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  1. I struggled for quite some time on several parts of this. The first was trying to create a title that seemed suitable enough. A minor pet peeve on my end, but it just did not have the right feel to it otherwise. I'm not even a creative writer in any capacity. After briefly toying around with the title of 'taboo testing' I scrapped it for the current one and left it as a template until now. As a warning, towards the end of this slight recount of accidents is a blatent hinting into the 'brown tag' present. I am aware this is not everyone's cup of tea, so evade of your own accord. A lot has happened within the last month. I've occasionally put up a status here and there, but between the pressures of my first year at university, managing my health both mentally and physically, trying to uphold a social life and coping with a few family matters over a long distance, it seemed my mind wanted to put the difficulty up to veteran. Originally holding the line against the enemy, two new threats decided to make an appearance in the form of a poofy white (and sometimes pink) garment and the bizarre feelings that might be linked to it. Being a topic I absolutely could not talk to anyone personally about I chose to read hundreds of posts, replied to possibly four digits worth of private messages all the while very cautiously dipping my toes into the waters. The community here was invaluable but I realised I would have to experience things and settle into acceptance to become happy and comfortable long term. Repeating the phrase 'You're not causing any harm to anyone' I wrote the same sentence into the back of my diary and embarked on this quest. To begin with it was a challenge accepting my new underwear. I fluctuated like some semi-broken heart beat monitor between feeling safe and becoming anxious. Deep down I knew it was a good thing and in hind sight I really could have used these sooner in my life, but better late than never. I'd estimate about 95% of the last month I have spent with some type of alternative pants on trying to adapt to the feelings. This split down into two brackets; Physically and Mentally. I was quite restless the first week or so that I tried wearing the diapers constantly. It felt demoralizing. It was my choice to do so, and part of me was pleased that there were solutions and comforts now available, yet there was also the cruel thought of feeling like an infant again. Thankfully a reassurance to the soul is that these new pieces underwear have proven their worth and are in fact rather comfortable, even if my first bunch of accidents startled me and made me upset. Physically, pull-ups and diapers do their job. They vary in their absorbency and thickness, as well as the practical sides of equipping them in the first place. Its with slightly flushed cheeks that I admit it took a few attempts of unfortunately timed bladder failures courtesy of Past-Kaylee not using her brain to identify the crucial fact... weaker pants struggle to keep up with a rate of absorbing my accident. Thankfully, once this knowledge set in I began trying to adapt my mindset and autonomy. It would be far less humiliating to have several spurts in future accidents than my usual tactic of holding until I leak everywhere 🫠 (As of this writing, while I am not perfect in this approach, I do feel it's an improvement). Next on the agenda is the Mental challenge. I'm already anxious enough as it is. The shame of it is a lot less than previously identified which makes me happy. As I'm still adjusting to the acceptance part of indulging in things I'll summarise it as being a sloped battle, like navigating multiple hills as I try to embrace this side of me. Linking to the Mental side of this are some physical traits, however. Despite multiple conversations I'm still paranoid about the senses of the body when wearing padding. The main stress points are auditory and sight based which should be quite obvious, but on the off chance you do not know then its down to the mind playing tricks on you. Although nobody has spotted or said a thing, it feels like I have a plastic carrier bag shuffling around underneath my clothing. Even in very close proximity to others this has gone undetected. Visibly speaking its a bit harder as I feel these pads bulge out of my normal clothes confines. This is where it goes in circles of paranoia as I feel others will notice, yet know they won't have the vaguest insight. Final grade is an S+ for stealth. Course, this is said with a fairly rationale mind set. In contrast to these ideals was the rather random and not-quite-thought-out choice where Past-Kaylee imagined it would be a fabulous idea to do things on purpose. Much like last month when I chose to stand in my shower and just let go, Kaylee engaged brainiac's mind control technology to do something similar. I'm happy I was alone for these, for I think I would have legitimately melted if I had been walked in on. Somehow, I don't think explaining to a would-be-observer that I was being hijacked by plankton would cover me. The first test went about as well as could be expected. Standing in the safety of my bedroom with the door locked and my chair pinned up against it, I shut my curtains and stood awkwardly in the centre of my room between the bed and desk, like the world's most rubbish thief. My Tena Ultima was hidden by my pyjamas and I recall kind of just having my hands hover semi raised... no clue what I did that for, as even when I pressed the 'release' button they didn't move. I found it rather surprising it took me a little while to finally go. Maybe it was because I wasn't bursting when I opted to do such? What I can confirm is that a spreading glow engulfed my crotch. I remember briefly turning to look at the en-suite toilet only a few feet away and just wincing. It was too late to stop anything and as my body finally settled down, I looked down to find that my pyjamas had a small droop to them and were quite warm. The feeling was no where near as intense as the shower incident, but there was a subtle...Pride? Taboo guilt? General naughtiness behind it. A repeat of this took place a few days afterwards, although not in the same setting. Possessed by the phantom of stupidity I thought it would be intelligent to test the diapers in a more public setting. (Before anyone yells at me in alarm, I am fully aware that it is not fare to expose the general public to this stuff. They don't consent to it, and although I have a medical history of legitimate accidents, purposeful experiences are a big no-no.) In this instance, I decided to roll an icosahedron to test the fates on their grand design. Ultimately this ended up with me squirming uncomfortably in the main lobby building at 22:30 in a corner not illuminated by any lights. My desire to go was a lot more intense than my forced attempt in my room a few days before and after some restraint my bladder was squashed like someone stepping on a carton of milk. I recall gasping as I felt the same warm feeling engulf me, and then alarm bells ringing when I felt some minor trickling going down my legs. Spooked and wishing I had a time travel device I hastily speed walked back to my dorm under the cover of the dark, content that my black leggings would hide things at distance. Fortunately I did not bump into anyone on my five minute journey back, where I hastily ran for a shower. The guilt and 'general vibes' were stronger than the few nights before. My third attempt at giving this 'stuff' a go was last Wednesday. While trying to brainstorm what made the shower incident so good I concluded that I needed authentic desperation. At the time it was my theory that the paradox