Jump to content
Existing user? Sign In

Sign In



Sign Up

Search the Community

Showing results for tags 'leaky diapers'.

  • Search By Tags

    Type tags separated by commas.
  • Search By Author

Content Type


Forums

  • Welcome!
    • Welcome to OmoOrg!
    • Introductions
    • Feedback
  • Omorashi / Peeing
    • Omorashi general
    • Omorashi & peeing experiences
    • Omorashi & peeing artwork
    • Omorashi & peeing fiction
    • Omorashi & peeing videos
  • Omutsu / AB(DL)
    • Omutsu general
    • Diapered & ABDL experiences
    • Diapered & ABDL artwork
    • Diapered & ABDL fiction
    • Diapered & ABDL videos
  • General
    • Off-topic discussion
    • Forum games
    • Roleplaying realm

Categories

  • Shizuku's Comic
  • Premium Content
    • Nappy Boarding House
    • WesternWets Comics
    • OJHI JAV Series
    • LittleLadyLumi
    • Biku Comics
    • AliceWetting
    • Ripandbustys
  • JAV Collections
  • Wetting Videos
    • Female
    • Male
    • Transgender (MtF)
    • Transgender (FtM)
  • AB/DL Wetting Videos
    • Female
    • Male
    • Transgender (MtF)
    • Transgender (FtM)
  • Other Videos
    • Female AB/DL Messing
    • Male AB/DL Messing
    • Other AB/DL Messing
    • Other Messing
  • Doujinshi, Eroge and Hentai
    • Anime / Hentai
    • Doujinshi Archives
    • Artwork and CG Sets
    • Visual Novels
    • RPGs

Blogs

  • The Wet Hostage
  • I’m a real wild child
  • Suguha's Struggle
  • Unlucky Star - A Lucky Star Fan Fiction
  • The Winter Carnaval
  • Higashi High's Special Student
  • Fairy Tail - Juvia's First Pee
  • _____ _______'s Mixup Editting
  • The Lunambra Anthology
  • Captainjoker1's Story
  • Steven Universe - The Wetting of the Gems
  • Accident (a7x fanfiction)
  • A Zorua, a Fennekin, and omorashi
  • Arbor Gold
  • A Valentine's Day Short Story
  • Emily and Anna's Valentine's Day
  • Cho Chang in a Diaper
  • My Stories! :)
  • Random Zelda Fictions
  • Robin's Issue
  • Boys' Night In
  • Longstocking's Story
  • The Needs of the Many
  • Beyond Desperation
  • The Little Wet Vampire
  • way of the ruin
  • WaityKaty's Story
  • Not Quite As Planned
  • And It's All Your Fault Anyway
  • Silver Linings
  • Stuck together
  • Julia's Story
  • The Battle Of Bad Timing (The Battle Of Xandra)
  • The Queen
  • How my diaper wearing started
  • My first diaper date,..many chapters
  • Matilda Marie
  • [Female] Fairy Tail Fanfiction
  • Justice's Poem(s?)
  • Keiko's Plight
  • The Exam
  • The Bad Omen
  • My first story
  • The Emerald Forest
  • The Great Wet Conference
  • HS: Last Quarter
  • Saiyica's misfortune
  • Just Let it Out (pt 1)
  • Helpless and Desperate
  • The Silent Heroine
  • Hiccup's accident
  • The compartment
  • Justice's Short Stories
  • The Dare Game
  • Jayne
  • Rush Hour
  • Persona 4: Accidents Galore!
  • Tanya
  • Never a Bathroom in RPGs
  • 4 10 12
  • Echoes of the past
  • The essex Girls - Wonna Go to Lakeside
  • The Graduate's Flame
  • detention in diapers
  • Little Contest
  • Occupied
  • Alicia the Alchemist
  • Older sister wears diapers
  • To Boldly Pee: The Omorashi Chronicles
  • Guildless (a ravnica magic the gathering fanfiction.)
  • _____ _______'s Mixup
  • Kidnapped
  • Batman and Robin
  • Emily's Diary
  • Life is great
  • Birthday Fantasy
  • Community Service
  • I Bet You Can't
  • No Say in the Matter
  • The Wet Dilemma of AppleJack
  • Katie and Daniel
  • The Mushroom
  • Female Desperation Stories I Have Witnessed
  • Lucy's Wet Fiction Collection
  • Emily's Christmas Adventure
  • The Tale of a Sorceress
  • The Moocommunity
  • Valuable Cling Film [Saran Wrap for US readers]
  • Miaball
  • Kirby’s Omo-Love Lesson
  • Golden Time Lover
  • Kurt Omorashi
  • Even Heroes Falter
  • Poke omo fic
  • When You Gotta Go-La in Alola
  • Unexpected abduction
  • Fire Emblem: Golden Bonds
  • Pdpatti's Story
  • Ahlbi and Rayfa: Ace Holders
  • My Life as a Teenage Bedwetter
  • When a Dragon Can't Hold
  • Learned a New Skill: Relief
  • Samus The Padded Bounty Hunter
  • Video Game One-Shots
  • Lillica Quest
  • Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid One-Shots
  • The One With the Wet Rumors
  • High School Holding
  • Pushing Their Limits (My Hero Academia)
  • Peenoblade Chronicles 2
  • The Desperation Visor
  • Hehe's Story
  • Stream of Kindness
  • Pee Tee's Story
  • Omo High
  • Bladder Meter
  • The College Trip
  • Unconventionally Sensual (Working Title)
  • Emma X Otacon
  • Saves
  • Peesona 5
  • Ai No Exorcist Omorashi
  • nena the high school dipper user
  • Riveting Rivulets (A FanFic Collection)
  • Other Stories
  • The Bee and Barb
  • Living in a Harem
  • Dark Souls Collection
  • Taking Over the Family Business
  • BBCode Tests
  • Four Day Struggle
  • Blade Of Vengeance
  • Summer Blossoms
  • Elevator Desperation
  • Why some story characters never pee (no wetting, desperation, safe for work essentially)
  • Miku at School
  • Brotaku and the Omo adventures
  • Messing Contest
  • Holding right now...
  • REVENGE Part 3 [Daniel]
  • Ms. Anderson's Plight
  • Allison’s Work Dilemma
  • Little Punk Girl's Kinky Shenanigans
  • Amy's Saga
  • Desperate girls bathroom line at school.
  • Divine Intervention Gone Wrong
  • Just a Journal [male]
  • The Bizarre World of Cartridge: Omorashi Experiences
  • Five Nights of Holding
  • kitchen desperation
  • Quick intro
  • The Legacy of Gold Universe
  • The Wild Tempest
  • my first wetting/bedwetting
  • Male Desperation
  • Pemberley Afternoon
  • Rising Star
  • Sonador's Furry Fictions
  • Road Trip
  • Searching for a video
  • Desperation
  • Pee Diary
  • Accidents happen
  • The Trials and Tribulations of an Omo Noob
  • SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD
  • Omorashi Short Stories
  • Pee Adventurer
  • A Striptease Like No Other
  • Lizzy
  • Golden Machinations
  • Soul Eater Omo
  • Adventures in pee holding
  • Exam-time desperation
  • Johnah
  • Symmetry is Everything
  • KidIntheDark's Story
  • Pix Holding :3
  • Terezi's Secret
  • Shopping for Diapers
  • Levi & Alex
  • Sarah, Elliot's Slave for a Week
  • True revenge
  • Try something new
  • Technical Help Blog
  • Matt and Koko Omorashi
  • The Azur Lane Omorashi And Other Urine Based Sexual Activities Association
  • Desperate ride...
  • Desperate
  • Meeting at the Point
  • Drafts
  • Appointments
  • How to order from Jade Net
  • Status blog
  • Alice the beginning Ch. 1
  • darker then black yin's desperate ride
  • Unintentional Invocation
  • Online Class Desperation
  • Megan and Sarah, Emotional Rollercoaster
  • Shiver
  • Mandymom’s collection of Darkwing Duck omorashi
  • Kiplington School for Girls
  • Stonky stories
  • Katie Has A Very Public Accident in a Bar
  • Not so suttle hint
  • Kaneki Has an accident
  • Snek Writes Stuff
  • Age of Ultron: Omorashi (SPOILERS)
  • The Witches Wet
  • Omovember 2020
  • Kelli's in the Corner
  • Ebisu-Sensei Vs. The Sexy No Jutsu
  • Omorashi Jones
  • Newsnight
  • Jane's Aching Bladder
  • Wetting Games 1 - Sonic Adventure 2: Wetting
  • Pee test
  • Yomiel`s Night of Desparation
  • Omorashi stories
  • Female Daily Dare
  • Moving in (With Sophia)
  • Rita's Training Blog
  • Jordan
  • My bladder chronicles
  • Commander Lyra
  • The big Magic: the Peeing project
  • On that Christmas Night
  • First Peeing Experiance
  • Ending up in a "Wet Suit"
  • The Test Subject
  • a
  • Sex and the Sea
  • My 1st omo fanfic! (Pokemon)
  • O Wonderland (RPG Game)
  • Girls weekend out
  • Our Lady of Pee
  • Puddling in my Pants
  • camping
  • Omovember 2021
  • Johnny & Pablo (Non-Canonical)
  • Skyrim: Distortion
  • An Interruption
  • Harvest Moon
  • Do your kinks ever harm your self-esteem?
  • Holiday Specials
  • RpeeG
  • DragonFruit11117
  • Of Cupboards and Dreams
  • Afternoon in the Chokee
  • The DP Game
  • Hard Boiled Legs
  • Unnecessary Functions
  • Peculiar Endurance Event
  • story of my life
  • Have you Weed yet?
  • Thesis
  • Milovana Webtease review - Rapid Pee Desperation
  • Maddy
  • Emotions, Tonight, and Tomorrow
  • Holding experiences and challenges
  • Space Wetters (The Story of Aurora Stardust)
  • Assorted 'wings stories
  • PeeCember 2022
  • public speech
  • Goldenstorm's Story
  • Vaine Chronicles - Goddess of Death
  • My experiences with this fetish......
  • Searching for Friends!
  • FemScout's Desperate Run!!!
  • Chatbot characters
  • Sam's Graduation
  • Karkat Vantas: I need to go!
  • Diapered & Desperate
  • The Yellow Sisters
  • Henry(fill in later)
  • Bonus Material
  • The Juniper Triplets
  • Shawnie's Soggy Sunday Mornings
  • Plush Empire Primitive Life Observations Files (Possible title change)
  • Hana and Kimiko
  • Wettie's Wet Log
  • Jenny and her friend Sara
  • Screencaps
  • steph226's Story
  • Miyu's Regression
  • The Omorashi Diary: My Random Stories and Thoughts
  • Fantasies..
  • SAO messing fanfic
  • bursting and driving
  • Cooper's Accident
  • 'The Juniper Triplets' Side Stories
  • What He Never Noticed
  • Diapered Housepets! : Grape
  • I think my Boss needs to Pee Character List
  • Erin's Wet Ride
  • a date with Mario
  • FNaF messing fic
  • The Retriever
  • Misused Authority
  • LLTQ Beginnings
  • A Rōnin's tale
  • Discipline in the Dorm
  • Pan's Personal Purgatory
  • Nightclub drugs raid causes MASSES of desperation
  • Knuckles's predicament
  • Naughty Kitty
  • Fairy Tail Omorashi
  • A Town to Forget
  • diapered walk
  • Endless Desire
  • Samantha's Life
  • honeybell3's Story
  • Beth and Him
  • Nah's bad day
  • Strider's property
  • school desperation
  • The First Time
  • Brotherly problems
  • Matthew and me
  • It's Just Business, Honest
  • "So what is it Doctor?"
  • Uri Nova
  • War and Wet
  • Carlsbad Caverns
  • Taylor And Me (The Long And Short Of It)
  • the car
  • Holding Back
  • Sakura's Mistaken Identity
  • The Stable Girl
  • Junie & Thena: The Wet Age of the Law
  • Pain's Story
  • When Serena Met Dawn
  • coffee troubles
  • Bad Idea
  • fizzypop's Story
  • The Mishap of Taylor Swift
  • League of Desperation
  • Granting me a wish
  • JLIO RE-WRITE
  • Perfect
  • Coach Desperation
  • The World of Edren
  • adevore155675's Story
  • Hunger Games Pee Desperation
  • The Sphere
  • Maddy and Haley
  • Stuck...
  • Everyday Life With a Fetishist
  • Elsa's little problem
  • Forced wetting
  • Elsa's emergency
  • A change of underwear
  • The Sphere: Dog for the Day
  • Summer Camp
  • April And Diapers
  • The Patient
  • How Do I End Up In These Situations?!
  • Trouble with Yui
  • First Holding Session!!
  • hidden feelings and curiosities
  • Love Grows
  • Suburban Wasteland
  • To Lunambra: A Medieval Watersports Tale
  • Severa's bad day
  • The War
  • On a Bus
  • A Desperate Detention You'll Never Forget
  • Meet the 13 Squads
  • omodarling's Story
  • Desperate Camping
  • Emily's Anniversary of an Accident
  • 3 litres...
  • Asuna's Journey Backwards
  • The Cinemas

Product Groups

  • Premium Subscriptions
  • Advertising

Categories

  • Gender
  • Wetting amounts
  • Clothing
  • Omorashi themes
  • Content warnings

Find results in...

Find results that contain...


Date Created

  • Start

    End


Last Updated

  • Start

    End


Filter by number of...

Joined

  • Start

    End


Group


FurAffinity


Twitter


Website URL


My pronouns are..


I'm into..

