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You can watch the 2 parts here: https://www.ipla.tv/wideo/serial/Wlatcy-Moch/728?seasonId=735 There used to be a show in Poland called Wlatcy Moch (Lords of the flies), *Think of it as a polish South Park* which was pretty popular online. In episodes 46 and 47 one of the characters, Maslana has to wear a diaper after wetting himself during a school camping trip. He is humiliated by his teacher and his friends to the point he considers suicide. In another episode, Konieczko has problems urinating. Another good example is Czesio, who is seen peeing in several episodes, including in his pants, (Fear wetting and accidental) over a toilet seat, and in a bottle.

Just a little poll for fans of AB/DL or ABDL~

Gurochan got a recent revamp and I though I should remind people of this fun resource. The Scat board, despite the name, has a great deal of peeing, wetting, diapers, desperation, and other goodies relevant to our interests. Check it out! Share your collection! Keep circulating the tapes!

Hi everybody, I was just browsing the internet when I came across Bella Marie's online Video stores. To my surprise, all her clips are gone. Everything on clips4sale and manyvids are deleted. Can anybody else see this? Does anybody know what happened? Cause I would have loved to buy more of her vids, unfortunately now it doesn't look like I can now.

When I first came here some three years ago, it was for the desperation, and not the wetting. Then I discovered wetting and got really into that. I still found diapers weird and wasn't really into that, but after a while I started to warm up to that idea, too. Then, a year or so ago, I found a mod for The Sims 4 that enabled all sims to wear and go in diapers, not just toddlers, and I created the character of Rosa in the game. And so, this story was born. Hope someone will enjoy it. I'm not a huge fan of messing, but this story will contain small amounts of it in a mostly non-sexual context. There will be some swearing, and a fair amount of smut. This story isn't a huge priority, and I don't know exactly how long it will be, but it'll probably go on for a while. PROLOGUE It was the cold that woke her. It always was. The way her pyjamas clung to her skin, clammy and wet, the damp sheets under her turning chilly in the night air from the open window. It took her a few moments to realise why she was cold and wet, but this was the third time this week, so it didn’t take long. Once she did realise, she let out a long wail, tears beginning to spill from her eyes. The door opened, light spilling in from the hall. ‘What is it now?’ said her mother’s tired voice. Rosa pulled her blanket up to her chin and sobbed. ‘I . . . I wet the bed,’ she whispered. Her mother sighed audibly. ‘Again? How many times does that make this month?’ Rosa didn’t answer. She tried to swallow her tears, stop the sobbing. ‘Come on, stop that.’ Her mother stretched out a hand. ‘Get up, honey.’ Rosie grabbed her stuffed unicorn by the ear and crawled out of bed, leaving cold, wet sheets behind. ‘No, leave the unicorn here.’ She did as she was told, dropping Uni on the floor, whispering a soft, ‘Sorry.’ She didn’t think Uni had gotten any pee on her. That was good. It was her favourite toy. Her grandmother had given it to her. She took her mother’s hand, and was marched to the bathroom. She saw herself in the mirror while her mother undressed her. A chubby six-year-old with red pigtails and a smattering of freckles across her little nose. Her hazel eyes were red and puffy, and she sniffed. ‘This has to stop,’ said her mother sternly. ‘You’re six! Too old to be pissing yourself every other night.’ Rosa felt the tears begin to come again. ‘I’m sorry!’ she whined. ‘Stop that!’ Her mother sounded angry, and she grabbed her by the shoulders and gave a little shake. ‘You’re too old to be blubbering like that too!’ Rosa tried to stop, she really did, but instead she began to cry harder. ‘Oh, for fuck’s sake!’ Rosa’s mother pulled the wet pyjamas off her daughter. ‘Shut up!’ When Rosie didn’t, she slapped her face, and when that didn’t help, she sat down on the toilet, put her child over her knee and spanked her little bottom. Not hard. She just wanted to shock the screaming child into silence, and it worked. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said afterwards, but she sounded indifferent. ‘It’s just not very mature of you to go on blubbering like that when I’m trying to talk to you!’ She got a washcloth out of the cupboard under the sink and filled the sink with warm water and soap. ‘Here,’ she said, handing Rosie the washcloth. ‘Clean yourself up while I change your sheets. Thank God I bought that plastic cover for the mattress . . .’ The next time Rosa wet the bed, she didn’t cry. She stayed in her wet pyjamas and her wet bed until morning, and the following night there was a disposable sheet on her bed, and her mother put her in a diaper for the first time since she was three.