of both trying to hold on and yearning for relief would clash into a big-bang styled explosion of hormones and synapses providing this goofy girl the wild thrill she was both seeking and feeling horrible for indulging. So I did... I took advice from several forum-goers and carefully upped my water intake, being sensible enough to not cause system shock or drown myself. While doing this I also put my training on holding to the test. I'd been trying this since early January with mixed success and a lot of nervousness, but the rewards were coming to me bit by bit. I chose to do it in the safety of my bedroom again. Sitting down at my computer I played chicken with time. It took me closer to the two hour mark to reach the point of uncomfortable burning. Looking to my en-suite would cause brief pulses of my bladder twinging, as if asking for some kindness, yet I flatly refused much like Rohan did. Simulating the pee-dance and uselessly bouncing in front of porcelain did nothing to help the onset of urgency, but I insisted on holding on. It wasn't long, but I soon got to the point of becoming too uncomfortable, so I once more stepped into the shower and just released the clamp. Roleplaying faulty plumbing my entire lower half started to heat up and simultaneously become soaked, but gosh was the feeling wild. It wasn't perfect, but it was similar to that first time. A rush of emotions filled with this naughty enjoyment lead to a fun time. ...And that leads me up to now. Course, these were deliberate 'accidents' (are they even accidents if its on purpose anymore?), but I have had legitimate mishaps during the last month too that I'll share at some point... On the medical notice I'm still waiting on my referral too sadly. Blah. This has been templated up since the weekend. I don't know why I put random references when I type things. They just come to my mind like memes do my social media and it brings a brief smile to include them. It's taken several re-writes and I find it slightly amusing that I develop this embarrassed jitter when recounting things, no where near as bad as my shaking when I was brand new to the community. With this said, as I write this last paragraph the jitters returning for an entirely different reason, referencing the more disgusting of the tags I've put in this topic. So far, I've found growing success with doing one type of embarrassment.. but what about the other? It's not something I'm outright disgusted with and I can't deny having browsed for stories and finding the odd image or video, though I think I'll always have a preference for the main one we're all fans with. Unexpectedly the 'joys' of pads have grown on me a lot too. I suppose it helps that a lot of models look quite well off in one 🫠 Makes you wonder how often you pass by someone who needs them too. Anyhow, I've rambled far too much this time, so I apologise for the long read. It's as I press Submit Topic that I look at my clock and gulp. I've not spell checked and I'm quite nervous. It is 01:47 as I write this final part. On my desk is a twelve inch 'four cheese pizza' that's missing a slice and soon to be many others...We'll see whether I chicken out of things or accept this shameful debauchery. Look after yourselves and as always, thanks for the love~ x
  2. I hope this is allowed here. While I’m not into messing, I have been curious about the prevalence of solid messing accidents. I know there’s the classic “trusted a fart” accidents, I myself have to wear protection when I have diarrhea because it just leaks out without warning. I’ve never heard of someone accidentally pooping a mound in their pants. I’m sure it’s possible, but does it happen to people?
  3. I've posted this in a previous forum but wanted to share here! Newly independent Madeline has to navigate one more hurdle before she leaves for college. All characters are 18+ PART 1 Maddie squirmed in the backseat of her mother’s car. It had only been an hour and half since they had left their home, but her stomach was already gurgling and causing her discomfort. It was early in the afternoon, not even two o’clock yet, and they were close to arriving at her aunt’s house for a barbecue. Maddie tried to distract herself by reading the license plates of passing cars. She didn’t want to think about the inevitable predicament she would soon be in. This diaper punishment is going worse than I thought… she lamented to herself. Today was officially day nine of one month in diapers for Maddie. The first week was difficult for her, her delicate sense of pride and confidence was set back fiercely, and she hoped she could regain her sense of independence by the time she left for college in a few months. One day she was driving around with her friends, attending graduation parties and drinking into the night, and the next day her own mother was tending to her dirty diapers on their living room floor. Maddie had stayed at home mostly since her diaper punishment began. She had to wear thick, noticeable, adult diapers twenty-four hours a day, and she couldn’t bear to let her friends see her that way. It was also easier for her to wet and mess her diapers in the privacy of her own home, rather than resorting to using them in public. She didn’t want to go to this event today, but Amy made it clear that both she and her daughter needed to attend her sister Ruth’s annual family barbeque. The light blue sundress Maddie was wearing did a good job of hiding her thick diaper. In the mirror prior to leaving, Maddie tried various combinations of jeans and leggings, but all of them were too tight to mask the bulky garment she was required to wear. Maddie looked down at her white sneakers and crossed her legs. She thought about maybe bargaining with her mother on stopping at a bathroom, since she had never been in this predicament before, out and about on the town with the increasingly real probability of a messy diaper. The rumbling in her bowels was growing stronger. Even if they pulled over right this instant, she was worried she might not make it to a bathroom. Maddie looked out the window. She and her mother were still on the highway, and she saw no signs of any rest stops or exits anywhere close. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Since her punishment began, Maddie had only messed a handful of times. In each instance, she had the luxury of squatting in her room, or standing and bending over slightly to relieve herself. Now she was sitting squarely on her butt, and was trying to stealthily mess so as not tip off her mother in the driver’s seat. Maddie hated “going” in a diaper when her mother was watching. She placed the palms of her hands on either side of her legs and lifted herself up slightly. Once her butt was raised off of the seat, Maddie held her breath and pushed. A deluge of hot mess began to fill the seat of her diaper. Maddie exhaled and released the pressure on her bladder, beginning to flood her diaper with warm pee. The waste in her diaper mixed together to form a wet, slimy sludge that was growing larger and expanding throughout the garment by the second. It took nearly thirty seconds for Maddie to finish wetting and messing herself. With her butt still in the air and her arms getting tired of keeping herself in suspension, she lowered herself onto her poopy diaper. She grimaced as felt the warm contents of her diaper squelch up between her legs and towards the front. Once all her weight was placed down, she relaxed her body and sighed. She felt like she was sitting in a pile of hot pudding, and was completely coated by the mess. In her silent struggle, Maddie had not alerted her mother that she had just filled her diaper. Amy was staring straight ahead with her eyes on