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  1. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    Story by: https://chewbacca111222.deviantart.com It was a day like any other for Christi, all before she’d fallen in love. A little ball of fur with even smaller tufts of fur, petite as can be and a sweetie at that; she’d gotten herself a new pet, and a padded one to boot! It wasn’t until she’d gotten home and worked through the details with her ‘daughter’, Hannah, that the bashful little pup had revealed he could talk. A shocking discovery, no doubt, as her mind boggled over the hypocrisy of a puppy being able to speak, yet needing doggy diapers, but all that nonsense was pressed out of her mind soon enough. With a sharp squeak, the little furball announced himself “Flo”, only to turn away in a bit of shock himself. Christi wouldn’t know it, but the poor little guy was ashamed and nervous, pondering his best moves to woo his new “mommy” as he’d like to call her, taking brief, sporadic glances at her and her surprisingly free sitting diaper, like she couldn’t be more open about herself.From then on, it seemed like days had gone by. Flo was a good, responsible pup, sure, but his true intentions still hid under his puppy guise. Rather than just talk with the beautiful maiden of a mommy, he acted like any little pup would, slowly working up a gallery to woo big mommy into loving him, even if she was already pleasantly pleased with him. Only a few more days, he’d tell himself, change to change, bowl of kibble to another. He’d soon find himself anxiously at her feet, only feet away from Christi’s awesome cleavage, and the sweet nectar of life inside. She mustn’t know...she has to wait, he thought to himself, scribbling his desires onto paper. Reckoning day, 1pm...Flo had finally mustered the courage to ‘face’ his mother. Or rather, to face the cushy, bulky rump of Hannah, currently suckling at the very tits he had yearned after day in and day out. He could feel himself grumbling inside at her. How could she be so lucky and yet work so little at it? Was life to blame, or was it just Hannah’s big boobies too? Are they in on the joke? He questioned himself fruitfully, out of sight of the bonding babes, throughout their lengthy feeding session, before the little cutie above him belched cutely, before her little tummy started to gurgle. He’d known this would happen...just like clockwork. Even a pup could keep track of just when little Hannah’s ticking time bomb would prime, as she pinched her mother’s sides, hoping to get down and rush off to the potty for an inevitable mess halfway there. It was funny, too, at least after he stopped taking toots to the face...stinky, stinky diaper farts...but at least he knew it’d work. Shuffling his paperwork in his hands like an overpaid businessman, he stepped up to Christi, stifling her attempts to help Hannah along. Rather than talk, he stood up as tall as his little legs would take him, perching up on his high toes before reaching his drawing book up, showing Christi what anyone would take as fridge worthy art. Unfortunately, though, she couldn’t quite make out the message, at least from her height, so up Flo went up onto her lap. Their diapers crinkled loudly against one another for a brief moment, making the young pup shiver in excitement. Which, with the comparingly huge mass of soft tissue before him, only got more intense. Yes, he had finally made it, most of the way at least, up to Mommy’s luscious chest, hardly cradled by whatever lacy bra she had perking up her massive bosom. He could feel drool welling up in his mouth as he gazed on, handing off most of the pictures to Mommy Christi....her funbags were nearly the size of his head! How much milk could she make with such beautiful, full breasts! He thought to himself, glancing at her curvaceous figure. He just couldn’t help it; now was his best chance. Clumsily pawing at her bosom, he attempted to free her chest from the small belly shirt that contained them, before eagerly licking at her top, desperate and afraid to lose all the progress he made, all in a pitiful act to get at that which he yearned for so much. The fuss easily drew her attention from the surprisingly well crafted pictures as her now wet, saliva drenched top clung to her sensitivities. Setting them aside, she hoisted the little pup up and out to arm’s length, staring him down like a pervy squirrel that might’ve spiraled its way up her pant leg. Flo could tell it in his bones...that his new Mommy wasn’t too keen on the silly and frankly indecent little show her pup managed to make once brought to her chest level. His excitement showing, her shyly rubbed his legs together, looking down to avoid the judgemental gaze, before softly beginning to sob. Not only were his plans dashed aside by his clumsy paws, but he might have just outed himself from the relationship. All he wanted was her milk, after all, but it’s not like a little pup could expect to be gifted with something so sweet and rich. Fortunately for him, though, his whimpering was just too much to bear. Although a bit confused by his choice of action, Christi thought it made sense with the diaper and all. The little fella must just be hungry, she thought, so she did the only thing she might think he needed. Shifting her top off hand by hand, she exposed her giant chest to him, before reaching behind her, snapping her bra links free, letting her limp bra fall to her padded lap. And like a moth to a light, her little puppy practically lunged full force onto her breasts like a large beanbag chair, for his size at least, latching on tightly only to lick her into moistness. Before too long, he was properly suckling off her large endowment, crying softly at just how sweet it all was...his satisfaction and the milk trickling past his lips and filling him like a warm, cascading river of sweet, creamy milk. Nothing could compare to the rich taste and the comforting feeling of Mother’s chest, slowly extending and contracting beneath him, her heat radiating into him. It made him feel calm, comfortable...at home. At least, that was until the thought hit him, like it had every time he’d indulged in milkies. He’d forgotten again that he was lactose intolerant, which meant that sweet, warm sensation running down his throat might feel just as warm going...home? His little paws clenched and softly kneaded her bosom for support as his stomach protested the new girth rising up in his gullet, her milk churning up a storm in his bowels, sounding off lower and lower. The poor puppy, as quickly as he’d assured his place at home, had found a way to bring along a caveat, as he burst (yes burst) into his poor little padding. Somehow, the thought hadn’t triggered in Christi as her little pup’s bottom sounded off like a tuba swirling in muddy tar. The thought of her baby girl was too familiar, so she’d gotten used to it. Rather than push away, her maternal instincts kicked in, her hands cupping the seat of his expanding diaper. Rather than let it extend down and part open with his excretions, she’d force her hand over the mushy, hot mess, only making the embarrassing, degrading act more horrifying to go through. Not only was Flo uncontrollably being forced to mess by his body’s disagreement with dairy, but he’d also been subjected to a sort of massage like he’d never experienced. As if it was medicinal, it felt like the massage was only making his little bomb of a butt produce more and more, or so he felt as his little butt burned a hole in the seat of his diaper, but sooner rather than later he was done. His stomach could only hold so much, after all, even if his gut wrenching act had smeared to every crease in his poor diapered bottom. Perhaps if she hadn’t interfered with his butt blasts, it might’ve produced some sort of mushy grapefruit left to rot in the sun, but he was too worried on how she felt on it to start deciding on biggest messy ever. To his surprise, Christi decided to reel the little pup back in off of her bosom, giving him a sort of mushy throne atop her chest, making him feel just above her. That feeling, however, soon left. She’d brought him up to eye level not to make him feel welcome, but more to congratulate him on the hefty purge. It wasn’t long before she’d find her hand cupping the seat of his diaper once more, mushing the fine mess into his rump, making Flo squeal and shiver. Never had he felt so nurtured and yet punished...even as his smelly rump made his own nose crinkle in distaste. And yet, all Christi managed to do was sink to his level, chanting how much of a big boy he was, and how much of a nice present he’d made. Of course he’d made several, spread along the floor around them, but he’d known that he was being teased on the bulge, or bulges, in his diaper…He knew he deserved it all, in one way or another. But what he hadn’t expected was about to roll right over him. In the doorway, just past sight of it all, was none other than lil Hannah once again. Sobbing softly to herself, clenching a small toy bunny in her hand (her potty buddy, Mr. Fluffernuts), she stomped her foot, perking her chest out like a mid aged teenage brat. She must’ve been standing in the doorway the whole time, witnessing her mother give away HER milk and HER affection to some puppy! And a stinky one at that! How could she? Hannah was far too upset over the thought that anyone could take her mother away from her, somebody she thought she held exclusively as her own. Whether Christi allowed it or not, Hannah wouldn’t go without a fight getting this thing away from her Mommy. So, without much consideration for the adorable, yet fragrant pup, she shrieked. She shouted, past her built up tension and her welled up tears, if only to stop this...thing from changing her life. “Wha-what are you doing, Mom?!? Do you just...do you feed any old street rat now?!”...silence.
  2. I figure I should draw more. Not only that, but I should draw better. I'll probably take request later, for now I should just focus on drawing more. Well it's been a while, so here's two I did last night. I already warned NSFW, but everyone who looks at my stuff should be prepared for anything. I'm making it a goal to draw more period, but especially what I do best. Already got more coming, there will be plenty of colored and shaded works, I just needed to loosen up a bit first. EDIT: Before It's too late to edit I forgot to mention. I do lots of furry and anthro stuff, but also pony is a favorite of mine. It's all fantasy porn, I don't go around showing this crap to little kids so I don't care. Not afraid of diaper or males, but I don't usually draw them. I tagged yuri because I plan on it.
  3. Adventures in Equestria!

