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Hi everyone! This is my first diaper related post and I want the omo community to control what I do while wearing my diaper.

Mateo Trinall was finally 21. He had been awaiting this day for months, planning to spend the day partying and drinking 'til he could barely stand. Nothing could ruin this day. And nothing did. The day was gorgeous; blue skies, pleasant weather, and good luck. Mateo's statistics class got cancelled because his professor's car broke down, track practice was a breeze with the cool wind that came right as his coach blew the whistle, and Phil, the solid 10 of the tennis team, and gave Mateo his number when they met near the vending machine. Mateo was sure that the gods were smiling down on him. As the sunlight faded, Mateo prepared to party. He called his friends together, including Phil now, and set his sights on the pub. They went to the local nightclub, Starlight, and promptly got hammered. Tony, the designated driver, dropped the group off and then popped over to the library for some alone time. The rest of the group tried about 20 different cocktails between the six of them. Mateo could feel his lips tingle after each sip, and watched Phil struggle to keep up. After a few hours, Mateo was exhausted, drunk, and happy. As he stumbled to Tony's car, Phil nearly tripped as he ran after him. "Mateo..." he slurred, nearly in tears as he approached the boy in question. "You can't go without me. I looooooove you." Mateo's head was empty at this point, but these words made him happy. "I... love you toooooooooooo." Mateo leaned in for a kiss, and tripped. Phil, even in his stupor, caught him, and kissed the boy. It was glorious. That's the last thing Mateo can remember as he woke up the next morning. Time for the first choice! Im not sure how to do this entirely, so I'll give a few options. What did Mateo wake up in? ~a wet bed and boxers ~a wet pull-up/diaper ~Dry boxers, but nearly bursting ~The nude Vote in the comments below! After 24-48 hours I'll see what is picked the most and write that. Have fun! Hope you all enjoyed so far! This is my first time writing in a long while, so I hope yall like it enough for it be worth continuing. Thanks! ~OhNo

Hi I have a problem with pullups and hope you can help me. I am 18 and I still live with my parents (obviusly) so, getting diapers is not that easy, so I can't have them regularly cuz of money and that kinda things. So, when I gey diapers (Pullups cuz they are easier to hide) I have to use them very carefully so I don't waste them. I always wanted ton use and stay with a wet pullup for an entire overnight, cuz when I have one on, I pee it without even noticing (Just when I'm padded ><) but, to try and see that it wouldn't leak into my bed, I usually use them while laying facing up (to the roof) and they always leak and I end up with a warm and big puddle. Ofc I havn't tried them on bed cuz if they leak, my parents would know, and I would be caught, and we don't want that to happen. I weight almost the double of the size but they fit me (The pullups), and I also haven't tried facing down (To the floor) so, any help to sleep with a dry pullup and wake uo with a wet one without leaking the bed? P.D. Getting diapers is kinda hard cuz their size

Trying my first hold with a diaper on to see if this is a thing for me, AMA! Background to the day - been home alone, got bored, been having a "too lazy to use the bathroom" sort of day, and figured it's as good a day as any to try a diaper for the first time. I've been drinking water steadily all day, and i did empty just before starting. Diving into some vidya for the next couple hours.

a/n: Hi~ Here's the start of the second part of Jill's story! Selena and I enjoyed writing this just as much as the first part and we hope that you all enjoy it as well. If you want to catch up on the story, you can check it out here: New Feelings Feel free to comment if you have any ideas or if you really enjoy the story. We love hearing what people think :3 --- Chapter One: Getting Back on Track When Jill woke up, she was unsure of her surroundings. She stared up at the ceiling, her brow furrowing slightly as she tried to figure out exactly where she was. It took her a few moments longer to realize that she was in her new house. The week had gone by in a complete blur. Everything was still all very new, and it was still disorienting a week later. Jill’s things were still mostly in boxes, not quite ready to break into the process of setting everything up. She had opted to pull out a fair amount of her bedroom things and most of her kitchen supplies. Half of her bathroom still remained in boxes, but that didn’t matter so much. The things that she needed had been taken out and that was all she was worried about. Jill’s decision to move had been spur of the moment. It was a very uncharacteristic move on her part, but once the idea had settled into her brain, she had to run with it. The idea of starting somewhere fresh where she could be more herself and without judgment. A soft giggle escaped Jill’s lips at the thought – it was more like she was in a place where nobody knew the Jill that could keep her pants dry like any normal adult was meant to. No, everything would be much different where she was, a thought that was equally scary as it was exciting. With a sigh, Jill rolled over in her bed, staring at the empty wall across from her as she ruminated on her thoughts. In a weird way, she missed Alice who was several states and hundreds of miles away, but Alice was also the reason why she had moved in the first place. Well, one of them at least. As much as Jill loved and adored Alice, the woman had a tendency to make things more difficult than they needed to be. There were very few moments where Alice wasn’t constantly checking up on her and trying to convince her to try different treatments. Jill was positive that she didn’t need any of them. Speaking of treatments, Jill figured that she needed to try and find a new doctor. It made no sense for her to try and travel all the way to Georgia every so often just to see Dr. Hudson. Although, Jill supposed that it didn’t matter too much as her last appointment didn’t seem to go as well as it should have. Jill had noticed straight away that her last appointment was not going to go like any of the others. Dr. Hudson had entered the room with such a somber expression that it was impossible to think anything good of it. A deep frown crossed Dr. Hudson’s face as they sat down on the nearby chair but then disappeared just long enough to start their appointment like any other. They first discussed Jill’s vacation with their usual pleasantries before moving along to talking about her diary. The conversation naturally veered into whether or not they felt her trip was affected and how she was doing overall. After a painstaking amount of time just focusing on her accident in the airport, an event that Jill really did not want to relive, the conversation shifted once more to her appointment with the urologist. Jill didn’t even want to have to relive that moment either. She could feel a warm flush creeping up her neck at Dr. Hudson’s assurances that anyone could have had an accident on the table after having to drink so much, but it wasn’t something Jill had wanted to do. The nurse had taken care of things without even a blink of her eye, but Jill had been utterly humiliated to find herself severely misjudging her holding abilities and in her own puddle. Again. But then the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed considerably, and Dr. Hudson pulled their seat closer to Jill. They sighed, studying Jill for a moment before lifting a shoulder in a slight shrug. “The urologist wasn’t able to find anything conclusive from your appointment,” Dr. Hudson had told her. “The main thing that was gathered was that you have a small bladder, which isn’t out of the norm, and that there aren’t any other specifics. It doesn’t necessarily rule out stress, but it doesn’t appear to be stress related either. We already concluded that you didn’t suffer any major issues from your fall and that your spine appears to be fine.” Dr. Hudson gave Jill a few moments to process their statement before continuing on. “We don’t know what has caused this to happen to you, Jill, and I am deeply sorry but I don’t believe that there is much more we can do for you. For right now, we’ll continue to monitor things and see what happens. In the meantime, make sure that your insurance will cover any other expenses that might arise. To make things a little easier, I’ve added to your records that we’re classifying you as incontinent.” Looking back on it, Jill still had a strange mix of emotions. From the doctor’s tone, it made her a little scared, but after being in the comfort of her own home, she had been able to see things differently. Rather than seeing it as a bad thing, she could see it as an opportunity for her to do as she pleased. Jill supposed it was a bit of a fucked up thought, but it was one that she was going with. In a way, she blamed Alice for leading her to her decisions, but that wasn’t entirely fair. But Jill wanted a change where she didn’t feel smothered. The idea of getting up and moving had been started in Dublin and by the time she returned back to the states, she knew it was something she needed to do. Jill needed a way to just start completely fresh and leaving her old self behind became more and more appealing. While errantly browsing on Realtor.com, Jill stumbled across a beautiful home in West Ocean City, Maryland. It had far more space than she would ever need in her life, but at the price she found it, it was an absolute steal. She wasn’t sure about how people were in Maryland, but she hoped that they would also be more tolerant of her and her romantic interests. Jill craved a place that she could completely call home and where she could feel more free to be herself. The house seemed to stare at her for a few days on every device that she owned. She had opened and closed the listing on her phone at least a dozen times and kept a tab (or several) open on her laptop. Everywhere she turned, the house seemed to be there. Finally she gave in, contacted a realtor, and placed a bid. She didn’t expect for the bid to go through at all, coming in just under asking price, but a week later she received the call that changed her entire world. “Congratulations, Jill!” her realtor had practically screamed into the phone. “You got the house!” It was lucky enough that Jill was able to sell her house fairly quickly. The money from her old home was going to be going towards her new one, making the mortgage far less expensive than it would’ve been otherwise. With a U-Haul rented and far too little time, Jill managed to pack up the entirety of her life to prepare for her trip north. Alice wasn’t remotely happy by the move at all, but also understood why Jill was leaving. With a promise to stay in touch and a promise for Jill to return to Georgia for Christmas, Jill parted ways with a tearful goodbye. And so there Jill was – a few hours away from starting her first day at her new school. As the thought crossed her mind, Jill let out a sigh. Making the switch to kindergarten wasn’t a move she had wanted, but it turned out being open with her situation made getting jobs a lot harder than she thought. She had been turned down by several schools despite the teacher shortage. Their reasonings usually ranged from they weren’t hiring to outright saying that they couldn’t accommodate her and that was that. It shook Jill up a little, startled by how difficult it had been. She didn’t want to dare think of how much more complicated it was for others in far worse situations. Still, she was determined. On a whim, Jill decided to apply to a small community school that had just listed a full-time position. The school was on the smaller side, something Jill wasn’t entirely used to, and mentioned that she would have a co-teacher, but the pay and benefits were worth it. The only other downside was it was for a lower grade than Jill felt comfortable with, but with few options left, she had no choice to give it a try. The interview itself had gone surprisingly well. Conversation was easy and Jill was able to discuss what she had done in her previous classroom with ease. The principal seemed impressed with her work, but then the dreaded question finally came. “Is there anything important that we would need to know in regards to your potential employment?” the principal had asked. Jill doubted for a long moment