Jump to content
Existing user? Sign In

Sign In



Sign Up

Search the Community

Showing results for tags 'pet play'.

  • Search By Tags

    Type tags separated by commas.
  • Search By Author

Content Type


Forums

  • Welcome!
    • Welcome to OmoOrg!
    • Introductions
    • Feedback
  • Omorashi / Peeing
    • Omorashi general
    • Omorashi & peeing experiences
    • Omorashi & peeing artwork
    • Omorashi & peeing fiction
    • Omorashi & peeing videos
  • Omutsu / AB(DL)
    • Omutsu general
    • Diapered & ABDL experiences
    • Diapered & ABDL artwork
    • Diapered & ABDL fiction
    • Diapered & ABDL videos
  • General
    • Off-topic discussion
    • Forum games
    • Roleplaying realm

Categories

  • Shizuku's Comic
  • Premium Content
    • Nappy Boarding House
    • WesternWets Comics
    • OJHI JAV Series
    • LittleLadyLumi
    • Biku Comics
    • AliceWetting
    • Ripandbustys
  • JAV Collections
  • Wetting Videos
    • Female
    • Male
    • Transgender (MtF)
    • Transgender (FtM)
  • AB/DL Wetting Videos
    • Female
    • Male
    • Transgender (MtF)
    • Transgender (FtM)
  • Other Videos
    • Female AB/DL Messing
    • Male AB/DL Messing
    • Other AB/DL Messing
    • Other Messing
  • Doujinshi, Eroge and Hentai
    • Anime / Hentai
    • Doujinshi Archives
    • Artwork and CG Sets
    • Visual Novels
    • RPGs

