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  1. 🦊 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.
  2. 🐻 Matilda the Bear By Horatio Husky Commission for ArtMckinley Chapter I. Matilda inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as the night air of the forest filled her spirit lungs and nostrils with a sweet, damp scent. The leaves and branches crunched satisfyingly underneath her large foot paws as she walked along her usual midnight stroll, the bottom of her dress billowing beneath her but above the dew covered grass, keeping itself away from its moisture. The being had dressed herself in a maternal looking apron on top of her dress, resembling the image of a motherly caretaker from decades past. She always had a habit of taking a while to catch up to modern fashions, and enjoyed staying a little behind in the times. Her figure was still intimidating despite her motherly appearance, long brown hair, a towering height of well over seven feet, and as with most females bear spirits she bore heavy set breasts and large arms and legs. As a spirit, however, she wasn’t bothered by her appearance, and fully embraced her largeness with a positive personality. Not to mention, she had other worries than how she looked. Her concerns were with the locals and their relation to the forest, keeping sure that each stayed where they belonged and didn’t bother each other too much. That’s when the car with its brights on and music blaring decided to park by the side of the road bordering the forest, her ears perked up, and she followed the source of the noise. Goodness me! If this is Tom again getting home late and drunk his wife isn’t the only one that is going to have strong words with him, she thought to herself annoyedly, remembering how one of the locals had a bad habit of drinking and driving, and how on multiple occasions she had to nurse him back to health herself. The distinct smell of booze was in the air as she approached, her sensitive nostrils picking up a few other choice scents as she drew closer. Are those teenagers out again sleeping with each other away from their parents? Goodness me the youth today truly are shameless! At last she stood next to the car by the passenger side window, she leaned over and peeked inside. Much to her horror, the scene before her was uglier than any she had seen before. Covered in sweat and runny make-up a girl who looked to be in her early twenties lay in the driver’s seat, her breath reeking of alcohol as she moaned to herself loudly, her right hand stuck in the front of her pants working its way in and out of what Matilda presumed to be her unspeakables. Several black highlights were present in her dirty blonde hair, and she was clad in what was in Matilda’s opinion, “Scant, modern rags.” “What do you think you’re doing, young lady? Do you know what time it is? And goodness gracious, do you have any idea how naughty this behavior is! Drunk and touching yourself in the middle of the forest, tsk tsk. You do know that it's a school night and the squirrel kids have to be up bright and early to go to their nut-gathering classes! And don’t even get me started on the birds and worms!” The young woman started at first, turning to gaze at the forest spirit and narrowing her eyes, having difficulty focusing on her blacked out state. Suddenly comprehension dawned on her incapacitated state of mind, and she let out a yelp. “BEAR! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP THERE’S A BEAR OUTSIDE MY WINDOW!” She fumbled with her keys to get them into the ignition, but Matilda was too quick for her. “You’re not going anywhere tonight young lady, you’re coming with me!” Before she realized what was happening, the bear had walked around the front of the car, opened the driver’s seat, and gently extricated the young lady from her car. Cradling her gently in her arms, she entered into a brisk walk back into the forest towards her home, the young lady blinking and trying to come to her senses while the world spun around her. “L-let me go! I don’t want to be eaten! W-why are you talking anyway… What are you… You’re a bear!” The young woman’s words slurred, which only added to Matilda’s disapproval, “Your behavior is absolutely inappropriate, young lady, a fine thing such as yourself has so much more potential in this world. Ladies like you should be in school learning to make the world a better place, not ravaging through drink and self-indulgence! And if not school you should be finding yourself a husband or wife! This really doesn’t suit you.” The young woman was now utterly confused. Why is this bear talking to me like she’s my mom? Did somebody slip something into my drink and now I’m hallucinating? Before long the party of two had arrived at Matilda’s cottage, a humble looking abode with smoke coming out of a chimney in the back and a comfortable looking porch in the front. “Let’s get you cleaned up now and perhaps something warm in your stomach, if it can handle it. How does that sound, kitten?” ‘Kitten’ blinked her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing. The inside of the cottage looked nothing like she expected it too. They hadn’t entered a one room building like she expected, but they were now standing in the front hallway of what looked to be quite a large house. As her blurry vision cleared slightly, she saw a staircase leading up to a second floor, and several rooms connecting to each other on the first floor including a kitchen, living room, and what she presumed to be a dining room. “How… What… Wh-” “Hush now dearest, we need to get you cleaned up and in your crib! It’s way past your bed-time.” The young lady was now utterly confused, and almost completely convinced that what she was experiencing was either a hallucination or a drunkenly induced dream. “I’m never drinking again…” she muttered to herself, rather unconvincingly. “Well that’s a start at least! There’s plenty of other things I’ll be training out of you, but that's the one that’s definitely near