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  1. (Just a little advertisement first, we've recently formed a Council discord channel. So if you're into proud tough ladies getting into embarrassing situations, getting spooked and having humiliating accidents shoot me a dm. We've got a handful of likeminded authors and artists) Welcome to the sequel of, One huge thank you to my wonderful girlfriend and editor who puts up with my atrocious grammar. Without any further interruptions, enjoy. Baiken huffed as she laid down for a change. The audible squish of clammy, sodden padding underneath her kimono brought a blush to her cheeks. Rivulets of urine dribbled over the plastic shell. The garment had been completely saturated during the night. “It would help if you learned to do these things yourself.” the doctor said, taking a moment to strike an exaggerated pose while he thought. Baiken just growled at him. “It’s difficult with one arm, and if you’re going to make me wear them, then you’re going to change them!” she snapped. “Okay, okay!” he said, holding his hands out, knowing how ill-tempered she could be...especially in the morning. “But look at the progress you have made.” he beamed. She stared back at him, nonplussed. Whatever he was so jovial about she didn’t seem to see it. “Progress, no matter how small, is still progress!” he exclaimed. Reaching into his surgical coat, he rummaged around for a moment before yanking out a sheet of stickers. The crude woman clenched her jaw with displeasure. His methods were embarrassing to say the least. Peeling off one of the stickers, he thrust it forward, sticking it to the “progress” chart in the wet row. She rubbed her face with embarrassment. “I’m not a child, are those really necessary?” she growled again already knowing the answer. “You agreed to follow my methods.” he commented with a shake of his head. “And I’m the doctor!” he added before shoving the stickers back into his coat. “Like I was saying, progress! This is the first night since you arrived that you didn’t have a nocturnal bowel movement.” he exclaimed with pride as if he were a father helping his daughter potty train. The pink-haired woman looked unimpressed by the revelation. “I guess.” she begrudgingly admitted. It was true; since arriving in the city she’d been haunted each night by horrifying dreams. Memories of the past caused her to wake each day, diaper soaked with her own urine and the rear bulging with shit. It had been so bad that she’d leaked the first two nights; Faust insisted her bed be fitted with a protective mattress cover. To do that during the day was one thing but even while she slept! Baiken shuddered, recalling the sticky muddy sensation of a dirtied diaper that she’d spent all night sleeping in. “In addition, you’ve had fewer incidents these past three days!” he added encouragingly. Faust gestured to the chart that was filled with stickers; she couldn’t bring herself to look. Baiken didn’t have to look to know how bad it was. The unbidden dribble of urine into the thirsty padding around her groin seemed never ending. When she wasn’t in ‘class’, most of her day was spent doing menial labor around the compound. Baiken cynically suspected that Faust was just too cheap to hire a cleaner. “Oh, I nearly forgot. You’ll be happy to know that I’ll be getting another patient for precisely the same reason you’re here… well… not precisely the same reason. I shouldn’t be so specific. A similar reason?” he mused, searching for the right word. Baiken groaned, resisting the urge to snap at him again. “Change me before I get another rash.” she hissed. The doctor snapped out of his thoughts at her demand. “Oh, yes, of course!” Whistling a quiet tune through the ridiculous paper bag he wore as a mask, he began. She turned her head to the side, looking out the window as she tugged up the bottom half of her kimono. Cool air suddenly hit her naked skin, and the smell of stale pee tickled her nose. “You’ve been drinking more water too, excellent.” he noted, breaking his jovial whistling to offer her more praise. “Oh, and before I continue, do you still need the toilet?” he asked. There was no use in denying it; she had learned how insistent he could be. Best to just get it over with. Baiken nodded and felt him raising the front of her diaper, holding it back in place. She balled her fists and pushed. A weak stream dribbled from her urethra. The pink-haired woman could feel the warm liquid trickling down her slit, running over the bottom of her buttocks and pooling in the saturated garment before slowly being absorbed. “I’m done.” she grunted dismissively. “Wonderful.” he said before once again removing the wet diaper. “And lift.” he told her. She did as he requested, raising her hips for him as she felt the wet garment pulled away. Freedom, if only for a scant few minutes. She let out a yelp of surprise at the sudden chill touch of the sanitizing wipe. “Cold!” she growled at him. The first time he’d endeavored to change her in the morning she’d ended up urinating all over his hand… that had prompted him to begin asking if she still had to go. “Yes, sorry, sorry. I always forget.” he said absentmindedly. His apologies didn’t stop him from continuing his efforts to wipe the sheen of urine from her flesh. “And done, that wasn’t so bad.” he attempted to assuage her poor mood. She mockingly mouthed his words. It’s what he said every time… “and a fresh diaper.” he continued to narrate her change as he laid the garment on the table. Unfolding the thickly padded garment she instinctively lifted her hips, allowing Faust to slide the diaper under her. “How many more of those do you have? You said you’d order them without those stupid prints on them.” she groused. “Oh, but I think they’re adorable!” he exclaimed. “The pink pictures even match your hair.” he continued. Baiken’s eye twitched with irritation. That was not the answer she desired… “Soon, soon!” he said quickly, upon seeing the death glare. “At the rate you’re using them, I’d say another week or two… or three?” he said. It sounded like he didn’t even know. Baiken remained silent, allowing him to finish taping the diaper snugly around her hips. “All done, we’ll see you shortly for class. Make sure you eat breakfast.” he nattered before sliding out of the room. “What a weirdo…” she grumbled, swinging her legs over the side of the changing table. Standing from the table her kimono fell back into place, hiding her diaper once more. With him out of the room she approached the potty training chart, running her fingers over the myriad of stickers. So many accidents… her eyes watered with shame at the reminder and she stormed from the room. A short while later she reclined on the back two legs of the chair, belching loudly as she rubbed her stomach. A hearty breakfast of eggs and cured meats had satisfied her appetite for now. Since he was off tending to who knew what she’d even brewed a pot of coffee. His insistence on drinking water water water was incredibly tiresome and the caffeinated beverage warmed her insides as she sipped from the mug. She wondered who was going to be joining her suffering at Faust’s clinic. Maybe it’d be someone she’d met in her travels? Baiken gulped down the rest of the coffee and let the chair fall forward, returning to all four legs with a wooden clunk. Slamming the mug down, she wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her kimono. She stood up and immediately froze as a noisy wet splortch came from her diaper. She’d stood too quickly and accidentally messed her diaper. Gingerly reaching behind her she probed the seat of her padding. It wasn’t much but she could feel the slippery, sticky sensation of a small gooey dollop of poop between her cheeks. To make matters worse the gusset of the thick garment wasn’t dry anymore either. A small discolored patch caused the patterns to fade slightly. At least it was a small accident… it barely even counted! Baiken tossed her dishes in the sink, squirming in her diaper, before exiting to the courtyard. Her diaper could wait for now; she didn’t want to ask Faust for a change so soon… The morning sun was already creeping towards noon. It was only with Faust’s coercion that she was beginning to rise before midday at all! Now that she wasn’t up all night drinking it was a possibility. She spat on the ground with irritation. A bedtime… at her age! A heavy bladed axe waited for her with a pile of unsplit logs; wood for the fireplaces and the stoves. Hefting the large tool above her head she began the menial job. It was simple, honest work, and one of the few things Baiken moderately enjoyed here. At least she could keep her strength up! Still, it wasn’t a finely crafted weapon like her sword (which Faust had been adamant about locking up). He insisted that she was safe here, and that it was a place of healing, not violence. She scoffed at his words as they came back to he, and resumed splitting the wood. She let herself fall into the repetitive work. The rhythmic thumping of the axe blade masked the brief spurts of urine that dampened her diaper. Faust skittered back into the yard, peering towards Baiken as she labored. The dutiful doctor continued his peculiar gait towards the distracted woman. His diaper checks continued to take her by surprise, and this time was no exception. He leaned forward, craning his neck up underneath the hem of her kimono and shoving his face against the bottom of her diaper. She screamed in surprise, the axe flying from her hand at the apex of its arc. “FREAK!” she shouted as she whirled around, her heart beating against her chest. The unexpected startle had brought a spate of urine spattering noisily against the groin of her diaper. Her bowels had loosened as well. Already needing to relieve herself from the coffee, a loose watery movement exploded into her diaper, causing the garment to sag beneath her hips. “What are you doing!?” she barked at him, hands jammed between her legs, thighs quivering with the effort to control herself. “I was simply checking your diaper.” he said as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Retrieving what she instantly recognized as her voiding journal he began to write. There was a silence between them… save for the sound of a babbling stream coming from between her legs. “Oh dear… I didn’t intend to startle you!” he apologized to the blushing woman. “Well… I need a change now…” she grumbled under her breath. “Yes… I ahh heard your release. Did you completely void?” he asked. Baiken did not appear pleased by the question. “Yes…” she spat. “I see.” he noted, jotting down something in the diary before beckoning her off to the changing area. “We should get you changed before class anyway. Your diaper was quite wet.” he said which she immediately denied. “No it wasn’t!” she retorted! “I was perfectly… almost perfectly dry!” she huffed, following him back to the changing room now with an awkward bow-legged stride. Desperately she attempted to avoid squishing the moderate bulge in her diaper any more than she already had. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you cleaned up before you know it. We wouldn’t want to be late!” he said, grabbing her by the hand; suddenly he was pulling her across the courtyard in a near sprint. Her dirty diaper bounced against her bottom, squishing wetly with every step. Baiken’s protests fell on deaf ears. Unlike the earlier change which had only taken a few minutes, changing her after a full bowel movement took some time. Fortunately he was meticulous with his effort to keep her from getting a rash. The smell was atrocious; she pinched her nose shut as he tirelessly worked to clean the filth from her backside. It took a good fifteen minutes but in the end she was clean again and placed in a new diaper. “Oh dear… we’re already a few minutes late!” he said, scuttling out of the room without another word. She shook her head and trudged after him. This was undoubtedly her least favorite part of the day… since she’d failed out of his initial Bedwetting therapy class and been transferred to Beginning Potty Training for toddlers dealing with a bunch of brats was extremely irksome. Arriving in the classroom she could hear him apologizing for being late. “Sorry, Ms. Baiken had a little accident in her diaper and needed changing.” he told the classes which brought an uproar of giggles from the young children. “Shut up! That’s not true!” she lied, flustered by the doctor’s humiliating apology. So much for doctor patient confidentiality! “Ms. Baiken, language!” he scolded her. The crass samurai narrowed her eyes and took her seat in the rear of the class, cursing quietly to herself. Her diaper crinkled audibly as she sat. The lesson dragged on… and on… some of it was based in physiology some of it just sounded like gibberish but it was all dumbed down to such an inane level. She heard her name called and snapped to attention. “Ms. Baiken are you paying attention?” Dr. Faust’s voice asked. She growled back at him “Yes.” Even through his paper bag she could tell he was giving her a skeptical look. He paused the lecture and pointed at her dramatically “Then you’ll have no problem telling me. What is the first thing you do when you need to potty?” he asked, pensively waiting for her response. Baiken glowered at him and the simplicity of his questions. “You go to the pot…” she cleared her throat correcting herself. “The toilet.” she said smugly. The class burst out into giggles again at her expense. “Wrong!” he exclaimed, smacking the whiteboard. “Class, Ms. Baiken’s answer is why she is still wearing diapers. When you feel the need to potty, you…” he waited for the class to fill in the answer. There was a unanimous shout from the younger children. “Hold it.” they all said. A young girl patted Baiken on the thigh comfortingly. The pink-haired woman simply glowered at her until she retreated. Fortunately, she was spared embarrassment for the rest of the lesson… until she felt her stomach gurgle ominously. Fifteen minutes left… She straightened her posture, but that hardly helped her sudden, desperate predicament. Breakfast had caught up with her, and to make matter worse, that nagging urge in her bladder had returned as well. She fidgeted where she sat, muscular thighs bobbing up and down. Asking to use the bathroom… there was only a few more minutes left… she could already hear the children giggling if she asked to excuse herself. She glanced up at Faust, still blathering on as per usual. Somehow he seemed to without fail capture the attention of the children with his lessons. She snorted with derision at the idea of a psychopath like him teaching anything useful to children. Her short laughter had been louder than intended; Faust paused his lesson cocking his head a full ninety degrees to the side. “Ms. Baiken, is there something you would like to share with the class?” he asked. The samurai could feel a multitude of eyes all on her. She waved her hand dismissively, attempting to deflect the attention. “Nothing important.” The doctor did not look amused with her answer. “Would you be so kind as to join me at the front of the class?” he asked… His tone of voice however...she could tell it wasn’t a request. “Is that really necessary?” she retorted. “You agreed to follow my rules and guidelines! I expect you to set a good example for the children, but your outbursts have been very distracting today! Isn’t that right, class?” he said, looking around at the young children. They all looked somewhat confused by the question before agreeing in unison; Baiken groaned. “Fine, fine, I’m coming.” she growled. Slowly she uncrossed her legs and got to her feet. Brushing off her kimono, she sauntered towards the front of the class, past her younger classmates; diaper crinkling noisily with every step. “Well?” she asked, standing indignantly in front of him with her hand on her hip. There was a moment of silence. “The paddle of classroom justice!” he loudly announced. Taking his full nine foot height he utterly towered over the smaller woman. The color drained from her face as she craned her neck back to see him. Walking hunched over as he did, it was easy to forget just how tall Faust was. From behind his desk he’d retrieved a large wooden paddle; it must have been every bit of five feet long! It was as big as she was! The class oooohed all together as they watched. She could already feel a gush of pee warming the diaper between her legs at the sight. “W...wait no… that’s…” she tried to protest. Faust sat on the edge of his desk, and before she knew what was happening the lanky man had pulled her over his knees. Tugging up the bottom of her kimono he exposed the puffy diaper. “Oh dear, if you needed a change you should have said so.” he lectured her, spotting the damp discoloration. “I didn’t I… ooh…” she grit her teeth, finally managing to clench her muscles and stem the flow. “Let me up, you pervert!” she barked at him! Faust ignored her demands and addressed the class. “Ms. Baiken is going to be disciplined. This is what happens when you disrupt class and misbehave!” he said, bringing the large paddle down on the woman’s bottom. Even through the thick padding it hurt. Baiken yelped in pain as she was forced forward from the impact. Any semblance of control she’d managed to regain over her bladder instantly disappeared upon impact. A noisy deluge of piss rushed into her diaper. The audible hiss earned giggles from the spectators. “Ahhhhh!” Faust exclaimed, seeing the protective garment begin to droop and swell. “Using your diaper won’t save you from your punishment!” he announced, bringing the paddle crashing down once more. Due to her forceful peeing saturating the diaper, the impact was more of a wet thump the second time around. She blushed with humiliation as every eye was glued to her plight. “I…” the paddle came down with a loud WUMP, interrupting whatever she was about to say. “Faust, please!” she managed to interject before it came down again. “In my classroom my discipline is law!” he exclaimed without stopping, bringing another hard swat down on her backside. With each strike she could feel her bowels loosening, her anus quivering. She grimaced, enduring another blow to her behind. “S..stop.” she futilely begged. He raised the paddle once more. Her body convulsed, her stomach tensed, and in anticipation of the blow her bowels uncontrollably evacuated. It was noisy, sticky, wet. Time seemed to slow down as she felt each gram of waste crackle and ooze into her diaper. The stream of urine had started to taper off; a single rivulet of urine running down her muscular thigh. “Nnng I… I’m… s...stop!” she whined as she pushed more filthy mush into her padded underwear. There were gasps of shock, giggles, and full blown laughter from the children watching her. “She’s pooping her diaper!” one announced gleefully, delighting in the woman’s misery. Another giggled madly “she’s fudging her huggies!” he snickered. “Ewww, that’s so gross!” a young girl said, pinching her nose in an exaggerated fashion. The seat of her diaper swelled; already the prints had disappeared when she’d wet. Now the white shell of the garment was slowly starting to turn a mottled brown. “Oh dear… oh dear!” Faust exclaimed, not having expected this to happen. “She’s a poopy girl!” another voice gleefully announced. Faust finally intervened. “Please class, don’t tease Ms. Baiken for having an accident. It is, after all, why she is here. I suppose this is lesson enough…” he admitted before snapping his fingers with inspiration. Baiken meanwhile grunted one last time, pushing the last of her poop into her diaper, brown muck starting to seep out around the leg holes. Faust returned Baiken to her feet. She nearly lost her balance, but was glad she did not. He slammed his hand down on the desk and with one swift movement cleared it. Pencils, papers, even the ancient typewriter he had for some unknown reason clattered to the ground. Once cleared he brought his fist down smacking the desktop and the whole surface rotated. What was once a standard desk now looked like a changing table one might find in any public bathroom. “Please, Ms. Baiken. Go ahead and lay down. In place of the rest of her spanking she was to be a demonstration to the class! Her head swam, slowly she did as she was told lest she provoke the lunatic further. “Please, one of you fetch Ms. Baiken a diaper.” he asked the class. One of the other children hopped to her feet and scrambled to get the sorely needed garment. Under the desk resided the rest of the supplies he would need. Climbing onto the changing table, Baiken could feel her kimono being lifted up. “Before you lay on your back.” Faust chimed in again. The doctor pointed to the leaking leg guard’s smeared with brown. “You see, class, this is why you should always change as soon as possible. You can see Ms. Baiken is already about to leak! It’s fortunate we were here already.” he explained, keeping her sagging diaper on display for a moment. Baiken shut her eye, absolutely mortified, wishing to be anywhere but her current predicament. “You may lay down.” he said gently, allowing her to twist around and lay on her back. She stared down woefully as he spread her thighs. The entire front of her diaper was sodden, ; she could feel the heavy warmth blanketing her hips. He inspected her for a moment “Oh dear… we might need to get you something thicker; you’re a very heavy wetter for your size.” he said, clicking his tongue with concern. “Oh no no… the colossus is the thickest model!” he exclaimed with an air of hopelessness to his voice. “Oh, I’m rambling again. Anyway!” he turned his attention back to the blushing diapered woman waiting for her change. “Class, you’ll see changing Ms. Baiken’s diaper is just like changing any other.” he explained as he began un-taping the thoroughly soiled garment. Baiken wrinkled her nose at the sudden foul smell emanating from her poopy diaper. There was a quiet murmur about how stinky she was from the class. “Yes, due to her poor diet and previous dependence on alcohol, Ms. Baiken is a stinky girl.” he said absentmindedly as he continued to scrub the excrement from her skin. “Shut up!” she hissed at him. He paid little attention to her outburst and continued the task at hand. Much to Baiken’s chagrin, narration of each step was included. It was among the most humiliating fifteen minutes of the pink-haired woman’s life. Finally it was over, and the class was dismissed. She was the first to leave, running as fast as she could back to her room. The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Baiken broke out her hidden stash of rice wine that Faust had yet to find and drowned her misery in it; eventually she wandered out and into town. Hours passed and with a sodden diaper drooping wetly between her legs she returned. Faust was in his lab doing… Baiken wasn’t about to ask; but… there was another voice? “Oh, the little one’s returned~” a flirtatious voice called out as she came into the doorway. The voice caused the hair on the back of Baiken’s neck to stand on end. Her eye widened, a gush of urine running down her leg. “YOU!” she growled, lunging forward with malicious intent in her eyes. I-no let out a faux scream holding her hand to her head. “Oh Faust, this crass woman is going to attack me. I’m so scared~” she announced melodramatically. Faust stepped forward, blocking Baiken’s path to the dark haired woman. I-no was in her own little world, snickering at the display. Faust was scolding Baiken; the small, pink-haired woman flailing her arms in an attempt to shove past the monster of a man. I-no crouched down, spreading her knees. Her skirt rode up exposing a thick diaper adorned with cartoonish musical notes. “I’m so frightened I pooped my diaper~” she said with a breathy moan, rubbing the front of her diaper with one hand as a wet stain started to form. Grunting, the seat of the childish garment began to tent and expand as she strained to empty herself. “Ms. I-no is here under a very strange circumstance, but I expect you to behave yourself around her!” Faust said, looming over the irate woman. “She’s a madwoman, keep her away from me doctor~” I-no’s coy voice rang out as she grunted again and finished messing her diaper. A wet discoloration blossomed under her hand that’d been mischievously rubbing the front of her diaper as she let out a subdued moan. Baiken finally saw what the short haired woman was doing and recoiled in horror. “Degenerate, pervert!” she snapped, taking a step back and glowering at I-no. Faust whirled around “No! Ahhhh, Ms. I-no, that’s exactly what you’re not supposed to be doing!” he exclaimed, waving his hands in the air. “Stop that this instant!” he demanded. I-no pouted playfully and stood, tugging her skirt back down over her diaper. At least Baiken’s kimono hid it well… the dirty brown bulge hung quite obviously beneath the hem of I-no’s red skirt. She winked at Baiken. “I suppose you’ll be changing me now?” she said to Faust. “Of course! I can’t allow you to stay in a soiled diaper. You’re supposed to be using the toilet!” he said, sounding exasperated with the woman. “Come along both of you!” he grabbed both of them by the wrist dragging them to the changing area. “Now, since you’re incapable of changing yourself. You might have better luck changing someone else.” Faust explained. Baiken scoffed angrily. “I’m not changing that pervert’s diaper.” she protested. “How else will you learn to change your own!” he countered, thrusting them both into the changing room, locking the door behind them. “Neither of you are allowed out until you’re both in clean diapers!” he announced, pressing his face up against the frosted window. “And no funny business!” I-no traipsed in, Baiken stumbled; catching her balance. Taking a moment I-no paused, reaching behind her and squishing her poopy diaper against her bottom with a guttural moan. The pink haired woman gagged, recoiling in horror… how could she do that… “Faust, let me out!” she growled, turning around knocking on the window where his face was. He didn’t flinch, answering with a resounding “NO” “But I bet you’ve never even tried squishing it~” I-no’s sultry voice teased her. She felt sick at the thought; deriving enjoyment from such things? She shook her head, turning around to face her new “classmate”. I-no was face to face with her, a hand reaching underneath Baiken’s Kimono and pressing the front of her saturated diaper. The soggy padding squished softly against her skin. She breathed in sharply, grabbing I-no’s wrist and yanking it away. It hadn’t been the worst sensation, but the proud woman would rather fall on her sword than admit anything to I-no. “Oh, you enjoyed that~” she teased, rubbing her wrist when Baiken let her go. Baiken glared at her. “Touch me again and even without my sword I will end you.” she threatened. “So fearsome, can’t even keep her pants dry~” I-no mocked. “At least I choose to do it~” she continued. “For some disgusting reason…” Baiken countered sharply, tromping over to the changing table. This was a sick joke, bringing I-no here. “Change mine and I’ll change yours.” Baiken growled at her, pointing at the table. “Oh, you’re no fun~” I-no huffed. She stroked her chin “Fine, but you first~” she said. Baiken crawled onto the changing table, spreading her legs for I-no to change her. “Oh dear, you really soaked that one.” I-no commented. “You’re even leaking~” she noted, running her finger along Baiken’s wet, muscular thigh. Baiken shuddered at her touch “No funny business.” she repeated, continuing to glare at her. Fortunately, her diaper was only wet. I-no approached her slowly, looking down at her like a predator stalking her prey. The look on her face made the samurai apprehensive about what was to come. Why couldn’t Faust just change them both! “Oh, but funny business is the best business~” I-no teased her, continuing to trace her finger along the woman’s thigh. Baiken twitched, her expression staying hard as stone. “Feh, fine.” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “I’ll change your diaper, pouty pants.” she continued to tease with a huff. Clearly, that was not the reaction I-no had hoped for. “You’re no fun; you really should lighten up.” she said, ripping open the soggy diaper. Baiken continued to glare at her, remaining silent as the all too familiar smell of urine tickled her nose again. “Oh dear, you really soaked your diaper.” I-no commented, tugging the diaper out from under her and rolling the used diaper up. She paused, holding the used diaper in her hands. “Mmm, it’s still warm~” she teased, kneading her fingers into the plastic shell. Baiken’s expression shifted to one of revulsion. “You pervert! Put that down!” she growled. I-no laughed, “I knew I could change your mood.” she continued, letting the diaper fall from her hand with a wet splat. “Disgust is hardly an improvement!” the pink haired woman argued. I-no just smirked as she plucked a wipe out of the box. Unlike Faust, whose clinical approach was quick and efficient, the raven-haired she-devil took her time. Even her touch was more delicate. It was surprisingly pleasant. The relentless samurai’s expression melted. She bit her lip restlessly, shifting away from her touch. I-no said nothing, simply tending to her duties, not letting Baiken shift away from her so easily. “Stop squirming.” I-no scolded her. The changing continued; I-no brought the wipe ever so teasingly across Baiken’s slit. Her eye widened, her heart rate quickened; “S...stop that!” she snapped at I-no. “Just being thorough~” she said, dismissing her warning. Baiken took a deep breath as she continued. I-no tossed the wipe away, grabbing a fresh one. Resuming her mischievous ministrations the cleanup resumed as normal, working her way down to the woman’s bottom. When her guard was down once again, she felt I-no’s slender digit pushing ever so gently into her tight hole. She curled her toes, arching her back. I-no giggled quietly, pushing her finger in and out ever so slightly. “I’m surprised a repressed, angry sow like you enjoys this~” she teased, pressing her finger even deeper. Baiken let out an accidental moan, quickly covering her mouth and wriggling forward. Panting for breath, she sat up, glowering at the woman. “I did NOT!” she spat! “No, of course not.” I-no giggled, unfolding a fresh diaper for her. “You’re all clean cutie~” I-no winked. “Just have to put this diaper on.” she said, unfolding the garment for her. “I’ll do it myself!” Baiken insisted, clearly having had enough. I-no shrugged, laying the diaper on the table for her. Contenting herself by rubbing the front of her diaper, she bucked her hips against her hand, letting out a sultry moan. Baiken growled angrily as she maneuvered herself on top of the garment. From outside, face still pressed against the window, Faust banged on the glass. “Nooooo, no funny business!” he scolded I-no. She turned and pouted at the window whilst Baiken struggled with the diaper. “Damned thing.” she cursed under her breath. She’d managed to get the front tugged up but with only one arm she could hardly keep it tugged tightly against her skin to fasten the tapes. The end result was a poorly fitted diaper. I-no examined her handywork, clucking her tongue. Baiken felt so small, unable to even put on a diaper herself. She sniffled, eyes watering in shame. “J...just fix it.” she growled, turning her head away. “Of course dear~” I-no said airily, taking a few moments to readjust the tapes. “All done~” she commented, patting the front of her diaper with a faint crinkle. “My turnnnn~” she announced. Hopping onto the table with a noisy squelch, she gasped with pleasure as she wiggled her hips around. Baiken stared at her dumbfounded by the act. Each time she’d climbed onto the changing table it had been with all the grace and caution she could muster to avoid doing what I-no had just done. “I have to clean that up!” she growled at her. “I know, I’m soooo naughty. You should give me a spanking~” she toyed with her. Baiken trembled with anger, barely able to restrain herself. “Pervert.” she spat, ripping the diaper off, staring at what she had to clean up. Was this what Faust had to deal with every time she… Baiken couldn’t bring herself to think of it; cheeks blushing a fiery red. “Just sit still.” she growled, retrieving a handful of the cleansing wipes. Mercifully, it seemed I-no was finally calmed down. She let Baiken tend to her filth covered hips with little interruption. Her head lolled to the side and she looked like she was in another world, overcome with euphoria. One hand made the task even more arduous. Fortunately, I-no did as she asked, turning this way and that when requested. “An excellent display of teamwork!” Faust exclaimed, poking his head in through the door. “I’m leaving.” Baiken growled, storming past the insane man, leaving I-no and the doctor in her wake. Faust watched her as she stomped towards her room. “She changed her own diaper!” he exclaimed proudly. “Poorly~” I-no interjected. “It was her first!” he continued, refusing to be discouraged. Arriving in her room she slammed the door shut. The resounding crack causing her to jump at the unexpected volume, losing a spurt of liquid into her diaper. Baiken tossed herself into her bed, burying her face in her pillow and slamming her fist into the mattress. It wasn’t fair, none of it was fair! She smashed her fist down again letting out her rage. Punching the plush mattress didn’t help. She lay there wallowing in self-pity for a while. Frustrated with Dr. Faust’s ridiculous method, angry with I-no for her unsightly advances, and most of all, frustrated with herself for continuing to have accidents. Towards the end of the evening there was a knock on the door. “Go away.” she growled. Faust ignored her and poked his bag-covered head in anyway. “Just checking to see if you need a change before bed.” he asked. She sat up on her bed and glared at him. “No.” she spat. Subtly working her hand between her thighs, her diaper told another story: soaked. “...yes” she said, the venom in her voice ebbing. “As long as it’s you and not that devil pervert.” she growled, tugging her kimono to the sides exposing the sodden diaper around her hips. He nodded, quickly changing the woman. There was a flurry of movement. She could hardly even follow his motions. The old diaper removed, she was quickly wiped down and before she could blink a fresh diaper was taped snugly around her hips. “There, all ready for bed.” Faust announced. Baiken exhaled, blowing stray pink hair from her face. “I’m not a child. I’m probably older than you.” she grumbled, turning over and flopping back down on her bed. “Of course, of course.” he responded, quickly departing. Her nightmares returned that evening. Gears haunted her sleep, That Man just two steps ahead of her blade, and his toy… I-no. Jets of hot urine continuously poured into her padding as she twitched and cowered in her dreams. Her final dream had her nearly defeated, cowering at I-no’s feet; deafened by the roaring crescendo of her guitar. With her sword shattered to pieces, she scrambled back from the woman. I-no sauntered towards her, swaying her hips seductively. “Is the little girl scared, going to potty in her pants~” she teased as she continued to step closer and closer. Baiken swallowed; as she clambered away from the woman she was leaving a trail of urine through her wraps. A wall appeared behind her impeding her escape. The stream of piss intensified, a golden arc spraying through her wrappings. The wet fabric clung to her vulva as the monster drew ever closer. The red leather clad woman loomed above her, eyes glowing menacingly. “I’m not going to kill you yet~” she whispered seductively. “We have plenty of time to play first~” she cooed. She quivered, feeling her anus go lax just as her bladder had. The sound of a moist, sticky bowel movement filled the air as her wraps filled with shit. Ropes lashed around her ankles and wrists, pulling her to a standing position. I-no yanked her kimono away with ease, tossing it over her shoulder. Baiken stood restrained in front of the dark haired woman still pooping her panties. “Oh, you did, you really did go potty in your pants~” I-no teased, thrusting her hand between the pink-haired woman’s legs and feeling the warm liquid running over her fingers. Baiken couldn’t stop herself; I-no’s touch was electric. She let out a guttural moan. “Oh… oh gods… don’t.. Don’t touch me like that.” Baiken protested, bucking her hips against I-no’s hand even as she objected. I-no giggled, pressing her fingers against the sopping wet fabric. Digging her fingertips against the woman’s cunt, I-no continued her assault. One hand groped her large breast, now hanging freely. “You’re such a little potty pants.” she teased, leaning forward and nibbling on her ear. “And you’re always going to be a little potty pants~” she continued, licking her ear as she worked her fingers through the fabric of her wraps and finding her target. Baiken moaned even louder. “I’m not… I’m not…” she whined, panting as I-no thrust her fingers deep inside her. Anything else she was going to say was lost in a surge of pleasure. She slumped against the restraints, quivering as I-no played with her chest and fingered her. “Tell me how good it feels, how you just love being a little potty pants~” I-no teased, digging her nails into the woman’s breast. Baiken shook her head, a tendril of drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth. “You’ll admit it soon enough~” I-no whispered ominously. Her hand left the woman’s more than generous chest, finding a new target. Baiken shuddered, arching her back. It felt like she’d just sat in warm, thick, mud. The paste squished up her bottom, filling the space between her cheeks as I-no pressed her palm against her, flattening the bulge. “Just tell me you love it, and I’ll take you to heaven.” I-no whispered, groping the woman’s soiled bottom and squelching the barely contained mess within. “N...no I… oh… nnnng” she moaned again, pressing her forehead against I-no’s shoulder. “Oh fuck…. Fuck…” she growled, her hips rocking with every thrust of I-no’s hand. “That’s right, you’re my little potty pants, you’re my little potty pants~” Baiken snapped awake with a start, a cold sweat matting the hair to her forehead. “You’re my little potty pants~” she heard. Ice water flooded her veins. I-no, the viper, was coiled around her. Her hand was as it had been in the dream, kneading her large chest. Digging her fingers into her fleshy breasts, the sensation hurt, but it felt so good. I-no’s other hand was buried down the front of her pissy diaper, fingers thrusting deep inside her. All of a sudden it hit her; an overwhelming, mind shattering climax. She slumped over in the bed, arching her back as she writhed around. How long had it been since the last time… she couldn’t even remember. She opened her mouth to speak, to protest, to say anything, but all that came out was a jumbled mess of grunts, moans, and gasps. She could feel everything; the sodden padding of her night time diaper, the mushed load in the seat, the wet sheets she’d leaked into. All of it coming together as part of her first sexual release in quite a while. I-no purred in her ear, “Such a good girl~” Baiken lay helpless on the bed, her chest heaving with each passionate breath. I-no withdrew her hand from the woman’s diaper with a crude, wet noise. “I’ll tell Faust he has a very messy girl who needs changing~” she cooed, sauntering away from the woman before she could recover. Shutting the door behind her, she disappeared back into the night, leaving Baiken to wonder if she was still dreaming. An aftershock of pleasure rippled through her body, coaxing another moan from her lips. She couldn’t resist pressing her hand against the front of her diaper, moaning at the hot sensation provided by the urine soaked padding. “Oh… oh fuck…” she moaned under her breath before letting her hand fall away, revolted with herself. With I-no dealt with she lay there, frozen in the afterglow of the experience. What had just transpired…. That pervert! Baiken couldn’t believe that she’d actually cum. She gnashed her teeth with irritation; tomorrow she was going to make her pay. “Pervert, demon!” she shouted, sitting up with a wet squelch and feeling the mush squish against her. It oozed noticeably from the cuffs of the diaper. She pouted angrily until Faust showed up as I-no promised with a fresh diaper and a change of sheets. After that eventful rousing she managed to eke out a few more hours of sleep. Once again she woke to a sodden diaper and, fortunately, no I-no in sight. Staring up at the ceiling, she couldn’t even be sure it had happened. Maybe it had all been a disgusting, perverse dream… but it felt real. She shut her eyes and let herself fall back into the mattress. Baiken knew it wasn’t a dream, but she hoped it had been. At least this diaper hadn’t leaked; small victory… Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed she slowly pulled herself up. It was an almost pleasant sensation; the sodden diaper hanging between her hips, squishing warmly against her thighs. Leaving her room, kimono loosely hanging around her shoulders, she wandered off to find Faust for a diaper change. She must have wet recently. Taking a moment to press her fingers into the gel-like material between her legs she gauged the wetness… soaked. Of course she was soaked. Baiken cursed under her breath; why was she even bothering… A faint grumble from her stomach brought a grimace to her face. She needed to relieve herself like normal. Why bother holding it… she huffed and squatted in the middle of the hallway. Spreading her thighs wide she gave a quiet grunt, and with the faintest of effort a heavy, mushy weight filled the back of her diaper. The physical relief was fantastic, but moments after doing her dirty deed the proud woman was filled with shame. What was she thinking!? What kind of samurai willingly just messed herself like that? She slowly stood, chastising herself as she pressed her hand against the sagging bulge in the seat of her already soaked diaper. “uhg...” she moaned, a disgusted tone in her voice. She began the loaded walk of shame to go find Dr. Faust; hopefully I-no could be avoided. If she found her wandering the halls in a full diaper who knows what lewd things she might try. Fortunately, I-no was nowhere to be found. “Hopefully she died in her sleep.” Baiken said with a sneer. Walking into the changing room gave Baiken her answer. On the table lay I-no, a visibly soiled diaper taped around her hips. Faust looked up from his work, about to tear the tapes open. “Welcome, Ms. Baiken. I-no, you can change your own diaper. I’m going to assist Baiken with her diaper.” he said moving over to the second changing table, patting the top. I-no narrowed her eyes and huffed, clearly desiring the attention. “That’s not fair, I was here first!” she pouted playfully. “She has a genuine need of my services!” he countered sharply. Baiken could only think of the intentional mess she made as she waddled over to the changing table. “Alright, just get me cleaned up.” she growled, carefully lowering herself onto the table. “A “please” would be appreciated for all my hard work!” he said with faux indignation as he set to work. Once again, he did the task she had grown all too accustomed to. Baiken pouted on the table, folding her arm over her chest proudly while Faust toiled over the dirty work. “Oh goodness, look at how messy you are, Baiken~” I-no cooed, having rolled onto her side so she could watch the proceedings unfold. “I’m jealous, I want to change her again!” she huffed. Faust bent over backwards, staring at the woman. “Ms. Baiken has clearly expressed her distaste for that, and I can’t say that I blame her!” he said, rejecting her request. Baiken breathed a sigh of relief when Faust denied I-no another chance to be lewd with her… Wipe by wipe she slowly felt her backside become clean. One advantage to having squatted and deliberately soiled herself was that it hadn’t squished all over her skin. With minimal fuss, a fresh diaper was placed under her muscular hips, and a rain of powder signified the end of her change before he taped the diaper shut. “All done, but if you wouldn’t mind, please wait until I-no is finished with her change.” he asked politely. Baiken frowned; she wanted nothing to do with that witch! “Must I?” she growled. “You must!” Faust responded enthusiastically. I-no had hopped up from the table, apparently having changed herself already. “Oh, I’m done~” she said, with a wink directed towards Baiken. “It’s a shame I didn’t have your strong hands helping me, Baiken~” she flirted. Dr. Faust rubbed the bag covering his head in frustration. “What on earth am I going to do with you two...” he said with a sigh. “Don’t lump me in with her!” Baiken protested. I-no giggled like a schoolgirl. “I don’t know, you make plenty of lumps yourself~” she teased. Baiken’s cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. “Shut up!” she hissed angrily. “Calm yourselves! I won’t tolerate fighting!” he cried, standing between them. “I have a task for you both before class today.” Baiken blinked. “I’m listening….” she said cautiously. “Yes, a wonderful task!” Faust concluded with more excitement than necessary. “One of great importance as well.” he added. Baiken was skeptical, while I-no simply looked amused. “I don’t know how you expect me to accomplish anything with this pervert hounding me.” Baiken growled, shooting a glare at I-no. “Consider it a test! Yes, a test…of teamwork!” he improvised. “I’ve been running low on medical supplies. One of my distributors had their last shipment intercepted. Critical that I have it! It was another order of your protective garments.” Baiken twitched in irritation while I-no’s eyes shone with glee. My contact said the bandits were…Oh, where were they?” he asked, scratching his head. Opening his jacket he pulled out a map, slamming it down on the table. “Ahh, yes.” he paused, pointing his finger to a small set of caves. “Here. Not too far, only a couple miles from town.” Surely the monster of a man could handle it himself, but Baiken licked her lips. Finally, the chance for violence, enough to sate her desire to unleash her frustration. No more splitting logs in the courtyard. “Oh, and before I forget, here’s your sword.” he said, rummaging around in his coat before retrieving the finely crafted blade. “and here’s your guitar.” he said, repeating the process, this time retrieving I-no’s deadly teal guitar, handing each of them their respective weapons. “Probably best that you’re out today; I have a new client.” he said dismissively. I-no’s eyes glittered for a moment, Baiken just shrugged. “and before I forget a second time….” he chuckled as he handed Baiken her satchel. “I packed you both a diaper bag with plenty of spares.” “Ohhh, how thoughtful~” I-no said graciously, Baiken simply scoffed. “Have some food, and off you go.” he said, gesturing to the door, shooing them away. I-no ran her fingers up the fretboard briefly playing a fast scale. Baiken pulled the sword part way from its sheath, letting it slide back in when she was satisfied. No sooner had they left the room, Faust’s full nine-foot form loomed menacingly behind them. His paper bag looked even more ominous than usual. “and no fighting between you two. I’ll know.” he promised ominously. Both women felt a dribble of urine spurt into their padding. Baiken couldn’t be more eager to get out. I-no simply tagged along behind her, every so often making flirtatious advances which Baiken quickly shot down. The walk had taken its toll on Baiken’s diaper. After the hour and a half long trek she could start to feel a rash forming; the result of multiple accidents of varying severity. A gentle breeze had wafted through a nearby field of flowers, carrying with it a heavy dusting of pollen. The resulting sneezing fit had left the pink- haired woman gushing piss into her diaper with every convulsion. The very same breeze had knocked loose a boulder from a nearby cliffside, and the thunderous crash of falling rocks nearby had caused her to lose all bladder control, noisily flooding her diaper in front of I-no, who simply watched with a predatory smile. The sudden noises had also coaxed a small muddy lump into her diaper as well. Later, a deer had sprung into the path, once again startling the woman; the lump in her diaper swelled considerably after that. The final indignity occurred when, passing by a glassy pond, she caught a glimpse of her own reflection. Thinking it an ambush, she emptied the rest of her bowels in fright. “They’re just beyond that tree line.” I-no mused, peering out from behind a thick oak. “I think we should change before attacking.” I-no announced. Baiken frowned “I’m fine.” she lied. I-no folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. “No you’re not, I can smell your dirty diaper from here~!” she teased. ”If it was anyone but you, I would.” she growled. I-no simply shrugged “we have a mission to complete.” she continued. “No funny business, I promise~” she said with a smirk. Baiken shifted from foot to foot, judging the state of her diaper.” “Fine”, she acquiesced. “I don’t hear anyone around, just… get it over with quickly.” Baiken growled, quickly lowering herself onto the ground. An errant branch caught the cuff of her kimono, pulling open the top as she lowered herself. With a surprised yelp she felt her buxom chest pop out of her clothing, giving I-no quite the sight. “Oh my, and I thought you didn’t want any funny business~” I-no teased as she rummaged in Baiken’s satchel, retrieving the supplies and a fresh diaper for the woman. As she lay there she could see under I-no’s short crimson skirt. The diaper she’d changed into was clearly wet, yellowed between her legs. “You’re wet too!” Baiken exclaimed. The black haired woman snickered. “I know that, I’ve been piddling into my diaper the whole way.” she said with a moan, “Keeping it nice and warm.” she continued before cleaning up after the incontinent woman. “Pervert.” Baiken accused. I-no simply smirked. “Better a pervert than a grown woman who can’t hold her water~” she countered. Baiken mumbled something unintelligible under her breath before going quiet. With her and I-no both changed they were ready. “Fortissimo~” I-no shouted as she practically flew into battle riding her teal guitar. Deafening music poured forth as she plunged forward without a second thought. Baiken sprinted after her, cursing under her breath. Leaping into battle, her sword leapt from its sheath, running a charging robber through with a spray of blood. Disorganized, unprepared, outmatched. They hardly stood a chance against the two women. I-no’s less than traditional method of combat and Baiken’s superior swordsmanship cut through the bandits in no time flat. A few close calls had left Baiken’s diaper moist between her legs. “What’s that ruckus all about!?” a large figure emerged from the cave, shouting in surprise. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” he roared, stomping towards I-no. Unlike his grunts it seemed he’d provide more of a challenge. “What do you think we’re doing!” Baiken shot back, equally bad tempered. He hefted a large axe in his hands and swung it square at I-no’s neck. She ducked, her tall hat narrowly avoiding being cleaved in half by the blow. Sliding forward, her hands glowed with the magic of sound as she moved to strike. Before she could counterattack the butt of the axe sent her flying back into a nearby tree. Rubbing her head she adjusted her hat, glowering at the man who was laughing at the sight of her skirt having ridden up. Her anger subsided into a moan of pleasure as she felt her padding growing sodden between her legs. A genuine moment of fright. She shuddered with enjoyment, pressing her hand against the yellowed garment and squishing it against her flesh. “Oooh~” she moaned, if only this were the time for such things. Baiken quickly closed the distance, hurling her chain hook at him. He caught the hook with the handle of his axe, catching her off guard with the maneuver. Baiken yelped in surprise as she stumbled forward. His fist caught her in the gut with a heavy whump. The painful immpact drove the breath from her lungs and left her diaper heavy around her hips. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was dimly aware of a poopy mess pressing against her cheeks and an uncontrollable stream of piss gushing into her diaper. He wrinkled his nose as the smell immediately assaulted his senses. “Uhg, disgusting little brat!” he spat as she hunched over in front of him clutching her stomach. She grunted in pain, trembling as she forced another squishy lump into her diaper. He swung his fist again, though this time she narrowly managed to avoid it. Stumbling backwards, her kimono caught on a branch, sending her falling onto her bottom with a loud squelch. Baiken retched in disgust, feeling the warm mush rising up her bottom and threatening to spill out over the top of the waistband. Perhaps even worse was the guffawing from the bandit leader as he got a good look at the thick, well used diaper around her hips. “You, wearing diapers?” he laughed again, spitting on the ground. “Those supplies must have been for a pissy little girl like you then.” he growled, advancing on her. Her cheeks were crimson with embarrassment. A crescendo of noise exploded as I-no reappeared behind him, cracking the man over the back of the head. He staggered forward, dazed from the strike, and Baiken was on her feet in a flash. The tip of her blade erupted from his back with a spray of blood. He twitched for a moment as the life disappeared from his eyes before collapsing to the ground. Baiken whipped the blood from her blade placing it back in her sheath glaring at I-no. Grabbing the woman by the neck, she shoved her back against a tree. The distracted glow she’d been encompassed by whilst enjoying the feelings of her soggy diaper disappeared as the pink haired woman assailed her. She squirmed, choking for breath as Baiken’s fingers dug deeper into the flesh of her neck. “I should kill you for what you did to me.” she spat, squeezing a little harder. I-no flailed frantically. She wheezed, desperately trying to inhale. There was a familiar noise, Baiken could hear it. A wet crackling, popping, squishing noise. The raven-haired woman was soiling herself. This was a genuine accident in her diaper; there wasn’t any acting here. Baiken smirked, satisfied with herself. Relinquishing her grip she let I-no fall to her knees as she inhaled deeply. The glimpse of terror on her face had been a satisfying revenge. “Come on, let’s get the supplies and go.” she growled, marching towards the cave. From behind her she could hear I-no moaning loudly, the crinkling of a wet diaper being rubbed audible. “Ooooh, such a dirty girl. You made me poop my diaper~” she cried lustfully. Baiken twitched with irritation at her enjoyment of the situation. “Just get over here!” she snapped. I-no giggled seductively as she moved to assist the pink-haired woman, unable to resist making comments about the state of their dirty diapers. It was a long trek back, and with all the supplies it was slow going. Baiken refused to let I-no change her diaper, and I-no didn’t *want* to change out of her diaper, which made things even slower. By the time the pair had returned to Faust’s compound they’d completely missed class, which earned them a reprimand. Still, Faust was grateful that they had retrieved the supplies, late as they were. The reward was a long overdue change for them both. I-no considered it more of a punishment however. Baiken’s thighs were smeared brown, and having wet at least twice more on the walk home the sodden garment was far past its capacity. A warm bath was waiting in her future! Baiken excused herself, walking quickly to the bathroom where she could run herself a steaming hot bath. It felt good not to be confined in a diaper for the first time in a few days. Tossing her kimono aside, she slowly lowered herself into the water with a moan of relief. All her troubles seemed to melt away in the scalding water. She shut her eye, the steam making her sleepy. Sleep came unintentionally as she lounged in the tub. The sound of the door opening roused her with a start. The water between her legs yellowed for a moment as she looked up in surprise. A woman with lengthy blond hair stepped into the room, freezing when she saw Baiken in the tub. She stared for a moment, a nearly imperceptible blush coloring her cheeks. “…Sorry.” she murmured before Baiken growled at her. “Out… now.” she snapped. From her low position in the tub she could see up the intruders skirt. The leggings hid little. She too was wearing... something. The gusset appeared slightly swollen. It wasn't one of the comically large diapers Baiken was made to wear, but it wasn't panties. She left as suddenly as she appeared, and once more Baiken was left to her thoughts. Some hours later, Baiken finally returned to her room. A fresh diaper waited for her on her bed. She sneered at it. What a mockery, she’d dealt with that bandit just fine. Things would have gone even better if I-no hadn’t charged in without a thought! She grabbed it and hurled the garment across the room with a huff. Unfolding midair, it hit the wall with a gentle crinkle; not at all satisfying. Reminiscing on the past couple of days she found herself growing angrier and angrier. “What a joke!” she growled, knowing what she had to do. I-no had clearly snapped, and would be no help in finding That Man. This was all just a superfluous distraction; she would deal with her problems her way! Using her sword, she cut a long strip of cloth from the bed sheets, wrapping it tightly around her hips. “Much better.” she said proudly as she gathered her belongings. Escape was a simple matter. Out the window, slide down the roofing tiles and… she paused on the edge of the roof. Her ears twitched. Faint moans echoed through the thin walls. It must have been coming from I-no’s room… that perverted witch. She bit her lip, reminded of the feeling of I-no’s hand plunged down the front of her diaper. It made her knees go weak for a moment. No… she wasn’t a perverted wretch like her! She jumped from the edge of the roof, landing softly. Gravity worked against her, causing a spurt to dampen her makeshift undergarments. Setting out into the night, she vowed that she would improve without Faust’s help, even as a glittering rivulet ran down her thigh. She’d show him and that witch and whoever that blonde woman was!
  2. Stanley79

