determine how that went. In the example listed, kids who were able to use the potty and were well-behaved - a strange way to put it - would be rewarded with more freedom, and those that didn't would be treated closer to actual babies. Mommies and Daddies had complete control over things at any and all times, and there was no refunding once a timeframe was set - quite literally, it was all or nothing. Johnny weighed his options for the rest of the night, and got very little sleep in the process. He'd kept looking for other options, but there was nothing: no apartments, no jobs, no nothing. Finally, come morning, he'd made up his mind: desperate times called for desperate measures, and Johnny was indeed desperate! It's only for a year, then I can do whatever I want. Besides, it's all self-enclosed, no one's gonna know - I'll just tell my folks I got an internship or something and it was for a new company and they made me sign a non-disclosure. I'll just behave, pretend I'm livin' the old days of life and drink juiceboxes on a playground for the rest of the year. Easy. His mind made up, Johnny began writing an email to Imagine That. Their response was received promptly, and it involved a fairly straightforward set of rules for the agreement: Imagine That was its own separate 'facility' covering the size of a small town or perhaps even city, from what he could tell, so anyone he met would be involved with the project or working for it, so there was no risk of his personal life being ruined elsewhere. He had access to choose a Mommy or Daddy to care for him, whom would essentially have authority over him for this process. All Mommies and Daddies were thoroughly vetted, sexual misconduct would be treated harshly, no refunds, and several other bits and bobs he didn't feel like committing to memory. He read through it all to ensure no loopholes, but really his mind was preoccupied with what he needed to do: the better he behaved and the more he listened to his 'parent', the better he'd be treated, the more freedom he'd have and the easier time he'd have, too. Scrolling through the online list, he'd decided on going for a Mommy: it'd be 'less weird' and if he was lucky she'd be really hot, too. The listed intros, pictures and bios were somewhat interesting, if keeping him a bit excited, but he tried to keep focused. Eventually, he settled for a nice-looking woman probably in her early thirties, though realistically he had no way of knowing, was terrible at guessing that kind of thing and forgot to actually look. She was quite gorgeous, flowing auburn hair and sparkling green eyes and a smile to die for. According to what the page said, she described herself as 'encouraging the best from her little ones', and that she wouldn't treat them unfairly but rewarded hard effort. It seemed like his best bet, some of the others had some rather interesting ideas about who they'd be caring for. Do people actually like this whole baby and diaper thing? Weird. He hesitated a bit at her usage of words like 'little ones' and 'active help with potty training', but again, he saw no better options, so he went with it. Several hours later and he had his confirmation: a quick payment online and all that was left to do was show up the next day. He quickly penned a message to his family, letting them know about an exciting new internship he was starting and how he'd be out of contact for the next year while he worked there. Grinning to himself and how clever he sounded and with the prospect of easy money on his hands, he ended the day plotting how he'd play his hand for the next year. The facility itself wasn't especially marked or anything, just seemed like a large - very large - gated community and assorted buildings of sorts. It wasn't until he entered past the gate with a printed-off proof of purchase that he realized there was basically a self-serving community in here, fully self-sufficient: to an outsider, it just looked like a campus of some kind, but internally there's be practically limitless self-sustainability. He walked down a path through a dense mass of trees until he came to a building marked as 'Admissions'. Entering, he was greeted with a rather strange feeling, as it was mostly empty of newcomers this early in the day and the desk lady looked like she was literally running a kindergarten, exaggerated smile and speech with goofy, pastel-pink dress. Always the pastel pink, he thought to himself. "Hi!" she greeted him sweetly, and he couldn't help but smile lightly in response. "Welcome to Imagine That! How can I help you, young sir?" He handed her his information. It felt weird, not having any luggage - he almost felt like he was taking a vacation, but his instructions said no personal effects were needed, and he wouldn't have access to them for the duration of his stay. After checking things over and giving him an approval sticker to put on his shirt, she told him to sit nearby and await the arrival of his mommy, whom would help him from there. While waiting, he saw two people walking outside: a woman in adult clothes, obviously a mommy, leading a girl who looked like they were about Johnny's age by the hand quite gruffly. She was dressed in short overalls and a spotted t-shirt, with short booties that made her look like a picturesque kindergartener, and she held one hand up to her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. Johnny couldn't help but notice a wet patch in the shape of crescent moons on her butt as she walked by, and it connected the dots in his mind. Guess she's going back a grade, Johnny thought. He wanted to snicker, but couldn't avoid a growing feeling of unease. That girl looked about my age - she shouldn't have pissed her pants, unless she wanted to? But what if something happened while she was here... the thoughts increasingly worried him, and he began to wonder if he'd made a mistake coming here. But it was too late now - he'd just have to be careful. While mulling this over, he heard the door nearby and turned to look. As expected, there was his Mommy, Julia. "Hi Johnny!" She wore a somewhat normal-looking red shirt and black slacks, very businesslike, and as she approached she opened her arms up and hugged Johnny. He blushed, suddenly assaulted by perfume and the gentle touch of a woman, but timidly returned the hug all the same. It wasn't like him to submit so immediately, but everything about her seemed to scream 'mommy' to him, and he felt like a smaller child again. "Hi, Mommy," he stammered, remembering from a training packet that he should refer to his mommy or daddy like so unless told otherwise. "Ohhh, you're so cute!" she practically squealed with joy. "Alright, I'm sure you have so many questions, so let's get to it! Let's go check out your new home with me, mkay?" He nodded, at a loss for words. Gently, she took him by the hand and lead him out the side doorway further into Imagine That, thanking the desk lady by name as she did. She returned a gentle fingers-only wave to Johnny as he left, and with his free hand he did the same. It almost felt like he was leaving his adult life behind in the process, and with each passing minute Johnny felt more and more like he was back to being a kid again. Eyes on the prize, Johnny - this is the easiest, no, the only way to get your inheritance. You can do this, just play by the rules. Julia drove a maroon minivan, and when she opened up the side door for him he noticed that there was a booster seat in place of a normal seat. When he hesitated, she looked at him at first with confusion, but then realized. "What's wrong, Johnny?" "Well..." he stammered, not wanting to make a mistake early on: first impressions were important. "I-I just, didn't know I'd be in a b...a b-baby seat, already." Julia looked quizzical. "It's a booster seat, not quite the same." She patted its soft seat as if to prove a point. "So, you think you're a big kid, then?" "Uh-huh!" he nodded up and down enthusiastically, not wanting to press her buttons. Keep it cool, keep it cutesy: show her, don't just tell her. I'm not like that girl at the admissions booth, but can't be too mature either. "I'm a big kid!" Julia beamed. "Okie! If you say so." She patted the seat again. "Alright, well even big kids can use a booster seat to be safe, you know. Let's just use it for now, and you can use a normal seat later, mkay?" Not wanting to press his luck any farther, Johnny acceded, clambering up into the van. He felt Julia's hand on his bum, politely pushing him up and towards the seat as if he needed assistance. "Up you go, mister," she cooed, and he plopped down on the seat. He was about to buckle himself in when he realized her hands were in the way and already doing it for him. He stopped, as much from surprise as submission, and watched as she buckled up the belt between his crotch and down his shoulders and chest. It was a three-point seatbelt, and his feeling of childishness increased. Still, it was only temporary, so he let it go. A few minutes later and they were carefully driving down the road, somewhat open country territory with a small town nearby. To the left, Johnny recognized what must have been a park, though it was too far away to see much detail. Some soft music played from the radio, and Johnny decided to ask his questions. "So, um, Julia-" "Oh, you can just call me 'Mommy', sweetie," Julia assured him from the driver's seat. "Okay, Mommy," he fumbled the words, then continued. "So, do we live with anyone else?" "Not yet," Julia admitted. "Right now, you're my only little one! But maybe one day you'll get a brother or sister to live with us, won't that be fun?" He thought about it, and the answer was no. That'd be embarrassing, especially if they were all babyish and whatever. What if Mommy made him change their diapers? Ew. "Yeah, that'd be kinda cool," he lied. "What about you, do you have any friends here?" "Yeah! My friend Debbie has a really nice pair of girls, maybe we can say hi to them at the park later? I'm sure they'd love to meet you." "Are they about my age?" "Hmm..." Julia seemed to think on this for a few seconds. "Well, Alice is the older sister, and she's almost potty-trained, so she'd be about your age, I think. The little sister, Lily, is about the same age but she's still having some trouble with the toilet, so she still has to wear diapers. But they'd both be fun to play with, they'd really like to meet you!" "Sure!" John blurted, still processing this information. They sound...young. But they're my age? "But, I'm a big kid, I'm potty trained." He felt weird saying such childish words, but his options were limited. Julia seemed like this held importance, so saying such things - no matter how repetitively - would surely yield results. "Okie," she said again. "But don't feel like you have to push yourself too hard, okay? Mommy will help make sure you're doing your best." She doesn't believe me? Johnny frowned. "You'll see!" He did his best to do a pouty, bratty voice. Make it believable, you're a kid again. "I don't need to wear stupid diapers like some of the kids around here..." This elicited a long series of giggles from Julia. "Okie, Johnny," she finally said with a knowing tone. Johnny couldn't figure it out, but it wouldn't be easy to convince his Mommy until he proved it. But, the only way to do that would be to just not pee his pants like that girl earlier. ...that should be pretty straightforward. Just use the bathroom like a normal kid would, tug her shirt and ask if you can go potty. Easy. He'd seen plenty of kids do it before all over, heck he kinda remembered those days. Wasn't a big deal, just do the same here until she was 'sure' he could do it on his own. Would be done by the time the week was out. They drove in silence for a few more minutes before reaching a suburb, and somewhat down the line they pulled into a normal-looking house. The garage door opened as they approached, and the minivan fit neatly inside. Once the door was shut and the vehicle had shut off, his mommy unbuckled and stepped out, opening the side door for him. He was tempted to try and remove his own belt, but remembered their earlier mix, so he just sat there and waited for her to come around, unbuckle his straps and help him step out and into the garage. It was somewhat plain, nothing major stored around, no smell of grease or oil anywhere. She simply lead him up the couple short stairs and into his new home: their home. Chapter 2 - At the Park for Potty Time The house was clean, almost immaculate. The carpets were fluffy, the white walls were pristine and a gentle bleeze blew sweetly through the house from ceiling fans suspended high above the living room. "Alrighty, so this is home!" Julia was enthralled at just about everything, it seemed: everything was exciting, made her happy, on and on it went, no matter what she did. She was...well, she was like a mommy, plain and simple. It began to occur to Johnny that she was doing it for his sake, but he tried not to bite the bait. Remember, this is just a placeholder for the year: you don't need to go all the way, just behave and be good in her eyes and this will be smooth. "Where's my room," he started. "-Mommy?" he quickly added. "Oh! Almost forgot," she started quickly to the other side of the living room. "Right in here!" It was a short hallway, on the right was a door that lead into his room. He felt his eyes widen in disbelief as he did. It was a nursery: it was that sickly, baby-pink he'd seen everywhere on the walls and wallpaper, though the walls themselves were white. There were a few teddy bears in one corner, a rocking horse oversized so that even he could fit on it, a dresser that had babyblock stickers and silly animals on the drawers and had other babyish paraphernalia atop it, complete with a few bottles, pacifiers, bibs, bonnets and a small stack of oversized diapers. The closet in the corner was partially ajar, and inside could be seen a rather hefty surplus of babyish clothes sized for what he assumed would be himself, and more and more stacks of diapers behind them, seemingly without limit. Truly, it was as if he'd set foot into hell itself. Keep it cool, he told himself, his mind racing. She does this all the time, I'm obviously not the first and I won't be the last, so she has to stock other things as well, right? Leftovers, for future people, whatever. Doesn't have to mean it's for me, just make sure you behave! "Um, Mommy," he struggled to keep a gentle, kid-like voice as he folded his hands behind his back sheepishly. "I-I don't need..." his lips failed him, unable to mention the