the top of the list!” After wiping her foot-paws on the rug near the front of the door and locking the door behind her, the bear carried her charge up the stairs of her home and turned a corner, leading them into a white, spacious bathroom. Patterns of smiling ducks, sailors, and beach animals decorated the walls, and a large bathtub in the corner decorated the interior of the bathroom space. Before she had time to marvel at how clean and pristine the bear kept the place looking, Kitten found the bear was now tugging at her clothing, stripping her down naked. “What are you doing!? D-don’t take my clothes off!” The bear stopped for a moment, a patient expression on her muzzle as she set the girl down on the counter. Adopting a chiding tone, she explained, “Now now little one, I can’t get you cleaned up if you’re still wearing all this icky clothing! Not to mention they’re not fit for somebody as pretty as you. Be good now!” She shook her head, still protesting, “Stop touching my clothes you stupid bitch, I told you I didn’t want your help!” Suddenly the world shifted and turned almost upside down. Before she knew it, she was lying stomach down in the bear’s lap. “What are you- OWW!” Whap! went Matilda’s paw as she spanked her charge’s now exposed behind. She cried out, much to her own surprise as tears poured down her cheeks. Matilda tutted under her breath and continued to rhythmically deliver punishment onto her kitten’s behind. “Now look what I have to do, I don’t like giving spankings but you have simply given me no choice. I bet your mother would not approve of the potty mouth that you have developed either!” At this point the girl was now sobbing, snot coming out of her nostrils as the tears further smudged her already spread make-up. Matilda’s ears perked up, as she heard the human mutter and babble out what sounded like a pitiful apology. She quirked an eyebrow, and paused a little longer before she delivered the next smack on the quickly reddening cheeks of her charge. Well that was quick… She seems to be pretty malleable in this state… Hmm… Perhaps…? Speaking in a clear voice, she paused after her 19th spank and addressed the pitiful looking girl in her lap in an authoritative tone. “Now then, are you going to be speaking like that to Mama Bear ever again? Or do I have to show you more of what girls with potty mouths get?” Practically blubbering, the young woman shook her head and managed to stammer out, “N-no… I’m not going to s-speak like that to you again… P-promise!” She spoke, her words intermixed with hiccups and shaking sobs. Matilda realized that she was barely lucid as she lay completely still and limp in her lap, unable to resist the punishment that she had been delivering on her bare behind. She continued, maintaining the same dominating tone of voice as she further chastised, “I thought so! Drinking and touching yourself and staying out late at night, not to mention driving under the influence! You’ve been a very, very naughty girl and you’re going to get even more spanking if you keep this up! You’re lucky I’m letting you off tonight because you’re tired and probably are in great need of a bath and a good night’s sleep! Are you going to behave for me while I clean you up, young lady?” Nodding emphatically, the girl continued to sob and pant in Matilda’s lap. Matilda gently lifted her charge up and laid her head against her shoulder, standing up and supporting her underneath her bottom as she did so. “Now then, let’s get you cleaned up shall we?” Gently carrying her over to the bathtub she deposited her inside, turning the water on and tugging off the young woman’s shirt, the last of the clothing that she had been wearing. “Now, what should we call you?” Matilda mused to herself out loud, as she turned on the warm water and adjusted the girl’s body into a rough sitting position, pouring some shampoo into the water as it began to rise up around her legs. “Hmm… I think Annie would suit you quite nicely, don’t you think so dear?” Annie’s eyes fluttered in response, and she groaned softly, her brow furrowing in a contorted, pained expression. A second trickle sounded in the air, and Matilda quickly realized that her blacked out charge was now adding her own urine to the bathwater. “Goodness me! It’s a good thing we got you in the bath before you soiled yourself! We’re going to have to do something about that if you’re going to be sleeping on my bed sheets! Now, I should still have the nursery set up.” Turning off the faucets she drained the bath before turning on the hot water once more. Retrieving a large rag she dipped it into the steaming water and started to gently wash the girl’s body, holding her various limbs and taking great care that her washing felt soft and gentle. The bear began to hum a tune under her breath as she worked away, speaking softly and cooing over Annie as she washed the make-up from her face and dabbed at her sensitive bits, ensuring that she was clean from top to bottom. “That should do it, all squeaky clean! Let’s get you dried then.” She turned off the water and pulled the plug, letting the bathwater and soap suds swirl away as she picked Annie up and out of the tub, laying her down on a towel she had spread on the bathroom floor. Annie could barely comprehend what was happening to her as Matilda ruffled her short, tomboyish hair in a towel and wrapped her up in the one she was laying on. Satisfied that she was dry, the bear scooped her up, still wrapped in the towel and carried her out of the bathroom. Walking down the hallway she took a left before she entered a room that Annie thought must have been a figment of her imagination. It looked like a regular nursery, except every piece of furniture, toys, and even the diapers beneath the changing table seemed to be oversized. Annie blinked twice, her vision still blurry, and a singular thought bubbled up to the surface of her drunken mind, “I crashed my car, hit my head, and now I’m seeing things…”
  3. From the album: LydiaPrower8's Omo Art