    Gymnasts and Incontinence

    A study has found a link between joint hyper-mobility (double jointedness) and leakage during workouts. According to the study joint hyper-mobility arises from a gene for longer tendons. The longer tendons support the pelvic floor less well. https://scholar.sun.ac.za/bitstream/handle/10019.1/103624/wilsdorfsamuel_urinary_2018.pdf?sequence=1&isAllowed=y Trampolines produce the highest leakage rates. Searching 'Youtube trampoline pee' gets a lot of hits. But they are mostly duplicates. My mother's side of the family had some doubble-jointed members. Most have said, "I have to go when I have to go" more than once.
  3. If you had a method, whether "magical" or chemical or other to "turn off" your bladder control for a specific length of time, how long would you do it? I know some AB/DL types strive for total incontinence, but most of us would definitely hate that? So, how long? Hours, days, weeks, months, (etc.)? Go ahead and throw loss of bowel control in there too, if you fancy. I'd love to pick your brains about this.
  4. Hey all, hope you are having a great day! I think this is a preety interesting topic to discuss, and if there are people here that work in medical environments or actual incontinents here, please share some of your experience or thoughts!! I always wonder how "common" incontinence is in young people, and how many of this people have to wear protection on a daily basis. It's known that older people might suffer from incontinence more often than younger people, but, does it happen in young and healthy people too? And how often does this condition happen in them? For example, out of 10.000 young individuals, how much of them suffer from incontinence, in a level that requires using protection? And is this problem more common in girls or guys? And finally, if there are treatments that exist to cure incontinence, why does people end wearing diapers or some type of protection? Sorry for all the questions guys, i'm just very curious about this. Have a great week you all! ?
  5. water.wizard

