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  1. Chapter 1: This can't be real "Ashley, did you remember to pack the camera for your sister?" Steve yelled while adding things to their car for their road trip. "Got it!" Ashley called back, lugging a heavy suitcase towards the car. She had packed meticulously, ensuring they had everything they needed for their week-long getaway. As she approached the car, she noticed Steve struggling with a large cooler. "Let me help you with that," she said, setting down the suitcase and moving to assist him. Together, they managed to load the cooler into the trunk, making space for the rest of their luggage. "Thanks, Ash," Steve said, wiping sweat from his brow. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Ashley smiled, feeling a warm sense of contentment. She loved moments like these, simple and mundane yet filled with a sense of togetherness. As they finished loading the car, Ashley glanced at the time. "We should get going if we want to make it to Sarah's before dark," she said, referring to her sister. "She's expecting us to drop off the camera today." Steve nodded, closing the trunk. "Let's hit the road, then. I can't wait to get to the cabin and relax." With everything packed and ready, they climbed into the car, the engine roaring to life as Steve turned the key. As they drove off, the sun shining brightly overhead, Ashley couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. It was their 4th year anniversary of dating each other. She was confident he was going to propose while out at the cabin. As they left the city, traffic grew heavier, and Steve, always the impatient one, decided to take a detour through the backroads to avoid the congestion. The scenic route wound through the mountains, offering breathtaking views of the rugged landscape. "Steve, do you know where we are going? We've never gone this way before to visit my sister." Ashley asked concerned they were going to be late. "Don't worry about it; the road has to connect at some point," he said nonchalantly. "If you say so," she replied, pulling out her phone. "Hey Sarah, we're going to be late. Steve is taking a new road this time. He's being his "adorable" self and refusing to listen to the GPS or his navigator, lol," Ashley texted her sister. Hours had gone by at this point, as they ascended higher into the mountains, their cell signal began to fade, eventually disappearing altogether. "I think we should turn back Steve," Ashley told him, concerned they might have gone too far without cell service. It's already been an hour since the last time she could do anything on her phone. Despite Ashley's protests, Steve assured her that they would soon find their way back to civilization. However, his optimism dwindled as the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the desolate road. With no cell service and no GPS to guide them. Steve admitted defeat. "Okay, maybe you're right. I'll stop at the next gas station or something and ask for directions." "Or, you know we could turn around?" "How? This road isn't wide enough for me to do that." They continued down the desolate road in silence; their nerves grew with each passing minute without an opportunity to turn back around. The fading light of dusk painted the landscape in eerie shadows, heightening their sense of isolation. Suddenly, with a sputter, their car lurched to a halt, billowing smoke from beneath the hood. Steve's heart sank as he stared at the dashboard, hoping for some sign of life from the engine. Only to see the check engine light and the red lining of the temperature gauge. The silence that followed was deafening. Ashley unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, stretching her legs and taking in their surroundings. She let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers tapping anxiously on her phone, now displaying a bleak "No Service" message. "We should start walking," Steve said, forcing confidence into his voice as he opened the car door and stepped out onto the gravel shoulder. "Maybe there's a gas station or a house nearby where we can ask for help." Ashley nodded, though her eyes betrayed her growing unease. They began to walk up the road, the fading light casting long shadows ahead of them. The air was thick with the scent of pine trees and the distant hum of crickets. After what felt like an eternity, they came across an old, abandoned house nestled among the trees. The windows were boarded up, and the front porch sagged under the weight of neglect. Moss and leaflitter had overcome the roof nearly entirely. Ivy stretched up one side of the house threatening to overtake the decrepit structure. Steve hesitated, looking at the house and the setting sun, a sense of foreboding settling over him like a shroud. "We should keep going," he suggested, his voice tight with unease. Ashley hesitated an urgency in her bladder demanding her attention. "I have to go," she whispered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "And it's getting dark. We'll just go in, use the bathroom, and leave." Reluctantly, Steve nodded, his stomach churning with apprehension as they approached the crumbling porch. Couldn't she just go by a bush? The door creaked open with a rusty groan, revealing a dimly lit interior choked with dust and cobwebs. As they stepped inside, a chill wind whispered through the empty rooms, sending shivers down their spines. Suddenly, the door behind them slammed shut. WHAM Ashley and Steve both jumped at the loud noise, turning to see the door closed. Steve nervously scanned the dimly lit interior, his hand instinctively reaching for Ashley's. "Must've been some strong wind," he muttered, trying to rationalize the sudden slamming of the door. Ashley nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to suppress the rising panic. "Yeah, let's just find the bathroom and get out of here," she agreed, her voice trembling slightly. Standing in the hallway, their senses were on high alert, every creak and groan of the old house setting their nerves on edge. Ashley was about to take another step down the hallway when a sudden movement caught her eye. Turning towards the source of the disturbance, she froze in terror as a figure emerged from the shadows—a grotesque, life-sized mannequin with hollow eyes and a frozen smile. "Welcome, little ones," it cooed, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. "It's time to play!" Steve and Ashley's hearts pounded in their chests as the figure began charging towards them frantically. Waving its arms about wildly. They froze on the spot, their minds unable to comprehend the surreal situation unfolding before them. Closing their eyes, they braced themselves for the inevitable. Suddenly, the mannequin's voice softened, sending a chill down their spines. "Uh-oh, looks like someone snuck their way out of the playroom," it said, its tone almost playful. "You two should know better. You wouldn't want to get in trouble, now would we?" Its smile widened to an unnatural length. Confused, Steve and Ashley cautiously opened their eyes. To their astonishment, the mannequin now loomed large before them, towering over them like a giant. Its appearance had changed. It was no longer grotesque. Instead, it looked more like a middle-aged woman from the 60s. But it wasn't just her; the entire house had transformed, everything around them appearing larger than life. They were no longer their adult selves but had shrunk down to the size of toddlers, surrounded by oversized furniture and toys. Steve and Ashley blinked in disbelief, trying to make sense of their surreal surroundings. They realized that the abandoned house had undergone a dramatic transformation. What was once a decrepit, abandoned building now appeared pristine and inviting, as if frozen in time from its heyday as a bustling daycare center. The walls were painted in bright, cheerful colors and adorned with whimsical murals of smiling animals and playful children. Sunshine streamed in through large windows, casting warm, golden rays across the room, nothing like the outside they had just come from. Toys were neatly arranged in colorful bins, and child-sized furniture dotted the space. There was a cubby system across from the stairs in front of them, where kids hung their coats and placed their shoes. But despite the seemingly idyllic atmosphere, a sense of unease lingered in the air. The silence that filled the room was heavy with the weight of the unknown, and a creeping sense of dread clawed at the edges of their consciousness. "What... what's happening?" Ashley whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she clung to Steve's hand, her eyes wide with fear. Steve shook his head, his mind reeling with disbelief. "I-I don't know," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty and fear."This can't be real." The mannequin chuckled, its voice echoing through the room. "Oh, but it is my dears," it said, its eyes gleaming with an eerie light as its face switched in and out from the pristine woman to its grotesque state. "You're here to play, just like all the other little ones who came before you." As the realization of their predicament sank in, Ashley and Steve exchanged a terrified glance, their hearts pounding in their chests. They turned towards the door, desperate to escape, but to their horror, they found that the once easily reachable doorknob was now far beyond their grasp, towering above them like a monument to their helplessness. "We need to get out of here," Ashley cried, her voice tinged with panic as she tugged futilely at the door. "This can't be happening." Steve's mind raced, trying to make sense of their surreal situation. "There's no way out," his voice trembling with fear as he scanned the room for an escape route. The mannequin's voice cut through the air, sending a chill down their spines. "I'm afraid leaving is not an option, my dears," it said, its tone eerily calm. "You see, you're here to play, and play you shall." Steve and Ashley turned towards the mannequin, their eyes wide with fear and their backs pressed up against the door. It approached them, its towering figure casting a long shadow over them. Ashley's heart sank as she felt a warm trickle down her leg, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she was wetting her pants in fear. The mannequin chuckled, its voice echoing through the room. "Looks like someone had an accident," it said, its eyes gleaming with an unsettling light. "No matter, we'll get you cleaned up in no time." With a swift motion, the mannequin scooped up Steve and Ashley in its enormous arms, carrying them away from the door and up the stairs into the daycare. Steve and Ashley struggled against its grip, but it was no use. They were at the mercy of the supernatural force that held them captive. As they were carried through the daycare, they passed by a room with empty cribs and playpens, their surroundings a surreal mix of childhood innocence and eerie abandonment. The mannequin brought them to a brightly lit room filled with changing tables and stacks of diapers, a hint to their new reality. "Now, now, little ones," the mannequin cooed, placing them on the changing tables. "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for playtime." Steve and Ashley exchanged a terrified glance, their minds reeling with fear and confusion. How had they ended up in this nightmare? And more importantly, was there a way out?
  2. I was really, really bored at work today. Lacking better ideas, decided to get around to writing a story I recently drummed up. Fun fact, the title stems back all the way to an idea I had cooked up easily a decade ago, but never did anything with. Whatever, but it's my first story here so thought I shared, hope it's enjoyable. Might write more later, might not - forewarning, this was stream-of-consciousness over the course of a workday afternoon, so I apologize if there's any obvious errors/mistakes. Without further ado, enjoy! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 1 - Meeting My New Mommy! Johnny was twenty years old, and he'd reached what felt like the most important (and strange) decision of his life: he was going to be a kid again. He was set to receive a rather sizable inheritance when he turned twenty-one, enough to set him well for his foreseeable life, as far as he could tell. However, he had to fend for himself until then, and without much luck getting a job that was going to be very difficult. Getting lower and lower on cash every day and with the only apartments he could find being obscenely overpriced, he was running out of ideas. That was when he'd found "Imagine That Care Services", while browsing the web and, lacking better plans, decided to click. No harm in checking, right? The site that greeted him was cutesy, with pastel pink and baby blues and building blocks meeting him, but clearly formatted for adults. Reading through the description, he was shocked to learn that it was indeed a 'care service', wherein he could pay money to be adopted temporarily by a 'mommy' or 'daddy' that would take care of all his needs: food, housing, clothes, all of it would be well bargained and done, no questions asked. What's more, the price they were asking per month was less than any apartment he'd found within 100 miles. This is it, he thought. This is my chance! I can use this to wait out the rest of my time until I can cash out on the inheritance and I'm all set! A thin smile tugged at his lips, but his wariness got the better of him - surely this was too good to be true, there had to be a catch. Scrolling through, he found it, something referred to loosely as ABDL - Adult-Baby Diaper-Lover. Apparently, he was quite literally going to be treated like a child by his mommy or daddy, and his actions (and reactions) would determine how that went. In the example listed, kids who were able to use the potty and were well-behaved - a strange way to put it - would be rewarded with more freedom, and those that didn't would be treated closer to actual babies. Mommies and Daddies had complete control over things at any and all times, and there was no refunding once a timeframe was set - quite literally, it was all or nothing. Johnny weighed his options for the rest of the night, and got very little sleep in the process. He'd kept looking for other options, but there was nothing: no apartments, no jobs, no nothing. Finally, come morning, he'd made up his mind: desperate times called for desperate measures, and Johnny was indeed desperate! It's only for a year, then I can do whatever I want. Besides, it's all self-enclosed, no one's gonna know - I'll just tell my folks I got an internship or something and it was for a new company and they made me sign a non-disclosure. I'll just behave, pretend I'm livin' the old days of life and drink juiceboxes on a playground for the rest of the year. Easy. His mind made up, Johnny began writing an email to Imagine That. Their response was received promptly, and it involved a fairly straightforward set of rules for the agreement: Imagine That was its own separate 'facility' covering the size of a small town or perhaps even city, from what he could tell, so anyone he met would be involved with the project or working for it, so there was no risk of his personal life being ruined elsewhere. He had access to choose a Mommy or Daddy to care for him, whom would essentially have authority over him for this process. All Mommies and Daddies were thoroughly vetted, sexual misconduct would be treated harshly, no refunds, and several other bits and bobs he didn't feel like committing to memory. He read through it all to ensure no loopholes, but really his mind was preoccupied with what he needed to do: the better he behaved and the more he listened to his 'parent', the better he'd be treated, the more freedom he'd have and the easier time he'd have, too. Scrolling through the online list, he'd decided on going for a Mommy: it'd be 'less weird' and if he was lucky she'd be really hot, too. The listed intros, pictures and bios were somewhat interesting, if keeping him a bit excited, but he tried to keep focused. Eventually, he settled for a nice-looking woman probably in her early thirties, though realistically he had no way of knowing, was terrible at guessing that kind of thing and forgot to actually look. She was quite gorgeous, flowing auburn hair and sparkling green eyes and a smile to die for. According to what the page said, she described herself as 'encouraging the best from her little ones', and that she wouldn't treat them unfairly but rewarded hard effort. It seemed like his best bet, some of the others had some rather interesting ideas about who they'd be caring for. Do people actually like this whole baby and diaper thing? Weird. He hesitated a bit at her usage of words like 'little ones' and 'active help with potty training', but again, he saw no better options, so he went with it. Several hours later and he had his confirmation: a quick payment online and all that was left to do was show up the next day. He quickly penned a message to his family, letting them know about an exciting new internship he was starting and how he'd be out of contact for the next year while he worked there. Grinning to himself and how clever he sounded and with the prospect of easy money on his hands, he ended the day plotting how he'd play his hand for the next year. The facility itself wasn't especially marked or anything, just seemed like a large - very large - gated community and assorted buildings of sorts. It wasn't until he entered past the gate with a printed-off proof of purchase that he realized there was basically a self-serving community in here, fully self-sufficient: to an outsider, it just looked like a campus of some kind, but internally there's be practically limitless self-sustainability. He walked down a path through a dense mass of trees until he came to a building marked as 'Admissions'. Entering, he was greeted with a rather strange feeling, as it was mostly empty of newcomers this early in the day and the desk lady looked like she was literally running a kindergarten, exaggerated smile and speech with goofy, pastel-pink dress. Always the pastel pink, he thought to himself. "Hi!" she greeted him sweetly, and he couldn't help but smile lightly in response. "Welcome to Imagine That! How can I help you, young sir?" He handed her his information. It felt weird, not having any luggage - he almost felt like he was taking a vacation, but his instructions said no personal effects were needed, and he wouldn't have access to them for the duration of his stay. After checking things over and giving him an approval sticker to put on his shirt, she told him to sit nearby and await the arrival of his mommy, whom would help him from there. While waiting, he saw two people walking outside: a woman in adult clothes, obviously a mommy, leading a girl who looked like they were about Johnny's age by the hand quite gruffly. She was dressed in short overalls and a spotted t-shirt, with short booties that made her look like a picturesque kindergartener, and she held one hand up to her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. Johnny couldn't help but notice a wet patch in the shape of crescent moons on her butt as she walked by, and it connected the dots in his mind. Guess she's going back a grade, Johnny thought. He wanted to snicker, but couldn't avoid a growing feeling of unease. That girl looked about my age - she shouldn't have pissed her pants, unless she wanted to? But what if something happened while she was here... the thoughts increasingly worried him, and he began to wonder if he'd made a mistake coming here. But it was too late now - he'd just have to be careful. While mulling this over, he heard the door nearby and turned to look. As expected, there was his Mommy, Julia. "Hi Johnny!" She wore a somewhat normal-looking red shirt and black slacks, very businesslike, and as she approached she opened her arms up and hugged Johnny. He blushed, suddenly assaulted by perfume and the gentle touch of a woman, but timidly returned the hug all the same. It wasn't like him to submit so immediately, but everything about her seemed to scream 'mommy' to him, and he felt like a smaller child again. "Hi, Mommy," he stammered, remembering from a training packet that he should refer to his mommy or daddy like so unless told otherwise. "Ohhh, you're so cute!" she practically squealed with joy. "Alright, I'm sure you have so many questions, so let's get to it! Let's go check out your new home with me, mkay?" He nodded, at a loss for words. Gently, she took him by the hand and lead him out the side doorway further into Imagine That, thanking the desk lady by name as she did. She returned a gentle fingers-only wave to Johnny as he left, and with his free hand he did the same. It almost felt like he was leaving his adult life behind in the process, and with each passing minute Johnny felt more and more like he was back to being a kid again. Eyes on the prize, Johnny - this is the easiest, no, the only way to get your inheritance. You can do this, just play by the rules. Julia drove a maroon minivan, and when she opened up the side door for him he noticed that there was a booster seat in place of a normal seat. When he hesitated, she looked at him at first with confusion, but then realized. "What's wrong, Johnny?" "Well..." he stammered, not wanting to make a mistake early on: first impressions were important. "I-I just, didn't know I'd be in a b...a b-baby seat, already." Julia looked quizzical. "It's a booster seat, not quite the same." She patted its soft seat as if to prove a point. "So, you think you're a big kid, then?" "Uh-huh!" he nodded up and down enthusiastically, not wanting to press her buttons. Keep it cool, keep it cutesy: show her, don't just tell her. I'm not like that girl at the admissions booth, but can't be too mature either. "I'm a big kid!" Julia beamed. "Okie! If you say so." She patted the seat again. "Alright, well even big kids can use a booster seat to be safe, you know. Let's just use it for now, and you can use a normal seat later, mkay?" Not wanting to press his luck any farther, Johnny acceded, clambering up into the van. He felt Julia's hand on his bum, politely pushing him up and towards the seat as if he needed assistance. "Up you go, mister," she cooed, and he plopped down on the seat. He was about to buckle himself in when he realized her hands were in the way and already doing it for him. He stopped, as much from surprise as submission, and watched as she buckled up the belt between his crotch and down his shoulders and chest. It was a three-point seatbelt, and his feeling of childishness increased. Still, it was only temporary, so he let it go. A few minutes later and they were carefully driving down the road, somewhat open country territory with a small town nearby. To the left, Johnny recognized what must have been a park, though it was too far away to see much detail. Some soft music played from the radio, and Johnny decided to ask his questions. "So, um, Julia-" "Oh, you can just call me 'Mommy', sweetie," Julia assured him from the driver's seat. "Okay, Mommy," he fumbled the words, then continued. "So, do we live with anyone else?" "Not yet," Julia admitted. "Right now, you're my only little one! But maybe one day you'll get a brother or sister to live with us, won't that be fun?" He thought about it, and the answer was no. That'd be embarrassing, especially if they were all babyish and whatever. What if Mommy made him change their diapers? Ew. "Yeah, that'd be kinda cool," he lied. "What about you, do you have any friends here?" "Yeah! My friend Debbie has a really nice pair of girls, maybe we can say hi to them at the park later? I'm sure they'd love to meet you." "Are they about my age?" "Hmm..." Julia seemed to think on this for a few seconds. "Well, Alice is the older sister, and she's almost potty-trained, so she'd be about your age, I think. The little sister, Lily, is about the same age but she's still having some trouble with the toilet, so she still has to wear diapers. But they'd both be fun to play with, they'd really like to meet you!" "Sure!" John blurted, still processing this information. They sound...young. But they're my age? "But, I'm a big kid, I'm potty trained." He felt weird saying such childish words, but his options were limited. Julia seemed like this held importance, so saying such things - no matter how repetitively - would surely yield results. "Okie," she said again. "But don't feel like you have to push yourself too hard, okay? Mommy will help make sure you're doing your best." She doesn't believe me? Johnny frowned. "You'll see!" He did his best to do a pouty, bratty voice. Make it believable, you're a kid again. "I don't need to wear stupid diapers like some of the kids around here..." This elicited a long series of giggles from Julia. "Okie, Johnny," she finally said with a knowing tone. Johnny couldn't figure it out, but it wouldn't be easy to convince his Mommy until he proved it. But, the only way to do that would be to just not pee his pants like that girl earlier. ...that should be pretty straightforward. Just use the bathroom like a normal kid would, tug her shirt and ask if you can go potty. Easy. He'd seen plenty of kids do it before all over, heck he kinda remembered those days. Wasn't a big deal, just do the same here until she was 'sure' he could do it on his own. Would be done by the time the week was out. They drove in silence for a few more minutes before reaching a suburb, and somewhat down the line they pulled into a normal-looking house. The garage door opened as they approached, and the minivan fit neatly inside. Once the door was shut and the vehicle had shut off, his mommy unbuckled and stepped out, opening the side door for him. He was tempted to try and remove his own belt, but remembered their earlier mix, so he just sat there and waited for her to come around, unbuckle his straps and help him step out and into the garage. It was somewhat plain, nothing major stored around, no smell of grease or oil anywhere. She simply lead him up the couple short stairs and into his new home: their home. Chapter 2 - At the Park for Potty Time The house was clean, almost immaculate. The carpets were fluffy, the white walls