Blogs

  • The Wet Hostage
  • I’m a real wild child
  • Suguha's Struggle
  • Unlucky Star - A Lucky Star Fan Fiction
  • The Winter Carnaval
  • Higashi High's Special Student
  • Fairy Tail - Juvia's First Pee
  • _____ _______'s Mixup Editting
  • The Lunambra Anthology
  • Captainjoker1's Story
  • Steven Universe - The Wetting of the Gems
  • Accident (a7x fanfiction)
  • A Zorua, a Fennekin, and omorashi
  • Arbor Gold
  • A Valentine's Day Short Story
  • Emily and Anna's Valentine's Day
  • Cho Chang in a Diaper
  • My Stories! :)
  • Random Zelda Fictions
  • Robin's Issue
  • Boys' Night In
  • Longstocking's Story
  • The Needs of the Many
  • Beyond Desperation
  • The Little Wet Vampire
  • way of the ruin
  • WaityKaty's Story
  • Not Quite As Planned
  • And It's All Your Fault Anyway
  • Silver Linings
  • Stuck together
  • Julia's Story
  • The Battle Of Bad Timing (The Battle Of Xandra)
  • The Queen
  • How my diaper wearing started
  • My first diaper date,..many chapters
  • Matilda Marie
  • [Female] Fairy Tail Fanfiction
  • Justice's Poem(s?)
  • Keiko's Plight
  • The Exam
  • The Bad Omen
  • My first story
  • The Emerald Forest
  • The Great Wet Conference
  • HS: Last Quarter
  • Saiyica's misfortune
  • Just Let it Out (pt 1)
  • Helpless and Desperate
  • The Silent Heroine
  • Hiccup's accident
  • The compartment
  • Justice's Short Stories
  • The Dare Game
  • Jayne
  • Rush Hour
  • Persona 4: Accidents Galore!
  • Tanya
  • Never a Bathroom in RPGs
  • 4 10 12
  • Echoes of the past
  • The essex Girls - Wonna Go to Lakeside
  • The Graduate's Flame
  • detention in diapers
  • Little Contest
  • Occupied
  • Alicia the Alchemist
  • Older sister wears diapers
  • To Boldly Pee: The Omorashi Chronicles
  • Guildless (a ravnica magic the gathering fanfiction.)
  • _____ _______'s Mixup
  • Kidnapped
  • Batman and Robin
  • Emily's Diary
  • Life is great
  • Birthday Fantasy
  • Community Service
  • I Bet You Can't
  • No Say in the Matter
  • The Wet Dilemma of AppleJack
  • Katie and Daniel
  • The Mushroom
  • Female Desperation Stories I Have Witnessed
  • Lucy's Wet Fiction Collection
  • Emily's Christmas Adventure
  • OmoOrg News and Updates
  • The Tale of a Sorceress
  • The Moocommunity
  • Valuable Cling Film [Saran Wrap for US readers]
  • Miaball
  • Kirby’s Omo-Love Lesson
  • Golden Time Lover
  • Kurt Omorashi
  • Even Heroes Falter
  • Poke omo fic
  • When You Gotta Go-La in Alola
  • Unexpected abduction
  • Fire Emblem: Golden Bonds
  • Pdpatti's Story
  • Ahlbi and Rayfa: Ace Holders
  • My Life as a Teenage Bedwetter
  • When a Dragon Can't Hold
  • Learned a New Skill: Relief
  • Samus The Padded Bounty Hunter
  • Video Game One-Shots
  • Lillica Quest
  • Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid One-Shots
  • The One With the Wet Rumors
  • High School Holding
  • Pushing Their Limits (My Hero Academia)
  • Peenoblade Chronicles 2
  • The Desperation Visor
  • Hehe's Story
  • Stream of Kindness
  • Pee Tee's Story
  • Omo High
  • Bladder Meter
  • The College Trip
  • Unconventionally Sensual (Working Title)
  • Emma X Otacon
  • Wanwan to Kurasu - A Wanko to Kurasou inspired series
  • Saves
  • Peesona 5
  • Ai No Exorcist Omorashi
  • nena the high school dipper user
  • Riveting Rivulets (A FanFic Collection)
  • Other Stories
  • The Bee and Barb
  • Living in a Harem
  • Dark Souls Collection
  • Taking Over the Family Business
  • BBCode Tests
  • Liberty's wetting shorts
  • Four Day Struggle
  • Blade Of Vengeance
  • Summer Blossoms
  • Elevator Desperation
  • Why some story characters never pee (no wetting, desperation, safe for work essentially)
  • Miku at School
  • Brotaku and the Omo adventures
  • Messing Contest
  • Holding right now...
  • REVENGE Part 3 [Daniel]
  • Ms. Anderson's Plight
  • Allison’s Work Dilemma
  • Little Punk Girl's Kinky Shenanigans
  • Amy's Saga
  • Desperate girls bathroom line at school.
  • Divine Intervention Gone Wrong
  • Just a Journal [male]
  • The Bizarre World of Cartridge: Omorashi Experiences
  • Five Nights of Holding
  • kitchen desperation
  • Quick intro
  • The Legacy of Gold Universe
  • The Wild Tempest
  • my first wetting/bedwetting
  • Male Desperation
  • Pemberley Afternoon
  • Rising Star
  • Sonador's Furry Fictions
  • Road Trip
  • Searching for a video
  • Desperation
  • Pee Diary
  • Accidents happen
  • The Trials and Tribulations of an Omo Noob
  • SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD
  • Omorashi Short Stories
  • Pee Adventurer
  • A Striptease Like No Other
  • Lizzy
  • Golden Machinations
  • Soul Eater Omo
  • Adventures in pee holding
  • Exam-time desperation
  • Johnah
  • Symmetry is Everything
  • KidIntheDark's Story
  • Pix Holding :3
  • Terezi's Secret
  • Shopping for Diapers
  • Levi & Alex
  • Sarah, Elliot's Slave for a Week
  • True revenge
  • Try something new
  • Technical Help Blog
  • Matt and Koko Omorashi
  • The Azur Lane Omorashi And Other Urine Based Sexual Activities Association
  • Desperate ride...
  • Desperate
  • Meeting at the Point
  • Drafts
  • Appointments
  • How to order from Jade Net
  • Status blog
  • Alice the beginning Ch. 1
  • darker then black yin's desperate ride
  • Unintentional Invocation
  • Online Class Desperation
  • Megan and Sarah, Emotional Rollercoaster
  • Shiver
  • Mandymom’s collection of Darkwing Duck omorashi
  • Kiplington School for Girls
  • Stonky stories
  • Katie Has A Very Public Accident in a Bar
  • Not so suttle hint
  • Kaneki Has an accident
  • Snek Writes Stuff
  • Age of Ultron: Omorashi (SPOILERS)
  • The Witches Wet
  • Omovember 2020
  • Kelli's in the Corner
  • Ebisu-Sensei Vs. The Sexy No Jutsu
  • Omorashi Jones
  • Newsnight
  • Jane's Aching Bladder
  • Wetting Games 1 - Sonic Adventure 2: Wetting
  • Pee test
  • Yomiel`s Night of Desparation
  • Omorashi stories
  • Female Daily Dare
  • Moving in (With Sophia)
  • Rita's Training Blog
  • Jordan
  • My bladder chronicles
  • Commander Lyra
  • The big Magic: the Peeing project
  • On that Christmas Night
  • First Peeing Experiance
  • Ending up in a "Wet Suit"
  • The Test Subject
  • a
  • Sex and the Sea
  • My 1st omo fanfic! (Pokemon)
  • O Wonderland (RPG Game)
  • Girls weekend out
  • Our Lady of Pee
  • Puddling in my Pants
  • camping
  • Omovember 2021
  • Johnny & Pablo (Non-Canonical)
  • Skyrim: Distortion
  • An Interruption
  • Harvest Moon
  • Do your kinks ever harm your self-esteem?
  • Holiday Specials
  • RpeeG
  • DragonFruit11117
  • Of Cupboards and Dreams
  • Afternoon in the Chokee
  • The DP Game
  • Hard Boiled Legs
  • Unnecessary Functions
  • Peculiar Endurance Event
  • story of my life
  • Have you Weed yet?
  • Thesis
  • Milovana Webtease review - Rapid Pee Desperation
  • Maddy
  • Emotions, Tonight, and Tomorrow
  • Holding experiences and challenges
  • Space Wetters (The Story of Aurora Stardust)
  • Assorted 'wings stories
  • PeeCember 2022
  • public speech
  • Goldenstorm's Story
  • Vaine Chronicles - Goddess of Death
  • My experiences with this fetish......
  • Searching for Friends!
  • FemScout's Desperate Run!!!
  • Chatbot characters
  • Sam's Graduation
  • Karkat Vantas: I need to go!
  • Diapered & Desperate
  • The Yellow Sisters
  • Henry(fill in later)
  • Bonus Material
  • The Juniper Triplets
  • Shawnie's Soggy Sunday Mornings
  • Plush Empire Primitive Life Observations Files (Possible title change)
  • Hana and Kimiko
  • Wettie's Wet Log
  • Jenny and her friend Sara
  • Screencaps
  • steph226's Story
  • Miyu's Regression
  • The Omorashi Challenge Collection
  • Fantasies..
  • SAO messing fanfic
  • 'The Juniper Triplets' Side Stories
  • What He Never Noticed
  • Diapered Housepets! : Grape
  • Erin's Wet Ride
  • a date with Mario
  • FNaF messing fic
  • The Retriever
  • Misused Authority
  • LLTQ Beginnings
  • A Rōnin's tale
  • Discipline in the Dorm
  • Pan's Personal Purgatory
  • Nightclub drugs raid causes MASSES of desperation
  • Knuckles's predicament
  • Naughty Kitty
  • Fairy Tail Omorashi
  • A Town to Forget
  • diapered walk
  • Endless Desire
  • Samantha's Life
  • honeybell3's Story
  • Beth and Him
  • Nah's bad day
  • Strider's property
  • school desperation
  • The First Time
  • Brotherly problems
  • Matthew and me
  • It's Just Business, Honest
  • "So what is it Doctor?"
  • Uri Nova
  • War and Wet
  • Carlsbad Caverns
  • Taylor And Me (The Long And Short Of It)
  • the car
  • Holding Back
  • Sakura's Mistaken Identity
  • The Stable Girl
  • Junie & Thena: The Wet Age of the Law
  • Pain's Story
  • When Serena Met Dawn
  • coffee troubles
  • Bad Idea
  • fizzypop's Story
  • The Mishap of Taylor Swift
  • League of Desperation
  • Granting me a wish
  • JLIO RE-WRITE
  • Perfect
  • Coach Desperation
  • The World of Edren
  • adevore155675's Story
  • Hunger Games Pee Desperation
  • The Sphere
  • Maddy and Haley
  • Stuck...
  • Everyday Life With a Fetishist
  • Elsa's little problem
  • Forced wetting
  • Elsa's emergency
  • A change of underwear
  • The Sphere: Dog for the Day
  • Summer Camp
  • April And Diapers
  • The Patient
  • How Do I End Up In These Situations?!
  • Trouble with Yui
  • First Holding Session!!
  • hidden feelings and curiosities
  • Love Grows
  • Suburban Wasteland
  • To Lunambra: A Medieval Watersports Tale
  • Severa's bad day
  • The War
  • On a Bus
  • A Desperate Detention You'll Never Forget
  • Meet the 13 Squads
  • omodarling's Story
  • Desperate Camping
  • Emily's Anniversary of an Accident
  • 3 litres...
  • Asuna's Journey Backwards
  • The Cinemas

Product Groups

  • Premium Subscriptions
  • Advertising

Categories

  • Gender
  • Wetting amounts
  • Clothing
  • Omorashi themes
  • Content warnings

Find results in...