that she should say anything. She could just say no and be done with it, but for some reason Jill felt like she had to say something. There was something about the principal’s fairly easy-going nature that made it easy, though Jill still worried. With very pink cheeks, Jill confessed her condition. The principal looked stunned for only a moment before turning thoughtful and giving Jill a gentle and understanding smile with a slight nod. “Well, Miss Bennett,” the principal said slowly, “I appreciate you being forthcoming with that information. I imagine that it can’t be easy. I’m fairly positive that we could accommodate such a thing, and otherwise I’m sure that you’re used to making do however you can.” Jill could only give a sheepish smile in response, shifting nervously as the principal looked through the papers in front of them. “Your qualifications are more than enough,” the principal continued, gesturing to the papers. “From what you’ve told me, you certainly sound like you would be a great fit in our community. The first year is obviously on a trial basis, but I see no reason to not hire you, and maybe, in the future, we could get you back to a grade that you would like to work with. For all you know, you might fall in love with teaching kindergarten. I’ve had several come through who wound up finding their calling teaching our youngest. The position is yours if you would like to have it.” Jill very happily accepted the offer, shaking the principal’s hand and positively beaming at their “congratulations.” She was practically bouncing out of the building, more than happy that things had started to turn around. Jill had a new job and her new life was well and truly on track. Walking through the hallways of a new school always reminded Jill of starting up the new school year as a child. There was something awkward about the entire situation, despite being something that she did for her job. Her backpack was slung over one shoulder, a hand gripping tightly to the strap. Everything she could possibly need was hidden within the confines of her backpack – one of those fancy “mom” diaper bags that didn’t give away what was inside. It had a steep price, but the pockets and compartments made everything worth it. The hallways were quiet as summer break was winding down, but in the next week the entire building would be filled with tiny feet and (often) very loud voices. Jill was excited to meet the children of her new community, but she was nervous, as well. Jill was finding herself starting to become a bit lost in where she was meant to be going. She had a vague idea of where she was meant to be going, and was silently relieved when she turned the corner to find the principal heading in her direction. “Ah, you made it!” they said with a jovial smile. “I was just heading back towards the office to wait for you, so I’m glad to have caught you. I’m very happy that you came a little early before the meeting so I can give you a chance to show you around. I figured you would be interested in seeing your classroom.” “Oh, yes, please,” Jill said with a smile. She more than happily followed the principal back in the opposite direction. “Now, you know the classroom is going to be a bit bare,” the principal said as they walked. “It was Natalie’s, but she decided to take her decorations with her. It used to be a classroom for our second graders, though it was originally meant for our youngest. So, with you in mind, we decided it would be best to switch out classrooms. Nathalie was more than happy to switch out rooms with no questions asked. Don’t worry, I didn’t say a word about your condition,” the principal added, seeing Jill’s slightly panicked look. “Nathalie has been wanting to change classrooms for a while, so I’m sure she’ll be thanking you the moment she sees you.” Finally they stopped at a solid wooden door with a single long window along the side. The principal took out a key, unlocked the door, and motioned for Jill to enter. Jill couldn’t complain about the room at all. It was a modest sized classroom with plenty of space and large windows along one wall. The space could easily be divided for play and for teaching with plenty more room in between. There was a small section of the room that jutted out from the wall with two doors. Jill looked at the principal in curiosity, not understanding the doors. A closet, perhaps? But then why were there two doors? “Ah, I see you’ve discovered why this room is special,” the principal said. “This classroom has a particularly special feature designed to keep any and all emergencies – for everyone – at a bare minimum.” Jill’s face immediately burned at the realization of what exactly the second room had to be. A bathroom. She couldn’t deny that it wasn’t handy, but it was embarrassing to have it all the same. Even though the bathroom wasn’t strictly just for her, there was a part of her that couldn’t help but feel like it was. “Here,” the principal said, handing Jill a set of keys. “These are for your room. I’ll give you a chance to take a look around without me here so you can imagine your space exactly how you wish. Please be careful with these and don’t lose them. Your co-teacher will have a set as well, but if one, or both, of you loses them we’ll be in a bit of a pickle. Everything will be explained at the meeting which starts in about -” the principal pulled their phone out of their pocket with a slight hum “- in about 15 minutes. When you leave here, just make a right and we’ll all meet in the staff lounge. It’s impossible to miss.” Leaving Jill on her own, she felt slightly flustered and moderately overwhelmed. Not wanting to dwell on the reality of her new life and job entirely just yet, Jill allowed herself to take a look around the room. The principal had a point – the moment they left, Jill was able to imagine the room more clearly. She had several ideas for decorating pop up in her head about how to divide things up and what she needed to track down in the building or buy. Jill mostly liked to let the classroom do its own decorating with her student’s artwork as it always added a personal touch and gave the room its own personality for the year. However, a few plants wouldn’t be amiss to try and add some color to the very white-washed room. Curious, Jill opened the two doors. The one room was definitely a supply closet, something that would be very handy. The door next to it was the bathroom. It was surprisingly spacious despite its small size. Jill grimaced at the very low toilet, but that was nothing new. A small free-standing wooden cabinet sat in the corner, the perfect little space for emergency storage as needed. She imagined it would be needed by everyone, and the top shelves were the perfect height to keep small hands from reaching into her own personal supplies. It meant that she didn’t need to carry absolutely everything on her, and that made things that much more relieving. Jill shifted from foot to foot with a slight moan at the tiny twinge in her bladder. It wasn’t strong, but it alerted her that she needed to pee. However, with a quick look at her watch, she realized that she had spent too long looking around and didn’t want to be late for her first meeting. Even though Jill felt like the principal wouldn’t mind too much if she was a minute or two late, she didn’t want to give a bad first impression to her colleagues. Heaving a heavy sigh, Jill decided to skip having a bathroom break. It wasn’t like she wasn’t wearing protection, so she would be fine, but it would have been much easier to just pee now versus later. She didn’t know how long the meeting would be, but everything would be fine, right? Not wanting to delay things further, Jill made her way out of the classroom and followed the principal’s directions to the staff room. The principal wasn’t kidding when they said she wouldn’t miss the room. The closer she made it to the room, the brighter the hallways seemed to become. It was like the paint on the walls were guiding tired teachers to one of the few places of solace within the building and it made Jill snort. The bright, almost neon, lightning bolts on the walls only made her walk a little faster towards the room. Whoever had come up with the design was a genius, Jill decided. As Jill approached, she could start to make out some of the voices of her colleagues. There was both a distinct lack of accent and an accent that seemed native to the area all at once. It made Jill realize just how much she was going to stand out with her very Georgian accent with the slight twang that she had grown up with. Most people seemed to find it endearing, but would these people feel the same? Jill’s knees nearly buckled at a stronger ache in her bladder. It came on swiftly and suddenly with a dull pain that had Jill sincerely doubting herself. She was always startled by how quickly her brain (and bladder) liked to remind her that she had to pee. Jill could nearly kick herself for misjudging her need again and considering heading back to her room to use the toilet, but she really didn’t want to be late. She bounced on her toes anxiously, looking between the door in front of her and the hallway back towards her classroom. After a long and silent debate with herself, Jill decided that if it were too bad, she would just excuse herself. First impressions were everything, after all. Jill took a moment to steel herself and slung her bag up higher on her shoulder. With a small breath, Jill entered the staff room. Just as she suspected, the whole room fell quiet when she entered. Most conversations ceased so that everyone could take curious looks at her. Jill took a moment to study her new colleague’s faces, as well, glad to see mostly warm smiles. There was a nervous look from a few, a few that were wary, and to Jill’s surprise, some that appeared to be less than enthused by her presence. But Jill wasn’t given much time to dwell on that fact as the principal stepped into the room. Jill quickly took a seat between a young man with dark hair named Joshua and a woman around her age with bright red hair who appeared to be the Natalie mentioned earlier. Before more pleasantries could be exchanged, the meeting started. The principal first went through the notes from their last meeting before summer break to verify that everyone remembered and to get Jill up to speed. Jill nodded in understanding as she tried to subtly squeeze her thighs as she crossed her legs. In typical fashion, she was cursing herself quietly for misjudging her need to pee. Normally it wouldn’t be an issue, but she didn’t want to be squirming, or even worse, holding herself during the meeting. She wanted to make a good first impression, but this meant her ability to hold the oncoming flood were extremely limited. Plus, there was the added factor that she was very aware that she was sitting in a pull up. She wasn’t yet ready to share that information with her new coworkers, and she feared moving around too much would betray her with the telltale brushed crinkling sound. It didn’t matter how soft the pull-ups were, it was still very obvious. As Jill snapped her attention back to the meeting, she noticed that the principal was looking at her with a wide smile. “Now that the opening of our meeting is over, I would like to formally introduce you to our newest teacher, Jill Bennett. I hope that you will all give her your warm welcomes. Jill, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?” The principal gestured for Jill to stand up and it took everything in her power to keep from grimacing. She hated having to introduce herself. Even worse, to her absolute horror, she had to stand up. Jill very carefully stood, hoping that the slight crossing of her legs looked to be more out of shyness than her absolute need to pee. If she didn’t, she feared that the incoming leak would lead to far worse. She was already in deep waters as it is and the end was far from being in sight. Jill took a small breath, hoping that she could muster up enough courage that would keep her voice from faltering or betraying her nerves. “Well, okay then,” Jill said with a slight laugh and an awkward wave. “I’m Jill, as you all know. I’m a fresh 28 and I moved here from Georgia for personal reasons. I needed a new start in a hopefully more open environment, and I’m very excited to start working with you all. I hope that I get a chance to get to know you all sooner rather than later, and I’m hoping for a great year for all of us.” When Jill sat back down, she winced slightly as the slight crinkle she heard before letting out a breath of relief. She had made