    Hello, and welcome to Curiousanon's Adventures in Equestria! Hopefully if things are successful there will be multiple stories in this thread, and hopefully it will bloom further out into something greater, But I'm getting ahead of myself. DISCLAIMERS! With that out of the way, let's get to options! Tutorial: Creating stories. Each story is made with a number of components. Setting, Character, Tags, Body, and Rating; Though you do not need tags for a story. [Setting] Brakonian Equestria: The most standard setting, involving mostly ponyville and its surrounding areas, though characters and other things from Brakonian Chronicles may appear here (Brakonia is not an important section of the setting, but it does have a number of things that shaped this Equestria, hence why it is mentioned) Equestrian Dungeonland: Warriors and Damsels and Dragons oh my! Travel through a mysterious dungeon, fighting monsters and saving damsels in distress along the way using your skills. Holiday Funland: A setting based around the holidays! While it's fitting for now, this one will permit you to have the fun of a holiday at any time of the year! Hearthswarming eve, Nightmare Night, Hearts and Hooves day...Or even birthdays! (Or any other equestrian holiday you can think of). Private Bedroom: For those times when you don't want a serious plot, but merely raw lust, or a prolonged session with another: This one cuts the chaff of getting into a vulgar situation by letting you start with that lust out in the open air! (Must be playing on Vulgar rating) More settings may be unlocked or suggested with time. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Characters] Note: Not every potential character will be available immediately, some need to be unlocked, some you just have to meet before getting to play them, some you need to meet and THEN unlock. also of note is that some of their stats may not be relevant for [Spike M. Sparkle]: [Male] - [The 16 Year old Dragon adoptee of one Twilight Sparkle, only somewhat recently being hit with puberty due to a relatively complex concept of Dragon maturing best described as Stepped maturation. Having confessed his love for Rarity fully and getting a positive response, he now is waiting 2 years for them to officially begin their relationship, and is saving himself for her... Though his nubile body may betray him at times, time will only tell in that case. In a number of stories he may carry Molly's Notebook, a mysterious script with the ability to potentially turn fantasy to reality with but a name.] On top of that, he has a second personality based on his lust from a magical curse, named for the vice and often also trying to undermine his attempts at celibacy for reasons he doesn't know. (Start with Molly's notebook and an anti-libidinal potion) (stats: High libido, medium high holding capacity) [Twilight Sparkle]: [Female] - [The Element of magic and Princess of Friendship, she lives in the Golden Oaks Library in Ponyville, a bookworm at heart, she has knowledge in a great number of topics and what she doesn't remember off the top of her head she can easily pick off of the shelf within a few minutes. Though her connection with Brakonia has brought out a bit of her Mad Scientist side, fascinated with their complex magical items, creating her own, and improving ones that she's seen. She often gets too invested in her work and has pushed herself to the limit once or twice.] (Stats: Low Libido, medium high Holding Capacity) [Pinkie Pie]: [Female] - [The Party Pony everyone knows, bringing smiles to those who need them and a generally good pony to be around, despite her strange abilities to warp reality around her to comedic effect and ability to see through the fourth wall. She generally just wants to make everyone around her happier, though she's also the most sexually open of the group, whilst she doesn't bring it up at the dinner table, she has no shame and if the setting is appropriate to do is is more than willing to let her freak flag fly.] (Stats: High Libido, medium Holding Capacity) [Fluttershy]: [Female] - [The Element of kindness and the exemplar of the silent shy type, Fluttershy works as an animal caretaker near Ponyville. Shy as the name implies and innocent, she hasn't had any kind of 'experiences' in her life, and generally prefers not to mention it to her friends unless she's caught red hooved by someone in the middle of an act. Either way she is a caring friend who can worm her way into the heart with her demeanor, and accidentally ensnare the senses if she isn't careful, or if she decides to Stare you down.] (Stats: Medium High Libido, but shy about doing anything with anyone else. Medium holding capacity) We'll start with these four for now, with more characters coming as they are met in-story. More characters can be also unlocked with time. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Ratings] Note on ratings: Ratings Plot: A rating for those who care more about the story, and less about the lewd. vulgar acts are to a minimum: Storybuilding and plotlines are key. Lewd: This setting is the default setting. While there is a decent amount of story, vulgar things are both more commonplace, and more..noted. A healthy balance of plot, and play. Naughty: This setting adds in the possibility for naughty release, through self-pleasure and other means. A step up from Lewd, but a step below... Vulgar: This setting adds in vulgar release, through others, as well as all above. Sexual acts are more common, and noted on, than actual plot. One must be willing to bear (and/or bare) it all in this setting. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Tags] You can select any number of tags as long as they don't conflict (for example no mixing Yaoi and Yuri) Yaoi: This setting will primarily focus on males, and their lust for one another. (Cannot be used on Plot) Yuri: This setting will primarily focus on females and their lust for one another. (Cannot be used on Plot) Omorashi: Add this tag to unlock bladder urges and make wetting a possibility. Also this tag is what makes the Holding Capacity stat relevant. Combat: Add this tag to make a more combat-centric story. More tags can be suggested. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Body] Body decides how the Pony characters will be presented. the only Main Character exception to this rule is that Spike will always look the same no matter the body choice (Sorry fans of human Spike or full on anthro Spike) Feral: Standard Show Style. Semi-Anthro: Having more anthropomorphic features but still being close to the 'normal' style. often bipedal Anthro: Anthropomorphic, but still having hooves on their legs in place of feet. Very Anthro: Closer to human than pony. Human: Completely Human, characters with Wings lose them, but magical characters still have spells. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Achievements] As stories go on, achievements can be gotten through doing a number of things. Here are a Few to start off. [The Inevitable:] [Wet yourself] [Tampering with Powers you Don't Understand] [???] [Lewd...] [???] [LEWD!] [???] [Schmuck Bait] [???] [Bumping the Ratings] [???] [Bring on the Waterworks!] [???] [Headache] [???] [Embrace Desire!] [???] [Relief] [???] [Noisemaker]: [???]
  4. just some commissions and free time stuff i did that have pee and what not~
  5. By The Fireplace