  1. I have been very much into Omorashi fetish for a long time now. No hate but I don't really get the concept AB/DL and am genuinely curious about it. I have nothing against it and fully support ABDL but just don't get the concept of it. So this question goes to all AB/DL lovers to guide me through their thought process of AB/DL. What do you like about it and what specific things about ABDL that turn you on?
  2. Wore this pull up for a few hours and it handled plenty of leaks. Was about to shower and change for bed and decided to make sure the pull up was fully used and it was more than it could take.
  3. 2023-01-19-1080-1908225-MC-1674166404797-trim.B5393134-995C-415F-943E-5B0EA97660E2.mp4 2023-03-24-1080-1908225-MC-1679681660078-trim.56F90936-1EC8-4C6F-96B8-0F501FCAE963.mp4 2023-04-19-1080-1908225-MC-1681924322459-trim.3EE2A090-60DE-4B84-A7C7-0B6C61EDDDB9.mp4
  4. This story and future stories are also on my WattPad! https://www.wattpad.com/user/blushingginger Chapter 1 – Courtship and Lust Ron was elated. He had never been this close before. His social ineptitude and awkward demeanor had long prohibited him from any romantic pursuits or “adult” late night activities with women. But he had hit it off so well with Kimberly when he met her at his college’s board game night. He found it easier to relate to her because she was nerdy, and he was able to talk with her about things that would turn other women off immediately. If you went up to most girls and started talking about Nintendo, those girls normally looked down on you as some kind of childish loser and wrote you off as a potential romantic interest. But because Kim and Ron shared that common interest, he could lean on those things to find things to chat with her about, where otherwise he would be stumped. Now he was sitting across from her outside a Subway, with the sun shining down on her brown hair and lighting up her deep brown eyes, which were inexplicably smiling at him. This had never happened before. He was usually too shy, too submissive and too weak-willed to find himself in this position. She was laughing at his corny jokes, she was giving him looks that could only mean good things to come, and she was asking him more questions about himself than any girl had ever asked before. In his excitement in answering her questions, he almost forgot to make sure he also asked her questions about herself to show he was interested in her too, but it was clear things were going well regardless. She was so attractive it drove him mad. Her wide, ample hips were outlined by the black yoga pants she was wearing, which very flatteringly revealed the curve of her behind. She leaned forward in interest, bringing her eyes closer to his. Her pupils were deep pools that were easy to get lost in. Leaning in revealed more of the top of her chest to him, her bountiful bosom peering out from under her shirt. Her eyes were intense, and her hair a dark river over her shoulders. Kim squinted her eyes in a chirp of laughter at Ron’s joke, opening them again to look right into his. Ron’s leg did a nervous twitch, and he became subconsciously aware of the fact that he was going to have to hit the bathroom at some point. He smiled back at Kim, trying not to seem nervous. Ron had the feeling that she was playing up how funny his joke was just a little bit, but he didn’t mind. She was being nice to him. Kim’s lips parted as she prodded him. “So now you’re staying in the Donner Hall dorm this semester?” Ron nodded vigorously. “Yeah, I couldn’t stand the guys in my old dorm. And I also couldn’t stand having to share a room with that one guy who always left a mess everywhere.” Kim’s head perked up in interest. “Oh? Do you have your own room to yourself in Donner?” Ron cracked a smile. He liked where this was going. “Yeah, the rooms all share a common area, but I don’t have to share the bedroom itself or bunk with anyone. I really like having my own private area.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “You should come see it for yourself.” Kim cracked a smile herself. “You know what? I would love to! In fact, I think I’ve had enough sun for one day. Maybe we should head there right now.” Ron threw out his trash and sauntered towards the dorms, Kim by his side and a new confidence burning in his chest. But that confidence soon started to turn into self-doubt. Things were going too well. Were his expectations for what was about to happen too high? Did he have what it takes to secure his conquest of this lovely girl? Was he setting himself up for embarrassment and failure? But he shrugged off those doubts. Now was the not the time to second guess how well things were going. Now was the time to take his shot with the attractive and amicable fellow student who presently seemed very interested in following him to his room. He blushed a little as he waved to his dorm-mates in the common room, as they saw the girl following behind him and gave him knowing looks. Kim waved cheerfully to them, not seeming at all shy or self-conscious about their amused expressions. Ron closed the door behind himself and Kim. He had to remind himself to take a breath. He was hyping himself up a little too much if he wanted to perform properly. “Well, here it is! My royal quarters.” He said jovially. Without warning, Kim picked up a pillow from his bed. “I bow to no king!” she blurted, before striking him across the head with the pillow and then bursting into a fit of laughter. Ron laughed as well and grabbed another pillow. “No fair, you had the element of surprise!” He complained as he swung wildly at her. “Royal my ass!” Kim cried, doubling down on her feathery assault. She slapped him in the stomach with a strong blow that almost caused him to lose control of his bladder, which he had forgot he’d been holding. He laughed and swung back in turn. He got close to her, wrapped his arms around her, and brought her down onto the bed in a fit of giggles. She looked up at him innocently and put a finger to her lips. "Looks like you've got the best of me! Now what are you going to do with me?” Ron felt his heart race at Kimberly’s words. She was daring him to make a move. He took a step closer and gripped the bottom of her shirt. She smiled and bit her lip invitingly. Trying to hide his nervousness, Ron pulled the shirt upwards over her head, revealing her smooth stomach and lacy bra. Ron tossed the shirt aside and paused to admire her feminine figure sprawled out leisurely on his bed, before leaning over and kissing her. She closed her eyes, gripped his head, and kissed him back passionately. As they kissed, Kimberly slid her yoga pants and panties down her smooth legs, while Ron ran his hands up and down her sides. She smiled at him slyly. “Your turn, big guy. Go on, take your shirt off. Make yourself comfortable.” Ron grinned and yanked his shirt off, tossing it over his head onto the floor. He then leaned back in to kiss Kimberly again, removing her bra as he did so, then fondling her breasts in his hands. At one point he moved his mouth from her lips to her neck and started gently nibbling it, causing her to chuckle in delight. Ron was enjoying the feeling of Kimberly’s skin against his own. At length, Kimberly put her hands on Ron’s chest and pushed him back a little, looking right into his eyes. “What are you waiting for, hotshot? Take the rest of it off.” She gave him a teasing look. “You aren’t … shy, are you? I’m sure you have no reason to be…” That last sentence seemed to be merely playful banter, but all the same Ron couldn’t help but feel a slight bit of nervousness come over him. He shook that feeling off and resolutely stood up from the bed. He looked down, swiftly slid his pants and underwear off in one motion, kicked them away, and then walked over to the bed, looking up at Kimberly’s face and making to embrace her again. Kimberly looked down at Ron’s crotch and her mouth opened slightly, her cheeks growing red. She put a hand over her mouth and burst into laughter, using her other hand to push him away slightly. As she laughed, she looked back up at Ron. Pity had replaced the lust in her eyes. She looked back down at his crotch and continued laughing. Ron felt embarrassed and unsure what to do or how to react. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her, starting to feel subconscious about his nudity. He asked, “What’s so funny?” Kimberly managed to catch her breath after laughing so hard. She sputtered “I'm sorry, dude. I just kind of expected you to have a normal-sized dick. It's just really hard to continue seeing you as a man after seeing your little baby penis. No woman could ever feel that thing inside her. I’m not even sure you could even get it in!" She continued to laugh cheerfully, not seeming to care that her laughter was delivering a crushing blow to Ron’s manhood. Ron got up sheepishly and walked over to where his pants were, starting to put them on. Kimberly watched him, continuing to emasculate him with her mocking words. “You really had me going. I thought you were going to be some kind of dominant alpha guy. I wasn’t expecting you to have a two-inch dick. I can't believe I was going to sleep with you!” Kimberly, with mocking eyes and pouty lips, held up her hand and performed a pinching motion with two fingers, mimicking the size of his inadequate dick, then burst into another fit of giggling. Ron felt a mixture of embarrassment, anger and pain as Kimberly laid into him. “It’s not funny. I can’t help how big I am. You don’t have to be so hurtful about it…” Kimberly snorted with a smirk on her face. “What did you expect, Ron? Did you not know you had a tiny widdle baby penis …” Her eyes had wandered around the room and fallen upon a half-open drawer in his closet.” “… Uh, Ron? What's that?" Ron was slightly taken aback by her change of tone. He followed her gaze and his heart skipped a beat. “Uhhhhh,” he stammered, breaking out into a sweat, cursing himself for not having kept that drawer closed. Without waiting for a response, Kimberly yanked the drawer wide open and pulled out a blue crinkly package. A package of XL Goodnites Pull-Up diapers. Kimberly snorted, putting her hand to her mouth for another fit of laughter, looking straight through Ron with even more pity than before. For his entire life, Ron had been a bedwetter. His bedwetting often worsened with stress, but regardless, it was always there. There had been periods off and on where he had been able to stay dry the entire night, but those periods never lasted long. Most mornings started with him waking up in a wet diaper, feeling like a pathetic toddler. And that’s what he wore to bed. Diapers. He wore diapers to bed like a fucking baby. It was his most shameful secret. After a while, he had given up on any hopes of growing out of his infantile habits and resigned himself to the fact that he was going to be wearing diapers to bed for the foreseeable future. And just now, poking out of the open drawer he’d never closed (how on Earth could he have predicted he would be bringing a girl over to his room?) were his XL Goodnites training pants for bedwetters. For some reason he had stuck with the same Pull-Ups his parents had always bought him before he went off to college. In his mind he convinced himself that if he kept buying the Goodnites rather than the Depends, people were less likely to think they might be for him. And the Goodnites were more familiar. But now that he was caught, the childish designs were just making the situation even more humiliating. As Kimberly laughed, Ron wallowed in a wave of humiliation and self-loathing, his face beet-red as he stood frozen and speechless before Kim’s mocking gaze. He stammered out “Y- Y- You don’t understand. They’re not for me…” Kim scoffed. “As if! You’re a fucking bedwetter! It makes sense since you have such a little baby dick! Awwww, does the little baby have a tiny bladder to go with his tiny pee pee?” She held the package of Pull-Ups aloft and pretended to suck her thumb. Ron grit his teeth and his eyes started watering. “Stop it!” he shouted. “Awwww is the widdle baby gonna cry? Does baby need his liddle binky?” she continued her thumb sucking routine. “The big baby is sad because his crush found out he’s not potty trained yet! Poor baby!” “I just need them at night! It’s not a big deal!” Ron shouted, tears in his eyes. “Ohhh my, why didn’t you say so? That’s soooo much better!” Kimberly cooed in faux admiration. “You are such a big boy after all! Well,” she looked at him snarkily, “maybe not in every way…” Ron’s hands were trembling. “Stop saying that!” he cried. Then he froze. He felt a weird sense of warmth running down his leg that didn’t belong there. It took him a second to process what was happening. Then his eyes opened wide with horror. He jerked his head down. He was wetting himself. Chapter 2 – An Inadequate Bladder He was wetting himself. In the middle of the day. Right in front of Kimberly. He was pissing his pants like a fucking toddler in front of the girl he had thought he was going to fuck mere moments before. The dark rivers were already running down his calves, pooling around his feet, a scathing indictment of his weakness and childishness. He felt the last wisps of his weakened manhood drain away as he involuntarily drained his bladder into his pants. He looked up in fear. Kimberly’s laughter was cut short, and her eyes opened wide too. She pointed at his crotch and nearly bawled with laughter. "OH MY GOD, you're fucking wetting yourself RIGHT NOW? What a pathetic fucking LOSER!” She looked at him with fake doe eyes. “I thought the big baby only needed to wear your Pampers at night time? Did you lie about that to make yourself sound like more of a big boy? Are you a widdle pantswetter during the daytime too?” As Ron’s drenched pants clung to his weakening thighs, he whimpered semi-coherently, “I never wet myself during the day. I- I- I knew I had to go, I just never had a good chance, and you were here, and then you were making fun of me, and- and I was going to go, but then this happened…” “Awww, did I intimidate you, little guy?” she jeered. “You’re so scared of a girl like me, that I somehow made you wet yourself? Wow. You’re such a fucking pussy. No surprise, seeing what a beta male bitchboy you are. Guess you’ll be wearing your Huggies all the time now, huh? In case a scary girl comes along and you have a widdle accident in your pants?” Ron’s face got hot. “No! I don’t need to wear diapers during the day! I’m not a fucking baby!” Kimberly clearly looked like she was enjoying herself “Oh, are you sure? It looks to me like the little baby needs his diapees. You dribbled all over your big boy pants. Guess you weren’t ready for those, huh?” Ron started sobbing. He didn’t know what to say. That didn’t stop Kimberly. “It must be so emasculating to piddle yourself like a two-year-old in front of a girl you almost hooked up with. If there was any chance of me seeing you as a real man after seeing your tiny dick, it’s definitely gone now. I can’t imagine how you thought you were going to get away with pretending to be one. You can’t handle making love to a woman, or being her partner. What you need is for a dominant woman to take charge of you, put you in your place, and put that tiny little baby dick back in diapers permanently, where it belongs. In fact, I’m going to put your beta-male bedwetting ass back in diapers right now. And you’re going to let me, like the good little submissive sissy bitch you are. Isn’t that right, Puddles?” Ron felt a mix of shame, embarrassment and resentment at Kim’s words. He didn’t think he wanted to be seen as a beta-male or a sissy, and he didn’t want to be infantilized by his crush. But at the same time, there was something strangely arousing about the thought of her taking control and swaddling his feeble manhood in an embarrassing, emasculating … soft, warm … stupid diaper. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, then muttered “…Fine.” Kimberly leaned in, her piercing look and blank expression unchanging. “What was that, pissy-pants? Speak up.” Ron looked down at his feet. “Fine. Put me in a diaper. I clearly need one.” Kimberly smirked. “Well, the first step is admitting you have a problem.” She gently but firmly lifted his chin and forced him to look her in the eye. “Ask me to put you in a diaper, bitch-baby. Tell me you’re a sissy and you need me to put you in a diaper.” Ron huffed. “Please put me in a diaper.” “Why?” “Because I’m a little sissy bitch-baby that still pees his pants.” “Hmph. That’s what I thought. Lay down on the bed, pussy. Let’s get those wet pants off of you and get you into some more age-appropriate underwear.” Kim winked at him condescendingly. She made Ron feel very small and helpless, and not at all like the adult he was supposed to be. He laid down on the bed, feeling more and more like a toddler. The feeling made his eyes water even more than they already were. “Spread ‘em, bitch,” Kimberly barked, approaching Jon with the wipes that had been nestled underneath the pack of diapers. Ron gulped and spread his legs. Without ceremony, Kim yanked his wet pants off and tossed them onto the floor. She then took the wipes out and began wiping him down like he was a child, smiling smugly all the while. She remarked "Having a tiny, weak, wimpy little dick like yours probably makes it so hard for you to hold your widdle bladder like a big boy, huh? On the bright side, your tiny dick doesn’t seem to have any trouble fitting in your widdle baby diapers. Honestly, you should start buying the girls' Goodnites instead of the boys' ones, huh? It's not like you need the extra room down there? You certainly don't look like a man when you’re wearing your little training pants regardless. You look more like a sissy to me. I think we should start dressing you more like the sissy you are. But we can worry about that later." Ron stared and opened his mouth to protest, but she firmly put a finger to his lips, grinning maliciously. “Aw, don’t feel bad, little guy. It’s not your fault you were born with an itty bitty penis. You can’t help it. You were born to be a beta male. There’s nothing you can do to change that. You’re never going to be physically capable of fucking a woman, and you’re probably also too … underdeveloped down there to potty train like a big boy. You were never meant to be a man. You were born to be a sissy diaper baby. Mind as well embrace who you are rather than embarrassing yourself trying to play the man like you did today.” After she finished wiping him, she coated him in a storm of baby powder that was also lying in his diaper drawer, giggling up a storm as Ron looked to the side sheepishly, feeling vulnerable and mortified that his room now smelled like a nursery. Kimberly leaned in and cruelly teased, “Is that enough powder for your little dick? Tell me you’re ready to be put back in diapers like the pathetic little baby you are.” Ron looked away and murmured quietly, “I’m ready to be put back in diapers like the pathetic little baby I am.” With a sickly-sweet smile, Kim pulled a Pull-Up diaper out of Ron’s package and opened it. She started sliding it up his legs and over his limp, inadequate penis, which somehow was looking even smaller than usual. “Yeah, your effeminate little sissy dick definitely belongs in the girls’ Goodnites instead. Those would definitely fit your … size and build better. And I just know pink would look more appropriate on you. With a look of satisfaction, Kim tugged the Pull-Up firmly around Ron’s waist, then made him stand up. She gave his diapered behind a smart pat. Ron blushed at the infantilizing gesture. Kim’s lips turned up as she observed how uncomfortable he was being diapered like a child in front of her. She cooed condescendingly, “That’s more like it. That’s where your little guy belongs.” She looked down her nose at him severely. "So let me guess ... you still have to pee, don’t you, little sissy?" She placed a hand on the tiny bulge in the crotch of his training pants. “Don’t worry – it’s not like I can see you as more of a pathetic baby than I already do.” Ron looked down at her hand on his Pull-Up and stammered out, "I- I- don't think I have to, but I think I should hit the bathroom a- a- and make sure." Kimberly, looked Ron dead in the eyes. "Go in your pants, bitch," she ordered him curtly. Ron’s eyes widened. "W- what?" "You heard me. You've already proven that you're not capable of making it to the potty like a big boy. So do it. Wet yourself, you fucking diaper baby." “Y- … you want me to wet my diaper? Right now? In front of you?” Kimberly smirked. “Of course. If you’re not capable of pleasing me like a real man, then the least you can do is entertain me by doing what you do best. Now do it. Go in your pants, bitch.” Ron let out a whimper and his knees buckled inward as he grabbed desperately and childishly at his crotch. His courage had given out. Fear of Kimberly overcame him, and he lost bladder control once again. Warmth blossomed out from the crotch of his Huggies and the sound of pee hitting cotton filled the room. Ron felt a puddle of pee grow inside his Pull-Up, the childish diaper struggling to keep up absorbing the shameful flow of pee he was involuntarily releasing into his training pants. The Pull-Up began to feel heavier and squishier as the infantile stream continued on for what seemed like a lifetime, swelling so much that it began to force his trembling thighs slightly apart. The pool of pee in his diaper nearly rose from his taint to his stomach by the time he had finished emptying his bladder into his pants, an act which ended with Ron gasping in a mixture of shock, relief, and apprehension. He pulled his hands away from his crotch, well aware that the silly gesture had done nothing to hide his juvenile accident in progress, or the swelling and darkening of the front of his diaper. His Pull-Up training pants started to catch up, thirstily absorbing the pool of pee that pitifully piddled out from his tiny, unmanly penis. Ron felt the tide of wetness recede back down his pubic region as the puddle disappeared, sucked into his bloated Huggies. He took a tentative step forward, no longer able to walk normally. Instead, he waddled forward awkwardly, just like a toddler who did not have much practice walking. This increased Ron’s self-consciousness, and more tears formed in his eyes and dripped down his face, silently. Kimberly, for her part, was thoroughly entertained watching Ron debase himself and crumple in despair. She had sat watching Ron and piss his pants and break out into tears with a smug smile on her face the whole time. Her words broke the silence like a knife through Ron’s heart. “Did you finish going potty, widdle boy?” Ron choked back a sob, looked down his front, and quietly nodded his head yes. “Good little boy,” Kimberly said curtly. “That's all you’re capable of doing. You're not a man anymore, you're just a weak little baby who can't even control their own bladder. You clearly thought a little too highly of yourself, trying to court a lady like myself. But now you definitely know your place.” She put her hand over his diapered crotch and caressed him teasingly. “And soon, everyone else will too.” Ron bit his lip, both humiliated and aroused, and awkwardly shifted his weight as he felt himself pitching a tent in his Pull-Ups. She’s fucking with me, Ron thought. She doesn’t actually mean that. Kimberly moved her head inches away from his, her eyes boring into his soul and a smirk on her face. Ron couldn’t resist stealing glances down at her ample, naked breasts, sitting right below his chin as her words raked him. “Awww, does the beta bedwetter have a widdle stiffy in his Pampies? It’s really too bad. You clearly really wanted a piece of me. But you’re just not man enough to fuck me. You’ll never be man enough to fuck me. No matter what happens, I’ll always remember you as the pathetic Pampered pussy who got bullied into pissing his pants by a girl. And cried like a little baby when she told him his tiny two-inch pee-pee would never reach past my ass cheeks.” Kimberly continued rubbing. Ron continued to sob and pant for breath as her hand rubbed the soft, warm, damp padding against his erect penis. With every delicate stroke, he had to hold back moans of bliss. His dick was so hard it was throbbing, and the sensory feedback his penile nerves were sending his brain with every back and forth was driving him insane. The feeling was the most debasing and the most pleasurable thing he had ever felt in his life. His cheeks were flushed and his brain began shutting out everything but the diaper against his skin. Ron knew that his stamina wasn’t the best, and he became fearful that he was going to embarrass himself yet again, by orgasming in his stupid fucking baby diaper from just a few mere moments of light friction against his diaper. He desperately tried to hold on, not wanting to find a new way to unman himself in front of Kimberly. But as quickly as it had begun, it was over. A sudden shudder ran up his spine and he cried out involuntarily. His knees buckled inward as his eyes widened, and he felt himself lose control and pump globs of cum all over the front of his Pull-Ups. The diaper greedily absorbed this new, even more emasculating mess on top of his wettings. Fearfully, he looked up to see Kimberly’s reaction. Upon observing Ron’s shuddering climax, Kimberly’s eyes widened as she processed what was happening. After a moment of quick realization they lit up with taunting glee. She stepped back and put a hand over her mouth in shocked and derisive laughter. “Oh my fucking god, you have a tiny little limpdick AND you’re a two-pump chump?!?” she choked out between laughs. “Could you be any more of a fucking sissy?” She held a forceful and over the sodden padding of his crotch again. “At least you’re already back in diapers where you clearly belong. Just one more reason why you fucking need them. Bet a little beta bitch like you that can’t control himself has a lot of problems not having an accident in his pants every time he sees a woman who’s too good for him, hm?” Ron said nothing, merely staring numbly at the ground. Her eyes narrowed, “Is that a problem you have, little bitchboy? Do you have problems splooging in your pants like a sissy bitch because you can’t handle attractive women?” Kimberly slowly lifted Ron’s chin up to force him to look at her. He muttered something incoherently. “What was that?” she asked. “Yes, Kimberly,” he stammered. “And where do beta male sissies who can’t hold their cum like real men belong?” He gulped. “In diapers.” She smiled venomously. “That’s right. Little boy learns fast!” Abruptly she turned away from him and began to gather her clothes, as if getting ready to leave. It occurred to Ron that she had given him an orgasm, albeit unintentionally, and that he should offer to return the favor. “Um,” he stammered anxiously, unsure if he was opening himself up to more ridicule. “Did you want me to – uh – you know – do something for you before you left? To make up for the fact that my d – uh, the fact that I couldn’t give you what you wanted? I could use my h-“ Kimberly’s snorting laughter cut him off mid-sentence. She bent over to reach for something of hers that was lying on his bed, her ample hips and ass stretching out the seat of her pants. Ron’s inadequate erection strained against his sodden padding yet again, and his head swam in despair as he ruminated over his inability to ravage her like he would in his fantasies. As she clipped her bra on and began pulling a shirt over her head, she chastised him. “Please, Ron, don’t embarrass yourself. In case this wasn’t already clear to you - I don’t have sex with beta males. Beta males like you are not capable of giving me the orgasms I deserve, and I would only ever extend that privilege to a real man. So why don’t you leave it to the big boys to do the things that you never could, okay, Puddles?” Wincing at the continuation of his new nickname, Ron mumbled “Yes, Kimberly.” Having finished dressing herself, Kimberly got in Ron’s face one more time. Her breasts were filling out her shirt so aggressively, they almost looked like they might burst out. She corrected him, “Yes, mommy.” “What?” Ron said, confused. “You are not a man, and are not capable of being a boyfriend. You still wet your pants, you still need to wear diapers, and you still need your Pampers changed for you. You don’t need a girlfriend. You need a mommy. You and I are not equals. You are clearly not capable of being treated like an adult. So you will address me as your mommy. I am not your peer. ‘Friendzoned’ doesn’t even begin to describe where you’re at right now. You’re a bedwetting, limp-dick, beta male perma-virgin, and you should address me as mommy. Understood?” Ron gulped. “Yes, mommy.” “Good,” she smirked smugly. Then without another word she turned on one heel, pulled open his room door, and strut out like a woman who knew she was in charge. The door clicked shut behind her beautiful, voluptuous, confidently swaying hips. Ron’s eyes flickered close, then open again. He looked down at himself. A drop of water trickled from his eyes to his chin, then dropped to the floor. A drop of water trickled down his thigh from his soaked Pull-Up, then dropped to the floor. Ron’s shoulders heaved. He fell back onto the bed as he began to sob. Still crying like a baby, he grasped the sodden crotch of his diaper with his hands. He began furiously rubbing back and forth, tears streaming down his face and his legs in the air. He imagined he must look pretty ridiculous doing this, but that only made him sob and rub harder, spreading and closing his legs over and over while his wet training pants crinkled furiously. Abruptly, Ron gasped, as he lost control of yet another bodily function in his Huggies. His mouth opened in a snarl of frustration as he creamed his diaper, feeling more like a beta sissy than ever. As he lay there sleepily, his head swimming with emotions and dopamine, he stared at the package of Goodnites that Kim had left with the open end sticking out of the shelf. The flat, unopened, soft diapers stared back at him from within the package, as if mocking him and his frailty. Some hours later he jumped awake, realizing he had dozed off in his reverie. Apprehensively, he put a hand to his crotch, then to the absorbent mat. He had absolutely drenched himself and the