Last year on Tumblr I told @tremblings4 about a dream I'd just had. She posted my summary along with a scene she wrote that might've happened if I hadn't woken up just then. I recently expanded it into a short story. A cute brunette sat in the school cafeteria smiling and playing with her phone. She'd finished her lunch, put away her tray, and updated her followers on her day, and was now reading comments with a smile. It was a knowing smile; a mischievous smile. To everyone in the cafeteria she was just an ordinary high school senior, but to tens of thousands of users in the blogosphere she was a celebrity. She was famous in a way she could never talk about in real life; not even to her sister or her closest gal pal. Nobody knew about the secret life she led on the Internet any more than they knew what was under her clothes today. "Emma?" a familiar voice asked. Startled and embarrassed, she hastily minimized her blog and looked up from her phone to greet the handsome fair-haired boy standing nearby. "Hi, Leif." "I was wondering if you would, well, since this is the last day of school, and I got permission..." Emma waited with bated breath as he nervously rambled. Is he finally going to ask me out? she wondered. "...All I need is your consent...I mean, your permission...and participation, of course." When the series of run-on sentences finally drew to a close Emma was unsure how to interpret it all. "Let me see if I'm hearing you right," she began, but stopped herself when she noticed she sounded harsh, "I mean, not to be rude or anything, but you're asking me to pose for you so you can paint me, right?" "Yes!" he answered enthusiastically. "I mean, if you're comfortable with it," he added skittishly. "And this would be a painting with...?" "Oils. I'm a disaster with watercolors." "I see, but...you know...you're saying..." "It would be a painting from life." "And that means...I mean, I think it means..." "Au naturel." "That's an artist word for naked, right?" "Yes. That is what I planned. I've painting models before, but it would mean a lot to do someone I know...I mean paint! To paint someone I know!" He laughed apprehensively as he waited for her response. Emma didn't really want to do that. She was flattered to be sure, but undressing for a boy (even one whose intentions were pure) was a nerve-wracking prospect. It also interfered with her secret plan for the day. On the other hand she'd been wanting to get to know Leif since the beginning of the year, and it was now the end of the year. If she turned down the request this might be their last conversation ever. The wonderful love that could blossom between them would never even sprout. "Yes," she finally said with an extravagant smile she immediately regretted. "I'd be honored." "Great! Meet me in the back half of the art room after school. Oh, and Mrs. Axley might want you to sign something. This is kind of a touchy...thing." "Yes, I think it is," Emma muttered. Half a school day later the two 12th graders were alone in the art room together. Leif was getting his art supplies ready and Emma was getting her body ready. Both of them were nervous and clumsy. "Keep in mind this is just for painting; I don't want you looking at me," Emma said as she started exposing important parts. "I mean, you have to look at me, just don't look at me...extra." "Okay," Leif muttered, not sure how else to reply. As she neared the end of her disrobing Emma suddenly froze, her cheeks turned rosy, and her eyes started to look like the eyes of an animal about to flee or fight. She remembered she was wearing a diaper. She'd told the followers of her omutsu blog she'd wear a diaper under her clothes on the last day of school and (if she worked up the nerve) wet it at the end of the day. When she'd agreed to model for Leif she'd changed her plans. She was going to discreetly dispose of the taboo undergarment during a restroom break (ideally after making good use of it). Unfortunately she'd been so preoccupied with thoughts of the after-school activity she'd forgotten all about her secret padding. She'd also done a great job of ignoring her steadily-growing bladder, which now seemed to tighten from her anxiety and the cool air. It was too late to do anything about it now. She set her clothes aside and stood there wearing nothing but her crinkly white diaper. Leif's eyes shot straight to the unexpected undergarment, but his mouth stayed silent. "Sorry," Emma muttered. "If I'd known we were doing this, I would've..." "It's okay," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Sorry I sprung this on you so late." "It's okay," she parroted. They both wanted to change the subject. Emma laid across