    From the album My Edits

    Looks to me like a classic "Christmas group photo taken at the worst possible time" situation to me.
  6. Hey Guys! I haven't posted here in a... couple of year. >_> Thought I'd share some of the art I've done recently as a warm up to getting back into using the site Most art will be commissions, as it's not often I get to draw my own characters so much. (Either Ashi or Kaze the green/blue pony!) Also mostly furry and pony art as I'm not particularly great with drawing humans. I do offer commissions, for those interested, Prices and such are on my Trello I also have Deviantart and FurAffinity!
  7. Another Long Round

    From the album Furry Omorashi

    Decided to do a male version of "gaming while desperate for a piss". Also pretty proud of how the pee in the bottle came out. :3
  8. Filling the Jar

    From the album Furry Omorashi

    Jarate's great for TF2-based pee smut. :3c
  9. this is a comic im working on, some people said they'd be interested so imma upload it, it is nsfw and depicts pokemon in sexual acts and suggestive situations. they arnt anthro either. this comic isnt only about pee but covers various things, but it hasnt gotten that far. so enjoy.
  10. Female Furry Omorashi

    So this whole "keeping one thread for my artwork" thing isn't going well with the 60-day stale timeout. Did this lately and forgot to post it here.
  11. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    Commissioned by WeaselHero (from FA) Two regressed baby weasels, looking suddenly much cuter, than their adult coundterpart. Little Cez, on the right, is having a tinsy bit of trouble controlling his sudden baby urges to release....he'll get the hang of it one day. ^o^ Though little Clovis on the left is feeling the uncomforting squishing of the diaper, as his friend leans a bit too far on the smooshy stinky padding. X3 Hope changes come soon for these tiny toddlers.
  12. Out Of Order

    From the album Kaze's Artwork

    This is a piece I drew for my partner of his 'fursona;, Zest. He also wrote a little story to go with it which can be found here:

    © http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12804948/

  13. Version Platinum edition

    227 downloads

    Original: https://blankieplush.tumblr.com/post/158513061533/cadyr-winding-down-after-a-long-day-at-work I thought it felt incomplete without sound so I added the sound in myself. It took me all day to do. I hope it enhances the experience.

