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  1. I needed another writing project to kickstart my creativity, mix things up a little, and fate delivered me a rather interesting idea that, surprisingly, I didn't really find much of elsewhere. Have some interesting ideas I wanna try out, so hopefully those are entertaining enough to give a read! And since it came up last time I started a new story, no, I'm not stopping work on The Flowering Knights. Quite contrary, I have plans for a sequel or two, coming up (hopefully) soon! Rescheduling should allow me to keep up a fairly consistent rate on both stories going forward, so I'll do my best to keep things rocking and rolling. For this bizarre idea, well...it may have a bit less on the diaper content than what I usually write here at first (with plenty to follow!), but I promise I'm going somewhere with it and it'll pay off after some setup. As always, thank you for taking the time to read, and please enjoy! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER 1 - The Crab and Its Mother The show always started with the same announcement, but it never failed put a genuine smile on the face of everyone present in anticipation of what would be a highlight of their year. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls: Fazbear Entertainment would like you put your hands together for the one - the ONLY - Freddy Fazbear!” Like clockwork, the elevator would then reach the top of the stage, revealing the towering four animatronics that – somewhat literally – leapt into song. It was an immediate, certified bop that had the crowd cheering, men and women, boys and girls alike enamored with this robotic rockband. Everyone knew who they were and almost everyone had heard them perform at least once before, but it never made any difference: they were a timeless classic, and you couldn’t help but love them every time. “They were a bit clunkier back in our day, huh?” Dylan playfully nudged his girlfriend in the arm, and she brushed him off with a distracted laugh, almost spilling her drink in the process. Sarah was ditzy like that, but it was part of her appeal. He couldn’t help but laugh in return, enjoying the show and her reactions to it. Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex: there wasn’t anywhere else in the world that brought so many different people together. There were kids, teens, adults from their twenties all the way to grandparents, and they’d all come here tonight to see the iconic animatronics perform. Even in the time Dylan had been alive they had progressed so far: when he was a kid, they were basically just a recording and speaker inside a moveable, mechanical skeleton, with a plastic shell to look like an animal around it. Basic stuff, and when you were a dumb kid it didn’t matter. But now? These things were AI, actual learning machines that could interact with people all throughout the Pizzaplex. Heck, they’d even learned – actually learned – how to play in a rockband! And it wasn’t just some poor recording, either: as he watched Chica shred on her guitar in a way he’d never heard before for this song, a deafening roar came up from the people listening. He smiled and gave a short round of applause, impressed. Sarah shook her head and kept clapping. “Oh my God! I didn’t even know she could do that! That’s sooooo cool!” “Yeah, that’s the power of technology I guess,” Dylan scooched his seat a bit closer and put his arm around Sarah. “Once I finish my degree maybe I’ll program the next Glamrocks!” They shared a silly laugh. Dylan wasn’t going into programming, or even IT, for a career, but it was such an upbeat show that it was difficult to keep from simply being happy about, well, everything! Even having a horde of children milling about with their stupid observations, pointing and ear-grating noises couldn’t ruin the moment. Dylan sighed in contentment: tonight was going perfectly so far, and if it continued as he expected then he’d have one of the best nights of his life. An all-expenses paid trip to the Pizzaplex with his girlfriend, his little brother, all the passes they’d need for some based photos with the animatronics, maybe a corner to sneak away to and get lost for some funsies times before heading out for the night? Literally a dream come true. Granted, it required sticking with a batch of lame schoolkids for part of the day, plus the other random goofy boomerfolk that had gotten roped up into this media tour or whatever, and their crazed grandchildren, but Dylan could get through all that if it meant he and Sarah could have a good night. And potentially a better night, if he played his cards right. The thought made him grin to himself, enough so Sarah had to ask him what he was thinking about. He played it off cool, said something unimportant and went back to focusing. Chicks got crazy when they didn’t get a straight answer, and she’d probably get the message. Set her up so you two can knock it down tonight, he thought to himself. A few seconds later he stole a glance at her, and judging by the look on her distracted face she was probably connecting the dots, in a good way. Smooth moves, Dylan. Smooth moves. It was natural – they were in their twenties, they’d been dating for a few months and they were very much in love. Sure, she had her problems, but Dylan wasn’t perfect either, and he knew it. Was barely on his mind in the moment. The song ended with raucous applause, and the animatronics took up a group bow. Freddy Fazbear waved and held up the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Thank you so much for coming out tonight!” More cheering, to the point it was starting to get annoying to Dylan. Come on, just get on with the show already… “We’re really glad you could make it, and hope you’re having as much fun as we are. If you have any requests, you can upload them with the FazApp on your smart phones, and a lucky winner might just get their pick, played live!” At this, several people started pulling out their phones excitedly. Suddenly a man in the crowd, looking straight out of a few decades back, shouted up at the stage. “Got any David Bowie in those bear arms?” As a few of the adults snickered at this, Freddy looked over at the crocodile in the back. Monty, was his name? Dylan couldn’t remember, never really paid much attention to that one. The suave animatronic tipped his star-shaped sunglasses and nodded a few times. Freddy made what sounded like a mechanical chuckle. “I think we just might.” Within a few seconds the animatronics were jamming out again to a song Dylan had never heard before. He scowled – it wasn’t that the music was bad, and neither was the performance. If anything, he was impressed at the fact that the animatronics could not only take live requests, but could do so without the FazApp. That meant there wasn’t a staff team intervening or programming or remixing anything, and the band really was just doing it as they went. Maybe they had access to music files or something, or they’d been practicing it. Maybe it was a plant! Like that stuff they do in magic shows where they have someone in the audience that’s actually in on the whole thing, a performer’s trick. In the end it was still plain impressive, and when they were done with it he offered them a round of applause with everyone else. Freddy and the gang were really something, and they were making this the best date ever. The thing that grated on Dylan was some old fart trying to have his fifteen seconds of fame and then acting like he was enjoying the show when the animatronics stole the limelight again. He had half a mind to call the 1980s-looking middle-aged prick out for his goofy boomer wisecracks in the middle of the show, but decided against it. Sarah didn’t like it when he got like that with losers, no matter how annoying they were, and an argument with her was the last thing he needed tonight, especially in front of so many people. For hours Freddy and friends played, jamming away with practiced songs and taking a few requests as they went: some were originals from Fazbear Entertainment, others classics from various musical ages. They never took any of Dylan’s suggestions, something irritating but not really the end of the world. It was still a great show, one for the ages. Then there was the usual bustle of people trying to get some pictures and autographs with the animatronics, something people were shuffled away from, mainly due to their lack of passes. The massive showroom slowly emptied out as people went their separate ways, and the band bid their fans a good night with some snazzy waves or metal hand gestures before taking the elevator down the way they’d come. Dylan waved them off, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he’d be saying hello again. Unlike a bunch of the doofy folk present, he had all the slips he’d need to have a few selfies and a handshake with the famous robot rockband. “I guess we should go pick up the gremlins first, huh?” Dylan turned to Sarah. She scowled and soft-punched him in the arm, to which he stifled a yelp. “I told you not to call my sister a gremlin! And he’s your little brother, don’t be such an ass about it.” He rolled his eyes. They’d been over this before, he didn’t really mean it. He liked Matt, they had a good relationship and he was a good kid. Sarah’s little sister wasn’t so bad, either, if a little too headstrong for her own good at times. Still, they were kids, and constantly needing attention and getting in the way of him and Sarah: having a date night was nearly impossible with those two in the equation. Thankfully, there was a way to fix that. Both of them were friends with Ava, and Ava’s big brother was a nice guy. A couple tables over, Rick was babysitting the gremlin trio with the patience of someone that didn’t have any self-respect. Dylan