the sheet-covered chair in the center of the room assuming the first pose that came to her. "Is this all right?" "It's all right if you can hold it." She felt her face burning redder and her heart pounding faster. "Excuse me?" "You'll have to hold the pose for 15...let's say 20 minutes. I mean, it doesn't have to be this pose, but whatever pose you decide on is gonna be the pose you hold the whole time." She breathed a calm sigh when she knew what kind of holding he was talking about. "I'll be fine like this." He still hadn't asked her to remove the diaper and she wasn't going to press the issue. At least I'm getting away without exposing everything, she thought. Leif left his easel and played with the lights in the room, dimming one and brightening another. After returning to the easel he walked away again to fiddle with the knobs some more. Emma wasn't sure what was happening and she was afraid she'd offend him if she turned her head to look. "Perfect!" he said when he was back in his spot. "I'm just selecting the best lighting for the painting," he explained when he noticed the girl's confusion. "I wasn't expecting white on white." Emma realized he meant her diaper blended in with the sheet underneath. "Sorry," she said again. "You can't help it," Leif said matter-of-factly as he drew the skeletal lines that would soon be fleshed out into a girl. "I mean, I assume you can't...?" he asked, looking up from his canvas. She blushed harder. "I can! I mean, for the most part. It's just...it's complicated." He nodded, still tracing her form on the canvas. "Well, your secret's safe with me." After a few minutes' work, he had more to say. "Your body is so nice it doesn't really matter to me what's on it." He realized what he'd said and quickly stared back at his canvas, blushing more intensely. The girl stared off, flattered and unsure of what to say. "What a way for you to first see me," she muttered, a wry smile sneaking to her face. He smiled. "Could be worse." "Oh yeah?" "Could've had some damage done to it." She stammered and her bladder twinged as she remembered her original plan. "H-hey now...do you take me for someone who'd just walk around all wet?" He chuckled, "I suppose not." She quietly sighed, figuring her other secret was safe. He busied himself with the pencil. There was a long silence. He put the pencil aside and started working with the brush. He put that down and started working with another brush. There was still no talking between the two. The girl's mind began to wander. How detailed is this going to be? Who's going to see it? Will they recognize my face? Will they recognize what I'm wearing? Emma eventually said something out loud (but quietly). "I can take it off. I mean, I don't need to be wearing this...y'know, if it clashes with your artistic plan." "I'm afraid it's too late for that." "You already painted my...what I'm wearing?" "No, but I can't have you moving." After some quiet thought Emma spoke again. "You can take it off." Leif's hands abruptly stopped working and his face abruptly reddened. "I can?" "Mm-hmm." He walked up to her and unfastened the strips slowly and deliberately. She held her pose rigidly. When he began to take the diaper off he accidentally touched her silky skin. Suddenly his head was in a whirl and the diaper was slipping out of his hands. He snapped back to reality and completed the task. Back at the easel he looked intently at the now-completely-nude young lady. "Nice," he said, but he soon realized it sounded bad. "I mean, it's nice that you're all shaved." That also sounded bad. "I mean, it's easier to paint that way," he added sheepishly. It was time to stop talking. The artist was still red-cheeked and agitated, but it was nothing compared to the model. She was thinking about how her womanhood was exposed, thinking about how cold the air felt, and thinking about how full her bladder felt. But most of all she was thinking about how Leif, a man, someone she didn't even know that well, was now aware she sometimes wore diapers. She wondered what guesses he was making about her personal life and about her physical and mental health. "Want to settle some?" he asked with a gentle smile. "Your face is so pink I've almost forgotten its original color." She sighed. "It's just...no one's seen me like that." Well, not in person anyway, she thought to herself. "I'm surprised you're more comfortable being seen nude by a random guy," he said, his eyes now back on the canvas. He was building up the tones of her face. "Well, I mean, it's for art, so..." "Is that it? You just have a high passion for art?" "I-I mean...yeah, you needed a model and I was available, so..." He smirked. "I'm comfortable...with you," she admitted quietly. He looked up when he heard her voice breaking. "But I...I didn't think you'd see...the, uh...my, uh..." She started to tear up. He quickly stood and walked over to her. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay. I, uh...chose you for a reason." She'd already lost the pose, so a hug wouldn't make any difference to the painting. He embraced her gently, keeping in mind there were things he'd better not touch. Her eyes widened and the nerves hit her bladder again. She smiled, but then quickly backed up. "I...I need...the bathroom..." That quickly changed the mood in the room. "Okay...you can get dressed then and go before I continue with you." She started to do just that. "Unless," the boy added, "you want to use your...garment..." Emma blushed once more, and soon stormed out of the room in just sweatpants and a tank top. "I'll use the toilet! I'll use the toilet! Sheesh!" Leif chuckled to himself and sat back down to look at what he'd completed so far. He'd never done a painting with so much pink paint.

So I'm working on a Super Mario 3D Land omutsu fic...but can't really get the story to progress enough. Any ideas for any scenes or anything to get the story going smoothly? Here's what I have so far-http://pastebin.com/FXRjqw20

Hey all! Guess who's back... Back again. Song lyrics from 2002 aside, I did it again. Here's a fanfic from K-ON. It's on a request so I'm trying to finish it on time for them but it isn't working out too well so I've decided to release it in parts. That being said, here's part 1. Enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 1 - A Series of Unfortunate Events It’s just another day at Sakuragaoka High School. Ho-Kago Tea Time were up on the top floor, in their own personal club room, trying to practice. On any usual occasion, this would have been easy. However, on this day, they didn't sound right. Yui, Mugi, Ritsu and Azusa stood in their usual positions, playing along to the best of their ability to each song that they practiced. However, as much as they tried to ignore it, they just didn't sound the same without her. “I wonder what's up with Mio?” Ritsu muttered to herself during the band’s break as she withdrew her phone from her pocket. None of the other girls responded to this, as they were all just as clueless as she was. After finding disappointedly that Mio still hadn't replied to her messages, Ritsu reread their last conversation the day before. “Well, I'm sure she’ll be back for the concert next week, right?” She continued, “I mean, she was perfectly fine yesterday. She can't be that ill.” The other girls nodded in silent agreement. Meanwhile, Mio was laid in a hospital bed. She dreamed, of being in front of all those people in the upcoming gig, singing, playing bass, being a nervous wreck. She was shaking uncontrollably throughout the whole thing. She couldn't get over the sheer mass of people watching her play. It made her so nervous to know everyone was watching her, listening to her. She felt as if she was on the verge of tears. Just at that moment, she woke up. “Just another dream…” she thought to herself as she slowly came to. She shuffled herself slightly in the bed, and as she did, she felt the same feeling as she had felt for the whole of her life. She pulled off her covers to examine the damage to the bed sheets. Today had been one of the worst she had ever had. The wet patch had soaked through the sheets and through her pajamas, and left a considerable stain on the mattress. She had been sent into hospital as soon as she showed signs of daytime wetting too. The doctors had asked her a few questions, and then performed some scans on her before allowing her to sleep for an hour whilst they analysed the data they had collected. However, they didn't expect her to wet the bed in such a short time. The Nurse came in to check up on her, and was taken by surprise at the sight. “My, did you have an accident? I’m so sorry, we didn't realise it was that bad. I'll go get some clean sheets, can you strip the bed whilst I'm gone?” The Nurse asked, as if she was speaking to a child. Mio nodded, before blushing in embarrassment. She wouldn't have cared if it had happened at home, but being in a public hospital made it so much worse. A few moments passed, and eventually the nurse emerged with a sheet of paper, a set of new bedsheets, and a brightly coloured bag. The bag was large and rectangular, and it had a dark blue and white colour scheme. The nurse placed all of these items on the bedside table next to Mio and began to change the sheets on the bed. She paused for a moment, and handed Mio the piece of paper, giving her a