dreaded rest of the sentence. Julia sat down on a baby stool, gentle patting his back. "Honey, I know you say you're potty trained, and that you're a big kid and all the rest, but mommy just wants to be absolutely certain, okay?" When he didn't reply, she continued. "What if you have an accident and ruin your undies? Right now I just want to make sure you can hold your pee like a big kid, and if you can do that I promise you we'll get you a bigger-kid bed and room to use. Fair?" It was the best he was going to get - new objective, don't pee pants. Easy enough. "Okay," he croaked, nodding enthusiastically, though his face felt numb. Julia smiled before hugging him. "Let's get you dressed, then." She laid out a changing mat and ordered him to lay on his back. He felt wrong, laying there so helpless as his Mommy took off his clothes, first starting with his jeans and then his t-shirt, followed by his socks and then his underwear. He lay there, buck naked, while he heard a crinkling sound from the closet as she brought over a diaper, white with purple sides and swirls on it. She knelt back down beside him, looking bright and cheery as always. She lifted his legs up after opening up the diaper, sliding it underneath his rear end as she set him back down on it. It was soft, and he felt a mixture of comfort and horror as she adjusted the back end of it to the right fit. Settling his legs down, she folded the diaper up and over his crotch, making sure his thing was pointed downwards and the diaper fit nice and snug. It felt somewhat crowded, but was still soft enough like wearing a blanket. He resisted the urge to cry as she snugged up his - the diaper against him as tight she could without making it uncomfortable, then secured it with one tape for the left and one for the right. "There!" she admired her own handiwork, gently patting the front. "All done." Reluctantly, he looked down at the poofy white ridiculousness staring back at him. It's not for long, just do what you've done since you were like three and you'll be fine, dude, he kept telling himself. It took a few tries, but he was starting to feel more confident about it. It's like a rite of initiation at a fraternity or something, that's all - something silly to make you doubt yourself, but all you gotta do is slog on through it and on the other side you'll be rockin' it! That's all this is, just her silly version of a rite. He let her help him up to his feet, hearing the diaper crinkle as he did, contort around him as he repositioned. She walked over to the closet again, and he observed his new padded prison - it wasn't quite as large as he'd expected, though he imagined it'd stick out under his clothes really hard. Then again, most of the 'kids' here probably had the same, so he doubted they'd laugh, especially after how Julia had described those other kids her one friend had. He patted it gently, and it quietly responded with more crinkles and scrunchy sounds. He would've laughed under other circumstances - under these, anything but. When he looked up, Julia was holding something that stopped him in his tracks: that's right...they didn't have me bring any of my own clothes. She held what he could only describe as a girl's onesie, a pink horror with yellow and purple shapes on its shoulders with a matching skirt to go with. "Isn't it cute?" Julia was excited beyond words, for sure. "I made sure it's the right size and everything, you're going to look just adorable in it! Here, let's make sure it fits." "But I-" he started, but she was already hiking his arms up and she dropped the onesie down atop him, pulling it down until it reached his shoulders and making sure his arms fit through the holes. He stood there, agape and holding his arms out to his sides as she pulled it down and snapped the front and back together around his crotch, reminding him that he was wearing diapers again as it pulled everything up tight to him. He could move just fine, but where before the diaper was slightly loose it now hugged him from the bottom up like its life depended on it. He felt his lip quiver as she lifted up his feet one at a time into the skirt, then rose it up much higher than he'd expect, until she zipped it up and adjusted it to his waist for good measure. Once he was sure she was done, she stared in glee at a wall mirror he hadn't even noticed. He nervously turned to it, appalled at what he saw. He began to realize that he really looked like a toddler at this point, some dress-up doll for an adult to gawk at as 'cute' for their own gain. Julia hugged him again contentedly. "Okay kiddo, what say we go hit the park up and meet some new friends? I know Debbie's girls would just love to meet you!" "W-what? Go out to the park, in this?" Johnny couldn't believe his ears, he couldn't go out like this! Closed-off area or not, this was embarrassing beyond description. I mean, everyone else was probably much like so, but...what other choice did he have? His mommy wanted to do it, so even if he protested she'd have every right to make it so. He couldn't find words beyond his stammering to keep going, but Julia seemed to pick up on his concern. "It's okay, Johnny - I know it's all very new and weird and wonderful, but Debbie's kids are really nice, and fun: you'll get along great. As for the clothes, well, you gotta prove to me you're a big kid, remember?" She pinched his cheek lightly as he nodded. "Show me you can hold your pee like a big kid. You can do that, I'll make sure we get you all the nice big kid clothes you'll ever need. Mkay?" She checked her watch. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal - if we get back this afternoon from the park and your diaper is still dry, I'll take you out first thing tomorrow shopping and we'll call you potty trained. Deal?" She threw around the word 'potty trained' like it was some great big deal: he hadn't pissed himself since he was a kid, it wasn't going to be some enormous challenge. Why did she keep talking about it like that? Was it just part of the 'game' going around here, like it was optional if he was into that ABDL thing he kept reading about? Was this his chance to 'choose' if he was into that kind of thing? He decided it didn't matter - all he needed was to stay in Julia's good graces, obey the rules and play nice. If he did that, he'd have an easy time here and could put it behind him later. After all, what was spending a day or even a week being dressed like a toddler compared to living years on end on Easy Street? A fair trade, in his mind.. He nodded slowly, agreeing to her terms. "You'll see...I'm a big kid." He said it without enthusiasm, and when he saw she looked less convinced than usual - were such a thing possible - he added some new energy to it. "I don't need diapers! I'll be dry when we get back, I promise." She smiled. "Alright, it's a deal! Now, let mommy get her stuff around and then we'll go to the park." She kissed him on the forehead and stood up, moving about with diligence whilst humming a tune of some kind. He kept a small eye on her, adoring her for how practiced she seemed. She was slightly taller than him, and though she was quite feminine in appearance she had a rather marked strength when she'd consoled him over the course of the day. And her figure...no, he tried not to look at her like that. That was something that could get him on a one-way ticket out of here, best not to think about it like so. It took several minutes, but she seemed to pack everything she needed up and out to the car - a small cooler with drinks and snacks, a collapsible but large stroller (something he hoped they wouldn't be using), and a large bag not unlike a purse, which she seemed to put baby supplies in. He assumed these would be for her friend, given one of the girls she cared for seemed to still be - he had to remind himself he was seriously saying these words to himself - still needed to wear diapers. He grew wary, watching Julia place several diapers from his own closet as well as a spare outfit into the diaper bag, but otherwise paid it little heed. He wouldn't need it, as he would soon prove. Once all the provisions were loaded, Julia lead him back to the minivan, seated him inside, buckled him in and handed him a juice box for the ride, along with some crackers. He munched and sipped contentedly along the way, even forgetting the attire and circumstances he wore for a short while. However, by the time the few-minute drive was up. Pulling into the parking lot, there were multiple other cars present, most either minivans or SUVs of some kind, but most of the people from them seemed to already be at the playground, or walking around the circumference on a paved path. Johnny determined rather quickly that, as he'd suspected, the overwhelming majority seemed to be a mommy/daddy and their 'little ones', most of whom further were wearing childish attire, being either guided by hand, carried or wheeled about in strollers. Julia needed a little bit extra to get things ready, so he sat in his booster seat for a bit longer this time, observing the people that passed on the nearby trail. That 'kid' looked like a kindergartner, that one was babied up, that one looked almost normal aside from a puffy hip area that belied their true undergarments...finally, Julia's voice brought him back to reality as she undid his buckles. To his dismay, she had indeed fetched the stroller, and once freed of the seat she helped lift him onto it, buckling up his legs into it. He leaned back, not having much choice, and smelled the faint sickly aroma of talcum powder. It occurred to him that the diaper bag must have been right below him, and he wrinkled his nose at the thought. As she wheeled him towards the playground and the other 'mommies' nearby, he looked about for a restroom, just in case...there, there was on nearby, and a couple portapotties as well. Jackpot - I'm safe. Once they approached a bench adjacent the sandy playground, another woman slightly older than Julia - but similarly gorgeous - waved them over. "Hi Julia! Ohhhh, is this Johnny?" "MmHm!" Julia brought them to a stop and went over to hug Debbie. "He's still getting used to things, so I thought it'd help to say hi to the girls." "Oh! They'll be thrilled," Debbie waved over to a pair of girls roughly Johnny's age, one sporting a short skirt that barely draped down her thighs, the other wearing clothing not-dissimilar to his own. "Girls! Auntie Julia's here with her new little one!" The girls gave up their sandcastle and came over shyly, as Debbie introduced them. "Alice is my eldest, she's been a really big girl lately and is doing a really good job of helping her little sister, Lily! She's trying really hard to potty train like her big sister, but she'll get it soon." Debbie was enthralled with her own 'daughters', and as Julia helped him out of the stroller, he couldn't help but feel at ease. They're in the same predicament I am, nothing to be embarrassed about. Once free and on his own two feet, he waved sheepishly. "I'm Johnny," he replied quietly. "Nice to meet you." "Nice to meetchu," Lily cooed, almost babylike in voice. Johnny just smiled, pretending not to notice." "Nice to meet you too," Alice grinned. "Let's go play!" With that, she took him by the hand and lead him over to the sandbox, with Lily close behind. They mainly just enjoyed some time together, making up whatever silly things they'd do as 'young' kids again, making sandcastles and destroying them, playing tag, going up and down the slides, clambering all over the jungle gym, monkey bars, you name it. Johnny would never have admitted it, but he was really having a great time. Shortway through, he was starting to get a bit hot, but mommy Julia, in her infinite perception, noticed and brought over a nice and cold juice box. While sipping on it, she'd also tied up a baby bonnet over his head, but for what little shade it offered he couldn't really argue. To his chagrin, Julia also decide to give him a diaper check at that time, scuffing at his thighs and feeling around his behind: he assumed the reason for his skirt being run so short was to make this easier. Satisfied that he was still dry and having thoroughly embarrassed him, she gave him a soft pat to go for it. After that, it was back to playing, and before he knew it he'd completely lost track of time. As they sat up in the playground, under a shaded area by the top of the slide, just sitting around and giggling and joking around, Johnny finally asked something that'd been on his mind. "So...how long have you been here? Like, with De- your mommy, I mean?" Alice scratched her head. "A couple months. It's been really fun, mommy's really nice. She doesn't push us too hard, let's us do our own thing." She shrugged. "Pretty easy, honestly." Johnny nodded, looking at Lily close by. "So...she still wears...diapers?" Alice looked at him quizzically. "Lily? Yeah, for now. Like I said, mommy doesn't really push us too hard, so we're allowed to do potty training at our own pace. Lily still doesn't quite have a handle on it, so she still pads up most of the time. Why?" Now it was Johnny's turn to look quizzical. "It's just...I don't know, thought it was a little odd, that's all. L-like not in a bad way! Just, caught me off guard. I-I mean, you're-" he hesitated. It took a moment, but Alica looked a tad devilish. "I mean, you're still wearing diapers, aren't you?" "That's just because Jul- I mean, because mommy wants to make sure." "Make sure of what, hmm?" "...make sure that I'm potty trained. Which I am, I don't need to wear diapers, it's just so she knows for sure. Come tomorrow, I'll be nice and up and back to normal, you'll see!" Alica snorted. "Yeah okay." "What?" "Nothing, just I've met a lot of kids who say that kind of thing: most of them aren't telling the truth." She brushed the sand off of her hands for a moment. "Potty training's hard, Johnny: don't be so quick to make fun of it." Potty training...hard? Was this a joke? "So, how'd you do it?" "It's hard. Still working on it." For the first time, she lifted up her miniskirt just enough so Johnny could see, and he realized that she was wearing some kind of diaper that looked like underwear. It was padded, but significantly thinner and smaller. Come to think of it, Julia had mentioned something about pull-ups, didn't she? "But it has its benefits: I can wear big-kid clothes now, and I'm forgiven if I have an accident or two in a day, so long as I don't leak." She smiled, not in the gentle way Julia had, but in a sardonic way, as if challenging him. "I'm curious whether or not you're as big