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  1. 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.
  2. https://thisvid.com/videos/mikuni-atsuko-diaper-animation-cg-compilation/ Could anyone get this video?
  3. Was cleaning the bathroom at work today and well while cleaning the bathroom, it starts smelling like poop all of a sudden I feel the back of my panties and let’s say they were quite filled.
  4. I have collected some thisvid links of videos I would like to have, but they are private, so I would love it if someone could rip them for me if they have them. Or please enlighten me where I can find the videos. https://thisvid.com/videos/diaper-girl-213/ https://thisvid.com/videos/girl-pooping-diaper-in-jeans/ https://thisvid.com/videos/babysitter-to-baby/ https://thisvid.com/videos/messing-while-gaming/ https://thisvid.com/videos/potty-time5/ https://thisvid.com/videos/public-diaper-leak/ P.S. : sorry if my english isn´t so good as it´s not my native language
  5. This anthology series will follow a number of girls at the fictional Greatwestern University as they navigate their final year of school before they graduate. The characters will be recurring and several plotlines will be overarching throughout. This is my first ever writing attempt, so I apologize for the lack of structure and/or bad grammar. Feedback is more than welcome! The series is planned for approximately sixteen chapters, and the first six are written. I plan on posting two within the week, and then moving to a biweekly schedule after that. Occasionally a chapter will contain messing, but I will be sure to mention it at the start. Chapter 1: Drunk at The Hairy Cougars Labor Day Weekend festivities at The Hairy Cougars Nightclub marked the excitement of returning to school for many students at Greatwestern University in the city of Lockley. For Sarah Dalton, this was no different. Sarah was drowning in the pulsing music and flashing colored lights of the nightclub. Her body swayed with the music and the world seemed to be spinning away from her. She could feel the sweat on her forehead and the heat of the crowd around her but she didn’t care. She was alive in this moment and nothing else mattered to her drunken self, as she threw her head back, eyes closed and began to rhythmically grind her ass on the crotch of the cute guy behind her. The guy, Jackson, had been her crush since her first year of university but he had never paid her any attention. Now, on the first weekend of her fourth year, he was finally noticing her. Sarah had worked hard all year at the gym, and now the wasian brunette had a body that she was proud of. Her perky tits and medium sized ass looked excellent with her beautifully toned stomach and arms, and drunk Sarah was feeling herself. “Sarah!” someone seemed to call through her hazy mind. “Sarah!” Sarah opened her eyes and saw her best friend and roommate Veronica beckoning to her from a few feet away in the crowd. It helped that Veronica towered above much of the club at her height of 5 ft 11. The statuesque blonde looked stunning in her white jeans and red lace bralette. Sarah was envious of Veronica’s curves, and she knew that despite the fact that the girl’s were wearing the same outfit, Veronica’s ass looked way better than hers. Sarah cursed her drunk mind for envying her best friend as she finally acknowledged her. “Carrie and I are going pee, do you want to come?” Veronica shouted over the music. Carrie was another friend of theirs, a petite girl of Italian descent who had endless energy and even more sass. She was wearing a mini skirt with a white crop top that Sarah thought made her look like a first year. Sarah didn’t think she had to pee yet, but her drunk mind was having a hard time recognizing what her body wanted. Sarah had had 3 shots since her last trip to the bathroom… or was it 4? She couldn’t remember. Sarah knew her small bladder meant she should probably go now to avoid her discomfort later, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave Jackson. She finally had him where she wanted him and she didn’t want to let him go. Tonight was the night she was going to make him scream her name. As Veronica and Carrie disappeared into the crowd in the direction of the bathrooms, Jackson leaned in towards Sarah’s ear and shouted over the music “I’ve been meaning to ask you something”. Sarah’s heart fluttered as a wave of nervousness hit her, but her drunk confidence quickly returned to the surface. This was the moment she had waited 3 long and heartache filled years for. She had been with other guys, of course, but nothing compared to Jackson’s dreamy blonde curls, his soft smile and his warm blue eyes. She wanted him to herself so badly, and she had been so patient. “So… I noticed you and Ronnie are wearing matching outfits,” he began as he held her gaze, their hips swaying to the best of the music. Placing his hand on her lower back, he continued his question . “They look amazing! Ronnie looks like a goddess. Is it true she’s still single?” The question stabbed into Sarah’s chest like a hot knife. A sudden weight hit her stomach as she churned with anger. Why did her best friend have to be an absolute bombshell? Veronica didn’t even try and she got any man she wanted. “Yeah she’s still single,” replied Sarah “but she wouldn’t ever stoop as low as dating a guy like you.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Sarah regretted them, as Jackson’s face fell and his smile faded. “Oh… forget I asked,” he said sadly. Sarah, regretting her decision, immediately offered to buy him a shot. She charged off towards the bar, pushing through the crowd and dragging Jackson by the arm, and asked the bartender to pour two tequila shots with limes. The bartender obliged, but Jackson was shaking his head. “I’m okay,” he said. “You really don’t need to feel badly. It was stupid to think she’d be interested. And it’s not your fault. I should probably start slowing down my drinking though” Sarah rolled her eyes in frustration, downed both shots and called Jackson a party pooper. Within a minute, she immediately regretted her decision. Her head was spinning out of control and she stumbled away from the bar, away from Jackson and back onto the dance floor. She immediately grabbed the first guy she saw, a short fellow with brown hair and started dancing on him seductively. She glanced back to the bar and saw Jackson still staring at her, a concerned look on his face. She was happy to see that, and continued dancing, even as she was getting more and more dizzy. The world was starting to blur and colours kept flashing at the corner of her vision. The guy put his hands on her hips and Sarah tried to dance as sexily as possible. Then it hit her. Her drunk bladder was finally full to the brim with alcohol and it was at last able to get a signal through to her brain. She needed to pee worse than she had all night, but the numbness of her body made the urge seem insignificant. Besides, Sarah was determined to make Jackson jealous and she would not stop for such a stupid reason. She knew he was watching her. Five minutes elapsed as the need to pee worsened. Sarah could bear it no longer, so she quickly spun around and began kissing the brown haired guy, grinding his thigh into her crotch to alleviate some pressure. The guy kissed her back, surprised at how lucky he was getting, and began rubbing his thigh into her crotch to stimulate her sexual desires. Sarah moaned and the shock of his movement caused her to accidentally spurt into her panties. Her panties, red lace to match her bralette, were not holding back much pee at all and she knew it would show on her white jeans. In a panic, she disentangled herself from the guy and began frantically pushing through the crowd in search of the bathroom. Her head was spinning and the music was overwhelming her and she couldn’t think straight at all. She could not find the bathroom and she began to leak again. Frantically patting her crotch, she found a wet spot the size of a quarter. She jammed a hand in her crotch and began spinning around, trying to spot a bathroom sign on the wall. Suddenly girl grabbed her arm and asked if she was okay. All of the emotions, amplified by her drunk state, welled up inside Sarah and she felt herself starting to cry. “I really need to pee” she slurred. “Don’t worry,” said the girl. “The bathroom is right here!” Right here? Sarah didn’t think this was the bathroom but her mind was so crazed with desperation and so dulled by the alcohol that she decided to just trust the girl. She quickly undid her belt and the button on her white jeans, and in one fluid motion she yanked down her pants and underwear to her knees. The girl’s jaw dropped open in shock and horror and she quickly tried to shield Sarah, shouting “Not here sweetie! Not here!” But Sarah was too drunk to comprehend. The pee started to gush out of her, spraying the floor of the club with a loud splattering noise. The pee was also hitting the back of her jeans and shoes but she didn’t notice and didn’t care. The relief was nearly orgasmic. Suddenly someone was grabbing her by the armpits and someone else was yanking up her pants. “Sarah, stop peeing!” someone yelled, but Sarah could not discern who. The voice seemed to be coming from the end of a long tunnel. She tried to stop her stream but not before another 4 seconds of pee had jetted into her pants, soaking the gusset. She grabbed at her crotch as soon as the steak stopped, and her hand came back wet. Looking down, she saw that her entire crotch and butt area we’re soaked, and the white pants had become translucent. Her red panties were visible. She stifled a sob we the desperate need came crashing back against her floodgates. She jammed her left hand deep into her crotch as the world continued to spin. She felt the hands on her shoulders begin to lead her away and she began to waddle in the direction she was being lead. “Jackson…?” she called out confused. Mortified that Jackson was seeing her like this, Sarah began crying harder. “Jackson, please take me to the bathroom. I need to pee!” That’s when Sarah noticed a tall blonde girl yelling at a stocky tall man. “She’s with us! She’s my best friend! Don’t call the police, we’ll take her home!” “Veronica…?” Sarah mumbled. Was she yelling at a bouncer? “Come on Sarah,” Jackson said, but his voice seemed distorted somehow, more high pitched, through her stupor. “Stopppp, I wanna squat here,” Sarah moaned but Jackson’s arms kept dragging her forward. “No, we need to get you to an Uber,” the garbled voice replied from nearby. The hands led her through the crowd and out a door. The blast of cold breeze from outside only made Sarah’s desperation worse but she still tried to hold her pee. “Can I squat now?” she asked but the voice told her not to. “People are filming,” it said. Sarah was dancing frantically on the spot, both hands jammed into her crotch. “I never wanted you to see me like this,” she sobbed to Jackson. “I’ve always just wanted you to love me!” “Um… Sarah girly, I think it’s best if you stop talking. You don’t want to say anything you’ll regret tomorrow,” the voice said in reply, with a hint of mirth in it’s tone. Finally, a car pulled up and the arms pulled her into it. The driver shook his head upon seeing the state of Sarah and reminded them that if she puked, there would be a hefty cleaning fee. “Do you have a toilet?” Sarah slurred. “I need to use it, like nowww.” “You have to hold it for 6 more minutes Sarah,” the voice said. “You can do it. Let me distract you. Focus on me, not your bladder.” “Kiss me then, you moronnnn,” Sarah slurred, and she leaned in and closed her eyes. She heard Jackson sigh an annoyed sigh but he must have realized that it was the only way to keep her distracted. After a moment of hesitation, their lips met in a soft embrace. Jackson’s lips felt super glossy to Sarah. Was he wearing lipstick? She started to move her hand down towards his crotch but he grabbed her wrist and exclaimed, “whoa Sarah! Watch your hands!” She giggled and kept kissing him. He was an incredible kisser and she was so happy she had finally been able to kiss him. She heaved a sigh of relief that he hadn’t been grossed out by her whole ordeal and she relaxed in the moment. This was a mistake! A jet of pee shot out into her pants again, dripping through onto the seat. Sarah panicked. “Help me hold it!” she moaned to Jackson, sliding his fingers down to press against her crotch to reduce pressure. “Sarah! What are you doing?!” he yelped in his high pitched voice, as his fingers met the damp fabric. Then, as the Uber came to a stop, he announced with relief “We’re here!” Opening the car door and bolting towards her student house, Sarah was panicking. She teetered sideways and fell into her front bush, dropping her keys. Thankfully, Jackson scooped them up and began unlocking the door as she struggled to orient herself. She couldn’t see straight and Jackson had to basically drag her into the house. She could barely stand now as Jackson pulled off her shoes. She slipped on the kitchen tile in her wet socks, careening into the counter and banging her elbow. Jackson grabbed her waist and firmly steered her into the bathroom adjacent to the kitchen. Ecstatic at having made it, Sarah began feeling around for the toilet. Finding it behind her, Sarah went to undo her belt, but she could not figure out how it worked. She tried pulling it in several directions, her fingers fumbling with it over and over. Suddenly Jackson was there beside her. “Let me help,” he said with his weirdly high pitched voice. “NO!” Sarah gasped, starting to cry again. “Why not?” He asked, bewildered. With her chest heaving sobs, Sarah exclaimed “I don’t want this to be the way you first see me naked Jackson!” and she shoved him backwards, out of the bathroom. “Jackson?” Jackson asked in a confused voice. Only now Sarah noticed through her drunken haze that it wasn’t Jackson standing in front of her. It was Carrie, in her black mini skirt and white crop top! Sarah stared in absolute horror at her petite friend. Then it happened. Sarah’s body, worn out from holding so much alcohol for so long and reeling from the shock of the realization that she had made out with her friend, gave out completely. Pee poured out of her, saturating the inside of her thighs, swirling over her calves and pooling on the white tile floor. Her sobbing intensified as Carrie kept shouting for her to sit on the toilet. Instead she stood there, as if frozen, completely peeing herself. The warm sensation was spreading out and her pants were becoming increasingly saturated. She had been holding so much. She looked down at her legs and saw that her pants were almost entirely transparent. Carrie’s eyes were also fixated on her crotch, unmoving, watching the rivulets spiral outward. Finally, after 45 seconds, Sarah stopped peeing. That’s when she blacked out. —- The next morning, Sarah awoke in her bed completely naked. Her head was absolutely pounding and she had a vague recollection of peeing herself the night before. She opened her eyes hoping it had all been a dream. Unfortunately, in a pile in the corner of her room lay her soiled clothing from the events of the previous evening. She pulled the covers over her head, took a deep breath and then got up to go face her roommates. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she saw Veronica standing at the kitchen counter, with and ice pack being held to her arm and a black eye as she made a smoothie. “Oh my god, Ronnie, are you okay? What happened?” asked Sarah. Veronica smiled at her and joked “I think I should be asking you that question. I just got in a bit of a scrap with the bouncer. He was trying to call the police on you, Sare Bear! I told him I’d kill him if he did and he tried to throw me out. Sorry I couldn’t bring you home.” Sarah hugged her best friend, thanked her for standing up for her and then apologized profusely. “I’m sorry I got so drunk. I thought I finally had a chance with Jackson and then he told me he’s into you. I didn’t take it well…” Sarah said, her voice cracking with sadness. “Oh Sare Bear! I’m so sorry! You know I’d never make a move on your crush!” Veronica said in an attempt to comfort her. “I know,” said Sarah. “But I really thought I’d have a chance now.” “Well, if you stay as confident as you were last night, I’m sure things will work out for you eventually,” jested Carrie, entering the kitchen from the living room. Sarah flushed bright red and asked what Carrie was doing there, to which she replied she slept on the couch. “I’m so sorry about last night,” Sarah said. “I really thought you were someone else.” “No worries,” Carrie replied. Then, smirking at Veronica she said “Some parts of last night will stay our little secret.” Veronica gave the two of them an inquisitive look but knew not to pry. “I heard you peed yourself, Sare Bear,” she announced laughing. “And I’m thinking Piddle Pants makes for a good nickname for the kids to call you during Frosh Week!
  6. 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/
  7. Hey! I’m not here to yuck someone’s yum, but I’m someone who is intensely interested in pee desperation, but I personally cannot stand messing. This has always been a little confusing for me, as logically they’re pretty similar to each other. What’s your guys’ takes on this?