    What was on the other side of the door before https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/image/71390-couldnt-wait/ happened.
  4. From the album: LydiaPrower8's Omo Art

    I wanted to do a follow-up to this picture: https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/image/52261-pico-has-to-go/ Whoever was in there tried their best to hurry up, but it just wasn't fast enough... @TenshiDrop
  5. I currently can't take commissions (or anything paid for that matter) due to some issues with PayPal. So I thought I might as well try and take some requests while I don't have any obligations. I'd prefer to do things I don't regularly do (to get some good practice in), so maybe more humans/kemonomimi, but that isn't a strict rule. Things I really WON'T draw are; * Characters you do not have permission to use (characters owned by others (unless they agreed to it) or from games/shows. * Anything NSFW involving minors/cubs or ferals. Besides that pretty much anything is fine. Feel free to send me you characters, scenarios, or any other ideas to draw! Here are some of my art examples (human and furry ws);
  6. (Please note that everyone has been aged up to an appropriate age) Rose walked into the airport. The first thing she noticed was, directly fowards, Timmy and Tommy were standing behind an airline desk waiting for people or anyone else to give them a ticket. She walked over to them, knowing that this is the correct desk. After Rose gave them info and was accepted to get on the plane, she took a seat. Crinkle. As she sat, her padded rear made noise on the seat. She looked around to make sure no one noticed. Luckily, no one heard.. well, not like there were many people TO hear it. The only others on the plane were a blue bird and a colorful bunny. The plane took off. As Rose saw her previous village shrink into the distance, she wondered why. Why is she padded in the first place? Pondering this, Rose quickly drifted to sleep, even though they barely took off. In her previous village, Rose was baffled when she first showed up. Isabelle explained to her that sewage doesnt work in this town, therefore, no toilets. The founder of the town suggested people wear diapers there instead of going to the bathroom. One day there, Rose was doing her usual work but she was BURSTING to pee. Normally, she would just release, right? But, this time, she had many visitors over and they were chilling in the town hall. She knew that if she wet then, everyone would know due to the hissing. Rose had previously let the townsfolk know to keep the diapers a secret while visitors are over, due to it being embarrassing. Rose couldn't hold it. She was squirming in her seat. She then realized that someone else was too. Rose looked at her friend, Kayla. Kayla very obviously had to go badly. Rose laughed on the inside and told Kayla that there was a good open bathroom at the Able Sisters shop. The Able Sisters arent even open.. Kayla believed it though and quickly ran there, and someone else quietly followed shortly after. There was still one person there, but they had headphones on. Rose was at her limit and finally released. Her diaper expanded, and a loud audible hissing noise was heard. Her friend didnt hear it fortunately. Eventually she was done wetting, and her diaper was bigger and yellower than ever. "We will be arriving at our destination soon. The weather is clear, and the temperature is.. moderate. Have a good day." Wilbur said, over the mic. This woke up Rose, and as she sat up, she realised that she heavily wet her diaper in her sleep. It must have been that dream. Rose got out of the plane, bringing her luggage with her. Tom Nook introduced everyone to island life, and Rose eventually set up her tent. She sat down, a little overwhelmed from island life. The diaper she hasn't even been able to change yet is cold, and she shivers when she sat on it. The blue bird walked over to her. "Hey! You're Rose, right?" Rose nodded. "Nice to meet you! I'm Jay. You know.. You'd think they'd have an outhouse or something.. uh.. Well, Cya! Stay strong!" He said, walking off. "Hm.. he seems cool. Luckily, I dont have to worry about b-" Rose was interrupted by the colorful bunny walking over to her. "Hey! I'm Mira. And I'll assume you're Rose?" Mira said to Rose. "Yea.. that's me." Rose responded. "That's nice, cottontail. Bye!" Mira headed off. "Well.. that was quick." Rose said to herself. She wet her diaper more, hoping that eventually she'll have time to change it. Rose didnt have a moment to sit back and relax in her tent, she was busy all day and couldn't change. She ate some cherries from the local area because she was hungry. Eventually, the day was over. Rose entered her tent, but her stomach growled and her bladder was full. Ah.. screw it, she thought, and let go. Not only did her diaper get even more wet, but she messed too. Her diaper went to the floor of the tent, and it lifted up Rose too. She was eventually finished. She took out a diaper pail, currently a leaf. She threw it in the corner and it became the diaper pail, and she threw away her current diaper. She looked in her bag and got cleaning supplies and a fresh diaper. After finally cleaning up, she finally went to sleep. END OF DAY ONE (Author's note: thanks for reading!! This story takes inspiration from this story: https://www.deviantart.com/lulshi/gallery/51209206/things-better-left-unnoticed. It hasn't been updated in years so I decided to write my own animal crossing abdl story loosely based off of it! I really hope you enjoy, this is kinda short and I'll try to update sometimes bye)
  7. From the album: Stargrazer's art

