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  1. IT: Infant Tech By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Bolt Chapter 1: The Office Bolt readjusted his glasses. This was a nervous habit of his, which he would perform with relative frequency whenever he was working with unruly code. Sat in front of his desk, garbed in his normal office attire of dress shirt, black dress pants, classy shoes, and stylish bowtie, the husky was deeply immersed within the contents of his computer screen. The husky’s office cubicle was relatively orderly; a Newton's cradle and Rubik’s Cube served as the only available knick-knacks. The husky knew full well that too much desk clutter was a prime environment for distraction. Sometimes, however, a little distraction was necessary to allow his mind to wander just far enough for him to be able to get some perspective. He had been staring at his computer screen for about two hours straight at that point, and despite the blue light filter in his glasses he could feel his warm, brown eyes beginning to dry up just a little bit. A semicolon… really… that was the error? A sense of weariness suddenly overcame the husky. Moving his right paw, he delicately stroked his keyboard a few times until he had typed in the correction to his code. Bolt leaned back in his chair. He pulled down softly on his one droopy ear, another habit he often performed when deep in coding contemplation. Unseen, conveniently hidden in the break room by drawn blinds, two felines stood holding respective mugs of coffee. A caracal and tiger, the two giant cat species had their attention focused on the husky through a break in the blinds which the tiger held slightly open with an extended claw. Yuri’s had a singular protracted claw, his other paw holding the mug of joe in his paw with a firm, confident grip. Cinder, on the other hand, appeared to be every semblance of calm, cool, and collected. He lounged leisurely against the countertop, gazing down the bridge of his nose at the same husky that had just now caught his feline companion’s attention. “Another office crush, Yuri?” Withdrawing his gaze momentarily from gazing between the break in the blinds, the tiger gave the caracal his best withering look. Which, coming from a tiger, is quite an intimidating experience. The desert cat was left unphased, however, as he had been at the end of such an unflattering glance more often than not. Idly, he took a sip from his coffee mug and cocked his head to the side, his long, pointed ears flopping to the side dramatically. “Oh don’t look so grumpy, kitty cat. Shall I bring out the ball of yarn so you can feel better?” Yuri, who had grown used to the unwavering confidence that the caracal seemed to have a true abundance of, chose to ignore the comment and turn his attention back to staring at the husky. From his vantage point, he could see that the husky appeared to be well distracted and in the midst of work. Having only recently quit his temping position at the company, the husky was now able to exercise his full work ethic with the accompaniment of financial compensation. At this rate, he would be employee of the month in no time. Yuri’s golden, feline eyes pierced through the husky with a predator-like ferocity. Something inside of the tiger told him that not all was what it seemed with the newest member of IT. It was while Cinder was idly browsing through his phone, disappointed that he was unable to get a rise out of his tiger friend when Yuri gasped. Cinder knew this was important. Deftly placing his mug of coffee on the counter he pushed himself off the counter in a quiet, controlled leap landing right next to the tiger. “What is it?” He whispered softly, his feline instincts kicking in as the two cats’ slitted eyes narrowed as they gazed at the oblivious canine. Bolt sighed, stood up, and turned around to pick up a small laptop on the desk behind him. As he did so, an uncharacteristically large bulge in his rear end pressed against the seam of his pants. Cinder’s mouth dropped wide open, an uncharacteristically surprised face coloring the feline’s sharp, noble features. Yuri simply smiled, chuckling softly under his breath which came as a deep rumble inside of the massive cat’s throat. He spoke under his breath. “We got ourselves another one…” “This is the second one this month! How do they keep falling into our paws like this?” Yuri shook his head, a gratified smile across his muzzle as he placed a heavy, reassuring paw on the smaller cat’s shoulder. “Alright, like we did last time. I’ve still got the carseat set up and he looks pretty gullible. I think we’ll be having some good fun tonight, kitten.” Cinder blushed slightly towards the end of the tiger’s comment, knowing full well what the larger cat was referring to. It wasn’t so long ago that he had been the subject of the tiger’s cleverly designed trap. Yuri turned around, in a series of purposeful movements he drained the remainder of his coffee into the sink before depositing his mug on the dirtied dish rack. Taking out his car keys, he placed them on the countertop before departing. His striped tail floating majestically behind him, the muscular feline shouldered his way through the door of the office kitchenette and made his way over to the husky’s cubicle. Cinder had picked up the car keys, slyly lowering them into his pocket before silently exiting after the tiger, making his way towards the building’s garage level. The image of confidence, Yuri loomed over the husky casting a shadow over him. Bolt took quick notice of this, and turned around in his seat to gaze up frightfully at the intimidating fur in front of him, blinking several times. “Uhm… Can I-” “Yes, you can. I’m Yuri. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The cat extended a massive paw towards the husky. Bolt, recovering quickly, smiled in kind and took it on his own, giving it a firm squeeze as he replied with a clarity in his voice that took even him by surprise. “Hi Yuri, I’m Bolt. The pleasure is all mine.” Confident little scrappy mutt, isn’t he? Ohhh I like him… This should be fun! Yuri’s smile broadened, now feeling a sense of genuine delight at having witnessed a confident introduction accompanied by a firm handshake. He didn’t much like wimps, even though he did enjoy putting them in their place. Cinder had shown significantly less bravado than the canine in front of him, and only after he had discovered the truth behind the tiger’s intentions did he warm up. No, this pup has spunk! It’ll be even more fun to see him crawl now… Still smiling, the tiger motioned with a jerk of his head towards the elevator that led to the garage level below. “Bolt, I’ve got a few computer towers in my car that I worked on over the weekend. I really would have no trouble transporting them myself, but if you come along it’ll only take one trip. How about we use it as an excuse to take a break from work with a little aerobic exercise and a friendly chat, hmm?” Understanding quickly, Bolt nodded and smiled congenially. Closing down his computer, he stood up and nodded indicating that the tiger should lead the way. Yuri turned, and began to make his way towards the elevator. Glancing back briefly, to ensure that Bolt was coming along. Given the size of the cat, Bolt had to take a step and a half for every step the tiger took. The subtle waddle the husky was unconsciously exhibiting slightly was now more apparent. Suspicions confirmed, the tiger turned to face forward with a look of satisfaction on his muzzle. “It’ll be the grey minivan, the company likes its Chrystlers.” Yuri spoke, his tone a low rumble as the two entered the elevator and the tiger pressed a button marked ‘G’ while Bolt nodded in response. The two stood silently in the elevator, waiting patiently for the lift to descend down to the parking garage several levels beneath the ground floor. The company building itself was relatively massive, sporting fourteen proud stories above and three below. The two were stationed on the fifth floor, so the descent was relatively brief. Ding! The elevator doors opened to reveal rows of sparsely populated parking spots, the smell of concrete with a hint of car exhaust hitting their nostrils as Yuri led the way. “I’m parked towards the back.” He stated simply, his smirk hidden behind his turned back as he heard the husky behind him pick up speed to keep pace with him. Everything is running smoothly… “Alright, take a look at what I’ve got here for you!” Speaking confident, he opened the passenger side door with a flourish to reveal what was inside. It took Bolt a moment to process what he was seeing. In front of him appeared to be a baby’s carseat, except no ordinary one. This particular seat looked large enough to comfortably seat him, with an impressively robust five point harness that looked as if not even Yuri would be able to break through it. Stunned, the husky stood open mouthed for a few seconds while he tried to process what he was looking at. This was exactly the opportunity that Yuri and Cinder were looking for. “Now, before we get you snuggly buckled up for your car ride little guy, let’s check something really quick.” Unable to react in time, Yuri placed his hands underneath the husky’s armpits and raised him up effortlessly. Taken by surprise, Bolt let out a whimper while his legs dangled helplessly behind him. As suddenly as he had been picked up, he felt something fiddling with the front of his belt buckle. Twisting around, his cheeks burning bright red, he was able to catch a glimpse of the Caracal he had seen wandering around the office earlier trying to undo his pants. At last he succeeded accompanied by an exclamation. “Aha! There we are.” His pants now around his ankles, Bolt’s choice of underwear that morning was now on full display for both of the large cats to examine. “Just as I thought, we have a little puppy on our hands.” Yuri stated, a condescending but not unkindly tone in his voice. Bolt was now blushing furiously, his tail curled between his legs in a vain attempt to hide the large, white diaper that hugged his waist snuggly. It was apparent to both of the onlookers that it was designed with both comfort and absorbance in mind, as a trail of puppy paws ran from the front middle all the way through the back. “You won’t be needing these, I don’t think.” As Bolt spluttered, an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and smallness washing over him as he continued to be held up in the air, Cinder delicately disentangled his pants from his ankles. Now, he wore only his work shirt and sneakers, which made him feel incredibly exposed. The tiger looked him up and down, an expression of approval across his muzzle while Cinder neatly folded the husky’s pants and placed them under his right arm. “Cinder, do me the favor of checking the puppy’s diaper, would you?” At the direct mention of his padding, the husky’s ears folded against the top of his head. Tail tucked between his legs, cheeks burning, and ears pinned, the canine was the spitting image of an utterly flustered pup. Grinning, Cinder placed an authoritative paw over the front of the dog’s thick padding, squeezing gently before cupping the back in turn. Pressing it upwards, as if to further remind Bolt of what he was wearing, the caracal shook his head as he replied. “Still dry, surprisingly enough,” Cinder commented. “Well then, I think we should do something about that,” said Yuri, giving the husky a large, toothy smile before depositing him into the oversized booster seat. “W-wait a second! I一mmpf!” Bolt, having finally been able to find his voice, barely managed to splutter out a complete sentence before he was silenced by Cinder, who had apparently been waiting for such a moment. Crossing his eyes, Bolt looked down to see what had interrupted his exclamation while Cinder tightened something behind his head. His vision obscured by the caracal’s red-orange fur, the husky only became aware that he had been fully buckled into the carseat when he felt the harness tighten over his shoulders, waist, and onto the front of his diaper pressing it up against him. The husky’s heart was now beating quickly, limbs flailing. As if in anticipation of this, Yuri swiftly grabbed each of his wrists and looped them through soft, padded cuffs. His wrists now suspended by his head, his arms held upwards in an incredibly vulnerable position, he found that he was no longer able to struggle as effectively as before. Cinder had grabbed his ankles and pulled them through a similar set of cuffs that prevented him from raising his ankles more than a few inches away from the bottom of the carseat. Both cats stepped back and took a moment to admire their handiwork. Bolt looked down to see what they had done to him, a lock glowed softly from a small panel that served as the center-point for all of the buckles. From what the husky could gather, the locking mechanism appeared to be activated by a touchscreen, the key to which he was sure was possessed only by the two felines in front of him. “Aww, I think he looks pretty cute! That pacifier won’t let much more than a whimper through, pup. So you can whine all you want on the ride home!” Cinder extended a wiry arm forward, gently booping the tip of the husky’s snoot. Yuri appeared pleased as well, his arms crossed and looking down at the incapacitated fur as if he were appraising a prized possession. Speaking softly, and without breaking his gaze at the pup, he placed a car key into Cinder’s paws. “Yes, I think he does. Take the highway, kitten.” It was Cinder’s turn to blush, which he barely managed to conceal as he lowered his vision and nodded, opening the door next to Bolt’s and sitting himself down in front of the wheel. Moving with the impressive display of control that all large cats appeared to inherently possess, Yuri sat down in the seat next to Cinder's, looking back at Bolt in the rear view mirror. “I encourage you to behave, puppy. This will be fun.” With that statement hanging in the air, Cinder pulled out of the parking garage and had merged into city traffic within a few minutes. Bolt was still trying to process what had just happened to him. The two cats had seemingly quickly found out about his little secret before he had had the chance to react. He was now pacified, gagged, restrained, and being transported to who-knows-where. Despite himself, to make matters even worse, he was beginning to feel himself become aroused at the restrictive tightness that five-point harness seemed to impose on the front of his padding. Wrapping over his shoulder, with three straps ensuring that his waist and diaper were snuggly pressed against him, there seemed to be no hope of escape. He was completely at the mercy of the felines sitting in the front seats of the car. The car ride passed in silence, Bolt pulled helplessly at the restraints holding his limbs hostage but to no avail. Yuri would occasionally look up in the rearview mirror, Bolt could see that his eyes were wrinkled as if he were smiling, hidden from view from the husky’s limited line of sight. Whatever the tiger was thinking, it was causing him great pleasure.
