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Yo, so it's finally time to get my version of EoS off the ground! I decided to be lazy and essentially just reuse a story chapter I wrote several months back instead of making something all new, for the simple reason that everything about the female Kirito that I wanted to change from Darksyn's version had already been incorporated on some level into that chapter and I just didn't feel like rewriting it all since this version isn't old enough to suck. So I just took the version from that and modified it to fit its new setting. This story as a whole will be my highly personalized version of the premise that Darksyn is using to write his version. My version of this story is probably going to be absolutely nothing like his version, but I thought it would be instructive to tell you all the main ways that it will differ aside from having a different story. First off, while Darksyn's and mine will both have yuri, the pairings will be different. Darksyn's will be Kiriko/Asuna, whereas mine will be a yuri harem centered around my own completely differently written Kiriko. Second, Darksyn's will have a wide variety of fetish content, both diapered and not, while mine will find a way to put literally every main female lead in diapers relatively quickly after they're introduced. Third, Darksyn's Kiriko will have a DEX/AGI build, while mine will have a STR/AGI hybrid build (also, mine is going to be a solo player who eventually becomes more overpowered than canon Kirito, but you probably won't think of her as a Sue by the time she is). Fourth and finally, the stat scaling for player and monster attributes will, as far as I can tell, be completely different (in my game, no player will start out with more than ten in any stat, and even getting above five in a stat at level one is rare). That's about it. There's not gonna be any fetish content for a few chapters, fair warning. I tend to prefer to take the time to make my readers care about the characters and the setting before delving into that stuff. The bathroom needs system will still be present in the story before the fetish content, however. With everything I wanted to say out of the way, read on! Era of Survival: Rise of the Empress Chapter One: A Little Project “Big sis, I'm going out for kendo practice!” The call came from the other side of my bedroom door. I had expected something like this – I'd heard the footsteps as the speaker approached my room loud and clear. I knew that my sister, Suguha, was probably waiting there for any response I could give. Even a simple, one-word reply would have been enough to satisfy her. Despite this, I didn't say a word or even make a sound. My feet, which I had been dragging from side to side across my stained wooden floor before she approached, had come to a complete halt. Consequently, my black leather computer chair stopped swiveling around, matching my complete stillness and silence to the letter. The door was locked, as it usually was when I was in my room, so she couldn't just come in whenever she felt like it. Her only way of checking on me was to come up to the door and listen for my voice or sounds of movement. And because she was even more painfully straightforward than I was, she didn't even think of not announcing her presence so obviously, so she called out each time, giving me every chance I needed to react like this. Knowing all of these things and taking full advantage of them, I remained as quiet and still as humanly possible in order to wait her out. I didn't want her to know I was even awake. And since it was Sunday, the idea that I could still be sleeping in was conceivable, even at such a late time as twelve-fifty in the afternoon. Eventually, my plan worked. After a grand total of ten seconds of waiting, she began speaking again. “I prepared lunch for you. It's in the fridge whenever you get hungry. In case you're asleep, I'll text you about it in a bit. I'll be hanging out with the club after practice, so I won't be back to log into that game you recommended until tonight. See you then, sis…” I listened to the sound of the footsteps walking away from my room with an ounce of guilt. It wasn't really my style to just give her the silent treatment like this. My reasons for avoiding my sister weren't even her fault – in fact, they had nothing to do with her at all. The only connection they had was that all of my anger, acrimony, and outright hatred was currently directed at her mother… In other words, my aunt. Suguha and I weren't really siblings, but I still thought of her as one because we were very close growing up. Her mother, on the other hand, could barely hide her resentment of me for most of my life, and I'd picked up on it before I was even toilet trained. By this point, I was pretty sure it was because I reminded her of her sister – my real mom – whom I knew was my grandfather's favorite child. A fact which I knew because the old geezer never shut up about it or how I was the spitting image of my mom. And due to a string of events at school over the past year, we were having a difference of opinions over our living arrangements. I wanted to move somewhere else, to basically run away from some people I'd accidentally alienated, I did admit, and well… she didn't like that idea. In all fairness, she had the stronger argument on her side, but the way she was handling the problem didn't exactly scream parental figure of the year. “I already bailed your sorry ass out of one school system, kid. I'm not doing it again for a reason that isn't even half as valid like this.” My current personal pick for the next cover model of Punchable Face Magazine actually said that right to my face just the night before. Was I supposed to thank her for doing what any sensible parent would have done in light of the circumstances? Even right after she blatantly told me my current problems weren't important enough to warrant similar actions? "Go to hell, Midori," I muttered under my breath, making sure to be quiet in case my sister was still in the house. What a joke. That jealous hussy just wanted to watch me suffer in a way that my real mom, who was dynamic, outgoing and didn't struggle to be social or keep her friends, never did. The only thing I seemed to inherit from my mother was her physique, from the well developed figure to the incredibly short height. My personality, intelligence and thought patterns? They basically came straight from my dad with no alterations, as much as I hated it most of the time. This was why I didn't want to talk to Suguha at the moment. I couldn't let it slip that I was fighting with her mom. Or even worse, let it slip that her mom was my aunt, and that we were actually cousins, which I had tactfully kept hidden from her for the past five years. So until my emotions cooled down a little, I had decided to hold off on speaking with my sister as much as possible. BZZ-BZZ This noise, coupled with a subtle shaking feeling coming from the inside pocket of my dark gray denim jacket, interrupted my thoughts to notify me that I'd received an email. A single buzz would have been a text, and three of them would have been an app notification, but the presence of only two, along with the current time, told me exactly what to expect. Rather than get out my phone, I swung my computer chair around to face my desk, where three large, high-resolution monitors, both blackened due to inactivity, stood next to each other in a way that made them look like the three obtusely angled sides of a trapezoid in a geometry problem. Under the desk, there was another surface, attached to the one above it with a sliding mechanism. It was currently rolled under the desk, hiding what I kept there. I slid it out, and a keyboard and computer mouse appeared over my bare frightfully pale legs, still kept slender yet toned from my kendo days and the regular indoor weight training routine I’d kept even after I quit the sport. Since I almost never went outside except to go home, to school, or to certain stores, my skin looked significantly closer to that of a white American than that of a Japanese girl. In fact, my own family members all had considerably darker skin than I did, and they weren't even super huge on outdoor exercise or outdoor activity in general. When boys around me at school thought I couldn't hear, many of them described it as a charm point… and coupled with the other such points they'd discuss, I usually had to fight back a shudder of revulsion and the urge to slap them across the face. Knowing my bizarrely and disproportionately high physical strength, I could very possibly snap their necks by accident if I actually went through with a slap like that. Shaking my head to clear it of such morbid thoughts, I shifted the mouse, and all three monitors lit up, showing three different screens. The cursor moved to the one on the far right, which showed my work email inbox. It had just updated to show the new mail I'd received. The sender was just the person I'd been expecting to hear from around this point. I clicked on it, and it popped up in a little miniature window on the side of the screen. Sender: Kayaba-Sensei Subject: A Quick Notification I trust that your copy of EoS came safely in the mail. I wanted to inform you that upon successfully logging in for the first time, your account will be that of a normal player. Your developer status has been suspended to make it fair on the other players. That was all it said. I'd been corresponding with him since shortly before summer vacation, and to date, he'd never sent a message longer than a mid-sized paragraph. He was very brief and to the point, always conveying everything he needed to and nothing more. The honorific I used to refer to him, sensei, was purely sarcastic. He was hands down the smartest person I'd ever met, but as much as I'd tried to learn from him about his craft, the man had never taught me a damn thing I didn't already know. Sometimes I got the distinct impression that he avoided telling me anything new just to screw with me, but he was more the serious type, so it didn't really add up. And besides, though he never directly taught me anything, he sure didn’t keep me from learning things on his own, like the programming language he literally invented from scratch for the game he’d just called EoS. Said game, the acronym of which stood for Era of Survival, was a little project he'd been working on for quite some time. It was an MMORPG, and the first of its kind on the particular hardware it used. Back around the time summer vacation was about to start, Kayaba scouted me as a beta tester. He found me through my blog, where I built and sold custom high end computers, often with modified operating systems to fit the recipient, and had quite the reputation for being one of the best and most reasonably priced in my field throughout all of Japan. I also did computer repairs and upgrades, reviewed new parts shortly after they came out, and gave advice to people looking to build one themselves, which only added to my popularity. Still, my reputation aside, it never really added up how he managed to find me. After all, I was a computer nerd, albeit a multifaceted and successful one, and he was a revolutionary quantum physicist who happened to have an interest in the gaming industry for reasons I never understood. Realistically speaking, our paths shouldn't have normally crossed. Yet he contacted me through my blog's dedicated email, asking to meet up, and after asking me a few really odd questions, he offered to let me take the last slot of EoS' closed beta, which would take place over summer vacation. As was probably obvious, I accepted, and he gave me a developer account to allow me to see all of the under-the-hood functions of the game. I also had a direct contact line to the programming staff in case I noticed anything that needed adjusting, which I had admittedly used a few times to iron out some particularly big problems I’d found. To be perfectly honest, I was glad that he had decided to take my developer account away. Considering I still vividly remembered everything I'd learned from it, suspending it wouldn't exactly remove my unfair advantage from a knowledge standpoint, but at the very least, I'd have an equal standing with the rest of the players. I didn't like being special in ways I could avoid it, so having a developer account had always bugged me during the test period. Deciding that by this point, there was no way that my sister was still in the house, I clicked the reply button, entered a new subject header, and began typing out my response. I kept it short and to the point, as in tone with that of the message he sent to me as I could muster. Subject: Too late for fairness Considering my memory is eidetic, the damage has kind of been done in terms of giving me an unfair advantage. But I'm still grateful for the gesture, since I'd like to appear as normal as possible, and having a purple "Dev" next to my player name wouldn't exactly make that easy. The game got here just fine, by the way. You did send it first class, after all. I've already got the cartridge in my Nerve Gear, which I set up for use again yesterday, so at this point, I'm just waiting for the hour to turn so I can play. After finishing, I hit send, and the message composition window disappeared. It occurred to me that most people in my shoes probably would have been total kiss-asses. However, it never really occurred to me to treat him as someone special, even if he most certainly was such. Because at the end of the day, whatever his reasoning was, he was the one who sought me out to play his game, not the other way around. So at the very least, this meant he held me in some regard from the start. I got his attention by doing what I normally did, so I never saw any reason to change my behavior. Finished with my correspondence for the moment, my eyes turned to the web page open on my far left monitor. It was a live countdown to EoS’ launch time, down to the thousandth of a second. It was telling me I had about six minutes to kill before the server went online – enough time to take care of the remaining preparations. First on the list, I shifted my gaze to the monitor in the middle, which had my blog’s front page loaded. I wanted to let my followers know I’d be playing the game all day, and therefore that I wouldn’t receive their emails until nighttime. I moved my mouse over to the text box which said “New Blog Entry Here,” then clicked on it and immediately began to type. Just a heads up to all followers and customers, both current and potential: I’ll be playing Era of Survival all day since it launches today, so all emails you send will be responded to after I log off late tonight. Thanks for your patience and understanding! And to those of you whom I convinced to get one of the hundred thousand first release EoS copies: I’ll see you in the game! I’ll be going by the same name I do on this blog for easy identification. And just a heads up: if even a single one of you fuckers steals my username’s normal spelling, you will be entitled to one brutal in game death a day, courtesy of yours truly! See you all online! My message to my followers complete, I quickly hit send and swiveled the chair around to face my room, takins survey of the task that lay before me. The floor wouldn't exactly count as spotless, but it was very well organized. Anything that took up space on the floor was properly packaged or put away – nothing was just lying around messily. However, when my eyes moved about a meter up, I found a completely different picture before me. In the center of the bedroom, I had three card tables set up. Not a single one of them had any spot with even ten centimeters of free space in any direction. Almost all of the surface area was taken up by ongoing projects – at least five half built computers stood out like mountainous islands among everything else strewn about the tables, each surrounded by an amalgam of parts that still needed to be physically installed. I probably didn't have time to finish any of them or make any room, so I turned to the right, coming face to face with my bed, the entrance to my room, and my dark violet walls that I got painted shortly after moving in. I had wanted to paint them black or dark gray, but my aunt vetoed both of those, telling me that having a room those colors would only make my depression worse, which she said would defeat the whole purpose of moving to a new house. So I settled for a very deep purple, since I'd been told all my life that my anomalous bluish gray eyes looked violet in the right lighting. My bedroom door was a bit atypical for a Japanese household, but not incredibly rare – rather than having a sliding door, I had a European-styled wooden door, with a bronze-colored metal knob that could lock from the inside. This was an absolute necessity from my standpoint, and it was honestly the reason we chose this house specifically – its doors locked and if they were locked, you couldn't just force them open. My queen-sized bed had a memory foam mattress that I didn't have when we bought the house. Instead, I bought it a few months later, as the first purchase I made in full with my own earnings from the computer business I'd started. However, at this point, one could not see the mattress directly, because of the presence of plain navy blue sheets, leopard skin-patterned blankets that I'd bought on a whim, and three fully built laptops that were currently situated on the bed. The two at the foot, which I kept there with no worries since my feet didn't even reach that far down even when I stretched out, were ones I'd built for the purpose of selling that I still needed to modify the operating systems of. The third laptop, currently charging on my extremely fluffy pillow, was what I currently used for running my blog from the bed when I didn’t want to get up, making purchases, and the occasional gaming session in bed. This was what needed to move – in order to play the game that was about to go online, I'd need to lie down in bed and make use of the pillow currently occupied by my portable computer. I stood up, walking over to my bed and grabbing my laptop with both hands. Setting it on the floor for the moment, I then turned to my large, whitish, oak wood nightstand, my eyes zeroing in on one particular device sitting next to the lamp. It was a streamlined helmet colored a dark blue, with an emerald green visor in front to cover one's eyes and a long, blue cord stretching out of the back end, the color of which matched the helmet. That cord was already plugged into the wall – I'd set it up the night before. I grabbed the helmet and set it on my pillow, the pillowcase of which matched the leopard print of my blanket. I made sure to be as careful as humanly possible when setting it down and moving the cord – if I somehow accidentally damaged it at this stage, I wouldn't be able to play EoS for days, possibly weeks. These things were sold out in stores all across the nation. After making sure everything was perfectly fine, I grabbed my laptop from the floor and set it in the spot on my nightstand where the helmet had once been, with notably less care than I'd used just before. That damn computer was durable as hell, so I didn't need to worry about it nearly as much. I cast another glance to the live countdown. Three minutes left before I could start playing. As much as I hated adding to the stereotype, I had to admit that the passage of time seemed excruciatingly slow now that I was paying close attention to it. I didn't want to be even a second late in logging in to make sure I got to use my username instead of some random troll, so I couldn't really leave my room, and there was nothing left to do inside it that wouldn't take more time than I had. With nothing left to do, I sat down on my bed, deciding to just get ready a few minutes early. I swung my bare legs onto the bed, absently noting that I'd gone the entire day so far without changing or putting on any clothes aside from my jacket, which was more of a comfort than anything else. I'd just kept wearing what I'd slept in, like usual – this time, a dark gray shirt and a set of black lace underwear that I'd received from an asshole family member as my fourteenth birthday present the month before. While the message of “get laid” that such a gift sent was irredeemably insensitive and somewhat cruel to me, I'd taken to wearing them anyway, because no matter how much I hated that idiot for giving them to me, they were certainly very comfortable, and they were also my favorite color. The fact that they were comfy was weird in and of itself, because they were lace, and therefore not supposed to be as comfortable as what I normally wore. I'd done a little researching shortly after receiving them and I'd found that the brand my family member had chosen was actually really high end, and that it typically made underwear with both fashion and comfort in mind. Knowing I'd probably just killed another thirty seconds, I made a grab for the helmet on my pillow. Turning it a little as it rose through the air, I gently slid it on my head, then shifted around a little on the bed before inevitably lying down. I didn't even bother getting under the covers – though winter was quickly approaching, I still didn't feel cold. Everyone in my family seemed to be remarkably temperature insensitive, to the point that changes in temperature that weren't at least five degrees would go completely unnoticed unless we constantly monitored the thermostat. As I lay there waiting, my eyes wandered around the visor of the helmet I wore. There were two displays, both very small, showing across the whole thing. Those displays would not be visible at all unless one was wearing the helmet – they appeared on the visor using the same technology that EoS ran on. It directly displayed the images to one's brain as pre-interpreted visual data, so there was no need for the displays to actually be on the visor. On the far right, in the upper corner, there was a battery icon. Mine indicated that it was both fully charged and plugged in, the latter detail being shown by a lightning bolt in the middle of the battery. Which made sense, considering it had been charging all night, and even before that, I hadn't used the thing since EoS’ beta, where I always kept it fully charged and ready for action. The other display, situated in the upper right corner, told the current time in text about the size of the battery icon. It only had hours and minutes, no seconds, and it was a twenty-four hour clock, rather than a twelve hour one. As I looked at it, the readout said 12:59. All this super slow-paced thinking had worked marvelously for killing time. Although how I actually managed the feat of slowing down my normally light speed thought processes was a bit of a mystery. I knew I could do it on command, but I'd never figured out how it worked. I had less than a minute to go. This was the most excited I'd felt in months – back in the beta, I'd been positively addicted to EoS, and I'd spent more time playing it than I did anything else, to the point that I'd forgone meals and sleep regularly to keep going. Even though I wouldn't be able to put the same amount of time into it now, during the school year and with my computer business not on hold, I still planned to play as much as possible for someone with my schedule. At long last, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the clock turned to 13:00. Filled with joy and anticipation, as soon as the numbers on the readout changed, I uttered a single phrase, just two English words. The words that, unbeknownst to me, would be the catalyst of an event that would change my life forever. “Link start!” Well, what do you think? Personally I'm of the thought that for an installment that was mostly written seven months ago, it holds up with my current stuff pretty decently. But you guys are the judge of that, not me! Be sure to let me know how I did. If you're one of the people who has also read the original version of this chapter over on FFN (I'm looking at you, Shirou), be sure to tell me if you think the changes to this version made it better or worse, too! I'm kind of on the fence about whether I want to continue using the story this first chapter came from as a base for the next chapter as well. See, I'd have to rework a lot more of the next chapter in order to make it work correctly, because the original version was set in a death game version of Gun Gale Online, and as such was futuristic rather than old-fashioned. It'd take almost as much effort to rework it as it would to simply write the next chapter from scratch... but if I went with using the existing chapter as a base, you'd get to see scenes from Klein's perspective. What do you think I should do? One way or another, I'll see you next time!