    Hope this isn't against the rules or something

    © http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15990116/

  8. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2018

    My two naughty bros, Telly and Gabriel are really rough-housing quite harshly, but looks to be overall enjoying the squishy mooshy sensation of full pamp squashing. Though otter boy seems to be the dommy of the 3 of us, we'll soon return the favor, after we can properly sit again *rubs our sore diaper butts*
  9. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    The human soldiers are never really that considerate of my feelings; not only am I at knee-height to them, but they treat me like I’m more of a needy pet than an attack dog of the proud Canine-Unit. It wouldn’t be so bad if I were allowed to change my own diapers, but often in the past, I would get ambushed by monsters while in the middle of my diaper change. So rather than having a nude dog-boy like me running around, they just prohibit us animal fighters from changing our own diapers altogether…which means I have to wait for that extremely embarrassing moment when my human partners start to notice that funny smell in the air. I can’t just walk up to them and tell them these things. I get nervous enough just going to the diaper store and buying them. I usually buy Goodnites because I go through them so fast, rather than using the tactical military type diapers, which are more expensive than the kind our proud astronauts wear. And once I do finally got my partners attention, almost like a punishment, they’ll pick me up by my harness and pass me to whichever soldier is unfortunate enough to get stuck with the task of changing me…(sob)...It’s very humiliating. It’s not my fault that I can’t sense when I need to be walked. If they didn’t want to change me, then they shouldn’t have requested an animal partner, but because of my size, I’m the only one that can fight monsters in tight spaces. Not much people can fit in ventilation shafts and most overhead storage bins.
  10. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    If you want the clean version, go to deviantart, and comment so I don't look like a loser/loner. Thanx ;3 (Story takes place a few days after Episode 2 of the Legend of Dark Witch video game, and a few days after my encounter with Zizou. We find the young (hopefully not too young) Ms. Klinsy, cleaning up her library after that Dark Witch left it in shambles.) I, Flo, took the opportunity to get closer to Klinsy, after my upsetting encounter Zizou, the girl who forced me to draw her in her diaper. Klinsy hired me on the spot, as they were in dire need of help, even from a stinky dog boy like me, which is awesome because I would give anything to have her as my boss. She's adorable, she's affectionate, and its nice to watch her cutie booty as she bends over to pick up her books. Her butt crinkles too when she walks, so I know that she isn't potty-trained...or maybe she just enjoys taking a good dump in a diaper, just like me. We spent the first few hours talking and joking around as we worked in her library storeroom. "You mean to tell me that that rude Dark Witch, Zizou, actually made you draw her masturbating in her diaper, Flo? " I laugh and respond: "Yeah, and the whole time she kept smooshing her poopy diaper against the corner of a great big stone...man she smelled awful!" Klinsy chuckled and then we both went on our bathroom break before we started our long long working shift together. "Hope your wearing a clean diaper Flo, because this work shift is very long, and it's vital that we don't leave our post once we began." I blush. "Don't worry, I'm prepared." I pat my diaper. "But actually I don't plan on using my diaper today, Ms. Klinsy...if I can help it anyway." She giggles and pulls down her shorts, exposing her diapered booty. "I'm prepared too, Flo...now let us begin." The shift started, the library became busy, and we organized the books and made sales to the customers. After we finally got a few seconds to relax, Klinsy looked down at my leggings and asked: "Hehe...Why do you wear latex stockings like some slutty school girl, Flo?" I look at my stockings and reply, nervously: "I've always kinda thought it was unfair that girls get to wear cute sexy outfits, while us boys wear suits and ties all the time and other generic non-sexy outfits...I sometimes wear a kilt too, just so I can flaunt my booty around every now and then, but people tell me to stop, once they see my diaper." A few hours pass. I watch Klinsy as she crouches down to pick something out of her cute yellow purse (which I forgot to draw in this image, damnit!) She stays crouched for quite a long time, frozen in deep concentration, with her eyes closed. I could hear her making these adorable grunts while she sat still. After that awkwardness, she stands up. "Whew, guess it was only a matter of time before that happened...see what I mean?" She gives me a sneak peek at her diaper. "Oh!" I say, as I notice her diaper has now turned yellow. "My favorite color" she said, and I respond: "I like brown." We both laugh. Out of her pack, she pulled out her big lunch, that she would be eating during work, due to the extreme work schedule that today demanded. "Here Flo, I'll share it with you." We both filled up on her giant sandwich. I ate sloppily, while handing books out to the customers. Klinsy passed me a carton of milk, as she gulped hers down, leaving a milk mustache. "I...I'm lactose intolerant, Klinsy..." She giggled. "So am I....hehe..and Zizou told me about your diaper obsession, Flo...so why don't we start getting ready to make yer favorite color?" I hesitantly drink down the milk. "This is gonna be a long and boring day..." she says "...unless we make our own fun." She laid over her work desk, with her butt in the air, and after a few moments I heard her strenuously mutter something: "NNnnno...baa-aathroom..bREAKS!!" My ears pricked up, as I heard a very offensive noise come from the cute librarian's bottom. Thankfully, there wasn't much people in the library, just a kid, watching Klinsy, and telling his parents of what he just saw: "Mommy, I think the librarian just pooped herself." The parents laugh at the boy and leave the library. My eyes, however, were on Klinsy's booty the whole time. A huge brown bulge popped it's way out from between the adorable librarian's cheeks. I felt my heart skip, I just wanted to poke it. More customers started coming in, and before I knew it, Klinsy grabbed me by my collar and pulled me under the work counter. Her big butt was right in my face. "Well?" she said "These shorts are pretty tight around my diaper...I can feel it squeezing my caca...why don't you loosen things up so things don't get mashed?" Without even thinking, I placed my paws around her waist, I unbuttoned her shorts and proceeded to pull them down. I felt some resistance as I pulled them over the smelly mass, but the diaper practically exploded out of her shorts, once they made it over the bulge. And there it was, a swollen diaper, now exposed to the world. My eyes widened, it was then when the smell struck me. I had confirmation to what my nose had already knew...this cute librarian doesn't need to take breaks to go to the bathroom, for she sat on her own personal toilet. I could see the poop in her diaper that had discolored the beautiful white plastic fabric, into a bloated brownish yellow bulge on her backside. Before I could stand back up, Klinsy placed her palm on my head pushing me back down, to wear my head met her diaper. I tried to pull my head back from her, as I was a half-inch away from eating mud-pie, but she was stronger, and so she forced the poor canine to mush his muzzle into the mud that filled her diaper. "Ummgffff" I whimpered, as she rubbed my nose in it. The bulge, now pressed gently against my snout. "Good puppy...now stay down there while I work" I squint my eyes in displeasure. Her stench was so far up my nose, I could almost taste what she had for lunch. "M-Miss Klinsy, I mustn't-" She firmly responds. "It can't be helped...you are just an animal after all, and isn't this how you guys say hi, anyways?" A passerby walked in front of the help desk, and Klinsy turned her attention towards