few moments to read through it as she finished tidying the bed. Mio gave the paper a confused look as she realised that the notes on the paper were written in the most sophisticated way possible, with such grammatical complexion that the only way to describe it could be “doctor speak”. Mio turned the paper to the Nurse and pointed towards it with her empty hand, whilst pulling a face of confusion. The Nurse finished tidying the bed and turned to face Mio, gently teasing the paper from her hand. “Let me see here…” the Nurse began, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a pair of glasses which she proceeded to don. “Right, so these are the results of the tests”, the nurse pointed to a paragraph on the paper before continuing. “We ran your samples through our machines, and this here...” she circled a phrase with her index finger, “This says urinary incontinence.” Mio took a look for herself where the gestured circle had previously been and found the exact words she had just heard. She was about to open her mouth and ask a question before the Nurse began speaking again. “There isn't much we can do for you, this is all dependent on you. However, it's only a minor case, so you can fully recover. We’re going to give you a list with a routine of exercises to do in order to strengthen your bladder muscles, and it's up to you to do them.” The Nurse reached behind her and grasped the handle of the bag, turning it around to reveal the front side which revealed the branding. “These are Abena M4s. You're going to be wearing these in the meantime while you try to regain control of yourself.” The Nurse placed the bag on the bed, and when she looked back at Mio’s face afterwards found that she was blushing a bright red all over. “Diapers? You're putting me in diapers?!” Mio frantically asked in disbelief. She knew that she would have to get some sort of treatment for her issue but she never expected it to be a babifying treatment like this. She wanted to rebel, to say that she wasn't a baby and that she didn't need diapers, but she thought about it logically and quickly realised that she was in no position to do that after what had just happened, especially seeing that it was during only an hour of being asleep. “Right,” began the Nurse, “we need to get one of these onto you now.” She grabbed the top of the plastic bag from 2 sides and tore the dotted line open. She reached inside and pulled out one of the white rectangular undergarments and began to unfold it in front of Mio, who was watching nervously, trying to envision herself in a few moments after it had been applied. The Nurse placed the diaper on the bed next to Mio and walked over to a cupboard across the room, from which she pulled out various diaper changing items. She took them over to Mio's bed and placed them next to the diaper. She grabbed a changing mat out of the small pile and motioned for Mio to stand up. As she did, the Nurse unfolded the mat and laid it where Mio had just been sitting. “Okay, I know this is gonna sound weird, but I need you to get undressed so I can put the diaper on.” Mio glanced around her nervously in case anyone else could see. Then, she pulled off her skirt and rolled down her knee-high socks. She made a grab for her panties and as the callous tips of her fingers touched the soft, wet fabric, she was reminded of why she was doing this in the first place. At this point, it also became apparent to her that she had been holding back tears this whole time. She closed her eyes and braced herself, sniffling slightly and letting a single tear roll down her cheek gently, before she pulled her panties down to her knees and then carefully stepped out of them, making a conscious effort not to look at them directly. “Very good. Now, could you please lay back onto the mat for me darling?” The Nurse asked gently. She had clearly dealt with people like this many times before because her words were spoken just in the right way as to not upset Mio at all. As the bassist laid back on the changing mat, the Nurse cracked her fingers, preparing for the next step. She reached back for the pile again and grasped a box of wet wipes, which she opened. She removed the first wipe and pressed it gently into Mio’s upper leg, just mere inches away from her privates. The Nurse watched carefully to see how Mio reacted, and was pleasantly relieved to see that Mio did not change her expression as this happened. After being ensured that she had the all-clear, the nurse slowly and carefully wiped around Mio’s front, ensuring to avoid her privates. The Nurse gently tapped the back of Mio’s legs and motioned her to lift them up, which she did, and the Nurse continued by