it through introducing herself without any major incident. “Thank you very much,” the principal said, standing up and flipping through the papers in front of them. “I hope I speak for everyone when I say we’re excited to have you on board. As for the classes, Jill will be taking care of Ellie’s classes as the school board decided to let Ms. Winchester go. I believe that she’ll make a great fit and her credentials speak for themselves.” Jill felt her face start to grow warm. Whether that was from the principal’s praise or the fact she really had to pee, she wasn’t entirely sure. Jill suspected it was mostly from her need to go, but she didn’t dare let out anything to relieve the growing pressure. With her introduction out of the way, Jill was fighting to maintain a good impression and keep listening to the principal. She realized that her thoughts had wandered a bit too far when the conversation seemed to have taken an abrupt turn. “Ashley, I know Ellie is a friend of yours, but these choices were all made before the summer so there’s no need to go over them again,” the principal said sharply to a mousey brown-haired woman. The woman shot Jill a disgusted look before leaning back in her chair. “Anyway, moving along,” the principal continued, not allowing for Ashley to continue whatever protests she may have had. “The classrooms have been changed up a bit this year. Nothing drastic,” the principal stated. “Due to medical reasons, we decided to swap Natalie into Ms. Winchester’s old classroom and give Jill access to Natalie’s classroom.” “But that’s outrageous!” Ashley protested. “I worked as co-teacher with Ellie for years. Besides, has Natalie even been asked to change rooms?” “Uhm, yes, I did agree to a swap,” Natalie said slowly. “If any one of you needed the room, I would obviously have made the switch for you, as well. It’s only fair. We’re not a huge school with a ton of rooms, and I think anyone else would be willing to make things a little easier.” At this, there were soft murmurings and nods of agreement from the others. “Besides, you still have your office,” the principal added gently. “Jill will teach four days out of the week, and you’ll take over on her off day. It’s not as if you will be spending a lot of time in the room as it is.” Jill had to admit that she couldn’t stop watching what was happening in front of her with curiosity. It was clear to her that he co-teacher would be extremely difficult to work with, but she would manage. She had worked next to Mike for years, so Ashley was the least of her worries. “Jill, if it’s not obvious, you’ll be working with Ashley,” the principal said with a sigh. “She’ll take over on Wednesdays so that you can get whatever work you need to get done all completed. Or, if you’d like, you can step in for another classroom. Your weeks will be different all the time.” “That sounds good to me,” Jill replied. Not a moment later, Jill suddenly felt her bladder spasm in the middle of the explanation of events for the upcoming school year. Jill started to panic. She didn’t want to have to hold herself in front of all of her new colleagues, but squeezing her thighs proved for a completely ineffective. A short spurt or warmth suddenly shot out and Jill practically shoved her fist in her mouth as she attempted to casually rest her head on her hand. She was silently thanking everything possible that she had thought to wear some sort of protection, but something had to be done as she was terrified of leaking. Just as another spurt escaped, Jill tried to discreetly put her hand between her legs. She cleared her throat, forcing the principal to lose their train of thought as they looked at her. “Uhm, sorry,” Jill said sheepishly as everyone turned to look at her. “Is it all right if I just snuck off to the ladies room really quickly?” The principal looked at Jill in confusion for a moment and Jill nearly let out a noise of surprise as she felt another spurt leak out, this time pooling slightly in her pull up. “Yeah, of course,” the principal said with a laugh. “You don’t have to ask, just don’t run away. I know the meetings can be boring, but we need you here.” “Right, of course,” Jill said, not needing any further encouragement. She quickly scooped up her bag and dashed as quickly as she could in the direction of the nearest toilets. Unfortunately for her, the only place she could think of was her classroom as she was entirely unsure of if the staff room had a bathroom or not. Her old school didn’t, so she automatically assumed, and she wished that she didn’t. Still, Jill made her way in the direction of her classroom as quickly as possible. With each step she could feel herself peeing herself more and more. Her crotch was fully engulfed in a warm heat and she was certain that her pull up was struggling to contain her urine as Jill could feel a distinct pooling of heat. She was terrified that she would leak at any given moment, but then she finally made it to her classroom and the toilet. Jill undid her zipper with fumbling hands, but before she could get her pants and the pull up pulled down, she felt an even longer spurt leak out of her. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked down to feel a hint of wetness leaking from the groin of her pull up and spilling down her pants before she could actually sit down. She groaned, yanking everything down her legs and plopping down on the toilet only to have two small dribbles come out. She couldn’t believe that she had just peed herself at her new job. Granted no one was around to see it, but she was fully aware of what had just happened. She carefully inspected her pants after she pulled them off her body and was relieved to see that it was at least the smallest of wet spots. If she wanted, she could play it off as water spilling from the sink, but it would dry, and she could hopefully get away with it. Jill pulled a fresh pull up from her bag and got herself dressed. She shivered a bit as she pulled her pants on, the wet spots having cooled considerably in the seams of her pants where the previous pull up had leaked. With a very heavy and dizzy head, Jill returned back to the meeting, her stomach fluttering with embarrassment. The rest of the meeting went off without any further incidents and Jill was relieved that she had to have gotten away with what just happened. There was no way that no one was aware of what transpired outside of realizing that she might have some bathroom issues. However, what Jill didn’t notice on her way out of the building and back to her car, was the curious look of Natalie who had spotted the wet seams right away.

Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)

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Hello all, Before I begin, I'd like to say thank you to everyone that's supported me both on omorashi.org and on the Discord server as I dealt with this issue! It means the world to me that people I don't know in real life would take time out of their days to help me with my struggles! I got several DMs from multiple members wanting to help me out and it truly meant the world to me! I couldn't be happier with what this community has done to help me out since the beginning of my issues! Seriously, THANK YOU TO EVERYONE that left comments, DM'd me, participated in my conversations on Discord, recommended shows and movies, and just generally did everything they could to show that they genuinely cared about my situation and truly wanted to help! I said this earlier, but it really means a lot to me! This post is a summary of my experiences with urge incontinence. It legit just struck me out of nowhere, with its first appearance being a really bad and humiliating bedwetting like dripping through the mattress onto the floor bad. This was followed a couple days later by an accident at work followed by a wetting outside the bathroom at home the very next day after struggling so hard to make it home. I then called my boss all panicked and I was just like "something is very wrong with me and I just can't right now I'm so sorry" like I could barely keep myself from crying as I explained to my boss that I had become incontinent and needed a few days off for a doctor's appointment and whatnot. Lucky me, my boss is very understanding and put me on 2 weeks Protected Sick Leave at 70% pay, which is plenty considering I'm not doing anything to spend much money anyway. While off work, I had a number of sudden accidents at home where I'd get hit with this like "gotta go right now" feeling that I just wasn't able to fight and it would just erupt out of me! No amount of doubling over, potty dancing or grabbing myself could do anything to stop the urge... At first, I was so humiliated that I cried after several of my accidents, including when I started losing it during the ultrasound at my doctor's appointment and then lost the rest and peed through my diaper and down my legs and the side of the medical bed at my doctor's appointment. I stopped talking to pretty much all my friends other than just fake conversations pretending that I was fine. However, this didn't last too long. Support from the community mixed with me deciding that I needed to stand up and stop crying pulled me through the rest of my incontinence without crying any more! At one point, I even worked up the courage to invite one of my best friends (been great friends friends for like 20 years) over to my place for an afternoon movie and to just talk about life. He said he knew something was up bc I'd been denying his invitations to go out and do stuff, and came right over. We watched Deepwater Horizon and had a heart to heart for at least 30-40 minutes before parting ways for the night. I can't describe the weight that was lifted from my shoulders that evening! I'm probably going to sound like a therapist when I say this, but please, if you're ever actually struggling with something, use your supports. Friends, family, internet communities (be careful on this one), etc... If they're really there for you, they'll do everything they can to help you out, and that's exactly what everyone did for me! I couldn't be happier with all the help and support I've gotten! If I were to describe my incontinence, I would say that no matter if my bladder was actually full or not (it could even be almost empty), my bladder muscles would dance and spasm and contract and force the pee right out of me! Spasms sometimes came with a slight twinge of pain that I'd say was like a 2 or 3/10 on the pain scale that would go away as soon as the spasm ended, but the contractions had a different feeling to them... They didn't come with any pain or any warning. They'd just happen out of nowhere and the pressure in my bladder would skyrocket, sometimes to the point that I wouldn't be able to hold it back. Some contractions were worse than others in terms of how hard they contracted, and there seemed to be no pattern as to when they'd strike or how long they'd last. Sometimes a contraction wouldn't stop until I'd emptied my bladder, as happened at my accident at work and the bedwetting where I peed through my diaper. My doctor put me on medications for urge incontinence and told me to expect some degree of help from the pills within 2-3 days. However, I noticed a change the very next day. I still got the urge, but the contractions were smaller and didn't last as long, and the spasms didn't have any pain to them. I still had a couple accidents, but no full wettings except for one where I lost it in front of the toilet before I could get my pants undone and just hopped in the shower bc I couldn't stop it and didn't want to have to clean up the mess. It's now 6 days after my doctor's appointment and I've been fully continent for 2 days straight (hopefully 3 counting the rest of today) and couldn't be happier and more relieved to have this issue behind me! I'm definitely into both holding and wetting, as the feeling of my bladder filled to the brim with boiling hot piss TURNS ME ON SO GOOD, but when it becomes such a menace that it disrupts my daily life and forces me to call off from work, it was no longer something I enjoyed for the duration of the issue. I hope this gives a good description of what was going on, and that while I was struggling and rather embarrassed to be in diapers, it's not something that I couldn't deal with. It sucked, but I managed to fight through and I'm continent again now! Of course, I'm no longer in diapers. Not my thing. So glad to be out of them. Thank you to everyone who read this and for everything that everyone's done to help me out! Daredare205's best!