  2. Curse of the Crinkle Crate Composed by Horatio Husky Featuring and Commissioned by Kazard the Fox! Chapter 1 The Box I… Want… Couch Time… Now… were the thoughts of a certain blonde-haired fox, as he absentmindedly fumbled with the keys to his small, cozy home. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyelids half open in a vacant stare as he maneuvered his key into the lock of his front door. The day had been absolutely miserable, all of his clients had been in a bad temper when he spoke with them about their problems, and one of them even seemed to believe that the fox didn’t really know what he was doing. Of course, he knew what he was doing! He’d graduated top of his class by no small miracle, the fox was very talented at his work, but the lack of appreciation and frustration that was thrust upon him by his clients was not something studying could have prepared him for. At last, the key turned, and the door swung wide open, shouldering his bag he strode inside and carelessly dropped it in the front hallway, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him with a click, locking it once more. Give… Me… That… Couch… thought the fox once more, as he strode into his living room. However, his couch did not seem to be on the agenda just yet, for the fox almost tripped over a wooden box in the center of the room. Kaz was taken aback, how had this gotten in his home? He didn’t remember lugging a rather plain, heavy looking wooden box into his home. Its dimensions were around two feet by two feet, and a foot and a half tall. Kneeling down, his tail now twitching with apparent interest and curiosity he inspected it closer to find that its lid was hinged, with the front opening to the container facing towards him. What on earth… Did somebody break in and leave this here? He thought to himself, as he reached forward with a paw and tentatively opened the strange box. The lid thumped onto his carpet as he gazed into what was held within the strange item, and was even more confused to see that the box only contained two items in it. A thick square of plastic upon closer inspection Kaz found to be a white, adult diaper, and a note next to it, written in fancy cursive. He picked it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he perused through a short poem, a strange feeling of warmth he didn’t recognize bubbling up in his insides as he did so. For a year and a day obedient shall you be, To the rules and whims of the box at your knee, Letters and rules shall be provided from these wooden confines, Giving you instructions, tasks, items, and lines, And lest you not listen to my behest, Shall you not have your day-to-day be the best! For control and independence are no longer yours From now you’ll always be clad in diapers! Diapers? Control? Is this all some sort of prank that got delivered into my house that one of my friends managed to sneak in? He turned the note over and found that more was written on the back of it, this time not in the mysterious cursive font as on the front. The rules are simple, Kazard. For a year and a day you will be completely unable to control your bladder nor your bowel, making it that at any time whatsoever, you will completely and utterly mess and wet yourself anywhere you are. Within this box, you will find your solution to this new conundrum in your life, which you have agreed to participate in by opening this box. Whenever you open this box you will be supplied with plain white diapers perfectly matched to handle whatever punishment you give them. It is recommended that you also invest in other supplies related to padding, such as powder and anti-rash cream, but those are up to your discretion. You may try and not wear your diapers, but you will find that it is wiser to comply with the rules and keep yourself nice and secure; your continence will not return either if you do not obey the rules set before you. If you wish to communicate with the box, you must do so through a bargain written on a note to express your wishes. However, be warned: the box is liable to interpret and balance any request or boon as it wishes if whatever you offer is not of equal value, so it may be wisest to obey as instructed and keep yourself diapered at all times of the day, otherwise, the consequences will be severe. With that, we hope you enjoy your next trip around the sun padded up! This has to be a joke… Boxes that interpret poetry and supply diapers whenever opened? This isn’t even a funny prank, this is pathetic. The fox dropped the diaper and note back into the box with contempt, what a stupid thing to waste his time with. He got up, the couch now forgotten as his stomach rumbled its hunger aloud to the room. He padded over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and rummaging through his dry food cabinet, retrieving a large bag of chips. He held the bag in his maw as he stretched, reaching up to the higher shelf to grab himself a chocolate bar. It was just out of his reach, and he strained, leaning against the counter to support his weight as he grasped after his sweet. The counter must have been wet, however, for he looked down as he felt something damp against him. The bag of chips dropped out of his mouth and onto the counter below him. The counter hadn’t been wet, no. It was he who had gotten wet.
  3. Peter was about to meet Katie. They had been talking on a dating app, and they had hit it off pretty well. He dressed comfortably, wearing snug jeans with a belt and a sweater. Before heading to lunch with her, he took care of some things around his apartment and had some coffee. Before long, it was time to head out. He thought about using the restroom before leaving, but he only had a little bit of a need to pee and he had already taken care of other business earlier. No worries. He grabbed his leather jacket, headed out the door, and went to the restaurant. Peter arrived to see Katie seat outside in the brisk autumn air. She wore a bright red turtleneck and black jeans with tall boots. She sipped on a warm cup of tea and was watching the nearby tree as the wind lightly plucked at its leaves. “Hi Katie!” “Peter! Glad we can finally meet!” She stood up and the two shared a hug. They then went inside the restaurant, put their lunch orders in, and sat back outside. Peter felt a little cold as the wind blew by, feeling himself shiver lightly. Katie said online that she likes this kind of weather though, and he did have to admit that the trees with their hues of red were beautiful. He felt his bladder pulse a little bit, but easily put it out of his mind. “I simply love this time of year,” Katie said. “This is the time for hot drinks, cuddles, and just being cozy. How about you?” “I'm a little bit more of a Spring kind of person,” Peter replied, “but Fall might be my second favorite.” Katie laughed. “I think I can show you why I like it.” They talked more, and finished their food and drinks. At her suggestion, they went inside and got more tea for her and coffee for him, then walked to the park that was a block away. They walked along the sidewalk chatting, while the leaves above them rustled and occasionally dropped down to be carried by the wind into the small lake to their left. Reds and golds mingled with the browns and greens of mallard ducks that floated alongside the shore. Peter was telling a story about a dog he grew up with who loved trips to parks like this. Then he stuttered briefly, interrupted by a chill. “Are you cold?” Katie asked, with a slightly concerned look. “I'm fine,” Peter replied. Truth be told, his bladder was filling up a bit, and the cold wasn't helping. He was fine with that and didn't want to tell her, but it did sit at the back of his mind. “Here, I can warm one of your hands for you,” Katie said, taking his right with her left as they walked. Peter grew a massive blush, eliciting a laugh from Katie. “That is so cute,” she told him with a smile, laughing a little more as his blush grew even redder. They walked and saw a kid play-fighting with a golden retriever under a tree. “Hey,” Peter said, “my dog was a golden retriever!” “I love them,” Katie replied, “they are so sweet, and I don't think I've met a single unfriendly one.” Eventually they happened upon a small building made of grey bricks. Noting that it was the restrooms, Katie said “I think I'm going to get rid of some of the tea that's been going through me, I'll be right back!” “Yeah, I probably should go too,” Peter laughed, and they each went to their respective sides of the building. Peter reached the door to the men's room and set his coffee down on the ground outside. At this point, generally, he would definitely be looking to go. His bladder was a constant presence that often neared the forefront of his thoughts. But after he opened the door, he noticed that the floor was flooded. Perhaps it was from when it rained yesterday, as the men's room did face a small hill, and leaves were stuck in the floor drain. He felt uncomfortable using it, so he just went back around to the front. He sat on a bench and crossed his right left over his left tightly, feeling the ever-increasing ball of urine inside him. A breeze blew by, and as he shivered a little, his abdomen contracted, and he experienced a surge of desperation for a moment before it subsided again. Katie came out to find him sitting there. “Thanks for waiting!” “No problem!” he said. He considered telling her about the men's room, but he didn't want to do anything that might disrupt their date. They kept walking and talking about anything and everything, and Peter carefully controlled his walk so as to put minimum strain on his bladder. “I live close by,” Katie said, “you should come over! I've been having a good time.” Peter blushed a little. “Of course!” And hand in hand they walked out from the park, into the residential area, down a couple of blocks, and into an apartment. __________________ She offered him some wine, and they sat and talked. They had both been to Europe as well as done many things in the outdoors here, so they weren't even close to running out of things to say and stories to share. For dinner, they had shrimp linguine and more wine, against Peter's better judgment. He really really wanted to ask about the bathroom, but also didn't want to interrupt this conversation. He felt like the luckiest person in the world to be on this date with her. They stood up and carried their conversation to the window. Outside it had begun to rain, smearing their view of the evening colors into a work comparable to Leonid Afremov. Peter felt his bladder give way a little bit before he caught himself, pressing his legs together. Katie noticed. “Peter, do you need to use the bathroom? You can use mine, it's the door behind you and to the right.” “Thank you,” Peter said, blushing. He went into the bathroom, finally about to have some relief. He closed the door, and then looked around. The room was very well decorated for a bathroom, with candles around and two pothos plants on the window sill. He opened the toilet, then made the mistake of looking to his right. There were two mirrors. One faced towards the sink by the door, and the other was on the other side of the sink's corner, facing him. He could turn and see himself using the toilet. No matter, he thought, his anxiety went up slightly and he was a little pee-shy, but he could put in the effort and open up the floodgates for this much-needed pee. But then he heard Katie singing along to some French song she was playing while putting things away in the kitchen. He first laughed a little to himself, thinking about how much of a flex it is to sing in French while your date is in the other room. But then he thought about how thin the door is, how beautiful the woman on the other side of it is, the fact she'd hear him peeing, and all this while getting a little bit of anxiety for doing the deed in front of a mirror. He cursed silently and whimpered quietly. He loosened his belt buckle one notch, and it still felt tense, albeit not painfully so like a moment ago. He realized that he would not be able to go. Furthermore, he would not be able to pee himself in the shower or something, as he would let a little bit out and then his bladder would clamp back down as soon as the pressure dropped to a slightly more manageable (but still very uncomfortable) level. He sighed, washed his hands, and left the bathroom. Peter sat down on the couch, and Katie smiled at him as she walked by. As she looked away his eyes widened as he had a sudden realization: he did not flush. There was nothing to flush, but with how thin the door was, not only would she have heard him pee, but she would have heard him flush. He should have flushed. Now she was going to figure things out, and he was going to be embarrassed. He was so concerned that he started to blush again, and when Katie walked back over, she noticed his bright red face. “Were you able to go?” she asked. Peter didn't reply, he didn't want to lie but he also didn't want to tell her. He froze up, and felt a slight trickle of pee leave his penis and get caught in his underwear before he brought it back under control. He tightened his legs as he did this, and then blushed harder. I must be easier to read than a book right now, he thought. The situation was incredibly embarrassing. Katie smiled. “Hug me,” she said, and opened her arms. Peter quickly stood up (maybe a little too quickly) and hugged her like he did once earlier, except she pulled him in tighter now. He accidentally let out an “mmph” as she pulled him in. She was warm and her hug was soft, and he felt like he could be there forever, if only he didn't have to go pee. Can she tell that my belly sticks out more than it did earlier? he wondered. She ended the hug with a last tight squeeze, which caused him to tense up and let out another “mmph.” Katie laughed. “It's cold and rainy outside, and I do like having you over. Would you like to spend the night on my couch?” “I would love to!” Peter said, before remembering his situation and realizing what he was committing to. He was so taken with Katie that she could get him to briefly forget about the giant warm ball he carried. He was committing to holding it the entire night, when he hadn't peed since around 10 that morning. “Great!” Katie smiled, “I'll grab you some pillows and blankets. There's a spare toothbrush and toothpaste in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.” Peter slumped back onto the couch that would shortly become his bed, asking himself what he had done. Once he brushed his teeth, he sat back down. “Lay down, I like tucking people in,” Katie giggled. Peter gingerly laid down as she placed the recently fluffed pillows under his head she pulled a quilt over him, then tucked it in on either side. As she leaned over him, she placed her hand on his belly, and he felt his bladder practically screaming in panic. He pulled his legs in and his hands shot to his crotch. He blushed with embarrassment, but he was also turned on by the fact that it was Katie subjecting him to this. She stepped away, then came back and set a bottle of water down next to the couch. “Thanks for letting me tuck you in,” Katie laughed. “I'll see you in the morning!” She turned out the light and left for her bedroom. Peter was frozen in this position of clasping himself. He didn't know what to do. Should he sneak to the bathroom and try again? Out of the question, he thought. She would definitely hear him even if he could get it to start, and the light from the bathroom peeks underneath the door to her bedroom. Slowly, carefully, he turned and braced himself with a pillow, and practically crushed his right hand between his thighs. He quietly whined to himself while listening to the pitter-patter of the rain on the window, but it did help make him sleepy. Slowly, desperately, he drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.
