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I didn't even get past 48 hours and it was this amazing diaper flood which made me surrender! I wasn't actually entirely committed to not nut November anyway really, however I have heard that people intentionally watch porn during the event to make fighting the urge to masturbate more difficult and I personally believe this makes a lot of sense because it makes it more of a challenge. So which video, picture, ecchi or manga made you give up the fight? Please share the video link or image in the comments! (As long as they comply with the site rules of course!)

Hi Understanding world. I am struggling as i have no one to talk too about my deepest darkest diaper needs I've been silently in this world for a long long time... Its a world hidden from everyone in my life. No one knows but me. I am a 40 year old wife, mother, and business woman in a small city so ya people would not understand. Heck even i don't understand! I battle silently with my love for diapers and being helpless and small. I put it away for a while and convenience myself it is gone only to have it return again and again... especially when i am anxious or overdone. To top it off I am a Christian so i even battle faith vs feelings in myself... like I am not strong enough to do what is right. I don't totally trust writing here as I wrote something once years back and some guy just wanted to talk to me for less then appropriate reasons. Its not sexual to me, its a control and release. Wearing diapers gives me a tiny smidgen of control over myself in a world where life just is crazy and doesn't always feel safe. SO no... i wont post pictures or video myself. Anyways believe it or not after almost 20 years of creating my own diapers out of towels or blankets, today i went to the store and bought some depends overnights. They aren't babyish, but i can hide them under my clothes with ease. So yep. I actually bought some. Now I am happily wearing multiple ones and they are getting quite wet. 😍🎉 I wish i didn't feel this way, but even more i just didn't want to be alone tonight. Thanks for hearing me out... Lizzy

This is a something I've wanted to start on for a while. It's the first thing I've really focused on writing in years, so it's probably lacking in a lot of areas, but hopefully it's good enough for some people to enjoy! Though the plot is slightly different and there will be some changes to specific characters personality traits, this series is based heavily on the Wanko to Kurasou universe. --- Right now I just have the first two chapters done. Feel free to offer feedback and suggestions/ideas here if you would like!

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

I have decided that I am going to slowly retrain my bladder that it's ok to wet at night, I made sure to drink water before bed and have a glass next to me when I sleep, when wake up I drink the water, pee and go back to sleep

I'm looking for videos where a girl wears a diaper under normal clothes (preferably pants but skirts are ok too) and uses the diaper (peeing, pooping or both). In public would be a bonus, but I'll enjoy any. Anyone have any?