    Free

  14. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    (note me if you wanna commission me, thanks) Commissioned by The_Char_Char Captain Squishypants (aka Char) he is captain of the flying airship, known as The Black Rose. This brave and arrogant sky-sailor doesn't play by the rules, and he'll blow away any sky-pirate dumb enough to challenge him and his flying vessel. With dark skies, and heavy winds, a stinky warrior has no need to change his diaper that often, so he travels full, with little worry....except for those directly behind, but knowing my fans, I'm sure you guys wouldn't mind. ..>////////w////>..
  15. Disclaimer: This is an omorashi series that involves a non-human female main character and violence that comes from combat. Recently I started playing Final Fantasy Tactics Advance 2 at the same time that I wanted to practice writing fiction. After doing some thinking, I began to insert a character into my clan and began to imagine scenarios that she could get herself into. This naturally led to the current story that will be posted. The following is a link to the wiki that provides information and examples on the races, jobs and Jylland: http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Final_Fantasy_Tactics_A2:_Grimoire_of_the_Rift Since this was a practice piece, I don't think that it is perfect and there may be a few errors despite my proofreading. Because it deals with a semi-long period of time, I tried to write it in the form: broad-detailed-broad, so that the focus is on the action and main omorashi scene. Naturally, any criticism is appreciated. My goal is to use this character and this story to get better at writing and write longer and more detailed omorashi stories. I tried to include vocabulary that would be used in the games or other Final Fantasy games such as magick instead of magic or Hume instead of human. Enjoy! --------------------------------------------------------------------- Prologue: The First Hunt It was the tenth day of the month of Rosefire in the Jylland city of Graszton. The sun was shining on a seasonally clear day on the southern port city. A cool breeze floated off of the Ewhol sea and onto the people crowding the streets in the usual morning places. In one area, dockhands were unloading trade goods from the variety of different docked ships. Further in, merchants were peddling their goods at the stalls in the market place, customers were drinking at the many pubs and courtesans were dancing both inside and outside the brothels. Throughout the city, groups of people in seemingly coordinated garments were walking the streets, visiting the pubs and keeping the guards at the main gates busy. These groups were known as clans, or a band of adventurers that work to complete various tasks for the people of Jylland to gain renown and wealth. Clans are usually protected by a judge, a mystical force characterized by a stoic knight in armor. As long as the clans follow the law set in place by the judge in battle, they cannot die in combat. Despite these benefits, some clans choose to not have a judge arbitrate their battles. Freedom of choice was important to the people of Jylland. At a small bookstore in the northern section of the city stood a young Nu Mou named Mareen, who leaned on the counter with elbows and rested her head on the palms of her hands. Like most Nu Mou, she stood at about half the height of an average Hume. Her skin was a light shade of grey tinted with a very light shade of green and was soft from her many years studying and working in the shop rather than doing manual labor. On the side of her head came down two large ears that reached down to her modest sized breasts, resting against her body. In the natural hole that forms in them, there was a single copper clasp in each one. On the back of her head flowed locks of pure white hair that was tied up in a braid going about halfway down her back. She wore a simple off-white linen robe that was one of her favorite choices as the weather got warmer. Her thick tail was covered in the same pure white hair that grew on her head and wore sandals that were made specifically of the foot design of the Nu Mou. Due to her young age of sixty-two, as Nu Mou usually lived three times longer than there Hume counterparts, Mareen still retained a thin body shape, though with the usual plump Nu Mou proportions on her thighs and abdomen. Mareen sat there with her brow furrowed in disappointment. Where was he? Of all the days to be this late. She thought to herself letting out a huff of air from her snout. Today was one of the biggest days of her life; it was to be her first outing with a clan on a hunt. Mareen was a practicing black mage, and took to studying it in her free time. She did not have the money to attend any of the academies in the area, but there were a few tomes in the shop that taught her the basics. The shop was losing money, causing her family to go out of their way to drum up customers to the shop, but it still was not enough. By chance, while walking home from visiting a friend, Mareen saw a posting on a billboard outside a pub of a clan looking for a black mage. Not only was there money involved, but the adventurer lifestyle was something that Mareen always romanticized from stories in her books. Waiting for the part-time shopkeeper was pure torture for the young Nu Mou brimming with excitement. A small bell rang against itself as the front door opened. Returning the shop to focus, Mareen looks at the door to see a male Hume dressed in tan breeches and a leather vest. “You’re late, Christoph.” A distinct annoyance in her voice. The young Hume replied. “Yes, I’m so sorry Ms. Mareen, won’t happen again. I was caught up by the crowds and couldn’t get by them.” He moved to behind the counter with Mareen and puts on his shop-keeping robe. Not wanting to take any more time than necessary, she let out a sigh and decided not to instigate it further. “It’s no problem, look after the shop and treat it like your own.” Christoph smiled radiantly. “Yes Ms. Mareen, you can count on me!” Mareen nodded at the eager part-timer. His duty was to look over the shop while she was away. The note said it was expected to take a little less than a month, so she had to find extra hands to manage the shop. Naturally, her family will be back and forth to check up on everything. With a slight skip in her step, Mareen hurried to the upstairs shared bedroom to grab her belongings. Upon entering the room and closing the door, she took off her robe, folded it and placed it in the knapsack by her bed. Walking around in her tan-colored linen underwear and brassiere, she takes a blue robe and a yellow pointed hat from a hook on the wall by her bed. She raised her arms and the robe slid gracefully down her body. She placed the hat on her head, and picked up a wooden rod that helped her channel magickal energy. Giggling like a youthful Hume, Mareen looked at a nearby mirror and twirled once. Her handmade robe that she spent half a year making fit perfectly. It did not have any frills or pockets like the official robes, but it still had the blue outer layer made of cotton with an off-while inner layer of the more affordable linen. Her hat was made of several pieces of chocobo leather sewn together and dyed yellow. Afterwards, she strapped on her boots that were made of a thicker leather than her sandals. She looked over the bill one last time. It advertised that both a tent and food would be provided by the clan. Looking at the supplies in-front of her, she began to put them into her bag. These items included a bedroll and blanket suited for warmer weather, a small lantern to hang from the tent, ink and parchment to write down her adventure in, several books to review her magick and outdoor skills and more important, a recently cleaned chamber pot. Mareen was not opposed to relieving her bladder outside, as she does it every so often like many Graszton’s citizens, but the thought about leaving her tent at night worried her. It was on the smaller size than ones seen in inns, but it could more than the contents of the Nu Mou’s rather small bladder. Blushing a light pink from embarrassment, she hid it in her bag beneath her extra clothes and other odds and ends. Satisfied with her packing, she strapped the back tight