  4. Wendy’s Week In Diapers – Part 10 When I was called to the telephone at 6:30 I assumed Wendy had reached the end of her endurance or had to use the potty. Imagine my surprise when Judy's voice greeted me. "Hi. I came over to visit and found your wife in need of some special care. If you tell me where the keys are I'll see to it." I was stunned. I searched my memory for clues about Judy's reaction on Tuesday night and tried to pick my words carefully. "How do you mean?" "Let's put it this way, Jim, I can follow an example. Don't worry. We have more in common than you know. Trust me for now, and we'll have a nice long talk when you get home." With my hands shaking and my erection throbbing I told her where to find the keys. The last point had to be addressed. "Are you going to...?" "Leave things the way I found them? You bet. Bye for now!" The next 90 minutes were the longest in my life. My imagination ran wild as I pictured what was going on between Judy and Wendy. I almost ran the red lights on the way home. Judy's car was parked on the street. I ran up the walk and burst through the door, not knowing what to expect but anxious to see it nonetheless. Judy was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. I was surprised to see she was wearing a short black mini skirt and a white silk blouse and while I had thought she preferred more sensible shoes, a pair of black spikes set off her outfit. She looked very dominant and very powerful. But Wendy was the real reason to stare. She was kneeling beside the couch wearing nothing but her diapers and the locking belt. Her hands were held behind her back somehow, likely the handcuffs. The geriatric feeding gag had been strapped into her mouth and each nipple sported one of her hair clips. Her cheeks were crimson and beads of sweat had formed across her brow. She looked at me demurely over the flange of the gag but kept her eyes lowered. I felt my mouth hanging open. What could I say? What was there to say? Judy stepped in right on cue. "Hello, Jim," she said in a perfectly normal voice, "Wendy was less than cooperative, so I had to apply a little discipline. I hope you don't mind." I shook my head and she continued. "She really resisted being put back into diapers, so I paddled her bottom and put a slow-acting suppository in her. She's been quiet for the last fifteen minutes, but I'm sure she'll be a little more active soon." Judy turned her attention to the slave-like Wendy. "Oh, about the breasts. She likes to masturbate them. I suggest a leather bra." With that, Judy rose to her feet, strolled past me and got her coat from the hall closet. My trance broke when I realized that I couldn't let her leave with just that bit of an explanation. When I got to the door I discovered a large box full of various kinds of diapers, a diaper lock and some plastic pants. Judy followed my gaze. "Oh, that. Wendy agreed to let me borrow a few things. I think I've finally found the solution to Mike's drinking problem." "Uh, sure." I stammered. "Look, how do you,... I mean..." She reached out and stroked my arm, as if to soothe me, but I had a lot of reactions to that, not all of which I would care to confess to Wendy. "Relax. We've all had our secrets. Now it's time to be more frank with each other. Bring her over for dinner tomorrow night -- dressed but bundled up like that." When she saw the shock on my face she continued. "Don't worry, she and Mike will have a lot in common." Before I could say anything more she picked up her box and departed. Still stunned I went back to the living room to get a good look at Wendy. She whined into her gag and tugged at her tethered wrists when she saw me, but I was strangely turned on and in no mood to give her relief just yet. I walked around her, noticing that Judy had made Wendy wear her white spiked pumps and then tied her ankles together. The handcuffs were on duty and the keys were on top of the stereo cabinet. Wendy tensed for a second, and I was reminded of the suppository at work in her bowels. She had to struggle to keep her balance and my erection told me I liked what I saw. "I'll bet you want the potty." I said as if I was talking to a toddler. She nodded furiously. "Well, we'll have to see about that. I'm going to remove the gag on the condition that you tell me what happened." Again she nodded but with less enthusiasm. I released the gag and wiped her mouth. "Oh, please, let me up! It's going to happen soon, and I just can't bear the thought of it!" "Not on your life! Tell me what happened, and I'll think about it." She suddenly adopted a demure look. "Ok", she gasped as another spasm shook her, "but there isn't a lot of time." "I've got all the time I need" I said in my best jailer voice. "The boss kept me at the restaurant for most of the afternoon. We were drinking beer, and before I knew it I was ready to leak. I kept going to the ladies room but of course I couldn't change myself. I think he was suspicious about me because he didn't want to go back to the office and kept staring at me." "That's because you let a garter show." I commented. She blushed. "I admit it - I was flirting. But it seemed safe because I was all locked up. I knew that even if I got carried away, being in diapers would stop me from letting him get out of line." "So?" "So by the time I got back to the office I was sure I was about to leak. I dared not sit down, so I left early and walked home. I got your note about having to work tonight, and I was terrified. I stripped down to my bra and diapers and sat on a pile of newspapers to wait for you. About an hour after that Judy came by. Since I didn't know who was at the door I didn't answer. I had forgotten that Judy had a key from the time we went on vacation. She used it to get in, and I realized I was trapped in the living room. When she found me I burst into tears, and she was really good about it. She offered to call you and get the keys. I thought she would just let me out of the diapers." She gulped and coped with another spasm before continuing. "She was being really kind until she got the keys. Then she made me tell her the whole story. She already knew most of it from Tuesday night, but she made me tell it again. Then she asked me how I masturbated while in diapers and I told her about how sensitive my nipples got. I used to touch them when grandma had me in diapers and use them now if I get too hot. She made me show her hot. I did it, and she waited until I had at least three orgasms before she got on with changing me." Wendy's cheeks were flushing, and I knew that it was from arousal. "Anyway, then she made me describe exactly how you changed my diapers. The first time I didn't mention the stocks of the handcuffs, and she said I wasn't telling her all of it. By then my diapers felt so awful that I just collapsed and told her the truth. When she insisted on putting me into the stocks I knew she wasn't going to just let me out of the diapers." "She changed me alright but just like you do - with no chance of escape. She used three of the cloth diapers with an Attends as a liner. She even punctured the back of it to allow for drainage. Just before she pinned everything extra tight she put a suppository in my bottom. Then she put the plastic panties on me, locked the diaper belt and put the handcuffs on me. I had to wear my summer pumps. Then she took me to the living room, had me kneel, and then she tied my ankles together. The worst part was when she put the clips on my nipples." "Hmmm." I said as I walked away from her toward the bedroom. I knew she was aroused. I didn't think she really wanted escape at all. I found an old stocking and returned to the living room where I began to tie her knees together. To Be continued……
  5. From the album: bfdi omorashi art

    gelatin had way too much to drink and he tried to make it to the best of his ability but it just didn't work out and he's now trying to get at least a bit of pee in the toilet but.... clearly the floor got more urine than the toilet did
  6. My boyfriend stayed over for a few days while my roommate is out of town. We're both kinky and super into piss play, so we utilized the opportunity for lots of wet fun. (He gave me permission to share this story) normally he's the dominant in the relationship, but yesterday he was feeling very submissive. I decided to take the opportunity to try something I've always wanted to. He was wearing a black t-shirt and gray briefs that would show a wet stain very easily. He loves pet play when he's submissive, so I put him in his favorite dog ears, chocolate brown and dark grey, put a matching tail plug up his butt, put his favorite collar on him, and hooked on a chain leash. He's such an adorable puppy boy. I set up a nice big comfy doggy bed under my desk, laid down some puppy pads, and put a soft blanket over them. I got him settled nice and comfy under my desk, and started playing video games on my PC. I was wearing a high slit skirt, because nothing gives me more gender euphoria than agressively man spreading in a high slit skirt. While I was playing, I kept passing him water bottles to drink. Every time he got halfway through one, he got scratches on his head and chin while I called him a good boy, and every time he finished one he got belly rubs. He LOVES belly rubs. I was having a fun time on my favorite Minecraft server, and he was drinking his water like a good boy. The look on his face when I call him a good boy and give him scritches and belly rubs is so adorable. It always makes him so happy. Halfway through his third water bottle, he looked up at me with those adorable subby puppy eyes, and said the words I'd been waiting for all day. "Master... I need to use the bathroom." An evil grin spread across my face as I grabbed his. "Aww, does my little puppy need to pee?" "Y-Yes Master." He always gets so shy when he's submissive, it's so damn cute. "Well you're just gonna have to hold it until I give you permission. You're not allowed to pee until Master says you can. Now finish your water, puppy." He did as he was told, and I was paying a lot more attention to him than I my game. He started fidgeting not long after the third bottle, and I could already see him starting to get hard. I saw him grabbing his dick to try and hold it, but it also looked like he was rubbing his cock through his underwear. "Hands off puppy. You know you're not allowed to touch yourself without permission." "But Master, I really need to go!" "You're still not allowed. No touching your dick." "Yes Master..." He finished the bottle, and I once again made him flip over onto his back for belly rubs. He was squirming and whimpering so sweetly as I rubbed his cute tummy. He was getting really hard, and his bladder was starting to bulge out a bit. I pressed on it to see how he would react, and saw a little wet dot form at the tip of his dick. He grunted and whimpered as I saw him struggle to hold it. It was such a sexy sight, I was already dripping fucking wet. I got back to my game, my boyfriend planting his face between my thighs and finally starting to beg me to let him pee. I kept asking him to beg more to convince me, and goddamn it was hot to see a guy I knew could absolutely wreck my shit begging like that! I finally relented when he said, "Master I'm leaking. I can't hold it any longer, I need to pee right now!" I rolled back my chair to get a better look, seeing the tiny wet dot had grown to about the size of a quarter. I was also getting really fucking horny and was done waiting to see it. "Okay puppy, okay. On your hands and knees, leg raised, like doggies are supposed to pee. Give me a nice view of my boy making a mess." He did just as I told him to, and gave a big sigh as he soaked his briefs. He completely soaked his whole crotch in seconds, and it ran down his legs into the blanket and the puppy pads under it. There was a really loud hiss as he emptied his bladder for a solid minute. He really had to go. When he was done he sat down in his puddle and looked up at me with those adorable puppy eyes. Now I had been keeping hydrated too, and I was also needing to pee, albeit not nearly as bad as he did. And that display was so fucking hot, I needed to get out some of that horny. I praised him for obeying like a good boy, and pulled my skirt aside, showing him that I had 'forgotten' to wear panties. "Fuck that was hot puppy. You got your Master all worked up. Tell you what sweetheart, Master needs some relief too. Come over here and drink it, then lick me clean, and I'll let you cum inside me for being such a good boy." He scrambled forward and planted his face in my pussy before I could take another breath. I gave a little chuckle at his eagerness, and played with his hair as I relaxed my bladder. I sighed in relief as I started peeing, and immediately felt him swallowing. We do this a lot, so he's a pee drinking pro. Barely anything dripped down his chin into the seat, he's so good at swallowing. Must have learned that from his ex-boyfriends, lol. He didn't even wait 10 seconds after I was done peeing to start licking. When I tell you this man eats pussy like it's his last goddamn meal, I fucking mean it! He is a pussy eating CHAMPION! I got a little lost in how good it felt and let him keep going until I came three times. (Hey, it's hard to find a guy that can make you cum even once, I gotta get as many as I can!) I finally lead him over to the bed by his leash, pulled off his now cold wet briefs, and let him fuck me until he I had more than just pee dripping out of me. Afterwards we went through our usual aftercare routine; Candy and cuddles, with lots of praise and reassurance, a shower together, watching a movie, and just constant cuddles for the rest of the day. He's always clingy, but when he hits sub drop, man needs all the cuddles. So yeah, that was a fun day.