were pristine and a gentle bleeze blew sweetly through the house from ceiling fans suspended high above the living room. "Alrighty, so this is home!" Julia was enthralled at just about everything, it seemed: everything was exciting, made her happy, on and on it went, no matter what she did. She was...well, she was like a mommy, plain and simple. It began to occur to Johnny that she was doing it for his sake, but he tried not to bite the bait. Remember, this is just a placeholder for the year: you don't need to go all the way, just behave and be good in her eyes and this will be smooth. "Where's my room," he started. "-Mommy?" he quickly added. "Oh! Almost forgot," she started quickly to the other side of the living room. "Right in here!" It was a short hallway, on the right was a door that lead into his room. He felt his eyes widen in disbelief as he did. It was a nursery: it was that sickly, baby-pink he'd seen everywhere on the walls and wallpaper, though the walls themselves were white. There were a few teddy bears in one corner, a rocking horse oversized so that even he could fit on it, a dresser that had babyblock stickers and silly animals on the drawers and had other babyish paraphernalia atop it, complete with a few bottles, pacifiers, bibs, bonnets and a small stack of oversized diapers. The closet in the corner was partially ajar, and inside could be seen a rather hefty surplus of babyish clothes sized for what he assumed would be himself, and more and more stacks of diapers behind them, seemingly without limit. Truly, it was as if he'd set foot into hell itself. Keep it cool, he told himself, his mind racing. She does this all the time, I'm obviously not the first and I won't be the last, so she has to stock other things as well, right? Leftovers, for future people, whatever. Doesn't have to mean it's for me, just make sure you behave! "Um, Mommy," he struggled to keep a gentle, kid-like voice as he folded his hands behind his back sheepishly. "I-I don't need..." his lips failed him, unable to mention the dreaded rest of the sentence. Julia sat down on a baby stool, gentle patting his back. "Honey, I know you say you're potty trained, and that you're a big kid and all the rest, but mommy just wants to be absolutely certain, okay?" When he didn't reply, she continued. "What if you have an accident and ruin your undies? Right now I just want to make sure you can hold your pee like a big kid, and if you can do that I promise you we'll get you a bigger-kid bed and room to use. Fair?" It was the best he was going to get - new objective, don't pee pants. Easy enough. "Okay," he croaked, nodding enthusiastically, though his face felt numb. Julia smiled before hugging him. "Let's get you dressed, then." She laid out a changing mat and ordered him to lay on his back. He felt wrong, laying there so helpless as his Mommy took off his clothes, first starting with his jeans and then his t-shirt, followed by his socks and then his underwear. He lay there, buck naked, while he heard a crinkling sound from the closet as she brought over a diaper, white with purple sides and swirls on it. She knelt back down beside him, looking bright and cheery as always. She lifted his legs up after opening up the diaper, sliding it underneath his rear end as she set him back down on it. It was soft, and he felt a mixture of comfort and horror as she adjusted the back end of it to the right fit. Settling his legs down, she folded the diaper up and over his crotch, making sure his thing was pointed downwards and the diaper fit nice and snug. It felt somewhat crowded, but was still soft enough like wearing a blanket. He resisted the urge to cry as she snugged up his - the diaper against him as tight she could without making it uncomfortable, then secured it with one tape for the left and one for the right. "There!" she admired her own handiwork, gently patting the front. "All done." Reluctantly, he looked down at the poofy white ridiculousness staring back at him. It's not for long, just do what you've done since you were like three and you'll be fine, dude, he kept telling himself. It took a few tries, but he was starting to feel more confident about it. It's like a rite of initiation at a fraternity or something, that's all - something silly to make you doubt yourself, but all you gotta do is slog on through it and on the other side you'll be rockin' it! That's all this is, just her silly version of a rite. He let her help him up to his feet, hearing the diaper crinkle as he did, contort around him as he repositioned. She walked over to the closet again, and he observed his new padded prison - it wasn't quite as large as he'd expected, though he imagined it'd stick out under his clothes really hard. Then again, most of the 'kids' here probably had the same, so he doubted they'd laugh, especially after how Julia had described those other kids her one friend had. He patted it gently, and it quietly responded with more crinkles and scrunchy sounds. He would've laughed under other circumstances - under these, anything but. When he looked up, Julia was holding something that stopped him in his tracks: that's right...they didn't have me bring any of my own clothes. She held what he could only describe as a girl's onesie, a pink horror with yellow and purple shapes on its shoulders with a matching skirt to go with. "Isn't it cute?" Julia was excited beyond words, for sure. "I made sure it's the right size and everything, you're going to look just adorable in it! Here, let's make sure it fits." "But I-" he started, but she was already hiking his arms up and she dropped the onesie down atop him, pulling it down until it reached his shoulders and making sure his arms fit through the holes. He stood there, agape and holding his arms out to his sides as she pulled it down and snapped the front and back together around his crotch, reminding him that he was wearing diapers again as it pulled everything up tight to him. He could move just fine, but where before the diaper was slightly loose it now hugged him from the bottom up like its life depended on it. He felt his lip quiver as she lifted up his feet one at a time into the skirt, then rose it up much higher than he'd expect, until she zipped it up and adjusted it to his waist for good measure. Once he was sure she was done, she stared in glee at a wall mirror he hadn't even noticed. He nervously turned to it, appalled at what he saw. He began to realize that he really looked like a toddler at this point, some dress-up doll for an adult to gawk at as 'cute' for their own gain. Julia hugged him again contentedly. "Okay kiddo, what say we go hit the park up and meet some new friends? I know Debbie's girls would just love to meet you!" "W-what? Go out to the park, in this?" Johnny couldn't believe his ears, he couldn't go out like this! Closed-off area or not, this was embarrassing beyond description. I mean, everyone else was probably much like so, but...what other choice did he have? His mommy wanted to do it, so even if he protested she'd have every right to make it so. He couldn't find words beyond his stammering to keep going, but Julia seemed to pick up on his concern. "It's okay, Johnny - I know it's all very new and weird and wonderful, but Debbie's kids are really nice, and fun: you'll get along great. As for the clothes, well, you gotta prove to me you're a big kid, remember?" She pinched his cheek lightly as he nodded. "Show me you can hold your pee like a big kid. You can do that, I'll make sure we get you all the nice big kid clothes you'll ever need. Mkay?" She checked her watch. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal - if we get back this afternoon from the park and your diaper is still dry, I'll take you out first thing tomorrow shopping and we'll call you potty trained. Deal?" She threw around the word 'potty trained' like it was some great big deal: he hadn't pissed himself since he was a kid, it wasn't going to be some enormous challenge. Why did she keep talking about it like that? Was it just part of the 'game' going around here, like it was optional if he was into that ABDL thing he kept reading about? Was this his chance to 'choose' if he was into that kind of thing? He decided it didn't matter - all he needed was to stay in Julia's good graces, obey the rules and play nice. If he did that, he'd have an easy time here and could put it behind him later. After all, what was spending a day or even a week being dressed like a toddler compared to living years on end on Easy Street? A fair trade, in his mind.. He nodded slowly, agreeing to her terms. "You'll see...I'm a big kid." He said it without enthusiasm, and when he saw she looked less convinced than usual - were such a thing possible - he added some new energy to it. "I don't need diapers! I'll be dry when we get back, I promise." She smiled. "Alright, it's a deal! Now, let mommy get her stuff around and then we'll go to the park." She kissed him on the forehead and stood up, moving about with diligence whilst humming a tune of some kind. He kept a small eye on her, adoring her for how practiced she seemed. She was slightly taller than him, and though she was quite feminine in appearance she had a rather marked strength when she'd consoled him over the course of the day. And her figure...no, he tried not to look at her like that. That was something that could get him on a one-way ticket out of here, best not to think about it like so. It took several minutes, but she seemed to pack everything she needed up and out to the car - a small cooler with drinks and snacks, a collapsible but large stroller (something he hoped they wouldn't be using), and a large bag not unlike a purse, which she seemed to put baby supplies in. He assumed these would be for her friend, given one of the girls she cared for seemed to still be - he had to remind himself he was seriously saying these words to himself - still needed to wear diapers. He grew wary, watching Julia place several diapers from his own closet as well as a spare outfit into the diaper bag, but otherwise paid it little heed. He wouldn't need it, as he would soon prove. Once all the provisions were loaded, Julia lead him back to the minivan, seated him inside, buckled him in and handed him a juice box for the ride, along with some crackers. He munched and sipped contentedly along the way, even forgetting the attire and circumstances he wore for a short while. However, by the time the few-minute drive was up. Pulling into the parking lot, there were multiple other cars present, most either minivans or SUVs of some kind, but most of the people from them seemed to already be at the playground, or walking around the circumference on a paved path. Johnny determined rather quickly that, as he'd suspected, the overwhelming majority seemed to be a mommy/daddy and their 'little ones', most of whom further were wearing childish attire, being either guided by hand, carried or wheeled about in strollers. Julia needed a little bit extra to get things ready, so he sat in his booster seat for a bit longer this time, observing the people that passed on the nearby trail. That 'kid' looked like a kindergartner, that one was babied up, that one looked almost normal aside from a puffy hip area that belied their true undergarments...finally, Julia's voice brought him back to reality as she undid his buckles. To his dismay, she had indeed fetched the stroller, and once freed of the seat she helped lift him onto it, buckling up his legs into it. He leaned back, not having much choice, and smelled the faint sickly aroma of talcum powder. It occurred to him that the diaper bag must have been right below him, and he wrinkled his nose at the thought. As she wheeled him towards the playground and the other 'mommies' nearby, he looked about for a restroom, just in case...there, there was on nearby, and a couple portapotties as well. Jackpot - I'm safe. Once they approached a bench adjacent the sandy playground, another woman slightly older than Julia - but similarly gorgeous - waved them over. "Hi Julia! Ohhhh, is this Johnny?" "MmHm!" Julia brought them to a stop and went over to hug Debbie. "He's still getting used to things, so I thought it'd help to say hi to the girls." "Oh! They'll be thrilled," Debbie waved over to a pair of girls roughly Johnny's age, one sporting a short skirt that barely draped down her thighs, the other wearing clothing not-dissimilar to his own. "Girls! Auntie Julia's here with her new little one!" The girls gave up their sandcastle and came over shyly, as Debbie introduced them. "Alice is my eldest, she's been a really big girl lately and is doing a really good job of helping her little sister, Lily! She's trying really hard to potty train like her big sister, but she'll get it soon." Debbie was enthralled with her own 'daughters', and as Julia helped him out of the stroller, he couldn't help but feel at ease. They're in the same predicament I am, nothing to be embarrassed about. Once free and on his own two feet, he waved sheepishly. "I'm Johnny," he replied quietly. "Nice to meet you." "Nice to meetchu," Lily cooed, almost babylike in voice. Johnny just smiled, pretending not to notice." "Nice to meet you too," Alice grinned. "Let's go play!" With that, she took him by the hand and lead him over to the sandbox, with Lily close behind. They mainly just enjoyed some time together, making up whatever silly things they'd do as 'young' kids again, making sandcastles and destroying them, playing tag, going up and down the slides, clambering all over the jungle gym, monkey bars, you name it. Johnny would never have admitted it, but he was really having a great time. Shortway through, he was starting to get a bit hot, but mommy Julia, in her infinite perception, noticed and brought over a nice and cold juice box. While sipping on it, she'd also tied up a baby bonnet over his head, but for what little shade it offered he couldn't really argue. To his chagrin, Julia also decide to give him a diaper check at that time, scuffing at his thighs and feeling around his behind: he assumed the reason for his skirt being run so short was to make this easier. Satisfied that he was still dry and having thoroughly embarrassed him, she gave him a soft pat to go for it. After that, it was back to playing, and before he knew it he'd completely lost track of time. As they sat up in the playground, under a shaded area by the top of the slide, just sitting around and giggling and joking around, Johnny finally asked something that'd been on his mind. "So...how long have you been here? Like, with De- your mommy, I mean?" Alice scratched her head. "A couple months. It's been really fun, mommy's really nice. She doesn't push us too hard, let's us do our own thing." She shrugged. "Pretty easy, honestly." Johnny nodded, looking at Lily close by. "So...she still wears...diapers?" Alice looked at him quizzically. "Lily? Yeah, for now. Like I said, mommy doesn't really push us too hard, so we're allowed to do potty training at our own pace. Lily still doesn't quite have a handle on it, so she still pads up most of the time. Why?" Now it was Johnny's turn to look quizzical. "It's just...I don't know, thought it was a little odd, that's all. L-like not in a bad way! Just, caught me off guard. I-I mean, you're-" he hesitated. It took a moment, but Alica looked a tad devilish. "I mean, you're still wearing diapers, aren't you?" "That's just because Jul- I mean, because mommy wants to make sure." "Make sure of what, hmm?" "...make sure that I'm potty trained. Which I am, I don't need to wear diapers, it's just so she knows for sure. Come tomorrow, I'll be nice and up and back to normal, you'll see!" Alica snorted. "Yeah okay." "What?" "Nothing, just I've met a lot of kids who say that kind of thing: most of them aren't telling the truth." She brushed the sand off of her hands for a moment. "Potty training's hard, Johnny: don't be so quick to make fun of it." Potty training...hard? Was this a joke? "So, how'd you do it?" "It's hard. Still working on it." For the first time, she lifted up her miniskirt just enough so Johnny could see, and he realized that she was wearing some kind of diaper that looked like underwear. It was padded, but significantly thinner and smaller. Come to think of it, Julia had mentioned something about pull-ups, didn't she? "But it has its benefits: I can wear big-kid clothes now, and I'm forgiven if I have an accident or two in a day, so long as I don't leak." She smiled, not in the gentle way Julia had, but in a sardonic way, as if challenging him. "I'm curious whether or not you're as big as you say." Johnny tried to put on a brave face: something about her words unsettled him. "I'm a big kid and I don't need stupid diapers: you'll see. When I go home today I'll be high and dry, and you'll still be in your training pants." Alice snorted again. "If you say so, Tinkle Trousers." Johnny was about to retort, but Lily joined in on the conversation at this point: "Johnny hafta wear diapers too?" Johnny was about to retort, but thought better of it. Lily was asking a harmless question, if he made her cry or something he'd be in for it. "No, but mommy's making me do it for now just to be safe. Johnny's a big boy, he can wear underwear." "Under-where?" Lily asked. "He means undies," Alice clarified, like this was some revelation. "Johnny says he's potty trained, that he can just wear undies. He's full of it." "Am not!" "Am too." Lily nodded. "Johnny's potty trained? Wowwwww, that's really cool! I wanna be like Johnny some day." This stopped any further bickering between Alice and Johnny, and with a pointed look of derision the two once more began a three-way game of tag. Some time later, while halfway up the stairs, Johnny paused. All the juice and water he'd drunk over the course of his playtime was starting to catch up, and he felt a small need to pee beginning to grow. "...hm? What's up?" Alice asked. After a few seconds, she began to figure it out. "Oh? Does someone need to go pee-pee?" "Ngh," Johnny grunted. "I'm okay, just gonna need to go soon." "Hope it's not too soon, got a ways in the day left, 'big boy' - you wouldn't want to pee your pants in front of Lily, would you?" "I'll be fine." He turned around and walked back to where the adults sat, Julia and Debbie having been joined by another female friend. He stood nearby, but before he could say anything hesitated - he didn't want to interrupt, but they wouldn't stop talking. Finally, he gently tugged at Julia's shirt, and she looked over immediately. "Hi honey, what's up?" Johnny suddenly felt very babyish in from of the three women, remembering what he was wearing. One hand gently played with the hem of his skirt. "I, uhm...I gotta go potty..." he whispered. "Hm?" She asked, having not quite heard him, or at least he assumed. Internally groaning, he spoke up a bit louder. "I gotta go potty." "Gotta go potty?" She looked at her watch again. "Sweetie, I thought you said you were a big kid, that you could hold it?" "I can-" "Well, you gotta hold it awhile longer, remember? You gotta show you're potty trained, gotta hold your pee like a big boy." Then need to go grew exponentially every time she said something childish and demeaning. Both his hands were now fiddling with his skirt. "But I gotta go!" he protested, his voice becoming more childish. Debbie had to put a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing, but Julia frowned. "I know, but you're never gonna be a big kid if you can't hold it. Besides, you told mommy you didn't need diapers, remember?" The bathroom was literally a stone's throw away. Couldn't she just take him there and go? "Uh-huh, bu-" he started, but she cut him off again. "So, little mister, if you want to be a big kid you need to act like a big kid." She poked him gently in his bellybutton, as if to drive a 'stern' point. "So keep that diaper dry if you wanna say you're potty trained and don't need diapers. Got it?" He was speechless. Seriously? Potty training means I gotta hold it for, what, until you say? Is there a timer? A limit? What gives? Seeing no way out, he nodded a couple times. "Good," her voice softened. "Now, run along and play with your friends, okay?" She kissed him on the forehead again, and he dejectedly walked back to the playground. Nearby, a girl was sobbing incoherently as her daddy changed her diaper on the edge of the playground, while what he could only assume was her brother stood nearby. Alice smirked as he walked by. "Better not pee your pants, big baby," she whispered. He ignored the remark - he was close to winning his bet with mommy, he just had to keep going. More playing, more running around, and Johnny was stuck with an eternal reminder that he needed to pee. Had it been a 'normal' day, he would've gone easily an hour ago, or so he reckoned. Now, he had no idea of when he'd be allowed to. Every so often, Alice would pat him on the butt and giggle and taunt him about a 'diaper check', and no amount of insisting he was try would alleviate this. He squirmed from time to time, but he still bravely held on. At one point, Lily had peed in her diaper during a particularly lively game of tag, and had had to go back to Debbie for a change. Johnny had watched it from afar, wondering if that was to be his fate. And yet, Lily seemed like it was the most normal thing in the world - she was shorter than most, and while she could 'pass' for a baby compared to the others, the fact she so willingly pissed herself and went to an adult to be changed was...hard to wrap his head around. When they'd come back, Alice had whispered in his ear, "Before you leave, your mommy's gonna have to change your diaper, pottypants." They'd continued playing, and once or twice Julia had called him over for an official diaper check, and every time he'd been dry. The other women she sat with had marveled at this, and congratulated him with words and applause when he'd been dry, each and every time. Not in a mocking way - truthfully, they were impressed. This gave him a feeling of hope, one that rapidly decayed once he tried to play further with the girls and the feeling of I need to pee returned, stronger every time. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He stood in the middle of building a sandcastle, both hands on his crotch and jumbling from side to side. "Gotta go?" Lily asked innocently. She really had no concept of having to hold, apparently. "I can hold it..." Johnny mumbled, straining. He was dimly aware of Alice smirking to herself, but otherwise ignoring him. "I'll be right back," he huffed, then danced his way over to his mommy. Once more, she talked quite fervently with her friends, and he stood to the side trying his best quite literally and figuratively to hold it in. "Mommy I really gotta go potty now!" he blurted, all shame of kidtalk out the window. She looked over at him. "Johnny, if you can't hold it like a big kid, then you're gonna have to go potty in your diaper." She said it so matter of factly Johnny could scarcely believe it. "Big kids can hold their pee. You said you can, so you need to do it. If you can't, that's okay, but then let's be honest that you aren't potty trained, okay? Then we can work on it from there." He continued squeezing, trying not to lose. He was starting to feel tears coming on from the exertion. "I dun need diapers-" he stammered, trying to keep it alive. If he could say it, surely it would remain true. Nearby, their friend started cooing. "Aww, look how cute he is, trying to hold it. He's trying really hard, Julia, but I don't think he's gonna make it. Look at him, he's potty dancing!" Julia pursed her lips. "Big boys shouldn't have to potty dance." She placed her hands on Johnny's shoulders, gentle yet firm. "I don't think you're one, Johnny. It's okay, but don't be dishonest with mommy or yourself. If you can't hold it, then it's okay to go peepee in your diaper." She talked to him like he was literally a toddler, nay, less than that...she always did, the other adults did, they literally acted like he was a child, or even a baby. It began to dawn on him that he was going to face an uphill battle through this place, much like a real child does in the real world. They weren't going to take it easy on him, he was going to have to fight really hard for it. Taking a deep breath, he forced his legs to stop quivering, slowly took his hands away from his crotch and gripped the hem of his skirt. He felt his feet fidget a little bit here and there, but otherwise stood his ground. Julia nodded, placing a hand around the edge of his diaper to check it for wetness: satisfied, she nodded again, reaching into her purse nearby. "I'll hold it like a big boy, Mommy, I'll be dry. I can-" he felt something enter his mouth as her hand moved with practiced swiftness. "I'm sure you will, honey." She smiled gently, then went back to conversing with her friends. It took several moments to realize she'd slipped a pacifier in his mouth. He wanted to spit it out, but something internally just sucked on it, trying to distract himself from the fact that he was not in fact capable of holding it for much longer. It hurt, and he had to struggle very had to stay dry. Tears continued to well up in his eyes. He shifted from foot to foot a bit more vigorously now, starting to revert back to his 'potty dancing' again. Johnny was dimly aware of Alice and Lily now watching him from afar, probably gloating about his imminent defeat...no! No, he couldn't lose to the likes of them: Alice could at least get away with wearing pull-ups, she had to have surmounted this challenge before then, right? He had to win. So he had to pull out all the stops. He started pottydancing again, trying to push the shame past him. Some of the adults that milled about stopped to look at him and smile to themselves, probably assuming he was at his limit. The pressure increased, and he started shaking and trembling nigh uncontrollably as he did. He made little whimpering noises from behind his pacifier as he sucked like mad, the pain getting heavier and heavier as he felt like a massive weight had been set on his bladder. After what seemed like minutes of this, the pain finally crested and he felt a little leak. His eyes went wide with surprise as he realized he couldn't hold it anymore, and with a final, pathetic whimper