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  1. this is by far, my favorite story ever written (this the original version, no edits of any type) originally uploaded to abdlstoryforum by cat123dog, February 27, 2008, 08:35:27 pm site is offline and i had to search the dark rarely ventured depths of the wayback machine for hours to find it The Bet 2 Part 1 Julie was busy getting ready for her Jr. class party. School had just let out for summer vacation. All the guys and all the girls were going up to a cabin owned by Sara's parents. Sara was not one of Julie's best friends but, they always got along ok. Julie was a beautiful girl who had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was 17 years old and by far one of the most beautiful girls in her school. "Julia!!! Hurry up!!! Other people need to use the bathroom too!!" Julie's little sister Alissa yelled. Alissa was 14 years old and a freshman. She was very beautiful like her sister Julie, but she was a brunette and slightly darker in complexion compared to her sister. "Just a minute!!!!" yelled Julie in reply. "I sure wish she was back on that cruise with my parents" thought Julie to herself, "and besides that would mean James would be in diapers staying with me and Kirsten" she smiled as she thought to herself. James flew down the road in his car. He was a good looking athletic 17 year old that had dark hair and brown eyes. He hit the breaks and pulled into Kirsten's driveway. Kirsten was a very pretty girl herself; she had dark hair, a dark complexion, and a way with guys. She had been best friends with Julie since she was little, and they had both been good friends with James since seventh grade. Kirsten came out to the car with a couple bags. "Thanks for coming to pick me up James!!" she said smiling. "No problem, no sense in us both using our gas to get out there" James replied. "You know Kirsten??? This party is only lasting overnight; you got enough stuff for a week." "What are you talking about??? I packed extra light today!!" said Kirsten. "Whatever" said James and they sped down the road to pick up Julie. When they got to Julie's house she was still in her room getting ready. Kirsten ran into her bedroom to talk with her friend, while James sat down on the couch. "Gosh sure do got some bad memories of diapers and bottles here" thought James to himself. "Oh well, I'm done, Kirsten and Julie's troubles start tonight" his train of thought was suddenly broken though. "Hi James" said a smiling Alissa as she walked into the living room. "Hey Alissa how are you??" said James as he got up and gave her a hug. "Very good now" said Alissa as she was being hugged by James. Alissa had always had a secret crush on James but she knew he loved her sister and never really thought she had a chance with him. James sat on the couch and talked with Alissa a while before Kirsten and Julie finally came out. "Hi Alissa!!!" said Kirsten, when she saw her best friends little sister. Kirsten liked to tease Alissa as much as she teased James, but she was never actually cruel to her. "Hey Kirsten" said Alissa who was paying more attention to James giving Julie a hug, than talking to Kirsten. The 3 juniors got in the car while Alissa sat on the couch waiting for her mom to take her over to her friend’s house. It took James and the girls about an hour to get to Sara's cabin. When they got there about half of the class was already there. They spent the afternoon swimming and talking and playing different games. When night time came they built a campfire and all sat around it. They roasted marshmallows and talked with each other as the night became early morning. "Anyone want anything to drink" asked James?? Several people answered but James was delighted to hear Kirsten's voice, because it was the chance he was waiting for. James poured several people's drinks but when he got to Kirsten's he poured it while adding a capsule of sleeping medicine and stirring it well. He took special care to hand Kirsten the correct cup and watched as she drank it down without notice. When they all decided to go to sleep it was about 2 in the morning. They all got in there sleeping bags and talked for a bit. Kirsten though was asleep before most of them as the sleeping medicine had taken affect and she dozed comfortably. At about 4 in the morning James got up and walked inside the cabin. He took a bowl out of the cupboard and filled it with warm water. He went back outside and found the spot where Kirsten was sleeping. He gently lifted her hand and placed it in the bowl of warm water. "I sure hope that sleeping medicine keeps her asleep long enough for me to get a few good pictures of this" thought James to himself. Kirsten didn't stir at all as her hand was let down into the warm water. James waited a bit and saw Kirsten squirm a little uncomfortably. He placed his and on the sleeping bag and smiled as he felt Kirsten's warm pee making her sleeping bag quite wet underneath her. Kirsten finally quit wetting and James waited and waited. "Gosh, this sleeping medicine works better than I thought, she just wet her bed and she still hasn't woke up" James thought to himself. He unzipped the sleeping bag completely and gently turned her over. Kirsten stirred a bit but didn't wake up until the camera flashed in her face several times. James then put his arms around her as he saw her stirring. "What's going on?" Kirsten asked in a tired confused tone. "Shhhhh!" warned James. "You just wet the bed, and I got about 4 pictures to prove it." Kirsten began to squirm uncomfortably as she felt the warmth between her legs and was beginning to realize her situation. She started to say something but James put his hand over her mouth and whispered into her ear. "I wouldn't say anything too loudly unless you want everyone to find out you wet your bed." He let his hand off her mouth, but Kirsten said nothing. She began to shake some from her pee starting to get cold but mostly because she knew where this was going to go. James handed her a pair of dry shorts and a shirt. "Go put these on and put your wet pyjamas in this" James said as he handed her a plastic bag. When Kirsten came out James took the plastic bag and then took Kirsten's wet sleeping bag and rolled it up and put them in the trunk of his car. Then he led Kirsten by the hand to his sleeping bag, he let her get in it with him and then zipped it up tightly around them. James put his arms around Kirsten and held her close. Kirsten was really too tired to think about it much as the sleeping medicine was still affecting her, she quickly fell back asleep in James arms. Part 2 Kirsten woke up to the sound of some of her class mates moving about talking. She groaned as she realized she was wearing the pair of shorts and shirt James had given her last night. She looked around, but James wasn't anywhere around. She got up and began to talk with some of the other girls. When she spotted Julie she quickly ran over and whispered in her ear, "Julie we need to talk alone, NOW!!!!" She practically yanked Julie's arm out as she pulled her away from hearing distance of the group. "What's wrong???" asked Julie when she saw the terrified look in her best friend’s eyes. Kirsten then proceeded to tell her the whole story. "Oh my gosh this is so not good" said Julie as Kirsten finished the story. "Oh but it is wonderful" a voice interrupted them from behind. They both turned to see James standing behind them. "James your not gonna show anyone those pictures or tell anyone about this are you?" Kirsten asked pleadingly. "Of course not, well at least not if you do what I say" he said as he smiled at them. "What do you mean by that??" asked Kirsten as her voice quivered. "Oh I think you know exactly what I mean, and Julie, she is gonna participate too unless she wants to see her best friend humiliated" James said as he winked at Julie. Julie turned white as she heard his words. "Well no sense in worrying about it now, I'll fill you two in with the details on the way home" James said as he walked happily away. "Oh shit I am sooooo sorry Julie" Kirsten started to apologize, but Julie cut her off, "No it’s not your fault, and don't worry, I'm not gonna ditch you, No matter what I gotta do." "I know you would never ditch me Julie, but........but.......but..... .....HE'S GONNA MAKE US WEAR DIAPERS!!!!!!" Kirsten said as a chill ran through both of their spines. Julie and Kirsten tried their best to keep their minds off what was certain to come, but they really didn't enjoy the rest of the party. James on the other hand was having a great time, and just when he thought things couldn't get better, he would remember he had Kirsten and Julie exactly where he wanted them. As the afternoon came to a close James came over to the girls and told them they needed to leave. Julie and Kirsten climbed in the car in silence, praying they were wrong about the diapers. They drove for about 10 minutes in silence before Kirsten could take it no longer. "James would you just tell us what we are gonna have to do for you to give us those pictures?" "Well, its not gonna be too bad, When me and Kirsten's parents go on vacation in a week, they are gonna be gone for 2 weeks, so I'll be merciful and say you both got a week at my house in diapers." James waited for a response to this but was greeted with silence. Finally Julie spoke up, "James this is so not funny, common we are friends." "Hmm friends didn't do me a whole lot of good when I was in diapers" James replied. "Besides, you two are still my friends after you put me through that week of hell in diapers, so I guess you two oughta do the same for me." The girls knew they had no good response that would be able to get them out of this situation; they just sat silent until James spoke to them again. "You know, come to think of it, I feel really bad for you two, cuz your gonna eat every bit as much as I had to, but the sad thing is, I can't cook." James said as he laughed. The girls just groaned and they were soon dropped off at Julie's. The next week went by all to fast for the girls, it was Monday morning and Julie left her parents house telling them she was going to stay with Kirsten since her parents were on vacation for the next two weeks. Julie's parents were very loose and trusted her alot, and it was not uncommon for the girls to stay at each others houses for weeks at a time. Julie got to Kirsten’s house and they slowly drove to James house dreading what they would find there. Julie stopped at a gas station a mile from James house and they both hopped out to go to the bathroom. They took their time as they knew it might be a very long time before they used a toilet again. When the girls pulled into James driveway, the garage door went up immediately, the girls walked in and James opened the door for them. "Hey how are you two doing?" James cheerfully greeted them. Julie couldn't help but force a smile as she looked at Kirsten and said, "This is gonna suck." James led them into the house which looked as it always did. They didn’t notice anything different until they got to where James bedroom was. James had a huge room, the inside was still decorated the same and his bed sat in the back corner as it always did. What the girls saw in the opposite corner however made them shudder. Two large cribs aligned the wall and lying off to the side of the crib were pacifiers bottles and one piece sleepers much similar to the one they had made James sleep in. The girls shuddered more and they looked between the cribs there was a dozen or so packages of diapers stacked together. James looked at the girls and cheerfully said "I hope I bought enough diapers to take care of your potty needs, but if not I guess we can all go to the store and buy some more." Kirsten and Julie groaned, as James laughed. "Well let’s get you two in diapers and I'll tell you the rules." Part 3 "Well I guess you can be first Kirsten" Said James as he began to undo her pants. "Whoa what are you doing?" said Kirsten as she stepped back. "What do you think, your clothes gotta come off for me to put a diaper on you. Besides what was it you said to me when you took my clothes off to diaper me??? I think it was something like you better get used to it, cuz it is gonna happen alot, now sit still." said James as he pulled her pants off her. Kirsten stood their defeated as he removed her underwear next and she was standing naked waist down in front of him. James told her to lie down as he went to get a package of diapers. "You can get your pants off too if you don’t want me to do it for you" James said to Julie as he opened up the diaper package. Julie got her clothes off while James proceeded to diaper Kirsten. He pulled the diaper snug between her legs and taped it tightly on. Kirsten's face was beet red before he was finished. Julie stood stunned as she watched as James got a diaper out of the package for her. "Your turn Jules!!!" said James as the stunned girl stood naked from waist down before him. Julie laid down still in a daze but turned red as Kirsten when she felt the diaper being pulled between her legs. James taped the diaper snugly to Julie and then told them to sit still and he would be back in a minute. The girls stood staring at each other in disbelief as James left the room. James re-entered the room quickly and snapped several pictures. "What was that for?" asked Kirsten. "Oh well I had to get a few pictures of Julie, just too make sure she would stay in diapers all week. I thought her loyalty to you might fade when she is about to fill her diapers with poop." James said as he winked at Julie. "Well you don't know me very good then James" Julie said. "Oh I know you are a good friend, but I also know what it feels like to fill your diapers with a mess of poop. You will get every picture back that I have taken when the week is up" James said. "Not a second before then though" he added. "Anyways the rules are simple" James said, and he read them off. 1. You will wear a diaper at all times. 2. I will be the only person to change your diapers. 3. When you have to go the bathroom you will use the diapers. 4. You will eat and drink whatever I say. 5. Basically just do whatever I say. "If you follow all those rules, when the week is up you will get your pictures back" James said. Kirsten and Julie knew they were in for a very long week. James then proceeded to dress each of the girls. He took both of the shirts they were wearing and told them they wouldn't need any of the clothes they brought with them, unless he was taking them out of the house. Which he assured them they would do several times. He then dressed Kirsten in a bright pink shirt that came down just above her belly button. He had a similar shirt for Julie except it was light baby blue. He left both of them in only their diapers for pants. "I got some cute bottoms for you girls, but I wanna make sure I can see good when you both use your diapers for the first time. James said as he laughed. "The best thing is that you both got alot smaller bladders than I have and you have twice the time I had in diapers, that means you'll be going about 4 times as much as I did." He added with a smile. James then gave both the girls a bottle and told them to drink up, which they slowly and reluctantly did. After that James brought them upstairs to have lunch. He made sure the girls ate more than their fill and washed it all down with alot more liquids. By the time lunch was finished Kirsten was already dancing all over the place. "I gotta pee so bad!!!!" she cried to Julie. James watched amused and Julie watched in horror as she knew she would soon be in a similar predicament. James walked over to Kirsten and put his arms around her holding her still. Kirsten turned red as James squeezed her tightly to him. "Please James, your gonna make me pee!!" Kirsten begged. James sat her on the couch with him. She crossed her legs and put her hand on the front of her diaper so she could hold her self. "Hold it as long as You want, it will come out soon enough" James said as he squeezed her still more tightly. Kirsten struggled through the next ten minutes, while Julie sat and watched in horror. Finally Kirsten just gave up and laid her head back and uncrossed her legs. Kirsten felt sick as the warm pee began flooding her diaper. James placed his hand against the front of her diaper and laughed as he felt it expand and grow very warm. Kirsten’s face blushed a deep red as she continued to wet for what seemed an eternity. Julie watched in horror as the front of her best friend's diaper turned yellow. Kirsten squirmed and fidgeted the whole time she was wetting praying it would end. Finally the warm liquid quit flowing and she just sat in shock. "Aww did wittle Kirsten go wee wee??" James mocked as Kirsten's face turned several more shades of red. "James please change me" Kirsten begged as she began to cry. James smiled at her and said, "How could I ignore a face like that" he took Kirsten by the hand and led her to his room. James changed Kirsten into a dry diaper and taped it snugly to her. He then unlocked the side of her crib and helped her in. He gave her a bottle locked the side down and turned his attention to Julie who was beginning to squirm uncomfortably. "Lets go and let her sleep, she needs a nap." James said as he turned out the light and led Julie out of the room by her hand. Kirsten cuddled under the soft blankets in her crib and laid her head on the pillows. She found a stuffed animal James had put in there for her and held it close as she cried herself to sleep. Part 4 By the time James and Julie had reached the living room Julie's bladder was starting to cause her great discomfort. James sat down on the couch and laughed as Julie danced around trying to ease her discomfort. "Julie why don't you come sit on the couch with me and relax for a minute?" James said as the beautiful blonde girl seemed to be growing very desperate. “I promise I won't do anything to make you wet your diaper more quickly than you are already gonna" he added as she began to walk towards the couch. She sat on the couch next to him and laid her head on his shoulder as she desperately tried to hold herself. James stuck a pacifier in her mouth and wrapped his arms around the squirming girl. "Why don't you just get it over with, then I will change you into a clean diaper and you can go nite Nite with Kirsten" he reassured her. Julie moaned softly with the pacifier in her mouth as her bladder was beginning to hurt badly. James pulled her into his lap and laid his hand across the white disposable diaper. He laid her head back against him as he gently rubbed the front of her diaper. Julie sat motionless for 15 minutes until her bladder could no longer take anymore pressure. She started to squirm, but James held her tightly and then he felt the front of her diaper growing warm. Julie felt gross as her warm pee filled the diaper and seemed to flow endlessly. The only comforting thing was the pressure that was relieved from her bladder. She finally quit wetting and just sat in shock as she took in what she had just done. "You wanna be changed?" James asked her as he smiled at the wet girl. Julie nodded, but much to her dismay James only replied "Ok well I will do that in just a minute, I'm enjoying this too much right now though" he said as he started laughing at her. He began to massage the warm front of her diaper making her squirm. "Sit still or I will put you to bed in this wet diaper" James warned her. Julie quickly became still as possible but still squirmed uncomfortably as James rubbed her wet diaper against her crotch. Finally after what seemed hours to Julie, James picked her up and took her to his room to be changed. James laid Julie out and removed the wet diaper exposing her naked body. Julie's face flushed a deep red as she lay on the floor before him. She now knew what James must have felt like when she changed his diapers. She desperately wished to change places with him and be the one doing the diaper changing, not getting changed. James wiped her crotch with some baby wipes and powdered her. He taped a new diaper around her snugly and gave her a pat on her butt which made her blush all the more. He gave her a bottle filled with a mixture of sleeping medicine and diuretics, which would ensure she would sleep a couple hours and wake up wet. He watched her drink it down and then led her to her oversized crib. He unlocked the side and helped her in and then locked the side back down again. Julie was surprised at how comfortable the bedding inside was, she cuddled in the warm blankets and held a security blanket close and she fell asleep on the soft pillows. James checked to make sure Kirsten was still asleep and then turned the light out again. He went over to his bed and turned his reading light on and read from a magazine as he waited for the girls to wake up. Kirsten woke slowly, as her eyes tried to focus. She felt an extremely weird sensation but could not figure out what it was. She tried to focus on it, WARM, WET, where am I she thought. Then she remembered her situation!!!! She was peeing, no not just peeing, she was wetting her diapers in the crib James had placed her in. She began to squirm, but she could not stop the flow of warm liquid into her diaper. She felt its warmth against her skin and realized she must have wet her diaper while she was asleep because it wasn't absorbing her pee very quickly. She finally quit wetting and then turned her attention to a dim light. She could see James sitting on his bed reading a magazine. "James..............James please let me out of here" Kirsten begged from her crib. James looked over and saw Julie sleeping soundly; he turned his attention to Kirsten's crib where he saw the wide eyed girl pathetically looking at him from in between the bars. "Why do you want out, isn't your bed comfy enough??" James asked. "Yes the bed is comfy but my ..........my diaper.......my diaper is really wet" She meekly replied as she turned her face away in embarrassment. "Aww did wittle Kirsten go wettums in her didees while she was asleep?" James said teasingly as he began to unlock the side of the crib. "Well I guess you finally know what it feels like to be a bed wetter huh?" James said as he helped her out. "Well I hope you like it lots, cuz what was it you called bedtime for me when I was in diapers?Huh James asked as he smiled at her. Kirsten cringed as she knew what was coming next. "Oh yeah I remember what you called bedtime, BEDWETTING TIME!!!!!" he said as he smiled at her. Kirsten looked at the floor trying to not make eye contact with him. "Well don't you worry buddy!!! I would never deprive you and Jules of bedwetting time, in fact, seven days means seven nights which means you will get twice as many nights to be a bed wetter as I did. I hope it doesn't have any permanent effect on you" he teased her. Kirsten shifted uncomfortably in the wet diaper while she endured his teasing. She wished she had been a little nicer when James was in diapers, but she knew there was nothing she could do now. She just hoped he would be more merciful than she was. James removed Kirsten's wet diapers and cleaned her crotch off with wipes. He pulled a diaper snugly into place and taped it on the embarrassed girl. He helped her to her feet and led her to his bed. "You can cuddle up with me until your friend wakes up" James said as he helped her into the bed and put his arm around her. Kirsten rested her head on James chest as she tried to get his plans for the evening from him. He was more than willing to tell her that they would be going out to eat tonite. As James mentioned food a pain shot through Kirsten's stomach and she shifted uncomfortably as she realized her lunch was ready to come out into her diapers. James didn't notice though as his attention was drawn away by Julie's cries. He walked over to the crib and unlocked the side. He pulled Julie out and checked her diapers. She was very very wet. He calmed her down, and began to remove the wet diapers. Julie felt relief when she was wiped clean and a fresh diaper was taped snugly around her. He was in the process of helping Julie to her feet when he was interrupted by a desperate voice behind him. "James please don't make me do it" Kirsten begged. "Do what??" said James as he and Julie turned around. James took one look at Kirsten and realized the answer to his own question. Kirsten's face was beet red, she had a look of desperation on her face and she was moving around uncomfortably. James began to laugh as he said "Looks like your lunch is about to make a very messy return!!!!" "PLEASE!!!!!" Kirsten begged. "Kirsten" James said as he smiled at the pleading girl "I'm not gonna lie to you, I am going to enjoy every second of watching you shit in your diaper!!!!" Part 5 James walked over to Kirsten and wrapped his arms around her and gave her a tight squeeze. She thought she was going to burst but somehow restrained from filling her diapers with poop. James picked Kirsten up and placed her in her crib and locked the side down. Kirsten squirmed around desperately trying to keep from filling her diapers. James then led Julie up stairs saying he would be back for Kirsten when he had finished getting Julie ready. Kirsten thought she was going to explode. She knew she was inevitably going o be messy, but she couldn't bring herself to just let go. James came down the stairs about a half hour later with Julie. She was dressed in her normal clothes but she had pigtails in her hair along with pink bows making her look very childish. James locked her into her crib and then came over to Kirsten. Kirsten was so close to filling her diapers and James could tell by her face. When he picked her up to take her out he gave her another tight squeeze. This time Kirsten couldn't control herself. Kirsten heard herself fart loudly and froze as she felt warm pasty goo filling the back of her diapers. "OH MY GOSH!!!" she screamed as she felt herself continuing to poop and starting to wet. Julie watched in horror as her best friend was carried out of the room while she was wetting and pooping her diapers. She shivered as she began to feel pangs in her own stomach telling her she needed to poop as well. Kirsten was in a state of shock as James continued to carry her upstairs. James set her down on her feet and then looked down at her. Kirsten's face had a mixed look of embarrassment and shock. James couldn't keep silent any more. He fell on the floor laughing, "Oh this is sooooooooooo great, oh my gosh, you can't even imagine how much I have waited for this day since you mocked me the first time I pooped my diapers at Julie's" Kirsten just shifted uncomfortably as she felt her pee mixing with her poop in the diaper. "Oh well, I'm gonna be nice and give you a choice, you can sit down right here on the floor in your dirty diaper for 15 minutes, and then I'll change you, or you can just go to dinner tonite in a dirty diaper" James said as he smiled at her. "What kind of choice is that???" Kirsten whined. "A very generous one I would say since Julie is gonna most likely not have any choice except to be in a dirty diaper at dinner" James said as he laughed a little more. Kirsten thought for a minute and then said "Fine I'll sit in it for fifteen minutes but you better change me right after it" "Great" said James and then he gave her a playful push which took her by surprise knocking her onto her on her backside. "OH MY GOSH!!!!!! GROSS!!!!!! OH YUCKY YUCKY YUCKY!!!!" Kirsten cried as the poop and squished all over inside her diaper. "It's 5:00 right now, I'll let you know when it is 5:15 and then I'll get you changed and dressed like Julie" James said as he sat down on the couch and began to watch TV. Kirsten thought the 15 minutes would never end; the seconds crawled as she sat in the messy diaper. Finally the clock turned to 5:15 and James came over and helped Kirsten to her feet. He took her to the bathroom and told her to wait in there. When he came back he was carrying a diaper, wipes, her clothes, and several pink bows. He told her to lie down so he could change her and she quickly complied. Kirsten was embarrassed and uncomfortable as it seemed to take James forever to clean all the poop of her body. He finally powdered her and taped a clean diaper snugly in place. Kirsten didn't know wearing a clean diaper could feel so good. She only knew she was extremely happy to have the messy diaper off. James helped her get dressed and put her hair in pigtails as he had done with Julie. When James was finished she looked very childish and had pink bows throughout her hair. Kirsten took little notice to how she was being dressed though. She was suddenly extremely worried as she realized how many dirty and wet diapers she had left before she would be out of diapers. James led Kirsten down stairs and let Julie out of her crib. Julie tried to hide as best she could how uncomfortable she was because she had to poop so badly. James grabbed several diapers and his keys and led the girls out to the car. James noticed a difference in the girls, always before Kirsten and Julie were non stop talking when they were around each other. Since they had been diapered however they both seemed unusually quiet. The truth was that Kirsten was incredibly embarrassed at the fact she had pooped her diapers earlier. Julie was not thinking about Kirsten at all though, she was busy trying to keep herself from filling her diapers. This was the reason the two girls said not a word as they walked out to the car. James looked in his rear-view mirror as he drove and saw the two girls scooched closely together. He laughed and chatted cheerfully to them as he drove. The girls answered but not so cheerfully. Kirsten was still busy thinking about how embarrassed she was at filling her diapers, and Julie was still desperately trying to hold herself. When the girls got out of the car at the restaurant though, the exact same thought entered both of their minds. They both wished they had brought looser fitting pants, because it was painfully obvious they were each wearing a bulky diaper underneath. Part 6 As they waited to be seated Julie didn't think she would be able to take the pressure any longer. She looked around praying no one would be able to guess what she was about to do. James and Kirsten's attention was quickly drawn to Julie as they both heard a loud fart come from Julie. At the same time Julie felt an eruption in the back of her diapers as she pooped a large runny mess into her diapers. Her face reddened and she began to shake as she felt the warm mess cover her backside and fill the diapers all the way up to her crotch. She was just finishing pooping when a warm stream of pee entered her diaper soaking her and mixing with the poop making her a complete mess. Just then the waitress came and led them to their seat. James took Julie by the hand and smiled mockingly at her as he led her to their seat. When they got the booth Julie looked pleadingly at James and shook her head no. He totally ignored her though as he prodded her into the booth next to him. Julie whimpered as the poop squished even more up against her. Kirsten looked sympathetically at her best friend as she sat in an extremely dirty diaper. Julie was almost too scared to ask the question that had been running through her mind since she had pooped. "James" she said in a barely audible voice. "Can you please change me?" she asked. "Oh I think you can wait till you’re all done eating every bite of what I order you" James said as he smiled at her. Julie sighed defeated and sick to her stomach. She didn’t know how she could eat anything in her present condition. She found out she was gonna be eating plenty though when James ordered her "the Mexican feast" and a large coke to wash it down with. Kirsten sighed when James ordered her the same thing. She didn't know how she would be able to eat a bite of anything knowing she was going to poop it out into her diapers later. James informed her that Julie wouldn't be changed until she was done as well though, so she knew she would have to eat all of it for her friend. When the food arrived the girls looked even more discouraged. Neither of them thought they would be able to eat all the food. It was bigger than they had imagined. Both girls groaned as they began to eat. Kirsten felt sick as she ate knowing she would fill her diapers fuller with every bite she took. Julie just had a hard time eating in her filled up diapers. She felt sick as the poop was pressed all over her skin. She some how forced all the food down and was finished before Kirsten was half done. "Can you change me now???" Julie begged. "No not yet, Kirsten has to finish first" James reminded her. Kirsten picked up the pace, feeling awful that she was prolonging Julie's messy condition. She was full and didn't think she could eat any more, but she knew she had to. She felt even sicker as she filled her diapers with a warm stream of urine that she could no longer hold. Kirsten finally finished and James paid the bill and led them out of the restaurant. "James are you ever gonna change me?" Julie whined as they walked towards his car. “I was gonna wait till we got to the car, but I guess I can take you back in the restaurant and change you in there" James said. " NO NO NO, I can wait" Julie said. “That’s what I thought" said James as he opened the door to the back seat. James laid a garbage bag on the seat and told Julie to get on it. He then pulled her pants off and began to untape the diaper. He gagged at the smell which hit fast and strong the second he got her diaper undone. James pulled the diaper off her as it clung to her, pasted on by all the gooey poop. It took him another 5-10 minutes to get her cleaned off put a clean diaper on her. He then laid Kirsten down and changed her wet diaper. He diapered her snugly again and then started the car and they headed back to his house. It was 8:00 by the time they got there and James knew he had enough time to get them both a bottle loaded with laxatives. He knew he would be able to watch both of them helplessly fill their diapers before he put them to bed. He laughed to himself as he knew both of their diapers would be very full, since he had fed them such a huge dinner. This is gonna be great he thought to himself. Part 7 James took the two girls to their cribs and told them to hop in. After they got in he handed them each a bottle that he had specially prepared for each of them. Kirsten and Julie had no doubts the bottles were filled with diuretics to make them wet, but they didn't even think of laxatives. It took only a few minutes for the girls to drink the bottles and then James let them out of the cribs. He pulled off Kirsten's clothes leaving her only in her diaper, and then proceeded to put a green sleeper on her much like the one he had been forced to wear when staying at her house. The sleeper had feet and mittens on it and was very warm. He then dressed Julie in the same manner only he used a red sleeper for her. He made sure the girls were zipped up tight and turned on the TV in his room for them. He then went to work preparing their night time diapers. He took several diapers out for each girl. He cut slits in the outside plastic layers to ensure their pee could leak through to the next diaper, and the many more that followed. He left an outer diaper for each of them the way that it came to ensure that their bedding would be kept dry. When James finished preparing the diapers he led the girls upstairs and into the living room. He once again turned the TV on for them and went to work filling bottles for them. In the first bottle he filled for each of them he added a sleep aid drug that would ensure both of them would sleep soundly through the first four hours of the night. He then filled many more bottles adding diuretics to make for lots of pee, and a muscle relaxant to make sure the girls would have no trouble wetting in their sleep. When James finished preparing everything for bed he went out to be with the girls. It was 9 O'clock and he could tell both girls were beginning to have pain in their stomach. "James I don't feel very good" Julie whined. "Yeah I feel sick" Kirsten chimed in. "You two will be just fine as soon as the laxatives kick in a little more" James said with a smile. "I'm sure it’s just all that Mexican food you ate, but don't worry, it will be out of your tummies and into your diapers in no time" James added as he looked at the shocked girl's faces. "Oh my gosh, I ate so much, my diapers is gonna over flow when I go" Kirsten said. "You know what, your right" said James. He unzipped both girls’ sleepers. Both smiled as they thought he was going to let them use the toilet. Instead both were in dismay when he pulled a pair of plastic pants on to each of them and zipped their sleepers back up. It was no more than a half hour before Kirsten couldn't contain her food any longer. She felt her stomach groan again and again and then felt a wave of poop rush out her buttocks. She farted loudly over and over as she seemed to poop continuously for what seemed for ever to the little girl. She bent over on her hands and knees as she felt her diapers fill with poop. She cried as she wet, and then felt more poop coming out of her. Never had she imagined that she would go through such a thing. She knew diapers were gonna suck, but this was torture. Kirsten laid down on her stomach defeated and finally done pooping. She cried and cried, as Julie still stood shaking knowing what was in store for her. James took Kirsten in his arms and told Julie to follow as he took Kirsten to get changed for bedtime. He changed the messy diapers and rediapered her with all the diapers he had prepared earlier. Kirsten had quit crying after the messy diaper was removed but almost started again as she realized what was gonna be next. James then zipped up her sleeper and laid her down in the crib and locked the side. He promised he would be back to feed her, plenty of bottles before she went nite nite. Kirsten shifted uncomfortably as James gave her a wink and left the room laughing as he carried Julia. When James got her upstairs he looked at her and said "Still holding out against the inevitable huh?" Julie stuck her tongue out at him as she shifted uncomfortably. James took her to the couch and laid her across his lap. He began to massage her tummy and Julie groaned as