mat during his nap. He couldn’t remember the last time he wet the bed this bad. He also felt he might have had some “wet dreams” last night. About a certain someone’s seductive rear. Chapter 3 – Desperately Clinging to Dignity Ron’s next day of classes passed uneventfully. He was so on edge from last night that he almost felt like checking over his shoulder to make sure that Kimberly wasn’t lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on him as he moved from class to class. But nothing like that happened. Before he knew it, the day ended, his head hit the pillow, and rays of morning sun snuck past his blinds to greet him for another morning of waking up in swollen Huggies. Ron’s feelings of shame for waking up in wet Pull-Ups every day had grown worse since his emasculation at the hands of Kimberly. He now spent more time during the day ruminating over his bedwetting failures and his feeble hold on masculinity than he ever had before. And when he went to bed worrying about whether he was going to wet himself—that only made it more certain that he would. He even began stressing out more about having to hold his bladder during class, which was not something he usually ever worried about. He had begun psyching himself out, and it was making his problems worse. On the second day, he made it through physics class after what felt like a Herculean effort to hold his bladder, then rushed in a panic to the nearest bathroom. He made it, but he had been all but sure he was going to piss his pants in front of all the ladies in the hall who watched his mad dash quizzically. Ron didn’t even know what he would do if such a cataclysmic event were to happen. On Wednesday, after his last class of the day, Ron was once again struggling to make it to the end of class. When they were finally dismissed, Ron heaved a sigh of relief. He stood up from his desk, and snuck a worried glance down his pants just to reassure himself that he wasn’t crazy, and that his pants were indeed still dry. Just as an adult man’s pants are supposed to be, he thought to himself as he walked out of class. Maybe he was just worrying too much. Maybe he had just let the Kim incident get to him too much. He decided to use the bathroom once he got back to his dorm, and headed outside with a bit of a gurgle coming from his lower stomach. As he entered the courtyard, however, his heart leapt in his throat. Kimberly was right there, talking with two of her girlfriends. Before he could decide whether to sneak away or offer a nervous “Hello,” his decision was made for him as her eyes locked on his and she smiled pleasantly. The other two girls turned to look at him. Caught off-guard, he blurted out a quick “Hiya, Kim!” trying his best to smile naturally, and trying to read her friends’ expressions. Kim’s face didn’t change. “Hey there, Puddles!” Ron’s face turned deep red, as Kim’s two friends burst into uncontrolled laughter. He smiled nervously and tried to play it off “Haha, what? What are you talking about?” Kim was as blunt and unphased as a rock. “I’m talking about the puddles you make in your bed every night of course. Remember? How you tried to hook up with me the other night, but just ended up wetting your Huggies in front of me? You remembered to wear them today, right?” Her friends continued laughing. They clearly couldn’t get enough of this. Ron tried to turn away, muttering half-heartedly “Why do you say such weird, random shit?” Kimberly was not letting him wiggle out of this. “Oh, not true, is it? Want to take us to your room to make sure you don’t still have DIAPEES waiting for you on your little nightstand? There’s no use denying it!” One of Kim’s friends piped up, “Gonna go back and give yourself a change right now?” All three of the girls continued guffawing. “I only need them at night!” Ron finally snapped. His nerves started getting the better of him as he began to realize their increasingly loud conversation was starting to draw a lot of stares and bewildered glances from onlookers. “That’s funny, because we sure as hell weren’t sleeping when you wet your widdle diaper in front of me!” Kimberly quipped cheerfully and mercilessly. “Because god knows I wouldn’t be caught sleeping with a tiny dicked little man-child like you!” “They’re not diapers! They’re Pull-Ups!” Ron was on the verge of tears, and he wasn’t sure why he was even trying to argue at this point. Barely-stifled laughter was starting to bubble up among the spectators around the courtyard who were clearly all listening in. “Ohhhh that’s right,” Kim’s other friend jeered. “You don’t wear diapers like a little baby. You wear Pull-Ups, like a real man!” This sent the trio over the top, and they all doubled up in laughter. Ron clenched his fists in impotent rage. But that rage soon turned to shock and fear as a new sound reached his ears. Pssssssssssssssssssssss He was doing it again. In his nervousness and indignation he had lost his bladder control again. He was wetting himself right there in the courtyard, in from of Kim and her friend. The dark burst of wetness spread from the crotch of his pants and cascaded down his legs, hitting the concrete with a distinctive pitter-patter that no one would miss even if they weren’t watching as Ron began debasing himself. Ron frantically dropped his books as he futilely attempted to cover up his wet crotch with his hands, tears welling in his eyes and a pitiful whimper escaping from his shocked lips. Kim and her friend began pointing to Ron’s wet crotch and roaring with laughter. “He fucking pissed himself again!” Kim choked out between guffaws. The darkening of Ron’s pants, the pitter-patter, and the girls’ cruel and rowdy jeering drew the shocked and intrigued stares of passers-by heading to their next classes. Ron’s infantile incidents were no longer going to be solely discussed by Kim and her friends. All of campus would be talking about the pathetic, infantile little wimp who pissed his pants in the middle of the square. “Awww poor liddle baby forgot to wear his diaper to class, huh?” Kim’s friend taunted through a cruel smile. “Guess you need your mommy to change you since you can’t be trusted to dress yourself, huh? So much for only needing to wear your diapees at night, huh, little boy?” Ron had begun sobbing uncontrollably, and began gathering up his books so that he could escape this situation. Kim’s lips were tightly pursed in a thin smile as she watched him gather the last of his things. Then she unceremoniously snatched him by his wrist and began dragging him in the direction of his dorm. Her friend laughed hysterically and called after them “Make sure our little man is taken care of!” “Clearly you’re not capable of handling this yourself,” she remarked. “time for a real adult handle the little piss-baby.” She dragged a sobbing Rob all the way through the dorm hall by his wrist, the other residents looking on in a mix of shock, awe, confusion, and amusement. When they got to his room, she yanked his keys off his lanyard and opened the door herself, then practically threw him onto the bed. Ron lost his grips on his books and they tumbled all about his room floor. Kim smugly shoved them to the edges of the room, closed his room door, and went straight to the drawer where Ron hid his nighttime diapers. She yanked it open, took out some wipes, baby powder and diapers, and threw them on the bed next to Ron. “Still lying to yourself and trying to pretend you’re a big boy? That delusion didn’t last long, huh?” she cooed as she peeled off his soaking wet pants and boxers. “Bet you know better now, huh? Bet you’re never gonna try to walk out in public without your widdle protection, huh? Now you’re never gonna forget you’re just a little bitch-baby that needs diapers. Tell me. Tell me what you are. I want to make sure you’ve learned your lesson this time.” As Kim wiped him down, Ron screwed his eyes shut and choked out between sobs “…I’m a little bitch baby that still needs diapers.” “I can’t hear you!” “I’m a little bitch baby that still needs diapers!” he sobbed. “Get the fuck up pussy, we’ re going to pull these Pull-Ups up over your tiny little beta dick so you don’t get any piss on the floor,” she spat as she opened up a pair with a sneer. “Even these little things are too adult for you. I’m sure they make tape diapers in the size of full-grown bitchboys like you, don’t they?” Ron stood and looked down forlornly as she pulled the training diapers up over his privates and around his waist. Ron grimaced as he watched his manhood get enveloped once again by the soft, crinkly diaper with the humiliatingly juvenile pattern on them. It felt final. It felt like his masculinity had been revoked for good. His previous daytime accident was no longer just a fluke. His failure as a man was complete. His sobs resumed anew. Kim was unmoved by Ron’s tears. “It is so perfect that you did this in front of the whole campus. I’d already been telling everyone about how much of a big baby you are. It’s nice that you did my job for me.” She leaned in closer. “What girl is ever going to come within 100 yards of the little piss baby now? No reason not to wear diapers to class now. It’s not like there’s going to be anyone else to discover your infantile little secret, and you might at least save yourself the humiliation of making a puddle in the courtyard.” Her eyes narrowed and her wicked smirk deepened. “Time to accept that you’ll never be anything but a little sissy diaper-baby.” All Ron could see or hear were Kim’s taunts. His mind replayed the dozens of hurtful expressions that had continued to pass by when he had pissed himself in the courtyard. He was so distraught he didn’t notice the gurgling in his lower stomach getting more intense. At least, he didn’t notice until it was far too late. He did begin to notice, however, when a horrifying *blurrrrrt* filled the air and he felt the seat of his Pull-Up weigh down ominously. Oh my god. No fucking way. I haven’t done something like this for years. I… I can’t be… The look on Kim’s face, her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide, told he that indeed he was. He was doing it. At 21 years old, he was pooping his Pull-Ups like a fucking toddler. Kimberly took her hand away from her mouth and cupped the full seat of Ron’s diaper, her eyebrow raising as she felt the weight and confirmed that he had indeed messed his Huggies. She pressed the weight of his mess against his ass, causing him to squirm and whimper. Her lips curled in disgust as she looked down on him with disdain. “If there was ever any doubt…only a beta male would sit there and soil themselves like a helpless infant. I already knew you were a wimp and a loser, but this is a whole new low. You’re never coming back from this. No one could ever see you as a man after watching you soil yourself like a whimpering little sissy. You can go out into the real world and try to pretend if you want, but in your heart you’ll never forget this. Because this is who you really are, pussy.” Ron had never felt more pathetic, more like a child, in his entire adult life as he listened to Kim lay into and lecture him, his messy Pampers hugging him tight. “Real men don’t depend on diapers to manage their bodily functions for them. Real men don’t get their wet pants changed by a crush who friendzoned them. Real men don’t get bullied and diapered by the hot girl in their class. Real men fuck girls like me. You couldn’t do that, because you weren’t capable. Your manhood is inadequate, and always will be. You will always be a beta male soiling his diapers.” Ron tentatively put the hand on the heavy bulge in the seat of his Pull-Ups, as if to check if it was really there. None of it seemed real. Kim stared him dead in the eyes. “Sit in it.” Ron blinked rapidly. “Wha-?” “You heard me, bitch,” Kim snapped. “Sit in it. You pooped your pants like a fucking toddler, now sit in it like a toddler. Clearly if you like pooping your pants so much, it shouldn’t bother you at all.” Ron awkwardly shuffled his feet and looked down, muttering “Uhhh uhhh I really don’t want t-“ Before he could finish his sentence, Kim had grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved his ass down onto the bed. He gave a cry of dismay as he fell into his own humiliating mess. It was warm and mushy and it made him want to sob all over again. It spread underneath him and clung to him. He soon resumed crying like a baby. Kimberly leaned in closer to Ron, her smile menacing and her voice low. "You're too weak, too helpless. That's why you’re here sitting in your own filth like a pathetic little baby. This is your place. Moments like these are going to be the rest of your life." Ron, still sobbing, laid down on his back. Kim sat down beside him, gave him a condescending smile, and cooed, “I bet getting your diaper changed by me has been the most attention you’ll ever get from a girl in your life.” She began rubbing the crotch of his diaper, which had become mysteriously damp with pee without Ron even noticing. Ron choked back his whimpers and moaned as the feeling of Kim’s hand and of the warm, wet cotton caressing his genitals overpowered his despair and shame. He looked up at Kim – her perfect waist and hips perched beside him, her pillowy bosom bursting out of her shirt, and her eyes staring him down – and he felt the animal urge to breed with her. But alas, incapable, emasculated, and infantilized, he knew that she was beyond him. He knew that all he was capable of doing was sitting there and letting her bring him to climax in his soiled diaper, like the beta loser he was. All of Ron’s confused feelings swirled together as Kim’s subversive hand turned his shame and emasculation into an act of pleasure, the closest thing to sex that he had ever – and would ever – experience. Ron gasped in ecstasy and shame as he climaxed blissfully into his messy Pampers, his embarrassingly miniscule penis furtively pumping his impotent semen into his diaper. He had never orgasmed this intensely before. Tears continued to trail down his cheeks as he fought to catch his breath. Kim looked down on him and gave him a sickly sweet smile. “You get worked up real easily when I belittle you like that, don’t you, little sissy?” She asked. Ron nodded meekly. Kim leaned in closer, “Well, even though you’re clearly not man enough to fuck someone like me, I do find you adorable in a sort of pathetic way, and I might consider keeping you around…” She put her lips to his ear, “How would you like the privilege of being my little cuck?” She drew her head back. “You’re a natural-born cuck, after all. It seems like the perfect place for you. What do you think? Can you handle being cucked by me? Being on the sidelines while I fuck real men who have what it takes to tame me, and have their way with me?” She winked seductively at him. Ron was shocked. She still wanted him in her life after having humiliated him so thoroughly? But…as a cuckold? For her amusement? But he was still so attracted to her. Her scent still made him catch his breath. Her curves still drove him wild. And even now, sitting in his own filth, the thought of being her little plaything made him blush…and what other options did he even have at this point? What girl would swoon for a beta male in his 20s who still had accidents in his Pampers? Kim, sensing weakness in Ron’s hesitation, pressed on. “Think about the opportunity. You always wanted to be involved with me in some way, didn’t you? But understand this. If you do agree to be my cuck, everyone is going to know. All my friends are definitely going to know you're not the one fucking me. All of your friends might find out too, because I'm not going to be … discreet or restrained in my womanly adventures. Everyone will end up knowing that, while you may be dating me, you sit on the sidelines because you’re not man enough to satisfy me.” She stepped in closer, “But,” she murmured seductively, “since I know you’re awfully fond of me, I’ll still allow you to have…” Kim held up two fingers in a pinching motion, mimicking Ron’s tiny member, “a little fun. Always while you’re wearing your diapers, of course. Your pathetic little beta cummies don’t belong anywhere near my pussy, for obvious reasons.” Ron gulped. Kim leaned in, her face an inch from his. “Well?” she asked gently. “What do you think, little bitchboy?” Ron’s every instinct was to say no. But despite himself, all that could come out of his mouth was a feeble, barely audible “Yes.” “I can’t hear you, little boy. Say ‘Yes mommy, I want to be your little beta cuck.’” Ron looked down at the floor and repeated “Yes mommy, I want to be your little beta cuck.” Kim smiled evilly and stroked his cheek. “’I am a little baby bitch who still needs diapers, and I will wear them wherever I go.’” The thought was terrifying to Ron, but he repeated regardless, “I am a little baby bitch who still needs diapers, and I will wear them wherever I go.” “Good boy. I’ll be seeing you again soon, little guy.” She patted his cheek and then promptly started leaving his room. Before she closed the door, she looked back in on him and said sweetly, “Oh, and by the way, any girl you happen to be friends with at school is going to know about your pantswetting and your little diapers by tomorrow. I know, the grapevine’s a bitch, ain’t it? So be ready for that too, little bitchboy!” After the door clicked shut, Ron shuddered with anxiety and anticipation. For the rest of the night, he masturbated more furiously than he ever had in his life. All while back in diapers. Chapter 4 – A Weakening Grip on Manhood Ron was apprehensive about going back out on campus after his public accident. And though it killed him, he had finally convinced himself that he could no longer walk out in public without wearing a diaper under his clothes. Admitting this to himself was a painful blow to his already crippled pride and masculinity, and his feeling of adulthood and independence. He felt like a whimpering child pulling on his training pants before heading out to school, and the feeling destroyed his self-esteem. Maybe being a beta cuck was truly his destiny. Real men didn’t have these problems controlling their bodily functions in adulthood. As he ventured tentatively out of his dorm, he was hyper-conscious of every subtle crinkle his Pull-Up made as he walked, painfully aware of the conspicuous bulge the Pull-Up seemed to make from his crotch, and severely paranoid that his infantile underwear would poke out from under the waistline of his shorts. Ironically, his acute nervousness and his inability to act natural probably drew more attention than the subtle crinkling of a babyish diaper ever would have. Of course, on the other hand, the idea that Ron was going to be able to walk through campus at this point without getting a lot of attention was no longer a possibility. Everywhere he went, passersby and little clique groups around campus would turn, look at him, and turn back to their friends to giggle maliciously to themselves. The first time this happened, Ron’s heart dropped and his cheeks grew beet red. His nervous bladder let slip a small dribble of urine into the thirsty crotch of his Pull-Up, and he silently cursed himself for being so weak and helpless to keep from wetting himself, no matter how little. But his bladder had become highly sensitive to his emotional state, and any disturbance seemed enough to open the floodgates and help prove everybody right about what a pathetic little baby he was. As he walked through the courtyard, a woman’s voice he didn’t recognize called out from afar, “Hey little boy, did you remember to bring an extra pair of pants?” Waves of laughter followed from girls all around. Ron did not turn to look, but merely hung his head in shame, looking at the ground as he walked hurriedly on towards class, his lip quivering. When he got to class, he was met with a few pockets of subtle, stifled, barely-concealed laughter form his classmates. Ron blushed and pretended not to hear. Ron took out his books and sat down near the back, wincing as the act caused a tiny spurt of pee to escape into the warm embrace of his Huggies. The small dribbles he had failed to hold were very minor and didn’t cause the diaper to swell much, but they still had a huge effect on his self-esteem. Ron leaned forward and tried to devote all his attention to the professor at the front. At one point, the girl behind him started snickering, and leaned over to say something to her friend next to her. Ron got the ominous feeling that he was the subject of their attention. Concerned, reached back as casually as he could and felt along his waist. Horrified, he realized that the waistband of his Pull-Ups had very conspicuously poked out from under his shorts when he had leaned forward. Stifling a sob, Ron pulled the waistband of his shorts up to hide his ineptitude, and pretended not to hear the whispers and snickers behind him. As class let out, Ron hurried to the bathroom despite not feeling like he had to go. He went to a stall, not wanting anyone to have the chance to see he was a full grown adult that still needed to wear Pampers, and pulled down his shorts. He then went to pull down his training pants, but stopped midway and put a hand down to check the front of his diaper. There’s no way, he thought to himself. His Pull-Up felt heavy, like he had completely soaked it. The fade-when-wet designs were completely gone, and the diaper bulged considerably more than it had before. He hadn’t noticed himself pantswetting since that tiny spurt when he had sat down. Had he really deteriorated to the point where he couldn’t even notice when he was wetting his diaper like a pathetic little two-year-old? How was he going to keep from being stuck in diapers like a baby forever if he didn’t even know when he had to go? Or when he’d had an accident in his pants? Defeated, he pulled his shorts back up, self-conscious of how much more obvious the bulge and the crinkling was now, and headed out to return to his dorm to change his Pull-Ups. He was thankful at least that he was so used to drinking lots of water that his pee was watered down and didn’t smell strongly of ammonia. He rushed along, looking down to avoid the condescending glances and snickers of the other college students. He felt a gurgle in his stomach, and cursed himself for not taking the opportunity to go to the bathroom regardless of the fact that he had already wet himself. Still, it would not be long before he reached his dorm. Abruptly, some random girl he didn’t know stepped out from a group huddle and into his path. He nearly fell over himself as he stopped abruptly to avoid knocking into her. He clutched a hand to his stomach as it gurgled louder, and his knees buckled in as he fought to maintain his composure and control. “Hey there, little diaper baby,” she jeered at him. “Keep your training pants dry during class today? Heard you have a hard time with that.” All of the girls friends exploded in merriment, but went silent when a loud *blurrrrrt* filled the air once more. Distraught, Ron bit his quivering lip as his weak knees bent, and he helplessly emptied the contents of his bowels into the seat of his damp Huggies. He cried out in shock. He knew the smell was immediately obvious. The girls all doubled over in laughter. The girl in front of him shouted, “There’s no way you- … don’t tell me you- HAHAHHAAHHA!” Ron ran away (it was more of a waddle, humiliatingly), his eyes screwed shut and tears inside. As he was nearing his dorm building, his blood went cold as he heard a familiar voice call out “What’s the rush, baby boy? Trying to make it to the potty? Probably a lost cause after what happened yesterday, huh?” Ron turned to see Kim and her friend, Sam, walking steadily for him. “I- I- I have to g-“ he tried to stammer out. “Oh no, definitely wait for us, honey!” she called out teasingly. Did she just call me honey? He thought to himself. He remembered back to when he believed he could have had a shot at a real relationship with her. Kim caught up to him while he was still processing it all, and in front of her friend curtly said, “How’re the Pull-Ups doing? Is potty training working out for you yet?” Ron, bothered by Kim saying this in the presence of the other girl, stammered, “I don’t know what you’re talking ab-“ Before he could say another word, Kim pointedly grabbed the waistline of his shorts and yanked them down right then and there, exposing his diaper to Sam and the world. Kim laughed victoriously and felt the soaked, swollen front of his diaper. “Just as I thought! The little baby boy still can’t hold his little bla-… wait a second.” She assertively spun him around (despite his feeble resistance) and pressed her hand against the seat of his training pants. Her eyes widened when she felt the tell-tale lump through the seat of his Pull-Ups. “Oh my god, no way you pooped your pants again!” she cried out in amused shock, loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. Sam stared Ron down with an eyebrow raised and a condescending smile on her face. Ron stammered, “I- i- it was this other girl’s fault! I had to go to the bathroom and she got in my way and yelled at me and I would’ve made it otherwise I was heading right to my dorm to take care of it…” “Awww that’s so sweet! Are you telling me a girl scared you so much that you literally soiled yourself? I feel like real men don’t poop their Pampers whenever someone gets in their face. That does sound like you though!” Kim said cheerfully. Ron, abashed and resentful of Kim’s teasing, pulled his pants back up, then looked down at the ground and fumed…only to realize with astonishment that he had begun peeing again, and that his Pull-Up had begun leaking. Rivulets of pee cast dark stains from the leg guards of his training pants, and trickled merrily down his legs. Ron gave a yelp of dismay. Kim threw back her head and laughed, clearly enjoying herself. “See? Forget being a real man, you’re not even enough of a big boy to handle training pants. Clearly you need REAL diapers, like the little baby you are.” She grabbed Ron’s arm and began to walk him towards his dorm. Ron tried to run forward and pull her along to get her to go faster, but she kept them at a steady, unhurried pace, to Ron’s great dismay. As they approached the entrance to the dorm building, Kim stopped abruptly and turned to spy the figure of another girl passing by near the group. “Hey Stacy, we’re over here!” she called out to her. The girl, another of Kim’s friends, saw Kim, with Ron and his soaking pants cowering behind her. Stacy smiled and put a hand over her mouth, giggling, and joined the group. “Hello there,” she said. “Is this the poor widdle boy who still needs to wear diapees?” “You want to tell the truth this time?” Kim cooed. Mortified that she might pants him and expose his diaper again, Ron frantically murmured, “Y- y- yes, I- I’m wearing a diaper.” “And you had an accident, isn’t that right, widdle Ronnie?” Kim chirped. “Clearly,” Stacy chuckled. “Is Kim bringing you to your room to change you again?” “That’s exactly what we’re doing!” Kim declared. “Now let’s hurry up before our little man here dies of embarrassment! Don’t worry,” Kim said as she lead them all into the building, pulling Ron by the hand, “I came prepared. I figured those flimsy training pants of yours weren’t going to be sufficient to handle the little problems you’ve been having there, Tiny.” Ron winced at the new nickname, and realized for the first time that Kim was not carrying her usual purse. She was carrying a bulky cotton tote bag that was zipped shut. He wondered what she was carrying in it. Oh god, he thought. Is that for holding…? Kim again opened Ron’s door for him, and to his dismay her friends filed in behind them. Before he could pipe up, Kim said “You ladies don’t mind if I take a second to change this loser’s diaper, do you? It’ll only take a minute.” She winked at Ron. “Don’t worry about them being here, there’s not much to see down there anyway, now is there?” The girls laughed. Ron was mortified, but was not exactly in a position of strength to argue, so he submit to her wishes. She laid him down on his bed, and began opening her bag. She produced wipes, baby lotion, baby powder, and … … Diapers. Real diapers. Thick, babyish, with tapes for the sides, and very large – clearly sized for an adult (not that he felt like one anymore). Diapers. And not just plain white ones either. These ones were pink, with humiliatingly cute unicorn and princess designs on them. Kim’s friends put their hands to their mouths and let out a condescending “AWWWW!” that made Ron want to die. Ron found his voice again. “Is that really necessary?” He asked. Kim smirked. “Why don’t you tell me,” she said, while reaching down and pressing the seat of Ron’s diaper against his rear. Ron moaned and said “Okay, okay, you’re right, I belong in them! I belong in them!” Kim’s friends laughed. “Where did you even find diapers like that? And in that size?” Stacy asked, pulling another out of Kim’s bag and examining it quizzically. “They’re called ‘Rearz Princess Pink Adult Diapers,’ Kim remarked casually as she continued making Ron feel his own mess. She then leaned down over Ron and asked teasingly, “What are you, Ron?” Ron swallowed. “I am a little baby bitch who still needs diapers, and I will wear them wherever I go.” “Good. You remembered. And? What else are you?” “I am your little beta cuck.” Kim smiled faintly. She prepared to remove his diaper and clean him up with wipes, her expression unchanging. Kim’s friends were nearly blinded by tears with how hard they were giggling at the things Kim had Ron say, which was almost a blessing in Ron’s current predicament. When Ron had been completely cleaned, Kim unwrapped the big pink diaper and showed it off. “I figured since we all know what a sissy you are, pink princesses and unicorns were the right choice for you,” she taunted. “It’s not like there was anything left of your manhood anyway.” Stacy and Sam looked down at Ron’s miniscule manhood and doubled over in mirth. “Oh my god, Kim, you told us it was small but you didn’t say it was THAT small!” Sam blurted out. “No wonder why you didn’t fuck him!” “I’m not even sure you could fuck him!” Stacy added. “Diapers are clearly the right choice for this poor little boy.” Kim slid the diaper under Ron’s butt while he whimpered, and she began applying lotion. “You hear that?” Kim remarked