forever muffled by the rubber pacifier in his mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut and subconsciously squatted down a couple inches, hearing a gushing noise like high-pressure water from a hose running down a gutter. As he heard this, he began to feel warmth flow through his diaper, pooling about between his legs and under his butt, slowly crawling up his backside as he unconsciously pushed harder, peeing forcefully into his diaper as tears started to roll down his eyes: he wanted to stop, but try as he might be couldn't, and he felt the warm-then-wet padding begin to sag around him. Finally, it began to subside, and he stood here, slowly standing back up and realizing what he'd done. He glanced up at mommy Julia, and after a few seconds she turned back to look at him. "Everything okay, Sunshine?" she asked, before a knowing look crossed her face and she reached a hand out to feel by his crotch. Feeling it squish, she scratched a few fingers near the cuff until it felt inside. "Uh-oh," she cooed, standing up and turning him around, lifting the back of his skirt and feeling his backside. "What happened, Johnny? Did you go potty in your diaper?" Hearing the words further flushed his face with heat and shame. Careful not to spit out the pacifier, his one source of distraction and comfort, he mumbled her words back to her: "I wen potty in muh diaper..." Debbie giggled at this. "Oh my goodness, Julia he is just the cuteset!" Julia playfully swatted him on his padded butt, just enough to feel it but not enough to hurt. "Okay, pottypants, off you go." Johnny was puzzled, turning around as she pulled the pacifier from his mouth. "...it's not that wet, don't be such a crybaby. Go play with your friends, okay?" He felt like it was a big deal, and wanted to protest but the shame of admitting that he'd pissed in a diaper in front of her was too much. Nodding and wiping his eyes, he walked back towards his friends, waddling a bit more than usual with the extra bulk between his legs. Every step squelched the soggy padding, and he was eternally aware of his predicament. Lily seemed unconcerned with events, and continued fooling around with her sand castle, but Alice was smirking in that sardonic way of hers. "Some big kid you're turning out to be." Chapter 3 - The Rabbit Hole Deepens Johnny did his best to forget about his wet diaper, trying harder and harder to focus on things, but he couldn't really get it out of his mind. He didn't want to be treated like a baby, but Alice had changed her tune and assured him that one accident wasn't going to doom him to a year of babying. In fact, it was pretty normal for kids to pee their pants: like she said, potty training was hard. That being said, a few facets of wisdom passed on from her, now that he'd learned 'the hard way' that he wasn't playing a game, and that he understood the situation. Imagine That was basically a giant playground: the adults (affectionately called mommies and daddies) had basically supreme authority over the little ones (people like himself and Alice). They weren't unfair, typically, but they had a very parent-child relationship, by design: the adults would indeed care for their little ones, but little ones conversely had to obey their rules, which generally involved trying to 'grow up' slowly and surely. Supposedly, should one manage to grow up all the way, they could become an adult and carry on as one if they so chose. Johnny wasn't sure if that's what he wanted, but for the time being it gave him a goal to work towards. In Imagine That, 'potty training' did have a definitive structure, though all parents were allowed to teach it in different ways. At its core, there was usually a 'trial' phase where the parent would test a little one to see how adept they were at not peeing their pants: according to Alice, Johnny had done very well - some adults used this training to guestimate where their little one was, while others used it to demonstrate why a little one needed to be in a specific place. Most went with this metric, and given the unpreparedness it was no surprise that Johnny had failed thus far. That was by design, but he needed to step up his game from here - everything after this was playing for real. His mommy, Julia, was well known for being gentle and kind, and was very protective of her little ones - however, she also had very, very high standards, and her potty training was difficult. Conversely, Debbie's wasn't very structured, so while easy it was also difficult to progress, as the lines were hard to see for what to pass and what not to. According to her, Lily was content at the stage she was in, and probably wouldn't get much farther. Alice, however, wanted to become an mommy here herself, so she was planning on going all the way. She was making good progress, but admitted that it was extremely tough, and that she'd been hard on Johnny to get him used to it: he needed to shake off whatever past conceptions he had and focus on what he was inside Imagine That. Additionally, there was also a 'roulette' that would take place and change the rules of potty training from time to time: these were kept hidden from little ones, but it never varied too awful much. Changes were minor, such as the timeframe between accidents, how many could be allowed, what the punishments were recommended to be, and so on. Not all adults adhered to this, but certain numbers had been figured out and passed on from little one to little one. A given day had at least two 'potty times' (or changing times, in certain cases) available minimum, usually one after waking up and one before bed (usually reserved for a little one relegated to diapers), though most ran an even number between four and twelve hours between these. Some mommies, like Julia, tended to use events as metrics instead, but it wasn't a guarantee. As for punishments, depending on what a little one wore, they could have a certain number of accidents. With undies (underwear as a term wasn't used, Johnny soon found out) any accident was considered a failure, pull-ups or padded panties typically allowed for one or even two accidents if the wearer was on good behavior (no leaking was allowed), and diapers were typically considered a success if there was no leaking. If you leaked consistently while in diapers, you went down to 'baby' status, and had basically all rights completely restricted for a time. Currently, Johnny was probably going to exist in the 'toddler' phase, where he'd have to wear diapers, but continuous good behavior and staying dry for long enough would elevate him up to pull-ups, like Alice. As they talked, Johnny felt a growing urge to go number two, but tried to keep it out of his mind while Alice talked, on and on. It took quite some time, but it began to really nag at his mind, so he was happy when she finally ended that day's lesson and they went back to playing. She went down the slide first, but as he approached he decided he'd had enough desperation, squatting down on his haunches. He grunted, pushing hard as he squeezed his eyes shut. He felt a warm mess slowly push into his diaper as it sagged. When he was finally done, he stood up and felt it lump under his backside. His cheeks flushed as he suddenly realized that he'd messed his pants for the first time in countless years. No...I didn't poop my pants. I pooped my diaper. It was hard to admit, but he decided to embrace the strange world he now lived in. Alice had returned up by this point. "Why didn't you go down yet?" she asked. Not receiving a response, she walked up and tapped him on the shoulder, audibly sniffing once or twice before a mischievous grin crept up on her face. "Oh, that's why." She grabbed him by the hand, half-leading half-dragging him back the way they came. "Come on, stinky, let's get you changed." They passed Lily on her way up by this point, and Johnny felt a bit more shame, realizing that he was really no different from her at this point. If anything, she was doing better, as she hadn't messed herself yet. Here he was, on a playground, being lead by a girl probably younger than him towards his mommy because he'd pissed and shit his diaper. It was hard to conceive of, and yet here he was. His free hand grabbed his skirt again, trying to pull it down lower to hide his shame, but no amount of it felt right. "Miss Juliaaaa~" she sang out for all to hear. "Johnny made a stinky in his diaper!" Julia stood up and inspected his diaper, feeling around as if she had to make sure for some reason. "Thank you, Alice, you're such a big girl!" Julia slowly lead Johnny over to the stroller, pulling out the diaper bag and laying a changing mat down for him. "Alright, pottypants, lay down here so mommy can change your diaper." Alice's prophecy had come true: before you leave, your mommy's gonna have to change your diaper. Tears in his eyes once again, Julia placed his pacifier back in his mouth, which he gladly accepted - anything to distract him from this. He heard her unbutton his onesie and pull it up a bit, making room for his diaper. She undid the tapes one at a time, then unfolded it. The woman was an expert, Johnny had to admit that: she was unfazed, unconcerned, if anything she was enjoying herself. Taking a few wipes, she pulled the diaper out from under him a bit and wiped away, soft and gentle and cold. Pulling a new diaper out from the bag similar to the one he'd been wearing just recently, she slid it under his bottom before wrapping up the used diaper and setting it side. She pulled out the bottle of powder and liberally applied it before folding the diaper up on him, taping it snug as could be and snapping shut his onesie, pulling the skirt back down and voila, you couldn't even tell he'd gone. "There we go," she sighed, satisfied with her work. She took the used diaper, still reeking of his potty time and dumped it in a nearby trash can. "Much better." About this time, Debbie seemed to think that a walk would do them some good, so she loaded up Lily into her stroller while Julia did the same for Johnny, buckling him in. She tied his pacifier to a nearby strap in case it fell out of his mouth, and gave him a baby bottle with milk to drink. Given how hot the day had gotten, Johnny obliged, accepting the rubber nipple as delicious, sweet, cold milk flowed through. His stroller was pushed adjacent to Lily's as Alice, being the big girl she was, walked with the adults. It wasn't a long path, maybe only a mile or so in circumference, but they took a leisurely pace, oftentimes passing other strollers or little ones walking about with their respective mommies and, in some rare cases, daddies. While approaching the end of his bottle, Johnny felt the urge to pee suddenly sneak up on him. Presuming it was leftover from his previous accident, he decided 'screw it' and simply resigned himself to his fate. Strangely, now that he wanted to go, he couldn't seem to. It took a good deal of pushing and concentrating, finally forcing himself to spurt a few times before just taking a deep breath and simultaneously relaxing yet pushing. The trickle of warm pee returned, and he felt it soaking into his diaper. It was a different feeling, peeing while sitting down. If anything it should've felt more normal, but this time the warmth crept up his crotch and up the front of his diaper, due to positioning. It was quite a few seconds later he realized he was still peeing. Flustered, he resolved to let as much out as possible so it wouldn't happen again later. He was dimly aware of Lily nearby making some short exhalations like through her teeth. A few moments later, he began to smell what she was making a fuss about. "Mommy, Lily went poopoo," Alice held her nose as she skipped along. Always willing to get on the good side of the adults: lil' brat. "It's okay, dear," Debbie replied as they kept strolling. "I'll change her once we get back to the playground." Alice nodded, looking past Lily and noticing Johnny. Her eyes bugged out for a moment before settling into a grin. She used both hands to pat her crotch, then dropped behind out of sight. Johnny wasn't sure what this meant until a cold breeze was felt around his crotch and thighs. Looking down, he realized with horror that he'd leaked through his diaper and his onesie and skirt were now damp! As he shifted about in his stroller, he felt a bit of cold pee soak into his onesie from below, and realized he'd must have gone more than anticipated. He tried to think of something, how could he hide it? What could he do? He hoped he had milk to spill, but it was gone and he'd sealed it tight. He couldn't ask for juice, she'd see, but if he did nothing...no, there was nothing to do: Alice had seen what he'd done, she'd tattle on him in a heartbeat. Resigned to his fate, he set the empty bottle in its holder and felt his lip quiver. After an eternity, they'd finally returned, with Debbie stopping to pick up Lily like a baby on her hip, fiddling with her nose and cooing a bit while Julia came around the side of the stroller. She went to undo his crotch-straps belt buckling him in, but stopped when her hand came in contact with a cold dampness. "...Johnny, what happened?" "I was dri-" he hiccupped, feeling tears start to pour down his face uncontrollably as he began to sob, his words becoming a jumbled mess. "An I had to pee and I couldn't ho-oh-old it mommy I peed-" she slowly fit the pacifier into his mouth, stopping his attempt at justifying what he couldn't. "Goodness, it's okay honey: here, let's get you changed. She pulled him up and held him aloft in her chest, a marvel to her strength. She held him under his calves, his butt rested on her hands as she gently rocked him. He buried his face into her shoulder, drying his tears and hugging her tight against his continued shame. The sound of giggling caused him to look up, seeing Alice one her back rolling around with laughter at him. He noticed a damp spot on her pull-ups, and realized that she'd quite literally pissed herself laughing. Returning to nuzzle his face into his mommy's shoulder, he waited for his sobbing to subside. Then it was back to the changing mat for him, again. She undid his onesie again, but this time removed his skirt and then the onesie itself, stating she'd need a change of clothes. Retrieving an outfit that was somehow worse from the diaper bag, consisting of a low-cut t-shirt and a tinier skirt, she dried him off and start working on removing his pissy diaper, folding it over and wiping him off in much the same manner as before, applying powder and settling a new diaper to him. However, this time she pulled out what looks like a large pad and started setting it into the diaper. "Here, this will help make sure you don't leak again." "Hahahahaha," Alice giggle, wiping tears of joy from her eyes. "You literally can't even take normal diapers like Lily! Hahahahhahaha," she sat up taking a deep breath. "Those diapers are thicker and you need pads for them!" Debbie shot her a frown, and she backed off right away. Julia continued unabated, pulling the diaper around and taping it shut over Johnny. He could tell right away, this diaper was indeed much bigger and thicker, and the pad made it even more so. He had a much harder time closing his legs, feeling like he had a cardboard cutout keeping his legs spread. She set the t-shirt over his head and then helped hike up the skirt once he was standing. He didn't think it could be any more embarrassing, and yet this was somehow more revealing. He couldn't think of why until it suddenly clicked that it was easier to diaper check him now, with the bottom of his diaper sticking out from under the skirt so anyone at any time could see if it was wet or messy. There was literally no hiding it, even if he stood straight up and it extended as far as possible: if he bent over or sat down it'd show for all the world. In this state, any passerby could now call him out. Julia picked up the pieces of the traumatizing experience and went to go throw away the used diaper. Alice sidled up to him in the process. "Word to the wise - if you pee too fast, you'll leak. Gotta go slow, or make sure it gets to all the spaces." "Yeah, got it..." he mumbled. She frowned. "Ya gotta learn the hard way or you're never learn, Tinkle Trousers." She shrugged. "You're not some special new kid, you gotta earn your way up the ladder same as rest of us." Alice did pat him on the shoulder gently, an olive branch of reconciliation. "I'll see ya around, new kid." Giggling, she skipped off towards Debbie, whom was busied with attending to Lily's own diaper. Once Julia returned, she hugged Johnny. "Ready to go home, kiddo?" He nodded solemnly. "Alright, up you go." She helped him back into the stroller and strapped him in, willingly accepting his pacifier by this point as Lily waved, still on her back mid-change. Alice waved as well, sheepish but plotting. It was rather uneventful, otherwise: once back to the minivan, he was loaded into his booster seat, the diaper bag set nearby, the stroller folded up and they were on their way. When they arrived home, he hadn't been in the best of spirits. Julia had whipped up some chicken nuggets he'd crunched on, and she'd eaten some canned soup. The TV was on in the background, some kiddie cartoon he'd never heard of, but his mind was locked on his predicament. Potty training...little ones...it was a lot to take in for one day. He still felt the pad and diaper combination beneath him, reminding him every time he moved with its feel or a crinkling sound. It'd worn down a bit so he could walk more normally, but he still had to waddle around when moving. Julia had him play around with things, a rocking horse, blocks, babyish things that were of little interest to him. He asked some questions about potty training where appropriate, and learned some new things about his current situation: given the fact that he'd held out for as long as he did, he got plus marks on that front, but he'd also had a messing accident and then leaked afterwards. It basically canceled itself out and then lowered him some, and lent credence to the current notion that he was not potty trained, and currently still needed to wear diapers at his current state. She would keep him at this point until he showed sufficient ability to 'hold his pee like a big kid', and would be more-or-less at a 'toddler' point: he would be treated with some privileges, but would wear babyish clothes, move about in a stroller, a baby seat in the car, he'd be limited to diapers, and so on and so forth. If he was able to do sufficiently well, he could back up to diapers without pads, like he'd started with that day, then to lighter diapers and then to pull-ups. Once there, he'd have to avoid having leaks and then he'd be a big kid. After being a big kid successfully, he could become a daddy, and then he'd be basically free from there until his paid session was up next year. But it was a long journey: first things first, he needed to get things in order here. Julia was so far pleased as punch with having him, and he couldn't find it in himself to be upset with how his first day in Imagine That had gone. Well, aside from the obvious, but if that was just to show him the cost of failure, then he could succeed. As he drifted off to sleep in his crib, in his nursery, in his footed-onesie pajamas, the feeling of a soft, dry diaper hugging his butt, the soft embrace of a plastic pacifier in his mouth, Johnny was content.
  3. I wanted to try writing a story based off an original concept I had, so, here goes. Word of warning: No omorashi scenes yet, but I'd appreciate opinions and feedback on the concept. Or what you'd like to see if you're interested! ------ The dappled morning light pouring through the forest canopy lit the pages of the open book in a young adventurer's lap as she sat on a mossy ole log, examining the illustrations. Her name was Colette Marience, and she was mildly experienced, having been in a few fights in his lifetime, and was handy with a couple types of weapons and equipment, but was about to make a somewhat dangerous trek through Sprite Glade, an area of forest inhabited by the sprites that give it its name. Sprites are odd creatures, taking the physical forms of young girls and standing at only around 2-3 feet tall, but with magical powers and a mischievous nature, loving to lead adventurers astray, they're a force to be reckoned with, and so a good bit of research beforehand is key to survival, which is exactly why said adventurer had her face stuffed in a guidebook. Her approach to travel was to always come prepared, which was why she was wearing a belt full of potions, a bag with handbooks and at least three different kinds of knives, her pack full of food. Fire Sprites, she read, next to the accompanying sketch of a childlike being with a large puff of flaming-orange hair, were fire-wielding arsonists that enjoyed burning people and their surroundings, though were easily defeated with a bit of water magic. Light Sprites, with their distinctive white clothing and hair liked to blind adventurers with flashes of bright light, and were wise to avoid. But one particular type of sprite was regarded as the most dangerous of the Glade, and the type that should be avoided at all costs, unless you happened to be an utter fool. Heart Sprites, despite their deceptively innocent sounding names, were a nightmare if encountered. With a nasty attitude and mischievous ways, they were a pain to be around. But with their ability to bind themselves to a human with a single touch of the chest, so that their hearts beat as one, they can never be brought apart, and they die as one, chances are, you'd end up spending your entire life with the brat as she exploited you and milked you for your food and money. Finished reading and assured she knew the fauna of the Glade well enough, Colette closed the book, packed it away, and stood up. Knee-length green and gold robes fell down over leather-and-chain breeches, and judging by her chainmail gloves, the robes were covering similar armor over her torso. The mix of cloth and tough armor marked her as the sort of person who'd fight with both physical means and magical prowess. Red hair fell down just past her shoulders, and her gold eyes reflected the light. Her entire person seemed to rattle as the heavy-laden explorer set off towards the woods. --- The afternoon sun might have been shining down on her, if it weren't for the cast of clouds obscuring the sky and turning it a dull grey. Rain would announce itself shortly, and Colette didn't feel like getting caught out in it, so she was already working on pitching her tent again. She had made good progress today, and the local fairies and sprites didn't bother her nearly as much as she was preparing for. Since it looked like it might rain for a while, and she didn't like to travel by night, she decided now would be as good a time as any for a rest, since she'd been walking nonstop for days with few breaks. Her ultimate goal was Seagate, a large, prosperous port town where she could do business, but she wasn't in any particular hurry, so didn't mind removing all the bulk and relaxing in the warmth of her tent until tomorrow. A bit later, she had a darkness fire going outside. Lighting a campfire - a beacon in the middle of the forest - was the epitome of bad ideas, especially when she was unarmed and only had on a tunic, trousers and boots. But thanks to her fire magic, the purple flames cooking her food cast very little light. At first, even with the special fire, she had felt naked without her armor, but it was uncomfortable and she had eventually gotten used to the fact that nothing would bother her. ...Which is why Colette's eyes went wide when she heard a branch snap just a tiny bit behind her. The adventurer turned her head, and saw something running in the shadows. An animal? Hopefully, it was an animal. Still, she extinguished her flame - the food was done, anyway - and watched in silence. Seconds passed, then half a minute, and it seemed like whatever had just passed was gone. The girl brought up a glow of flame in her hand to light up the surrounding area, but jumped backwards when she saw what was standing before her. With a grey dress, grey eyes and a heart-shaped head - hair bunched up on either side with the parting in the middle, and a dainty, pointed little chin, there was no doubting that the thing before her was an unbound Heart Sprite. Colette shrieked and stumbled backwards, and the sprite giggled in delight and gave chase. She was helpless, it was so close, all it had to do was touch her, and the thing's clothes, eyes, hair would all become a vibrant red as it became bound to her heart for life, sealing her fate for life, and a truly lousy fate at that. The mischievous girl reached up a hand towards Colette's torso, the palm glowing. However, her efforts were dashed when the sprite received the adventurer's boot to her face, knocking her back into the dirt. Colette hurriedly shuffled backwards, but trees blocked her way, and the sprite was getting up again, and only looked annoyed now, wiping away a nosebleed. What happened in the next few seconds, the girl wasn't entirely sure. She had rushed off in a different direction, but the sprite had cut her off somehow. It had made a wild leap for her, hand outstretched towards her chest. She had managed to move backwards, but had felt the thing's hand hit her somewhere lower, and the two both went tumbling to the ground. Dazed, Colette looked up at her adversary, but the sprite didn't seem too keen on fighting anymore. The little thing looked on in horror at her body as the grey dress she was wearing took on a yellow-orange hue, and her hair and eyes filled in with the same amber hue. Colette gasped. The sudden color - that must mean that the Heart Sprite had managed to touch her, that they were bound. "You-" she tried to say, but was too horrified to talk. "You and I, we're... our hearts are linked, aren't they? They're one?" she finally managed. The sprite looked on at the girl she'd have to share the rest of her life with. Her eyes were full of rage, but also fear. "No! No, you fool! You idiot! Our hearts aren't linked, our-" she cut off, looking at her clothes, then at Colette, and then at her abdomen, before finally blurting out in half-anger, half-shame, "Our-our bladders are. I missed."