and slung it onto her back. It was a little heavier than she was used to, but that only fired up her determination more. “All right Mareen, you’ve worked hard for this day. Let’s make sure not to disappoint anyone!” She raises a fist in the air and cheers for herself. She takes her gear and marches out of the bedroom, through the shop (nor forgetting to wave goodbye to Christoph, who wished her well) and entered the busy streets of Graszton. Holding the bill in one hand and one of her pack straps with the other, Mareen looked at where the meeting place and time was. It read Meet at The Canary at the second hour from the beginning of the sun’s descent on the 10th day of enflamed flower. “An odd way to put it.” Mareen said to herself. The canary was a working-class pub in the western part of the city, so it was about half an hour from her family’s shop. Looking up at the sky, the sun was well into its ascent. “Oh, I’m late!” Mareen broke into as fast a jog as her short legs would allow her, dodging the crowds of people as best she could. It took about twenty minutes of jogging for her to reach The Canary. Out of breath and already beginning to sweat, this was more physical activity than she was used to on a daily basis. She scanned the crowd out of the pub for anyone that would look like a clan as she tried to catch her breath. As she scanned the crowd, she felt a noticeable pressure in her lower stomach. “Haaahh... it seems... It seems that I... hah... missed something before I set off...” Despite not drinking any more than she usually would, the nervousness and excitement of her first hunt must have made her body process the liquids faster. “I should find the clan first just to let them know that I am here.” Turning to her right, she saw a group five adventurers standing by a small flock of chocobos, the beast of burden in Jylland and Ivalice as a whole. The group consisted of a Hume theif, a viera archer, two Seeq vikings and a Bangaa white monk. Mareen regained her composure and approached the group. As she approached, she noticed that the Viera tapped the shoulder of the Hume and pointed her out. Smiling at the Nu Mou, The Hume raised his hand and flagged down Mareen. “Are you Clan Backdraft?” Mareen asked when she passed through the crowd to the Hume. “In the flesh. You must be a black mage who’s looking for work, yeah?” He smiled, showing a few of his missing teeth that contrasted against his youthful face. “Yes sir, I am Mareen, neophyte black mage, native of Gazton.” She reached out her hand. He responded by firmly grabbing her hand. “Nice to meet ya, Mareen. The name’s Beltran, leader of Clan Backdraft and trained thief. These are my clan mates.” He motioned to the group behind him as they worked. From what Mareen could gather, Delia was the Viera. The Bangaa is their cook and goes by the name Heat and the Seeq were Hodges and Higgins. The chocobo handler was from a separate rental service. “Now, we are about to head out. Is there anything you need before we leave?” Feeling a slightly stronger urge in her bladder, Mareen responded after putting her bag on the chocobo. “I umm…. I need to refill my canteen I think.” She pulled it out of the top of her bag. “Be right back!” Upon entering The Canary she found the door for the women’s restroom and went inside. It was a small room, with a single trough running along a sidewall. On the back wall was a small window at the top that let in light and a small fountain opposite of the trough that constantly poured out water. “Well, it’s better than nothing.” Mareen said as she approached one of the divider walls that separated the “stalls.” Each “stall,” and there were only three total, had a seat affixed to it for the women’s comfort. This older style of public lavatory was becoming more and more uncommon in Graszton, but Mareen could deal with it if she was alone in the room. To her a toilet was a toilet. Growing up working in the city meant there were more than a few times that she would have to duck into a quiet alley to relieve herself. Her one stipulation is that if someone is in close proximity, she would get bladder shy. Fortunately she was alone in the room, as her need was growing more desperate the closer she got to her release. She entered the nearest “stall,” lifted her robe and lowered her underwear, sitting down on the wooden ring with her tail pressed against the wall. Mareen let out a sigh as she eagerly released her bladder; the warm liquid hitting the hard bottom and rolling down to the nearest drain. Feeling relieved, she cleaned herself and checked over everything with the bathroom mirror before returning to Beltran. “Ready?” “Ready.” The party casted off from The Canary and out the western gate. The journey was divided into two main portions, travel by road and travel by forest trail. The trip to the forest took about three days. They started out on the well-maintained highways that allowed them to travel swiftly and sleep in relative luxury. During the day, Mareen tried to strike up conversation about almost anything she could think about, but the only clan member who would respond more than a few times was Beltran, who seemed to enjoy her sunny disposition and cheerful attitude because it contrasted the serious, professional aura of the others. Their nights were spent in relatively cheap common rooms at local inns. Each night, the sleep was easy to find for the tired Nu Mou. By the fourth day the group reached the Zedlei forest, with its generous mix of coniferous and deciduous trees, and it was here that Mareen finally experienced her first day of camping. Despite her fatigue, she managed to set up her tent with the help of the clan leader and eagerly crawled inside it, excited to set up everything. She hung the lantern from the pole in the center, unrolled her bedroll. Once she laid on it, she quickly drifted off to sleep. It became normal on this trip that she did not once write on her parchment nor did she open any of her books. The next morning, one of the Seeq, Higgins, saw her try to empty her chamber pot discreetly behind a bush before washing it. She was mortified when she realized he saw her, and blushed bright red, but the Seeq merely blew air out of his nose and carried on walking in the direction he was going. Hurrying with her duties, Mareen made her preparations to pack up and continue marching. In the early afternoon on the seventh day, the clan reached the area that would serve as the base of operations for this hunt. Tired and dusty from the fourth day of marching on forest trails, Mareen goes about her usual business of setting up her tent. The tent went up faster than the previous days as she got used to it. After she finished pounding stakes into the ground, she put her belongings into the tent and walked over to the rest of the group The group gathered around a fire pit that was placed in the center of the camp. Sticks and logs were piled up in the manner of a cabin, but the fire was not yet lit. On one log sat Beltran and Heat, enjoying pleasant conversation. To their left silently sat Delia and Higgins. Across from them Hodges, quietly waiting for the meeting to start and seemingly disinterested at Mareen sitting next to him. “Alright, it seems like everyone is here.” The Hume said a few minutes after Mareen took her seat. He continued on in a more serious tone that Mareen did not know was possible. “I know we usually do these meetings in the morning, but since we arrived earlier than expected, I wanted to review the details just so we’re all on the same page.” Everyone nodded in agreement. “Great, so here’s what we have.” He pulls out a few pieces of parchment from a scroll case on his side, unrolls it and begins to read from it. “What we are looking for is a black chocobo that the local farmers call The Black Wind. It is wanted for hostile activity done to local farmers and for rallying monsters to steal livestock and destroy farms.” Mareen raised her hand. “But it’s just a chocobo, right? Couldn’t the farmers just lure it into a trap?” The Hume looks at Mareen and then speaks to the group. “That’s where we come in. The chocobo is known for its fierceness in battle and the strong allies it recruits. It is also known for fleeing from battle. That’s where you come in Mareen. You will make or break this hunt