the road. Maddie took a deep breath sheepishly and started, “Mom…?” Amy looked in the rearview mirror and made eye contact with her daughter. Maddie’s face was contorted in a frown, and her brow was furrowed. “Yes, sweetheart?” Amy asked. Maddie tilted her head back into her seat headrest in defeat and embarrassment. “Mom, I messed my diaper.” She admitted. In a matter of fact tone, Amy replied “Well, that’s alright, honey. That’s what the diapers are there for. You just hang tight for another half hour or so and we can change you when we get to Aunt Ruth’s.” Maddie sighed. Before she even relieved herself she knew this would be the inevitable result. She would have to walk into a family party with her loaded diaper, say hello, and then get changed in some side guest room. “Maddie,” Amy said, “where did you put you diaper bag? I don’t see it up front here, do you have it in the back?” Maddie was confused and asked “I thought you had it, Mom.” Amy sighed and gave Maddie a pained look in rearview mirror. “Honey, no. What did I say a few days ago? This is your punishment, you need to be responsible for your diapers when we leave the house.” Maddie’s heart began to beat a bit faster. “Well, can we go back and get it?” she asked. Amy shook her head. “No, sweetheart, we’re almost there. You’re just going to have live with it, and deal with that diaper until we get back home.” “Until we go back home?” Maddie flinched and uncomfortably shifted in her seat, inadvertently spreading her slimy mess. “But Mom, that could be hours from now! Can we stop at a store, and maybe pick up some new diapers?” Maddie was getting desperate. “No, Maddie. This is part of the deal. You need to be more responsible about these things. I’m not going to spend all day worrying about when you soil yourself and when you need a change. Besides, this might teach you a valuable lesson about taking care of yourself. When you go to college in a few months, I’m not always going to be there to bail you out of situations. And that is that.” Amy finished lecturing her daughter and then focused back on the road. Maddie was stunned but there was nothing else to be said to her mother. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat. Her messy diaper was still warm but rapidly cooling off. She grumbled and sighed, It was going to be a long day… PART 2 Aunt Ruth’s house could be picked out from the rest of the streets on her block from a few hundred yards away. There were dozens of people congregated on the porch, front lawn, and street outside the house holding red plastic cups. Ruth’s yearly barbeque was mostly for family, but she was sure to invite friends from the neighborhood as well. Parking around the block, Amy grabbed a container full of potato salad and turned towards her daughter in the backseat. “Ok Maddie, ready to head in?” “I guess,” Maddie muttered. She opened the door and stepped out of the car. Her diaper sagged a bit once she stood up, but it was still wrapped tight around her waist, a testament to her mother’s expert diapering. She squatted slightly and spread her legs apart, trying to find a comfortable position where she wasn’t acutely aware of the mess clinging to her. Maddie quickly found that her attempts were futile, and resigned herself to the feeling. Walking up to the front porch, Amy saw Ruth from afar near her front door, propping it open to allow party guests to filter in and out. “Ruth!” Amy called out. She approached with Maddie and cradled the potato salad in one hand. Ruth turned her attention away from the door and said “Amy! Maddie! So good to see you!” She extended her arms in a hug to Amy. “So glad you could make it,” she continued. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Amy added. Ruth turned to Maddie with her arms open, “And how are you Maddie? Enjoying your summer so far?” Maddie embraced Ruth and replied, “Hi Aunt Ruth, yes of course. It’s been a blast so far.” “Good, I’m glad” Ruth said. She hugged Maddie for a moment before blurting out, “Pee-yew! Do you both smell that? Did someone bring their dog over today? I hope if someone did they at least brought some bags with them…” Ruth looked around and tried to assess where the smell was coming from. Maddie shrunk back, hoping that this moment would pass without having to reveal her situation further. “Oh Ruth, I wouldn’t worry,” Amy said. “I know where that smell is coming from. Maddie? Would you care to explain?” Maddie wished she could melt into the earth. “Uhhh, well….” Ruth looked into her shifting eyes. “What is it, Maddie?” “Well, I’m wearing a diaper…. Today…” Ruth titled her head in confusion. She looked to Amy to gauge a response. “Hmm, a diaper? Why are you wearing a diaper, Maddie?” Ruth inquired. Maddie’s face began to flush red. “I did something bad and now I need to wear them for a while.” “Something bad? Did you get into an accident, sweetheart? Are you okay?” Amy took this opportunity to jump in with zero hesitation. “Well Ruth, the other week I was alerted by my bank that a suspicious check was cashed from my account. After some sleuthing, it turns out that our sweet Madeline here,” she gestured to her daughter, “had forged my signature to try and take a few hundred dollars out of my account. Isn’t that right?” Maddie rolled her eyes. “It was only a few hundred dollars, you would’ve never known it was gone anyway.” The soft sympathy in Ruth’s voice melted away. “Maddie, I can’t believe this. Who taught you how to do that? You can get in a lot of trouble doing something like that, you’re lucky it was just your mother who caught you.” Maddie lowered her head. “I know, it was wrong. I’m sorry.” “Now, as punishment, Maddie is required to wear diapers all day, every day, for one month.” Amy said. Ruth’s face grimaced slightly. “Hmm, sounds… excessive, but you are her mother. Whatever you think is best.” Slightly disgusted, but still curious, Ruth added “Maddie, do you have to use your diapers?” Maddie nodded. “Do you have to use them for… everything?” Maddie hesitated, but nodded. “Oh, your poor thing. That’s what that smell is. Amy, are you going to change her? I have a guest room upstairs you can use.” “Why don’t you tell Aunt Ruth, Maddie? Are you going to get a diaper change here today?” Maddie sighed. “I forgot my diaper bag at home. We don’t have any new diapers for me to change into.” Ruth shook her head dismissively. “I’m sorry to hear that Maddie. I wish I could help, but you should just enjoy yourself the best you can today, no matter how dirty your diaper is, ok? Now c’mon, let’s go inside and say hi to the rest of the family” Maddie nodded, and she and Amy followed Ruth inside the house. PART 3 THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The heavy plopping of beanbags on wooden frames echoed throughout the yard. “Nice job, Maddie! Three for three!” Maddie’s cousin yelled from across the yard. “Thank you!” Maddie chimed back. She turned to her other cousin, Josh, standing beside her. “You better make all three throws if you want to match me, Josh!” She taunted. “Yeah yeah,” Josh waved her off. “You got lucky.” He squared up to toss the beanbags he was holding, while Maddie smiled to herself. Her spirits had picked up in the past hour or so. Despite the messy diaper taped between her legs, she was managing to have a good time at her family barbeque. She was playing the backyard game “cornhole” and putting up some points against her cousins. After an hour or so, she hardly smelled anymore and was able to congregate with other people without feeling embarrassed. Her diaper, while still full, was drier now and she was less conscious of it. While waiting for the beanbags to make her way back to her for her next turn, Maddie