Annie was out of diapers. This never happened because, Annie being Annie, was organised. She knew that without diapers she was likely to pee by mistake because, at this point, she had rewired her once iron bladder to release on certain body positions. Unfortunately for Annie, this wasn't just sitting on the toilet. She had progressed from that long ago and now favoured peeing standing up no matter what she was wearing. Luckily for Annie, it was still sunny and warm outside allowing her to drape her willowy frame in to a floaty maxi dress of dark blue (a colour that contrasted nicely with her pale features). Her straw coloured hair fell past her shoulders highlighting her dark brown eyes. On her petite get she wore sandals. Unluckily for Annie, she had drunk two cups of tea and some milk from her cereal before realising her full predicament. Although she didn't feel the urge now it was only a matter of time until she did. The question was whether she risked the fifteen minute walk to the pharmacy to get more diapers or see if the need to pee materialised. She could have a half hour window but she could equally only have five minutes. But, without diapers, Annie couldn't risk going to lectures. She hadn't actually peed in a lecture (yet) but she had taken herself just outside the room once or twice. During those times she had taken refuge round a corner in order to flood her diaper only to rejoin the lecture warm, wet and satisfied. Annie couldn't do that, couldn't rely on that, unless she went now. Tea or no tea, she had to make it. The journey there had three distinct sections. The past closest to Annie's house she shared with her flatmates was surrounded by houses and was built up. The second part was a local park with an ornamental pond, run-down playground and a locked, derelict toilet block. The third section, where the pharmacy lay, was in the heart of the town. Surrounding it was the high street. Lots of shops equals lots of people even in this economy. Annie set off at a brisk walk. There was no point wasting time so Annie zoned out and listened to her mp3 player letting the concrete of the suburbs morph in to the natural greens of the park. The dirt paths being kinder on her sandelled feet than the pavement had been. It was at this point Annie felt the first twinge. It wasn't imminent but it was a stark warning. At this point, however, it was just as far to go to the pharmacy as it was to go home. Annie piled on. Just as Annie was about to enter the path from the park to the town, Annie felt a stronger urge. It was ok, she reasoned, she was essentially going to buy a toilet, she could do this. Five minutes later amie was opening the door to the pharmacy. A little bell rung above the door and a cool blast of the air-con made Annie gasp and bundle the front part of her dress into her crotch. Out of the moment, Annie realised what she was doing and composed herself making her way to the adult diapers. Just looking at them had the same affect as being a step away from a toilet. Before she could stop it, she spurted. Her panties were soaked instantly and a warm trickle made it down her bare leg before she got her bladder back under control. Picking up the packet of diapers she wanted she noticed on the floor where she had been stood there was a single so of liquid on the otherwise pristine laminate floor. She really hope no one noticed but her cheeks burned anyway as she hurriedly bought the diapers mumbling something about being on an errand for her grandma. OK, as the bell chimed for the second time in her journey, it was time for a battle plan. She was not going to make it home. Her best bet was to make do somewhere in the park. During the week it was fairly quiet but dog walkers made regular appearances every so often. But, as plans went, it was the only one she had as she spurted once again into her panties. The steam, how she was walking, but her legs at random angles not in a stream but a splash. This was not good with five minutes to go to the park. Annie reasoned that once she reached the park she could make her way to the old toilet block, put a diaper on there and make her way home. Simple. The toilet block was in sight and, like with the diapers earlier, Annie let out another spurt at the thought of the impending release of her bladder. The toilet block was locked. Annie slammed the door until her hands were red and inflamed. Risking round the block she found the men's. Although the stalls were still locked in the building, there was a small entrance way that would allow Annie some privacy as she ripped open the package of diapers. She hitched up her skirt past the waist and pulled off her sopping wet panties making sure to check for passers by. She had just opened the diaper flat and started to put it between her legs when the floodgates opened. There was no stopping this as amie stood half naked from the waist down in broad daylight peeing into an open diaper. She was so zoned out with bliss, and still peeing, when the yap of a small dog brought Annie to her senses. Still peeing she slammed her diaper in place with just her hand and yanked her short down as quickly as she could without letting go of the bulky diaper. The dog owner gleamed at Annie but was soon engrossed with playing fetch with her dog. Moving on down the path and out of eye sight with the smashed Annie thanks to some trees. It had been two minutes by the time Annie finally speed leaking. Hitching her skirt up again she temporarily discarded the used diaper on the floor and expertly trapped herself into another. Walking away with the soaked diaper in hand, Annie dumped the diaper in a bin and her sopping panties in her bag. Considering the whole experience, Annie was horny. With that she went home to pleasure herself with the rhythmic crinkle of the diaper as a backdrop. Overall, Annie was feeling wet in more ways than one.