him, while I remained under the table with her stinky butt in my face. "Hello young lady, do you have that new popular book on bad habits and funny fetishes?" Klinsy laughs "Oh, you must be talking about that one about the stinky diapers." She picks up a brown book, while my nose laid firmly pressed against her stinky diaper. It was here that I started my portable bathroom break. Between being nervous and being squashed against her foul booty, my bladder just gave up, and proceeded filling up my diaper. After handing the book to the customer, I try to pull back from her, but she reacts by backing up into my snout, squashing the dung in her diaper against it, until the soft muddy chunks were pushed into a fine brown paste. "HUUUUMMMGHH-AGHH!..." She ripped one loudly in her diaper. "You're such a bad dog." She pushed so hard, my nose practically penetrated her. "Mmmmfff" Her face was blushed red, she now left her shorts on the ground. "Flo, I'm gonna sit on you, ok?" So scared, and yet, so turned on, her poopy smell and squished diaper poo was causing my little dog to get ahead of itself. Even though I'm a canine, I desperately wanted to embrace Klinsy from behind, bending her over her work desk and shoving every inch of me into her backside. Before I could do a thing though, Klinsy fell backwards- squashing my poor penis. My swollen piss-filled diaper, cushioned some of the impact...but...Nnnnot...ennough! I squeaked in pain, but she quickly hushed me up, covering my mouth with her hand. "Shhhhh...sorry puppy, did I hurt you?" She rubbed my head. I shrugged, pretending it didn't hurt, but clearly I was in pain. She wiped a tear from my eyes. "I didn't mean to make my poooor puppy cry." She reached down and gave the front of my diaper a gentle rub. It soon forgave her, as it stretched out to receive her affection. Klinsy stroked and caressed it, until she felt a warm sensation against her palm. Unfortunately, it wasn't my hot seed cumming out; she just had to touch it while I was peeing, didn't she?! She took her hand off the front of my diaper. "Ewww Flo! You could've at least given me a warning before leaking in your diaper, I got it on my hand as well." She went to the drinking fountain and washed her hands, not caring that her diaper was still exposed. She returned and finally cooled off, we took this moment to relax. We hadn't spoken for about, an hour, but she finally broke the silence "Sorry, I just thought we could have s-" I reply "That's ok, I would've enjoyed being sat on, had there been no people around." Time passes, as we continued talking quietly, but still working fast as we entered into the last stretch of our shift. The manager stepped into the building, reminding us that it was almost time to go home. I really enjoyed working with Klinsy, despite the nasty things she did to me. She must not get out much, which explains her sudden naughty urges for anyone who appreciates being around her....I guess. Just then my stomach started gurgling. The milk had come back to bite me in the ass. "Uhh..my mistress, I need to poop, or else I'm gonna have an accident in my diaper." Klinsy smiled a bit and blushed. It was quite a turn-on to see OverFlo, a 27 year old dog boy, and a strong artist, on his knees begging her for release. "Please, Flo, not now while the manager is around, its too risky, just hold it in for a few more minutes." Klinsy didn't know, but was also curious how long Flo could last in this humiliating state. Like a ripe piece of fruit, I was ready to be picked, yet my boss continued to let it grow. I whimpered anxiously, though I hoped she couldn't hear it. "Just wait until yer break time, Flo. We'll both get in trouble if we abandon our posts now...I'll walk you to the restroom in forty-five minutes, ok? I need to get back to my customers, and so do you, dog boy." I yelped, but I quickly bit my lip; regardless of my own needs I waited like she said. Five minutes past and now the urge was becoming unbearable, to the point where I could feel it starting to want to come out of me, whether I was ready to let it out or not. Even though I was trying to deal with some unruly customers, the passing of gas within my diaper had caused me to drop my books and tend to my own needs. The customers turned their frustration on my boss. "I think yer stupid dog needs to take a shit, Ms. Klinsy!...maybe the manager should hear about this too!" Those bastards thankfully turned their backs and started walking away. Klinsy looked down at her dog, the ticking time bomb, sighed, looked back up and responded. "Theres nothing wrong with my employee! He's just a little nervous..Give him a chance!....oh dear." She watched as my primal urges started taking over, guiding me into position, my tail slowly raising. I instinctively laid down a newspaper, and placed my diapered butt over it, ready for ignition. Klinsy stared nervously. I groaned, trying to hold it in me -but my butt wasn't having it..."Oh no, Flo..." With a flatulent blast of hot air, I could feel my backside getting muddy. I gasped at what came out between my legs... a mushy stinky wet bulge of hot mess. Still not beyond an easy rinsing, my eyes squinted, as I pleaded one final time. "Please Klinsy, let me go to the bathroom...I...."But she refused to take me, and with tears in her own eyes she scolded me. "Stop it, Flo! You swear like its a big deal, your a small dog, I'm sure it won't be that big a mess to clean up...just finish your shift, so I won't have to dock you your pay, please?...I'd hate to see a hard-working dog lose money over a poopy diaper...I-I won't mind the smell, I promise." Speechless and shakened, I felt it a loss to argue it any longer. I really needed this money to pay for my dog food, diapers and beer for MayZ. And I know Klinsy nearly lost her job after that incident with the dark witch, Zizou breaking into the library and stealing top secret research info. Klinsy, in tears, had to beg the head librarian for her job back, after that day. If I got in trouble, she'd get fired too. Also I didn't want to prove to be a handful, or else I may lose my working privileges and be forced back to being a pet with a master to look over me. I almost wanted to start crying over my predicament, but I instead held back my tears and my pride; still in my squatted poopy position, I looked up at a nervous Klinsy and nodded. "Ok....I'll use...m-my...d-i-a-p-e-r....Mmmm-nnngffff!" With no effort at all, a juicy fart pushed out of me, bubbling beneath me, and before I knew it, I started pushing out a big firm brownish gray sausage into my diaper. "Oh my" she said, surprised at what I was dumping out, but mostly the size. "Are you finished?" I looked up, as I was panting, with one eye closed. She placed her palm on my head, tenderly rubbing me as I strained to push harder..."MmmmmmMMMPPHHH-AHhhh!!!" My teeth now clenched, as my stench began to linger. With cute little groans and farts here and there, I made sure to push every ounce of my dog poop out of me. She continued to rub the pooping dog's cheeks, comforting me to help me relax into it . Pushing so hard, I started urinating again, as yellow droplets splashed on the newspaper, and against her legs. I looked up at my boss and nodded yes. "I'm finished, boss." "See...(sniffle) theres a good boy." She started holding her nose with her hand, but was kind enough to pet me on the head, and after giving my ears a scratch, she paused for a sec, looked around to make sure nobody, especially her manager was looking. She then bent over and gave her doggy a big kiss (tongue included) I pulled her down on my lap, her big thighs around my waist. I wrapped my arms around her and began thrusting my diaper against hers. "Ohhh!" She grunted. The juices in our padding spurted out, as well as the gelatins. We moaned and groaned strenuously as we pushed into each other. The stink was becoming greater. With our lips sucked against each other, I then fuck her diaper as hard as I could, squeezing her tightly. She gave a cute squeek and embraced her dog boy fully. "Pant, pant...Ok Flo...huff..I guess I'm up for fucking a dog boy, let's do it right here." She reached back and started unbuckling her diaper, but stopped when she saw I wasn't undoing mine. "What's wrong, Flo? I thought you wanted this???" She pulled the front of my diaper down, causing my doggy dick to burst out and explode my hot cum all over her. "Bleh!!! Damnit Flo, already?! We only dry-humped for a few seconds...ugh..so gross" Her face was creamed white, as she tried wiping it off of her dress. She spit some of it out, got up and pulled her shitty diaper up as well, before leaving me for the bathroom to wash my juices off of her. "My dress is ruined, Flo!...Ungh!" She slammed the door behind her, as customers watched in confusion and terror. After she left, I stood up, and turned, to notice the manager was staring at me. "Ummmm, you haven't been watching us this whole time, haven't you?" I ask. The horrified look in her eyes said it all.