didn’t hide his opinion of Rick, but Sarah was a girl and didn’t want to upset anyone, so he played nice and always said ‘thank you’ when Rick offered to make room for the two of them. As he and Sarah approached Matt came skipping up. “Did you see that?!” Matt was full of energy, practically bouncing out of his shoes, no doubt the effects of too much Fizzy Faz. “Sure did, bud.” Dylan ruffled his brother’s hair, smiling. “What was your favorite part?” Matt made an effort to explain it, but most of it was just sugar-infused rambling. A few chuckles later, Dylan simply offered, “Yeah, me too. Betcha can’t wait to get a pic, huh?” “Yup yup!” Yeah, he was hooked. That was good, the Pizzaplex wasn’t exactly a cheap place to visit all the time, so having it really count meant Dylan wouldn’t be getting roped into funding a trip here on his own anytime soon. Hopefully. The group exchanged some smalltalk, mainly keeping the kids focused and excited. Sarah did her usual fussing, asking everyone if they needed to go pee because once they started the backstage tour it’d be hard to find a bathroom, on and on. Matt made the embarrassing mistake of asking why, at which point Rick had to remind him that animatronics didn’t need bathrooms. A few minutes later, one of those rolling staffbots came up to them. “Hi. Backstage group tour starts in five minutes. Please come to the stage and have your backstage passes ready for verification.” Again, Sarah was the one leading the charge on making sure everyone had their little passes pocketed and on-hand, threatening that losing one might mean sitting out the tour. Once satisfied everyone was safe, she led the children towards the stage, by hand for the girls as Matt skipped not-too-far ahead. Rick stifled a laugh of satisfied amusement. “I’ve got to say, coming here was a good call. I don’t think they’ve had this much fun since that trip to the movies.” Dylan stifled a laugh of his own, this one rude. “What, the one with the scary movie where Ava peed her pants?” “No. The cartoon.” If Rick was irritated he was doing a good job of hiding it. The two didn’t say anything else until they got to the stage. Dylan spotted that 80s guy from earlier walking away with what was probably his wife. Something was said about the Daycare, and that reminded Dylan that there were a bunch of schoolkids on tour here, too. Most of them weren’t allowed to see the show, and got stuck in the Daycare for the time being. Supposedly, there were concerns from some parents that the animatronics would be traumatizing or give their kids nightmares, and so the compromise was reached by the school shortly before the trip was approved. But there were still a few young teens that were present, guided by Mr. Johnson himself. Dylan hadn’t liked Mr. Johnson much back in the day, and the man still seemed like that type of done-with-this-shit teacher he had been for years. Oh well, wasn’t Dylan’s problem anymore. Once the group of them were assembled the staffbot did what looked like a headcount. “Backstage tour will begin momentarily. Please ask any questions you may have.” Sarah raised her hand. “I thought we were going backstage?” She pointed to a nearby door labeled backstage: staff only. “Is the tour updated?” The staffbot looked like it almost lost balance at this question, something that immediately embarrassed Dylan. Really, Sarah? In front of all these strangers? “Backstage tour proceeding as programmed,” the staffbot answered. “Please ask any questions you may have.” Sarah shrugged this off, and Dylan made an effort to not facepalm. Obviously the bots knew what they were doing. Besides, it wasn’t like Fazbear Entertainment would let them just wander around the Pizzaplex unsupervised, getting lost in its backrooms like some stupid creepypasta. A couple of the other people had some equally silly questions, including some girl that looked like she was addicted to social media and her phone. To Dylan’s surprise, the staffbot didn’t ask her to put it away. He could have sworn he remembered the staffbots being fussy about people taking pictures, something about how the flash could mess with the animatronics’ eyes, or some other weird tech reason. Maybe that was changed along with whatever tours used to be like. Regardless, it meant they’d get some neat opportunities for selfies. A single post with a Fazbear-shaped button was the only control shown on the elevator, and the staffbot pushed it with a simple motion. A safety fence encircled the elevator as it immediately began to descend at a reasonably slow pace. Glittering lights shown all around them, and as Dylan looked up he realized that it was a humongous holographic display of the rockband! There they all were, towering above the people that idolized them: Freddy Fazbear, the face of the franchise and the singer everyone adored. Chica, jamming away on her holographic guitar. Roxanne, playing her weird keyboard/guitar hybrid thingy. Monty or whatever his name was, on his guitar. It was a really cool show, and Dylan was almost sad he was viewing it from right underneath, instead of where he could see them front and center. Until his eyes drifted between Chica’s legs and got a solid view of her robot ass. For some reason he couldn’t describe his eyes immediately fixated, some instinct kicking in. He had to force his eyes away by turning his head back, hoping to look up at the ceiling so far above, instead getting a look at Roxy’s ass. From there it was just a back and forth between the two, increasingly special thoughts filling his head as they went before they gently reached the bottom of the elevator ride, and the safety gate retracted. “This way,” the staffbot gently motored forward with a whirr sound. Dylan began to realize how different things looked down here: they’d just come from a large plaza with full colors, immaculate cleaning, bright lights, flashy music and pictures everywhere. Down here it was drab concrete and red lights, like they’d just gone into a nuclear silo or something. Chills ran up his spine for a moment, and he wasn’t certain if it was the mood and eerie, hollow sounds around his ears or Sarah deathgripping his hand and pulling close. She was practically jumping into his arms like a cartoon character, and his hand began to lose circulation, but Dylan didn’t dare stop. This was a dream come true! What guy didn’t want to put up a brave front for his girl? Proud, he continued forward after the staffbot along with the others. A weird feeling seemed to settle amidst everyone, cautious glances around as people seemed disoriented and confused at the sudden shift in mood. It was like they had left heaven and gone straight to hell. Or something. There was a crudely placed ramp leading directly to a garage door, with a sign next to it that said B2. The staffbot gently went into it. “We are now underneath the Pizzaplex. Please do not stray: guests are not allowed down here, and we do not wish to lose sight of you for legal reasons.” The following hallway was at least somewhat decent, with a laminated wood floor and simple brick walls. Kind of like a school, or something. It led straight ahead to another garage door-looking thing, and also broke to the right. When the staffbot hit the intersection it stopped, as if unsure of where to go. It took a minute for it to start moving forward again, bumping into the door a few seconds later. “This is Parts and Services,” it replied, its voice going a bit goofy. “Freddy and tHe GaNg can come here directly for some fit and polish after a hard day of performing. Due to a hazardous work ENViRONment, we will not be vIsiting without the neceSSary perSONal protective eQUIPment, or PPE, mandated undeR federal law 49 Forty-Nine CFR One-Seven-Two point Seven-Zero-Four.” “That’s a weird fact for the tour,” Dylan grumbled. He felt Sarah’s hand somehow tighten around his own. “Dylan, I’m getting scared.” He tried to pat her reassuringly. “It’s all good, babe. I’m here, we’ll be okay.” She seemed to lighten up a bit, and his hand thanked him for a small amount of bloodflow back. The staffbot turned around, going back the way it had come. When it reached the intersection it turned left and halted again. “This path leads to-” it stopped midsentence, making some computerized garble sounds before nearly falling backwards, then accelerating like a bullet and smashing face-first into the wall with a comedic bronk sound, flopping backwards and making a sound like powering down. Smoke emanated from its body and the smell of burning electronics filled the air. Several screams echoed throughout the enclosed space, and a few surprised cries came through as well. It took more than a few seconds to get everyone to calm down and stop freaking out. That one girl from earlier took a short video with her smartphone, and after a few seconds made a confused face. “That’s weird. I don’t have any service down here.” Concerningly, it seemed like a trend: no one had any signal in their current location. When one of the teens tried to head up to the Parts and Services doorway they were likewise unable to proceed. Some pounding did no good, and Mr. Johnson tried knocking on the door that returned to the elevator. No dice – they were stuck down here. “Okay,” Rick pointed down the hallway they hadn’t tried yet. “Only one way left to go.” “No way!” Ava grabbed his leg fearfully. “It’s dark and scary.” The man gave her a headpat and pulled out his smartphone. Dylan shook his head, “Dude, there’s no signal down here.” A light emanated from the smartphone, and Rick passed it to Ava, who practically snatched it from his hands. “Diodes don’t lose reception.” Reluctant to admit their moment of forgetfulness, soon everyone had assembled an array of flashlights. It wasn’t long before they were back in a concrete room of sorts, blocky