  7. Before I start sharing my first story with you, let me introduce myself. My name is Rob and I live in the Netherlands. I have had very little English instruction in school so forgive my language and grammatical errors. I have multiple fetishes including women with full bladders and women who are underwater and hold their breath. I actually have some Croatian girlfriends but I changed their names. It is also true that I trade on the stock exchange and in real estate. The fictional part is the exaggeration of the large amount of money and beautiful houses. The women who fill their bladders for me are also wrong. But what is a life without fantasy? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------My first story is about a good friend of mine. She is a lesbian so sex is not an option. When she's in the mood, she doesn't mind if I touch her breasts or her pussy. I really shouldn't go further than that because she doesn't like that and I respect that, although I don't find it easy. And she knows that and she likes to challenge me because even though she is a lesbian, she likes to be lusted by men. Tatiana likes to fill her bladder and I get to enjoy that. I find it very exciting when a woman has a full bladder and cannot or will not pee. Tatiana was born in Croatia and is 30 years old. Her father was a diver and her mother worked in a restaurant. Tatiana enjoys running, gymnastics and swimming both above and underwater with or without oxygen cylinders. She is sporty and afraid of nothing and no one as far as I know.You can see that from her because her body is in excellent condition. She is slightly shorter than me, has dark eyes and black hair. We sometimes go to the sauna and her tan skin and her shaved pussy is something I can dream of. What a body that woman has. I wish you a lot of reading pleasure. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A night out. Part 1 What went before. It must have been around 11 a.m. when the phone rang, it was Tatiana. Rob she said, the weather is lovely and I feel like going out tonight and filling my bladder. Would you like to come with me and make sure I don't go to the toilet? This wasn't the first time she asked me that, but her openness continues to amaze me. Of course I want that, what do you suggest? Well, I'd like to go and buy some new clothes and I'd love for you to come along. No problem I replied. Fine, then I'll be with you around 1 p.m. Can I sleep with you, she asked. No problem, but in the same bed. She laughed yes yes, I understand that but you know my limits. Well the game has started, I thought. She the attention and I my pleasure. When I had just finished showering, the doorbell rang. It was Tatiana dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Even when she dresses simply she looks good. Knowing that Tatiana would take her bladder about 5 to 6 hours to fill, she had no choice but to pee one more time before the evening started. Shall we have something to drink before we go to buy clothes or do you want to leave right away, I asked. I'd like another cup of tea, she said. We walked together to the garden where there are various tea herbs. I picked some of these herbs and put them in boiling water. So here you go peeing later in the evening and it protects you against infections in your bladder and urinary tract. After talking in the garden for some time, Tatiana wanted to go to the store to buy clothes. We got up and walked to the bus stop. The bus came at 2:45 pm so we had to wait a little longer. It didn't take long for the bus to arrive, we got in and I paid the tickets to the driver. After about half an hour the bus stopped at the shopping center. We got out and walked into the mall. Despite the nice weather it wasn't that busy so we quickly reached the shop where Tatiana wanted to buy her new jeans. After some detective work she found 1 and took it to the fitting room. She came out and asked what I thought. To be honest, not so pretty, it's a very cheap pair of pants and your ass will hang in them. Rather take a more expensive one than it will be of some use. You're right, she said, and looked around. I have to pee from that tea of yours, but I can still easily hold it. I don't doubt that, but before we really go out you have to pee. That's true, she said, otherwise it will take too long. Ah, I like these jeans but they are expensive. Try it on and then we'll see how it fit, I said. She came out of the dressing room and I looked at her wide-eyed. My god what a beautiful body you have Tatiana. You will probably look even better if you take a smaller size, want to try that? That's good she replied and took a smaller size. I heard some rumbling in the locker room and then she came out. You have to help me close Rob because I can't. Ok I said and I tried to close the pants. Wait, she said, you press my bladder so hard I almost pee my pants. Are you so desperate for 2 cups of tea, I asked. No, I had already drunk a lot at home, but I haven't gone to pee yet. I take both pants with me and try to put on the smaller size after I have peed at home. That's a good plan, I said. They paid for the pants and we walked to the exit. Suddenly my attention was drawn to a beautiful black leotard with short legs. I'd like you to wear that leotard under your jeans and T-shirt, I said. I have a lot of leotards at home and it is also quite expensive for a hairdresser like me. I'll pay for it. You know that's no problem for me. I have earned enough on the stock market to live off it. Yes I know, she said. But 100 euro. I also get a lot in return. That's right, was her answer. I have to undress almost completely when i go pee. You asked me to make sure you don't go to the bathroom. She laughed, you're right. By now it was 5 pm and Tatiana said she really had to pee. The drinks from home and the tea had filled her bladder. Do you have time to eat something or do you want to go home right away? She thought for a moment as she crossed her legs. I need to go to the toilet but I can hold it for a while. Shall we eat a pizza and then take the bus home? That's good was her answer. We were on the bus on the way home when Tatiana said her bladder was really full. I asked her what she had been drinking at home. Not so much 4 glasses of water and 2 cups of coffee and then those 2 glasses of tea with you. You also drank 3 Coke with your pizza. All in all quite a lot. What time did you last go to the toilet? About noon, Tatiana said. It is now 6pm so that was 6 hours ago. Then it makes sense that you really need to. The bus stopped at a stop and an unkempt person got on it. He looked drunk and screamed loudly. The driver stopped the engine and called the police. Tatiana started to wobble in her chair because the pressure became very great. Oh, I have to pee so hard my bladder is about to burst. Her legs kicked and she had both hands in her crotch. Damn this shouldn't be too long or I'll pee my pants. By now the police had arrived and tried to restrain the man. Tatiana who now had a really full bladder tried to unbutton her jeans but that did not work out. Shall I do it I asked, that's good but don't press too hard because I need super. Calm down, but you're used to worse. I tried to open her jeans and felt her hard bladder. Fortunately, the jeans opened and that gave some relief to her bladder. That'll be something with your new jeans tonight, I said. Yes indeed and then also a leotard underneath. May I gently rub your bladder I asked. Before she could answer, there was a loud noise next to her chair. The drunk man had torn himself away from the officer but lost his balance. He fell on top of Tatiana, who let out a cry. The officer, who was now really angry because the drunk was harassing a woman, pulled the man away from her. Miraculously, Tatiana had been able to hold back her pee, but the urge had become very strong. I'm about to slap Rob we have to go home, she stammered. We're driving again, we'll be there in a minute. We got off the bus at the stop and Tatiana walked home like a duck. Isn't this what you wanted, I asked. With a lot of effort she put a smile on her face. Yes, but I'll be glad when I peed. Oh, my poor bladder she moaned. When I opened the front door she shot in like an arrow from the bow. She opened the toilet door, pulled down her pants and started to pee. She didn't even bother to close the door so I stood in the doorway. Unbelievable what a beam you look like a horse with this beam. Finally it stopped, she asked me to turn me around because she wanted to dry her pussy. I laughed and walked to the room. And while I was making coffee, I got an idea. Meanwhile, Tatiana came into the living room with relief. Would you like coffee, I asked then I can immediately tell you an idea of mine. Come on, she said. I suggest we take a shower before we go out. You can go first so you can get dressed and make up while I'm in the shower. And what are you going to do when I'm in the shower, she asked? Well, I'm going to get some stuff ready for when we get home. I would really like to know what your bladder capacity is. I purposely said that so directly because I know she is bad at dealing with uncertainty. Oh do you want that? she said in a stern tone. It was a test that comes with her game. Yes, I would be happy to answer. Then we'll do that, she said with a laugh. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can read more about this in part 2. If you have any questions, additions or criticisms, please do not hesitate to let us know. Who knows, I may learn from it. Again English is not my native language. I use google translate as support but I must have made mistakes.
  8. I have written for some series before, such as My Hero Academia for example, and I'm not sure if I'll publish them here or not, but I'm thinking about writing some omo stories with some of my own OC's! Hopefully the stories will be decent enough though, I guess what I'm saying is I hope you guys will like them when they come out That's not much of a topic but most of my stories will include urination and holding and desperation. Most of my stories are Just Made It scenarios because that's honestly one of my biggest turn ons. Might include a wetting at some point though because that can turn me on too but we shall see~.