    A Humiliating Orgasm

    This is the beginning of a maybe story to see if you guys are interested. This story has a lot of sexual buildup before the omo, so that may or may not be your thing. There is somewhat intense public humiliation toward the end that also may or may not be your thing. Let me know if you want more. All characters in this story are over 18. -- Megan was just about ready for her first date with a very cute boy she had just met, David. He was just her type -- tall, muscular, dark hair, with a deep voice that made her feel tingly between the legs. She was excited because he seemed really nice and smart and into her, but nerves also coursed through her body. It had been awhile since she went on a guy she was this into. About a year, to be exact. She grew more nervous as she remembered the last time. At the time, Megan was just a freshman in college, and had gotten asked to a football game by a junior. His name was Isaac and he was tall and athletic and on the swim team with Megan's brother. This meant that she got a front row seat to his glistening muscles on a regular basis, something that secretly drove her hormones wild. She had never been kissed by a boy or even touched herself and the frustration was building. "Pick you up early and grab some cherry limeades from Sonic?" Isaac texted her awhile before the football game. Megan wasn't quite ready yet but she was excited Isaac wanted to spend a little alone time with her before the game. Isaac arrived even earlier than that and Megan chose to forgo using the restroom though she needed it, not wanting to keep him waiting. She didn't need to go that bad yet and would just use the facilities at the stadium. Driving with Isaac, Megan had a blast. They got their large cherry limeades and sat in the parking lot for a little while talking and laughing. Megan finished half of her large drink before they left the parking lot, and had finished her entire drink by the time they arrived at the stadium. This was a bad habit of hers. When they finally got to the stadium, there were lines of people getting their tickets checked to go inside. Megan looked around at her bathroom options outside the checkin but they were all portapotties which she couldn't bear to use. Even if she wanted to, she would be too nervous and uncomfortable to let go. She began to fidget in line as the cherry limeade began to trickle down toward her bladder, filling her up more and more by the minute. She cursed herself as she remembered that she had downed two cups of coffee before getting ready to leave which she had neglected to relieve herself of due to meeting Isaac early. Megan and Isaac continued to have a good time as they moved through the line and made it into the stadium. Megan's need steadily increased but was mostly under control. She looked around for a restroom. "Looking for something?" Isaac asked. Megan blushed. The idea of telling this hot guy about her need was a little embarrassing. "Just a bathroom, do you see one?" Isaac looked around, but then shook his head. "No, but after we find our seats I'll help you find one close by." Megan nodded with a smile. Isaac was nice. They found their way to their seats, Megan holding onto Isaac's muscular arm. He wore a loose tank top that showed off his shoulders and pecs and made Megan weak in the knees. She could feel herself getting aroused and tried to not think about him kissing pressing her up against the wall and kissing her all over... 'Fuck, I'm wet,' She realized. After 5 or so minutes of searching, they found their seats. They walked up the nearest aisle of stairs to where the restaurants and bathrooms were but found, to Megan's dismay, a long line outside of the women's bathroom. The men's had no line, a constant frustration in Megan's life. Isaac looked over at her guiltily. "Hey, I hate to do this to ya, but I really gotta take a leak." Megan was embarrassed by Isaac's sympathy and laughed it off, saying she didn't need to go that bad. Isaac ran off to relieve himself and Megan took the opportunity to cross her legs, getting some much needed relief. She straightened up as she saw him returning minutes later, already rid of his problem. She envied him, still holding her thighs together slightly. Isaac noticed her posture and suggested that they sit down on the nearby bench, and that the bathrooms would be free once the pregame show started in 10 minutes and people headed to their seats. Megan was relieved at the idea because she wasn't sure if she could hold it standing in line for 10 minutes, but she was pretty sure she could do it sitting. They found a bench in a small resting area nearby that was a little private. Megan and Isaac sat close now, whispering and giggling together. Megan began to get aroused as Isaac's hand rubbed up and down her thigh, helping quell her need to pee. Suddenly Isaac leaned in for a kiss, finding Megan's open mouth. She nearly moaned out loud as waves of arousal went over her virgin body. Isaac began to kiss her with his skilled tongue, causing her pussy to get wet fast. His hands started to roam her body, slowly making their way down between her legs. Megan could feel that her bladder was full but couldn't stop herself from spreading her legs for Isaac's roaming hands, despite the pressure it put on her bladder. She felt her pussy getting rapidly soaked and she blushed, worried that Isaac would notice and realize how turned on she was, but was powerless to stop him. Isaac's cock was rock hard now. He suddenly pulled her onto his lap by her thighs, legs spread around his waist. Megan gasped at the sudden movement and spreading of her legs so wide, turning her on beyond belief but also sending her need to pee through the roof. Her pussy pressed against Isaac's body as he kissed her neck and it was all too much for Megan. It was then that she also realized how public this was. Nobody was looking right now but people shuffled around close by. The dirty realization only turned her on tenfold and she suddenly felt a strange feeling building inside. Her hips bucked involuntarily as Isaac kissed her again, one of his hands now between her legs again. She moaned into his mouth, feeling her pussy quake in a way she had never felt before. Waves of pleasure began to build inside her pussy and she realized what was happening. She was practically about to cum without Isaac even touching her yet. Megan began to push away from him feebly, her body shaking with desire, but it was too late. His fingers had found their way to her soaking pussy, his thumb rubbing up against her clit, and it was enough to push her over the edge. Megan began to cum with overwhelming force. She moaned in a guttural voice, unable to fight the powerful orgasm now taking over her body. As her climax built, she began to feel like she might pee, and started to panic. She tried to close her legs but they were spread over Isaac's lap. She tried to say something but his fingers moved against her clit again and it was too late. Megan began to climax and she felt with horror as warm liquid began pouring from between her legs, all over Isaac's lap. She struggled to hold back her moans as the orgasm ravaged her body, rendering her muscles jello and unable to pull herself away. Isaac watched in shock and disbelief as Megan orgasmed on his lap, the warm feeling of her pee filling his crotch and pants, flowing over his now painfully rock hard cock. People had now begun to notice as Megan was unable to stifle her moans, and Megan's face and ears burned red with embarrassment as she struggled to stifle her increasingly loud moans. Warm pee continued to flow from between her legs for what felt like forever, each wave of pleasure causing an additional spurt that she could feel every bit of and was helpless to stop. When her orgasm finally released her, Megan had pissed all over Isaac and the bench, leaving a puddle on the floor. She was shaking and waves of pleasure still shook her body. She began crying and apologized to Isaac, practically leaping off of him and beginning to run from the scene. Isaac called after her and stood up to go after her but saw his pounding erection in his jeans and sat back down, covering it with his hands. Megan skittered away at a brisk pace as some onlookers watched, tears starting to spill down her face. She couldn't believe this happened. Another spurt of pee escaped her pussy and dripped down her legs as she ran. Megan turned a corner and slipped on her own urine, falling onto her ass and catching more attention. A hissing sound could be heard as the force of falling caused her to continue to relieve herself. She grabbed onto the railing and began to stand, slipping again and falling into her own puddle. Megan began to sob and finally succeeded at pulling herself up, fleeing the stadium while still currently peeing down her legs. She hid in a portapotty outside and called her mom to come get her. Isaac tried to talk to her again a few times but Megan couldn't bear to face him again. He eventually told her brother about the incident which he relished reminding her of. Needless to say, she was going to be a lot more careful tonight.
  6. rachelkirwan

    female Coffee Shop Oops Moment

    Well, the other day I was out about town. I had a couple of errands planned for the morning, and then had a delightful afternoon with very little planned. Work has been very busy and so I very much needed the break. I decided to do the thing that brings me the most fun, which is grabbing a lovely warm drink, curling up in a comfy chair in a coffee shop, and enjoying a good book. While it’s been getting chillier here lately, I’m not giving up on skirt weather just yet. This being said, it has been quite cool, so on this day, I slipped a pair of thin black tights over top of a pair of lovely white cotton panties with orange trim. Overtop of this, I wore a knee-length pleated gray skirt, and on top a cozy cardigan, overtop of a simple lavender blouse. I bustled about in the morning, and right after lunchtime, I headed over to one of my favorite coffee shops and grabbed a pot of chai tea. I found my favorite spot by the window, which took some jockeying with another customer (I had to perch nearby while my tea steeped and then swoop in). While I was waiting I prepared my tea with lots of cream, sugar and some extra cinnamon on top. I then snuggled in, knees against my chest, and worked my way through my book. I love the chair I chose because it’s big and comfy, but it also faces the window, so if I am wearing a skirt and sit with my legs in a less than discreet lady-like fashion, I get the naughty feeling that people walking past on the street might be able to spot my panties. I get that semi-exhibitionistic thrill of being a girl on display in the window. With an extra naughty jolt as people at the right angle may be able to spot my panties. Today, I thought a passerby would have to look quite closely, given that I was wearing rights, but if they looked hard enough, they would certainly be able to make out my white cotton panties through my tights, given how I was sitting. I worked my way through my first mug, and a good number of chapters. My mind forgot where I was and I dove into my book. After a good half hour, a goodly portion of tea had worked through my body, I was at a decent 4 or 5 on the desperation scale, and when I reached for my mug, it was empty. I wrapped up my chapter and then got up, being less than careful with my skirt. To reserve my special spot, I left my purse and book in the middle of the chair, and I took my teapot up to the counter. This coffee shop does very good teas, the leafy expensive kinds. As a result, you can always get a second cup of tea out of your pot if you ask for more hot water, which they are always happy to provide. I waited my turn, and soon got my tea topped up. I went back to my spot and worked my way through another chapter, while the tea steeped. I was at a ‘you should probably head to the washroom before you get back on the Skytrain, but are probably ok for a while,’ level of desperation at this point. Then, I got up to add all the yummy chai fixings. I poured a generous cup of tea, leaving room for milk. I then added the crazy hipster dark sugar they have and after mixing it all together, added a generous puff of cinnamon on top. My mind still on the ambiance of the coffee shop and aesthetic of a fresh mug of tea, I put my face down into my mug and inhaled the rich aroma. In the process, I got a nose full of cinnamon. As those of you who have been following my pad tests know, a nose full of cinnamon is a guaranteed way for me to trigger a massive sneeze, and this is exactly what happened. ACHOO! It wasn’t one of those sneezes where you have warning and get time to like cover your mouth and cross your legs. Nope. It was a sudden and violent sneeze. I barely had a chance to turn my head away from the tea service station. Right along with the sneeze, I felt a big jet of warm pee erupt between my legs. We aren’t talking a little squirt that just dampens the gusset of your panties. Nope. This was a big squirt, the kind that you can feel dribbling down the inside of your thigh, cooling as it works its way down your tights. I clenched, stopping the flood as quickly as I could, and fortunately there was no second sneeze or additional wetting. So then there I was, standing in the middle of one of my favorite coffee shops, with a bunch of people staring at me, attracted no doubt by my very loud sneeze, with a cooling trickle of pee running down my inner left thigh. The people about me quickly went about their business, unaware of my bathroom accident. I composed myself, and headed back over to my reading nook. I had that crazy feeling that people were still watching me, and that if I immediately went to the bathroom they would guess that I’d had an accident. It’s like that same feeling you get when you are say wearing a diaper and feel like everyone can see it, even though they can’t. So rather than going straight to the washroom to inspect the damage, I went back to my spot. Put my mug down next to the chair, along with the tea pot, and then pretended to rummage about in my purse for a little while, and then I picked up my purse and headed to the washroom. There wasn’t a wait and I went straight in. I inspected my skirt, which given the pleating and cut tends to avoid getting wet when this sort of thing happens, and it was indeed unscathed. I then lifted it up to inspect my tights and panties. There was a cool wet streak running all the way down my left thigh to almost my knee, and the crotch of my tights was pretty. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my tights off, before padding them dry with some toilet paper. I then put my shoes back on, as the floor of any public washroom is not the kind of place you want to be in socks. I hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties, enjoying the little tingle that followed the feeling of the wet gusset brushing my inner thigh. I did still have to pee, so I inspected my wet panties spread out between my thighs while I peed sitting on the toilet. I had made quite a mess of them. In addition to the serious wet spot I had just made, my morning activities and active girl parts had left some other residue on the gusset of these otherwise pristine white cotton panties. After wiping, I let my panties slide all the way down my ankles, and with a little difficulty, stepped out of them and left them there on the ground in front of the toilet. I left my panties there on the dirty ground in front of the toilet, stepped back, now completely naked under my skirt, and took a couple of artful pictures for all of you perverts. I like how the yellow theme of the washroom complements the stain I left in my panties. I then padded the panties dry with some toilet paper, and then decided to take a couple of more artful pictures of my panties, draped over the toilet paper dispenser. I love how the match the colour of the walls. My quick little naughty photo shoot complete, I carefully folded up my panties (wet side on the inside) and then rummaged around my purse for the little plastic baggie where I keep my backup panties. I pulled them out (one of my cute purple Olaf panties), pulled them on, and stuffed my wet panties inside the bag. I also rolled up my tights, and stuffed these into my purse (don’t worry, my purse is pretty big). Then, as an afterthought, because it seemed like one of those days, I pulled a pad out of my purse, pulled my panties down, and affixed the pad. I had been in the washroom for a good amount of time, and had that ‘oh no, what will people think’ thought in the back of my head, even though this kind of thought is completely irrational. I washed my hands, straightened my clothes, and headed back out. My tea was fortunately still warm and my spot unoccupied. I hunkered down for another pot’s worth of reading. Now, as I sat there, I felt just a little bit naughtier, knowing that I had a pair of wet panties in my purse, and also because now that I was not wearing any tights, there was a guarantee that my cartoon character panties might just be visible to keen-eyed passersby as a result of the various un-ladylike poses I assumed while reading. I’m certain a number of random folks spotted my panties (and possibly my pad), while I sped through a half-dozen more chapters. My travels home were uneventful, though the chill on my legs reminded me of my accident earlier. Rach
  7. Story Notes: The Chun-Li in this story is based off her classic costume as seen in this gallery. A tight blue spandex qipao with a matching blue leotard and shiny bronze tights underneath. This is my first story. Please go easy on me :) Feedback and reviews are welcome. Chapter Notes: Prologue for the "Soiled Pride" storyline. Chun-Li is at Interpol HQ and discovers that her trusted friend and ally Cammy has been captured and broken. Warning: This chapter has graphic description of urinary and bowel incontinence along with violent combat, humiliation and vomiting. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. PROLOGUE: BEAUTY AND ARROGANCE Chun-Li opened the door and walked out of the Interpol training gym. Behind her were three of her sparring partners, all of which were bruised and exhausted from the recent session. Chun-Li on the other hand hadn't even broken a sweat. She was on her way to the director's office after receiving a summons.Chun-Li stepped out of the elevator after reaching the 7th floor and begun walking down the hallway. Many of the Interpol staff turned their heads to stare at her as she walked by. Chun-Li was wearing her iconic costume, a form fitting blue spandex qipao with gold accents and white belt over a matching blue leotard and shiny copper tights. The outfit was accessorized by large spiked wrist cuffs, white lace boxing boots and a pair of silk bun covers fastened over her hair.Her costume was a stark contrast to the formal business attire that everyone else on the floor was wearing. Many of the male staff could not resist getting a glance at the woman's magnificent thighs encased in her spandex tights. As she walked her skirt would flow elegantly and every so often would offer a brief view of the tight blue leotard that she wore underneath.As Chun-Li approached the director's office she noticed one of the male agents staring at her like he had never seen a woman before. His mouth was open and practically drooling. A female colleague had to elbow him in the ribs to get his attention about some paperwork. Chun-Li gave off a little smirk as she felt good knowing she was both strong and gorgeous. She knew her costume would turn a lot of heads, but she didn't care. Wearing the costume always filled her with confidence."Please step inside. The director has been waiting for you." Said the director's secretary.Chun-Li stepped inside the director's office and closed the door behind her. The director was sitting behind his desk with a disturbed look on his face.What is the matter director? Your message was labeled urgent.You'll want to sit down for this Chun-Li. She did as he asked.You recall that we've received no communication from Cammy for some time now. We had suspected that this was because she was under deep cover. Unfortunately it appears that she's failed her mission and has been captured. Chun-Li gasped. How do you know this?We received a ransom video and it was addressed to you directly.The director swivelled his laptop towards Chun-Li and pressed a button to play a video.The video begins with a black screen. A light suddenly turns on and in center frame is Cammy. The blonde fighter is bound with her arms behind her back and her ass stuck in the air. She looked as though she'd been tortured in that position for days. There were streaks of tears and mascara running down her face and her bright green leotard had been stained with dirt, sweat and numerous streaks of urine running down from her crotch. Cammy was struggling in her bonds drooling from the ball gag in her mouth.The video ran for a short while until a red hooded figure stepped into frame. The figure was obviously female from the structure of her frame, however her face was shrouded in darkness under her hood. The red figure pulled out a leather riding crop and began whipping Cammy on the ass. Cammy shrieked in pain and began screaming like a child. After a few hits, Cammy's eyes widened and tears began streaming down her face. Then suddenly, following a loud gurgling sound, Cammy violently released her bowels into her leotard and flesh colored camouflaged tights. What initially began as a small brown stained bulge quickly expanded. The thin thong strap of Cammy's leotard bottoms were no match for the massive torrent of paste expelling from her anus. The thick excrement spewed between the thong strap and leaked down her legs. This continued for several minutes as it appeared that Cammy had a massive load brewing in her bowels for quite some time.Chun-Li was horrified. She covered her mouth in terror and continued watching the video.Cammy unrelenting stream of shit torrented into her costume until it eventually came quit halt. The red hooded figure pulled out what appeared to be a tazer and proceeded to zap Cammy in the chest. Cammy convulsed violently, screaming from under her ball gag and then suddenly went limp. A strong stream of urine began to leak out of the broken fighter, further soiling her ruined costume and cascading down her camouflaged tights. Cammy had stopped moving with the exception of the occasional twitch from the leftover electric shock. She was a complete mess and horrible sight to behold. Her once beautiful fighting costume was now acting like a soiled diaper holding in the heroine's shameful excrement. Chun-Li was at a loss for words after seeing her trusted friend and ally like that.The red hooded figure stepped closer to the camera and begun to speak.It looks like your heroic agent has soiled herself. She should have known that wearing such a costume would only add to her humiliation.It's quite sad that she broke quite easily. Begging for her life in fact. If you want her back alive then you'll follow my orders to the letter. I wish to challenge your top agent, the self proclaimed strongest woman in the world. The one known as Chun-Li. She will meet me in Thailand alone. There we will battle each other face to face to determine who is really the strongest. Do as I say, I'll let this shit-stained whore live.The video suddenly ended with a screen displaying the GPS location of a street corner in Thailand. Chun-Li turned towards the director with an angry determined look. Director, let me go to Thailand. I'll defeat anyone that challenges me and I will rescue Cammy. I'll do it for Interpol and for the pride of China. Whoever this hooded figure is, she doesn't stand a chance against the strongest woman in the world! End of Prologue
  8. I have had several tiny head cannon fictions and fanfiction over the years, quite a few having to do with omorashi. by tiny I mean that if the part I had established was acted out it would probably last let than two minutes, maybe not even one. I think there may be others that are like me in this respect, so here is a thread to post it on. As is, I need to get to bed, so I will have to post later. But don't worry, it's coming.
  9. Cindy (teenager) wet herself in fear when she was suspected and intimidated by a security officer. The scene is very fast but quite evident when someone came to try to help her. DUNIA TERBALIK - Cindy Takut Sama Kelakuan Kamtib Aming [30 Januari 2018]
  10. FromHereOnIn

    female Hospital Fun

    Im about so spend some tome bedridden in hospital. Any advice on how to have some fun?
  11. gobphus