warmly to him. “Just in case you thought any other girl would tell you otherwise…” Kim’s friends took turns pinching Ron’s cheeks and making patronizing “aww” sounds while Kim powdered Ron up. Then they stepped back and let Kim pull the diaper over Ron’s tiny little sissy dick and swaddle him up. As she taped the diaper as tight around him as she could, she leaned, her leg pressed up against his padded crotch and her breasts in his face. Ron could not avert his eyes, or keep from perking up in excitement. “See, little sissy baby?” she cooed. “That isn’t so bad, now is it?” She pressed her breasts into his face. Ron closed his eyes and breathed in her bosom. He tentatively rubbed himself up and down her thigh, while Kim’s friends watched on in amazed and amused curiosity. Kim murmured to him, “Go on, it’s okay. Suck on them. Like a big baby is meant to do.” Ron didn’t even notice the snickers caused by that last comment. His excitement building (and with it, a tiny drizzle of pee in his new Pampers), he took one of Kim’s breasts out and began nursing, like a man dying of thirst in the desert. He also began rubbing his diaper against the juicy thigh Kim had pressed against his crotch. Stacy put a hand to her mouth. “Oh my god, he likes it!” “This is, like, actually the way he’s meant to be, huh?” Sam commented. Kim looked down on Ron with a knowing smile. “Good little cuck boy,” she said softly. “Show them what a sissy baby you really are.” Ron was panting and moaning like a dog through her teat. In mere seconds, he let out a gasp of ecstasy as he wasted his seed in the soft, cotton comfort of his diapers. Sam giggled. “He really is a one pump chump, huh? Guess him having a puny dick isn’t much of a loss, it’s not like he lasts long enough to be able to do anything for a girl anyway.” “That’s right,” Kim agreed, looking down in a sickly sweet manner at Ron. “And since he could never satisfy a woman anyway, keeping him in diapers is the perfect solution. His widdle beta cummies belong in Pampers, not in my pussy. Isn’t that right, Ron?” Ron murmured through the haze of ecstasy. “Yes.” “Yes, what?” Ron furrowed his brow, confused. “Yes, Kim?” “No. ‘Yes, mommy.’” This elicited a chuckle from the other girls. Ron was in too much bliss to even fight about anything anymore. “Yes mommy.” “Where do your beta cummies belong?” “In my Pampers, not in your pussy.” “That’s right. Because pussies like you don’t get pussy,” she remarked. “How was your little sissygasm? You looked like you really enjoyed yourself. I take it you like your new princess diapers, hmmm?” As Sam and Stacy chuckled, Ron fumbled through the minefield looking for the right answer. “N- I mean, uh-…“ “Hmmmm?” Kim prodded. “You sure you don’t? Because if you don’t like them, I can take them away. But you wearing these as protection is the only way you’ll ever be allowed near me. Because remember, you’re my little beta cuck, and I don’t have sex with betas.” Ron swallowed his pride and mumbled “I like my new princess diapers, mommy.” “What’s that?” Sam interjected. “Stacy and I couldn’t hear you from back here.” Ron balled his fists. “I said I like my new princess diapers, mommy!” “Awww,” all three girls said in unison. “You’re welcome, honey,” Kim doted. “And I’m glad you do. You’re all freshly pampered for our first big date night out, cucky!” “Our…first date night out?” Ron repeated, surprised. “Why yes, honey. We’re going to the club. My friends and I need to go get dressed. But we’ll pick you up really soon, and we’ll all go together. Put something presentable over those adorable little Pampers of yours, little sissy,” Kim said seductively. “You never know who you may meet.” The three girls left in a flurry of giggles, leaving Ron as mystified as ever. Chapter 5 – A Night on the Town Ron scratched his arm nervously as he stood on the curb waiting to be picked up. The bulge that his Pull-Ups had made in his shorts before seemed like a joke now. There was absolutely no hiding the fact that he was wearing a diaper now. It would be blaringly obvious to anyone who passed by or glanced in his direction for more than 2 seconds. The childish diaper-shaped bulge in his short was humiliatingly prominent. The top of his pink sissy diaper protruded extensively out above the waistband of his shorts, causing him to tug down his shirt apprehensively in the futile hope he could avoid a wardrobe malfunction. The crinkles could be heard a mile away, even over group conversations. And on top of it all, the diaper was so thick between his legs that he had to walk with a slight waddle, which made him look even more like a toddler. Retaining his dignity was now hopeless. It had been revoked permanently and decisively. People no longer even pretended to hide the fact that they were laughing at him as they passed. One nerdy-looking girl he had seen in Chemistry class even stepped out from the group to deliver a powerful SMACK to his pitifully padded bottom. He gave a yelp as a trickle of pee escaped into the soft cotton and he stumbled forward. The girl’s friends chortled as she went back to the group and loudly proclaimed “Yeah, the baby’s wearing a diaper now!” “Awwww!” the girls all cried. He hung his head in shame. Finally, at long last, Kim and her friends pulled up to pick Ron up in a red sports car. He climbed into the back seat next to Kim and she put her arm around him, cooing and taunting him. “Aww, is the widdle baby used to his new diapers yet?” “A- actually,” he stammered, “they seem to be very conspicuous, and I wish I was wearing something more discree-“ “Uh uh uh,” Kim scolded condescendingly. “Little beta boys like you don’t get to decide what diapers you need to wear. No more complaining!” With that, Kim took out a large adult-sized pink pacifier and shoved it into Ron’s face. The girls laughed while Ron sank in the seat, sucking his binky despondently. Ron glanced over and saw that Kim was wearing a key around her neck. She noticed his quizzical expression. “Oh don’t worry little bitchboy, I don’t actually plan on putting your little babydick in a cage. As far as I’m concerned, diapers are your chastity device,” she winked. “This is more of a symbolic thing. I don’t want people to get the wrong idea when they see me walk in with you. I want it to be clear to everyone that you’re not capable of fucking me, and that as far as sex is concerned, I’m open to the advances of more capable males” Ron’s head spun. At length they pulled up to a popular nightclub that was popular among students at the various colleges in the area. Ron sat up and looked out the window, concerned that he would be conspicuously diapered in front of cute girls from multiple universities, turning his humiliation and emasculation into a cross-campus affair. “Th- this is where we’re going?” he asked nervously. “Yes,” Kim said decisively. “And if you stay on good behavior, I might not make you keep that binky in your mouth when we go in there.” They all got out of the car, with Ron looking around sheepishly. “H- how long do we have to stay here?” “Oh, you know,” Kim said seductively, swinging her hips as she walked slowly up to Ron and whispered into his ear, “Just long enough for me to find a real man who can do to me what you never could.” Ron gulped. As they entered the club, all eyes fell upon them. The nearby girls all noticed Ron, prompting a series of sneers and snickers and giggles. Ron looked down and realized with shock that his shirt was no longer covering the top of his diaper, and he furtively tried to fix himself even though it was already too late. All the guys in the area, however, noticed Kim. She was dressed in a revealing black dress that tightly crossed down from her shoulders over her ample breasts, barely covering her nipples and allowing them to be seen from all sides. Her ass was practically bursting out the back of the dress. It was so tight you could see every movement and every curve. Her soft, smooth back was visible as well, and her hair was done immaculately. Leering, lustful gazes fell upon her as she strut around, confident in her sex and in her body. Sam and Stacy milled about on their own mission for amorous activities. Ron sat himself at the bar, trying to pretend like he didn’t exist as the girls around him continued to giggle and point and laugh. Every place these days always plays the music way too loud, he thought to himself while the sound system in the club relentlessly beat a migraine into his head. But for once, it was more of a blessing than a curse, because he didn’t want to hear all the people around him who might be making fun of the obvious diaper he was wearing, or making fun of the fact that he came in with a girl wearing a key around her neck who was very clearly on the hunt for another man. Ron watched Kim, a pang of jealousy consuming him as he yearned for the attractive body bursting out of that beautiful, slutty dress. His heart started racing as he saw her stop, turn her hear, and look someone up and down. There was a tall, muscular man leaning against the wall by the pool table on the far side of the room. Without missing a beat, Kim marched over to him with a seductive swagger, and then started chatting him up. Ron began examining the man from afar. The man seemed very interested in Kim himself and made no secret of the fact that he was eyeing her goods. He looked like he worked out regularly and he had nearly a foot on Ron. If they stood side by side, Ron would probably look much like a child next to this towering specimen. Ron couldn’t help but notice that the man had a noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans – and for a very different reason than Ron did. He was very clearly packing, and Kim had clearly noticed, because she was getting extremely flirty and her face was slightly flushed. Ron was feeling less like a man and more like a sissy with every passing moment. Kim and the stranger were doing some very heavy flirting over there. At one point the man squeezed her arm and she smile, causing Ron to wince in pain and jealousy. His heart fell when Kim took the man by the arm and started leading him over to Ron. “H- hello,” he nervously waved to the man, failing to act casual. As he did so, Sam and Stacy waltzed over with boy candy of their own – both men also taller and more muscular than Ron, to his dismay. “Here Stan!” Kim said cheerily. “This is the guy! Say hello to Stan, lil cuckie! I was just telling him about how you still wet your diapers from time and time, and how as my boyfriend you may need another man to help you fulfill some duties you’re not equipped to handle yourself.” The man’s expression was even and unflappable. Ron, on the other hand, had never felt more self-conscious in his life. Knowing smiles crossed Sam and Stacy’s faces. Their boy toys didn’t seem to be paying attention to anything other than the backsides of the girls towing them around. “O- oh, uh, I dunno if I would go that far…” Ron mumbled through a blush. “Oh yeah?” Kim said. “You sure about that? Wanna whip it out and measure yours against Stan’s right now? How do you think that one’s gonna go?” Sam and Stacy laughed in exasperated fashion. A hint of a smile danced across Stan’s face. “I- I- uh, never mind,” Ron said. Kim clucked her tongue. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, little man. Come on. Sam and Stacy have already found their hookups for tonight, and they’re riding home with them. Lucky you! You’re coming with Stan and I to my place!” The idea of seeing where Kim lived had long been a fantasy of Ron’s. But now he was going to have to come to grips with the reality that his first visit there was going to be him tagging along as the third wheel while Kim brought home a bigger man. Kim held Stan’s hand and bluntly gestured for Ron to follow, and the three walked out as Sam and Stacy Oooooh’d after them. As they walked out of the club, Kim whispered something inaudible to Stan, and he chuckled. Ron’s cheeks burned. As they got to the car and Kim searched for the car keys, Stan lifted his hand and gave her fat behind a loud, hearty smack that echoed down the block. Surprised by the sudden motion, Ron let out a high-pitched yelp. Kim put a hand to her mouth and giggled like a schoolgirl. “Ohmigod, Stan, stahhhhhp,” she protested playfully. “You’re gonna scare my beta male boyfriend!” Kim stopped, and both her and Stan looked over at Ron as a loud psssssss filled the air. Kim burst out in laughter. “Oooops! Too late! Hahahaha!” Kim marched over to Ron as he rubbed his neck awkwardly. “Did you just piss yourself? Is that really your first reaction to a bigger man slapping your girl’s ass in front of you? You wet yourself?” She demanded. “N- n- no, I didn’t…” Ron knew it was useless to deny it, but couldn’t bring himself to admit it. Kim tugged his pants down then and there, exposing his diaper to people milling outside the club door. Loud laughs erupted from the crowds gathered there as Kim squeezed the crotch of Ron’s diaper in front of the whole world. “You did piss yourself!” she declared haughtily. “Pffft. Fucking pussy. Go on, get in the fucking car. Don’t even bother putting your pants back on, we’re just going to my place anyway. You can sit there in just your diaper the whole ride there.” Ron gulped and did as he was told, his eyes watering. Wordlessly, Stan got into the passenger seat next to Kim, and Kim – a devilish smile hiding behind her scolding expression – stuck a binky in Ron’s mouth and drove them to her place. Chapter 6 – Consummation of Emasculation Kim’s room was very neat and tidy, and splattered with soft whites and pastel pinks. The bed looked fluffy and soft as down. Ron imagined that resting on it would feel like lying on a cloud. Kim bit her lip and smiled as Stan firmly and confidently pulled her in behind him. Kim, in turn, was firmly pulling in Ron. With every step, Ron waddled a bit, the bulk of his damp and swollen diaper squelching and crinkling between his legs. It was a constant and insistent reminder of his status of revoked masculinity. He had not been allowed to put his pants back on to hide the shame of the diaper, and he was embarrassed to walk around with his wet Pampers visible to both Kim and Stan. As they neared the bed, Kim glanced back at Ron and winked. “We should decorate your dorm room with girly colors just like this, shouldn’t we, little sissy?” Ron winced through his pacifier and looked down to the ground, marveling at how massive his swollen diaper had become. “I bet Stan’s room isn’t like this though,” Kim taunted. “You know why? Because he’s a real man.” She let go of Ron, placed her hands on Stan, bit her lip, and softly implored, “Why don’t you show him, babe?” Stan smiled and smoothly removed his pants. Kim put her hand to her mouth and exclaimed “Ohhhh!” with an open-mouthed smile ten miles wide. Ron timidly glanced towards Stan’s crotch and whelped in surprise. It was even more massive than he had imagined. Stan’s veiny, thick, fully erect, throbbing nine inch cock stood inches from where Kim stood. Ron’s knees buckle, and with dismay he felt the floodgates give way again. Pssssssssssssssss Kim looked over at Ron and laughed. “Did you really just wet yourself as soon as you saw his cock?” She walked back over to him condescendingly and put a hand over the front of his diaper. “Awww, is the widdle boy intimidated by how much bigger the real man’s cock is?” Ron whimpered as he continued to wet himself. He felt tiny trickles of pee start to run down his legs and puddle at his feet as the soaking wet diaper began to leak. Ron glanced at Stan’s crotch, and saw his girthy, erect penis, ready to ravage Kim at a moment’s notice. He winced and looked down at his own crotch. But there was nothing there but the piteous, pink, sexless bulge of his wet girly princess Pampers. “That’s nature trying to tell you something, little beta boy,” Kim cooed. “Pantswetting is a sign of submission. Nature is trying to tell you that your place is on the bottom. You were meant to submit to being cucked by stronger, bigger men. Admit it. Tell me you’re a pantswetting beta cuck.” Ron sniffed. He hadn’t even realized he’d started crying. “I- I’m a pantswetting beta cuck.” “Tell me that you’re not man enough to fuck me.” “Kim, I’m not man enough to fuck you.” “Tell me I should let Stan fuck me, because he’s a real man and you’re not.” “Y- You should let Stan fuck you because he’s a real man and I’m not.” “Now ask him to fuck me for you.” Ron was mortified, but he did what he was told. He glanced sheepishly towards Stan and said, “Stan, please fuck my girlfriend for me. I’m not big enough to penetrate her, and I’m not man enough to fuck her the way she deserves to be fucked.” “Good boy!” Kim exclaimed. “And I’m really proud of you for being willing to elaborate for him and admit all of that to him without me having to tell you to.” She then man-handled Ron into a chair overlooking the bed, and pushed him and his soaking wet diaper down into it with an emasculating and infantilizing squeeeelch. Then she walked back over to Stan, stood in front of him, and bit her lip. Stan did not hesitate for long. He grabbed the bottom of her dress and deftly pulled it up over her head, then unclipped her bra and thrust it aside. Ron sat with his mouth gaping in awe at the beauty of her bare womanly form. Kim’s chest was flushed with anticipation and her smile was widening. Her ample breasts jiggled tantalizingly in the air. Her thick, round, massive ass jut out from the rest of her body, extremely attractive but also a painful reminder to Ron of how his small penis was not big enough to make is past. Kim swiveled her hips seductively, begging for Stan to take control of her, overcome her, and violate her. Stan grabbed her around the waist and practically threw her onto the bed. She squealed in excitement as she hit the soft bed back-first, her legs flying into the air and her smiling face red as a beat. For his own part, Ron was hard as a rock watching his crush turned cuckoldress girlfriend get thrown around like it was nothing, but his hard-on was so miniscule it didn’t even make an impression in his pink, bulky diaper. Despite how dismayed he was that he wasn’t man enough to perform the act himself, watching everything play out was so arousing and humiliating at the same time. Ron had no doubt that his face was as red as Kim’s was. With a sly smile, Stan leveled his manly weapon, pointed it towards Kim’s womanly aperture, and lunged forward. As Stan’s massive cock penetrated her and slid deeper and deeper inside her, Kim’s eyes widen and a long, drawn-out, animalistic moan shuddered out of her lips. A moan of carnal and divine pleasure. The union of the two bodies was so beautiful, it was almost like Kim’s womanly parts were designed to take this massive cock. With a series of satisfied grunts, Stan began pumping his manhood in and out, which itself produced a loud squelching noise. Ron looked over and saw that Kim was soaking wet, practically dripping onto the bed as Stan had his was with her. As Stan rearranged her insides, Kim closed her eyes and bit her lip, moaning in ecstasy. Then she looked right into Stan’s eyes. “Breed me!” she practically shouted the words in between moans. Ron put a hand to his mouth, surprised at how extreme her dirty talk was getting. “Fucking cum inside me. Fill my fertile pussy with your fucking seed!” Kim leaned back and closed her eyes again. Then Stan started picking up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, and Kim’s mouth gaped open in an involuntary scream of pleasure. Her eyes opened, and they were bright as stars. Ron had never seen Kim this happy before. As Ron watched Stan’s massive cock mix up Kim’s insides, he became more and more intimately aware of his own puny cock’s inadequacy. Yearningly it pressed against the soft, damp cotton of his girly diaper, reminding him further of his revoked manhood. Feelings of emasculation and infantilization swept over him. He had forgotten what it was like to even pretend to be a man. He felt weak and helpless, and he lost what little control he had of his own body. He became mesmerized by the beautiful and erotic oscillation of the two bodies fucking in front of him, and all he could feel was his own petite, throbbing sissy cock. Suddenly, with no warning and a small yelp of surprise, Ron felt the seat of his massive diaper inexplicably fill with mess. He hadn’t even realized he was about to have an accident. He’d just cluelessly pooped his Pampers like a giant fucking baby, while watching another man fuck his girlfriend to bliss in front of him. Kim, despite her preoccupation with the agonizingly pleasurable fucking she was receiving, noticed. She looked up seductively, cocked her eyebrow, and moaned through gritted teeth, “That’s right, little tiny-cocked sissy bitch. Prove what a fucking beta male pussy you are. Fucking soil yourself like a pathetic fucking baby while a real man does what you were too much of a beta pussy to do!” Ron lifted himself slightly off the chair and cried out while pushing the rest of his mess into his diaper. He then let himself back down with a shuddering “Ohhhhh.” The mess squished underneath his weight, and he once again felt more like a giant fucking baby than he ever had. Ron looked back towards the carnal scene playing out in front of him, bit his lip, and clasped both of his hands over the front of his diaper. Ron then began to rub and hump faster and more furiously than he ever had in his life. The warm, wet, and squishy sensation that rubbed against his penis was heavenly. Ron gasped and continued humping, his eyes fixated on the two figures engaged in actual sex while he pitifully and furiously humped his full princess Pampers. The squelching and crinkling sound this made added to Ron’s humiliation, as he degraded himself while watching his crush get railed in glorious fornication. In between screams and moans, Kim glanced at Ron’s pathetic form of masturbation and gave a pitying chuckle, then turned her wide eyes back to the muscly man in front of her churned her insides like he was making butter. “A tiny, impotent beta male like you could never breed me like a real man could,” she gasped in Ron’s general direction, as Stan continued to pound her. “Your puny little baby-dick could never measure up to a real man’s lumber. Your pitiful, watery, piddling beta dribbles could never be a match for a real man’s potent seed. Ohhhhhh yes, Stan, breed me!” All too soon, Ron squealed and writhed as he sissygasmed in his Pampers once again, spurting his beta cummies right into his diaper – where they belonged. Kim laughed and spat “Fucking prejac” in contempt of Ron’s lack of stamina. Ron watched dejectedly as Kim continued to writhe and moan under Stan’s unfaltering assault for eternities on end. Suddenly, Kim opened her eyes wide, arched her back, and opened her mouth wide in a deep moan of ecstasy, her nether regions squirting voluminously on Stan’s cock and soaking the bed. But while he slowed down slightly to allow Kim a chance to recover, Stan never actually stopped. He kept going, and picked up the pace again while Kim rolled her head around, her eyes glazed over with sacred satisfaction. Seeing the depths of the pleasure in Kim’s climactic orgasm brought new life to Ron’s feeble member. As Stan’s unceasing rhythm continued to elicit moans out of Kim, Ron once again clutched his hands over the front of his soft, moist, messy diaper and began pleasuring himself to his own degradation again. He rubbed and moaned as he watched Kim writhe with orgasm after orgasm, while Stan was barely breaking a sweat. Ron looked down at his diaper as he rubbed it frantically, and whimpered in emasculated woe at the princesses on his girly diaper look back up at him, mocking him and his lost dignity. Once again, all too soon, Ron cried out in a shameful spasm of euphoria as he sissygasmed in his Pampers again, then sank back and watched his girlfriend getting dicked down on the bed. At long last, with a shuddering shout of pride, Stan seized up and thrust himself deep into Kim. Her eyes widened in rapture and her mouth lay half-open in loving felicity as Stan came deep inside her. Stan withdrew his cock with a squelch from Kim’s nether regions with a satisfied grunt. Kim lay there for a second, savoring the endorphins flooding her brain for a moment. Ron watched as some of Stan’s seed oozed out from inside her and trickled down her body. Kim looked over to Ron with a condescending smirk. She then sat up and leaned over to where Stan was standing by the bed. She licked the tip of his cock clean, then kissed it gently. The two then made out passionately, with Ron whimpering in the cuck corner. Chapter 7 – Pity Play After exchanging numbers and cheery goodbyes, Stan left to catch an Uber home, leaving just Ron and Kim alone in her room. She looked up at him with raised eyebrows, plucked the pacifier out of his mouth, and asked teasingly, “Was that everything you could have ever imagined or hoped for, my widdle cucky boyfriend?” Ron blushed, bit his lip, and nodded furiously. Kim smirked knowingly. “I noticed you were…having an absolute blast in your messy diapers while the real man got to work on me, lil bitchboy. It’s hilarious that you’re so used to wetting and messing yourself like a fucking baby at this point that you weren’t even bothered by the fact that you had a complete blowout in your widdle diapee. You started messing yourself like a toddler, but didn’t even hesitate for a moment. It didn’t stop you for even a second from continuing to rub your pathetic little beta clitty to the sight of a real man fucking your girlfriend the way you never could. I take it you’re very used to sitting in your wet and messy diapers now, aren’t you, widdle diaper baby?” Ron choked back a sob and nodded. “Of course you are. It’s only natural that a weak little beta male like yourself would regress and lose control in the presence of a superior alpha bull. In the wake of getting cucked. Of being absolutely emasculated and humiliated. Just as you have so thoroughly relinquished your feeble grasp of manhood, so too have you relinquished your claim to adulthood. You’re nothing but a helpless little bitch-baby who still needs his mommy to change his Pampies, aren’t you?” Ron gulped. “Yes Kim. I’m a helpless little bitch-baby who still needs my mommy to change my Pampies. I’ll always be in Pampies and I’ll never be a real man.” Kim’s eyes widened. “Is that so? Good boy.” She leaned in. “You learn so quickly. I’m so happy to see you so willing to accept your place, to be honest about where you belong and who you are. I’m happy to see that you have been taking in and understanding the things that I’ve been teaching you. I no longer even have to dictate to you the kinds of things you should be saying – you know in your heart what you should say. Because you know it’s true. You’ve been trying to overcome your wimpy widdle bladder problem and your widdle potty training issue forever, and deep down you know if that you’re such a weak, inferior excuse for a man that you haven’t figured it out by now, then you probably shouldn’t even bother anymore. The smart thing for you to do is to accept your life in diapers, and consequently your life as the little pussy-free beta cuck you were always meant to be.” Kim kissed Ron on the forehead, then on the cheek. Ron shuddered with longing and arousal. Kim smiled and said, “Do you want a taste, widdle boy? I’m so proud of you, I think you’ve earned it.” Then, to Ron’s immense surprise, she leaned in and put her mouth on his, and their tongues met. The kiss was so beautiful Ron nearly wept. He had thought kisses like these from Kim had forever fallen out of his reach. Ron put his hands around Kim and rested them on her perfect ass. Kim, for her part, reached around and gave Ron’s full diaper a couple hearty pats, smooshing the mush in and resulting in a high-pitched whelp from Ron. Kim snickered, and continued wrapping her arms around Ron in a tight hug with her hands on the seat of his diaper, pressing it in. “That’s right, little baby bitch boy,” she murmured. “Feel that messy diaper. Feel what a weak, helpless little man-baby you are. Never forget you’re my little diaper-messing beta cuck who still needs Pampers.” After a few moments of passionate kissing, Kim drew back and smiled seductively at Ron. “We both know that your puny little dick isn’t capable of real sex with a woman, even if you hadn’t completely fucking soiled yourself like the pathetic man-baby you are. But because you were SUCH a good little cuck today, I want to reward you for so gracefully submitting to the superior bull and requesting him to give me the fucking I deserve. Consider this a little positive reinforcement to encourage you to continue submitting to any bulls I may recruit and to remember your place.” Kim laid down on her stomach on the bed. Her ass jiggled invitingly. Ron’s mouth watered. Kim smirked. “You’re not man enough to fuck me. But does the widdle baby wanna make his widdle beta humpies on mommy’s ass through his wet and messy diaper?” Ron couldn’t believe his luck. Although, in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder about how not too long ago, he had actually believed he’d had a chance of fucking Kim like a real man. It was amazing how far he’d fallen, and amazing that such a humiliating and belittling offer now seemed like an unexpected blessing. He nodded furiously and stammered, “Y- Yes, mommy, please let me hump your beautiful ass through my wet and messy diaper. I’m not man enough to fuck you like a real man, so beta humpies are all I’m capable of.” Kim smiled, almost affectionately. “Good boy! Then come over here, little boy. Show me how desperate and pathetic a pussy-free beta cuckold you are.” Ron climbed atop Kim’s body like a man dying of thirst, crawling his way to a sparkling oasis. He mounted Kim with a quivering lip and a squelching, bulging diaper. His arms shaking ever so slightly, he lowered his pathetically padded crotch onto the ample pillow of Kim’s ass. He shuddered in anticipation and – with a patronizing giggle from Kim – he started furiously humping her. As Ron began panting, desperate to gulp down air so that his body could continue his frenzied humping, Kim chuckled and said “I bet this is basically what it would feel like if you tried to fuck me without the diaper. See? Baby-dicked beta