  4. I wasn't sure what to title this, what I mean by omorashi bait is stories or characters that have elements that may attract someone who's into omorashi. For example, in Fire Emblem: Three Houses there's a game mechanic to have tea with characters. For obvious reasons this has led to lots of omorashi fanfiction taking place during tea time. There is also a character who has two belts, perfect candidate for the struggling to get clothes off while desperate trope, and I've actually written a story with that scene. Have you noticed anything like this in media? I'd be interested to know about different instances of this.
  5. The First Diaper Enthusiast Part 1 Another warm cloudy day reigns high above the vast woodlands of Mechakucha, a bountiful country worth thousands of years of resources and natural beauty, packed with ancient forests and hills split apart by powerful rivers sourced from the northern mountains; Speckled across the land were the signs of civilization, cities and townships of various sizes and histories connected by miles of highways. At the eastern coastline facing the old Nure Ocean sat an old town simply named: Hama Bay. Built 100 years ago, this small coastal town was just another spot on the map for travelers, who used the unremarkable town as a crossroads between nearby highways snaking north and south. However after enduring financial struggle, Hama Bay recovered ten fold, growing its influence into a new decade. The humble townsfolk can hear the results of their new found prosperity nearby as they go about with their usual day, with the distant rumbling of construction subtly joined the chorus of traffic and endless voices of people. Once a simple town of homes, stores, fishing docks, and a mere old factory; Now Hama Bay is surrounded by construction zones building bigger newer homes and businesses, attracting residents and entrepreneurs eager to live and work in the growing community. The Mayor had even recently green-lit the construction of a massive shore side park for the townsfolk to enjoy for the years to come. Now this kind of expansion doesn't come from nowhere. For Hama Bay, there were two reasons behind its growth, and one of them sat further inland in the hills. Overlooking the town and the surrounding woodland landscape stood a large factory, almost as old as the town, yet owned by a young company and operated by the residents of Hama Bay. But this wasn’t just a normal factory, not anymore that is. This complex was chosen to be the first to manufacture and distribute a new product that had quickly become globally popular in recent years: the diaper. For the first time in history, people have a reliable and affordable alternative to underwear, especially when it comes to using the bathroom. Using underwear and other cloth like garments came with quite a handful of obvious downsides like the tedious and unpleasant cleanup of waste from fabric as the main example. Not so with diapers; No unappealing clean up, no overflowing spillage possible, and ideal for many walks of life, from young children to the elderly and incontinent. Thus arose the first diaper manufacturer: the Pampers Company, the same company that now owns the once defunct complex has become the Donovan Diaper Factory. As for Hama Bay, its people were some of the first to experience the invention of ‘pampers' diapers as the factory provided new employment and commercial opportunities into the town’s rapid growth. At its new current rate, it would only take another decade before the town evolves further into a proper city. Within the crowd of Hama Bay’s bustling Plaza, the second reason for the township’s prosperity could be seen walking back home from the local library carrying a small stack of novels. A woman of 30 years old wearing casual attire and carrying a stack of newly rented books, Valerie Donovan was a very important and prominent influence of the Pampers Company, enjoying the humble setting of her hometown. After-all, Valerie is the very person who conceived the diaper and with the help of her fellow townsfolk, invented the diaper and now works closely with the Pampers Company. She was always known to have an interest for entrepreneurship and had a natural knack for critical thinking and invention. When Valerie’s hometown began to crumble financially, she turned to these traits to devise a way to save her town, which led her to create the diaper. Seeing her invention outperform all expectations all over the world in a few short years, filled her heart with jubilant pride like no other, happy to see people enjoying her invention. Though admittedly Valerie still felt odd over the fact that the old factory was renamed after her, out of commemoration of her commitment to her town’s well being. Still Valerie was grateful for the kind gesture regardless. Reaching her house close by the bustling center of town, Valerie sighed in content walking through the door. “Ah, finally home,” Valerie thought to herself, having spent most of her day all over town. She removes her high heels from her feet and begins to make herself comfortable. Setting her new books on the living room table, Valerie turns toward her bathroom, staring into her reflection to undo her ponytail and brush her hair. Valerie then starts to hear a familiar gurgling coming from her stomach. A smile grew on her face as she could feel something stirring in her bowels, pressing against her bum hole. In response, Valerie allows a long bubbly fart to rip from her butt to temporarily calm her insides. “Ahh, that felt good,” Valerie said to herself. Inhaling her bodily gas, she revels in her putrid stink while letting loose weaker wet toots. In the wake of her fart’s aftermath, the pressure inside her body would subside. Looking down Valerie lifts her shirt to reveal a slightly extended but still noisy stomach, of which she gently pats. “Not yet, but don’t worry. Won’t be long before you're full and ready,” Valerie told her gut, of which replies with a short dismissive fart before quieting down, for now at least. Her bowels always had the tendency to be temperamental, especially whenever Valerie wanted to hold in her load for days on end. In this particular case though, Valerie not only hadn’t done a number #2 for a while, but she also has been eating a lot more. Meaning that her bowels have quite a lot of waste inside it already, wanting to come out. But Valerie still wants to wait for the very moment when her bowels are full, then the release will come. Not a single soul knows this about Valerie, but the very idea of pooping in one’s pants was something of a massive interest for her ever since her childhood. Something about it was enticing and provocative for Valerie for whatever reason. This secret passion had followed her into adulthood, where she began to gain a sense of enjoyment whenever she dumped ass into her underwear. However at the same time, she felt like something was missing to it; something that can somehow improve ‘messing.’ This secret interest unintentionally served as the spark Valerie's ambitions needed that led to her pampered invention. Since the success of the diaper, Valerie had been wearing pampers from time to time, still in the process of getting used to them, after having worn panties all her life. Thus why today she has been holding in her poop, determined to feel for herself the ultimate messing experience with her own diaper. With her bowels now calm, Valerie finishes with her hair and walks out to her books, taking them to her bedroom. There she sets her books onto her bookshelf with one left on her bed, before heading straight to her closet. Taking and changing into simple clothes, Valerie sits on her bed with her novel beside her. Reaching underneath she pulls out a box. Opening it up she reveals one of her own pampers’ diapers. One of the many perks of her success is that Valerie now basically has an unlimited supply of diapers for life. Removing her pants and panties, Valerie lifts the puffy garment around her crotch and sets the tapes securely in place. These diapers are nothing like the first diapers that she and the factory first produced. Where the first designs relied on store bought crafting supplies and some army surplus, these ‘modern’ pampers are an improvement using factory standard materials and equipment. Layers of cotton, microfiber film, polymers, and elastics and more are now used to make the diapers of today. Valerie’s pampers’ fit around her very well, and felt soft and comfortable against her skin. Her butt and crotch were practically hugged by her pamper with great care. Feeling snug in her diaper, Valerie then laid on her bed and reached for her new novel to begin reading, intending to pass the time and relax. Half an hour later, Valerie remains relaxed in her bed, enjoying her new book thoroughly. However, her body was anything but. While the bowels were still somewhat pacified, her bladder was a different story. While Valerie read her book, her bladder spent its time slowly ballooning itself, sloshing with hot piss inside. It didn’t take long for the bladder to become fully swollen, triggering the urethra to signal the bladder’s need to be emptied. “Oh my, I really need to pee,” Valerie said to herself, feeling how intense the urge inside her was already. But Valerie had no intentions to resist her bladder’s needs, unlike her bowels. Not bothering to get up from her bed, Valerie had confidence in her pamper’s absorbency and started peeing straight away. It started innocently enough as the urethra twitched, still getting used to peeing in diapers rather than underwear. But little by little, a minor trickle of pee pitter patters out into the pamper’s soft padding. Then it confidently evolved into a steady stream and then a hissing downpour of hot steamy piss. The diaper absorbed the liquid without issue, slowly swelling up warmly as the front padding revealed a transparent tint of yellow. Valerie sighed satisfied from the feeling of her bladder emptying itself as well as the sight and sound of her pampers growing heavy and warm. The more pee soaked into the diaper, the more wet and soggy it became, turning more and more brightly yellow. In fact the entire front and bottom of Valerie’s pamper had become totally drenched by the time the last of her pee dribbled out of her body. It had ended just as quickly as it started. Valerie’s bladder now had no more liquid to give as she laid in bed. Bloated from a downpour of pee, the now wet diaper had suffered no leak whatsoever. “Mmm, so warm,” Valerie stated, satisfied by her diaper’s soggy nature. Valerie then resumed her book without ceremony, with her pee soaked pampers in full display. While reading, Valerie would take a small peek at her soggy diaper. She could feel the pee inside her pampers all over her crotch and even her butt. Its radiant warmth felt soothing and gentle to her skin much like the diaper itself. Now Valerie has always preferred the sensations of her poopy loads filling her panties as opposed to the short lived relief of peeing in them. But for whatever reason, peeing in diapers felt much more rewarding, just as much as pooping in them in fact. The sensation of her hot bodily liquids and its vigorously wet touch all over her padding held its own undescribable mirth. Then Valerie’s sensitive lady parts were beginning to tingle a little bit. Her wet pampers couldn’t help but massage her private area in its soggy state, almost as an odd form of thanks for using it as intended. This wasn’t a new feeling for Valerie, as she would be the first to admit that pooping her pants would sometimes get her “excited.” Thus she wasn't opposed in any way for her piss drenched pampers’ to do the same. In fact she allowed her left hand to gently rub her diaper’s warm crotch. The tingling increased and began to fill Valerie with a small measure of heated pleasure. *Gasp* “Oh my god, why does this feel so… so right?” Valerie thought, stimulating her padded lady parts. Still, she kept her newly heated feelings at a controlled minimum, keeping most of her focus on her novel to allow time to fly again. More time passed by as Valerie read onward, growing more enthralled with her book. However this became a distraction as her body was still busy in its mischievous biological machinations. This time her bowels were beginning to act up once again, having accumulated even more waste matter that wanted out. At first Valerie didn’t notice, even when her gut began to gurgle again. Then the urge returned, the pressure against her anus being stronger than before. Now Valerie could sense the gathering storm inside her, bodily gurgles and growls becoming as intense as her load’s need to come out. Yet Valerie was still set to hold everything in, clenching her butt-cheeks in response. Minutes of increasing pressure and internal churning passed by, all bravely ignored to the best of Valerie’s ability. From time to time minor smelly farts would escape her butt, relieving some of the pressure. However, Valerie knows she can’t hold everything in forever. Even now her resistance is already weakening. No matter how stubborn her determination is, her irritated bowels will eventually win out. Suddenly a long juicy fart sharply erupts out of Valerie’s rear, catching her off guard. “Whoa! I can tell that’s going to be a stinky one,” Valerie said, anticipating the sour odor to rush into her nose. “Wait,” Valerie said. Inhaling the polluted air around her, she quickly realized her gas didn’t carry the typical stink, but instead was something more nasty and intoxicating. “This smells like… Poop!” And with that proclamation, another big bubbly fart erupts from Valerie’s butt, followed by an aggressive push from her poop against her butt hole. The moment Valerie was waiting for has arrived, and her full bowels knew it. It was time to poop in her diaper. To be continued…
  6. The Diary of Valerie Donovan and the First Diaper May 7th 19XX: I can't believe it! I made it! I finally have my degree, my collage days are officially over! Whoo! My Mom and Dad are so proud of me, the first Donovan to graduate from collage! Now all that intense studying and cramming is going to pay off, for I have the knowledge and tools needed to go into invention and entrepreneurship. I'm unbelievably excited!!! I'll still keep working at the Diner for the time being, need to make money after all. But in the meantime I'm going to brainstorm some ideas. Can't wait to get started! For now though, I've got a graduation party waiting for me, which means a lot of delicious food, which means my panties are definitely gonna be filled later! Let's Party! May 8th 19XX: Oh my god, I don't usually write about this often but I need to write this down before I forget what this feels like. So I had woken up not too long ago and set about my usual routine. But the minute I finished my coffee, everything I ate at yesterday's party pushed against my butt and begged to come out. Of course who am I to deny the needs of my load? So I relaxed and seconds later my underwear is now bulging with warm poop. Seriously, there is nothing like the feeling of poop filling up my panties. best of all: its all sloppy mush, my favorite! So right now, I'm sitting in that mush as I write this and it's amazing squishing my bulge against my chair. It feels so good I've peed myself while writing all of this! What a great way to celebrate my graduation! Not looking forward to the clean up thou... June 21st 19XX: The Hell!? They closed down the factory to the hills, WHY??? Don't they know that's the town main lifeline? What were they thinking!? Great, looks like good old Hama Bay is going to experience further hardship than it already has. At this rate my dear hometown is going to lose people and then fade away completely. I can't let this happen. June 23nd 19XX: Ok, I get it. The factory was expensive to maintain and giving our town's struggles, it makes sense to fall back on our town stable fishing gig. Still, I feel like we could've done something different instead. Whatever, at least the Mayor had logical reasons. But I'm not laying down on these regardless. Once I get my first patent, when I get my first patent, I'm sure as hell gonna use that old factory. I'm not going to let my hometown disappear without a fight. Now if only I had an idea... July 10th 19XX: *sigh* Still don't got some invention ideas. This is kind of frustrating I'm gonna be honest. Doesn't help that Hama Bay isn't doing well either. People are already leaving the town, jumping ship before it sinks sort of speak. Meaning I'm running out of time. C'mon Valerie think! What can I improve with innovation??? July 15th 19XX: Ok so I'll admit, I might be a little odd. I definitely enjoy pooping myself much more than the average person would. BUT can we all agree that cleaning up afterward is a serious pain? Its too time consuming and your not even guaranteed to save all your undies every time. Not the mention that your dealing with poop obviously, so that comes with its own issues. Especially for people that aren't like me, which is everyone as far as I'm concerned. So... Maybe that can be improved??? Or maybe... There could be a... Alternative? Maybe we could poop in something else, something that can be disposed of and were better designed for pooping and even peeing? I don't know, sounds kind of crazy, but it would give some life back into the factory, and the town in turn. Hmmm... July 17th 19XX: So uh... I've spent of of mid-day at the plaza going around asking people about what I've been thinking about. You know... the... pooping alternative thing? I swear if people didn't know me, they would've acted much differently then the raised eyebrows I was given. But surprisingly I did talk extensively to a lot of people, who more shockingly did agree that something different to underwear could be massively beneficial to everyone. So in a sense, I've been given the green light by everyone around me to try this crazy idea out. I sincerely hope this works out, I'm putting all my eggs in one basket for this. My home might is depending on this... July 31st 19XX: Day 14 of me making something to wear instead of underwear. I'm happy to say that I've made some progress on the first prototype since the failings of the 22nd. I'm currently using salvaged material leftover from the last war to make this work, like parachute cloth and tent canvas for the base. But the main issue from the 22nd still stand, I need to find something absorbent for this thing, otherwise my prototype is gonna be worthless. At least I've found reliable adhesive to use. The bad news is that Hama Bay is still struggling. The fishing businesses are keeping the town's head above water, but we're not doing too hot either. More people have left this past week, more than I had feared. To curve this, I've been informing the my townsfolk on what I've been working on and why, purely to give them the hopes that our town will recover if my invention succeeds. To my surprise, people have reacted positive to my intentions, and are eager to see what I'm cooking up. Some even offered to help with what I'm working on. 7 people to be exact, including two of my closest friends. I don't know if their truly all ecstatic over the idea, or if their just hoping it'll save the town. I guess ultimately it doesn't matter. I now have help, people have hope, and we have work to do. August 20th 19XX: I think we're ready. We have completed three prototypes thanks to the help I gained from my team of fellow townsfolk, of which I'm thankful for. Without their help, I wouldn't have figured out the absorbent problem by using a inner padding of cotton wool. We're going to test the first two, one with pee, the other with poop. If they do well, then well use the third in trying to gain a patent and selling rights. As for the one to test them, naturally it has to be me. I'm the odd one after all, I like to wet and mess underwear. So it makes sense that I would be the first to wet and mess these things. Note to self, make a name for these things. Tomorrow we start, but for now I'll get some shut eye, lord knows I need it. August 21th 19XX: We've done it! The prototypes worked really well. The first didn't leak what so ever and easily passed the wetting test, no small feat given the fact that I pissed a gallon into that thing (Not an exaggeration). And the second one... It bulged out from my bum filled to the brim, yet it held everything I gave it without any issue. I admit it felt different using these things, but it still felt nice clean or dirty regardless. By the way, someone decorated the prototypes before we tested them with old fashioned rhombic patterns to see if they would make them more appealing. Well it did the trick, they now look nice rather all drab like they did, but what interests me more was what he referred them as. He said the things were now "diapered," and I don't know why but I like the sound of that term... August 27th 19XX: Well, our "Diapers" have picked up attention rapidly after we got the patents. People all over town are now eager to try them out. Plus a upcoming clothing company had contacted us yesterday. They want to discuss business plans for our diapers. They seem earnest enough, so we'll hear them out. But whatever they offer, only if they procure the factory and hire on our towns people, will I accept any of their deals. September 22nd 19XX: So the factory is about to reopen in a couple of days, thank goodness the factory was never demolished or gutted all these months. This is so crazy that this is happening. This factory is going to be making and selling my product, my diapers. Speaking of my diapers, Hama Bay loves them deeply. Evidently I wasn't the only one thinking there was something better than underwear. Its also popular for kids and elderly people too. What a crazy couple of months this has been. I think its going to get really wild from now on. If my town is going head over heels over my invention, what will the world think? I'm not done though, not even a little bit. Now that me and my friends have cooperate backing, we can keep improving the diaper in all avenues, making them softer, absorbent, and more. And they need to be, for Hama Bay, the world... and me. I didn't say anything at the time, but when I first used our diaper prototypes... Well... I loved it. A lot. Much more than I let on. Wearing them was something I can't reliably describe with words, but using them. Peeing and pooping them was an experience and a half, it was like wetting and messing for the first time ever. Given how people have perceived diapers so far, maybe I'm not actually alone. So I'll be busy for a very long time, all of us are. The End, For Now... Author's Note: Heyoooooooooo~ Its been a while but I haven't forgotten about this series I've embroiled myself into. You would not believe how many times I've rewritten the first story in the second anthology due to serious writer's block. Even now I'm still trying like hell to work on it and finish it. Now I don't have a problem taking my time with my work, I still feel bad for not posting anything here for you wonderful individuals to enjoy. So I figured I'd set up something right quick for the meantime and tie it in to make you all eager for what's coming next. Seriously this all took only a few hours. Yet the first story is taking months, what the hell right? Anyway hopefully I get the ball rolling before the end of 2023 and keep it rolling without writer's block or real life nonsense getting in the way. So I hope you enjoy what I whipped up here and I hope to see you all soon with a full on story. Take care folks and enjoy your clean or dirty underwear/diapers 😉