By browsing on Twitter I came across メリアブーケ (Meriabūke) (Meria Bouquet). She has a really cute 3D model and she plays various games while drinking water and holds it until she can no more, better known as Oshigama. Anyway here's her Channel メリアブーケch There's also a Fantia account if you wanna support her. And if you want some examples of what she does I'll leave some links. Peeing in s cute swimsuit Peeing while wearing a raincoat Peeing in a diaper due to the sound of water She is super cute so I really recommend you to follow her

Hi all, this is my first post. I wanted to tell a true story of something I did a couple of years ago. I hope you like it. I sometimes work out of town, and that's usually my chance to get a bit more elaborate with my play. This time I had bought a whole bunch of babyish kind of stuff on the way there, because I drove and I could stop at a bunch of different stores on the way in towns where no one knows me. (Side note, I like breaking up my purchases, like buying adult diapers is one thing, but I don't like buying, say, a pacifier at the same time--different store, doesn't look as weird). So I had a couple pairs of overalls (which I love), cute hair clips, pacifiers, baby powder, of course diapers (just Walmart brand), and some cute pink PJs. I've always wanted to try wetting a diaper in public, but I never had the courage to do it. This time I was in a hotel in a town where no one knew me, so it was a little less scary. My hotel was a couple blocks away from a mall, and the path there was well lit enough that I wasn't too nervous about using it at night, but dark enough that I would have a bit of privacy. My plan was to drink a lot of water, then walk to the mall because I had to use the ATM anyway, then walk back, and somewhere along there wet my diaper. I started out getting dressed, diaper of course, with lots of baby powder, overalls, pink tshirt, and my hair in two braids. I like putting my hair in pigtails when I'm playing just cause it makes me feel so little, but I thought the braids would be a little less overtly cute for being in public, but just cute enough. I ended up putting on a sweater over my overalls too. I walked to the mall, and let me just say that walking around in a diaper is sooo fun! No one knows, but you can feel the padding every time you take a step. I went into the mall and found the ATM. While I was getting my money, I slowly let a bit out into my diaper. I was sooo nervous I was shaking! But it felt sooo good, nice and warm. Then all of a sudden I felt a little spurt going down my leg! So I quickly stopped, finished up, and got out of there. Luckily it was only a little bit, and no one except me knew that my diaper was wet and my overalls were a bit damp. Anyone else watching would have seen a 23 year old woman using an ATM, but inside I felt like a wittle toddler in my wet diaper and overalls. On the way back there was a little park or sitting area or something, so I stopped there and pretended to be looking at my phone. In reality my whole body was shaking, and I couldn't concentrate on anything else! I started peeing in my diaper. I had to go pretty bad, but I had let off a bit of pressure in the mall already, but it was still a lot. I could feel the diaper getting so warm and heavy and I was scared to move. Then I started to feel another urge, and I wasn't really planning on this, but I realized I also had to go #2! By this time I was so excited, my judgement was probably impaired a bit, and I just started pushing! I didn't have to push too hard before I totally started pooping in my diaper! I could feel the straps on my overalls pushing down on my shoulders as the diaper filled up. So now I'm standing there in a park with a totally soaked, messy diaper, feeling like a toddler, and I still have a five minute walk back to the hotel, through the lobby, and to my room. I just stood there kind of in shock for a few minutes. What I really wanted at that point was for someone to come along, pick me up, put me in a car seat, drive me home, change me into a clean diaper and pjs, feed me a bottle, and put me in my crib in the nursery. Unfortunately that was all just a fantasy, and no one came 😞 It's hard to describe the walk back to the hotel. It was like I was drunk or high, totally scared, totally excited, trying not to waddle (spoiler alert, I didn't succeed), hoping I wasn't leaking too bad (spoiler alert, I was), hoping I wouldn't pass anyone on the sidewalk too closely. I don't actually remember much, just the feeling of my overalls pushing down on my shoulders, and my totally soaked, messy diaper between my legs. I was so aroused I probably would have came right there if I wasn't so scared. I do remember passing by a couple of road construction workers or something, and I remember them eyeing me up a bit, and me thinking "buddy, you have no idea what you're looking at as I walk by you in my soaked messy diaper" I got back to my hotel room (I don't know how). I checked my overalls when I got in, and there was definitely a wet spot around my crotch. Telltale diaper leak marks, but not running down my leg yet. Probably not noticeable in the dark, but anyone in the hotel lobby would have been able to see if they looked. I have no idea if there was anyone there, I was too scared. I was barely in the room before I grabbed my pacifier, and then started wetting myself again. This time the diaper couldn't hold any more and I was basically just peeing my pants at that point. I ended touching myself through my wet clothes and diaper and had the biggest orgasm I have ever had in my life. Then I took a long shower :)

Got diapered up to start a gaming session, i don't plan to change at all so im sure im going to soak the chair and carpet. Im curious to see how many times i will pee before its time for bed

Just a girl wetting her diaper and it overflowing a bit with a touch of a fart or 2. My friend said he got this diaper video from a greek website. 202302262242.mp4

Decided im going to start a gaming session. But before my first pee im going to see how long I can hold it then keep count of how many times I go in the night. Its going to be a wet night... eventually.... drank an energy drink and a couple bottles of water already feeling the pressure and figetting jusr a bit

"So we need to talk" Kayla said in a forboding manner. "What? Now? We're almost at your parents!" I replied with some concern in my voice. We are on our way to her house so I can meet her mom and two sisters for the first time. We'd only been dating for two months, but she figured it was time for me to meet them, and I did too. "Yes." Kayla replied. "This is important, and we need to talk about it before you meet my family." I heard the concern in her voice and quickly changed my tune. "Of course babe, ok yeah let's talk, what's up?" We were walking through a big public park, with her house maybe another five minutes down the road. We got to a bench right off the path and took a seat. Kayla began. "So, this is kind of a big deal to me, because I didn't want to say anything until I thought we could be serious, until I thought there could be something real between us. And I feel that there is." "I do too! I know we've only been dating two months, but I've loved spending time with you, and I hope you feel the same." "Yes I do Alex! Which is why we need to talk about this right now. This isn't kind of big deal actually, it IS a big deal. About me." I started to get a little worried. Was everything ok? Did she have a condition or something? Or an odd family member? Whatever it is, I'd decided from our first date I wasn't going to judge her about anything, she's my dream girl. "Hey" I said. "Whatever it is, I'm not going to judge. Whatever it is, I don't care, I'm just happy I'm with you and I'm very excited to see our relationship goes, no matter what." She gave me a soft smile in return, but her cheeks still blushed a deep red. Whatever she was about to tell me is something that's very close to her, I'm sure. Kayla continued. "Thank you. Ok here it goes... There's no really easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. I wear diapers." My brain kind of short circuited for a second when I heard that information. I didn't laugh or really do anything for about two seconds when I cought myself, should my head and said : "you wear diapers?" Kayla was still blushing, and I could tell she was trying her hardest to be calm and be steady at this moment. "Yep!" She said with a shrug. "I wear diapers. I have most of my life because I was never potty trained." I kind of short circuited again, but quickly came back. "Ok wait, I want to hear that, but back to the first thing. You wear diapers? Excuse me if I'm too forward right now, but I've stared at your ass before, Ive never noticed any sort of diaper under your clothes!" Kayla laughed and brightened up a bit. "How can you be too forward, I just told you my biggest thing! But yes, I wear diapers! The reason you don't see them is during the day I actually wear pull ups, which are basically as small and quiet as normal underwear, even when I wear leggings." I thought for a second and laughed with her. "Ok, I'll buy that. But to your second point, you were never potty trained??" I may have overdone my exclaim her, because she went back to blushing and spoke with more concern here. "Yeah." Kayla said. "I was never potty trained. You know how it's just been my mom and my sisters growing up? Well it was a very hard childhood for the three of us. She had to care for all three of us being only a year apart each, while also working a full time job. She was able to swing working from home for a little bit when we were babies, but she as she switched jobs and went up the ranks, she went back into the office when we got into school. And so because of all of that, things fell through the cracks. I'm not gonna lie, it was hard. Me and my sisters were neglected in different ways. Missed sports events, missed birthday presents, and for all three of us, she didn't have the time to potty train us. When my older sister was three she briefly ried training, but it just never stuck, she had accidents in her pants all the time. Since she was working 12 hour days while watching us, she decided potty training would have to wait and she just diapers us all the time." I stopped her here. "Ok I mean, I understand all that. I get life is hard in different ways, and I'm so sorry for your hard childhood! But what about when you went to school? When you were 5 or 6 years old?" "Don't apologize!" Kayla said. "I love my mother, we all do. We all know what she's sacrificed for our family and how hard she's worked to give us a good life, so we don't hold it against her. But yeah once we got into grade school, it was aloooot of accidents. Our family was kind of known for it at our old school. There were times where we'd try to potty train ourselves, but it never worked for more than a few days. We were all back in diapers before we knew it. We went through elementary school wearing diapers and pull ups." It was here where I asked a rather pertinent question. "When you say accidents you do mean... Pee and poop?" "Yep, number one and number two!" Kayla said. "In Pre-K and kindergarten we had wet and messy diapers pretty much every day, and our teachers knew. My mom told them it was a family medical condition, so the teachers would change us if they had to. Most of the time though we'd go through the day in our dirty diapers and our mom would change us when we got home." "Ok then, I'm still with you. But what about when you become a tween or a teen? Late elementary or early middle school?" I asked her. "Well," Kayla began. "Pretty soon it went from mom changing us, to us changing ourselves and eachother. Like I said, she really didn't have the free time to help. By the time we were in third grade we knew to bring spare diapers to school for a change when we needed, and to change ourselves if we felt the need to." I stopped her again. "Felt the need to? Would you not change yourself as soon as you felt wet?" Kayla blushed a deep red again. "Ok well, here's probably the most important part. Since our mom was away from us so much, and since me and my sisters all weren't potty trained, we all kind of developed a sort of dependency on the diapers. Call it a trauma response, call it a developmental issue, I don't care. Not being potty trained was something we shared and grew with together, and to help ourselves out, we saw it as a positive thing instead of a negative. And we'll..." Kayla trailed off and looked away. I grabbed her hand. "Hey, I'm still with you. No judgement from me, remember?" She gave me another smile, but she blushed harder than ever. "Oh fuck it. Once we were teenagers, 13, 14, 15 years old, this diaper dependency turned sexual as well." She said almost with a whisper. "Sexual?" I asked back. "Yes, sexual!" She said louder. "Being diapered our whole lives turned into us enjoying wetting and messing ourselves! So sometimes we wouldn't change ourselves right Away since it felt good to us!" Kayla was almost crying at this point, as if she was expecting me to turn and run. But I wasn't. "Hey hey hey, I hear you! I'm still not judging! I can't imagine what this has all been for you, but I'm not judging! I'm still here!" Kayla choked down a cry and looked at me. "You're not grossed out?" "No, I'm not grossed out at all." As a matter of fact, I was turned on as hell, because I also happen to have a wetting and messing fettish, but I didn't find the time to mention that yet. Kayle smiled again, and continued. "So yeah, my sister's and I learned to change ourselves pretty early on, and we all developed a diaper wetting and messing fetish because of