  8. Does anyone have links to good messing scenes in movies or TV where you can either see a stain or hear audio?
  9. Hi all, this is my first post. I wanted to tell a true story of something I did a couple of years ago. I hope you like it. I sometimes work out of town, and that's usually my chance to get a bit more elaborate with my play. This time I had bought a whole bunch of babyish kind of stuff on the way there, because I drove and I could stop at a bunch of different stores on the way in towns where no one knows me. (Side note, I like breaking up my purchases, like buying adult diapers is one thing, but I don't like buying, say, a pacifier at the same time--different store, doesn't look as weird). So I had a couple pairs of overalls (which I love), cute hair clips, pacifiers, baby powder, of course diapers (just Walmart brand), and some cute pink PJs. I've always wanted to try wetting a diaper in public, but I never had the courage to do it. This time I was in a hotel in a town where no one knew me, so it was a little less scary. My hotel was a couple blocks away from a mall, and the path there was well lit enough that I wasn't too nervous about using it at night, but dark enough that I would have a bit of privacy. My plan was to drink a lot of water, then walk to the mall because I had to use the ATM anyway, then walk back, and somewhere along there wet my diaper. I started out getting dressed, diaper of course, with lots of baby powder, overalls, pink tshirt, and my hair in two braids. I like putting my hair in pigtails when I'm playing just cause it makes me feel so little, but I thought the braids would be a little less overtly cute for being in public, but just cute enough. I ended up putting on a sweater over my overalls too. I walked to the mall, and let me just say that walking around in a diaper is sooo fun! No one knows, but you can feel the padding every time you take a step. I went into the mall and found the ATM. While I was getting my money, I slowly let a bit out into my diaper. I was sooo nervous I was shaking! But it felt sooo good, nice and warm. Then all of a sudden I felt a little spurt going down my leg! So I quickly stopped, finished up, and got out of there. Luckily it was only a little bit, and no one except me knew that my diaper was wet and my overalls were a bit damp. Anyone else watching would have seen a 23 year old woman using an ATM, but inside I felt like a wittle toddler in my wet diaper and overalls. On the way back there was a little park or sitting area or something, so I stopped there and pretended to be looking at my phone. In reality my whole body was shaking, and I couldn't concentrate on anything else! I started peeing in my diaper. I had to go pretty bad, but I had let off a bit of pressure in the mall already, but it was still a lot. I could feel the diaper getting so warm and heavy and I was scared to move. Then I started to feel another urge, and I wasn't really planning on this, but I realized I also had to go #2! By this time I was so excited, my judgement was probably impaired a bit, and I just started pushing! I didn't have to push too hard before I totally started pooping in my diaper! I could feel the straps on my overalls pushing down on my shoulders as the diaper filled up. So now I'm standing there in a park with a totally soaked, messy diaper, feeling like a toddler, and I still have a five minute walk back to the hotel, through the lobby, and to my room. I just stood there kind of in shock for a few minutes. What I really wanted at that point was for someone to come along, pick me up, put me in a car seat, drive me home, change me into a clean diaper and pjs, feed me a bottle, and put me in my crib in the nursery. Unfortunately that was all just a fantasy, and no one came 😞 It's hard to describe the walk back to the hotel. It was like I was drunk or high, totally scared, totally excited, trying not to waddle (spoiler alert, I didn't succeed), hoping I wasn't leaking too bad (spoiler alert, I was), hoping I wouldn't pass anyone on the sidewalk too closely. I don't actually remember much, just the feeling of my overalls pushing down on my shoulders, and my totally soaked, messy diaper between my legs. I was so aroused I probably would have came right there if I wasn't so scared. I do remember passing by a couple of road construction workers or something, and I remember them eyeing me up a bit, and me thinking "buddy, you have no idea what you're looking at as I walk by you in my soaked messy diaper" I got back to my hotel room (I don't know how). I checked my overalls when I got in, and there was definitely a wet spot around my crotch. Telltale diaper leak marks, but not running down my leg yet. Probably not noticeable in the dark, but anyone in the hotel lobby would have been able to see if they looked. I have no idea if there was anyone there, I was too scared. I was barely in the room before I grabbed my pacifier, and then started wetting myself again. This time the diaper couldn't hold any more and I was basically just peeing my pants at that point. I ended touching myself through my wet clothes and diaper and had the biggest orgasm I have ever had in my life. Then I took a long shower :)
  10. Another Equestria Girls story about Sunset Shimmer. Note that while I tagged it for messing, there isn't a huge amount of focus on that, it doesn't even describe the messing. You'll see. Most of it is about the wettings. If you like the scenario but don't know who the character is, google "Sunset Shimmer pajamas". Disclaimer: I would not recommend staying up as long as she does to play any game no matter how good it is. But if you want to keep playing for hours and wet yourself every time you have to go, go right ahead. Also, may contain spoilers for the game in question. Sunset Won't Stop Playing Sunset Shimmer lay in her bed, when Twilight Sparkle came and nudged her. Sunset woke up. "What is it?" "Rise and shine, Sunset!" said Twilight. "I got you a late birthday present." She held up The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom. Sunset immediately jumped out of bed. She gave Twilight a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Twilight." She had loved Breath of the Wild, and seen the trailer for Tears of the Kingdom, so she had been very excited for this game to come out. "I'll make some coffee for you," said Twilight. "You can start playing whenever you want." Sunset ran straight for her Switch, without stopping to shower, change out of her pajamas, or go to the bathroom. She put the game in her Switch, turned it on, and started playing. Twilight poured two cups of coffee and started drinking one, handing the other to Sunset. "Thanks," said Sunset. "I'll probably play for several days straight if it's as good as it seems. Is that all right?" "I suppose so," said Twilight. "I can give you coffee and energy drinks if you really want to stay awake that long. But if, after a week, you haven't beaten the game, I'll make you take a break and get some sleep. Deal?" "Deal!" "You might need the whole coffee pot in that case," said Twilight, setting it down on Sunset's table in front of her couch. Sunset explored the Forgotten Foundation, and when she saw Ganondorf for the first time, she jumped. After that, she played through the Great Sky Island, finding all the new abilities and new additions to be fun, especially Ascend. Eventually, she reached Lookout Landing, and loved the Skyview Tower launching sequence, during which Twilight drank a glass of water and gave Sunset a soda. After being given the Regional Phenomena quest, she also journeyed into the Depths for the first time. After obtaining the Camera, she explored the Depths and got more Lightroots. By now, Sunset had to go to the bathroom. She had not used the bathroom all day, and she had drank a big cup of coffee and a soda. But she loved this game already and didn't want to stop playing, so she held it. Eventually, she left the Depths and got the Skyview Tower with the enemy camp around it. It took her a few tries, and some frustration, to defeat the Boss Bokoblin, and she yelled and groaned in frustration, partly because she couldn't beat him, and partly because she had to pee. But she eventually used a Muddle Bud to turn him against the other Bokoblins, and defeated him, before activating the tower. After exploring some Sky Islands and getting some shrines, she made her way to Lindor's Brow Skyview Tower, where she talked to Hestu and got some weapon expansions from him with Korok Seeds she had found on her travels. She then made her way to the Great Plateau for some nostalgia, as this was the starting area in Breath of the Wild. She talked to the goddess statue, which said it was trapped under the water. After a bit of searching, Sunset found the water area and drained it. This put a bit more pressure on her full bladder. At 11:00, Twilight made Sunset a smoothie that had many nutrients in it. Sunset drank it as she played, finding all four of the statue's eyes, throwing them into the chasms, and taking them to the center. After that, she got Autobuild, and while she had been expecting the Researchers to be Yiga, she was surprised when Master Kohga showed up, as she had thought he was dead. But she beat him easily, and then decided to explore the Depths some more, collecting Poes, Bomb Flowers, Puffshrooms, and Muddle Buds, as well as activating more Lightroots and attacking enemy camps for Zonaite to power her energy cell. By now, she really needed to go. She was fidgeting where she sat, but she wouldn't stop playing. "I'll be right back, I have to go to the bathroom," said Twilight, and she walked down the hall to the bathroom. When she returned, she noticed how Sunset was fidgeting. "Maybe you should pause and use the bathroom too. You drank more than me, and you look like you really have to go." "I don't want to stop playing," said Sunset. A few more minutes went by, and Sunset fidgeted harder as her need to pee grew more and more intense. "If you don't pause and go to the bathroom now, you'll have an accident," said Twilight. "You're right," said Sunset. "I'll go to the bathroom." Rather than stand up, Sunset stopped fidgeting, spread her legs, and peed her pajamas. As she peed, she continued playing, aware of the warm wetness spreading through her pajama pants and rear end but not caring too much. Twilight stared as the wet spot spread through the crotch of Sunset's pajama pants and wet the cushion she was sitting on. A hissing noise was heard, and the smell of pee wafted into Twilight's nostrils. Sunset finished peeing, sighed of immense relief, and kept playing in her wet pants. "I can't believe you peed yourself," said Twilight. "But, it is kind of cute." Sunset smiled. She wasn't exactly ashamed of wetting her PJ's, but it was nice to know that Twilight wasn't disgusted with her. ... Sunset kept playing all day long, and Twilight continued to bring her soda, energy drinks, and water, as well as another smoothie for supper. Sunset was always polite and thanked Twilight for them, and would sometimes chat with Twilight, who was also enjoying watching Sunset play. She peed three more times (one of which was during her first encounter with Gloom Hands), to which she was unashamed and Twilight thought it was cute and hot. Shortly after 11:00, Sunset beat the Wind Temple. "Do you want to stop here and go to bed?" Twilight asked. "Nah, I'll keep playing if that's all right," said Sunset. "I'll make you another pot of coffee then," said Twilight. "But remember, one week and then you get some rest." "Sounds good." Twilight made a big pot of coffee for Sunset, who drank it quickly. "Thanks, Twilight." "Any time. See you tomorrow morning." Twilight walked away. She knew Sunset was going to have a big pee from that coffee tonight, and giggled at the thought that it would inevitably end up in her pants. Sunset started activating all the Skyview Towers, finding paragliding easier and more fun now that she had Tulin and his Gust. Just as she was getting the last one, which was trapped under snow, she had to pee really badly from the coffee. Without any hesitation, she blasted a power pee in her already wet pants, sighing of relief, and then began hunting geoglyphs. ... Over the course of six days, Sunset never stopped playing, and stayed awake through all the coffee and energy drinks Twilight gave her, as well as some soda, water, and smoothies. Every time Sunset needed to go, she went in her pajamas. She stank really bad from not washing for six days, especially her pants from peeing in them several times a day, but she didn't mind, and neither did Twilight. On the sixth day, Twilight sent everyone a text saying Sunset was about to fight Ganondorf. They all came over, arriving as Sunset was making her way through the final path. "Oh my," said Rarity when she saw the state Sunset was in. "You really stink, Sunset," said Rainbow Dash. "That wasn't very nice," said Fluttershy. She got a whiff of Sunset. "Oh my..." "She hasn't gotten up from that couch in six days," said Twilight. "Not even to go to the bathroom." She giggled. "I told her if it's more than a week she'll have to rest, but she's about to beat the game today." So they watched as Sunset fought Ganondorf, and, with a bit of difficulty, defeated him. Everyone cheered as the Demon King exploded and the "Destroy Ganondorf" quest was labeled as complete. Sunset let out a sigh, thinking she had finished the game, and peed, but no one noticed because their eyes were on the screen. She was surprised when she had to catch Zelda at the end, but was able to do so. When the credits rolled, Sunset set the controller down. "That was such a fun game. I really enjoyed it." "I can tell, from how you wouldn't stop playing for six days straight," said Twilight. "Not even to go to the bathroom." "What's a little pee if I can keep playing a great game?" "It was a lot of pee." "That too." "All right, Sunset. You've beaten the game, you've had your fun, now, time to get some rest." "But first," said Rarity, "you really need a bath." Sunset sniffed her armpit. "Ooh. You're right, I do." She stood up, but as she hadn't stood or slept for six days, she wobbled around, so Twilight carried Sunset over her shoulder. She got a full whiff of Sunset's stench, but she didn't mind. If anything she kind of enjoyed it. Pinkie sniffed Sunset's rear end. "Phew! Did you poop your pants too, Sunny?" "Yes, I did," said Sunset. Everyone laughed, finding it funny rather than disgusting. Twilight filled the tub with warm, soapy water, and put Sunset in the tub, still in her smelly pajamas. Twilight washed Sunset all over, and Sunset took pleasure in this warm, relaxing bath. "All right, now let's get your dirty rear end clean," said Twilight. Sunset got on all fours with her tushie in the air. Twilight poured a large dollop of soap onto Sunset's butt and rubbed it with both hands, coating her smelly pajamas in suds. Both Twilight and Sunset really enjoyed this. After washing Sunset's rear for over ten minutes, Twilight figured her pants were as clean as they were going to get. After washing Sunset's legs and feet, she drained the water, rinsed Sunset with the shower head, and dried her enough so that she was still wet but no longer dripping. After that, Sunset climbed into her bed and fell asleep. The other girls went home, and Twilight sat beside Sunset as she got her much-needed rest. About an hour later, a soft hissing noise was heard as Sunset peed in her sleep. Twilight giggled. She wasn't surprised. Sunset had been using her pajamas as a toilet for almost a week so it was only natural she'd lose some bladder control. Maybe she'd have to potty retrain her. Twilight was looking forward to this. She woke up the following morning. "Good morning, Sunset!" said Twilight cheerfully. "Good morning, Twilight," said Sunset. She stretched her arms, yawned, and felt her pajamas. They had mostly dried from her bath, but her pajama pants felt wet, and a pee smell was in the air. "Why are my pajamas wet?" "You wet the bed," said Twilight. "No need to feel ashamed. It happens, especially if you pee your pants several times for six days straight." "Who said I feel ashamed?" Sunset said with a smile. "I might have to get potty retrained during the day, but I kind of like waking up wet." She giggled. "And you always look cute in wet PJ's", said Twilight. It only took a few days to potty retrain Sunset. But she would still wet the bed many nights. Though, part of this could be due to always drinking a lot right before bed. Neither she nor Twilight minded, though; in fact, if Sunset woke up dry, she would deliberately wet her pants where she lay, much to Twilight's amusement. The End