saw her uncle drinking from a hose from the across the yard which reminded her of her own thirst. She took a sip of cola from her red plastic cup, and realized she needed to pee. Maddie gritted her teeth. She knew it was just a matter of time until she had to go again, but she was hoping she could’ve put it off longer. She certainly had a few more hours at the party left, and that wasn’t even counting the nearly two hours in the car until she was home again. She didn’t have many options, or any options at all, frankly. She thought back to her mother’s stern directions when her diaper punishment began. For the next month, your diaper is your bathroom. Anything you do in there, you do in here. Amy had even patted Maddie’s diaper to emphasize her point at the time. Maddie waited until she had an opportunity to play another turn of cornhole. Once she finished tossing her last bean bag, she decided to slowly but steadily begin re-filling her diaper. She spread her legs ever so slightly apart and began to release a trickle of urine. The liquid began to warm up the previously, dry and caked-on contents of her diaper. She felt gross, but there was no other option. Soon it felt no different or less wet and sludgy than when she had messed in the car a few hours prior. “Uhh, Maddie?” Josh said. “Yes, Josh?” Maddie turned to look at him. “Maddie are you wetting yourself?” He said with a chuckle. Hurriedly looking down, Maddie could drops of pee were falling from out under her dress. “No, I think-- Maybe that’s just my drink—I must’ve spilled something…” She stammered. She was still peeing as she spoke, and was so startled she began to pee faster. This caused her diaper to leak more, turning a few rogue droplets into a small stream. Josh laughed and said “Maybe you should clean yourself up a bit.” Maddie, mortified and soggy, silently began to waddle away from the cornhole board and towards the back of Ruth’s house. PART 4 Warm, summer nights were always some of Maddie’s favorite days of the year. There was nothing like kicking back with family and friends while watching fireflies flash throughout the night, and looking up at the stars. Tonight, however, was more of a nightmare for Maddie. It was nearly nine o’clock, and the sun had set. Some people had left, but Aunt Ruth’s party was still going on and wasn’t looking like it was going to slow down anytime soon. Maddie was trying to think. She hadn’t talked to her mother in a few hours so she couldn’t tell if she wanted to leave soon. Maddie needed to know because she had to go to the bathroom again, badly. After her leaking incident a few hours prior while playing cornhole, she knew she couldn’t afford to go into her thoroughly used diaper again. She knew she would regret this, but she would have to negotiate with her mother. Waddling through the living room of Aunt Ruth’s home, Maddie kept an eye out for Amy. She didn’t want to stop and talk to anyone else while inside, the close confines would trap the smell of her diaper more than they would outside, where she spent most of the day. Soon, Maddie spotted Amy talking to Ruth again in the kitchen, both of whom had a glass of white wine in their hands. Maddie took a deep breath and walked over. Ruth saw Maddie first out of the corner of her eye. “Well look who it is,” she teased slightly. “Are you having fun today I hope, Maddie?” Maddie cracked a smile and said, “Yes Ruth, I have been. I just wanted to ask my mom something real quick.” Amy looked over to Maddie, and almost sensing that she was about to hear something she wasn’t going to like, asked “What is it, Maddie?” “Mom,” she started, “I need to use the bathroom.” Amy sighed and gave her a patronizing glance. “Maddie, what did we talk about? You need to use your diaper for these things. Please, I don’t want to hear any more about this.” “Mom, you don’t understand,” Maddie held firm. “I’m leaking. I used this diaper a few hours ago and I leaked all over the lawn. It can’t hold up anymore.” Ruth cringed and Amy rubbed the bridge of her nose. “This is why I told you that you need to be more responsible, if you had just kept track of you diaper bag this wouldn’t even be an issue.” Maddie felt like she was losing the argument but she had to keep pushing. “I know, I’m sorry, but I really, really need to go and I can’t just leak everywhere.” She turned to Ruth with a pleading look. “Aunt Ruth, you don’t want me leaking all over do you? Can you please tell my mom to consider letting me use the bathroom?” Ruth, with pity in her voice, turned to Amy. “She does have a point, Amy. What is she supposed to do? It’s just one diaper, it can’t last forever.” Putting down her wine glass in frustration, Amy turned to Maddie. “Ok, Maddie, fine. You can use the bathroom this one time. Then it’s back to your diaper. Do you understand me?” This wasn’t as ideal of a solution as Maddie had had in mind, but she did really need to go. “Yes, sure, of course, Mom.” “Ruth, where is you guest room again? Is there a bathroom up there?” Amy asked. “Yes, up the stairs, down the hall to the left, there is a conjoined guest bedroom and bathroom.” Amy grabbed Maddie’s hand. “C’mon, let’s go.” She led her daughter out of the kitchen and up the stairs toward the back of the house. PART 5 “You’re really something, you know that Maddie? You’re eighteen years old now, and about to go to college. You need to stop making mistakes like this and take responsibility for yourself. No more forgetfulness, no more shrugging things off, no more fraud.” Amy sternly and tightly held Maddie’s wrist as she led her into the back bathroom. Maddie’s need to relieve herself was growing more urgent by the minute. Upon finding the room, Amy told Maddie “Stand right there by the foot of the bed, give me a second.” Maddie did as she was told. Amy riddled through a closet and eventually grabbed two towels, and laid them on top of each other on the bed. Looking back at her daughter, Amy pointed to the bed and said “Sit.” Doing as she was told, Maddie positioned herself in front of the bed and gingerly tried to sit down on the towels. Her mother noticed this and grabbed her shoulders, giving her a slight push. Maddie winced as her weight dropped on top of her poopy diaper. It had been hours since she last went in it but she still didn’t appreciate it mushing up against her. Amy grabbed the bottom of Maddie’s blue sundress and began to hike it up above the diaper. “So here is what’s going to happen,” she began. “I’m going to peel this diaper off of you, and you’re going to get up and use the toilet.” Amy pointed to the door next to the bed which lead to the conjoined bathroom. “You’re going to use the toilet, and then I’m going to tape you back up in this diaper. Are we clear?” Maddie didn’t like the sound of that. She was hoping her mother could give her a pass this once, and clean her up for the last few hours of the night and let her walk around without a diaper. “I have to put this diaper back on?” Maddie whimpered. “Don’t act surprised with me, young lady. What did you think was going to happen? You know full and well that you are required to spend a month in diapers, no exceptions. I’m only allowing you to use the toilet this one time as a courtesy to my sister, so her niece isn’t leaking all over her house.” Maddie let out a small groan and covered her face. “Ok! Please, just—I need to use the bathroom.” “Alright,” Amy said. She brought her hands to the tapes on Maddie’s diaper and slowly pulled apart each of the four tabs. Once undone, she pulled the front of Maddie’s diapers down and revealed the contents inside. “Ugh!” Amy exclaimed. “You really did a number in this diaper!” She pinched her nose and laughed slightly. “This is the worst