she felt her bowels beginning to move. Julie was about to start crying as the pressure was becoming unbearable, but her bowels suddenly relaxed and a warm mass of poop filled her diapers, accompanied by farts every bit as loud as Kirsten's. James continued to rub for 15 minutes or so until he was completely satisfied everything had come out of her. Julie squirmed and shifted, but it was no use as her diapers had been completely filled and their was no way she could escape the poop squishing all over her. James took Julie downstairs after a while and took the poopy diaper off of her. He diapered her for bed the same as he had Kirsten and put her sleeper back on her as well. Then he told them before he would get them started on their bottles that he would tell them what he had planned for the rest of the week. "You've got to have something to think about so you can have sweet dreams about them" he mocked. The girls both knew it was more like nightmares but kept their mouths shut as both intently listened to what was gonna be their near future. Part 8 "Over the next few days we are gonna be doing some really fun stuff" James said enthusiastically. "Tomorrow I am gonna take you two girls to the fair. The next day we are gonna spend at the beach and then the next day we are gonna spend a day at the Mall!!!" The girls looked at each other worried knowing they were gonna see a ton of people. "What about the rest of the days??" Kirsten asked from inside the crib. "Oh we are gonna spend those at home so I can spend more time on making you fill your diapers non stop" James said with a wink. "Now its time to go to bed, sleep well" James said mockingly as he turned out the lights and got into his bed. Kirsten and Julie could already feel the pressure on their bladders growing. Both wet heavily in their diapers before they were able to get to sleep. The girls soaked their diapers unconsciously while they slept but both woke up around 5 AM. Both shivered a little as their pee had turned rather cold inside the soaked diapers. Both quickly emptied their bladders warming their diapers again. Kirsten couldn't believe the wetting could be so bad but she was sickened by the thought that she was and had been sleeping in a large puddle of her own urine. She was surprised to find her diapers had not leaked but remembered James had diapered her very well. Julie started crying when she realized how wet she was. It took little time for Kirsten to start in as well and James was soon woke up and out of bed. He took Julie out first and checked her. She was soaked enough James decided and he changed her to a dry diaper. Next he checked Kirsten and changed her as well. He let both of the girls crawl into bed with him each wearing a single diaper and their sleepers. The girls quickly drifted to sleep again and both awoke wetting their diapers. Julie woke up first and felt herself soaking her diaper again. She nudged James and he helped her out of bed and laid her down to be changed. He took extra time powdering her and then snugly taped a diaper on her and turned on the TV for her. Less than an hour later Kirsten woke up filling her diapers with pee as well. James changed her as he did Julie and then brought her upstairs to watch television with Julie. He poured some bowls of cereal and called the girls in to eat. When they were finished eating he made sure both of them had plenty to drink and then brought them down stairs. He had a short green tank top and a pair of very tight green shorts for Kirsten. He told the girls to wet their diapers now because they wouldn't be changed until after they had lunch. Kirsten filled her diapers with pee and Julie did the same. James then changed Kirsten and put two diapers on her instead of one. He then dressed her in the tank top and shorts. It was painfully obvious she was diapered with the tight shorts pressing against the outline of her diapers. James then pulled out a very similar purple outfit for Julie and double diapered her as well. Both the girls cringed when they looked at each others diapers bulging out noticeably and realized that their own diapers were just as obvious as their best friends. James then loaded a couple of packages of diapers into a diaper bag and filled several bottles for the girls as well. He led them out to the car and they headed for the fair. Part 9 When they got to the fair James parked the car and they got out. Kirsten and Julie walked as slowly as they possibly could. They were in no hurry to walk around at the fair, since it was obvious they were well diapered. The girls tried to ignore people’s strange looks as they walked through the crowds of people. Their faces turned red with embarrassment as they saw cute guys staring and pointing at them. It was just way to obvious that they were in diapers. Julie started to complain, but James just reminded her of their trip through the mall where he was in nothing but a diaper. He asked her if she would like to walk around the fair the same. She quickly shut her mouth and tried to change the subject. James bought the girls drinks and they walked around looking at the various things while they drank. The girls drank slowly but sped up as James threatened various things that would reveal even more their diapers. After what seemed several days for the embarrassed girls it was lunch time. James fed the girls well as always and they both cringed at the thought of filling their diapers at the fair. When they were finished eating and drinking, James led the girls to a counter where he bought tickets for rides. The girls actually loved the rides at the fair and had a decent time on them. They both told James they would have been much better though if they didn't have to empty their bladders into their diapers while they rode them. They still had tickets to ride but it was getting close to dinner time. James took the girls to the car to change them into dry diapers. When he was finished they went to get some dinner. They ate another large dinner and both the girls started to feel their stomachs rumble. Julie told James she needed to poop and Kirsten said she felt the same. Julie asked if James would change them before the rode the rest of the rides, if they went now. James thought for a minute, and then decided that would be fine. The girls tried to not gain attention as they squatted trying to fill their diapers. After alot of effort they were finally finished, and were very messy. James changed both of them and they went on the rest of the rides. The girls found out much to their dismay that they weren't done pooping for the day though. They were both messy and wet again by the time the rides were finished. James walked to the car when he had finally had enough of the fair. The girls walked with him, grimacing at every step as people stared at the two teenage girls wearing bulky, wet, and messy diapers. When they got home James changed them out of their disgusting diapers and got the diapered for the night. He diapered each of them with several diapers as he had done before and gave them both plenty to drink before putting them in their cribs. Both Kirsten and Julie fell asleep quickly as they were worn out. James crawled into bed and and laughed to himself as he thought of the girls quickly filling bladders and the wet night that was ahead for them. Part 10 Kirsten woke up cuddled in the warm blankets. James had turned the temperature down in the house, and had fans blowing making a cool breeze in the room and very comfortable sleeping conditions. They would have just been great but Kirsten felt her bladder filling quickly. She had since given up trying to hold her wettings and just let her pee out in her diapers. It disgusted her to lay in her own urine but she knew she had no choice in the matter. She was thankful for the diapers, because they soaked up the urine and she could fall back asleep again without much trouble. She felt the warm pee running out of her body and into her diapers. It was a relieving feeling as the pressure on her bladder subsided. The diapers absorbed her pee as they always did and she was soon back asleep. Julie woke up in a daze. She felt warmth between her legs and couldn't understand what was happening right away. Then she remembered her situation. She tried to fight back her tears as she realized she had unconsciously wet her diapers in her sleep, and that she would be a bed wetter if this continued once she was out of diapers. She tried to relax as she let her bladder continue emptying out completely in the diapers. The warm pee gushed out of her and she felt gross, yet relieved at the same time. She wondered if her and Kirsten's week in diapers would have any long lasting affect on their ability to control themselves. She thought of many things but didn't remember much of anything as she drifted back to sleep in a night full of wetting. Both Kirsten and Julie wet consciously and unconsciously as the night went on. They were thankful for the warm soft blankets and the soft pillows and the comfort and security the warm beds offered. They both wondered what tomorrow would bring at the beach. They both knew that their diapers would be noticeable if not advertised under their swimsuits. Both the girls wondered what was going through the others mind and how the other girl’s night was going. They did not realize they were both awake much of the night together. Neither wanted to speak out though for fear of waking the other in one of their few moments of sleep they got that night. Kirsten and Julie both looked over at the clock sometime between 5 and 6 in the morning and both knew they were going to be exhausted. For as tired as they had been. Neither of them had slept very much at all in a night full of them wetting into their diapers. It was now 6:30 AM and both lay awake in very wet diapers. Kirsten squirmed trying to find a comfortable position to lay in the wet diaper. Julie heard her squirming and decided to talk to her. "Kirsten are you awake???" Julie whispered. "Yeah I have been for most of the night" Kirsten replied. "Me too" said Julie as she yawned. "Julie I think I'm turning into a bed wetter" Kirsten said with a slight amount of fear heard in her voice. "Don't worry, James didn't wet his bed for very long after we let him out of diapers, we should be all right." Julie tried to reassure her friend. She wondered if what Kirsten was saying was true though, after all, they would be spending four more nights in diapers than what James had to. James woke up to the sound of whispers. He listened intently, yet quietly to the girl’s conversation. He didn't want them to know he was awake and listening to what they were saying. James tried to muffle his laughs as he heard Kirsten questioning whether they both might turn into bed wetters by the end of the week. He heard Julie trying to reassure Kirsten, but like Kirsten, he could hear the doubt in her voice. He listened for a while longer as the girls talked to each other and wondered whether they should wake him up and ask to be changed. Finally feeling slightly sorry for the soaked little girls he got up out of the bed and headed for the light switch. James couldn't help but laugh as the girls whisper ceased immediately after he got out of the bed. James flipped on the light and smiled brightly at the girls. "How did my two wittle girls sleep???" James asked in a baby talk voice. The girls said nothing as both reddened and tried to prepare themselves for the embarrassment of being changed. James walked over to Kirsten's crib first and unlocked the side. He stuck his finger down the front of her diaper making Kirsten squirm. "Aww feels like my little Kirsten is turning into a pretty heavy BEDWETTER" James said as he over emphasized the last word. Kirsten shifted uncomfortably as he untapped the diaper leaving her naked before him. James powdered her and taped on a fresh diaper very tight and snug to her crotch. James gave her a pat on the rear as he helped her to her feet. James once again commented on the wetness of the diapers as he changed Julie next. He diapered Julie as he had done Kirsten and then gave them a couple of short shirts to put on. He led them up the stairs for breakfast. James prepared pancakes for the girls this morning. He commented the beaches weren't nearly as fun unless you spent the entire day in poopy diapers. James watched the girls faces turn white as he filled their bottles with orange juice to get their bladders started on the days work ahead of them. Part 11 Julie and Kirsten ate and ate till they thought they were going to burst. James laughed as he teased the girls telling them not to worry about gaining weight because the laxatives he put in their drinks would ensure everything would come back out in their diapers. The girls had to eat so much they couldn't help but drink large quantities of liquids to wash everything down with. When James was finally satisfied with the amount the girls ate he led them back to his room to get their swimming suits on. The girls squirmed uncomfortably as they saw the two piece suits they were going to be wearing all day. James first fit the girls into tight plastic pants telling them he didn't want their diapers getting wet with anything but their own pee. Then he helped them into their swimming suits. The girls looked uncomfortably at themselves in the mirror as they saw once again it would be obvious they were in diapers. They dreaded what was ahead of them as they got into the car and headed for the beach. Julie and Kirsten squirmed and moved around over and over as they felt their breakfast working itself through their bodies rather quickly. It was a long ride to the beach and neither girl knew if they would make it without filling their diapers with the load that was building up inside them. They both managed to hold off as James found a parking spot and got them out of the car. James saw both girls struggling to hold themselves and said, "You might as well just get it over with, it’s gonna be in your diapers all day anyways and your stomachs won't hurt so bad if you just let it out." Kirsten and Julie knew it was hopeless and that James advice was actually the best thing to do. They shifted around and squirmed as the let go of their aching bowels and pooped and wet their diapers in the parking lot. James would have paid a good amount of money though if he could have had a picture to keep of the girls faces. They jumped as they felt something different, the laxatives had turned their bowel movement to a liquid type mess and both girls filled the diapers with steady streams of diarrhea. The diarrhea was warm and filled the backs of their diapers and continued to move on up into their crotch area as more ran out into the diapers. The girls squirmed around as both of them felt the runny diarrhea mixing with the steady flow of pee that was now leaving their bodies. The relief of the pressure on their bladders and bowels was over shadowed by the sick feeling they both felt in their diapers. The bulky diapers were bad enough because everyone looked at them. The rancid smell that came from the girls diapers assured everyone that their suspicions were correct though. It also told everyone that the girls had dirtied their diapers pretty well. The girls couldn't wait till they got to the water. When they got down near it they took of half running and half waddling towards the water. They both felt the warm contents of their diapers moving around as they ran towards the waters edge. They dove in and waded out far enough so the water could hide their bulky diapers and the awful smell the diapers gave off. James watched the girls, and soon saw them quit standing and begin to play in the waves. He waded out in the water to join them. Julie and Kirsten both filled their diapers with diarrhea again as they played in the water for several hours. The water was pretty cold but the inside of the girl’s diapers stayed rather warm as they wet their diapers quite often. The tight plastic pants kept the cold water out and the warm liquidly gooey mess inside their diapers. When it was lunch time James took the girls up to the car and changed their diapers. The girls hadn't yet been as glad to feel a clean diaper as they were this time. James put the plastic pants back onto the girls and then pulled the bottoms of their swimming suits back up. He took both girls by the hand and led them towards a restaurant where they were going to eat. They took a seat in a booth and waited to be served. When Kirsten and Julie saw the waiter they squirmed around uncomfortably. He gave the girls a strange stare as it was obvious they each wearing a diaper. The waiter was one of the cutest boys Kirsten and Julie had ever seen and they both thought they were going to die on the spot. When the waiter asked what they wanted to drink James ordered the girls each a large pop. The waiter looked puzzled and then turned to James and said, "Don't you think they probably shouldn't drink so much since they obviously can't control themselves"? The girl’s faces turned redder than cherries but neither was prepared for what happened next. "Oh well actually they have alot worse problems than that James said" "Like what??" asked the curious waiter. "Well you see" James began, "They both wet the bed at night and they are basically totally incontinent during the day as well, but even if they weren't they would still have lots of use for those diapers, because you can't really stop them from pooping in them, because they both suffer from severe bowel incontinence, so I figure I might as well let them enjoy their dinner, because they are gonna end up in pretty nasty diapers one way or another." Julie and Kirsten were both speechless and tried to hide their faces as the waiter looked at them really strange now. "Yeah I guess that’s pretty nice of you" said the waiter as he turned around and quickly walked away obviously as disturbed as the girls were embarrassed. The girls ate and drank everything they were given. They wanted to crawl under the table every time the waiter returned but thankfully the waiter didn't say another word the whole time they were their. James led the girls down to the water laughing uncontrollably as both the girls bitched at him like he had never seen them do before. The girls finally shut their mouths as they realized their comments to James only attracted attention to them that was very unwanted. Within a half hour the girls were playing in the waves again and had pretty much forgotten what had gone on at the restaurant. Julie and Kirsten both filled their diapers with a solid bowel movement within an hour of each other and were as wet inside their diapers as their suits were on the outside. The girls actually forced urine out of themselves several times, to try to warm up as the water got cold after a while. A little before supper time James and the girls headed up towards the car. James walked all to slow for the girls as once again their diapers drew many stares and let out and awful stench that almost everyone noticed. When they got to the car James said he had to dry them off before they got in. The girls squirmed as James over did drying their backsides squishing the poop all over them. "Please change us before we go home" Kirsten begged as he was packing them into the car. "After the way you two bitched at me after dinner, I think not" James said as he gave her a wink. Kirsten and Julie sighed as they knew it would be a long ride home. Part 12 When the girls got home the poop in their diapers was squished all over the place from them sitting in it. Julie and Kirsten had finally arrived at James house after what seemed hours upon hours of riding. James took the girls inside and listened to them beg for a few minutes before he let in and changed the girls out of the disgusting mess they had been sitting in for the past couple hours. James ordered a Pizza and then took the girls to get some movies. When they got home with the movies, James dressed the girls in their night time sleepers and put a second diaper on both of them. James told the girls to eat as much as they wanted and gave them the liberty to choose how much they drank as well. Both girls knew he could make them wet and poop their diapers just about any time he wanted to so they decided to eat and drink until they were full. James put in the first of the two movies and the girls got up on the couch and relaxed for the first time all day. They both laid up against him and sighed relief as there was nobody to worry about seeing them. They wet their diapers several times during the duration of both movies. Neither really cared that much though as they had become accustomed to using their diapers rather frequently. James changed each of the girls out of the wet diapers, and diapered them with several diapers as he had done the past couple nights. He then gave Kirsten and Julie several large quantities of liquid, along with diuretics to make sure they would wet the bed alot. Kirsten and Julie both fell asleep quickly after James put them in their cribs. Neither girl awoke as they had grown accustomed to sleeping through the wettings until their diapers became extremely wet. Kirsten and Julie both were quickly turning into helpless bedwetters. Kirsten wet a couple times before she finally woke up to the feeling of the warm urine running into the diapers. She just lay still as she felt the warmth of her pee soaking into the already damp diapers. Julie only a couple feet away locked into her crib was wetting as well. She shifted around as the warm liquid flooded her already wet diapers at a rapid pace. Julie wondered whether she would be able to quit wetting the bed once she was free of the diapers at the end of the week. The girls hated the night time wettings much more than the daytime wettings as it wasn't very easy to sleep after they wet their diapers several times. They both desperately wanted a change but knew they would just be laughed at if they asked James for one. As they thought of these things they slowly drifted asleep again. Then AWAKE!!!! As more pee flowed into their diapers. It seemed like every time they fell asleep they would wake up wetting again. Even though their was usually about a 45 minute interval between each wetting it seemed only a minute or two to the soaked girls. They continued this pattern all night until about 7:30 AM decided the girls needed to be changed. Part 13 James took both the girls out of their beds and changed them out of the soaked diapers. He looked at the girls sympathetically as he saw dark circles had formed under their eyes and they looked extremely tired. James put several diapers on the girls as he did when he put them to bed and zipped them back up in their sleepers. "Guess I am gonna give you two the day off and let you sleep in some, then you can get up for a while, and then I'll put you back down for a nap later. We can go to the mall tomorrow when you two will be more awake" James said as he placed the girls back into their cribs. Kirsten and Julie sighed with relief as they realized that they might finally get some sleep. James let the girls sleep till about 11:30. Both girls wet their diapers a couple times while they were asleep but slept right on through it. By the time James had finished taking wet diapers off and putting dry diapers back on the girls they both realized they needed to poop. Julie and Kirsten both knew that James would not be changing them any time soon and they were gonna be in dirty diapers for a rather long time. By 1:30 both girls shifted around uncomfortably in their chairs as they tried to eat their lunch wearing dirty diapers. James gave the girls tons of liquids as he was preparing them for their afternoon nap. Julie and Kirsten forced down the liquids and food as they felt their poop spreading through the diaper with every slight movement. When lunch was done instead of changing the girls diapers James put several more diapers onto the girls spreading the mess everywhere and then zipped them up in their sleepers and put them in their cribs in their dirty diapers. "You have got to be kidding!!!" Julie whined as James left the two girls locked in their cribs and started to walk out of the room. "James!!!!!! How long are you gonna leave us like this??" Kirsten whined. "Oh well you were both pretty tired this morning, I think about a 3 hour nap will do" said James as he left the rooming smiling. Kirsten and Julie groaned as their bladders were starting to ache for relief already. About an hour and a half after James left Kirsten wet her diapers for the third time and felt her bowels erupt as another large mess squished its way out into her diapers. Kirsten could feel nothing except a pasty creamy coat of poop, and warm urine all over her skin, all held in and contained in several diapers. Julie was even worse off. She had wet her diapers about as many times as Kirsten, but her food had not agreed with her at all. Instead of pooping once, Julie was shooting streams of diarrhea into her diapers on a regular basis. The smell was absolutely awful and the sick feeling of the diarrhea and pee mix on her skin made all the sicker to her stomach. James came into the bedroom and was immediately taken back by an awful stench. It had been about two and a half hours since he left them and he was coming to check on them. Julie and Kirsten laid motionless in their cribs, they had long since given up moving around, because no matter how they moved their mess was all over them. James one quick smell inside each of the cribs and quickly took Julie out judging her to be the worse off of the two. "Don't you worry wittle Kirsten, I’ll be back to get you, I have to give Jules a bath though" James said as he carried a motionless Julie out of the room. Julie laid motionless as James peeled the messy diapers off her and cleaned her body with wipes. After he had gotten all the poop off her he picked her off the floor and laid her in a tub filled with warm water. Julie sighed as she felt the warm water touching every inch of her skin. Just minutes before she had urine and poop all over her diapered region. She did not protest at all as James washed her body over well and then washed her hair. James took her out of the tub after about fifteen minutes and wrapped her in a warm towel. He left her lying on the floor as he emptied the tub and began to fill it with warm water again. James walked back into his room to find Kirsten sitting up in the crib waiting for him again. He noticed he was just a couple minutes too late though as Kirsten farted loudly. It was obvious by the look on her face she had just pooped in the diapers again. James laughed as he took her out of the crib and smushed the warm fresh poop tightly against her butt as he rubbed the back of her diaper. James told Kirsten to grab a couple clean diapers and then picked her up as he had Julie and carried her into the bathroom. Julie was still lying on the floor with a pacifier in her mouth that James had put their just before he left. James stripped Kirsten’s dirty diapers off her, cleaned her up and placed her in the bathtub that was now full of warm water again. He let Kirsten soak in the water while he dried Julie's body and put a dry diaper on her. Kirsten was a little more squirmy as James washed her but never said a word as she knew the bath was keeping her out of diapers for the time being. James finally finished washing Kirsten and then dried her body with a towel and put a pacifier in her mouth as he had Julies. He then put a dry diaper on her and led her and Julie back to his room by the hand. Part 14 When James got the girls back to his room he dressed them in very tight shirts and shorts. The tops of the girl’s diapers stuck out from the top of the shorts so the white plastic and diaper tapes made it very easy to tell the girls were in diapers. Kirsten was dressed in a lime green shirt and Julie was wearing a bright orange shirt. Both girls’ shirts attracted tons of attention to themselves. James let the girls do each other's hair and make up while he got himself ready. The girls were very worried about where James would take them. They knew no matter where they went their bright shirts and beautiful bodies would draw plenty of attention. This meant there would be a lot of people seeing them in diapers. When James was finished getting ready to go he finally told the girls they would just be going out to eat at Champs sports bar and grill. They sighed with relief knowing it probably would not be very busy on a Thursday night. James talked with the girls they drove in the car towards the restaurant. The girls inquired of him what they would be doing for the next few days. The girls squirmed uncomfortably as they found out that James was gonna let them sleep in again tomorrow but that they would be going out to eat at the mall and to a movie on a Friday night. They were even less excited to find out they would be spending all Saturday at a very busy mall. James told them finally that he had something special planned for them at home on Sunday and then he would let them go home on Monday morning. The girls sat thinking longing for Monday morning. James thought of his plans for the girls as he drove. Something they had done to him that he had been waiting to do to them for a very long time. They would be spending the night wetting the bed as usual, but they would spend the night trying to sleep in extremely dirty diapers as well. His train of thought was broken as he saw the sign for the restaurant. He took several minutes getting a very stubborn Kirsten and Julie out of the car, as their faces were already red from embarrassment at the obviousness of their diapers. Julie and Kirsten walked into the restaurant, and sighed with relief as they saw their prayer for very few people in the restaurant had been answered, well almost. "Hi Julie!!!!" said a giggly voice behind her. Julie froze, she couldn't believe it. "Anyone but her!!!!!" she thought to herself. "Hi Alissa" Julie said as she turned around and saw the smiling face of her 14 year old sister. Alissa could not stop giggling as she looked her sister up and down, then she spotted Kirsten and James, she broke out laughing. "Kirsten too!!!!" she giggled with joy. "What on earth are you to doing dressed like that and wearing diapers!!!!" she managed to say in between giggles. Julie glared at her little sister but had nothing to say in reply. James finally dug the girls out of their hole. "They lost a bet, so they had to come to my house and spend a week in diapers." Alissa laughed and laughed before she could spit out her hopeful question. "Do they gotta go to the bathroom in them?" she managed as she continued to laugh. James just gave her a grin that told her all to well the whole story. Alissa had to run to the bathroom to keep from wetting her pants she was laughing so hard. When Alissa came out of the bathroom her friend Becca had arrived. Becca was in the same process that Alissa had been through laughing at Kirsten and Julie. James invited Alissa and Becca to come eat with them and all five sat down at a table. When James ordered Kirsten and Julie especially large meals and large drinks Alissa asked why James got them so much. "Lots of liquids and lots of food makes lots of pee and poop ya know"? James said with a smirk. Alissa and Becca burst out laughing at the thought. "Oh my gosh I wanna see them go potty in their diapers so bad!!!!!" Alissa said, and Becca nodded her head in agreement. Julie and Kirsten tried not to scream, they sat their quietly and ate their food. Julie wet her diapers during the meal but was able to act normal enough that no one noticed. When it was time to leave Alissa wished her sister a happy night of wetting and pooping as she got into the car and James drove away. "Oh my gosh I am going to kill her if she says anything to anybody!!!" Julie said as they rode home. "Don't worry about it" said Kirsten "If she is too mouthy about it we'll just have to teach her a lesson in diapers". "Sounds like fun, In fact I'd love to help, but I think I’ll enjoy the rest of the time you two are in them first" said James as they continued to drive down the road. Kirsten sighed with relief as she wet her diapers, "Thank god I can finally do that, I wasn't about to pee in front of your sister" said Kirsten. "I couldn't help it, I peed my diaper right in front of her, I'm just glad she didn't notice" said Julie. "That would have been an interesting situation if she knew that" James said as she laughed. When they got home James was especially nice and changed them out of the wet diapers immediately. He took their shorts off them so they were wearing only their shirts and the diapers he put on them. They hadn't watched TV for very long before they both wet their diapers again. James changed them but this time put them in their night time diapers. He diapered them extra thick and then started them on their bottles. Kirsten was finishing up her second bottle when she called to James. "I need you to change me James" she said. "I'm not gonna change you, your already diapered for bed" James said. "No I don't think you understand, I pooped in them" she said as she smiled innocently at him. “I know you pooped in them, I can smell them from here, I had to sleep in dirty diapers for a night, now it’s your turn" James said as he smiled back at her. Kirsten's smile disappeared, "James you gotta be kidding, please don't do this" Kirsten begged. "Yeah don't do this" Julie whined as she was in the process of filling her diapers. James laughed as he said, "Time to get you kids in bed," and with that he led them to their cribs. Part 15 Kirsten and Julie both crawled into their cribs and laid on their stomachs, to try to keep their poop from squishing all over in their diapers. Both girls tried to fall asleep quickly, but were unable to with the messes they had made sitting in the back of their diapers. Julie gave in first and relaxed her bladder as the first of a seemingly endless amount of wettings began. Kirsten soon followed and squirmed around as she felt her warm urine flowing heavily into the thick diapers. It took only a couple hours before the girl’s urine was soaking the front of their diapers. Julie wanted to turn to her backside, but she knew there was a large mess of poop waiting to be squished around in the back of her diapers. Kirsten was much worse off however. She tried to hold back as a second wave of poop oozed out of her buttocks filling her diaper and pushing poop up into the front of her diapers. Julie finally couldn't take the puddle in the front of her diapers anymore. She turned to her backside and immediately felt her poop ooze all over her. Then she felt a rush of warm urine as the excess puddle ran out of the front of the diaper and all over her body and into the back of her diapers mixing with her poop. Kirsten came back to consciousness, she must have fallen asleep, she felt a fresh warm stream of pee running into her diapers. Julie meanwhile was struggling to keep her little butt closed as she was about to have a second bowel movement. She tried to squeeze her butt cheeks closed but the warm poop pushed and squeezed out filling her diapers extremely full as more poop followed. James slept wonderfully as the girls tossed and turned wetting every hour or so as the night went on. Kirsten and Julie slept little as they laid in heavily wet and messed diapers. The girls gave up trying to keep from lying in their poop as they soaked their diapers and the mess was all over them. Both were awakened by James at about 7:30. He took them in the bathroom, took off their messy diapers, cleaned and bathed them, and then diapered them both. Kirsten and Julie had never been so thankful to be wearing thick disposable diapers. They were just extremely happy to be in anything that was dry and clean though. It was about 8:30 when James began to make the girls breakfast. Kirsten and Julie both laid in front of the television in a daze, because they were so tired from the night before. Julie was so tired she began to wet her diapers without realizing it till she was half way through wetting. She was too far along to stop, so she just let herself continue to wet and then started to cry. James walked in from the kitchen and picked her up and carried her in his arms to his room. He laid her down and put a fresh diaper on her. She was still crying when he was finished so he put a pacifier in her mouth and picked her up to carry her back out by Kirsten. He grabbed a pacifier for her as well as he went out of the room. When he got back he set Julie down and walked over and shoved the pacifier in Kirsten's mouth. She was too tired and too defeated to do anything, so she just sucked on it as she laid on the floor. When James finally finished making breakfast he called the girls into eat. He felt some compassion for the girls though and decided not to add anything to the girl’s food or drinks and just let them eat as they pleased. When the girls finished eating James took them to their cribs and locked them in and let them sleep. The girls slept and wet like babies as they slept until James finished making them lunch. Part 16 James woke the girls up and told them it was time for lunch. Both Kirsten and Julie were very concerned they were wetting their diapers while they were asleep. They wondered what would keep them from wetting after they got out of diapers and went home. The girls groaned when they saw what James had made them for lunch. Tacos, refried beans, nachos, and burritos, "look familiar?" asked James. "We are going to the mall to eat and shop a little and then to a movie. I can't have you two walking around without wearing a dirty diaper with every step you take." James said as he smiled at them and dished them some food. Kirsten and Julie felt sick at the thought of dropping a thick pasty mess of poop in their diapers at the mall. James made them eat tons of food and wash it down with large amounts of liquid. The girls were still in their wet naptime diapers as they drank down what seemed gallons of liquid. When James was happy with the amount of food and liquid they had taken in he told them to empty out whatever was left inside their bladder and bowels, because he was gonna change them for the mall and not change them for quite a while after that. Julie and Kirsten relaxed their bladders and wet the already wet diapers. They were