  11. Author’s note: This is a re-written version of my old story “KDA’s Discovery”. Hopefully, there’s a noticeable increase in writing quality. Enjoy. Chapter 1: Evelynn craved a respite from the chaos of Times Square. As a strikingly beautiful and highly sought-after individual, she was used to all eyes turning in her direction. She reveled in the attention, especially when it came from both men and women admiring her flawless form. However, after six hours of parading around the bustling streets, even Evelynn grew weary. As she turned around to catch a glimpse of herself in one of the many mirrors lining the sidewalks, she noticed Ahri gracefully ascending the nearby stairs with a confident stride. The sight of her dear friend brought a smile to Evelynn's face and she eagerly made her way towards her for some much-needed company and conversation. “Eve? We’re turning in for the night.” Ahri said, turning to face the pop star. “You coming?” “No, I think I’ll go on a walk first. I need to clear my mind.” “Aww, did one too many men try to ask you out today?” “Maybe,” Evelynn smirked, “Not that you’d know that feeling.” “You don’t have to be so mean!” Evelynn laughed. “Goodnight sweetheart!” Ahri pouted as she trudged up the stairs, with Evelynn laughing behind her. As she reached the door, Evelynn suddenly felt a sharp urge in her bladder. She realized it had been 6 hours since she last relieved herself and was starting to feel desperate. "I can hold it," she reassured herself. Finally outside, the cool night air hit her face and she took a moment to breathe deeply before beginning her walk down the driveway and turning onto the street. As she strolled along, her mind replayed the events of the day. In the evening, she and her girlfriends had ventured to Times Square for a much-needed "girls' night out". It wasn't long before a group of girls recognized them and approached, but luckily they were respectful and didn't cause too much of a scene. As they chatted, Evelynn's need to use the restroom grew urgent. She hadn't gone before they left and now she was regretting it. When the fans finally dispersed, Evelynn was desperate to find a bathroom. She suggested they go to H&M for some retail therapy. Once inside, the group split up to browse for outfits while Evelynn made a beeline for the restroom. Just as she reached it, she couldn't hold it any longer and leaked a little in her underwear. Hastily entering a stall, she yanked down her panties and released hours' worth of pent-up urine. The sensation of relief was overwhelming and surprisingly pleasurable. She couldn't help but moan with satisfaction, not caring if anyone heard her. After all, it was only natural. Eventually, her stream tapered off and she cleaned herself up before rubbing her thighs together to relieve some tension and heading back out to join her friends. The succubus relished the memory of pleasure, savoring it with a flick of her tongue over her lips. Evelynn continued her solitary walk through the silent streets of Long Island, illuminated only by the occasional flickering streetlamp. The eerie backdrop set her at ease, and she relished in the peacefulness of the night. As she walked, her urgency grew with each step. She was about thirty minutes from home, and her bladder was nearly bursting. On top of that, a heavy sensation in her bowels added to her discomfort. "Damn," she thought to herself. "I really need to go." But could she make it back in time? A wave of panic washed over her until she remembered the thrill of her near-accident earlier in Times Square and how satisfying it felt. A mischievous smile spread across her face as she stopped under a lone streetlight and grabbed herself, doing a subtle pee dance. At 2 AM, no one was awake or out on the streets, giving Evelynn free rein to indulge in her desires. After holding on for several minutes, Evelynn's bladder couldn't take it any longer, and she began to release into her black panties. With a sigh of relief, she pressed her legs together tightly and felt the warm liquid flow down them and into her high heels. The heat was a welcome respite from the chill of the October night. As her stream continued, Evelynn squatted down, allowing her pee to pool around her lower body and soak into the bottom of her skirt. She moaned with pleasure as the golden liquid formed a puddle underneath her on the sidewalk. Finally standing back up, Evelynn felt a sense of satisfaction as her stream tapered off and trickled down her legs. Evelynn's body was already tense and aroused as she focused on the task at hand. With a deep breath, she began to bear down and push her solid waste out. A low groan escaped her lips as she felt her anus expand to accommodate the head of a turd pushing its way out. Her skirt, now soaked with sweat and anticipation, was hiked up to reveal her bare bottom. Another grunt accompanied another push, as the turd made contact with her panties, its slightly lumpy texture adding to Evelynn's heightened state of arousal. She pushed harder, feeling the bulge in her panties grow larger until it finally snapped off from her anus. Evelynn straightened herself out, only to immediately bend over again as a second turd began its journey through her body. The sound of her moans filled the street as she helplessly pooped her panties, unable to contain her pleasure any longer. Once the second log had passed, Evelynn stood there panting heavily, her arousal having reached uncharted levels. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she turned around to inspect the evidence of her deed. Through blurred vision and a haze of lust, she could make out a sizable lump in her panties - larger than her fist. Without hesitation, Evelynn placed a trembling hand against the mess and pressed down on it, sending shivers of excitement down her spine and causing the mess to spread further up towards her asscrack. Evelynn's body was burning with desire as she walked back, unable to resist the throbbing between her legs. In a moment of impulsive abandon, she shed her jacket and bra, letting the cool night air caress her bare skin. The moon lit up her curves in an ethereal glow as she continued undressing, discarding every last article of clothing until only her panties remained. With a trembling hand, Evelynn slid beneath the fabric and began teasing her sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She collapsed onto the ground, lost in ecstasy as she feverishly pleasured herself. Her panties were soaked from her arousal, spreading around her hips and clinging to every curve. "I-I'm such a d-dirty s-slut," Evelynn stuttered out, her mind consumed by the intense sensations pulsating through her. With one hand occupied between her legs, she reached up and gave a firm squeeze to her exposed breast, eliciting another surge of pleasure. As an orgasm built within her, Evelynn plunged two fingers deep into her slick folds and began pumping them in and out with fervor, moaning loudly into the night. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she neared the edge, thrusting and fingering herself even harder in search of release. And then it hit - an explosion of pleasure that sent shockwaves through her entire being. Evelynn screamed out in pure bliss as she reached the peak of pleasure. Her body convulsed with each wave of ecstasy, causing her to squirt her juices onto the sidewalk below in a wild display of carnal release. As her orgasm washed over her, Evelynn's body went limp and she collapsed onto the cool sidewalk, panting heavily as she lay there in a state of bliss. Her panties were soaked and messy, evidence of the pleasure she had just experienced. After catching her breath, Evelynn rose to her feet and calmly removed her soiled underwear, discarding them with a nonchalant wave. With a sly smile on her face, she decided to walk back to the house completely naked. The cool air caressed her bare skin, heightening the sensations pulsing through her body. As she strolled confidently down the street, Evelynn reveled in the thrill of being exposed and vulnerable in public. It was exhilarating and liberating at the same time. She couldn't wait to tell her friends about this daring adventure when she got back home. To be continued...
  12. There's a lost video I can't seem to find anywhere. It's a young couple, probably early twenties. They're in the bathroom and the girlfriend asks to be put in a diaper. Her boyfriend insists the toilet is right there but she gets bratty for the diaper. He gives in and diapers her on the counter. After letting her down, he leaves her along while she messes her diaper leaning over the counter. He then comes back and checks her diaper.
  13. From the album: MLP and EqG wetting and messing edits

    Sunset and Twilight poop in their pants/shorts for fun.
  14. From the album: MLP and EqG wetting and messing edits

    Pinkie startled Sunset so hard she had a little accident in her pants. As if getting paddled in the rear wasn't enough now she has to change her underwear. Or stay in her soiled pants all day.
  15. Heather felt her diaper sag between her legs as she stood from her chair to answer the door. It hung, warm and swollen, under her floral sundress, although she did not notice having needed the toilet. She rarely did: she had never been potty trained. For that matter, neither was any other woman in Heather's family, and she could count the number of panty-wearing classmates she knew on one hand. Heather still vividly remembered the minor scandal when Stacy Thompson announced that she'd be "using the toilet from now on" in the eighth grade, it had been the hottest gossip for weeks. And then there was when Maggie Newman wore panties, no, lingerie (how much they must have cost!) under her homecoming dress Sophomore year to impress Shaq Jackson, but she'd been proven for a fraud a couple hours in when she'd wet herself in the middle of the dance floor, dashing her romantic ambitions. They had to turn the lights on to mop up the puddle! Poor girl. That was everyone, really, that Heather knew by name, although she did recognize the handful of girls in the halls whose skinny-jeaned rumps lacked the puffiness of their peers. That isn't to say that Heather cared a wink, though. This is how her whole life had been and neither she or most of her friends saw much abnormality in it. Heather opened her front door to reveal that Molly had arrived to hang out. It was a hot July day and Molly was dressed accordingly: jean shorts and a tank top that revealed the waist band of her diaper when she stretched her arms. Heather and Molly had been friends their whole lives, and were trying to make the most of their final summer before going off to college. The two grabbed some chips and salsa and a bottle of coke from Heather's kitchen and went upstairs to hang out in Heather's room. The two spent some time shooting the shit, Molly laying on her belly on Heather's floor, on her phone, while Heather lounged in the bean bag chair and munched on the tostitos, not caring whether Molly could see up her dress. Molly didn't care to look, but if she had she would have seen the pee staining Heather's diaper. "Hey, have you heard about that big protest today?" asked Molly, scrolling through twitter. "Yeah! The women's march, right?" Heather had seen, it was all over the news. Several of their friends were in attendance, attempting to bring more attention towards woman's issues. "Apparently there was a big pro-potty training demonstration." "No kidding!" "Yeah, hundreds of ladies just peed their pants in front of the Capitol." "That's some statement!" "What do you think about all that?" Heather considered it for a moment. Of course, the acceptance of toilet training for women was a hot button feminist issue, right up there with addressing rape culture and the wage gap. "I mean, I get it, the lack of potty training for women has kept us down for ages. Like, financially alone, diaper costs do build up." "Tell me about it." "And all those excuses those misogynists give are such bullshit. We aren't on our period 24/7! We can control some of our bodily functions, it just sets up a needless divide where women are dependent on men for some culturally imposed 'need'." "Fuckin' preach." said Molly, snatching up a chip. "At the same time though, like... I'm not sure if I'd really want to be potty trained." "Oh really?" "Yeah, I mean, it just seems so inconvenient, right? To have to stop whatever you're doing and go to a specific room just to do your business? It just seems like such a hassle." "I mean you still have to get changed though." "Yeah but I feel like you have more control over that taking place." "Not if you can actually control your bladder." "I suppose that's true." The silence resumed for a bit but was interrupted by a scrunching of Molly's face. "Speaking of controlling your bladder..." At that, Molly appeared to clench a little, behavior Heather obviously recognized as Molly having a poop. She could see the seat of Molly's pants expand outwards as she laid on the floor. It was a pretty common sight. "Heather can you change me? I'll do you afterwards, I saw that you're soaked." "Of course." Heather had downed a couple of cokes by this point, and would definitely be needing a serious change soon. Molly shimmied out of her shorts and laid on the floor while Heather fetched the supplies, and then undid Molly's tapes. Heather was struck by the familiarity of her friend's lady parts, the small brown curls a miniature of those on Molly's head. How many times had she helped change Molly, and Molly her? It was a perfectly normal but nonetheless personal activity for two women to share. Soon enough she'd be living in a dorm at South Northeastern University West and helping to change entirely new girls whom she'd never met. As Heather was dealt with the bitter-sweetness of her thought, she could feel a renewed warmth pooling in her nether regions.
  16. 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.
  17. ive been partly susceptible to messing accidents for like 10 years , i used to have constant constipation but now it seems like to catch up my sphincter has got weaker. ive got many more stories like these . surprised that i haven't been caught or at least suspected at doing something yet, but that makes the high even better. i decided to go out like 2 hours ago just to walk around my town i was feeling something brewing and wanted to try some public stuff, trying to have an accident in the process. I decided to put a skirt on to add to the risk factor and walked outside, turned to the right and walked for like 10 minutes to the tesco thats open till 12 by now I could feel it almost coming out and wash half ass-idly holding it so i didn't just mess in the middle of my walk. freezing my tits off i realised a skirt was a bad idea, stepping into the the heat wave that is the heater above the door instantly adjusted my body temperature, but at the same time made me chill so much in relaxation that I farted, instantly i clenched again and looked around in fear and embarrassment, some girl that looked almost my age if not a little older looked back at me and shook her head. I contemplated just leaving the store but thought if i was there i may as well grab something. walking through the isles i looked around, not knowing if I should let go or not, i soldiered on but by now it was almost irritating and i felt like letting go just to get rid of the feeling. than out of nowhere an employee shouted out asking if i was lost and if i wanted to know where an item was, making me let go and jump slowly filling up my diaper before again clinching, than deciding to just let go and finish the job, it did cake my ass and as eventually reached my nose making me more self concourse than ever. the feeling of the warm mess radiated against my ass, in embarrassment i said that i was looking for the drinks isle. than a little conversation later i was waddling around going to the isle to pick up vodka that i didn't need. the mess was slowly pooling down to my pussy, i got wet as all hell and before i knew it i was at the till with my id out before booking it home. deciding to stop on the way to go into the pub who wanted to decline me with my vodka in hand but excused me when i exclaimed a need for the bathroom. shutting the door behind me all my adrenaline shed off and i realised how stupid i must have looked waddling around than ended up rubbing and fingering my self than and there stopping at the occasional person entering i even heard some women peeing next to me witch made me even more horny, i felt like i could have burned the building down with how hot i felt down there. than i cleaned up my fingers and left for home, showered with the messy diaper still on than just left in the shower where it still is tempting me to put it on again. but instead im just sat in an oodie whilst typing this. still coming down from the excitement of it all but i think im getting to used to public stuff, I've been wanting to go out and wet in jeans without a diaper but thats also where i cross the line in embarrassment, if only it wasn't so hot to watch others do i wouldn't be enticed. id love to know if any of you have be so daring to go diaper less and have an accident
  18. Whoah Linkx TWO 10k+ word stories in ONE night, crazy; You're a madman! Another idea I've run with recently based on the string of Marine and soldier pictures Livinginfinite has done as of late I got the idea as just a writing exercise initially so its a little rough but I liked the idea of just doing first person vignettes to get the maximum amount of smut per sentence :D There's little rereading of this because somehow it turned out quite long, this is still ongoing too every few days or so I just write a few scenes so there will be more in the future. I found it really hard to strike a balance between writing what the character would write and just going into a full blown narrative with descriptions up the wazoo because the idea isn't really set up for that. I feel most of the time it went well but sometimes I just couldn't help myself and went overboard with the scene. Anyyyyway I'm rambling again join me on yet another magical adventure. Sgt Major Elesa Killian signing in for I don't know why... I think it's rather stupid but the base physician Dr Li said it was he recommended it of me and confided that consideration for higher promotion would require a “diary” of any incidents. God I'm blushing as I write this... ridiculous I just turned twenty-seven and I'm keeping a diary of... how often I piss myself. I don’t even know why they want me to write it down, they already have the statistical information about it from the rfid linked sensors sewn into each garment. Our bathroom habits are recorded and kept on our very own potty chart as we call it. I guess It shows we can take responsibility for our bodily functions or some other bullshit. They probably just want more information on what makes us tick what causes us to break down and empty ourselves in terror. I can proudly say though I haven't shit myself in three weeks and I aim to keep it that way. For fucks sake; I was one of the youngest recipients of the Juliet bronze medal of competency... but they might as well call it potty training 101. They give it to those who can stop messing their pants for long enough to stand on stage without having an accident. I'm almost embarrassed to call myself a recipient of an award recognizing that in the eyes of the forces I'm at least partially potty trained. God how I hate standard issue equipment; It's ridiculous, princesses, butterflies, snowflakes, cutesy stripes it's enough to make me want to scream sometimes. Sometimes I wonder if they really do just think we're all just children. General Williams stands up for us but compared to some of the other brass I don't think she has much say. God I wonder if they keep her in these too... what am I even saying of course they don't. I want to be just like her, I met her once she handed me my medal in person. It was such an honor, her combat continence record was incredible. You know what they say though it's all the lowest bidder and Kimberly Clark must have given the government a screaming deal to put us all in basically pullups. The amount of free advertisement they get from being the “official incontinence garment of female service members” more than makes up for it I bet. I guess they really just look at us all like children keeping us all in huggies. I felt I should have done better I'm twenty-seven and all the medical journals all say twenty-five is the average age we gain an acceptable level of control of our bowels. That's not to say we don't have our mishaps now and then but even with the scientific evidence saying we can control ourselves just fine standard issue underwear are incontinence garments. You can submit a request for alternate protection