one yet.” Maddie was completely coated in her own waste. From the back, to the front, and well between her legs, she was covered. The smell was nauseating and Maddie got up on her elbows to assess the damage. She took a momentarily look but quickly averted her eyes. She was well acquainted with the sensation of her dirty diaper throughout the day, but now couldn’t bring herself to look at it directly, especially if she was going to be hopping back in it in a few moments. Maddie shimmied forward off the bed and in the process dragged herself over the length of the messy diaper. She stood up, freed momentarily from her diaper. Amy, still pinching her nose, said “Go on and do whatever you need to do,” and pointed towards the bathroom. Maddie walked towards the bathroom and shut the door. PART 6 Maddie opened the door of the guest bathroom with a much clearer head. It was refreshing to use a toilet for first time in over a week, even if it was only a temporary relief. Looking back towards the bed in the guest room, Maddie saw her mother sitting dutifully next to her outstretched, soiled diaper on top of the two towels. “Alright, sweetheart. Time to get back in.” Amy patted the bed next to the filthy garment. Maddie’s eyes began to water. “Mom, please… I don’t want to wear that diaper anymore…” Amy replied firmly, anticipating this resistance, “Honey, you know the rules. If you don’t have your diaper bag, this is the only diaper available. Now don’t make me ask again.” Maddie took a step forward, but stopped. With a tear coming down her face, she protested “I won’t steal from your checkbook anymore! You’ve made your point! This is just, so, so gross… Can’t you just clean me up and take us home? Aren’t we leaving soon?” Raising her voice, Amy nearly shouted, “Madeline, you come over here right now and you lay down on this diaper! Do you hear me? So help me, if I hear one more complaint out of you, I’ll put this diaper on you and you won’t be changed until tomorrow, do you understand?” Maddie sniffled and nodded. She slowly walked towards her mother and positioned her back to the outspread diaper. “That’s a good girl. Now, sit down,” Amy gave a gentle push to Maddie like she did a few minutes prior when she was removing the diaper. Maddie felt the familiar mush on her butt again but was no longer surprised by the feeling. She leaned back on the bed and let her mother do her work. “There we go,” Amy said, pulling up the diaper between Maddie’s legs. She slowly taped each adhesive tab tightly across the front on the diaper, and Maddie was securely fastened in her dirty diaper once again. Maddie was quiet, and still sniffling. She knew better than to protest anymore. Amy helped pull her up off the bed by her hands and gave Maddie a kiss on the cheek. “It’s ok, honey. Let’s say goodbye and go home.” PART 7 The headlights on Amy’s car were the only movement breaking the still of the night as she pulled into her driveway. Putting the car into park, she looked into the rearview mirror and saw her daughter in the backseat fast asleep. It was a long drive home, and Maddie was quite exhausted from a very stressful day. Amy put the car in park and stepped out. Quietly, she opened the door to Maddie’s seat and tried her best to not wake her up. Still asleep, Amy lifted her daughter’s blue sundress and assessed her diaper. Poor thing… She mused to herself. Even with only her car’s dim overhead light, Amy could clearly make out the brown stain of the diaper’s padding between Maddie’s legs. Amy softly stroked some of her daughter’s hair behind her ear and whispered, “Maddie, time to wake up. We’re home now…” Maddie rustled out of her sleep and came to. She felt relieved she was able to sleep through the car ride. She mumbled and undid her seatbelt and began to get out of the car. As Maddie was climbing out of the car and heading towards the front door of their home, Amy opened the trunk of her car. She grabbed the strap of a gray and green utility bag, and tossed it over her shoulder. She closed the car trunk and began following her daughter inside. Maddie sleepily turned around to see what her mother was getting out of the trunk when her eyes went completely wide. “Mom! My diaper bag!” She gasped. “But—how? Was it in the trunk the whole time?” “Yes sweetheart, it was,” Amy said nonchalantly, walking past her dumbfounded daughter and towards the door. “So I could’ve gotten a change at any point today? But—Why didn’t you tell me?” Maddie’s exasperated voice rang throughout their front yard. “Well, honey,” Amy said, “like I said, you are responsible for your diaper bag, not me. If you don’t know where your diapers are, then what good are they to you? Missing diapers are about as helpful on the moon, as they are at home, or anywhere else you may lose them. If you were on top of your diaper bag, you would’ve realized they were in the car, or you would’ve looked for them before we left.” Maddie had no words as she stood in the driveway of her home in her soiled diaper. Amy walked towards her and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the front door, “Now come on, stinky pants. Let’s get you changed into your nighttime diapers. They should hold up at least through lunchtime tomorrow.”
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  5. This story gave me a starting point for a discussion My mom says that if my bladder gets inflamed because I hold in my pee too long, she will punish me heavily. In fact, my parents never get angry about accidents, but they do if out of modesty I exaggerate in holding her, hurting myself If I overdo it I risk getting inflammation and have to take drugs. This has happened to me in the past and I had to wear diapers 24 hours a day for two weeks because I had very little control. My mom then ordered me to do as the doctor said, telling me that it was better to piss on myself and be ashamed of a public incident, rather than risk hurting myself and irritating my bladder by holding it in too long, given my situation. She said that if it happens again that I feel bad with an irritated bladder, she will block the money she gives me for a month and force me to wear diapers all day even when I go to university or with friends. I know she probably wouldn't punish me and says it's to make me obey the doctor because I know her and she's always been the most loving mom in the world, but other than the fact that she would cut off my money for a month, it would be a tragedy for me. I have to admit I would be a little intrigued if my mom was mean and she punished me by maybe forcing me to wear diapers 24 hours a day for a month and even poop. I know that at 20 I would be mortified, but I would obey her without asking questions like I always have, unfortunately I'm strange and I would find the intriguing side of this thing. Maybe he would change me in the living room like in the story I took inspiration from, with the presence of my father, my sister or my boyfriend Loris and my friend Laura perhaps after having pooped in my diaper. I would feel very embarrassed and beg my mother not to expose me to shame because otherwise everyone would see the mess in my diaper. But she would order it and I would obey without further discussion. Then also my sister, my boyfriend and my friend, then they wouldn't help give me relief by making me use the bathroom for example and instead of diapers, because if my mother then discovered me the punishment would be doubled and so on. So even at my boyfriend's house and at my friend's house I would have to follow the rules, and in order not to disappoint my mother I wouldn't try to circumvent them or be clever. What do you think? How else could he punish me to make me learn my lesson?