  9. SPOILER ALERT THIS POST CONTAINS MINOR PLOT SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 2 OF EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO . . . . Found a messing scene in episode 2 of new Netflix Kdrama "Extraordinary Attorney Woo". Two lawyers are on their way to a hotel to pose as an engaged couple for an investigation. The female attorney starts getting stomachaches in the car. She rushes to the bathroom once they are at the hotel. She makes it into a stall, but poops her pants before she can pull her pants down. She has to call another female attorney (the title character) to bring her new pants. After she changes, she suddenly gets another stomachache and has to go back in the stall. Pooping noises are censored and replaced with a cartoonish plopping sound for the accident and fireworks for the second poop, but it's pretty clear what she is doing lol I highly recommend watching this drama. Here's a link if you don't have netflix: https://www.dramacool9.co/extraordinary-attorney-woo-2022/ I also ripped the episode and trimmed it if you really don't wanna watch (You should) Attorney Woo Episode 2.mp4
  10. Wendy’s Week In Diapers – Part 9 I guess Wendy had a lot to think about because she didn't talk much the next morning as I put her into double cloth diapers and plastic pants (despite the fact they made a bulge in her dress) and locked her in the belt. She was withdrawn and uncommunicative as I kissed her goodbye. I watched her teeter down the hallway in her highest heels (that once again were tied in place), her slightly bulging behind adding an extra sway to her skirt that drew even more attention to her seamed stockings. If you were to pass close enough to her, you would have heard the rustle of fabric on plastic, and you might have caught the sweet, innocent fragrance of baby powder. She wasn't five minutes out the door before I was on the phone ordering her chastity belt from a custom supplier. As the morning worn on I began to wonder if I had gone too far. After all, this was supposed to be at least some fun for her. I need not have worried. She called me at 10:30. "The boss has asked me to lunch," she said in a voice husky from arousal. I knew she was reliving her diaper-date fantasy. "... it's a command performance. I just can't refuse." "So, go." I said flatly. I wanted to know what she was up to. "But I'll need a change by then." "I see. How do you suppose we arrange that?" Her voice got heavier. She was really getting off now. "I thought if you drove to the restaurant I could excuse myself to go to the ladies room and then meet you in the car for a quick change." I decided to be cooperative. As I packed up a diaper change my mind began to map out the scene, and immediately I discovered some problems. Our car was too small for changing an adult. On impulse, I called a buddy who had just bought a minivan. I dialed his home number by mistake and was just about to hang up, so I could call his office when a very nasal voice answered. It was Henry, alright, home sick in bed with the flu, and yes, I could borrow the van as long as I made a trip to the drug store for him while I had it. I felt an erection growing as I headed out the door. I got to the restaurant and parked the van beside the dumpster, reducing the likelihood of someone strolling by while Wendy and I were being intimate. Then I slipped into the restaurant and took a table near the entrance where Wendy would be sure to see me and where I could see the entire room. I told the waiters that I was waiting for someone and ordered a coke. It took her about 15 minutes to arrive, and you should have seen her face when she saw me. Of course, she knew she couldn't let on that she knew me and that was all the fun. As I watched her and her boss make their way to their table I studied her beautiful legs with their sexy seamed stockings. Her skirt did seem a little fuller but no one would have guessed she was in diapers. Yes, her shoes were in place. I fell in love all over again while I watched them engage in small talk and place their orders. She had a bit of a conversation with the waiter and then rose almost as soon as the serving staff had left. She managed to catch my eye and I knew it was my signal. I made my way to the back of the restaurant which, fortunately combined the hallway to the washrooms with the rear entrance. "Blue van." I whispered to her as I brushed past her. By the time she pulled open the large side door I had her diaper change all laid out, not to mention the neck stocks. Here eyes were glassy with arousal and unless she had used too much blush that morning her complexion revealed her anxious state. She glanced and the stocks and seemed about to say something but then just whispered. "Those fresh diapers look great! Let's get on with it." I had her lie down beside the fresh diapers and then guided her neck and wrists into the leather bands. That made her breath even more deeply. "Hurry," she said breathlessly, "we don't have long." With her now so deliciously immobilized it seemed a shame to have to hurry, but I still enjoyed myself. I undressed her like a doll, first pushing her skirt up around her torso, then releasing her garters and removing the garter belt. I decided to leave her stockings on to save time. She twisted her hips to help me gain access to the diaper lock and breathed a sigh of relief as it was released and removed. Then I peeled down the baby-like frosty plastic panties she had chosen and exposed her soaked diaper. The smell of hot pee immediately filled the van. It was like a perfume to me. I unpinned the diaper and pulled it away from her crotch. As I had guessed she was aroused to the brink of orgasm. To hell with the time factor, I thought as I ripped open my jeans. "No time." she whispered hoarsely and without conviction as my stiff member was cleared for action. It was one "no" that sure meant "yes". Her arms pulled against their leather bindings in orgasmic spasm as I entered her. She began to shudder as wave after wave of pleasure racked her body. My member, encased in her slick love tunnel, had found its own version of heaven and I knew my own orgasm was not far off. We came together in a tryst of grunting and moaning that was so powerful it was just as well that Wendy was bound. I lay on top of her for a minute and then withdrew. A glance at my watch told me we had already taken too much time. Wendy lifted her hips while I extracted the wet diapers and replaced them with the stack of dry cloth ones I had prepared. As soon as her damp bottom touched the dryness she moaned in pleasure and wriggled against the stocks a little, just to remind herself that she was about to be bound up in diapers again and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. I used four pins to fasten the diapers as tightly as possible and then used a snap-on pair of plastic panties to keep her clothing dry. She flexed her thighs against the bulk between her legs while I prepared her diaper belt. Again, she twisted to one side while I passed it around her waist and gave me the customary complaint about making it too tight, but there was still a gleam in her eye. I prepared her garter belt and put it around her waist. She had to hold each leg up in the air while I straightened her seams for her before fastening the stocking to the hungry little garter tabs. I replaced her skirt, using the chance to stroke her padded crotch. She moaned appreciatively, but I knew that time had become our enemy. I released the neck and wrist cuffs and helped her to sit up. She grabbed her purse and fussed with her make-up for a few seconds. "I swear its written all over my face!" "The diapers?" "No. The orgasms." Then she kissed me full on the mouth before fleeing out the van door toward the restaurant. I cleaned up the van and replaced my clothing. By the time I made my way back through the restaurant Wendy and her boss were deep in conversation. I made sure I passed by their table. Wendy was sitting a little back from the table with her legs crossed. The top of one stocking and a garter clasp were clearly visible, and it had not escaped the boss' attention. I was just in time to catch their conversation. "...a lady has to have her secrets." Wendy said coquettishly. "Any you obviously have a few." her boss remarked. I thought to myself, "don't push it, my friend. She's locked up tight and won't you be surprised if that skirt rides any higher". Wendy winked at me as I paid for my drink and left through the front door. On the way home I stopped at the drug store for Henry and then made a detour to the sex shop where I picked up Wendy's chastity belt. It had an oval metal plate that would cover her pubis and a series of fine chains to make sure it stayed snugly in place. It was perfect, and I knew it would be used a lot. I was really looking forward to Wendy's arrival that night. I sensed she was really aroused by the diaper punishment and I planned an evening of leaving her diapers fully exposed while I plied her with beer, so I could watch her wet herself. As fate would have it I got a call from the hospital at 3:30 and had to go in for a four-hour shift. At first, I thought of leaving the keys to Wendy's diaper lock with a note, so she could change herself. It would be interesting to see if she voluntarily put diapers on herself without being forced to. Then I thought about Wendy's stories of her diaper dates and decided that four hours wasn't that long and if things really got out of control she could call me and I would tell her where to find the keys. I had been called in to handle a teenage girl whose drug-induced behavior led her to compulsive masturbation. Her vaginal area was red and sore by the time she was admitted and no one thought it strange when I prescribed extra thick diapers and a diaper lock as the most humane way to prevent her from hurting herself. Watching that kid waddle around while she pulled and tugged at the diapers and heavy belt that held them on was a constant reminder of my wife and a real turn-on. To be continued……
  11. I'd like to share some stories that I've been through. And I have to say as a freshman whose mother tongue is not English I'm really not good at English, so I will try my best to reduce mistakes in grammar. Also, it may be because of the cultural differences between countries. Some of the details I have told you will be very unexpected and incomprehensible. Please don't pay too much attention to the views and descriptions, just enjoy it as a fictional story. But the whole story is based on reality to a certain extent. I will update as the case may be. I hope that you will enjoy it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- After three years of hard work, I entered a famous university in our country with good results. And study game design there. The reason why I mentioned our school is that it has some particularity. Because our school is famous for the majors that are suitable for girls under our stereotype, such as art, communication media, performance, hosting, drama, etc. Because our school is famous for the majors that are suitable for girls under our stereotype, such as art, communication media, performance, hosting, drama, etc. So the ratio of boys to girls reached 7:3. There are only a few math, science and engineering majors in our school that are considered suitable for boys. Our school is also famous for its comprehensive service to students. For example, long ago, a girl reported that there were more girls in the school, but the ratio of male and female toilets was 1:1. Soon the school noticed this message and transformed the school toilet: some boys' toilets were transformed into girls' toilets. The original layout of the teaching building is that there are two toilets on the East and west sides, one male and one female. After reconstruction, one of the West or east side is two girls' toilets, and the other side is a men's toilet and a women's toilet. The proportion of toilets for men and women is nearly 1:3. Comparing the ratio of men to women of 3:7, it can be found that the per capita proportion of boys is relatively lower than that of girls. Of course, the actual situation is much more complicated than the "digital game" I share now. As a girl, I don't care or deliberately think that I don't have enough "toilet rights", but when I urgently need to solve my personal physiological needs, I once found the benefits of being a girl. It was a Saturday morning. My boyfriend (one of my friends who is a boy) and I agreed to study together in the classroom of the teaching building. But he didn't come to the appointment after I had studied for two hours. It was not until I sent him a message to wake him up that he arrived panting in 10 minutes. His wheezing and the sound of placing objects broke the silence of the study room. He blushed embarrassedly, trying to reduce the noise caused by his sudden intrusion, and whispered his excuse to me. Although