    malefemale Waking Up Wet III

    So far in 2016 I've woken up wetting four times: January 30: The night before, I wore my usual diaper and booster pad to bed. Sometime during the night I woke up to the most marvelous sensation of hot pee pouring out of me and bathing my crotch. I was barely awake enough to register what was happening, and I didn't interfere with it at all. I don't think that I even realized I was wearing a diaper. I just felt the heat and the wetness for a moment and went back to sleep. Looks like I'm regressing to wetting in my sleep more often -- that was the fourth time in the past five months. Luckily I was well diapered! I kept my diaper on and wet it some more. It got very bulky between my legs. I enjoyed just holding my crotch with both hands to feel how big my protection combo had become. The last time I wet it, I was lying on my side. Big mistake -- the diaper leaked into my pajamas and then onto the washable waterproof pad that I use to protect my bed. Oh, well, no real harm done. All the wet things were soon washed and dried. March 25: For the first time since January I woke up wetting. This time I was not wearing a diaper, so my briefs and pajamas got wet. Not very wet, since I reflexively stopped the flow. I kinda wish I'd stayed relaxed and continued to wet. Doing so would have been safe, since as usual I was sleeping on my waterproof pad. March 29: The night before, I was undiapered. I woke up and thought I was wearing protection, so I started to pee. I quickly realized my mistake, but not before wetting my shorts and pajama bottoms. I got up and went to finish in the toilet. I began to remove my wet PJs but decided instead to leave them on and finish wetting them while sitting on the toilet. I enjoyed once again the feeling of hot pee bathing my most sensitive areas. April 5: I went to sleep undiapered the night before. I woke up wetting again in the night and, sadly, reflexively stopped peeing. My briefs and pajama bottoms were wet but not my pad. I wish I could experience relaxed wetting again, whether I'm wearing a diaper or not -- as long as I'm sleeping in my own bed, not visiting family or friends! Taking into account the two nights in a row that I wet the bed in early December, I've now wet in my sleep six times in the past four months, which is a rate of 18 times a year. Just considering recent wettings, 3 in 12 days, I see the rate is 90 per year. Whether I wet 18 or 90 times this year, it will be far more than I have wet in earlier years. Thanks, BPH!
  12. Note it's the same story as in the "Fiction" section *** It all started when my parents moved into a new town. Gone were the bustling city life and friends that I made throughout my fourteen years. Now I had to make friends from scratch and adjust to a whole new school curriculum. The latter wasn't that difficult thanks to the support of the various teachers, The former was much harder, especially mixing with senior girls. One such Senior was Sian Teddington, a girl much taller than my 150cm height but virtually non-existent boobs. She held an instant dislike towards me and began to tease me from the first day I stepped into the school grounds. I'm a rather shy person so I wasn't in the position to argue back nor did I report the teasing to the teachers. One would expect me to avoid Sian as much as possible. This, however, wasn't really possible since I signed up for the drama club and she was one of the key students on the club committee. It was about the second week of term when the teachers-in-charge posted up a sign up list for the end of term play. It was a drama which I was familiar with since oh ten years old and I immediately wanted to enter my name on the list. Just as I was making my way through the crowd of students, I was suddenly yanked aside and found myself facing Sian. "Oh, little one wants to be drama queen," she cooed in a mocking tone. "you're..Rem yes, Why is that a problem?" "Of course it is shorty. Everyone in that crowd has been here longer than you and will stand a higher chance on being selected. You, with your build won't even make it to support cast or backstage crew." I felt strangely embarrassed by this ridicule. "But..." "But if you really want the position, I can get you past that crowd. It will cost you thhough." “What do you mean ‘It will cost me?” “Oh, not money or anything, but you will do whatever I ask, whenever I ask or.” Sian said. I started to imagine what types of things she would want me to do. I figured it would be errants or servant-like duties. Surely that wouldn't be so much of a price to pay to get the role? “What exactly must I do?” I inquired. “Oh you'll soon find out. Just dream about it,” Sian answered. “If you play your cards right, maybe you'll be chosen.” “Okay, I’ll do it.” I replied. "You swear and won't go back on your word?" Looking at her towering figure, I said yes. The next day,,, It was a busy day in terms of classes and physical education. PE was a nightmare as I wasn't used to this school's strict exercise regime. Thankfully, PE was one of the last classes and ask school as the bell rang, I caught the bus home. Usually I don't shower more than oncce a day but my whole body was pespiring. Dumping my back near the door, I ran upstairs and within minutes was enjoying the stream of water around my body. Dryin off, I tucked the towel around my rather large breasts and exited the bathroom to find... Sian, standing in my bed room. She was in some sort of catsuit, black and leathery. "Wha...How the heck did you get in?" "Oh little Lauren left the door open. My my, fourteen years old and don't know any basic safety. What would your parents say if you allowed a burglar in?" "Get out now! Or I'm going to call.." "Call who little one? With this?" She held up my phone which was in my bag. And I left that downstairs. "Give that back to me! And get..." "Now, now girl. You're in no position to argue with me. Or the deal regarding the play is off." I couldn't believe it. She was blackmailing me and in my own house. "Okay fine whatever, what do you expect me to do for you?" "First lie on your bed." "What?! What for?" "Don't question me again. Lie down." "I..." With suidden speed, I was tackled down onto my bed by Sian. "He...mmmmpp" My cry was muffled as she pressed my head against my bed. Despite my struggling, she managed to flip me over then yank my arms up. Cold steel encircled them and I realised I was handcuffed not only wrists together, but to my be frame--my bed was the type with long metal tubes as part of the frame. "Hey, release me....mmpppphh," Something was stuffed into my open mouth and a sticky tape was plastered over my mouth. "Please relax. You'll hurt your wrists otherwise if you struggle." I did so but glared at her. Is this want she wanted me to do for her? "Now, the next part is little tricky. Hold still." Suddenly, a syringe filled with liquid appeared in her hands. My eyes widened as she rammed. yes literally rammed the syringe into my left arm. I immediate felt a chill envelope me and tried to may a sound or move but just couldn't. But i could still see her and my surroundings. "Good, it's working." I heard her say. Wait, what did you do to me?! I cried silently. Did you paralyse me. "Relax little one, it's all temporary. After all, you disobeyed me so I had to do it the hard way." She suddenly moved away from sight but I found my towel lifted up. My stomach and crotch was exposed and to her! Wait, was she going to take photos and blackmail me? Help!! "Relax," I heard her say but I just couldn't respond. I heard some rustling then several poofs, like something was being squirted out. What was she doing to my lower torso? Tattooing? Please not a tattoo.... “This isn’t much growth. Big boobs but little pubes” I heard her say. Wait don't tell me you're.... "Ah done," she said with a satisfied tone. "Bum up." and I saw (yes saw since I had no sense of touch) her lift my legs up. The next sound was something plastic-like and then my bum and legs were placed down again. Then another adhesive sound. Suddenly, all the my other senses came back and I immediately moved. Just as I struggled, I felt a large dampness growing between my legs. "Mmmmmpph?!!" "Ah, back to the land of livng Lauren. Can yoou feel it?" "Mmmm....ahh!!!" She peeled off the tape and extracted the object from my mouth--it was one of my own underwear! I lifted my head up to see.... "Oh my gosh, did you just diaper me?" To be continued...
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  14. This story takes place a week and two days after Master kenneled me for my atrocious attitude in Best Buy. "Punishment always comes before understanding, my Nothing." Master had reminded me as He unlocked my cage and as I stayed on all fours with my head touching the cold tiles on the kitchen floor...the pool of my morning piss soaking my knees. Master quickly revealed that He understood why I was so terrified of telling my family, but He'd made the decisicion that it WOULD happen and there was nothing I could do about it. Kissing my forehead, Master allowed me to stand, shower and prepare His breakfast. [ T H E - N I G H T - B E F O R E ] The night before the two hour drive to my parents' house, I finally felt our baby start to move. Master was so excited that He laid me back on the sofa and laid atop my naked, undiapered form -- not even caring that I slowly started to soak His shirt - as His chest was pressed in against my pussy. My loins throbbed for Him every single time He touched me -- but since this board doesn't allow sex posts -- we'll just say, an hour later Master put His filled-in-more-ways-than-one Nothing in her pregnancy bed. [ T H E - J O U R N E Y - H O M E ] ...the fear within... I sat in the backseat, fingers curled against my lips - marveling at how smooth my fingernails felt against them. Back and forth I rubbed my nails - secretly trying to train myself, on the two hour journey, not to wet the diaper I was wearing, but it was soon bulging and I knew it was a lost cause. Sighing, I laid my head back against the seat and lifted my ass, pulling the wet diaper out from between my legs, wrapping it up and tossing it in the trash bag. Standing up a bit more I spread the new diaper out - giving it a look as if to dare myself to wet it...but I knew it was futile. I heard Master, somewhere in the distance of the front seat, clear His throat and I knew it was time for the "plan." "Ok, Nothing, listen. I know you are scared, terrified of revealing this to your parents, but I want them to know with ME present, so I can help my Nothing through whatever reaction they might have. Do you understand I do this out of love, Anna, my Nothing." It was at that moment my bladder released again as if to say "see, we knew He'd take care of us, don't be scared, be proud." My bladder was a bit more confident in the situation than I was. "Yes, sir - nothing understands that You love her. I'm sorry for doubting You, Master." Seeing his satisfied look in the rearview mirror had my heart beat slowing a bit more, until I started seeing the familiar city of my parents' hometown - the town where I was raised. Trying to blink it all away, I felt warmth between my legs, once more before I spread my hand out across my growing bump - garnering strength from Master's child. Within five minutes, we pulled into my parents' driveway when the deafening sound of the emergency brake ripping into place, tore me from my stupor of fear. "My nothing, I want you to go inside and say hello then hurry yourself to the bathroom. Take off your diaper and leave it unfolded in the trash can. Your mom texted me and said dinner was ready - so you come out, without your diaper and sit down next to me at the dinner table. They already know about you as a slave and I think this will help you push this on them with a greater ease, but nothing -- you will stop trying to hold it, like you did in the car." He winked and I grimmaced. He wasn't mad, but I forgot I made a certain kind of face when I tried to hold my piss. "Yes, sir..." I nodded and slid from the back seat, pulling down my long, colorful maxi dress. The only solace I had was when I stood, gravity took its toll on my weak bladder and I soaked my diaper as my hand was gently squeezed into Master's. D I N N E R Half-way through dinner, we had all gushed about the baby - with my mother suggesting completely outdated names for our baby. After each suggestion, Master would look to me and wink...He loves my mother and father. Sometimes Master would even mouth the horrible names, trying not to laugh. It was as I was finishing my steak that I felt the first stream start to flow and I looked to Master with a horrified look. His look said "don't freak out," but when the stream started to change into a river, I gently laid my fork down and curled my toes against the hardwood floor when the first half of the stream became loud as it splashed at my feet. "Ann, I think you're spilling your...." My brother started and then stopped when He realized. "Oh, baby! That baby must be huge, already pressin' on your bladder. Hold on, baby -- I'll clean you up," My mother coo'd and tried to comfort me. "No, Jeannette," Master started, stopping my mother - when He spoke again. Anna has something to say to all of you...you know how much I love your daughter and our baby -- so I ask that you give my beautiful girl all of your understanding, or at least a step in that direction." My piss slowly and constantly dribbling down my legs and onto the floor - I took a moment to look at every one of my family's faces. "My Sir, a while back, completely regressed my potty training, in essence giving the last bit of bodily control, I was willing to give, over to Master. I uh..." I looked to Master, trembling, but making Him happy. "...I no longer feel the urge to pee -- it's, uh -- it's all gone. Eradicated. So now I wet myself...or my diaper." Silence filled the room, my mother staring at us in complete and utter sharp silence. It was in that moment that I realized just how loud my piss could sound when it started to flow again, out of fear -- and this gush couldn't be stopped - the sound of my hissing release echoing through every single ear. Reach over, Master squeezed my knee and mouth "good girl." [should I continue?]
  15. gobphus

    malefemale Waking Up Wet

    In four days I'm going to be visiting family for several weeks, so it will be very embarrassing to wake up like I just did, with my briefs and pajamas soaked in my own urine. In preparation for my trip I decided not to wear my usual diaper to bed tonight. Sleeping without protection seemed safe enough, since I hadn't wet in my sleep since August. I dressed in black briefs and plaid pajamas, omitting my favorite diaper and pad combo. Being cautious, while getting ready for bed I drank only enough water to wash down two tiny pills, rather than my usual 20 ounces. I vaguely remember wetting. I felt a warm wetness in my crotch as I released my urine. I didn't even think I was diapered but I didn't realize that I was wetting the bed, either. I never even woke up fully until about 2:10 AM, when I woke up and noticed cold wetness on my right thigh. I felt around my groin and legs to see how wet I was. The cold wetness of my soft pajama bottoms extended from my waist midway down my right leg. The sheet under me was wet where my wet pajamas contacted it. As I lay in bed, thinking about what to do, I became vaguely aroused. I reached inside my briefs and found that my penis was pointing down and to the right, held in that position by my tight black briefs. I realized that was why I'd wet the right leg of my pajamas. When I wet the bed I usually take pictures of the damage, so I got out of my wet bed and went into the bathroom, shut the door, and turned on the light. I lay down on the small blue rug and blue bath mat that partially covered the blue tile floor. I took a couple of pictures of my wet pajamas with my iPhone. The pics didn't show any obvious wetness. I stripped my pajamas off and looked at my black briefs. Their entire front was obviously soaked, so I lay down again and took another picture: Explicit Content I took off my soggy briefs and put them and my wet pajamas into the dirty-clothes hamper. I retrieved a towel that I use to protect my chair when I wet in my study and laid it over the wet spot in my bed. I got back into bed and am now writing this story about my waking up wet tonight. Tomorrow I'll wash my wet pajamas, underwear, sheet, and towel. I'll also think whether I should take serious protection with me on my trip or just hope for the best.
  16. I'll be going to France for a business trip. What incontinence supplies are available in the bigger supermarkets like Carrefour and Intermache. Ive heard they sell Tena but what about washable incontinence pants and plastic pants? Are these only available in pharmacies?
  17. whitwetwhat

    Hello, 40.

    In the past few years leading up to turning 40, I've learned, fetish aside, that sudden urges are a lot stronger, and shouldn't be ignored. Today, I had my first run-in with stress incontinence, albeit mild. I was working in my kitchen on making and canning hot pepper relish. I took in a breath of too-hot pepper and had a coughing fit. I couldn't control my breath, and all of a sudden, I ... I peed a little. So, the good news, I guess, is that if I decide to indulge in my fetish into my middle age... it's going to get easier.
  18. If you've seen my first post, I'm now affected by urinary incontinence which has cause quite a few accidents. The newest accident happened in a laundromat in my "dorm" building. I was washing sheets that I had wet while asleep due to not putting on a diaper before bed because I was so tired and random clothes, some were wet from accidents my daytime pull ups couldn't hold. So I'm doing laundry and I'm wearing my nighttime diapers, ( its near bed time and they are really good at holding wettings but are pretty crinkly) and I feel a slight need to pee. I ignore it due to the fact that I think I can hold it til I get to my apartment since I'm so close to the laundry room. I start to switch out my laundry and I hear someone enter the room. I'm kneeling at the washing maching when she goes to the machine next to me. I try to get up after putting my laundry in the basket very carefully but can't avoid the slight crinckle of the diaper... she gives me a strange look but I had a receipt from the store from earlier so I took it out and took it to the nearby trash can. I went back to my basket and as I went to bend over to grab it, I completely wet my diaper uncontrollably. The worst part is that this diaper crinkles more when wet so I have to make my movements subtle in order to avoid detection. I thiught i was in the clear until I was bending to put laundry in the dryer, my shirt wasn't long enough and the waistband was apparently visible. I then got a scoff from her and I asked if she was alright (assuming something had gone wrong with the machine they were using), to which she replied... "no, nothing'swrong with me, is something wrong with you?" I then asked her to clarify what she meant and the conversation went like this "Well, I mean... youre wearing a diaper... " "Uuum, no..." "Dude, I clearly saw that you're wearing one, I even heard it, and saw it" "Uuuuhhhh..." "What are you, a little kid unable to know when you have to go?" I was quick in my feet and used my mild epilepsy to ramp up my reasoning (lying a bit in the way, as i haven't had a seizure in a while) " I have relatively severe epilepsy and it's better that I don't wet myself if I have a seizure..." She immediately paused and turned red as she thought she had judged me too quickly "I... I'm so sorry, I feel like an ass. I didn't realise" "Its fine, it's pretty embarrassing to walk around honestly knowing situations like this happen all the time" "No, it's fine, you shouldn't be embarrassed if you can't help it... okay?" "I know but still, it can make things pretty awkward sometimes for me" "So how long have you had seizures?" "Since I was about two..." "Wow, were they always really bad?" "No, they only came back and got worse a few years ago" "I'm so sorry to hear that, do you need any help with anything? " "What do you mean?" "WelI, I mean I work for the hospital down the road and I'm well versed in caring for people who wet themselves and also have seizures" "What does that have to do with me?" "I mean... If you want, I can stay with you when you're here and make sure you're okay and change your diaper when you need..." I told her that my boyfriend looks after me and she then responded with "Is he okay with all of that " "Ya, he understands and is really nice about it" "I'm glad, he must really love you" "Ya, we've been together for a while and he got used to this" "I'm sorry, I guess I should mind my own business. I also should've been more understanding and not jump to conclusions..." "Its alright, I'm used to it" Then the room went silent for a moment and she said "I'll keep it a secret" "Thank you, it would be really embarrassing if this got out" "No problem, I gotta get back to my room... but if you need me I'm just a few doors down." "Thanks, but I'll be fine" Then she started her laundry and left... do you think that it was okay that I exaggerated my condition a little bit to avoid a more embarrassing conversation or was that the right move?? Its more embarrassing to admit i cant control my bladder than to explain epilepsy I feel...
  19. WriterForce6XV