Avery watched as the clock continued to tick, one black rectangle at a time. Tic-toc. Tic-toc. Each noise was another second closer to freedom from the stuffy classroom and the droning voice of Mr. Dunbar, who currently had lost the battle for half of the classes’s attention with a wall clock. Unfortunately, this state of affairs was not unusual: Mr. Dunbar, despite being an extremely knowledge scholar, was known for his interminable and excruciatingly boring lectures. Indeed, the clock Avery was currently watching was counting away seconds of passing period, class having ended two minutes ago. Avery’s bladder twinged as her mind wandered to gym, her next class. Recently, the school gym had partially shut down for renovation, so the normal locker rooms were inaccessible. Because history and gym were the only two long blocks she had on Wednesday afternoon, and Mr. Dunbar was notoriously stingy with the bathroom pass, she’d normally have gone to the bathroom while getting changed for gym, but the new changing room was a classroom with no easily accessible bathroom. Before she could think through this any more, his nasally voice triggered a cacophony of backpacks zipping and binders clipping, jolting Avery out of her thoughts. As she packed up, and started heading toward H201, where she’d be changing, she started daydreaming about having gym classes with Dylan, a common fantasy for her: for the past 3 years, she’d been denied the chance to see her long-term crush sweaty twice weekly. As she opened the door and navigated the screen set up in front of H201, her bladder twinged again, reminding her she’d normally have gone to the bathroom by now. Unfortunately, she was quite late to the changing process, which earned her a disapproving glare from the attending female gym teacher, Ms. Hubert. She knew from experience that protests about Mr. Dunbar were unlikely to have much effect. Grace had saved her one of the desirable table spots, so she didn’t have to put her clothes on the floor. Hurrying over, she began to change, playing the awkward game of trying to avoid looking too closely at anyone else while in a room with 20 other girls distributed evenly, made more asymmetric by the fact that she was the last one to finish changing into her gym clothes. At last, the gym students were shepherded into the gym, gossip and all. Ms. Hubert, in a likely-vain attempt to inject some enthusiasm for physical education into a room in which a half of this kids didn’t want to get sweaty and another quarter had a strong aversion to any activity more intense than walking between classes, scrawled a warmup consisting of jumping jacks and laps around the room on a portable whiteboard. Avery would normally have been a member of the first group, but at the moment, an entirely different form of excess bodily fluid was beginning to be a constant presence in her mind. The laps around the gym took her mind off of it, but the jumping jacks felt like hammer blows to her abdomen. However, with a fair bit of concentration, she managed to make it through to the next bit of torture: an excessively long lecture, with no lack of repetition, about the few rules involved in prison ball. Avery squirmed through this, beginning to seriously consider asking Ms. Hubert for a hall pass before remembering that the last kid who tried was roundly denied after the kid before was found making out in a bathroom. Eventually, the lecture ended, and she stood up, transitioning from sitting around to standing around and occasionally walking slowly in the direction of the ball, or to the side of the court. Admittedly, her attention was not on the game at hand, focusing instead on her growing need to find a bathroom and, more importantly, the overiding fear that expressing that need could influence her status. She tried to think about Dylan’s biceps, but, marvelous as they were (him being a star basketball player), the state of her bladder was not affected. Due to general incompetence, the prison ball game did not draw to a close by the end of class. Indeed, Ms. Hubert was reluctant to dismiss the class, and refused to deprive them of their chance to finish the game until Grace pointed out that they would miss the bus if they didn’t start getting changed approximately now. This proved persuasive, and Avery followed the class back into H201, every step accompanied by a pang of desperation. After what felt like several hours of rushed changing, Avery made it back into her day clothes, the elastic of her skirt and tight fabric of the not-cropped crop top that was technically in compliance with school dress code making her need to go worse. She began to walk with Grace to their bus, but the growing pain in her bladder drew her to ask Grace for help: “Could you ask the bus driver to wait while I went to the bathroom?” ”I wouldn’t count on it-he left Annika behind last week” Grace responded. “The bus is starting!” Grace began to dash to the bus, before realizing that her friend was slightly impaired at the moment. As Avery half-hobbled half-ran to the bus, Grace was torn between asking for the bus driver to wait, and helping her friend. She ended up resorting to the former, given that Avery was in sight, and he grudgingly agreed. Hurrying to their normal seat at the back of the bus, Avery began to seriously worry about setting herself. She knew she still had a thirty minute bus ride and ten minute walk before she was home, and her bladder was already full to bursting. Shoving her hands into her crotch, she tried to forestall the inevitable, using the fabric of her skirt for further pressure. Grace was looking on with a worried expression, and tried to comfort her friend in a whispered tone: ”Just focus on the next five minutes, OK? You’ll be fine, you just need to hold for a bit longer.” While her words were undoubtedly the product of good intentions, they weren’t particularly helpful to Avery, and as the bus cleared a speed bump, lumbering up to speed, Avery felt a spurt of pee squirt past her hand, causing her to briefly shriek. Unfortunately-or perhaps fortunately-she hadn’t peed enough to release the pressure on her bladder, and it continued to build. ”I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it. I think I’m going to wet myself” she whispered. ”You’ll be fine, you’ll get home dry. Just focus on the next few minutes.” The next few minutes passed in silence, until the bus hit another speed bump. Avery felt her bladder start to give way again, letting a longer burst of pee out. The part of her skirt pressed against her crotch was now decidedly darker than the surrounding area, and the wetness had spread beyond the edge of Avery’s hand. ”I’m going to wet myself like a baby! Everyone is going to see when we get off!” Avery was hysterical and whispering at the same time. Grace turned around to face Avery. “Just close your eyes, and listen to me, and we’ll get you home dry. If you want me to stop, just say so, and I’m sorry if my hands are cold.” Avery was quite confused at this point, but also quite desperate. She closed her eyes, and started counting sheep, thinking of anything that would distract her. She heard Grave grab her purse and unzip it, and then, after a moment, Grace’s hands at her feet, pulling something up on her. She couldn’t imagine what Grace was going, but another spike of desperation hit her, and she lost the capacity to think about it. After a moment, the wave passed, and she heard Grace’s voice again, her hands now at her thighs: “move your hands, and use your legs to lift yourself off the seat. Just focus for one more minute.” Wimpering in desperation, Avery did what Grace asked, and felt her hands go up, into her waistband, dragging a something up her thighs with them. They had bathed together before, but Avery started to wonder what on earth Grace could be doing, before realizing that there was a lot more material between her legs than there was before. She opened her eyes, looked down at her crotch, realized she was now wearing a pull-up (that proudly identified itself as a Ninjamas for Girls), and felt her bladder suddenly empty from the shock. She tried to stop it, but wasn’t able to, and felt the pee rushing into the pull-up. She could still feel her panties getting soaked, but nothing else was getting wet, and the pull-up was holding her accident well, although she could see it’s starting to yellow, expand, and sag. After what felt like an eternity, her pee finally stopped, and she turned to Grace with an open mouth.