Find results that contain...


Date Created

  • Start

    End


Last Updated

  • Start

    End


Filter by number of...

Joined

  • Start

    End


Group


FurAffinity


Twitter


Website URL


My pronouns are..


I'm into..

  1. Here's some short stories I wrote for Raya's Magpie March daily art challenge! She's the best, check her out here: https://twitter.com/VenomRaya All stories are DDLG/ABDL, and here's a legend for the emojis that I use to denote other themes: 💛 = wetting 🤎 = messing 💞 = little to no sexual themes ❤️ = some sexual themes, but not exactly smut ❤️‍🔥 = heavy sexual themes 💓 = desperation 🖤 = punishment ⛓️ = bondage 🧷 = diaper change 😳 = humiliation 🐶 = pet play 🥴 = hypnosis / mind break If an emoji is larger than the others, that indicates that theme is a primary focus of the story. Hope you enjoy! If you do, check me out on Twitter where I'm much more active: https://twitter.com/ghostingsABDL Day 24 - Distracted 🤎💞🧷 She is sitting on the living room floor, playing a video game. One look at her posture, demeanor, and the state of her diaper would tell you that she is completely immersed and clearly has not moved for quite some time. Whenever her video game character makes a sudden action, like a combat roll, she moves with them, shifting her weight and causing the contents of her diaper to squish and smush around. Her long, brown hair is a total mess, and her oversized t-shirt has cheesy snack stains all over it, matching her lips. He enters the living room, carrying a hamper of laundry. He stops in the entryway briefly to watch her play, but before long, the smell of her heavily used diaper wafts toward him. "Princess?" he says, setting down the hamper. "Ya, Daddy?" she responds, her focus not shifting from the game. "Do you smell that?" "Nuh-uh, Daddy. Mus' be da gawbage," she says as she pops a cheesy snack into her mouth, chewing with her mouth open. "Uh-huh... I'm sure that's it..." He walks over quietly behind her, trying to not divert her attention. He lifts up the back of her shirt and pulls back the waistband of her diaper, greeted by a fudgy, stinky surprise. She blushes profusely, pretending to not notice. "Must be the garbage, huh?" he says sarcastically, letting go of her waistband, letting it smack her lower back. "Ahuh..." she replies, popping another snack into her mouth. Her Daddy's presence has her visibly distracted, but she snaps back to reality when she realizes she died in the game. "Uggghhhh!" She throws down the controller, crossing her arms and pouting. "Perfect timing. Time for a diapie change." "Noooo, Daddy, I'm jus' about ta beat da booosss!!" "Too bad, stinky. You can play after." "Oh yeah? Well... wha' if I..." She starts visibly straining and grunting, wrinkling her brow and squinting her eyes. "i-if I... hnnghh..." Suddenly, her mushy diaper starts to expand, accompanied by very sloppy, bubbly sounds, clearly not for the first time today. Her face immediately turns bright red from exertion, embarrassment, and arousal as more poop piles up inside her already messy diaper. She continues to fill her diaper for several more seconds, the volume increasing quickly and the stench filling the room. She's visibly out of breath when she finally relaxes and stops her straining, with a wide, dumb grin spreading across her face. Nothing feels as good to her as sitting in a pile of her own fresh mess. "Ahuh... And what was your plan there, exactly?" He chuckles. "W-w-well, I... uh... I tought dat... i-if I go poopy... den you can' change me while I poopy..." she mumbles, blushing profusely. "Oh, really? Did you consider what would happen after you finished pooping?" "W-well... uuh..." she stammers. "Ahuh," he says as he hoists his pouting, stinky girl into his arms, carrying her to the changing table. She rests her chin on his shoulder and crosses her arms with a disgruntled "hmph..." Day 25 - Sleepy 🤎💛❤️💓 Her eyes flutter open, flooded by the morning sun pouring in through the window. The first observation she makes is the railings that surround her. Then, she notices that the corner of her mouth is stained with drool and her shoulder-length, brown hair is a total mess. Finally, she rolls over, and the familiar feeling of a clean, puffy diaper hugging her waist brings back glimpses of the early morning before Daddy left for work. Very blurry memories of receiving a diaper change and being placed in her crib play in her head. After an over-the-head arm stretch accompanied by an impossibly adorable squeaky sound, she looks down and notices she's wearing her favorite onesie, black with sunflowers. Beside her pillow is a pacifier to match. She greedily pops the pacifier into her mouth and pulls off her blanket, revealing her poofy, white diaper poking out of her onesie. She falls backwards onto her pillow, closing her eyes and sighing blissfully. Nowhere does she feel more babied than within these rails, in the crib that her Daddy built for her with his own two hands. She can't articulate exactly why, but something about his strong, capable hands make her feel all tingly and warm. These feelings begin to snowball, until her hands are rubbing against her thick, padded crotch. She only snaps back to reality when a small, red light on the other side of the crib catches her eye. It's the light on the baby monitoring camera, indicating that Daddy is now watching her through his phone. Soon after, her phone buzzes next to her head, and she quickly grabs it. "Behave, princess," a text from Daddy reads. She doesn't know the meaning of the word. At least, she loves to act like she doesn't, and one quick frown from her, followed by a mischievous grin directly at the camera, reminds him of this. She reaches beneath her knees and pulls her legs up to her chest before beginning to rock her diapered bottom back and forth. The tight, buttoned strap of her onesie that connects the back to the front ensures that her diaper stays on, but it also has the added benefit of rubbing against her in just the right spot. She may not be able to say much with her paci in, but her lewd squeaks and reddening face are dead giveaways to her pleasure. Her phone buzzes again. "I won't warn you again. Behave." Her face immediately sinks into an unmistakably grumpy expression. In reality, she's obsessed with being controlled like this, but she also enjoys being fussy. Immediately, she starts thinking of ways to get back at Daddy for stunting her fun, and it doesn't take long. She closes her eyes as her face wrinkles, her heavy blushing deepening. This tells Daddy all he needs to know. There's no doubt after she begins squeaking and grunting, joined by the low, deep, sounds of her tensed stomach. A loud, bubbly fart slides out of her, easily picked up by the camera's microphone even after being heavily muffled by her thick padding. Not long after, a small lump forms beneath her diapered bottom, expanding as she strains. A thick, mushy, crackly mess pours out of her, quickly occupying the once pristine, white fabric. Her diaper bloats and stretches, occasionally halting briefly so she can catch her breath. Her bright red face pants heavily once her mess concludes. The brown-tinted fabric sags out of her onesie, the strap's buttons straining to contain it all. Her bladder releases itself all on its own as she collects