  7. 🦊 Isle of Foxes By Horatio Husky Commissioned by ArtMckinley Part One ”Island” Janet Parker kept her breathing steady, and her sights up. Disembarking from the rowboat after having crossed part of the East China Sea, the young anthropologist’s arms had shook even as she hauled the boat ashore. Still, after having furtively glanced around the deserted shoreline, she confirmed that she had managed to arrive undetected. Shouldering her backpack and hefting her emergency supplies kit out of the boat, she had half carried, half dragged her supplies to the jungle’s edge and hoisted her baggage into a small nestling of exposed rock. There, she would set up her camp. No fire or open forest floor plan for Janet, however. The mission she was attempting to undertake required utmost discretion, for not only was she going to have to camouflage her encampment as best as she could, but the boat would also have to be hauled further onto the island and hidden with brush. Still, Janet figured, she had some time yet. Carefully unpacking some of her supplies, she laid out the spokes and tarp that would make up her tent. Patterned the same lush hues of green as the surrounding underbrush, the anthropologist internally crossed her fingers that she would remain undetected. As she began to erect the tent, moving the expanding metal rods and tough, industrial string through the various pores of the tarp, her mind wandered back to the grueling process that had led her to the island she had been fascinated with since childhood. Maps of ‘Okidaitōjima’ had covered the walls in her bedroom ever since she was twelve. Previously known as ‘Rasa Island’ but also known as ‘Abreojos’ by its Spanish discoverer Bernardo de la Torre, who had become all too familiar with its perilously shallow surrounding shores, it was not the geography or its history that fascinated Janet. For thousands of years, the Japanese islanders who inhabited the Okinawa Islands held the island as sacred and forbidden to set foot upon. Untouched by humanity for hundreds of years, the island was rumored to be home to the only known species of intelligent, anthropomorphic foxes. Only recently had satellite imagery confirmed that the island was, in fact, inhabited. Changes in the island’s landscape and blurry images supplied by the satellite’s imagery suggested that there was indeed a primitive presence on the island. Janet still remembered the moment she had first viewed the low resolution pictures of erected watch towers and small huts, covered in leafy green vines and appearing almost as if they had been grown out of the forest into a desired shape. She had almost spat out her morning coffee when, unnoticed by her colleagues, a suspiciously orange shape appeared to be perched neatly in one of the towers. She had kept this observation to herself of course. Janet knew that if she founded her request to her university’s funding committee based on what most considered to be Japanese folklore she would be laughed out of the conference room. Persuading the Japanese government to lift the sanctions protecting the island’s shores from visitors of any kind was no easy task either. After several months of back and forth, Janet had opened her office mailbox to the welcome sight of a red envelope addressed to her personally. Inside of it, she was greeted with a letter proudly marked with the logo of the Japanese embassy. Not only had she been granted a researcher’s visa, but she would become the very first civilized human being to study the island’s inhabitants. Janet had gotten her chance, a childhood dream to prove to the world that lateral sentient evolution had occurred in other mammalian species. With any luck, after collecting enough evidence to make her claim undisprovable, she would begin a new career as the world’s first and leading anthropomorphologist. Janet regarded her handiwork, noting with a sense of self-satisfaction that her practice at home had paid off. From afar, the tent she had just constructed appeared indistinguishable from the surrounding jungle flora. In fact, she thought to herself, I’ll have to take careful note of its surrounding landmarks if I’m to find it again… After taking a moment to carefully study her immediate area, noting a particularly mossy boulder only a few feet away from her camp, she turned her gaze over to the metal and plastic watercraft she had arrived in. Its exterior had been painted a dull gray with a motley of military green intermixed with its rather unappealing color scheme. Despite having been designed to match the surrounding jungle, the glossy waterproofing it had been covered with caught the sun in a dazzling reflection. Janet made her way towards the boat, nervously glancing behind her shoulder at the looming watchtowers that just poked over the canopy of the jungle behind her. I really hope they haven’t been looking in this direction for the past hour… Stretching her arms above her head and behind her back as she strode purposefully towards the craft, she limbered herself up in preparation for a grueling haul towards the jungle’s edge. With several undignified grunts of effort and a lot of panting later, Janet was grateful to find that after pulling the boat onto the looser, dryer sand her efforts became significantly less labored. Half an hour later, Janet stood with her arms on her hips as she squinted hard at the boat, which was now concealed under a hefty amount of fallen branches and leaves. Sure… If you look at it long enough you’ll notice something is amiss… But that’s only if you expect to see something out of place. Contenting herself with the thought that after a day or two worth of tropical jungle rainfall the hidden boat would sink more organically into its surroundings, Janet waded through the sand back towards her tent. After a few minutes of anxiously scanning the jungle, her eyes alighted on the boulder she had set as her landmark and soon enough she was crawling inside of her makeshift abode. It was getting late, the sun began to cast the western part of the island with rosier hues, shifting from its lustrous, daytime yellow to a soft, warm red. The inside of her tent was growing darker at a much faster rate than the beach outside, so Janet quickly prepared her evening meal with what little light she had left. She opened one of the bento boxes she had purchased at the harbor, knowing she would have to savor the first few meals on the island as she went through her fresh rations before she would have to resort to eating dried food, and the few canned goods she had brought alone that would have to be consumed cold. Looking up, she took a minute to meditate before she dug in. I actually made it… Too concerned with ensuring that her base of operations was set up quickly and undetected, Janet had not allowed herself a moment to truly let the enormity of where she was impact her fully. She was on ‘the Isle of Foxes,’ the very one that her father had read to her when she was just a little girl. A giddy expression spread across her face as she looked down at her meal, shaking her head in jubilant disbelief. She had done it, years of university with her nose stuck in dusty books followed by a delicate campaign to convince a sovereign nation to allow her to set foot on one of their sacred islands. And she had managed to accomplish it all. Janet Parker did her best to compose herself then, not wanting to let her sense of victory and relief become premature. She still had a job to do, after all. With any luck, she would be able to use the week’s worth of time her limited supplies allowed her to glean enough data from the island’s inhabitants to serve as a milestone for the entire field of anthropology. Reaching forward, the young researcher undid one of the flaps of her tent to reveal the setting sun, gently descending down into the giant ocean pool beneath it. That day’s sunset serving as her evening meal’s entertainment, Janet took her time slowly picking up clumps of rice and pieces of pork dumpling with her chopsticks. The last hints of the sun had just barely disappeared beneath the horizon when she finished. Shrugging off her travel ware, Janet stripped down into her underwear before nestling herself into her sleeping bag. The inside of the tent was a little warm for her comfort, but she knew better than to fall asleep exposed to the elements. The temperature would drop quickly, and she would not have her dream field expedition burdened by a head cold. Janet allowed her eyelids to grow heavy, taking in slow, deep breaths as she calmed herself down to further expedite the onset of sleep. It was difficult at first, her mind was a whirl with the following day’s duties and plans. But eventually, she found herself nodding off, the muffled sounds of jungle insects and nightlife creeping into her dreams as she dozed off into a tired, deep slumber. ⤐ ⬷ Janet crept through the jungle foliage at a crouch. Every dozen steps or so, she would glance around furtively in the canopy above before slowly standing up to locate the beaten path she was trailing. The explorer had to take care to not walk on any of the jungle paths, as the likelihood of discovery by one of the island’s inhabitants taking the same path was too much to risk. This made the going very slow, as Janet had to take time to not only maneuver around obstacles such as gnarled roots or dense vegetation, but she had to do so without making too much noise or damaging the plants. This proved more challenging than she had originally anticipated, and sweat beaded her brow as the morning slowly shifted into afternoon, the island’s temperature rising as the sun continued to bombard it with summer’s radiation. As she ventured through, Janet’s eyes alighted on the various dried grass and wooden effigies that stood erected in the trees above, or swinging gently from a motley of vines like marionette puppets. Janet keenly noted that each of the wooden figurines appeared each to sport a distinct set of pointed ears at the top of their heads. This fact alone restirred the excitement of the butterflies inside of Janet’s stomach. Still, despite the discomfort and slow traversing, Janet knew she was making progress. Her nostrils had caught a whiff of smoke, telling her that she must be getting closer to the primitive encampment. The smell of cooked fish and a strange, pungent herb had accompanied the woodsmoke. They must be good trappers… There haven’t been any reports of seeing them in the waters… Janet reflected to herself, inching her around an overturned log. Eager to see for herself, the anthropologist stopped as she spotted the back wall of one of the huts about a hundred meters away from her. Walking towards the village on the ground was far too dangerous, and Janet glanced around the surrounding trees as she decided that now would be a perfect time to execute phase two of her covert observation plan. She stretched once more, recalling the advice of her acrobatics instructor from her youth as she assessed which tree would be easiest for her to scale. Her gaze settled on a particularly large looking tree, covered in a dense blanket of vines and moss that would serve well for gripholds and traction. With a muffled grunt, Janet grabbed the nearest vine and hoisted herself up, her ankles gripping the leafy rope tightly as she began to ascend. One hand over another, Janet felt the excitement of the ascent course through her, quickly replacing the idle boredom of having to slowly sneak through the tropical forest. Janet reached for the branch above her, her knuckles turning white as her fingers gripped the aged bark enough to support her entire weight. Grabbing onto another part of the same branch with her other hand, she felt her grip loosen as her heart skipped a beat. Bits of decayed bark fell down to the forest floor below as she swayed precariously, holding on with only four of her fingers; the foliage below appeared dangerously far beneath her. She gasped, only just barely stifling the yell of fright that had welled up in her chest as she remembered where she was and what she was doing. Silently, her face contorted into a pained expression of effort and desperation. She swung herself from side to side, before reaching up and grabbing the branch once more with her other hand. To her relief, the wood held, and bit by bit she was able to haul herself up until she kneeled safely on the tree’s rigid bough. Janet took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving as her nerves calmed themselves down from the fight or flight response. Trying not to think about the fact that she had almost plummeted to her death, Janet quickly shuffled along the branch and began to make her way slowly through the canopy in the direction of the primitive village. A quarter of an hour later, she had closed the hundred meter distance. The smell of cooking fires and sizzling meat now punctuated the air, causing Janet’s mouth to water. Whatever the island’s inhabitants were cooking up, it smelled delicious. The anthropologist almost regretted having to conduct the research undetected, as she would have loved in that moment to break bread with the cooks of the island. She could now hear muffled voices, remarkably high-pitched for a collection of human primitives. Janet did her best to control her breath, her vision still obstructed by the large hut in front of her. She would have to creep along the branch, and do her best to glean what she could from the leafy canopy above. Janet’s right hand crept slowly into her satchel, ruffling around its contents until her fingers came into contact with the cool metal of her camera. Quietly, she took it out of her bag. She was about to begin a slow, methodical crawl across the tree’s branch when she heard the distinct sound of rustling leaves to her left. Before she could react, a voice that sounded like a squeaky child’s inquiry almost caused her to fall out of the tree in surprise. Janet’s head whipped around towards the source of the voice. Her jaw dropped open, her eyes growing wide as she beheld the sight in front of her. Standing on two paws at roughly a meter in height, with a blood orange colored fur coat, was a fox.
  8. I'm not really sure which subforum this belongs in, so I figured I can't go wrong with 'general.' This is a short story I wrote specifically to be read by one of these newfangled AI voices. It's a young woman named Tess telling her therapist Amy about an embarrassing incident that she's been struggling to get over. I would tweak a few things about it if I could do it again, particularly some of the early dialogue and some of the late dialogue, and one missing word near the end, but this used up the entire free trial and I don't want to pay for this right now. I was at the mercy of the AI in terms of inflection, other than asking it to be 'less stable' and trying to coax it with the way I wrote the story, but I only got one shot and there are a couple points where it maybe put emphasis on slightly weird spots. Overall though, it's fantastic. Like, my GF isn't a very good actress, so I wouldn't be asking her to read this, but if I did, I'm pretty sure she as a real human who isn't very good at acting would not do as well as the AI did. I'll include the transcript, but this is really meant to be listened to. I also split it into two parts - part 1 is the vast majority of it, part 2 is a little epilogue that i crammed in to my tiny remaining free usage. Enjoy! ----------------- So... Yea. I've been dreading having to tell you this, but I guess I can't put it off any longer. It's been haunting me since the day it happened, I've lost all my self confidence, I just can't get what happened out of my head. Right, yea, well I was sitting at a nice restaurant with this guy Alex who I had just started dating. It was a really fancy Mediterranean place, you know, with like professionally folded white cloth napkins and a wine list a mile long. I felt a little overwhelmed just walking in, because it's not really my kind of restaurant, you know? Fanciest place my parents ever took me was like, olive garden. But Alex was being really nice so I just went with it. It felt like a really important date, like it if it went well we might be taking like, the next step in our relationship, so I was even more nervous than usual, since I was totally into him and I really wanted things to work. Anyway when the waiter asked if we wanted to start with drinks, at first I was just gonna get water, but Alex ordered a cocktail, so I said screw it, and I asked for a glass of white wine. I don't usually drink alcohol with dinner so it was kinda weird for me but I was trying to be fancy, you know, fit in and stuff, and I figured it would help me relax and loosen up a bit too. Doesn't seem like a big deal, right? Well the date was going really well. The wine really did help, I wasn't awkward at all, and we talked about a lot of more personal stuff that we hadn't gotten to in the first few dates. You know, family history, hopes and dreams and that kinda garbage... We even went off on a tangent about travel like we were like, already planning our get away together it felt like, so that was really exciting. Amy, seriously, I felt so comfortable with him that night, really happy and like he really 'got' me, like I really felt like the connection was there, and I think he did too. I drank my wine really fast, nervous habit I guess, so the waiter ended up asking if I wanted another glass, and I was like, shit, the first one went down great, why the hell not? Yea... Yea, big mistake. So the food took so long that it had barely arrived when the wine caught up with me. Things were getting a little fuzzy and I had to pee really bad out of nowhere, cuz alcohol goes right through me. No problem, I excused myself to go to the bathroom, a little embarrassing but no big deal. Had to ask the waiter where it was, again, awkward, but I handled it okay. So I get to the bathroom and I swear to god this would only happen to me, but there were like, at LEAST 3 people waiting in line. This was like a tiny, exclusive place, not that many tables, but somehow there's a fucking line for the bathroom right when I REALLY need to go. So I went back to the table, you know, at least keep Alex from thinking I'm avoiding him while I wait for the line. But that was probably stupid, because I was just acting like a drooling idiot, two glasses of wine deep and totally distracted by having to pee. And of course, I was nervous, so I just drank even MORE wine and... yea. So finally I get up and go back to the bathroom, and, you're not going to believe it, they'd put up a fucking out of order sign. Yea. The waitress was super apologetic - "Oh, someone flushed a tampon, we're so sorry, we'll get it fixed in a few minutes, sorry!" And of course I'm like "oh it's fine, I'm sorry about that, I'll just wait, no problem," when what I should have said was "girl I'm going to pee my fucking pants this is your restaurant find me a bathroom NOW!" But yea, instead my dumbass goes back to the table, and I'm just nodding at everything Alex is saying, trying to not to cry, never had to pee this bad in my life, trying to hold it without pee dancing like an 8 year old. Somehow we finish our food, and Alex pays, and I'm just so preoccupied trying not to pee myself that I don't even notice Alex is whispering something in my ear about where we're going. I had to ask him to repeat himself like a dweeb but I guess he didn't think I was being too weird still cuz he just took my hand and walked me out of the restaurant. So we walk for a few blocks, and I'm just thinking "Okay, Tess, what the fuck are you doing, why are you walking away from the bathroom when your bladder is about to explode..." But then we got to this private park that Alex apparently knew, and he let us in and we went down to this bench by a pond, and it really was super nice, there were these old fashioned street lamps so we could see each other and we just held hands and looked at the moon over the pond and yea, really nice. Like I almost want to cry remembering how nice it was. But at the time I could barely focus on anything he was saying, I was just so distracted by my bladder. But I was trying to act normal, you know, because I really was into him, and it really was a beautiful romantic spot that he took us. I guess he must have just thought I was really nervous, which I mean, I was, but not for the reason he probably thought. But he just kept saying the absolute sweetest things, and we started getting closer on the bench, and he put his arm around me, and I snuggled into him... And then he leaned in and kissed me, and... God, I'm gonna cry. It was so sweet, like seriously, I just melted, my heart pretty much just stopped and it was just perfect for a moment there. But yea... I guess you know this story doesn't have a happy ending, so, I better get on with it. I guess... Maybe what happened was I was just too caught up in the kiss... Or maybe the kiss didn't matter and I just couldn't hold it anymore no matter what. But yea, that was when I... when it happened. I mean, when I... pissed myself. Like, full on, could not stop peeing, totally soaked my jeans, running all the way down my legs, puddle on the sidewalk... the whole 9 yards. It was completely surreal, I was trying to like, cross my legs and act like it wasn't happening, and... God, it's sooo embarrassing, but I just tried to like, keep kissing him, like maybe we'd never stop kissing and he'd never notice that his date was peeing her pants like a psycho. But anyway that obviously didn't work, probably just made me look more deranged, cuz like, it was extremely obvious what was happening, you could hear the dripping, there was a gigantic stain on my jeans, there was a puddle, yea, not subtle. So Alex pulls back, and I can see in his eyes that he's just totally freaked out, like, what the hell is going on, is this chick crazy, or just drunk? Like, he clearly was thinking he might have to take me to the hospital or something, it was that bad. Meanwhile I was just sooo embarrassed, I just wanted to die, you know, like "God, if you're listening, could you please drop one of those streetlights on top of me and just fucking kill me so that I don't have to explain why I just peed my pants on this date." I don't think I even cried right away, I was just too stunned. I know Alex was asking me if I was okay or something like that, and honestly I have literally no idea what I said cuz what do you even say in this situation? "Yea, I'm fine, I just peed my pants, no big deal! Just uh... couldn't hold it I guess! No... noooo, no there's nothing WRONG with me! Just uh, you know, drank a little too much and uh, didn't quite make it to the bathroom!" Yea... Right. So anyway I was pretty much just frozen to the bench, totally humiliated, just completely dead inside, waiting to get hit by a meteor, and Alex was just sitting there, looking worried that he might need to stop me from running into the pond and drowning myself. But I guess eventually we must have had some kind of conversation, because he got me back to his car and drove me home, and the thing I remember most from that is that I had to sit on a fucking plastic bag so that I didn't get pee all over his nice car. But yea... so he took me home, and he even gave me a kiss goodnight, because I guess he was trying to not make things weird or whatever. And then he messaged me the next day to ask how I was doing, but obviously I didn't answer him, and yea, haven't talked to him since. ...Sooo yeah, that whole thing was almost a year ago, and I am so not over it. Every time I think about it, I feel so humiliated all over again, like I just want to move to a remote island somewhere away from civilization just to escape the shame. And I think about it a LOT you know, I mean, it's not like it's a particularly easy thing to forget. Like I WANT to forget but it's fucking impossible, any time I'm going out to eat, or any time I'm talking to a guy, or any time I have to pee and I'm not like, RIGHT next to a bathroom. I feel like I'm just walking everywhere with an invisible sign that says 'caution: will wet her pants.' I know it’s silly and irrational, but I just feel totally defined by this, like I would never have believed this could happen and it did, so now who knows what other disaster could happen. So yea, I haven't been on a real date since this happened, and I'm too scared to even go out with friends sometimes. Do you... Do you think you can help me? Epilogue: So, I followed your advice - I sent Alex a text where I said all the things you told me to, like I apologized for ghosting him, I told him how embarrassed I'd been about the whole thing, I told him nothing like that had ever happened to me before and I thought it was like... like that, you know, he wouldn't ever want to talk to me again, or even if he did I just couldn't... handle that because I didn't want to be that girl who pissed herself on like our third date, you know? And I said about the wine and bla bla bla, but anyway, he wrote me back the absolute sweetest text, like he really made me almost believe that it didn't matter to him and like I wasn't a total freak, and then, you're not going to believe it - he actually asked me out on another date! I'm gonna wear diapers for this one... that's a joke, but yea, I'm freaking out I'm so happy! You're a genius!!! tess story pt 1.mp3 tess story pt 2 epilogue.mp3
  9. for the few people that read my stories right now,i only have a few ideas left at the moment. so if you guys have any suggestions,i'd love to hear them. there are a few things i need to note: 1.All of my stories are based off video games. i'm mostly familiar with the franchises that represented in Smash Bros (Like Mario,Zelda,Splatoon,Ect.) 2. I'm mostly into "Just made it" stories or stories where someone has to pee in something other than a toilet. you can leave a comment here or you can message me.