pillars and barely any lighting present. This must have been the foundation of the building, eerie and with weird shadows at every corner. What lights there were were either red and barely helpful, or flickering and barely better than that. A small, electric cart was jammed in the corner without its key, and so the group proceeded slowly and carefully, huddled together for safety. A marking on the wall read B2-MAIN-COR-N2. “Dylan, Sarah, write that down,” Rick pointed it out. “Let’s keep track of where we go, in case we get lost.” “Are we lost?” Matt whispered worryingly up to Dylan. Dylan shook his head. “Nah, lil’ man: just strayin’ from the beaten path! It’s an adventure of a lifetime, right Sarah?” He turned to Sarah, who didn’t look the least bit convinced, but she forced an agreement for the sake of the kids present. They rapidly lost track of time, scouring around for a way out and checking for signal as they went. Everyone collectively spaced out more and more as they did, checking things over more and more carefully, like some secret passage would reveal itself. Rick seemed convinced there was more value in following the corridor, but was easily outvoted on blazing a trail through and potentially getting themselves lost further and further into the maze. Surely they were just as likely to have someone come check on them after they disappeared, and after the staffbot lost contact and powered down, right? “Hey, Sarah,” Dylan asked. She made a hmm? sound as he nudged her. “I’ve been thinkin’, since we’ve got the place to ourselves while we wait for a rescue, how about we-” There was a brief scream from nearby, causing him to immediately jump upright and spin around, heart pounding. In the confined space, finding the location was hard, but he recognized it as Matt’s and immediately took off after it. Rounding one corner rewarded him with the sight of his little brother, sitting down and backing away cautiously from a vent on the wall. The boy pointed and stammered, “D-did you see that? It’s in the vent! It’s there!” “What is? What was it?” Dylan asked. He sighed, trying not to freak out himself in front of Sarah. Whatever it had been must have scared the daylights out of Matt, as a noticeable wet patch was etched into his cargo shorts. “A little music man thingy! Like the DJ! He’s-” Matt started to hiccup, trying hard not to cry. “-missing teeth, and he had these-” “Oh, sweetie,” Sarah knelt down and hugged him, letting the kid bawl his eyes out into her bosom. “It’s okay, we’re here now.” She rocked him back and forth a bit as Dylan sighed again. “I know it’s scary for ya down here, but try and stay brave for me, okay?” he asked. Matt didn’t respond, so Dylan tried again. “Okay, look, no more splitting up. You’re sticking with me or Sarah, okay?” A muffled OHGKAIYE sound was all the confirmation he needed. After at least an hour and a half it was starting to look hopeless. Groups kept cycling back and forth between the locked doors they’d come from to the locked doors at the end of the concrete hallways, seemingly unable to get anywhere. No amount of pounding or pleading at the doors, no amount of trying to send text messages or phonecalls or even shouting for help seemed to do the trick. For all intents and purposes, they were stuck here. “What’s this lead to?” Rick asked someone in the distance. Mr. Johnson’s voice could be heard answering him, B2-ATR-COR-E. Rick made a thinking sound. “It’s gotta lead to the atrium, where we came from. Maybe one of those closed attractions on the side, from when we came in?” Dylan and Sarah approached, siblings in close tow. “And how would you remember something like that, huh?” “Just observant,” Rick shrugged. “Not like the other option is viable.” He nodded at the large door across from him, one with some kind of robotic head marking nearby that a group of teens were failing to open. “Gather everyone here and let’s see where it leads.” There was a frustrated sigh from that young woman from earlier, the one with the smartphone obsession. “Like, you know it’s shut tight too, don’t you? Already checked it.” After a few seconds of walking up to it, Rick squatted down and slid his fingers underneath, grunting as he brought it up a few inches. “Someone give me a hand,” he wheezed, and a few of the men moved in to help. Together, they were able to lift it up enough to fit through. The girl shrugged. “I just heard that from some other people, guess they were wrong.” “Not important,” Rick pointed down the short tunnel. It’s a new possibility, let’s see where it leads us.” After taking a brief moment to gather everyone together, the refugees continued on their perilous journey. Sarah sighed. “This is taking forever. I’m just glad we’re finally moving again. Anything that helps me get that song out of my head.” “What, one of the ones the animatronics played?” Rick asked. “Yeah, the one catchy one they did is really hard to not think about, you know?” “Oh, you mean the waltz?” Sarah made a confused sound, so Rick elaborated. “Maybe not a waltz, but it has the same beat to it.” He snapped his fingers, once low, then twice high, repeating over and over again. “It’s a classic pace for a waltz – a type of dance.” “Ohhhh, that’s why it’s so catchy!” Sarah giggled to herself. “Makes sense now.” Dylan was about to say something to cut Rick’s know-it-all explanations down a peg when they stopped suddenly. Mr. Johnson pointed ahead. “There! It’s a door, a normal one!” The door read staff only on it, but no one seemed to care. At this point they were ploughing ahead, desperate to get back above and into the normal Pizzaplex. Dylan was the first one up, storming up the stairs in an irritated mood. Getting trapped down below the first level was bad enough, then Rick was trying to act like some bigshot hero because he knew some stuff and now they were super late and he was missing out on time with Sarah? Yeah, screw that. The sooner he got up and out and things were settling down the sooner they could get back to normal, and he could hopefully salvage his date. There, up the winding staircase was another doorway. Practically ripping it open, he stepped out into the familiar sights and sounds of the atrium not far off, a map-board and some posters for attractions all around the pi- “Hi.” It was a loud and robotic greeting as something jammed right up into his face and knocked him backwards, right on his ass. Pain jolted up his spine as he landed right on a bone, winding him immediately. He felt something warm starting to pool underneath him, barely through the hurt of it all. Was it…blood? Something whizzed forward, shoving a piece of folded paper at his face. “Please take this map. Take a map.” Dylan slowly started to realize he wasn’t being attacked, instead having been sought after by a slightly-too-energetic map bot. A brief look down made him realize that he had not in fact been wounded, and was not bleeding. The sudden pain had just made him lose control and he’d pissed his pants. People came rushing up the stairs, confused and frightened about what had happened. “This stupid fuckin’ bot just attacked me, pushed me over.” Dylan growled, standing up and trying to act like nothing had happened, cheeks burning from embarrassment. He snatched the map angrily from its hands. Thankfully, people seemed too tired to make any fun of point it out or anything else, really. It was getting late, almost midnight by this point. “I think the shortest way out of here is back to the Daycare,” Mr. Johnson announced. “The others should still be around and we can all go our separate ways from there.” Mumbles of discontent were of no use, they all slowly made their way there. It was oddly empty in the Pizzaplex, a distinct lack of people aside from themselves and only the mundane routines of staffbots cleaning the floors and polishing attractions. Dylan was furious! One stupid thing after another, the whole night was basically ruined by this point. He wanted to kick something really hard, let out all the anger brewing inside of him. It wasn’t until Sarah gently held his hand that he had a stroke of relaxation. Maybe…maybe it was gonna be okay. She seemed genuinely concerned for his frame of mind, almost like she was worried he’d been hurt by the mapbot. The stress melted away and by the time they’d walked a room over he was in a much better mood. By the time they hit the daycare area he was startled to see that everyone was still here. The entire school tour, the parents, pretty much everyone that was a part of their little party group. Mrs. White approached in a kerfuffle. “Mr. Johnson! Where on Earth have you been?” He sighed. “Our tour guide had a malfunction, and we were trapped under the Pizzaplex with no signal. We only just now made it out, thanks to these young folk.” At this he indicated Dylan, Sarah and Rick, something that made Dylan beam with pride. He’d had a huge crush on Mrs. White way back in the day, and she still looked pretty great now. Granted, he had no intentions of cheating on Sarah, but it was nice to look good in front of one of your old teachers. “Oh goodness!” she threw her hands up in the air. “That must have been horrible! I’m so glad you’re back now. The Daycare attendant has been loathe to let us go without everyone being accounted for, and we didn’t want to take the bus back without you.” It was nice and all, but Dylan was fine with calling it quits for the night. Everyone else seemed about at their limit of ‘fun’ as well. An automated-sounding voice played over the loudspeakers. "Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex is now closed. Initiating nighttime protocols." “Huh?” Mrs. White was frantic. “But we’re still in here!” In the distance Dylan could hear the Daycare attendant – a peppy jester animatronic named Sun – excitedly talking