herself. Her phone buzzes once again. "Good job, baby. Now you can sit in your mess while you behave." She wants to act annoyed, but the combination of the warm, soft poop crowding her diaper, her favorite onesie, the pacifier in her mouth, and the railings surrounding her completely pacify her. She collapses onto her pillow, feeling the warm mush in her diaper squish around inside. A wide, blissful smile spreads across her blushed face as she sucks on her paci and admires her Daddy's handiwork. As her chest begins gently rising and falling, the red light disappears. Day 26 - Tabletop 🤎💞🥴 Inspired by this Sketchmandl comic: https://twitter.com/sketchmandl/status/1760212696027324524 Her and her crew are wandering through a cave. She is trailing behind while the rest of her team are conversing over how to solve an important puzzle. They're required to make a cognition role. The entire party succeeds, except for her, who rolls a 1. The moment after her roll, something snaps within her brain. Instantly, she falls down to the floor with a thud onto her hands and knees and starts crawling. "Hey, uhh... Everything okay down there?" A crew member notices her sudden change in posture and demeanor. "A-buh boo bee gee~" She only mutters complete babyish gibberish. Her eyes glaze over, and drool starts to dribble down her chin. Suddenly, a small lump forms between her round butt cheeks, beneath her tight leather pants. FPRRTCHH! All at once, she expels a massive, steaming dump right into her pants, seemingly unaware of what she has just done. "Ew, gross! Did she really just poop herself??" Another one of her team members asks. "It sure looks that way..." "What should we do now?" "Well, she's the healer. I don't think we can do anything until we find a way to cure her..." "You mean we have to put up with her shitting herself?" "Unless we can figure out a way to cure her." "Damn... This is a tough puzzle..." "I hope she doesn't stink up the place too badly..." Her stomach starts to grumble as she feels pressure rising within her. She's powerless to hold it in, and an intense wave of pleasure shoots through her body as her bowels fully relax. "A-ahh~!" Ppbbfhhht~! "Oh god, there it is. She's really letting go now." "Geez... What happened to her...?" "A-a-bubbbb~" Her farts continue, making her ass jiggle and wobble. A noticeable bulge protrudes from the seat of her pants, growing by the moment. "Oh man, this is so embarrassing..." "Don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look..." Her bowel movement continues unabated. She moans softly in pleasure as the smell begins to permeate through the space. Her pants are completely ruined, stretched tightly around the freshly deposited mound of hot dung. Her belt is hardly able to keep her thoroughly soiled pants from slipping off her hips. "Alright, that's enough. I'm gonna check her stats," one of her crew members says they access her profile page. They find that her class has changed to "Diaper Baby." Her intelligence stat has been lowered to zero, and she is afflicted with a list of unique ailments, including incontinence and baby talk. "This is bad. According to the wiki, there's only one cure for this, and it's the rarest drop item in the entire game." "What? Seriously? That'll be impossible!" "Let's just take her back to camp for now, and figure out what we're gonna do later." Day 27 - Late 💛💞 "Good morning, sleepyhead," he teases. Through her blurry eyes, she makes out his silhouette, sitting at the kitchen table and working on his laptop. "How did you sleep?" She stands in the middle of the kitchen with an expression that suggests not a single thought is rattling around in her little brain. Her eyes are barely open, the corner of her lip is stained with drool, and her long, brown hair is a complete mess. Suddenly, the crotch of her diaper that just barely peeks out from under her oversized hoodie starts to sag and turn yellow, accompanied by a faint hissing sound. A dumb, blissful grin spreads across her face as she closes her eyes and moans softly. Eventually, her stream trickles off, and her eyelids open again, one at a time. "All done?" He chuckles. She nods, looking at the floor and blushing profusely. Without making eye contact, she hears him pat his lap, causing her to waddle toward him and climb onto his lap. She wraps her arms around him and slumps into his warm chest. It's impossible for him to continue working like this, but this is exactly what he anticipated. "I should tucker her out during playtime more often," he thinks to himself. "She never sleeps in this late. I actually got some work done." He kisses her soft forehead, feeling her warm, soggy diaper on his lap. Day 28 - Puppy 🤎💛❤️🧷🐶 Daddy sits on the living room couch, watching his baby girl play on the floor, listening to her rhythmic, content nuks as she immerses herself in the world of her stuffies. She turns her head around to stare at him for a moment, and he smiles warmly at her in return. Suddenly, she bounces up from her playmat and jumps onto his lap. Her thick, patterned, multi-layered diaper cushions her impact. "Oomph!" He says, chuckling. She giggles as she clings onto him, placing her chin on his broad shoulder. Her spine tingles as his hand, much larger than her own, slides under her shirt to rub her back in gentle circles. "You'd make a perfect lapdog, baby," he says, brushing her brunette hair aside to kiss her neck. Despite his obvious joking tone, something about these words resonate with something deep within her, something she has never felt before. A million butterflies soar through her stomach all at once. Their chemistry is so deep that just from the few proceeding moments of silence and the slight raise in her body temperature, he knows something is amiss. "Everything okay, sweetie?" He says, pulling her away to check her expression. Her cheeks, now a deep crimson, add to his suspicion. Nevertheless, she simply nods and smiles, trying to conceal that mysterious moment she just experienced. He pulls her pink pacifier from her lips, a string of saliva joining it. "Jus' habby to be wif my Daddy!" She says gleefully. "Aww! Such a sweet little girl!" He responds, returning her paci where it belongs. "I think it's dinny time though, princess," he says as he places his hands under her arms and hoists her off his lap, setting her down next to him. Her brow furrows as she crosses her arms and grumbles. "Ahuh, so it's definitely dinny time," he chuckles, kissing her tenderly on the forehead as he gets up to walk to the kitchen. His words from before echo through her sweet little brain once more, making her heart flutter again. That moment replays in her head repeatedly and rapidly, drowning out the sound of a pot filling with water. As if her legs are acting independently, she slides off the couch and starts walking toward the kitchen. He feels something tugging on his shirt. "Yes, sweetie?" He says, focused on preparing their meal. "Daddy, I wan' a collar." He's taken aback initially, never having seen her be so forward, but the pieces fall into place quickly. "A collar?" "Ya... i-is dat bad...?" "No, not at all! How about we go shopping after dinny?" "Reawwy, Daddy??" She says, her eyes glimmering. "Absolutely, baby. Now, go sit in your chair. Dinny will be done soo-" She tackles him, bursting