  6. Hello! After quite a break I'm going to have an evening with the house to myself tonight! Haven't had much of an urge to do any omo stuff for a while- probably my binge earlier in January sated those desires for a bit- that and I haven't had any opportunities for a while. Other than browsing on here a bit every now and then, I haven't really felt much like actually doing anything myself. But, with the prospect of some time alone, I can feel that little cheeky itch to make a huge mess of myself rising. As well as wanting to wet, I also really want to mess myself tonight. I didn't poop at all yesterday because I had a really busy day at work, and when I got home the urge had just sort of gone away. But this morning, I can already feel the need building. I've eaten quite a bit of fibre recently so I can already tell that when I go, it'll be a big one. My plan is, through the day I'm going to hydrate well, and hold my pee until I'm getting a bit past uncomfortable, but not absolutely bursting, then go. I'm WFH, so have a toilet close by, but with other people in the house I can't properly hold until later. I should be alone for several hours from 7:30pm till late late, so I'm going to start holding my pee a little bit before that as I don't want this holding session to run too late (got to leave time to get cleaned up!). It might end up being a bit of a rapid desperation exercise if I hydrate too well, but I don't mind that! Then, when my urge to pee is getting to 7/8, I'm going to try the "marshmallow trick". For those not in the know, this is where you put marshmallows in your ass, and the sugar triggers a big messy accident quite quickly. I've played with suppositories before but I haven't managed to restock- but I am curious to see whether marshmallows feel any different! My aim is to get myself so desperate, from both ends, that I have an accident on both fronts that I can't stop. My heart beats faster just thinking about it... Until then, I'm going to be squirming at my desk, full of a huge load that I'm not allowed to let go until my scheduled fun time later, and periodically getting a bit desperate to pee before I let myself go to the toilet as well.
  7. Since the issue of private users refusing to friend others is becoming more of an issue, I figure we can all help each other out by having a request general where you can post the user videos you're looking for and others can share what they have. I have about 1200 friends so far on Thisvid so maybe I can help you out too cw: will likely be a range of wetting/messing/diapers etc. This user appears to have two Cassie videos I don't think I've seen before if anyone could rip them: https://thisvid.com/videos/desperate-panty-poop-during-work-call/ https://thisvid.com/videos/chores-panty-poop/
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    Couple of videos from a user on ThisVid called filth-chan. Some of the best messing I've seen! In her bio, she states she's okay with people uploading her videos elsewhere. Note for anyone wanting to go to that site to check her out:
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  9. This is a gif from an old video. Does anyone know the original? Is it on this site?
  10. From the album: Gwien's New Stuff

    Odalia Blight (from The Owl House) has a shitty day- she had a huge poo accident in her undies. How do you guys think it happened? Distracted by being a bitch to people? Couldn't hold it? Tried to fart but pushed WAY too hard? Or maybe she secretly likes it...
  11. From the album: Munio 2024

    "I purposely took my time correcting my students' tests so that I can end up being the last one left at school, therefor the only one who could turn on the security system before leaving for home. There was something I wanted to do on the platform, where the students were paying attention to just some hours ago."

    © 2024 Munio

  12. Version 0.9.4

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    Note: This game is in alpha, meaning that the file will be updated frequently with new content, changes, and bugfixes. You may wish to follow the file so that you can be notified when it updates! (See also: this thread) There are tons of ABDL games out there which put the player into the role of a high schooler/child. Others see you start the game as an adult and regress into a child, while interacting with other "children" who have suffered the same fate. But what about those of us who are into desperation and diapers, but would prefer to remain an adult? What about those of us who want to engage in sexual content without involving minors, fictional or otherwise? Enter PANTS' Labyrinth. (With sincere apologies to Guillermo del Toro) This is a text-based adventure game which begins with your eventful entry to Penny's Adult Nursery / Training School. Accompanied by Penny, the labyrinth's eponymous caretaker, you, the player, will journey through a labyrinth filled with dungeons, dragons, ...and diapers. Will you be able to escape, or will you stay here forever? Note: Initially, this was intended to be a version of Sunny Paws Day Care without age regression, built from scratch. As a result, the first two areas are very similar to the first two areas of Sunny Paws Day Care (which I modded back in 2021- go play it, you’ll see my name). However, I reached out to the original authors, and both gave permission to use any/all assets. If you're a fan of SPDC, you'll like both the familiar aspects and the novel ones. "How do I play?" This game requires Quest 5 to play. You can download it here. Current/Planned Features Seven different areas to explore, each littered with useful items and interesting interactives (5 completed so far) Eight+ different NPCs to befriend, each with their own design, dialogue, and one or more wetting/mess and/or sex scenes (which you have the option to opt out of based on kink preferences) (7 completed so far) Character art for every NPC- commissioned from artists across the NSFW community (5 completed so far) Inclusive gameplay - During character creation, you will enter your character's name, select their gender (Male/Female/Nonbinary), and select your genitals (to accommodate all players out there) (Completed) Realistic stats - Manage bodily needs, diaper attraction, continence, and even arousal while traversing the labyrinth. Wetting/messing erodes your continence, and your environment will If you run out of food, Penny can magic some up for you- but you may not like what it does... (Completed) Random encounters with over 20 different enemies, each with its own unique (3+) moveset, loss scene, and submit scene (16 so far!) Over 40 different pieces of equipment, including clothing, weapons, and 6 types of underclothes (30 completed so far, as well as all 6 types of underclothes) Over 100 different wetting/messing scenes, which consist of both text and (short) wetting/messing gifs, with different gifs (and scenes) for underwear, pull ups and diapers. Read the Changelog to see what's in the most recent version. Changelog This game is in alpha, meaning it will very likely have bugs which impact your enjoyment of the game. If you'd like to help me fix those bugs, please report them in this thread, preferably with screenshots attached. Thanks a ton! I hope you enjoy the game! (Upvote pls?) Last note: This game will always, always, always be available free of charge to everyone. However, all commissioned art is paid for out of my own pocket. So if you enjoy the game, or just want to throw a buck or two to the artist community (since all but two character artworks were commissions paid for by me), my Ko-Fi "tip jar" can be found here.