he said that he had forgotten which classroom we agreed to be in and was late, I still clearly saw his dark circles under his eyes and his messy hair and clothes - he should have stayed up late last night and just woke up when I called him. Then he put on his clothes with his belongings and rushed here from the boys' apartment. “I'm really sorry.” “It's OK, after all, your apartment is still far from here. It is always a difficult problem for college students to get up early on weekends.” Really, the boys' apartment is far away from the school. There is a road and a subway between the two. There are not many people in the whole classroom, and there are fewer boys. To be exact, there are only oneortwo. There are not many people in the whole classroom, and there are fewer boys. To be exact, there are only oneortwo. Maybe our stereotype that "girls are more down-to-earth and diligent than boys" is right. Maybe it's just that this classroom is an “accident”. The tea cup on the table was steaming, and the whole classroom only had the sound of ballpoint pens sliding, books turning pages and tapping the computer keyboard. Soon, the boy sitting next to me had a new problem. He crossed his legs as if shaking them anxiously. He kept looking out of the door absently. I don't care about his behavior, but he really bothers me. "If you don't mind, please don't shake your legs." Although he will stop temporarily, it seems that he still has a big problem to be solved. With the empty coffee bottle, I can imagine what he has experienced since last night: in order to celebrate the weekend, he and his roommates spent almost a night with beer and games. Play hero league together, then drink a few cans of beer and go to sleep at some time in the morning. At more than 10 o'clock, he was awakened by the annoying sound of his mobile phone. When he saw my message, he realized, "Oh, shit. I screwed up." Only then did he realize how irresponsible his behavior was last night, as he was preparing to go out with a girl. Ignoring going to the bathroom and dealing with his hangover, he put on his clothes and rushed to the classroom. The coffee that served as breakfast and kept him awake obviously made his bladder worse. The solution to all this is actually very simple. He just needs to say, "Oh, I can't hold it anymore. I have to go to the bathroom." But it is almost impossible for us to talk about peeing in front of the opposite sex. Especially when you are almost the only male here and you are surrounded by a person you know very well. He was wearing black sweatpants at the bottom. His legs were pinched tighter and tighter, but to no avail. Under the condition that he would not be seen under the table, he covered his left hand in his crotch from time to time, because this behavior is almost a sexual perversion in the eyes of the opposite sex. Of course, I saw the dramatic display of his left hand and legs. Just like the cartoon pictures of holding urine on the Internet, the hand seems to be grasping the penis through the middle of the two legs. This shape is very obvious on the sports pants. But the reality is never as simple as the description on the Internet. It seems that because of the different physiological deconstruction between men and women, it seems useless to grasp the "water pipe" in his lower body. It may be that all he can do is grasp the "water pipe" itself and cannot plug or press the "water pipe orifice". For example, when I am almost unable to hold my urine, I will subconsciously press my hands on my vagina to relieve the pain of holding my urine and prevent myself from leaking. But boys... They may be able to cover their lower bodies, but they may not have the same effect. Especially when he holds his urine to the extreme, he will have an erection. Although this can prevent them from urinating, it makes it more difficult to hold their urine. (What I said is only my own subjective understanding of the male urination system. Of course, it is not accurate.) Ah, that's disgusting. Just like why he was ashamed to express his needs, under our conservative stereotype, every girl would be disgusted with this behavior, and every boy would be ashamed to show his side in front of many girls. (except for very private moments) “The moment of excretion is the most vulnerable moment of a creature.” What I have described above only happened in 30 minutes. As a boy, he is naturally more suitable to express his needs directly than a girl who needs to maintain his dignified image. (stereotype) A small piece of his pants became darker because of urine leakage. It seemed that he had made a wrong decision: wet the front of his crotch with his "water pipe" facing up rather than down. In this way, he was simply telling everyone directly that I wet my pants. "I... I'll go to the toilet." He did realize that the problem was big enough. Quickly open the door and walk out of the classroom. Of course, he won't cover his crotch with his hand as he walks. It's like declaring "I'm a pervert and I'm about to leak.". What I have seen in animation will never happen to me. I settled down to study. It was not long before I realized that he had been out for nearly 30 minutes. Didn't he just pee? I closed my book and stretched out for a long breath. I also need a little rest. The classroom is on the east side of the teaching building. There are two girls' toilets at the door. I think I know why he left for so long, but not 30 minutes? When I entered the toilet, I heard two girls passing by the door discussing: "I just saw a boy go to the women's toilet by mistake, and then saw a girl and ran out." "Oh, they always make mistakes. Don't boys read the sign when they go to the bathroom?" Please forgive me for laughing. I imagined the story he had just experienced: He was too anxious to see that this side of the toilet was for girls, and then he thought that the other side of the toilet was for boys. When he stepped in with one foot and bumped into a girl who was preparing to come out, he suddenly realized his mistake and blushed. "I'm sorry, I read the sign wrong." I'm sure the girl was shocked, too. In recent years, many news reports have pointed out the bad behavior of some college boys: secretly taking pictures of girls' toilets, secretly taking pictures of girls' bathhouses, and drugging girls. It is almost 100% unforgivable for boys to break into girls' toilets, because girls are afraid and suspect that they will be secretly photographed by the mini cameras that boys set in advance. In our forum, there was a boy who was afraid of being mistaken for a voyeur because he entered the wrong toilet (but he didn't solve it inside, he just went to the door), so he quickly made a speech on the forum and said that he just went wrong accidentally, and was definitely not a voyeur who reported on the news. This fear is also reasonable, because if he is reported, he is likely to be asked to drop out of school. Of the four toilet cubicles, I always habitually choose the middle two. I squatted down and took off my underpants to enjoy the short break. When I got back to my seat after going to the bathroom, he had already come back. He tried his best to hide his embarrassment - he didn't solve it successfully. He was just looking for the toilet for more than 30 minutes. But apparently he found the wrong place. The entire east side from the first floor to the fifth floor is a completely female toilet. He only looked for it on each floor instead of looking to the west, which would give him the illusion of despair: there is no men's toilet here. What should the boys do! Or is it because the men's toilet is being cleaned and can't be used, or is there too many people in line? "So, shall we go out first?" He was trying to find other excuses to find the men's room without leaving me alone. Of course, he won't say that he didn't find the toilet and make everyone feel that he is not even as good as a kindergarten child. I have to admit that if I were him, I would probably do the same thing. "Of course, why not?" I need to help him without being aware of it. When he walked with me, the situation became worse. He almost twisted his legs and walked forward, slower than me. His hands moved about uncomfortably. Although I'm not him, I can imagine the difficulty of holding his urine until now: he needs to try his best to find a men's room to quickly solve the problem, he also needs to stretch his bladder with mental strength so that he won't explode, and he also needs to appear normal in front of the girls. This is almost a kind of spiritual "lingchi". I still couldn't help asking him, "what's up?" He seemed to muster up a lot of courage before saying, "do you know where there is a toilet?" Just as a friend of the opposite sex, his problems are good for him. But how embarrassed he would be if he were dating. "Why not go back to the teaching building and go to the bathroom?" "... well... Isn't there only a ladies' room?" He did go in the wrong direction, but now it seems inappropriate for me to remind him again. "There should be a public toilet in the supermarket over there, but..." He didn't even listen to me and hurried to the supermarket. When he got there, he realized what I hadn't finished: it was a simple public toilet with only one seat, and there were about 10 girls in line in front of him. I don't know whether this is a global problem or a regional problem. Many female sex groups don't have enough toilets for them to use. This problem has been improved a lot in the modern feminist movement. For example, when necessary, girls can temporarily "occupy" the men's toilet to alleviate the problem. For example, a girl can keep her boyfriend away from other men at the door so that she can have a place to pee. But until now, these problems still exist: as I described earlier. The girls in line do not appear to be in urgent need of urination. Irrational people will deliberately show their embarrassment unless you are a lover in this field. The girls just looked at their cell phones and stood silently in the queue. His entry was clearly out of place. And... He can't stand it for so long. He completely lost the image he had maintained in front of me. His legs were twisted together and he half bent down to make his penis shape less prominent in front of the public. "Is there any other toilet here? Men's room? I can't hold it." The tone of shyness completely changed to that of anxiety. From last night to now, boys seem to be able to hold on longer, but that doesn't mean they don't need to urinate. There are three choices in front of him: I know that there is a hidden forest in the school, and he can go there to solve it, or I know a deserted area with a small number of people, or he can directly ask these girls to let him use the toilet first. The last one seemed impossible, because a girl who needed to urinate begged him and successfully stood in front of him. It would be impolite to ask for his position again now. Because peeing in the woods is also considered as peeing in public. Once found, it will be like deliberately breaking into the women's toilet. He finally chose to go to the abandoned area to find the toilet, which is not far away. But when he really felt there, he was completely desperate: the little man sign in the men's room had long been changed to the women's room. There are only two women's toilets and no men's toilets. I went to the other side to pee. Of course, I can go to this side as well. The door opened eagerly, then it seemed that he lost his voice, and finally the continuous sound of running water hit the tiles and the pool. Until I came out, the sound of running water on the other side was still on and off. He came out slowly after two minutes and sighed. "So did you make it?" "Sort of." "Then I also need..." of course, I lied, not only to show that his urination was not embarrassing, but also to verify what just happened. His wet underwear in the garbage can, the small pool on the ground and the wall... He just rushed into the toilet compartment and took off his pants in a hurry, but he didn't have time to take off his underwear. But the inner relaxation made the "water valve" of his lower body completely open. The urine hits the underpants. He tried to take off his pants, but his underwear was completely wet. He tried to ignore what had happened, but the movement of his lower body was too obvious without his underwear. After that, I suddenly realized that although I was a lesbian, I also had some interest in the face of boys holding their urine and urinating. Maybe I will have a chance to see more stories like today, in an environment like our school. ----------------------------------------------------------------- So this is just one of the many stories I want to tell. If you really like it and want to hear more stories, please leave a message below. I will decide whether to update new stories, boys or girls, according to everyone's response and my own time.