as you say." Johnny tried to put on a brave face: something about her words unsettled him. "I'm a big kid and I don't need stupid diapers: you'll see. When I go home today I'll be high and dry, and you'll still be in your training pants." Alice snorted again. "If you say so, Tinkle Trousers." Johnny was about to retort, but Lily joined in on the conversation at this point: "Johnny hafta wear diapers too?" Johnny was about to retort, but thought better of it. Lily was asking a harmless question, if he made her cry or something he'd be in for it. "No, but mommy's making me do it for now just to be safe. Johnny's a big boy, he can wear underwear." "Under-where?" Lily asked. "He means undies," Alice clarified, like this was some revelation. "Johnny says he's potty trained, that he can just wear undies. He's full of it." "Am not!" "Am too." Lily nodded. "Johnny's potty trained? Wowwwww, that's really cool! I wanna be like Johnny some day." This stopped any further bickering between Alice and Johnny, and with a pointed look of derision the two once more began a three-way game of tag. Some time later, while halfway up the stairs, Johnny paused. All the juice and water he'd drunk over the course of his playtime was starting to catch up, and he felt a small need to pee beginning to grow. "...hm? What's up?" Alice asked. After a few seconds, she began to figure it out. "Oh? Does someone need to go pee-pee?" "Ngh," Johnny grunted. "I'm okay, just gonna need to go soon." "Hope it's not too soon, got a ways in the day left, 'big boy' - you wouldn't want to pee your pants in front of Lily, would you?" "I'll be fine." He turned around and walked back to where the adults sat, Julia and Debbie having been joined by another female friend. He stood nearby, but before he could say anything hesitated - he didn't want to interrupt, but they wouldn't stop talking. Finally, he gently tugged at Julia's shirt, and she looked over immediately. "Hi honey, what's up?" Johnny suddenly felt very babyish in from of the three women, remembering what he was wearing. One hand gently played with the hem of his skirt. "I, uhm...I gotta go potty..." he whispered. "Hm?" She asked, having not quite heard him, or at least he assumed. Internally groaning, he spoke up a bit louder. "I gotta go potty." "Gotta go potty?" She looked at her watch again. "Sweetie, I thought you said you were a big kid, that you could hold it?" "I can-" "Well, you gotta hold it awhile longer, remember? You gotta show you're potty trained, gotta hold your pee like a big boy." Then need to go grew exponentially every time she said something childish and demeaning. Both his hands were now fiddling with his skirt. "But I gotta go!" he protested, his voice becoming more childish. Debbie had to put a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing, but Julia frowned. "I know, but you're never gonna be a big kid if you can't hold it. Besides, you told mommy you didn't need diapers, remember?" The bathroom was literally a stone's throw away. Couldn't she just take him there and go? "Uh-huh, bu-" he started, but she cut him off again. "So, little mister, if you want to be a big kid you need to act like a big kid." She poked him gently in his bellybutton, as if to drive a 'stern' point. "So keep that diaper dry if you wanna say you're potty trained and don't need diapers. Got it?" He was speechless. Seriously? Potty training means I gotta hold it for, what, until you say? Is there a timer? A limit? What gives? Seeing no way out, he nodded a couple times. "Good," her voice softened. "Now, run along and play with your friends, okay?" She kissed him on the forehead again, and he dejectedly walked back to the playground. Nearby, a girl was sobbing incoherently as her daddy changed her diaper on the edge of the playground, while what he could only assume was her brother stood nearby. Alice smirked as he walked by. "Better not pee your pants, big baby," she whispered. He ignored the remark - he was close to winning his bet with mommy, he just had to keep going. More playing, more running around, and Johnny was stuck with an eternal reminder that he needed to pee. Had it been a 'normal' day, he would've gone easily an hour ago, or so he reckoned. Now, he had no idea of when he'd be allowed to. Every so often, Alice would pat him on the butt and giggle and taunt him about a 'diaper check', and no amount of insisting he was try would alleviate this. He squirmed from time to time, but he still bravely held on. At one point, Lily had peed in her diaper during a particularly lively game of tag, and had had to go back to Debbie for a change. Johnny had watched it from afar, wondering if that was to be his fate. And yet, Lily seemed like it was the most normal thing in the world - she was shorter than most, and while she could 'pass' for a baby compared to the others, the fact she so willingly pissed herself and went to an adult to be changed was...hard to wrap his head around. When they'd come back, Alice had whispered in his ear, "Before you leave, your mommy's gonna have to change your diaper, pottypants." They'd continued playing, and once or twice Julia had called him over for an official diaper check, and every time he'd been dry. The other women she sat with had marveled at this, and congratulated him with words and applause when he'd been dry, each and every time. Not in a mocking way - truthfully, they were impressed. This gave him a feeling of hope, one that rapidly decayed once he tried to play further with the girls and the feeling of I need to pee returned, stronger every time. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He stood in the middle of building a sandcastle, both hands on his crotch and jumbling from side to side. "Gotta go?" Lily asked innocently. She really had no concept of having to hold, apparently. "I can hold it..." Johnny mumbled, straining. He was dimly aware of Alice smirking to herself, but otherwise ignoring him. "I'll be right back," he huffed, then danced his way over to his mommy. Once more, she talked quite fervently with her friends, and he stood to the side trying his best quite literally and figuratively to hold it in. "Mommy I really gotta go potty now!" he blurted, all shame of kidtalk out the window. She looked over at him. "Johnny, if you can't hold it like a big kid, then you're gonna have to go potty in your diaper." She said it so matter of factly Johnny could scarcely believe it. "Big kids can hold their pee. You said you can, so you need to do it. If you can't, that's okay, but then let's be honest that you aren't potty trained, okay? Then we can work on it from there." He continued squeezing, trying not to lose. He was starting to feel tears coming on from the exertion. "I dun need diapers-" he stammered, trying to keep it alive. If he could say it, surely it would remain true. Nearby, their friend started cooing. "Aww, look how cute he is, trying to hold it. He's trying really hard, Julia, but I don't think he's gonna make it. Look at him, he's potty dancing!" Julia pursed her lips. "Big boys shouldn't have to potty dance." She placed her hands on Johnny's shoulders, gentle yet firm. "I don't think you're one, Johnny. It's okay, but don't be dishonest with mommy or yourself. If you can't hold it, then it's okay to go peepee in your diaper." She talked to him like he was literally a toddler, nay, less than that...she always did, the other adults did, they literally acted like he was a child, or even a baby. It began to dawn on him that he was going to face an uphill battle through this place, much like a real child does in the real world. They weren't going to take it easy on him, he was going to have to fight really hard for it. Taking a deep breath, he forced his legs to stop quivering, slowly took his hands away from his crotch and gripped the hem of his skirt. He felt his feet fidget a little bit here and there, but otherwise stood his ground. Julia nodded, placing a hand around the edge of his diaper to check it for wetness: satisfied, she nodded again, reaching into her purse nearby. "I'll hold it like a big boy, Mommy, I'll be dry. I can-" he felt something enter his mouth as her hand moved with practiced swiftness. "I'm sure you will, honey." She smiled gently, then went back to conversing with her friends. It took several moments to realize she'd slipped a pacifier in his mouth. He wanted to spit it out, but something internally just sucked on it, trying to distract himself from the fact that he was not in fact capable of holding it for much longer. It hurt, and he had to struggle very had to stay dry. Tears continued to well up in his eyes. He shifted from foot to foot a bit more vigorously now, starting to revert back to his 'potty dancing' again. Johnny was dimly aware of Alice and Lily now watching him from afar, probably gloating about his imminent defeat...no! No, he couldn't lose to the likes of them: Alice could at least get away with wearing pull-ups, she had to have surmounted this challenge before then, right? He had to win. So he had to pull out all the stops. He started pottydancing again, trying to push the shame past him. Some of the adults that milled about stopped to look at him and smile to themselves, probably assuming he was at his limit. The pressure increased, and he started shaking and trembling nigh uncontrollably as he did. He made little whimpering noises from behind his pacifier as he sucked like mad, the pain getting heavier and heavier as he felt like a massive weight had been set on his bladder. After what seemed like minutes of this, the pain finally crested and he felt a little leak. His eyes went wide with surprise as he realized he couldn't hold it anymore, and with a final, pathetic whimper forever muffled by the rubber pacifier in his mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut and subconsciously squatted down a couple inches, hearing a gushing noise like high-pressure water from a hose running down a gutter. As he heard this, he began to feel warmth flow through his diaper, pooling about between his legs and under his butt, slowly crawling up his backside as he unconsciously pushed harder, peeing forcefully into his diaper as tears started to roll down his eyes: he wanted to stop, but try as he might be couldn't, and he felt the warm-then-wet padding begin to sag around him. Finally, it began to subside, and he stood here, slowly standing back up and realizing what he'd done. He glanced up at mommy Julia, and after a few seconds she turned back to look at him. "Everything okay, Sunshine?" she asked, before a knowing look crossed her face and she reached a hand out to feel by his crotch. Feeling it squish, she scratched a few fingers near the cuff until it felt inside. "Uh-oh," she cooed, standing up and turning him around, lifting the back of his skirt and feeling his backside. "What happened, Johnny? Did you go potty in your diaper?" Hearing the words further flushed his face with heat and shame. Careful not to spit out the pacifier, his one source of distraction and comfort, he mumbled her words back to her: "I wen potty in muh diaper..." Debbie giggled at this. "Oh my goodness, Julia he is just the cuteset!" Julia playfully swatted him on his padded butt, just enough to feel it but not enough to hurt. "Okay, pottypants, off you go." Johnny was puzzled, turning around as she pulled the pacifier from his mouth. "...it's not that wet, don't be such a crybaby. Go play with your friends, okay?" He felt like it was a big deal, and wanted to protest but the shame of admitting that he'd pissed in a diaper in front of her was too much. Nodding and wiping his eyes, he walked back towards his friends, waddling a bit more than usual with the extra bulk between his legs. Every step squelched the soggy padding, and he was eternally aware of his predicament. Lily seemed unconcerned with events, and continued fooling around with her sand castle, but Alice was smirking in that sardonic way of hers. "Some big kid you're turning out to be." Chapter 3 - The Rabbit Hole Deepens Johnny did his best to forget about his wet diaper, trying harder and harder to focus on things, but he couldn't really get it out of his mind. He didn't want to be treated like a baby, but Alice had changed her tune and assured him that one accident wasn't going to doom him to a year of babying. In fact, it was pretty normal for kids to pee their pants: like she said, potty training was hard. That being said, a few facets of wisdom passed on from her, now that he'd learned 'the hard way' that he wasn't playing a game, and that he understood the situation. Imagine That was basically a giant playground: the adults (affectionately called mommies and daddies) had basically supreme authority over the little ones (people like himself and Alice). They weren't unfair, typically, but they had a very parent-child relationship, by design: the adults would indeed care for their little ones, but little ones conversely had to obey their rules, which generally involved trying to 'grow up' slowly and surely. Supposedly, should one manage to grow up all the way, they could become an adult and carry on as one if they so chose. Johnny wasn't sure if that's what he wanted, but for the time being it gave him a goal to work towards. In Imagine That, 'potty training' did have a definitive structure, though all parents were allowed to teach it in different ways. At its core, there was usually a 'trial' phase where the parent would test a little one to see how adept they were at not peeing their pants: according to Alice, Johnny had done very well - some adults used this training to guestimate where their little one was, while others used it to demonstrate why a little one needed to be in a specific place. Most went with this metric, and given the unpreparedness it was no surprise that Johnny had failed thus far. That was by design, but he needed to step up his game from here - everything after this was playing for real. His mommy, Julia, was well known for being gentle and kind, and was very protective of her little ones - however, she also had very, very high standards, and her potty training was difficult. Conversely, Debbie's wasn't very structured, so while easy it was also difficult to progress, as the lines were hard to see for what to pass and what not to. According to her, Lily was content at the stage she was in, and probably wouldn't get much farther. Alice, however, wanted to become an mommy here herself, so she was planning on going all the way. She was making good progress, but admitted that it was extremely tough, and that