wimps like you should all stay diapered for ‘sex,’ because the girl can never feel you anyway.” Ron let out a long, drawn out moan as he continued. Kim smiled evilly. “Awww, lookit you, pretending to be a real man. I know, I’ll help you fantasize by saying the kinds of things girls probably said to you when you tried to fuck them before I put you back in diapers.” Her voice got lower in volume and rose in pitch as she asked in an affected voice, “Is it in yet?” Ron moaned out between his whimpers and grunts, “No, mommy, my tiny dick’s too small to get it in.” Kim giggled. “There’s my good, honest little boy. So submissive, so weak-willed, and so malleable. Without even realizing it, you’ve begun sexualizing your own failures, short-comings, and lack of masculinity. You used to get aroused by the thought of sexual conquest, by the thought of taking charge and having your way with me. Now your only source of arousal is your own humiliation, emasculation, and infantilization. There’s no going back. You will never be manly again. So go ahead. Cum your diapers for mommy.” Ron started humping faster and faster as he got closer and closer. Kim just lay there, grinning mischievously. “Diapers will be all you ever know. You will forever be a beta cuck, back in Pampers where you belong. You will never cum inside of a woman. Your beta cummies don’t belong in my pussy. You should only ever spurt your pathetic beta cummies in your pink princess Pampers.” After less than a minute of pathetic humping, Ron screamed out in bliss and came in his diapers yet again. His body went limp on top of Kim’s as he gasped doggedly for breath. Kim murmured in amusement, “Hm, that’s the closest thing to sex you’ll ever be capable of, little boy.” Chapter 8 – Regression and Reinforcement Soon after Ron’s first – but most definitely not his last – night being cucked by Kim, he abandoned his dorm and moved his things into a spare room Kim had for him. Kim made sure to adorn it with many babyish decorations and lots of pastel pink things, to cement in Ron’s mind his new place in life. From his new room, Ron could also hear any … activities that were going on between Kim and other men in her room, in the event that Ron was not actively watching the deed being done. However, he usually was watching. Kim made sure of it. Several months came and went, and they brought amazing changes to Ron’s body and mind. Ron was never out of diapers anymore. It was quite an adjustment – he had never considered how much time constantly changing his diaper (or having Kim change his diaper) would consume. Keeping his supplies on hand and finding private bathrooms wherever he went was an interesting new challenge. But, as Kim said, “When you potty your pants like a baby, you wear diapers like a baby.” Ron continued to have accidents in his Pampers with increasing frequency, which demoralized him and caused him to attempt to make it to the bathroom less frequently. As a result, Ron’s bladder had grown even smaller, His urethral sphincters atrophied from being relaxed and unused indefinitely. In Ron’s mind, awareness of how full his bladder is or whether he needed to go had faded gradually from his mind, as relieving himself became less and less of an issue he had control over. He felt more helpless and juvenile than he ever had before and had almost forgotten that life used to be any different over time. And after months of Kim wrapping him in pink diapers and making him wear frilly dresses at the house, his sense of masculinity had been replaced with one of femininity, of gentleness and sensuality. He was still loath to admit it, but there was something … alluring about it all. Nowadays, Ron constantly trickled pee into his thick, thirsty Pampers constantly, often without even realizing he was doing it. Sometimes, Kim would reach down to feel the front of his diaper, and tease him about how wet he was, and Ron would look up in shock, never having noticed his own humiliating accidents. His bladder control, of course, was not the only thing that had regressed. Once or twice a day, Ron would be startled by the humbling realization that he had begun emptying the contents of his bowels into the seat of his diapers, without even realizing he had begun doing so. He would only notice as he felt his pampers grow heavy and the mush building up against his rear. If he was not at home, this would mean immediately fleeing to a nearby restroom. At home, however, Kim would often go to great lengths to prolong his disgrace, including making him sit in the mess he’d made. “You pooped your pants, so now you can sit in it!” she would say tauntingly. Ron was ashamed to admit to himself that these moments were arousing for him. Kim had been right. She had completely required his brain to sexualize his failures. His inadequate manhood, his mortifying incontinence, his new status as a cuckold – all these things were arousing to him, and they were constantly on his mind. He only ever came in his diapers now – partially because he was always in them, and partially because he was a cuck and Kim only ever let him cum in them. But he thought about his diapers as often now as he used to think about seducing Kim and having his way with her. He was now completely and irreversibly diaper-brained. Kim had a pink, glittery vibrator wand at home that she often used to force Ron to have an orgasm in his diaper after he had filled it, no matter what he had been doing. As a result, Ron was cumming his damp and messy diapers on a constant basis. The time it took Kim to bring Ron to climax was becoming shorter and shorter. His puny discharges became smaller and weaker as his balls were continuously emptied into his Pampers. Ron was being forced to sissygasm in his diapers so frequently throughout the day, that his erections had become softer and weaker over time, and getting it up had became more and more difficult. At this point, he was essentially cumming his Pampers limp all the time, because he just didn’t have it in him to het it up, no matter how aroused he was. It was just one more shadow of his former masculinity that was fading away. Kim had taken notice of the fact that he was permanently soft now, and began calling him her “sweet little limp-dicked loser.” His manhood was gone. Just like his bowel control. While these days he usually couldn’t tell before he was about to have an accident, there were sometimes exceptions. Kim was driving them both back home from the university after their long day of classes. Kim was humming to something on the stereo that Ron didn’t recognize and didn’t care for, and Ron was lazily looking out the window. He had miraculously kept his diaper dry since Kim had changed him after lunch. Had kept himself dry. As the stereo switched songs and a speed bump jolted Ron out of his reverie, a quiet psssssss broke the silence between tunes. Kim snorted with amusement and gave the front of Ron’s diaper a patronizing pat with one hand. Ron pouted in the passenger seat, his lower lip quivering slightly. Then his eyes widened as he noticed a tell-tale pang from deep within his stomach. He summoned the courage to speak up. “U- uuum, Kim? I’m about to have an accident. Could you please pull over so I can go to the bathroom?” She smirked. “Don’t you mean ‘so I can go potty?’” She asked in a mocking tone. “Y- yes, mommy. Please pull over, ‘cause I have to go potty.” “Silly little beta boy, you already went potty in your widdle Pampers. Awww, did you not notice again?” “No!” Ron blurted, turning beet red. “I know I wet myself just now, but that’s not what I mean. I have to poop, and if you don’t pull over I’m gonna have another accident.” “Ohhhhhhh, is that it?” Kim said knowingly. She casually glanced sideways at Ron and bluntly ordered, “Go in your pants, bitch.” “W- what?” Ron said. He couldn’t blush any more than he already was. “B- but I know I have to go. There’s a bathroom right there, if you just-“ “Did I stutter, little bitchboy?” Kim cut in decisively. “You wear diapers for a reason. If you’re such a toddler that you can’t hold your bowels for the 10 minutes it takes to get home, then you don’t deserve to use the potty like a big boy. You’re not a big boy.” She affected her mocking tone again. “You’re a widdle poopy-pants diaper baby.” Ron quivered and writhed in his seat, desperately trying to hold on to his last ounce of dignity against all odds. Kim’s even gaze never left the road. “You’ve already pissed your widdle Pampers like the big baby you are. So what’s the difference? You mind as well poop your Pamps too. You’re gonna need your mommy to change your diapee when you get home either way. Stop pretending to be a big boy, because you’re clearly not. If you like going potty in your diapers so much, you mind as well keep doing it.” She glanced at him again and curtly repeated, “Go in your pants, bitch.” Ron looked away and tried to suffer through the building urges for a brief moment more. But his will to fight the urges had been broken by the dressing-down Kim had given him, and he decided to stop fighting and do as he was told. With tears in his eyes and a howl of anguish and dismay, he lifted himself slightly off the seat and started to push. With a loud bluuuuuurt of flatulence Ron pushed a massive, steaming mess into the seat of his Pampers. The warm mess spread underneath him as his diaper expanded significantly. He kept filling his diaper as much as he could until he couldn’t anymore. His diaper was completely packed. With a sobbing gasp of relief, Ron shuddered and sat himself back into his seat. He couldn’t help but let out a quiet trill of satisfaction as he sank his butt into his own mess, even as tears continued streaming from his eyes. “There,” Kim said. “See? You try to pretend, but I know full well that you like it.” After they had entered the apartment, Ron’s tears stopped but his face remained flush. He knew the drill, and despite his dismay he was teeming with anticipation. Whenever Ron debased himself like this by soiling himself, Kim would make sure to … stimulate him afterwards. She called it “positive reinforcement.” Whatever it was, Ron’s brain had been rewired to experience arousal and horniness after he had messed his pants. But while Kim did immediately tow him into her room, she sat him on the bed more gently than usual. She did not immediately walk over to the drawer and pull out the pink, glittery vibrator wand she typically used to reward him for soiling himself or for being a good cuckold. Instead she looked down at him steadily, until at last she began to speak. “I have news for you, Ron. I took a test the other day. It was positive. I’m pregnant. My bull impregnated me.”
  5. Sooo it's been a while since I've posted something on here. 😅 But I've been working on this for a while and it's to a point where I can slowly post. Well, the beginning at least hehe. In the meantime, for those who might know the story, Jillyverse hasn't been abandoned! New chapters will be posted to that soon. :3 While you're here, please enjoy Zoe's adventures~ I've certainly enjoyed writing them. xoxo, Avery *** Chapter One: The Letter Zoe couldn’t pay attention to what was happening in her no matter how hard she tried. The week had gone well enough, she managed to get through her classes, was sure that she had aced her exam in her Reference and Information Services class, had gone out with her friends the night before, but with the weekend rapidly approaching, Zoe was a bundle of nerves. She had no idea what possessed her to leave her parents a letter before she returned to school. Perhaps it was the thought of the upcoming holidays or the fact she just really needed to write things down, but confessing to her parents that she liked wearing adult diapers as a coping mechanism for anxiety in a letter suddenly felt like a horrible idea. Maybe they had never even found the letter. Nothing was said, after all, so maybe everything was okay. The first person to notice that something was bothering her was her roommate Angelina, who had been staring hard at her a few days prior. It was like Zoe thought about the letter all the time, but when she wasn’t distracted well enough, it was all she could think of. “What’s wrong with you?” Angelina asked, jumping onto Zoe’s bed and cringing at the dull creak of protest it made at her sudden weight. “Nothing,” Zoe answered with a huff. “Oh, please,” Angelina said. “You’ve been staring at your computer screen for ages and haven’t scrolled even once.” She leaned over the top of Zoe’s laptop. “And you’re not even watching a movie, so…what gives?” Zoe could only shake her head in response, prompting a heavy, slightly frustrated sigh from Angelina. “Fine,” Angelina said, closing Zoe’s laptop with a sharp noise. “Then we’re going out. I’ll text the others.” Even though the last thing Zoe wanted to do was go out, she begrudgingly went. She was relieved that none of them questioned the slight waddle she had from the diaper she insisted on wearing out. Who knew that a simple dare during a game of Truth or Dare at a party would have led to this? At the end of class, Zoe checked her phone with a slight frown. After not hearing much from her parents all week, the only notification from her dad saying to be safe on her way home left her on edge. What were her parents thinking? The return home felt longer than usual. The clatter of the train’s wheels against the track seemed to be just as discordant as all of Zoe’s thoughts. The landscape blurred much like her racing thoughts. The closer she was to home, the more anxiety settled into Zoe’s entire being and she felt herself practically bristling with the anticipation of what could possibly be coming next. As the familiar landscape of her hometown came into view, Zoe felt herself dreading the thought of even entering her home. Slowly the trees and the rolling fields of rural America started to make way for the houses Zoe grew up with. As the train barreled into the suburbs of Zoe’s hometown, the long journey home nearly came to a close, and Zoe couldn’t help but heave a deep sigh. It meant that she only had around 10 minutes before her train would enter the station and she could feel herself at the edge of panic, a place she couldn’t say she was unfamiliar with. Zoe could feel the familiar waves of anxiety coursing through her body. As much as she didn’t want to be, she couldn’t help but become a little frustrated by herself. It felt as though her brain had decided to completely forget the years of therapy she had along with the grounding techniques she had learned. She had been diagnosed with anxiety for a long while, basically for as long as she could remember. Between her therapy and the techniques she learned, she had mostly found a rhythm that worked for her. She felt as though she had been doing a great job at keeping her anxiety at bay and keeping it mostly under control. In her humble opinion, even with all of the changes of university life, she had been keeping an excellent grasp on it. The things she learned helped keep most of her anxiety at bay most of the time, but unfortunately, today wasn’t one of those days. Today was different. As the train slowed down into the station, Zoe felt the burger she ate earlier weigh heavily in her stomach. She could feel her stomach twisting into even more painful knots, swirling its contents as if she was a cauldron and a witch was working on a bubbling brew. Zoe could feel the start of the coughs she tended to get when anxious and tried to push them back. She knew that if she started, it wouldn’t end well for her. It wouldn’t be the first time everything in her stomach decided to come back up from being too anxious, but the nausea was perpetual and wasn’t helping in the least. With a screech, the train came to a rolling stop and Zoe got up from her seat to disembark with the large crowd that was gathering at the doors. It wouldn’t be too long before she would arrive home. Zoe tried very hard to stop her little coughs that seemed nearly impossible to go away once they started as she disembarked. It was busy at the platform and in a daze, Zoe made her way through the massive throngs of people with her weekend bag in tow. No matter how much Zoe tried to be rational and think about what lay ahead, nothing seemed to make her feel better. Surely her parents had to have read her letter. After all, she had put it in a place that she knew they would find it. But what if they hated it? What if they hated her? As the tell-tale little coughs grew in their intensity and started to wrack her body, Zoe rushed out of the trainstation as quickly as she could. She made a beeline for the nearest bushes, deeply regretting her choice of greasy comfort food. Taking a sip from her water bottle to clear the taste from her mouth, Zoe made her way to the bus station in a far bigger daze. It was almost like she was looking at herself from above she thought as her mind began to wander as the worry of the fact she would be home soon took over. In fact, it felt like no time had passed at all before Zoe found herself back home. She was so caught up and lost in her thoughts that her body seemed to have malfunctioned and gone on auto-pilot. The next thing she knew she was standing at her parent’s doorstep in the outer neighborhoods of Topeka, Kansas. Zoe blinked a couple times as she wasn’t entirely sure how she ended up where she was. She vaguely remembered getting on her bus, but everything was a haze. Before Zoe could reach into her bag to fumble for her keys, the door opened and Zoe’s eyes shot up to meet the gaze of whoever dared to disturb her final moments of peace. “Hey, Zoe! You’re here,” Zoe’s mom said with a warm smile. She opened the door wide, beckoning for Zoe to enter and closing the door behind her. “You got back home just in time for dinner. Go drop your things off and wash your hands and join us in the dining room.” Zoe stared owlishly at her mother’s back as she disappeared into the dining room where the strong scents of dinner were wafting her way. It was all very strange, Zoe thought. She expected a completely different reaction from her mother – a tension that could be palpable and obvious. But instead, her mother was acting as if nothing was different and that she hadn’t laid out the most difficult letter of her life. Zoe didn’t understand. Dinner was mostly the same as usual, the air still very much the same as it usually was. Zoe could barely eat from her stress while conversations flowed around her like usual. She managed to give a quick rundown of how her week had been, but a lot of it came out in awkward stutters and jumbled thoughts. It was a sure sign that her anxiety was at an all time high, and her parents shared a knowing look but didn’t say a word. Everyone at home knew the moment her thoughts and words weren’t coming clearly meant that she was at the height of her anxiety. Zoe could feel Zara, her younger sister, staring at her questioningly, but didn’t ask what was wrong. Zoe had a love-hate relationship with her younger sister. It wasn’t always easy to deal with her, the age differences between the two of them somehow like a massive mountain at the ages of 19 and 14 respectively, but it was enough to drive a small wedge between them every so often. It wasn’t like things were anything like they were when they were both under 12. Becoming teenagers had changed everything. But the rule at home was that Zoe’s anxieties were not discussed during dinner, so Zara didn’t dare to ask what was going on. Zoe couldn’t say that she hated the rule and was especially grateful for it that night. At least it meant that she didn’t have to make up an excuse for why she was struggling so much. After dinner, Zoe’s mom cleared her throat, giving Zara a tight smile. “Zara, if you don’t mind, me and your father need to speak to Zoe. We would appreciate it if you went to your room,” she said sweetly, but with a tone that implied there would be no further questions. “And please don’t come back down until we say so, okay?” “Okay,” Zara said, slowly standing up from the table. When she was past her parents, she looked back at Zoe with another look and mouthed, “What did you do?” Zoe only shook her head in response, keeping her head low as her parents stood up and started to make their way to the living room. “Zoe? Come join us out here,” their mother said. “There’s something that we need to talk about.” Zara remained rooted to where she stood for just a moment, a look of silent glee crossing her face as the color drained from Zoe’s face. She didn’t care about the fact that Zoe felt like her lungs had an iron vice crushing them in and that someone was sitting on her chest making it difficult to breathe. All Zoe knew was the time she had been dreading had arrived and hot tears burned at the corners of her eyes. She was not ready. “Zara, go upstairs!” Zoe’s mom shouted, her tone a little sharper. “And Zoe, get over here.” But Zoe couldn’t move. It was as if she had forgotten how to control her brain which was malfunctioning to the point where she couldn’t move any of her limbs. All Zoe could do was focus on the soft hiccups that escaped her lips followed by her coughs as she slowly started to hyperventilate. She was distinctly aware of how she felt her dad’s strong arms wrapping around her, basically carrying her to the couch. As hot tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, Zoe found herself meeting the concerned and comforting gaze of her mother who pulled her in close, rubbing soft circles of her back. It was something that worked well when Zoe was a small child, and it still worked. The combined comfort of her dad’s soft spoken words mixed with the calm, steady heartbeat of her mother and her gentle back rubs slowly calmed her down. First Zoe’s breathing calmed and then, finally, the tears that flooded her eyes eventually stopped. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Zoe’s dad asked, meeting her somewhat more focused gaze over her mother’s shoulder. He studied her face closely, relieved to see that the wild-eyed panic had seemed to have subsided just a bit. “We’re so sorry, Zoe,” her mom continued gently. “If we had known you were this stressed out, we would have called or texted or something. We really appreciate the fact that you reached out to us.” Zoe’s mom gently pulled away, keeping her hands on Zoe’s shoulders to look at her at arm’s length. “But I also have to admit that we were both confused. And we were equally confused by your confusion. This just doesn’t come out of nowhere.” “Yeah, it wasn’t exactly something we expected,” Zoe’s dad added with a slight chuckle in his rich baritone. Suddenly Zoe’s mom shot up, glaring at something at the living room doorway. “Zara, for the love of God, if you’re not back upstairs in five seconds and stay there for the rest of the evening until I say so, so help me, your birthday won’t be for a very long time coming.” Zoe looked up at her mom with wide-eyes, but she shook her head in response. She sighed after a few moments before sitting back down. “Sorry about that, Zoe,” her mom said with a grimace. “I-I don’t want her to know,” Zoe stuttered out, a clear sign that her anxiety was still present and hadn’t gone away. “I understand that,” her dad answered. “And we won’t tell. We promise. But where does this come from, zoe?” “It…it calms me down,” Zoe admitted. “Clear sentences, love,” Zoe’s mom gently reminded her. “What does that mean?” Taking a deep breath, Zoe continued without her persistent stutter. “It all started with a stupid game of Truth or Dare. My dorm had a party just before mid-terms because we were all stressed. We just wanted to do something fun because studying sucked. I didn’t realize how hard classes were going to be, so when I found out there was going to be a party, I took it. There was no drinking, I promise,” Zoe added quickly. “Anyway, everything was fine. We were just playing music but then someone suggested we play Truth or Dare. “I wasn’t even the first person to get the dare, but someone on the floor thought it would be funny to send some of the others samples of diapers since all they asked for was an address and and e-mail, so it was like a prank. We all thought it was funny, and I think just about everyone on the floor received them at some point, some more than others with just a letter in their name changed or something. So, when it came to be Jeremy’s turn to make a dare, he told Adriana to wear one of the diapers. I believe around half of us were wearing them at one point, but then when it came back around to me, Laura told me to use it.” “Did you?” Zoe’s mom interrupted with alarm, eyes growing wide as saucers as Zoe’s face turned bright red. “No!” Zoe said quickly. “Not in front of the others.” “So you did later?” “Not right away,” Zoe admitted, her face growing impossibly more red. “I kept the one from the party and just started putting it on to wear it while in my room. It, uhm…it just made me feel safe because of how snug it felt. It felt like it was holding me together like a hug almost.” Zoe took a deep, shuddering breath. She was still overly anxious by the entire situation even though her parents weren’t reacting nearly as negatively as she feared. “I don’t know why, but they give me a sense of safety and comfort,” Zoe said, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, almost as if she was trying to emphasize the point. “It helps with my anxiety, but it was also stressing me out a lot because it was a secret. I felt like I needed to tell someone, and I didn’t know who to tell.” Zoe’s mom studied her for a brief moment before pulling her into a hug, rocking her gently as she did so. “We appreciate you telling us so much. Can we ask some question, though, love?” she asked, leaning back so that she could look at Zoe. “Uhm, I think so,” Zoe said quietly. “We’re just trying to understand you,” Zoe’s dad said, his tone reassuring. “It’s all a bit new to us and we thought a lot about your letter over the past week. We weren’t sure how we wanted to approach it, but we just didn’t – or don’t, rather – understand what all of this means for you. So, this is us trying to do that now.” “So, let’s start with the simple questions first,” Zoe’s mom interrupted. “How long have you been wearing them?” Zoe had to think a little before answering. “A while,” she admitted. “Almost two months now, I guess.” She grimaced at her parents eyes went wide. “So then you really started wearing them after your mid-terms?” “Yeah.” “Did you ever, uhm…wear them while you were here at home?” “No!” Zoe said quickly, shaking her head vigorously and feeling her face flush. “No, never. I was too scared that you’d find out,” she admitted in a voice barely higher than a whisper. “It’s been eating at me, just always worrying. Especially at school when I didn’t want people to find out there either.” “Oh, honey,” Zoe’s dad said gently. “We were wondering what it was that had you so pent up for weeks now. We were worried, but you’re so far away during the week that we couldn’t really find the time to ask. We thought that maybe it was just stress from your classes, but you never seemed to mention having any issues there.” There were a few more questions that were asked – did anyone else know, did anyone suspect, did she want to tell other people - but Zoe was growing more and more exhausted by the minute. It was normal that her anxiety would make her incredibly tired and the addition of the panic attack tended to wipe her out completely. Tonight was not any different in that respect. Zoe was halfway through explaining that she really felt that her wearing diapers was just something that made her feel comfortable while being not completely in control, but also being able to maintain it when she drifted off with her head resting against her mom’s chest. Between her parents, they managed to lay Zoe down so that she was laying on the couch with her head resting in her mother’s lap and legs and feet across her father’s, just as they had done when she was a lot smaller. They just looked at each other for a moment, still extremely lost by the entire situation, but also starting to understand a little more. “So, Zack, what are we going to do with this?” Amelia, Zoe’s mother, asked. “We’ll support her, of course,” Zack replied with a slight shrug as he gently rubbed Zoe’s legs. “If she is happy wearing diapers then we just let her wear them. It’s not hurting anyone and it’s not like she came home saying that she’s doing cocaine. I just don’t understand what Zoe means about the control thing?” “I think that’s something that we’ll need to figure out,” Amelia sighed as she brushed Zoe’s hair back away from her face. “That and we need to figure out what exactly we tell Zara. But I think I have an idea. The holidays are in a few weeks, so we could put Zo back in diapers and we’ll control it for her, and see how it goes. We keep at it for the holiday, and after that we’ll talk to her about it and see how she feels. Things can change and maybe she’ll feel like she doesn’t like it as much, but we’re starting at square one.” Zack thought about it for a moment before nodding. “I think that’s a good idea,” he answered. “But we’ll talk it through with Zo tomorrow before we decide anything.” He sighed, looking down at Zoe. “For now I think we should at least get her upstairs and in her bed. I don’t think she’ll be too comfortable down here.” With some very careful maneuvering, Zack was able to pull Zoe into his arms and made his way upstairs to put her in her room. Amelia remained where she was on the couch, thinking hard. She hadn’t expected things to change so drastically and so suddenly, but she thought she knew what to do.
  6. Well this last week has been a fun one! Holiday plans changed leaving me home for a week with no plans. That's when the rule was made for me. No toilet. If I have to pee I have 3 options, pee myself outside, pee myself on a pee pad, or wear a diaper. Majority of time at home, I wore diapers. 2 of the nights, my diaper leaked in bed 😅 I peed under my skirt outside at the family holiday gathering. I peed myself on the way home from the grocery store. One of the days, I wanted to pee in a pair of jeans I would never wet in public, so I peed on a pee pad in my room. Wound up peeing those jeans twice 😂 This week has been interesting. I've never had to go that long without a toilet, it was a challenge, but so much fun!
  7. 4,531 downloads