Okay. So I did a thing today too. So I had to take a road trip a few hours to a not so nearby town, and then back for some kind of business stuff. It took ALL DAY. So I packed a few pairs of clothes, a few diapers, and PLENTY to drink. So. The plan. Stay hella hydrated, pee a little every exit on the highway, every time we slowed to a stop on the highway, and when I got to town, every red light. Wear a diaper under my clothes. Intentionally leak and wet my dress or skirt at least once. Knock a couple things out at once. So here’s some things I wore, in order: Black Skirt and Leggings (thanks CarmenCD) with a Red shirt. Molicare underneath. Later an Always Pull-up. Looked hella cute I think. Gray sweatpants with a Pull-up underneath. Shirt didn’t get wet the first time. Kept it on. Black dress with an Always Pull-up. And then changed the Pull-up for a new one. And then later another Molicare, but with a stuffer. In the black skirt-leggings combo, with the huge thick diaper underneath, I spent most of the first half of the trip. I peed almost willy nilly, completely ignoring my self imposed rules. Eventually it leaked a little, but it wasn’t visible, and it was only a little. I changed at a gas station into a pull-up and kept going. Made sure to chug an energy drink to increase my desperation and wake me up. In the pull-up, I more obeyed the rules, but my bladder had already been waking up before I drank the energy drink. The energy drink threw me into a place of no return. Some of my little drops I was letting out were some really big spurts that I couldn’t hold back. About an hour later, I had to go really REALLY badly, bouncing in my seat, and I stopped being able to wait for an exit, I just started spurting kind of a few times every minute. It didn’t take long for me to notice I was leaking, and pretty bad. I was going to stop at the next gas station to pee myself completely in public and change, but traffic slowed down WAY too much, and I ended up flooding the pull-up, soaking the skirt, AND my seat. Too much too soon. So I walked in with my skirt clinging to me a little too much, head hung low, and asked if I could use the bathroom to change. Luckily the guy didn’t pay me any attention. Thank god. So I changed into gray sweatpants and another pull-up. Shirt miraculously didn’t get wet. I put a bedwetting pad on the seat before I got back in. I kept up roughly the same thing, but not really trying to hold back if I had to go. My bladder was a little tired, and so was I. Last leg of the trip there. Stopped at a gas station near where my meeting was with soaked sweatpants, also clinging to me. I didn’t say anything to the cashier, just went in and changed. I put on a little black dress that was barely appropriate, and pull-ups for my meeting. The pull-ups for some reason or another proved necessary. Either because my bladder was weak, or because of how long it was. But I was fine. Wasn’t too hydrated for it. No leaks. Timed it just right. I excused myself after the meeting, changed my pull-up in their ladies room, and stuck around a little bit for the customary small talk for an hour or so, at least it seemed like it. They offered me to go get drinks with them, but I honestly really had to get back home. I was going to run out of diapers before I made it home if I stuck around too long. I drove back for a while, wetting a bit, hydrating a bit. I made it about halfway through on the one pull-up this time, and at the gas station I just put on another Molicare to last till the end. Started hydrating a bit more cause I wanted to soak myself again. And did I ever. It didn’t leak thanks to a stuffer I put in, but it was soooooo thick. I loved it. I got home. I got my magic wand, and I came three times before I fell asleep in my diaper and dress on the bed. I woke up a few hours later leaking, but it wasn’t all over the bed. Thank god. And then I typed this up. Aaaannnd now I’m horny again. I’m going to go spend some more quality time with my wand now.

Matt and I have just returned from doing a trip around the UK and Europe. We had a ball, met some lovely people and saw some amazing sights, but for me it did give me some very stressful and embarrassing moments also. The flight we took was to take 17 hours none stop, and as we would be flying at night posed a huge problem for me. If you have read any of my stories you will know I have a really weak bladder and I still regularly wet my bed................ or I would if I didn't wear diapers So what to do, wear diapers or just risk it and run the chance of sitting in wet pants if I peed myself in my sleep. I wear either pull ups or Depend Fitted Briefs to work and as far as I know nobody knows except my boss. So that was my plan, I decided to wear a Depend under my track pants ( much easier to hide diaper bulk than jeans ) . I would also carry a spare in my bag just in case I had an accident and could hopefully discretely change without anyone knowing. My plan B was the have Matt wake me so I could go to the loo regularly and hopefully keep my bladder empty and lessen the chances of me peeing myself while I slept. We were all set I was confident I had every situation under control. We arrived and went through to the usual passport/ security thing, I had already put my Depend on, so I was extra careful to remove all my jewellery etc so not to set of the metal detectors. I was surprised by the level of security now at the airport and I was already getting nervous. Matt went through first, to his surprise he set the detector off. So he earned a pat down and another body scan. By now I am stressing, but I was still confident I didn't have anything metal on me. I walked through the scanner Bzzzzzzzzzzzz !!! Oh F*ck !!! "Step this way Madam, take off your shoes " I was told by the very efficient looking guy in charge, I walked through again Bzzzzzzzzz , my face started to glow red as I now knew I was in for a pat down. I stepped onto the yellow painted foot steps and awaited the imminent humiliation. He was thorough, I guess he was checking for drug smuggling as well. His hands moved full length of my body and then the moment I was dreading he patted my thighs and around my bum. There is no way he would have not felt that I was wearing a diaper, but being professional he never batted an eyelid. Maybe he just felt sorry for me. I was so glad that was over. We took off and I relaxed and settled into holiday mode. I started watching a movie and that's all I remember until Matt woke me for my " pit stop " Immediately I felt the urge to pee, god knows what would have happened if Matt hadn't of woken me. I watched for a short time hoping the couple of people waiting outside the centre loos would take their turn and I could just go in without having to wait. My urge got the better of me and I felt like I was going to wet myself. I decided that I had to wait for my turn outside the toilet as the line didn't seem to be getting any smaller. When I stood up I got a pang of urgency, I instinctively crossed my legs hoping to subdue the urge to wee myself. It worked and I tried to act as normal as possible as I took my place in the line. I hate waiting the more I look at the loo door the more I have to pee. Finally I was the only one, it was my turn of instant ( hopefully ) relief. I started to bob and twist my legs together, I was sure I being watched but I couldn't help it I was nearly pissing myself. I began to leak, I could feel it warm my nappy. The toilet door opened, a women stepped out I almost knocked her over trying to get in. I fumbled with the drawstring on my track pants, I had started to squirt pee into my Depend, in seconds I would be in full flood. Finally my frantic efforts got my pants and diaper down undoing the tab with one hand and the other pushing my pants down. Oh the relief !!! the whole plane must have heard me sigh. I surveyed the damage . In my rush I had peed on the seat as well. having averted one disaster I calmly set about cleaning up after myself, readjusted my diaper and re dressed. My decision to wear a diaper had paid off. I returned to my seat next to Matt, my diaper was wet but not sopping, I snuggled back into my seat got my wet spot in a nice comfy place and eventually went back to sleep. Matt woke me again just before we landed at Heathrow, by now I was more organised I took my bag changed into my dry Depend, neatly rolled up my wet one and slipped it in the rubbish. Made it !! but I don't know what would have happened if Matt hadn't of woken me. That's the first part of this little 4 week adventure, so its not long and boring I'm going to write it two parts. Next bit shortly .......... I promise