soaked when they were done, but neither girl could force out any poop. James put 2 diapers on each of the girls and then dressed them. He put Julie in a dark green shirt, tight and short as always and very tight shorts she had been wearing last night. The double diapering caused the tops of her diapers to be visible all around coming out of the top of her shorts. The tight shorts made the bulky diapers underneath extremely visible. Next Kirsten was diapered and put into a blue and red shirt. The result of how her diapers looked was the same. James packed a bag with about 12 diapers in it and a couple pacifiers. James told the girls if they gave him any complaining or trouble he would make them walk around with the pacifiers in their mouths. When they got to the mall the girls squirmed uncomfortably as they saw how busy the mall was. "Why a Friday night???" Kirsten moaned. "Is that complaining I hear" asked James with a smile on his face. " NO NO NO NO it wasn’t I swear" cried out Kirsten in fear. "I didn't think so but just checking" said James as he gave her a wink. "You can carry your diaper bag for that though" he said as he tossed her the bag with the diapers and pacifiers in it. They walked around without much incident for a couple hours or so. They would have thought it was horrible a couple days ago, because both had wet their diapers a couple times, but neither girl thought much about it now. Around 3:30 though things changed. The pains in Julia's stomach became more than just pain as she cramped up and bent over in pain. James came over and wrapped his arms around the cramping girl and kissed her face. He hugged her as the girl filled her diapers with several pieces of poop. James smiled at her as he saw the look of pain on her face turn to relief and then to disgust. He took her hand and they walked on. Kirsten made it another 45 minutes before she was really hurting. Unlike Julie however they were out in the middle of the mall in a large group of people. Kirsten tried to get James to go into a store but he just smiled at her as he led them on by the hand. Kirsten finally doubled over with pain and squatted down in the middle of tons of people. Everyone stopped to look to see what was wrong. They all went silent when by taking a closer look at the little girl they realized she was obviously wearing a disposable diaper. They went silent just in time to hear Kirsten fart loudly and then turn red as she began to fill her pants. Kirsten started pooping and did not quit pooping for a good 30 seconds. The little girl had never pooped so much at once. Some people gasped and stared as it was obvious the teenage girl had just pooped her diapers. Others just walked on as they felt pity for the tiny girl. James seeing a crowd drawing took Kirsten by the hand and led her away towards the bathrooms. Once they were out of the crowd though he continued to lead them as he had no intent of changing the girl’s extremely dirty diaper. Kirsten felt sick as her diapers were almost completely filled with her poop. Julie's poop had worked itself into a settled position stuck between her butt crack and the diaper, but Kirsten’s poop squished up against her skin with every step she took. Wherever she went the awful putrid smell of her diapers was in the air. James finally took the girls to the food court and ordered them some food. Julie pooped in her diapers again as they stood in line waiting for their food. Her diapers were now as full as Kirsten's and very wet as well. Kirsten on the other hand had held off wetting after she had pooped so much because she knew her pee would spread the mess up to the tops of her diaper completely filling it. When they got their food James made the girls sit down. Kirsten cringed as the huge mess squished all over her. She then gave into her aching bladder and let herself wet heavily into the diapers. The pee and the poop was all mixed together and Kirsten now smelled twice as bad as she did before. Julie was just as bad off as her fresh poop squished all over her when she sat down. James told the girls to eat and drink up and when they were both done he would change them. Kirsten and Julie ate their fastest meal yet and waited impatiently for James to finish his. When he did he took them by the hand and led them towards one of the diaper changing rooms. It took James almost a half hour once inside the diaper changing room, to get both girls cleaned off completely powdered and re diapered. Both girls looked as though they had just won a great prize or something as they walked out of the changing rooms in clean dry diapers. Kirsten's happiness quickly turned to dismay though. She had not been in her diapers for 30 minutes before she realized she was cramping up and would be pooping again. She looked pitifully at James begging him to change her after she filled the diaper. James felt some sympathy for the cute pathetic looking little girl and told them both that they had to leave for the movie in an hour and he would change them before they left for the movie theatre. Kirsten tried to hold off pooping as long as she could but she pooped her diaper, not quite as badly as the first time about fifteen minutes later. Julia tried to empty her bladder every 10 minutes as they walked around for the next hour. When the hour was up they headed for the changing rooms. When they were about half way to the changing rooms they were stopped suddenly as the heard a giggle of laughter followed by greeting of "Hey wait up!!!!!" James and the girls turned around to see a giggling girl running up to them. "Oh No!!!!!!" groaned Julie. "Hey Alissa!!!" said James as he gave the 14 year old girl a hug. "What the hell are you doing here" said Julie angrily. "Whoa sounds like your baby needs a nap" Alissa said to James as she ignored her sister’s question. She was about to say something else when she caught a whiff of the air around her. She turned around grinning and looked at Kirsten. "How come you’re so quiet Kirsten" She said with a huge grin on her face. "Shut up!!!!!" said Kirsten as she glared at her. "Wow how have you put up with these two so far!!!" said Alissa as she looked hopefully over at her sister to see if she had pooped her diapers too. "Oh I have my ways” said James as he smiled at the girls. They both stuck their tongues out at him. "Well I gotta get going unfortunately cuz mom dropped me off here a couple hours ago and I told her to come pick me up in 15 minutes" she said. "All right Alissa, I gotta get these two to the changing room any ways" James said as he hugged her goodbye. Alissa stopped by Julie and sniffed the air. "I didn't poop my diapers you little bitch!!!" Julie said as she glared at her. "Yeah I kinda figured that, since you smell 10 times better than Kirsten" Alissa said as she sighed. "You sure do smell like pee though" she said as she walked away smiling. "That damn little bitch!!!!" Kirsten said as they continued to the changing rooms. "I thought she was pretty damn funny" said James as they continued on. "Don't tell me you won't help us get revenge on her James???" Julie said as they continued to the changing rooms. "You really want my help???" asked James. "James I am wearing a shitty diaper, and right now I’m pretty damn pissed off at you. We did however do the exact same thing to you though." said Kirsten. "What she is saying is that we will forgive you in a couple years James" said Julie as she smiled at him. James couldn't help but laugh. "OK OK OK, enough of this, you are gonna make me feel bad for you two or something, we will talk about this after I’m done with you two" said James as he opened the door to the changing room. "Damn, it almost worked Jules" said Kirsten as she hopped up onto the changing table. "Shut up and lay down so I can clean your hot little ass off" said James as he began to untape her diaper. After a few minutes the three came out with Kirsten and Julie in fresh dry diapers headed to the movie theatre. Part 17 When they got to the car James told Kirsten to open up the pouch on their diaper bag on the side. Kirsten produced two bottles. "Is there no end James, I thought maybe you were gonna take it a little easy on us for the rest of the week now" Kirsten said. "Not a chance, by the way, I believe that was complaining, pacifiers are in while we walk into the theatre" said James as he smiled at them. "NO!!!!!!! I didn't say anything" Julie pleaded. "First of all count your stars they will only be in on the way in, cuz I want you drinking the whole movie, but besides, you look cute with a pacifier in your mouth Jules." James said as he patted her diapered butt. Julie and Kirsten drank the bottles down as they rode dreading every inch closer they came to the movie theatre. When they got their, he handed them the pacifiers and threatened to take their shorts off them if they didn't behave. Julie and Kirsten quickly put the pacifiers in their mouths and sucked away on them. James took them into the theatre and let them choose a movie they wanted to see. When they got in the theatre he let the girls take the pacifiers out of their mouths. They figured only about 100 people had seen them, but they were now safe in the dark theatre. James left and came back with large drinks for the girls and told them to finish them before the previews were over. When they started to complain James reminded them their shorts could come off and they would still be legally covered by their diapers. The girls sucked the drinks down before the previews got to the half way point. When the movie started the girls laid their heads on James' shoulders as they sat one on each side of him. James took his hand and stuck them down the front of each girl’s pants. He left them sitting on the girl’s diapers as he relaxed for a boring chick flick. The girls enjoyed the movie, and relaxing up against James. James didn't really watch the movie, he instead enjoyed feeling the girls wetting their diapers every half hour and rubbing their diapered crotches. The girls had no complaints about his hands, but didn’t especially enjoy the urine being rubbed onto them. When the movie was over James took the girls out to the car he pulled out the final four diapers and double diapered them both. "You can get changed out of them any time you want, but I am going to put you into your night diapers when I change you, and you won't be changed till morning after that. Basically, you might wanna make sure all your supper is in the back of your diapers before you get changed, cuz I doubt you wanna sleep in it again" James said as he smiled at them. "Thank you James" both girls said at the same time. "Yeah yeah, don't be too thankful, I still got plans for your girls for tonight and the next two days" James said as he drove them towards home. When they got home both girls sat in the living room and squatted down to try to empty everything out of themselves. James watched amused as the girls faces turned red as they filled the backs of their diapers. "I know I have never pooped this much in one day!!!" Kirsten said as she finished pushing out the last piece of poop. "Just wait till tomorrow" James said as he smiled at them. Julie and Kirsten went silent for about a minute and then continued to try to get everything out of themselves. After their diapers were full of all the poop and pee they could force out, they both asked him to change them. James got out several diapers for each of them and prepared them exactly the way he had seen Julie prepare his diapers for him the first night he was to be diapered. James took each girl and rubbed baby oil into their skin and then powdered them. James then took the diapers and taped them snugly on each girl. Next he put them into their sleepers and went to get them their bottles. The girls drank more bottles in that night then they had drank any of the nights before. He had one on each side of him and played with their hair as they drank the bottles with their heads in his lap. The girls’ bottles were all warmed and full of milk. The warm milk actually tasted good to them, but they couldn't help but think that everything they were drinking they would be wetting out into their diapers that night. They were just about asleep in his lap when he let them quit drinking and led the sleepy girls to their cribs. James let his room get cold that night he laid the girls into their cribs and cuddled them up in half a dozen blankets each. The cold air and the warm blankets made the room perfect to sleep in. James threw a couple extra blankets on the girls, knowing that it would be colder for them than for him since their wet diapers would get cold after a while. After James was sure the girls would be warm enough for the rest of the night. He pulled the covers around him and fell asleep. Part 18 The girls awoke early the next morning as usual, because they were extremely wet. Kirsten lay in bed wishing for a change but not wanting the day to begin so early. It was only 6:30 and she was still extremely tired. Julie peed her diapers without thinking twice and without caring. She had long since quit trying to keep herself from wetting the diapers. She sighed with relief as the pressure on her bladder subsided and she felt the warm liquid between her legs. James could hear the girls stirring in their cribs and decided to change them into dry diapers so they would lie still so he could sleep a while longer. He took Kirsten from her crib and untapped the wet diapers. He slid a new dry diaper underneath her and taped it snugly around her waste. Kirsten half stumbled and half walked back to her crib as she fell back into the soft blankets and went back to sleep. James next took Julie out of her crib. She was a little more awake than Kirsten. James looked at the crib and saw she had wet through her diapers and into the bedding. James changed her diapers as he had Kirsten's and led her back to his bed saying she didn't have to lay back down in her wet sheets. James pulled the blankets around him and Julie as he held her close to him. Julie drifted to sleep quickly as she felt James holding her close. Julie woke up slowly; she felt a familiar warm feeling in her crotch. A couple days ago she would wake up startled by this feeling, but lately she had gotten used to it and knew from habit she was wetting her diaper. She hadn't used a toilet in 6 days and she found that she wet herself unconsciously when she was asleep now. She was beginning to wonder if she ever knew any other way to go to the bathroom but in a diaper. She reached her hand down to feel how wet her diaper was but found a hand already on her crotch. Then she remembered!!!! She was sleeping in the bed with James. She looked up to see him looking down at her smiling. He had, had his hand on her diaper the whole time and felt her wetting it. She turned red instantly; her embarrassment was short lived though when she remembered he had been changing her wet and dirty diapers all week. "Is Kirsten awake yet???" she asked innocently. "Nope" said James, and with that he pulled the covers back over their heads and they kissed. After they had been at it for about 5 minutes James pulled the covers back off them. "Well I guess I better get some food ready so you two will have lots to fill your diapers with at the mall today" James said as he smiled at her. "OH COMMON!!!!!!" Julie whined. James just laughed as he got out of the bed. He looked in at Kirsten. She was still sound asleep. "Well I'm going to make some food, I'd wake up Kirsten if I was you, cuz if I gotta do it I'm gonna bring a bowl of warm water back with me to do it with." James said as he left the room. Julie shook her friend awake not wanting her to have to go through the embarrassment of wetting her diapers in front of both of them. Kirsten woke up and realized she needed to pee badly. She also noticed James wasn't there. "You think I can make it to the toilet before he gets back???" she asked Julie. "No I don't think you can make it to the toilet before I get back" said James as he walked back in the room. "Damnit" Kirsten said as she sighed. "Julie go out in the living room and watch TV for a few minutes, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes" James said. "What about me?Huh" asked Kirsten. "You are going to pee in your damn diapers so I can change you, cuz I don't feel like bringing you back down here in 15 minutes when you finally decide to wet yourself." said James as he stared at her. "Ok....." Kirsten replied meekly as she stared at the floor, Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssss . Soon she was on the floor and James was taping a dry diaper snugly onto her. James and Kirsten came up the stairs a few minutes later. James went into the kitchen to finish making breakfast while Kirsten set down next to Julie and looked at the TV. A goodnites commercial was on and Kirsten looked over at Julie and said, "I think I might need those after we leave here, I’m wetting the bed without waking up" Kirsten said with a bit of shakiness in her voice. "I know, I'm gonna need them to, and to think we used to laugh at the commercial" Julie said as she sighed. "Time for breakfast girls" James called from the kitchen. Julie and Kirsten rose slowly to their feet and walked to the kitchen. Part 19 James smiled as he saw the two girls trudge slowly into the kitchen for breakfast. Both were wearing only a t-shirt and a diaper. James fed the girls bacon, eggs, toast, and lots of orange juice. Julie could already picture herself walking through the mall filling her diapers with poop every half hour. She ate slowly as she thought 2 more days and 2 more nights and I'm out of here, no more diapers. When the girls had eaten enough to satisfy James he took them to dress them for the mall. James had saved the best outfits for today. Julie was dressed in a red and blue shirt that was extremely tight and didn't come down past her belly button. James put two diapers on her and then a pair of extremely tight shorts. The tops of her diapers and the tapes of the diaper stuck out the top of her shorts and would be easily seen by anyone who saw her. Kirsten was dressed similar but with a green and red shirt. Everyone that took any notice at all to the two teen age girls would easily see they were wearing disposable diapers under their shorts. The girls watched nervously as James stuffed a couple packages worth of diapers into a bag for them. "Its extremely hot out today" James said. "I don't want you two to get dehydrated so I'm gonna make sure you get plenty to drink which means plenty of wet diapers to change" he said as he stuffed several more diapers into the bag. When they girls got out to the car they realized James was definitely right about the heat. Their short outfits kept most of their bodies rather cool, but they were sweating badly inside their diapers within a few minutes. James gave them each a bottle filled with ice cold lemonade as they got in the car. The girls tried not to drink much at first, but they were so hot they found they had both finished their bottles before they were half way to the mall. James gave them both another bottle, they knew it was useless to try to fight what was inevitable. They were hot and thirsty, and had grown accustomed to wetting the diapers. They decided to drink as much as would make them comfortable and to wet the diapers as much as they needed to. After all, that’s what diapers are for Kirsten thought as she finished her second bottle. They had to park a long ways out from the mall because it was Saturday and busy. All the cars made the girls nervous as they walked to what seemed like certain embarrassment for the rest of the day. Both girls wet their diapers within the first hour of being at the mall. The diapers did their job absorbing their pee as it hit the soft cloth like material inside. The girls were surprised because they weren't noticed that much. Every once in a while someone would point, or they would hear people laughing behind them, but everyone pretty much minded their own business. It was around 11:00 AM when Kirsten started to feel her breakfast building inside her. Her diapers were now extremely wet and borderline soaked and she really didn't want to have to poop in them as well. Julie was squirming around as well, her diapers were wetter than Kirsten's and almost at capacity, and Julie's bladder was full again. "James we both gotta go potty, and our diapers are pretty well used up, can we have some fresh ones to go in??" Kirsten asked as they walked along. "I don't think I wanna change you till after we eat lunch" James replied. "James we are gonna leak all over if you make us wait that long!!!" Julie said desperately. "Well then" said James as he turned to Julie, Julie squirmed uncomfortably when she saw his glowing face. "I'll give you two a choice, you can stay in your current diapered state until lunch, or I can put two more diapers on each of you so u don't mess your clothes and leave a trail going down the mall for everyone to follow" he said as he began to lead them towards a changing room. The girls knew that 2 more diapers would mean even more bulk and embarrassment, but they also knew they had no choice. James led them inside the changing room where he added 2 more diapers to each of them. The girls felt extremely uncomfortable as they walked out of the changing room back to where everyone could see them. Julie felt herself let go of her bladder and felt her pee leaking out of the first two diapers into the two fresh ones. Kirsten however was in a much worse state. The 2 new diapers pressed the 2 wet diapers snugly up against her butt, making for a very tight fit. She grunted and pushed for almost a half hour as they walked around trying to give relief to her aching bowels. When she had finished she had a mess covering her entire butt. When it came time for lunch Julie was bowels were close to bursting. She unlike her best friend had no problem pooping though. A thick stream of diarrhea filled her diapers within seconds and the pressure and aching was over. Kirsten and Julie had been wetting plenty as they went from store to store as well and as they walked into the food court their now four diapers were once again at capacity. James took one look at the pitiful sight of the two girls and he led them to the changing rooms. When he had removed the wet diapers from the two girls they both lay on the floor of the changing room naked next to one another. James slid 3 fresh diapers underneath both of their butts and powdered them both. He fastened the tapes of the diapers one after another and made sure they were fit snugly to each girl. When they walked out of the changing room, they noticed they had spent almost 20 minutes in there. Kirsten and Julie felt absolutely wonderful wearing clean diapers again and now really didn't care who saw them much anymore. They were both very hungry from walking store to store all morning. James of course made sure they were full and then some. He sat at the table and waited for the two girls to finish their giant sized drinks and then they began to walk once again. Part 20 Kirsten endured endless wettings as she walked through the mall, it seemed like every time they walked into a new store she was peeing again. The diapers soaked up her urine like a sponge, as she peed several times the next 2 hours. Julie however was in alot worse condition. Her diarrhea kept up at an extraordinary pace and James had to take her to the changing room after only two hours of going into the stores. He gave her 3 new fresh diapers and made her drink plenty to keep her from being dehydrated. James also decided Kirsten was wet enough to change, so she was given 3 new diapers as well. The majority of the day was spent in stores James wanted to go in. The girls had dragged him through clothing stores when he was in diapers, now it was their turn to be bored. James took them in video game stores, sports stores, and anything else that interested him. When dinner time arrived both were ready to be changed again. Kirsten had pooped her diapers again and had a sticky mess covering her backside combined with some very wet diapers. Julie's diarrhea had finally stopped but not before she had squirted several more streams in the back of her diapers a couple hours ago. James took the girls out to the car and they headed over to Applebee’s to eat. James took the girls into Applebee’s, put their names in and then took them into the bathroom. The girls were nervous someone would come in, but no one entered the bathroom while he changed them in the handicap stall. James decided to give the girls some what of a break and only put one diaper on each of them. The girls were able to pull their shorts up high enough to cover most of the single diaper. They relaxed a little as they sat down in the booth to eat their dinner. James let the girls order as they wished and drink what they wanted. When they had all finished their meals James led them back outside. James had planned on spending the entire day at the mall, but they had been their all day, and been everywhere that he possibly could have wanted to go. So he decided he would just take them home and keep them around the house until he gave them the picture of Kirsten and let them out of their diapers. By the time James got them home their diapers were again wet. At the beginning of the week the girls would have been struggling and squirming desperately trying to avoid wetting the diapers. Instead the moment they felt any discomfort they now wet the diapers, because they had grown accustomed to it. It was only about 8:00 pm but James decided to put the girls’ night time diapers and their sleepers. Kirsten and Julie knew this meant no more diaper changes before morning. This bothered both of them quite a bit, and within and hour their nightmares were reality as both struggled with their aching bowels. James watched television and acted totally unaware of what was happening. Kirsten gave up first, and her pressure was relieved immediately as several large globs of poop shot out her butt and squished messily as it was pinned between her butt cheeks and the thick night time diapers. She turned on her stomach and laid their motionless as she relieved her bladder into the thirsty diapers. James walked over and helped Kirsten to her feet. It was now about 8:30 and he led her to her crib and locked her into it. Kirsten lay silent, she was tired but she was wondering if James was actually gonna make her stay this way for the rest of the night. Julie had only half given up when James walked back into the room. Her bowels struggled to let her mess out in the confines of her tightly taped diapers. James picked her up and sat down on the couch. Hey laid her across his lap on her back. Julie remembered this position she had once laid James in and knew what was coming. Julie squirmed as James began to massage her aching tummy. The pain was horrible and she squirmed desperately as she felt her bowels slowly pushing. She squirmed more as she felt a large piece of poop begin to push out her buttocks and into the diapers. Unlike the diarrhea from earlier in today her poop was very very solid. She cried as James continued to rub her stomach and more and more poop was slowly released into her diaper. It seemed like hours before Julie felt the last piece of poop push out into the diaper. She was still uncomfortable, she relaxed her bladder and wet heavily into the diapers. When she was finished James gave her several pats on her diapered butt and squished the solid mess tightly against her. James took her into the bedroom and laid her in her crib. He left the lights on and left the room. The two girls laid on their stomachs trying to avoid lying in their poop. They talked together while James sat out in the other room watching television thinking about what he would do next. When James entered the room at 11:00 pm the girls both sat wide eyed and looked out at him expectantly. James walked over to their cribs but instead of clean diapers he brought with him 6 bottles all containing coke. "3 bottles are loaded with diuretics, and 3 bottles are filled with laxatives, go ahead and pick two each of you" James said with a smile on his face. "I'm not drinking any of them, I'm already a mess" Kirsten said defiantly. "You will both drink them or the next place you see your little bedwetting picture will be at school" James said. Kirsten quickly picked 2 bottles, and Julie chose two bottles. The girls drank them up, "Well one of you is gonna be really wet, and the other one is gonna be really messy, cuz one of you chose 2 laxatives bottles, and the other chose two diuretic bottles" James said with a smile. The girls searched his face for who had drank which but could not find an answer. "You'll know soon enough" James said as he turned the lights out and climbed in bed. The girls moaned and pulled their covers over them, they both lay on their stomachs feeling their wetness pushed against their crotches. Neither wanted to lay in the mess that covered their backsides though. The girls tried to sleep but it wasn't long before it was figured out whose bottles were filled with laxatives!!! Part 21 Kirsten moaned loudly as her stomach cramped and intense pressure built in her abdomen. Julie was relieved that she hadn't drank the laxatives but felt horrible for her friend. Julie was herself quite uncomfortable though as her bladder no matter how many times she emptied it seemed to fill right back up. Julie lay their wetting while Kirsten lay in her crib in pain trying to fight a battle she knew she would ultimately not win. Kirsten tried to relax and she thought for a few moments. She realized she was hurting so bad that the feeling of her messy diapers which were already messy in the first place, and had experienced many times this week already, could not feel as bad as the pain she was experiencing while she tried to keep from pooping. Kirsten relaxed and farted extremely loudly as the contents of her bowels exploded into her pants. Kirsten felt a warm liquid exiting her butt, mixed with chunks of poop from her dinner exiting into her diapers at a rapid pace.....the back of her diapers were filled, and the diarrhea spread to the front of her diapers in no time. It now didn't matter how Kirsten lay because the mess was everywhere on her. Julie had heard Kirsten fart, but was preoccupied with the warm liquid that was exiting in between her legs once again. The first diaper was now absolutely soaked and her pee was soaking into the outer diapers rather rapidly.....Julie knew if her peeing kept up that she would be sleeping in wet sheets in no time. Kirsten felt a second wave of diarrhea hit her and she felt the mess oozing out the top of the first diaper. The next diaper was taped slightly higher on her and covered her belly button. She felt the warm diarrhea against her stomach and was forced to squirm as the warmth of the goo touched her. She was now sickened as the smell had escaped the many diapers she was wearing and was beginning to float heavily around her and spread to the rest of the room. James could now smell the horrible stench from his bed and soon had to get up. James walked out of the room with his pillows and fell asleep on the couch. In the early hours of the morning James was awoke by cries that were quite a bit louder than the normal my diaper is ucky cries he had heard from the girls. James hurried to his room and flipped on the lights. Julie was laying in a daze staring no where in particular out her crib. James turned his attention to Kirsten who was bawling. The stench in the room was now absolutely unbearable and as he walked over to the girl’s side he saw her cries were not only for her diapers. Kirsten lay in a rather large puddle of vomit that had been brought out from the smell of the diapers. James immediately felt absolutely horrible and picked Kirsten out of her crib immediately. He pulled her sleeper from her and could see the diapers held all of the girls mess but they had turned a sickening color from all that was inside them. He placed Kirsten on a plastic changing matt and immediately began to peel her diapers off her. When he reached the final diaper it clung to the mess that covered her skin. James gave a tug to reveal the girls crotch which was completely covered with her mess. James first tied up the plastic bag with the dirty diapers in it to cut the smell that was coming from them. He then quickly began to clean Kirsten off. When he had gotten most of the mess off and gone through almost half a package of baby wipes he began running water into the bathtub and placed her in it. James then took the messy diapers and wipes to the garbage and came back to check on Kirsten. James let the tub fill most of the way and then washed her body completely so she was completely clean. He was about to leave to go check on Julie, when Kirsten spoke to him for the first time since he had heard her cries. "James I really really need to pee" she said. James looked at her thought for a moment picked her up and sat her on the toilet and left to go check on Julie. Kirsten sat stunned on the toilet. What am I supposed to do she thought for a moment. She sat there for almost five minutes, doing nothing and then felt like a complete moron. She quickly emptied her bladder so that James wouldn't come back and change his mind, or maybe he hadn't even realized what he had done she thought as she wiped herself. She climbed off of the toilet and got back into the bathtub and relaxed in the warm water. Julie was lying wide eyed looking up at James when he entered. "Is Kirsten all right???" she asked. "Yeah she is fine" James said as he noticed Julie's bed was soaked, but not from vomit. "Well where is she???" Julie asked as James picked her up out of the bed. "I set her on the toilet cuz she had to pee" James said as he sat Julie on the floor and began to strip the wet sheets from her bed. "You what!!!!!" said Julie in amazement. " Do, do, do I get to go to the bathroom on the toilet???" she stuttered. "Nope, I didn't make you throw up all over in your bed and poop all over in your diapers" James said as he began to take Kirsten's vomit covered sheets off. "Well you made me pee in my diapers and pee in my bed" Julie said trying to sound convincing. "Well that’s not gonna be anything out of the ordinary, cuz I have a feeling you are gonna be wetting the bed for quite a while even after you go home" James said as he smiled at her. "Now come with me, I've got a dry diaper for ya in the bathroom, if you gotta pee you can go in that" James said as he put his arm around Julie and led her towards the bathroom. Once they arrived James bathed Julie as he had Kirsten, and then he diapered them both and put them in sleeping bags out in the living room while he fell back asleep on the couch. Part 22 Julie and Kirsten ate at the restaurant and returned home once again without much happening that hadn't happened before. James changed the girls’ diapers and used the last of the diapers to diaper them for bed. James told the girls that he was gonna let them sleep in until 11 and then they could get up take their own diapers off and leave when they wanted to. "What about the pictures???" Kirsten asked. "I'll set them all out in your car" James said as he locked the girls’ cribs and then got into bed himself. Julie and Kirsten’s minds raced all night and neither of them got much sleep between all the wetting and thinking they did. They wondered if they would be able to control their bladders right away or not. Julie had many thoughts of revenge on her little sister. She also had fears of who she might have told and the explaining she would have to do. 11 AM seemed to take days to arrive but when it did both girls had been awake for a couple hours already and both screamed for James to come unlock their cribs. James crawled out of bed and unlatched the cribs. The girls went into the bathroom took their diapers off and Julie peed in the toilet for the first time in almost a week. They both showered got their underwear and clothes on and got in their car and drove away. The pictures were in their car as James had promised and they destroyed them quickly. Neither girl found they had too much trouble aside from and accident or two with bladder control and were back to normal in less than a week. James wondered whether the girls were upset with him. Julie called him after a couple days and they had a long talk. Neither of the girls were very mad at him because they knew they had done the same thing to him. In fact Julie had gotten sick of her sisters teasing within an hour of getting home and she had already come up with a plan to get her sisters into diapers. James listened intently as Julie told him her idea. "So wanna help James?" Julie asked. "I dunno" said James hesitantly. "Common" Julie coaxed him, "Kirsten, you, and me, and none of us will be wearing diapers this time." "What was I thinking? When are we planning this" James asked. Julie hung up the phone after talking to James for another 10 minutes. "What's up diaper girl???" Alissa asked her sister in a mocking voice. Julie smiled to herself as she ignored the comment and called Kirsten to tell her the plan. The End
  2. The author of the old topic deleted it. Let's open a new one. A theme for those who want to share their getting wet in gray clothes. While I am sending archive photos, I will try to make new ones soon.
  3. 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)
  4. Since there is a gray and now red why not blue!!
  5. This thread is primarily for autistic people to write about their experiences. The experiences may involve, but are not limited to, online autistic trait sites, difficulty recognizing people, difficulty seeing another person's feelings, narrow interest range, anxiety among non-autistic groups, depression, stimming, famous autistic people and more. Many autistic people must fake normalcy to fit into their communities. Others avoid religious denominations requiring unified group emotions (because our feelings don't always link to those around us). We would like non-autistic people to understand autism is in our neural wiring and can not be changed at this time. In many cases we would feel quite uncomfortable (that we were not ourselves) if normalized. The autistic spectrum ranges from people who can't take care of themselves to exceptional research scientists.