she'd been hard on Johnny to get him used to it: he needed to shake off whatever past conceptions he had and focus on what he was inside Imagine That. Additionally, there was also a 'roulette' that would take place and change the rules of potty training from time to time: these were kept hidden from little ones, but it never varied too awful much. Changes were minor, such as the timeframe between accidents, how many could be allowed, what the punishments were recommended to be, and so on. Not all adults adhered to this, but certain numbers had been figured out and passed on from little one to little one. A given day had at least two 'potty times' (or changing times, in certain cases) available minimum, usually one after waking up and one before bed (usually reserved for a little one relegated to diapers), though most ran an even number between four and twelve hours between these. Some mommies, like Julia, tended to use events as metrics instead, but it wasn't a guarantee. As for punishments, depending on what a little one wore, they could have a certain number of accidents. With undies (underwear as a term wasn't used, Johnny soon found out) any accident was considered a failure, pull-ups or padded panties typically allowed for one or even two accidents if the wearer was on good behavior (no leaking was allowed), and diapers were typically considered a success if there was no leaking. If you leaked consistently while in diapers, you went down to 'baby' status, and had basically all rights completely restricted for a time. Currently, Johnny was probably going to exist in the 'toddler' phase, where he'd have to wear diapers, but continuous good behavior and staying dry for long enough would elevate him up to pull-ups, like Alice. As they talked, Johnny felt a growing urge to go number two, but tried to keep it out of his mind while Alice talked, on and on. It took quite some time, but it began to really nag at his mind, so he was happy when she finally ended that day's lesson and they went back to playing. She went down the slide first, but as he approached he decided he'd had enough desperation, squatting down on his haunches. He grunted, pushing hard as he squeezed his eyes shut. He felt a warm mess slowly push into his diaper as it sagged. When he was finally done, he stood up and felt it lump under his backside. His cheeks flushed as he suddenly realized that he'd messed his pants for the first time in countless years. No...I didn't poop my pants. I pooped my diaper. It was hard to admit, but he decided to embrace the strange world he now lived in. Alice had returned up by this point. "Why didn't you go down yet?" she asked. Not receiving a response, she walked up and tapped him on the shoulder, audibly sniffing once or twice before a mischievous grin crept up on her face. "Oh, that's why." She grabbed him by the hand, half-leading half-dragging him back the way they came. "Come on, stinky, let's get you changed." They passed Lily on her way up by this point, and Johnny felt a bit more shame, realizing that he was really no different from her at this point. If anything, she was doing better, as she hadn't messed herself yet. Here he was, on a playground, being lead by a girl probably younger than him towards his mommy because he'd pissed and shit his diaper. It was hard to conceive of, and yet here he was. His free hand grabbed his skirt again, trying to pull it down lower to hide his shame, but no amount of it felt right. "Miss Juliaaaa~" she sang out for all to hear. "Johnny made a stinky in his diaper!" Julia stood up and inspected his diaper, feeling around as if she had to make sure for some reason. "Thank you, Alice, you're such a big girl!" Julia slowly lead Johnny over to the stroller, pulling out the diaper bag and laying a changing mat down for him. "Alright, pottypants, lay down here so mommy can change your diaper." Alice's prophecy had come true: before you leave, your mommy's gonna have to change your diaper. Tears in his eyes once again, Julia placed his pacifier back in his mouth, which he gladly accepted - anything to distract him from this. He heard her unbutton his onesie and pull it up a bit, making room for his diaper. She undid the tapes one at a time, then unfolded it. The woman was an expert, Johnny had to admit that: she was unfazed, unconcerned, if anything she was enjoying herself. Taking a few wipes, she pulled the diaper out from under him a bit and wiped away, soft and gentle and cold. Pulling a new diaper out from the bag similar to the one he'd been wearing just recently, she slid it under his bottom before wrapping up the used diaper and setting it side. She pulled out the bottle of powder and liberally applied it before folding the diaper up on him, taping it snug as could be and snapping shut his onesie, pulling the skirt back down and voila, you couldn't even tell he'd gone. "There we go," she sighed, satisfied with her work. She took the used diaper, still reeking of his potty time and dumped it in a nearby trash can. "Much better." About this time, Debbie seemed to think that a walk would do them some good, so she loaded up Lily into her stroller while Julia did the same for Johnny, buckling him in. She tied his pacifier to a nearby strap in case it fell out of his mouth, and gave him a baby bottle with milk to drink. Given how hot the day had gotten, Johnny obliged, accepting the rubber nipple as delicious, sweet, cold milk flowed through. His stroller was pushed adjacent to Lily's as Alice, being the big girl she was, walked with the adults. It wasn't a long path, maybe only a mile or so in circumference, but they took a leisurely pace, oftentimes passing other strollers or little ones walking about with their respective mommies and, in some rare cases, daddies. While approaching the end of his bottle, Johnny felt the urge to pee suddenly sneak up on him. Presuming it was leftover from his previous accident, he decided 'screw it' and simply resigned himself to his fate. Strangely, now that he wanted to go, he couldn't seem to. It took a good deal of pushing and concentrating, finally forcing himself to spurt a few times before just taking a deep breath and simultaneously relaxing yet pushing. The trickle of warm pee returned, and he felt it soaking into his diaper. It was a different feeling, peeing while sitting down. If anything it should've felt more normal, but this time the warmth crept up his crotch and up the front of his diaper, due to positioning. It was quite a few seconds later he realized he was still peeing. Flustered, he resolved to let as much out as possible so it wouldn't happen again later. He was dimly aware of Lily nearby making some short exhalations like through her teeth. A few moments later, he began to smell what she was making a fuss about. "Mommy, Lily went poopoo," Alice held her nose as she skipped along. Always willing to get on the good side of the adults: lil' brat. "It's okay, dear," Debbie replied as they kept strolling. "I'll change her once we get back to the playground." Alice nodded, looking past Lily and noticing Johnny. Her eyes bugged out for a moment before settling into a grin. She used both hands to pat her crotch, then dropped behind out of sight. Johnny wasn't sure what this meant until a cold breeze was felt around his crotch and thighs. Looking down, he realized with horror that he'd leaked through his diaper and his onesie and skirt were now damp! As he shifted about in his stroller, he felt a bit of cold pee soak into his onesie from below, and realized he'd must have gone more than anticipated. He tried to think of something, how could he hide it? What could he do? He hoped he had milk to spill, but it was gone and he'd sealed it tight. He couldn't ask for juice, she'd see, but if he did nothing...no, there was nothing to do: Alice had seen what he'd done, she'd tattle on him in a heartbeat. Resigned to his fate, he set the empty bottle in its holder and felt his lip quiver. After an eternity, they'd finally returned, with Debbie stopping to pick up Lily like a baby on her hip, fiddling with her nose and cooing a bit while Julia came around the side of the stroller. She went to undo his crotch-straps belt buckling him in, but stopped when her hand came in contact with a cold dampness. "...Johnny, what happened?" "I was dri-" he hiccupped, feeling tears start to pour down his face uncontrollably as he began to sob, his words becoming a jumbled mess. "An I had to pee and I couldn't ho-oh-old it mommy I peed-" she slowly fit the pacifier into his mouth, stopping his attempt at justifying what he couldn't. "Goodness, it's okay honey: here, let's get you changed. She pulled him up and held him aloft in her chest, a marvel to her strength. She held him under his calves, his butt rested on her hands as she gently rocked him. He buried his face into her shoulder, drying his tears and hugging her tight against his continued shame. The sound of giggling caused him to look up, seeing Alice one her back rolling around with laughter at him. He noticed a damp spot on her pull-ups, and realized that she'd quite literally pissed herself laughing. Returning to nuzzle his face into his mommy's shoulder, he waited for his sobbing to subside. Then it was back to the changing mat for him, again. She undid his onesie again, but this time removed his skirt and then the onesie itself, stating she'd need a change of clothes. Retrieving an outfit that was somehow worse from the diaper bag, consisting of a low-cut t-shirt and a tinier skirt, she dried him off and start working on removing his pissy diaper, folding it over and wiping him off in much the same manner as before, applying powder and settling a new diaper to him. However, this time she pulled out what looks like a large pad and started setting it into the diaper. "Here, this will help make sure you don't leak again." "Hahahahaha," Alice giggle, wiping tears of joy from her eyes. "You literally can't even take normal diapers like Lily! Hahahahhahaha," she sat up taking a deep breath. "Those diapers are thicker and you need pads for them!" Debbie shot her a frown, and she backed off right away. Julia continued unabated, pulling the diaper around and taping it shut over Johnny. He could tell right away, this diaper was indeed much bigger and thicker, and the pad made it even more so. He had a much harder time closing his legs, feeling like he had a cardboard cutout keeping his legs spread. She set the t-shirt over his head and then helped hike up the skirt once he was standing. He didn't think it could be any more embarrassing, and yet this was somehow more revealing. He couldn't think of why until it suddenly clicked that it was easier to diaper check him now, with the bottom of his diaper sticking out from under the skirt so anyone at any time could see if it was wet or messy. There was literally no hiding it, even if he stood straight up and it extended as far as possible: if he bent over or sat down it'd show for all the world. In this state, any passerby could now call him out. Julia picked up the pieces of the traumatizing experience and went to go throw away the used diaper. Alice sidled up to him in the process. "Word to the wise - if you pee too fast, you'll leak. Gotta go slow, or make sure it gets to all the spaces." "Yeah, got it..." he mumbled. She frowned. "Ya gotta learn the hard way or you're never learn, Tinkle Trousers." She shrugged. "You're not some special new kid, you gotta earn your way up the ladder same as rest of us." Alice did pat him on the shoulder gently, an olive branch of reconciliation. "I'll see ya around, new kid." Giggling, she skipped off towards Debbie, whom was busied with attending to Lily's own diaper. Once Julia returned, she hugged Johnny. "Ready to go home, kiddo?" He nodded solemnly. "Alright, up you go." She helped him back into the stroller and strapped him in, willingly accepting his pacifier by this point as Lily waved, still on her back mid-change. Alice waved as well, sheepish but plotting. It was rather uneventful, otherwise: once back to the minivan, he was loaded into his booster seat, the diaper bag set nearby, the stroller folded up and they were on their way. When they arrived home, he hadn't been in the best of spirits. Julia had whipped up some chicken nuggets he'd crunched on, and she'd eaten some canned soup. The TV was on in the background, some kiddie cartoon he'd never heard of, but his mind was locked on his predicament. Potty training...little ones...it was a lot to take in for one day. He still felt the pad and diaper combination beneath him, reminding him every time he moved with its feel or a crinkling sound. It'd worn down a bit so he could walk more normally, but he still had to waddle around when moving. Julia had him play around with things, a rocking horse, blocks, babyish things that were of little interest to him. He asked some questions about potty training where appropriate, and learned some new things about his current situation: given the fact that he'd held out for as long as he did, he got plus marks on that front, but he'd also had a messing accident and then leaked afterwards. It basically canceled itself out and then lowered him some, and lent credence to the current notion that he was not potty trained, and currently still needed to wear diapers at his current state. She would keep him at this point until he showed sufficient ability to 'hold his pee like a big kid', and would be more-or-less at a 'toddler' point: he would be treated with some privileges, but would wear babyish clothes, move about in a stroller, a baby seat in the car, he'd be limited to diapers, and so on and so forth. If he was able to do sufficiently well, he could back up to diapers without pads, like he'd started with that day, then to lighter diapers and then to pull-ups. Once there, he'd have to avoid having leaks and then he'd be a big kid. After being a big kid successfully, he could become a daddy, and then he'd be basically free from there until his paid session was up next year. But it was a long journey: first things first, he needed to get things in order here. Julia was so far pleased as punch with having him, and he couldn't find it in himself to be upset with how his first day in Imagine That had gone. Well, aside from the obvious, but if that was just to show him the cost of failure, then he could succeed. As he drifted off to sleep in his crib, in his nursery, in his footed-onesie pajamas, the feeling of a soft, dry diaper hugging his butt, the soft embrace of a plastic pacifier in his mouth, Johnny was content.