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.

Are any of the actors in the downloads members on this site? Just wondering

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.

Hi! It’s bladderbabe, author of welcome to the mansion (which you should totally check out)! I’m trying something new today. I’ve never been completely into diapers or anything, but I think it would be a fun concept to put into ddlg, which I am very into! The diapers don’t come in until a little later in the story, though. I hope you guys enjoy! ————————————————— I’ve been dating Alistair for about a year now. We’ve been to every base (some more enjoyable than others) and we’ve even talked about my love for bondage and daddy, and his love for hot wax. But there is one thing I’ve never told him about before. Today’s the day. ............................................................. “Hey baby. How was work?” I ask him as he plants a kiss on my forehead and I shut my laptop. “It was okay,” he sits down on the shitty dorm matress, where he’s immediately ingulfed by mountains of pillows and stuffed animals. “Normal stuff. I misspelled one girl’s name on her coffee cup, and she freaked out! Like, you can’t blame me! There’s a million ways to spell ‘Kaitlin’!” He falls back dramatically and sighs. “I once read a magazine where a little girl’s name was K, the Roman numeral for 8, Lin. At least you didn’t have to deal with her.” I pushed back my chair and flopped down on the bed next to him. ”Thank god. At least I have you to come home to.” He rolls over and kisses me, his hands quickly trying to find their way to my breasts. “Woah there, tiger. At least buy me dinner first.” I sit up and he moans out in dramatic anguish. “You’ll survive. Put it away.” “But...” “Nope. Later. I have like, three essays to write and I have to read The Great Gatsby again. I mean, I’m an English major! We’ve all read it before!” ”Can’t that wait till tomorrow? I mean, look at me!” He gestures to his crotch, where the noticeable bulge screams to me. “I’m basically dying.” “Buy me dinner and maybe you’ll get some.” I say, despite being just as horny. ”Fine. I got paid yesterday anyway. Let’s go.” “Wow, you really want this, don’t you? Well, hold your horses. I need to change.” I walk over to my wardrobe and take my time looking through the options. I turn around, holding one very modest sundress in one hand, and a tight red mini dress that barely covers my ass in the other. “Which one?” He raises his eyebrow. “Okay, I get it.” I turn around and start to get undressed, purposefully taking a little longer and moving my hips a little more than usual. I slip on the dress and walk over to him. “Zip it, please.” He sits up and zips it, slaps my ass, then stands up. He takes off his work uniform and changes quickly into skinny jeans and a button-up. I give him a little kiss and button his top button, then grab my keys and walk out the door. “Monica, can’t we take an Uber? We’re gonna get hammered.” ”I thought you were taking me somewhere fancy.” “Fine. We’ll get hammered off of red wine. Fancy enough?” He takes out his phone and gets an Uber. “Mmhm.” Once we arrive at the fancy Italian restaurant, and with a little tip, get in without reservations, we sit down and I order a bottle of red wine. I sip my glass as he sips his. After looking around to make sure no one is looking, he slips into my side of the booth and puts his hand on my thigh. The waiter walks up and takes our orders. I ask for fettuccine alfredo, and he gets plain spaghetti and meatballs. The waiter drops off a basket of breadsticks and I take a bite. With every second, his hand creeps closer up my leg. My breath gets heavier as I take another sip of my red wine, and he finishes his. He pours more into our glasses and I raise my eyebrows, but don’t protest. The waiter comes back with our food and we eat. His hand eventually finds its way to its destination and he slowly rubs my clit in circles. I act as unphased as possible, but it’s getting harder by the second. Not wanting to moan out loud in such a fancy establishment, I take his hand away. He keeps his hand on my thigh, though. As I finish my second glass of wine, I can’t help but notice the tingle of fullness in bladder. It seems as though he is in the same predicament, as when I look over he is rubbing his legs together and fidgeting with his napkin. I quietly whisper, “Lets get out of here.” He pays the bill and we stand and leave. I see him look at the bathroom, but I ignore it. He doesn’t protest and we walk outside to our next Uber. The second I sit down, the urge hits me full force and I cross my legs tightly. He seems to take notice, and I can’t help but look at his growing erection. I’m just as turned on, the full bladder making me even more aroused. After ten minutes, we pull up to my dorm. After tipping the driver we stumble inside and up the stairs to my room, where we quickly unlock the door and throw ourselves onto the bed. As I start to make out with Alistair and he unzips my dress, the urge comes back and I moan as I squeeze my legs together. I’ve always wanted to tell him how much I’m into it, but I’m always too scared he’ll be grossed out. The urge passes and we get back in rhythm. He pulls off my dress and fiddles with the clasp on my bra as I unzip his pants and take them off. His hand finds his way to my already sensitive clit and starts to rub in circles and finger me. I moan out, grinding against his hand. I reach down and start to stroke him, his moans matching mine. We move our hands away before either of us cum, and I move to get on top of him. My bladder screams once more, and in fear of wetting myself during sex, I sit up and begin to stand. “I’ll be right back, babe. I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” I stand, but am quickly pulled back down as he grabs my wrist and pulls me back. “No you’re not.”