  11. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    For BlackRoseSeduction - Make Rosie Blush Hadda lotta work to do these last 2 months, but what the hell....may as well draw something spontaneous, just for thrills. (Anyway, this image does beg some kind of story behind it, well...) ---Rosie and the Padded Pup--- Very tight-fitting clothes, books and boardgames, food and diaper changes 3 times a day, showers, check-ups and plenty of odd-colored candies that make you sleepy....Flo was definitely in a padded nightmare... An escape artist at heart, cuddlepup, Flo was determined to make his time in this...asylum...a lot less restricted. He has been a special-case inmate for some time. Cofined to his cell, to live out his sentence for stealing many hugs and cuddles....... and for sitting his diapered-ass on the wrong person's face. Though tied and teathered to himself within the asylum, this naughty runty dog-man has proven to be a major handful, and quite the lady's dog too, always sneaking away from the doctors at night, and cuddling up to all the pretty padded girls and boys. ^w^ a puppy-man is only truly at ease, when in the arms of the people around him. Doggies need cuddling and plenty of hugs and kisses. The guards do always find this troublesome pooch within some cute girl's room, snuggling and teasing his confined companioins....whether they wanted his attention or not. The pretty girls, he's learned them all by name, like hottie-Hannah, Curvaceous Christy, and especially Ms. Goodnite Green, Nowi the naughty goddess who couldn't be without her favorite puppy's afection for very long, she greatly looks forward to a warm doggy to hug and cuddle with inside her lonely padded cage...Though not every cellmate welcomed the pup, with an open lap to lay on, he would often tease and tickle his way into their trust...though neither could talk, or even use their hands, as all cellmates wore the standard diaper, muzzle-gag, and straitjacket combo...Flo was greatly happy to comfort the stinky ones mostly...but pup would have to earn everyone's affection, and spend many days, waring down their resistance....the pretty boys, like Polly, Twiggy, Vyx and Ace....he would have to work many nights, before his padded pals, would finally too look forward to a bound and muzzled puppy to hug with and to be slept on, as their pillow. It was a secret all the boys kept from the girls. But it has gotten somewhat out of control. The guards do grow agitated with chasing down a stinky dog in a straitjacket, and sending him back to his room, only to escape again, the following night. And it doesn't matter that patient #207 is harmless, Flo is supposed to be serving out his sentence in isolation. So after being transferred to a high-security cell, being given a much more tighter straitjacket, and plenty of chains and doubling up on his diapers, as he would be receiving less changes each day, to further his isolation...The doctors stuff the poofy pupper back into his cell. And it was a tough time for Flo, watching all those pretty girls being walked through the halls, across from his room, crinkling and giggling as they get to spend time in the library, and be walked around on leash, by the security, as they get their excersise under supervision. At night, they'd be locked in their padded rooms alone, all wearing their poofy pads. Flo could hear all the patients... Nowi and Polly, snoring soundly across from him, Helm and Laura, being fitted into new straitjackets in the cells beside his own, and SketchMan and Merunyaa having their stinky diapeys changed, down the hall. So badly Flo wanted to snuggle and sit on them... ..=>//////w//////<=.. It wasn't until the new girl came into the asylum, when Flo truly felt he was a doggy at the end of his leash. One of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen was being strapped into her first diaper and straigtjacket. Puppy stared in awe, wagging his tail and panting like the lowly mutt he was. The cuddlepup so badly wanted to cuddle her, and give her sooo many puppy kisses...But this rose was too, wilted....Locked in a high-security padded cell, herself, Rosie...a true black rose of seduction, was indeed a fascination on this pup's silly little mind...always in her lonely cell, away from the other prisoners, no exposure to the outside of her room... surely she was in desperate need of a doggy's love, a great snuggling and many many puppy kisses. Flo spent his days, in his prison, sitting in the squishy diaper, and thinking about the girl....The belts of his jacket were stretched so tightly around him, and between his legs, squeezing way too tightly against his mooshy butt. He kicked off his footy mittens, so his feet were free to use his toes and turn pages of his books...for his arms were tied and wrapped around his belly, hugging only himself. A miserable sight for a cuddlepup, to say the least...the diaper was often so full and saturated by the end of the day, because his diaper changes came less frequently, due to his punishment.. His legs couldn't even close with that big squishy sack of poof inbetween...the dumb naughty pup couldn't do much of anything, other than swish his tail around, to swat the flies, attracted to his stinky diaper...If only he could be sitting in the girl's arms.... ..-///////vv////-.. so much, the naughty puppy thought about it, every day, and every night, just like the little creep he was...the squishy feeling...surely the rose next door was so starved for love and affection, she'd welcome even a stinky puppy in her open arms...perhaps she'd even love the feel of his big squishy butt in her hands... >w> ...maybe not, but oh how the naughty puppy fantasized in his own mind about it... "Who cares" the dumb dog thought. After all this time, confined and repressed... He needed some love and attention, himself...too many days spent, whining in his cushy pen, locked away for what felt like an eternity...*Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz* the fly spun around him....he grew frustrated...*SWAAAAT!* He struck it with the powerful whip of his tail, against the padded floor. The force was like that of a boxer's fist, against a punching bag... "Hmmmmmm" the pup thought to himself. He waved and fwipped his tail around, crinkling his diapey, as he tested out the only free limb he had left to use. Quite stronger than he gave it credit for, his tail felt like having a third arm, except attached to his butt... He giggled in fascination. "I wonder???" The determined pup, slid his long poofy tail up and inbetween his arms and belt, until he could feel it pushing up between the latch, grunting and pushing harder, he could feel the latch coming loose...one more push, the pup sweats, as he feels something coming...until- *BLORTS* in his diaper...he sighs in relief, as the lock breaks off from his jacket... may as well make squishy in his diapey while he's at it, hehe...he sooo couldn't wait for the pretty girl to hold him, and maybe even fondle him and his squishy diapey...obviously he's been trapped for too long, to be thinking up such ridiculous ideas only a doggy would find attractive...or maybe the fact that he's been in a prison with so many cute and hot babes for so long, he just can't contain himself anymore ..X/////x.. but at last the latch was broken off of him, his arms were free. A firm *WHAAACK* against the door lock, with his powerful tail, and it surprising broke open, with less effort than he thought it'd take. Well, out of the door he went..putting