    Mandy agrees to wear diapers for a week, wearing one each day and using it to its fullest! Note: I have no idea if she ever completed the week. There have only ever been the three days to purchase, but this was obviously a commission from someone, so maybe that someone got to keep days 4-7 just for them. No idea! But she sure is cute. And it's always nice to see a gal who knows how to use diapers to their leaking point!
    Free
  8. I think I found what the limits to my goodnites are. I peed twice in one today and just leaked for the first time after the second peeing. Don't have video of it happening, but I do have this video of me squishing around my flooded diapy♡ (excuse the bg noise, that's just my heater) 20240709_114703.mp4
  9. hi! this is my first post here :D. so i was holding for some time, and before this came a LOT of squirming while playing stardew valley and a few leaks here and there. I couldn't hold it any longer, and i think if i hadn't let go then, it would have happened ~5 minutes after the fact. the jeans i'm wearing here are generally a little loose around the waist, but you can see how much I had in <33! let me know what y'all think!! IMG_3432.mov
  10. Writer's Note: Hey guys! I'm Bongo, long-time lurker, first-time writer. A few months ago I saw LazyBlazy's art of Marceline & Princess Bubblegum from Adventure Time diapered up and got inspired to write a story based on that premise. I think Marcy and PB make a really cute couple and they're some of my favourite Adventure Time characters, if not one of my favourite cartoon couples of all time, so I hope you enjoy, and I apologise in advance if this story isn't to your liking. Depending on the reception, I might add more. Chapter 1: At Home Princess Bubblegum walks through the front door of her house. She looks exhausted, rubbing her eyes and straightening out her back. PB: "Man... what a day.." "HEY PEEBS!" Marceline exclaims happily, jumping out in front of PB and absolutely terrifying her. PB: "WAH!! Marcy! What the heck?" PB shouts, now completely wide awake from the shock of Marceline jumpscaring her. Marceline: "Ha Ha! Gotcha!" PB stares at Marceline for a moment, completely dumbfounded. Marceline briefly stares back, wondering if she went too far. "Heh, sorry about that though. I gave you quite a fright, huh Bonnie?" Marceline jokes, winking at PB and turning away towards the couch. PB: "Yeah.. right. Never again please!" PB laughs a little as she tells Marceline off. However, as Marceline headed over to the couch, PB noticed that something was very off about her outfit. PB: "Uhhh.. Marcy... what are you wearing?" Marceline froze in nervous excitement. Marceline: "D-do you like it? I think it's really cute!" To PB's surprise, wrapped snuggly around Marceline's waist is a bright red diaper, slightly covering her usual t-shirt and seemingly replacing her shorts entirely. PB: "Do I like it? What even is that?" Marceline: "It's a diaper, silly! Babies wear 'em all the time!" PB: "Uh-huh. Then why are YOU wearing one, Marcy?" As PB stared over at Marceline completely puzzled, she struggled to come up with a real answer. Marceline: "Hey, look, they're just... t-they're comfy yknow, they fit me super well and stuff! I just like 'em okay? They're... nice." Marceline's lip quivered nervously as she spoke. PB sighed to herself. Realising that she wasn't going to get any logical explanation from Marceline, she decided to just roll with it. PB: "Marcy, I don't understand, but I suppose I don't really have to. I'm kinda tired after today." Despite her sleepiness, this situation was so peculiar that it peaked PB's interest. She walks over to Marceline, inspecting her. As she goes, Marceline blushes a little. PB: "So, a diaper huh? Maaan, it's pretty thick huh! Where'd you get it anyways?" Marceline: "Uhhh.. just.. online." Marceline didn't want to admit that she had gotten it from a special website. PB: "Can I.. touch it?" Marceline went extremely red in the face as PB asked her that. Marceline: "Heh, well, just, yknow, I.." Before Marceline could finish stuttering and give an answer, PB extended her arm and placed her hand on Marceline's diaper, squeezing the front of it lightly to test it's squishiness. Marceline: "WOAH Peebs, didn't expect you to go in for the kill like that!" They both laugh. "Although.." After thinking to herself for a moment, Marceline reached her hand out to PB's, ensuring that it stayed in place, followed by caressing it for a moment. "Maybe.... you could do that... again... Bonnie.." PB looked down at their touching hands, and then looked back up at Marceline. Both Marceline and PB were in a state of disbelief as they stared into each other's eyes. Marceline was embarassed to admit it outright, but PB squeezing her diaper felt amazing. PB: "Oh... heh... I mean.. sure.." With Marceline's newfound permission, PB began gently moving her hand across Marceline's diaper, before nervously squishing the front of it a few times. Marceline blushed. "Do you feel alright, Marcy?" PB asked, still slightly confused about the whole situation, but now evermore curious. Marceline: "Nmm.. A lot better than that actually, Bonnie.." Marceline grinned as she said that, realising how corny she must be sounding. PB: "Marcy.." PB softly said, still stroking her hand across Marceline's diaper. Marceline and PB smile at each other romantically. Marceline decides to escalate things by wrapping her arms around PB. PB blushes and pulls Marceline closer with her one free arm. "Oh Bonnie..." Marceline softly moaned under her breath. With the two now being closer to each other than ever, and with PB still carefully moving her hand around Marceline's padding, PB and Marceline begin softly embracing each other. The soft kiss quickly evolves into a passionate makeout session as the two lovers wrap their bodies around each other and fall on the couch, both lovingly moaning. As Marceline and PB reposition themselves on the couch, PB begins squeezing more firmly at Marceline's diaper. In response, Marceline's soft moans become superceded by stronger ones. The two break the kiss and seductively gaze each other for a moment. PB: "Sooo.. what are these things even used for Marcy?" Marceline: "You really don't know?" PB: "Hey, my life began when I fell from a ceiling, I'm not the best at knowing baby stuff." Marceline: "Well, uhhmm... babies don't usually know.. how to.. control... themselves... if you get what I mean... bathroom-wise..." Marceline blushed heavily. PB: "OH! So these things release toxins that regulate bladder and bowel control?" Marceline: "Heh... nah, not exactly.. They just sorta... catch.. all that... s-stuff.. When... y-yknow.." PB's eyes widened as she now understood the true purpose of diapers. This raised more questions than it answered for her, but she was so lost in Marceline's eyes that she didn't care. To Marceline's surprise, PB's response was simply to begin making out again. Marceline was loving every moment but higher priorities soon arrived. Marceline: "Mmmn... hah... H-HEY WAIT!" Marceline pushed PB upwards, away from her. "Sorry Peebs, I gotta go "control myself" in the bathroom real quick. Stay right there honey.." Marceline winked, getting up from the couch. As Marceline started to leave for the bathroom, PB grabbed her arm, holding her back. She was having too much fun. PB: "W-wait! I don't want this to stop Marcy, why don't you just-" PB stopped herself, realising the gravity of what she was going to ask. "..Why don't you just... yknow... go in your.. diaper?" PB quietly continued. Marceline froze in place, facing away from PB. Sure, wearing the diaper feels super good but that's as far as it goes! ...Right? Marceline: "Uhm... I dunno Peebs, I don't think- Well- I-" Marceline truthfully knew that PB made a very good argument but something didn't feel right about the whole idea. PB: "I mean... you said that's what diapers are for, right?" Marceline: "I guess so, but.. I'm not actually a.. baby.." PB: "Well they clearly make diapers in 'Marceline' size so you might as well!" PB nervously grinned. PB's comment made Marceline chuckle. This was enough to loosen her bladder. A small spurt of pee made it's way into her diaper without her consent. Marceline froze up once again. Marceline: "PEEBS! Don't make me laugh like that right now! I'm so close to peeing myself!" Marceline exclaimed, refusing to admit that she was enjoying the dilemma. PB paused for a moment. PB: "These things are good at "catching" that stuff right?" Marceline: "I g-guess so!! Yes!" Marceline was extremely desparate at this point. PB: "Then just do it.." PB smiled and got up. Marceline stared at her, shocked and a little angry. She was flustered from desparation, holding her legs together. PB walked over to Marceline and took her hands, gently caressing them and smiling up at her. PB: "You're probs not even going to make it to the bathroom anymore, you may as well. Come on, you're only hurting yourself by holding it in at this point." "Just spread your legs and let it all go. That's what diapers are for, right?" PB was right. Marceline sighed and crouched slightly, finally parting her closed legs over the living room carpet. As she lowered her waist, she slowly closed her eyes as relief washed over her body. Her eyebrows softened from panic to complete accepting bliss. Marceline softly moaned in pleasure as a trickled hissing began eminating from her privates. PB blushed and walked behind Marcy as she heard the noise. "Such a good girl.... don't be shy.. fill that diaper all the way up for me.." PB uttered, kissing the back of Marceline's neck and caressing the back of her padding. With PB's soft encouragement, Marceline's floodgates completely gave out, causing her to tilt her head backwards in recoil. A surge of hot pee flooded out of Marceline into her llready slightly wet diaper, enveloping her pussy and caushing her to blush as red as a tomato. The overwhelming sensation of Marceline's diaper becoming soaking wet made her moan loudly in surprise. PB's pussy was becoming equally wet from the sight of her girlfriend relishing in ecstatic relief. The outside of Marceline's diaper which had once been bright red was now quickly turning dark crimson with warm wetness. Marceline: "Nmm, ohhh.. bonnieeee..." Marceline had become so incredibly turned on that any stimulation from her girlfriend was enough to drive her wild. PB: "Does that feel good honey?" PB giggled as the answer was clear as day. She started gently patting Marceline's soggy bottom, hoping not to send her into sexual overdrive too early. Marceline's stream of pee eventually subsided into a trickle, a drip, and then she finally finished. She was completely immobile from the sheer awesomeness of what had just happened. "Hah... I'm... i'm all... all done now... hehe... nmm.. i used my.. my diaper..bonnie.." Marceline muttered, completely breathless from the experience. PB: "Mhm." Without warning, PB squeezed and squished Marceline's diaper as much as she could, sending all of the pee that had nestled into her diaper back into her pussy lips. "OHHHHHHhhhh BONNIE-" Marceline moaned loudly. With that, Marceline was filled with adrenaline, immediately squishing her legs together and rubbing her pussy through her diaper as much as possible, panting and moaning rapidly. Marceline fell to her knees in ecstatic disbelief, her body unable to maintain composure under such extreme hornyness. As Marceline settled onto the carpet to continue her furious masturbation, PB decided to spice things up further by pushing her onto her back. PB removes Marceline's top, exposing her large breasts, beginning quick butterfly kisses across her torso and chest, and caressing her boobs. Through the whole ordeal, PB's pussy had become dripping wet as she saw her girlfriend moaning loudly and squishing her privates. Her pussy juice was leaking through her underwear like crazy. "Marcy... I need you..!!" PB exclaimed, now sweating and red in the face herself from lust. PB then hastily took off all of her clothes and tossed them anywhere she could, not caring for a moment where in the room they would end up. "I-I need to join you girl, get ready!" PB shouted. PB then quickly lowered herself down to Marceline's face, where her pussy was within distance of her mouth. Marceline, who was so overpowered by sexual desire to even speak, simply did as she was told once again, shutting her eyes tight and wrapping her tongue all around PB's soaking pussy. PB moaned in pure ecstasy as her pretty pink parts were licked clean by Marceline. She couldn't believe her luck. Marceline: "BONNIE YOU'RE SO HOT I CAN'T-" PB couldn't resist returning the favour as Marceline ate her out. She was too curious about Marceline's diaper. PB ensured that she kept her pussy in place while arching over to Marceline's diaper and burying her entire face into it, relishing in it's warmth as she sunk deeper. Marceline's moans were barely audible to Bonnie anymore, as she could only make out the sloshing of Marceline's contents in her padding. A super horny Princess Bubblegum and a newly-padded, newly-soaked Marceline now aggressively 69'ing on their living room floor had both reached their limits. "MARCYYYY" "BONNIEEE" Both: "NGHHHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Marceline and PB gave each other the mother of all shared orgasms, squeezing both of their legs as hard as possible into each other's faces. Their pussies both tensed hard as they aggressively transitioned from complete breathlessness to catching it in extreme breaths. Their moans were so loud that they could have shattered the windows had they been slightly louder. Sticky pussy juices gushed out of them as their bodies convulsed. "M-m-m..mar-marcy.... thank you..... so much..." "F-fuck.. B-bonnie... I can't even.... ungh.." As Marceline and PB began to process their climax, PB began slowly rubbing Marceline's diaper, now completely darkened from top to bottom. Marceline lifts her legs into a semi-tucked position while lying down. She then spreads them apart. "Ungh.. Bonnie.. I think I may be... g-going... again.." The sexual release had loosened Marceline's bladder significantly. This time, she was fully comfortable going in her pants. PB listened out for the all-important hissing but Marceline's diaper was already too full to resonate it. She gasped and giggled as she noticed small traces of Marceline's pee trickling out of the leak guards and onto the carpet. PB initially opened her mouth to interject Marceline's 2nd diaper use but she realised that it didn't matter. Marceline was so pretty in this state. She was blissfully ignorant to the mess and so PB followed. PB gently squeezed the front of Marceline's diaper one final time, observing the increased flow of her diaper's contents spilling out onto the carpet. Following Marceline's unplanned accident, PB leaned over and softly kissed her girlfriend, who had now become more of a sleepy little vampire. PB: "Gosh.. when you're wearing this, you're like a.. squishy.. marshmallow. My squishy marshmallow queen..." PB said, gently caressing Marceline's soft breasts and continuing the kiss for many minutes more. This was only the beginning of a whole new world for them. So, what did you think of that story? Did you enjoy it? I hope so! Give me any feedback you wish! Criticism, praise, anything to help me improve! I might make more if this story gets a positive reaction. Until then, stay padded!
  11. Well, got a long list of chores to do prepping the house for an event this weekend, and I've the place to myself. The list includes cleaning the bathrooms, and I'd hate to ruin the cleanliness I'm about to give to the toilets, so it just follows in my mind that I'm should just diaper up and get to work tonight. I'd be doing myself a disservice, both as the cleaner, and as an omo fan, if I didn't seize the night, as it were. So far: Showered to get started and clean, Diapered up with an extra pad in there for more absorption. Who knows (me) how much water I'll be drinking to replenish my fluids as I labour this evening! 650 mls of high electrolyte Gatorade for safety 2oz of amaretto to take the edge off the nerves of writing my first omutsu live action. Off I go!
  12. I saw another video recently made here and decided it was something I’d really like to try…I put on a toddler pullup (wanted a guaranteed leak), then my favorite pair of jeans on top. vcompress_78.mov The end result is just as desired… I am now thoroughly enjoying writing this post for you in my squishy bottom and warm pants 😘 should I keep wearing it & try another wetting in a bit for you?
  13. Author’s Note: This one I posted to my Tumblr as well. I hope you enjoy it! ———————————————————— Oh, this was so, so, so a bad time to go grocery shopping. Peter groaned as traffic slowed to a stop on the expressway that looped around the city. He and his boyfriend had decided to do a Costco run while his daughter was at school. Now, they were hitting the rush hour traffic. That wouldn’t have been too terrible, honestly, except for the fact that the traffic seemed to be worse than normal. And Peter really had to pee. Peter’s boyfriend, Eddie, ran a hand through his honey brown hair as he looked down at his phone. “Looks like there’s an accident up ahead,” Eddie sighed. “Five car pile-up. We’re going to be stuck here for a moment.” “Shit,” Peter mumbled. His bladder cramped uncomfortably. The weather was unseasonably warm, so he’d been drinking more water than usual. Top that off with the large fountain drink he’d gotten while walking around the store, and Peter was quickly regretting his life choices. He leaned back in his seat, running his hand through his floppy, dark hair. He could feel the urine sloshing around inside of him. If traffic didn’t start moving soon, there was going to be a second accident, and it wouldn’t have anything to do with cars. “Are you okay?” Eddie asked. “I have to pee,” Peter said, his face growing warm. Eddie had told him to use the restroom before they left the store. Peter hadn’t listened. “I told you to go before we left,” Eddie said. Peter huffed, not wanting to admit that Eddie was right. “I can hold it,” Peter said. “Traffic will move soon, and we’ll be fine.” “If you say so,” Eddie teased in a sing-songy voice. He’d be fine. He was a grown man. A father. He was not going to wet himself in this car. He would make it home and use the toilet like the proper adult that he was. His bladder throbbed uncomfortably again, and an uneasiness washed over his stomach. He hoped to god that he could make it. *** Peter couldn’t take it anymore. He shoved his hand down between his legs, squeezing his crotch. In a half an hour, they hadn’t moved at all. Traffic was completely blocked off, and the only update they had was that “they were working hard to restore traffic as quickly as possible”. It didn’t matter how quickly it happened. Peter was really starting to doubt his ability to make it to a bathroom. Trying to hide how desperate he was from Eddie was becoming a real challenge, too. He wasn’t in the mood for a lecture, nor was he in the mood for teasing. When he heard Eddie chuckle beside him, he knew he was too late. “Uh-oh. Someone’s really gotta go potty, huh?” Eddie asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Shut up, Peter wanted to spit at him. Instead, all that came out was a small whine. “Yeah,” Peter breathed. The pressure seemed to grow in his bladder. He started to jiggle his legs in the seat, keeping his hands pressed to his cock. “Someone’s doing a pee-pee dance and everything.” “Eddie, please,” Peter hissed. He looked out at the gridlock of cars, feeling hopeless. “I’ve really gotta go, and I don’t—I’m not gonna be able to hold it much longer.” Tears stung at his eyes as he realized just how true his words were. He was almost in pain from how much his bladder ached, dancing around in his seat, cars not going anywhere. They were dead in the middle lane. He was going to have an accident. Unless he could figure out something he could do. He looked around at the scene before him. Too many cars around. Too many people watching. Someone would see him peeing if he just opened the door and let loose. God, would that feel good. Opening the door, whipping it out, and making a mess of the concrete. A flash of warmth jolted him from his thoughts. Oh, god. He’d leaked. He whimpered slightly, grabbing at himself with all his might. Another small spurt escaped him. “What happened?” Eddie asked, the sly smirk returning. Eddie was getting way too much enjoyment out of this. “Um, I—I leaked a little,” Peter whispered. “You’re going to piss yourself, aren’t you?” Eddie teased. “Eddie, please,” Peter begged. “It’s gonna come out. I don’t—I’m not gonna make it. Please help me. Please.” “Okay, okay,” Eddie said. “We can’t leave the car. Too bad you got rid of all that garbage. You would have had a cup or something to use.” Peter had finally rid the car of trash earlier today, tossing some old bottles and fountain drink cups that would have been perfect right about now. Peter nodded, feeling tears sting at his eyes again. Another spurt shot out into his underwear, causing him to gasp. He slid his hands inside his shorts and boxers, wrapping his hand around his cock and trying to hold himself. He looked over to Eddie, who was staring at him, his brow furrowed. “Jesus, you really need to go, don’t you?” Eddie asked, no hint of teasing in his voice this time. “It’s an emergency. Please, I don’t wanna—I don’t wanna have an accident,” Peter whined. Eddie sighed. “At this point, it’s gonna happen,” Eddie said. “Let’s focus on damage control. Okay?” Peter nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. Another powerful wave of desperation washed over him, causing him to squeeze himself. Miraculously, he avoided a leak. He started to rock a little in his seat. “Oh my god,” Eddie said suddenly. “What?” Peter said. “The pull-ups!” Eddie said. Peter’s daughter from his previous marriage was 5. She was fully potty trained in the day, but still had issues at night. They’d bought a case of pull-ups at the store. Peter doubt that he could fit into one, but it was worth a shot at this point. “Hurry,” Peter whispered. Eddie leaned back to the backseat, grabbing the giant case of pink princess pull-ups. Peter could hear the rustling as Eddie tried to unearth one. Another big wave pushed through Peter. He felt another warm spurt push through his fingers. He wasn’t going to be able to hold off for much longer. “Eddie! Please!” Peter whimpered. Eddie finally returned with the bright pink pull-up, proudly bearing a Disney princess on it. “Do you think you can get it on?” Eddie asked. He didn’t have enough time to find out. “Open the sides,” Peter said. Eddie did it for him, extending the pull-up towards him Peter finally let go of himself, squeezing his legs together to try and keep more urine from leaking out. Hastily, he slid the pull-up down into his underwear, like it were a pad. He adjusted it quickly, pulling it tight against his body. There was no way the pull-up would hold all of his pee. But maybe, if he went slowly, he could use the entire pull-up. Take the edge off, make it home. But the second he had that thought, that plan, he was too late. A long, hot spurt of pee escaped him. He could feel it soak the thin fabric of the pull-up, the padding starting to swell beneath him. That was it. The floodgates opened, and all he could focus on was the relief as the warmth spread out of him. The only sound was his moaning and the hissing of his pee. It wasn’t long before the pull-up swelled to capacity, beginning to slosh outside of the pull-up and into his pants. He didn’t care. He couldn’t care. It felt too damn good. It felt like he peed for hours, until finally the stream slowed to a stop. Peter closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation: the swollen pull-up against him, still warm and hot. Wet fabric clinging to his skin. He swallowed, beginning to feel himself get hard. He finally opened his eyes, surveying the damage. His shorts were a much darker shade of beige now. He gulped. “Wow, you really had to go, huh?” Eddie asked, a teasing smile crossing his lips. It finally sunk in. Peter had pissed himself. In one of his daughter’s pull-ups. In his car. Where other people could have seen. He looked helplessly around. Everyone was in their own world. He looked over at Eddie sheepishly. When he realized that Eddie had a boner, he felt himself relax a little bit. “Yeah,” Peter said. “Bad. But you…you liked seeing me like that, didn’t you?” Eddie bit his lip a little, nodding. “That was hot,” Eddie said. Peter chuckled, looking ahead. Traffic was beginning to crawl. “Looks like they finally reopened the road,” Eddie said. “Guess so,” he said. They finally started to make their way towards home. But Peter knew that once they got home, there’d be another need that they’d have to take care of.
  14. I've been interested in wearing diapers for YEARS but I've been so scared to try it. Recently I've been having wetting accidents at night. I'll wake up and either be peeing on the ground or wetting standing in front of the toilet. Something I definitely need to see a doctor about. I decided to grab a pack of diapers partly for fun and partly because if I'm already wetting I should be prepared. Been playing video games this afternoon while padded and it feels SO nice. All I need is a mommy I my life and I'm SET. Oh and it looks like 2 full wettings are the limit for these...
  15. 1,392 downloads