with excitement. "Tank you, Daddy!!" She says before running over to her high chair. A few days later, Daddy hoists his messy princess onto the changing table. They both enjoy hearing the squishy goosh of her full diaper as she sits. He lays her down gently and pops the tapes off her diaper, lifting her legs and revealing her stinky present. After some teasing and a lot of wiping, he reaches under the table. "A very special package arrived for you this morning, baby girl," he says, pulling out a fresh diaper with light blue paw prints all over it. She gasps, both in excitement and surprise. "B-bu' I didn' pick dat out!!" She says, like a child on Christmas. "I know, silly! I did!" He pulls out a matching pacifier and her brand new collar, with a heart-shaped tag that reads "Puppy Slut." "Ready to be Daddy's sweet little puppy?" He says, carressing her calf. She nods aggressively. After a thorough powdering, he tapes her new diaper around her waist and pops her new paci into her mouth. He lifts her up and carries her to their bed, sitting down and setting her on his lap. He carefully fastens the collar around her neck, brushing his hands against her chin unnecessarily just to excite her further. "I was right... You do make a perfect lapdog..." He says in a low, seductive voice, stroking her inner thigh. All of the excitement goes straight to her bladder. With a whimper and a fierce blush, the blue puppy paws on the front of her brand new diaper are washed out, turning a saturated yellow as she loses control. "Well, almost perfect. Let's work on your house-training..." He says, kissing her softly. Day 29 - Jumpshot 💞🖤🧷 Fresh powder dances in the light as the sounds of crinkling, taping, teasing, and giggling fill the room. Another one of her hefty, full diapers plops into the bin beside the changing table, wrapped and balled up. "Alright cutie, stay here while Daddy fills up your baba," he says, picking up her empty bottle and closing the door behind him. Directly in her line of sight once she sits up is a plastic basketball hoop hanging from the top of the door, which strikes her as very odd. She hasn't noticed it before, and her Daddy isn't much of a sports guy, so what's it doing here...? Out of the corner of her eye, she spots her most recent messy diaper at the top of the bin. Out of total impulse, she reaches over, picks up the diaper, and tosses it toward the hoop. It bounces off the cheap, plastic rim, landing on the carpet with a heavy plop. Suddenly, the door swings open, and Daddy nearly slips on balled-up diaper. "Baby!! What did I tell you about playing with your old diaps??" He says scoldingly. "D-dat it's yucky..." She mumbles, looking down at the floor in shame. "And??" "A-and...?" "And I'm the undefeated diaperball champion!!" She raises her head again. Smiling, but clearly confused. "Diapieball...?" "How do you think I entertain myself during all those naps you take?" He says, scooping up the diaper on the floor with one hand and sinking it perfectly into the net without breaking eye contact. "W-well dat's not fair!! You can' be da bes' if you'we da only one pwaying!!" "Champ by default is still champ!" He responds smugly. "Oh ya...? W-well... You'we on!!" She says, hopping off the table, her tone both excited and equally nervous. "Awww, little pampy packer thinks she can take me on, huh? Let's make this interesting... If you win, you can pick whatever you want for dinner. But if I win, no changes until this time tomorrow." He passes the diaper to her. "I'll even go easy on you: instead of H.O.R.S.E., we can play D.I.A.P.E.R. Deal?" "Deaw!!!" She says, all fired up. She jumps and shoots the diaper over his head, hitting the backboard and landing it in. The diaper hits him in the back on the way out of the net. "Oh, you are so on!" He says, tossing her bottle onto a Snorlax plushie, scooping up the diaper, and rushing toward her. A very similar picture is painted that time tomorrow. Powder in the air, crinkling and taping, but with a lot more teasing and a lot less giggling. Today's diaper makes a far louder plop than yesterday's as it lands in the bin. The once over-eager baby grumbles as her bright red, powdered bottom stings and her Daddy chuckles. Day 30 - Plushies 🤎💛❤️💓🧷😳 Shaking. "Hnnn..." High-pitched sounds. Bouncing. Lots of bouncing. "Nnnnnh..." Blanket gone. Cold. High-pitched sounds. Bouncing. Bed creaking. "Daddy...! Wake ub...! Wake uub...!" Weight on crotch. Soggy. Crinkling. Bouncing. "Daddyyyyy! Wake uuubb!! It's carnibal dayyy!!" His eyes finally open. Through them, he is greeted with the blurry silhouette of his hyperactive, naked (save for the soaked diaper pressed against him) baby girl. "Ugh... Baby... What time is it...?" He speaks in his very deep, gravely morning voice, which makes her want to jump his bones. She knows that would be counterintuitive to her mission, though. "Why don'cha check?" She says, wiggling her hips on top of him. He probes around the nightstand surface, looking for his glasses. After a few blinks, however, his vision clears, and he finds them, dangling from the front of her diaper with one arm shoved inside. She giggles mischievously as he pulls them out and slides them on, followed by a swift spank to her padded rear. Vision restored, he reaches for his phone to check the time. "Baby, the carnival doesn't even open for another two hours!" "I knowww, but we can' be late!! I'm GONNA win dat plushie dis year, no matta what!" They only moved to this town a bit over a year ago. One of their first outings together after moving in was visiting the annual town fair. They had a lovely time, until she noticed a particular prize at a game booth. It was a shark plushie, sky blue and almost the size of her. He stood around for two hours straight, watching her whip softballs at unmoving bottles with all the might her tiny arms could muster. He only managed to pull her away once the copious amounts of lemonade and funnel cake in her system, combined with bubbling frustration, resulted in an embarrassing public accident. "Sweetie, don't you wanna see some of the other cool stuff they have there? I don't even think we saw everything last year, and I bet there's new stuff too," he replies, gently rubbing her thighs to try to make his suggestion more digestable to her. "NO!! I'm GONNA win dat plushie, Daddy!" "Okay, okay!" He says, only able to think about the ludicrous hoard of plushies already residing in her nursery. With that, all the pressing matters out of the way, except for one: something pressing against her wet, padded crotch and rising beneath his checkered boxers. "Well, we still have plenty of time until we have to leave..." He says in a low, seductive tone, caressing her diapered hips. "Noooo, Daddy, come onnnuhh!!" She replies, exhibiting extremely rare restraint which tells him all he needs to know about her determination. She bounces up and down impatiently on top of him, his eyes following her bare chest. "Alright, baby," he says, followed by a few moments of silence. "Weeelll?" "Well what? I'm waiting for you to get off me!" "Make me!" She says, her tone dripping with both cuteness and mischief. He quickly reaches out and pinches both of her nipples, making her squeal and straighten her spine. He grins sadistically, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her