for us.” Mareen nervously nodded her head. “What part do I have to play in this?” The Hume smiles. “What we need for you to do is wait on the top of this hill.” He points at a large hill sticking out of the forest behind Mareen. “As the creature becomes injured, it will fly to the top of the canopy. Since you will already be waiting there, we need for you to finish it off with your magic.” “But why not have your more seasoned archer up there?” “Quite simply, magic is more accurate. Also, we would be able to move faster on the ground. By that I mean no offense.” Mareen nodded again. The Hume continued to go over the details for a while longer. “That sums it up and it doesn’t look like anybody has any questions.” His less serious demeanor returns will his usual smile. “One more cheer for Clan Backdraft!” Despite their usual silence, the rest of the clan and Mareen joins him in a loud cheer. Everyone then returns to what they were doing. The Viera returned to watch duty, the two Seeq gathered firewood, and the Bangaa continued to set up his cooking supplies. The Hume motioned to Mareen and they went over a few minor details. The evening passed by and the camp falls silent. Mareen hardly slept that night and shot up from her bedroll as she heard the chocobos. She ate her simple breakfast quietly with the rest of the clan. As always, they did not seem like people who were at their best in the morning. About halfway through the morning, when the sun was still rising, the planning phase for the hunt began. Mareen was already briefed last night, so Beltran recommended that she begin setting up her position as soon as she was ready. Grabbing her weapon and canteen from the tent, she let the clan know where she was going and set off towards the hill, smiling and waving back to the group as they made their own preparations. With determination in her eyes, she began to hike the hill as the clan was making final preparation to begin the hunt. The path seemed well traveled as there was clean path that was only overgrowing with light green spring grasses. Despite the relatively cool weather, Mareen made sure to take frequent drinks from her canteen. The trip up the hill was uneventful. After about forty-five minutes, she reached the halfway point, she decided to rest at a nearby spring that the path diverged towards. The water gave off a cool sensation to the air around it and was as pure a blue as Mareen has ever seen. It came out of a rock crevice on the side of the hill and flowed into a small pool below it. She decided to take a short rest by the water to rest her legs for what remained of her climb. Hearing the water, Mareen was reminded of all the water she drank and took a few minutes to relieve herself by a large pine tree. Once she was done, she walked up to the fountain and closely inspected it. “It looks safe enough.” She said to herself. Looking around, she noticed some scrawled writing on a rock above the stream. It was worn away with age, but it was still somewhat legible to the seasoned scholar. “Oh, a message. Let’s see what it says… Drink from this… spring… and… I think that means waters? No matter, it doesn’t seem to be dangerous and there are no other creatures around. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little sip...” She cupped her hands in the cool water and brought some to her mouth. It was sweeter than the water from creek at the camp. “Delicious! I should take some more with me.” She dipped her canteen in the spring and filled it to the brim. Shouldering it again, she took off back on the trail. “Whew.” Mareen sighed as she lifted the front of her hat and wiped a small amount of sweat from her forehead with a small handkerchief. The hilltop was clear of tress, except for on the fringes, and there were rocks and stumps scattered around. The ground was a mix of medium sized grass and patches of dirt. Despite the pleasant weather and the shade of the trees, climbing the rather steep slope of rocks and roots was different than the stone stairs of the city. Resting her gear on a nearby rock, Mareen opened her canteen and took another gulp of the forest’s water. As the cool liquid went down her throat, she heard the faint sounds of combat coming from below her in the forest. “Oh, they must have started. I should have about half of an hour in that case.” Leaning backwards against the rock her equipment is on, she leaned her head down and closed her eyes. She was nervous, yes, but right now she needed to rest her legs above all else. Despite her obligations to the group, and the growing pressure in her bladder, fatigue caught up to Mareen and she quickly drifted into sleep. “KWEH!?” Mareen snaps awake as she hears the distinct cry of a chocobo. Adrenaline shot through her body as she realized her lack of preparedness and in a rush to make up for lost time, grabbed her rod from the rock and headed to the edge of the cliff opposite of her. She moved to prepare her spell so that it is ready to launch when the bird appears from the canopy but is then interrupted by an excruciating pain coming from her lower stomach. Before she could react, a small jet of urine shoots from her urethra, soaking her underwear. In a fit of instinct, she immediately closes her legs and slams her free hand between them to hold herself. “By the Twelve!” she yells, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I have to relieve myself again…?” Her voice slowly turning into moans of both pleasure and pain. Despite the agony of her dangerously full bladder, there was something about the pressure that caused a pleasant sensation of where her hand was. “KWEEEEEHHHH!!!” The shrill sound echoed from the forest and Mareen lets out another leak. My smallclothes… But I have to focus, this is for the shop. She briefly collected herself and scans the tree line, all the while grabbing herself between her legs. “KWEH!” the chocobo cries out again as it emerges from the top of the tress, it’s feathers a beautiful shade of dark purple. There was no mistaking it; this was the mark. This is it! Mareen thought to herself and in a split second turned her head to the beast and uttered a few words while raising her rod. A small fireball manifested itself in-front of her and hurled itself at the chocobo, flying right over its head. “Dammit!” she exclaimed and winced as another spurt of urine leaked through her soaked underwater, absorbing into the section of her blue robe that she pressed against herself. In the brief pause following the missed spell, the chocobo turned to fly away from Mareen’s position on the hill. As it tried to fly away, an arrow shot up from the forest floor and grazed the bird, causing it to hesitate. It’s now or never… Mareen thought to herself as she removed her hand from between her legs and used it to form a sign. Her legs trembling, she used a different incantation that was slightly longer in length. “Blizzara!” she yells as a large spike of ice shot out from her position at the red bird, landing a direct hit on its left wing. “K-KWE-E-EHH!” It screams in pain as it tumbled down into the forest below. Without skipping a beat, Mareen squated down where she was standing, pulled up the front of her robe and urinated on the dirt ground between her feet through her underwear. She smiled to herself and breathed a sigh of relief. Pleasure like nothing else she felt before shot through her body as the pent-up liquid escaped her bladder. At the same moment, she heard the rustle of grass behind her. She turned her and saw two goblin-like creatures, called Baknamy, approaching her from behind. Panic stricken, she barely managed to stop her stream and tried to stand up as one of the Baknamy threw a rock at her. The stone sailed through the air, scoring a direct hit in the space between her shoulders. Yelling out in pain, Mareen lost her balance and falls forward towards the hillside; her hat flying off with the wind into the air. Unable to control herself, her bladder opened again to release the rest of its contents, turning the front of her robe from a light blue to a darker shade of blue. Despite the searing pain between her shoulders, she pushed herself onto her side, facing the Baknamy that are now moving closer. With her urine now escaping down her thigh, she took up her rod and flung a fireball at the Baknamy