  12. Read First I'm really sorry if this against the rules, but I went ahead and created a new topic with tags. I didn't want to write anything that would be offensive to people who weren't into certain kinks and such. I'll continue to write this for a bit since it's been a pretty fun to practice writing. If any moderators come across this, Please just delete the original topic by the same name! Also added a doodle of Miyuki, not great but thought it would be nice to kinda show what I think, since my writing isn't the best. Chapter 1 On a quiet Friday night a tired diligent artist works on a new idea for a short romantic comedy 4-koma. She finishes typing up her script before saving, and putting her computer to sleep. Miyuki Izumi, had been working all day typing up her disappointingly short script. Even spending sometime at work, spaced out, day dreaming about the idea. She wasn't normally a bad employee, but her mind usually always revolved around her artwork, and nothing else. At 21 years of age, Miyuki held a decent salaryman job, as an office worker. She wasn't particularly skilled in much, beyond her drawing skills so often times she had to give it her 100% at her workplace in order to do her job correctly Drawing was something that plagued Miyuki she was quite an artist, but often doubted her own work. Often choosing to lie in bed scrolling through other artists work. She had serious issues with self esteem, and self confidence. She was a very short girl, along with her undesirable breast size and was also quite plain in terms of her fashion, Usually wearing longer skirts with a long sleeve sweater, or sweatpants and a t-shirt if she was home in her apartment. Even down to her large glasses she wore because of her bad eyesight. But despite these sometimes helpless feelings of despair she fought on because she loved to draw. "oh my, it's 2:am... I've got to get some sleep." She plops down onto her bed, removing her glasses and placing them on her night stand. Lifting the covers over herself, and grabs her favorite body pillow that she often slept with. Miyuki loved Magical Girl Poya Poya. It was an older magical girl show that she loved as a child, and secretly fell in love with. Hugging her pillow tightly she drifted off to slumber with a tiny smile. Miyuki jolted awake, followed by heavy breathing. Her back was cold and wet from sweat, as well as her sheets that were quite damp. She had woken from a nightmare that she had relived many times before. It was a large factor of her issues with self confidence and self esteem. She was once taken advantage of by a upper class-man in high school. The thoughts made her shiver in fear, thankfully she was saved by some nameless group of girls that caught the boy, in the girls bathroom before things could have become much worse. She became terrified of men, and often took measures not to interact with them. In that moment she was betrayed by someone who was her friend, they even shared laughs, He robbed her of her innocence, and it affected her greatly. That was five years ago. In that time, she had time to think and adapt, her parents sought out therapists. In the beginning it was rough, but eventually she was able to talk about it. She was not fixed but it did helped her move on. She still had nightmares about it. This was something that became a common occurance for Miyuki. Waking up in sweat was a more preferable occurrence, it didn't happen often but the worst case scenario she would have woken up in puddle of urine. It hadn't happened in a long time, but she took precautions nonetheless. She kept a plastic sheet over her mattress, to avoid soiling it. As well as regular bathroom use right before bed. Shivering she finally crawled out of bed and changed her clothes, putting on a pair of thick sweat pants and and a sweater she turned on her tv. Watching anime was an escape from her stress, She often left dvds in her dvd player for this purpose. After about an hour of watching anime, her stomach made and audible noise. "Ah, breakfast... "I'm gonna have to go out..." Feeling guilty of being lazy, she went ahead and took a shower, before putting on a sweater and skirt. Miyuki had fairly long black hair that went down to her back, though she often liked to keep it in a single large braid. After getting ready she grabbed her bag, and headed out. Usually she would keep some things likes eggs, bacon, and other foodstuffs, but she was so excited to get home and write some of her script yesterday, she forgot to go shopping. She locked her door, walking down the stairs to her apartment. "whoah... It's really cold out, I wish I had brought a coat." she says under her breath, rubbing her hands together. Soon her destination came into sight. It was a family restaurant that served a mixture of Japanese food, as well as more Western dishes. Walking through the door, a chime rings. She waits at the door patiently. It's not long before a older lanky man in his late 30s, comes to greet her. "Good morning Izumi-san, it's been what a year, since I've last seen you here!" Miyuki, had come to this restaurant many times before, she liked the atmosphere, the place wasn't always crowded, and she was a regular and the manger became used to her usual request. "y-yes sir, I've been busy with work and such..." Miyuki spoke a bit tense. "I'm glad to hear your working hard! So the table in the back corner?" She nodded. He grabbed a menu and some silverware, and led her to the table, she usually sat toward the wall so she could look out the window, and to minimize potential eye contact with others. "A waitress will be out soon to serve you." The manager, said after setting up the table. Miyuki thanked him as he returned to the front of the store. Looking into her bag she noticed she forgot something "n-no way." She had forgotten her phone on her computer desk. she sighed and pulled out a small sketch book and some pencils. Miyuki didn't like the attention of drawing in public, but today the restaurant was nearly empty so she seemed more open to the idea. about 5 minutes had passed before she was surprised when she heard a woman greet her quite loudly. Slightly in shock, the woman bent over placing a hand on Miyuki's shoulder. "Oh I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" I-I'm okay! Miyuki awkwardly yelped. She was in disbelief of the pure femininity of this woman. She had long blond hair that went down to her waist, large blue eyes as well as make-up in all the right places. Not to mention her much more desirable figure. The lady took notice in Miyuki's dumbfounded stare. She giggled "My name is Katou-san and I'll be your waitress this morning." Miyuki finally coming to her senses. "Hi I-I'm Izumi-san n-nice to meet you!" She awkwardly replied. Katou-san Laughed again. "I don't need to know your name silly, but I appreciate your manners!" She sat embarrassed "s-sorry." "Aw your so sweet." Lifting up her clipboard, "What can I get for you?" Miyuki Replied, "Um, an orange juice, w-with pulp, a-and the hamburg steak breakfast." Writing this down Katou-san held a beaming smile,"oho, that's a cute choice!" "Alright, let me take this to the back hun, and I'll be back with your OJ!" As Katou-san left, Miyuki sat completely beat red embarrassed. Being doted on did not come naturally to her. She had felt absolutely dumb, for that greeting earlier. She thought about it hard, and something began to seem off. The waitress had a weird speech tone, she kept dropping english esque words, Miyuki wasn't all to sharp on her english but she understood popular words. Of course her blond hair, and blue eyes, also gave it away, She must not have been born in Japan, but maybe been here long enough to pick up the language? Soon the Blonde girl came back with her orange juice. "Here you go sweetie." Dropping a straw on the table, she returned to the back, with a little wave. Miyuki wondered if it would have been rude to ask about where she came from. She had never really talked to a foreigner before, but she heard some rumors about them. She began to doodle, as she sipped her orange juice. Her doodling turned to sketching, as she was interested in the strange waitress. upon a few quick sketches of the waitress, she began to feel a bit embarrassed so she quickly drew some other simple characters along side her to try to diminish the characters presence. No matter how you looked at it the drawing, it was definitely of Katou-san. Katou-san came back to check up on the small Japanese girl. "Need anything? Looks like your running low on OJ, want me to refill it for you?" Miyuki replied "Y-yes please!" She smiled reaching over the table to grab the glass. "Um... K-Katou-san... a-are you not from here?" Miyuki stuttered out. There was a bit of silence before Katou-san smiled and laughed. "You little detective.... nope, I'm not from here but I've been here for awhile, what gave it away? Was it my Japanese? Miyuki staring at the blonde beauty, with blue eyes. "N-no... just a hunch." She laughed again, "I'm kiddding! Seriously though hows my Japanese? it's not to obvious? I've thought it was okay since people around me never pointed it out." Miyuki trying to be tactful "It's.... not bad, but some of the words you say I don't really understand. Y-your accent doesn't help... b-but it's not like it's bad... but y-you do have a nice voice! Aw you think so? You're so kind! Thanks- OH I'm supposed to be getting your orange juice! I'll be right back!" The waitress returned quickly retreating to the kitchen, leaving Miyuki to her thoughts. "wow, she's really pretty, ah, I forgot to ask where she's from..." Katou-san returned, this time with a sizzling hot plate as well as another plate with her eggs and bacon all balanced on one arm, and in the other hand Miyuki's orange juice. "I'm back Izumi-san! Hearing her own name was a bit embarrassing. Setting the drink down, freeing up her arm, she skillfully maneuvered the plates off of it and on to the table. "Can I get you anything else?" Miyuki Replied "N-no, thank you." Katou-san smiled once again before leaving out of her sight. She doubled back before leaving "Oh yeah if it's not to weird, could I see what you were drawing?" Katou-san grinned. Miyuki nearly felt obligated as if she was being hypnotized by her beauty, before remembering what she had drawn, but it was too late, as she had already handed the waitress her book. Katou-san looked as she made her amazement, quite audible. She even took a seat across from Miyuki, who looked embarrassed as well as surprised. "Oh I hate this booth it's always to tight on this side, as she squeezed in, her large bosom nearly coming to rest on the table. "Oh is this one supposed to be me!?" She pointed showing the beat red Izumi. "Uh-uh... N-NO it's just a coincidence!" Miyuki panicked! Katou-san wasn't buying it as she grinned quite smugly. I don't know Izumi-san I think you really got my uniform nailed down pretty well! She spoke teasingly. Miyuki lost for words, looked as if she could cry at any moment. Katou-san laughed. "Aw it's okay! I love it, you draw really well! These other characters look really cute too!" Miyuki tried to hide her embarrassment "th-thank you..." Just as she thought the teasing was over, Katou-san made a comment with a seriously concerned expression. "Though I think my breasts are much bigger than what you've got drawn here Izumi-san!" Miyuki again lost for words not knowing how to respond, she just hid her embarrassment, I-I th-though it would have b-been rude... she quietly said. "I'm kidding! Please it's okay don't worry the place is empty, I'm just a big teaser! Oh I'm so sorry I should be letting you eat! Let me get out of here! Miyuki quickly responded. "Y-you don't have to go!" blushing. Katou-san was surprised, but she took her offer. "O-oh well I guess I'll stay then" She smiled with a light blush. Miyuki awkwardly began to cut into her food. "u-um is it okay if I ask where you're from Katou-san?"Katou-san breaking away from admiring her sketch. Finally responds. "I was born in the US." Miyuki swallowing. "Oh really! That's so cool, I'd like to visit there someday... "Yes it's a very nice country despite what people say." Katou-san seemed a bit pained. "If you dont mind me asking, why did you come to Japan?" Miyuki inquired. Katou-san seemed conflicted and a bit reserved. "I-I don't mind you asking, but maybe another time, it's a complicated topic." "I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry..." Miyuki apologized. She seemed guilty about changing the mood, Katou-san seemed like a cheerful person and didn't like to hover on moody topics. There was a bit of an awkward silence before Miyuki deep in her thoughts, spoke a very out of character line. " K-katou-san I-if you ever need someone to talk to... Or.." Katou-san cut her off. "I don't really need anyone to talk too... But I could use a friend, I don't have too many of those. So maybe some time we could talk over coffee or something?" She seemed a bit happy that Miyuki had offered. Miyuki perked up, "y-yeah that sounds nice!" Just then the door chimed as a larger group of people came in." Katou-san got out of the tiny booth, peeved. "ah geez, looks like I can't talk anymore. Let me go grab your check before it gets real busy. Katou-san ran off to the back once again. about 10 minutes later. Katou-san had come back with the check, "Well it looks like it's about to get busy here...". handing Miyuki the check. "If you go up to the front He'll check you out." Miyuki nodded. There was a bit of hesitation, in Katou-san's voice, "Hey well I'm not going to be able to stick around, but I still wanna have that coffee!... so let me give you my number!" Strangely enough she pulls out an older flip phone. Miyuki got excited before she realized she had forgotten her phone. "Uh... I'm sorry but I left my phone at home..." Katou-san put her phone away and reached into her pocket, and pulled out a sharpie pen. "Hope you don't mind she smiled, leaning over the table, her larger but soft hands held onto Miyuki's as the pen tickled her palm. Katou-san was close, as Miyuki couldn't help but notice again, how pretty she really was. "There! Okay well I really gotta go, but you better call me, okay! Miyuki awkwardly replied "y-yes ma'am!" Katou-san giggled as she went over to take the other customers orders. Miyuki, for the first time in a long time, made a friend. Chapter 2 Miyuki had paid and left the restaurant as she began walking back to her apartment. She was in great mood, it wasn't everyday that she had a long conversation like that. She wanted to call Katou-san right away, of course she was still working. Now that she thought about it, she never told Miyuki, what would be a good time to call. Miyuki soon arrived at her apartment, taking off her shoes, placing them at the door. Miyuki-san happily sat on her computer chair where she left her phone, and immediately, entered in Katou-san's number into her contacts list. Swirling in her chair, her excitement grew. She soon took notice of her own eagerness, "Okay I've gotta distract myself... I've got work to do so I should get started." She woke her computer, to resume her work. She began to re-read and do some slight editing to her script before grabbing her sketch book and started drawing some rough sketches of the scenes, looking up every once in while to read. She put some music on, and soon found her self completely engaged in her activity. It had been about 5 hours of non-stop work. Her hand was a bit cramped, and her back felt stiff. A good sign she had been working to long. She let out a soft yawn, as she checked the time. 5:32pm "Whoah, yeah I should probably take a nap...b-but what if Katou-san calls first? I should just wait a bit longer..." She swiveled her chair towards her tv turning it on, continuing where she left off on her anime she was watching earlier. Soon the tired girl gave in to slumber right there in her computer chair... She woke slowly wiping sleep from her eyes. The tv repeated the main menu music, the window was dark. Coming to her senses she checked her phone it was 11pm. Miyuki Jumped up "N-No! I fell asleep!" She quickly checked her phone for any messages, seeing none she became very conflicted about what she should do. Was Katou-san already asleep? Did she work later? Miyuki grew desperate so she painfully pressed the call button and awaited for Katou-san to answer. The phone ringed for a bit each time was more disheartening. Hello? A voice on the other end spoke out. K-Katou-san?! I-it's me, Izumi! She gripped the phone tensely. "Oh, Izumi-san, you know... I was getting worried that you didn't want to see me..." Miyuki-san yelped, "T-That's not true! I-I just didn't know when was a good time to call, a-and then, I wasn't sure if you worked late, and then I tried just waiting but then I fell asleep. a-and-" Katou-san interrupted her. "I-I'm sorry... I was just teasing! Please calm down, I kind of figured that was the issue, I'm kind of an airhead sometimes. I should really pull back on the jokes." Miyuki once again fell for another one of her traps. "O-oh! y-you