  12. View File Liz Raw - You and your sister wet yourselves Liz Raw - As revenge for hogging the bathroom, your sister sits and watches you get so desperate that you wet yourself. She then follows suit and has an accident in her jeans. Submitter Trickle Treat Submitted 07/01/2022 Category Female  
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  14. As promised, here's part 2. Hope you like it! Here's part 1 if you haven't read it. "You can go to the bathroom anytime you want —" I leered at him He gave a chuckle and smiled at me "— as long as you go to the bathroom in your pants." The waitress arrived with the next round of beers. "No peeing unless it's in your pants. You know I'm getting horny just saying this. Fuck!" "Jeez, chill out!" he shushed me. "They can hear us!" I turned around and in the boot next to us there was a group of 4 guys roughly our age, dressed in basketball gear, who may or may not have heard what we'd just said. "Yeah? Too bad." I turned back around to Mike: "It means they'll witness a 21 year old piss himself like a baby." "Shut up!!! Damn" "So... Are you gonna piss yourself or what?" "Maybe. God I'm fucking bursting." I could feel my dick throbbing inside my boxer briefs. It was the beer that gave me the courage to be so open about it. But even then, i wasn't actually convinced he was gonna do it. He had no interest in omorashi prior to going out with me. He was dressed too well. Hot Levi's, linen shirt, white Adidas... Yeah, no chance in hell he's actually gonna flood them with piss... Or... maybe? Nah. Soon after that, our glasses were empty again. The beer was starting to take a toll on my bladder too. All the more exciting. "Let's go for a walk. I'm tired of sitting." He told me. So we got up, paid, and left. I was pretty sure he would have used the bathroom before leaving, but he didn't. The sweltering heat that had accompanied us before walking in had given way to a cool night breeze. "Shit!" He said as soon as we were out of the pub. "What's wrong?" "I have to go SO fucking bad. This breeze just made it a lot worse. Fuck!" He bent over a little bit and crossed his legs, his jeans briefly outlining his sweet soft bulge. "Good God. He's been holding it since this morning. That bulge must be hiding a frickin tankful of piss", I thought to myself. "Good!" I replied. To which again he reacted by laughing and not really saying anything. My dick was hard by this point. I suggested going for a walk downtown. [Mind you, It's a small Italian town, when I say downtown i mean centro storico, where all the bars and the nightlife are. In this case, a 10 minute walk from the Pub] "Let's go back to my car a second" he said "I forgot my cigarettes in there." "Alright." We took the first turn left into the street that would take us to the parking lot, and just as we turned, he stopped again. "FFFFfffuuuuuck. I have to piss NOW. I've never had to go this bad in my life. I'm literally gonna..." "... Piss myself?" I anticipated him "... Yeah. Lol." He gave his dick a hard squeeze, crossed his legs and did a quick potty dance. A 21 year old hottie was suddenly regressing to a 5 year old kid. Beautiful. My dick was getting so hard it was becoming painful to walk. If I hadn't been wearing black pants I'm sure anyone could have seen my huge boner trying to break free from my pants. — "Come on, let's go. We'll find some dark alleyway and piss there. I kinda have to go too now." I said, still not believing I would get to see any pants wetting that night. We walked down the street to the parking lot. It was an old poorly lit cobblestone square with maybe thirty of forty cars parked inside of it. Mike had stopped moaning and complaining. He was now walking next to me like normal. We entered the parking lot and walked to his car. We were almost there when he stopped dead in his tracks. I turned around and OH MY GOD. His position. The position that means just one thing. He was standing still, legs slightly apart, head looking down at his feet. And then a wet spot appeared. He was pissing himself. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was so aroused my legs started to shake and I had to lean on Mike's car for support. He didn't move. The wet spot got bigger and bigger in a matter of seconds. First his whole crotch, than it made its way down one of his legs. A river of piss flowed from his rolled up cuffs straight onto the cobblestone pavement, making a distinctive piss trickle noise. "Fuuuuck. I'm going. I'm pissing myself." I was too aroused to say anything, i just stood still and watched in awe. It wasn't long before his other leg got soaked too. He just wouldn't stop pissing. I reckon at least 30 seconds had passed and he was still pissing. The trickle from his pants cuffs still steady. A huge puddle forming on the cobblestones. He let out a sigh of relief as the trickle finally died down. "Aah yes. I needed that." He lifted his head back up and looked me in the eyes, smiling. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen. My hot 21 year old sweetie pie had completely disgraced himself in front of me, in the middle of a parking lot. To be honest, i wasn't completely dry either: my boxer briefs were soaked in precum. I was ready to burst a huge creamy load in my pants. "Fuck" I moaned "I didn't think you were actually gonna piss yourself for me. I don't know what to say except this is the hottest thing I've ever seen." "Lol, I'm glad you liked it." He said. And just as he said that, I pushed him to the passenger door side of his car and furiously made out with him. I kissed him on his lips, stubble, and down on his manly neck. My hands reached down and squeezed his tiny, firm butt cheeks. They were soaked in piss. I was in heaven. I pressed my crotch into his and shot a warm creamy load right into my boxer briefs and pants. Pure bliss. Complete sexual gratification. — "Damn baby, did you pee out of your butt? Even your backside is soaked" I laughed. "I had to pee a lot. I'm soaked everywhere". Just as he said that, we heard some voices. We quickly separated and I stepped out from the line of parked cars to see what was going on. It was the basketball players that were sitting next to us in the pub. "Shit." I heard Mike complain. "Don't worry" I told him. "You just stay right where you are, they won't notice you pissed yourself. Chill." The group seemed to be walking past us when suddenly one of them saw us at us and came walking towards us. He stepped through the area where Mike had pissed himself: "Hey, you guys got a lighter? Mine just stopped working. These fucking lighters are shit." "Uhm... Yeah, here you go." Mike ran his hand inside his piss-soaked pocket and gave him his cigarette lighter. Needless to say, the lighter had a nice piss coating to it. It felt damp to the touch. The basketball guy took it without batting an eye and lit up his cigarette. He thanked Mike, gave it back to him, gave him a quick once-over and went back to his friends. When they got to their car, I noticed them looking in our direction while talking to each other. "Fuck man that was close" I said "Do you think he noticed I pissed myself? Even the lighter was wet with piss Lol" "I don't know Mike. It's not exactly common to see a 21 year old piss himself. Even though... Yeah, you do look like you pissed yourself actually." As luck would have it, we had a plastic cover in the trunk. It now makes me think Mike had deliberately decided he was going to piss himself that night no matter what. He put it on his seat to avoid ruining his car and we got it. Mike started the car, turned on the headlights and switched on the radio. "Fuck man, I got piss in my shoes too." His adidas sneakers squeaked with every bit of movement. I looked at him again. His Levi's were soaked, a giant unmistakeable piss pattern from his crotch down both of his legs. Even the seam at the bottom of his linen shirt had gotten wet. "I love you baby. You know you didn't have to do this if you didn't want to" I said "You know... I kinda liked it. I didn't remember pissing yourself felt this good."
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  18. Lauren had a rough camping trip. The Drive Includes: Desperation, heavy leaking, toilet denial It was well-known among her friend group that she was unusually prone to bathroom emergencies, though she’d never had an accident in front of them. So when she was begging them to pull over, they weren’t very hasty to take care of it. “Please, I’m about to pee myself,” she pleaded, holding her crotch and scooting in the seat. “You always say that!” said Natalia, the driver. She hesitated, squirming and squeezing herself. “So what?” “I think you’re just being dramatic.” “I’m not! I have to pee really really bad!” They continued to ignore her for a long time. She was telling the truth. Her bladder was so full it was starting to hurt. “I really have to gooo…” she whined, crossing her legs tightly and rocking back and forth. They hit a pot hole, causing liquid to crash against the stretched-thin walls of her bladder. “Ohhh…” she groaned, sticking her hand between her legs. “Chill, dude,” Natalia said, making the other girls laugh. Lauren’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Please pull overrr…” she begged. “We only have like thirty minutes left! We’re like, about to be there.” “I won’t make it! Ahh, I can’t hold it…” she pulled the waistband of her basketball shorts away from her swollen belly. “Do you really need us to pull over again?” Janine asked from the passenger seat. “Yessss,” Lauren whined, holding herself and jiggling her legs. “I’m sorry.” Natalia sighed. “Hold on,” she said, taking an exit. “Mmmph!” she groaned, writhing around on the seat. She winced in discomfort, punching her leg in frustration. “Okay hurry,” she said as she pulled into a parking lot. Lauren leapt out of the car and ran shamelessly into the building. “Where’s your bathroom?” she asked frantically, holding herself and dancing around. “It’s on the side of the building,” the guy replied, giving her a weird look. She ran outside, peeing a little as she pushed the door open. She whimpered, gripping her crotch as she ran, but the movement was badly jostling her screaming bladder. It started to come out as she approached the door, fast enough to leak down her leg as she got there. She was full-on pissing during the desperate sprint to the toilet. Without even shutting the door, she yanked her shorts down and was powerfully urinating before she even sat down, splattering a bit onto the ground and the seat. “Ooh, fuck,” she muttered, examining her ruined panties as urine jetted into the toilet water and splattered loudly in the bowl. She pulled them off after her stream stopped and threw them away. She wiped her legs and her pussy and pulled her shorts back on, fully commando.
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  21. Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 7 From Bytemine Two things happened just as I turned on the ghetto blaster. First, I spotted the kid who had seen me, putting on the diaper. Second, the catheter delivered a big rush of pee and I had to hold still for a second to let the diaper do its job. That got me even more attention. I started the warm up and discovered that my plastic panties were making a lot of noise, not to mention the fact that they trapped my body heat, because of the plastic shell of the Attends. I also realized that jumping around made me leak pee like a stuck pig. Every time I moved I could feel more water arriving. I didn't know how much pee I had in me, but I knew I was about to find out. Time seemed to grind to a halt. I was getting wetter by the second and my diaper now felt like a hot itchy oven. But I couldn't scratch myself there or try and adjust it. Twenty people had their eyes on me. I prayed the diaper and plastic panties wouldn't leak. It was real torture not knowing if there were any wet spots to betray me. I also noticed that the kid who had seen me in the stall was working her way toward the front of the class. She had the devil in her eye, that one, and I was getting scared of her. Fortunately the tape jammed with five minutes left to go. I was so relieved that I forgot myself and turned my back to the class as I squatted down to hit the "stop" button. Somehow I knew I was exposed, even before the damn kid screamed it out, "Those are plastic pants! See Mommy! She is wearing a diaper!" I felt my face get hot. I was trapped. If I turned to hide my secret I would have to face them. The seconds ticked by; they felt like minutes. Finally, I stood up slowly and turned around. They were all standing there, stock still, with their mouths open and their eyes bulging. I couldn't meet their eyes. Without thinking about it, I reached around to feel in the small of my back. Sure enough I could feel the waist of the plastic panties and even the top of the Attends. Summoning every ounce of my strength I walked out of the room as calmly as I could. There was another surprise waiting for me in the locker room. The maintenance staff had roped off all the cubicles except one with "wet paint" signs. That one cubicle faced the rest of the room square-on. There was no place to hide. I grabbed my gear out of the locker and found a corner, hoping no one would bother me. As I slumped down on the bench I happened to look down at my crotch just in time to see a big dark wet spot appear there, testimony to the fact that the Attends had given up hope, so much for wearing my tracksuit home. Just then the rest of the women started arriving. I closed my eyes, not wanting to meet their questioning expressions. Finally, I sensed there was someone standing in front of me. It was Judy. I was never so glad to see someone in my life! She had just arrived for a squash game. I didn't have to explain my problem. She just took over. She ordered me to take off my track pants as she started fishing around in my gym bag. I sort of hid behind her as my plastic pants came into view. I've never felt so exposed in all my life. I looked around the room to see if anyone was looking at me. They were but only out of the corners of their eyes. Judy told me to take off the rest of my tracksuit. She draped the top over my waist and went to the wash basins to get a face cloth which she used to mop up most of the sweat. Finally, she told me to slip the diaper and plastic panties down, so she could see to that area too. I didn't want her touching me there, but it seemed as if she had taken control of me. I just did what she said. I was so scared that someone would make a spectacle of me that it never occurred to me that Judy had taken charge. So I got rid of the diaper and panties as silently as I could, but there was still a strong pee smell that made me wince. Before I knew what was happening Judy was spreading my legs and tending to me like I was a baby. I just closed my eyes and tried to forget that almost 30 strangers were watching this happen. Suddenly I realized how good the wet face cloth felt between my legs. Judy was exploring every crack and crevice, moving the exposed part of the catheter tube as she needed to. Fortunately I had put some Vaseline on the tube during my last change at the office and so it didn't hurt at all when I started to get aroused. Soon I was floating with pleasure. I moaned something to Judy about not wearing a diaper home, and she said the words that sent me into orbit. "You've no choice in the matter. You'll wear what I put on you -- and for your own good!" I don't know why she said that. I had never told her about my grandmother, but it was as if she had read my script somewhere. Just as she said it I saw her pick up a fresh diaper and a can of baby powder from my bag and I caught the scent of it. I came so hard I saw stars all the time it took her to powder me all over and tape on a fresh diaper. If the diaper I had put on just before the class felt good this one was really a slice of heaven. I just relaxed and let Judy do her thing. She must have been a nurse or something because she sure knew how to make me comfy. I guess I really didn't sober up until I was standing up, and she was holding out a dry pair of plastic panties. I had used them earlier in the day, but they were dry now. Still, I could smell stale pee in them, and it snapped my dream. I stepped into the pants, and she brought them up to my waist. She handed me my garter belt and stockings, told me I was on my own for the rest of it because she was late for her game and then kissed me on the cheek. I really woke up when she walked away, leaving me standing there in a diaper and plastic pants, holding my lingerie in my hands. A couple of the women left from my class tried hard not to stare but that bratty kid just feasted her eyes and kept pulling at her mother's sleeve until she got a swat on her bum for it. By now there were more people coming in. Since they didn't get to see Judy being nice to me, they reacted with a lot of surprise. I started putting on my stockings. When I had the garter belt on and my seams straight I went looking for my skirt. I was sure it was in my bag, but I couldn't find it. I had no choice but to go and look in the locker I had used. The only problem was, I was going to have to cross the locker room to do it. I thought of putting my tracksuit back on, but it was pretty dirty and wet. So I took a deep breath and tried not to think of what I must have looked like as I made my way across to the locker. I could feel people's eyes burning into me every step of the way. I also started to feel horny again as I imagined what questions were flashing through their minds. It's a pretty rare sight to see a mature woman wearing a diaper, plastic panties, a garter belt and seamed stockings and not seeming to care that anyone saw her. Thankfully the skirt was in the locker and I put it on before heading back to my stuff. I felt a lot better, even though everyone had already seen everything there was to see. I finished getting dressed and stepped into my pumps. The height of the heels attracted a few more silent stares. I guess it didn't fit with the “I'm medically-disabled excuse.” When I was finally ready to come home I realized how exhausted I was. I was also pretty horny. The back of my mind had come face to face with the fact that I could not go without a diaper for more than five minutes and that my secret had been discovered. As I hailed a cab a new flood hit the diaper and I seem to have peed myself all the way home. Now, you've heard the story. I hope I did my part and gave you a real thrill. Will you please let me loose and take me to the potty?" To be continued…..
