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  1. So this is an idea I had a while ago, and after some thought I’ve decided it could make a good story. While it is mostly fictional, it does adapt some real life people, locations, and events, but not to the extent where I could say it is based off of one. Also, sorry for not posting, I keep forgotting. A bunch of stuff has happened irl, including the breaking of both my monitor, my desk, my chair, and my leg. (Well actually I suspect it’s just dislocated, but my dad thinks it’s broken. I refuse to go to A&E after last time however, so I’ll be having my Nan who’s a doctor have a look at it before I decide if it’s worth going to the doctors over.) Intro I looked up at my friend, Karen, feeling a combination of terror, panic and anger. My carefully laid plans were collapsing around me. I’d been planning this holiday for ages, and as always, I’ve done considerable research and knew exactly what I thought we’d be doing: My family own a share in a villa, and I’d got permission from them for my friend to join us this year. I don’t always go with my family these days, but I’d decided to this time, and I thought it might be nice to bring a friend along for once. Strangely enough, they had accepted, despite them usually being very overprotective of me and not liking me interacting with people they don’t closely know, but maybe this was because they missed having me round for the holidays. I’d worked out that me and Karen could take an early flight, and then my family could come out later. I personally like early flights for whatever reason, but my family hate getting up early, and would rather fly in the afternoon. I didn’t mind however as I thought it’d give me and Karen a chance to have lunch while we waited and I could show her round some of the places near the airport. I’d even planned for a couple of hours of delay, as airports have ruined more of my plans than anything else by delaying flights. BUT OF COURSE THE AIRLINE HAD TO THROW A SPANNER IN THE WORKS The airline cancelled my family’s flight. The one thing I hadn’t planned for. Of course. And to add insult to injury, they wouldn’t own up immediately either; me and Karen waited in Faro airport for a good 4 hours before we recieved a text from my mum saying they’d just been told their flight wasn’t just delayed, it was cancelled. And worse than that, the flights for the rest of the week were fully booked. “This is the problem with flying in August!” I thought to myself, wishing my mum didn’t insist on traveling in the height of summer... End of Intro
  2. So I just got back from the Isle of Wight, it was a pretty good holiday and I had a lot of fun, aside from Wightlink messing with the times of our ferries in multiple occasions, but the important thing is I’m back and I have some stories to share. I’ll be posting just this one tonight as I’m tired, the rest I’ll post tomorrow I expect. Also, fun fact: if any of you were on the “St. Clare” Wightlink ferry last night, then you may well have seen me somewhere. Probably not as I was hiding from all the people for most of it though. Story 1, the first night in the tent: The site we were staying at was basically borderline glamping, as my mother refuses to do proper camping, but despite this the toilets were still in a separate block at the other end of the pitch. So naturally, when I climbed into bed at 19:00 after drinking 2 mugs of tea and a hot chocolate I knew I’d have to get up and go at some point, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. I stayed in bed reading until 23:30, and by then my bladder was feeling quite full, and I decided I should go now. It was dark, my iPad was on its lowest brightness setting as I didn’t want to wake anyone else up by shining lights at them. I immediately regretted my decision to wait until I really had to go before getting up, as the minute I stood up the pressure was magnitudes worse. It felt almost unbearable. I was just about able to hold it back by holding myself and crossing my legs. I had to climb over the bed my younger sister was sleeping in, and I nearly tripped and slid along the floor. If I had done so, I don’t think I could’ve withstood it. The next trial was unzipping the tent-flap-doorway-thing and stepping though it, I had to switch between holding myself and my iPad, while simultaneously unzipping a thing, and also dancing around to endure it all. At long last I got it open, but I was almost at my limit. I stepped into the main room, and spent several minutes jumping and dancing around, legs tightly crossed and my hand buried in my crotch, feeling the overpowering urge get stronger and stronger, while I tried to find my pyjama bottoms so I could walk to the bathrooms. “I have to hold it in! I’m here with my family!”, I thought to myself. Squirming still, I eventually gave up, grabbing a towel to cover myself with I decided I was just going to have to run up their naked. I kept searching however, for my shoes. Every second I felt the need get stronger, it was getting worse and worse, I might not make it if I leave it another minute. ”J-just a little longer... they have to be here... s-somewhere...”, I mumbled, feeling my stretched and aching bladder twinge at the mere thought of using a toilet. Luckily, I found my shoes. Unfortunately, some blithering idiot had poured a bottle of water over them, and they were soaked. I grabbed at myself even harder, and tried desperately to resist the urge as I put my foot in. It was too much, I couldn’t, the cold, wet shoe was enough to make my bladder almost give out in desperation. I gave up on my shoes, and double crossed my legs. I stood for a minute by the main tent entrance, both hands pressing harder than ever on my urethra, refusing to let even a drop escape, dancing around. The urge weakened a little, and with a squirm and a fidget I loosened my legs. It was still agonising to walk, but I knew I had to. I struggled and fumbled to get the entrance open. “A-ahh.. if dad’s padlocked this I definitely won’t make it long enough to find the key...”, I moaned, wanting to cross my fingers for luck, but they were to busy for me to do that. By some immense luck, the entrance was unlocked, and I barely managed to make it though before almost collapsing of my knees. I bent down a little, trying to angle myself in the least painful way, knowing I