    Love Live: Leaking Love

    I said I’d release part one of this fanfic soon, but I didn’t really expect it to be tonight. Well, I guess it’s a good thing… except now I’m fresh out of ideas for how to start part two. What a tradeoff. So, this is my first ever fanfic for Love Live. And it’s also Eli/Umi, my favorite pairing (random side note, Yukiiti/TMNR’s Eli/Umi doujins are amazing and I’m sort of basing some parts of this fanfic off of them). I’m really nervous that I screwed something up… Umi is probably out of character. And really, only one other character even shows up this time, being Eli. She’s probably out of character, too, though it might be harder to tell since she only gets a few lines. Sorry if I’m right and they are OOC. But to be fair, I’ve never watched or read Love Live, so just about everything I know of the series comes from canon compliant doujins. That aside, it’s worth pointing out that I am now officially the first person on the internet to do a Love Live ABDL fanfic. Cool, I pioneered it! Now people who actually have watched the series and know what they’re doing can follow in my footsteps, right? … Right? No? I gotta be the one to do it? Okay then, I was planning to do more anyway… You can start reading now. This rambling note is already too long. Leaking Love Part One: Conventional Solutions to Unconventional Problems She should have been happy. She should have been positively ecstatic about this development. She had been invited to the house of her crush for all of Valentine ’s Day weekend, since the holiday was apparently on a Saturday this year. But instead of being joyful, excited or the like, all Sonoda Umi felt was an overwhelming sense of dread and nervousness. Why did she feel so negatively about it? Well, there were a few reasons. First off, the lesser reason: the context of the invite, which had just been sent to her from her crush, Ayase Eli, via text message a few seconds ago. She invited Umi over for making Valentine’s chocolate for the other members of Muse, along with lots to distribute to their fans. Even if she was being invited over on Valentine’s Day, there was nothing romantic about it. But being at her crush’s place on such a weekend, she was worried she’d slip up and say something that revealed her feelings. While thinking this and staring at the text from Eli, another one came into the feed. It was short and to the point. “You don’t have to answer as a text. I’m right behind you.” Umi turned around to find the object of her thoughts standing amongst the bustle of other students behind her. Not only that, but she was mere centimeters apart from her, holding her phone in her hand. The blunette instinctively recoiled backwards in shock, hitting the door of her open locker in the process. And at the same time, she felt her underwear grow a little warm and damp as her bladder released a tiny spurt of pee into it. She managed to stem the flow before it got bad enough to be noticeable to people (as in, none of it overflowed onto the ground), but her face still gained a bright pink tint. This was the second reason why she was not at all looking forward to the prospect of spending an entire weekend with Eli. Whenever the quarter-Russian touched her or got too close, Umi tended to lose control of her bladder in short bursts and end up wetting herself a little. She knew it wasn’t the direct reason why, but it ended up causing it to happen every time, and the result was what mattered. “D-don’t sneak up on me like that…” Umi said breathlessly, putting a hand over her recklessly beating heart. “I wasn’t planning to,” the blonde responded with a bright, slightly mischievous smile. “But you just seemed so focused, I thought I’d see how close I could get without you noticing. Considering I sent that text from right over your left shoulder…” That sent the second year’s imagination off right away. She found herself thinking of Eli tapping away on her phone right over her shoulder… and suddenly, she had to make a real conscious effort to avoid her bladder leaking again. Even imagining her senior in close proximity would cause her to wet herself if she wasn’t careful. Actually, her imagination was more dangerous than the blonde herself in that regard. If she started imagining things like this when she wasn’t already making an effort to hold it, the accident could be much more severe than minor leakage. Naturally, she couldn’t talk about this with anyone. Partially because, due to the reason behind it, the embarrassment of speaking of it could likely cause it to happen. And partially because she really had no desire to let anybody else know that even as a second year in high school, she still had problems wetting herself. “Please don’t tease me so much,” Umi pleaded, even though she knew it would fall on deaf ears. “Nope! It’s too fun to just stop doing it as often,” came the immediate response accompanied by a disproportionately bright beam of a smile. “So, about the proposal I made on the phone. Will you please help me out? I can’t do it all by myself. And I’m sure Alisa would be happy to see you.” “I-I…” all things considered, she had initially planned to refuse. But faced with the pleading look Eli gave her, she just couldn’t resist. “Okay.” “Thanks so much!” Eli responded with a near-shout and a sudden lunge forward, wrapping the blunette in a fierce hug. The sudden and huge contact was enough to totally override her attempts to hold her bladder for a second or so before she finally regained her composure. If there wasn’t a puddle on the floor before, there probably was then. The blonde pulled away soon enough, saying she was going on ahead to practice by herself. Umi quickly got the rest of what she needed, closed her locker, and left the scene herself, not wanting to call unwanted attention to the small pool of yellow liquid that she had noticed below the spot in front of her locker. “This problem is getting out of hand…” Umi’s habit of saying what she was on her mind while in deep thought acted up, and she ended up saying this aloud without realizing it about five minutes after she finished her homework and was left with just her mind to entertain herself. The problem she was thinking about was her pee problem, of course. When her thoughts were allowed to wander, they typically drifted to either Eli, her wetting, or both. Her feelings for Eli weren’t really the cause of her tendency to have lapses in bladder control. But at the same time, they did contribute to the problem, so to speak. What really caused her bladder to involuntarily relax seemed to be her heart rate. More specifically, whenever her heart beat too fast, she would lose control unless she had already been making a conscious effort to hold it beforehand. And she couldn’t really do that for very long at once, so just holding her bladder all day wasn’t a viable option. She’d had this problem all her life – it was the reason she grew up to be so level-headed and serious most of the time. When she was younger and more easily caught off guard, her family kept her in pull-ups, or, as they called them, training panties to deal with it, but after she turned ten, they couldn’t rationalize keeping her in them any longer, so they had her wear regular underwear from that point on. She personally wouldn’t have minded staying in pull-ups longer, since it kept the rest of her clothes from getting wet, but her family was more concerned with the public opinion than hers. She also knew that her take on the matter was probably skewed back then, since she had more or less worn protective undergarments of some sort all her life until that point, so it was all she knew. Fortunately, as she grew up and became harder to disconcert, the accidents naturally lessened as well. From around age eleven to fifteen, she very rarely leaked even a little – she could count the number of times it happened on one hand and have more than one finger left over. But then she joined Muse and had to participate in lives… and also met and befriended Eli. The quarter-Russian girl quickly grew fond of teasing her the closer they got, which often involved startling her or making physical contact in embarrassing ways. And just like that, Umi was given a hard reminder of the existence of her lifelong troubles with her bladder. They kept getting closer and closer, and before long, the blunette realized she had fallen in love with the third year. Unfortunately, the newfound awareness of her feelings only made her wetting problem that much harder to deal with. She wanted to stay close with Eli, even in spite of how unreliable her bladder could be in the other girl’s presence. Recently, the problem had gotten much worse. Mainly because she seemed to be having more and more daydreams that caused her heart to race, and thus, caused her to lose control. And because she was daydreaming, it took her much longer to realize and stem the flow, which led to much bigger, more noticeable accidents. It had gotten to the point where she had started keeping extra underwear and skirts to school to change into just in case, and pretty regularly having to make use of them. Even that was starting to be an inadequate measure. And since she did her own laundry in order to keep her family from finding out, she just ended up creating more work for herself that way. It was clear that she needed to do something to prevent her accidents from causing so much damage. Umi looked over at her closet, weighing her options. She had some things in there she recently bought online that she knew would fix the problem. But if she were to use them, she’d need to keep it a secret from basically everyone she knew, including her family, Honoka, Kotori, and… Eli. Her sister was out of the house and her parents didn’t search her things or clean her room, so it would be possible to keep it a secret from them. As for her childhood friends… it was doubtful. They usually saw right through her, so if she acted even the slightest bit off, they were liable to notice and try to get the information out of her. But with how much she’d been spacing out lately, that was liable to happen anyway. In regards to Eli… she was the only one where it absolutely made sense to use the things in her closet. Because she was more likely to be found out sooner or later if she didn’t do it and kept wetting herself like normal. The puddles she left in the hallways of the school from when the third year got too close had turned from tiny droplets into miniature pools. Eventually, the quarter-Russian would look down after hugging or startling her and see that there was pee on the floor. She’d bought the things in her closet two weeks prior, the package arriving one week later, and due to indecision and anxiety, Umi had yet to try them out. But the problem only seemed to be getting worse with time. She was beginning to think she was already having a harder time hiding the signs of her accidents than she would if she just used the things she was so afraid to try. She only had a few minutes before she had to go to bed, so trying them on right then would be a moot point, she concluded. She would revise her decision about them in the morning, as she always did. When she woke up three hours early and immediately noticed the cold, clammy feeling beneath her, Umi decided it was about time she stopped pretending she could get by without the things in her closet. She had been dreaming about Eli, and apparently it had been exciting enough to cause her to wet the bed. This was probably the tenth time this had happened in the past collective month – which meant one in four mornings, she was forced to wash sheets soaked with her pee. Which would normally mean that she would be used to it. But this one in particular was especially bad – the area that got soaked went from her thighs all the way up to her mid-back. She had to wonder if she’d wet in her sleep more than once. That was it. Enough was enough. She needed to do something about this problem before people found out due to her negligence. But first, she had to fix the more immediate problem: she needed to shower and then wash her sheets. For once, she was grateful that her sleep had been interrupted, since it gave her time to hide the evidence. Luckily, she managed to get up, get her sheets (along with her pajamas and stained underwear from the day before) in the laundry, take a shower, and get some new clothes on before her parents woke up. She didn’t really need to worry about her mattress – she had had this bed since before her wetting problems temporarily tapered off, and nobody had ever really bothered to take off the plastic sheet used to protect it. So her increasing count of bedwetting episodes wouldn’t damage the mattress. But this also meant she had to clean the plastic sheet off every time, as a sort of small tradeoff. By the time she was done with all those things, Umi had about thirty minutes before her parents would get up for the day. They normally rose before she did, but fortunately, she woke up drastically early every time she wet the bed, which gave her ample time to erase the evidence without them being awake and wondering what she was doing. And today, it also gave her time to try on the things in her closet. She walked up to the door and opened it, pulling out a large brown shipping package from the floor and taking it over to her bed. She had already cut the packing tape on it to get it open around the time it arrived in the mail, but every time she moved to get its contents out, she always got cold feet and ended up putting it back in her closet to wait until the next time she decided to reevaluate her decision. She could feel the usual anxieties that she experienced every time she tried this creeping back into her mind, but this time, she decided she wouldn’t give them an outlet. If she was ever going to go through with it, she needed to just stop thinking about it and do it. She knew that once she made this choice, she’d probably never go back on it. But she also knew that, all things considered, she might not even want to go back after passing the point of no return. It could even end up being better for her in the long run to just do it instead of thinking her way out of it like usual. Resolving herself and steeling her nerves, Umi opened the box, but didn’t look inside, instead directing her gaze at the covers to the left of it. She decided it would be easier if she just got things out by feel, rather than looking at them. With how nervous she got before this point every time, looking at the supplies in the box all at once could make her heart rate go up enough to make her wet herself. And she’d just put her uniform on, so she didn’t want to get it dirty. She reached in, rooting through its contents until her hand grasped a bottle-like container. She pulled it out and set it down on the bed to the left, allowing her to se it. It was an indigo bottle with the kind of lid that reminded her of premade seasoning containers. Although, this container was much bigger than a seasoning bottle. It was pretty clear what it was even without looking at the brand name. She reached into the box again, this time grabbing a small, very thick, squishy, kind of cold rectangular item from the bottom, the packaging of which made noise when she gripped it. She pulled it out and set it down next to the bottle, looking at it appraisingly. It was a package of wet wipes. She probably wouldn’t need to use these this time, with how she’d just taken a shower and all. The rest of the contents of the box had already been removed from their initial packaging back on the day it arrived in the mail. She had considered using them then, but ultimately decided not to. But at this point, she’d had enough of having to clean up after herself so much. It had to stop. So she reached in with both hands and grabbed the last two things (well, one of each – there were multiple in there). After she set them down on the bed, she looked at them, thinking glumly about what she had been reduced to. They were, plainly put, the components of an adult sized cloth diaper. A dark blue waterproof cover with Velcro fastenings on the sides, and a very long strip of white, thick, absorbent cloth that was meant to be folded and layered inside of the cover. This was the only thing she could think of that would keep her from having to do so much extra laundry to wash the pee off her clothes and sheets. But it was understandably hard to make the decision to put herself back in diapers, so she’d put it off for quite a while. But by this point, she was causing more damage by wetting herself in normal underwear than diapers themselves would cause if someone close to her found out. She couldn’t delay it any longer. She grabbed all the things she’d taken out of the box and put them on the floor, then walked over to her bedroom door and locked it, since she’d forgotten to earlier. After that, she went back over to where she’d set everything down and sat beside it, beginning the coming process by opening the cover up and layering the cloth properly before placing it inside. Next, she removed her skirt and set it off to the side, revealing her nude lower half – because she’d planned all morning to do this, she hadn’t put any panties on when she got out of the shower. She lifted her behind up before positioning the open diaper under herself, making sure it was perfectly centered before lowering herself onto it. Umi’s first impressions of her new underwear were that the cloth was really soft. But she didn’t dwell on this for long – she still had stuff left to do. She grabbed the indigo container, which held baby powder inside, and unscrewed the cap in order to undo the seal. Once that was done, she put the cap back on and twisted it so that the holes on top were open, then sprinkled a liberal amount onto her privates. After closing and setting the bottle down, she rubbed the power into her lower region, being sure to get all the necessary areas covered. Finally, she laid down on her back – she’d read online that this process was much easier to do laying down or standing than it was sitting. She had to take a second to readjust the diaper’s position, since it moved when she lay back. Once done adjusting, she pulled the front of the layered cloth up in between her legs and over her powdered privates. She made sure that was a snug fit before pulling up the side panels of the diaper cover and holding them there with one hand. Using her free hand, she pulled up the front of the dark blue diaper cover and, finally, fastened the Velcro on each side. That was it. She was done. Sonoda Umi was officially back in diapers. She sat back up and grabbed her skirt, putting it back on before standing up and smoothing it out. She went over to her bedroom mirror, trying various poses to see how easily the skirt would ride up enough to expose the padding underneath. She found out a couple things through this. First off, bending over even halfway was a really bad idea unless she wanted to give people a pretty substantial view of her new underwear. Second, just as the seller had advertised online, these diapers were essentially silent, no matter how she moved, unlike disposables, which crinkled loudly with movement. This type of protective undergarment was also much softer and more comfortable than the pull-ups she wore until age ten. She’d go as far as to call it a nostalgic feeling. She didn’t know if it was normal for people to remember the feeling of being in diapers or the time when they were toilet training, but for her, the effort lasted long enough (and was unsuccessful enough) that she never really ended up forgetting it. She had been more or less kept in diapers until she started going to school at age five, which is when her family switched her to pull-ups. In a sense, Umi mused, she’d never really been completely potty-trained, though whether that was even possible for her was unclear. The only reason she ever really stopped wearing diapers was because her family was concerned with how the public would view her for never being able to grow out of them. The same went for the pull-ups that followed them. Which meant that whether she ever really stopped needing protection on a functional level even temporarily was unknown. Though, if she were being honest with herself, she probably never did, since the problems themselves apparently never went away, only going dormant for a while. Once done with the mirror, she went over and looked at the clock by her bed. She had about twenty minutes before her parents would wake up. She had already gotten the sheets out of the laundry and put them away – it was what she was doing right before she got her first standard diaper in ten years on – so that meant she didn’t really have much else to do. Except, as she realized with a quick look to her bed, putting her new supplies away. After that, she decided she’d make herself something for breakfast. Around the start of first period, Umi found a glaring flaw in her decision to put herself back in diapers. Specifically, that they kind of prevented her from using the restroom normally. When she felt the need to urinate towards the beginning of first period, she asked to use the bathroom out of habit, but once there, she realized that it would probably be really hard to take off her diaper and put it back on in a restroom stall. So she went back to class without emptying her bladder. Which, not twenty minutes later, she realized was a big mistake. For breakfast that morning, she’d had tea as her drink. Which made her have to pee more and more frequently, or in cases like this, made the need grow faster. With just ten minutes left in class, she had to fidget to keep the need from completely destroying her ability to focus. But after thinking about it a little, she realized she was kind of being silly about this. She was wearing a diaper to contain her pee. And she was going to end up using it at some point. What did it matter whether it happened then or later? And she wouldn’t be going to the bathroom again anytime soon, since she’d just gone, which meant that whether she let it happen or not, she’d end up wetting herself soon. Better to just get it over with. With a small sigh, Umi stopped fidgeting and relaxed. Only, nothing happened. She didn’t just start peeing. She had an idea as to why, though, which fortunately also came with a way to fix it. Acting on her assumption, she slid forward in her seat until most of the pressure between the chair and her was on her rear end. Then, she took a deep, calming breath. The trickle started on her exhale. She felt the absorbent cloth pressed up against her begin to grow warm as the flow grew from a small dribble to a miniature torrent. The relief was immense, and she knew that if anybody was looking, it might have been showing on her face. Finally, the stream slowed to a halt, ending about how it began: in a slow dribble. She instinctively reached down and touched the front of her diaper with her hand through her skirt, pressing the padding up against herself as a less overt way of checking how wet she was. While she could notice the dampness, she felt that it could definitely take another incident like this before she needed a change. Two feelings bubbled up from deep within her. The first was a sense of liberation. With a diaper on, she didn’t have to worry about pee getting on her clothes whenever she leaked. As was just proven, the garments could easily take not just her usual minor leakage, but full blown wettings as well. Which also meant she could daydream all she wanted about Eli without any repercussions. It was a great, freeing feeling. The second feeling was guilt. She was fifteen years old. She was supposed to be able to hold in her pee no matter what. But here she was, wearing an adult-sized diaper because she couldn’t trust herself to keep her underwear or sheets dry. Not only that, but she peed in it of her own free will, too. How far had she fallen…? Of the two, the liberating feeling was much stronger, though they sort of went hand in hand here. Umi decided right then and there that wearing diapers wasn’t so bad after all. She functionally needed them anyway. And at least for the moment, she was okay with that. You know, even two months ago, I didn’t think I’d ever write for Love Live. Ever. Not once. I simply don’t know enough about the series, and it’s also generally not my genre, since my standard genre is action-suspense-drama over on FFN. But then I wrote a one-shot for K-ON. And then I wrote another. And then I wrote the first chapter of what may become an absurdly long fanfic for it. And then it hit me that if I can write frigging K-ON and not screw up so badly that everyone flames me, then I can probably write Love Live, too. I know about the same of both series and they’re kind of in the same field of anime, after all. Despite this being totally out of my element, I must admit that I’m having a blast with it. That goes for my Love Live and K-ON stuff. It’s been great! And people don’t hate what I’m putting out (that I know of at least…), which is awesome. And since I don’t write ABDL stuff a whole lot and therefore don’t have a huge group of fans, I feel like the views I get here count for more than the ones I get with my pre-existing stupidly large fan base on FFN that just eats up whatever crap I produce regardless of the quality. If this keeps up, I may have to start writing ABDL stuff more regularly and actually make a name for myself. Till next time!