  6. There's thread for most of the other colors, but couldn't find brown. Thought I start one for brown , khaki , tan , beige or anything in the brown spectrum. Wet matching tan panties with my wife.
  7. So I tried to see if there was a Wet Green as there was a Grey, then Red, then Blue. I couldn't find one so I started this one. Now all the RGB colors are done. Green is a more uncommon color but I thought it should be done as I have a couple green items myself. Anyway here it goes!
  8. I was really, really bored at work today. Lacking better ideas, decided to get around to writing a story I recently drummed up. Fun fact, the title stems back all the way to an idea I had cooked up easily a decade ago, but never did anything with. Whatever, but it's my first story here so thought I shared, hope it's enjoyable. Might write more later, might not - forewarning, this was stream-of-consciousness over the course of a workday afternoon, so I apologize if there's any obvious errors/mistakes. Without further ado, enjoy! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 1 - Meeting My New Mommy! Johnny was twenty years old, and he'd reached what felt like the most important (and strange) decision of his life: he was going to be a kid again. He was set to receive a rather sizable inheritance when he turned twenty-one, enough to set him well for his foreseeable life, as far as he could tell. However, he had to fend for himself until then, and without much luck getting a job that was going to be very difficult. Getting lower and lower on cash every day and with the only apartments he could find being obscenely overpriced, he was running out of ideas. That was when he'd found "Imagine That Care Services", while browsing the web and, lacking better plans, decided to click. No harm in checking, right? The site that greeted him was cutesy, with pastel pink and baby blues and building blocks meeting him, but clearly formatted for adults. Reading through the description, he was shocked to learn that it was indeed a 'care service', wherein he could pay money to be adopted temporarily by a 'mommy' or 'daddy' that would take care of all his needs: food, housing, clothes, all of it would be well bargained and done, no questions asked. What's more, the price they were asking per month was less than any apartment he'd found within 100 miles. This is it, he thought. This is my chance! I can use this to wait out the rest of my time until I can cash out on the inheritance and I'm all set! A thin smile tugged at his lips, but his wariness got the better of him - surely this was too good to be true, there had to be a catch. Scrolling through, he found it, something referred to loosely as ABDL - Adult-Baby Diaper-Lover. Apparently, he was quite literally going to be treated like a child by his mommy or daddy, and his actions (and reactions) would determine how that went. In the example listed, kids who were able to use the potty and were well-behaved - a strange way to put it - would be rewarded with more freedom, and those that didn't would be treated closer to actual babies. Mommies and Daddies had complete control over things at any and all times, and there was no refunding once a timeframe was set - quite literally, it was all or nothing. Johnny weighed his options for the rest of the night, and got very little sleep in the process. He'd kept looking for other options, but there was nothing: no apartments, no jobs, no nothing. Finally, come morning, he'd made up his mind: desperate times called for desperate measures, and Johnny was indeed desperate! It's only for a year, then I can do whatever I want. Besides, it's all self-enclosed, no one's gonna know - I'll just tell my folks I got an internship or something and it was for a new company and they made me sign a non-disclosure. I'll just behave, pretend I'm livin' the old days of life and drink juiceboxes on a playground for the rest of the year. Easy. His mind made up, Johnny began writing an email to Imagine That. Their response was received promptly, and it involved a fairly straightforward set of rules for the agreement: Imagine That was its own separate 'facility' covering the size of a small town or perhaps even city, from what he could tell, so anyone he met would be involved with the project or working for it, so there was no risk of his personal life being ruined elsewhere. He had access to choose a Mommy or Daddy to care for him, whom would essentially have authority over him for this process. All Mommies and Daddies were thoroughly vetted, sexual misconduct would be treated harshly, no refunds, and several other bits and bobs he didn't feel like committing to memory. He read through it all to ensure no loopholes, but really his mind was preoccupied with what he needed to do: the better he behaved and the more he listened to his 'parent', the better he'd be treated, the more freedom he'd have and the easier time he'd have, too. Scrolling through the online list, he'd decided on going for a Mommy: it'd be 'less weird' and if he was lucky she'd be really hot, too. The listed intros, pictures and bios were somewhat interesting, if keeping him a bit excited, but he tried to keep focused. Eventually, he settled for a nice-looking woman probably in her early thirties, though realistically he had no way of knowing, was terrible at guessing that kind of thing and forgot to actually look. She was quite gorgeous, flowing auburn hair and sparkling green eyes and a smile to die for. According to what the page said, she described herself as 'encouraging the best from her little ones', and that she wouldn't treat them unfairly but rewarded hard effort. It seemed like his best bet, some of the others had some rather interesting ideas about who they'd be caring for. Do people actually like this whole baby and diaper thing? Weird. He hesitated a bit at her usage of words like 'little ones' and 'active help with potty training', but again, he saw no better options, so he went with it. Several hours later and he had his confirmation: a quick payment online and all that was left to do was show up the next day. He quickly penned a message to his family, letting them know about an exciting new internship he was starting and how he'd be out of contact for the next year while he worked there. Grinning to himself and how clever he sounded and with the prospect of easy money on his hands, he ended the day plotting how he'd play his hand for the next year. The facility itself wasn't especially marked or anything, just seemed like a large - very large - gated community and assorted buildings of sorts. It wasn't until he entered past the gate with a printed-off proof of purchase that he realized there was basically a self-serving community in here, fully self-sufficient: to an outsider, it just looked like a campus of some kind, but internally there's be practically limitless self-sustainability. He walked down a path through a dense mass of trees until he came to a building marked as 'Admissions'. Entering, he was greeted with a rather strange feeling, as it was mostly empty of newcomers this early in the day and the desk lady looked like she was literally running a kindergarten, exaggerated smile and speech with goofy, pastel-pink dress. Always the pastel pink, he thought to himself. "Hi!" she greeted him sweetly, and he couldn't help but smile lightly in response. "Welcome to Imagine That! How can I help you, young sir?" He handed her his information. It felt weird, not having any luggage - he almost felt like he was taking a vacation, but his instructions said no personal effects were needed, and he wouldn't have access to them for the duration of his stay. After checking things over and giving him an approval sticker to put on his shirt, she told him to sit nearby and await the arrival of his mommy, whom would help him from there. While waiting, he saw two people walking outside: a woman in adult clothes, obviously a mommy, leading a girl who looked like they were about Johnny's age by the hand quite gruffly. She was dressed in short overalls and a spotted t-shirt, with short booties that made her look like a picturesque kindergartener, and she held one hand up to her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. Johnny couldn't help but notice a wet patch in the shape of crescent moons on her butt as she walked by, and it connected the dots in his mind. Guess she's going back a grade, Johnny thought. He wanted to snicker, but couldn't avoid a growing feeling of unease. That girl looked about my age - she shouldn't have pissed her pants, unless she wanted to? But what if something happened while she was here... the thoughts increasingly worried him, and he began to wonder if he'd made a mistake coming here. But it was too late now - he'd just have to be careful. While mulling this over, he heard the door nearby and turned to look. As expected, there was his Mommy, Julia. "Hi Johnny!" She wore a somewhat normal-looking red shirt and black slacks, very businesslike, and as she approached she opened her arms up and hugged Johnny. He blushed, suddenly assaulted by perfume and the gentle touch of a woman, but timidly returned the hug all the same. It wasn't like him to submit so immediately, but everything about her seemed to scream 'mommy' to him, and he felt like a smaller child again. "Hi, Mommy," he stammered, remembering from a training packet that he should refer to his mommy or daddy like so unless told otherwise. "Ohhh, you're so cute!" she practically squealed with joy. "Alright, I'm sure you have so many questions, so let's get to it! Let's go check out your new home with me, mkay?" He nodded, at a loss for words. Gently, she took him by the hand and lead him out the side doorway further into Imagine That, thanking the desk lady by name as she did. She returned a gentle fingers-only wave to Johnny as he left, and with his free hand he did the same. It almost felt like he was leaving his adult life behind in the process, and with each passing minute Johnny felt more and more like he was back to being a kid again. Eyes on the prize, Johnny - this is the easiest, no, the only way to get your inheritance. You can do this, just play by the rules. Julia drove a maroon minivan, and when she opened up the side door for him he noticed that there was a booster seat in place of a normal seat. When he hesitated, she looked at him at first with confusion, but then realized. "What's wrong, Johnny?" "Well..." he stammered, not wanting to make a mistake early on: first impressions were important. "I-I just, didn't know I'd be in a b...a b-baby seat, already." Julia looked quizzical. "It's a booster seat, not quite the same." She patted its soft seat as if to prove a point. "So, you think you're a big kid, then?" "Uh-huh!" he nodded up and down enthusiastically, not wanting to press her buttons. Keep it cool, keep it cutesy: show her, don't just tell her. I'm not like that girl at the admissions booth, but can't be too mature either. "I'm a big kid!" Julia beamed. "Okie! If you say so." She patted the seat again. "Alright, well even big kids can use a booster seat to be safe, you know. Let's just use it for now, and you can use a normal seat later, mkay?" Not wanting to press his luck any farther, Johnny acceded, clambering up into the van. He felt Julia's hand on his bum, politely pushing him up and towards the seat as if he needed assistance. "Up you go, mister," she cooed, and he plopped down on the seat. He was about to buckle himself in when he realized her hands were in the way and already doing it for him. He stopped, as much from surprise as submission, and watched as she buckled up the belt between his crotch and down his shoulders and chest. It was a three-point seatbelt, and his feeling of childishness increased. Still, it was only temporary, so he let it go. A few minutes later and they were carefully driving down the road, somewhat open country territory with a small town nearby. To the left, Johnny recognized what must have been a park, though it was too far away to see much detail. Some soft music played from the radio, and Johnny decided to ask his questions. "So, um, Julia-" "Oh, you can just call me 'Mommy', sweetie," Julia assured him from the driver's seat. "Okay, Mommy," he fumbled the words, then continued. "So, do we live with anyone else?" "Not yet," Julia admitted. "Right now, you're my only little one! But maybe one day you'll get a brother or sister to live with us, won't that be fun?" He thought about it, and the answer was no. That'd be embarrassing, especially if they were all babyish and whatever. What if Mommy made him change their diapers? Ew. "Yeah, that'd be kinda cool," he lied. "What about you, do you have any friends here?" "Yeah! My friend Debbie has a really nice pair of girls, maybe we can say hi to them at the park later? I'm sure they'd love to meet you." "Are they about my age?" "Hmm..." Julia seemed to think on this for a few seconds. "Well, Alice is the older sister, and she's almost potty-trained, so she'd be about your age, I think. The little sister, Lily, is about the same age but she's still having some trouble with the toilet, so she still has to wear diapers. But they'd both be fun to play with, they'd really like to meet you!" "Sure!" John blurted, still processing this information. They sound...young. But they're my age? "But, I'm a big kid, I'm potty trained." He felt weird saying such childish words, but his options were limited. Julia seemed like this held importance, so saying such things - no matter how repetitively - would surely yield results. "Okie," she said again. "But don't feel like you have to push yourself too hard, okay? Mommy will help make sure you're doing your best." She doesn't believe me? Johnny frowned. "You'll see!" He did his best to do a pouty, bratty voice. Make it believable, you're a kid again. "I don't need to wear stupid diapers like some of the kids around here..." This elicited a long series of giggles from Julia. "Okie, Johnny," she finally said with a knowing tone. Johnny couldn't figure it out, but it wouldn't be easy to convince his Mommy until he proved it. But, the only way to do that would be to just not pee his pants like that girl earlier. ...that should be pretty straightforward. Just use the bathroom like a normal kid would, tug her shirt and ask if you can go potty. Easy. He'd seen plenty of kids do it before all over, heck he kinda remembered those days. Wasn't a big deal, just do the same here until she was 'sure' he could do it on his own. Would be done by the time the week was out. They drove in silence for a few more minutes before reaching a suburb, and somewhat down the line they pulled into a normal-looking house. The garage door opened as they approached, and the minivan fit neatly inside. Once the door was shut and the vehicle had shut off, his mommy unbuckled and stepped out, opening the side door for him. He was tempted to try and remove his own belt, but remembered their earlier mix, so he just sat there and waited for her to come around, unbuckle his straps and help him step out and into the garage. It was somewhat plain, nothing major stored around, no smell of grease or oil anywhere. She simply lead him up the couple short stairs and into his new home: their home. Chapter 2 - At the Park for Potty Time The house was clean, almost immaculate. The carpets were fluffy, the white walls were pristine and a gentle bleeze blew sweetly through the house from ceiling fans suspended high above the living room. "Alrighty, so this is home!" Julia was enthralled at just about everything, it seemed: everything was exciting, made her happy, on and on it went, no matter what she did. She was...well, she was like a mommy, plain and simple. It began to occur to Johnny that she was doing it for his sake, but he tried not to bite the bait. Remember, this is just a placeholder for the year: you don't need to go all the way, just behave and be good in her eyes and this will be smooth. "Where's my room," he started. "-Mommy?" he quickly added. "Oh! Almost forgot," she started quickly to the other side of the living room. "Right in here!" It was a short hallway, on the right was a door that lead into his room. He felt his eyes widen in disbelief as he did. It was a nursery: it was that sickly, baby-pink he'd seen everywhere on the walls and wallpaper, though the walls themselves were white. There were a few teddy bears in one corner, a rocking horse oversized so that even he could fit on it, a dresser that had babyblock stickers and silly animals on the drawers and had other babyish paraphernalia atop it, complete with a few bottles, pacifiers, bibs, bonnets and a small stack of oversized diapers. The closet in the corner was partially ajar, and inside could be seen a rather hefty surplus of babyish clothes sized for what he assumed would be himself, and more and more stacks of diapers behind them, seemingly without limit. Truly, it was as if he'd set foot into hell itself. Keep it cool, he told himself, his mind racing. She does this all the time, I'm obviously not the first and I won't be the last, so she has to stock other things as well, right? Leftovers, for future people, whatever. Doesn't have to mean it's for me, just make sure you behave! "Um, Mommy," he struggled to keep a gentle, kid-like voice as he folded his hands behind his back sheepishly. "I-I don't need..." his lips failed him, unable to mention the dreaded rest of the sentence. Julia sat down on a baby stool, gentle patting his back. "Honey, I know you say you're potty trained, and that you're a big kid and all the rest, but mommy just wants to be absolutely certain, okay?" When he didn't reply, she continued. "What if you have an accident and ruin your undies? Right now I just want to make sure you can hold your pee like a big kid, and if you can do that I promise you we'll get you a bigger-kid bed and room to use. Fair?" It was the best he was going to get - new objective, don't pee pants. Easy enough. "Okay," he croaked, nodding enthusiastically, though his face felt numb. Julia smiled before hugging him. "Let's get you dressed, then." She laid out a changing mat and ordered him to lay on his back. He felt wrong, laying there so helpless as his Mommy took off his clothes, first starting with his jeans and then his t-shirt, followed by his socks and then his underwear. He lay there, buck naked, while he heard a crinkling sound from the closet as she brought over a diaper, white with purple sides and swirls on it. She knelt back down beside him, looking bright and cheery as always. She lifted his legs up after opening up the diaper, sliding it underneath his rear end as she set him back down on it. It was soft, and he felt a mixture of comfort and horror as she adjusted the back end of it to the right fit. Settling his legs down, she folded the diaper up and over his crotch, making sure his thing was pointed downwards and the diaper fit nice and snug. It felt somewhat crowded, but was still soft enough like wearing a blanket. He resisted the urge to cry as she snugged up his - the diaper against him as tight she could without making it uncomfortable, then secured it with one tape for the left and one for the right. "There!" she admired her own handiwork, gently patting the front. "All done." Reluctantly, he looked down at the poofy white ridiculousness staring back at him. It's not for long, just do what you've done since you were like three and you'll be fine, dude, he kept telling himself. It took a few tries, but he was starting to feel more confident about it. It's like a rite of initiation at a fraternity or something, that's all - something silly to make you doubt yourself, but all you gotta do is slog on through it and on the other side you'll be rockin' it! That's all this is, just her silly version of a rite. He let her help him up to his feet, hearing the diaper crinkle as he did, contort around him as he repositioned. She walked over to the closet again, and he observed his new padded prison - it wasn't quite as large as he'd expected, though he imagined it'd stick out under his clothes really hard. Then again, most of the 'kids' here probably had the same, so he doubted they'd laugh, especially after how Julia had described those other kids her one friend had. He patted it gently, and it quietly responded with more crinkles and scrunchy sounds. He would've laughed under other circumstances - under these, anything but. When he looked up, Julia was holding something that stopped him in his tracks: that's right...they didn't have me bring any of my own clothes. She held what he could only describe as a girl's onesie, a pink horror with yellow and purple shapes on its shoulders with a matching skirt to go with. "Isn't it cute?" Julia was excited beyond words, for sure. "I made sure it's the right size and everything, you're going to look just adorable in it! Here, let's make sure it fits." "But I-" he started, but she was already hiking his arms up and she dropped the onesie down atop him, pulling it down until it reached his shoulders and making sure his arms fit through the holes. He stood there, agape and holding his arms out to his sides as she pulled it down and snapped the front and back together around his crotch, reminding him that he was wearing diapers again as it pulled everything up tight to him. He could move just fine, but where before the diaper was slightly loose it now hugged him from the bottom up like its life depended on it. He felt his lip quiver as she lifted up his feet one at a time into the skirt, then rose it up much higher than he'd expect, until she zipped it up and adjusted it to his waist for good measure. Once he was sure she was done, she stared in glee at a wall mirror he hadn't even noticed. He nervously turned to it, appalled at what he saw. He began to realize that he really looked like a toddler at this point, some dress-up doll for an adult to gawk at as 'cute' for their own gain. Julia hugged him again contentedly. "Okay kiddo, what say we go hit the park up and meet some new friends? I know Debbie's girls would just love to meet you!" "W-what? Go out to the park, in this?" Johnny couldn't believe his ears, he couldn't go out like this! Closed-off area or not, this was embarrassing beyond description. I mean, everyone else was probably much like so, but...what other choice did he have? His mommy wanted to do it, so even if he protested she'd have every right to make it so. He couldn't find words beyond his stammering to keep going, but Julia seemed to pick up on his concern. "It's okay, Johnny - I know it's all very new and weird and wonderful, but Debbie's kids are really nice, and fun: you'll get along great. As for the clothes, well, you gotta prove to me you're a big kid, remember?" She pinched his cheek lightly as he nodded. "Show me you can hold your pee like a big kid. You can do that, I'll make sure we get you all the nice big kid clothes you'll ever need. Mkay?" She checked her watch. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal - if we get back this afternoon from the park and your diaper is still dry, I'll take you out first thing tomorrow shopping and we'll call you potty trained. Deal?" She threw around the word 'potty trained' like it was some great big deal: he hadn't pissed himself since he was a kid, it wasn't going to be some enormous challenge. Why did she keep talking about it like that? Was it just part of the 'game' going around here, like it was optional if he was into that ABDL thing he kept reading about? Was this his chance to 'choose' if he was into that kind of thing? He decided it didn't matter - all he needed was to stay in Julia's good graces, obey the rules and play nice. If he did that, he'd have an easy time here and could put it behind him later. After all, what was spending a day or even a week being dressed like a toddler compared to living years on end on Easy Street? A fair trade, in his mind.. He nodded slowly, agreeing to her terms. "You'll see...I'm a big kid." He said it without enthusiasm, and when he saw she looked less convinced than usual - were such a thing possible - he added some new energy to it. "I don't need diapers! I'll be dry when we get back, I promise." She smiled. "Alright, it's a deal! Now, let mommy get her stuff around and then we'll go to the park." She kissed him on the forehead and stood up, moving about with diligence whilst humming a tune of some kind. He kept a small eye on her, adoring her for how practiced she seemed. She was slightly taller than him, and though she was quite feminine in appearance she had a rather marked strength when she'd consoled him over the course of the day. And her figure...no, he tried not to look at her like that. That was something that could get him on a one-way ticket out of here, best not to think about it like so. It took several minutes, but she seemed to pack everything she needed up and out to the car - a small cooler with drinks and snacks, a collapsible but large stroller (something he hoped they wouldn't be using), and a large bag not unlike a purse, which she seemed to put baby supplies in. He assumed these would be for her friend, given one of the girls she cared for seemed to still be - he had to remind himself he was seriously saying these words to himself - still needed to wear diapers. He grew wary, watching Julia place several diapers from his own closet as well as a spare outfit into the diaper bag, but otherwise paid it little heed. He wouldn't need it, as he would soon prove. Once all the provisions were loaded, Julia lead him back to the minivan, seated him inside, buckled him in and handed him a juice box for the ride, along with some crackers. He munched and sipped contentedly along the way, even forgetting the attire and circumstances he wore for a short while. However, by the time the few-minute drive was up. Pulling into the parking lot, there were multiple other cars present, most either minivans or SUVs of some kind, but most of the people from them seemed to already be at the playground, or walking around the circumference on a paved path. Johnny determined rather quickly that, as he'd suspected, the overwhelming majority seemed to be a mommy/daddy and their 'little ones', most of whom further were wearing childish attire, being either guided by hand, carried or wheeled about in strollers. Julia needed a little bit extra to get things ready, so he sat in his booster seat for a bit longer this time, observing the people that passed on the nearby trail. That 'kid' looked like a kindergartner, that one was babied up, that one looked almost normal aside from a puffy hip area that belied their true undergarments...finally, Julia's voice brought him back to reality as she undid his buckles. To his dismay, she had indeed fetched the stroller, and once freed of the seat she helped lift him onto it, buckling up his legs into it. He leaned back, not having much choice, and smelled the faint sickly aroma of talcum powder. It occurred to him that the diaper bag must have been right below him, and he wrinkled his nose at the thought. As she wheeled him towards the playground and the other 'mommies' nearby, he looked about for a restroom, just in case...there, there was on nearby, and a couple portapotties as well. Jackpot - I'm safe. Once they approached a bench adjacent the sandy playground, another woman slightly older than Julia - but similarly gorgeous - waved them over. "Hi Julia! Ohhhh, is this Johnny?" "MmHm!" Julia brought them to a stop and went over to hug Debbie. "He's still getting used to things, so I thought it'd help to say hi to the girls." "Oh! They'll be thrilled," Debbie waved over to a pair of girls roughly Johnny's age, one sporting a short skirt that barely draped down her thighs, the other wearing clothing not-dissimilar to his own. "Girls! Auntie Julia's here with her new little one!" The girls gave up their sandcastle and came over shyly, as Debbie introduced them. "Alice is my eldest, she's been a really big girl lately and is doing a really good job of helping her little sister, Lily! She's trying really hard to potty train like her big sister, but she'll get it soon." Debbie was enthralled with her own 'daughters', and as Julia helped him out of the stroller, he couldn't help but feel at ease. They're in the same predicament I am, nothing to be embarrassed about. Once free and on his own two feet, he waved sheepishly. "I'm Johnny," he replied quietly. "Nice to meet you." "Nice to meetchu," Lily cooed, almost babylike in voice. Johnny just smiled, pretending not to notice." "Nice to meet you too," Alice grinned. "Let's go play!" With that, she took him by the hand and lead him over to the sandbox, with Lily close behind. They mainly just enjoyed some time together, making up whatever silly things they'd do as 'young' kids again, making sandcastles and destroying them, playing tag, going up and down the slides, clambering all over the jungle gym, monkey bars, you name it. Johnny would never have admitted it, but he was really having a great time. Shortway through, he was starting to get a bit hot, but mommy Julia, in her infinite perception, noticed and brought over a nice and cold juice box. While sipping on it, she'd also tied up a baby bonnet over his head, but for what little shade it offered he couldn't really argue. To his chagrin, Julia also decide to give him a diaper check at that time, scuffing at his thighs and feeling around his behind: he assumed the reason for his skirt being run so short was to make this easier. Satisfied that he was still dry and having thoroughly embarrassed him, she gave him a soft pat to go for it. After that, it was back to playing, and before he knew it he'd completely lost track of time. As they sat up in the playground, under a shaded area by the top of the slide, just sitting around and giggling and joking around, Johnny finally asked something that'd been on his mind. "So...how long have you been here? Like, with De- your mommy, I mean?" Alice scratched her head. "A couple months. It's been really fun, mommy's really nice. She doesn't push us too hard, let's us do our own thing." She shrugged. "Pretty easy, honestly." Johnny nodded, looking at Lily close by. "So...she still wears...diapers?" Alice looked at him quizzically. "Lily? Yeah, for now. Like I said, mommy doesn't really push us too hard, so we're allowed to do potty training at our own pace. Lily still doesn't quite have a handle on it, so she still pads up most of the time. Why?" Now it was Johnny's turn to look quizzical. "It's just...I don't know, thought it was a little odd, that's all. L-like not in a bad way! Just, caught me off guard. I-I mean, you're-" he hesitated. It took a moment, but Alica looked a tad devilish. "I mean, you're still wearing diapers, aren't you?" "That's just because Jul- I mean, because mommy wants to make sure." "Make sure of what, hmm?" "...make sure that I'm potty trained. Which I am, I don't need to wear diapers, it's just so she knows for sure. Come tomorrow, I'll be nice and up and back to normal, you'll see!" Alica snorted. "Yeah okay." "What?" "Nothing, just I've met a lot of kids who say that kind of thing: most of them aren't telling the truth." She brushed the sand off of her hands for a moment. "Potty training's hard, Johnny: don't be so quick to make fun of it." Potty training...hard? Was this a joke? "So, how'd you do it?" "It's hard. Still working on it." For the first time, she lifted up her miniskirt just enough so Johnny could see, and he realized that she was wearing some kind of diaper that looked like underwear. It was padded, but significantly thinner and smaller. Come to think of it, Julia had mentioned something about pull-ups, didn't she? "But it has its benefits: I can wear big-kid clothes now, and I'm forgiven if I have an accident or two in a day, so long as I don't leak." She smiled, not in the gentle way Julia had, but in a sardonic way, as if challenging him. "I'm curious whether or not you're as big as you say." Johnny tried to put on a brave face: something about her words unsettled him. "I'm a big kid and I don't need stupid diapers: you'll see. When I go home today I'll be high and dry, and you'll still be in your training pants." Alice snorted again. "If you say so, Tinkle Trousers." Johnny was about to retort, but Lily joined in on the conversation at this point: "Johnny hafta wear diapers too?" Johnny was about to retort, but thought better of it. Lily was asking a harmless question, if he made her cry or something he'd be in for it. "No, but mommy's making me do it for now just to be safe. Johnny's a big boy, he can wear underwear." "Under-where?" Lily asked. "He means undies," Alice clarified, like this was some revelation. "Johnny says he's potty trained, that he can just wear undies. He's full of it." "Am not!" "Am too." Lily nodded. "Johnny's potty trained? Wowwwww, that's really cool! I wanna be like Johnny some day." This stopped any further bickering between Alice and Johnny, and with a pointed look of derision the two once more began a three-way game of tag. Some time later, while halfway up the stairs, Johnny paused. All the juice and water he'd drunk over the course of his playtime was starting to catch up, and he felt a small need to pee beginning to grow. "...hm? What's up?" Alice asked. After a few seconds, she began to figure it out. "Oh? Does someone need to go pee-pee?" "Ngh," Johnny grunted. "I'm okay, just gonna need to go soon." "Hope it's not too soon, got a ways in the day left, 'big boy' - you wouldn't want to pee your pants in front of Lily, would you?" "I'll be fine." He turned around and walked back to where the adults sat, Julia and Debbie having been joined by another female friend. He stood nearby, but before he could say anything hesitated - he didn't want to interrupt, but they wouldn't stop talking. Finally, he gently tugged at Julia's shirt, and she looked over immediately. "Hi honey, what's up?" Johnny suddenly felt very babyish in from of the three women, remembering what he was wearing. One hand gently played with the hem of his skirt. "I, uhm...I gotta go potty..." he whispered. "Hm?" She asked, having not quite heard him, or at least he assumed. Internally groaning, he spoke up a bit louder. "I gotta go potty." "Gotta go potty?" She looked at her watch again. "Sweetie, I thought you said you were a big kid, that you could hold it?" "I can-" "Well, you gotta hold it awhile longer, remember? You gotta show you're potty trained, gotta hold your pee like a big boy." Then need to go grew exponentially every time she said something childish and demeaning. Both his hands were now fiddling with his skirt. "But I gotta go!" he protested, his voice becoming more childish. Debbie had to put a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing, but Julia frowned. "I know, but you're never gonna be a big kid if you can't hold it. Besides, you told mommy you didn't need diapers, remember?" The bathroom was literally a stone's throw away. Couldn't she just take him there and go? "Uh-huh, bu-" he started, but she cut him off again. "So, little mister, if you want to be a big kid you need to act like a big kid." She poked him gently in his bellybutton, as if to drive a 'stern' point. "So keep that diaper dry if you wanna say you're potty trained and don't need diapers. Got it?" He was speechless. Seriously? Potty training means I gotta hold it for, what, until you say? Is there a timer? A limit? What gives? Seeing no way out, he nodded a couple times. "Good," her voice softened. "Now, run along and play with your friends, okay?" She kissed him on the forehead again, and he dejectedly walked back to the playground. Nearby, a girl was sobbing incoherently as her daddy changed her diaper on the edge of the playground, while what he could only assume was her brother stood nearby. Alice smirked as he walked by. "Better not pee your pants, big baby," she whispered. He ignored the remark - he was close to winning his bet with mommy, he just had to keep going. More playing, more running around, and Johnny was stuck with an eternal reminder that he needed to pee. Had it been a 'normal' day, he would've gone easily an hour ago, or so he reckoned. Now, he had no idea of when he'd be allowed to. Every so often, Alice would pat him on the butt and giggle and taunt him about a 'diaper check', and no amount of insisting he was try would alleviate this. He squirmed from time to time, but he still bravely held on. At one point, Lily had peed in her diaper during a particularly lively game of tag, and had had to go back to Debbie for a change. Johnny had watched it from afar, wondering if that was to be his fate. And yet, Lily seemed like it was the most normal thing in the world - she was shorter than most, and while she could 'pass' for a baby compared to the others, the fact she so willingly pissed herself and went to an adult to be changed was...hard to wrap his head around. When they'd come back, Alice had whispered in his ear, "Before you leave, your mommy's gonna have to change your diaper, pottypants." They'd continued playing, and once or twice Julia had called him over for an official diaper check, and every time he'd been dry. The other women she sat with had marveled at this, and congratulated him with words and applause when he'd been dry, each and every time. Not in a mocking way - truthfully, they were impressed. This gave him a feeling of hope, one that rapidly decayed once he tried to play further with the girls and the feeling of I need to pee returned, stronger every time. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He stood in the middle of building a sandcastle, both hands on his crotch and jumbling from side to side. "Gotta go?" Lily asked innocently. She really had no concept of having to hold, apparently. "I can hold it..." Johnny mumbled, straining. He was dimly aware of Alice smirking to herself, but otherwise ignoring him. "I'll be right back," he huffed, then danced his way over to his mommy. Once more, she talked quite fervently with her friends, and he stood to the side trying his best quite literally and figuratively to hold it in. "Mommy I really gotta go potty now!" he blurted, all shame of kidtalk out the window. She looked over at him. "Johnny, if you can't hold it like a big kid, then you're gonna have to go potty in your diaper." She said it so matter of factly Johnny could scarcely believe it. "Big kids can hold their pee. You said you can, so you need to do it. If you can't, that's okay, but then let's be honest that you aren't potty trained, okay? Then we can work on it from there." He continued squeezing, trying not to lose. He was starting to feel tears coming on from the exertion. "I dun need diapers-" he stammered, trying to keep it alive. If he could say it, surely it would remain true. Nearby, their friend started cooing. "Aww, look how cute he is, trying to hold it. He's trying really hard, Julia, but I don't think he's gonna make it. Look at him, he's potty dancing!" Julia pursed her lips. "Big boys shouldn't have to potty dance." She placed her hands on Johnny's shoulders, gentle yet firm. "I don't think you're one, Johnny. It's okay, but don't be dishonest with mommy or yourself. If you can't hold it, then it's okay to go peepee in your diaper." She talked to him like he was literally a toddler, nay, less than that...she always did, the other adults did, they literally acted like he was a child, or even a baby. It began to dawn on him that he was going to face an uphill battle through this place, much like a real child does in the real world. They weren't going to take it easy on him, he was going to have to fight really hard for it. Taking a deep breath, he forced his legs to stop quivering, slowly took his hands away from his crotch and gripped the hem of his skirt. He felt his feet fidget a little bit here and there, but otherwise stood his ground. Julia nodded, placing a hand around the edge of his diaper to check it for wetness: satisfied, she nodded again, reaching into her purse nearby. "I'll hold it like a big boy, Mommy, I'll be dry. I can-" he felt something enter his mouth as her hand moved with practiced swiftness. "I'm sure you will, honey." She smiled gently, then went back to conversing with her friends. It took several moments to realize she'd slipped a pacifier in his mouth. He wanted to spit it out, but something internally just sucked on it, trying to distract himself from the fact that he was not in fact capable of holding it for much longer. It hurt, and he had to struggle very had to stay dry. Tears continued to well up in his eyes. He shifted from foot to foot a bit more vigorously now, starting to revert back to his 'potty dancing' again. Johnny was dimly aware of Alice and Lily now watching him from afar, probably gloating about his imminent defeat...no! No, he couldn't lose to the likes of them: Alice could at least get away with wearing pull-ups, she had to have surmounted this challenge before then, right? He had to win. So he had to pull out all the stops. He started pottydancing again, trying to push the shame past him. Some of the adults that milled about stopped to look at him and smile to themselves, probably assuming he was at his limit. The pressure increased, and he started shaking and trembling nigh uncontrollably as he did. He made little whimpering noises from behind his pacifier as he sucked like mad, the pain getting heavier and heavier as he felt like a massive weight had been set on his bladder. After what seemed like minutes of this, the pain finally crested and he felt a little leak. His eyes went wide with surprise as he realized he couldn't hold it anymore, and with a final, pathetic whimper forever muffled by the rubber pacifier in his mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut and subconsciously squatted down a couple inches, hearing a gushing noise like high-pressure water from a hose running down a gutter. As he heard this, he began to feel warmth flow through his diaper, pooling about between his legs and under his butt, slowly crawling up his backside as he unconsciously pushed harder, peeing forcefully into his diaper as tears started to roll down his eyes: he wanted to stop, but try as he might be couldn't, and he felt the warm-then-wet padding begin to sag around him. Finally, it began to subside, and he stood here, slowly standing back up and realizing what he'd done. He glanced up at mommy Julia, and after a few seconds she turned back to look at him. "Everything okay, Sunshine?" she asked, before a knowing look crossed her face and she reached a hand out to feel by his crotch. Feeling it squish, she scratched a few fingers near the cuff until it felt inside. "Uh-oh," she cooed, standing up and turning him around, lifting the back of his skirt and feeling his backside. "What happened, Johnny? Did you go potty in your diaper?" Hearing the words further flushed his face with heat and shame. Careful not to spit out the pacifier, his one source of distraction and comfort, he mumbled her words back to her: "I wen potty in muh diaper..." Debbie giggled at this. "Oh my goodness, Julia he is just the cuteset!" Julia playfully swatted him on his padded butt, just enough to feel it but not enough to hurt. "Okay, pottypants, off you go." Johnny was puzzled, turning around as she pulled the pacifier from his mouth. "...it's not that wet, don't be such a crybaby. Go play with your friends, okay?" He felt like it was a big deal, and wanted to protest but the shame of admitting that he'd pissed in a diaper in front of her was too much. Nodding and wiping his eyes, he walked back towards his friends, waddling a bit more than usual with the extra bulk between his legs. Every step squelched the soggy padding, and he was eternally aware of his predicament. Lily seemed unconcerned with events, and continued fooling around with her sand castle, but Alice was smirking in that sardonic way of hers. "Some big kid you're turning out to be." Chapter 3 - The Rabbit Hole Deepens Johnny did his best to forget about his wet diaper, trying harder and harder to focus on things, but he couldn't really get it out of his mind. He didn't want to be treated like a baby, but Alice had changed her tune and assured him that one accident wasn't going to doom him to a year of babying. In fact, it was pretty normal for kids to pee their pants: like she said, potty training was hard. That being said, a few facets of wisdom passed on from her, now that he'd learned 'the hard way' that he wasn't playing a game, and that he understood the situation. Imagine That was basically a giant playground: the adults (affectionately called mommies and daddies) had basically supreme authority over the little ones (people like himself and Alice). They weren't unfair, typically, but they had a very parent-child relationship, by design: the adults would indeed care for their little ones, but little ones conversely had to obey their rules, which generally involved trying to 'grow up' slowly and surely. Supposedly, should one manage to grow up all the way, they could become an adult and carry on as one if they so chose. Johnny wasn't sure if that's what he wanted, but for the time being it gave him a goal to work towards. In Imagine That, 'potty training' did have a definitive structure, though all parents were allowed to teach it in different ways. At its core, there was usually a 'trial' phase where the parent would test a little one to see how adept they were at not peeing their pants: according to Alice, Johnny had done very well - some adults used this training to guestimate where their little one was, while others used it to demonstrate why a little one needed to be in a specific place. Most went with this metric, and given the unpreparedness it was no surprise that Johnny had failed thus far. That was by design, but he needed to step up his game from here - everything after this was playing for real. His mommy, Julia, was well known for being gentle and kind, and was very protective of her little ones - however, she also had very, very high standards, and her potty training was difficult. Conversely, Debbie's wasn't very structured, so while easy it was also difficult to progress, as the lines were hard to see for what to pass and what not to. According to her, Lily was content at the stage she was in, and probably wouldn't get much farther. Alice, however, wanted to become an mommy here herself, so she was planning on going all the way. She was making good progress, but admitted that it was extremely tough, and that she'd been hard on Johnny to get him used to it: he needed to shake off whatever past conceptions he had and focus on what he was inside Imagine That. Additionally, there was also a 'roulette' that would take place and change the rules of potty training from time to time: these were kept hidden from little ones, but it never varied too awful much. Changes were minor, such as the timeframe between accidents, how many could be allowed, what the punishments were recommended to be, and so on. Not all adults adhered to this, but certain numbers had been figured out and passed on from little one to little one. A given day had at least two 'potty times' (or changing times, in certain cases) available minimum, usually one after waking up and one before bed (usually reserved for a little one relegated to diapers), though most ran an even number between four and twelve hours between these. Some mommies, like Julia, tended to use events as metrics instead, but it wasn't a guarantee. As for punishments, depending on what a little one wore, they could have a certain number of accidents. With undies (underwear as a term wasn't used, Johnny soon found out) any accident was considered a failure, pull-ups or padded panties typically allowed for one or even two accidents if the wearer was on good behavior (no leaking was allowed), and diapers were typically considered a success if there was no leaking. If you leaked consistently while in diapers, you went down to 'baby' status, and had basically all rights completely restricted for a time. Currently, Johnny was probably going to exist in the 'toddler' phase, where he'd have to wear diapers, but continuous good behavior and staying dry for long enough would elevate him up to pull-ups, like Alice. As they talked, Johnny felt a growing urge to go number two, but tried to keep it out of his mind while Alice talked, on and on. It took quite some time, but it began to really nag at his mind, so he was happy when she finally ended that day's lesson and they went back to playing. She went down the slide first, but as he approached he decided he'd had enough desperation, squatting down on his haunches. He grunted, pushing hard as he squeezed his eyes shut. He felt a warm mess slowly push into his diaper as it sagged. When he was finally done, he stood up and felt it lump under his backside. His cheeks flushed as he suddenly realized that he'd messed his pants for the first time in countless years. No...I didn't poop my pants. I pooped my diaper. It was hard to admit, but he decided to embrace the strange world he now lived in. Alice had returned up by this point. "Why didn't you go down yet?" she asked. Not receiving a response, she walked up and tapped him on the shoulder, audibly sniffing once or twice before a mischievous grin crept up on her face. "Oh, that's why." She grabbed him by the hand, half-leading half-dragging him back the way they came. "Come on, stinky, let's get you changed." They passed Lily on her way up by this point, and Johnny felt a bit more shame, realizing that he was really no different from her at this point. If anything, she was doing better, as she hadn't messed herself yet. Here he was, on a playground, being lead by a girl probably younger than him towards his mommy because he'd pissed and shit his diaper. It was hard to conceive of, and yet here he was. His free hand grabbed his skirt again, trying to pull it down lower to hide his shame, but no amount of it felt right. "Miss Juliaaaa~" she sang out for all to hear. "Johnny made a stinky in his diaper!" Julia stood up and inspected his diaper, feeling around as if she had to make sure for some reason. "Thank you, Alice, you're such a big girl!" Julia slowly lead Johnny over to the stroller, pulling out the diaper bag and laying a changing mat down for him. "Alright, pottypants, lay down here so mommy can change your diaper." Alice's prophecy had come true: before you leave, your mommy's gonna have to change your diaper. Tears in his eyes once again, Julia placed his pacifier back in his mouth, which he gladly accepted - anything to distract him from this. He heard her unbutton his onesie and pull it up a bit, making room for his diaper. She undid the tapes one at a time, then unfolded it. The woman was an expert, Johnny had to admit that: she was unfazed, unconcerned, if anything she was enjoying herself. Taking a few wipes, she pulled the diaper out from under him a bit and wiped away, soft and gentle and cold. Pulling a new diaper out from the bag similar to the one he'd been wearing just recently, she slid it under his bottom before wrapping up the used diaper and setting it side. She pulled out the bottle of powder and liberally applied it before folding the diaper up on him, taping it snug as could be and snapping shut his onesie, pulling the skirt back down and voila, you couldn't even tell he'd gone. "There we go," she sighed, satisfied with her work. She took the used diaper, still reeking of his potty time and dumped it in a nearby trash can. "Much better." About this time, Debbie seemed to think that a walk would do them some good, so she loaded up Lily into her stroller while Julia did the same for Johnny, buckling him in. She tied his pacifier to a nearby strap in case it fell out of his mouth, and gave him a baby bottle with milk to drink. Given how hot the day had gotten, Johnny obliged, accepting the rubber nipple as delicious, sweet, cold milk flowed through. His stroller was pushed adjacent to Lily's as Alice, being the big girl she was, walked with the adults. It wasn't a long path, maybe only a mile or so in circumference, but they took a leisurely pace, oftentimes passing other strollers or little ones walking about with their respective mommies and, in some rare cases, daddies. While approaching the end of his bottle, Johnny felt the urge to pee suddenly sneak up on him. Presuming it was leftover from his previous accident, he decided 'screw it' and simply resigned himself to his fate. Strangely, now that he wanted to go, he couldn't seem to. It took a good deal of pushing and concentrating, finally forcing himself to spurt a few times before just taking a deep breath and simultaneously relaxing yet pushing. The trickle of warm pee returned, and he felt it soaking into his diaper. It was a different feeling, peeing while sitting down. If anything it should've felt more normal, but this time the warmth crept up his crotch and up the front of his diaper, due to positioning. It was quite a few seconds later he realized he was still peeing. Flustered, he resolved to let as much out as possible so it wouldn't happen again later. He was dimly aware of Lily nearby making some short exhalations like through her teeth. A few moments later, he began to smell what she was making a fuss about. "Mommy, Lily went poopoo," Alice held her nose as she skipped along. Always willing to get on the good side of the adults: lil' brat. "It's okay, dear," Debbie replied as they kept strolling. "I'll change her once we get back to the playground." Alice nodded, looking past Lily and noticing Johnny. Her eyes bugged out for a moment before settling into a grin. She used both hands to pat her crotch, then dropped behind out of sight. Johnny wasn't sure what this meant until a cold breeze was felt around his crotch and thighs. Looking down, he realized with horror that he'd leaked through his diaper and his onesie and skirt were now damp! As he shifted about in his stroller, he felt a bit of cold pee soak into his onesie from below, and realized he'd must have gone more than anticipated. He tried to think of something, how could he hide it? What could he do? He hoped he had milk to spill, but it was gone and he'd sealed it tight. He couldn't ask for juice, she'd see, but if he did nothing...no, there was nothing to do: Alice had seen what he'd done, she'd tattle on him in a heartbeat. Resigned to his fate, he set the empty bottle in its holder and felt his lip quiver. After an eternity, they'd finally returned, with Debbie stopping to pick up Lily like a baby on her hip, fiddling with her nose and cooing a bit while Julia came around the side of the stroller. She went to undo his crotch-straps belt buckling him in, but stopped when her hand came in contact with a cold dampness. "...Johnny, what happened?" "I was dri-" he hiccupped, feeling tears start to pour down his face uncontrollably as he began to sob, his words becoming a jumbled mess. "An I had to pee and I couldn't ho-oh-old it mommy I peed-" she slowly fit the pacifier into his mouth, stopping his attempt at justifying what he couldn't. "Goodness, it's okay honey: here, let's get you changed. She pulled him up and held him aloft in her chest, a marvel to her strength. She held him under his calves, his butt rested on her hands as she gently rocked him. He buried his face into her shoulder, drying his tears and hugging her tight against his continued shame. The sound of giggling caused him to look up, seeing Alice one her back rolling around with laughter at him. He noticed a damp spot on her pull-ups, and realized that she'd quite literally pissed herself laughing. Returning to nuzzle his face into his mommy's shoulder, he waited for his sobbing to subside. Then it was back to the changing mat for him, again. She undid his onesie again, but this time removed his skirt and then the onesie itself, stating she'd need a change of clothes. Retrieving an outfit that was somehow worse from the diaper bag, consisting of a low-cut t-shirt and a tinier skirt, she dried him off and start working on removing his pissy diaper, folding it over and wiping him off in much the same manner as before, applying powder and settling a new diaper to him. However, this time she pulled out what looks like a large pad and started setting it into the diaper. "Here, this will help make sure you don't leak again." "Hahahahaha," Alice giggle, wiping tears of joy from her eyes. "You literally can't even take normal diapers like Lily! Hahahahhahaha," she sat up taking a deep breath. "Those diapers are thicker and you need pads for them!" Debbie shot her a frown, and she backed off right away. Julia continued unabated, pulling the diaper around and taping it shut over Johnny. He could tell right away, this diaper was indeed much bigger and thicker, and the pad made it even more so. He had a much harder time closing his legs, feeling like he had a cardboard cutout keeping his legs spread. She set the t-shirt over his head and then helped hike up the skirt once he was standing. He didn't think it could be any more embarrassing, and yet this was somehow more revealing. He couldn't think of why until it suddenly clicked that it was easier to diaper check him now, with the bottom of his diaper sticking out from under the skirt so anyone at any time could see if it was wet or messy. There was literally no hiding it, even if he stood straight up and it extended as far as possible: if he bent over or sat down it'd show for all the world. In this state, any passerby could now call him out. Julia picked up the pieces of the traumatizing experience and went to go throw away the used diaper. Alice sidled up to him in the process. "Word to the wise - if you pee too fast, you'll leak. Gotta go slow, or make sure it gets to all the spaces." "Yeah, got it..." he mumbled. She frowned. "Ya gotta learn the hard way or you're never learn, Tinkle Trousers." She shrugged. "You're not some special new kid, you gotta earn your way up the ladder same as rest of us." Alice did pat him on the shoulder gently, an olive branch of reconciliation. "I'll see ya around, new kid." Giggling, she skipped off towards Debbie, whom was busied with attending to Lily's own diaper. Once Julia returned, she hugged Johnny. "Ready to go home, kiddo?" He nodded solemnly. "Alright, up you go." She helped him back into the stroller and strapped him in, willingly accepting his pacifier by this point as Lily waved, still on her back mid-change. Alice waved as well, sheepish but plotting. It was rather uneventful, otherwise: once back to the minivan, he was loaded into his booster seat, the diaper bag set nearby, the stroller folded up and they were on their way. When they arrived home, he hadn't been in the best of spirits. Julia had whipped up some chicken nuggets he'd crunched on, and she'd eaten some canned soup. The TV was on in the background, some kiddie cartoon he'd never heard of, but his mind was locked on his predicament. Potty training...little ones...it was a lot to take in for one day. He still felt the pad and diaper combination beneath him, reminding him every time he moved with its feel or a crinkling sound. It'd worn down a bit so he could walk more normally, but he still had to waddle around when moving. Julia had him play around with things, a rocking horse, blocks, babyish things that were of little interest to him. He asked some questions about potty training where appropriate, and learned some new things about his current situation: given the fact that he'd held out for as long as he did, he got plus marks on that front, but he'd also had a messing accident and then leaked afterwards. It basically canceled itself out and then lowered him some, and lent credence to the current notion that he was not potty trained, and currently still needed to wear diapers at his current state. She would keep him at this point until he showed sufficient ability to 'hold his pee like a big kid', and would be more-or-less at a 'toddler' point: he would be treated with some privileges, but would wear babyish clothes, move about in a stroller, a baby seat in the car, he'd be limited to diapers, and so on and so forth. If he was able to do sufficiently well, he could back up to diapers without pads, like he'd started with that day, then to lighter diapers and then to pull-ups. Once there, he'd have to avoid having leaks and then he'd be a big kid. After being a big kid successfully, he could become a daddy, and then he'd be basically free from there until his paid session was up next year. But it was a long journey: first things first, he needed to get things in order here. Julia was so far pleased as punch with having him, and he couldn't find it in himself to be upset with how his first day in Imagine That had gone. Well, aside from the obvious, but if that was just to show him the cost of failure, then he could succeed. As he drifted off to sleep in his crib, in his nursery, in his footed-onesie pajamas, the feeling of a soft, dry diaper hugging his butt, the soft embrace of a plastic pacifier in his mouth, Johnny was content.
  9. How many of you sometimes experience real desire to pee yourself when you feel the need to pee? I mean strong irresistible desire, you just have to do it. It happens to me from time to time and if the place is right, I do it. But today I just couldn't resist and done it while waiting for a bus on the way home. I just had to let go a little in my panties, no matter the risk. I managed to control my bladder enough to only get wet between my legs, no really visible wetness, but there was no guarantee I won't lose it and wet myself in the middle of town in rush hour. I was not so desperate I wouldn't be able to hold it, it was not peeing from necessity. Anyone else has similar experience?
  10. Hey, guys! So I've very much been enjoying the fear wetting compilation videos & was curious.. does anyone know of/can anyone recommend scenes in which male characters are scared/intimidated into wetting themselves (their pants, the bed, etc.) by women? Would definitely help scratch an itch... thank you!!
  11. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    I mean... At least I won this time, dammit! XD And Nyx is really setting herself up for some wicked payback since she pranked both of us! :3 Thank you again to Standh for this hilarious and fun commission!
  12. My first fic! I'm planning on turning this into an episodic series with an ensemble cast; since chapters won't necessarily be written in the order of the events depicted within, I'll include an in-story date for when the chapter takes place. Enjoy! A/N: This was inspired by a trip I took on Amtrak's Capitol Corridor a few months ago, and I made an effort to work in a mention of every station between Sacramento and Oakland (except for Emeryville, since I didn't want to interrupt the story at that point). Fellow railfans, enjoy. Chapter 1: The Trouble with Trains July 2023 Northern California shouldn’t be this hot, Marco Vigil had decided. It was well above a hundred degrees in Sacramento, a simple fact that he nevertheless couldn’t wrap his head around. He would have expected weather like this in Phoenix, or in Austin, or in Atlanta, but not in Sacramento. Marco was eager to get out of Sacramento and away from the terrible heat, but that wouldn’t happen if he missed his train, an outcome that was looking more and more probable as he rushed to get to the platform before the departure time. Marco had gone to Sacramento to visit a friend who’d moved back home for the summer. He’d lingered in the air-conditioned oasis of his living room, with the result that he was now racing through Sacramento Valley Station in a desperate attempt to make the southbound Capitol Corridor train before it pulled away from the platform. In his mad dash through the station, as he struggled to hoist his backpack over his shoulder while holding on to his phone and mostly-empty water bottle, it hadn’t even occurred to him that he’d sprinted right past the restrooms. Now he was running flat out, and he must have been quite a sight: All 5’6” of his frame was leaning into his stride, and his unkempt black hair bounced with each footfall. His eyes were narrowed and his jaw was clenched with determination as he rounded the last corner to the platform. There was the train! With one last frantic burst, he leapt into the closest car and gasped for breath. The air conditioning was so refreshing that for a moment he felt weak in the knees, but he collected himself and gulped down the rest of the water. Still panting from his mad dash, he refilled his water bottle before making his way upstairs and claiming a window seat just as the train pulled out of the station. “Welcome aboard southbound Capitol Corridor train #273, with southbound service terminating at Jack London Square in Oakland. Please have your tickets ready…” Marco put in his earbuds and relaxed, eagerly taking a few more swigs from his water bottle as he thought of the immense heat outside. It would be nearly two hours before the train got to Oakland, and then for Marco it would be longer still before he got to his destination. That’s because Marco was a student at Rockridge University in Oakland, and at this time of day the bus back to campus would probably be caught up in traffic. Marco didn’t mind; he was content to sit right there in the train, enjoying the air conditioning and rehydrating himself after a scorching hot weekend. In fact, come to think of it, his bottle was almost empty again. Time for a refill, he thought. … After the train stopped in Davis, Marco went to the café car and bought a soda, since the water still hadn’t quenched his thirst. After the train stopped in Fairfield, Marco refilled his water bottle yet again. And when the train stopped in Suisun City, Marco realized that he had to pee. Well, no matter. Marco may have been shy, but he definitely wasn’t going to wait until Oakland to relieve himself – he knew he wouldn’t be able to wait that long. The only question was what to do with his bag: Take it with him into the bathroom, or leave it on the seat? After a moment of thought, he decided to leave it. The bathroom would probably be cramped, and there were plenty of people on the coach who would notice if a would-be thief tried to make off with some dirty clothes and a toothbrush. And besides, Marco thought to himself with a smirk, what kind of idiot would steal something in between station stops? He’d be trapped on the train, and then I’d just have to track the thief down… ‘Mystery on the Capitol Corridor.’ That sounds like a good short story! By this point, he’d got to the bottom floor of the car and made his way to the bathroom. He opened the door and peered inside. He’d never been inside a train’s lavatory before, but it reminded him of the one on an airplane. It was a bit larger, and furnished with stainless steel instead of plastic, but it was still familiar. There was only one major difference that Marco discovered: He closed the door behind him, moved to lock it, and ended up gesturing ineffectively at the handle. How does it lock? The door’s handle clicked into place, but there was no obvious way to lock it. Marco prodded at a small knob next to the handle, thinking that it might be the lock, but even after twisting it, pulling it, and sliding it, he could tell the door was still unlocked. I’m an engineer. I can figure this out. The experience reminded him of trying to turn on the shower in an unfamiliar hotel room; it seemed that there was always a different sequence of levers to control water temperature, actuate the drain, and turn on the shower head. The only difference was that Marco’s current situation was a bit more stressful than trying to turn on a shower, a fact that was reflected in his tense stance as he became more and more aware of the contents of his bladder. Nervously, Marco moved away from the door and faced the toilet. Glancing over his shoulder, he unbuttoned his shorts and moved down the zipper. Best to get this over with quickly before somebody comes in. Then, as he unzipped his pants, Marco’s mind was suddenly seized by the image of another passenger opening the door and disturbing him as he did his business. Maybe he could wait until Oakland after all. He zipped his shorts back up and sighed as he returned to his seat. With his thighs pressed together, Marco prepared himself for the uncomfortable ride home. … “Attention passengers… due to an open drawbridge, we’ll be delayed for about ten minutes. Next station stop is Martinez.” As the train loitered at the foot of the bridge across the San Joaquin river, Marco knew he was in trouble. For now, the discomfort in his bladder had subsided to a dull ache, but with every small movement he felt the mass of liquid shifting inside him. There was nothing to it but to press his knees together and lean back in his seat. The train was stopped next to a stand of trees on a steep hillside. Marco found himself thinking of the last time he’d had to pee this bad, during a run in the hills above campus. It had been during the heat wave last fall, and with his class schedule leaving him no choice but to run in the afternoon, he’d kept hydrated… perhaps a bit too eagerly. Just after crossing Grizzly Peak Road he’d ducked into a stand of trees, pulled the front of his shorts down, and watered a tree. The smell of urine, sweat, and eucalyptus sap that had combined on that hillside was surprisingly agreeable, and Marco made a game of it: He stepped back and angled his penis upwards, managing to soak the bark nearly four feet above the roots. Then he stepped to the side a bit and tried to project his stream as far as he could on the downhill slope. Then he was done, and he was quite satisfied to stand there watching his puddle trickle downhill. It was the shock of his life when Marco stepped out from behind the tree and saw, not thirty feet away from him, Riley Conrad standing shirtless with his back towards him, watering his own tree. Riley Vigil, who Marco knew because they were both on Rockridge’s rocketry team… Riley Conrad, who looked pretty good without a shirt on… Riley Conrad, who was pissing on a tree. Marco fled with swift but silent footsteps and set a new record on his downhill sprint back to campus. He’d already made plans to meet Riley for lunch the next day, and when they both sat down at the restaurant Marco was so nervous that he could barely read the menu, but Riley seemed normal. Obviously he hadn’t caught Marco peeing, and he hadn’t caught Marco watching him pee. After all, it wouldn’t do to let lust or piss get in the way of what was already a good friendship. … When the train stopped in Martinez, Marco had to direct his attention towards his bladder and penis every few seconds to keep himself in control. At this point, he was filled with almost as much worry as urine, and he figured that there were only two ways that his situation could get worse. The first way was that somebody would sit next to him. The second way was that she was wearing a Rockridge University t-shirt. “Oh, you’re another Rockridge student?” she asked. Marco tried to make himself look less tense. “How did you know?” “Water bottle.” Marco looked at his bottle, which he had purchased from the student store. It had the university seal printed on the side. “What’s your name?” Marco asked. “Elizabeth.” “Marco.” Elizabeth was wearing athletic shorts, a tank top, and sandals, and she had shoulder-length brown hair. Marco thought she looked familiar in a vague sort of way, as if they’d crossed paths on campus a few times before. As they talked some more, Marco learned that Elizabeth was a fellow sophomore, studying physics. He told her that he was majoring in mechanical engineering. Marco tried not to squirm in his seat, but with Elizabeth sitting next to him all he could do was sit and suffer as he tried to keep his pants dry. Luckily, the conversation was distracting him a bit; the train was now rolling through Richmond, with the factories and railyards of the East Bay moving outside the windows. Elizabeth interrupted herself to point out the window. “Look, you can see the Golden Gate Bridge.” Marco turned in his seat to see that, yes, in between the treetops, he could see the distant San Francisco skyline and the bridge off in the distance. “You know,” Elizabeth said, “I have kind of a funny story about the bridge… A few weeks ago I had a friend visit from out of town. She’s a transfer student who’ll be starting at Rockridge next fall, so she wanted me to shower her around. We went into the city, and one of the things she wanted to do was walk the length of the bridge, all the way from San Francisco to Marin. I’d never done it before either so we went across the bay and stopped in San Francisco for a coffee before heading to the bridge. Of course, it was a hot day, so I was also drinking lots of water… I didn’t realize there was a bathroom in the visitor center on the San Francisco side, so we just started walking across.” Marco stared at her. “That’s… interesting…” He shifted his legs around some more. The train was making a stop in Berkeley, and as the people passed by in the aisle he tried to lean forward as casually as he could and crossed his arms over his thighs. His new hunched-up position took some pressure off his bladder, but he couldn’t think of a way to change the subject. He really wanted to change the subject. And he really, really wanted to pee. “Anyway, all that ‘hydration’ was catching up to me. I had no idea how long the bridge was, so by the time we were halfway across I had to piss bad. It was getting hard to walk. So you know what I did? I walked up to the railing, pulled down the waistband of my shorts a few inches, and got my underwear out of the way.” “But what about the people?” Marco blurted. Elizabeth laughed. “What people? Tourists don’t go that far out onto the bridge, and the bike path was on the other side. And I was hidden in an alcove behind one of the support towers; from the road, none of the drivers could see me pissing off the side of the Golden Gate Bridge.. Oh, it was great. I tell you, when you have to go that bad, it feels so good to just let go of your inhibitions and take an amazing leak.” “Yeah.” Marco winced. “That does sound nice.” “Of course, some people are more timid. I mean, my friend also clearly had to go when we were walking the bridge, but she didn’t want to join me when I pissed over the side. She managed to wait until we found some bushes on the Marin side of the bridge. She gave them a good watering!” Marco just crossed his legs again as the train rolled south. … Marco knew he was in trouble. His legs bounced. He resisted the urge to grab himself as he twisted in his seat. Finally, he grabbed his legs and pulled his knees up to his chest, scrunching himself into a ball. His only consolation was that Elizabeth didn’t comment on his apparent desperation; if she had, he might have died of embarrassment. Her silence allowed Marco to pretend that she thought he was just trying to find a comfortable sitting position after spending nearly two hours on the train. Elizabeth was telling him about her work in Rockridge’s Turbulent Flow Lab. He didn’t understand fluid mechanics that well, but she told him that her work could have engineering applications for nozzle design. She even offered to help Marco get a position in the lab, since they’d probably need help from an engineer for their upcoming experiments. However, he declined, saying that he was more interested in robotics and aerospace engineering. And after being drawn in to such an interesting conversation, Marco was shocked to feel the train slowing down as it pulled into the station in Oakland. Finally! He grabbed his bag and stood up – and that made him realize that he truly was on the verge of wetting himself. “Will I see you on the bus back to Rockridge?” Elizabeth asked. “I don’t think so,” Marco replied hesitantly. “I have, uh… errands to run downtown.” Elizabeth smiled. “If you say so.” She saw right through the lie, but she pretended to believe Marco because it seemed important to him that nobody would find out how badly he needed to relieve himself. Honestly, she thought, if I had to go that badly I’d find some quiet alley to squat in as soon as I got off the train. She also rose from her seat to disembark, but Marco was already gone, sprinting down the stairs and onto the platform with stiff legs. With a stiff gait, he made his way towards the station building, devoting all of his energy towards holding his it in. Hobbling across the lobby, he spotted the door to the men’s room, and- No! Locked! Marco was could have cried in frustration. His face was red and he was sweating with the effort of trying not to wet his pants. He dashed out onto the street, and saw the taillights of the Rockridge shuttle bus as it pulled away from the station. “Shit!” He’d have to wait another thirty minutes for the next bus back to Rockridge. Naively, he thought for a moment that he could wait that long, but the brief lapse of concentration to check the bus schedule on his phone took its toll. Marco felt a brief spurt of urine leak out of him and soak into his underwear. No, it was clear that he wouldn’t be able to wait. Marco had been desperate before, but he’d never been so close to wetting himself that he started leaking. Out of options, he ran for the closest secluded place he could find, a mostly-empty parking garage next to the station. Ducking past the toll booth, Marco ran into a quiet corner of the station. He found a bus dropoff lane that had clearly fallen into disuse; it was separated from the rest of the garage by a wall, and the chances were low that anybody else would cross his path while he was pissing a river. Nervously, Marco walked over to a good spot with a support column shielding him from the left and a drain on the right that would hopefully keep too large a puddle from building up. Now all he had to do was unzip, pull himself out, and go. But Marco couldn’t do it; he couldn’t stop thinking about his encounter with Riley in the hills above campus, and how embarrassing it had been to nearly be discovered. Although there had been a few desperate times in Marco’s life where he’d had no problem watering a tree or a bush, he’d avoided peeing outside since the incident with Riley last fall. And now he was in a built-up environment, not out in nature like the previous times he hadn’t been able to wait for a bathroom. Pissing here seemed like an impossible task. But all of those concerns were pushed aside by Marco’s intense desperation and a desire to salvage his dry shorts. If relieving himself here was difficult, then wetting himself was unthinkable. Steeling his nerve, Marco unzipped his shorts, pulled his underwear waistband down, and gripped his penis in his right hand. He aimed at the wall, and immediately a torrent burst forth from him. Marco was standing less than two feet from the wall, but in that moment he was sure that his stream could have traveled three times that distance, and the pressure caused a few spray drops to ricochet back onto his ankles. That didn’t bother him at all; the feeling of relieving himself after putting it off for far too long was intoxicating. Even though Marco fought the urge to close his eyes so that he could keep glancing around for passersby, for the most part he didn’t have a care in the world as he took his badly-needed piss. In his entire life, Marco had only ever peed in three places before: In a bathroom, onto a tree, and onto dirt. Concrete was new to him, and he was surprised by how quickly his stream flowed down the wall and into the drain. As it fell into the drain, it made a gurgling sound; the sound amused Marco, and he wondered how long he’d be able to keep it up. He had already passed twenty seconds, and he showed no signs of slowing yet. Moving his right hand, Marco began to idly move his stream back and forth against the wall, settling on a position that provided a bit more space between his foot and the steady trickle running into the drain. His small accomplishment made him smile; it wasn’t a wide grin that crossed his face, but rather the mellow expression of relief and bliss. So far, Marco thought that his first urban piss was going quite well. Maybe he didn’t have anything to worry about after all. In fact, maybe he’d even try it again sometime. On a few occasions over the last few weeks, Marco had missed his bus and been stranded in the remote corner of Oakland where he worked as an intern at an engineering firm. Since Marco tended to drink a lot of water during the workday, after waiting at the bus stop for a few minutes he’d have a distinct urge to go. His pride refused to let him walk back to the office just to use the bathroom – after all what if somebody saw him? – but the industrial side of town wasn’t well-served by transit, and after waiting half an hour for the next bus he’d be quite uncomfortable. He always made it home before it became a true emergency, but next time maybe he’d just find a spot behind an abandoned warehouse and water the plants. As he was lost in thought, Marco didn’t pay much attention as his stream started to lose power. Another ten seconds or so, and he’d be finished, with an impressive damp mark on the wall and a puddle of urine slowly flowing into the drain. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw somebody walking towards him. Marco’s good mood vanished in an instant. He couldn’t possibly let anybody see him like this! With lightning speed, he tucked his penis back into his underwear and zipped his shorts up. Unfortunately, after being lost in relief, he wasn’t able to stop his stream until a few seconds after fastening his pants, and he ended up with a small but noticeable damp patch on the front of his shorts. With no time to worry about that, he bolted for the nearest exit, which happened to take him next to the person he’d seen coming his way. The person was Elizabeth, and she waved. Marco saw her eyes move downwards, just for an instant, and he knew that he’d been caught. He’d had an accident, and Elizabeth had seen it. Marco was overcome with embarrassment, and he instinctively turned to face away from her. And then, instinctually, he started running, sprinting back out onto the street and leaving the parking garage behind. He’d see Elizabeth again on the bus back to campus, but for now he just needed to be alone.