wasn’t going to last much longer. I forced myself to start moving again, and I sprinted towards the toilet blocks, holding the towel around my self in addition to my weakening bladder. If I didn’t have the best night vision of anyone in my family since the 1940’s (my siblings have some of the worst ever; my sister can’t see anything if she’s in a room with the lights off.) I’m not sure I could’ve done it as it was pitch black and I lacked a torch. I had to stop sprinting quickly, but I kept moving at a slower pace. I thought I might miraculously make it, until the rain started. As always with the United Kingdom, the weather is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get; but it’ll definitely be some kind of rain. I almost lost control were I was standing, but by sheer willpower I was able to continue. Shockingly, I made it to the bathrooms, shivering and fidgeting, my poor, overloaded bladder wanting to let it all out. “J-just... j-just a... few more steps...”, I murmured between moans. I sprinted again into a cubicle. The feeling was amazing, the last few hours of very badly pent up pee came pouring out at immense speed, the relief was incredible. Somehow, I’d survived it. End of Story 1:
  3. In the USA subtle age play and diaper-costume play might fit Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and Saint Valentine’s Day. Some favorite stories for each involve diapered children or cherubs. (I can connect age play with neither Martin Luther King Junior Day nor Super-Bowl American-Football Day. But if you have a connection. . .) Do you have favorite associations between these (or any) holidays and age play or DL? Have you used or plan using additional holidays as age play or DL occasions? Thank you, Stanley79
  4. Croatia what a lovely place, stunning scenery, lovely weather charming people. We (myself, Sarah and the boys) stayed in a static caravan on a holiday park a stones throw from the beach, idyllic. Well that's my advert for Croatia now onto the details I hope you want to hear. So accounts of Sarah's mishaps only, no photos, no off topic discussions. I didn't have to wait long to encounter Sarah;s first mishap of the holidays, in fact we had been in the caravan less than ten minutes. I was unloading the car, (everything bar the kitchen sink it seemed) and putting it on our bed to be put away. I had asked for help from the boys however they had immediately gone off exploring. Having emptied the car I headed for the toilet, I pulled open the door, to be greeted by Sarah naked from the waist down, legs apart cleaning herself. The basin was full of soapy water, she had a towel in her hand, and her knickers still containing a panty liner and a knee length cotton skirt were on the floor of the shower. “Do you mind” she said abruptly “Shut the door” I did as asked but not before taking in the full glory of Sarah stood exposing her stubbled pubic area at the top of her pale but perfectly shaped legs. I went back to the bedroom and started to unpack knowing she would have to come in to get some dry clothes which she did a few minutes later, the towel wrapped around her waist. She proceeded to put on some clean knickers before removing the towel. I was going to ask about her accident but it was the start of the holiday and I didn't want to cause friction between us on the very first day. Most days we went to the beach Sarah read her book and chilled while I played with the lads in the sea. Sarah has never been one for going in the sea. It was noticeable however that at least 3 or 4 times a day she would go for a paddle and sit in the water for a few minutes. Most of the time she was going for a pee though sometimes I could see she was wet before she sat down, in this case she was clearly going to clean up and wash away the incriminating evidence. It was half way through the holidays and apart from numerous pairs of soiled panties and the odd stained pair of shorts I had not witnessed anything like I had hoped considering we were in such close proximity with little chance of hiding a mishap. That was until the Saturday night. We had gone to the camps Saturday evening entertainment which finished with a disco. Sarah was wearing a white thigh length top, short black skirt and black leggings as it did get cool in the evenings, though I do think the leggings were a cover for the high absorbent panty liner she was wearing which would have been visible in such a short skirt. The entertainment had concluded and we started the 800 yard walk back to the caravan. Sarah and I were holding hands and chatting the boys having disappeared into the distance racing to see who could get back first. Sarah paused and held her stomach. “Are you OK darling” I enquired “I need the toilet” she replied “Its only another few hundred yards can you hold on” “I think so” she replied However we had gone no more than a few strides when I heard her begin to swear under her breath and I looked down to see pee streaming over her high heeled shoes, so much for the panty liner I thought. “Keep walking” I said almost having to drag her along. “Its dark people wont notice just keep walking” She did though by the time we got to the caravan she really was obviously walking like someone in wet pants, which off course she was. I open the door and ushered the lads off to play ball for a while in order to avoid the awkward questions. I nipped back to see how she was and get an eyeful. She even thanked me for being understanding.
  5. Brittanybunny

    Merry Christmas

    I just wanted to wish the staff and all members of this site a very Merry Christmas/Hannukah and/or Quanza from your bunny girl :3 Enjoy the holiday season!
  6. wetset2015w

    Happy Thanksgiving

    I want to wish the Americans a Happy Thanksgiving. I believe Canada has had their's so a Happy belated Thanksgiving to you. Those in the UK will have to wait for Christmas's. :-) I hope to be there for that holiday. I'm counting down the days for Pie and Maash at Kelly's Pie Shop. Maybe catching something at the Hackney Empire. I miss London. Well, enough sentiment. Everyone have great holiday, whatever your's may be. Perhaps we could create an Omo Holiday. Cheers
  7. Was a bit curious, but would anybody know where I could find Holiday esc diapers?
  8. From the album: My friends and I~

    Rosalina and Alice Thorn enjoying a comfy, cushy Christmas together~<3