  20. "Bring....bring...brin..." I slapped my alarm clock down and kicked off my covers. Another sch...no wait it's a public holiday! Yay! I thought, dropping back down on my bed. "Morning Jennifer," my mother called, her figure materialising over me. "Gosh, you had a wet one last night." She was referring to my diapers, which were partly visible beneath my Pyjama bottoms. I've been a massive bedwetter since birth and my mother always insists on changing me. It's just on of the unwritten rules of the house that I can't break. She and Dad (very rare--stopped changing me at about eight) would always tape on my diaper before bed and remove it in the morning. I've only diapered myself once during a sleepover. To school, I wear pullups, or rather those Goodnites for Girls and bring an extra pair in case I neededed to change. Rolling over as I've done for my sixteen years, my mother places a rather large changing mat on top of my sheets. I used to have a child-szie one but soon this one appeared. Don't ask me where my mother bought them from--she would never tell me where most of the diaper supplies come from. Swiftly she untaped my soggy nappy. "Looks like the sun is in full force today," I commented, noticing it shining through my window. "Yeah, it's going to be a scorcher, "my mom replied, wiping my vulva with quite a number of baby wipes. Yes baby ones, it's always been those. I yelped as I always did. "Jenn, you're so old and yet your not used to the wipes?" "You know I always...ow! ow! react to different temperatures, Mom," she was wiping my anal region as I talked. I always asked her why since I only have no bladder control at night. She says it's for hygienic reasons. Whatever. Finally done, I roll over as she unpack another fresh Tena Slip Maxi. Lately my wetting accidents at school have been more frequent and I even peed once in my boyfriend's car--I was wearing protection luckily. Yeah, my mom checks my underwear all the time. So now the new rule is wear diapers as long as I'm at home. Or during long family trips or when shopping with her and dad. The new diaper taped on and with the usual that's it, she said, "Breakfast is waiting. Don't take too long to change." "In that case I''l head strait down, after I brush my teeth," I said. Sauntering into the bathroom, I was struck immediately by the heat, even though the windows there were closed. Coming out, I decided to just wear my diapers and my night T-shirt downstairs. I usually do that in the summertime since wear a bottom would increase the heat around the padding between my legs. "Jenn! Put something on!" My mom screamed, seeing my dress code.My breasts were quite visible through my shirt. "Mom, it's not like you haven't seen me in this dress code before," I grumbled, sitting at the table and pouring myself some juice. "Morning Dad." "Morning baby girl." "DAD!" I exclaimed. He knows I hate it when he calls me that. "Well, the way you're dressed..." "Horace!" My mom interjected. "Still Jenn, put on a bra especially in front of your father." "You know I've stayed in the house like this before, " I grumbled in return, biting into a piece of bacon. "What do you have planned today?" My father asked, changing the subject. "Nothing really. Jon's got to to work at his temporary shift. I'll check what to do." "Well don't get stuck in the house all day," Dad replied. Breakfast over, her announced he was off for his tennis game. "Come give Daddy a hug." I did so, my 34B breasts pressing against his stomach--I'm quite short. Patting my nappy, he waved goodbye to us. Ugh, I hate it when he does that! Back in my room, I opened the window, remembering to close the blinds--my room wasn't exactly visible to the street outside, but just ot be on the safe side. Clicking on the room fan, I switched on labtop and scanning around my social media sites, most of my friends were busy with their own schedules. I thus moved to my online fiction websites to read. As the minutes passed by, I felt my bladder fill up. Previously when diapered or nappied at home, mom would make me use the toilet and only pee in the Tena Slip if I couldn't make it in time. However, during this new phase wearing at home, she had allowed me to pee in my nappy. I figured out anyway that it would be a better use of the Tena Slip instead of stay in a dry one all day. So that's what I did as I read my stories. An hour into my web surfing, the heat of the room started to increase. Gosh, I thought, peeling off my night T-Shirt and fanning myself. Finally, I yanked off my shirt and threw a nearby shawl over myself. A little bit cooler, I thought. "Jenn!" I was shocked as my mom reappeared in my room again. Then again, I forgot that with this old house, my room door could never be locked properly. "What of earth--put proper proper clothes!" "Mom, the blinds are drawn and anyway, it's so freakin' hot," I countered. "Well, go take a shower; you're the only one who hasn't this morning." I usually shower early but since there was no school, what's the point? "Grr....ok, but you know that means..." That means mom taking off my diaper and wasting a good one--I had only peed once in it so far. Mom would never tape a diaper back once it was removed--yes that's a waste of it and costly but I didn't really care since she and Dad were the ones paying for my nappies and supplies. Finally naked, I entered the shower. True enough, it was refreshing shower--lucky I remembered to switch off the main heater. I took my time and played with myself. Yeah, strange that I get aroused playing with myself using my hands rather than being diapered nightly and now during the day at home. Tap off, I dried myself off, especially my vulva and wrapped my towel over me. At this point, I usually love just wearing a towel--a few minutes of being not in a nappy. Ok, I thought, mom would be calling anyway to tape a new nappy on. So I exited the room, expecting her to be there but she wasn't.
  21. Oh hey, this is done! Yeah, not gonna lie, I feel like a total dick right now. Poor Maki, and that’s coming from the one who wrote this… worse yet, it’s not even done. This is just part one of two or three, and it only gets worse from there. Also, just a fair warning, but you may have to suspend your disbelief for this one a little. The methodology is a bit more advanced than what is possible right now, but not by a whole lot. Anyway, I’m kind of on the fence about this one. It’s not terrible, but I’m not perfectly satisfied with it, either. I’ll probably like the continuations more, so it’s not a huge deal, even though I write primarily to entertain myself (which actually makes my standards higher than normal, I think). Hopefully you guys will like this thing more than I did. Let’s find out, shall we? The Price of Freedom Chapter One: From Bad to Worse From pretty much the moment Nishikino Maki woke up, the had the feeling it was going to be a bad day. The thing that clued her in shortly after first opening her eyes was a cold, wet, clammy feeling underneath the covers of her bed that stretched from around her mid-thighs to her lower back. This was the third morning in a row she had woken up to sodden sheets. The occurrence wasn’t exactly one she had been dealing with a very long time. It started happening only about a month prior to this particular morning. It gradually grew in frequency until it happened almost every night. And while she had a pretty good idea of why her body kept doing this, she didn’t exactly have the means to stop it, either. The conclusion she’d reached about this newfound habit of hers was that it was the result of stress. More specifically, she was becoming more and more anxious over an inevitable event that she would have to go through, but she wished she could save until she moved out of her parents’ house. Namely, informing her parents about her relationship with a certain third year at her high school. Yazawa Nico had only gotten more and more adamant about being upfront about it with them as time went on. She had expressed the desire to tell them pretty much from the day Maki had confessed and they started going out, and she kept insisting on it no matter how many times the redhead tried to refuse. To be fair, Nico had brought up some decent points for her argument. Things like how hiding it from them would only cause mistrust when it finally came to light, and how it was better to be open and honest. But the Nishikino heiress was not in any sort of rush to explain to her traditional parents that she was not only dating another girl, but an aspiring idol on top of that. The more Nico kept pushing to tell them, the further Maki slid down a rabbit hole of stress. They had been dating for a month and a half, meaning that the bedwetting started after only two weeks. Most if not all of the maids in their house definitely knew about it by this point, after a whole month of having to do extra laundry because of it. It was humiliating and she just wanted it to end. Hoping that if she were to just get it over with, this shameful event would stop repeating itself, she finally gave in and set up plans for it. Later that night, Nico would come over and have dinner with them, and at some point during the visit, she’d tell Maki’s parents about their relationship. But if how the simple act of waking up went was any indicator, this would be a really bad day. With a great sigh, the young Nishikino heiress slowly got up, reminding herself to let a maid know to wash her sheets on the way out. This was going to be a long day. Rather surprisingly, dinner went pretty well. At the very least, Nico didn’t say anything particularly unfit for her hosts. She handled herself remarkably well, better than Maki knew was possible for her. Towards the end, when the maids carried away their remaining plates and Maki’s parents were getting ready to leave the room, the third year came out and just said it. That she was dating their daughter. The Nishikino heiress had no idea how she got the courage, but she did. That was right about the moment, looking back on it, when everything went straight to hell. Maki’s father’s initial reply wasn’t too bad. He simply said “I see.” Her mother had a more positive reaction – she actually smiled, at least – but she didn’t stick around for long. Well, more like she seemed to just get the hell out of Dodge. She left the room very quickly, as if she were running away from something. When her father also reached the door, he turned around. He asked a rather blunt question. “Could you have one of the maids show her out and meet me in the family room? There is something we need to discuss.” After that, he briskly left. From that alone, Maki knew she was just about screwed. In order to delay the inevitable, she decided, she would take Nico to the door herself. So she grabbed her partner’s hand and dragged her along. The third year asked why, but she didn’t get any kind of response other than the hand around hers tightening. The walk from the kitchen to the front door seemed to go by too quickly. It barely felt like any time had passed at all, even though the walk supposedly lasted at least a few minutes. Once they got there, the twin-tailed girl waited patiently – they were still holding hands, so she couldn’t exactly leave. After a few seconds, the redhead spoke, voice trembling ever so slightly. “I have no idea what he’s going to do,” she admitted, running her free hand through her bangs. “But I don’t have a good feeling about it.” “Do you want me to stay?” Nico asked, squeezing her partner’s hand reassuringly. Maki shook her head, giving a squeeze back before letting go. “That could make him worse. And I’m not sure I’m okay with dragging you into the family discussion that’s about to happen.” “Okay. If you want, you can tell me how it went later,” the third year replied. She leaned in for a quick hug, then made her way for the door. “I’ll stay up until I get a text from you.” “All right… bye.” The door opened, then closed behind the older girl on her way out. And just like that, Maki was alone. No one else to face her father with. Her mother ran out specifically to avoid dealing with what she knew was coming. But unfortunately, the high schooler couldn’t exactly run from this discussion. So she made her way to the family room. Contrary to her first trip across the house, this one seemed to drag on forever. She wasn’t exactly hurrying, but it seemed almost as if time itself slowed down this time. But eventually, she made it to the place where her father was waiting. He was normally very strict about the usage of his time, but for once, he didn’t even comment about being made to wait. He just eyed her until she sat down in the chair across from him, then spoke in a calm, collected, yet harsh voice. “That girl. She has no money, no power, no status, no influence,” he built up to what they both knew was coming. “You must break up with her.” She knew it was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier. Though she had to admit, all things considered, it was actually rather strange that he didn’t even use the obvious fact that Nico was another girl as part of his argument. Under any other circumstances, she would have just said ‘okay’ and moved on, to cut her losses so to speak. But this was different. They didn’t always get along, but she loved Nico… and the older girl loved her. This wasn’t something she could simply give up on. She had a right to be happy, and she had a right to become happy how she wanted to. With this in mind, she said a single word… “No.” He didn’t exactly take being refused by his own daughter for the first time in his life very well. “You will break up with her.” “I won’t!” But she wasn’t going to cave just because he said it more forcefully. He actually seemed taken aback by this. She’d never done this before, so it made sense that he’d be surprised. The initial shock on his face wore down into contemplation. He seemed to be considering something. Finally, after a full five seconds, he took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and spoke. “Fine. Do as you like. But there will be consequences for your actions. You are now dismissed for the night.” All things considered, she really got off lighter than she expected to. In the end, he allowed her to keep dating Nico… but at the same time, the threat of consequences definitely scared her. Her mind kept running away with it as she texted her partner back and forth. She kept imagining these worst case scenarios, then kept having to convince herself over and over again that her own father wouldn’t go that far. But she couldn’t really help it… This was the first time she’d ever told her father ‘no’ about anything. She’d never done it before, so she’d never had consequences for it before, either. She had no idea what to expect. It was downright terrifying, though she’d never admit that to anyone. All the worrying she did wore her out quicker than usual. It seemed to take forever, but she actually ended up falling asleep a full hour before she usually did. The first thing Maki noticed when she woke up was a dull, constant pain in her lower back, right above her rear end. Still sort of in a daze, she absently wondered what could be causing it. She was laying on her stomach, but the pain seemed closer to her back than her front, so she couldn’t have laid on it wrong… she didn’t really toss and turn in her sleep, either. But hadn’t she gone to bed laying on her back…? The second thing she noted was that for the first time in several days, her sheets didn’t feel wet. But… that was strange. Her crotch still felt really damp, but nowhere else did. How could that be? She slowly reached her right hand down to touch her underwear… and was greeted by the third thing she noticed, which almost immediately woke her up. Where she should have felt lace panties tight against her skin, she felt a smooth, soft plastic sensation that actually stuck out at least several centimeters from her body. What had originally been intended to be a soft caress turned into a frantic pat as she tried to discern just what she was feeling. Whatever she was wearing was far, far thicker than normal underwear, and seemed kind of squishy, too. Well, she was wide awake by that point. She quickly sat up, pulled off the covers and looked down at her crotch… and everything clicked into place. What she was wearing was an adult-sized disposable diaper. The wetness she felt around her crotch but nowhere else was because the padding inside of the garment was positively soaked. To her even greater confusion, though the diaper was clearly sized for either teens or adults, its appearance didn’t reflect that. It had babyish designs printed all over the sides of the front panel – though the heavily-yellowed center of the protective garment seemed to have no designs. Though she’d heard of the designs fading away when wet before, so maybe that was what happened. Either way, she needed answers. When and how was she put in a diaper without it waking her up? And why did it seem to have the design of an oversized baby diaper? Was this what her father meant by ‘consequences’? If so, why did he go for these instead of normal adult diapers like the ones at the hospital? First things first, Maki decided, she should probably change into some normal underwear. She couldn’t exactly walk around the house like this, much less go anywhere else. Plus, the garment currently fastened around her crotch was quite wet, making it very thick and kind of uncomfortable. She got up out of bed, noting as she stood that she felt kind of woozy, as if she’d recently come off of an anesthetic of some sort. What exactly had happened to her while she slept…? She tried to walk over to her dresser, but with the newfound unfamiliar bulk in between her legs, waddle would be a more appropriate term. As she moved, she noticed a distinct crinkling sound coming from the cause of her waddle. Once she made it to her dresser, she pulled open the top drawer, where she stored her underwear… and her eyes widened in astonishment at the sight that greeted her. All of her panties were gone – not a single one remained. In their place was pile upon pile of diapers like the one she wore. In her mild shock, the picked one up and studied it. The childish designs seemed to be animal-themed, much like the one she was wearing. However, a crucial difference was that down the center of the one in her hand, and all the other ones in the drawer, there were light-colored paw print designs. She looked back to the one already on her, concluding that the absence of those paws was because the whole front of the garment was yellowed with urine. She also noticed, through looking at the still-folded diaper in her hand, that even unused, they were still really thick, far more so than normal medical-grade diapers. As she put it back where she picked it up from, she noticed something on top of her dresser that hadn’t been there the night before. A small, white envelope that didn’t appear to have been sealed. She picked it up, opened it, and took out the contents: a single piece of paper. On it, she found a page’s worth of words addressed to her, in what she recognized as her father’s handwriting. She began to read, her hands somewhat shaky in anticipation. Dear Maki, I am a man of my word. If that is what you truly believe will make you happy, you may date that girl for however long you like. And to show that I respect your decision to stay with her, I will not make you go through any marriage interviews like what I had been discussing with you before. You have made your choice, and as your father, I will stand by you either way. It was a nice opening paragraph, she had to admit. It was good to know that she still had her family’s support, even though she was dating another girl. But at the same time, it didn’t answer even one of the questions created when she woke up this morning. If anything, it only muddied the waters. So she kept reading, hoping to find out more about just what had happened. But just as I kept my word about allowing you to date her, I have also kept my word about there being consequences for your actions. This is not just a consequence for your defiance, but also for the fact that you are fifteen years old, yet you apparently cannot keep your sheets dry most nights. I will now explain the new rules of this house that have come into play as a result. You would to best to read them carefully and abide by them without resistance. Well, that was a complete tone shift. Straight from acceptance to punishment. To add insult to injury, the maids had apparently told Maki’s father about her bedwetting… she felt her face flush just thinking about how that conversation went. She couldn’t exactly stop reading at that point, so she fought to keep her blush down as she continued on. First and foremost, you are to wear diapers at all times, whether in the house or