  13. How can you download private videos from Thisvid if I am friends with that person and can see their videos? The sites I use to download videos only work for the public videos now but I think I used to be able to download private videos if they were playing in the browser but I can't anymore. Does anyone know how to download private videos from Thisvid?
  14. "Come on, come on, there has to be something open around here!" Heads were turning as Bridget ran through the dark sunset streets of this homely little town. How could they not, with this cute little blonde nun in blue, with a big red yo-yo curled up at her finger and a giant teddy bear on her back, her slender legs carrying her petite body down the road, stopping for neither love nor money. Approximately half the men who caught a glance progressed to full-on staring, dirty thoughts floating through their minds. If only they knew the true parts that laid beneath Bridget's tight black shorts, the more "bulging" kind. Bridget was used to these kinds of stares. Because of the superstitions of the village where he was raised, the belief that twin boys spelled doom, Bridget was raised as a girl, an act he had to keep up around everyone but his parents and brother. Honestly, kind of lucky for the deception that he maintained a very feminine appearance, even into puberty. It was this lying to everyone, to himself, that prompted him to leave home and strike out on his own. Bounty hunters, he figured, brought in tough criminals to preserve law and order, and made some pretty money for the trouble. If he could rise to that challenge, prove his mettle and come back richer, everyone would have to admit their paranoia was misplaced, and he could finally be the man he was born to be. Was he chasing a bounty? No, ever since he missed the boat on that report of the Gear in the forest, leads had been slim. He had instead resorted to street performing with his yo-yo to bring in some change. The earnings were meager, and he had the feeling much of his audience weren't there to see his skills, but it paid his way and keep him fed and hydrated. Perhaps a little too well-hydrated, because that had completely drowned out any other desire in favor of seeking out what this overindulgence always brought. In other words, poor Bridget was about to pee his pants. He already knew his way around bathroom emergencies, because nothing about it new to him. Expectedly, in order to keep up the facade, Bridget needed to use the women's restroom back home, where he was at least guaranteed a stall to keep his secret, so long as he sat down on the toilet. But something about it always felt wrong, like he was a pervert for being in the same room as girls doing something private, and he had an easier time going when the place was empty. If it wasn't, he usually held it, simple as that. And that wasn't the only place his needs could be denied. His village was located in the middle of a forest, and because of that, Bridget became very familiar with the classic double standard of "boys can pee outside, girls can't", so he just had to hold it while the guys got to whiz, despite sharing the same biological capability to do as they did. Even in an emergency, he couldn't just squat down like a girl, certainly not with the girls; what if somebody saw his little wiener hanging out and swinging as it hosed down the dirt? It'd be mortifying, so much that he'd rather die, along with ending his secret and putting his family at risk for harboring it. So, he held it. Or wet himself. That happened too. Basically, Bridget held his pee a lot, so if he needed to go, he really needed to go. That was the state he had currently been dropped into, bursting at the seams and frantically looking for a bathroom. He only just resisted reaching down and clenching his boyhood, yet even so, anyone who saw him for more than a blink of an eye would pretty easily be able to deduce what ailed him. There weren't too many other plausible explanations for why someone would be in a hurry, hunched forward with a palm cradling their stomach area, unless they were in desperate need of a bathroom. This terrible pain, this searing heaviness in his tummy, would be so easy to be rid of, if he could just find said bathroom. At this point, he didn't care which gender, just something with indoor plumbing would be a gift from the heavens. No, even an outhouse would be perfect right now! Yet, even with his standards lowered so far, his search was still coming up short. Bridget had found himself on the poorer side of town, so every rickety shack open for business was giving him the same response when he asked for their bathroom: "Customers only." He had gotten so sick of hearing those two words; every time the owner even began to speak them, another bead of sweat formed on his face, another cup of that warm bodily fluid poured into his bloated bladder. It was turning into one of the constants of the world, right up there with the basic laws of magical theory: Bridget wasn't allowed to use a bathroom. And he was done with it. Not for lack of patience, though he certainly was a bit agitated by the never-ending rejection, it all came down to a lack of time. "Ah!" Bridget suddenly slid to a total stop, straightened his spine upright, and could suddenly no longer hold back his hands from slamming hard against his privates and squeezing them tight, hard enough to send a tingle of pain through his testicles. This was the second thing he couldn't hold back, brought on by the first: a quick, white-hot surge of liquid rocketed through his urethra faster than thought, burning as it squirted past the folds of his foreskin and nestled into the fabric of his shorts, pressing the coin-sized wetness inescapably against his flaccid shaft. His holding muscles had held a faultless defense against the steaming reservoir up to now, but he could no longer keep up the tension, and he was crumbling. "Ahhhhh, gottagogottagogottago!" His high-pitched voice squealed, tears now streaming right down his cheeks, and his whole body shivered as his grip tensed hard. Yet, despite his sudden alertness and fighting back, his bladder wasn't done laying on the pressure. It had gotten a taste of release, and it wasn't about to quit. He knew immediately, because with his palms and knuckles down there already, this new dampness was right at the forefront of his attention. Having it squished against his extremities, and his penis, was a horribly uncomfortable sensation. Barely keeping his head above water, Bridget knew one thing for sure: he had one more chance here. One more opportunity before his legs would play host to a yellow waterfall, and he had to choose wisely. "T-there!" So of course he picked the first building he saw, which, in his defense, was open to the public and had the lights on, it wasn't knocking on some stranger's door and asking to make pee-pee in their potty. "Gotta...hurry!" He wasted no time hobbling towards said establishment, shuffling with his shoes scraping against the street, not daring to separate his thighs when his member squished between them seemed to be the last brick in his dam. Waddling like there were weights tied to his ankles, adding to the already doubling of his tiny body's mass thanks to a bladder full of pee, it seemed to take hours to simply cross the road. And he didn't even make it all the way before even his heart turned heavy, for he saw what his goal truly was: a restaurant, and quite the busy one. Every seat and table was occupied to its fullest, with several more standing as they waited for a vacancy. The waitress in red, expertly balancing plates, bowls, and mugs across her arms and shoulders, was moving frantically from one table to the next without a second between. But Bridget wasn't looking for a meal, so what about the bathroom? Those were in the back, two in number, each identifiable from afar by their respective line, several people long. Man or woman, it didn't matter how Bridget presented himself, he wouldn't be getting to a toilet quickly enough to avoid a pants-wetting, not without begging to cut the line and hoping whoever stood at the front had compassion for his plight. "...no, I can't!" He had to think about it, but in the end, it went just beyond his shame tolerance. "Ooohhhh," he moaned, beginning to step in place quite frantically, wiggling his shapely hips and causing the large metal ring around his waist to jangle, nervously examining his immediate surroundings. "What do I do, Roger," he sighed, looking over his shoulder to the teddy bear on his back. An image flashed through his mind of himself sitting on the ground, legs spread apart in front, holding his stuffed animal close as it sat near his crotch, all the while... "using" him, but the idea was thrown away pretty quickly. He couldn't soil someone precious to him. And Roger was a weapon possessed by the ghost of an ancient warrior, so he wouldn't appreciate that. "I...guess I'm just gonna have to wet myself this time..." It wouldn't be the first time he'd had an accident, older than most. "No, this has to end! Boys don't wet themselves!" Wasn't this the entire reason he came out to see the world, to become a strong man? Men like heroic holy knight Ky Kiske didn't wet their pants, that was a weakness that Bridget could no longer show. What good would it do if he went back home, fat bounty and soaked shorts in tow? No, Bridget needed to start answering nature's call like an adult. Easier said than done. Just "being a big boy and waiting" wasn't an option; Bridget needed to go. If he wouldn't wet his pants, he had very little time to do it someplace else. Toilets were out the window, he'd need somewhere dark, somewhere private, somewhere he could safely whip out his dick without being seen, and most important of all: somewhere near. Only one location fit those criteria. "I-in there!" No longer willing or capable to take his time and take care not to jostle anything, not that it could do any more damage at this point, Bridget bolted towards the destination he had his bright blue eyes on: the dark alley on the left side of the restaurant. The alley itself was exactly what one would expect from a side alley in this part of town. It was dark, the only light peeking in was from the street proper. It was cluttered, trash bags from the restaurant piled up well outside the single dedicated can. It stunk, reeking of rotting food scraps and things he didn't even want to think about. It seemed plausible that many less-fortunate men, perhaps bolstered by the alcohol within the establishment, had used this small gap between buildings for this same purpose as Bridget would. In other words, it was out of sight, it would cover his scent, and it wouldn't arouse suspicion. It was exactly what Bridget needed. He wasted no time, he couldn't afford to. The instant he concluded he was out of sight, cloaked in the shadows cast by the neighboring huts, Bridget got straight to work, starting with his little man. The problem was getting it free, out from under the crushing grip he constricted the baby snake with, something he hadn't even realized he was now doing. "If... If I take my hands off now, will it come out?" When he felt pee dribbling at his tip, the rest boiling away inside his bladder, it was a reasonable concern. "Just gotta... go for it!" He really wanted this done with already, so he couldn't worry about what "might" happen, not when he "would" wet himself in a matter of seconds. So, faster than St. Elmo's Fire, he drew his hands up and away, swinging straight into shoving the right down the front of his shorts. His knuckles pushed the tight waistband down, while his fingers reached out and squeezed his shaft between his thumb and index digit, securely so that it wouldn't slip off the moist skin, yanking it all out into the open and holding it steady. When he'd spent his life pretending to be a girl, one that routinely wore spats, it was an unfortunate blessing that his level of endowment was... "lacking" was the nice way of putting it. There was no command required. Bridget's penis was already well on its way to a fire hose once it breathed open air, and that's how it would stay. The rush of hard urine careening down the chute caused the limp member to suddenly and unexpectedly jump up, straighten out and recoil. He actually found himself taking a step back from the abrupt force levied against his slender frame, to avoid the splashback as piddle slammed into the wooden wall. The brief retreat did nothing to spare his ears, currently hyper-sensitive from anxiety, from the auditory chaos. If anything, giving it the space to bounce and echo back and forth off every hard surface made it even more inescapable. There was the loud hissing as urine rushed past his foreskin, the splattering as it collided with the building, and the splashing as it cascaded downwards into a growing puddle in the garbage. That last one also brought with it the far softer, underlying sound of popping bubbles. The thickness of his long-held golden pee resulted in a foamy, frothy coating, the bigger bubbles bursting at regular intervals. Beads of sweat dripping off his face, falling into the pool, sped up the process, while also adding a dripping all its own. Bridget's head felt heavy. Foggy as well, but physically heavy. As if his neck could no longer support the weight, his head drooped forward, causing his whole upper body to lean. His eyelids began to fall, twitching and shuddering with every heavy pant. "Hah...hah...hah..." His vision began to blur as his pupils dilated and he wobbled on his heels. His knees, already bent inwards as a remnant of his holding posture, knocked together like they were about to give out and collapse. Of course, out of everything, the gushing piss showed zero signs of weakness or reduction. He definitely didn't feel any nearer to being empty, bladder still bulging out his tummy and radiating a searing pain from a bottomless well. Though the bounty hunter might not have been the most objective source. His flow of time was all kinds of screwed up, swinging from the world whizzing by, down to the pace of molasses, back and forth with no rhyme or reason. "Ah, what was that?!" Actually, there was one indicator: his brain always started running a mile a minute in response to any noise, any suspicion that another person may be nearby. Even if that sound was just trash readjusting and shifting inside the bag. It happened pretty regularly, enough so that his heart was ready to burst out of his chest. Not as close as his bladder was, impressively. And why wouldn't he be freaking out? If someone were to come near, they would surely hear the fountain from Bridget's pants. Then they'd look, and see Bridget's private parts just hanging out! And his secret would be totally revealed! Even if they didn't actually see his little ding-a-ling, his gender couldn't possibly be mistaken. He was doing his business, answering nature's watery call, whilst totally upright. That was something only... something only... "Something only boys do..." Bridget was stunned into a hushed murmur. Even as he ventured out into the world, old habits died hard. Even as he didn't need to pretend to be something he wasn't, he still used the women's restroom, just to avoid being called out and making a scene. If he was away from civilization, he honestly squatted, because "that's how girls did it". This time was the exception, because he wasn't thinking and just got going the fastest way he could. To most, this would be nothing of note, just a guy pissing against a wall in the alley. In this part of town, it was a fairly common sight. But to Bridget, this was something big. "Yeah, this is something boys do! They mark territory without a care in the world!" That was always what he had seen growing up, men were way more open about urinating. He'd seen random men doing it, but women were always way more hidden, and he only knew about it because he was "one of the girls". Short of physical attributes like facial hair, large muscles (something Bridget wasn't a fan of), and... the swimsuit area, an act like this was the strongest proof of what he was aiming to prove to the world: Bridget was truly a man. And he took a certain sense of pride in that, taking part in a display that would one-hundred-percent prove his masculinity. "Hey, you see this?! This is who I really am! I get to pee standing up, and you can't stop me! Ahhhh..." His anxiety began to fade, his curled-in posture relaxed, and he began really enjoying his piss, which was still raging on. Even his voice seemed to deepen as a result of the manliness filling his body. Yes, this was natural, this was normal behavior, and it was nothing he need be ashamed of. "Okay, I take break now!" And just like that, all that worry came back like a punch to the face. Almost literally, because a door right next to him, one he hadn't even noticed prior, flew open hard enough that it almost flew off its loose hinges. That was all he had to see for his pupils to contract, his stance to curve back into itself, and to begin turning away from whatever may surface. Soon emerging from the open door was a woman, clothed in a form-fitting red Chinese dress that didn't leave much to the imagination below the waist, with exceptionally long brunette hair curled into a massive ring. Bridget recognized her as the waitress from the restaurant, and he guessed that she was quite the nimble server from her smooth, rapid side-to-side stepping. It caused her large breasts and meaty thighs to jiggle. Bridget noticed, and he also noticed a quick flash of her underwear as the skirt bounced up when her hop switched directions. Were he curious what her undergarments looked like, he wouldn't be left wondering for long. She didn't move away from the door she had exited from, just waiting for it to close before getting straight to work. She lifted her white skirt promptly with one hand, fully exposing the thick pink-purple stripes of her underpants, and then going all the way by using the other hand to pull the panties down to her knees with a little hip wiggle. She lifted her right leg up and out of the leg hole, allowing the underwear to fall freely to the rim of the sock above her left ankle, crumpling to a rest. But she wasn't stopping there. She was ready to show off her flexibility. She angled her footing slightly left, towards the back end of the alley, towards Bridget, and raised her right leg. Not like a regular step, her right leg went straight up, a perfect line with her other leg; even her toes were pointed skyward. She didn't even use rest it on the door for support, this was all balance. And it wasn't some brief stretch, she held this pose without a teeter or stumble. Her skirt was out of the way, exposing her butt to whoever may pass in the alley, but from Bridget's point of view, he got all the "other stuff". A lot of it, in fact. With her index and middle fingers, she pressed against the lips of her groin and spread, bringing her pink flower to bloom. But it didn't need to be watered; no, it would be the one doing the watering. In short order, a clear flood gushed from her privates, quite the respectable torrent. Not quite to Bridget's level, something admittedly very painful to reach, but quite healthy and needing. The waitress had spent too long working, allowing her to spray a broad berth of urine onto the wall, resulting in a wide stretch cascading downstream. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened wide in a dumb smile. "Phew, much too close! Very hard to hold when no break," her high-pitched voice squeaked. No matter what one thought, none could deny that this woman was lively and energetic. Bridget couldn't be any further from that. His breathing was now shallow and accelerated, he began sweating even harder than before, he made sure to cover his penis with his hands to keep it hidden, and most importantly of all, his pee stream sputtered to a halt. At least, it did for a second, before going right back to full force. "Ah, no!" He tried again, and again was met with the same result: a quick easing of pressure, devolving right back to the same forceful deluge. He held no control of his bladder, and he held no control over when it stopped. All he held was an inhuman quantity of boiling hot urine, urine that just needed to be released in full. Regardless of the presence of another person who could clearly see it. A woman. Who was also peeing. "I-I'm really, really sorry about this," he muttered, defeated, resigned to just let nature run its course. "No worry! I understand very much! When you need pee, you need pee!" The waitress did not share the same sense of shame, pissing in the open while flashing everything to a stranger. Even hummed a little tune as her go kept going. "My name Jam Kuradoberi!" She even introduced herself with a bright smile, privates out. "Um, B-Bridget..." He had been raised well, was a polite young man, he knew it would be rude to look at Jam while she did her business. He knew this, yet his attention repeatedly darted in her direction. He'd realize what he was doing, look away, yet something always pulled his gaze back. And each time, he'd look a bit more intently, emboldened to bring her out of the corner of his eye. "Very rude to stare, you know. Legs one thing, but privates different." And Jam had caught on to it, admonishing him for the attempt. Feeling very hot in the face, Bridget quickly corrected his view. "Ah, I'm sorry! I wasn't trying to be weird! I was just really interested in your... pose. Are you an acrobat? How do you get that kind of balance?" Would my act be any better if I could stretch like that? Maybe I could fight better with wild kicks! Although, spreading my legs that far sounds... painful. If she held any animosity from his pervy behavior, she didn't for long. Soon, she was happily explaining. "Need very good control over body energy. I very good chef, make very good food! Eat food, become strong!" Though he wasn't looking to see it, Jam suddenly had a great idea, and her mouth curled into a smirk. "You want make up for peeping, you become regular at restaurant! Very fair deal, no?" "What?! You can't hold someone hostage like that! I can't stay here for long! Besides, I don't have any money." "You performer? I see yo-yo." "H-hey, no looking! I'm a bounty hunter, I'll have you know! I only do performances to make some extra money. Even if that's been most of it lately..." I know girls always go to the bathroom together, but is it normal for them to talk this much? "You need money, you work for me! I make you good waitress! Customers love you!" "Oh...waitress, yes..." Is that the reason she's not weirded out? She just doesn't think peeing around other girls is strange? Can't she tell from my sta... oh. It was hard for the sheltered boy to make total sense of anything happening, but there was one thing he couldn't deny: Jam was peeing while standing. Not only that, but for something Bridget had just moments ago considered to be a strictly male expression, she was doing it with far more technique and finesse than he could hope to match. Put simply, the girl was far better at the art of the standing pee than the boy. And that revelation was pretty emasculating. Also being demonstrated for him for the first time: how much harder girls could piss. He gave the wall a good hosing, but Jam was really spraying the poor thing down. Her pee was fairly clear, at least in comparison to Bridget's cloudy yellow release, so at a glance, she almost appeared to be washing with little more than clean water. Jam seemed to notice as well. "It like washing dishes in kitchen!" Bridget didn't even respond. No matter how one saw this shared moment, whether it be heaven or hell, it had to come to an end at some point. And amazingly, Jam was the first one to the finish line, her spout sputtering as it could no longer keep up the pressure. There were gaps in her gush, the spread narrowed, while simultaneously getting messier thanks to breaking apart and splattering across a wider area. Jam's face tensed, forcing out the rest in a hard blast that ended just as suddenly as it began. "Ah, much better feeling!" All the while, Bridget was coming to a finale all his own, as indicated by the diminishing vibration at the base of his shaft and overall reduction in tinkle diameter. His initial safeguards for modesty, ones that had all been for naught, initially placed him close enough to the wall that a better-equipped man would be pressing against it. Even after the early back step, he was still quite near. Because of this precaution, no matter how much power he lost, it still rained down the wall, just closer and closer to the ground. Then it was a bit of a sloppy shower of dribbles from his tip, and at long last, he no longer needed to pee. "Finally...it's over..." He shook the soft member to dry it off, and began taking it out of sight to put the little man back into his damp shorts. "Hyah!" "Huh? WOAH!" Bridget barely avoided a sharp thrusting kick in his direction, courtesy of Jam, by pressing his whole body against the wall. It was a close dodge, his long hair getting caught up as the wind from her foot whizzed past, his back getting slapped by his metal ring flipping up from the front being pushed against, and his junk stung from being packed too hard between his legs and the wooden planks. His legs did get a bit more wet from squishing against the wall, but after all the spray that splashed back while he was going, it didn't hurt him much. A little bit more did kick up onto the bridges of his shoes, as a result of a few little stumbles in his step squishing in the puddle, but it wasn't that bad. "What was that for," he confronted, facing her all the way. Instinctively, he rolled out his yo-yo, ready for a fight to break out. "Sorry, very sorry," Jam apologized, dismissively waving a hand as she smiled it off. "Pee ran down leg, had to shake off!" True, her left leg was still swaying as she explained, her loose pair of panties flailing on her ankle. But not for long, for she soon took hold of her underwear, slipping her other foot through, pulled it all into place, and wiggled her hips until she was dressed back up all good and snug. "Ooh, lucky nothing fall in puddle, very uncomfortable! I no can go undies-less!" Her gaze drifted down, and she truly saw it: the combined creation of two people, both very desperate to pee and now much relieved, in the form of a massive pond of piddle, rippling in the breeze and reflecting the orange lights of the street lamps, making the specks of dirt floating around all the more visible. At least, in the areas not taken up by a hearty coating of foam floating atop the golden sea. "Ah, just like drinks served in restaurant!" Bridget was a bit too young to be partaking in the kinds of drinks Jam referred to, so the reference was somewhat lost on him. "Listen, if we're done here-" "Oh, I go back to work now!" With a friendly wave goodbye, Jam skipped towards the street, possibly forgetting about the much closer door she had come through. Her first step had the telltale splash of someone exiting the scene of release, but every subsequent step was quiet, in the nice, dry clear. As she disappeared around the corner, Bridget could finally breathe a sigh of relief, his ordeal over, and pretend the last several minutes never happened as he avoided this place for the rest of his life. "Hello again!" Until Jam poked her head back around the corner. "I serious, you need work, you come here! You draw crowd with yo-yo tricks! And customers love cute boy like you! In five years, you be real lady killer!" For most of the offer, Bridget tuned it out, hoping not to respond so as to leave faster. However, he couldn't ignore that one final comment. "You can tell I'm a boy?" His eyes lit up, a genuine smile finally breaking across his cheeks, something missing since before he had to go. "Of course! You very, very cute boy!" With a wink and a final wave, Jam slid back out of sight, though her boisterous voice remained as she addressed the patrons inside. Bridget was stunned, dumbfounded. For half a minute, he was totally silent, staring off into space. With so many thoughts circling in his mind, many of them remnants from earlier, it was no surprise that it took some time for something coherent to come out. "...yeah, of course she could tell. I don't look that much like a girl. I'm already getting more manly by the day out here!" As if to prove his point, he raised an arm and flexed, showing off his...total lack of muscles. Not much of a physical fighter, but he could fling a yo-yo like a master, something he began doing to make himself feel better. But if women can pee standing too... What's so different between boys and girls? With each cycle the toy looped through, a small breeze was generated. One such gust was notable, in that it blew over and chilled his private parts. Not an especially unusual sensation when considering the wet patch on the front of his shorts that would be pressing against his boyhood, but something about it felt different, more... raw. No matter the cause, it was unusual, and he figured it would be prudent of him to investigate, so he looked down to check. And he saw the reason Jam was easily able to identify his gender: interrupted and startled by that kick, his penis and its two friends were still hanging out, flaccid and free. Oh... She glanced down at the end, didn't she? She looked. He could scream, he could panic, he could even head into the restaurant and demand either an apology or, to prove he was really serious, a fight. But Bridget did none of those. He instead hurriedly stuffed the little guy back into his shorts, feeling it nestle in place among the soggy crotch of the pants, and, without a sound, quickly walked out of the alley and down the road, picking up pace with each building he passed, never looking back. If anyone looked at him strangely, he didn't notice. He only looked down at his own moving feet, anything to distract from the volcanic blush erupting on his face. His only thoughts: replaying every second where Jam could have seen his wiener. It felt like hours he had left himself exposed. If I ever see her again, she'll have some explaining to do. A man wouldn't let this slide! Although... she seemed pretty nice. And if she's willing to let me perform... Well, I can think about it. The customers might have good leads on bounties.