on the right. The creature grunted in pain and retaliated by throwing the rock it was holding at Mareen. She turned her head before the rock struck her and it landed a direct hit on the side of her head. Her vision was blurred as she was momentarily dazed by the attack. By now her bladder has released all of its contents and Mareen was sitting in a dirt puddle of her own urine, the mid-section of her robed was completely soaked. She came back to her senses and shot another fireball at the same Baknamy. It hit the mark, and the creature tumbled forward, tripping the other one in-front of the Nu Mou. Taking the opportunity as it presented itself, Mareen pulled herself up to her feet, breathing heavily and leaning forward from her robe’s added weight. She raised her rod in-front of her like a sword, shaking from stress as the Baknamy got back on its feet. Growling in anger, it rushed towards Mareen with its hands open to slash at her with its overgrown claws. Mareen closed her eyes and winced as she attempted to block her foe. The Baknamy wrestled the rod away with its left hand and brought its right claws against Mareen’s chest. The sound of cloth ripping echoed around them as the front of her robe was torn open, revealing both the front strap of her small brassiere and her greenish-grey skin underneath. She fell backwards onto her rear from the inertia and in a panic put the rest of her strength in preparing a spell to cast. The Baknamy climbed on top of her and begans to push up Mareen’s robe with one hand, while using the other to overpower her and hold her against the ground. Sounding out a familiar string of words, Mareen pierced the Baknamy through the stomach with a large shard of ice. The creature silently stops moving as it hangs suspended in air on frozen block. Mareen climbed out from underneath and the Baknamy falls face first onto the dirt ground just feet from where Mareen wet herself. Mareen laid on the dirt ground beneath her, breathing deeply and looking at the high, wispy clouds gently floating across the azure blue sky. The sky was as calm as it was when she first arrived at the top nearly an hour ago. A gust of wind came from the gently breeze, shaking the leaves of the nearby trees and the sun came down the same as it always did. Despite this idyllic scene, tears rolled down the side of the exhausted Nu Mou’s head. Her first taste of combat did not only take a physical toll on Mareen, but on her emotional state as well. Why am I sobbing like a child? Mareen thought to herself, I won, right? I should be happy! But why can’t I stop these tears? She brought her sleeves, now covered in dirt and sweat to her eyes and tried to wipe the tears, sobbing loudly with her clear alto voice. This was a turning point in her life, she enjoyed the stress, the tiring days of walking, the thrill of victory; but at the same time the books of her youth did not prepare her for this. She did not know how she felt at this moment. Her body ached, mouth was dry, and she soiled her only robe at a simple mistake; but in the end, she proved to herself that she was not as useless as she thought she was. These thoughts swam through her head as she tried to console herself. About ten minutes later, Mareen’s tears finally stopped. Swallowing deeply and closing her eyes tightly, she collects herself and looks over her injuries. Immediately noticeable was the pain that shot through her body from her back as she tried to sit up. Tears welled from her eyes, but she managed to prop herself against a small, rotting log. Next, she brushed a hand against the left side of her face where the rock hit her. By now the blood dried against her head, but there was a small lump that was painful to the touch. Looking down at her robe, there was some dried blood on the front and her on her left sleeve. Finally, she ran a hand against the ripped section of her robe. She did not feel any cuts in her flesh, but the amount of skin revealed was uncomfortable to the normally prudish Nu Mou. It reminded her of the courtesans that she would sometimes see in the streets of Graszton. Standing up, wincing in pain, she picks up her gear and begins to head down the same trail that she came up, not having an energy to confirm the deaths of the Baknamy, nor to look for her hat. “Well, going down can’t be as bad as going up, right?” Tired and sore, Mareen continues along her way. The way down was almost as uneventful as the trip upwards. Mareen’s condition meant that she was not able to walk fast and had to take frequent breaks to rest. In the end, it took about twice the time to go down as it did to come up. She stops by the same seemingly-magic spring and drank to her hearts content along with, again, taking some along with her. Despite the battle being a short few minutes, her throat was drier than the Kthili Sands deserts. At about two-thirds of the way down the path, a familiar intense urge shot through her lower abdomen. In an instant, her damaged floodgates shot open once again, spilling itself down her legs and onto her halfboots. It took the Nu Mou more than a few seconds to realize this before squatting down. It was no use though as the damage was already done. Soaking herself for the second time today only added to the list of problems she had at this moment. As she continued on her way, she smelled the scent of cooked meat and heard the bawdy songs of the Bangaa and Seeq. Upon reaching the camp, the sun was beginning to set, coating the trees in a pleasant shade of light yellow that alluded to the beginning of the summer months. She saw that everyone was accounted for in the camp. The two Seeq and the Bangaa were still singing while taking swigs of local ale from their mugs, Delia was standing guard with an arrow nocked into her bow (Mareen figured she was aware of her despite showing her normal disinterest in recognizing her), the chocobo attendant was checking on his birds, and the Hume was sharpening his blade and was looking over the large black bird in-front of him. Noticing Mareen, he waved to her and started to approach her. “Hey Mareen, glad ta see ya back! Look, the plan went off without a hitch, Check it out!” He steps aside and motions towards the slain chocobo he was standing by. “That’s... great, I’m glad it worked out....” Mareen replied in a downcast, tired voice. Looking confused at her reply, the Hume finally took the opportunity to look at the roughed-up Nu Mou. “Run into a bit of trouble did ya? Well don’t mind me then. Go on, get you some rest.” He motioned her away in a playful shooing motion and Mareen obliged, bowing her head as she headed to her tent. Mareen sat on the ground in front of her tent and took off her halfboots, leaving them by the door on the outside of the tent. She then went into her tent and, in the cramped quarters, removed her damaged black mage robe and soiled lower underwear. Without replacing the latter, she threw on a light brown linen robe and let other robe air out on a large rock, hanging her underwear from the lantern at the top of the tent. Closing the flap to the outside world, the exhausted Nu Mou laid her weary head on her bedroll and fell asleep into a deep, dreamless sleep. Mareen again woke up to the sound of chocobos kweh-ing with the rise of the morning sun. Her body was still sore, and was more than likely bruised, but she almost felt refreshed after her long rest. Smiling to herself for the first time since the battle, she then noticed something strange: her bladder was empty. Stricken with a slight moment of panic, Mareen checked her bedroll. Hmm, it’s dry. Her eye caught her large chamber pot saw that it was filled to the brim with slightly warm urine. Nodding to her own embarrassment, she quietly took the chamber pot and discreetly emptied it down a slope around the outside of her tent, away from anyone’s view. I must have unknowingly used it overnight. Still though, this amount would have taken two or three voidings… These thoughts mulled throughout her head as she packed her personal items, clothes, bedroll and lantern into a single bag and the tent into another bag with the Viera’s tent, all the while avoiding looking into her cold, stoic gaze. Packing was always the hardest part and Mareen was not used to doing it at the speed of the clanmates. By the time she finished