it all." "So what happened next?" I asked her. "Well" she said. "This is when we moved. For my freshman year, ally's 8th grade year and Sophie's 10th grade year, we moved out here and started at this high school. So because of that, we were all.sbke to start fresh. No one knows about us wearing diapers, we've gotten so good at hiding it. We all wear pullups during the day like I said, because while we can't really hold our pee at all, we can usually make it until we get home for a poop. But not always." "Ahhh, it makes sense now." I said. Kayla continued. "Yeah, we all just change right when we get home into a fresh diaper. Sometimes we'll have pooped the wet pullups on the way home, sometimes not. More often then not we'll all poop our diapers maybe an hour or two after we get home, and spend the evening in them until one more chance until bed time." She stopped, was about to say something else, but just looked at me and smiled.for a second. "So yeah, that's pretty much it." Kayla said. "We all wear diapers. It's an open household, so you're gonna see it when you meet them, I told them I was gonna tell you beforehand. Sometimes we wear pants, sometimes it's easier not to." I laughed. "Yeah I would imagine!" "So... You're still here, you're not running away screaming and calling me gross. What're your thoughts?" "So you're wearing a pull-up right now?" I asked. "Yep!" She said with a smile. She then pulled down her leggings about half an inch on one of her hips, revealing a multi-colored pull-up underneath. "Is it wet right now?" I asked her as well. "Yep again!" She said. "I pee my pullups every day. And I rarely change them at school, like I said it's a turn on for me, it makes me all hot inside knowing I'm walking around everyone in a wet diaper." She said with a whisper. I looked away, as if in thought, and she stared at me expectantly. "It IS really hot you know." I said to her. "Wait, what??" She said. "Yeah, that's hot as hell Kayla. I think this diaper wearing, wetting and messing is incredibly attractive, and I'm so happy you told me!" I said to her. She looked at me with the biggest smile and with tears in her eyes. "Oh Alex!!" She came in for a really big hug and we laughed in each other's arms. At the end she gave me a very quick kiss on the lips. Our first kiss. We both stopped and just looked stunned for a second, but then smiled again. I then stood up. "So let's go meet your family!" I said. "Yes, let's!" Kayla replied. We walked the last five minutes to her house, talking all about her and her diapers. I learned that in addition to peeing and pooping in them, she also orgasms in her diapers at least once a day. I also learned she's peed in every single class she's ever had, and pooped in nearly all of them. She apparently has a secret trick to use some extra strength hand sanitizer everytime she pees or poops. The scent apparently masks her movements very well, and she's yet to be caught at the high school. "Ok we're here!" She Said. "Are you ready?" "Absolutely!" I replied. She opened the door. We walked into the main entryway of her house. Directly to our right, her mom and two sisters were sitting watching TV. All three of them immediately got up to greet us. "Hello!" All three of them said in unison. "Mom, ally, Sophie, this is Alex!" Kayla said with a very proud smile. "Hi Alex!" Her mom said. She approached me first. I held out my hand, but we ended up in a greeting huh instead. "It's so nice to meet you! We've heard so much about you!" She said. "And so handsome too!" She said, turning to Kayla. This time it was my turn to blush! As her mom stepped over to talk to Kayla, I head another "Hi Alex!" This was a short, blond haired girl who I assumed was ally. She was wearing a tank top with no bra underneath (I could tell because her nipples were VERY prominently pointing out at me). She also has on an EXTEMELY soiled diaper. It was a dark yellow color all the way up the front, and as she walked it heavily sagged back and forth, indicating a nice hefty load was sitting in the back of her diaper. Ally hugged me as well. "It's good to meet you!" I said to her. "So Kayla hasn't scared you off with all of this huh!" Ally said, gesturing her arms to everyone. But before I could respond, she also stepped back, allowing room for Sophie to come in for a hug. "Hi!" We said in unison. Sophie was wearing a t shirt, and some cotton booty shorts. I wasn't able to tell if there was a mess I. Her pull ups, but I'm pretty positive she'd prefer in them already because she had a rather wet crotch, as marked by a much darker gusset than the rest of her pants. "Yeah, you're sticking around with Kayla huh??" Sophie asked. They all now stood back and looked at me expectantly, to say something about the obvious. I chose my words carefully. "Why would I not stick around Kayla?? She's told me *all* about you all, you guys sound wonderful! Thank you so much for inviting me into your home!" I said all this as I put my arm around Kayla. My emphasis on *all* seems to have gotten the message across that I am a-ok with their bathroom habits and diaper wearing, and they were all ecstatic. Ally jumped for joy and clapped. "Oh yay I'm so glad! You're the first boyfriend of the family!" I blushed again, as Sophie gave me a big smile and a wink as well. "Let's all go have dinner, there's pizza in the oven now!" Her mom finally said. We all then turned to walk towards the kitchen. I let her family lead the way because I didn't know where I was going. But this also allowed to get another look at the three sisters' rear ends. Ally's incredibly saggy diaper was mesmerizing, mainly because I had no idea how it was staying up! It looked like a mountain of poop was in the back of her diaper. It swayed heavily back and forth between her legs, and she naturally walked with a bowlegged gait because of it. It must have sagged down at least two inches more than if it were a clean diaper. As for Sophie, hers was mesmerizing in a while different way. Namely, that I could figure out her situation! I could still see that the crotch of her shorts was wet, or at least just a different color, but it wasn't super obvious. And I couldn't really see any poop bulge, or any bulge at all for that matter, leading me to believe she had on a pull-up just like Kayla did. Speaking of which... "You guys go ahead and get dinner ready, I'm gonna go run up and change quick!" Kayla said, turning towards the stairs. "Here I'll come help you!" Ally said, running up the stairs with her. The excessive bouncing was an incredible site... Her overfull diaper shook and crinkled loudly step by step. It moved in all directions, even sagging so much that you could see ever so slightly *into* her diaper. My extended look at ally's rear end was caught by Sophie and their mother, but they didn't say anything as we walked into the kitchen, just smiled. "Want anything to drink?" Her mom asked me. "Water is fine for me, thank you!" I replied, leaning against a counter. Sophie began setting the table, but was staring at me almost the whole time. As her mom handed me the drink I said, "you have a lovely home!" "Aw Thank you!" She said. "I know this must be a whole lot for you Alex, how're you doing?" Sophie paused and held the last plate in her hands, waiting for me to answer. "You must be referring to..." I gestured in a way that signified the obvious. "To be completely honest, it doesn't phase me at all. Kayla told me the whole story, I have no judgement for her or any of you whatsoever. I have siblings and relatives who are in diapers, so I'm not stranger. And plus, I'm truly enjoying all of you!" Their mom gave me a look of impression and approval, while Sophie blushed and finished setting the table. Her mom continued, "Yeah, I know it's pretty unorthodox. But we all did our best, and this is just how things turned out. I always said we could try potty training again later, but once the girls began changing themselves, the diapers just stuck. So I though, why fight it? When they're happy, I'm happy." "Makes sense to me!" I replied. "Kayla is just fantastic, and learning this about her just makes me want to get to know her even more!" I said, perhaps sharing too much. Sophie stole a glance my way, but neither of them said anything. Before the silence turned awkward, Kayla and Ally headed back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Ally walked through first in her soaking wet and full diaper. And Kayla walked behind, stopping in the doorway, looking at me expectantly. She had the same shirt she was wearing, as well as the grey leggings she was wearing before, but now she had on a big white diaper. I could tell because this time the bulge was obvious underneath her leggings, plus some of it was sticking out the top the waistband. I was awestruck, as it was the most adorable and attractive thing I'd ever seen. "Hey there!" I said as she looked at me smiling. I walked over and put my arm around her. "Ready for some pizza?" "I sure am!" She said back. "They didn't scare you off, did they??" Gesturing towards her mom and Sophie. "Oh please!" Sophie said. "If he hasn't left already, what could we have said that would have made him run for the hills!" We all broke out in laughter as her mom cut the pizza. We took our seats and began chatting with one another. I sat next to Kayla, while her mom say at the far end of the table. Ally say directly across from me, and Sophie next to her. "Ally, are you sure you don't need a change before we eat?" Their mom asked. "I said the same thing upstairs! Ally that thing is FULL!" Ally blushed, but spoke with confidence: "hey now, I know there's more to come, I don't want to waste a diaper!" Sophie chimed in, "girl that things about to fall right off you, how is it a waste?" "Because I don't want to waste this on a new diaper!" She retorted back. It was then ally stood up from the table and bent over. I couldn't believe my eyes, but she began pooping even more! We all heard a rather loud fart, followed by the tell-tale crinkle of poop moving into her diaper. From my angle I could see her diaper sag *even lower* than it already was. The fresh mess settled into the bottom of ally's diaper, and the tapes keeping it up now seemed to stretch to their limits. The legholes now had daylight shining through them as they weight of her poop dragged the diaper down. I could even see a few poop marks, but nothing too extreme. "Ahhhhhh!..." Ally said. "Damn ally, what'd you eat today!" Kayla said. "Yeah girl that's a crazy amount of shit in you! Well... Out of you!" Sophie added with a laugh. "No idea!" Ally replied. "But trust me... I don't mind at all!" Ally plopped back down in her seat, and the look on her face said it all: she was in ecstasy. Her cheeks were flush, her nipples sticking out even farther than before, and her left hand was in a fist, as if she was trying to keep it together. Yeah, she was very much turned on, and probably trying to keep an orgasm at bay, at least for the time being. "Well now that that's over, why don't we dig in!" Their mom said. We began to eat the pizza and just have a great time together. I learned a few more things about the family. Like how their mom never remarried after their dad left them, how she has no problems with her daughters diaper habits, and how all three girls like to do their business. Ally is obviously an open book, she'll let you know she's dropping a load if you couldn't hear it already. Sophie meanwhile was the more reserved on. She never held anything back, but she was good at hiding it if she wanted to. Plus, she seemed to be more modest on the whole anyway. Kayla was a happy medium, going whenever the feeling hit her, making a show of it when she wanted, or keeping it to herself if she wanted as well. The other thing I learned is that this really is a sex positive household. Being that it's a house of only women, their mom raised them in a different way. She's a rather progressive woman, so she gave her daughters the freedom to explore things as they wanted. They said that's partly where their affinity for diapers came from. With that, I also learned clothing is largely optional in the house. The mom usually will have shorts and a top on, but not always. But as for the girls, diapers and nothing else was the norm. Shirts and pants would be on and off here and there, but the house being all girls meant none of them felt the need to cover up. Tonight they all had tops on to keep me comfortable, as well as to gauge if I was a creep or not (my words, not theirs.) I feel like I'm passing in the not-a-creep department, but only time will tell if they're brave enough to go topless around a man in their home. I figured there's different levels to that as well. Like with ally, I figured she was about to jump right out of her top. It left little to be desired anyway, with her pointy nipples sticking out like she was smuggling candy corn. Sophia said she usually keeps a bra on but rarely has a shirt, so this must have been an odd night for her as well. Kayla though, she was still trying the hardest to gauge my reaction to all of this. We'd only been dating two months, but I think she thinks she still has to maintain some sort of normalcy for my sake. Weather I'm right or wrong, it certainly helped ease my way into their family. About half way into dinner was when I noticed the next sister have their way with their diaper. Ally was still happily sitting in her massive mess, occasionally rocking herself in it here and there (in what I thought was an effort to rub herself off, but I couldn't be sure.) But Sophie was more or less acting normal the whole night. That is until, ally was going on about some sort of story. It was here where I caught sophie sort of sit up straight