  22. “It’s nice to finally come over and take a load off after such a long week.” Minato Aqua took her shoes off and stretched her limbs in all directions. “Can you believe it Shion? They actually expect me to do maid stuff like cleaning the dishes and mopping the floor! I can’t do that! I’m a gamer maid!” “I don’t know, I feel like the title of ‘maid’ probably has something to do with it. People tend to do more in life than just play Apex, you know?” Murasaki Shion giggled to herself as she scanned her best friend from head to toe. She had invited the cotton candy-haired girl over for the weekend under the guise of being “a weekend for the girls.” However, the petite witch had much more devilish things planned. She had been browsing her spell books for new and inventive ways to prank others, but the one she found last week took the cake. “There’s no way I could turn down the ability to trap her in a diaper. She’d look way too cute! Plus, it’d give me a little leverage over her for a while,” Shion thought to herself as her giggle morphed into laughter. “What’s so funny?” Aqua pouted. “I don’t think that my profession is that humorous!” “I suppose you’re right,” Shion replied. “Btw, wanna get into some new clothes? I doubt you wanna wear that maid outfit all weekend.” She grabbed Aqua out of her seat and stood her up in front of her. “Yeah, that’d be nice. You told me not to bring any clothes though. What am I gonna wear?” “Don’t worry about that. I learned a new spell that can change a person’s clothes to whatever they want!” The bratty girl tried her best not to laugh at her blatant lie as the other girl beamed with excitement. “Really?! That’s so cool! You’d never have to buy clothes again! I guess your magic is useful for something after all,” Aqua joked before extending her arms outwards. “What are you waiting for? Light me up!” “Sure thing, baby girl.” Shion mumbled the last part of her sentence as she waved her wand and prepared to cast the spell. Normally she’d need to be touching the subject for these kinds of spells, but this one was based off of line of sight, making it easy to target the girl standing eagerly in front of her. Taking a deep breath and channeling her energy, she uttered, “Infantilia Morphessia.” A bright light emitted from Shion’s wand, blinding both girls momentarily, causing them to close their eyes. Shion was first to open them, however, as she was greeted with the sight of her success. Aqua was devoid of all clothes, save a large, poofy paper diaper. “Shion, what happened? I feel- AIIIIIHHHHHHHH!” The maid cut herself off as her eyes opened and she looked downwards, revealing her embarrassing state of dress. “HAHAHAHA, it worked!” Shion laughed as Aqua screamed in her own humiliation. However, it wasn’t very soon until the witch noticed a soft and crumply object between her own legs. “Huh?! No way!” Shion looked down at herself to reveal she had ended up cursing herself as well. “B-but how?” Shion looked around in a panicked state before her eyes grew three sizes. Slightly behind Aqua’s right-hand side was a full body mirror, of which Shion could see herself clearly. “No, no, no, this can’t be happening!” “Ughhhh, why won’t it come off?!” The other girl was not on the ground, desperately trying with all her might to pull or rip the infantile padding off her, but the garment resisted every attempt as if it were magic. “Shion, what did you do?” “Shit, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” the silver-haired girl cursed, facing her friend with a grimace on her face. “We’re trapped in these until I can find a way out.” “WHAT?!” Aqua got on her knees and grabbed Shion by her waist. “What do you mean?” “Only you were supposed to be hit by the spell, and I was gonna baby you for the weekend. The diapers can only be taken off by someone who isn’t cursed. But, since I got myself too, neither of us can take the diapers off of ourselves or each other.” “You’re kidding me. What now then? You don’t expect us to just sit here and use this diaper, do you?” “Just give me some time, I’m gonna figure something out.” With that, Shion buried herself in her spell book. “Well hurry up. I… have to pee…” Aqua shifted her legs a little at the end of her statement. Shion scowled, feeling a twinge in her own bladder as well. “HURRY UP!” “I’m trying!” Shion snapped back. It had been an hour, and both girls were now bouncing back-and-forth, doing their own potty dances as they desperately tried to hold their pee. The witch-girl had it worse, having to deal with finding a way to undo the spell, Aqua’s rambling, and her bladder all at the same time. “Ah, there it is!” She had finally found a spell that could work. The wording was unclear, but it seemed to be a “spell of sharing”. She didn’t quite get it, but it sounded like she could take her own curse and push it onto Aqua. “Do it already then!” Aqua was bouncing so much it looked almost like an idol step. “Of course,” Shion said with a smirk. This time, the spell was just one word. Grabbing her wand again, Shion incanted another spell. “Synegendo.” “Whoa!” Aqua yelped. The room filled with another flash of white, and before long both girls opened their eyes. This time, however, vision wasn’t needed to know what happened, as they could feel the body heat of another firmly pressed against their fronts. “WHAAAAAAAAT?” Both girls screamed. The spell had done the worst thing possible. Where the duo had originally been wearing their own diapers, they now found their waists were tightly bound together, entrapped together in one large, singular diaper. “Get off of me!” Aqua demanded, pulling desperately at the garment that now conjoined them. “I-I can’t! We’re stuck together!” The girls’ crotched were so firmly smashed together that they could feel each other’s pubic hair grazing the other’s vagina. Before they could comment further on their discomfort, they were reminded of a feeling that was now ripping its control from the girls’ bodies. “No, I can’t hold it!” “Shit me neither!” “I’M PEEING!” Both girls wailed as their urine started to jet out of their pussies and into the waiting padding. The duo could do nothing but hold each other as their crotches were cascaded with one another’s pee, humiliation burning holes through their faces as the begged for it to end. After multiple minutes, their streams turned into trickles, then into drops. The middle part of their shared diaper sagged greatly under the burden of two desperate women’s urine. “S-Shion… I feel so gross.” “I know… Me too…” The girls were gently sobbing on each other’s shoulders, nearly exhausted from the recent events. But that didn’t stop the spell from doing it’s magic any less. After a small reprieve, the short girls felt a pressure build at their anuses. “W-what?! Why did it suddenly get so strong?!” An epiphany hit Shion. “No way…” “Shion, I-I gotta…” “I know. It’s the spell, I think.” Shion let out a curse before continuing, “I think the last spell made us share each other’s spell effects.” “But… what does that have to do with anything?” the maid said, simultaneously squirming to hold the pressure in her bowels while trying not to mash her now soaked vagina against Shion’s. “To be honest, making us naked and putting us in diapers isn’t the only thing the first spell was supposed to do.” A blush formed on the witch’s face before she continued. “It also is supposed to increase the urge to use the bathroom. And because the second spell made us share each other’s spell on top of our own, I think we’re now experiencing the increased urge twofold.” “You… you mean…” Aqua stammered her speech, scared of the implications. “Yes,” Shion exhaled. “I imagine we’re only gonna be able to hold it for a few minutes before we… poop ourselves…” “I see…” No words were exchanged after that. Minutes passed, and as foretold, Aqua grunted softly as her anus gave out, allowing her poop to slide out effortlessly into her side of their shared diaper, bulging out the material with semi-soft goop. Shion didn’t last much longer. She grabbed the maid’s shoulders as she braced herself for the coming incontinence. Several hard logs of poop forced their way out of her behind, coiling on top of on another to make an even more pronounced bulge in her side of the diaper. As they defected in their underwear, their floodgates opened again, causing them to drench each other’s crotches yet again in pee. After many minutes of combined grunting and pushing, the duo’s diaper became fully used, and both girls were finally relieved. Their combined effort and close body heat only made things awkward, however, as sweat pooled all over their bodies and down their diaper as well, sweating so much that they could start to feel their breasts stick together. “We need to call someone, unless you wanna be stuck in a dirty diaper together all day,” Shion said between breaths. “Yeah. Let’s call Choco. She’s a nurse, so she has to keep this confidential, right?” “Good idea. Also, let’s get on the floor before my legs give out and I do something we both regret.” Aqua nodded, and both girls managed to ease themselves into a sitting position on the ground, the duo cringing as they felt their collective piss and shit push up against their bare bottoms and practically smooching crotches. As Aqua dialed up Choco, Shion thought to herself, “This is gonna be the longest wait of my life.” In an hour, Yuzuki Choco entered Shion’s apartment to be greeted by two girls lying on their side, sharing a heavily used diaper. The sight would’ve been appalling if she wasn’t told beforehand, but the demon couldn’t help but burst out laughing at her genmates’ predicament. “Don’t laugh. It’s not funny!” Aqua pouted, squirming lightly as the mess she was in started to get uncomfortable. “Just please, get us out of this mess!” Shion begged, feeling the beginning of a diaper rash developing on her nether regions. “Oh don’t worry girls, I’m gonna get you out in a minute.” Choco pulled out her smartphone and took a series of photos of the humiliated duo, making their eyes turn into tiny marbles. “C-C-Choco, w-what are you gonna do with those?” Fear deteriorated Shion’s ability to speak as the nurse kept taking pictures. “Oh, nothing. Just some material to ensure you two stay obedient while I baby you for the weekend.” The girls’ hearts fell. “But I thought nurses were supposed to be confidential!” Aqua rebutted. “In cases of health, yes. Not in cases of stupidity.” Choco put down the large bag she had been carrying and pulled out two adult diapers from it. “Now, are Mommy’s little girls ready for their first change of the weekend?” “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
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