about staying up all night with the kids, cheering them up from whatever adult nonsense they were all too happy to ignore. Free sleepover with pizza and soft drinks? They were all in, of course. The adults in question, of course, were not so happy. Calls for speaking to management or calling the police came up, and it was starting to look like something of a riot might ensue. Moments before disaster, a calming, automated voice called to them from nearby. “Everyone, please! I beg of you to relax for a moment.” It was Freddy Fazbear himself, accompanied by his three bandmates! A wave of elation rushed through the people present. It wasn’t enough to stop the discontent, but it was at least something. “I…” Freddy started, scratching the back of his head. “Was unaware there were still guests in the Pizzaplex. What are you all doing here?” The teachers briefly explained their predicament. The animatronic bear looked thoughtful. “I see.” There was a long pause, uncomfortably long. “I am truly sorry. However…the Pizzaplex is under security lockdown for the night, and all of our staff have gone home for the night. You will not be able to leave until the lockdown ends.” “And how long will that be?” Mrs. White was doing her best not to blow a gasket. Freddy hesitated again. He sounded truly apologetic, actually contrite about the situation. “Normally, the doors would open at 6AM. Unfortunately, there is a special concert booked, and maintenance was intended to go throughout the week. We will not be open again until Saturday morning.” “What?!” He held up his hands. “Please, do not be alarmed! Our staffbots are still active and will do everything to make your stay as comfortable as possible, and Fazbear Entertainment will surely cover all the costs to make up for this unfortunate situation!” Mr. Johnson didn’t look happy, either. “Can’t we just call someone to unlock the doors?” Freddy blinked. “I have tried to contact the main office, but there is a connection error. I cannot get a hold of anyone.” A girl mentioned something nearby. “I tried calling outside the Pizzaplex, but it went right to voicemail and hung up on me. Oh, I’m Kayla, by the way.” Freddy looked back at the other animatronics. They looked blank, as if dreading something. Dylan wasn’t certain of what it was until Freddy looked back at them. “There may be a service issue present. If we cannot fix it, then you will be stuck here until the doors open again. I…” a sudden resolve went through the animatronic and he stood up straighter, closing his fists. “We will give you a vacation here until then, to make up for it. For all of you.” Mr. Johnson didn’t buy into it. “How? We’ll need food and a place to sleep and laundry and-” “Do not worry,” a sultry, electronic female voice cooed. It was Chica. “This location has stockpiled enough to keep you all safe and happy for a few days! Our friendly security staff can help- with any laundry, provisions or setup you need to have a Fazerrific stay here.” The teachers exchanged glances. “…I don’t think everyone is going to be happy about this-” “Please,” Freddy held up his hands. “We will do everything we can for you to keep you all safe.” Discontent was still there. Honestly, Dylan wasn’t even sure how much he had misheard, having kind of spaced out through a lot of it. It was foggy, and he wasn’t really certain of the details beyond the general gist of things. “Big brother?” Matt asked. “What did they mean?” Dylan looked down, then to Sarah, then back down at Matt. “Well…it means we’re going to have a bit of an unexpected vacation on our hands!” The boy frowned. “We are!” “Of course we are. We’re gonna spend five night’s at Freddy’s.”
  2. Does anyone else love the feel of putting on a diaper when you have just shaved your nether regions or is it just me? I find just the feel of the soft padding against my freshly shaved pussy to be an amazing sensation. It makes me want to pee and orgasm even more.
  3. BooPoo

    Padded Chad

    From the album: BooigiPoo's ABDL artwork

    We all know that Rabbid Mario is the gigachad of rabbids, so why not draw the big strong man in a soft little pamper!
  4. From the album: Ashi and Zest Omorashi Art

    Commission I got from BunnyKisses c:
  5. I am looking for people to do diaper art of these two cartoon boys here. The one in blue is named Shpendrel and the one in green is Blochastic. Both wetting and messing are fine with me, extra points if dialogue is added!
  6. Staying in a diaper as long as possible I’ve been having a lot of fun with ‘mega diapers’ – that is, wearing huge amounts of padding for protracted periods of time. Normally, I’m more into pull-ups and Goodnites – in other words, ‘big girl’ protection, and only occasionally wear tabbed diapers. My age play mindset is more oriented around being young, but not too young. However, every so often I will delve into tabbed diapers and they tend to make me feel very little. There’s something about the extra padding, how it impacts your movement, and the complete inability to remove them (and be able to refasten them) that gets me into this much younger head space. When I wear these, I love the complex feeling of vulnerability and security – you can’t close your legs completely so you are vulnerable (and un-lady-like, again playing into the younger mindset), but also protected with extra thick padding. There’s a bunch of other stuff going on, including the crinkles (which little babies might enjoy, but would make a bigger girl blush), the impact the diaper has on your silhouette, and even the pictures on the protection. Enough for several psychology papers, at the very least. Anyhow, one of the products of COVID19, is that I’m working from home, I’m sure this is the experience of many people. And this situation is a drag, but also presents kinky fun opportunities I haven’t had since grad school. For any of you following my posts, I’ve been enjoying padding myself up, and working at my desk in diapers that can old three or more wettings. And the other day was just such a day. Here’s what I did. I started in the evening before bed, I wanted to wear a diaper to bed and to snuggle up with my hubby on the couch while we watched TV before bed, and things kinda got out of hand… I was down to my last Rearz Lil’Monsters diaper. I guess I have been rocking the thick diapers more often these days. As it was my last one and I am not planning on ordering more diapers until my stash is absolutely depleted (to keep the pressure off my diaper supplier for people who have a real need), I wanted to make this an extra super special adventure. I had to be thick; it had to be long… wait… that’s starting to sound like I’m describing something else. Let’s try that again. For this kinky adventure, I assembled an arsenal of padding. The outside layer would be a Rearz Lil’Monsters diaper, with gathers carefully lifted. Next, I laid a pad, an enormous stand alone pads – Prevail Overnight Incontinence Pads to be precise. I had to look through my past diaper orders to figure out which pads these were as the pack is long gone and I’ve had them for a while. Their longevity in my diaper collection is on account of the fact that they suck. They had mediocre gathers, and are very absorbent (they can take two full Rachel bladders), but they are way too bulky for a pad. I don’t actually have panties that they will fit in, and sticking them into panties with the tiny amount of sticky stuff is ridiculous. They end up being like a huge full-sized diaper-sized pad, swimming in a tiny pair of panties which they end up stretching out. I have no idea who would wear these at night either, as because they are impossible to fit snuggly with normal underwear, they don’t fit against the body, and the mediocre gathers don’t work. I think I’ve used like 4 of these, and only out of desperation. Anyhow, I cut slits in the bottom of the giant purple (they are purple by the way) pad, and placed it as my next layer. On top of this, I layered a Goodnites Trufit pad, which make excellent stuffers. I then liberally applied rash cream to my diaper area, as I was intending on spending a long time in this diaper. As an aside, my diaper area covered entirely in rash cream is super fun to look at. The white goop makes my skin look white, which really accentuates the delicate curves of my slit. I appreciated my white mons and girl parts for a little while, and then lay down on the floor to fasten up my diaper. This took a little more effort than usual, given the added bulk of the two pads. I taped it up, and then tried to stand. I managed to stand but I found that, as with previous ‘mega-diapers,’ this one constricted normal movement. Now when I wear a Rearz with a Goodnite soaker pad, it makes me waddle a little. This one was different. My legs were forcibly held apart, as though I were wearing a spreader, and I could not walk at all. Instead, I had to wiggle back and forth. I immediately went from feeling naughty and sexy inspecting my blanched girl bits, to feeling little. I wiggled into the bedroom and found a cozy onesie. Pulled it on over the huge bulging diaper, and made my way into the living room at a considerably slower speed than normal. On the way, I stopped in the kitchen and used packing tape to doubly secure the diaper. It was already sagging under the added weight and bulk of the pads. I was now fully encased in the diaper. There was no escaping without scissors. It was 10:30 pm (this is important later…for those who are interested in these kinds of thing) I made my way into the living room, after putting my onesie back on, and snuggled up onto the couch where my hubby was waiting. He knew I was wearing a diaper. He knew I was wearing a diaper when I crinkle-waddled my way into the living room, and he knew he was in for a snuggly little Rachel. We