  15. Hey there! I'm new to the site, but wanted to find more places to post my fiction after the whole Patreon situation happened, so here I am! ... The hacker sat cross legged on her floor, leaning against her bed for a bit of support. She’d bought an expensive gaming chair–the kind that was ninety percent of the way to being a carseat, it just needed the harness–but it was several feet away, and she’d already been on the ground, moving a box beneath her bed when the shipping notification pinged. With her laptop in reach and her focus engaged, she’d gotten to work right where she sat. Her back would protest, but that was a problem for later. Nor did it matter that it was just past dawn, that she’d been up all night, that sleep would have to wait for hours once this began. She had her game, and that’s what mattered in the moment. Elizabeth Sullivan did not consider herself a hero, but that’s how she branded herself, and to the few who knew her screen name, ‘Little Cricket’, it’s how she was to be treated. She didn’t consider herself a grown-up either, but that’s how her documents read–and as far as the government was concerned, it’s how she was to be treated. Shifting a bit, she noted absently how her diaper squelched–she’d saturated it heavily enough to justify a change, and she needed to poop. Strictly speaking, she preferred to keep that contained to the toilet, but she was in the middle of a project, her thoughts were laser focused, and she didn’t want to kill all her momentum by getting up to change and use the toilet. It’d just have to last a little longer. Tabbing through her notifications, she read data, soaking it in like a diaper absorbed moisture. She knew the patterns, she recognized information before she’d read it, and only needed to glance at what was written to confirm her gut feelings. The internet had existed for forty years, and for twenty, it’d been a tool used by more than half the world’s population. Elizabeth didn’t understand how so-called adults could be so incompetent in its use, so lax and lazy when it came to security. It’s like they wanted her to beat them. Her current target had fallen for a trivially simple linkswap scam to get his passwords, and from there, the rest of his downfall had been easy. A few tricks to bypass two factor authentication, a couple more to get into his financials. By most estimations, he was some flavor of asshole–he’d made his money scamming people into buying useless assets, the lazy kind of fraud that didn’t even take creativity. Elizabeth didn’t particularly care what he’d done. She’d long since learned, however, that if she targeted vulnerable victims, she’d be condemned, she might even end up in trouble with the law. When she went after criminal con men, though, everything became permissible. Leaning forward, she grunted almost without thinking, the seat of her diaper swelling a bit while she took control of her victim’s computer. She’d already decided on the game she wanted to play, now she just needed her participant. “Hello, piggy,” she said. Her voice was modulated, a bit–not to hide her identity, though, it wasn’t as though anyone would be able to track her down. She rarely left her condo, and few people knew what she sounded like. Rather, she distorted her words to make her targets uncomfortable. The man in front of her flinched–of course he did. A voice from nowhere had just addressed him, when he was alone, in private, working from his home office. In a work-from-home world, high-def webcams had become standard, which made her games all the easier. “What the hell?” he asked, setting down his morning coffee. He hadn’t even gotten to work yet. “Who said that?” Elizabeth gloried in the moment for as long as she could–watching her target’s surprise, the shock, all displayed in crisp HD from his webcam. Soon would be the horror and the realization. The sweet moments of early victory, while he still had enough dignity to show humiliation. “I did, piggy,” Elizabeth said. For emphasis, she moved a mouse on her computer screen, and the motion was mirrored on his own display. “Don’t close your computer. I’m in your wallet, I own your assets, and if you disobey me, you’ll find out just how quickly I can take it all away.” She wouldn’t actually take it all away. Others had disobeyed her before, after all, and if she actually followed through on her threat, it ruined the game. She’d take their money, but who cared about money? She wanted more than that. So, if he disobeyed, she’d only take half. Let him see the notification on his phone, learn what he’d lost, and frantically come back to beg. That was, in its own way, almost more fun than when her days went off without a hitch. “I don’t know how you’re doing this,” he said, “But I don’t believe you.” “Then let’s give you some proof, piggy,” Elizabeth said. She was rubbing the name in thick, but she wanted it to be clear that this was his name, at least while she spoke to him. Moving her mouse again, she opened his digital wallet, displaying the various cryptocurrencies he’d acquired. Selecting one at random, she sent it to an anonymous holding wallet with just a few keystrokes. It didn’t matter where it’d gone, the point was that her Piggy no longer had it. The digital equivalent of several thousand dollars, gone in a flash. He still had millions, but he’d gained it recently, and the psychological impact of the dollars lost still hit him plenty hard. His eyes went huge, like she’d just shoved him down on the playground and taken his lunch money. Perfect. “What the fuck–okay. Stop. What do you want? Money?” “If I wanted money, I’d already have taken it,” Elizabeth pointed out. “No, piggy, I want something more. You’ve hurt people to get this money, you’re a pig. You need to learn a lesson.” He swallowed. It was clear she could follow up on her threats easily enough–one wrong word, and she’d drain his accounts. His delicious fear sang when he asked, “What lesson?” “What you really are,” Elizabeth explained. “You’ve got a package in front of your door. I know how long it takes you to go from the computer to your porch. Go get the package, and return immediately–every second you dally, I’ll delete another coin.” He nodded, shook his head, and stared at his computer screen a little longer. “Okay. Okay. I’ll do it, just–” “The timer’s started, piggy boy,” Elizabeth’s tone was sing-song, and just for emphasis, she called up a stopwatch on his screen. Her target jumped to attention, scrambling out of the room. Good–if she kept pressure on him, he wouldn’t have time to think or come up with any bright ideas. She doubted he had the intellectual capacity to come up with bright ideas regardless, and even if he did, they wouldn’t be bright enough to beat her. Even still, she kept the pressure on. She’d win, no matter what, but she preferred to have full control of the game. He returned a minute later, holding a medium sized duffel bag. “Okay,” he said, taking shallow breaths. “I have the package–please don’t take anything else.” “We’ll see,” Elizabeth promised. “All I will promise is that after we’re done, you’ll never hear from me again. If your accounts remain full, that’s all well and good. If not…well, good luck getting it back, because I won’t be available to hear your begging.” He swallowed, looking between his computer and the duffel. “What are you going to do?” “Inside the duffel, there’s some water bottles, a bit of food, and an outfit,” Elizabeth explained. “Take off all of your clothes and put on the outfit. Is that understood?” Instant shock. Of course, it’s what she expected–nobody liked getting naked on camera. “What? No!” Another coin vanished with a big, dramatic notification bubble. “Oh dear,” she said, trying to pump sarcasm into her tone so that it’d come through even with the artificial processing. “You can turn your back–I don’t care about seeing your dick. Just get dressed.” That deflated his protests, and he looked again at the duffel, reluctance and greed battling in his head. She was so focused on the game that she’d lost all sense of her surroundings. She was a part of her laptop, and the vague smell permeating her bedroom, wafting off her diaper, may as well not have existed. If she leaked, she leaked, she had victory to enjoy. Defeated, her piggy unzipped the duffel, peering inside for a long moment in uncomprehension. Only after staring did he say, “No, I–I mean–please, don’t take anything. I’ll do it.” Elizabeth could have jumped for joy, if that hadn’t meant actually moving her body, taking her attention off the display and keyboard in her lap. The outfit wasn’t elaborate–just three elements–but she’d selected it with precision. Sometimes, less was more, and this was absolutely one of those instances. She genuinely couldn’t care less about his nudity, but she still watched him strip with glee, staring not at his body but at his face. The humiliation, the fear, she drank it in until she felt intoxicated. Then came the real prize–the awkward, uncertain embarrassment that came whenever she made someone put a diaper on for the first time since before they could remember. Inevitably, they always got something wrong, and she got to giggle as they worked to correct their mistakes. Her piggy laid down on his back, fumbling with the diaper. He first put it on upside down, then had to flip it, lifting his hips to slide it in place. While he did, little sounds kept escaping him–squeaks of embarrassment that he didn’t even seem to be aware of. Elizabeth’s grin just grew, seeing how his cheeks turned pink when he stuck down the tapes, sealing himself into a puffy white diaper that clung to him like a pillowy target. “And the rest,” Elizabeth said. “A diaper alone does not a piggy make.” Meekly, already halfway to being broken, her target reached for the bright pink onesie. It was mostly uniform in color, but had one bit of special decoration–a short, curled tail on the backside. He’d feel it, just a bit, when he sat down, just as she wanted. He wriggled to get into it, not understanding how the crotch buttons worked, instead stepping into it like a swimsuit and shimmying his legs into the outfit from the top, doing the shoulder snaps instead. Only one thing was left–a halloween costume pig nose, one that’d hold over his face with elastic straps. It’d be uncomfortable, and that’s what she wanted. Discomfort. A constant reminder that he was just a little piggy, with a little piggy nose. He pulled it over his face, transformation complete. Or, well–almost complete. He looked the part. Now he had to go through his training. “Alright, piggy,” Elizabeth said. “Sit down on the floor, criss-cross applesauce.” He obeyed. It meant he had to look up at his desk to see the computer screen. It also meant his posture and pose matched hers, except that he looked up at her, and she looked down at him. “I’m going to play a video for you, and it’s going to ask some questions. Every question you answer correctly, nothing will happen. Every question you answer incorrectly, I take your money away. Do you understand?” Of course he understood–and if he didn’t, she’d still start the video, just to see him struggle and try to learn by trial and error. Still, he nodded. “I won’t lie.” He’d jumped to conclusions about the question, but that just meant he’d be surprised when she showed him his video. “Please. Just don’t take anything else.” “I know you only care about your money, and I’m not lying either,” she assured him. “But this isn’t an interrogation. Consider it more…a knowledge test. If you get hungry or thirsty, or need to take a break, you can have the food in the bag. There are points in the test where you’ll have a few moments to do so. But, and this is important: Until the test is over, you won’t sit up, leave, or turn off your computer. Any of those actions count as a forfeit.” He understood the implied point, anxiety weighing down on his shoulders. “How long will this take?” “I hope you didn’t have evening plans,” she replied. He was a couple time zones ahead of her, but it still wasn’t past nine in the morning yet. “What if I need to use the bathroom?” he asked. Elizabeth didn’t feel the need to properly answer. “If you’re that dumb, piggy, I worry you’re going to fail this test. I’m starting the video now. Pay attention.” He’d already known, somewhere down in his subconscious, but the dawning moment of realization as he was no longer able to pretend still sang to her heart. Knowing, without a doubt, that he’d have to use the diaper he put on was triumphant to Elizabeth. In truth, the test was not really one of knowledge. It didn’t matter how much he knew, any toddler could answer correctly–but the questions would come fast, and they’d demand focus. He’d have to follow along for hours. Queuing it up, the cartoon began to play. A woman in colorful coveralls stood in front of a barn, and a cheerful tune began to play, simple guitar strums. “So many animals on the farm, so many sounds heard on the farm, all the animals make sounds on the farm, can you name the sounds on the animal farm?” Her piggy’s brow furrowed for a moment, confused. “I don’t–what is this?” Elizabeth didn’t reply, and the video continued. “What noise does the cow make on the farm?” He didn’t say anything. Grinning, Elizabeth removed a coin from his wallet, taking thousands of dollars away right for him to see. The song continued. “What noise does the cow make on the farm?” His eyes just widened. “What the hell?” This time, Elizabeth said, “Tsk, that’s wrong,” as she removed another coin, another couple thousand dollars in speculative value. “What noise does the cow make on the farm?” This time he got it, and finally, tentatively said, “Moo?” Elizabeth laughed, and the rest of his wallet stayed firmly place. “So many cows moo on the farm. What noise does the chicken make on the farm?” He got it, and this time, answered immediately. “Cluck.” “What noise does the chicken make on the farm?” “Cluck.” “What noise does the chicken make on the farm?” “Cluck.” “So many chickens cluck on the farm.” Elizabeth was satisfied–he’d understood, and now, all that was left was to wait and enjoy the torture. The song moved forward–next to the dog. “Woof.” Then to the cat. “Meow.” Then to her second favorite moment–the pig. “Oink.” And, finally, the crescendo of the song, where the singer asked, “What noise do you make on the farm?” Her target didn’t get it. “Um…hello? Human sound? I don’t know.” A coin vanished, and his anguish at financial loss was hilarious and cathartic. She’d picked an expensive one, too: He’d lost more than ten thousand dollars for that one little mistake. “What noise do you make on the farm?” “This is–there’s no sound for a person!” he objected, furious and near tears as she removed another coin–though, this time, she was generous and only cost him the price of a shitty car. “Think about it a little longer,” she replied, pointedly avoiding his new moniker. “What noise do you make on the farm?” Finally, with a dawning moment of humiliation, he got it. “Oink.” Success. No loss for him, as the song jingle finished its loop. “Good piggy,” Elizabeth praised. “Now, let’s see how well you learned.” The song began again, playing through the chorus–the twenty second period he’d get every repetition to drink, or to try and eat some of the food in the bag. She looked forward to that–watching him gawk as he realized she’s left him no utensils, that all the food was chosen to be as messy as possible. Would he try to lick the pudding cups out with his tongue and get it all over his face, or scoop it out with his fingers and dirty his hands? She’d even done tests with the canned spaghetti–when cold, it was slightly thick, and would come out in globs. If he tried to drink it from the can, it’d inevitably end up all over his face, and I’d get to enjoy his mollified reaction as he spilled red sauce and soggy noodles all over his piggy onesie. The song itself was only a couple minutes long, but that was fine–the repetition added to the torture. He’d have to listen to it a few hundred times before she let him off the hook–in fact, she had set it up to play on a loop until she told it to stop, and she wouldn’t be doing that until he’d leaked through his diapers and filled up the seat at least as much as she had that morning. She wanted him to really get the pig pen experience before it came to an end, after all. She could have gotten up then, letting the audio play in the background to ensure that the piggy didn’t get his answers wrong. She kept watching, though, enjoying her private performance as he enthusiastically called out the barnyard animal sounds loud and clear for fear that if he mumbled she’d take more money away. This wasn’t about justice, or punishment, or even revenge. Her target was an asshole, but that’d been the excuse to pick him as her victim, not her motivation. This was just about fun. ... 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  16. I’ve always enjoyed reading stories here by people who were able to share their desperation and wetting kinks with their partners. But I’ve also been jealous because I had had never found the courage to tell anybody about it. I’ve read posts here about telling a partner and how the results were mostly positive, but still couldn’t manage to confess it to my wife. We’ve been married for several years now but have already been together much longer. During all these years I had been wanting to tell her about it and share it with her. I waited for opportunities to bring up the topic, but always missed them. I dropped hints now and then, but she never caught them. So I feared she had no interest in it and would never consent to trying anything omo related. Earlier this year I had confided to hear that I would like it if she peed on me. She had replied that she would consider it, but never brought it up again. But last weekend I finally dared to tell her all and – guess what – she took it very well! She was kind of surprised and told that she isn’t into holding and wetting herself, but she’s going to try some things with me. She admitted that she likes to have sex with a (semi-)full bladder (which we have tried before) and that it feels much more intense for her. So I guess that’s a common point to start from. I feel really happy now that I’ve told her. It’s like some long awaited relieve and I can recommend it to all who still hesitate: If you love and trust your partner, tell them. You’ll be surprised. I want to share the situation which triggered my decision. Last Friday I had to drive to another city to get some business done, and my wife was going to join me because we planned to visit the Christmas market there after my appointment. In the morning before we started I was preparing breakfast and asked my wife if she wanted a cup of coffee. She hesitated and said if she had a coffee now she would for sure need to pee later on the road. I answered that might apply for me anyways, even if I didn’t have some coffee. (In fact, I often need to pee quite frequently in the mornings. I guess that might be because I mostly wake up pretty thirsty and drink a sufficient amount of water after getting up. And maybe my kidneys then try to make up what they couldn’t do during the night. Whatever, I’m no urologist or something, but the effect is comparable to the rapid desperation method.) She replied that she’ll have a cup herself then, and that we’d just need to pee together. You might imagine that this thought alone turned me on. Both of us used the toilet before we got into the car and started our journey, but just as I had expected, we had barely left the city when I felt like I could pee again. The drive would last only an hour and a half, so I had already decided to hold it and didn’t say anything about it. I was driving while my urge grew rapidly more intense. I knew there weren’t many rest areas with toilets on the route and we had already passed two of them, so I was pondering if holding was the right decision and was hoping that we weren’t facing any delays due to traffic. When we had still half an hour to go, my wife finally told me that she needed to pee. I asked her how bad it was and she told me it was pretty urgent. So I answered that I also needed to pee pretty badly. We discussed if there was any rest area ahead. She took a look at her phone and told me there would be parking lot soon, but that it didn’t have any toilets. She suggested that we could stop there and check if we could go into the bushes. But as we drove on, no parking lot appeared. Maybe it had been closed down. So we had to keep holding it until we reached our destination. I normally avoid holding myself if somebody could see it and had never done it in view of my wife. On that day I had already sneakily reached down with my hand and given myself a short squeeze when she was looking another direction. But now, as I was facing several more miles of driving with a really full bladder, I just thought fuck it. The whole situation of being desperate to pee together was turning me on anyways. So I didn’t care anymore if she could see it and just grabbed my crotch to ease my urge whenever I felt like. It didn’t take long until she noticed. She seemed irritated and asked me: “What are you doing there? Are you holding yourself?” I answered: “Yes I do. I need to pee pretty badly.” I told her that it wasn’t absolutely necessary, but that it helped me and just felt so much better. She sat there tensed up and pressing her thighs together, but showed no other signs of desperation. So I asked her if it wouldn’t help her if she also pressed a hand into her crotch. She said no and that she could hold it like this. She also told me that she felt so sorry about seeing me like this and that I could just pull over and pee at the edge of the road if I had to. I replied that I was okay and that I could hold it until we arrived, so no need to be sorry. Her watching me hold myself was making me pretty hard, it was such a turn on. Finally when we arrived, the first thing we did was going to the toilet. On that day we didn’t talk about it any more, but the experience was so hot that I already had decided to tell her everything. So on the next day when we showered together after having sex, I told her how much I loved it when she watched me desperate to pee and holding myself, and also that I have a fetish for watching other people holding their pee. It appeared that she found it kind of strange, she suggested I should think of something “easy” for her to try, like peeing on me in the tub. We had no time to discuss it any further then, but in the evening of the day after I told her all details, what I like and dislike about holding and wetting, what I would like her to do and which situations in our life together I remember when she was desperate that still turn me on. She also told me how she felt about all that. While we were talking, she gave me a long intense hand job while she had a full bladder. It felt like heaven. By the way, I really have to pee while typing this. I’m so excited now and looking forward to all we might share in the future. I hope that I’ll have some stories to share soon. (Sorry for the lengthy read, I hope you enjoyed)
  17. I'm creating a manga about ABDL and I need your ideas. It can be anything, as long as it contains something related to diapers and the like. I am ready to listen to any ideas.
  18. This is another story I thought I would put on here. This is going to take place during Harry's first year at Hogwarts, through to deathly hallows with some differences. With that being said I will try to keep to the original timeline as much as possible, but there will be some difference in it. Chapter 1 Harry Jame Potter was on the train to on the way to start his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was looking forward to learning magic and he was glad it got him away from the Dursley's for the majority of the year. He'd read all of his textbooks in the month before boarding the train and they were very interesting. He had learnt alot in those books and couldn't wait to learn the practical side of the books. He wished he had got to visit the toilet before coming on to the train though, even though he knew there was normally one on the train, he just didnt know where it was. He wasnt desperate, but he was certainly feeling the need to go. 'Is anyone sitting there?' asked a gingered-haired boy who he had seen on the platform. 'No', said Harry shaking his head from his thoughts. 'Can I sit there?' asked the boy. Harry nodded. He wondered whether this boy would be worth making friend with, he hoped so. 'Are you really Harry Potter?' the boy blurted out. Harry nodded. 'Oh I thought it was one of Fred and George's jokes', the boy said. 'No, I'm Harry Potter', Harry said. 'I'm Ron Weasley', said the boy. 'How many brothers do you have?' asked Harry who just wanted to get to the know Ron. 'Five. Bill and Charlie already left school. Percy is the oldest at school now', Ron shrugged. 'What do your brothers do now they've left school?' asked Harry, wondering what wizards did when they left school. 'Charlie works in Romania studying dragons and Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts', said Ron. 'Wish I had brothers', Harry said. 'Nah, you dont,' said Ron. 'I'm the sixth one to come here. You don't get anything new either. I have Charlie's old wand and Bills old robes, and Percy's old rat'. Harry didn't know what to say about that so he changed the subject. 'Have you read the textbooks for school?' asked Harry. 'Yeah, didn't have any choice in the matter. My mum made me read them. Not that I took much in mind you', said Ron. 'I read them too', Harry said keeping quite on the fact he had found them enjoyable. 'Bet I'm the worst in the class', he said voicing something that had been troubling him for a while. 'Nah, you won't be. Loads of people come from muggle families and they learn fast enough', said Ron. 'Although it wouldnt matter'. 'Don't suppose it would', said Harry. 'Do you know what house you'll be in?' asked Ron. 'No', said Harry. 'Well none of us do really', said Ron. 'I expect I would be in Gryffindor. All my family is in there. Although I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad and Hufflepuff are alright, but imagine being in Slytherin, I think I would leave, wouldn't you?' 'I don't know. I heard Slytherin has got its bad reputation from only some of the wizards its produced. Voldemort was one', Harry said. Ron gasped. 'You said You-Know-Who's name'. 'Didn't know I shouldn't', said Harry. 'See I have loads to learn'. 'Well you can say his name, but people are scared to. I just thought you of all people...well I suppose you've not really had much to do with things in the wizarding world', Ron said. Harry nodded and told Ron all about only finding out he was a wizard a month ago and having Dudley's cast-offs. '...and I didn't know about You-Know-Who or anything until Hagrid came', Harry finished. 'Blimey', said Ron. 'No wonder you was all alone on the platform'. The compartment door opened and a witch stuck her head through the door. 'Anything from the trolley, dears?' she asked. Harry who had skipped breakfast was starving. He wondered how many Mars Bars and other sweets he could buy that he could actually eat without Dudley snatching any from him. But the trolley didnt have Mars Bars, instead it had, chocolate frogs, liquirice wands, cauldron cake and pumpkin pasties. He brought some of everything and went back to his seat, tipping the contents on his seat. 'Hungry are you?' asked Ron. 'Starving', replied Harry picking up a chocolate frog. 'These arent really frogs, are they?' he asked. 'Nah, its the cards you want. Every chocolate frog has a card inside them, you know, to collect', explained Ron watching Harry unwrap it. It gave a giant leap and dove out of the window. 'Pathetic', said Ron. 'They only have one good jump in them to begin with'. 'Help yourself', said Harry wanting to share with Ron and enjoying being able to do that. Ron helped himself to his own chocolate frog and showed Harry how to catch it to be able to eat it. 'I've got Dumbledore', said Harry looking at the card he had gotten. 'I have about five of him', said Ron. 'Hey, he's gone', exclaimed Harry. 'you can't expect him to hang around all day can you', said Ron. 'You know, in muggle pictures, people stay still', said Harry in shock as Dumbledore sidled back into the card. 'Weird', said Ron. The train ride went on and they enjoyed themselves eating some of the sweets. Harry picked up some Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and opened them. 'You want to be careful with those', warned Ron. 'When they say every flavour they mean every flavour. You get the ordinary ones like chocolate, strawberry, vanilla but you also get ones like, spinach, liver and tripe.' They had fun eating their way through the sweets. They were only interupted by a round faced boy who was looking for his toad. He came back with a girl in tow as Ron was trying to do some magic but before he could even start the spell he was interupted by her. She had a bossy sort of voice and bushy hair with rather large front teeth. 'You doing magic?' she asked taking a seat beside Ron. 'Lets see it then'. Ron cleared his throat and said: Sunshine, daisies butter mellow Turn this stupid, Fat rat yellow There was a flash of bright light and Scabber the rat was jjust sat on Rons lap just as normal as he was before. 'Are you sure that's a real spell?' asked the girl who had introduced herself as Hermione. 'It's not very good is it. I've tried a few simple ones myself and theyve all worked for me'. She said all this very fast. 'For example'. She pointed her wand at Harry's glasses and said, 'Occulus reparo', and they fixed themselves. 'Goodness, your Harry Potter', said Hermione as Harry took off his glasses to examine them and put them back on again. Harry nodded. 'I;ve read all about you. Your in quite a few books you know. Your in Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts', said Hermione. 'Am I?' asked Harry feeling overwhelmed. He had gotten a few extra books for reading so he could get to know what he had done in greater detail, not that he could actually say that. He was beginning to hate being famous. 'Yes, didn't you know', said Hermione. 'I would've found out anything I could if i was you,' she said as she stood up. She told them that they had better get their ribes on before she exited the compartment with Neville trailing behind her. Before they could so mch open their trunks the door opened again and in flanked a pale and pointed-face boy with platnium blonde hair. Harry recognised him immediately from Diagon Alley. After a short discussion they left but not after trying to steal some of Harry's sweets and causing Scabbers to bite one of the boys with him. 'You've met Malfoy before?' asked Ron as he picked up a now sleeping Scabbers. Harry nodded and told him about how he had met Malfoy there. 'I've heard about his family', said Ron darkly. 'Their big supporters of You-Know-Who'. They finally got changed and Hermione walked back again and after a stern look after finding out the mess she went away again as the train started to slow to a stop. Harry was glad he had used the toilet when he had gotten changed after Ron had pointed it out to him, otherwise he would be feeling the need to go again through nerves. The train stopped and they were told to leave their luggage on the train as it was being brought up separately and left the train. 'Firs' years, firs' years this way', called a familiar voice and Harry saw Hagrid's enormous body come into view. They followed him to some boats and crossed a lake and up to the front doors where Hagrid knocked on the door and they entered behind a woman dressed in green robes, and hair tied into a tight bun.
  19. Anyone can start listing the Indian movies that features pee desperation and or wetting.
  20. This is a story I already posted on other sites; thought I should try sharing here and see if it gets any interest. Not sure I got the tagging right (what's the difference between "Participating Genders" and "Participant Genders"?), but here goes… The Baby Makers Chapter 1. Country House It was a grand old house, in the middle of nowhere. Not like a country estate owned by some old, rich person. No, this was literally in the middle of nowhere; as far as it was possible to get from a public road. There were disused quarries in between, forests long since given back to impenetrable walls of thorns, and acres of scrubby grasslands where the quality of the soil was too low to make commercial farming worthwhile. It wasn’t even high enough, or pretty enough, for hikers to come and trade footprints for photographs. They had to have chosen the place deliberately. Ana walked slowly up to the front doors, looking all around her as her shoes crunched on the gravel. Long lines of trees. Formal gardens, which must have cost a fortune to maintain, made a three-acre island in the middle of the wilderness. The grounds were immaculately set out, but there was no sign of gardeners tending to the displays. The house itself rose up ahead, three floors of impressive red brick. As she came closer Ana took a look inside, to find out what exactly these people were doing. She couldn’t sense anything, though. The whole place was screened, and locked down tight. That wasn’t exactly a surprise, but from everything she’d heard it was rare for anyone outside of the Order to mask their business so effectively. That was more grounds for suspicion; she would have to go inside. Eventually, Ana came to the front doors. They seemed built to a slightly larger scale than normal, so the ornate brass knocker was at eye level. In fact, it seemed like the entire building was constructed a little larger than the usual size. She could immediately see a couple of reasons someone would go to the trouble of making a large house like that, and she ran through them in their mind as she waited for a response to her knock. The first reason, and the most likely, would be to intimidate potential visitors. Ana wasn’t intimidated; she was here on behalf of the Supreme Order, and no initiate of the Order was ever afraid. They had absolute control of their own minds and responses before anything else. The larger door could also be to make the building suitable for people larger than a typical human. Maybe for a yeti, or bigfoot. Maybe for genetically engineered giants, or the rangy physique of alien visitors. Ana didn’t find that at all likely, because as a member of the Order she had access to the Black Library, and so knew the facts of cryptozoology with a certainty that even the most die-hard sceptic could never aspire to. And even with screening this good, there was no way some mad scientist could have developed a growth serum without the Order knowing. The last reason that came to mind was that it would make people approaching the door feel small and weak, possibly embarrassingly so, and would thus place them at a psychological or emotional disadvantage in the coming negotiations. Ana already knew she was small and weak, but she’d never let that make her feel inferior. She might not be as strong as many of her classmates, but she knew that her intelligence, her understanding or tactics, her quick thinking, and her reflexes more than made up for any lack of raw power. And as far as embarrassment was concerned, she considered that growing up around her parents, and with a name like Andromeda Anastasia Fairchild, had inoculated her against any future self-consciousness. Whatever their tricks, they would not work today. She judged two minutes had passed now, and still no answer. She reached up to the knocker again, and slammed it down hard. It was polished brass, old metal, and heavy enough to leave you in no doubt about its purpose. Ana liked that; so much more reliable than many of modern society’s ephemeral creations. Eventually, the door started to open. Ana reflexively stepped back, not quite sure what she was expecting. She was sure they wouldn’t attack her right away, or almost sure. The Order of Supremacy wasn’t widely known, and they didn’t make many enemies. Ana was the first representative who had been dispatched to this remote house, so in all probability the people inside had no idea what she was here for. It looked like the kind of door that would give a long and ominous creak, almost like the timber was screaming. But the sound was just a little whine of metal on metal, a hinge that might not have been oiled quite as recently as it would like. The space beyond the door was bright and airy, lit by windows somewhere higher up the building. The lobby seemed to extend all the way up to the roof, and sunlight flooded in to create a golden haze at the top. Heavy wooden staircases coiled around the edge of the room, and there was a desk in a similar dark and expensive timber in the centre. Behind the desk was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. His hair was shot through with grey, with just enough speckles left to let the careful observer know it had once been red. He was dressed in a white shirt today, with a tie that would have passed as formal attire were it not decorating with lurid yellow smiling faces. In one shirt pocket he had three pens, and the end of a chain which surely led to a watch in the opposite pocket. A bizarre clash of casual and formal, traditional and modern. Ana didn’t give him her full attention yet. She was more concerned by the person behind the door. It didn’t seem like the kind of place that would have automatic doors, not if that one weighed as much as it looked and sounded. A quick glance to the side confirmed this. She saw a rather old-fashioned lever lock that probably hadn’t been changed in half a century. Something like that would require a human being, or at least a servant more sentient than a simple motor to lift the latch. There was a person standing behind the door, but he was simply a servant. There was no hostility or aggression coming off him at all. So Ana turned her attention back to the figure behind the desk. A bureaucrat, she was sure. Not an owner, not a villain. The kind of mind that would happily count the number of paperclips it used each day, and would be proud of balancing the books. The kind of person who would be very easy to get answers out of. Although for an operative as skilled as Ana it rarely mattered; there was no way a human would ever be beyond her ability to manipulate.