his sneaking skills to good use, breaking a few locks...he didn't mind if he got in trouble later, he had a pretty princess he needed to snuggle with. The little creeper, slinked along the walls at night, enjoying the sounds and feels of his mooshy butt, pressing up upside the padded doors, his diaper hadn't been changed all day, and smelt quite terribly, hopefully his neighbor was into that sort of thing.. >///////w////>.. just like one or two of the other naughty girls were...he was hoping this Rosie was the naughtiest girl around, because he was gonna spend all night with her....maybe she'd even regard him as her little doggy, like a master would.... Taking his place at her side, for an occasional pat on the head. He could only hope......well at last, he was standing at her front door....he pulled out the key he managed to sneak off of a guard, while receiving a diaper-change, the day before...he placed his paw pads on the door and thought to himself, what would he say to her, the moment he saw her, would she accept a dog, in her arms, an especially runty and stinky one...? Just as quickly as he had hesitated, he then pushed these thoughts aside, and kicked open the door, to get what he came for, the long-awaited snuggling to end all snuggling ..n////vv///n.. Peeking inside, he could see the figure a beautiful maiden, suspended from straps and belts, like in an S&M dungeon...her back was turned to him. What had this woman done, to earn herself such punishment? Was she as gentle as she appeared? or was she a spider, waiting for the little bug of a puppy to land in her web?...Flo closed and locked he door behind him, and dropped the key. The room was illuminated only by the light that could reach them through the little window from the door...Flo began his usual process for flirtation, gently caressing his soft fuzzy body against the human's fair skin...her foot brushed against his ears...he made sure that even though he was an uninvited guest in her chamber, he was here as a pet, to be rubbed and snuggled with...his gentle touches were not the actions of a forceful creature...though she was the one locked and bound, the doggy made sure that his loving-caresses were welcomed....Flo reached up his soft furry tail, and placed in her hands, as he felt her fingertips rubbing through the poofiness of his fuzz-covered tail...it was like a cloud, and extremely gentle to the touch. Trust....Stage one complete. ^w^ Surely she could've grabbed his tail, or squeezed it hard if she wanted to...but she continued to pet it, as the dog crawled under her, closer, until his head bonked, or rather mooshed against the woman's.....diaper..... V////////vv/////V... it was in great need of changing too. Flo was very happy to have noticed...but he wasn't a doctor, nor did he have interest in changing her...she was much more lovely wearing it anyway....but rather than perving out any further, when he was sooo close to earning a new customer for his nighttime snuggles, he finally let her see him...the small feeble pup slowly popped out his head, from between her legs, allowing Ms. Rosie to set her eyes down on the lowly animal, as he returned the stare, giving her his cutest sad puppy-dog eyes...they exchanged a nervous but friendly glance, that didn't show signs that any further actions were unwelcomed, so Flo slowly made his way up, reading her eyes the entire time...aside from soft grunts and moans, neither could really talk, as their faces were muzzled, with small rings in their mouths to keep them open... But the patient Rosie didn't seem too uncomfortable, as her body was climbed on by a fuzzy and determined doggie. Perhaps the isolation made any kind of contact more acceptable...or was she luring the dumb pup in, for some trap?? Puppy cared not, anymore...he slightly loosened the straps around her gloves, and let his naughty fantasy play out, he was wasting time...... Wrapping the straps around his diaper, he pulled them tight, until Rosie's hands were pulled in close, forcefully hugged around his swollen Huggies...providing a place to sit in her hands, while he went to work... his right foot now dug into her diaper, as he lifted himself up to her face. He laid his furry body on the soft and warm pillow, that was Rosie...Feeling her fingers squeezing against the plastic, the pup yelped in excitement. Surely she could read his intentions like a book by now...he was just a stupid puppy..a ball of friendliness, even if a tinsy bit naughty. His eyes remained closed for a few moments, as he just enjoyed the feeling of contact, the feeling of being wrapped in another's arms, after weeks of isolation...he trembled, and wanted to hug the woman who could've screamed or tossed his small body aside...but she instead held him, as if he were a stuffed animal...he blushes and reads her eyes once more...it was ok to hug her...so he squeezes her, wrapping his long tail around her waist...they hugged and shared a good long snuggling session throughout the night...though she probably would've enjoyed clean diapers, Flo at least was loving every bit of her...the gentle grunts and pants, let each other know the hugs were much-needed Before the night ended, Flo awoke in her arms, and began gently nuzzling noses...seemed innocent enough, and so her body reacted as expected...but too much excitement for the dumb little pup...you give the tiny canine any power and he'll see how far he could pull ya. A few minutes had passed, before..v\\\\\3\\\v.. "MMMMMFFFFF!!!!!" the puppy upgraded his nuzzle into a kiss, and thankfully, he was able to get his mouth open-enough through the muzzle to enjoy their big smoochy kiss, as their lips mooshed together. His eyes remained close....he could feel her body reacting so excitedly, so suddenly...her hands pushed down against his diaper, squishing everything around his cheeks, he'd forgotten her hands were still tied to his big ass. Her legs trying to close, with him in between...she laid back, as it almost felt like she was trying to back away from the naughty pup's kisses... or maybe she was just getting into a more comfortable position, laying on her back, while puppy rested on her chest, kissing her for the last hour of the night, He would keep his eyes sealed the entire time, soaking in the moment, feeling her body tremble happily, he thought...none of his other friends would allow him to kiss for so long, he giggled, as he knew he made a good friend today...stinky pup continued making Rosie blush in all the wrong ways through the rest of the night...
  12. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    Gift for RyeRye-kins (Deviantart) Ugh...I've been very sick for the last few days. I've finally finished my big freelance job, but now I've just been spending my vacation in bed.....Anyways, to keep with my sissy princess theme, here's RyeRye, babysitting my little puppy butt. Unfortunetly Fwo got a little greedy during snack time and totally pigged out before his afternoon walk, soooo....he kinda had a little stinky accident in the middle of his walkies. But thankfully babysitter RyeRye came to his rescue, and got Fwo's stinky booty to a public restroom, where he gave the pup a well-needed diaper change. Needless to say, Fwo was quite embarrassed, but he got to wear his sitter's crown for a while, so that cheered him up a bit. He was RyeRye's stinky little princess.
  13. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    A gift for BlueBaronDL, over in Deviantart. Flo may be man's best friend, but that doesn't make him the best smelling buddy a soldier could ask for either...In fact has Flo ever been in a clean diaper??? Well, thankfully this blue aviator boy has been fighting alongside him all day with no breaks, and it shows. So he's tapping into his reserves, and making the tough decisions, which of us is going to be clean and dry, and which of us is going to be sittin in some mud for the rest of the day. We both shared the same meal, yet Flo's diaper wins out on the smelling contest. Though I'm reluctant to change my diaper, my human partner takes it upon himself to forcefully change his service dog's smelly butt.
  14. 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.
  15. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2018