watched a little TV, all the while I was forced to keep my legs immodestly apart to remain at least somewhat comfortable. It was impossible to close them. After a while, we called it an evening. I blushed hard when I stood up, as my thick diaper seemed even more obvious now, after cuddling on the couch for a good hour, I’m not sure why, possibly because my hubby followed me into the bathroom to brush our teeth, and so he could clearly see my massively diapered bottom wiggling in front of him. Teeth brushed and other evening things done, we headed to bed. I should add that I was a very good girl and my diaper was dry. I did, however, neglect my night time pee, which I (almost) always do out of long force of habit. I awkwardly got into bed and immediately realized that I had a problem. My legs would not close. When I tried, the closest I could get my knees together was more than a foot! This was a problem as I typically sleep on my side, as one spoon or the other, but this would be supremely uncomfortable. To solve this problem, I got up, and found a large pillow to placed between my legs. As my diaper was crinkling a ton and this tends to bother my hubby, I borrowed a pair of his boxers to wear as a diaper cover. Laying there with a pillow between my legs made me feel like I was a teenage again, rubbing myself off in a diaper against a pillow, but given the thickness of my diaper, there was no way I could feel anything through the padding. I snuggled in against my tolerant husband (as the little spoon) and eventually got to sleep. ------ I half-woke up a couple of times in the night when my legs felt uncomfortable, and I needed to shift them. I ended up mostly sleeping on my back, which is not common for me, but it was the most practical position given how much I was swaddled up. When I woke up the next morning, I was bursting to pee. It was 7:30 am and my bladder was throbbing. I was actually quite impressed with her. In most circumstances she would have given up and caused me to wet the bed in the night. As it was, she woke me up a little earlier than normal and screamed at me to empty her NOW. I was groggy, and it took me a few moments to remember where I was and that I was engulfed in an enormous diaper. I was lying on my back, and the urgency from my bladder was painful. Getting up and removing my massive diaper was not an option (or one I would consider), and so, still on my back, I relaxed (it did not take much), and released a night’s worth of pee with an aggressive hiss into my diaper. Wetting yourself on your back is delicious. I love how the hot warmth of the pee runs down your labia, suffusing it with warm wetness, and tickles your back passage. The sensual wetness was somehow accentuated by the thick diaper, which pressed my labia tightly closed, resulting in an exquisite wet feeling all over them. Delicious. I revelled in the feeling, and then rolled over to snooze for a little while longer, once again the pillow was between my knees and I awkwardly adjusted myself into a little spoon position. It had been an absolutely full bladder, and I had peed for at least a full 45 seconds. I was awoken by my hubby getting up, and after another few minutes of starfishing on the bed, my legs splayed out by the thick padding, I fumbled my way off the bed and went about my morning routine. As I was planning on spending as long as possible in the diaper, I did not, unlike other mega-diaper experiences, stock up on tea. Instead, I had a single mug of black tea with cream with my morning bagel, and then fixed up my top half to be ready for a day at work. I wore a random tan bra, work appropriate blouse (conference/video calls were in the cards today), and did up my hair and makeup. I was still wearing my hubby’s boxers over top of my diaper, and left these on. I pulled an old pair of sweat pants over top of these, and some comfortable socks. I also snuck open the waistband of my diaper and spritzed in some more baby powder to help keep me dry throughout the day. As getting up from my desk was going to be awkward, I fixed another small pot of tea (one that holds at most three mugs), and put down a small disposable chair pad, in case I leaked. My plan was to not get up to change until I leaked. This equipped, I settled in at my desk in my mildly wet diaper. It was 9 am. The morning was a typical morning for me – calling volunteers, answering emails. After about 45 minutes, my bladder had become noticeably full from my morning tea and without much thought I released this into by diaper. Over the next three hours, I went about my normal work routine, and finished two mugs of tea. My bladder was filling up about every 45 minutes, and when it became noticeably full I would pee (so maybe a 4 on the desperation scale, or for laypeople, the feeling of having pee in your bladder but with no urgency or need to void). It got to the point where I hardly noticed. At noon I took a short 30 minute break to fix my hubby and I salad wraps. Waddling into the kitchen was fun, as I could feel my considerably expanded bottom swelling and wiggling as I moved about the kitchen. I should also add that I did check for leaks and there were none. The impromptu boxer shorts diaper cover was still dry, as was the pad I had put down. I peed once, about half a bladder’s worth, while making lunch. I also grabbed a big glass of ice tea. At some point towards the end of lunch, I felt my bladder release again, almost unbidden. Sitting down at my desk after being up and wetting was fun. I got to appreciate the squelching sensation of sitting on several layers of gooey wet diaper floof. The only problem with having got up was that gravity had helped distribute more pee toward my bum, which made it feel like I was sitting on a sort of wet, squishy, burrito. I ate at my desk and chatted with a friend on social media. Now, you might be wondering, if Rachel had been in this diaper since 10:30 pm the day before, so a total of over 14 hours, what about #2. Well, it was about this time after lunch, that I was having similar thoughts, or should I say sensations. My tummy gurgled and let me know that it wanted to contribute to the diaper as well. It was nothing urgent, but it was certainly going to be an issue going forward. I clenched and carried on, trying to ignore this upcoming threat. I finished my ice tea and made another pot of tea. At this point, I was drinking a mug of tea maybe every hour, and peeing my diaper in moderate amounts every 30 minutes or so. I lost track of exactly how many beverages I had drunk and likewise how many times I peed, as my bladder was almost emptying itself after it reached a certain point. I would sometimes only be half aware of relaxing it to pee while working, only to be reminded when the warm wetness suffused my nether lips. It was now about 3 pm, and I wrapped up all my calls for the day and was slogging away at emails. I had effectively ignored my bowels, and the need to go that had popped up after lunch had abated. It’s interesting how the bowels will do this, but not your bladder. I think another contributing factor might have been the added pressure against my anus. The Goodnite Trufit pad had swollen considerably at this point, and was not quite pressing between both cheeks, but the kind of little mound it was making down the back of the diaper was putting increased pressure on my bum, pressure what would have made pooping a challenge. I was loath to have a #2 ‘accident’ in the diaper as I was sharing the apartment with my hubby. Now I’m not really into poop stuff, but occasionally I have experimented with pooping, enemas, castor oil, and that sort of thing. When I have experimented with these kinds of things, it’s typically been when I’m on my own, and I have plenty of time for clean up. It’s the clean up and smell that turns me off #2 stuff, while the feeling of loss of control resulting from an enema or the added feelings of humiliation associated with a #2 accident that give it appeal. Anyhow, this passed through my mind as I continued to work. My diaper at this point was VERY full. It had not yet leaked into the pad I was sitting on, which was a bit of a surprise. However, it was starting to get uncomfortable, specifically on my bum. The muscles of my bum were sore where the added pressure from the thick, swollen pads, was pressing. I think, a better analogy would be like a bicycle seat. Sitting on the two wet pads and diaper was like sitting on a bicycle seat for a little too long. I worked through this discomfort, but also notice my shoulders and back were getting a little sore. The kind of soreness my friends who have very large breasts complain of. I think that I was hunching over my computer more than normal, and the reason was that the thick diaper was raising my higher than I would normally have been, which is absolutely wild. I tried adjusting my chair, but it didn’t work, so I just tried to improve my posture, and carried on. At 4 pm, I noticed a new issue. The pads inside the diaper were so swollen, and the packing tape was doing such an excellent job holding the sodden bulky diaper to my frame, that the outer leg holes of the diaper were starting to dig into my legs. So there was tight discomfort sort of on the lower outside of the leg holes of the diaper. Loosening it was not an option, as fiddling with the tape would utterly destroy the diaper. I tried to work through the discomfort, but after a little while, I decided to get up and waddle into the bathroom to get some more baby powder, as trying to re-adjust the diaper had revealed just how sweaty my skin was underneath it. When I ‘walked’ it was like I was a cowboy on a horse, my legs were so far apart. I grabbed the baby powder bottle and applied it liberally. I don’t know if it’s the kind of baby powder I use, but applying to