at thirty and move to just a pad but... what the hell am I talking about I'm rambling again. Anybody who ends up reading this probably knows all that shit I guess I'm just frustrated. I hate feeling like a toddler, having to have someone keep watch so I can change my pissy diaper. The scornful looks of some of the lower ranked men are the worst and... oh damn it all I'm wet again. I'll be right back and we can start this stupid thing. I guess it was a good thing I needed to change, no sooner than I got in the bathroom I really needed to um... “go” God this potty training thing is hard, I just don't understand how males can do it so easily. One second I'm fine or barely need to go and the next second it’s an emergency and I can't even stop myself. July 13th First official entry what a wonderful day it’s been… That time of the year again where we get to play with the fresh meat while in between deployments. We were doing live fire training, want to see if any of them could shoot and one of the girls was the cocky type. I think her name was Alexa, self-confident brunette twenty two year old fresh out of basic. She was scoring pretty high but making sure to let everyone else know which wasn’t going to earn her many friends. She made a few disparaging comments when a pair of girls sheepishly asked me if they could have a minute to change their diapers to which I acquiesced letting them know in the future they may not be so lucky. Carefully I loaded a select few rounds into a standard issue Mossberg. A normal slug, a blank, another blank followed by a dragon’s breath round. I got her attention calling her by her rank “private” and tossed her the weapon telling her to show me what I could do. She just nodded confident she would “show” me not realizing she was in for quite a shock. The first shot was an inch of so off center mass. Off to a good start but the second being a blank did nothing to the target. I laughed, I mean the look of confusion on her face alone was worth it before she racked the next cartridge wondering how she missed only to have the same result the second time. She didn’t suspect anything and determined to prove her marksmanship. Deep in concentration she grit her teeth before pulling the trigger again. The giant ball of fire and the noise shattered her concentration as she nearly threw the gun. She lost control and badly in front of everyone I’m talking fully voiding. Her pants sagged pretty bad and they were soaked. In her cockiness she chose to go against policy and just wear a pair of panties, big mistake on her part as the stain on her fatigues was pretty obvious that she’d shit herself. From the looks of some of the others there were quite a few more wet diapers to deal with and even I admit I leaked a little at the sudden blast but for her to learn her lesson it was worth it. I guess this is supposed to be about me though well fire practice ended soon after that and I realized I needed to go pretty bad. My little leak earlier wasn’t making it any easier. I was about to make it inside the barracks and that stupid ac unit kicked on that ancient thing is so loud and I…. I was just startled and wet myself. These stupid things are supposed to be maximum absorbency but it still leaked all over my pant. After all that I was going to make it to the bathroom and a stupid piece of machinery frightens me and I end up soaking myself. July 14th Today was not a good day it started wet and didn’t get any drier. I woke up and found my pullup had leaked while I slept. Stumbling out of bed I stubbed my toe and ended up wetting myself a few feet from the toilet. That’s one of the worst feelings… standing just a few feet away from where you know you should be peeing only to feel it rushing down your legs. After that stellar start to my morning this didn’t really improve. With a fresh set of princess pants hugging my hips I set about my day. Sometimes I feel leave is a bit boring around base but I help out where I can fortunately getting deployed at the end of the week. Lunch time rolled around without further incident and I guess I had been drinking a lot or something but right in the mess hall eating a bit of lunch I just out of nowhere felt that warm tickling. It took me a second but I knew I was wetting myself. I managed to get control of myself… barely but the damage was done. My pullup was soaked; it felt wet which was bad. I knew anymore and it would most certainly leak. I hate the warm squishy feeling between your legs when you have to walk after having wet yourself. It’s so awkward. Finally the third time’s the charm. I regret this one but some of my squadmates decided to have a little fun with the newbies. What I really regret is the fact we were caught by the mps skulking around base after lights out. They lit us up with flood lights as a handful of them leapt out of the jeep holding rifles up screaming at us. The three of us froze petrified at being caught. Poor Jill next to me messed herself. I could hear the wet crackling even over the hiss of our bladders emptying into our pants. Sienna ended up just as wet as I did and admittedly in the chill of the night the warm sodden padding felt not half bad. We got off light as they felt a bit bad for surprising us. I think Jill’s accident really saved our asses and we were sent back to our quarters with just a verbal reprimand. Uhg so yeah, three accidents in one day at that rate I’ll never be recommended for the silver medal at this rate July 16th Managed not to wet myself the day after I did it three times but I couldn’t keep a dry streak going. I should have known better but it just sounded fun. Messing around on the hard landing simulator with some of the privates. It's a big trampoline meant to teach proper landing technique for paratrooping and disembarking from airborne craft. I really should have said no, I've read the articles about our weakened pelvic floors and sudden high g impacts causing loss of control. Foolishly I thought it wouldn't happen to be buuuuut; It seems my confidence was misplaced. As soon as I landed I felt a long spurt leave my body. I panicked trying to stop but I landed clumsily bouncing again feeling another long dribble come out. By the time I managed to stop landing my pullup was soaked. My cheeks were rosy as I moved carefully trying to prevent leaks in front of the privates. I could feel a stray trickle of wetness running down my thigh but fortunately everyone else’s attention was drawn to a hapless private who took her turn after me. As I cautiously waddled off the trampoline a Private Rachel Adams leapt not having heeded the recommendation of hitting the bathroom before participating. Her face said it all. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the moment it happened. Her face twisted into a mix of surprise and disgust the shock of the initial landing. I could tell she was pooping in her pants. She was so caught off guard frozen by the act of messing her diaper she fell straight on her ass with a gross squish. I didn't stay around to inspect the damage but she started sniffling and the smell was foul. I quickly ran off to change my own soggy pull-up before it leaked even further. July 18th Fuck, damn it, assholes; those assholes. I was so close to an entire month without dirtying myself and then today happened. Uhg… calm down Elesa it was just an accident and you weren’t alone. Ok this is what happened but the fact they pulled this little stunt… really!? I can’t believe the base commander Ok’d this but then I guess he’s always been a dick. They wanted opinions and feedback on a new product. A new line of incontinence garments specifically designed for us women in the battlefield. I’d seen a few before but no company had ever managed to wrestle the lucrative contract away from Kimberly Clark. If it meant that I didn’t have to go into battle wearing princesses and fairies under my fatigues I am all for it though. It was mostly women and a few men packed into a small room with the presentation equipment all set up. On the front table a bunch of brochures were laid out along with a few sample products. They were fantastic I would love it if we actually had those instead. Laid out they were matte black as opposed to our brightly colored childish designs. They even had a bit of faux lace around the cuffs making them look nearly like real panties, well almost. Before I sat down I snatched one of the brochures leafing through it. It was adorned with a bunch of feel good taglines and pleasant and encouraging euphemisms. They might as well just come out and say it; Inconitech Shadow Fit, because you can’t stop crapping your pants like a child. Maybe that’s a little harsh but it can get pretty grating when everyone sugar coats it. They were really going all out to win our approval side by side comparison, data points, a features list. I lightly scanned it all before the lights dimmed and the presentation began. I think we all blushed at the opening slide it read “Shadow Fit, you won’t even know they’re there until you’re glad they are.” I’d participated in these sort of demo and evaluations before and knew what to expect. Admittedly I was only half paying attention as the sales rep covered data points envisioning myself wearing such a garment instead of what I was in now. Nobody was expecting what happened next as the slide advanced. An earsplitting scream came through the speakers and a clip from some damn horror movie of a visceral horror attacked the screen briefly before the presentation continued. In that moment of shock I know I wasn’t alone in letting out a surprised scream of terror as I dropped the pamphlet flinching. When I finally recovered I blushed as a silenced hush fell over the room and a faint trickle of pee falling from some of the seats dribbled to the floor. That was the least of my worries as I realized feeling the squishy mass in the seat of my diaper I had lost control of my bowels in addition to flooding it. I could see those telltale darkened stains of a leaking incontinence garment. Fortunately it wasn’t leaking as bad as some of the others. Still though I wasn’t about to sit through the rest of the presentation in my own shit. I tried to excuse myself but instead, at the approval of Commander Ryan found myself brought to the front of the room. The room began to smell rather foul as judging by some of the other blushing faces of discomfort I wasn’t the only one who shit her pants. He asked me to lower my pants. It was mortifying as I stood there with my back turned to the small room slowly exposing my heavily soiled garment. The pastel princess adorned garment was badly discolored. I could tell the rear sagged heavily and since I had been sitting at the time of the accident my thighs felt sticky I had a bit of a blowout as well and could see brown smudges inside my pants. Using me as a live demo he seemed to go on and on about absorbent this, leak guards that had I been wearing a shadow fit their superior technology would have contained such an accident and prevented urinary or fecal leakage saving my pants from soilage. This went on for at least five minutes while I stood in front of everyone doing my best not to squirm as my shitty bottom was on display for all. He tried to be clinical about it but still I was standing in front of everyone including superior officers having just soiled myself. Eventually he dismissed me handing me a sample to change into and thanked me for my participation. I quickly left trying to walk normally which is rather difficult when you’ve got a load in your pants. I’m still in disbelief that they would let them pull that kind of shit but at least I got one of those shadow fits out of it… deployment can’t come soon enough. July 19th After what happened yesterday I really didn’t even want to leave my quarters. For a confidence booster I pulled out the all black incontinence garment and slipped out of my current pair tossing them aside. These things are incredible compared to the stupid pull-ups we get. I slipped it up my legs and the way it hugs my hips. I stared at myself in the mirror for a while just admiring my lithe body. They looked almost like real panties, they were quieter by a large margin than standard issue and if you believe the data sheet provided superior protection. What really made me laugh was they’re available with an optional Kevlar weave outer shell. Begrudgingly I slipped them off and folded them up neatly wanting to save them for a special occasion before pulling out a fresh pull-up. Butterflies and stars… who makes these designs. I didn’t really feel like doing much else and after a bit of lunch flopped back into bed for a nap. My flight out with my squad was tomorrow and I couldn’t wait. I woke up after an hour or miraculously roused by the feeling of a full bladder. I was pretty confused about not waking up in sodden padding. I kind of looked at the bathroom and just shrugged. I didn’t want to get out of bed so I just kind of peed. I soaked my pull-up of my own volition making some of those stupid patterns disappear before quickly going back to sleep. I didn’t wake again till much later finding I had leaked once again dampening my sheets. I don’t know what I was thinking I feel so childish, I regret doing it now. What kind of Juliet medal holder uses her pants like that with a bathroom so close? I bet general Williams never did something so stupid… July 20th Finally, time to actually do something. My flight out was today unfortunately it wasn’t without incident for a few of us… well all of us females anyway. Longer flights require the use of a portable relief device; A fancy way of saying a thick diaper because we’re not trusted to keep the seats of their fancy planes dry. Unlike standard issue these are the tape up kind and only given out in changing centers. It’s ridiculous we can’t even put them on ourselves. At 0500 sharp I reported to the changing station awkwardly waving to a couple of my squad-mates who were there for the precise reason I was. The air was heavy with the smell of stale urine and shit. I knew I was wet. I figured why bother changing out of my soggy pull-up, most women I think shared the same sentiment although I couldn't imagine going to get changed voluntarily with a messy diaper I think I’d die of embarrassment if they had to wipe my ass for me. I guess some of them don't care as much as I do about it but I guess that's why they still receive sub satisfactory marks on their potty training reviews. My change went on normally the stupid thing taped up around my hips sealing my fate for the next few hours. I could have sworn the nurse in charge of me gave me a disapproving look as she tossed my sodden pullup away but with the wasteband of her own garment sticking about the hem of her pants she had no room to talk. Once we were all aboard the transport it didn't take us long to taxi out and hit the skies. I looked around on takeoff and I could have sworn some of them were already squirming in their seats. I just rolled my eyes and tried to get some sleep irritated that more of my comrades didn't take their potty training as seriously as I did as I watch Staff Sargent Grimwold kind of gaze off and I knew she was using her relief device. Flying doesn't usually bother me but I don't really care for turbulence. I know Astrid hates flying and I could see her white knuckle clenching the arm rests on the seat before I drifted off certain she had already soaked herself. A couple hours into the flight I woke up with the plane feeling like it was about to be pitched from the sky. An anomalous weather pattern just sort of sprung up on the plane apparently and it was being thrown about like a child's toy by a rambunctious toddler. I couldn't stop myself as I let out a surprised scream at the shock of being thrown awake. I was vaguely aware my diaper was a little damp from my sleep but the sudden shock of being thrown around by the brutal turbulence was making it much wetter. Nervously I grasped the arm rests and tried to relax... to stop peeing but I couldn't. I hate that feeling, you try to clench your muscles but it’s like there's nothing there. Fortunately I managed to stop it at just pee but I could feel my bowels quivering and it vaguely smelled like someone had already filled their pants. Astrid was crying softly to herself as the plane gave another violent shudder and I could only assume she was the culprit. I did not envy her seat right now, being thrown around constantly squishing it everywhere... uhg. I tried to focus on staying calm to set a good example for the rest of the women in my squad but it’s easier said than done. I was doing ok until the plane hit an air pocket... The whole craft must have dropped a couple hundred feet in a second. That however wasn't the worst of it. My stomach flip flopped in the weitless experience of free fall as we were all lifted slightly out of our seats and a bolt of lightning hit the starboard wing. The crack of thunder was deafening and the light illuminated the cabin. I shrieked and so did all the other women and then I... Damnit two days in a row I shit myself after not having went in my pants for nearly a month straight. I know I wasn't alone that time in fact I'm pretty sure they all did... it certainly smelled foul enough. As I was in free-fall my whole body just reacted on fearful instinct pushing a large load into my protective garment then the fall stopped and smush... I sat on it with all my weight and let me tell you that did not make cleanup fun for the changing room staff. We were a sight after disembarking the men went off to their quarters but us women all kind of waddled awkwardly walked as best you can when you've pooped yourself. Some had even managed to leak through their personal relief device which I thought was a rather impressive display of cowardice. That was not a fun plane flight... July 21st First day back on deployment started as wet as ever. I wet the bed which I’m starting to wonder if I should even bother noting since it happens so often. At least my pull-ups didn’t leak this time. I had really hoped I was outgrowing it but I guess not… I know few if any women ever do but still… I bet General Williams or Peterson don’t have this issue. Speaking of which that leads me to an actual accident that god it makes me feel like a child. I didn’t even think I had to go that bad but during breakfast the mess hall was abuzz with chatter. I overheard excited snippets from some of the other women General Williams herself was going to be coming to the base. I was ecstatic though the details were fuzzy I was so excited I err well didn’t really notice that I started peeing myself. I didn’t feel the hot wet rush until it had engulfed my private area. I peed too much too fast not even realizing it in my excitement until it was too late. I leaked