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  13. This is something I haven’t really delved into before too much on here. I always feel a bit embarrassed to bring up messing on here being that it’s such a polarizing subject but it is nonetheless something I really find fun to do given the right circumstances and today those circumstances couldn’t have possibly been better. I live on my own with my own place way out in the mountains with no close neighbors or many worries of anyone stopping by unannounced so naturally that alone gives me quite a bit of leeway to get up to this kind of mischief. Usually if I’m at home without any company I’m probably in a diaper or occasionally wetting my pants or bed. Lastnight like usual I got into nice a crinkly Peekabu and slipped back up my comfiest sweats before bed. Typically I’m drenched in the morning but I didn’t drink as much yesterday so I didn’t end up having to change until right before bed around 11 pm. Fast forward to this morning I jump out of bed still in a completely dry clean diaper and start making breakfast. I end up drenching myself before I even finished cooking my eggs and toast and then a few minutes later, plopped my warm cozy padded butt down on a stool and started eating breakfast and having my coffee. I was only a few minutes in to breakfast when I felt the first hints of things starting to move around in my stomach and it felt like it was both solid and substantial. Without a second thought I stood up and leaned forward over the stool and started pushing and what followed was just pure helpless bliss😊 It was so solid and the way it felt when I reached that all too familiar point of no return and it started tugging downward at the seat of my diaper as I pulled down at the waisteband a bit to make some room. GOSH. Seconds later a warm solid mass slid out effortlessly and plopped itself into the seat of my diaper. I couldn’t help but pat the back of my diaper in appreciation for what I just did. I couldn’t help but be a bit surprised at how HUGE my bulge was in the back! It was so warm, solid and to my relief not smelly at all so I sat back down at the bar and finished my breakfast while being constantly distracted by the sensation of a huge firm load under my butt. Everything about this one is just soo perfect 😊 Normally at this point I would hop in the shower and get cleaned up and into a fresh diaper but given the lack of smell and just how good this felt coupled with how much capacity my diaper still had left I decided to just jump right in to cleaning my house like I had planned to do today. I did laundry, folded clothes and washed my bedding. Wetting myself repateadly throughout the morning. I cleaned my kitchen, vacuumed and put away laundry and couldn’t help but appreciate how naughty it feels to be cleaning my house while simultaneously being SO dirty. Every step I took and every movement I made I was constantly reminded of what was in my pants. I’m taking a quick break right now to write this, literally wetting myself right now as I type. The feeling of drenching a dirty diaper is just such a sensory overload. The way the warmth spreads to new places each time and my absolute favorite, which literally just now happened is when everything becomes once again unstuck from my butt and just kinda plops back down into the seat of my diaper😅 Everything about this is just so perfect! So with that, I think I’m going to get back to cleaning until my comforter’s done in the dryer, hop in the shower, get changed into a nice clean Trest and then mop my floors to leave my house smelling fresh and clean 😁I wish I had thought to hit record before I did the deed earlier but nevertheless I couldn’t help but snap a few pics and quick little clip. I love discreet it all is under these pants. The only clues being some muffled crinkles and the occasional little waisteband peeks 😉 Hope this wasn’t too much for y’all! I know this is a side of me I don’t often bring up on here but today everything just feels so right. FullSizeRender.mov
  14. If anyone has been following my "Kyren's Wet Week" topic you'll know I recently bought some pull-ups to try for the first time. I've been holding and wetting myself both clothed and in pull-ups, pretty much all week and loving it. My bladder has been a bit weakened by it all, but I love how I stop being able to hold and a leak turns into a trickle turns into a flood and the pull-up gets all warm and stays that way for a while. Today I wanted to try something different. Keeping this separate from the other thread because this is very much messing content! So this afternoon I had a half-hour-long Teams meeting scheduled, and I realised I hadn't pooped for well over a day and a half and was feeling quite full. But I didn't want to just deliberately mess my pants, that would be no fun. Just before my meeting, I put in two glycerin suppositories, put on a tight pair of briefs, then a pull-up on top, and some tight but stretchy leggings, and then joined my meeting. I was starting to really feel the need to pee and with how sensitive my bladder is right now, I knew that meant the urges would probably be getting very strong very soon and lead to me wetting myself by the end of the meeting anyway- so the pull-up was to prevent too much of a puddle in that department. But I love the feeling of messing a pair of underwear, so this for me combined the best of both worlds. The meeting started, and I could feel the suppositories start to take effect. Five minutes went by, and I was squirming in my chair from my growing need from both ends. Luckily I didn't need my camera or mic on for this meeting, but I also didn't want to miss it so for this 30 minutes I was glued to my chair. At ten minutes I was getting some serious cramps and had to lean forward on my seat to get more comfortable. At fifteen minutes I lost the battle- my back door spasmed and I felt things get warm and wet back there- probably the suppository- I quickly ground my butt back into the chair to try and hold back anything else, but as the pressure grew I knew it was a losing battle. I leaned forward on the chair again and my back passage was forced open as I instantly filled my pants with a soft hot load. The pressure of the release also made me lose control of my bladder and I started to gush into the pull-up, but thankfully got it under control before it started leaking! With fifteen minutes left of my meeting I had no choice but to sit back in my warm mess and feel it spread underneath me. My colleagues had no idea and that thrilled me. Afterwards I got rid of the ruined underwear, cleaned up mostly with wipes and then jumped straight in the shower- the cleanup wasn't as bad as I thought it would be given how soft it all was! Has anyone else done anything similar?