a wet diaper area causes a strange reaction where it heats up! So now I had a very warm pussy, as I cowboy walked back to my desk. When I sat down, I gave up all semblance of sitting like a lady. My legs were now spread wide, like I was straddling my office chair. I felt like I was sitting with some serious ‘big dick’ energy! Walking around seemed to have shifted the diaper so the leg hole was less uncomfortable, and I went about working. After another 30 minutes, my butt cheeks were almost numb, and my legs sore from holding them open for so long. I checked and there were still no leaks, which was very impressive. I was worried that the thick pads would shift the pee down their sides and direct them away from the absorbent core of the diaper and pads and overwhelm the gathers, but so far everything was holding up well. When I stood up, the outer plastic of the Rearz diaper was taught and felt like it was under considerable pressure. It was taped tightly to my body, so it didn’t flop around when I moved. I took to standing up every 15 minutes to keep my bum from getting too numb. My stomach was a little sore, but the urge to poop was not significant at this point. When 5 pm rolled around, I kept working, as I had a report to finish, and I heard my hubby walking around the flat. The skin of my inner thighs was beginning to feel clammy. While I had liberally applied rash cream to my more intimate parts, I had not done my inner thighs, as these would generally be outside of the diaper. However now, the diaper was so swollen that it was rubbing against my inner thighs, causing some discomfort. I had now been in this one enormous diaper for 18 hours! This was certainly a record for me, though I don’t think I’ve kept records like this before. My bum was definitely feeling numb now. I emptied another half-full bladder into my diaper at about 5:45, and this time it felt a little different. I could feel the pee running through the diaper, over the surface of the inner swollen pads. And I could feel it leak. Not too much, but a distinct change in the feeling on my lower butt cheeks, the classic place for a diaper leak to occur. I continued to work through the leak, but at 6 pm, when I had wrapped up my work and got up and moved into the kitchen to prepare an early dinner, the pad I was sitting on had a smallish wet spot towards the back. When I went back to my computer while the rice cooked, I sat down with a mighty squelch and everything felt wet. When I reached back and slipped my hand down the back of my diaper my skin felt soaked and it felt really slimy – on account of the moisture beads that likely fell out of the purple pad where I had cut slits. I felt like my body was suspended in a little miniature flotation device, and understood why the original all-in-one diapers were called ‘Boaters.’ Check out this link if you are not familiar with ‘Boaters’: https://invention.si.edu/papers-illustrate-woman-inventors-life-and-work Anyhow, the back of the diaper was definitely straining under the pressure and it felt like it was fit to burst! My bowels were strangely quiet all this time, which saved me the trouble of worrying about what to do if I had to poo. I messed about on social media, all the while feeling definitively wet in my diaper area. Now sitting down, I adopted a new position – where I pushed my butt back, like I was sticking it out, and tried to hold my torso straight. This was more comfortable, given the girth of my diaper, but put a strain on the diaper itself. I would occasionally reach around and feel the straining plastic. Sitting in this fashion a short while later, I had the oddest sensation, like something wet and slimy was crawling up my bum, between the cheeks. When I reached back, my fingers came away wet and covered in baby powder. I felt like the diaper had reached critical capacity and was now undergoing a massive failure. I stuck it out while I waited for the rice maker to beep. Despite the fact that the diaper had clearly failed, I still had to pee a little at this point (I had subsequently drunk another mug of tea), and I had a momentary pause before releasing my bladder into the failed diaper, but the habit I’d acquired over the past many hours held and I peed. As I peed, I could feel a line of liquid moving up my bum, and I was suddenly worried that the pee would overflow the back of the diaper and pour down the outside. I quickly stood up mid flow. The bum of the boxer shorts I was wearing was completely soaked. At 6:45 pm, I call it. It was time to change. I was standing in front of my computer (typing this in fact, and yes I realize I’m writing in the past tense…), and could feel a warm wetness on the back of my legs. My bowels felt full, possibly not quite as much as the diaper, but I needed a change. Any further peeing into this diaper would only result in leaks. So, I waddled and wiggled my way into the bathroom to clean up before finishing making dinner. I grabbed the kitchen scale on the way into the bathroom for the final weigh in… My diaper cover, soaked and covered in baby powder. I could not easily remove the diaper. The single wrap of packing tape was doing its job very well, holding the massive sodden bulk to my frame. I found some scissors and used them to carefully slice down the sides of the diaper. After cutting on side, the whole thing shifted down, and I quickly pulled my legs together as close as they would go to hold up. I sliced the other side and held the diaper with my other hand as I finished the cut. I carefully lowered the diaper and pads to the ground and arranged it for a lovely shot. As you can see, the diaper was absolutely soaked, as were both pads. The entire thing was at maximum thickness. You can see how thick it was with the razor added in for scale. Can you imagine this sodden bulk pressed firmly between your legs? I should also add that my diaper area felt very wet and clammy, and there were red marks on my lower waist/upper legs where the tape had held the diaper close to my body. I rubbed them and my skin was sore and damp. I hadn’t thought to powder the outside of my legs. There was a little clump of wet baby powder in the back part of the diaper, which must have been the slimy thing I felt while waddling over to the bathroom. I took a few more shots, this time rolling up the pads to show you just how thick they were, as laying them flat does not do them justice. As you can see, the Goodnites Trufit pad can hold a lot. The purple pad also held a lot. You can see the glistening moisture absorbing crystals, filled with my pee, through one of the incisions I made in the bottom of the purple pad to allow the pee to easily flow out into the diaper. I feel like it’s like a diaper geode! I then rolled up the whole, heavy, mess, and fastened it with some of the loose packing tape. It was difficult to bundle up, given the sheer volume of pee this little absorbent assembly contained. I eventually got it wrapped up and hoisted it onto the kitchen scale. And hoist is the correct word. This baby weighed in at 3.25 KG!!! That’s a huge amount of pee! I still can’t believe that the diaper held so much liquid, and that I wore it for so long. Final stats, because I know you all want to know: Final diaper and pad combined weight: 3.25 Kg. Time diaper was worn: 20 hours 15 minutes! I don’t think I can do another marathon wearing session for a while, mostly because I’ve run out of Rearz diapers and I don’t think that another diaper could possibly serve as an outer shell quite as effectively. Maybe once my Alpaca diapers arrive? Anyhow, after taking my final picture, I hopped into the shower for a much needed shower. I spent a long time cleaning my diaper area, and actually had to pause the shower, as my bowels decided to demand emptying mid-shower and there was no waiting. What’s the longest you’ve worn a single diaper for? Rachel As always, if you like my content, please consider buying a pair of my dirty panties, or get me something off my wishlist: https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
  7. From the album: LazyBlazy

    Well someone’s Pampered up, Ha!, Get it!? ..ehh… Mochi’s the cutest <3! Alternate Version (Here) Support the next Flash, maybe Mochi might be on it ;) --> HERE

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  8. From the album: LazyBlazy

    This is Mochi, upon entering her room a weird tape recorder was playing a hypnotic tune while a pack of diapers randomly sit on top of her drawer. I'm not sure who did this, but I can guarantee it was highly effective! No one knows if the hypnosis will ever wear off, if at all... Mochi new OC created by me, idea commissioned by CoffeeK over at Tumblr

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  9. Possible Trigger warning involving a dog's death Not sure if I should have added said warning, but better safe than sorry. Sad story I came across a tweet from an ABDL profile on twitter. It was a while ago, so I don't think I'll be able to find it. We all know dogs are amazing and all, but sometimes they'll do some pretty icky stuff. In this sad, unfortunate case, a little's dog had found one of her diapers, and ate it/part of it. Not sure of the details, only that later in the day, the dog unfortunately passed away due to complications from ingesting whatever the diaper was made of. Likely the absorption polymer, maybe the internal fabric or plastic. I have a dog and participate in ABDL and would be horrified knowing irresponsibility on my part regarding my kink led to my furry friend's passing. I personally, would never forgive myself. I feel like a lot of people might not anticipate their dog eating a diaper clean or used, but who knows. Dogs do some strange stuff. Just thought I'd mention this in case anyone else has a furry friend roaming their house.