really had me worried Katou-san!" She shook her fist at nothing in particular. Katou-san apologized again, "Sorry, don't be mad please! Well it's kind of late I think all the coffee shops around here are closed..." Miyuki felt disappointed in herself but her determination was still high. "Katou-san! H-How about a b-beer! The bars are still open!" There was some giggling over the phone before Katou-san in between laughter replied. "Oh really! I didn't take you for someone who drank, or even someone who was old enough to!" Miyuki slightly embarrassed reassured her. "N-No I-can drink! I-I can even hold my liquor!" I'm serious! T-there's even a bar not too farm from my apartment!" There was some silence, before Katou-san replied. "I guess I have to take your offer! How about we meet at the restaurant in around 10 minutes?" Miyuki-san excitedly agreed before hanging up. She jumped all round excited as she quickly got her things ready and ran out the door, only returning a few seconds later because she forgot to lock it. Miyuki hadn't felt so happy in a long time, she was going out at night to meet a friend she had met the same day. She quickly made it to the restaurant, only 5 minutes early. She waited and waited with a grin on her face, looking about and searching for any sight of the blond. The more she waited the more she realized how few people were out, It was actually a bit spooky. Seemingly out of nowhere, She was frightened by a "boo" Jumping away she nearly had a heart attack, if she hadn't realized that it was Katou-san who had snuck behind her. K-Katou-san! Miyuki made a voice that was angry but not in the slightest intimidating. The blond was quick to apologize I'm sorry! You just looked adorable looking all over the place like that!" Miyuki blushed before she took notice of Katou-san outfit, it was much more stylish than her own clothes. She wore her hair in the same natural way, but she wore a cool looking black jacket with a blouse that exposed just enough cleavage to cause anyone to blush,and she wore a pair of jeans that hugged her legs nicely. "You done gawking?" I'm ready to hit the bars girl!" Miyuki playfully getting her attention. Miyuki came to her senses "R-right! sorry t-this way!" She led the away to the promised bar. It had been quite a couple of hours, it had started awkwardly enough as they broke each other in and soon they were talking comfortably. Comfortably left, and then came more intimately. Miyuki had lied about her ability to keep her liquor and it was obvious to Katou who was much better at doing so. Izumi had taken pleasure in drinking way to much, and by her 5th beer, was incoherently explaining to Katou-san how cool magical girls are and how she's wanted to be one all her life. Making all kinds of silly gestures and signs that the blonde could only laugh at. Miyuki had nearly ordered another before Katou stepped in. "I think you've had enough Izumi-san." She grabbed her hand before she rose it trying to get the bartenders attention. In her drunken state she had no fear of anyone even men. Though it was mostly due to Katou-san who ordered the first 2 drinks. Miyuki paused drunkenly before realizing what Katou-san meant. "O-Oh! I see, I am drunk..." It had been about 2 hours, and it was getting late, Katou felt a bit bad for the poor girl she must have been trying to impress her but she wasn't doing so well because she couldn't walk straight. Miyuki instead that she was okay and could handle the walk back to her apartment, but the mature blond knew better she put her arm around miyuki and helped her staggering out of the bar and down the dimly lit street. The normal 5 minute walk took roughly 20 minutes due to Miyuki drunken directions but eventually Katou and the young girl made it to her apartment, or at least she hoped. Miyuki had been rambling nonsense the entire time, but upon reaching the door on the 3rd floor Miyuki finally spoke something that she understood. "Um Katou-san I don't feel very good." Just then the blond, realizing what she meant, and had no time to react. The young girl stared off into space before vomit spewed from her mouth and nose. It wasn't long before she was sobbing. There was vomit on her front door as well some that had dripped on to her sweater and shoes. Katou-San quickly fished for her keys in the girls purse. Upon getting the door open she set Miyuki up against the wall. "Don't leave me Kato-san... I'm sorry." Katou reassured her. "Hey it's okay I'm gonna be right back you stay here and just have a seat." Katou had been to many parties before and knew how to deal with these things. She searched her apartment before finding her bathroom, grabbing a towel she ran back out side wiping off Miyuki's drooling mouth. She gently took Miyuki's glasses off placing them in her pocket. She then took care taking off her stained shoes. Upon taking Miyuki's sweater off Izumi-San suddendly had a burst of energy, she seemed feerful "w-what are you doing Katou-san! She weakly held on to herself making it difficult to remove her sweater. "Izumi-San sweetie your sweater is covered in vomit, I need to take it off-" "d-dont! Stop!" Her protests were void of energy. Eventually Katou-san was able to get her sweater off leaving her in a t-shirt, skirt, and black stockings. She picked up the incoherent girl, to her bed sitting her up on the edge of the bedside. "Izumi-san I think,it's best that you take a shower to try and sober you up." The young girl was nearly passed out and her eyes were red, from crying. She was most definitely tired. After some though Katou thought it was best to let her sleep. She didn't want to leave her alone in case she ended up suffocating on her own vomit. So she did the next best thing and slept next to the poor girl and kept her head on her side of the bed with a trash can. She opted for the gjrl's computer chair because for some reason her bed was a bit damp, she also noticed the strange plastic feeling under her sheets. She could only put two together which only made her feel more sorry for the girl. She had at least moved her to the dryer side of her bed. She couldn't help but rub her tired head. She looked like a little doll without her glasses on. She did have to admit she did look quite adorable with them on as well. But she kept her thoughts hidden away. She noticed looked at the clock on the night stand it was 3am. It seemed like it had been much longer. She too found herself nodding off, before she new it she was already asleep. Light was beaming into her Katou's eyes she realized it was morning, but didn't know the time. Looking over at the clock again it read 8 am, She nearly had a heart attack but she realized it was Sunday, a day she had off. Relieved she remembered that she spent the night in Izumi's apartment watching over the poor girl. She was actually a lot more worried that she had shifted her position in her sleep on to her side, but was relieved to see she was breathing. She had somehow able to find her body pillow with some anime character on it. She found equally cute as Izumi was hugging in her sleep. Katou-san couldn't help but to take picture with her phone until she realized it was dead. "figures..." She said with a smile before going back to watching the cute girl again. She had almost reached over to pet her head, until she suddenly noticed Izumi's light brown skirt, grew darker before visibly flowing liquid could be seen and heard. Katou gasped out loud before attempting to wake the girl up. Multiple shoves were required as the young girl held tightly to her pillow urine began to soil that too, as she had it tucked in-between her legs. "Izumi-san please wake up!" she said gently trying not to startle her awake. She suddenly woke up and she just stared off into the distance before noticing a blond girl looking over her. "K-katou...san?" she shifted and immediately felt the wetness on her legs and skirt as well as the currently trickling pee. Miyuki tried to jump up and quickly dart for the bathroom but she was wrapped up in her sheets and the large body pillow, she tried and tried, fighting to make it to the bathroom but she couldn't even get a foot on the floor. Eventually her bladder gave up and she sat there on her bed on her hands and knees wetting herself. She hung her head in shame but was equally to scared to look anywhere else. Thankfully her lower portion was covered in sheets, but even Katou knew what she was doing. Her breathing became heavy and staggered as her shoulders jerked. The blond walked over to the girl, she got down in front of the girl, who had made it just to the edge of the bed. She saw the face of a mortified girl, her eyes were open, casted down. brimming with tears refusing to look at anything else. she bit her lip but nothing could stop the pitiful sound of choked sobs. Katou grabbed and pulled the girl into a tight hug, not caring about the soaked sheets that surround the girl. Miyuki made some attempt at an apology but, Katou-san just held her tight without any words. Before long Miyuki gave up and let her self cry, she cried for a long time. The only thing breaking through her sobs, were Miyuki's heartfelt sorry's. it had been about 30-40 minutes before Katou-san spoke. "Izumi-san, It's okay... I don't think of you any less." She began to stroke the girl's hair. "You had a rough night you know? It wasn't your fault." Soon Miyuki had brought her tears down to sniffling. Katou noticed this and began to help the poor girl, trying her best to be tactful. "Hey how about we get you up and into the shower would you like that?" There was a pause before she could feel Izumi nodding. She could feel the girl struggling with the sheets, before Katou, simply princess carried her to the bathroom which almost started Izumi tears back up. "It's okay, just calm down. Miyuki hadn't felt so miserable, so humiliated, and helpless in a very long time. She couldn't help but cry, at the same time, she had never felt such kindness, and love from someone other than her own mother before. She tried her best to stifle her tears, and try to remain somewhat dignified. Soon she was placed down onto her feet. The floor was cold, and her soaking wet stockings didn't help. Katou-san gently untangled the sheets around the shivering girl, soon leaving her in her skirt which was almost completely wet down the middle and around her bottom, her stockings were fully soaked. She was so embarrassed, trying to cover herself which was nearly impossible. The tall blond rolled up the sheets into a ball, before addressing the younger girl. "Izumi-san go ahead and take your clothes off and leave them at the door, you go ahead and take a shower, and I'll wash these for you." Miyuki protested insisting that she shouldn't have to do so, but was ultimately silenced by Katou. "It's okay hun, let me help you." Katou-san took the sheets to the washing machine, and waited outside the bathroom door until a small hand held the soaking wet clothes just outside the bathroom door. The blond grabbed her clothes being mindful not to peak. She took her clothes to the washing machine, and started a load. Soon it was just her, the sound of the washing machine, and the sound of the young girl showering. It had been in the back of her mind since this morning but she felt horrible for feeling the way she did. Katou had a secret, she enjoyed watching girls wet themselves, bed wettings, toilet accidents... She drew immense pleasure from it, but most of all, she enjoyed when it wasn't on purpose... The blond had grown with this strange fetish for a long time, she used to hate herself for having it, and right now she really did hate herself for even thinking about that right now. This wasn't the first time she had witnessed it... but it was surely the most pitiful of them all. All she knew is that she wanted to protect this girl. Deep in her heart she felt that something was hurting Izumi-san. Chapter 3 Miyuki sat silently in the shower, letting the warm water pound her back and head, she had tucked herself into a ball and refused to move for quite awhile. She was replaying the incident over and over. She felt miserable, she felt humiliated, and she felt dumb. She wasn't able to make the call to Katou earlier, so they could have coffee. She couldn't hold her liquor, and ended up vomiting right in front of her. She had to be taken care of by Someone she hadn't even known for whole a 24 hours, forcing her to stay the night in her apartment. To complete the deal she had wet the bed, as well as wetting herself right in front of her. She quietly began to sob again, she tried her best but she just couldn't help feel how helpless and pathetic she was. An unknown amount of time had gone by as she sat in the shower, she had stopped crying and realized she should finish up in the shower and properly apologize to Katou for everything. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower, and grabbing a towel, she began to dry herself off. She held on to the door handle tying to compose herself. She was still shaking but she had to do what was right. She called out for Katou but there was no response, She did so again but heard nothing. She opened the door and saw no-one there. She grew worried but she also noticed her bed was not only dry but it was made, her clothes were folded on the bed. It felt weird having the presence of someone else in her, typically empty apartment. She walked over to the bed and noticed some breathing, and sure enough Katou-san had fallen asleep on the floor. She felt embarrassed because she was clutching in one hand her body pillow, and in the other hand her Magical Girl Poya Poya pillow case. She must have been trying to put it back on and fell asleep right on the spot. She smiled a bit, and it was the first smile she had made that morning. Seeing that she was a sleep she went a head and got dressed slipping on a pair of panties, sweat pants, and a long sleeve shirt. She hadn't had anyone sleep over at her apartment or house before, and wasn't really sure what to do, but she figured it was best to let her sleep. She grabbed a blanket from her closet and draped it over the sleeping blond. She soon found herself standing above the girl, staring at her face. It was a beautiful face that made it hard for the girl to look away. She was able to bring herself to her senses and found away to keep herself busy. She went over to the small kitchen area and decided to put a pot of coffee on. She tried her best not to make any noise. She thought about using her computer but the way Katou-san was sleeping made it difficult to actually sit at it, so she decided to work traditionally on her bed. She grabbed her headphones so she could listen to music, but her phone was nearly dead, so she went ahead and put it on the charger. She drew in her sketchbook in relative silence for about and 2 hours had passed and soon Miyuki had fallen asleep as well. Miyuki had been woken for the second time this morning by a blonde girl. She jolted up in surprise, realizing that once again she was going to have to face Katou-san. The blond was relieved, "Sorry that I woke you... I-uh... threw away your plastic sheet... I wanted to make sure you didn't... have another accident." She tried choosing her words more carefully as not hurt the small girl. Miyuki replied, "t-thank you... for doing that..." She went on her hands and knees on the bed, bowing her head, she was groveling in forgiveness. She spoke shaking. "I'm sorry for everything Katou-san. I don't know how to repay you. I'm just so sorry." Katou-san was lost for words. She wasn't Japanese but she knew that groveling was a serious deal. "I accept your apology but it's just as much my fault, I should have known you were having a lot to drink last night. I'm the elder her and I had a responsibility to take care of you. So please for the sake of being my friend will you please not grovel like that?" saying this, the blonde, gently sat on the bed with her. The groveling girl finally sat normally, her face was still hot with shame. She grabbed the small girls hands "Izumi-san... is there anything you want to talk to me about?" Miyuki felt Katou's hands, they were soft and gentle but at the same time she felt that if she ran away those same hands would not allow it. hearing this she thought hard. "Is there something that's been troubling you?" Miyuki was deep in thought unsure if Katou was talking about what she thought she was talking about. She wasn't the most open about things especially her past. "I turned down your offer yesterday... about needing someone to talk to, because I don't feel comfortable with my past. I don't like talking about it and I don't want to think about it." Miyuki listened intently. "Now how about we make a deal, If I tell you about why I left the US, how about you tell me about yourself, and your past." Miyuki thought about it, she twiddled her fingers, and thought really hard, the only ones that new about her past were her parents and her therapist. All of which she hadn't really seen in good while. She did feel safe with Katou-san. She had taken care of her the whole night and