Allison is a nice and elegant lady but one day she's going to have a messy accident that will awaken a secret love for diapers. Will she succumb to her desires or repress them to keep on being the perfect lady?. Cap 1. The lady routine. Allison is perfect. Ask anyone who knows her, she was always the best student on high school, she's pretty, she is good at sports. But most importantly, she behaves, no one could blame you if you thought she was a princess, but instead she's on her way on finishing highschool. At 18 years old and close on doing her casting Allison's life was perfect, but perfection comes with a cost. Allison not only has to keep herself in form by doing excersise, but she also needs to shave regularly, she had a hormonal problem that made her grow more hair than the avarage girl... and the avarage man. If not kept on check Allison's perfect body would be covered with hair. She also needed to keep her liquid consumption controlled bacause she used to wet the bed when children and sometimes she used to have accidents back then. But these sacrifices where worth it for her, perfection was never supposed to be cheap, until one day, Allison would make a mistake that will awaken who she really was, and it all started with...

I drew this recently, its me as an anime girl with bunny ears, my elephant i made, my baby blanket, a bottle and my pacifier, while wearing a diaper. I used to wear my hair in pigtails as a kid. Its so cute!!!!

It was some time in early June at the Ship Island Camp. Campers and their parents showed up in droves, disembarking from the ferry with heavy backpacks, sleeping bags, and bedrolls. They chattered with each other as they made their way towards the gate, which was wide open and decorated with a welcoming array of balloons and streamers. Most of the campers were teens, about 16 to 18 years old. Shayla was on the older side of this spectrum, at 18 years old. She looked around for familiar faces, hoping to see someone she had met from the prior years of her attendance. The entrance had a long line, filled with campers looking to get themselves checked in and pack away their things. At the end of the line, counselors stood in groups, where campers were directed to head to their respective cabins together. Shayla diligently waited with her mother in line, sipping from her thermos of ice cold water. She eagerly awaited to be put into a cabin, ideally with one of her long-time friends. Her mother asked her "Do you have everything?" Shayla nodded, mentally going through a checklist of her items. Hairbrush, mosquito spray, pillow, sleeping bag... It seemed as though she had everything. "I think I have everything, mom.", she said. Her mom reiterated, asking again "You have all of your things?" Shayla blushed at the question, but remembered that she had packed them. "Yes, I have them." They were always referred to indirectly, in some way or another. Most often they were her simply her "things". But when more clarity was needed, they were her "night-time underwear", her "just-in-case panties", or, at most, her "pull-ups". But they were never referred to as they actually where, how Shayla really thought of them: her diapers. Shayla felt that the subtle differences between these terms were all but irrelevant: they were padded underwear that absorbed her pee. Shayla had stopped wetting her bed when she was ten years old. Or so she thought, until she mysteriously began waking up to that familiar wetness in her bedding, pajamas, and panties. And just as soon as her parents knew that these accidents weren't flukes, the plastic sheet came out of the closet. And with it came the diapers. At first she cursed at her inability to hold herself in her sleep, but eventually came to begrudgingly accept her reality. Even in her long stretches of blissful night-time dryness, Shayla had always been accident-prone. She couldn't always hold it, and she often overestimated her bladder control. She had accidents only sometimes though, and mostly just small ones that were easy enough to clean. As the line further advanced, Shayla realized that she should begin seeking out the bathroom. Nevertheless, the line advanced slowly. Eventually, she made it to the front, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Her mother resisted asking her if she needed to pee, figuring that it would be embarrassing. After checking in, Shayla walked towards the wide circle of counselors. An assistant smiled and pointed her to her cabin: "You will be in the