  10. Hello! Here's an anonymous commission that's been on-and-off work for a while now! Finally revised it and got permission to post last night! Just as a heads up: THERE IS NO ACTUAL PEEING IN THIS. It is just a LOT of holding! Thanks 😄 Words: 3,068 COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! PM ME FOR MORE INFO :} ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Stars in the chilly night air twinkled overhead as the door to an upscale, authentic cultural restaurant rang open then closed once more. Claire and David had just entered the establishment. This was their third date. While the place was upscale, it wasn’t “break the bank” bad (despite definitely needing a reservation for the night), and besides, David was falling really hard for Claire. Their first date had been almost a month ago, and they had been texting like crazy when apart from each other. Claire worked as a well-renowned nurse at a hospital, and didn’t have much time to go out with her new boyfriend as much as she wanted to, so now when they go on dates, David makes sure to make it supremely special for her. They checked in and followed the waitress to their table, and settled in on high-top chairs, with an even taller table. Immediately, they ordered drinks; wine for the both of them. David had to drive that night, so one would do for him. Meanwhile, throughout their dinner, Claire ordered two more. She had had a long day at work, and wanted to relax a bit. It did not make her more than a bit tipsy, however, and she stopped at three, then ordered water. When they finished their meal and paid the check, they began to make their way out. David had needed to use the bathroom and finally decided to excuse himself to use it while on their way out. To his astonishment, Claire did not enter the women’s room, despite drinking so much alcohol during dinner. When he got out and noticed Claire still standing there, he decided to quietly ask, “Aren’t you going to use the bathroom?” She waved her hand at him and declared just as quietly, “Me? I don’t bother with public bathrooms; I don't really need them. My bladder is pretty strong as is.” David’s eyes almost grew wide in astonishment. He had… a thing for women with gigantic, strong bladders, that are able to hold their weight in gold. Hearing his girlfriend (whose relationship with him was albeit still developing) say this practically made him turn bright red in response. He should have guessed it, due to her being a nurse who works and stands for at least eight-to-twelve hours a day; it just never popped into his head. However, he was extremely embarrassed about what he liked, and refused to tell her, ever. He wanted to avoid a world of embarrassment and make her feel awkward, and besides, what if she decided to leave him due to his thing for large bladdered women? It was highly unlikely, as it was relatively harmless, but still… It burned the back of his mind like a scorching-hot poker. They made their way to the car, and David began to drive, navigating his way to Claire’s abode to drop her off for the night. He had a lovely night, but it was time to depart for the time being. She had a full day of nurse work tomorrow at the hospital, and it was imperative she got some early shut-eye. He dropped her off, giving her a chaste kiss on her lips before she opened the door and got out. David sighed, reminiscing on how she refused to use the toilet earlier, knowing he was going to be thinking about that for at least a few days. *************** The car was successfully parallel parked in the busy street. The coffee shop stood just before David. It was time for his fourth date with his “girlfriend,” Claire. He did not bring her this time; he was supposed to be meeting her at three-thirty, sharp. He swung his phone out from his pocket to check the time: three-twenty-five. David entered the cafe and navigated through the sea of empty tables, scarcely some with a person on their laptop or someone with a coffee on their phone. It was semi-empty, as they picked a day in the middle of the week in the afternoon. Claire’s work schedule had been insanely busy that week, and they finally managed to find one day to mingle in the midst of chaotic nursing. He plopped into a wooden chair and checked the time again: three-twenty-eight. A minute later, the door rang open, and there she was, all bright and beautiful. She was gorgeous today; wearing a little navy-blue turtleneck, and a pair of black leggings that hugged her body perfectly. David couldn’t help but stare, almost gawk lovingly. He walked up to her, and greeted her sweetly, a smile plastered on his face. She smiled back and greeted him just as kindly. They embraced quickly, then let go of each other just as fast. David ordered his usual small hot coffee with regular sugar, no cream, while Claire ordered a large espresso with extra sugar and cream. They navigated back to a table once they acquired their beverages, and began to chat, sipping their coffees carefully at first, then taking larger sips as they cooled. Surprisingly, Claire finished her larger beverage considerably quicker than David did, and he ordered a small; he liked to drink it slowly, while Claire preferred to chug it down. Enough time of chatting had passed before David noticed an urgent need alarming within his abdomen; he had to urinate very badly, as coffee tends to go right through him depending on the day. Today was one of those days. He excused himself and made his way to the restroom to relieve himself. As he did so, he imagined how Claire must be feeling internally, what with her large coffee and all. Did she have to go to the bathroom too? How badly? His mind started wandering, and he got so caught up in it he realized he had finished moments ago. He finished up, washed his hands, and exited, proceeding to sit down with his new girlfriend again. They continued to sit and talk among each other for about another hour or so, before growing out of topics to talk about for the day. By the time they had started dwindling off, Claire’s large hot coffee was long gone. The two of them decided to wrap and head their separate ways, but before they got up, David nonchalantly asked, “Hey, do you need to use the restroom before you go?” Just a quick comment, nothing more, nothing less. Just like the last time they went out, Claire disregarded it entirely. “I don’t like public bathrooms. They’re just so… uncouth…” she replied. David hid his internal feelings quite well, but it took him by such a shock that she just outright refused using any sort of public bathroom, even after the large coffee she finished in what felt like two minutes.Not only that, she lived roughly fifteen minutes from the coffee shop they had today’s date at, with plenty of stop lights and signs on the way there. After giving her a kiss on the cheek goodbye, he climbed into his car, and sat there, pondering his new girlfriend’s bladder. Sure, it was a silly and weird thing to think over, but considering how much he regularly consumed stuff like that, women with what seemed like gigantic bladders, he just could not help but wonder about Claire and her bodily needs. Sure, he knew she worked a strenuous job with practically no breaks, so she must have had to literally train herself to hold it for hours upon hours. He wondered how small her bladder must have been before she started working as a nurse, or if she was already strong-willed in that compartment even before it. He loved the idea of her not going. He did not want to admit it to himself, but it did excite him quite a bit. He just wanted her to drink consistently, and work a full twelve hour shift with zero breaks, and see her come home, frantic with a protruding abdomen. What she did with it was lost in his head, however; he just wanted to appreciate the bulge. What happened with it, he was not too excited for. It was odd, even quirky of him, he believed, but hey, at least it could be a worse “fetish,” like something actually immoral. He reassured himself it was harmless. And it was, mostly. He started the car and drove back to his apartment. While he remained diligent and focused on the road, his mind occasionally slipped back to Claire’s bladder, and continued some time after he got home. *************** David sighed nervously. He was in his room preparing for his fifth date with Claire, his biggest yet: they were going to the movies together. He considered that enough of a third base for him, personally. A real “third base” meant nothing for him right now. He loved Claire for who she was, and wanted to see her again incredibly much so. Also, her bladder. Her abnormally large, able-to-hold-whatever bladder. He had to pick her up for the movie theater relatively soon. He was not running late by any means, but he still wanted to be there early, even if he had to sit in the parking lot of her apartment complex for a bit. David pulled his pants on, buttoned and zipped them, then applied his belt through the loops. After spraying on some cologne and grabbing his wallet and keys, he exited his apartment household and got in his car, and did his mini peptalk he engages in whenever he sees Claire. “This will go swimmingly. You know this. The past few dates have been incredible! You know this will go well, so do not even try to tell me it will not. You got this. This will be the best date yet.” David suffers from some anxiety, especially regarding his dates with new women. He had seen some girls before this, but none of them stuck to him like Claire did. He met her through some random dating app and seemingly clicked the first time they went out together, a simple park date. They walked along the trail and talked for what felt like hours, stopping sometimes to greet people and pet any dog they saw. It was perfect. He would have almost fallen in love right then and there. He wanted to stay with her for quite some time, if not forever, especially if they grew even closer on this date. He knew he could not be thinking that far ahead, but still, it just felt right. Fate and whatnot. After David gave himself his peptalk, he started the car and began the trip to pick up his girlfriend. After what felt like a few moments, he had arrived at the car lot the apartment complex borders. He turned his vehicle off and got his phone out to text her that he had arrived, and would be waiting patiently in his car. She knew his car model by heart at this point, and recognized it quite easily. His phone buzzed back with a reply, stating she would be out promptly. She had a shorter than usual day at work, not as strenuous, and was off for the next day, so he figured tonight would be a great way to relax for her, and to have a nice date. They were going to see some romantic comedy that had just come out, something lighthearted and fun, and she mentioned before how much she loved them. While they were not David’s thing typically, he was willing to endure it for her. Heck, maybe he would even like the movie in the long run, who knows. David sat there for a few moments longer, playing with his phone, until the sound of the passenger door opening jolted him back to reality. There was Claire, as gorgeous as ever. She was wearing a casual outfit this time; a regular pair of blue jeans, a simple fuchsia ribbed sweater, and a modest amount of glittering jewelry, including a nice necklace. David stared in awe for just a second, before quickly shaking his head a bit. “How are you tonight?” he asked her. She replied, “Good! Today wasn’t too bad; patients were very compliant and I did not have to do too much dirty work. I had just gotten home, also.” Her amount of “dirty work,” whether it was cleaning up soiled patients or dealing with outright stuff like skin issues and such, varied from day to day. Some days there was way more than this, if not most days. “Ah, that’s great, babe!” David beamed, then realized what he did. They had not called each other any sort of sweet pet name yet, Hell, they hadn’t even said “I love you,” to each other yet! How could he blurt out such a thing?! However, instead of being taken aback, Claire beamed with him. Finally, to be his “babe,” meant everything to her practically. She refused to show it or say it, but she had been waiting for that moment for quite some time. Despite how awkward the situation felt to David, Claire reveled in it, and got into the car. He proceeded to greet her properly with a simple, quick peck to the cheek. He started the car and they made their way to the massive movie theater, holding around ten or so screens. Many people were expecting this movie, even though David did not realize it. It was the upcoming hit film of the year despite being a romcom. He knew he would enjoy it, despite it being outside of his preferred genres. They parked and got out, then walked through the cold night air to the front entrance and were greeted by a heater blasting in their faces. It was nearing the end of the fall, but their geographical position made it so they did not get snow, just the bitter cold of winter. They went to the ticket counter and purchased the tickets for the romantic comedy, then proceeded to the snack bar. There, they acquired an extra large popcorn (David figured he could splurge a bit for this big date), and each of them got a soda: David a medium Coke, while Claire got an extra large lemon-lime soda. As they walked to their designated theater, they passed by a pair of doors for the restrooms, with an accommodating family/neutral bathroom to the side. “Hey, Claire, you think you need to use the bathroom before the movie?” David reluctantly asked his girlfriend. “To be honest with you, I do. Since I was running late getting home, I haven’t used the restroom since this morning. I did tell you I do refuse to use public bathrooms; they’re just so… unhygienic!” she said with a slight squeal to her tone. David’s face shone bright red as they navigated through the halls, eventually finding their door to the movie. They sat down, right near the back, and settled in with the popcorn and sodas. It was a pretty fancy theater, allowing you to have leg space in front of your seat. Claire gently reclined in hers. The previews began, and they sat attentively watching them. There seemed to be some good movies up and coming, but all David’s mind could traverse to was Claire’s seemingly full bladder, as she stated before. The movie was close to two hours long, so she should be able to hold up, right? However, after the previews ended and Claire began sipping on her soda plentifully, David noticed something out of the corner of his eye: her squirming a bit. It started with her reluctantly becoming non reclining. She started with her left leg crossed over her right. Then it escalated to her slightly scissoring and fanning her legs. David took a look out of the corner of his eye, as he did not want to surprise her too much by suddenly turning his head. He carefully noticed her face in the light of the quarter-way-through movie, noticing her face glowing red a bit. Finally, he sighed, and turned to face her. “Hey, Claire, babe, how are you holding up?” David whispered in her ear. She turned even brighter at this comment. “I-I don’t need to! I’ll be fine. It’ll be dirty anyways!” she loudly whispered. He was shocked at her response. He didn’t even ask about the bathroom! “Aren’t you a nurse? Can’t you go longer than this typically?” David asked quietly. He was genuinely curious at this predicament, as typically she could go twelve-or-so hours without a pee. Claire shook her extra large soda cup, to reveal ice rattling around inside, sounding as though it were half full or nearing empty. “I drank more than I should have.” “Ah. Well…” David had no words. How was he supposed to focus on the movie now, now that his girlfriend’s massive bladder seemed massively full? While the Hollywood-perfect woman on the screen was swooning over a man who did not know of her mere existence yet, David was swooning over his girlfriend’s abdominal pouch. It seemed weird to him, but hey, whatever worked. The movie started off quite boring anyways, and was beginning to regret it at one point. He wanted to hustle through it for Claire, though. As the movie progressed onwards, he saw Claire’s state decline rapidly. She was not acting childish, though; just subtle quirks and movements to keep her bladder in check. Even though she was a smart nurse, Claire seemed to be dumbly drinking her soda, exasperating her condition. Why she was doing it, David had no clue. Must have been tasty. The movie continued onwards until, before he knew it, it was the final climax, and the woman in the movie was kissing the guy she had loved so dearly throughout the film, or getting married; David’s mind has been preoccupied with Claire’s bladder for close to two hours. As people started rising from their seats, and the lights began to brighten, David got up and saw his girlfriend in detail: sweat dripping from her, her face flushed. “Now will you go to the bathroom?” David asked her. She simply smiled and shook her head “No.” “What is her bladder made of?!” David thought. They got up, walked slowly to his car, and even as they passed the restrooms, Claire did not give up. She proceeded to the car, hobbling practically.
  11. Curse of the Crinkle Crate Composed by Horatio Husky Featuring and Commissioned by Kazard the Fox! Chapter 1 The Box I… Want… Couch Time… Now… were the thoughts of a certain blonde-haired fox, as he absentmindedly fumbled with the keys to his small, cozy home. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyelids half open in a vacant stare as he maneuvered his key into the lock of his front door. The day had been absolutely miserable, all of his clients had been in a bad temper when he spoke with them about their problems, and one of them even seemed to believe that the fox didn’t really know what he was doing. Of course, he knew what he was doing! He’d graduated top of his class by no small miracle, the fox was very talented at his work, but the lack of appreciation and frustration that was thrust upon him by his clients was not something studying could have prepared him for. At last, the key turned, and the door swung wide open, shouldering his bag he strode inside and carelessly dropped it in the front hallway, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him with a click, locking it once more. Give… Me… That… Couch… thought the fox once more, as he strode into his living room. However, his couch did not seem to be on the agenda just yet, for the fox almost tripped over a wooden box in the center of the room. Kaz was taken aback, how had this gotten in his home? He didn’t remember lugging a rather plain, heavy looking wooden box into his home. Its dimensions were around two feet by two feet, and a foot and a half tall. Kneeling down, his tail now twitching with apparent interest and curiosity he inspected it closer to find that its lid was hinged, with the front opening to the container facing towards him. What on earth… Did somebody break in and leave this here? He thought to himself, as he reached forward with a paw and tentatively opened the strange box. The lid thumped onto his carpet as he gazed into what was held within the strange item, and was even more confused to see that the box only contained two items in it. A thick square of plastic upon closer inspection Kaz found to be a white, adult diaper, and a note next to it, written in fancy cursive. He picked it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he perused through a short poem, a strange feeling of warmth he didn’t recognize bubbling up in his insides as he did so. For a year and a day obedient shall you be, To the rules and whims of the box at your knee, Letters and rules shall be provided from these wooden confines, Giving you instructions, tasks, items, and lines, And lest you not listen to my behest, Shall you not have your day-to-day be the best! For control and independence are no longer yours From now you’ll always be clad in diapers! Diapers? Control? Is this all some sort of prank that got delivered into my house that one of my friends managed to sneak in? He turned the note over and found that more was written on the back of it, this time not in the mysterious cursive font as on the front. The rules are simple, Kazard. For a year and a day you will be completely unable to control your bladder nor your bowel, making it that at any time whatsoever, you will completely and utterly mess and wet yourself anywhere you are. Within this box, you will find your solution to this new conundrum in your life, which you have agreed to participate in by opening this box. Whenever you open this box you will be supplied with plain white diapers perfectly matched to handle whatever punishment you give them. It is recommended that you also invest in other supplies related to padding, such as powder and anti-rash cream, but those are up to your discretion. You may try and not wear your diapers, but you will find that it is wiser to comply with the rules and keep yourself nice and secure; your continence will not return either if you do not obey the rules set before you. If you wish to communicate with the box, you must do so through a bargain written on a note to express your wishes. However, be warned: the box is liable to interpret and balance any request or boon as it wishes if whatever you offer is not of equal value, so it may be wisest to obey as instructed and keep yourself diapered at all times of the day, otherwise, the consequences will be severe. With that, we hope you enjoy your next trip around the sun padded up! This has to be a joke… Boxes that interpret poetry and supply diapers whenever opened? This isn’t even a funny prank, this is pathetic. The fox dropped the diaper and note back into the box with contempt, what a stupid thing to waste his time with. He got up, the couch now forgotten as his stomach rumbled its hunger aloud to the room. He padded over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and rummaging through his dry food cabinet, retrieving a large bag of chips. He held the bag in his maw as he stretched, reaching up to the higher shelf to grab himself a chocolate bar. It was just out of his reach, and he strained, leaning against the counter to support his weight as he grasped after his sweet. The counter must have been wet, however, for he looked down as he felt something damp against him. The bag of chips dropped out of his mouth and onto the counter below him. The counter hadn’t been wet, no. It was he who had gotten wet.
  12. Hello, I'm looking for an abdl wattpad story. The story was about a girl who was made a baby again by her parents due to stress at school. She is put back in diapers against her will and treated like a baby. I think her name was Emily. I started reading the story but can't find it anymore. Do you have any idea what story that could be?
  13. Hey all! I'm now opening up for paid commissions, to anyone interested. I have written a small number of stories for this site that have been generally well-received, though they are a bit niche. Those can be found here: [Female] The Girls at School [Futa] The Cafe's Toilet Policy [Futa] Futarama (admittedly this one fizzled out on me after a while) I am particularly favourable to intersex characters, though will happily consider male and/or female content. I tend to be pretty imaginative, and can come up with scenarios to fit even a fairly vague or obscure idea. I will also consider writing characters implied to be in their mid- or upper teens (15+), but not any character with a physical or mental impression of a child (regardless of canonical age). Niche topics I will definitely write about: padded, futa or other intersex, trans, limited noncon desperation or sex Things I will not write about are: scat, furries, excessive ageplay If you're interested in commissioning a work, please send me a DM specifying: 1. A general or specific story idea or element 2. Your preferred story length (1,000 words; 3,000 words, etc) 3. Topics or ideas you want me to avoid Pricing is currently £15/$17 per 1000 words, payment is through paypal.
  14. This is my first fic attemps, the first chapter is an introduction to the lore, I expect this to be a sizeable story, however, note I work a lot and study so I might not be a regular poster. Also note english is not my primary language. It is now well known that women have, more often than not, suffered from the rule of men and fiction tend to return to that old comfortable trope of men enslaving women for their pleasure and for the sake of power, but what if, in an alternate universe, men were those who had to suffer from social norms made by women? Social norms do not always have to make sense, they are often rooted in traditions and emotional if not instinctual reactions. Why do we have to apologize when we suffer from the hiccup? Why do we say “Bless you” when someone sneezes? Because we were told to, because our parents did it, and their parents too. Knowing that, it is easy to imagine socials norms that would be imposed on men and women that would be greatly sexist (cough cough real world), but this time turning the table around with more emphasis on men rather than women. For our own pleasure, let us imagine a world where those social norms make men rather uncomfortable in a way we like, let us imagine a world where a man peeing in a public toilet, or showing the need to relieve itself in a public setting is seen as a grave impoliteness, a sign of weakness and in some countries, a regulated affair. As for public urination, the consequences of such indecency would be dire: heavy fines, public announcement of your crime resulting in shame and often the imposition of a chaperon who would ensure the convicted man would be unable to repeat such offense. This chaperon would control with a keyless locked belt the moments of relief of the convict who would have to adhere to the schedule imposed by the chaperon. This system was also imposed on sexual criminals to avoid further aggressions, but also seen as a punitive system, as the chaperons, all women, would tend to not be kind to sexual predators, aggressors, and perverts. From a very young age, boys would be taught that peeing is a sign of weakness, a lack of control and dignity for a man. Especially in a public setting such as school, work or even with guests at home, the norm would be that men simply had to hold and wait. They had to control themselves and use their strength to good use. In fact, due to these norms, it was not uncommon for men to brag about their holding abilities and for girls to actively seek men able to control themselves for extended periods of time. It was seen as an act of strength and a proof that they would also be polite and in control of their sexual impulses. A security, in some ways for these girls. Obviously, those norms would gradually be enforced the older the boys would get. Slowly, but surely, it would become harder for the male student to receive the “holy grail” namely: the bathroom key. For you see, the bathrooms would be locked in permanence to avoid any unwarranted relieving. While girls always had their personal key on them, boys would need to ask for the key, often being rejected of shunned for asking. Often being teased in front of the class to further dissuade any kid from asking permission unless an emergency. Kids being kids, it was not rare for girls to bully their male counterpart and tease them about their situation. By the time, the kids would arrive to college, the bathroom pass would have been near impossible to obtain and asking for it would result in mockery, bullying, teasing and if too frequent, disciplinary actions and training. Once on the job market, more often than not, toilets would be only accessible to women in the most conservative countries while they would be extremely rare in more liberal countries has previous building codes would not have included them. The peer pressure to avoid using them was so strong by this point, they were more often than not plain decoration and there to follow regulations. Obviously, these norms meant that most men were most of the time in dire need of relief, worst of all for them, they could see their female friend, coworkers, boss, and wife relieve themselves. They could not show any part of their condition, especially not in the workplace. Showing a lack of self control in the workplace was a sure way to stay at the bottom of the chain and never receive a promotion. Even worse, a group of women around the world, named the sisterhood was always on the hunt to regulate, enforce and strengthen these norms into laws. Some extremists of this group would make it their mission to make the men around them as desperate as possible and to humiliate them further. It was a revenge for all the violence and sexual violence perpetrated by men. Or so they said. Some poor soul would end up tortured, forced to drink liters and liters of fluid only to be dumped in the middle of a passing street without options to relieves themselves. Other would simply be stuck with a boss in the sisterhood denying them bathroom keys, forcing them to drink and torturing them with overtime and denouncing any “signs” of desperation. In some of the most conservative countries, they would manage to pass law reducing even more the rights of men to relieve themselves. The most extreme case being in a very macho country of south America where male public bathroom simply did not exist and men being found to use female public bathroom were forced to wear remote belt for up to 5 years for a first offense and be supervised by a female chaperon for 10 years. Showing signs of desperation could even get you accusations of public indecency. It is not like men could do anything about it, they did not have the right to vote or to protest in these places, politic was seen as a waste of time for men in many countries. They had work to do, money to earn, politics was a women thing. To be continued
  15. I’ve read people talk about their favorite Omo tropes on this site before, now I want to hear the opposite. What tropes do you see all too often in omo media that make you roll your eyes and go “here we go again!”? For example, I’m not a fan of the trope where the story starts with a character waking up and needing to pee. “Hi, I’m Amber. I’m 19 years old and in college. I just woke up and I really gotta tinkle, but my mom is hogging the only bathroom. WHateVEr ShaLL i do!” It’s so cliche and I swear it pans out the same way every time. Now before you downvote this topic because you think I’m endorsing mocking other content creators, hear me out. Just because a story or video contains a trope doesn’t automatically make it bad, sometimes they can be quite entertaining. It’s just that they can sometimes get annoying when you’ve seen them so many times, you know?