toward him. "I'll never understand you, will I?" He whispers, kissing her passionately. He sits up and places his hands under her soft thighs while she clings onto him, and they move together to the changing table as one warm, tight unit. He gently lowers her onto the table, loving the gooshing sound of her wet diaper spreading out on the mat. After some untaping, wiping, powdering, teasing, and taping, a fresh diaper is secured snugly around her cute, round butt. He reaches under the table again, unexpectedly to her, and pulls out another diaper. "Daddy, wha's dat for?" "For you, silly. Need I remind you what happened last year?" "B-bu' ebwyone's gonna see!!" "Relax, sweetie. No one's gonna notice 'em under your coveralls," he says, lying through his teeth. He lifts her up once again and fastens the second diaper over the first. She fidgets disapprovingly, but he grips her legs tightly, silently telling her to behave. "There. Now, let's get you dressed and then I'll do your hair." "Hmph..." She grumbles, crossing her arms while her cheeks turn pink. As soon as he parks the car, she unbuckles her seatbelt and flies out of the door. "Come on, come on, come on!!!" "Hold on, baby! Geez!" He steps out of the car and she immediately latches onto his arm, dragging him toward the festivities. Before long, she spots the same booth as last year, with the same grand prize. She lets go of his arm to sprint to the game. The attendee immediately recognizes the girl that soiled herself last year after losing for two hours, but silently accepts her caretaker's money with a knowing glance, met with an equally embarrassed expression in return. "One hour. Got it?" He waits for a response, but receives none as she's already fully locked in. He leaves to retrieve food with an exasperated sigh. One hour comes and goes. Her focus is unwavering, even when taking sips of lemonade and bites of greasy fried food out of Daddy's hands, or when her bladder dispels of said lemonade. The time limit becomes a cycle of begging on her end and relenting to a "few more attempts" on his end. At some point, he can tell her frustration is boiling up toward a full-blown tantrum. He also starts to hear some low, rumbling farts escape her big, puffy butt, in tandem with an all-too-familiar fidgeting dance. "UUGHH!!! I was SOOOO close that time!!" She whines and stomps her feet, causing a few fair-goers to look their way. "Alright sweetie, how about some funnel cake?" He says with a twinge of embarrassment in his voice, grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the booth. "NOOOOOO!! I DON' WAN' FUNNEL CAKE!!" She screams back at him, planting her feet in the ground and attracting many more stares. He hoists her up over his shoulder, carrying her away while apologizing to the attendee. She thrashes and beats on his back, her face bright red. He sets her down on a secluded bench. "Stay." He says sternly before leaving, sending a wave of intimidation down her spine and shutting her up immediately. " 'tupid Daddy... Makin' me wear two diapies... Frowin' off my game..." She blubbers with crossed arms, tears forming in her eyes. Several minutes later, he returns. "I got something for you," he says, holding something behind his back. "I said I don' wan' funnel cake..." She says, sniffling, not looking up from the ground. "Guess again," he replies, revealing a huge, sky blue shark plushie. She looks up and gasps loudly, exploding from her seat to tackle him. "DADDY!!! TANK YOU, TANK YOU, TANK YOU!!!" She says bursting with joy, wiping her tears on his chest. "I can't bewieve it!! How did you win so fas'??" "Don't worry about it, cutie," he says, rubbing the top of her head. She clings onto him tighter, vibrating with excitement. "Alright baby, what should we see next?" His question is met with a fart, much louder and bubblier than before. "Uuhh... W-well akshully, Daddy, I reawly godda..." He turns around and squats down. "Hop on." He runs toward their car with his baby on his back, every other step causing more gas to slip out. He flings open the car door and sets her inside, handing her her plushie. Before he can even get in the driver's side, her accident has already begun. She grips onto her plushie tightly as the car seat, coveralls, and two thick diapers do nothing to conceal her hefty blorting. It doesn't take long for her second diaper to justify itself. He sits down beside her and rubs her thigh to soothe her through her intense mess. After two minutes of loudly emptying herself, she relaxes and sighs heavily, burying her deep crimson cheeks into her new plushie as her bladder releases itself. He grabs her chin and kisses her softly. Turning the key, he pulls out of the parking lot, his wallet twenty bucks lighter, and her diaper much, much heavier. Day 31 - Friends 🤎💛❤️‍🔥💓🖤⛓️😳 "Heeeyyy! Come in, come in!" Several people shuffle through the front door, carrying drinks, snacks, board games, and controllers. "Aww, why's the lil' one cribbed?" "Oh, she was a VERY bad girl yesterday," he says, looking toward the crib. "Wasn't she?" "Hmph..." She grumbles as she looks away, unable to dispute through the paci-gag in her mouth. "She packed her pamps so full that she was leaking all over, then ran away from me when I tried to change her, giggling and sticking her tongue out the whole time. Not much giggling after I pinned you down though, huh, baby?" She grumbles some more, rubbing her mittened hands against her stinging bottom. "So it's three diaps tonight and two for the rest of the month, and she gets to stay in her crib until you guys leave. She has a very special message for everyone, too. Baby, turn around so all your friends can see your diaper." "Mmmmph!" She whines in protest. "Now, baby." She begrudgingly gets on her hands and knees and turns around for the group, blushing profusely as she displays her diaper with the words "Don't Change Me, I'm A Brat" written across her huge, puffy butt. Her onesie is unbuttoned because the massive amount of padding between her legs makes it impossible to do so (very intentional), so she has to lift the strap so everyone can read. The whole crowd coos at the shameful little diaper girl's embarrassment. "Alright diapie butt, the adults are gonna go have fun. Behave, unless you want me to extend your punishment." She shakes her head silently, looking toward the floor. "Good girl. Keep that diapie clean, too. You wouldn't want all your friends to have to smell your stinky butt, would you?" "Hmmmphh..." She has half a mind to drop a big, messy dump in her pamps right now just to spite him, but out of fear of not knowing how much worse her punishment could get, she refrains. "Sorry, princess, but that's why you listen to your Daddy!" One of her close friends from college says to her, pinching her cheek and making her blush even harder. To think the same girl that cheated off her constantly in school was now treating her like a dumb, little, pants-pooping baby is a new height of humiliation for her. Though, no matter how much resistance she puts up, she can't ignore the warm tingling between her legs. Hours later, the group is engrossed in a game of Catan, and the crib crinkler is getting no attention. Occasionally when someone gets up to use the restroom or get a drink, they stop by the brat's crib to tease