    Commissioned by Jetstorm12 Lucky the Lucario and Trainer Vulrick are enjoying some quality bonding time together. Butt I think Lucky is having a bit more fun than his little friend is....though both these boys have two other little friends that show excitement, more affectionately. ..>/////w///>.. Though who wouldn't be excited to have a big butt like that on them? XD Lucario (c) Nintendo
  16. Even mimes need to go. Thanks to SlimeyJenkins and XJIO for the art
  17. From the album: Omo Art

    WIP of a drawing of my persona James having a casual morning pee in her pajamas. 😳
  18. From the album: Ashi's Omutsu Artwork

    Another commission for Phantina over on Discord, featuring Ashlyn

    © http://furaffinity.net/user/omopaws

  19. Ashi

    Phantom Hypno

    From the album: Ashi's Omutsu Artwork

    Commission for Phantina over on the Discord Server!

    © Myself / Omopaws

  20. This story and the next couple will be involving HololiveEN. First, we have AmeSame pranking each other after Gura wets the bed. I think this is my longest story so far, you I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. “It’s NOT funny, Ame!” “Hehehe, I don’t knooooww. I think it’s pretty funny.” Amelia cackled to herself, trying not to completely burst out laughing at the sight in front of her. Gura, on the other hand, wasn’t amused in the slightest. Rather, she was embarrassed by the same predicament her girlfriend couldn’t get enough of. The small girl was standing next to her bed, in her pajamas, clutching a plush doll tight in her arms. Normally, the sight would’ve been one of the cutest sights a person could possibly witness, but there was one major issue: Gura’s crotch was wet, and not in a sexual way. Her pajama pants were thoroughly soaked with her own urine, and her bed wasn’t spared from the same fate, stained with a large, dark circle around the center. “I’m sorry, but you really did a number on yourself! How could you piss so much and not wake up!” The blonde detective was having the time of her life, continuing to chastise the shark-girl until tears started forming in her eyes. “Watson, you idiot! Get out, NOW!” Gura raged through her tears, forcing the other girl out of the room and slamming her door closed, making sure to lock it. Amelia realized she fucked up, having humiliated her girlfriend more than she already was, and knocked a few times on Gura’s door, calling her name until she eventually gave up. Returning to her room to get ready for the day, deciding she needed to go shopping. Having taken off her wet clothes, the bedwetting girl had gathered her soiled sheets and put them in the washer, letting it run. She wanted to give Amelia a piece of her mind, but she was nowhere to be seen. Slightly disgruntled, she stepped into the shower to wash the smell of pee off of her. As she cleaned herself, she thought, “This was a one-time thing, right? I can’t be pissing myself at my age…” Her thoughts were cut short when she heard the door to the apartment open. “Ame must be home,” she said aloud, exiting the shower, drying herself off and putting on some clean clothes. Sure enough, the detective was waiting for her in the hall, and there was a bag next to her. “Is that supposed to be an apology gift of something?” Gura scoffed. “Uhhhh, not quite, but I’ll get to that later,” Amelia replied, to which the impossibly tiny girl returned a questioning look. Watson took her lover’s hands in her own. “I’m sorry. I know I messed up, and I feel really bad about it. I got ice cream while I was out, and we can get pizza tonight if you want.” Gura pouted, but she couldn’t stay mad at Ame. She leaned in for a hug, which was accepted with open arms. After a bit, Gura’s attention returned to the bag at the plaid-dressed girl’s feet. “Soooooo, what’s in the bag?” “Ah, uh, well, about that,” the ditzy blonde stumbled over her words because she knew she was about to ruin the moment. “It’s probably better if you just see for yourself. Just, don’t get mad at me, okay?” “Uh, okay?” Gura peered into the bag, and no sooner did her face change into a face of anger. The bag contained a package that would make any adult embarrassed: diapers. “Oh, so you think you’re sooooo funny, don’tcha Watson?” Gura death-glared at the detective. “No, NO! That’s not it, I swear. It’s just, you know, in case it’s a… chronic issue,” Amelia tried her best not to divebomb her explanation, but still stumbled at the end. Gura didn’t give her the chance to fully explain herself before retreating to her room once and locking the door, leaving a single note on it, saying, “I hate you, stupid.” “Man, I really suck at this,” Amelia lamented to herself before retiring to her own room. Inside Gura’s room, the shark had been hugging her pillow, swearing to get her revenge as soon as Watson was asleep. Night had rolled around, and so the time had come for Gura to exact her revenge. She went to the bathroom and checked the medicine cabinet, sighing in relief that the crux of her plan was still there. The girl took the bottle of suppositories and moved her way to the sleeping girlfriend’s room. As always, the blonde was sleeping in the most awkward position possible, with her butt sticking straight in the air. Amelia’s tendency to always move around in her sleep was the major reason they didn’t sleep together, as Gura was a particularly light sleeper. Ame, on the other hand, probably wouldn’t wake up after being slapped in the face, which worked to the benefit of the blue and silver-haired girl’s plan. Gura slowly removed the detective’s pink underwear, and slowly inserted a tablet into her anus. Pulling the sleeping girl’s underwear back up, all Gura had to do now was wait. And wait she did. And she waited until her patience started getting tested, and she started to doubt if her plan would even work. Just as she was about to throw in the towel, she heard a grunt come from the girl’s mouth, followed by several more. Her expression was pained, as if she was straining to get something out, and within a matter of seconds, Gura’s patience had paid off. A wave of mushy, gooey shit rushed out of Amelia’s ass and into her panties. The smaller girl could hardly believe what she was seeing, and had a harder time believing that she was starting to feel aroused. Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she took a picture with her phone and left before the room started to smell like a toilet. Gura was awakened by an ear-piercing scream, coming from inside the apartment. Normally, she’d rush to she what was wrong, but not today. She knew exactly why Amelia was screeching. She made her way to the other bedroom, and opened the door quicky. “Ame, what’s wrong?!” Gura acted surprised at the scene she was witnessing. The detective was in tears, standing next to her bed in the same was Gura was yesterday. Except this time, instead of pee, Amelia’s panties were undoubtably ruined by the massive amounts of feces which almost made her undergarments slide off from the weight. Needless to say, the bed didn’t fare any better. Taking the ironic moral high ground, Gura was quick to embrace her girlfriend in a tight hug. “It’s okay Ame,” Gura consoled her lover for a while before she spoke up again, saying, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” After the two shared a long and much needed shower, they sat against each other cuddling, watching the television, neither of them saying a word. After a while, Gura got up to use the restroom, but not before kissing Amelia on the forehead. Once she was gone, the detective shed her own veil of innocence. Her accident today and Gura’s accident yesterday were too convenient to not be suspicious. With no hesitation, she unlocked the shark-girl’s phone in hope of finding any evidence of a crime. It didn’t take long however, as the first thing see saw on the screen was a picture of her in her shit-filled underwear. “She’s such a dummy sometimes,” she said aloud, turning the phone off and returning it to its original position. Gura emerged from the bathroom feeling relieved, and returned to her cuddle spot with Amelia. After a bit, she spoke. “Hey Ame, we both have had some pretty shitty things happen to us recently, no pun intended. You reckon we’re even now?” “I guess so,” the blonde replied. “So then… truce?” Amelia smirked devilishly. “Truce.” Night had come fast, and both girls began to retire to their rooms. Amelia had ordered pizza and drinks like she had promised yesterday. Gura was more than pleased to chow down on her favorite food, which set things in motion for Watson’s own plan. Little did the shark-girl know that Ame had spiked the girl’s food and drink with her own personal sleeping medication she had for her insomnia. She could tell it had worked by the way Gura had drunkenly stumbled into her room and onto her bed. Armed with one of the diapers she bought and a tube of superglue she had borrowed from Ina a while back, she was ready to initiate step two. Amelia entered Gura’s room to find the girl snoring on the bed. Grinning, the girl stripped her lover out of her clothes and laid her spread-eagle on the bed. Being quick about her “counter-revenge”, she laced every side of the padding with the adhesive before taping it around the small girl, softly pressing it against her to make sure the glue had the chance to set properly. The detective knew Gura would need to relieve herself the next morning from all the pizza she ate, so she left the sleeping girl to her own devices, and went to bed herself, locking her door just in case. Gura woke up, like she would any usual morning. As she sat up, she felt her body’s desperate need to poop. Unaware of the diaper around her waist, she made her way to the bathroom, lifting the toilet lid. She got ready to use the toilet when she had two revelations. The first revelation was that she was not wearing panties, but instead was wearing a rather thick diaper. Secondly, and most importantly, she couldn’t take the diaper off. After a few hard tugs at the immovable padding, she knew that it wasn’t going to come off with brute force. Unsure what to do, she yelled for the person responsible for such a prank. “AMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Somehow managing to scream louder than Amelia did, the blonde girl appeared in the bathroom, with the largest smirk on her face. “What did you do?!” Gura panicked as she struggled to free herself of her infantile prison. “Got my revenge, that’s what. Now be a good girl and fill that diaper so we can get you changed,” Watson mused as she got her phone out in preparation of the incoming show. Unable to hold in the contents of her bowels any longer, Gura started to involuntarily push a large mass into her diaper, similar in size and texture to the blonde’s own mess. Her head spun as she started to forcibly push the rest of her poop out just to be over with the experience. Once she had finished, the shark-girl had gasped for air, exhausted by the disaster in her underwear. She had crapped in a diaper, like a baby. Even worse, the glue made her unable to take the messy diaper off, rendering her completely at Ame’s mercy. Looking up at her captor, she was met with the flash of a camera, which now immortalized her humiliation. Amelia once again let out a smirk of satisfaction. “Now we’re even.”
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