straight through my pull-up. The padding is often not adequate to deal with our sudden accidents I don’t know why they haven’t given us something better. Soon enough I was sitting in a puddle and I could feel it soaking into my clothes clinging to my thighs. Needless to say I quickly excused myself hearing the snickers of my squad as I walked away my fatigues plainly discolored by pee. I visited the head every half hour trying to empty my bowels. After two days in a row of not making it I didn’t want to run the risk of a bowel accident especially not even in a combat situation. It worked more or less. Even if I didn’t feel the need I went and made myself sit on the toilet sometimes surprised by a few streams of pee I didn’t even know was in me. I did wet myself once more in the afternoon however. I volunteered to help unload supplies I hated to sit idly by and let the men to all the work. It’s a matter of pride we constantly have to prove ourselves and our little bathroom issues don’t make it any easier. Jill volunteered with me and we worked in the blazing midday sun unloading crates with the rest of the guys in our squad. Crates filled with various supplies, munitions, mre’s and of course multiple crates of incontinence garments. Even with proper lifting technique you’re going to wet yourself with any sort of heavy item. It has to do with our weak pelvic floor or something. Even so I managed to keep each release down to a small dribble each time I hoisted something up with Jill’s assistance. Towards the end I could feel a familiar wet heaviness signifying I was soaked. I didn’t even think I had gone that much but I guess it just adds up over time. I pressed my hand against my crotch with a wet squish to judge if I needed to change; I definitely needed one. One more crate and then we could leave the rest and go change. My pull-up was decidedly drenched and I knew Jill wasn’t much drier. She’d always been a bit flighty and probably had the worst control of our squad. The crate was really heavy, neither of us was expecting it and she strained a little too hard. Luckily I was already empty at that point releasing only drops of pee into my swelled garment. Jill on the overhand went wide eyed and blushed deeply as the strain of trying to lift such a heavy object forced her to drop a load into her saturated incontinence garment. A soiled pull-up has a very distinct smell there was no way she could have hidden what she did but I felt a bit bad for her and just suggested we call it a day and go change. She agreed with a fervent nod eyes watering slightly. Jill walked off ahead of me and I could see the redhead’s fatigues sagging slightly in the rear as she walked away awkwardly. I hate how obvious it is when you have an accident like that. Jul 22nd First day back on the job and it feels good. Even woke up dry this morning! It’s an eight person squad consisting of myself the highest ranking at Sergeant Major, Jill Davis and Joshua Chambers are second highest at Master Sergeant. Then bringing up the middle we have Astrid Miller, Sienna Torres and David Lynch all at Staff Sergeant. Valerie Woods is our lowest ranking woman at Sergeant and our newest member Jack Burton is only a Corporal. We’ve all got a wide range of skills that complement each other’s strengths and weaknesses. As expected our first assignment was a routine patrol just to get us warmed up again. We got suited up went over the route and headed out leaving in one of the many MRAPs stationed there. It was a pretty quiet night Joshua was driving and Valerie was riding navigator. The silence of the night was shattered when we hit an IED that was waiting for out patrol. The cabin was immediately filled with the fearful cries of the other women but I managed to control my voice gripping the edge of the seat for support. We were all a bit shaken not to mention now in need of a dry pull-up. I could feel the sodden squish of wet absorbent gel between my legs thighs and with how Jill and Astrid were squirming they weren’t any better off. Sienna had lost it though she was crying shaking her head and that’s when the smell of a bowel movement assaulted my nose. Even though she’d never said anything I suspected she was a bit claustrophobic and the MRAPs weren’t the most spacious of vehicles. I should have comforted her as the commanding officer but I was still a bit shaken myself. Lynch moved in putting his hand on her shoulder. She quickly calmed down enough for him to move her to the floor of the vehicle which doubled as an effective changing station. Her face was bright red as he slipped her trousers down but there was little else she could do. It wouldn't suit to have her sitting in a pile of shit for the rest of our patrol and it was considered a team building experience. It was about as intimate an experience you could get with a squad mate. If you could trust them to change your shitty diaper you could trust them with just about everything. We all kind of turned away as best we could knowing how it feels to be changed with all eyes on you isn't exactly pleasant. Lynch was always good with changes though um not that I really know I mean I didn't have that many accidents especially not bowel accidents! After that we got through the rest of the patrol with no issues returning to the normal life of being deployed ENTRY PENDING REVIEW Review Council notes concerning entry dated Jul 22nd multiple statements of a questionable nature and the sensors in Sergeant Major Killians pull-up detecting a release of 573gr of fecal matter led to an inquiry of the events concerning the aforementioned night of the 22nd. Upon further review the council recommends extreme judiciousness. Her claim of “I didn't have that many accidents especially not bowel accidents” was called into question and only partially substantiated. Empirically compared to other 27 year old soldiers rank Sergeant to Sergeant Major she was 9.4% less likely to have an accident given most scenarios. However compared to the rest of the units in her squad she was only 3.3% less likely to have an accident. Interestingly though compared to all other Bronze Juliet Medal recipients Sergeant Major Elesa Killian was 1.9% more likely to have an accident in the following scenarios: combat, sleeping, strenuous exercise, long flights. Accident in this sense refers to the military standard of an involuntary loss of 150ml or more of urine and/or an involuntary passing of 100gr or more of feces into ones clothing. The statement that only Staff Sergeant Sienna Miller was the one to have lost control of her bowels was deemed unequivocally false as Sgt Maj Elesa Killian passed 573gr of feces into her pull-up and was deemed in need of a change by Corporal Jack Burton. Questioning now First Sergeant Jack Burton he gave this retelling of that night. “The first patrol back? I remember it... No Elesa definitely soiled herself. Lynch took care of Sienna but I could tell the way Major Killian was still crying and squirming that she had an involuntary bowel movement as well. I asked if she wanted help but she started yelling at me that as a Corporal I had no business changing her. I tried to remind her of SoP and the SoCoC during a bout of incontinence but just wouldn’t listen. Eventually I slapped her and threatened her with a spanking. I may have only been a Corporal but I knew the rules, everyone is trained in dealing with female incontinence. She calmed down a little and agreed to letting me change her but she wasn’t happy about it. I don’t know what got into her maybe it was the first mission in a while but she definitely freaked out a little.” This retelling has been corroborated with then Staff Sergeant David Lynch and Astrid Miller both part of the patrol that night. We hope this blatant disregard for the truth is an isolated incident and Major Killian’s otherwise honest entries will not be tarnished by this inaccurate report. Jul 23rd She’s here she actually is here! I didn’t have an accident today but its true General Williams is on base. I got a glimpse of her as she departed from her chopper. She got off last and looked like she was walking a bit funny. I bet that buffoon of a pilot bruised her up on the landing I’ll have to have a word with her. I can’t wait to speak with her she’s such an inspiration. Jul 24/25th What a disaster I… I don’t even know where to begin. Everything went to shit the morning after she arrived. I never thought it would actually happen but they got up the balls to hit us on our own base. They hit the hell out of us. They must have been planning this for a while because they actually breached the perimeter and fast. It started with a rocket volley I think and then I don’t even know it was such a whirlwind of noise and commotion. It was early morning breakfast was being served in the mess hall. My squad was about to meet up in a few minutes and grab some chow. When the commotion broke out we all kind of sprang into action wondering what the hell was going on. We ran out of the barracks immediately greeted by a hail of gunfire. Valerie and Jill kind of froze up not ready for the shock of being fired upon so early. I could tell they were doing their morning business in their pants. We all ducked behind a small retaining wall Lynch and Chambers had to help those two as they were mid bowel movement. The smell from those two was a bit distracting but we returned fire dropping quite a few of them. They had numbers on their side but after a while they started to fall back. We pressed them forward and saw precisely why they were falling back. Being dragged out of the building was General Williams in the hands of five or six of them. We were at a distance but through the scope of my rifle I will never forget the look of terror on her face and the darkened fabric of her urine stained pants. At that moment I learned she was no better than any of us. That sight put a damper on the squad but despite that and Valerie and Jill’s soiled condition we pushed on. They retreated into a slew of lightly armored improvised attack vehicles. I realized at that moment I was pretty wet as well. I didn’t even know it had happened or when it happened but I ignored it for now and we ran to the garage where we could get a vehicle to chase them down with. We weren’t going to let these bastards get away with this. We piled into the MRAP we had banged up the other day on patrol I was pissed and took the driver’s seat despite a few protests. I mean hey I’m not Michael Schumacher but I got passable marks on my field driving tests. Lynch rode navigator and the rest hopped in the back hoping to get a change while I drove. The MRAPs weigh I don’t know probably close to what a small moon does. All that armor plating isn’t light but they can still scoot. I didn’t have a problem catching up to them but running through the desert at full tilt didn’t make for a smooth ride we were getting pretty beat up. I don’t know who was manning the machine gun but the constant chugging of heavy machine gun fire was making short work of the fleeing trucks. I feel bad now but General Williams’s life was at stake. I learned later that Valerie and Jill couldn’t change because the ride was so rough. The just had to sit in their own soiled diaper getting thrown around in the back I’m sure the experience was less than pleasant. That is a condition we trained for though, it comes with the job. We chased them for I don’t know twenty minutes half an hour I’m not really sure. Regardless we followed them into the nearby city their forces were occupying and were greeted with a hail of small arms fire which the MRAP laughed at. Their tiny truck was a bit more nimble to say the least and we were losing ground smashing into everything in sight in the winding corridors that comprised their narrow streets. We rounded a corner in time to see a small group waiting for us rpg in hand. I screamed and admittedly started to panic as I lost control of more than just the vehicle. I shit my pullup badly. My stomach still hadn’t adjusted to shipping out and my accident just went everywhere. In the instant before the rocket hit I could feel just uhg… up towards my lower back, leaking out into my pants. The truck collided with a wall and was hit by the rocket and everything went black for me. The next thing I knew Lynch was dragging me out of the MRAP which was on its side as I came to. The deafening crack of gunfire quickly brought me to my senses as the rest of the squad was embroiled in covering fire as we moved from the crash site towards cover. Even through the adrenaline I could feel what a disaster I was. I had lost control of my bladder as well and my fatigues were soaked. My thighs were sticky, I smelled horrible and I didn’t even want to think about cleaning up in the field. I was out for maybe five minutes they weren’t sure exactly but apparently I had chased the truck into a dead end. As my head cleared he explained what was going on. After the crash the rest of the team neutralized the threats and pulled General Williams to safety in a nearby shop. I could see Joshua and Sienna firing at a few rooftops from under a nearby overhang. With Lynch’s help I was quickly inside and the other two that were outside slammed the doors shut behind us after a few moments. I could finally catch my breath not that the air inside was all that pleasant With Jill and Valerie just having had their shitty diaper changed. Astrid had her pants off as she finished tending to Jill and the discolored brown bulge was evident she was next in line. It was about that time I heard an unfamiliar voice from the other room and noticed Corporal Burton’s absence. Apparently he had drawn the short straw and had to deal with the inconsolable general. I pulled myself away from Lynch’s grasp and went to investigate the heated voices coming from the backroom. I caught angry snippets between the two. “General I need you to calm down…” “No I will not and you can’t make me!” “General please…” “I don’t care... I’m not! It’s not that bad!” To be honest it wasn’t how I pictured meeting my idol… shit trailing down my legs but I opened the door to find Corporal Burton at his wits end with General Williams who was being completely uncooperative. They were too embroiled in their argument to notice me opening the door. Jack saw me but the General’s back was too me giving me a look at her ruined pants. They were a mix of slacks and fatigues given to officers for wear while on base in a hot zone. I froze seeing she was no better off than I was. The inner legs of her pants were still wet from her loss of bladder control and the rear was sagging the fabric wrinkled and stretched taught by the weight of her own excrement. “I’m not wearing that!” she was pointing at one of the girly standard issue pullups that we had as part of our field kit. “Those are for children!” When she said that I blushed heavily knowing something nearly Identical underneath my stained fatigues. “No… they are for women who piss and shit themselves like you General.” He said getting rather flippant with her. “N…No I do not! It’s not that bad…” she whined despite the obvious which made me think of myself, do I whine so childishly when one of them tries to change me? He was only a Corporal so I guess I can understand when lost his temper with her. He bellowed at her and I could tell he was pissed. “You’ve shit yourself, badly… You’re already in violation of the Code of Continence section 17: All officers must wear protection with absorbency equal to or greater than standard issue while in a combat zone.” She froze hearing him quote the rules at her I didn’t really know what to say either. “I’m already going to have to report you for one violation now does it have to be more Fiona J Williams!” At the sound of her full name stripped of her title I could have sworn I saw her body flinch and her muscle quiver before the bulge in her pants grew slightly. In this situation he had every right to call her by her name but her response was less than pleasant and she started cursing. “What the hell did you just call me corporal I am a General!” she spat back before going into a tirade about years in service, respecting senior officers and more; jabbing her finger at him accusatorily. He was quick, General William’s wasn’t aware of Burton’s high close quarter’s combat scores. He grabbed her by the wrist and shoved her forward bending her over the desk before quickly undoing her pants and yanking them down. She wore a set of lacy black… well they were black but now smudged with brown pair of silken panties most certainly against the rules to wear without at least some kind of absorbent pad in them. It started suddenly, he spanked her… hard. After the first hit came another and another right on the seat of her bulging panties. It’s a maneuver saved for only the most unruly soldiers, it was humiliating, degrading but I couldn’t avert my eyes. My personal hero was being spanked after pooping her pants at the hands of a corporal. With all the famed rumors about her I never expected her to act like this… I didn’t really know what to think so I just kind of stood there dumbfounded and watched as he delivered thwap after thwap with a faint squish each time. It didn’t take long for her to be reduced to tears and I admit if I had anything left in my bladder I would have wet myself from the sound. Once he deemed her compliant enough he removed her ruined panties and tossed them aside. There was no cleaning them after such a bad accident. General Williams just stood there sniffling her body trembling every so often as he set about the laborious task of cleaning her up. Soon enough though she was clean and her pulled up a snug fitting standard issue garment around her hips letting the crinkly elastic snap into place. Her pants were a loss too… he tried to clean them but it would have taken a good source of running water to really get them wearable again and instead tossed a spare set at her from the field changing kit. I was next and truth be told I was more than glad to get out of my full diaper. I know some of the more…”interesting” comrades don’t mind it but I have that sticky heavy disgusting feeling after I pooped my pants… uhg. After her little tantrum I wasn’t in any mood to protest and she walked out past me blushing hard when she realized she had an audience. Burton cleaned me up well enough… he may not quite have the tender touch that Lynch does but I thanked him and fortunately my pants were salvageable if not a little clammy after cleaning them. Ten minutes later we regrouped in the main room of the abandon store. Lynch explained what was going on, the base was still dealing with all that happened and a few pockets of resistance were still active on the base. They wouldn’t be able to extract us until later. We just had to sit tight until further