her, patting her head or telling her how cute she looks in all those diapers, but nothing more. Every time someone passes by her, Daddy loudly asks them how her diaper looks or if she smells. All these events pile up in her mind, fueling her humiliation little by little. As the game carries on, the diaper baby feels her tummy grow more and more restless. She tries to shut her legs to prolong the battle, but the excessive padding between her thighs prevents it. She tries to squeeze her butt closed with her mittened hands for the same reason, and is unable to for the same reason. With no more choices available to her, she's left bouncing and fidgeting in her crib, feeling her body temperature rise as her desperation grows. She's listening to her Daddy's words in her head on repeat, telling her to behave, but her focus is being devoured by ever-mounting feelings of humiliation and need. Sheer discomfort takes hold of her as she feverishly grips onto the railing of her crib and begins to whine desperately. "Sounds like the lil' one wants something!" "I'm sure she just wants out, but she's in there for a reason. It's your turn, by the way." Her pleading whines become desperate whimpers as she fidgets helplessly. She can feel the hot mush sinking down inside of her and pressing against her hole. She tries to close her eyes and hear Daddy's words, but the overwhelming humiliation and desperation instantly consume any thought she attempts to have. A steady stream of hot farts begins to pour out of her, hotboxing her triple-layered diaper. She starts to shake uncontrollably, tears welling up in her eyes. She fights till the very end, wanting more than anything to be a good girl for her Daddy, but it's no use. Hot, mushy poop explodes out of her, rapidly filling her first diaper and threatening to breach into the next after only a few seconds. The entire party turns their heads toward the crib while the sounds of the naughty brat's accident fill the room. Her mind is enveloped by a hot, bright, white light as the embarrassment and relief spiral and clash. The only feeling she can focus on is how badly she wants to tear off her onesie and cum her filthy little brains out. She continues to grip onto the railing for dear life as she continues to unload a seemingly impossible amount of mush for such a little girl. After what feels like an eternity, her bowels and butt finally make amends. Her hyperventilating slowly decelerates as sweat drips from her burning cheeks and her bladder empties itself. "Geez! Someone really had to go!" One of their friends says. The whole group chuckles. "Oh boy, so sorry about her. I thought her punishment would be enough to keep her on good behavior for tonight, but I guess not." "Oh, it's okay! We know she can't control herself, right, sweetie pie?" "Thanks, guys. My turn's over, anyway, so keep playing and I'll be right back." He gets up and walks towards his stinky baby's crib as she looks up at him, sweat and tears staining her blushing cheeks. He hoists her up out of her crib and carries her into their room. Once there, he sits down on the bed and sets her on his lap. She feels the hot, muddy contents of her giant diaper squish and smear around, sending a jolt of arousal up her spine. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you, brat?" He shoves his hand beneath her heavily padded crotch, trying to assess the damage. The moment his hand makes contact, she presses herself against it, grinding feverishly. She clings onto him, unable to suppress her lewd moans. "You're getting off to this? All your friends just saw you shit your pants and cry like a baby, and it made you want to cum? God, you're such a pathetic little stink slut." He degrades her, which only serves to fuel her burning arousal. She tries to grasp at the bottom of her onesie, but her mittens won't allow it. He feels her desperation and tears it off for her, allowing her soft, round tits to spill out. He takes the left one in his mouth, sucking and biting on it and causing her to squeal. His unoccupied hand reaches around and shoves against the steaming hot dump in her diaper, making her writhe and shiver. Being in complete control of her body at all times means he can sense, through her rhythmic tremors and rising temperature, that she's at her limit. "Cum." She throws her head back as she loses control, squirting violently into her thoroughly soiled diaper and moaning with all the air her little lungs can contain. Her thighs quake uncontrollably as she collapses against her caretaker. One moment, he's rubbing her bare back in gentle circles while she catches her breath. In the next, he's listening to her softly snore. He lifts her up from his lap and delicately places her under the covers, kissing her sweaty forehead. "Hey, where's baby?" A friend says to him as he closes the door behind him. "Oh, I put her to bed. She tuckered herself out. Is it my turn?"
  2. 🦊 Isle of Foxes By Horatio Husky Commissioned by ArtMckinley Part One ”Island” Janet Parker kept her breathing steady, and her sights up. Disembarking from the rowboat after having crossed part of the East China Sea, the young anthropologist’s arms had shook even as she hauled the boat ashore. Still, after having furtively glanced around the deserted shoreline, she confirmed that she had managed to arrive undetected. Shouldering her backpack and hefting her emergency supplies kit out of the boat, she had half carried, half dragged her supplies to the jungle’s edge and hoisted her baggage into a small nestling of exposed rock. There, she would set up her camp. No fire or open forest floor plan for Janet, however. The mission she was attempting to undertake required utmost discretion, for not only was she going to have to camouflage her encampment as best as she could, but the boat would also have to be hauled further onto the island and hidden with brush. Still, Janet figured, she had some time yet. Carefully unpacking some of her supplies, she laid out the spokes and tarp that would make up her tent. Patterned the same lush hues of green as the surrounding underbrush, the anthropologist internally crossed her fingers that she would remain undetected. As she began to erect the tent, moving the expanding metal rods and tough, industrial string through the various pores of the tarp, her mind wandered back to the grueling process that had led her to the island she had been fascinated with since childhood. Maps of ‘Okidaitōjima’ had covered the walls in her bedroom ever since she was twelve. Previously known as ‘Rasa Island’ but also known as ‘Abreojos’ by its Spanish discoverer Bernardo de la Torre, who had become all too familiar with its perilously shallow surrounding shores, it was not the geography or its history that fascinated Janet. For thousands of years, the Japanese islanders who inhabited the Okinawa Islands held the island as sacred and forbidden to set foot upon. Untouched by humanity for hundreds of years, the island was rumored to be home to the only known species of intelligent, anthropomorphic foxes. Only recently had satellite imagery confirmed that the island was, in fact, inhabited. Changes in the island’s landscape and blurry images supplied by the satellite’s imagery suggested that there was indeed a primitive presence on the island. Janet still remembered the