  16. | This is an old story I did a looong time ago that I wanted to post here to tide people over until I release my much longer personal piece of omorashi fiction! It isn't omo, and more feederism content, but if you're curious about what that is, it's chubbing someone up on purpose through overfeeding, this story has two female feeders and one male feeder. This story isn't sexual and rather short, but I think it's cute, enjoy! ❤️ | “Awe come on now...Someone as cute as you not eating yet? It’s already six o’ clock Chase...” Her voice was incredibly silky smooth, like I had always enjoyed, my eyes flicking down to the tank top she was wearing. It was tight, showing all of the rolls she had. Her stomach was hanging out over her sweatpants, the purple spider web of stretch marks that were over her pale skin brought a warm tinge to my cheeks as I glanced away, needing an extra second to process what she said, a smirk covering my lips as I met her eyes, hoping I played it off well. “I...haha...Well you know me, I’ll be eating soon...You know that Natasha...” My smirk faltered as her friend came in, her curves were more in the hips and chest. My eyes refused to listen to me as they lingered, my hands moving away from my laptop, pushing it to the side, the pink tinge on my cheeks growing more intense as she chuckled...she had noticed my wandering gaze. “Did I hear that right Natty? Don’t tell me that Chase hasn’t eaten anything yet...That would be such a crime...if only someone had thought to get him something to eat, something greasy...filling...” The two women looked like they were planning something for sure, their eyes locking on each other before looking at me again, sending a shiver of anticipation up my spine for whatever reason. Alana, she was dark skinned, thick, and was a little younger than Natasha though both women were a handful of years older than me. The two had been here for days now, making sure I ate on time...Why they were so interested I had no idea. “Pfft guys...what’s gotten into the two of you? Is there something you’re not telling me?” I could already tell there was, their soft giggles making me smile in a way I couldn’t wipe off my face, the two women were leaning on each other, my eyes wanting to wander again...Glancing over the silky soft dark thighs of Alana, those shorts of hers clinging to those curves of hers… “We would tell you if you can stay focused, too much skin for you Chase?” Natty giggled, her red hair being brushed back over her shoulder as she stepped forward, one hand behind her back as she sauntered forward, her hips looked oh so good in those shorts. Natty came closer to the bed, even the frame creaking underneath her as she slid to sit in front of me, her chubby thighs seeming even bigger as she put between us a large bag of food. “I-I uhm, Natty, Alana?” My eyes were on the bag of food as I sat up, next to Natasha I was a stick, her hand moving to touch my arm, her eyes were very soft as they looked me up and down...That sent a shiver up my spine, keeping me from getting up fully as my eyes met hers. “There’s no need to get up hun, We just want to eat with you that’s all...” Alana came closer, moving to slide into the bed behind me, I was surrounded and the door was closed. “This seems...way too planned to be just eating with me...wh-what’s going on?” The blush on my cheeks had turned into a blazing fire, no doubt my cheeks and the bridge of my nose was a blaze of heat. Alana was also holding a bag, from another fast food place near here, making me gently sit back fully on the bed, the two women surrounded me, their legs forming a soft prison across my lap and against my back. “Nothing silly...You wouldn’t wanna send us away though, a sweet guy like you?” The bag crinkled as Alana leaned forward, her voice more than gentle, her soft chest pressing into my arm, the softness of it making my brain go blank blinking a bit, I couldn’t remember what I was going to say with the softness against me. Not to have all the attention on just one woman, Natty leaned forward, her fingers trailing across my jaw, making me turn my head to her she purred, the smirk on her face making whatever loose thoughts I had in my head run screaming for cover, the only thing that came out of my mouth was a breathy noise, as the two women shared a triumphant look, they knew they had me wrapped around their cute chubby fingers. Natasha slid her other hand into the brown paper bag that sat between those thighs of hers, bringing it back out a shiny wrapped package was between her chubby fingers, my eyes couldn’t be ripped away from her hands as she peeled back the foil. The sudden smell of food, greasy and fattening hit my nose and before I could even make a thought my stomach reacted, a loud ‘bbbbggrgrgrgg’ sounding as my stomach rumbled, jiggling just a bit. “There’s a good boy now, hungry aren’t you?” Despite myself, I nodded, eyes on the food, flicking up to meet her soft green ones, before she offered it to me. “Go ahead Chase, no need to be so shy...you can make a mess if you want~” Alana’s voice was in my ear, sending a soft push of her breath against my neck when she spoke, another shiver traveling down my spine. Their soft bodies pressing against me, I shifted my hips trying to stop myself from getting excited as I leaned forward. As I took a bite, I couldn’t help but take another, and another, filling up my mouth with the amazing taste of fast food and grease, a sound came from me, and I could tell they liked that. Alana’s hand was lingering on my ribs before it moved down to lift my shirt, exposing my stomach to the air, as I came up to breathe. “A-Alana...My stomach...I...” She gently shushed me, those soft lips pressing into the back of my neck she purred, her voice like silk as Natasha undid more of the burrito’s wrapper for me. “Shh baby, we’re just taking care of you, after all, we can’t let someone so cute go without eating now can we Natty?” The other woman nodded, as she pressed the steaming food closer to my face. It was more than halfway gone, I realized, my face flushing even more if that was possible my face already felt like it was burning from the touches of the women. “No we can’t~ What kind of feeders would we be?” I made a soft noise as Alana’s and gently squeezed my pudge, the feeling of her warm soft hand on my belly making it impossible to hide the boner I was trying to keep under wraps. I couldn’t keep the hunger down though, the minute the food was offered my face was buried in it, getting a little on my cheeks as the rest of the burrito was demolished, both women purring at how good I was being, their praise making me eager to earn more. “What a good boy~! So well behaved for us, Let’s get you some more shouldn’t we?” My belly already felt so much bigger then just one burrito should have made it, but it felt so good I didn’t care. Natasha’s hand replaced Alana’s, her hand just as soft, if not more so, I could feel her hand under my chin bringing my face to hers, she pressed a soft kiss to my cheekbone, a noise drawing itself from my chest. Then I felt the soft paper of a napkin pressed to my lips, taking away the mess I had made of myself before a burger was unwrapped in the palm of Alana’s hands...They were...sharing me? Taking turns with me? The burger smelled amazing, the spiced meat, pickles, ketchup...My stomach made a whale call, begging to have the food put into his mouth. Alana moved the unwrapped burger up to my lips, and I could feel myself drooling, my stomach nowhere near satisfied. I leaned forward eagerly, Alana chuckling as she gently pressed the food to my lips. “Barely even any bites and your tummy is already getting bigger...How big can you get Chase~?” Natty chuckled, her fingertips gently pressing into my pudge, the warmth of it made my stomach growl, a small whine coming from the bottom of my throat as I smelled the fries that were in the bag. Alana chuckled, pressing the food closer as Natty squeezed my ever-growing pudge. Before I even knew what was happening the burger wrapper in Alana’s hand was empty, dropped to the ground as she pulled out a carton of fries. Natty’s other hand that wasn’t caressing every single curve and stretch marks of my stomach, moved to pick up from inside the brown paper bag a thick milkshake with a covered lid though my stomach felt like it could hardly take anymore. The milkshake smelled just like a meal replacement shake, chock full of calories it would have been heavy to drink just on it’s own but with all this food? My stomach gurgled, protesting or begging for more. I wasn’t even sure anymore what it wanted more, the overhang of my gut, over my sweatpants, was sticking out so much farther than it had before as Natty put the straw past my lips. “Awe look at that~! Only halfway through and your stomach already is hanging down, how hungry were you baby?” Alana’s voice whispered in my ear, and I swear I almost died at the feeling of the two women pressing close. Sucking down the milkshake I could almost feel the way it pressed against my stomach, expanding in the hand of the woman. Her hand gently rubbed around my skin again as the milkshake disappeared, before I finally had to come up for air, panting softly, I groaned, my stomach felt so heavy...so full I seriously doubted I could eat anymore. Natasha wrapped her arms around me, her soft rolls pressing into me as my stomach sat on my thighs. I swear I could hear the praise dripping off of every word she spoke. “Chase you’re doing amazing, how does it feel being so full for me and Alana...I bet you love it don’t you? Feeling all chubby and cute, with a cute lil’ messy face~” After Natty spoke, she gave me a gentle squeeze, my stomach gurgling from the sheer volume of food being shifted in my stomach as a sound of pleasure escaped my lips. “Awe do you hear that Natasha~? He loves the way it feels in his belly, what a good little eater, I love a boy that can pack it away~” Alana chuckled, her fingers wanting a turn, she pressed them under my shirt, squeezing my belly and making it gurgle with the pressure. I felt the pressure rise up in my belly, before a belch left my lips both women giggling softly as they pressed closer, the smile on their faces making the blush come back from where it had previously been forgotten. “Oooh we should do this for you more often, what a cute lil piggy~” Natashsa moved her hand up, brushing it through my loosely curled dark hair, making me melt back into her hand as the warm feeling of overeating washed over me in waves, covering me in comfort. My pants were barely managing to stay together at the seams, my stomach was muffin topping over the waistband, it didn’t help that my boner wouldn’t be calmed these two women hanging off of me, as Alana moved to unwrap another burger, the smell of it making my stomach rumble. I didn’t think I could take eating a single other bite, but I opened my mouth taking the burger and swallowing the bites, my stomach gurgling in pleasure at the filling taste of it.
  17. This is my first attempt of a series of short stories I plan on making, if the feedback is good I'll be motivated to write more! Also this helps me become a better writer, I hope to one day be a pretty popular writer on here, so let's see! (This will be a fiction series) On a bright sunny morning of November the sun was shining brightly through kaileys blinds as the alarm on her phone was going off. "Ughh.." she groaned and stretched checking the time and she wasn't late, thankfully, yesterday she woke up 20 minutes late and barely made it out the door, but she wasn't letting that happen today. She got out of bed and took off her pink pjs and took off her plain white panties and threw them on the floor and grabbed a pair of adorable pink panties with little white hearts all over them and she matched that wonderfully with a pink bra, and while she was checking herself out in the mirror she held her Crotch and groaned "gotta empty the morning bladder" she said to herself and put on a black skirt that went quite a bit above the knees.. but she didnt care, she liked the attention and, deep down occasionally she would like to tease the guys that tried to look up her skirts, she found enjoyment in that, she also loved the fact that she was absolutely beautiful and claimed to be the most beautiful girl in grade 11, her luxurious blonde hair captured the attention of most guys, and she always made it soft and wavy in the morning so it flowed beautifully down her back and shoulders, her eyes were an ocean blue and her face was soft and cute, she was pretty curvy and she also had a set of nice breasts which she took pride in greatly! After she emptied the main drain she sighed in relief and got to getting ready and soon she was out the door! She said goodbye to her parents and went on with her day and met her best friend Jessica down the street and they hugged and bounced up and down, kaileys skirt bouncing up and down with her opposite body movements and they giggled and chatted the whole way on the bus, the 2 girls were both beautiful, both blonde and both kinky, making a perfect little friendship. They arrived to school and kailey went to the cafeteria and got a milk to start her day and they walked throughout the school before finding a spot to sit for the next 20 minutes before the bell rang, they chatted and giggled the whole time as kailey drank her milk and Jessica sipped her coffee Jessica saw under the table that kaileys legs were spread and she saw her panties "nice pink panties, they look adorable on you" she said and kailey giggled wiggling on the seat keeping her legs spread, not afraid for people to see "Thought I'd tease a few boys today and give them something nice to look at" she giggled and kept them spread out as guys looked at her but not up the skirt.. yet. The bell rang for first period and the girls waved goodbye, kailey was starting her day off with English class, followed by Math, 2 classes which which she was pretty good at.. she pulled out her big water bottle and set it on the very right corner perfectly of her single desk and pulled out her textbook and she remembered 'oh shit, I've got a science test 4th.. I completely forgot' she thought and twirled her thumbs in her beautiful silky hair.. the day dragged on and she kept drinking from her bottle, filling her bladder, she didnt have a really big bladder, so 4 little bottles of water was enough to fill her little bladder. When it was lunch time a few hours later, she was studying for her science test, she was with Jessica again sitting outside as guys walked by and she had her legs spread and guys walked by looking and peering up and she giggled, but Jessica noticed that she was squirming pretty badly "Kayls?" "Yeah?.." she said and turned her legs facing her and tightened her big thighs together "You gotta pee?" She smirked and leaned forward looking up to her on the table, kailey blushed with a red hot face "Maybe.. yes very badly, but I've gotta study for this damn science test, and I cant miss out or I'm just gonna forget" she said whining a bit letting out a whimper which turned Jessica on and she reached up her skirt and touched herself briefly lining the squirming and whining "Mhm, well go use the bathroom you've still got 5 minutes" she giggled and kailey nodded and went to use the bathroom, and when she found it and went inside all the stalls were full and there was girls waiting right in line 'oh my God are you fucking kidding me..'she said and left and went to get her stuff and Jessica was there on her phone "better?" She asked smiling "The bathroom is fucking full" kailey groaned and got her stuff and put it in her bag "Well the bell is gonn-" and as Jessica said that the bell rang and kailey groaned "Mr Macdonald better let me piss.." she said "If not you could go in your panties" Jessica said giggling "No, that's disgusting I dont wanna ruin them and thats so embarrassing" kailey said bouncing up and down squeezing her thighs "Suit yourself" Jessica said and walked off and kailey thought 'Why would she want me to wet myself?.. that's so weird surely it must feel so gross, what a weirdo' and she ran to the last class with her legs clenched and got in her assigned seat right on the middle row on the far left side of the class and set her bag down And when the bell for class rang her teacher walked in and closed the door and passed out the tests to everyone and when he stopped at her table she tapped his shoulder "please.. may I use the washroom?" She said and he shook his head no "You had your chance, so hold it" he said and went and sat at his desk "You may begin" he said and everyone put their heads down and started and so did kailey.. she was so desperate to go she could burst right there, and she still had an 1:15 to go.. she had to try and hold it as best she could.. Midway through the test she was just over halfway done and she was really really needing to go.. and she had her left hand shoved up her skirt clenching her panties, which were surprisingly still dry. But then she let out a leak and she felt a tiny little wet spot which didnt bug her but it meant she wasn't able to hold for much longer.. and she kept on holding it. Throughout the class she kept leaking dampening her panties a bit and she started to panic 'no no no no.. this cant be happening' she said so faintly and let out a spurt into her panties and she whimpered.. they were pretty damp, she lifted up her skirt slightly and saw they were still bright pink except where her bum was, she could feel it being a bit wet and it was warm.. and she enjoyed the little warmth and there was a little bit of a darker spot near the bottom of the chair and a tiny little puddle on the chair 'I cant.. I cant hold it much longer, this is gonna be the end of my life' she said and let out a leak on purpose to see if would relive stress and it didnt.. it made it worse and she grinded her teeth and set her pencil down 'fuck it.. I've just gotta go..'she said and inched forward and lifted her skirt a bit so it wasn't under her ass so it wouldn't get wet and she slid to the back of her chair and rolled her skirt up so her panties were fully visible and she groaned before a loud hissing sound came from her panties, the golden fluid gushed out at a million miles an hour splattering into her oanties causing a loud hissing sound and the splattering of the pee on the floor was loud and she hit her head against the desk and started to cry loudly as it continued to flood out of her, she could.feel her panties getting absolutely destroyed by the hot piss as it spread up the front of her panties and the back.. she continued to pee at full force for about half a minute before it dripped off the chair and the hissing stopped and all that could be heard was the faint cries from her and her skirt flopped back down covering her panties slightly.. they were so warm.. and wet they clung to her soaked pussy nicely but this was a horrible spot to have an accident and she looked down while sobbing her tears adding to the puddle which spread under the whole table to the chair infront of her as it dripped from her chair still.. "Kailey go to the nurse, and take your stuff he said and she packed up leaving her test on the table.. when she walked she left a few dribbles in the hall from her still drenched panties and she sat in the nurses office and called her mom and she rushed to pick her up and soon she got ther and she hopped in the car and rolled up her skirt to inspect the damage and.. it was bad, the front of her panties were drenched, only having a small untouched bright pink spot near the top and the patch up the back went about 2/3 of the way up her ass, and sat back and thought to herself 'that.. didnt feel that bad.. it was just a horrible time, maybe ill try again.. I dont know' Once home she showered and put on a new pair of white panties and threw the drenched pink ones in the wash, and she plopped her pink pjs again and googled "wetting" on and incognito tab and found articles on peeing yourself and why it feels so good and she browsed and browsed before closing the tab and laying down "I'll try it again tomorrow" and she closed her eyes and took a nap To be continued?..
  18. For many personal reasons, I do NOT like seeing real life nudity of any kind. I was wondering if anyone else has the same preference as me. I generally only love cartoon Omorashi.
  19. I've been on this site for quite a while now, but always as a lurker, since I don't really have content to contribute, and since I'm generally not looking to make friends here (no offense to you guys, most of you seem nice), but I thought that I should celebrate the new year and my personal 5th anniversary on the site with a look back at my favorite content that I've found on this site, by this site (all of which happen to be stories, hence the title of this post.) I should mention that I'm only going to include finished stories for the actual top 5; I'll include unfinished or dropped stories in the honorable mentions. I also should mention that I absolutely haven't read everything on this site, so while you could call this a recommendation list, you've probably seen at least 1 or 2 of these before, and there's bound to be some blind spots here (for example, I wasn't into guys for most of my time on this site, and I still heavily prefer girls in omo, so this list will be almost all female omo stories). Without further ado, here's the list, in no particular order, and with synopses of each so you know what you're getting into if you're unfamiliar: 1. My Mom is Such a B----! by @Peter Pants This was one of the first stories I got into when I started actually browsing more often on here, (I liked it enough that the last comment in the thread is an old comment from me) but after reading it again last year, I can safely say that I think it holds up. The story follows a girl named Jane, a high school senior forced back into diapers by her very strict and overprotective mom, and is written from the perspective of Peter, Jane's childhood friend who has a crush on her that he's already shared, and a particular fetish that he hasn't. From there, the story turns into a (mostly) sweet romance story, with a pair of simple but believable leads with very genuine chemistry who are absolutely worth following for the story's novel-length duration. In terms of fetishes, it's pretty vanilla by this site's standards, and it's pretty tame when it comes to sexual content, but I think that adds to the comfy atmosphere the story has. I think I've read this story three times, and every time I have, I've gotten this fairly cozy and nostalgic feeling from it. Aside from the high-school setting and the sweet friendship the two leads share, I feel like the softcore content could add to that as well. 2. Desperate Demon by @satyr A lot of you guys probably followed this one back when it was coming out last year, but it still feels fresh and worth mentioning here, as Satyr is (Was? His account seems to have been de-activated) one of my favorite writers on the site, and this is, in my opinion, his best story. Described by Satyr himself as "a supernatural-horror-omorashi-romcom thing," the story follows Adam, a seemingly-normal down-on-his-luck guy in his 20s who, bored out of his mind, manages to summon and bind a high demoness of pride named Asha, who hates the situation about as much as you'd imagine. As a result of the summoning, she has lost almost all of her demonic power, and gained almost all of the downsides of human biology. And as a result of the binding, the demon can't leave Adam's side, can't harm him, and can't do much without a direct order from him. I think you can guess where this is going. Regardless, the two search for a way to return Asha home, but quickly end up developing into an odd couple while doing so, adding an extra complication to a process already involving highly-obscure and highly-specific occult rituals. Compared to the previous omo-romcom mentioned here, Desperate Demon has a much more complicated and fantastical premise, and has to walk a pretty narrow tightrope of both tone and genre, but I think the story manages to work with all of this well, only feeling tonally unbalanced for one or two scenes. 3. Weekend at the Grandparents' by @TheGreatNobody Probably one of the most famous stories on this site, partially because of the fact that it took over half a decade to finish, and partially because of the genuinely captivating writing that made people willing to wait that long. The premise here is simple, following two sisters, Julie (18) and Kathy (16), as they go with their parents for a short weekend-long vacation to their grandparents' house. However, for some strange reason, the more time the two sisters spend there, the more their bladder control seems to weaken. While this doesn't affect Kathy much, seeing as she already wasn't the best at keeping her clothes dry, it really gets under Julie's skin since she's so close to adulthood, and she grows distant from her family for a short while as she struggles with her newfound continence issues. Julie manages to find the source of this problem and turn things around for herself later on, but I won't spoil how, as it honestly took me by surprise the first time I read this story. That being said, this story is less about plot twists and more about the atmosphere and characterization. By keeping the scope of the story so small, and by laser-focusing in on one perspective, TheGreatNobody really manages to effectively get you inside of Julie's head, and by the time I was done with this story, it felt like I'd been following her life for a month, rather than a weekend. 4. The Pressure To Pamper by @MasterXploder Now, everything I've included up to this point has been original stories, but the topic these go in is fiction and fanfiction, so I thought I should include one fanfic, and maybe it's just because I found it again in the featured content page, but MasterXploder's 3-Part Senko-san fanfic is my favorite finished fanfic on the site, and I think it's a treat from start to finish, regardless of whether you've seen the anime it's based on (I haven't). Senko, the title character of the anime, is a Shinto(?) fox spirit, sent to watch over a busy software developer by the name of Nakano, and she fulfills her divine duty by pampering him relentlessly when he's home. She often puts his own needs above her own, and in this fic, this includes bathroom needs. The first two parts of the fic take this premise and tell a simple but detailed desperation story, with the first part being a literal prologue to the real struggle. The third part takes place a few days later, and involves an arrogant rival fox spirit named Shiro challenging Senko to a holding contest, which is fittingly drawn-out and contentious, considering the literally divine holding abilities we're dealing with here. You'll have to read for yourself to see who wins the contest. But yeah, there isn't much else to say here. It's just a fun and comfy little short story, with the three entries giving you a good sense of the characters and their dynamics without overstaying its welcome. 5. Desperation Dungeon by @Bulge_Lover Another very famous and long-running story on the site, and one that kinda breaks the rules I set, but I just couldn't resist including a story this detailed and ambitious, especially when the first part of the story was essentially stated to be finished by Bulge_Lover. The story here follows a young woman named Megan, who works as a camgirl to pay for her college tuition. However, one day a mysterious woman simply called "Kay" shows up on her stream with a large donation and a request for a private show, which she says is for "research, of a sort." The research she's referring to is a test of bladder strength, which Megan passes with flying colors. Because of the show she put on, Kay offers Megan a job as an adult film actress, but it's far from a standard gig. Kay offers Megan millions of dollars for just 5 days on set, and rather than having any sex, Megan, alongside Kay's other hand-picked actresses, are simply asked to hold their pee to their absolute limits. From there, some of the most vivid and detailed desperation writing you'll find on the internet ensues, with an equally-lively cast to join in on these tests of human capacity, and a setting just pushing the limits of reality enough to enhance the fantasy. Honestly, it's been a little while since I've re-read this one, but there's little doubt in my mind that it'd be just as erotic the second time around. (Especially if that planned revision/remaster comes around soon 👀) Anyway, my phone's starting to have trouble processing this self-indulgent textwall, so I'll post the honorable mentions separately, probably tomorrow since it's pretty late.