notice. General Williams looked utterly nonplussed about the fact she was stuck out here for an indeterminate amount of time. Valerie pulled out a deck of cards while Williams volunteered to keep watch excusing herself from the group and we entertained ourselves playing cards joking about the few times we’d played strip poker and ended up showing off our huggies. While under normal circumstances I think some of them would have just used their diapers out of convenience we had a small supply of spares and I am proud to write that we all made it to the toilet for the rest of the day. Even General William’s who seemed quite shaken hiding out in the middle of an enemy occupied city didn’t require a change; Burton was sure to check. One person traded off and was always keeping watch General Williams didn’t join us playing cards not that I blame her with how she acted earlier. Quarter after six we were radioed, they had our position and they’d send a convey tomorrow morning. It would be another twelve hours before we were picked up. We started dozing off and rounded off shifts so we could sleep. I was asleep and Lynch was on watch when we were all woken up by the sound of men speaking outside while Lynch shook us all awake. We all scrambled behind the counter ready in case they spotted us. The door opened and we all held our breath as a single set of boots slowly tromped inside none of us could seem him but we could hear the slow thump of methodic steps and see the gleam of a flashlight. Someone had given General William’s a sidearm and she clutched it trembling. The footsteps grew louder crunching over broken glass as he slowly walked by the front of the counter. I don’t know how he didn’t see us. On my left was the General and I could see her suddenly freeze as I heard a faint hissing. The unmistakable sound of pee hitting the fabric of a pullup. The General completely wet herself unable to handle the stress of the situation. I’ll admit I dribbled a bit as well but I was starting to wonder how the hell Decorated General Fiona Williams received the Gold Juliet Medal of Competency. He finally left deciding the shop was empty enough and we collectively let out a sigh of relief that our cover wasn’t blown. She wasn’t the only one to wet herself though. Sienna and Jill both soaked themselves but with few remaining changes we mulled it over. We decided to wait to change with still quite a few hours before pickup if one of had a bowel accident we wanted to make sure we had a change available. I was glad we did because not three hours later I woke up with my insides feeling like they were on fire. My stomach churned and cramped. I couldn’t move without feeling like I was going to throw up or shit myself. All I could do was hunch over and pull my knees to my chest and hoped the feeling passed. It started as what I prayed was a bit of gas that would make me feel better. It wasn’t just gas and I think I knew that but at that point I didn’t care. I pushed and it came rushing out of me. It was horrible, the watery diarrhea immediately filled my pullup with a soupy muck not to mention overflowing the leg guards and staining my pants badly. Somewhere in the throes of my repulsive bowel movement my overfull bladder decided I hadn’t had enough humiliation and decided to leave me sitting in a hot puddle of pee and liquid poop. I even started sniffling trying my best not to cry. I’m just glad Lynch was still on watch. He helped me up and carried me to the backroom so my pants would get even more stained though after two blowouts they were ruined. He was a little disapproving that I’d had two complete accidents but I can’t really blame him. I should have done better, I was disappointed with myself but soon enough I was clean again although I didn’t really want to put my pants back on. They were starting to smell of poop but I didn’t really have a choice. That’s all that happened to me although the next morning we got a message from hq saying to be ready for extraction. We were all up and a small line had formed for the bathroom and General Williams was at the end of the line. She was still wearing her pissy pullup from the previous night. I guess she just couldn’t hold it long enough to make it and I watched her clutch her stomach and hunch over slightly when it happened. There’s a sound that it makes and I don’t know how to describe it but it’s like a wet popping… or a crackling… I don’t know really but that’s the sound you make when you poop yourself and for her it was no different. I could see the seat of her pants stretched tautly against the padding of her wet pullup puff out slowly. She quivered and clenched her fists before it looked like she pushed. I don’t know but a moment later she was standing normally if not red in the face from having done her business in her pants again. Joshua laughed noticing what she was doing which earned him a stern glare. Now that she wasn’t freaking out though she insisted on changing herself and stormed off to the backroom where we had been disposing of our used undergarments. Just like that an armored convoy picked us up just like they said and we were whisked back to base. What a way to come back to deployment. July 27th Yesterday was an offday because of what we went through. Mostly just hanging out getting checked up by the base medical staff to ensure we were ok. General Williams was nowhere to be seen though, I knew she was still on base. I think she just wanted a day to recover and hide out in her quarters but what do I know. Anyway, the whole squad got called out to the training grounds and to my surprise she was waiting for us there with a sharp scowl on her face. She began going on about how we were rusty, we should have intercepted her capture sooner all sorts of nonsense. I mean we saved her the least we could have gotten was a thank you but she just lectured us for a good while before blowing the whistle that was around her neck leading us into drills mercilessly. I was glad to be wearing protection as the sudden loud noise made me pee a little bit soon that was the least of my worries. She was a real slave driver but it quickly became clear she was going hardest on Burton. My hero, my idol turned out to be a petulant vindictive child. It sucked but it really got me thinking if I’d been harder on some especially those in my squad because they were just following orders, trying to help me even if at the time I didn’t want it. The extended vigorous drills resulted in several leaking and messy diapers that direly needed changing. Given what she’d done the previous day I thought she would have been a bit more sympathetic. Jill, Sienna and Astrid had all messed themselves and were having a hell of a time keeping up. I had avoided emptying my bowels narrowly a few times along with Valerie but after most of the morning I was utterly soaked. Every so often I could feel dribbles of piss running down my legs but still we weren’t allowed to change despite my protests. I even quoted standard allotted changing time and the maximum time a female can be kept from changing after soiling herself but she ignored me. Mercifully our drills were cut short when a nearby construction crew fired up their equipment. They were repairing the damage done to perimeter defenses. The sudden noise of the extremely loud equipment startled the lot of us. Valerie completely lost it and the small damp half-moon crescent stains on her pants quickly spread down her legs as her bladder let go while she simultaneously vacated her bowels. I only wet myself! I mean it’s still humiliating to feel the warmth of your own piss running down your legs because your pullup is too soaked to absorb anything more but I didn’t poop my pants like everyone else even General Williams! Like I was saying “training” was cut short because I think she shit herself when she was startled, serves her right for working us like dogs. She didn’t admit anything but I could tell, we all could. The blush on her face the slightly awkward stance post facto we knew and I couldn’t help but smirk she was standing with full pants and I had only wet myself. She quickly made up some excuse and walked off doing the “I’m pretending there’s nothing wrong and I haven’t pooped my pants” walk. We were exhausted by that point and stumbled back to quarters. Poor Astrid and Jill had a hell of a diaper rash from that but fortunately we didn’t see any more of her that day. July 28th We had a patrol scheduled today looked pretty routine but I got a request to report to a council hearing. I was a bit puzzled as they usually tended to disciplinary action. I hadn’t even had breakfast yet but I dragged myself out of bed and threw on clothes. It was a short trudge across base and I couldn’t help but feel it had something to do with General Williams. When I entered the room it was quickly made clear. Corporal Burton was there at one desk and across the other room a rather irritated General Fiona J Williams. As his superior officer I was called in to corroborate his accusations against the general as such issues as abuse of rank wasn’t to be taken lightly. He had reported her for unfairly punishing the squad for what was in her eyes a less than acceptable performance. Not only that but she was singling him out for the discipline he gave her when he had been forced to change her into a diaper in the field. Retaliating against a subordinate officer for suspending the chain of command during a bout of female incontinence is strictly against policy and if found guilty she’d be in a fair bit of trouble. The proceedings started like any other, I’d been part of a few before, harassment, subpar performance and a few others. In a strange twist of fight I now found myself backing up Burton’s stories condemning the actions of the woman who I had modeled my entire military career after. The longer the case went on the clearer it became that General William’s hadn’t acted appropriately. I was watching for most of the time I guess out of morbid curiosity. I watched her expression change from when I arrived aloof irritation, to finish wide eyed apprehension. Just like that the gavel banged and the council decision was announced. “Conduct unbecoming an officer in her position.” As well as “Unfair treatment of a subordinate for acts performed in the line of duty.” The council talked amongst themselves of which I caught bits and pieces before addressing the three of us once again. The lecture they gave her was harsh but from the sounds of it well deserved. It wasn’t the first time she had the accusations brought against her but this was the first time there was enough evidence to actually enforce a punishment. After the stern lecture about treating someone with respect especially once they’ve changed your soiled undergarments for you they finally got to her punishment. She was blushing fiercely as they reminded her of her lack of control and even I recalled my little outburst the other day on patrol in the MRAP and blushed. “General Fiona J Williams, for your less than satisfactory behavior regarding Corporal Burton using his right to suspend the chain of command to deal with an extreme bout of your own incontinence. For the rest of your stay on base you will be required to wear maximum protection undergarments. During the first week the latrine is off limit and you will report to Corporal Burton for any change that is required. If he reports a change in your attitude we will consider how the remainder of your punishment will go, dismissed.” She looked understandably horrified and tried to protest earning only silent glares from the council. Jack couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the outcome but I don’t think he really knew what he was getting into. Nobody really liked maximum protection garments. As bad as standard issue was at least they were the pullup kind. They crinkled loudly, they were thick, plasticy, uncomfortable and obvious under your pants. For a competency medal winner it was the ultimate step backwards. The three of us departed and I had little desire to watch him force her into a diaper. I also had to deal with my currently soaked pullup. I didn’t get a chance to go in the morning after I dressed and well the sudden bang of the gavel made me spring a leak. I didn’t want to react obviously in the meeting so I just kind of let it happen. I tried to stop it but without hunching over and jamming my hands between my legs I couldn’t keep from wetting myself. I’m just glad it didn’t leak all over the chair in there. The soggy padding hugging my hips was at least warm which made the walk back a bit more bearable. July 28th Cross Referenced Journal entry from Corporal Jack Burton I couldn’t help but smirk a little at the outcome. I mean she deserved every bit of it. She had no right to treat us the way she did because she was embarrassed she’d acted like a toddler in front of us. I was just following the rules and what did I get, whispered threats every time I passed her and merciless drills. When her punishment came out I wasn’t exactly sure how to feel. I didn’t join the Rangers to just change shitty diapers but oh well, the sheepish look on the face of a general was worth it. She had lost all of her bluster when we left. Killian left just the two of us and I escorted her to the medical wing to pickup her new “underwear” Opening a pack I pulled one out with a chuckle and motioned for her to get up on the bed so I could change her. She opened her mouth to speak but just kind of froze. I could tell she wanted to slap me or curse at me but instead what came out was a mewling request to use the restroom before she was confined to wearing her restroom. I guess she normally did her business in the morning and rules were rules so I told her to just use her pants and I’d clean her up. If looks could kill I would have been incinerated on the spot. I just stood and waited for her to decide. Wasting a perfectly good diaper didn’t make any sense, at least I gave her the chance to get cleaned up as soon as she did it. She snapped at me and angrily spat back “Fine” realizing she had little choice before she started taking off her boots. For a woman who didn’t have any problem using her pants as a bathroom in the heat of combat watching her intentionally trying to soil herself was extremely amusing. She squirmed and wriggled and clenched her fists scrunching her face even grunt a few times before it finally happened. It started as a faint blossoming wetness which soon spread down the legs of her pants discoloring the fabric before splashing onto the floor puddling at her feet. Her relief and humiliation was palpable as she emptied her bowels as well. She still had her eyes shut tightly as the seat of her pants started to sag as a doughy mass slowly settled into her panties with a wet crackling noise. Once she started it didn’t take her long to finish and soon enough she was done. With a small grunt she finished pushing and stood awkwardly in front of my once again in very full pants. The whole room smelt of her “accident” and she glared at me blushing hotly. Never have I met another woman who could be so humiliated but still melt you with an angry glare at the same time. I don’t know what she was thinking but the next act was just so childish I wasn’t going to let her get away with it. She removed her pants once again exposing a lovely set of silken underpants now heavily soiled barely containing her feces within and sort of hopped on the table deliberately sitting in it. She purposefully attempted to make my job less pleasant by sitting in her own shit and then demanded I clean her up. I snapped at her when she did that calling her a petulant child and a whole slew of other things. When it became clear however I wasn’t going to clean her up before I put her in a diaper she quickly realized the error of her ways. I put the diaper on over her messy panties knowing that pair would need to be thrown away. She pleaded with me to change her first but I knew if I caved she’d walk all over me for the rest of her discipline. She may be a general but I’m not going to make exceptions just for her rank. I told her to come find me when her diaper needed changing and left after calling out to the nurse telling her that the general had a bit of an accident in her pants and needed a new pair. July28th cross referenced diary entry from General Fiona J Williams That irritating, crass, crude, insufferable corporal; How could they rule in his favor?! I am a General! I’m going to record every single thing he does and get him discharged once this is all over with. He made me… soil myself and then just put the diaper over my panties. Guidelines clearly state that underwear is not allowed to be worn over or under protective garments. He also intentionally called out to that nurse saying I’d had an accident and intentional humiliation of a superior officer for the condition of her fatigues is also against guidelines! The smirking look that nurse gave me when she took away my wet pants… I need to remember to get her name and report her too. Only one more week of reporting to him… I can do this. Uhg I still haven’t gotten that change from him but I really don’t want to see his face anymore. Everytime I sit or move around I can feel my own waste pressing against me and the panties just make it worse… damnit I liked this pair too but now they’re beyond ruined. I want the cost of these panties deducted from his pay!
  19. 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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    His nickname was 그랜도바자 (GrandBaza) or GR바자. Pixiv: pixiv.net/en/users/45649492 He deleted all his posts on pixiv, his arca account (arca.live/u/@GrandBaza) and also his twitter account (@Gr_Baza_omo_) around the end of January. Yesterday i had a massive breakthrough and managed to restore around 80% of his works in original quality. All of the images are taken from the saved cache. They are sorted in a somewhat chronological order. Some of them that generally look alike might be mixed up (I don't know Korean), but that shouldn't be much of a problem. There are a few files that I couldn't find in original quality, but found them in a preview format. You can use ai upscale to make them look better if you want. There are at least 1 missing picture and 1 story that I couldn't find in any form, if anyone have a saucenao subscription, you can try to find more previews by author search (the name used is 그랜도바자) I won't continue the search because I most probably won't find anything. Still glad that so many pictures were restored.
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  21. Is there any game (omo or poop fetish related / or not) where I can put diuretics/laxatives to girls to see how they react? It is better to have visuals but text-only games are also fine.