continued to do so in the morning. She really must have cared right? She nodded her head hesitantly in response. Katou smiled "Then it's a deal! but before we get started, I smell coffee, and I think this would be a nice talk over some coffee, don't you think?" Miyuki remembered she had put the coffee on but forgot about it when she fell asleep. "Y-yes I think so too, the mood change helped her feel a bit more relaxed. She ran over to the kitchen before turning back. "u-um the coffee... I-I might have to microwave it...." Katou-san replied "That's fine, sorry for the trouble!" It had been an hour of constant talking, most of which had been done by the blonde. Katou-san was born in the US, her real name however was Juliette Alice, she enjoyed her life there. She was a fairly popular girl in high school, a true queen bee. Though she was kind and understanding and was usually the one to stick up for other students the ones that were bullied and such. Juliette was not a very bright girl, nor did she posses any talent in the arts, or music. She did however enjoy sports, she was a good athlete which helped her through high school with numerous scholarships. She did however hold a secret, she was attracted to both women and men, but she never enjoyed the company of men the same way she did when she was hanging around girls. She had always kept this to herself, and for the most part never acted on the urges. It wasn't until the 11th grade that she had befriended a girl that she ran with often during track practice. She had known her for years, and at one point she just felt determined that maybe she was able to understand her feelings. If not, she was still a good friend and would understand her. She thought she had nothing to loose. Juliette decided to come out to her parents first, they were the supportive figures in her life of course. They had disregarded anything she had said, and strictly forbid her from talking anymore about it. She had been in complete shock, she couldn't believe it. About a month later, she brought the topic back up this time she was met with strong retaliation. This went on for months. She felt shame for her sexuality she felt disgusted. If her own parents wouldn't understand, how could anyone else? She continued through her school life, she was no queen bee anymore she was depressed, she became much more stoic, and spaced out. She favored watching videos on the internet, and browsing her computer in the late night. She found herself on forums about romance, and fan fiction, and soon she found her way towards watching anime, she only knew what she heard some of the geekier students talk about when they walked past. She became instantly hooked, she love it, nothing was forbidden, and nothing was wrong, it was all acceptable. Yuri, they called it, She became infatuated with the whole community, the fan works the art, the stories. She was happy, and she felt good about herself, that others were out there that were okay with. it hadn't been a year until her parents had taken notice in her grades. Upon taking her computer away they browsed her history and that was it. They confronted her again, they gave her the option of continuing school or going to bible school. Of course any sane person would have stayed away from the later. So she did, she finished high school, and slowly her rebellious side began to show, and on the day she received her diploma she left home at the age of 18. She left her home and she left her town. She planned ahead selling everything she owned she even stole back the laptop and sold it too. Her plan was to move to Japan. It was a dumb single minded plan but the though of it kept her going. With what she had in cash she was able to open her own bank account, but it wasn't enough, she only had about 1000$. She scrounged around taking small jobs, and by the time she was 22 she amassed about 10,000$ She flew, traveling as light as a feather picking the cheapest location that she could find. A one way trip. She wasn't coming back. She had issues with the language, as well as finding a landlord that would give her a room. She struggled for a long time in between jobs that she couldn't keep because of her living situation. 3 years had passed, she was a complete homeless mess. One night she walked into that same restaurant down the street, she had enough for one meal and a beer. Later that morning the manager's wife. found the same girl asleep outside their restaurant. He took her in and let her use they're shower upstairs. She begged him for a job only in payment for food. The girl worked well, really well and by the end of the day she had earned herself a job, a meal and a home. Her story had moved Miyuki to tears. "Katou-sa-..Arisu-san, oh my goodness, I didn't know you went through so much!" Miyuki held the blonde girls hand as she sniffled. "I-it's okay Izumi-san r-really come on now." Miyuki spoke, again. "I'm sorry, have I've been using the wrong name?" Katou reassured her, "No, please, just use whatever's more comfortable for you okay?" Miyuki nodded. Wow I feel kinda better getting that off my chest! So Izumi-san... I want to know your story, what's been bothering you?" Miyuki knew it was coming but it now was her turn. She played with her fingers before trailing off into speech. "There... was this boy.... that I was friends with..." She spoke slowly as she told the older girl who stared intently with her blue eyes. She told her about how they used to walk to and from school together. How the boy was like a brother to her. She kept avoiding parts of the story, but she couldn't do it with Miyuki's eyes staring at her. "H-he t-t-took... me into the b-bathr" her voice became shaky, "h-he took my m-my und." Katou-san quickly grabbed the girl into a hug as she did many times already. "Hey you don't have to say anymore!" she repeated over and over again. She rocked her back in forth "It wasn't your fault, nothing has been your fault, you hear me?" She continued, soothing the girl. Miyuki could only cry "w-why did he do that?" through her hiccuping voice. Katou continued to hug her tightly as the evening sun lit the tears on the young girls face. Katou once again was holding the girl as she calmed down. She felt as if the past 18 hours consisted of either sleeping, hugging or both. "I-i'm okay now Katou-san" She lightened her hug on the girl. Her eyes red from crying, Katou had forgotten that she still had Izumi's glasses in her pocket. "Oh I almost forgot to give these back." She took the glasses, opening them up and placing them on the girls face. She wiped a stray hair from her face, Katou couldn't help but be honest."Your so pretty Izumi-san, I don't want to see such a pretty face covered with such sad tears." Miyuki felt embarrassed hearing that from her, but secretly she was happy. Miyuki hugged Katou catching the blonde of guard. "T-thank you... for everything today." Katou felt her heart pound warmly. "Aw sweetie, I want to be here for you. I'm your friend arn't I?" about an hour later Katou had Miyuki wrapped in her arms, as they spent the afternoon watching anime together. Katou ordered a pizza, and the two had a great time. Miyuki had not laughed that much in a long time, for a brief instance it felt like a little piece of childhood, had been restored. Soon it was 10 pm. Katou knew she had to go back to the restaurant, and get a good night sleep for work in the morning. Miyuki also had work tomorrow. "Well Izumi-san it looks like our little party is coming to an end." Miyuki wasn't very happy about it but she understood. They hugged each other goodnight as Miyuki worriedly watched her turn the corner down the stairs. "U-um Katou-san w-when will I see you again?" The blond turned and smiled. "The weekend for sure, but the restaurants open till 8pm during the week!" She waved goodbye as she disappeared down the stairs. For the next couple of weeks the two spent many weekends together if not every. They were all each-other really had. Miyuki felt confidence when she was around Katou, she was kind and she was understanding. Katou liked Miyuki she couldn't lie to herself but the relationship she had with Miyuki was nearly enough, she loved seeing that girl smile and laugh. 3 months had passed, it seemed like a whole year to the two girls. One Saturday afternoon the two were together in Miyuki's apartment. Katou had grown used to calling Miyuki by her first name. She thought it was cuter and more fitting than Izumi. Miyuki still called Katou the same name out of respect, she was still her senpai of course. The blond had been watching some of Miyuki's anime, while she was working on a drawing. "Hey, Miyuki..." Katou spoke suspiciously. "yes Katou-san?" The blonde felt bad, she was about to ask something quite serious. "Remember that day after we first met... " Miyuki felt a bit concerned, she turned her computer chair to face her properly but Katou was still face away watching the TV. "O-of course I remember..." "You know how I said that..... I found girls attractive...?" "yes I remember..." Miyuki responded intrigued.. There was a pause before Katou spoke again. "W-well that's it, I-I love you Miyuki." She turned around to face Miyuki, her expression slightly concerned. "Ever since that day I've wanted to protect you, care for you and to love you. I... I was just hoping that you felt the same." Miyuki was surprised because she had never seen Katou blush so hard before, Nevertheless she was happy to hear her words. "I've never really been confessed to nor have I done so... S-so I don't really know how I feel about love with another girl... but I think I might have been feeling the same way, s-so please be patient with me, b-but I accept your confession, because I trust you Katou-san." Katou-san had never felt happier. "Oh Miyuki she ran over to the small girl, eliciting a giggle out of her as she was smothered by the girls hug. They soon found themselves on Miyuki's bed embracing each other. "Hey Miyuki is it okay if sleep over tonight?" Miyuki smiled. "Of course I-I'd love that!". The two were up late in the night drinking coffee and making up silly manga stories, Katou even drew some up, though she wasn't an artist in the slightest, Miyuki tried her hardest not to laugh at the funny faces she drew. Soon it was 1 am and the two seemed like it was time to go to bed. Miyuki had made a bed for the tall girl on the floor next to hers. They hugged each other goodnight, and Katou gave Miyuki a kiss on the forehand leaving Miyuki in a blushed state. "Good night Miyuki, I love you." Miyuki blushed hearing the words again. "I-i love you to Katou-san!" Katou-san was the first to fall asleep. Leaving Miyuki in a blushed mess, she hugged her pillow tightly, she thought to herself. "Katou-san loves me!"
  13. This was something I did a while back, and only just got around to writing up. I've wet the bed pretty consistently for the last year, so I wear diapers to sleep. Normally, when I wake up, my diaper is wet. Sometimes, though, I'll wake up with a dry diaper and a bursting bladder. That's when the fun begins. The first thing I realized as I woke up is that I had to pee. Dear lord, I had to pee. It felt like there was a storm pressing against my bladder walls, waves of pressure begging to be let out. The second thing I realized, as I stretched a hand up under the hem of my sleepshirt to feel the diaper between my legs, is that I was dry. Not wet, not damp, but bone dry. I was holding in an entire night's worth of pee. The increasingly urgent need I felt wouldn't let me go back to sleep, and though the bathroom was right there, I didn't want to let such a golden opportunity go to waste. I padded back down the hall, away from the bathroom and into the kitchen. As I busied myself making my morning cup of tea, my mom came in, asking if I needed the bathroom before she took a shower. I pasted a smile on my face and said no. Now, there was no turning back. I spent the next few minutes making toast and putting the coffeepot on, pausing every few seconds to cross and uncross my legs. Sitting down with my tea and toast, the only thing I could think about was my need to go. I forced myself to gulp down my cup of tea, just to add some extra pressure to my poor tormented bladder. Beneath the table, I had my legs firmly crossed, and every so often I slipped a hand beneath the table to hold myself. It was clear that I wasn't going to be able to hold it for much longer. Every minute or so, my bladder would spasm, and a few drops would spurt from my pee hole into the padding. By the time I was finished with my tea and toast, I was leaking a little bit every few seconds, and literally shaking with need. When I stood up from the table, my knees went wobbly and I had to grab the edge of the table to support myself. My moment of distraction cost me, and I peed for a second before I regained control by crossing my legs and clenching as hard as I could. My knees were still wobbly on the way to the sink to do the washing up, and I could barely take each step. All of my attention was now focused on my bladder, which felt as if it was going to explode any second now. With one final step, I reached the sink, and put my dishes in. I was standing cross-legged now, with one hand firmly pressed into my crotch, and the other reaching for the faucet. As I turned the faucet on, the sound of running water was too much for my poor bladder. I didn't realize I had started peeing until I felt warmth against the hand pressed to my crotch as my pee filled my diaper. The warmth quickly spread forwards and back, the diaper rapidly swelling as I filled it. I felt a small trickle run down my leg, and quickly swiped it clean with my hand. After what seemed like forever, I stopped peeing. The swollen bulk of the abena between my legs felt enormous as I waddled back to my room. I was still shaking, but not from desperation, but from relief and arousal.
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    I remember seeing this when it first came out, I think. Now I feel old. Here's another classic German Windel movie. This one has a plot (two sisters) one is struggling with wetting, they both end up in diapers. Enjoy, Rachel
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  15. Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies. Chapter One. Hi everyone! I’m Paige, and I figured that this was probably the best place to tell my story. (Spoiler Alert: The heading pretty much sums up my story! 🤣) First, some background. I’m female, (duh!) 27 years old, and an aspiring writer. Up until recently, I’ve never had any sort of pee fetish, but I have dealt with OAB, over-active bladder issues like forever. The OAB isn’t really too bad I suppose. It’s just sometimes, I can get a sudden urge to urinate, and I’ll need to get to a bathroom ASAP. If I don’t, there’s a good chance that I’ll wet my pants a bit, or even worse, a lot. It’s not a daily, or even weekly occurrence, but it does happen sometimes, and has done ever since I was a little girl. Speaking of “Way Back Then,” I had a few instances of wet pants growing up, more than most kids did I suppose, although as I got older, my parents and I slowly worked out what could trigger it. Basically, caffeine or sugar. If I drank too much soda or energy style drinks, it would really make me start having sudden urgency and occasional accidents. It also doesn’t help that I’ve always been a really shy girl. In junior school I wet myself in class a couple of times simply because I was too shy to put my hand up and ask. Even today, I’m very shy by nature, and enjoy my own company over others, although I’m nowhere near being that shy, emotional little wreck that I was until my mid-teens. I’m probably over analysing things, but I think my childhood accidents were a lot to blame. Let’s face it. There’s nothing more mortifying for a tween aged girl than to wet herself at school in front of her classmates. As for bed wetting back then, yeah, it happened a few times, but not too often. If I can remember correctly, I think I wore pull ups to bed till I was around five? Maybe a bit older, but I was certainly not needing them by the time I’d turned six. I did wake up to wet sheets on a handful of occasions after that, but by then we were starting to get a handle on what would trigger it, and my night time liquid intake was closely monitored. It turned out that I could drink all the water or milk that I wanted to, within reason of course, but carbonated beverages were a big no-no. Of course my daytime consumption of said beverages was frowned upon as well, but it’s almost impossible to stop a kid from partaking in the illicit stuff occasionally. Think birthday parties, family gatherings, weddings and stuff. On those occasions I’d be allowed a glass or two, but my bathroom usage would be closely monitored! But, overall, my minor bladder issue was never a super big deal. Over the years I grew used to carrying spare panties in my bag, or shorts in my school stuff, and by the time that puberty really kicked in, it was almost, ALMOST, a non-event. This has obviously changed quite a bit since then.....