  10. I'll preface this story with a couple things. First off, this story isn't the most exciting and compelling padded story but I will try my hardest to use my (limited) writing skills to make it the best I possibly can. Second, I am writing this story to catalog my padded experiences. I have had a lot of fun padded times throughout the years and want to be able to look back at them. Thus, you all get the enjoyment of reading my stories. Throughout the coming times, I will be sure to write and catalog some previous stories of mine and with a little luck, write some new experiences too. Onto the story! I have been dying for some padded time here recently but because of life, I just haven't gotten that time. However, this past week I had a doctor's appointment scheduled. This appointment is nothing serious at all and more of a consultation but it was a great time for me to be padded. You see, through my own ideas and with the help of @rachelkirwan stories. I have always been super excited/curious about going to a doctor's appointment diapered. No other time has worked out until this appointment. I made the decision about 2 days prior to the appointment to do some type of holding challenge while at the doctor's appointment. However, I was stuck on what to wear. Since middle school, I have always done any holding or desperation time in a pull up. Goodnites to be exact, because those are my favorites! But lately, I have wanted to start holding challenges with a little less protection. I have never had a "real" accident in just regular clothes. It has always been in a pull up and, the thought of having an accident or leak with little to no protection is increasingly more exciting to think of. So I had two choices for the day. Goodnites pull up or boxer/briefs with a small incontinence pad. For 2 days, these options raced through my mind. I love Goodnites and I love wearing and wetting them. And my goal has always been to go to the doctors with a Goodnite on and maybe them even seeing the very top of my waistband. But boxer briefs and a small pad would be much more daring for a holding challenge. I like daring. With Goodnites, you can have an accident and everything look okay to the outside world. But with a pad, everyone will know you didn't make it to the potty in time and peed your pants. Whatever shall I do?!?! Well the day finally came! After so much thought, I came to a conclusion. I would go padded in a pull up. It is what I always wanted to do, which is a plus. The thrill of the nurse or doctor seeing my waistband while examaning me is a BIG plus. And I wanted a good holding challenge and if I fail, I don't want to make a big scene and pee all over my pants. Not a my hometown doctor's office at least. So pull ups it is! My appointment is at 10:45am. I wake up just before 7am. I stay in boxers and athletic pants while I drink my coffee, and breakfast and chill on the couch watching YouTube. At around 8:30, I go get ready for the day. My plan is this....go about my normal routine and bathroom habits until around 9:30 or so. I drink a lot of water throughout my days (I make sure I drink a gallon of water a day, no matter what) so starting my hold at 9:30 will ensure I will be bursting by 10:45 and dying whenever the doctor actually sees me. My goal was just to hold. Nothing more than seeing how long I can do it. I like to go until a start leaking uncontrollably. Well 9:30 comes around and I go to the bathroom one last time. After I finish in the bathroom, I go out on a Goodnite pull up, athletic pants, tee shirt and a hoodie. I fill my water bottle up again, 2nd time today. I spend the next 30 minutes doing chores around the house. Laundry, dishes, etc. 10:10 comes around and I feel no need to pee. This kind of worries me. The whole point is having a holding challenge at the appointment and if i don't even have to go then it is basically a fail. I make the decision that I must drink 2 full water bottles before I leave my house at 10:30. My water bottle is 36oz. The water I filled up at 9:30 is still full so I down that bottle within 5 minutes. Go to the kitchen and fill it back up. 1 more 36oz water bottle to drink in 15 minutes. I continue chores, while downing my water. This bottle is a little bit tougher to drink down. My stomach is getting full. 10:28 rolls around and....I'm done! Finished the bottle. Now because I drink like a fish anyways, I fill up my water bottle again, get my things together, and head out to my appointment. After pushing myself to drink those 2 bottles I leave the house at around a 5/10 on the desperation scale. It's a quick ride to the doctors office and I pull in around 10:37. My desperation in those quick 7 minutes has gone up though. I'm probably a 7/10 and my bladder is filling...quickly. I walk up the stairs to the office and check in. The receptionist grabs all my paperwork, she takes some of the papers for herself and then gives me back 2 pieces of paper and tells me to give them to the nurse when she comes and gets me. After this I go and have a seat in the waiting room as the clock nears 10:45. Desperation has kicked in full gear. No leaks yet but my body is dying to pee. I'm about 9/10 at the time I sit down. Sitting down just makes it worse. I cannot get comfortable. Nothing I do helps ease the pain from my bladder. It doesn't help that there around people sitting on each side of me and I have these 2 pieces of paper that I have to hold on to and make sure I don't wrinkle up. I try everything position I can think of without being noticed or without messing up these dumb papers. Who knew papers could be this annoying right now?!?. Finally I decide I must release some. It just hurts and I haven't even gotten back to the room yet. This will continue to increase so I should just let a little bit go so I can regain some composure. I lean forward and relax........nothing. it won't come out. I sit up straight and push and finally pee starts to dribble from me and dampen my previously dry pull up. It's one of those time where you have to pee so bad and your bladder hurts but it's also a little hard to pee. I pee a steady stream for about 2 seconds and stop. I relax and feel a bit more comfortable....for a second. Then the urge comes right back. I continue sitting, waiting for the nurse. I am there another 3 minutes and decide with the pee I released, and then the sudden urge again; I need to let a little more out. I push for about a second and let more pee wet my pull up. This second pee helps and I am able to relax slightly and regain my composure. At this time, the nurse comes out and calls my name. I jump up and follow her to the patient room. I'm still around 8/10 and it hurts to walk. We walk, and walk, and walk and finally end up at the room. I noticed we went to long way around to the room and I'm a bit spiteful at that, though on the other hand, I kind of enjoyed that torcher. I sit down in a chair in the room with the nurse right beside me. She goes over quick initial things, like how am I doing, takes my vital signs and such. She is a nice young lady. I can fell that my sweatshirt has raised just over my pants and pull up line. I am seated next to her but as she moves to get my blood pressure, I wonder if she can see the waistband of my pull up. However, my mind quickly clears from that and goes straight back to my bladder that is a 9/10 now. She takes my blood pressure and afterwards says one number is just a tad high. I say "okay" but in my mind think "yeah, I know. I am on the verge of wetting my pull up, my pants, this chair, the floor and everything else right now" She starts to finish up and I just can't hold it. The urge is too strong and I pee a quick, hard stream for 3 seconds. My pull up is officially wet. The first two wettings were small and hardly noticable but this was not. I feel the warmth sorround me. I stop it quickly in the hopes I don't leak. She gets up and walks out of the room and I quickly check butt to make sure I didn't leak. My butt is dry and I am good for now. As I wait for the doctor to come in the urge never ends. It is just too much and I sit in the chair and just pee a good hard 5 seconds. I feel the pee spread throughout my pull up and start to make it's way from the middle of the pull up, all the way up to the very front. I sit still and let everything sink