and relax herself with a deep breath. I couldn't hear anything over ally's voice, but I was sure Sophie was peeing her pull-up! Her posture gave it away. She slowly relaxed her shoulders, and had a very glossed-over look on her face, as if the feeling of emptying her bladder was washing over her. If my suspicions of her wet pants were correct from before, then I should see a tell tale sign of wetness right about now. I pretended to knock my fork off the table in order to get a glimpse of her crotch. This time I didn't linger, but I didn't have to. As I reached down for my fork, I looked at her crotch and saw a waterfall of pee overflowing from her pants and out over the edge of her chair. It was quiet as it fell onto the carpet, but it was certainly obvious. The gusset of her shorts was entirely a different color now, as I'm sure was the butt of her pants. I figured she must have overfilled her pull-up, seeing as how it was wet before as well. Once back up at the table, I saw Sophie staring directly at me with a smirk. I froze, but Sophie game me a wink before looking away. No one else was any the wiser, so I resumed listening to ally's story. Ten minutes later, we all decided to clean up dinner and head to the living room to talk some more. Ally plopped down on the couch with her legs sprawled wide open and her arms out. With her tank top, it seemed like her boobs were gonna pop right out the sides! They stayed hidden though, just barely so. Her diaper though, liked more soiled than ever before. I had sat in a couch directly across from her, and I could see how some of the poop had ridden up into her crotch, which was now a mixture of brown and yellow. She gave me a wink as well when she caught me staring, forcing me to try and look away. Sophie them sat down next to her, making no effort to hide her now very wet bottom. I could also see her pull up sagging in her crotch, as it was now fully saturated with her pee. It was an incredible site to see. Kayla took a seat next to me and covered us up under a blanket. Tonight was game night at their house, so we got started with some charades. The game was going well for a few minutes, when I suddenly heard a soft gasp come from Kayla. I looked over her, only to see her still paying attention to the game, albeit with a very red face. Before I even had time to think about it, Kayla grabbed my hand and put it in her crotch. I *instantly* felt the warm rush if pee flowing into her diaper. Her whole crotch was warm as my palmed rested in between her legs. The slow, soft ripple I felt was unlike anything I had felt before. While this was happening I was utterly shocked. It was all I could do to just stare into space and not draw any attention to myself. Kayle meanwhile, she's a pro at this. She was still laughing and actively engaging in the game while she peed and held my hand in her crotch. Her pee lasted maybe 30 seconds before it tapered off. Towards the end, I could even feel her leggings get a little moist. The diaper hadn't leaked, this was no pull-up after all, but the saturation in the diaper made the outside of it a little wet, and therefore made her leggings a little damp and dark as well. She gave my hand a squeeze once she finished, and placed it back on my leg. I finally snapped out of my trance and got back into the charades, but it was very difficult! My mind was scrambling. How could I get so lucky? This was the best night of my life! Right after this though, I was given another treat from ally. It seems that her horniness had gotten the best of her, because I could tell she was openly masturbating as her mom tried to do a charade. She wasn't straight up fingering herself, but she was rhythmically running the front of her diaper, not caring if I or anyone else saw her. She was a pro at this too though, because she was also still taking part in the game. But when she had a moment to breathe however, she finished herself off. She closed her eyes for about twenty seconds, sped up her running, and had a glorious orgasm. She bucker her hips multiple times, and seemed to hold back what would have been a very powerful grunt. I think she squirted as well, as I saw her soiled diaper get even wetter still towards the end. Once she opened her eyes, she was looking directly at me, as I looked directly at her. Neither of us looked away for about three seconds, before ally finally got up. "Ok guys, I finally need to go shower and change, are we about done here?" She asked. "Wait let me get one last one in!" Kayla exclaimed. "All right, hop to it sis!" Ally said back. Kayla got up, pulled her card, and began acting out her charade. We all began shouting out words at her in an attempt to guess, but none of us could get it. It eventually devolved into us just shouting nonsense, causeing us all to break out in hysterical laughter! Kayla was laughing so hard it was adorable. But then, it was downright sexy. She was hunched over, holding one hand over her mouth and one on her hip when she suddenly exclaimed: "Oh my God!" None of us broke our laughter, but all of our attention was squarely on her now. She was turned to the side, so I could see her butt, and I already knew where this was going. We all suddenly heard a loud fart from her rear end, and this only caused all four of us to laugh even harder. With the hard laughter, Kayla pushed out a poop into her diaper with such force, it's like she instantly grew a tail. The crinkles kept going, letting us all know she was still pooping. It all settled into the back of her roomy diaper quite nicely, making her leggings stick out and down at least two inches. It was perhaps the sexiest thing I had ever seen. "I think that's enough for charades!" Their mom said through fits of laughter. "I think that's enough of my diaper too!" Kayla added. We all broke out in even more laughter, seemingly unable to stop. I can't wait to come back to Kayla's house as soon as possible!!

I have seen several people asking for an artist in this forum, so I thought I'd make my own post rather than replying to older ones (I don't know who found an artist already.) If you want to discuss a project with me hit me up through private messages, reply to my post, or reach out with a different preferred contact method! I drew some quick diaper pictures to demonstrate my ability and I also put some other art. Let me know if you have any questions!

So, yeah, my first post on Omoorg, let's get this bread gamers. Transferring over my recent stories from AO3 onto here every few days (when I remember). First to start will be my BTR fanfic. You can view the original over on AO3 here for part one. I'll link part two when I post it here. Feedback is always appreciated. --- Chapter One: Guitars, Loneliness and White Diapers. --- "My name is Guitarhero, and I present to you: I caught a glimpse of myself diapered and had to destroy every mirror in my room." She strung her guitar, depression choking her as the notes came to her naturally. Clenching her jaw, the rubber nipple of her pacifier got squeezed between her teeth as she mumbled the impromptu lyrics. Between each chord, she could hear the crinkling of her diaper as her body moved in tune with the notes playing in her head. Closing her eyes, she immersed herself in the music. "This one's good – eerily good..." Bocchi carefully dissected each note playing over her headphones, listening for flaws. Mixed with the noise was the faint noise of her diaper rustling between pauses, sending a gulp crawling down her throat. "Great, one day I'll be careless and accidentally let it slip through production, and some pervert will catch it." She ran her fingers over the plastic surface of her diaper, feeling the folds skate across her skin. "I'll wake up, and my comment section will be full of weird timestamps, and someone will make a bot account with the name 'everytimeguitarherousesherdiaper' giving graphic status updates on the cleanliness of my underwear." Another sigh escaped her lips, muffled by the blue pacifier she happily sucked on. "Wouldn't that be sad? Accusing me of something I don't even do?" She paused, the muffled laughter of her guests echoing in her closet. "Isn't that even worse, though? Here I am, spending my allowance to buy diapers to wear for when I'm anxious yet never even use them?" Her fingers dropped across the strings before Bocchi continued to dread. "Technically, I don't even wear them. I've got my panties on under because I'm too scared I'll like the sensation or something, so I'm just here parading as a degenerate without any of the benefits." She strung her guitar again, trying to pull herself out of this self-hating cycle of needless pain. "I can't even be a disappointment correctly." An appropriately timed laugh had cut her train of thought, pulling her attention elsewhere. "Even they're laughing, some family from out of town that's suddenly come to visit. I shouldn't even be wearing now that they're here, but the last time they visited, I got so nervous I vomited all over grandpa, so I doubt they'll come up and disturb me that much." Another perfectly planned disaster. "Besides, Mom will stop them from barging in. If not, the signs across my door should suffice. 'Do not enter, recording!' sounds professional, mysterious, and cool.” The hand-written ward was repeated again across her closet. “I'm sure they'll understand that their to-be super-mega-ultra-diaper-wearing-rockstar is busy with her super-mega-ultra practice!" She strung her guitar again, newfound confidence surging through her as a smile crept up on her face, the pacifier tightly enveloped by her tongue. "My name is Guitarhero, and I present to you: So what if I wear diapers? It's not like I use them." Time passed, the clock inching towards eight in the evening. Bocchi had her eyes glued on the comments from her latest video, analyzing each word as if she was grading English papers. The mental strain of reading people's words posted on the internet was taking its toll on her frail body, causing her more damage than she'd realized. "Isn't that pathetic? I'm getting anxious just reading words on a white page..." She crossed her legs, her mind subconsciously signaling that something was wrong. Instead, Bocchi leaned closer, chewing on the positive praise she's gotten on her latest hit. The diaper had done its job, assisted by the blue pacifier and the stuffed toys she's so shamelessly surrounded herself with - not to mention the plethora of imaginary friends she's nurtured since her earliest memories of being a loner began. Her cure for anxiety was frighteningly effective. Once sufficiently socialized, she danced between the plethora of tabs open in her browser, aimlessly clicking as her mind ran wild with ideas of a band and her performance in it. The imaginary crowd cheered for her, her guitar solo forever chiseled in music history thanks to several recordings popping up on video sites. Then, as pleasant as the dream was, it turned into a nightmare. "And then, at the apex of the solo, a gust of wind lifts my skirt up, revealing the diaper taped to my waist..." At the very least, the weirdos on anonymous internet forums would be satiated knowing their theories were true. Bocchi snapped back to reality, scanning the website in front of her. It was the store page for a onesie she was looking to buy, another pink outfit to add to her collection. "If I had a band, I could easily afford this... But..." Pausing, she took a minute to calculate how many meals she'd need to additionally skip. Then, she opened a new tab: "Minimum amount of daily calories needed to..." Ten in the evening arrived, with no signs of the chatter downstairs ending. Bocchi squirmed in her seat, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her stomach. Firmly crossing her legs, Bocchi clenched her jaw and waited for the sensation to subside, the diaper between her thighs crinkling as it struggled, crushed between her legs. "Why? Why are they still here!? Is there that much to talk about with my parents and little sis? Do regular people love the sound of their own voices that much that they drag out regular conversations for hours?" She shifted her weight towards her waist, trying hard to suppress the pressures brewing inside her. "I can't, I can't. I genuinely can't do it. I can't go to the bathroom at the end of the hall – it's just impossible. They'll hear me. I can't stealthily rip these tapes off either..." A nervous gulp crawled down her throat, eyeing the empty bottle on her desk. "That's even worse! I'm not – That's not happening.” Bocchi pinched her face, trying to wash the image out of her mind. “It's fine. My family won't stick around for much longer. They've got jobs and a life waiting for them tomorrow. Surely they won't stay - " The date today read Saturday instead of Sunday, as she previously thought. She felt the color drain from her face, despair seeping into her heart. Eleven rolled around. "Surely, Mom must know, right? I try to hide them, but even then - she's the one that cleans my room. Even when I do it - and emphasize it to her - she still barges in and does a once-over herself.” Bocchi sat in the corner of her closet, trailing circles into the ground below. “How do you even approach that as a parent? Your eldest daughter wears diapers in secret and is a total social failure. Poor Mom, please don't blame yourself - it's me who's to blame!” She pressed her hand against the back of her diaper, listening to it rustle with a satisfying crinkle. While her budget only allowed her to afford bottom-shelf pampers, statistics like absorbency and smell-negation only served as filler. “Can I really help it, though? It's like wrapping yourself in a woolen blanket. Please don't misunderstand and think that I actually