  15. I wanted to create a thread specific for non-diaper messing. I enjoy hearing stories, real or fantasy, regarding pooping in one’s clothes. I only poop in my panties and usually in girly clothes. I like the relief of taking a dump and allowing it to stain so it is visible on the outside, like a genuine accident. I don’t get many opportunities with having a family so sharing with others helps. As I write this, I’m holding back from making a nice brown mess in my dress and tights.
  16. Are there any stories where a guy is forced into diapers by wife or girlfriend? Most of the ones I can find involve sissy themes or magic but that’s really not my thing. I’m just looking for forced diapering for punishment or accidents. With loving themes not cuckhold/ sissy or anything like that.
  17. In some cases throughout your life you might suddenly experience a moment of clarity, as if all of the blocks have shifted into place and something that you have previously been unable to fathom is crystal clear. The famous Eureka! so to speak... of course, perspective is always something that has to be considered in this. I am no scientist or inventor. Chances are if someone else were to have this fabled clarity moment right in front of me my eyes would be glazed over, completely missing whatever is so significant or special. There's no saying that you are limited to only one of these visions of understanding in a lifetime. This comes back to the perspective. If it has meaning for you, embrace the moment. Afterall, most often or not these moments of clarity are tied to positive experiences. A single moment stands out among my memories for having this eye opening impact on me. Friendship. Those familiar with me so far will know that I have lived half my life with memories filled of embarrassing moments. I am not certain why I started suffering from these moments, only that there grew to be a lot. Thankfully, my last moment was in September and I have been well since, albeit with some close calls and sighs of relief having avoided a nightmarish situation. Here's hoping that continues well into this year, but anyhow: Growing up in school when these problems started caused quite the problem. I was meant to be fine, yet as evidenced by my clothes I was not. The embarrassment was huge and bullying is a theme I am sure is common to anyone who might be able to relate to me. The one thing that baffled me for quite the long time was the topic of friends. It both was and was not the case of 'why'. We're social people after all, quite ironic given how anxious I am in social situations. If I were to be in a public setting I'd prefer being quiet and at the back, observing but nevertheless taking part. To this day I am happy with those who put themselves around my circle, but for quite some time I also couldn't understand 'why'. The logic of "they're just a nice person" did not compute with my younger self even though I had accepted their companionship happily. Until I had this wakeup call I always looked at the pros and cons of everything, as if it were some type of weird business transaction. What would these other people who tolerated my presence get from being kind to me? This is a story in two parts. The first, I shall spoiler and reference the brown tag. I apologise for its grossness, but you have been warned. Without its context the second half does not have its meaning to me. It was a shocking experience, but as I reflect in hindsight I am happy for it strengthening my bond with my friend. Should you not be disgusted by my body, go on ahead. "This is awful. Are you sure you want to post this?" Absolutely. As has been echoed by well over 10 people to my new arrival here, I have a... thing? with shame on my past. Sure, I may not share in certain interests as strongly, but I am proceeding slowly and cautiously. To me, friends and love are the most important thing in the world. A warm welcome, a smile or a hello can make the different in someone's day. I did feel a lot of discomfort writing this, but at the same time I view it as slowly overcoming something engrained within my psyche. The writing may feel cheesy. It's taken me at least 6 re-writes over the day to post this and I apologise. There is little you can mumble to your friend and her family after going through that. It wouldn't take long for us to reach our destination, but having to wait in that condition was... unpleasant. I wasted no time in hurrying inside to clean myself up. Even after a heavenly shower an air of awkwardness surrounded me. The experience was fresh in my mind. What do you even say having gone through that? It was not the first time I had experienced an embarrassing situation with my friend, but her family was new to the situation. I understood she was my friend, but I couldn't understand why she seemed so... carefree about it? We took it easy for the rest of the day, I think out of care for me. Despite it being the morning still I settled back into my pyjamas and remained uncomfortably quiet. True to my friends capability she managed to make me smile, laugh, distract myself with games and YouTube clips. A blessing. For the first couple of days we did a lot of walking around, examining what was at the park and sightseeing. A beautiful lake was at this park and I remember families gathering picnics nearby the waters edge with it being so warm. Having seen their punishment of me the fates shifted their gaze towards my friend. It would be 3 days later that she would instead be targeted. The parents had shimmied away to a neighbouring caravan to meet some old time friends leaving us 2 girls to go to the nearby bar that was a short walk away. I do enjoy my drinks, though the fact I don't remember much of the night at this point speaks to how badly we must have become. I do remember is that the cash I had brought with me had run down a fair chunk... that means a good time, right? What I do recall is stumbling home to the caravan with my friend. It was pitch black, so it must have been late considering how bright the sky stays up until in the summer. I'm not sure if I had a subconscious awareness to be quiet for other sleeping people but I'm 90% positive I didn't make any loud noises or wake others up. Like the drunkards we are the pair of us collapsed into our sleeping areas. Sleep doesn't last as long as we hope. It's as if once your eyes go dark, bam! They're opening and its light outside. Am I the only one who cannot recall their dreams well? Whichever the case, aside from a headache battering my skull in the morning, what I do remember is a particular scent. You can imagine my surprise at finding out that it was not me. I was used to frequently checking my state after a night out. Instead, my brain gradually powered on enough to give me the capacity to realise that there was only one other source it could be. This would be a first for me. I have encountered other people in bad ways before so to speak, but never have I had a sleepover where my best friend is the victim. Compared to me who often feels shame and becomes uncomfortable she took it in stride. It could have been because of the booze still in her system, I'm not sure. What sits clear in my mind is lifting her covers and gently shaking her to inform her of what's happened, followed by a groan and "Aww crap.". The Eureka moment I mentioned at the start occurred around here. I don't know why its so significant, but it was in that moment where I was trying to help my friend for the first time that I had come to the realization that there doesn't have to be multiple reasons for friendship. Gone was the thought of there needing to be positives and negatives. My friend was my friend because I liked her company and she liked mine, regardless of what happened. Again, I apologise. I hope in time to get over my mindset and settle down. Thank you for bearing with me and continuing with the warm welcomes.
  18. Does anyone have rips or areas for videos similar to the one below. I enjoy this a lot, non humiliating encouragement. I know there was a POV instructions thread but it was for wetting and I think it is usually requested they be separate. Most of the videos I see possibly on ThisVid are private and I haven't been able to get in to view them. https://thisvid.com/videos/girlfriend-makes-you-mess-your-diaper/
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