  22. DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours. Here's the big one though: The story contains diaper pooping, as well as more serious topics like trauma, bullying, and other mental issues. So be forewarned, if you want to skip this story, I don't mind. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story regardless. The Diaper Equation Another class, another school day nearing its end for May, as her blue eyes remained locked onto the clock ticking ever closer to 5 pm. She was just playing with her long hair, too bored to even try to listen to the professor ramble on. She just wanted to get out and do anything else other than stewing in her chair. Looking over to her left, May could see her best friend Ashley sitting next by, her brown hair just barely touching her shoulders while her eyes sat behind her glasses, glued to her books as always. ‘A bookworm to the end,’ May happily thought, seeing that cheeky smile of hers draped across her face. May and Ashley had known each other ever since freshman year of high school, being both born and raised in Omutsu-Suki City. They became fast friends early on and entered Alexius College, laughing together sharing jokes and gags along the way. From the beginning she had loved Ashley’s nerdy goofball personality, finding it endearing and resonating with her own wisecracking demeanor. Hence why they became inseparable over the years, sharing many memories and enduring through the toughest times together. Surely enough, as the clock struck 5 pm, the professor wrapped up the lecture and dismissed the class as students began leaving the lecture hall. May sighed, finally her final class for today was over, and tomorrow was completely class free. Turning back to Ashley, she was still reading, unaware that everyone else was leaving. This happened a lot with Ashley, often to May’s amusement. With a tap on the shoulder she came back to reality. “What, Huh?” Ashley asked, her focus broken. “Class is over ya goofball,” May told her friend, standing up. “Whoopsie, sorry May. I guess I got lost in my books again,” Ashley sheepishly admitted, packing her books into her satchel. “Indeed. Good thing I’m here, otherwise you’d probably be stuck here for days,” May mused, as she began to leave the room. Ashley giggled at the idea, following May out into the hallways. After walking some distance they reached their room and unloaded their stuff. By now they had decided to get Japanese for dinner, and began traveling once again out of the dormitory. However as they walked chatting back and forth, May could feel her stomach beginning to grumble. She knew what her guts was trying to tell her, she needed to take a shit. But the churning within made her think back to thoughts in her head that had been nagging at her for a whole month. Thoughts that involved Ashley. For a long time, May had known of her friend’s strange fetish: her attraction to diapers and the use of. Although May never minded this fact as it didn’t matter to her much. Of late though, her curiosity had made her question this fetish further. Especially after what Ashley did a month ago. The thing is May was struggling with how exactly to ask Ashley about this sort of thing. May normally isn’t the nervous type, but she felt anxious just thinking about Ashley’s diaper fascination. Just thinking about it made her feel… something. Something very familiar to her past, and terrifying to her core. Rummaging through her thoughts she could still feel her insides gurgling, as her body’s processed waste was now in her rectum begging for release. Nearing the building’s exit, May noticed a restroom set just before the doors leading outside. That’s when she felt Ashley tug at her sleeve. Turning to look at her, she realized she wasn’t the only one who needed to go. Ashley already had her legs crossed, holding onto her stomach. “Uh, May? Do you mind waiting for me? I need to use the restroom badly,” Ashley asked, her urgency embedded in her voice. May grinned, it was funny to think they both needed to shit at the same time. “I’ve got no need to wait, I need to take a shit too,” May revealed. “Alrighty then, what are we waiting for?” Ashley said hurriedly, leading May into the empty restroom. Naturally Ashley entered the furthest stall, while May picked the next stall over. Pulling down her jeans, May sat on the toilet with her blue underwear ready to catch the load brewing in her. As she relaxed her anus, her thoughts still lingered on her friend’s fetish. It wasn’t until May felt the tip of her poop slither out her butt cheeks and softly poke the bottom of her panties, that she began a quick flashback, recalling the conversation she shared with Ashley as if it took place yesterday. ***A Month Ago*** “-And that is how I created my really poopy diaper!” Ashley finished, excitedly. May sat on her bed across from Ashley, mouth agape at the story she had just heard from her friend. Never before had she heard a tale as crazy as what Ashley had shared, yet now things were connecting in her head. “Damn Ash, I never expected you capable of doing such a thing,” May said, trying to overcome her shock. “I know right!? I didn’t think I would accomplish my first ever hyper-messing at all!” Ashley exclaimed in her chair. “Hyper-messing?” May asked, unaware of the terminology. “Yep! It’s when you fill a diaper completely to ridiculous proportions. I’m definitely gonna try it again sometime in the future,” Ashley affirmed. “I see, this explains why you had a lot to eat yesterday when we had dinner together,” May remembered how Ashley had extra portions the day before. “Guilty as charged!” Ashley giggled, “But it was certainly worth it. Having so much poop, all tucked and snug inside my pampers, just felt absolutely amazing.” May smiled, but felt very confused inside, she didn’t have any experience with Ashley’s diaper fetish other than how common it was. She had rarely questioned internally the details of such a exotic passion ever since learning of it from Ashley. But now hearing what she did created a lot of questions, the biggest question in her mind yet: What was the magic behind pooping in a diaper? “Anyhow, now it's your turn to tell me a story,” Ashley said. This statement catches May off guard. “What do you mean Ash?” May asked, confused. “Well you knew about my poopy diaper, and even found its hiding place, I’m curious as to how you saw through my ruse,” Ashley pointed out. May then understood what Ashley was inquiring about, and remembered how exactly she partially figured out Ashley’s secret plans. “Oh right I did, I almost forgot about that. Ok let me tell you how I ‘sniffed’ you out,” May jest, making Ashley giggle with anticipation. “Alright. It started shortly before we went to our last class yesterday. Remember when I asked you whether or not you farted when I reached for the door?” Ashley nodded while a light blush grew on her freckled cheeks. “Well… I sort of lied to you when I asked that. You see I knew immediately the stink I smelled wasn’t gas, only shit smells like that; And I know you too well Ash, you were always a terrible liar. So when you told me that you were trying to hold it in for the bathroom, it only confirmed in my mind that you had already pooped your diaper full.” Ashley’s blush grew as she felt deeply embarrassed. “I see, well why didn’t you call me out?” Ashley asked. “Simple, I didn’t want to intrude, my initial thought was that you accidentally shit yourself before you could reach the bathroom in time, and was trying not to be exposed. So I went along with it, in order to help hide your mishap.” Ashley’s body posture became more ecstatic, wanting to know more. Sensing Ashley’s eagerness, May continued her tale. “Anyway, much later on during the night, I suddenly woke up with the need to piss. I guess while you ate a lot of food, I had too much soda to drink,” May remarks. Both laugh remembering last night’s fun dinner hangout. “So I silently walked over to the bathroom, trying not to wake you up. Entering, I quickly undid my pajamas and started peeing. However while my panties grew wet and yellow, I noticed there was something faint lingering in the air. It smelled pretty foul yet familiar, like the stink of your dirty diaper. Recognizing the scent, it only left me more confused. ‘Why could I smell poop in here?’ I thought.” Ashley’s eyes widened slightly, now putting the pieces together in her head. “So after pissing I investigated the bathroom for the source of the stink. I tracked the smell to the supply stash as the stench was the strongest there. Searching around I found a peculiar sight in the far back. ‘A diaper? What’s that doing here?’ I wondered. I carefully grabbed it to take a closer look. But when I did, I noticed it felt strange and slightly warm. Part of me told me there was ‘something’ inside it, but the other half wanted to make sure.” May paused, giving Ashley time to let everything sink in. She could see the welling sense of embarrassment in Ashley’s eyes. After a short moment, Ashley nodded to May, letting her know to continue her story. “Ok, So I pulled the diaper out into the light. Quickly I learned the diaper wasn’t clean, as a peek inside revealed a huge pile of poop nestled within. This was definitely the source of the smell, I also acknowledged that this diaper belongs to you. Sitting on the toilet, holding the poopy diaper in my hands, my head was now absolutely full of questions. ‘Why was this here? Was this the same diaper from before? What was Ash planning with this thing?’ The answers were certainly out of reach for me. Despite this, after some thinking while staring at the dirty diaper, I shoved those questions aside and thought of you. ‘I know my friend, she’s weirdly smart and smartly weird. This was just part of her fetish and that’s all, plain and simple. Let her have her fun.’ I told myself. So I put down the diaper on the toilet seat, so it will be ready for you. Afterwards I cleaned myself up and went back to bed, adjusting my alarm clock beforehand. Waking early, I wrote the note to put your mind at ease, and left to leave you to your desires without interruption. From the story you just shared, it looks like you did exactly that and then some.” Now Ashley was stunned. “May I- I don’t know what to say,” Ashley stammered, “But why did you go out of your way to help me like that? I know you don’t understand my fetish but-” May then got up and walked over to her friend, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “So? There’s nothing really to it. You're my best friend, and we’ve been through a lot together. I’m not gonna forsake our bond over a silly poopy diaper just because I don’t get your interests. Do whatever makes you happy Ash, I’ll always be by your side no matter what,” May told her confidently. The two then shared a silent moment embraced together, grateful for their supportive friendship. After pulling out of their hug May noticed something entirely new, Ashley’s blush was now somehow different. It wasn’t of embarrassment, it was of pure joy. May couldn’t help but blush as well, radiating the same warmth back to Ashley, happy to see her friend’s warm smile. May however didn’t share the whole story. In reality, when she held that diaper last night, her mind was actually in turmoil. Smelling and feeling the poopy load inside the diaper had triggered something in her head. It felt like an important missing piece for a jigsaw puzzle was finally found and completed a mental image. May could see that image, she understood the image, and it scared her. It was a secret part of herself that she buried a long time ago, back when she was a different person. A person she despised. Horrible memories May had repressed were slowly returning from the brink to haunt her, her deepest secret unveiled and bringing self-doubt to May’s true character. But things are different now, she was different, and she wasn’t alone this time. Ashley was her friend: smart, kind, weird, funny. Maybe Ashley could help her with her secret, that is if May can coax herself to even attempt to ask for help. She had never told anyone this secret, not even Ashley. Who knows what’ll happen if she ever finds out. But today is not the right time. For now, she’ll have to cope with her secret and the painful memories in her head as best as she could. ***Present Day*** As May was knee deep in memory lane, May’s blue panties were slowly being loaded with poop. Thick yet soft, a large log coiled out like a snake, settling itself against the cotton staining it a warm brown. As a bulge grew protruding with a hefty lump, the log fully plopped out into the underwear. Then more shit followed, in the form of smaller mid-sized logs, one after another adding to the stinky mess. By the time May came to from her flashback, she found her panties packed of poopy logs: one large, five medium, and her ass was currently pushing a second fat log into the warm pile. Instinctively she continued pushing until the second log fully slithered out. However, May wasn’t finished. A new wave of smelly paste-like mush was now filling her poopy panties further, burying the previous logs. May could feel, smell, and hear all her shit squelching into her underwear; she could also hear Ashley’s diaper crinkling, no doubt being filled up with shit as well. Another minute later, May ripped a really wet fart, signifying she was finally empty. Standing back up, she could tell there was a lot of poop inside her panties now, the bulge stained brown and weighed what felt like a big pineapple. May sighed, relieved but conflicted too. She just pooped her panties with a big load of shit but she didn’t feel anything partially special while doing it. Sure it felt a little euphoric to push all that poop out and all, but there was something else to it, there had to be. May knew too well Ashley was enjoying the dump in her diaper right now, so what was missing? Now normally she would dump out her crap and start cleaning up. But with her recent flashback and need for understanding, she decided to do something different. Pulling up her pants slightly, May opened the stall and shuffled over to the sinks. Then she dropped her pants again, showing off her poopy panties. While this was a common practice, May never engaged in it before. The aim was to see how Ashley reacts to her load, and improvise from there. Maybe she can figure it out if she sees Ashley’s perspective. “Are you already done May?” Ashley asked from inside her stall. “Yes ma'am, just waiting for ya,” May responded. “Okie-dokie! Don’t worry, I’m almost done,” Ashley said, finishing her stinky business. As May waited, she stared directly at her reflection in the mirror. Feeling evermore nervous she attempted to psych herself up. But no matter how hard she tried to find courage, her fears still lingered inside her, screaming at her harder than ever. Just as she had stabilized her confidence enough to not look like a nervous wreck, May heard Ashley’s stall swing open behind her. “Hey-o! Sorry I took so long I-” Ashley cheerfully chirped, before being struck by the outlandish sight in front of her. May could see through the mirror Ashley’s reaction. She was clearly speechless seeing May’s full panties for the first time ever, yet still studied the hefty load with her eyes full of excitement, fixing her glasses’ position to see better. Then a deep blush bloomed in Ashley’s and May’s cheeks simultaneously, as both ladies realized the awkward situation they were in. One of them was looking straight at her friend’s messy panties and in turn her butt, while the other had noticed her friend's pants were laying around her feet. A puffy diaper on display instead, the messy load slightly poking out below. Yet neither felt embarrassed or uncomfortable considering the trusted company they were with. Then their eyes met, emerald locked with sapphire, both faces still holding a gentle smile to each other. Then Ashley broke the silence. “Well well, you really had to go didn’t you?” Ashley spoke. “Oh yeah, I sure did. Whew. Glad I finally got all this out of my system,” May stated, patting her mess. “Girl same. I had brewed quite a ‘shit’load to unleash into my pampers myself, what did we both eat ey?” Ashley asked, in a humorous manner. May chuckled, having personal insight on how full Ashley’s diapers can get. “Good question Ash, I don’t even remember what we had last time,” May admitted. Shuffling closer, Ashley took a better look at May’s bulging panties, while feeling her own poop sloshing inside her full pampers. “So uh, what made you come out with your mess on display, you don’t usually do that sort of thing,” Ashley inquired curiously. “Welp, seeing how full my underwear was, I wanted you to see what I had produced. Although I know you are more used to dirty diapers rather than panties,” May explained, trying to be honest about her intentions. “Well then m’lady, It’d be rude of me not to share with the class in return,” Ashley mused smiling. Without hesitation, Ashley turned around to pose her rear to her friend, showing off her messy creation. “Impressive ain’t it?” Ashley asked proudly. May was presented with a familiar sight: a smelly poopy diaper, made by her friend. Strangely enough, it looked very similar to the dirty diaper she found a month before, no doubt being just as full of shit. But looking at this diaper though, anxious curiosity began excessively welling up in May’s mind. The sagging brown bulge looked gentle and plump, inviting even. She could even differentiate the smell of her own mess and of Ashley’s, of which was naturally familiarly stinky, but also interesting in a strange way. Why was she feeling this now though? Was she getting used to being around full diapers? Maybe… but deep down she knew what was going on. May was racing with overwhelming thoughts and questions, so much that it was starting a headache. Then she found herself daring to ask a question she never thought she would ever ask, she was so scared that the question just sort of tumbled out. “Can I… touch your… dirty diaper?” Dead silence fell between them for what felt like forever. May began to panic internally. “I’ve never been asked that from anybody before,” Ashley finally responded, surprised by what May had asked. May grew even more tense, wondering what Ashley was thinking. Did she cross a line she wasn’t aware of? But Ashley still held her padded butt at May’s direction. After taking some time to think, Ashley looked back to May with a small grin. “You know what? You're my best friend, and I trust you. So… go for it May, give my dirty pampers a good squeeze,” Ashley mused, approving her friend’s