packing and washing herself, the group was ready to begin their journey back to Graszton. The weather on the return trip was not as fair as the trip out. Around the evening of the second day, early summer storms rolled around and loosed a torrent of rain upon the camp. The trek the next morning was through the mud. On the third day they joined up with the Baptiste highroad, where the weather took a turn for the fairer. The closer they came to the more civilized places of Jylland, the more comforts they experienced. It seemed to Mareen that that clan was looser with its funds as they spent more on lodgings, food and drink than they did on their trip out. Most of her time was spent in silence. The Bangaa and Seeq were just as jaunty as ever, ignoring the academic Nu Mou, the Viera was naturally of little words, the Moogle chocobo-handler busy handling the birds with only the Hume to throw a few energetic sentences back to Mareen. One thing that she noticed on the trip back was that her bladder seemed to fill up at a faster than previously. She had to frequently peel off from the group in the Zedlei Forest to relieve herself and almost had a few accidents on the highroad when there were too many people for her to feel comfortable with. All too often did she think about that day, her hike to the top of the hill, bringing down the chocobo and her encounter with the two Baknamy. Even though she was still upset about the state of her robe and her only other pair of underwear, she became more confident and proud of her strength. One day, in the Bisga Greenlands, she looked up at the sun while the group rested for lunch and said to herself in a jokingly manner, “You know, maybe I can do this for a living.” On the seventh day of their travels, Mareen was finally able to smell water in the air. Finally she would return home to her bed and her books, her bath and her family. Her heart was full of happiness and there was more of a kick in her step. A few hours later they were through the gate and in the center of the city where the pub was. As they unpacked their bags from the chocobo, the Hume called over Mareen and, after exchanging a smile and pleasant words, handed her a bag of coins. “And here’s your payment! Take good care of it, you earned it.” She smiled and took the bag, feeling its weight and knew that it legitimate. She bowed her naked head. “And thank you for allowing me to accompany you on this hunt despite my inexperience. I hope that I was not to disappointing to you and your clan.” The Hume puts his right hand behind his head and laughs “Shoot, if it weren’t for you, the dammed bird would probably be halfway to Rabanastre by now!” After sharing one final laugh with the Hume, Mareen picked up her pack and waves farewell to the clan, who all smiled and waved back to her. Turning around, she walked into the crowds of Graszton and headed north to her home. As she walked away from the group, Mareen felt the familiar twinge in her bladder. If the past week was any indication, she would have just barely enough time to make it through the crowd to the shop and relieve herself on the toilet. Fortunately, there was not much traffic in the city and Mareen was able to navigate the familiar streets with ease, only grabbing herself on occasion when she thought nobody would see her. She approached the shop from the front and walked it as she has done many times before. Christoph should be the only one at the shop. Upon entering the door, he greeted the shopkeepers’ fidgeting daughter with a simple bow and spoken greeting. Nodding to Christoph behind the counter, Mareen made a beeline to the back of the shop and opened the door to the bathroom. Seeing that it was empty, she hastily closed the door behind her, lifted her robe and moved her underwear out of the way. Sitting down on the stone bench with an open hole, she released a strong stream of urine in the sewer below her. Smiling in pleasure, she finished with a sigh and cleaned herself up. Taking her belongings to her side of the sleeping room, she took the opportunity to bathe in her familiar bath, deeply cleaning herself in what seems like ages ago. With a satisfied grin on her face, she relaxed into the hot water.
  16. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    Commissioned by The_Char_Char (Furaffinity) This flaming little three-tailed cutie always has a fire behind him, just like a Charmander. ^^ Only problem is, that big stinky diaper....>w<...when it comes in contact with that fiery tail-end, our favorite little Pikachu-onesie-wearing stinker, is gonna put on one spectacular show....with his diaper going up in one big glorious gaseous BOOM! XD *giggles* But he doesn't mind, I'm sure....the funnest part for us stinkers is always making the diaper.
  17. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    Birthday Gift for NowiGreen Celebrating naughty sister's second birthday with a surprise birthday spanking... Enjoy it, my naughty sister! XD
  18. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    (Haven't done a straight-up stinky squishy pic of my OC in a while, but here goes XD) K-9 Unit 207: Flo Diary Entry from the Canine Division: Just another day, as a service dog, travelling with my human masters, I am deployed on a long and boring fetch and retreive mission..pretty mundane for a young and eager little war-dog, like myself; however, the last few days have become somewhat bothersome for me and my partners. And it's all because of what I'm wearing. The loud sounds of squishing, crinkles and stretched plastic become the humiliating soundtrack playing between my legs. I can't hide it, no matter how I walk...Between many comrades and handlers, everyone quickly becomes alert to what I am wearing. The soldiers groan, as they realize that they're gonna have to take extra special care of me, while on the mission. ..>//////_////>.. I can't help that I wear these things, or that they insist I accompany them on these long fetch quests. But I am the only one capable of sniffing out suspicious items, and stuff of that nature. Well, it's unavoidable that it happens, and its only natural for the guys to tease me when it does happen....it has become pretty routine during rest stops, for my human handlers to tend to my needs, to feed me, and play with me, and......to give me a proper diaper-check, every so often...to keep me on the safe and clean side, of course. ..>//////////////<.. But I'm not saying it isn't quite embarrassing, because it is. You don't know how humiliating it is to be a doggy-boy, and to be expected to drop my shorts and receive a pat down my bottom, to check if I've....um...>///_//<...soiled my diaper... B-but luckily my human superiors have experimented with different techniques to keep me distracted, while they do their thing...that way my feelings don't get hurt as much, when times do call for changing.... .._/////////-/////_.. A dog can't do his job if he's nervous or worried about being laughed at. So lately they've been putting my food in a bottle, and serving it to me while they pat me down back there... Maybe it was just a lucky guess, or maybe they just figured that since I'm wearing a diaper, maybe I'd really enjoy eating my food from a baby bottle as well. Um..v///////o/////v..It worked....I am starting to prefer my food this way, oddly enough, and it's helped them help me out more....but....I just hope they don't tell anybody about that though. I can visualize the insults now. "Flo, the stinky baby puppy, nursing momma's milk." ..v////w///v.. [sigh] But I am so happy to be drinking from my bottle. Sure it does remind me of my days as a young cub, playing and snuggling with mama, while she cared for me....but my bottle actually tastes very good too. I almost completely forget uncomfy feelings associated with pulling down my shorts, and exposing my poofy and probably stinky diapey to my friends to check and change. I don't know... I suppose their distractions do work quite well on me. ^^ When my master's scratching my head, while the other's patting my ass, the only thing going through my silly mind is how tasty my treat is. :3
  19. Drawing various pokemorphs in omo/wetting related scenes. Possibly down the line a small mini-comic. Post requests, I'll pick a few! (Also it will assist me in getting better at art)