use them or something gross like that." That thought lingered in her head. Bocchi felt her body tightening, flush with color and swirling with emotion. It yearned for something, a routine she had failed to maintain for tonight. “Crap, I’m getting… horny? Why? Sure, I usually do it before bedtime, and it’s become a sort of bedtime ritual - but I’ve never done it in diapers before.” Her hand switched positions, now drawing circles against the white padding. “Hell, it’s only after I take ‘em off and tuck myself into bed that I feel the urge and quickly deal with it.” Fidgeting, Bocchi ran her fingers across the white plastic of her diaper, feeling it spring underneath her fingertips. An undeniable, powerful heat pulsed from her waist, mixing with the pain of self-imposed constipation to create a unique blend of pleasure. “Don’t tell me… I’m only feeling this way because I’m holding it in? S-Seriously? Is this the moment I figure out a new fetish and forever change the trajectory of my life, giving up my dreams of joining a band and becoming a social butterfly - trading it in for a pitiful, diaper-bound existence?” Bocchi pushed her hands deeper into her crotch, feeling the padding rub against her skin as the diaper rustled with every movement. Crinkling filled the air, audible enough for her to pick it up via her microphone. “Crap, crap, crap! No – show some self-restraint, woman. This is a fluke. I’m anxious and bored and have missed my regular, scheduled masturbation.” She pushed her slender finger against the pacifier, shuffling it around in her mouth to a better position. “I can’t bring myself to do it, not with so many people cheering me on! What would they think of their number one to-be super-mega-ultra-diaper-wearing-rockstar if the truth somehow leaked online? What if, ten years from now, I go under some hypnosis as a joke on live television and confess my crimes?” Her hands returned back to the guitar resting on her lap. “My name is Guitarhero, and I’m NOT a pervert!” Twelve-thirty in the evening. There were no signs of the chatter ending. Only slight pauses between sentences. The crawling, dreaded realization swallowed Bocchi as she felt her heart tighten with pain. She had pushed her body to its furthest edge but could venture no more. "I'm not going to see daylight, am I? I'm going to poop my pants - piss myself and then promptly die but only after my parents find me and bring in my extended family to come and mock me. My dreams of forming a band and breaking my nervous shell, they're all -" She couldn’t even have the luxury of finishing her final words before having her purity ripped from her. Bocchi felt her stomach cramp as her body loosened. Her fingers curled, gripping her guitar as she felt the warm mess slither into the seat of her diaper – the seat of the white panties underneath. She pushed involuntarily, her body demanding the waste be expelled at all costs. The loss of her dignity was only a small price to pay, as she felt an immense relief from such degrading actions. Her mind, usually aloof with dozens of thoughts, became eerily empty as the diaper expanded with a sharp bulge, the panties underneath already filled to the point of failure. Naturally, where there is stool - there is urine, her bladder happily giving up its grip and allowing all of the yellow liquid to fill the bulky padding underneath. The white panties she wore as a barrier protecting her purity became stained, unable to stop the torrent as it rushed from her. Bocchi bit down on the rubber nipple inside her mouth, her face red with embarrassment and heat. She struggled to maintain a coherent thought, only focused on her body and its urges. The aftermath, how she'd sneak this past her mother, her sister, the guests – the worries and anxiety just failed to form. With one last painful push, she felt the weight drop off her shoulders. She had thoroughly filled her pants, ending the sixteen-hour streak of not answering nature's calls. With it, the torrent of voices lingering inside her head returned. "W-W-What the hell did I do!? Wha- How- How am I going to explain this? I-I'm not sure if..." Bocchi had only now noticed that her body had assumed a more relaxed position: on her knees with her butt lifted inches off the ground and body bent forward. She flinched, unable to compute the idea of her body being manipulated without her consent. Was this lost time? "W-What's Mom going to think when she sees her guitar prodigy of a daughter waddling down the stairs in a full diaper? And Futari? I'm nowhere near the sub-water-flea levels I was once - I'm so far below that... that..." She watched as her rankings on the Gotou family pyramid slipped by around five-thousand levels - barely edging out the proto-single-celled organisms that live in the deep sea thermal vents. "No, I can't even rank myself in their esteem! They're the guys that started all life on the planet - please accept my forgiveness..!" Once they accepted, Bocchi bounced back up, her diaper sloshing with every movement. "I've got to get to the bathroom. There's no other way, even if they hear the tapes.” Carefully and slowly, the stinky guitarist pulled herself up, the diaper fastened to her waist rustling with every movement, the contents of her diaper moving around and squishing beneath her weight. “Even if they laugh and gossip at what I'm doing in there, surely they can't think of something worse than this... Right?" She felt the mess settle, still somewhat contained by the ruined panties underneath. Running her fingers across the plastic, Bocchi lightly weighed the size of her diaper, feeling it sag and droop into her hand. The heat and pleasure she had previously fought off returned with a vengeance, guiding her hand over the waistband of her padding and against her crotch. She dipped her fingers against the sodden fabric of her underwear beneath the diaper, tugging at it, feeling it rub against her vagina. Her other hand found its way to the back of her diaper, caressing the bulge that had formed. Again, her mind turned blank as the sensations took over, culminating in a split-second decision that would forever ruin the tiny shreds of purity she still had. Without much hesitation, she used her other hand to squish the back of her diaper, feeling the mass in the seat of her underwear spread. A moan escaped her lips, caught by the pacifier. Again, she repeated the process, feeling the diaper spring back up but remain glued to her. The panties underneath had already overflown, the leakage caught by her padding as it did its intended job. The room filled with a strong but familiar smell, replacing the faint odor of mold and mothballs that became associated with her. Pushing her fingers further, Bocchi curled her toes and chewed on her pacifier - her frail body covered in goosebumps as she approached climax. In a trance, she pushed as far as her body allowed, waves of euphoria washing over her and drowning her with ecstasy. It wasn’t enough, the panties too constricting and causing more harm than good – she slipped her hand between the used underwear and her skin. Digging deeper, Bocchi moaned in silence, her pace increasing and increasing until – Thank God for the pacifier, blocking her from letting out a long moan of pleasure that came with her euphoric climax. Hitori Gotou had now forsaken any dreams of marriage. “W-What the hell just happened!? W-W-W-How the hell did this happen? I was just thinking of going to the bathroom to get out of this disgusting thing - but, ah, what?” She pulled her hand out of the soiled diaper, watching it glisten with urine and long strands wrapped around and between her fingers. It wasn’t a dream, nor a trance, nor was she possessed. “A-Am I a pervert? I’ve never really had any urge to do something like this; I’ve only ever done it to regular porn - what does this mean? I know it’s all hormones and being a teenager, but…” Turning, she struggled to find a place to wipe her hand, settling on brushing it against her diaper. After all, it couldn't get dirtier. “Was it the diaper that turned me on? The act of pooping my pants? I’m not asking because I’m interested. I need to shift the blame onto one specific act so I know to never do it again!” A defeated exhale escaped her lips, her pacifier dropping out of her mouth as a sign of resignation. "A-At least I'm a bonafide TOOL fan now..!" Humor was the only way she could cope with the situation. It was two in the morning when she finally heard the chatter perish and the front door closed. Despite being left to stew in her own filth for an hour and a half, plus an additional thirty minutes she spent waiting for her parents and sister to go to bed, Bocchi felt it was a good payoff. Sure, the moments she's spent in her used diapers are now forever laser-engraved in her memory. She'd sleep worse at night, every night, until the end of days - and no matter how much she'd scrub, she'd never be clean. Sliding the closet door open, Bocchi took two clumsy steps forward and began scavenging her room for supplies, namely, a set of pants to help cover up her shame. "Ah, I'm sorry we've kept you up for this long." "Nonsense, we have no issues with being night owls for a day or two. Besides, Futari sleeps like a champ, so we shouldn't be bothering her." "What about Hitori? Think we're causing her issues?" "Ah, well, she's a complicated girl, but it's nothing personal, y'know? Teenagers and all that..." The family chatted, bags of late-night supplies (namely alcohol) dangling in their hands. It's not often that they meet like this, and the temptation of a bit of booze thrown into the mix was too strong to pass up. "So, she plays the guitar, huh? Just like her father - say, is she better?" "Definitely." Both parents answered in unison. "They're such talented, smart, and pretty girls." The matriarch of the Gotou family answered, her husband nodding along, his rank in the family hierarchy just a step beneath their beloved puppy. "I couldn't be prouder." The front door of their home opened, a wave of stench washing over them. Everyone recoiled, their eyes adjusting to the light from inside. Hitori-Bocchi was caught crouched on the floor, her white and used diaper visible for all to see. Holding her pink track pants by the waistband, she was trying to tug them out of their dog's mouth, the infernal beast chewing on the leg hole. "H-Hitori?" She turned, her face an emotionless void. The dog unlatched from the pants, allowing Bocchi to tumble down onto the floor, squishing the mess nested in her diaper across her butt with a nasty squelch. Unable to communicate a sentence, all she could do was watch the expression of her parents as they stood in stunned horror. She opened her mouth to defend herself, but only a slight wheeze escaped her lips, her flight-fight-freeze response picking the worst of the three options. Even in her most depraved, suicidal, and depressing mind scenarios, she could never reach this level of embarrassment. Adding insult to injury, their dog circled back around, sniffed the air, and let out a disgusted scoff. That new amplifier was becoming more and more of a dream by the minute. Futari Gotou cautiously waddled towards their bathroom, her eyes half-open as the sound of an alarm bell rang in her head still. Rubbing her eyes, she stopped in front of the bathroom door, slightly ajar, and peeked inside. “Hmph…” Her older sister, if you could even call her that, stood hunched over the white sink. Around her ankles were her regular pink pajamas. Around her waist was an adult diaper, currently being shamelessly filled with poop. “Mooooooom! Hitori is pooping herself again!” Bocchi flinched, the toothbrush in her mouth dropping into the torrent of water circling the sink. The color drained from her face, staring at Futari’s concerned expression reflected in the mirror. The reality was much worse, she had messed herself yesterday evening around eleven, during her guitar practice, and failed to ask for a change. Now, she was expelling the rest. “Jeez sis, you didn’t even try and make it to the potty this time. It’s right next to you.” Hitori failed to answer, too busy filling the seat of her diaper. It had been four weeks since the incident, and things escalated quickly. Only a defeated grunt served to acknowledge Futari’s statement. “Well, whatever. I’ll wait in my room until you’re done with mom.” Futari exited, leaving Bocchi all alone. Pushing again, she felt her diaper grow heavier at the back and damper in the front, her mind blissfully blank. A well-deserved break from her intrusive thoughts. Sighing, she finished, running her palm across the plastic. It was concerning, and Futori was right to be worried about it: Bocchi had become so casual about her diapers that even wearing pants around the house bothered her. Her guitar skills exploded, six-hour practice sessions turning into eight, then ten, all thanks to her crinkly underwear skipping any bathroom interruptions. At this rate, she was sure to join a band, easily able to impress even the harshest critics. Bocchi squeezed the bulge nesting in the back of her pampers, head full of praise from her latest Youtube comments. Surely quitting diapers full-time when she actually joins a band won’t be that hard, right? Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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origional: After going to a Catholic all-girl prep school run by nuns, going to a public high school was bliss. I had been wearing diapers off and on for almost a year, hiding them from my parents after the first incident. The first time I was caught I was made to wear and use an entire package until they were gone whenever I wasn't in school. My parents had a thing for this, I was caught with a pack of cigarettes once and they made me smoke the whole thing in one sitting to teach me a lesson; not cool. The couple weeks I spent mostly in diapers didn't seem so much like punishment though, I found I enjoyed wearing and using them. My friends, and frankly everyone at my school, knew I wore them and my friends never seemed to care. I had a deserving reputation at my old school for having accidents in class, which was what got me started wearing diapers. But enough of reminiscing, this is a story about an event from public school. Well, to be more accurate a series of incidents. As I said before, I had been secretly wearing diapers for going on a year after I first got caught. Going to public school was a lot better than the school I went to before, if you needed to go to the bathroom during class you were allowed. Because of this I hadn't had a real accident since I started going, but that doesn't mean I hadn't peed in class a few times. Our school had gym every other day and we had to change for that, so if I felt like wearing a diaper to school I just made sure to do so on the alternate days. This afforded me several opportunities to indulge in diaper wearing over the first semester I had been there, and I had never been caught. My new friends didn't even know, and I didn't see much need to tell them; I left the "diaper-baby" reputation behind me. I was growing a lot bolder in this new school too, several times I packed an extra diaper or two in my backpack to change into part way though the day when the last one was full. I made it a point not to soil my diapers, since that would take some time to clean and if the smell got out it might give me away. That isn't to say it didn't happen a few times. Anyway, time to get to the actual event. I'm sorry, I tend to reminisce a lot. It was near the beginning of the second semester, late January. Before class began, early in the morning, I was hanging out in the hall with one of my friends, Paul. Paul was talking about how he couldn't wait to go out on his snowmobile, as soon as we got some appreciable snow. The winter had been fairly warm so far and the only places you could really use a snowmobile was on one of the industrially-snowed mountains, which Paul couldn't afford to get admission to anyway. I remember half-listening to him and thinking about a paper I had to have written for that Friday but hadn't even started yet. In the middle of this I felt the urge to pee and given that it wasn't a gym day I just let go. It was actually several seconds before I started to feel wet, and then I felt it dripping down one of my legs. I hadn't put on a diaper that morning, I was wearing panties, the non-waterproof kind! I froze in place out of sudden panic, and doing so alerted my friends that something was wrong. As soon as they looked at me they knew what was up, a big wet mark was growing on the back of my skirt and a puddle was forming underneath me. Talk about flashbacks. Most of my friends along with everyone currently in the hall started laughing, Paul asked if I was okay. I couldn't even speak, I just ran as fast as I could to the ladies'. I nearly dove into a stall and slammed the door shut. Upon lifting up my skirt to inspect the damage I found that not only was there a wet stain on my skirt but my panties were soaked. It was about five minutes of wiping my clothes dry with toilet paper before I was calming down. I tried to figure out what to do: if I went on with my day I'd have a big pee stain over my ass, if I went to the nurse and called home my parents would know I had an accident. The first wasn't that great but I feared the second more, if my parents knew I had an accident they might start looking through my room and possibly find my stash of diapers. I concluded to go with the first option, took my coat and tied it around my waist. I just barely got to class in time, but the rest of the day wasn't too bad apart from the slightly damp feeling of my panties. There were so many kids in our school that no one who saw what I did even really knew who I was. After school Paul walked me home, he's always been a gentlemanly type. He asked if there was anything wrong and what exactly had happened that morning. I decided that it was better to tell the truth at this point, he's a nice guy and my old friends were cool with it. I explained to him that I wore diapers, to which he asked if it was something medical. I let him know that I didn't have any medical condition that made me have to wear them, I just enjoy doing so. He was quiet for a bit and I continued on telling him that my accident that morning was because I thought I was wearing a diaper when I wasn't. Comfortingly enough he was cool with it; he was mostly confused as to how I was able to willingly go to the bathroom while clothed like that. I told him about my older experiences with accidents and such, and how it took some time to get used to peeing regardless of circumstance. He didn't say much except to say he was okay with it. I got the feeling he found it weird but not freakishly so. He walked me up to my door and asked if I was going to be all right. I assured him I would and he went home as I went inside. I went upstairs to my room as quickly as possible and locked the door. I rummaged through my closet until I found my hidden diaper stash under a mound of stuffed animals. I took my now-dry panties and skirt off and put a diaper on under a fresh skirt. Fortunately my parents always had me do my own laundry but I had the feeling they spied on my stuff once and a while, probably looking for stray prophylactics or 'unnecessarily' sexy underwear. I put my recently wetted clothing in with some of my other clothes and did my laundry to destroy the evidence. After getting my stuff in the washing machine I relaxed a bit and went out to the mall to meet with some other friends from school. There was no snow outside and it was about 55ish degrees, so I just grabbed a coat and left. About halfway to the mall I met up with my pals and we talked all the way there. A couple of them heard about my accident earlier that day and also asked what was up. I feigned ignorance and thought about if I wanted to tell them too, they were more the gossipy types and so I decided not to. The mall was pretty busy for a weekday afternoon but we didn't care, we just bopped about different stores window shopping and getting drinks and buying clothes. While we were sitting in the food court I stopped myself from peeing just long enough to remember I was wearing a diaper this time then I let myself go. The number of sodas I had was probably excessive, and after another hour of wandering the mall I had to go again, this time while looking through dresses. I concluded that I would need to change before I had to go again, but were wrapping up our trip and so I decided to wait. On our way out one of my friends, Jen, suggested we go into the Victoria's Secret and try on some stuff that would make our parents cringe. Sounded like fun so we went in and looked around their selection of sheer and lacy things for a good half-hour before buying a couple items each and leaving. I even tried on a teddy over my diaper, it looked good and I felt sexy in the combination of lingerie and diaper. As we approached the mall exit we saw that the weather had picked up a bit, but snow hadn't had much time to settle so we didn't think it would be worth the cab fare to get a ride and set out into the building storm. I had the unfortunate luck of drawing to myself a strong gust, right as I was talking. The wind blew my skirt right up in front of my friends, which would have been okay except for what I was wearing underneath. Jen was the only one who didn't see what I had on, and she quickly heard. "Oh my gosh, was that a diaper?" was the first thing anyone said. I steeled myself and confirmed that it was in fact a diaper that I had on and that I had worn them fairly often. After some discussion and questions back and forth I also confirmed that it was in fact wet, and told them that I had my accident that morning because I thought I was wearing one when I wasn't. To my surprise they wanted to see it, and when no one was looking I showed them again, this time without the aid of wind. They 'ewwed' a little but not disgustedly, and then we went on our way back home discussing why I wore them. When we got back to my house my friends asked if they could come in, and I figured why not. I told them several times over the trip back that they couldn't tell anyone about my diapers and they agreed. My parents heard me come in when we all got back and asked if there was anyone with me. I told them who was here and they said "Hey" to all of them. We went up to my room and I got another diaper out of my closet and went to the bathroom to change. When I got back they all looked pensive and finally Jen told me that they wanted to give it a try. It took me a moment to figure out just what they meant by that, then told them "sure." One by one I gave them one of my diapers and they went to the bathroom to change. The all came back looking kind of nervous and excited and commented something like "this feels kinda weird" or "umm... neat." The great thing was that even with my friends who were wearing jeans you couldn't tell what they had on underneath. We chatted and joked and talked about boys and other such pastimes, I played videogames, and Alison practiced juggling, all while we were wearing diapers. About an hour and a half later Jen, who in case you hadn't guessed was the adventurous and active type, said she had to go to the bathroom. Alison asked if she was going to go in the "thing", since she found it too weird to say diaper I guess. Jen said she would and left my room. She got back about five minutes later and we just sat there waiting for info. She sat down and told us that while it took her a while she managed to go after sitting down on the toilet with the diaper on. We of course wanted proof and she hiked up her skirt to show us, and there was indeed some of the wetness indicator filled. A couple others tried the same thing after a while with it taking from two to ten minutes each. Not everyone went but most did. Once out hang-out was over and they started heading out I told them to hide it until trash day then throw it out in the can when no one is around if they wanted to conceal what they had worn that day. They thanked me for letting them try something like that, but most looked embarrassed at what they had done. I found out a couple days later that Alison, who had looked most nervous of all, hadn't had the nerve to wear just a diaper and so had put it on over her panties. What I found terribly amusing is that she had been one of the ones to wet their diapers, meaning she had peed through her panties into it! Just seemed somewhat self-defeating in the long run. Aditional AI chapter: I woke up the next morning, feeling embarrassed about yesterday's incident. The thought of everyone knowing that I had peed myself was mortifying, and I was sure that my reputation at school was ruined. But at the same time, I felt a sense of excitement and arousal that I hadn't experienced in a long time. I realized that I missed wearing diapers and that I wanted to continue doing so, despite the potential embarrassment and consequences that came with it. I decided to take a risk and wear a diaper to school that day, hoping that I wouldn't have another accident like yesterday. I felt nervous and vulnerable, but also strangely empowered by the fact that I was taking control of my desires. I put on a fresh diaper, careful to make sure it was secure and not too bulky, and got dressed. I wore a long, flowy skirt that would hide the diaper, and a sweater to cover up any potential leaks. As I walked to school, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious. I was hyper-aware of the crinkling sound the diaper made with every step, and I felt like everyone could tell that I was wearing one. But as the day went on, I started to relax and enjoy the feeling of the soft padding between my legs. I felt more confident and at ease, knowing that I had a safety net in case of any accidents. As I sat in my last class of the day, I felt the familiar urge to pee. I considered going to the bathroom, but I decided to hold it and see what would happen. I felt a small leak, but the diaper held up surprisingly well. I shifted in my seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, and accidentally let out a small moan. I froze, realizing that I had just made a noise in class. My classmates turned to look at me, but the teacher didn't seem to notice. I blushed, feeling embarrassed and aroused at the same time. I couldn't believe that I had just made a noise like that in public, but I also couldn't deny that it felt good. I shifted again, more intentionally this time, and felt another small leak. I tried to concentrate on the lesson, but I found myself getting more and more distracted by the sensation of the wet diaper. Finally, the class was over, and I hurried out of the room before anyone could see the wet spot on my skirt. I went to the bathroom, careful to avoid anyone else, and changed into a fresh diaper. I felt exhilarated and alive, like I was living on the edge and getting away with something. I knew that it was risky and potentially embarrassing, but I also knew that it was something that I wanted to keep doing. As I walked home from school, I realized that I had a secret that nobody else knew about. I was wearing a diaper, and nobody could tell. It was like having a hidden superpower, and it made me feel special and unique. I didn't know what the future held, but I knew that I was excited to keep exploring this part of myself and see where it took me.