Yo, guys and gals! I promised I would release this story on this website as soon as I was done with the next chapter on this thread, so here's the first chapter! I plan to release all of the old installments at once here before going for a simultaneous release on this site, ABDLstoryforum, and Deviant Art of the newest chapter. So that being said, expect me to release these pretty rapid fire for the next hour or so, there's quite a few installments which need to be posted lol. Anyway, I won't hold you up. Go ahead and get reading... but prepare yourself. Edginess inbound. Weapons with Hearts Prologue Part One: Project Uninhibited “Drain the tank on number 735. She has a practice match with numbers 528, 360 and 146 in an hour.”The girl whose number had been called for shuddered involuntarily. The event where her lungs switched from extracting the oxygen out of the water that inhabited them back to breathing and processing air was violently unpleasant. The man sitting at the computer a few yards in front of her had ordered for her tank to be drained, so she knew that she would have to experience that event again in the immediate future.The emotionless twenty-four-year-old blond man had spoken in a quiet voice from the other side of the room, but even with her whole body submerged in water and barricaded by a glass encasing, she’d had no trouble hearing what he had to say. If she were using her ears to physically listen to him, it might have posed a challenge. But she’d picked up on the words because she had been monitoring his brain waves when he was forming the sentence in his mind. Distance was the only thing that could have made his thoughts harder to discern, and it would take much more than this to pose a challenge.The Asian woman in her thirties to the right of the girl in the tank nodded in response to her boss’s command. She didn’t even bother responding to him verbally before pulling the lever down that would begin the draining process – as an immigrant who’d only been in the country a short time, her spoken English was limited at best. Though this man had never mistreated her, many of the other employees around the base would mock her accent, or deliberately make her say words that she couldn’t pronounce properly and then laugh or smile condescendingly when she inevitably messed up. In her mind, the less she spoke here, the better off she would be.The girl in the tank had read through this woman’s thoughts and memories before a small number of times, usually to distract herself from the experiences that she knew awaited her when the tank drained. Originally, she’d done it to see what country she came from – the girl’s parents were also Asian immigrants, or so she’d been told by her foster parents whenever she asked about them. But this woman hailed from South Korea, whereas the girl’s parents were both Japanese. She found she had very little common ground with this woman once she started looking for it, and they didn’t even really look alike.The water in the tank dipped below her forehead, the air feeling chilly on the exposed skin that wasn’t being clung to by her black hair which normally came down to her mid-back. They always kept the water calibrated to match the exact temperature of the subject’s skin to make it easier for them to fall asleep in it, but the air in the room was always very cold for the opposite reason.It was supposed to be an automatic process, where the subject would lose consciousness when fully submerged in water of a similar temperature to their body and would only wake up when they detected a temperature change. But that process no longer affected her in particular – she’d electrically manipulated her brain so that she never slept unless she personally induced it as soon as she’d figured out how to do it precisely enough that she didn’t affect anything else in her brain throughout the process.The water level fell below her eyes. If they had been open, she knew the sudden difference in temperature and pressure would have really bothered her, enough that her tear ducts would have started working on overdrive. But she’d had them closed the whole time she’d been submerged specifically to prevent that unpleasant feeling.Desperate to delay the impending vile sensation for even a few moments longer, the girl bent her knees and re-submerged her whole head into the ever lowering water. Since her lungs and stomach were both filled with only liquid, she sank to the gray, grated bottom of the tank much faster than a normal human with air in those organs would have. But then, a normal person with air in their lungs would have floated to the top of the tank when it was filling with water because the oxygen gave them buoyancy and then drowned when it filled to capacity and their breath expired. Looking at it that way, the comparison seemed meaningless to her – because the other end of the comparison wouldn’t have even survived until the draining order.The girl curled up into a ball and hunched her head over her knees, getting as low to the ground as she could. She knew that, at best, she only got a few extra seconds from the gesture, and that she’d still have to go through the awful experience again in mere moments regardless, but as far as she was concerned, the later into the draining process it happened, the better. If it had started when the water level was almost as high as her entire body… she helplessly shuddered again at the disgusting thought.In an effort to distract herself again, the girl thought back to the command given that put her in this position – or more specifically, the explanation he gave right after the order. He said that she would be fighting against three other subjects at once: numbers 528, 360 and 146. The way he’d phrased it made it sound like they would all be teaming up against her.She’d fought all of them separately before in other ‘practice matches,’ but never all of them at once. She knew from personal experience that only one of them was really a threat individually… but the three of them together might be a little more difficult. The whole point of the exercise would likely be to help the three of them work on their teamwork – their abilities did have an impressive level of synergy, so it made sense for the people in charge to want them working together.When the girl felt the air once again make contact with the top of her head, she knew her time was almost up. In a few moments, the experience she’d avoided as long as possible would be upon her. And this time, there was nothing she could do to put it off any longer – she just had to deal with it now. And if the past three months were anything to judge by, she would be given next to no time to recover from it before they sent her to do the next thing on their agenda for her.It began when the water dipped below her nose and the water in her sinuses drained. The moment the inside of her nostrils were exposed to the frigid air being pumped into the tank from the room outside it, they began to tingle for a moment. It was a sensory experience that would tell her brain it was time to expel all the water in her lungs and stomach. She could feel the all too familiar intense waves of nausea growing stronger and stronger, coming closer to overtaking her by the second.But she wouldn’t let her body win just yet. The water level in the tank was barely below her chest at this point – if she were to give in and vomit up all the contents of her lungs and stomach now, her stomach acid would be thrown into the water and would probably get all over her. Even though she knew she’d be taken to a shower right after this, the thought of having bile on her skin for even a few moments, no matter how diluted, was just too disgusting for her to bear.So she fought back against the biological urges which she had been modified to have using the only weapon she possessed. Using the same asset she used to read the minds of the other people in the room, she clamped down on the electrical signals her brain was sending to her body, preventing them from causing any more havoc for the few seconds it took for the rest of the water to drain from the tank.Once her whole body felt the cold breeze of the air-conditioned room, she released her grip on her brain, and allowed her body’s genetic programming to take over. She violently retched, the mix of water and bile in her stomach and lungs spilling out of her mouth as if it were a running faucet. The pale, clear yellow liquid cascaded through the gap between her two feet, splashing against the grate beneath them but ultimately falling through it into the piping below.Even after there was no water left to expel, she continued to gag and cough uncontrollably for a good long while. The experience had felt just as vile and repulsive as it always did. And as per the usual, some of the diluted stomach acid had splashed off the grate and onto her feet and lower legs. It wasn’t much, but she still made a mental note to give them special attention in the shower that she knew would come right after this. “Good. Now lower the glass casing. Our supervisor should be on his way to take her already.”The man sitting at the computer said this in an equally quiet tone to that of his first command. Like with every command he ever gave, he offered an explanation for it, because in his mind, orders were generally easier to follow if you knew the reason why they needed to be carried out. He always seemed to be somewhat muted and generally never displayed outward emotion, but the girl knew that it was just the way he’d chosen to cope with the human rights abuses he had to watch and facilitate on a daily basis. When he’d chosen to work for the government, he’d never wanted to be a part of a project like this one. But because he now knew about its existence, he couldn’t quit or transfer out to a different department, so he’d chosen to deal with his unwanted position by numbing his emotions as much as he possibly could.In fact, quite a few of the people working here had a similar mindset, and chose to cope with their situations in a similar way. The girl known to them as number 735 bore the likes of them no ill will – they didn’t ask to be put in this position, and none of them liked it, so there was no reason to harbor any resentment towards them. They knew what they were doing was wrong, and they did, to varying levels, regret the things they were forced to do to keep their jobs and, by extension, their freedom. That was enough for her.But the ‘supervisor’ he mentioned… that man was different. The supervisors of this project knew full well what they were getting into when they transferred into their current positions, and they typically felt no remorse for the horrendous acts that they watched and enforced. They had little to no moral objection to the abductions, the genetic experiments, the ‘practice matches’ where they made teenagers fight with the intent to kill each other, or any of the other wrongdoings that went on in this facility.In a few seconds, after the glass of the tank was fully lowered, this team’s supervisor would probably come strolling in with a gentle smile on his face that, combined with his thoughts, showed how completely vile and disingenuous he really was. He would offer her a hand to help her stand up, a towel for the trip to the nearby shower room, and he would ask her what she wanted to eat for her meal before the match.And no matter how much she hated the false kindness he displayed and the darker thoughts she read in his mind, all she could really do was just accept the fake gestures and continue to go along with the fate she’d been unfortunate enough to become trapped in. Because the moment they detected a hint of resistance from her, she knew they would decide she was not worth the risk of keeping around… and they would order her dead.And after the things they’d done to her, there was no place left on earth where she could escape to that wouldn’t fear, hate and rise up against the inhuman powers that she commanded. So yeah, dark shit, huh? It's gonna get worse in the main story eventually, trust me. Anyway, I'm gonna keep the author notes relatively short for the time being while we catch up with the forum I originally posted this thing on and Deviant Art, so this is where I'll leave you. Expect the rest of the chapters to drop in the next hour or so until we're caught up, at which point I'll be releasing the newest chapter on that forum, DA and here simultaneously. Ciao!

I put this in my Profile page but I would like for a bigger groups to see and respond to it. I wonder if it is worthwhile for me to present my history. I have been a lifelong omorashi and omutsu participant, fantasizer and observer. I remember being 5 years old and wetting myself deliberately, after accidents at ages of 3 and 4. I had one accident in school, a poop accident in the first grade, and I was fascinated by others, especially girls, wetting them selves or nearly wetting themselves through school. The longest period of my life when I was dry was probably 5 years, from about the time I turned 14 until shortly after I turned 19. I have many experiences that I could share if there is interest; but I do not want to clog up this site with unread threads. Two months before I turned 49 I was in a very serious auto accident that caused a spinal cord injury. The immediate consequence was that I lost conscious control of both ends and dealt with it by wearing diapers 24/7/365.

So, this memory is really the only time I can recall getting caught padded by an educational instructor when I still wore diapers frequently. Before I eventually settled at the local YMCA for Preschool, my mom tried out a few others. One that stood out was this really art focused one with a pretty anal retentive teacher. Well, during this one incident, I was still getting used to the toilets at the place. They had, oddly enough, the kind of single toilet+sink combo bathroom one would find in a nurse's office, which thinking back makes some sense, as there weren't too many kids attending there, less than twenty. So, I feel the need to poop and I head on in the bathroom. Still not used to the toilets there yet, I slipped my pants down, sat on the seat, and pushed the load into my diaper. My teacher probably thought I was taking a while and came in as I was pulling my pants up. She yelled at me, and suffice it to say I didn't attend the next day...plus the place was PRETTY pricey