  16. Chapter 1 “FUCK!” I yelled as I ran true a sea of trees. Behind me was a pack of beasts chasing me. “They're catching up!” the small girl strapped to my back yelled. “I know that Bab!” I yell at her as I continue to run. The beasts aren't that strong but fighting a pack of them is a different story. They could easily surround us and kill us before we could do anything. “Why in the hell did you attack the whole pack!” I yelled to Bab as I jumped over a log. “I thought there was only 3 of them,” she told me “left!” “FROST!” I yelled extending my left hand to blast the beast with cold ice magic. It was only knocked back and soon was chasing us again. “Any ideas?” “Ya don't stop running!” she yelled which really didn't help. It wasn't long however before I had to stop in front of a cliff. A raging current below us and a wild pack of beast behind us. We were out of options. I didn't have my sword. Our mana was getting low. And I can feel Bab’s diaper leaking on my back again!. “You trust me?” I asked bab. “Right now? No!” she told me already knowing what I was going to do. “Good, neither do I,” I tell her before jumping off the cliff. Both Of us screaming on our way down, the only thing I could think about was how I got here in the first place. I was just some average guy. Single, working and saving anything extra to start college in a year or two. The luckiest thing to happen to me in the last 3 years was getting a ticket for a hiking trip my friend won in a contest. Sadly his grandma passed away and was going to her funeral. So as to not waste a ticket he gave it to me. And to be honest, while I was having fun I really didn't pack well for it. I didn't know much about hiking and the clothes I bought weren't the best. Just 3 t-shirts, pants, socks, underwear, and a warm jacket. Luckily I did get myself some hiking boots but I also brought my regular pair for when we set camp and I could be more comfortable. The rest of the gear I got from my friend who was already prepared for himself. Camping Travel Cooking Utensils Set (cooking scissor, blender spatula, meat knife, cutting board, soup spoon, stainless steel turner, cook fork and a tongs,) TETON Sports Mountain Adventurer 4000 Backpack Double Sleeping Bag Sundome 2 Person Tent SURVIVAL Traveller First Aid Kit Magnesium Flints Scraper Stone (3) Pocket knife Flashlight 12 Survivors - Hand Pump Water Purifier Extra rope FiveJoy Military Folding Shovel Multi-Tool I was all set for the trip. But after the second day, something strange happens. A freak storm hit us in the middle of the hike. None of us knew what was going on until suddenly I saw a flash of light and the storm was gone. When I opened my eyes I was inside what looked like ruins. Behind me was an altar with some glowing dust scattered all around it. I was too freaked out about all of this that I ran towards the only exit I could see and into a small town. People who looked like they ware from a renaissance fair just stared wide-eyed at me. To make a long story short, I freaked out. It took the townspeople 2 days to explain to me what had happened and why I was here. I was no longer on earth but a place called Caruma. Here everything we know about fantasy is from here. A long time ago two gods fought over an empty world but their fight always lead to a draw. So they decided if they couldn't decide on the winner with their power they would use something else. They created 15 castles and hid them around Caruma. Each crystal summons something from another world. Poruma the black god summoned monsters. Rilla the wight god summoned warriors. Each crystal could summon 1 warrior every 10 years. And the first to destroy all the crystals would be the winner. Over the next 3000 years, the world was populated by man and monster. Humans built towns and temples around the summoning crystals. Out of the 15, 7 white crystals have been destroyed. While 5 dark crystals have been destroyed. When I asked about how I got here they could only give a guess. 31 years prior the town was attacked by monsters and they destroyed the crystal. But because it was already about to summon a hero the remaining pieces must have spent the last 30 years collecting power to summon me here before the crystal died. They then told me who I could go back. The crystals work as a two-way door. On this side, they gather energy and in 10 years they pull someone over. However, if you bring enough magical energy to them you can have them send you back home. The problem with this, it normally takes a lot of magic to do so and there aren't many people who have that type of magic here. So they suggested I go to a city and see if I could find any magic users to send me back. That's when we reached our final problem. I had no way to get them. When the village was destroyed all those years ago most people left and the ones who stayed are now too old or too young to take me. The only exception is a farm boy named John who was 16 2 years younger than me. But in order for him to take me, I had to first make a contract with him. In this world, the heroes learned how to tap into magic but it came with a curse. Each person had to wear a special bracelet and form a contract with another person. This unlocked the power to use magic. However, both people were cursed to never be away from each other long. Should they be away from each other for 6 hours they both will die. If one dies the other has 6 hours to find someone else to form a bond with or they will die as well. The curse can be lifted once the pair completely one of 3 quests and the bracelets can be removed while still granting the person to use magic. The reason he wants to form a bond is that it would make traveling a lot easier through the woods. He said there aren't many strong monsters here but it's better safe than sorry. I had to wait 3 more days before the contract could be made. During that time I the people let me stay with them knowing I had nothing to offer other than some small work. On my final night there I was staying at an orphanage. There were only 5 kids there. 2 boys 3 girls and women who took care of them. She asked me to stay with them for the night as the kids wanted to see what a person from another world looked like. The kids staying here are from parents who either died, left for adventure, or was just left with no idea who the parents were. It was sad but the kids enjoyed playing with me. All except one who only stared at me. The women later told me Ema was the girl's name and that while she was 14 her body was short and looked more like a 10-year-old. Also, she had some problems. For one she couldn't speak. Anything that came out of her mouth sounded like gibberish. Next, her hands couldn't hold onto things well. So she's been forced to use baby bottles. And lastly, she had to wear diapers. For some reason, her bladder was just too weak. I honestly felt bad for her. By the sounds of it, she would have to be taken care of for the rest of her life. Later that night I said my goodbyes to the kids and followed John into the woods. The contract could only be made during a full moon and when it’s made it will make a bright flash so were in the woods so as to not disturb anyone. “Ok this should be good,” he said as we were pretty far from everyone. “Now then let's begin.” He then began to chant something and soon both of our bracelets were glowing. We both raised our hands to form the contract but stopped when we heard something. The contract stopped as we looked around the forest and heard something. Upon investigating we found one of the kids spying on us. Behind them the woman yelling for the girl. Apparently, she chased after us after we left without telling the women. After a brief talk with the women, she was taking the Ema girl when she ran up to me. “be jvy ruwvj ox jvy woz, gy bojv hog c bozupw.” Ema said. As she grabbed my hand wanting me to kneel in front of her. “What’s wrong,” I asked her. “wuhy ik jvy nogyl op oil toilpye cpz gy xuwvj xol jvy luwvj.” she said. suddenly my bracelet began to glow again. “NO!” John yelled. But it was too late. A bright flash hit my eyes and for a few moments, I couldn't see. I just heard the same thing be repeated. “YES YES YES!” a girl cried out in excitement. “EMA! What did you do!” the women yelled and when I could finally see I saw the Ema girl jumping up and down with excitement. “I finally did it! I'll finally be free!” Ema said until the women grabbed her by the hand. “What did you do!?” the women yelled at Ema. “She just formed a contract. How did she even do that?” John asked. That's when I looked at the girl's arm and saw a smaller bracelet on. “Yep and now I can finally get out of here,” Ema said. “How did you even get a bracelet in the first place. And how did you activate the spell?” John asked. “I stole it from miss dumb cunt here.” Ema said and nodded at the women. “And anyone who knows magick knows that spell.” “I think the bracelets mine.” the women told John. “my husband was an adventure.” “But that still doesn't explain how she knew the spell.” he replied. “Wait, didn't she just say she already knew the spell?” I asked and everyone looked at me. “Wait you can understand me!” Ema yelled. “Of cores I can, you're not speaking gibberish anymore,” I tell her. “What are you talking about?” the women asked. “She’s still talking the same,” John told me. “The bracelets! You can understand me because of the bracelets!” Ema yelled. “What do you mean? How can the bracelets do that?” I asked and looked at John who looked very confused. “Enough of this nonsense I'm taking you home Ema and you're going to be grounded!” the women grabbed the girl and started pulling her away. “Stop! My name isn't Ema it's Bab! And I'm not going anywhere!” she said as she tried to resist the much bigger women. “Wait I need to figure this out,” I tell the women. “I'm sorry but she needs to go home. I think all this stimulant is just being too much for Ema.” she tells me. “IM NOT EMA!” the girl screamed as the women jumped when electricity popped out of the girl's hands. Once let go she ran over and got behind me. “She can already use magic!” John said in amazement. “Ema it's time to come home.” the women told her again. “I'm not Ema, I'm Bab. tell her!” the girl said to me. “She said her name’s not Ema but Bab.” I tell the women and Bab nodded in agreement. “Could she be speaking another language and it's only after the contract was formed that you can understand her.” John asked me. After this, it just became a back and forth discussion about me understanding her. We had to prove I could understand her and after a long time, we finally came to the conclusion that I could. But shortly after that, we got into the main and biggest problem. I was now connected to a tiny child and I still needed to leave! After a long discussion about everything, it was finally decided I had to take Bab with me. Because of the curse, we couldn't be more than 40 feet from each other for more than 6 hours and I couldn't stay in the town. I had to find a way home. So, I wound up adopting Bab and forced to take her with me on my journey. Sadly because of her, John could no longer come with us. The plan was to use the magic to get through safely but without it, it just becomes too much of a risk when he would have to come back alone. Before we left the women gave me a bag full of things for Bab. while her backpack had things like clothing, a pillow, blanket, and a few random things. The bag the women gave me had her more ‘personal’ things. Such as 3 bottles, a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a lot of diapers. She even had to show me how to change the little girl. Much to bab’s displeasure. In the end, this is where our adventure of began dropped in a new world.
  17. I've seen some picture topics with various themes, but none for my biggest turn on: Boys being diapered (or even forced to diapers) by females (+/- dominated, embarassed, punished, humiliated). It doesn't have to be diaper change, any photo or drawing of submissive male in diaper with non-diapered female will do! Guys preferably youthful (teen looking), slim aaand less hairy = better. No special request for female caretakers. Tbh, this kind of pictures seems to be quite rare, which is unfortunate. So, I am starting this one and I hope you will help me fill it with your finds and treasures! some drawings! (author: Ah-bagels, source: http://ah-bagels.tumblr.com) More drawings! (author: Merunya, source: http://merunyaa.tumblr.com) Even some more (sorry, not sure about author or source :-/ ) Photos (not mine)
  18. How can I pee and poop my pants without my parents knowing? Should I use pads or diapers? If so how do I get them and get rid of them? I can't do my own laundry and I really want to pee and poop my pants without them knowing. I know I could pee in the shower but i want different ways then that. Realistic please I can't really go on walks by myself. Can't get to the store by myself. Things like that. Somewhere in the house as well. Please help.
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    As per my previous posts, this is a collection of random diaper videos I've been collecting from various sources over the last little while. Something for everyone. ****Disclaimer **** I'm not entirely sure what's here, so there could be some nudity and #2 stuff, though not much. There are also some medical play clips/previews in here with women in casts and wheelchairs with diapers. There's a cool AgePlay 247 preview, which I thought would be ok, as it's a free preview (and one that I've never seen). There's an animated on in there as well. A few might be accidental repeats. You have been warned. ******** There's 84 videos here, so something for everyone though 🙂 Enjoy, Rach
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    These are mostly diaper and pullup clips I've found on Tumblr recently, but there are some other wetting and bedwetting clips hidden in there. Are there a few recent reposts in here. Probably, some of y'all are quicker at posting stuff than I am 🙂 Enjoy, Rach
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    I've been collecting these for a while. Some are longer clips, some are 8 second shorts, but there's plenty in there. I think most are age play and diaper content, there may be a few male ones stuck in there, and other pure age play content. Something for everyone. There are 190 clips and I have added them to a Zip Foulder. Enjoy, Rach
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    I found this lovely woman who tests out diapers. She's adorable and always tries them on over tights (and seems to think quite obvious diapers are discreet under clothes). I love her content and this is part one of her adult diaper reviews (she also reviews diapers for younger people as well). Enjoy, Rach
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    I found this lovely woman who tests out diapers. She's adorable and always tries them on over tights (and seems to think quite obvious diapers are discreet under clothes). I love her content and this is part one of her adult diaper reviews (she also reviews diapers for younger people as well). Enjoy, Rach
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