    Description You made your junior year girlfriend wear a diaper and hold her pee in the entire school day. The two of you meet in the gym closet after school. Your girlfriend holds her crotch and does a potty dance before lifting her skirt up and peeing into her diaper. Her diaper begins to swell from the massive amount of pee she held in all day ,and it over flows a little with pee trickling down her legs. She’s extremely embarrassed and on the verge of crying so you help her take off the diaper. Video File(s) Details Animation and Video by: Omoani Video Runtime: 3:27 File(s) Format: MP4 Other: 2 files one with voice acting and one without.
    Free
  16. View File Omoani - I Tried Diaper Play with My Junior Tsundere Girlfriend Description: You made your junior year girlfriend wear a diaper and hold her pee in the entire school day. The two of you meet in the gym closet after school. Your girlfriend holds her crotch and does a potty dance before lifting her skirt up and peeing into her diaper. Her diaper begins to swell from the massive amount of pee she held in all day ,and it over flows a little with pee trickling down her legs. She’s extremely embarrassed and on the verge of crying so you help her take off the diaper. Video File(s) Details: Animation and Video by: Omoani Video Runtime: 3:27 Other: 2 files one with voice acting and one without. Submitter Plymouth Submitted 06/17/2024 Category Female  
  17. Version 0.9.4