Author's Note: This is a new series that I have been working on that will take place in a fictional mountain town. Hope you enjoy it. It was a warm and sunny Sunday in the beginning of spring as three college students were making their way to Woodland Springs-a mountain town famous for its hot springs-for spring break. Driving the car was a twenty-one-year-old female named Vanessa. She was president of her university’s student council and well-liked by professors and students alike. Her brains and beauty had earned her the distinction of being the most sought-after girl on campus. Sitting in the passenger seat was twenty-year-old Daphne, who was the student council’s event chairperson. Daphne was outgoing, athletic, and for better or worse, had a tendency to speak her mind. She was also very much a tomboy, never one to be told what she could and couldn’t do because of her gender. In the backseat behind Vanessa was Daphne’s younger twin sister Misty, the vice president of the student council. Misty was a bit of a bookworm, extremely shy, and rarely ever complained or asked for help as she did not like inconveniencing people. However, Misty was also extremely beautiful, so much so that her sister Daphne had to protect her from guys who might take advantage of her shyness. While Misty certainly had a large pool of men from which to choose from, she wasn’t interested in any of them. Rather the one who had stolen her heart was none other than Vanessa. Of course being the type of girl she was, Misty found herself unable to confess her feelings and had thus opted to join the student council so as to be close to the one she loved. Daphne had merely joined the student council to keep an eye on her sister. As usual, Misty appeared to have her nose in a book, although in reality her mind was elsewhere. As she stared blankly at the pages in front of her, she thought about what had led to this little vacation. It had been the Monday before spring break was to begin, when Vanessa had first proposed the idea of heading out of town for a hot springs vacation. Vanessa had had the good fortune of winning a free weeklong trip to Woodland Springs and had offered to take Misty along with her. The original plan was that the two girls would go alone, but that changed the moment that Daphne caught wind of it. Daphne, being the overprotective sister that she was, had told Vanessa that she wouldn’t let Misty go unless she could go as well. Despite Misty’s objections, Vanessa accepted Daphne’s terms and allowed her to come along. Misty couldn’t help but sigh as she thought about the missed opportunities she could have had by being alone with Vanessa. “Stupid overprotective sister,” she mumbled to herself. “I heard that,” said Daphne as she looked back at her sister. “How can you expect to have any fun if you spend all your time pouting?” “I’m not pouting,” replied Misty, “I just don’t see why you felt the need to butt in on our plans.” “Settle down you two,” said Vanessa. “This is supposed to be a fun little getaway. Let’s just relax and try to make the best of it.” Despite her calm tone, Vanessa was fairly pissed. The truth was that Vanessa was attracted to Misty and had wanted to use the time alone together to try and start a relationship with her. Vanessa had gone to great lengths to keep her feeling for Misty a secret, and yet Daphne had somehow figured out not only her secret but her true intentions for the trip as well. In fact, Daphne and secretly threatened to tell the whole student body unless Vanessa took her along as well. She didn’t know exactly why Daphne despised her, but right now the feeling was pretty much mutual. “How long until we get to the next town?” asked Daphne. She was crossing her legs just a bit. They had been in the car for roughly four hours and she had drank about three 16oz. bottles of water from the cooler they had on the floor near the backseat. “With how bad the traffic is, I’d say maybe another hour, possibly more,” replied Vanessa as she stared at the mountain road ahead of her. “Why do you want to know? Do you need to stretch your legs or something?” “No. If it’s going to take that long can you please pull over to the side of the road? I really need to take a piss,” replied Daphne, not really caring about how unfeminine she sounded. Misty who was drinking from her fourth bottle of water did a spit take that splashed all over the back of Vanessa’s neck. “Daphne! The road is packed with cars. People will see you. Don’t you have any shame?” “Who cares. Guys pull over to the side of the road to take a leak when traffic is bad all the time. What’s the difference?” asked Daphne. “The difference is that you’re a girl. Maybe you should start acting like one,” Misty retorted. “Both of you shut up,” ordered Vanessa as she used one hand to steer the vehicle and her other hand to wipe the combination of water and spit off her neck with a napkin. She then turned to Daphne and said, “If you really need to go that bad, then I’ll pull the car over. Just don’t complain about people laughing and staring at you.” “I won’t,” promised Daphne as she mockingly ran her fingers in the shape of a cross above her heart. “Alright then, I’m pulling over.” And with that, Vanessa pulled over. As she put the car in park, Daphne got out of the car. Misty unbuckled her seatbelt, moved over to the passenger side of the car, and unrolled the window. At this point she was curious to see whether her sister would really do it or not. Looking out the window, Misty saw that beneath them was dirt and gravel dotted with a few patches of weeds. Both girls then watched as Daphne unbuckled her pants and pulled them down just below her shins. Daphne then grabbed her panties and did the same thing. She then spread her legs, leaned back while thrusting her hips forward, and placed one hand on the roof of the car while using the other hand to spread her labia. Vanessa and Misty both watched in disbelief as a torrent of golden water spewed forth from between Daphne’s legs, landing in a foamy pool in the dirt some four feet the way. “Ohhhhh god, this feels sooo goood,” moaned Daphne. As she turned her head back towards the car, she saw both girls staring at her and could tell that they were both starting to squirm a bit. “Why don’t you two come out and join me? You’ll feel a lot better.” “Thanks, but no thanks,” replied Misty. “Unlike you, I actually have a bit of decency. I’ll wait until we get to the next town.” “Suit yourself,” said Daphne as she turned her head back to what she was doing. All the while cars were slowing down a bit just to catch a glimpse of the unusual sight. “Hey Misty, can you do me a favor?” asked Vanessa as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “What do you need?” “Can you hand me one of those empty water bottles on the floor?” “Here you go,” said Misty as she handed her an empty bottle. “What do you need it for?” “Hey Misty, please don’t think any less of me for what I’m about to do.” Misty watched as Vanessa lifted herself up off the seat just enough that she could reach underneath her skirt and pull her panties down. Vanessa then removed the bottle cap and placed the bottle underneath her skirt and pressed it up against her pussy. Within seconds, the sound of water splashing against plastic filled the car. “This does feel good,” mumbled Vanessa as she released the yellow flood she had been holding in for the past two hours. She then turned her head towards Misty who by this point was staring at her in utter shock. “You sister is right you know. If you have to go you should probably do it now. Just use one of the empty bottles in the back…” There was a split-second pause. “OH SHIT! The bottle’s almost full and I can’t seem to pinch of my stream. Misty, I need you to grab another bottle and climb into the passenger’s seat. Hurry, there’s not much time.” Misty quickly grabbed a bottle, exited the car, and swung open the passenger side door, almost whacking her sister in the process. She then kneeled over on the seat to hand the empty bottle to Vanessa. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I can cut my stream off long enough to make the switch myself, you’ll need to help me. Just lift up my skirt and make the switch as quickly as you can. Please, you’re the only one I would trust to do this.” “Alright,” replied Misty as she grabbed Vanessa’s skirt and lifted it up. As she looked down, she saw that sure enough the bottle was nearly full. With one hand clenching the empty bottle, she prepped her other hand to receive the piss filled bottle. Misty only had a couple seconds to make the swap and as she exchanged the bottles, a little bit of piss spilt out of the bottle and onto her hand, but other than that small mishap, the switch went perfectly. Once Misty had the bottle of piss in her hand, she stated, “I’ll go dump this out.” She carefully backed herself out of the car, almost bumping into Daphne who by this point in time was wiping the last few drops off her legs with a napkin. As Daphne pulled up her pants and turned around, she noticed the bottle. “Is that apple juice?” she asked looking at the liquid inside the bottle. “If it is can I have some?” Before Misty could stop her, Daphne snatched the bottle away from her and took a swig. “Ewww, this is disgusting. What sort of apple juice is this?” “That’s my pee your drinking, dumbass,” yelled Vanessa as her stream petered out into drops before ceasing all together. “Shit,” screamed Daphne as she dropped the bottle, its contents spilling on the ground. “Why didn’t you stop me?” she cried as she began spitting on the ground. “Because you snatched it out of my hand before I could stop you. If you ask me you had it coming,” chuckled Misty. Misty then leaned back in the car and grabbed the second bottle from Vanessa. This one was about half-full. As Misty turned to face Daphne, she held out the bottle and teased, “Would you like to sample this one too?” “Sure,” said Daphne as she grabbed the bottle, took a swig from it, and then dumped it on the ground. Misty looked at her sister in disbelief. “You know I was only…,” but before she could finish her sentence, Daphne grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss. As Daphne kissed her sister, she forced the swig she had taken from the bottle into Misty’s mouth before quickly pulling away. The incident happened so fast that Misty was unable to spit it out and ended up swallowing it. “Oh my god! You’re fucking disgusting,” she gagged. “And now you know how I felt,” replied Daphne as she spat on the ground once again. “Now we’re even.” Daphne then leaned next to Misty and whispered into her ear, “By the way, if it was your piss in those bottles I would have gladly drank every last drop.” “You’re a freak,” muttered Misty as she stepped back, still gagging on the aftertaste. “I was only kidding,” teased Daphne as she got back into the car. “Now let’s get this show on the road.” “Fine,” said Misty as she hopped into the backseat once more. And with that, the group was once again on the road. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Forty minutes passed and the group had hardly made any progress. Both Daphne and Vanessa were doing okay because they had been able to relieve themselves, but Misty was now in desperation hell. Desperately holding her crotch, she leaned forward and asked, “How long until we get to the next town or gas station?” “Probably another thirty minutes or so. If we’re lucky,” replied Vanessa. “Would you like me to pull over?” “No, I’m okay. I can hold it a bit longer.” “Don’t lie,” said Daphne. “We’re twins so I can tell when you’re in pain. Just admit that you need to go so we can pull over. Hell, I’ll even grab a blanket and hold it up like a curtain if you need me to.” “I already told you, I am not going to pop a squat on the side of the road while people stare at me.” “Then why don’t you use a bottle like I did?” asked Vanessa. “I mean it should be easy since you’re wearing a skirt.” “I’m not doing that either, I can wai…..” but before Misty could finish the word, she felt a small warm spurt hit her panties. It seemed her sister must have sensed it as the next thing she said was, “You just pissed yourself a little, didn’t you?” Realizing that she could not get past her sister’s sixth sense, Misty nodded her head. “Look, there is one more thing we can try. Why don’t you just put on one of your adult diapers and use that?” “I don’t wear adult diapers,” denied Misty, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Maybe not during the day but you do at night.” “Is that true?” asked Vanessa. Daphne decided to speak up before Misty could deny it any further. “It’s very much true. Now don’t get me wrong, she doesn’t wear them because she’s incontinent, rather there is another reason she wears them.” “And what it that reason?” inquired Vanessa, her face becoming a bit red herself. “Daphne please don’t,” begged Misty, but it was too late. “Misty wear’s adult diapers at night because she is such a deep sleeper that she sometimes cannot wake up in time to go to the bathroom. It’s been that way since we were little kids.” “DAPHNE!!!” screamed Misty, tears of shame and embarrassment staining her cheeks. Misty couldn’t believe that her sister could so openly embarrass her in front of the woman she loved. Burying her face in her hands, she cried out, “How could you do this to me?” Suddenly Misty felt a hand grip her knee and give it a soft but reassuring squeeze. As she looked up she saw that the hand belonged to Vanessa. “Look Misty, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re not the only one who has that problem. In fact, I was in a similar situation until I was eighteen years old.” “Really?” asked Misty as she began rubbing the tears from her eyes. “Yes,” replied Vanessa. “Now I want you to listen to me carefully. It is apparently obvious that there is no way that we can make it to a bathroom before you explode. That said, since you didn’t like the first two options, then we should probably go for the third. Honestly though I don’t care which one you pick, so long as you don’t wet the backseat of my car.” “I vote for the third option,” declared Daphne, “after all she would probably make a huge mess if she peed in a bottle.” “That’s probably true,” admitted Misty. “I guess I’ll use the diaper.” Misty then unbuckled her seat belt and reached back for her bag. She then unzipped the bag and pulled out one of the adult diapers she had so carefully tried to conceal. Misty then lifted up her skirt just enough so that she could remove her panties and replace them with the diaper. “All right. It’s on.” “Hold on a second,” ordered Vanessa. “Before you let loose, I want you to reach inside my bag, grab my swim towel and place it on the seat beneath you just in case there are any leaks.” “Got it,” said Misty as she did as she was told. A couple minutes later she was sitting on the towel, lifting her skirt above the diaper so as not to accidentally soil that as well. Minutes passed but nothing happened. The pain in her bladder became so bad that Misty resorted to pushing but still nothing came out. “What’s the hold up?” asked Daphne as she turned around. “I’m trying but it won’t come out,” whined Misty. Suddenly a sharp burst of pain slammed her bladder. Misty let out a bloodcurdling scream as she slumped forward, clenching onto her crotch for all she was worth. Misty’s scream almost caused Vanessa to lose control of the vehicle. As she corrected herself she yelled back, “Are you alright?” “It hurts. It hurts. It really hurts,” whined Misty, no longer able to straighten herself into a proper sitting position. “Just keep trying,” replied Vanessa who at this point was feeling utterly helpless. Then out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Daphne was acting strangely. Turning her head slightly, Vanessa could see that Daphne was clutching her lower abdomen, tears beginning to roll down her eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” “I can feel it,” sobbed Daphne. “I can feel her pain through our twin link and its bad. If something doesn’t happen soon I think her bladder might burst.” Since she was not a twin herself, Vanessa didn’t know whether twins really had a link that allowed them to feel each other’s pain, but she could tell just by their reactions that the situation was serious. “Just hold on a little longer. I’m going to try to pull over.” It took a couple minutes for her to find a place to pull over, but the moment she did, she ordered Daphne to get into the backseat with Misty and hold her up in a sitting position. Daphne did as she was told. Vanessa then climbed into the backseat with them. She then lifted up Misty’s shirt and to her shock saw that her bladder was seriously bulging. “This is not good,” she said as got up and fished into one of the other bags for another towel. Vanessa then placed bunched up the second towel as much as she could and placed it under the diaper. Looking up at Daphne, Vanessa said, “I’m going to need you to hold onto her as tight you can. What I’m about to do is going to cause her serious pain.” Vanessa then proceeded to place her hand down in the diaper, right up against Misty’s bladder and using two fingers, began gently applying pressure. As Misty began screaming in pain, Daphne held onto her tightly and sang to her, “Let it go, let it go…,” but her singing was drowned out by Misty’s screams. Unable to take Misty’s screaming, Vanessa leaned in and before Daphne could stop her from doing so, planted a passionate kiss on Misty. The shock of Vanessa’s tongue passionately caressing her own, shocked Misty’s body enough that a spurt of urine came out. A second spurt came out seconds later, followed by another and then another until the dam finally burst, releasing a golden tsunami into the diaper. Misty’s body went limp as it finally began to relax. The moment that Vanessa pulled her lips away from Misty’s, she looked down and watched in utter amazement as the front of the diaper, which had been a pinkish white less than a minute earlier, was beginning to yellow. It was then that Vanessa felt the wet warmth running through her fingers. While she thought it was disgusting, she had to keep her hand down there to apply pressure. However, it soon started to feel good, so good in fact that Vanessa soon lost herself in thought. “Hey Vanessa, I’m all good now so could you please get your hand off my crotch?” asked Misty. Her question brought Vanessa back to reality. “I’m so sorry,” she said as she yanked her hand out of the diaper. By this time her hand, just like the diaper and rolled up towel, was completely soaked. “I think I have some paper towels and trash bags in the back, I’ll go get them.” She then exited the car and walked to the back. Just as she was getting ready to open the hatch, she stopped and looked at her piss stained hand. Without really thinking, she lifted her hand to her nose and inhaled deeply. While it reeked like ammonia, it also had a trace of a sweet smell. Unable to control herself, Vanessa put the back of her hand to her mouth and licked it. Her body shuddered in ecstasy. As she prepared for another lick, she was startled by a cough coming from a few feet away. Looking up from her hand, she saw that it was Daphne. “Wow, you truly are a freak,” said Daphne, her eyes staring daggers into Vanessa. “I’ve spent my entire life protecting my sister from freaks and perverts so I knew exactly what kind of person you were the moment I met you.” “I can’t deny that what I just did wasn’t perverted, but I am telling the truth when I say that I am not one of those creeps who would take advantage of her. I truly do love her, although you probably don’t believe me.” “Of course I believe you, but I still cannot allow you to be with her. You see she and I have been together even before we were even born. We have a bond that you could never hope to achieve, let alone understand.” “I know that,” replied Vanessa. “I’ve always known that. But I don’t care. The heart wants what the heart wants. I will make her mine one day with or without your blessing. If you’re with me good, if not, then you best stay out of my way or come at me with everything you’ve got.” Daphne burst out laughing. “You’ve got guts. I like that. But don’t think I’ll let you have my sister so easily.” She then opened the hatch, grabbed the paper towels and a trash bag and went to help her sister clean up. Vanessa was left alone outside the car once more. She looked down at her hand and clenched it. “If she wants a fight, then it’s a fight she’s going to get and I always fight to win.” Vanessa then gave her pee stained hand one more good lick before she got back in the car. To be Continued…