  21. Do you know of any songs that mention urination in some way? I know of two, one's from a mans and the other a womans perspective. The male one is 'Don, Aman' by Slint. The female one is the song 'Heading North for Christmas' by Rae Morris Know of any others?
  22. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    (So it looks like Stand found the loophole for getting me to do male Omo...) X] And to think, all of this could have been avoided if they'd just let me use their bathroom! I mean, seriously --- they even made me drop my lollipop! XD Ok, fine! I've probably had this coming for a while... But that doesn't mean there aren't gonna be consequences for their little attempt at irony! :3 (Thank you for commissioning me again, StandH!)
  23. I decided to make an omo fanfic of Endless Space in my spare time. And I'll make it your problem now. Feel free to send any feedback besides it being too long, because I know that it's too long. *click* This is Alina Kriska, an United Imperium citizen with the assigned job of a diplomat. It is the 22nd of August of 3023, and I'm on a mission that could change the course of the whole galaxy. With the deteriorating relationship between the Riftborn and The United Imperium, every nation is at risk of being consumed by Cravers, mindless insectoids that know nothing but to destroy, kill and plunder. I am currently inside an escort ship with a Riftborn taking me to the planet of Noma, inside a solar system in major risk of a Craver invasion, and am expected to land in 4 minutes. My duty is to deliver a marvellous gift from our Great Emperor to the local leader of the Palio solar system and negotiate their protection with us. The fate of millions of lives hinges on this mission and my success. Long live the Emperor. Long live the United Imperium. *click* μ: (without taking his eyes from the computer) Can your people really protect our system, though? Alina: What kind of question is that? Of course we can. We have the best fighters, pilots and leaders of the whole galaxy. μ: Not that I don't trust you, but can you remind me what happened to the Xyx solar system? Alina: Xyx was only taken because the Lumeris got greedy and tried to take spoils in the middle of the fighting. μ: (completing Alina's sentence) "the Lumeris got greedy and tried to take spoils in the middle of the battle." Yeah I've heard it before, although it's crazy how, in the census right after that battle, no Lumeris were recorded to die in war efforts. Alina: …Since when has your kind been capable of being a smartass? μ: Right after an Imperium diplomat that I am escorting pulled out a tape recorder in plain 4th millennium. Alina: I'll have you know this is a state of the art recorder. It can even play your recordings backwards. μ: No wonder you guys are struggling against the Cravers. Alina: What is that supposed to mean!? μ: Nothing, ma'am. Don't worry about it. Alina stares at μ angrily while he stays silent looking at the ship's computer. μ: You are now entering Riftborn territory, our laws and regulations now apply, as you are an United Imperium citize- Alina: You don't need to continue, I've studied this, I know the rules. μ: Well, perfect. Noma is right there. As the ship approaches a grey, infertile planet, with completely white, featureless buildings coming from the ground as the only defining features, Alina looks out the window and is taken back by the surprising lack of beauty of it all. Alina: Oh, wow. μ: I'm sure you're in awe for being able to step on such a perfect planet? Alina: Uh… Yeah, sure. μ: This was once an oceanic planet, organic life all around, but through hard work and lengthy research, we were able to turn it into what you're seeing now. The closest thing there is to paradise. Alina: Incredible. I've heard of that, but seeing is… Really something else. μ: Beautiful, isn't it? The computer begins beeping μ: Oh, we're almost landing, sit tight. Alina holds on to her chair and closes her eyes in anticipation for shaking, turbulence or a sudden brake, things she was accustomed to with the United Imperium’s ships. After a few seconds of nothing, she opened her eyes and saw μ staring at her μ: 12 seconds Alina: What? μ: I was seeing how long it would take for you to notice we were already on the ground. Alina: … μ: Anyways, we’re here. The planetary presidential office is easy to get to, just take this wide boulevard all the way to its end. Alina: (still taken back by the other line) …Thanks...? μ: The ship will be ready to take off in 5 hours, so be back by then. Alina: Alright. Wait, before I go. Could you point me to the bathroom? μ: Oh dang it, I knew I was forgetting something on this ship. Alina: What do you mean? μ: Uh… Well, there's not much to explain, I have forgotten to put a toilet on the ship. Alina: (annoyed sigh) Okay, do you know where there's a public toilet here in Noma? μ: You've studied our laws, right? Alina: Yeah. μ: So you must remember section 32 of our organic tourism act. Alina: "Any and all organic matter brought to one of the Federation's systems by any intelligent organic lifeform shall be taken back in their departure", I remember, what's the point? μ stays silent, and after a few instants it finally clicks in Alina's head what that means for her ability to pee throughout the duration of her stay. Aline: Wait. Does that mean I'll have to hold it? μ: Yeah… Sorry. (completely genuine) I know how much you organics like to release salt water through your orifices. Aline: (pretending to not hear the last remark) Ugh, fine. Okay, it's just 5 hours, I can manage. μ: Uh, well. Best of luck to ya. I have things to take care of. Bye. As μ says that, it rapidly leaves the ship, leaving Alina to put on her suit, which she does over her normal clothing. She starts strapping on the suit's torso and legs followed by gloves, boots and, by last, her helmet. She looked down at her abdomen, before shaking her head "Nothing I can do about it now" she told herself as she left the ship and took a briefcase out of the ship's external cargo holder and began walking down the street. For Alina, it didn't look so much like an avenue, more like a wasteland, a giant trench between two rows of white featureless white blocks. And yet, the streets were lively, Riftbornes walking, talking, working, living their normal, inorganic life. Alina didn't think much about it, as she was more preoccupied with just getting to the system's office as quickly as possible and without drawing attention. "Deep breaths, walk normally, don't make eye contact" she whispered to herself. And she walked, and walked, and walked, for what felt like hours, but was actually just 15 minutes, until she finally reached the system administration’s building, another white building, with the only thing differentiating from the others being big grey letters high up for everyone to read "Administrative System Office". Alina: Oh, finally. As she got closer to the building, Alina was stopped by two Riftborn guards, the first of them had a laser rifle in his hands, the second, a lance. Guard 1: (putting his arm forwards to stop Alina) Woah, woah, woah. Stop right there, sir. Guard 2: (pointing his lance at the human) Identify yourself and what business you have here. Alina: (fidgeting a bit) I'm an United Imperium diplomat. I have brought an official gift from the Great Emperor. Guard 2: Ah, would you look at that, an organic. Guard 1: What do you have in that briefcase there? Alina: It's the gift, sir. Guard 1: Please hand it over. Alina does as she's told Guard 1: Have your identification with you? Alina: Yes, hold on. Alina immediately begins searching her pockets Guard 1: No sudden movements, kid. Guard 2: No funny business either. The guard with the gun glares at the other, but says nothing. Alina: Ah, yes. Sorry. Alina slowly searches for her ID card on her suit, as calmly as she can, which is to say, not that calm, before finding it on her breast pocket. Alina: Here it is. Guard 1: Thank you. Keep your eye on her, soldier. Guard 2: Yes boss. The first guard takes the briefcase and Alina's ID inside the building as Alina is kept at lance point by the second guard. As a few minutes go by, she begins unconsciously rubbing her legs together. Guard 2: Don't move. Alina: (trying to stay as still as possible) I apologise… How long is he going to take? Guard 2: Time enough to examine your case. Alina: (sighs) Do you at least have somewhere I can sit? Guard 2: …Elaborate your reasoning. Alina: It's to not keep standing, you know? Guard 2: Well, obviously (approaching its lance to Alina's face) but why? The sight of the weapon coming closer to her almost makes Alina leak. While she has been around many armed guards in her life, never were their tools pointed at her. Alina: (bashful and afraid) Uh, we- well, you see… I need to pee. Guard 2: Explain. Alina: Wh- what do you want me to explain? Guard 2: Start by explaining what is this "P" you just mentioned. Alina: It's… like, a waste product, sir. Guard 2: (with the lance almost touching Alina's helmet) From what process? Alina: (with a shaky voice) i-I think from living. Guard 2: (clearly not believing it) Oh really now? Alina nods, fearing what the guard will do with the lance. Guard 2: Then what is that carbon dioxide you organics are so fond about? Alina: It's another waste product, sir. Guard 2: Likely story… Even with its bravado, the guard still knows it is just a soldier, that should not cause problems for its superiors, nor himself, so it's pretty unsure of its actions. The guard thinks a bit, his weapon still very close to Alina's face. Guard 2: (retreating the lance a bit) Fine, hold on. The guard looks around, sees only other Riftbornes going about their normal lives, but nothing else that could serve as a chair. Guard 2: You can sit on the ground. But maintain your hands in view at all times. Alina: Thanks but I think that would make it worse. Guard 2: You organics are so damn picky. Alina didn't respond to that, just pressed her legs together and waited for two more minutes, before the first guard came back with the briefcase. Guard 1: Soldier θ, you can let her pass. She's registered and has no contraband. Alina takes a breath of relief as the soldier takes his lance away from her face. Guard 1: Here are your things. Welcome, diplomat. Alina: (hurriedly taking her stuff) Thank you, thank you. Bye. Alina entered the building, walking funny from needing to pee. Right after entering, she was face to face with another Riftborn, who was behind a desk. Receptionist: Ah, you must be the Imperium's diplomat, welcome, come in. Unfortunately, the governor is in an emergency meeting, but afterwards, he will be free to talk to you. To the right, there are some chairs, fully made for organics, such as yourself. Make yourself at home. Alina: Right, thanks. Looking around, the place was a big, bright, white room. It had only a small desk in the middle, where the receptionist stood, and to the right, some metal chairs; although clearly uncomfortable, it was better than nothing. Alina sat down, putting her briefcase beside the chair. Alina: Ugh. Upon sitting and finally calming down a bit, she noticed this was the first time that day she truly could take a breather without having anything that demanded her immediate attention. Alina looked around the room, noticed how very white the waiting room was, the lack of decorations, the emptiness of everything around her. It was a good five seconds until a wave of desperation hit Alina's bladder and demanded her full attention. Her arms instinctively went towards her crotch, trying to avoid wetting herself inside her suit. The receptionist, seeing this sudden movement, asks Receptionist: Do you need assistance? Alina: (holding herself) You… you wouldn't have a toilet around here, would you? Receptionist: I’m very sorry, but we unfortunately do not have the infrastructure for that on the planet. Alina lets out a frustrated whine, even though she completely knew that would be the answer, she still had some hope. After a few seconds, the wave passed, but her bladder was still uncomfortably full. Alina took deep breaths to try to ignore her discomfort for what felt like minutes at a time, but maintained her hands on her groin. Receptionist: I've heard that breathing too much indicates pain. Are you feeling pain? Alina: I guess you could say that. Receptionist: Should we call a medical service? Vanguard has the best organo-hospitals in the galaxy. Alina: NO! (clears throat) I mean, no, there's no need for that. Thank you. Receptionist: ...Right. And again, a strange silence befell the nearly empty room, a deafening lack of any sound, but the occasional muffled speaking inside one of the white walls. Alina fidgeted, waiting for the meeting with the system's governor. As the minutes passed, Alina grew more worried, maybe she wouldn't be able to deliver that gift, maybe the emergency meeting would never end, maybe she would start talking with the governor and have an accident in front of them, maybe she would pee herself right there and then. There would be no way she maintained her job after that. She would bring shame to the United Imperium. She would ruin every chance of diplomacy between the Imperium and Riftborns. The whole galaxy will be doomed and it will be all her fault, her and her stupid, weak excuse for a bladder. These thoughts probably weren't true, nor did they help with anything, in fact it did nothing but fill her with more fear and self-doubt, but once they started, Alina couldn't stop thinking them. The train of thought only stopped when what seemed like a wall opened up and a Riftborn came out into the room. Σ: (to the receptionist) What a pain. Can you believe it? They're gonna take out- Σ stops talking the moment he notices the diplomat's presence. Receptionist: Chief. The United Imperium diplomat is here. Σ turns its head to Alina, examining her, before turning back to the receptionist. It was only for 6 seconds, but Alina felt the stare so intensely, she couldn't help but leak a little, it wasn't visually noticeable, but she could still feel a dampness in her panties. Σ: Does the Imperium still not know how to do a video call? Receptionist: According to them, there was a gift they needed to give. Σ looks again at Alina, although less intensely, then back at the receptionist. Σ: And they've sent an organic? To this planet? Are you sure? Receptionist: Yes, chief. I've checked. Twice, even. Σ: Right. (looks to Alina) You, let's talk at my office. Alina gets up kind of awkwardly and starts following Σ, pressing her legs together. Receptionist: Don't forget your briefcase. Alina: Oh. Oh yeah, sorry. She goes back to the chairs and picks back the briefcase before walking as fast as she safely can to follow Σ into his office. When both get inside, Σ closes the door, which mimics almost perfectly the smooth texture of the wall. Unless you knew it was there, you couldn't find the door. Σ's office, just like every building she saw up to that point, was very white, very not colourful and very simplistic. In front of the door, there was a desk, with computers and screens on top of it, a window that led to the outside, a white book stand, filled with storage systems and the only decoration Alina sees is a Craver's head mounted high on the wall behind Σ's desk. The latter caught Alina's attention. Σ: Ah, I see you noticed my trophy. Alina: Yeah… Σ: The war has been tough on everyone, but that doesn't mean we can't appreciate a bit of death. Alina was not very thrilled about that topic. Add that to how she was feeling due to her bladder, and even a machine could notice how uncomfortable she was. Σ: (whispering to itself) oh god, these organic wimps. (talking to Alina) It's okay, no need to be afraid. It's not completely dead. Just sleeping, still doing organic metabolic processes. Alina: (shaking her head) No, thanks, it's fine. I've come to talk about business between our empires. Alina lifts the briefcase and puts one arm under it and uses the other arm to open it. Normally it wouldn't be an issue, but, with Alina's efforts to maintain her continence, her hands were too shaky to properly open the briefcase. If Σ’s face was able to show emotion, it would be cringing at that continuous failure happening in front of it. Σ: Please stop. Just hold it so I can open. Alina thanks and puts both arms under the briefcase, so Σ can get it open while very quietly cursing the Imperium and its organic diplomats with weak, unsteady arms. Upon opening though, his demeanour immediately changes. Σ: (opening the briefcase) Wow… Alina: (a bit rushed) Governor Σ. We, from the United Imperium, wish to gift your people with our finest luxury products. Σ: That's… a lot. Alina: 60 Voidstones and 85 Ionic crystals, sir. Σ: Well… I'm sure I speak for all Riftbornes when I say we accept and appreciate the gift. (extending its arm to take the case) Send your people our deepest thanks. Now with that out of the way, what's the catch? Alina: huh? Σ: There's no way you are here just because of that gift. What else have you come here to do? Alina: (nervously fidgeting) Well… You not wrong… There was, indeed, another thing the United Imperium wanted to talk about… Σ: Of course there was. What is it? And stop talking like that, I can barely hear you. Alina: (speaking very fast) We have reason to believe this system is under threat of an invasion. Sir. Σ: Ok. I'm aware of that. And you don't need to end with "sir", I'm not your superior. Alina: The United Imperium requests for permission to land military ships to help with the efforts in defending the system. Uhm, please? Σ: Sure. Go ahead. Alina: Permission granted? Σ: Permission granted Alina: Just like that? Σ: Yes. Although we wouldn't object to more gifts like this. Considering the many United Imperium defeats against the Cravers, she expected some resistance to the idea. But, that answer made things way simpler and faster for the diplomat. Σ: Do you have anything else to talk about? If not, can you go now? We'll be very busy now. Alina: Thank you, sir. We will not fail this system. Alina turns around, takes a deep breath and begins walking to the door, although with a little difficulty, leaving Σ with a great gift and lost in thought. Finishing this, she would only need to reach the ship, even without a toilet, there must be some bottle, some empty canister, anything she could pee into. Σ: Actually… The diplomat stops in her tracks, pressing her legs together. To be called again, after thinking it was over, made Alina's heart skyrocket. Did Σ change his mind? Did she make a wrong move? Was she disrespectful at some point? Did he notice she was rushing things? The silent panic she's in puts extra pressure on her bladder, felt as a wave of desperation. Alina: (with a shaky voice) Yes, sir? Σ: I want you to inform your superiors the following: the Grand Viceroy has plans to take away any Riftborn ships and armies from the system. Alina: (turning to Σ) I'm sorry, what do you mean? Σ: The Imperium will be on its own in this battle. All our forces are being taken to Vanguard. Of course, I will stand my ground and fight. But if the United Imperium decides against aiding the system after this information, I understand. Alina sighs as her panic subsides, it was just some information to take to her boss. Although her desperation continues increasing. Alina: (clearly wanting to finish the conversation as quickly as possible) I see, I'll let them know. Σ: …thank you Alina gives a nod, walks to where the office's exit is supposed to be, trying her hardest to not have her desperation known, and notices that she has no idea how to leave. Σ: Oh yeah. It doesn't work with organics. The Riftborn approaches the door in front of Alina. Without him doing anything, it immediately opens. Alina: Thank you, sir. Walking as fast as she can, Alina crosses the white waiting room. With her arms glued to her side, resisting the urge to hold her crotch. Receptionist: Goodbye. Alina: Yeah, bye. After Alina exits the building, she passes by the two guards, standing in their places. The guard with the gun asks the diplomat to stop, and she obliges. Alina: (visibly distressed) What is it now? Guard 1: You are almost running. That's very suspicious. Guard 2: Certainly not normal. Guard 1: One could say you are trying to flee the building. Guard 2: Maybe after doing something wrong. Alina: I'm just walking. Guard 1: Walking faster than normal. Guard 2: Really fast. Guard 1: You could bump on other people. Guard 2: Imagine the damage you'll cause. Guard 1: Soldier θ, will you stop it? Guard 2: …Sorry captain. Alina: (rubbing legs together) Okay. I apologise, can I please go now. Guard 1: Before, we'll have to check if you have stolen anything. Alina: I did not! What would I even steal from you? We're from allied nations. Guard 1: It's just the rules, kid, we have very important things. Now put your legs apart. Alina grunts as she, with difficulty, separates her thighs without losing control. While the guard frisks her legs, a spasm hits Alina's bladder and she loses a spurt into her panties, which becomes saturated. Alina: Aah! Out of instinct, her hands jump to hold her crotch, to the annoyance of the Riftbornes. Guard 2: (Pointing his lance at Alina) It's for you to stay still. Alina: I'm sorry, I apologise. It's just- Guard 1: Soldier, stand down. And you, diplomat, better pipe down as well. You are from an allied nation, so I'll be nice. Put your arms extended to the side of your body. Alina complies, with difficulty. Taking her arms from her crotch, she can feel a few drops coming through her urethra, but she can do nothing but hope that it doesn't show through. The guard palpates the arms, finding nothing, and then moves to her torso, from the upper body, moving down. Guard 1: Hmm, what is this? The Riftborn asks as it presses on a hard lump on Alina's abdomen. Alina: (arms going down) Aah. Pl- please don't squeeze it, it's my bladder. Guard 1: Hmm, a what? Adder? Alina: Bladder. It's an organ. Guard 2: (to the captain) I don't remember seeing that condyle on its belly before. Guard 1: (to the soldier) Organs grow, although… (back to the human) What does it do? Alina: Huh!? Guard 1: This should be an easy question for an organic, don't you agree? If it grew while you were inside the governor's building, there must have been a reason. Alina: (very embarrassed) Well… You see… I… it's… Guard 2: Come on, spit it out. Alina: It stores pee, okay!? It's full, it's completely filled. Can I please go already? Alina feels very ashamed to have to say this, although the guards don't understand the taboo, nor what any of that means. The Riftborn captain takes a moment to think with the other guard, meanwhile Alina's legs pressed and rubbed together. Guard 1: Hmm… Soldier θ, what do you think of that? Guard 2: Well, it did mention this "P" before as a waste product. If it's a lie, it's a coherent one. Guard 1: Hmm… Why would an organ store a waste product? Guard 2: Uhm… Good question. Any answers, diplomat? Alina: It just does, okay? And if you don't empty it, it does so by itself. Guard 2: By itself? Alina: Yeah! The Riftborn with the gun mulls it over. Guard 1: …Alright. Please, go now. Although it doesn't fully trust what is being said, it also doesn't want to risk filthying that perfect planet with an organic's waste product, nor create a possible conflict over an undue arrest. Alina: Ah, thank you. Thank you so much. With both hands in her groin, the human begins running back to the ship. Practically hopping foot to foot. Guard 2: Are you sure that was the right call? Guard 1: We don't don't have anything stored in spheres. So whatever it truly was, it wasn't from here. For Alina, her full bladder feels so full, so uncomfortable, modesty be damned, she just does whatever it took to not completely lose control. In her mind, everyone sees what she's doing and everyone is judging her for it. While, indeed, everyone can see her doing an almost potty dance, only a few, if any, Riftbornes know what it means. Not that it makes a difference for Alina, the pressure inside her only gets stronger, the shame only burns worse and her dignity only drains faster. "I can do it. I can do it." She told herself, even without believing it. After about 8 minutes of nearly running (plus 5 minutes of stopping in her tracks to avoid leaking during waves of desperation), she finally reaches the ship. With the pilot outside talking with a shopkeeper from one of the stores around. μ: …so there he was, helmet off, water and salt still pouring from every single pore in his skin. Looking more soggy than a Lumeris. The shopkeeper laughs. Shopkeeper: Man, how do you manage to stay sane dealing with organics? μ: A lot of work mandated thera- Alina: Pilot! μ: Ah, look who's back. This is Alina, the Imperium human I'm escorting today. Alina, this is κ, a friend. Shopkeeper: Hello. Alina: (visibly agitated, hands on crotch) Yeah, that's nice. Can you open the ship? μ: Well, we still have to wait for a few more hours to take off. Alina: Just open it! μ: Fine, calm down. No need to yell. μ takes a white remote control that was connected to him through a magnet and presses a button. A side door opens and Alina enters it as fast as she can without losing control. κ: What's wrong with that one? μ: (following Alina inside the ship) Organic problems. Talk to you later, κ, probably with a new story to tell. κ: Alrighty, bye. After μ enters the ship and goes through the pressurisation room, it notices Alina, on her knees, legs shut tight together, her helmet on the floor and her suit half open, with one hand leaning on the wall, the other on her crotch, breathing heavily as she's trying to hold through another wave of desperation. μ: Wow, you really are not okay. Alina: Please tell me you have a bucket, bottle, anything like that! μ: How will they help? Alina: I don't want to make a mess on the floor. μ: I thought you said you could hold. Alina: Nevermind that! Please help me. μ: Uhm… Let me think… A spurt escapes the human's bladder, the urine soaking through her undies and into her suit, causing Alina to panic even more. Alina: Think faster! μ: I have a few empty container boxes in the back. They're way too heavy to move them myself. Alina: Take me there. μ: You can barely walk, I'd have to carry you. Alina: Yes, just please, don't- don't let me make a mess here. Alina is nearly crying from a mixture of embarrassment and pain stemming from her situation. μ thinks about the human's request for a second. μ: Fine. μ picks up Alina, leaving the suit on the ground, and begins carrying her like a lumberjack with a log. Alina: Eek! Upon being supported on μ's shoulder, the point of contact between Alina and μ becomes her abdomen, putting pressure onto her poor bladder with each step her carrier took, sometimes leaking a drop here or there. μ did not notice this, the machine just continued walking to the back of the ship, hoping, praying, that that diplomat wouldn't lose control on top of him. That worry was also shared by Alina, who felt herself constantly on the edge of letting go. The rhythm of μ's gait, although uncomfortable, was also a reassuring reminder that Alina would be able to finally relieve herself. Until it suddenly stopped. Alina: Did we reach it? μ: No. We're waiting on the door to the cargo area. Alina: Is… is it not working? μ: It just takes a few seconds to open. Hang on. Alina: Nngh, I'm trying… She whined. While they waited for the door to open, the only sounds to break the silence were of Alina's muffled agony. Until μ got moving once more, with no prior warning. This surprise was too much for Alina to bear and her tired sphincter relaxed for the first time in a long time. Alina: Aaaahh. No… μ: (completely monotone) This is unpleasant in so many ways. Once started, she could not hold it again. Her golden liquid continued flowing, soaking through her panties, falling on μ and dripping down to the floor. Despite it all, the feeling of peeing after holding it for so long was pure bliss. μ continued walking, even if Alina was already peeing herself, it didn't exactly know what to do to manage the situation except finish what it started, especially since they were already so close to that cargo container. μ: Here it is. The Riftborn said while taking Alina from its shoulder and putting her, on both knees, inside an open metallic chest. Alina may have already been emptying herself for a few seconds, but still had much more to release inside that box. Alina: Haaah… The diplomat's mind was blank, with little to no thoughts, except the relief she felt as her bladder pushed more and more urine out. In contrast to μ, who was watching, half disgusted, half in awe, as the puddle inside the chest turns into a pool, and that pool begins rising before Alina was finally finished. It took a few seconds before the human finally processed what happened. Her bottom half was soaked, she just pissed herself right in front of an allied nation's pilot after being carried by it to use a cargo container as a toilet. What kind of self-respecting adult would ever do something like that? The shame, the humiliation, the powerlessness, Alina felt terrible and could not fight the tears any longer as she began crying. The pilot got closer and began patting her back. μ: Uhm… there, there For the Riftbornes, tears were just as weird as anything coming out of organic lifeforms, but μ at least knew a bit of what they meant. μ: Hey, look on the bright side. It was in a private ship, so you didn't break any rule. That did not help, Alina was still sobbing. μ: Human, what's the problem? Is getting yourself wet this bad? Alina: I couldn't hold myself, I made a mess in your ship, on you. During my first mission, no less. And here I am, in a chest full of pee, crying to a Riftborn about it. I am a failure, an embarrassment to the United Imperium. I shouldn't be a diplomat, I can't even keep myself dry. μ: oh Although not understanding the big issue, the Riftborn floated closer and got lower, offering its clean shoulder to Alina to cry on. It didn't exactly know why it was doing that, but it once saw humans doing so, and apparently it should help. μ: You can lean on it to cry if you want. Alina: (sniff) thanks… A few seconds of silence broken up by Alina's whimpering go by, before any of them speaks anything. μ: Why do you think you are a failure? Alina: Even kids know how to wait to use the bathroom. Why couldn't I? μ: …Because we don't have any. Alina: (sighs) You wouldn't understand. μ stayed silent as it thought a bit about that last line. Alina, too, was silent, while she thought about how everyone would be thinking less of her. Then, from the lower extremity of what could be considered its abdomen, a black liquid came out. μ: (monotone, but trying to feign some emotion) Oh no. It seems my oil from my engine has leaked. How very humiliating. Alina's thought process was stopped, as a small smirk formed in Alina's saddened face. Riftbornes didn't leak like that and she knew it. But seeing μ: Every Riftborn knows our reactors are supposed to be maintained, how could I have been so stupid. That little theatre of μ's took a few chuckles out of Alina. She was already feeling way better. Alina: (wiping tears off her face) Dummy, you know it isn't the same thing, right? μ: Woe is me. Now that I had my accident, forever will I be known as a "dummy". Alina laughs. It was such a dumb bit, if it was any human making that joke, it probably wouldn't be funny at all. But in her situation, a little humour from a Riftborn was more than welcomed. After laughing, she stands up, her legwear and panties soaked and dripping with piss. Alina: Okay, this is enough moping around. I need to clean myself, I am feeling gross. μ would confirm that her whole kind is indeed gross, but decided to keep quiet about it. μ: Did you bring any other human clothing? Alina: No... I haven't brought any. μ: Well, we still have about 3 hours, maybe 3 and a half before we can leave. Unless you want to get rusting, you should find a way to dry out. The atmosphere here is vacuum, all that water will boil instantly. Alina: I will die if I go out to "dry". μ: Oh, you'll figure something out, I'm sure of it. Anyways, I will be outside, with κ. If you want to properly introduce yourself, you're free to try again. Alina: Yeah, thanks. Both get out of the cargo room and μ leaves the ship through the airlock, Alina checks her suit, which, despite it all, is surprisingly dry, just a bit damp on the crotch. Although, to avoid it getting wet, she had to put it on while bottomless, which was uncomfortable, but unavoidable considering her situation. After suiting up, she goes outside to talk with both Riftbornes and wait for time to pass. A bit over three hours passed, μ and Alina went back to the ship. While waiting, Alina asked. Alina: Say, μ, we barely know each other, why did you help me? μ: I am a machine, diplomat, not a monster. Who wouldn't help someone in distress? Even if they were an organic like you. And that was the biggest lesson she kept from her first real job.
  24. From the album: Omo Art by Mr. Desperation

    This is where I am as I post this, halfway colored in, not sure if I even like it. I've stressed for like 3 weeks over this one picture, and I need at least 4 or 5 more to make the page I want. Drawing is hard work, but completely worth it.
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