odd request. May was stunned, she could actually touch it? She then realized her hand was automatically reaching for Ashley’s full diaper. Her mind panicked, rummaging over the consequences of what would happen. And yet, she didn’t pull her hand back, she didn’t fight the urge. The point of no return was coming up and she was set to cross it whether she was ready or not. May softly settled her hand onto the bulging seat of the poopy diaper. At that moment of contact, time froze around her, as her fingers massaged the brown padding gingerly. May’s brain analyzed what her hand was feeling frantically, not at all knowing what to expect. Shockingly, the diaper felt… nice, comfortable even. It was warm and soft to the touch, and certainly squishy in a welcoming way. May could feel everything inside the diaper, every ounce of mushy poop moving and reacting to her hand’s actions with an audible squelching. Slowly groping the dirty diaper, May could hear Ashley moan softly; she too was feeling the contents inside the diaper slosh and mush, causing erotic pleasure to start flowing in her body. May then refocused and realized what was happening: she was fondling her friend’s poopy diaper in the restroom, and both girls were actually enjoying everything. It really was too late to turn back now, she knew what she needed to do, it was now or never. “Ashley? Can I ask you something personal?” May asked, pulling her hand away from the poopy diaper. Ashley turned back around, still wearing a gentle smile while coming down from her erotic high. “Of course you can, what’s up?” Ashley answered. Taking a long deep breath, May asked her question “Why do you like pooping in diapers?” Ashley grew silent once more, shaking May’s confidence. “W-What do you mean?” Ashley stuttered, confused as to what was going on. “I… I mean… I pooped my pants, loading it with a lot of shit. Yet I didn’t feel anything special, I mean not entirely uh…” May trailed off, struggling to keep her thoughts sorted. Ashley raised an eyebrow, May knew she was becoming more confused and slightly concerned. So May thought ‘screw it’ and tried to finished her scattered question. “Y-yet you enjoy using your diapers every day. So… what do you find special about pooping in diapers? How does it work? What’s the magic behind it all that makes you so aroused? I mean it's just a dirty diaper, full of poop and all right? I just… want to understand,” May told her, laying out some of the questions she had in her mind for the past month. “But… You’ve known of my fetish for a long time, Why are you asking me now?” Ashley questioned, even more confused. “Because… I didn’t know how to. I was… afraid,” May admitted. “You? Afraid?” Ashley asked, now worried about her friend. “I was afraid of asking you, I didn’t want to be but I was. Ever since…” May couldn’t finish her sentence, her anxiety was overwhelming her. However Ashley was already putting the pieces together in her head. “Ever since you found my diaper a month ago. When you learned of what I did, something clicked in you didn’t it? Something deep inside of you. That’s why you were showing off your mess, that’s why you wanted to grope my pampers,” Ashley noted. “However, there’s more to it than what I think it is right?” Ashley then proclaimed. “Y-y-yes, there’s something you never learned about me. Something from before I ever met you, haunting me ever since I found your diaper. It was like… I found a lost part of myself, something that I had even forgotten I had at all. But after realizing what it was, I became scared because I didn’t know what it meant about me. Then all of the other memories I shoved away came back at once, filling me with dread and shame. I remembered what I did, why, and hated myself for everything. But… I thought maybe you could help me overcome this, If only I could just tell you that I… I-I…” May said, trying to piece her thoughts together coherently. But before she could explain further, Ashley gently took hold of May’s hand, as a gesture of trust and comfort. She could tell May was mentally struggling severely and wanted to calm her down before she spiraled into a panic attack. Besides, by now she had enough contextual evidence to piece everything together. “I… remember how you used to be when we first met. You were quiet, scared, shy and always second guessing. I always wondered why, until you started to come out of your shell. You weren’t afraid of me, You were afraid of hurting me. You thought you would accidentally or intentionally push me away. Then I learned about your painful past before you met me; the person you used to be, and I finally understood your fear of hurting me. Yet I still felt like there was something missing. Mainly the motive behind your past actions. I had always felt you had something hiding deep within, but knowing your trauma, I decided to let it be,” Ashley softly spoke. May couldn’t react, she was beside herself now, no longer in the driver’s seat as she listened to Ashley lay it all out. “But now I finally get it. Everything changed when you found that diaper and heard my story. These events made you find something that you knew all along but never admitted. A secret you buried a long time ago out of fear and self hatred. The missing motive itself, and now I know what it is. The truth is… You are just like me. You wanted to wear diapers and use them like I do. You learned this in middle school but couldn’t understand why and feared what it meant for you, you feared what your friends and family would say or do to you if they ever found out. That's why you were the way you were back then, projecting out of fear and spite, hating this secret fact enough to openly hate it wherever you saw it. That is until your parents threw down the hammer over your behavior and forced you to take up counseling. As you slowly changed for the better, your secret was forgotten about completely as it caused so much pain. Now you face that truth again, a different person but still confused and afraid, but felt you could finally figure it out through me, but still feared that you would somehow hurt me, am I right?” Ashley finished. May was internally paralyzed, her brain was crashing like jets diving downward at mach 5. Her heart was beating faster than a V8 engine. How can she respond? Should she even? What would she say or how? Her insecurities were growing stronger, mentally pinning her down. It was like middle school all over again, nothing but unrelenting fear enveloping her being. But one thing was different now: When she felt unworthy and deserved loneliness, Ashley entered into her life and gave her a second chance. May gained hope in herself because of Ashley, and it was not something she ever intended to waste. So despite the chaos in her head, she dared to answer not only to her closest friend, but to herself too. “... Yes…” she whispered, a tear forming in her eye. “Yes. It’s true. All of it. I didn’t want to accept the truth. I was too scared to even try to understand. Everything I've done, everyone I've hurt, all over one stupid insignificant thing. Even after I realized what kind of horrible person I had become, and felt like I didn’t deserve to be redeemed. Even then I was still afraid. Even after we became friends, even after I listened to your wild adventure. What is wrong with me Ashley? Why can’t I just admit that I… I…” May couldn’t hold back her tears anymore as it all came crashing down on her. “I… Like… D-d-diapers… I wanted to wear diapers, to feel them around my waist, and to find out what it's like to piss and poop in them. And that paralyzed me so much, my brain kept saying the most awful things. So much fear, so much uncertainty. I didn’t know what to do. So I lashed out, fighting and bullying anyone who wore diapers for any reason! I was a horrible person because I felt like a sick freak! I lost all of my friends and pushed everyone else away! And over what!? Fucking diapers! I was hurting people over diapers, of all things! But worst of all… I always thought… I would push you away too… you, the person who gave me a second chance. Who helped me, who made me laugh again! I don’t want to hurt you ever! I just… I…” “Oh, my dear Marion,” Ashley spoke, embracing her tortured friend tightly. May cried and wailed into Ashley’s shoulder in great shame, having finally acknowledged to herself who she was at long last. May choked on her tears endlessly while in the comforting arms of her friend. The two stood together unseparated without a word until May’s tears finally ceased. Then Ashley held May eye to eye once again. “Listen to me Marion, and listen closely. You're not a horrible person. You're not the same spiteful middle-schooler you used to be. Who you were before no longer matters ok? You've been my best friend, because your humor and kindness is truly worth more than its weight in gold to me. All the memories we made mean something, because they helped me get through my darker nights. You're not a freak either, just for being different from other people. Liking diapers is not a crime, and it never will be. You shouldn’t have to ever hide your true self, especially from me. I’ll always be by your side no matter what, just as you have for me,” Ashley said, in earnest. Still emotional, May finally spoke back “I don’t deserve a second chance, and yet you still gave me one. Why?” “Because, I remember math class on my first day of high school, and I had found this mysterious beautiful new girl that I had never seen before. Long jet black hair, eyes as deep as the ocean, she certainly looked like a very interesting person. Yet this girl always looked scared and was always very lonely, walking all alone in her own little world. Why? It didn’t feel right for someone like this girl to be alone. So I made it my mission to learn all about her, and hopefully become her friend. That is how I met you Marion, and I’ve never regretted that decision. Ever. Especially when you came out of your shell and I finally got to meet the real you, the wisecracking comical troublemaker I’ve grown to deeply adore and care about. I don’t care what you say Marion, you are a good person. You do deserve to be happy, because you already earned your second chance,” Ashley proclaimed proudly. May wiped the remaining tears from her blue eyes and looked straight into Ashley’s. “My dear Ashley, where would I be without you?” May asked. “I don’t know Marion, I shudder to think what would happen to us both if we never met. Which is why I’m grateful that you're here with me,” Ashley assured. The two shared their hug for a little while longer, letting everything set in. For the first time ever May had confronted herself and her past, and with Ashley’s help, she came out the other side knowing her true nature at long last. Of course this was going to take time to get used to, May had been hiding these mental scars for years. Even now everything that’s happened feels so surreal. But May didn’t mind, she’s got the greatest friend ever by her side, she will heal and become stronger for it. Today, she was no longer afraid. “How are you feeling now?” Ashley asked, after pulling back from their long embrace. “A little shaky, but I’ll pull through,” May answered confidently. “Good, it hurts me deeply to see you in such pain you know,” Ashley admitted. “Aww, you're such a softy” May mused, appreciating her concern. “Seriously though, are you sure you're going to be ok? I mean, you had a lot to unpack all at once, not to mention you just thrust yourself into a fetish that encourages a lifestyle you're not used to,” Ashley asked, still worried about May’s mental state. However May already had an answer. “It’s definitely gonna be rough around the edges, I’ll give you that. There’s a lot I need to contemplate and accept, and it’ll take some time for sure. I just have to work this out on my own terms, and that includes getting used to the diaper thing. That’s going to be a little tricky, and probably a little weird. But to be honest, thanks to you I’m actually kinda stoked to learn more about it; No doubt I’ll have you to help me along the way, making it fun at every step.” Ashley smiled, satisfied by May’s admirable conviction. “Well, since everything has mostly calmed down. If you want, I can start helping you by telling you why I like pooping my pampers,” Ashley proposed. This caught May off guard. “Wait, you’re actually going to tell me?” May asked. “Well why not? You did ask nicely. Besides you're completely new to this, you're gonna need some kind of starting point,” Ashley answered happily. “I see where you're going with this. Okay then Ashley, hit me with it,” May said attentively. “Well it’s very simple for me, I was born this way. Unlike most who develop these desires in their teenage years like you, I had them from the very beginning. Not necessarily the sexual aspects, but just the mere idea of pooping in a diaper. Everything revolving around the act, from the moment my poop pokes the padding until the last bits bubbles out, feeds into my exhilaration. It just feels right to do, you know? Comforted by the warmth my crap radiates. Hearing it squelch as my pampers sag heavy with my load. Smelling the intoxicating strong odor as it enters my nose. Hell, just walking around wearing a full diaper, my poop all snug inside, is something else entirely. Personally I love soft mushy shit the most, cause it feels the best when it nestles in between my pampers and my butt cheeks; plus it's fun playing with a large bulge that's soft and squishy to the touch. Anyway, I’ve been mentally wired like this since forever, there’s no changing that. Even after I grew up and began gaining immense sexual pleasure from my diapers, deep down it is the act of pooping in diapers itself that is the magic that you are searching for. Of course that’s just me, everyone has their own reasons, and I doubt I’m the only one born automatically loving diapers. So yeah, there you have it.” “Well um… That was more straightforward than I was expecting,” May stated. “Eh? Were you looking for a more complex philosophical explanation?” Ashley asked, all smug. “To be honest, I didn’t know what to expect. But thanks for sharing with me still, it will certainly help me out in the long run,” May said. “My pleasure,” Ashley bowed happily. “... Ashley?” May paused for a second, looking deep into Ashley’s attentive eyes, “Thank you, for everything.” Ashley’s smile widened, as she walked up to May once more, this time to give her a small kiss on her soft cheek. “Anytime, Marion. You helped me in my darkest moments, I wouldn’t be worth spit if I didn’t do the same for you,” Ashley spoke gently. She then motioned closer to whisper into May’s ear, “Even if you stink really bad, poopy butt.” With that, Ashley had ruined the wholesome moment. May couldn’t help but laugh though, almost forgetting that they were both wearing undergarments full of waste. “You know you stink too, you cheeky goofball,” May said joyfully, to a mischievous smirking Ashley. After their exchange, both ladies returned to the stalls to clean themselves up. Then they met back at the sinks to quickly wash their hands. As they finally left the bathroom and went outside, one last question popped into May’s head. “Hey Ash, how exactly did you figure me out back there?” she asked. “Heh, sounds like someone hasn't been paying attention to the professor’s lectures,” Ashley chuckled. May immediately felt duped, because she knew that their prior class was in fact psychology, one of Ashley’s favorite courses. “Well… shit,” May said, feeling delightfully defeated. *** Later that night, Ashley was sound asleep in her bed, but May was still awake staring at the ceiling. She was busy contemplating the events that transpired today. Looking back, it was silly that it all transpired in an empty public restroom. Still everything started to make some sort of sense, even though some parts still felt unreal and crazy. A lot of it still hurts deep down, but May had Ashley’s kindred words to soothe her pain. She wasn’t going to let her fears control her anymore, that’s for sure. With Ashley by her side, there wasn’t anything she couldn’t do. She will be sure to help Ashley too, she had already conquered her pain long ago, but sadly she still had occasional depressive episodes every now and then. Still May was by her side to help every time, and she had no intention to leave Ashley on her own, not when she had helped May so much already. Though strangely, the diaper thing made the most sense to her. After hearing Ashley open up about her interest in diapers, It just somehow added up to an absurd degree. This could explain how doing the same with underwear wouldn’t work. Though it kind of felt good to push all her poop out, and to grope that poopy diaper as well, May didn’t bother to deny this to herself. It was like trying to put together an equation, a diaper equation per say. Maybe Ashley will even let her try her diapers on whenever she feels ready for them. That mere idea actually sounded pretty embarrassing, yet positively energizing at the same time. She wondered what her own diaper would feel, especially after she poops in it. Who knows what’ll happen; But for now, baby steps until she works out everything. Turning to her side, she could see Ashley sleeping in her bed, even in the pale darkness. Her hair draped over her cute freckled face as she slept peacefully. Ashley has done so much for her, out of her bottomless kindness, and have always enjoyed May’s crude and sarcastic humor. May never had someone like her ever in her life, she was truly something special. May felt determined to give her that same amount of joy and happiness ever since they became close friends. Especially now, for something new was brewing inside May. Something different, not in her head, but in her tightening chest. An emotion, one that hurts in a good way. May smiled, feeling a blush burn furiously in her cheeks. Her head was now filling up with new thoughts, bristling with sweet happiness and laughter. She knew what this emotion was, and who it was for. May didn’t mind these feelings, in fact she welcomed them fearlessly. Her final secret, one she looked forward to challenging head on in the future. Ashley and May will return…
  23. So of course I’m already wet because I wet while I was asleep but then in the morning I wake up and have 3 different pushes in my diaper and mess it 3 times in 10 minutes completely loading it each time feeling better then the last and then I peed again making it more wet and now I’m a pamp packer in the morning waiting to be let to be changed.
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