wiping her bottom. Several wet wipes later, the Nurse was satisfied with her cleaning job, and reached over for the last item in the pile, which was a bottle of talcum powder. She twisted the cap open and cupped her hand over it whilst flipping it over, checking to make sure it was open. When she had opened it, she sprinkled a slight amount onto the palm of her left hand and began to rub her hand around Mio’s privates, leaving a white trail of fine powder as it was spread gently across the bassist’s soft skin. After only a moment, she released her hand and reached for the diaper. Prior to this point, Mio had already been embarrassed enough, but it had suddenly dawned on her for the first time that this was actually happening. Her eyes began to water as she admitted defeat and lifted her bottom once again when the Nurse tapped her leg in the same way as she had previously, and slid the Abena under her. She lowered her backside onto the delicate padding of the crinkly white garment and as her skin gently rubbed against its soft interior, her tear ducts gave into the pressure and she began to cry. Whilst Mio continued to weep, the Nurse finished her job by pulling up the front side of the Abena and reached for the tapes at the side, sticking them firmly onto the front side. “There. All done.” The Nurse sighed, wiping the sweat from her brow. “These should last three to four full wets, but judging from your accident you had just now, I would say two to three.” Mio slowly stopped crying and built up enough courage to look down at her diaper. The diaper itself was much thicker than she had originally anticipated and Mio noticed within a matter of seconds that it was quite restricting because of this. The bed below her was indistinguishable through the thick rear padding, and the diaper itself was extremely soft on the interior. She noticed that she still had her legs spread open for the Nurse to be able to fit the garment and began to close them. She almost fully brought them together them before the padding in between her legs completely stopped them from touching. “So,” said the Nurse, handing Mio a newly-printed sheet of A4 paper, “these are your exercises. Now, I understand, both from the scans and your own words, that recently you noticed that your bladder was very weak, but you can still barely control it. What we aim to do is slowly strengthen the muscles so that the urge you get as you suddenly start to pee will slowly become an urge you get before you have an accident.” Mio listened intently, and once handed the sheet began reading through its contents. Once the two had finished their lengthy conversation about changing diapers, how to do the exercises and general chit-chat, the Nurse reclaimed Mio’s clothes from the washing machine and sent her out of the door, hand clasped around the handle of an unmarked white bag containing the diapers. The first thing the newly-diapered Mio noticed as she began to walk away was her inability to walk properly. The large poofy mass in between her legs prevented her from using her legs in her usual way, and resulted in what is most accurately described as “the waddle”. Mio glanced at other sufferers of various illnesses at the hospital as she waddled through the corridors, making sure nobody was picking up the cause of her odd walk. After the first 5 minutes, her waddle became slowly less noticeable as she adapted and learned to walk whilst diapered. Just a few moments later, she arrived at the front door. Pushing the door open, Mio emerged from the hospital, still waddling to some degree, and still carrying the Abenas, carefully secluded in her inconspicuous bag. The wind blew gently through the trees as the girl breathed in her well-missed fresh air. Mio's phone buzzed in her pocket, and the high schooler reached into her coat and removed her phone, reading her newest notification. The wind began to blow harder and Mio, without a free hand, was unable to stop it from blowing the rear end of her skirt up, exposing her padded undergarment underneath. Not 5 metres away from the hospital doors and Mio had already had her new secret publicly announced. To make matters worse, as she panicked and tried to free a hand to lower her skirt, she attempted to replace her phone in her pocket but in doing so dropped it to the floor, attracting more people to stare at her and notice her diaper. She blushed a bright red and walked as fast as she could away from the area, avoiding the eyes of everyone staring at her as she left them in the dust. She could already tell at this point that wearing these was going to prove difficult. To be continued...

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