**A sequel to a story I wrote a while back. Titled "Females Teachers vs the Bell" you can find on my profile if you want to read it. There WILL be LINES lol made this new post because I wanted to have LINES in the title** If you didn’t read the first story here: Chapter 1 Ms. Channy remembered all those months ago. That faithful day at school, it was supposed to be like every other. Go in, teach, eat, teach, and go home. Ms. Channy however, a late thirties, short brown hair, big breast, hips, and strong legs but a flat belly, she went through something different. To this day when she wakes up she takes medication for her damaged bladder from that day. It was so unfair, it still made her sad. She remembers being right at the bathroom, after hours of agony, finally ready to go. Then the plumbing went to hell, and she held it in as long as she could. She really did…poor Ms. Channy crossed legs, and tightened her muscles so hard but alas, she remembers when she exploded in front of all her students. She soaked her pants, shit in them, and everyone saw and laughed. She nearly had a heart attack from the humiliation. Luckily, she got a new job, in a new high school, with only one teachers bathroom BUT it had multiple stalls, and by the end of this month, provided she doesn’t burst again, her bladder will have healed after literally exploding that day. “Time to go to work,” Ms. Channy said as she kissed her boyfriend Ben who spent the night over. She slipped on tight black dress pants, black shoes, and a red button-down sweater that were tight around her big breasts. It was the first night Ben spent over. She was not use to it, but liked it. However, she noticed a twitch in her bladder, and then suddenly without warning it became a huge surge of pain. “Oh!....Errgg!” She closed her legs and grabbed her crotch as she took the town bus to work (her car was broken down and would not be fixed until Saturday (it was Thursday now). Damn! Forgot to pee before I left home. People on the bus looked at the desperate teacher who pulled her hand away from her crotch. Her bladder was so full though. Ms. Channy felt like she might lose it any second. She crossed her legs in her tight black pants, and the foot hanging over the other leg shook back and forth. Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it! Come on, you can hold it, just don’t think about it. The bus hit a big bump in the road as it passed a construction site. Everyone on the bus was lifted into the air and then back down briefly. Ms. Channy’s lips curved as she felt the ocean inside her about to spray out like madness. It was so embarrassing as she tried to hide her need to go, but had to place both hands in her crotch, plugging herself up. Finally, they reached school. Oooooooh thank GOD! Ms. Channy thought. There was not much time left, as she knew she would explode any second, and that could mean dire consequences for her already damaged bladder that was so close to recovery for good. She ran into the school. To keep her cool around students she slowed down to keeping her legs tight together, taking small steps and keeping her back straight. She could NOT PEE HER PANTS AGAIN! NO! “Hey Ms. Channy!” yelled a student, named Bobby. Ms. Channy felt her heart race and mouth go dry as her nerves kicked up. She waved to Bobby as she hurried past down to the women teacher’s lavatory room. She turned the knob and pushed open. The door opened a crack and stopped. Something was blocking it. “What the?” She pushed again, and again, each harder than the last. She was running out of time…and so were her panties! She knocked hard and fast. “Uummmm…is anyone in there?” “Duh!” said a woman from behind the door. “Well can you let me in already? I’m fighting a losing battle out here.” “Just wait. God, you older teachers. Maybe you have time to get your makeup done in the morning but we sure don’t. Give us a minute.” Ms. Channy was in panic. Her legs tight together as she held her hands against her belly while her feet shuffled. It was coming. She sweat as she felt a warm liter of liquid pushing its way to exit her body. “Girls please! Please, I have to pee, let me in, please!” ”Just hold it in another minute!” Ms. Channys legs were shuffling up and down to her belly. She felt so bloated. She grabbbed the handle and pushed hard and got it open only to be closed back up. ”Just hold it in!” ”I...r-really g-g-gotta go,” Ms Channy said through tears of agony, jumbling her words together. She continued to knock, and students in the hall started to stare and giggle at her desperation. This could NOT be happening again. Her body right up against the door as she pushed, her crotch turned to the corner of the wall where the door opened, and pushed in to plug herself up. SPURT a drop almost shot out but Channy crossed her legs quick enough to keep the load inside. The pee hurt as it boiled inside. Finally, the teacher on the other side took her foot off of the door and Ms. Channy burst into the bathroom about to explode in her pants. The two very young, newly hired teachers blocked her path to the stalls. Ms. Channy bounced in place and cried. “Ms. Channy, please respect us next time. We work two jobs and get up early every morning just to come here looking like hell and- “ “Fucking move!” Channy said as she shoved them out of the way and went for one of the three stalls. The two young teachers grabbed her again and pulled her back from behind. Ms. Channy was a nervous wreck. She bounced uncontrollably. “We kept the door locked cause we don’t want someone in here taking a shit while we do makeup.” Ms. Channy said, “I don’t have to shit, I have to pee, BAD!” ”We know who you are,” one of them said. “You pissed and shit your pants in that other school.” Ms Channy eyes widened in terror at what they knew. “Just remember that. Respect us and we don’t have to tell everyone that story.” ”Fine!” Channy yelled. Then she sprinted off. She pushed but it was locked. No feet below it. But a sign on it read OUT OF ORDER. She then inhaled a nasty smell and saw some green and brown sludge spots on the floor. She thought she heard rumors of a plumbing backup from the sewers. She stormed into the next stall and bounced as she unbuttoned her pants, “gotta pee gotta pee,” She pulled them pants down and her panties down, and spread her legs as she sat and.....nothing came out. “What..”She pushed but nothing came out yet her bladder ached and burned as the pee remained inside. She started to sweat as she remembered the doctor said holding it in too long could cause one of two things cause of her injury. One was her muscles would become so tense that weakness of her bladder would become smushed and block the pee from coming out. People this happened to usually go the rest of their lives with a full aching bladder. Some would last for years and then burst at random. “No no this can’t be happening!” She shocked her fingers up her pussy as far as she could and pushed and pushed. Hoping it would work. She could not go through life like this. Then she felt it. It got hot and wet down there and She pulled her fingers out. THEN, pee shot out of her like fire. Yet, she sighed in relief, feeling her aching bladder quickly ease with no more pain. She breathed steady as a loud eruption of pee filled the toilet. She slouched over with her pants around her ankles releasing it all. Just then as she still pissed the stall door got kicked open. Ms Channy sat up in shock as the two young teachers laughed at the pantsless teacher. “Might want to hurry for these people.” Ms Channy peaked outside the stall door and saw three other female teachers in line waiting for an available stall. All were no older than 28 and had mini skirts and heels. Ms. Channy turned red. “Just....give me a moment.” She covered her crotch as two those bitch teachers smiled and watched. “Alright close the door I gotta go! I can’t in front of you guys.” They refused so Ms Channy kicked up and closed the door with her foot and locked, and the rest of her pent up pee drained out of her. Soon she was done, wiped, flushed, and washed her hands and headed out dry and mighty with dignity, ready for the day. Everything went smoothly. She went home later, calm, and went to bed. The next morning, she awoke…SHE WENT TO PEE BEFORE SHE LEFT…and put on some clothes and headed to school. She wore tight blue jeans that showed nice on her big hips and butt. She wore a white t-shirt with a black sweater over it, and brown shoes. She finished her morning coffee on the bus on the way to school. It was Friday. She had another cup at home before she left. So, after another bumpy bus ride it was easy to know why she felt a slight twitch in her bladder. No pain, a small pulse that came and went. She had to pee, but was fine. Besides, as she passed the teacher’s lavatory she saw a line outside the door of squirming female teachers. “Boy hate to be stuck in something like that again,” she laughed, and went to her first class. Little did she know of the plumbing below the school, slowly filling with more sewage sludge as the pipe problem remained. What would happen? TO BE CONTINUED….and yes there will be LINE WAITNG