    17,667 downloads

    Note: This game is in alpha, meaning that the file will be updated frequently with new content, changes, and bugfixes. You may wish to follow the file so that you can be notified when it updates! (See also: this thread) There are tons of ABDL games out there which put the player into the role of a high schooler/child. Others see you start the game as an adult and regress into a child, while interacting with other "children" who have suffered the same fate. But what about those of us who are into desperation and diapers, but would prefer to remain an adult? What about those of us who want to engage in sexual content without involving minors, fictional or otherwise? Enter PANTS' Labyrinth. (With sincere apologies to Guillermo del Toro) This is a text-based adventure game which begins with your eventful entry to Penny's Adult Nursery / Training School. Accompanied by Penny, the labyrinth's eponymous caretaker, you, the player, will journey through a labyrinth filled with dungeons, dragons, ...and diapers. Will you be able to escape, or will you stay here forever? Note: Initially, this was intended to be a version of Sunny Paws Day Care without age regression, built from scratch. As a result, the first two areas are very similar to the first two areas of Sunny Paws Day Care (which I modded back in 2021- go play it, you’ll see my name). However, I reached out to the original authors, and both gave permission to use any/all assets. If you're a fan of SPDC, you'll like both the familiar aspects and the novel ones. "How do I play?" This game requires Quest 5 to play. You can download it here. Current/Planned Features Seven different areas to explore, each littered with useful items and interesting interactives (5 completed so far) Eight+ different NPCs to befriend, each with their own design, dialogue, and one or more wetting/mess and/or sex scenes (which you have the option to opt out of based on kink preferences) (7 completed so far) Character art for every NPC- commissioned from artists across the NSFW community (5 completed so far) Inclusive gameplay - During character creation, you will enter your character's name, select their gender (Male/Female/Nonbinary), and select your genitals (to accommodate all players out there) (Completed) Realistic stats - Manage bodily needs, diaper attraction, continence, and even arousal while traversing the labyrinth. Wetting/messing erodes your continence, and your environment will If you run out of food, Penny can magic some up for you- but you may not like what it does... (Completed) Random encounters with over 20 different enemies, each with its own unique (3+) moveset, loss scene, and submit scene (16 so far!) Over 40 different pieces of equipment, including clothing, weapons, and 6 types of underclothes (30 completed so far, as well as all 6 types of underclothes) Over 100 different wetting/messing scenes, which consist of both text and (short) wetting/messing gifs, with different gifs (and scenes) for underwear, pull ups and diapers. Read the Changelog to see what's in the most recent version. Changelog This game is in alpha, meaning it will very likely have bugs which impact your enjoyment of the game. If you'd like to help me fix those bugs, please report them in this thread, preferably with screenshots attached. Thanks a ton! I hope you enjoy the game! (Upvote pls?) Last note: This game will always, always, always be available free of charge to everyone. However, all commissioned art is paid for out of my own pocket. So if you enjoy the game, or just want to throw a buck or two to the artist community (since all but two character artworks were commissions paid for by me), my Ko-Fi "tip jar" can be found here.
    Free
  18. I believe that this counts as fiction, otherwise I apologize in advance if this is in the wrong place! Windows | MAC | Linux Support! Hi folks! New project with I think a bit more staying power. Welcome to a general life sim staged in the Diaper Dimension; the perfect excuse for babying/Amazon hijinks! Play as a Little fresh from the portal station simply trying to make it by in a vertically challenging world. Particularly through the way you're perceived, trying to navigate relationships and everyday life, just about everyone and everything is slanted towards keeping you in diapers other than anything else! This is an EARLY ALPHA RELEASE! I would wager this as a handful of notches above proof of concept. There's a full day-to-day cycle that allows you to work, get money, buy clothes, diapers, pullups, underwear, etc. And controls allowing you to test the in-game accidents, sleep, check emails, pay your rent, do your workplace activities, and so on! Currently in the process of phasing out pixel artwork. I have fixed many bugs so far, but this newest release is of course likely to have bugs as well! Currently no sound in the game Play as a boy or girl Build a wardrobe of panties, pullups, diapers (Shirts and pants too) Play with your washing machine like it's a toy Browse through your Little-friendly certified Email software Pay your rent on-time and other requests through Little-first payment platform PayMatesTM Work as a sophisticated Data Analysist at a highly regarded data management company in the Diaper Dimension Use the toilet (Or don't!) Meet all kinds of friendly* Amazons! *(Friendly is a subjective term) The game is early in it's infancy and still on its way, but I'm very proud of what's here so far, and what there will continue to be! Please share all your comments, feedback, ideas, issues, and concerns! A full list of patch notes and changes can always be viewed in-game, and seeing as this is the first public release, I won't bother too much with a full log here in this post, and let you read it in-game! Please do give the game a try! The first version of the mail maker tool is now released! I think I'm allowed to call this the start of a modding tool, which makes me pretty excited. The game currently features a mail system as a means of getting information to the player, communicating fun DD-universe lore, or potentially other information that might be important in the future. Point being, it's a simple thing in concept, but a huge opportunity to insert stuff into the diaper dimension that's very diaper dimension-y. More so, this is an opportunity to allow the player base to create their own random encounter emails that can be shared and distributed! The means of doing so isn't in its final stage, but it's more than achievable as is! Create basic BBCode formatted emails supporting custom images and fonts with in-game documentation (That may need to be expanded on) in order to make powerful, fun, and interesting emails to share with players! Swap in-editor between raw text and what the formatted thing will look like to the player! I really hope that players make use of this and offer feedback on possibly how to improve this tool and make it better! To insert the email into the official game, move the MAILNAME.json file plus its similarly named .txt files to the "Spam_Mail" folder under mailMaker in your user data! Buttons to make this more accessible inside the tool! FONTS AND IMAGES REMAINS IN THE FONTS IMAGES FOLDERS RESPECTIVELY! Once there, you'll now have an equally likely chance of encountering this email as much as all the others currently in the pool! There are currently 7 spam emails baked into the game, so if you make one mail, that means a 1/8 chance of appearing once a spam mail appears! Every mail.json file supports as many mails as you'd like to put in it! This currently serves no more purpose than making it smaller in file count and easier portability! Basic formatting tutorials included in the tool! But of course if there are any questions and/or feedback, please share! Find this tool under the Tools section from the main menu! Downloads Windows MAC Linux v0.15 RELEASE 06-04-2024 Again, thank you to everyone who pointed out issues and bugs! Full list of patch notes available in-game EMAIL CREATION TOOL FIRST RELEASE I'm very happy that this tool is complete! I've made some documentation in-game on how to achieve some of the formatting/effects, but in general this allows you to create emails supporting custom fonts and images on top of Godot's supported BBCode formatting that can be discovered in-game! User-friendly tool for creating your own in-universe ads/lore/scams/etc. These will appear as spam mail once you place the main .json and any adjoining files in the Spam_Mail folder in your userdata! There's buttons in the tool to make this a bit more accessible! Live previewing to see what your mail would look like in-game! Access lite coding support for variables that can generate random names w/ supported pronouns, etc. PLEASE PLEASE GIVE THIS A TRY! I need to know how I can improve it for a small little modding community! Added a new friend to the player's house (For passing the time) Mail now has orange border if it's unread Desk lady and Landlord have expanded dialogue systems related to your underwear/state of it Rent system still being worked on, but now featuring upcharges! Being a landlord is hard work, and sometimes that means charging your Little tenants a little bit more based on their needs! Many bug fixes, and likely other bugs created v0.11a HOTFIX 05-25-2024 Thank you to far too many names (but wonderful people) for pointing out issues found in the v0.11 Build! I'm hoping that this covers a fair amount of the technical issues that folks were running into! SKIPPING DAYS SHOULD BE FIXED NOW This had to do with the engine itself not handling fast mouse movement coupled with inputs, come to find out. I can't replicate the bug anymore after making some tweaks to the code, and I'm hoping this resolves overpayment on the work game as well, and possibly insta-completing too Fixed illegal character range in name; You can use 'z' and 'Z' now! Fixed elevator/sprite weird behavior as well as dialogue spamming causing issues (I think) This was caused by a timer with a short delay preventing the player from clicking on anything accidentally while trying to close the dialogue, but spam clicking would cause the timer to continually reset until you let it run. This should be fixed now! Fixed work report letter grade color shifting not working You'll see an inflated payment note in the patch notes, disregard this for now! v0.11 HOTFIX 05-23-2024 Thank you SilveryThingy for highlighting some of the issues found in the v0.10 Build! Main Menu alpha logo no longer lingers past new game Fixed soft lock from having an accident with no underwear on Removed debug line accidentally disabling work tutorials! (You can see Janette and a fun work introduction now!) Fixed Picross Game allowing you to still click squares while getting failure result This is the latest release of the game, however if you'd like to show additional support, or gain early access to stories/writings/art unrelated to this project, do consider visiting me on Subscribe Star! This will continue to be a FREE game, however builds at times may reach folks on SS first!
  19. I had always been fond of diapers and 3 years ago my mom had left the country with my dad as they went on a vacation for a month. I knew what I had to do straight away as right after they left within 15 minutes i got ready and walked to the nearest pharmacy where they always had a stash of DryNites pull ups diaper. I went over to the diaper isle and took a good look at all the other brands of diaper they had before choosing my DryNites. I went over to the billing counter and paid for my diaper and left hurriedly to go home. It was my first time going back in a diaper, but i was scared as my parents had informed my neighbours about taking care and keeping an eye on me before leaving, so before i entered the wing which led to my apartment I took a good look whether anybody was outside my apartment door, when I saw nobody was there I took my chance and ran straight to my home as fast as I could, I had the keys ready in my hand and i quickly opened and shut close the door locking it. My dreams were finally true and I'd get to wear diapers day and night for the next month or so. I took out a diaper from the pack and it was a bright pink coloured diaper with butterflies imprinted around it, I slid one under my crotch before feeling the wooly thick padding between my thighs. Withing 1 hour of wearing it i started feeling the pressure on my bladder but I didn't just wanted to start peeing, rather i held it in for 30 more hour till I couldn't hold it in anymore, suddenly i felt a small squirt of piss come out of my pussy and within 5 seconds I lost complete control of my bladder with the piss exploding out in my diaper and filling my diaper turning it pale and heavy and the pee had now filled my entire diaper from middle to the back side. I couldn't believe that a barely 18 year old teen had pissed in her diaper like a baby while sitting on a couch. I stood up and the diaper felt really heavy. I wore my panties over it and also my shorts but the bulge was kind of visible and the diaper band also peeked out a little over the top of my shorts. I had to go to my neighbours house for dinner as I was invited over and i dared to wear my already wet diaper with the bulge slightly visible. I rang the door bell and the door was answered by my aunt and then I was welcomed inside everything went fine and we finished our dinner. After our dinner I was playing with the neighbours child and suddenly i heard a voice from behind saying "What's that peeking out from behind of ur shorts nora?" I turned around frightened and she said "Are you wearing a diaper?" I was ashamed but said at last that I had woren a diaper. I thought of all the worst case scenario that could have took place but I suddenly heard a soft caring voice saying " it's fine nora, you are getting to know yourself, you are in that age group where most childrens stay confused but you're brave." I was so scared and had adrenaline pumping through my body that I started peeing in my already soaked up DryNites again, it really started to bulge out of the shorts and even leaked just enough for my aunt to notice it. My aunt said "awhh looks like somebody needs a change, it's fine nora go and get a fresh diaper from your house I will change you up". I went to home and started crying and was so humiliated by what had just happened with me. I went to my room room a fresh diaper out of the pack and went to their home where my aunt changed me on the table counter top, I could fit on it as I wasnt too big for my age. I watched a movie with their child who now knew that I wear diaper, he questioned me saying why do I wear a diaper, my face turned red like a tomato but I told him that I wore them because I had a medical condition and we moved on. I went to my home and went to the washroom but since I was already wearing a diaper i sat on the toilet without taking of my panties and let out small squirts of pee into my diaper before completely flooding my diaper once again, and since it was already quite late (12:15 am) i went to sleep in my wet diaper only. It was my first time sleeping in a wet diaper I couldn't sleep because of the thick warm padding feeling between my legs but eventually went to sleep. I had woken up once in the middle of the night as my diaper and turned extremely cold but slept after some time. When i woke up in the morning I went number 1 in my diaper and it was really full as I had wet it again. The odor of piss was a turn on for me and my privates became extremely grooly and wet. I went downstairs and cooked myself a breakfast, had my toast and tea and i felt an urge to go number 2 well I was in a dilemma whether to go in my diaper or go and do it like a big girl on the toilet, well I chose option 1 and sat on the toilet once again wearing my diaper and panty, but i couldn't poop in my diaper as i couldn't force my mind. After probably 15 minutes I gave one final push and all the poop came out in the diaper and spread everywhere in the diaper. It was a warm mushy feeling but I felt very grossed out and quickly took off my diaper and went and took a shower as it was quite disgusting for me. Well this almost went on for 2 weeks till I didn't completely fulfil my desire and fantasies regarding diapers and I also wet my panties and i even wore my panties once inside my DryNites. I even messed my diapers and sat in it. Well all these stories are for another time but it was good sharing my experience with y'all and hope y'all like it. Thankyouu!!
  20. 1,273 downloads

    This is my new favourite diaper video, I'm pretty sure I found it here and it had already been uploaded but I edited the two videos together into the one and converted them to mp4. We start seeing a British girl in the car not wanting to get out in the rain and saying that the rain makes her want to wee and telling us that she is about to wee with her diaper showing. After she wets she flashes her wet diaper out the window and plays with it before changing and then she shakes her old diaper on the street to show people around her.
    Free
  21. When did you stop with bedwetting? Me at age of 6 (accidental wettings) but i keept peed myself on purpose and quit at 8. I never told it to my mom, she always cleaned all of the peed clothes and bedsheets. She always said that kids pee themselves and i did that too. I feel so bad about it. Now i'm back in purposefull peeings and i enjoy that so much. It reminds me of my childhood bedwettings so much ❤️
  22. Any DJ's and/or electronic music lovers in the group? I've been having this daydream/fantasy lately, and I wanted to share about it. My interests involve wetting and diapers, but I'm not a fan of messing, so you won't find any of that here, sorry. I went out of town for an event I'd been anxiously awaiting for months. It was a one day festival around Halloween at a large fairgrounds in a city about a hundred miles from where I live. I dressed in bell bottoms, a funky disco shirt, and an afro -wig to go as a 70's funkster. For several hours I roamed the fairgrounds checking out the various stages, enjoying the lights, and dancing. Each stage had different set-ups and sounds, and I wondered until I found the DJ I was looking to see, who was one of my favorites and the reason I chose to attend this festival. At least that was until I saw her... Diaper Bunny She was dancing and bouncing in a cute bunny costume wearing a snug diaper with bunnies on it. It was truly an adorable outfit, especially to me, yet hard to imagine someone would be audacious enough to wear in public. Being a secret diaper wearer often in private, I couldn't help but keep staring at this attractive young woman grooving to the beat in an obvious diaper for all to see. She was getting some attention from others in the crowd, either giggling at her, or trying to dance with her, and she didn't seem to care what kind of attention she was getting. She really appeared to be enjoying herself in her own little space, seemingly not a care in the world. There was another young woman and man that appeared to be her friends who were also in cute animal costumes, but neither of them were noticeably wearing a diaper, and they didn't seem to care that the bunny was. It was a costume rave after-all. I grooved and danced, popped and locked, and had hardly a care in the world myself, except that I kept coming back to watching the diaper bunny. I felt like I was being a bit creepy, and would remind myself of that often, forcing myself to look away and try to vibe to the music the DJ was playing. There was a lot of beautiful people and positive energy, and for a while I could get my mind onto just enjoying the experience. But, then I would catch myself looking back at the diaper bunny, and having dirty thoughts like, 'I wonder if she'd use them since she's wearing them.' I have enough experience wearing and wetting a diaper to know I'd be able to tell the bulge of a diaper that's been peed in, and her's obviously were still fresh and un-sodden. Part of me wanted to just go up and talk to her, but I was afraid, and feeling self-conscious about what other people might thinking of me approaching this young woman wearing a diaper in public. For years I've managed to keep my kink a secret, and I wasn't feeling ready to 'out' myself in a public gathering, no matter how lovely I was feeling in the moment. Back and forth I went from focusing on the DJ, dancing, and then glancing back over to the diaper bunny whom I couldn't get my mind off of. At some point she apparently noticed, and we locked eyes. To my disbelief she smirked and then looked away at the other girl she was dancing with. She whispered something to her friend, and then they both started walking towards me. I was petrified, and yet welling with excitement as they made their way over to me. I smiled at the diaper bunny as she approached, barely noticing her fox-costumed friend who was tagging along. Because it was so loud, she had to get really close to speak directly in my ear so I could hear her. My heart was racing a million miles a minute, as both exciting and embarrassing thoughts raced through my mind. 'Hi, I saw you looking at me from over here, do you like my costume?' she said, and then did a twirl and a skirt-less curtsy accompanied by a goofy smile. In the heat of the moment I reasoned that I didn't care what a crowd of people I didn't know and might never see again thought about me. Embarrassed or not, this was an incredible moment, and I was going to seize it. 'I think it's wonderful, and for some reason I can't seem to take my eyes off you,' I replied, rather shocked at my sincerity. 'I noticed,' she giggled, 'do you like bunnies? Or is it my diaper?' she asked. I was at a loss for words for a hot-moment, but eventually blurted out questioningly, 'both?' Her and her fox-costumed friend both chuckled at the way I said it. 'I'm Spring, and this is my friend Sarah. It's nice to meet you.' After introducing myself, Spring, the diaper bunny, asked if I wanted to hang out and dance with them for a while. I was shocked at how forward she was, and I decided right then that this opportunity to dance in public with a diapered beauty was too good to pass up, no matter what anyone there might think of me. I accepted, and they each grabbed one of my hands and pulled me into the crowd of costumed raving fanatics. That close to the stage it was impossible to talk to each other, so we just danced and grooved for what was about an hour. I did my best to dance with both of them, but Spring could tell it was her I fancied, as I still could hardly take my eyes off her. Several times she turned and grind her diapered ass against me while the music blared and lights flashed, and I was in heaven. Throughout the night we were all keeping hydrated, drinking plenty of water. I made sure to keep a full bottle on hand if anyone needed it, and they both drank plenty. Dancing, smiling, giggling, grinding, and drinking water for another hour or two, when finally they'd had enough and pulled me away from the driving beat and out into the open where there were less people and less noise and we could hear each other. I was grateful, because I could use the breather, but while I was invited to be with them I wasn't going to go anywhere on my own and possibly lose them to the crowd. This night had been one great unexpected opportunity and I wasn't going to waste it. 'That was a lot of fun, but I'm starting to get tired of the crowd,' Spring said. I agreed that I could only take so much intensity at once, and was grateful for the break. 'What do you have planned after the festival?' she asked. I hadn't made any plans yet; I figured either I'd find an after party, or If not I'd just make my way back home. I told her that I was open to suggestions, because I lived about two hours away. 'I have a house that's about ten minutes from here and Sarah and her boyfriend are coming for an after-hours chill, are you down?' Hells yeah, I thought! 'Sure, sounds good.' ...To be continued (my diaper is leaking...I know I haven't gotten to the good part yet)
×
×
  • Create New...

Important Information

By using this website you acknowledge that you are at least 18 years of age and agree to be bound by our Terms of Use and Privacy Policy