in so nothing leaks. I feel everything sink in and check myself again. Still dry on my butt and pants......WIN! so far. The doctor comes in and we go over everything. At this point I start to worry. You see, this whole time I was kind of hoping she would have the examine me and possibly my stomach to make sure everything was okay. I was excited for this because she would have seen the waistband of my little pull up. But now, my pull up is starting to get full and if she were to press on my stomach at all, I would have a full on accident...all over the place. This worried me so as I sit there, I pee more and more. I am careful to make sure I get some pee out in case she does examine my stomach but also very careful to make sure I don't leak. I have leaked on office chairs and at the dentist chair before, and I don't want that again. After peeing more, I feel my pull up has grown and grown. I can tell the front is completely puffed out and saturated. The middle is completely full and the only place left for pee to go would be out of the pull up and into my pants. Finally she leaves! I am still an 8/10 even after peeing as much as I could without leaking. I am still shocked with how much I have peed, how full my pull up is, how I haven't leaked yet, and how much I still need to pee. I sit in the room thinking I am now home-free....but wait, says the doctor and she closes the door, the scheduler will come get you to make another appointment. SOB! I think. I have already lost this challenge and my pull up is full. I want to pee in a regular toilet now! After a couple minutes to scheduler comes and gets me and we make our way to another office. I sit down and we go over times for my next appointment. The urge to pee is still crazy and I pee very little while I sit there with her. Finally, everything is scheduled and it's time to go. She walks me out and I make a quick dash to the real toilet to pee. I pee and examine how full my pull up. It is super full and I am shocked I never leaked, though I am also greatful for that as well. My mind can't help but think how disastrous it would have been if I was just in a pad and boxer briefs. I leave the doctors office and go home, taking off my pull up once I am home. The end. And for those of you wondering, don't worry, the boxer briefs and pad challenge is coming. I just want to make sure it is when I am out of town so nobody I know, sees me have a big huge accident if I fail my challenge. Until next folks!
  11. 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.
  12. Just a little poll for fans of AB/DL or ABDL~
  13. Previously, I wasn't crazy about the depends I bought some time ago. They didn't seem to hold a whole lot and since they're pull up style, I have to remove my clothes to put them on and change them which was a bit of a hassle at work. I knew today was going to be a wet day with little bathroom access so i decided to try them again. When I left the house, I put one on and also put a guards in it for a little added protection (something i haven't done before) and if I'm honest with myself, a better feeling too. I immediately liked the feeling of the extra padding in the front and since I was going to work, I also really liked how discrete they were under my clothes, on my way in, I stopped at the store and bought a large thing of orange juice, an energy drink and some snacks for the day. Walking around the store felt great. The padding in the front and between my legs was nice and snug and rubbing just a little bit in just the right way. I got to work, checked in and went out and about to start my day. I began to chug the orange juice and began feeling the urge start. As I'm going about my business, I find myself putting my hand between my legs to feel the padding and press on it a little. I was really enjoying the feeling more than I thought I would. As the urge grow a little stronger, I decided to let out a decent spurt. Holy cow, it was great. It warmed the area and the way I was sitting and how the padding was caused it to flow and trickle down between my legs in a way I haven't felt before. This caused the padding to begin to grow and was now pressing against me in an even more enjoyable way. I was now reaching down, feeling it and rubbing it around more now. The squishy bulge felt different than before but in a very good way. Trying to focus on my work, I drank more orange juice and started on my energy drink. A short time later, the pressure became very intense very quickly. I usually like to hold it for a while at this point to enjoy the sensation but I was anxious to try this new thing out so I began letting more spurts out every few seconds. The starting and stopping felt great as did the liquid slowly filling the padding. The same trickle as before continued and caused me to become very aroused. I was now very distracted and rubbing the large warm squishy bulge around firmly and pretty much constantly. This is one of the great things about being alone at work. The feeling of pleasure was building rapidly as I began thinking about a couple cute girls in diapers I had seen on here recently. I was getting pretty hard at this point but kept pushing and letting more pee out. The padding was very very full now but somehow not leaking at all. I liked this a lot. The thought hit me that I better stop this and get back to work. I had never done this at work before but it felt so amazing that I simply couldn't stop. I just kept rubbing going a little harder and a little faster. My head went back and I tried to push another spurt out but it didn't come. There was almost even a little pain in my urethra for a second and then with a few fast hard motions of my hand, I came hard in the padding, moaning slightly with pleasure trying to stay quite even though I was completely alone in the middle of nowhere. The rubbing slowed down and I leaned back and let every muscle in my body go limp. This caused the rest of my pee to slowly flow out. I sat there thinking how great it was and how the padding still hadn't leaked. After regaining some focus I decided to stay in the padding, now filled with two types of wetness, and enjoy it for what ended up being 3 hours. I finally went and cleaned up really good and changed into a tab style diaper that I'm in now. I feel a little guilty for doing that at work but as I said. I'm mostly out and about away from everyone and hey, it happens, right? Hope you enjoyed. I threw a couple quick pics from before I changed and after.
  14. Is there anyone who has good ageplay movies or videos from japan. They seem to produce high quality ageplay vids. Ever since Ab-Dl went down there's been nowhere here to get good ones. I've seen a few that have got uploaded to pornhub but they're hard to find and few and far between.
  15. Hi everyone! I just talked to a good friend and discovered that they have an Omo fetish, specifically when consuming alcohol.. A direct quote from her.. "When we are drinking, I wear depends so I don't have to get up and pee.." Wow!! What a wonderful surprise! For the record, I usually get drunk, desperate, then normally pee my pants.. I have worn and soaked goodnites, Tena overnight incontinence pads, and Depends fit flex pull ons.. I'm wanting to totally try her idea next time we drink together.. My question is, what would be the best pull on or full on diaper to wear during a drunken night? I pee A LOT when drinking beer and liquor.. Thanks!!
  16. Hi everyone! So today I went out to lunch at a local diner here in town.. All was just another normal lunch until I started checking out one of the waitresses... I noticed how nice her but was, and then looked closer, noticing a rather thick panty line.. I then watched her as she cleaned a couple of tables.. When she stretched out, her t shirt rode up, revealing a rather fluffy, thick white waistband.. At first glance, I thought she just had on a pair of thick cotton panties.. The second and third time seeing her butt/waistband, I began thinking more along the lines of she's wearing an adult pull up.. Maybe she has an incontenence problem or can't make it through her shift without an accident.. I didn't have the courage to say anything about her situation, but it's always hot to think about ? Anyone else have something similar happen?
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