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Any suggestions on a pull-up that is form-fitting and has a high enough capacity that it can hold a bed-wetting? I have need for a good pull-up, but I also enjoy a good controlled wetting. I’ve been wearing Always Discreet pull-ups and Poise pads during the day. I had an embarrassing wetting that soaked my pad and wet my jeans at the massage parlour today. I picked up some weird branded Cardinal Health pull-ups at the real pharmacy (not Walgreens or CVS in the States). They didn’t have any Abena or Tena pull-ups. The Cardinal Health ones seem okay, but are bulky because they are for both bladder and bowel incontinence. I took RachelKirwan’s suggestion to wear panties on top, which makes the crinkle go away (yay!). I know, pull-ups aren’t really like regular diapers. I’d say that I’d be more a DL than an AB, and my need is becoming more pressing for a diaper that is functional.

I got home from an outing about 45 minutes ago. I kind of had to pee, so I decided to put on one of the depends pull ups that a bought a little while back. I had drank quite a bit of tea at lunch and had an hour drive home. After I got home I and changed into the diaper I didn't last long. I pretty good wetting into the diaper. I do like these diapers. I can wet them and stay in them and my pants don't get wet, even if I am sitting down. Previous diapers I had always leaked if I sat down. The first one of these I used took two wettings well before I leaked pretty heavily with the third. We'll see how this one does.

Hope you all enjoy the story. sorry about any spelling or grammar mistake. my dyslexic is a told pain in the ass Chapter one ashly squirmed her bladder ached as she left her car and headed tords the skyscrape, the only skyscraper in sight. She managed to get into the Building and to the bathroom after asking the security where it was. And she ran into the stall not even locking the stall door. before she pulled down her pants then tried to pull down her panties but a small stream poured out of her and the burning sensation in her bladder and urethra remained her that holding it in would only make it worse. Making a decision that a pair of panties could be replaced but her organs could not she sat down on the tollet and let the pee flow out of her soaking her panties. The burning didn’t go away as she pissed in fact it got worse. When she was done she got up and looked looking at her pee she saw that it was slightly red. It had all started when she went camping with some close friends for about half a week. It had started off great. lot of beers, hikes and friends, but on the last day they where hiking and she hand gotten thirsty and had the great idea of drinking water from a small stream. Later that day her stomach started to hurt. And every time she peed it burned like hell. She left early the next morning. went to the doctor the next day. When she got there she was told to pee in a cup ( I have no idea what the thing you pee in is called). she had already drank a lot of water that day in perp for this so she had no trouble doing it. After that she was told to wate for the lab results.

Actual brick-and-mortar stores explicitly offering ABDL diapers include these: A medical supply store in Fort Wayne, Indiana, has a room devoted only to ABDL items, and a web page for their ABDL customers: https://thediaperladies.com/ Northeast Mobility in Albany, New York, has a department especially for ABDL diapers and accessories, and a staff member named Bethany who attends to ABDL customers. You cannot see their ABDL products list on line; you have to go to their store. https://nemobility.com/abdl/ Here's an image of Bethany's business card that says "ABDL Diapers and Accessories: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DY_odkuU0AEUeN7.jpg Changing Times Diaper Company of Las Vegas, Nevada has a brick-and-mortar store and an online shop. Their brands are reported to include things from AB Universe, Bambino, Diaper Connoisseur, The ABDL Shop and Rearz. Rearz, of Waterloo, Ontario has lots of ABDL stuff: http://rearz.ca/ Tykables is an ABDL supply company with a brick-and-mortar store in Mount Prospect, Illinois: tykables.com I haven't seen anything described like this item at Tykables elsewhere: "Our jeans have been designed specifically for wearing adult diapers by adding a Waddle Gusset which is extra fabric right in the center of the inseam." Littles Down Under has a brick-and-mortar store in Brendale (north Brisbane), Queensland: https://www.littles-downunder.com.au

I learned a lot from this survey and am still getting responses which is amazing! I wanted to share with people my thoughts on the answers they submitted through a text box and answer any questions since the survey was anonymous. If I didn't answer your comment its because it had already been asked or what you asked was not possible. I still have not decided on what my next site will be but I'm going to keep the survey open until April 1st. A huge thank you to everyone who voted and left great feedback for me to read. Survey Results First 30 Q1 Next site ideas Abdreams: unfortunately, this is on the “Do not post” list Penny barber & Ella Nova: it can prove difficult to get content for individuals if they don’t belong to a larger site but I’ll look into it Wetset: I would love to do Wetset I’ve always had my eyes on them. A future possibility Adultbabyxxx: don’t know much about this site but I am currently doing research on lots of new sites thanks to this feedback FLdiapergirls: sadly, also on the list for “Do not post” Mydiaperedgf: These videos are based on clips4sale which means I could get a couple at best Baby-Doll: This site looks older and may not provide the best content but it will be on a list along with all the others Q2 Enjoying content I’m happy to hear that everyone is enjoying my content. From this survey, I’ve heard a lot about more messing and less messing. I know diaperedonline is a lot of mess based content but please bear with me, I made the survey specifically for this reason and will be able to diversify my content soon! Q4 What you want to see more of Diaper masturbation- Hoping we can get more of this as well, I know diapermess has its own tag for this Enemas- I have more of these then I can count, common in most diaperedonline models! Forced wetting- I’ll see what I can do Spankings- Diaperedonline has plenty but there will likely be more to come Younger models/Pull-ups/pampers- I don’t have a lot of control with this but maybe you’ll get lucky Mittens and Straightjackets- Diapermess will have plenty of this Groups- Both diaperedonline and diapermess have these occasionally Q5 What I should change Thank you to everyone who used this space to say nice things! Upload to MEGA to get around 3 downloads a day: I paid special attention to this one. If I was to do my uploading on MEGA yes it might be easier to download, but you only have this barrier if you don’t contribute or don’t have a membership. I really love Omo and the platform of the site, I understand your frustration because I was you at one time which is why I try and be as detail oriented as possible in naming, screenshots, and other aspects so you know exactly what you’re getting. Please contribute content to this amazing community or get a membership, my favorite part of watching peoples videos has been earning the right to see them. The current results for The Next Site are as follows ("Other" responses that mentioned these received a vote) Diapermess sites 13 votes Diaperedonline 14 votes Xtreme diapers 1 vote HD diapers 10 votes Thank you for reading, Mnlover