  20. Tiffany’s Omo Accidents This is my first ever story, of any kind, so sorry it is kind of trash and has grammatical errors. Please give me some feedback Characters Tiffany: An 18 year old high school senior who is interested in Omorashi, and does it whenever she can, but sometimes she forgets her prior commitments, and ends up in quite the pickle. Dana: Tiffany’s best friend, who also loves omo, but is much more responsible. Tiffany also dabbles a bit as a diaper lover, and may rope Tiffany into it too. But this story is not about diaper lovers. Chapter 1 Tiffany was excited. Her parents were asleep, no one was around, and her holding session was beginning to get intense. She knew from experience, her bladder was at the point where it could not last more than 20 minutes.. It was at the point where she couldn’t keep scrolling through social media, and her full attention went to her bladder. She was fidgeting, walking around, occasionally pressing her hand on her crotch to stop from leaking. She was truly hap- *Beep**Beep**Beep* Her alarm went off. It spooked her so much that the lifted her hand off her crotch, causing a small leak that dampened the inside of her panties. Tiffany always loved her beauty sleep, so she set her alarm for 7:30, which gave her about 10 minutes to get ready for school before her bus came. She was already in her school uniform (she had been holding it since after school the previous day) and rushed to pack her bags. She narrowly made it on the bus in time. This entire time she still managed to keep her hand on her crotch, which got her some strange looks from other students, but Tiffany did not notice. She didn’t realize her predicament until Dana asked her about it. “So girl, how did the hold to end all holds end up” Dana asked. Tiffany had been hyping up the hold for a while as a 16 hour hold with 4 litres of water in her system. No sleeping it off either. Tiffany was struck with the horror of realizing that she was on the bus for 20 minutes (she lived quite a distance from her school) with a bladder that already screamed to be released. “I forgot to release” moaned Tiffany, she put her hands on her face. “You can still hold it right?” Dana asked. Tiffany let go of her crotch, instantly , causing Tiffany to spray for a second. It was not visible on her skirt, but there was now a large dark spot on her grey cotton panites. Tiffany could not hold it unless she bent over completely and held crotch tightly. Otherwise she would spray and risk explaining a massive wet spot on the bus seat. 5 minutes later and Tiffany was squirming so much that the squeak of her bus seat got her glances from several places around the bus. If she was to have an accident on the bus, it would not be the first time her classmates saw her have one. She was trying so hard, but kept leaking. It got to the point where the seat was clearly damp, but she just had to make it to school so she could feel the sweet relief of emptying her bladder. A few minutes away from school, things went from bad to worse. Tiffany was working so hard to hold that she was a ghostly shade of white. Her bladder clearly stuck out from the rest of her body, and she was desperately pinching her crotch in order to not embarrass herself again in front of her fellow classmates. After what seemed like an eternity, the bus rolled to a stop. Dana knew what to do, she helped Tiffany up, even though it made Tiffany spray for a good 3 seconds. It formed a small puddle a under her. Everyone saw and rushed out of Dana and Tiffany’s way. They were walking on the sidewalk up to the school-to the bathrooms of sweet relief-when Jake, the most attractive boy in school came into view. “Look” Dana exclaimed “It’s Jake”. It was widely known Tiffany had a crush on Jake. Tiffany sprang up, ready to converse with Jake, but as they started to face each other, Tiffany’s bladder erupted. She began urinating uncontrollably and the urine quickly formed a puddle on the ground, she wanted to stop-but she couldn’t. The relief was so intense, she couldn’t help but orgasm as she continued to pee for a solid minute and a half. The urine was completely translucent and spilled out onto the grass in front of the school and the street on the other side. It lapped over Jake’s shoes, as he stood in complete shock and awe of what had happened. Tiffany’s bladder was still aching and her urethra was on fire, she tried to stammer an apology, but Jake ran away before she could speak a word. Please tell me about any changes I should make to this chapter, or what should happen in the next chapter.
  21. Note: all characters are 18 years or older. also, first story....go easy on me. As the sun peeked over the horizon Johnathan sat up and looked through the dirty windows of the abandoned building he and his sister, Kelly, were staying in. He leaned over and poked Kelly “Kelly, it’s time to wake up.””Nooo! Five more minutes” “Kelly, get up now before the sun gets too high up. If you don’t we won’t be able to go outside to pee cause we’ll get burnt. So, get up now!” Johnathan said as he quickly pulled the blanket off of her revealing her wet sex underneath. Johnathan’s face turned as red as a fire truck as he asked “Kelly where are your underwear and pajama bottoms?””OH Shit” she yelled as she tried to cover herself up while blushing. “Language!” “I don’t give a fuck about my language go get my bag and get my skirt and underwear” she yelled “and get my bra and shirt too!” “Jesus! You may be older by five fuckin minutes but damn i have a stronger bladder, what is this the third fuckin time in two days that you’ve pissed your pants” “Yeah i pissed myself that’s better than what happened to you when you tried to drain that cow” “We agreed we’d never fucking mention that again!” “You shit yourself” “s..shut the fuck up!”Johnathan said as he started to unzip his jeans, he turned around and sighed as a powerful stream of pee flowed from his member. Little did he know Kelly had snuck up behind him “BOO!” Kelly yelled “OH” he yelped “shit Kelly you gave me a heart attack” Kelly giggled “ now turn around I gotta go too” Kelly turned around and squatted using Johnathan’s leg for support. She sighed as a weak stream poured from her sex “most of it came out last night” A few minutes later she stood up and pulled her panties up over her plump ass and then pulled up her black denim skirt and bucked her belt. She grabbed her helmet and goggles and scarf. She put the helmet and the goggles on then wrapped the scarf around her neck and cheeks. Johnathan had done the same, but had black jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. Kelly pulled on her black 3/4 length socks and pulled on her shoes. Johnathan pulled on his boots and grabbed the sleeping bags and tossed Kelly her now dry soiled clothes which she packed into a bag and slung it over her shoulder and walked outside to Johnathan’s bike. A WW2 era motorcycle with a sidecar. Kelly sat in the sidecar and Johnathan drove. After Johnathan climbed on he checked a snub nosed .44 revolver and holstered it in between the motorcycle and the sidecar. He started the engine, revved it and drove off down the road toward the highway. To be continued….
  22. Hi! I'm a freelance writer who plans to post my practice mini-stories here to get the word out about my writing and have a portfolio people can come to, seeing if they like my work enough to purchase something custom! Things I will NOT write: - Non-Consensual Sexual activity, anything non-sexual is totally fine. - Children being involved in sexual content, ABDL or CGL with an above 18 consenting adult is totally fine. Things I WILL write: - Anything that does not fall into the above categories! [Prices] 2 cents per word. 100 words = $2.00 Rush Orders are available, this means every word would be 4 cents per word. 100 words = $4.00 ~Must be paid before I start working, I have some commission work on my profile already if you'd like to take a peek at my writing style, or finished products. [Accepting] - Cashapp | Contact Me | Discord: Harpy#9737 Email: [email protected]
  23. Disclaimer! This is a work of fiction that will involve somewhat unrealistic sizes. For those of you who are willing to stick past that, this is also probably going to be prone to a super-wonky or otherwise limited update schedule, and I may not ever truly finish this story before moving on to the next, as I'm writing it by the seat of my pants. There isn't a terribly large amount of omorashi in this opening yet, either, and may be a little dark on the themes to start with, but I intend to move into far more omorashi content than what's already here. My thanks to all the fiction writers on this site, as without the numerous stories that have inspired me to make this, I'd have never gone so far as to even do this much. "I'm afraid you really don't have any other options. Your debts are considerable, and we are not open to negotiation." "B-but it's not my debt! You can't possibly do this, it can't be legal!" "Unfortunately, you are the sole heir to that failure of a company, and since it was left to you, so are the unpaid loans. If you would like to take us to court, we'll gladly provide you funds for defense, which will undoubtedly lead to further repayments. You're already looking at several lifetimes of debt, you should be thankful we're willing to give you an option at all." "Is it really that much of a choice? To be put in one of those... shows?" "You are exceedingly lucky to have so many sellable features, otherwise you would not even have this meager freedom." She looked over the papers, skipping past numerous legal documents detailing the severity of her inherited debt. A few medical sheets with increasingly odd figures. The important ones, though, involved the waivers for those "shows"..." "Each of these shows, the details... This can't even be PHYSICALLY possible, let alone legally! Who would ever agree to... to this?" It didn't matter which of the sheets she held up. "You will. Or, one will be chosen for you. You are fully capable of fulfilling everything laid out in those documents, and you are lucky that we aren't forcing you through them in sequence. Continue to make this hard for us, and we might yet." She continued to read through them, desperately seeking for something... vanilla. At least, not as extreme as the first one she'd read. Each one was so needlessly detailed about what it would bring, the sheer absurdity of each show laid out in plain, dry legal text... "Fine. I can't possibly read through any of these and make a choice like that. You decide. You practically own me now, anyway." "Correct. Perhaps if you keep such a dutiful mentality, you will be debt-free within two seasons. Let's see... No, not this one... Anal's a little too much even with your lower body... Ah, perfect." "P-perfect?" "You'll be repaying your debts by appearing in our live omorashi shows. If you haven't read through it, you may wish t-" "No. I'm... aware, of what that is. Knowing the depraved levels people like you are willing to take it, well... I'd rather not know." "You're only delaying the inevitable. Sign here. By signing, you agree to eight shows, a full season, and a contract renewal at the end of the season..." The rich lawyer droned on. Liability. Nondisclosure. The more he spoke, the less she understood. Her eyes tried to stick to the signature lines, but every inch of the paper was covered in statements that brought a shiver to her spine. Only once did she protest. "Upwards of FOUR LITERS? You can't inflict that on someone! It just isn't possible!" "If you had read the full extent of this document, you would know of the entrance procedures, which will further enhance your already considerable natural talent. Four is an understatement for what you're truly capable of. Secondarily, I would much rather you keep interruptions to an absolute minimum, or I will personally instruct our handlers to test the limits of the phrase "upwards of". She got the message. Maybe the "beads" show would have been better, at least that one said "no more than one hundred"... With each signature, she made their ownership more final. Resisting their demands would have only meant far more trouble later on... They were a very, very influential mega-company, so powerful that even the government couldn't touch them. The rumors were common- seedy underground shows of utterly decadent "fetish shows" where the affluent and wealthy could satisfy the darkest of their desires... Shows that seemingly pushed the extreme limits of physical capability, making things straight out of fantasies undoubtably, un-challengably real. Sometimes, blurry recordings made their way up to dark corners of the internet, appearing for a day or two before mysteriously dissapearing. She'd seen one such movie- everyone had, though no one admitted to it- and the idea that such a thing was real... The majority of her was some mix of disgusted and frightened, embarrassed. Some tiny part of her subconscious may have buzzed with excitement, but most likely, it was just adrenaline coursing through her as she realized the gravid reality of her situation. "And that's the last one. If you were a worthy business partner, I'd tell you to enjoy working alongside our firm. However, that doesn't really apply here... If you want the honest, off the record truth, I can't wait to see your first show. It's not often we get someone so... potentially talented." She shivered. "Potentially talented" was not a combination of words she wanted to hear. - "Processing" took three days. The company's people swooped in, changed everything, and left, as quickly and as cleanly as possible. She was once Isabel, daughter of a young, divorced upshot trying to sell his various patents, and now she was simply gone. Isabel ceased to exist outside of her own, and her ruling company's, eyes. These last days marked the end of her freedom, as at the end of her three-day grace period, a number of staff wearing labcoats soon took her away. The vehicle they chose was possibly at one point an ambulance, although the logo upon it now was one she didn't recognize- possibly a subsidiary of the huge firm she now belonged to. Doctor types swarmed around her, instructing her to do various things- including swallowing a number of pills, and taking a few shots. No part of the process was pleasant, but even though they obviously wanted to work quickly, they at least did a careful job. At the end of it all, she was presented with a small candy, as well as a large bottle of water. Before she could question it, one of the doctors automatically went into an explanation, as if they'd done this hundreds of times. "Eat, drink, now. All that stuff we gave you is for a very specific purpose and- looking through your file- it should be working incredibly well. We have to have our tests done by the time we arrive. It would be best if you cooperate with us, and contain yourself for the trip. Understand?" Isabel sighed, but nodded. She already knew that whatever was in the candy, or the water, would definitely cause a reaction... In truth, she could already feel the tell-tale twinge of need between her legs, but it was mild- even moreso than usual, now. She'd always been blessed with not just a spacious bladder, but an ironclad one, something she'd found out in her youth as she dodged numerous potential accidents her friends couldn't avoid. Her reminiscing was broken by a sharp reminder to drink, and so, she did. The vehicle began to move after she'd taken about half of the water in, suddenly realizing that it had a particularly bitter aftertaste. She didn't need to ask about it- at best, it was just caffeine, but she had no doubt it was a far stronger substance. She dutifully sucked down the rest of the water bottle before popping the small, sweet candy into her mouth to kill the bitterness of the diuretic water. Aside from the general sense of unease, however, the ride was entirely uneventful. She had no window to look out of from the back of the almost ambulance-like vehicle, and inquiry was met with a short "Because of secrecy". No doubt, these places had to be secret... It couldn't have been very long at all, especially since her need hadn't grown all that much, before another water was handed to her. "Drink." Isabel considered asking for a candy, but after taking a sip, she realized that this bottle was pure, clean water. She sipped... and waited. And sipped, and waited. After drinking the entire first bottle in a hurry, she wasn't too keen on drowning herself with another, and the bottles weren't exactly small, either. Sip, pause, silence. Sip, pause... silence. She finished her bottle just as boredom got the better of her. "What are you testing me for, anyway?" The doctor let out a pained huff, but was obviously more bored than perturbed. "Capacity. You were already pretty spacious, but with certain enhancements produced by the things we gave you earlier, you'll be able to... fulfil those contracts. Don't ask me how it works, I won't tell you, and you wouldn't understand anyway." "Sheesh..." The ride continued in this pattern. Bottle, silence, drink, small talk, silence. Repeat. By her third normal bottle- her fourth in total- she finally noticed her bladder starting to get more demanding with it's urges. "Normally I'd have flooded this van already..." she mused quietly. "Yes, you would have. That first drink is to dull certain senses and allow you to hold to your new limit more comfortably. The new cell growth needs a good test before we can let you do the show." "I... see." she lied, only half understanding what they meant. She'd expected to be utterly dying for a leak by the time they reached their destination, and by all rights, she should have- with all the water, her bladder had begun to bulge out far enough to shock Isabel. She hadn't even noticed it begin to show, but now it was at such a size that she'd have been frantically crossing her legs and bouncing around in a meager, useless attempt at control- and yet here, she was able to sit with her legs together, able to endure with the occasional cross. Another bottle, and barely any effect... A gruff voice sounded from the front of the van. "We're here." "We're here", the doctor repeated, "and, so you know, you're holding roughly three and a half liters of pee. You don't feel it yet because of the drugged first bottle, but that'll wear off fairly soon. Your total capacity is somewhere nearing four, maybe four and a half liters, but just because you've got one of the biggest bladders around doesn't mean you won't get desperate. I guarantee you that the drug will wear off before you're given your room, so if you particularly like your clothes, I'd remove them now." Isabel glared at him, shocked and taken aback by such a bold statement. "Don't look at me like that. It's not like you're gonna be keeping that pride past the front gate." - The building was impressive, modern-looking, and large, although she didn't look at any one thing too hard. A receptionist greeted the doctors, dismissed them, and started on a whirlwind-like tour of the small section of the building Isabel was allowed to see. "The dormitories are self-contained, and you are not to leave them without express permission and escort. Your room is 1108..." She kept going on and on, pointing out various aspects of the living quarters. As long as you didn't look too hard, it wasn't that jail-like, although she definitely wouldn't be leaving of her own accord at any time. There was an outdoor section, with trees and flower beds, even benches and a water fountain. A small auxillary building for laundry, and... "M-miss, where are the, uh, bathrooms? I think... it's starting to wear off..." Slowly, although far too quickly to be from natural filling, Isabel's bladder had started alerting her about just how absurdly full it had become. She crossed her legs as one hand grasped tightly between them, bunching up her skirt. "There is a single shared bathroom that you may use between rooms 1107 and 1108. If you have to go so badly, I would advise you at least avoid the walkways." Isabel shook her head, but she couldn't deny just how rapidly her urge was increasing. Like a wave of desperation, except so much stronger- more like a tsunami, all the water she'd had previously filling her up at a torrential pace. "M-ma'am, in that case, m-my room... key..." "You'll never make it. I would advise hurrying, unless you want to have laundry to do on the very first day." "P-p-please... M-my key..." "If you want to piss all over the sidewalk through your panties, I won't stop you. However, I'm not giving you your key until you finish your tour." "T-then, let's..." Isabel danced about, crossing and double-crossing her legs. She tried doubling over, but her enormous bulge wouldn't let her do so for very long without threatening to empty all over. "This is all part of the tour. Except for the part where I hand you the key, go have my fourth coffee, use that caffeine to power through your paperwork, and try not to piss myself at my desk. You think you're having a rough time? I'm not holding as much, but it'll be hours before I get to pee. At least I don't have to compete. You'd better get used to that need, and fast..." Isabel hardly heard the secretary as she droned on about wetting. Isabel couldn't think straight about anything- her bladder demanded the controls, fighting to take over her brain and rip open her iron sphincter to let out the massive load of piss swirling and rolling in her ballooning bladder. She held and held, tightening and twisting up more and more like a pretzel with each mention of peeing, until finally, she could take no more. Dashing off of the paved path a short distance, Isabel bent down to crudely yank her panties down- she'd already clearly leaked through them, given how she was trembling and spurting from this action alone. Isabel's first high-pressure slugs of hot piss struck against tree and plant alike, before a steady, forceful stream finally cut loose from her bare flower and into the ground below. The secretary looked away, one of her feet bouncing slightly, as Isabel took a full three minutes to completely empty herself. "Here's your room key and keycard", the intern started, twisting about slightly. She continued under her breath, "God, I hate this part... Always makes me have to go... And I've still got hours on my shift..." Isabel took her time removing her soaked panties, left in nothing but a skirt, before gingerly taking the set of keys with her driest hand. "Try not to think about how that skirt's a size too small when you're doing my paperwork, all right?" she teased, seeing it as a fair way to get back at the company for making her piss herself for the first time in recent memory. With a loud, angry huff, the secretary left, walking tensely back through doors that Isabel herself had no clearance to go through. "Guess I'd better get up to my room, then, and dry off right..."
  24. Does anybody know of any good Star Wars fanfics? I like star wars a lot, and there arent many star wars omo fanfics out there.
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