otherwise. No other underwear (with the exception of bras) will be permitted for you. As such, I have had the maids take all your disallowed underwear away until further notice and replace them with diapers. I can assure you that the ones in the drawer are of the highest quality in terms of performance, but if you cannot tolerate the designs, then you must buy your own diapers. I must warn you, however, that the ones you will find in stores will be vastly inferior to the ones you already have, which will mean changing much more frequently to prevent leaks. Even after just reading the first rule, she already felt like she was being nailed into a coffin. Why force her to wear them all the time? She didn’t need them during the day at all! But she also noticed that he seemed to have researched this a whole lot… and the supplies in her drawer must have been from online. Which meant he had been planning this for at least several days, and that the defiance aspect may not have had anything to do with it at all, since it just happened the night before. With a great sigh, she kept reading. Second, while in this house, the only kind of covering you are allowed to wear is a skirt or dress. This is to make checking the state of your diaper, as well as changing you if need be, easier. For that reason, the maids have also removed all pants and shorts from your room until further notice. If you want to wear them while out of the house, such as for school or outings, then you must come to a maid before leaving and ask them to get it for you. But be warned that wearing those types of bottoms, especially if they are tight, will make it easier for onlookers to notice the diaper underneath. Maki didn’t even bother checking her dresser for this. After replacing all her underwear with diapers, why would he bother bluffing about taking all her pants? But still, this was getting to be ridiculous. And she’d probably need to go buy some more longer skirts with Nico, because she didn’t exactly have a whole bunch that would totally safely hide the bulk of a diaper, especially one as thick as these. She kept reading after shaking her head at the insanity. Those are the new rules. And to ensure that you follow them without resistance, I have taken measures to keep you obedient. I’m sure that by now, you’ve noticed the pain in your lower back. I know you’re wondering why it is there. What happened is this: last night, I had someone surgically implant a device in you. This device senses when you need to pee by intercepting the nerve signals normally sent to your brain, then responds by making your bladder to empty on its own, regardless of your consent. Which means that as of right now, you are bladder incontinent. You now need diapers all the time. In three months’ time, I will consider taking it out and giving you your old clothes back. Until then, it is not up for discussion. Sincerely, Your father The redhead sunk to her knees in despair as the letter dropped to the ground. This was… this was going too far! Why would he go to such lengths to do this to his own child? It didn’t make sense, and it was wrong on so many levels! Right on cue, she noticed an odd sensation. The sudden warmth down there and the feeling of liquid pooling around her crotch, it was unmistakable. It felt like she was peeing. But she hadn’t even felt the urge to go at all. The device he talked about really did intercept the signals… Tears began building up in the corners of her eyes as the stream of urine she couldn’t even control slowed to a dribble, then stopped entirely. It had been bad enough to slowly lose her bladder control at night, but this… this was worse. She went from just wetting when she slept right to having no control of her pee whatsoever. Even if she had them, she couldn’t keep her panties dry anymore. She really… needed diapers. The thought was enough to make the tears start rolling down her face. She leaned against the dresser as her whole body began to shake with misery. She had no idea how she was going to make it through an entire month of this, let alone three… For the next thirty minutes, anyone who came close enough to her room could clearly hear the sound of her pitiful sobs. Yeah, I know. I wrote Maki into a pretty horrible position. But before I inevitably get asked “isn’t what her dad did illegal?”, I’m going to just come right out and say that it definitely is by American standards. Not quite sure if it’s also illegal in Japan, where they live, since I don’t know how their legal system works, but… well, it’s going to be a bit more complicated than ‘he went too far, he goes to jail.’ That said, I’m sure that people have a lot more questions to ask about this, since I left a whole lot of unanswered ones. If you go ahead and ask them, I’ll make sure that they get answered in part two or three. And for those of you thinking I’m a total asshole or something to that effect for writing such an unfair fanfic… you’d best just leave this one if you don’t think you can tolerate this kind of story. Not gonna lie, it gets even worse in part two. So if you were uncomfortable reading this one, then sorry to say, you’re not going to like where it goes next installment, either. I may give her some sort of happy ending in part three if I feel like it, but chances are, that one is going to be unfair, too. Well, I stayed up later than I planned to in order to finish this. I hope it was worth it. Let me know what you thought of it if you have the time! See you next time!
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    I have been thinking about this story for what feels like forever, but I've been very bad about writing. It will have five chapters, the way I have it pictured, so by posting the first (short, introductory) section, I'm trying to force myself into getting it all written down. We'll see how that works out :) ***** Gina Sanchez groaned and placed a hand over her protruding belly. Her OB-GYN appointment was in 45 minutes, and she had just walked out to the parking lot to find her front tire hopelessly flat. Gina sighed and reached into her purse for her AAA card and phone. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” the voice from the hotline said, “but our volume of calls is higher than usual at the moment. Because you’re in a safe area, other calls take priority. It will likely be at least an hour before we can get someone out to help you.” Gina sighed again and thanked the person on the phone. She looked back toward the school, trying to decide what to do next. She could just call a cab or ride-share, she supposed, and then come back after her appointment. She leaned back against the car to take some of the weight off of her feet. At six months pregnant, she knew she wasn’t as big as she was going to be, but the extra pounds of pregnancy – not to mention the odd distribution of the weight – took a lot of getting used to. Although their suburb was reasonably small and welcoming, Gina and her husband, Hector, had lived there less than a year, so she hadn’t made any friends who she felt comfortable calling for help in the middle of the day. While Hector started his surgical residency at the hospital in the city, Gina had gotten a job as an art teacher at the local high school. The position was only half-time; like most schools, the district couldn’t afford a full arts curriculum, so courses were only offered in the morning. Although there were usually opportunities for Gina to sub for other teachers in the afternoons, the job allowed her plenty of flexibility to prepare for the baby. Of course, that flexibility would be put to the test now. Instead of going to the doctor and then taking the rest of the afternoon to cook and continue preparing the house, Gina would have to work in a trip to the mechanics to get the tire fixed. Just as she was about to pick up her phone again to order a ride, Gina caught sight of a tall figure walking out of the school. Dominic Mackenzie - called “Mack,” as any guy with the last name of Mackenzie was legally obliged to be - was an 18-year-old senior. Gina hadn’t had him in class, but every teacher at the high school knew Mack. Everyone knew him, Gina thought, and very few would have done what she was about to do. “Dominic!” Gina called, waving across the parking lot. Mack turned and squinted. He hesitated, his face masked of any real emotion, but then started walking toward Mrs. Sanchez’s car. Gina inhaled deeply. She knew about Mack, of course, but she’d never personally had any problems with him. And ultimately, the important thing about the boy at the moment was that he worked at a local garage, so Gina was reasonably sure he knew how to change a tire. The unimportant, though not entirely irrelevant thing was that Mack had a fairly outsized reputation at the school. Gina tried not to listen to all of the rumors, of course, bandied about by students and teachers alike, but one set of facts remained undeniable: about three months ago, just before winter break, Mack and another student had gotten into a vicious fight, ending with Mack breaking the other boy’s jaw. Such violence from a high schooler, especially at a school not at all known for aggression among the students, was bound to create stories. Mack was a gang member, Mack was an enforcer for a drug ring in the city, Mack was the young leader of an underground fight club…Gina didn’t take any of these rumors at face value, but Mack had exactly the kind of quiet personality and lack of social connections that all but urged others to fill in the blanks on his unknown story. Mack’s tall, dark, and broad-shouldered stature only added to the bad-boy persona that the entire school seemed willing to foist upon him. “What’s going on, Mrs. Sanchez?” Mack asked, quietly but not prohibitively. The boy was certainly intimidating, staring down at her from under thick eyebrows, but Gina wasn’t fearful by nature. She had a problem, and this young man could help her fix it. Gina smiled and gestured toward the completely flat tire. “I have a spare in the trunk, but I can’t do it myself. Could you please help me?” Mack paused. In a split second, unseen by Mrs. Sanchez, dozens of thoughts and considerations flew through his mind. But all he said was “Of course. Can you pop the trunk?” Gina grinned, relieved. She pulled the trunk open and stepped aside. With practiced hands, Mack lifted the cover and pulled out the lug wrench and wheel wedges. “It doesn’t take long, right?” Gina asked, more to make conversation than out of any real concern for the time. “Just a few minutes,” Mack replied, kicking the wedges under the opposite tire. He didn’t mean to be curt, but he hadn’t planned on the ten to fifteen extra minutes. Not that he would have left a pregnant woman in need of help, of course, but keeping his schedule was very important. “You’re not going to be late, are you?” Gina continued as Mack raised the jack. Mack didn’t answer right away, so Gina continued. “You go Dermot’s in the afternoons, right?” Dermot’s Garage was the mechanic where Mack worked. Apprenticed, really. “I’ll be fine,” the teen responded. He was now crouched down, loosening the lug nuts from the flat tire. Gina gave up trying to make conversation. Mack wasn’t being rude, she knew, but if he wasn’t big on chatting – at the very least, not with teachers outside of school – she wasn’t going to force it from him, especially not when he was already doing her a favor. Mack worked efficiently but thoroughly, removing the flat tire and placing it in the well in the trunk. He stood at the back of the car for just a moment before returning to the front wheel. He placed the spare onto the wheel and began tightening the bolts, alternating back and forth across the wheel to keep the tire balanced. Gina didn’t really know anything about changing tires, so she didn’t notice the brief, oddly-spaced hesitations in Mack’s work, or how he subtly shifted position multiple times. Mack had been honest when he’d told Mrs. Sanchez that it wouldn’t take long, but minutes mattered. Mack gnawed on the inside of his lip, glad that the work was almost finished. The spare in place, Mack lowered the jack and walked to the other side of the car to pick up the wedges. As he stood up, wedges in hand, he froze for a second. Gina, who was inspecting the spare tire placement (not really knowing what she was looking for, other than that it looked straight and secure), didn’t see. By the time she looked up, Mack was returning the materials to the trunk and securing the cover. “Thank you so much, Dominic,” Gina said, once again using his first name as a marker of professional distinction. “No problem, Mrs. Sanchez,” Mack nodded once in acknowledgement and turned to leave. “Can I pay you?” Gina asked, raising her voice to call him back. Mack paused, but didn’t turn around. “I don’t have a lot of cash, but I can give you something for your time-“ “It’s fine,” Mack interrupted, his voice clipped with a sense that Gina couldn’t quite interpret. He was facing away from her, but looked sideways over his shoulder. “Well, is there anything el-“ Gina cut herself off. There was an odd sound, a kind of trickling that seemed amplified in the school parking lot. Momentarily confused, Gina started to speak. “Dominic? What-“ But she cut herself off again as she noticed a puddle growing around Mack’s right foot. Instantly, realization snapped into place, and she shut her mouth abruptly. For several long, uncomfortable seconds that seemed like much longer, student and teacher stood without speaking, with only the terribly out-of-place sound of liquid rushing against fabric before pattering onto the asphalt between them. When the sound finally stopped, Mack exhaled slowly. The right leg of his jeans was soaked, as were his left sock and shoe. “Dominic…” Gina breathed, unsure of what to say or do. Mack kept his feet planted, facing away from Mrs. Sanchez. He knew she couldn’t see the full stain on his jeans, but the sound and the puddle on the ground were plenty incriminating. There’s no way she didn’t know what had just happened. “That’s just a donut, not a full spare,” Mack spoke softly but evenly over his shoulder. “So you don’t want to go over 50 miles per hour. You’ll want to get it replaced as soon as you can.” Gina blinked, not quite able to process the past 60 seconds. “Dominic, are you-“ Mack raised his head and met Mrs. Sanchez’s eyes. His gaze was steady and unabashed. “Do you need anything else, Mrs. Sanchez?” Gina’s mouth was slightly open, but she straightened her neck and tried to follow the student’s lead. “No, Dominic,” she deliberately kept her voice clear. If Mack was going to continue as if nothing happened, then so would she. “I really appreciate your help.” Mack nodded and strode away, leaving Gina wondering what exactly had just happened.
  25. Here is a story I wrote awhile back. My Successful Date in Diapers by Write and Left I sat calmly at the table in the restaurant waiting for my I sat calmly at the table in the restaurant waiting for my date. This might be the first successful date since the accident. I wore a red dress and I looked stunning. I am not normally this proud of my appearance, but I made the extra effort for this date; running around town having my nails polished, and my hair done. I had a secret; a secret that I would usually try hard to hide from my date, but a secret that would be revealed the moment his playful hand ran up my leg and under my dress. I am incontinent and need to wear adult diapers to stay dry. In the past, this scenario would be the end of the date and the end of any future with the man in question. This time would be different. I had started researching incontinence and diapers and came across a website about people who enjoyed wearing and using diapers. At first I was disgusted. How could anyone want to use diapers? I hated the sound of crinkling plastic coming from under my pants or skirts. I hated the dirty looks people gave me in bathrooms. I would never have chose to wear them like these people. But one evening after another guy left me after I admitted to him my secret, I logged onto the Internet and returned to the website where I had found the people who love wearing diapers. I posted a message leaving my e-mail address. I received over forty replies. I was disheartened when some were rude, others written by what seemed like whiney three year olds, and others just lived so far away. I replied to the one good one. The message started out asking about my interests. It was not demanding and the words were spelled correctly. So many of the others had demanded that I send pictures of myself in only diapers. He lived in my state and I would be able to drive to his city in about an hour. I e-mailed him and eventually we agreed to meet. Tonight’s the night. Tonight’s the night I meet him, I thought. I felt warmth in the crotch as a trickle of pee absorbed in my diaper. I would not be in danger of a leak yet, so I sat and waited staring toward the front of the restaurant for him to arrive. He would be wearing a white shirt. “I’ll be wearing a red dress and be carrying an extra large purse,” I had written him. By some cruel fate, it seemed every man entering the restaurant wore a white shirt. I glanced at my watch. He’s not going to show up. I should have known. I leaned down to pick up my purse from the floor. “Um—Mary?” a voice asked. “Yes,” I said and looked up at a good-looking man. He had brown hair and dark eyes that I could stare into for hours. He was muscular; his shirtsleeves bulged in protest when he bent his arms. “It’s me, Steven,” he said. “Sorry, I am late.” “I’m glad you came,” I said. “You are as beautiful as I knew you would be.” I giggled at his remarks. I had never thought that anyone who knew about my diapers could think I was beautiful. He sat down and called the waiter over to take our orders. “Order anything you would like,” he said. I looked longingly at the lobster tank across the room, but I had better sense then to ruin this date by ordering too expensive a meal. “I’ll have the 8 ounce sirloin,” I said and left it at that. The waiter left us and we could finally chat. “You never told me what you do,” said Steven. “Oh, I’m a writer,” I said. “Do you write science fiction?” he asked. “I remember you mentioned you like to read it.” “Oh, no,” I said, “at least not yet. I write movie reviews for an entertainment magazine. I hope to get my novel published someday.” “Now I’m glad, I chose the opera instead of a movie for after dinner,” he said and laughed. Small talk progressed and we made our way through the meal without him even mentioning the diapers. That was not what I expected. No wonder I had replied to this guy. What if it was a mistake and he did not know? What if he contacted me from that online dating service I had tried out? I tried to recall the conversations we had through e-mail. I remembered that a few messages mentioned my diapers. It wasn’t until after the opera when the date was winding down that he mentioned them. We were in his car discussing opera music, which was a new thing for me. “I have Der Ring Des Nibelugen on CD at home. Would you like to listen to it tonight?” I had never heard of using opera to seduce a girl on the first date, but he was on the right track. “I’d like that,” I said. “Do you have enough extra diapers?” he whispered to me. “What?” I asked. “I mean if—if you need them. It’s a long opera,” he said. Not the absolutely most romantic thing for him to say, but I had not thought out the logistics of the situation when I agreed to go home with him. I had plenty of diapers, but where would I change them? I needed to change as soon as I got to his house. I was very wet. “Yeah, I have enough,” I said briskly. “Good.” We arrived at his apartment and I was able to change myself in his bathroom while he fired up his stereo. Since he knew about the diapers, I just dropped the used one in his bathroom trash. “This is the one where Albrerich forswears all love to forge the ring of the Rhinegold,” he said as the music started. It was all in German, so I was content to cuddle with him on the couch and just listen without following along with the story. I turned and gave him a playful peck on the cheek and the nature of the evening changed. We spent the evening kissing and making out on the couch. We had gone through half a bottle of wine, when his hand glided up my leg and under my dress. I resisted the urge to bat away his hand. He enjoys the diapers anyway. My heart beat faster as his hand slowly crept under my dress where he touched my diaper. A stream of nervous pee expanded the padding of my diaper as he did so. I prayed he didn’t notice. “You’re a little wet again,” he teased me playfully. So much for him not noticing. “I’m—I’m sorry,” I muttered. “No, it’s okay,” he said. “If you are uncomfortable we can stop.” But if we stopped maybe I would never have another date with someone who didn’t run away at the sight of my diapers. “No, don’t stop.” I pulled up the bottom of my dress exposing my diaper for him. I blushed when I saw that the crotch was stained yellow, but he seemed to like it. “You’re very pretty when you’re wet,” he said. “Thank you,” I said. Feeling daring, I added, “Should I let you change me?” “Really?” he asked. “If you’re sure you are okay with that.” I had mentioned in my e-mails that I wouldn’t let myself be changed by anyone, but I was feeling wet from more than just the pee in my diaper. “Yes,” I said and stood up, grabbing my purse and handing him a disposable diaper. He led me into the bedroom and helped me out of my dress. I pulled off my bra and flung it in the corner and then lay down in the center of his bed. He walked out of the room and I was afraid I had disgusted him, but he returned with some baby wipes. He bent down and ripped the tapes off my diaper and started cleaning me with them. “It tickles,” I said giggling. “Sorry,” he said and reached for my clean diaper to put it on me. “Wait,” I said, seeing he intended to re-diaper me. I sat up and reached for his zipper. He was hard; I know I was turning him on. He slithered out of his clothes and joined me on the bed. I moaned in passion as our bodies merged into one. I hadn’t had sex since before the accident, so I was easier to please. It wasn’t settling to be with him; he took his time, stopping every so often to plant kisses all over my body. He rubbed my breasts and entered me again. “Yes, Yes,” I moaned as he pleasured me more. Finally, we were done and I collapsed into the mattress. “Hold me,” I begged. He held me, and wiped the sweaty wisps of hair out of my face. I lay there comforted and satisfied, until I noticed the puddle of pee I was lying in. “Um—I—I’m sorry,” I said. “I wet your bed.” “It’s okay,” he said, and pulled up the sheets to reveal a plastic mattress cover, “but let’s get you back in diapers and change the sheets.” He dried me off with a big fluffy towel and diapered me and then pulled another set of sheets out of the closet. I helped him make the bed. We got back in the bed where we kissed a little more and then I fell asleep in his arms. This date was a success and I knew this would be a start to a new relationship.