whitewater cabin, it's over there." Shayla walked in the indicated direction, but noticed one of her friends along the way. "Hi Amanda!", she smiled and waved. "Hi Shayla, what cabin are you in?" Shayla replied "Whitewater cabin." Amanda replied "Oh, never been in that one." Shayla walked up to her own cabin, becoming more aware of her need to pee. She knew where the bathrooms where, but they were far away and she still needed to put away her stuff. Her counselor cheerily introduced herself as Shayla approached and set her stuff down. "Hello there, welcome to Whitewater Cabin! My name is Fern." She extended her hand. Shayla replied in turn by introducing herself. Fern looked around at her cabin. There were only four other girls there (usually either per cabin) and no one that Shayla personally knew. Fern gazed at her clipboard and performed a mental head count of who all was there. "OK, I think that's everyone. Are we ready to go?" Shayla thought to herself Yeah I'm ready to go. To go directly in my pants. Everyone generally seemed to agree and they prepared to embark. Shayla quickly lifted her heavy backpack, which sent a wave of desperation through her. She even lost control for a second, resulting in a few drops of pee in her panties. After regaining control, she followed the others to Whitewater Cabin. The walk was mostly in silence, as they would be expected to introduce themselves later. Shayla knew this was for the best, each step proved more difficult for the last as her bladder pleaded for release. The girls finally got to their cabin. In mechanical fashion, bedrolls were unfurled, sleeping bags were placed, and bags were stashed in their respective places. Shayla noticed that this cabin lacked the traditional, old mattresses that other cabins had. This one had new ones, with a thick plastic outside. It reminded her of her mattress at home. Shayla had been careful to hide her embarrassing secret beneath a thick block of strategically-placed underwear, socks, and shirts. Shayla always packed spare underwear with her, just in case something happened. Just in case something was about to happen. As the parents filtered out and said their goodbyes, the girls turned to each other and to Fern. "Alright everyone," Fern said, "welcome to your new home for the next two weeks." Fern looked awkwardly around. She had a cute smile, and seemed to be kind of shy. "Does anyone know why you're in this specific cabin?" Shayla had already been putting the pieces together, but Fern's question made it immediately clear: This wasn't Whitewater Cabin. This was Yellowwater Cabin. Shayla, still desperately needing to pee, crossed her legs silently as she sat on her bunk. Maybe only she knew, maybe everyone knew, but Shayla wasn't about to share her secret to four strangers. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea. Only the faint sound of Shayla's bouncing, crossed, leg could be heard. Finally, Fern broke the silence. "You're all here because your parents indicated that you might sometimes have night-time accidents." The room became even more still and silent as each camper's worst nightmare was realized. "Now, don't you girls worry about a thing. The thought behind this cabin was that you all have the same problems, and you all know how best to deal with them. You have everything you need: protected sheets, cleaning stuff, and the first shower of the day." Fern continued explaining that it's OK to have accidents sometimes The shower part sounded nice, Shayla thought, since the showers were usually cold by the time she could get to them. She thought about that warm shower, about standing in the warm water, about it flowing down her back and legs... Shayla snapped out of her daydream abruptly when she caught another small leak go into her panties. Not now she thought, as she summoned more strength to hold on. Not immediately after everyone here knows I'm a bedwetter. But it was little use. Fern was not done talking, and she didn't want to be rude. Periodically, little dribbles of pee escaped. Shayla felt lucky to be on a protected mattress. Shayla continued to listen to Fern's speech, eagerly waiting for it to end. Part of her wished she had a diaper on right now, just so she could take care of it.

Very sexy british girl pees her ABDL print diaper. Sadly the camera goes out of focus and there is no audible hissing but the desperation is sexy and I always love it when british girls use the words "wee" and "nappy" BBW desperately wets diaper PORNHUB