moment she had first viewed the low resolution pictures of erected watch towers and small huts, covered in leafy green vines and appearing almost as if they had been grown out of the forest into a desired shape. She had almost spat out her morning coffee when, unnoticed by her colleagues, a suspiciously orange shape appeared to be perched neatly in one of the towers. She had kept this observation to herself of course. Janet knew that if she founded her request to her university’s funding committee based on what most considered to be Japanese folklore she would be laughed out of the conference room. Persuading the Japanese government to lift the sanctions protecting the island’s shores from visitors of any kind was no easy task either. After several months of back and forth, Janet had opened her office mailbox to the welcome sight of a red envelope addressed to her personally. Inside of it, she was greeted with a letter proudly marked with the logo of the Japanese embassy. Not only had she been granted a researcher’s visa, but she would become the very first civilized human being to study the island’s inhabitants. Janet had gotten her chance, a childhood dream to prove to the world that lateral sentient evolution had occurred in other mammalian species. With any luck, after collecting enough evidence to make her claim undisprovable, she would begin a new career as the world’s first and leading anthropomorphologist. Janet regarded her handiwork, noting with a sense of self-satisfaction that her practice at home had paid off. From afar, the tent she had just constructed appeared indistinguishable from the surrounding jungle flora. In fact, she thought to herself, I’ll have to take careful note of its surrounding landmarks if I’m to find it again… After taking a moment to carefully study her immediate area, noting a particularly mossy boulder only a few feet away from her camp, she turned her gaze over to the metal and plastic watercraft she had arrived in. Its exterior had been painted a dull gray with a motley of military green intermixed with its rather unappealing color scheme. Despite having been designed to match the surrounding jungle, the glossy waterproofing it had been covered with caught the sun in a dazzling reflection. Janet made her way towards the boat, nervously glancing behind her shoulder at the looming watchtowers that just poked over the canopy of the jungle behind her. I really hope they haven’t been looking in this direction for the past hour… Stretching her arms above her head and behind her back as she strode purposefully towards the craft, she limbered herself up in preparation for a grueling haul towards the jungle’s edge. With several undignified grunts of effort and a lot of panting later, Janet was grateful to find that after pulling the boat onto the looser, dryer sand her efforts became significantly less labored. Half an hour later, Janet stood with her arms on her hips as she squinted hard at the boat, which was now concealed under a hefty amount of fallen branches and leaves. Sure… If you look at it long enough you’ll notice something is amiss… But that’s only if you expect to see something out of place. Contenting herself with the thought that after a day or two worth of tropical jungle rainfall the hidden boat would sink more organically into its surroundings, Janet waded through the sand back towards her tent. After a few minutes of anxiously scanning the jungle, her eyes alighted on the boulder she had set as her landmark and soon enough she was crawling inside of her makeshift abode. It was getting late, the sun began to cast the western part of the island with rosier hues, shifting from its lustrous, daytime yellow to a soft, warm red. The inside of her tent was growing darker at a much faster rate than the beach outside, so Janet quickly prepared her evening meal with what little light she had left. She opened one of the bento boxes she had purchased at the harbor, knowing she would have to savor the first few meals on the island as she went through her fresh rations before she would have to resort to eating dried food, and the few canned goods she had brought alone that would have to be consumed cold. Looking up, she took a minute to meditate before she dug in. I actually made it… Too concerned with ensuring that her base of operations was set up quickly and undetected, Janet had not allowed herself a moment to truly let the enormity of where she was impact her fully. She was on ‘the Isle of Foxes,’ the very one that her father had read to her when she was just a little girl. A giddy expression spread across her face as she looked down at her meal, shaking her head in jubilant disbelief. She had done it, years of university with her nose stuck in dusty books followed by a delicate campaign to convince a sovereign nation to allow her to set foot on one of their sacred islands. And she had managed to accomplish it all. Janet Parker did her best to compose herself then, not wanting to let her sense of victory and relief become premature. She still had a job to do, after all. With any luck, she would be able to use the week’s worth of time her limited supplies allowed her to glean enough data from the island’s inhabitants to serve as a milestone for the entire field of anthropology. Reaching forward, the young researcher undid one of the flaps of her tent to reveal the setting sun, gently descending down into the giant ocean pool beneath it. That day’s sunset serving as her evening meal’s entertainment, Janet took her time slowly picking up clumps of rice and pieces of pork dumpling with her chopsticks. The last hints of the sun had just barely disappeared beneath the horizon when she finished. Shrugging off her travel ware, Janet stripped down into her underwear before nestling herself into her sleeping bag. The inside of the tent was a little warm for her comfort, but she knew better than to fall asleep exposed to the elements. The temperature would drop quickly, and she would not have her dream field expedition burdened by a head cold. Janet allowed her eyelids to grow heavy, taking in slow, deep breaths as she calmed herself down to further expedite the onset of sleep. It was difficult at first, her mind was a whirl with the following day’s duties and plans. But eventually, she found herself nodding off, the muffled sounds of jungle insects and nightlife creeping into her dreams as she dozed off into a tired, deep slumber. ⤐ ⬷ Janet crept through the jungle foliage at a crouch. Every dozen steps or so, she would glance around furtively in the canopy above before slowly standing up to locate the beaten path she was trailing. The explorer had to take care to not walk on any of the jungle paths, as the likelihood of discovery by one of the island’s inhabitants taking the same path was too much to risk. This made the going very slow, as Janet had to take time to not only maneuver around obstacles such as gnarled roots or dense vegetation, but she had to do so without making too much noise or damaging the plants. This proved more challenging than she had originally anticipated, and sweat beaded her brow as the morning slowly shifted into afternoon, the island’s temperature rising as the sun continued to bombard it with summer’s radiation. As she ventured through, Janet’s eyes alighted on the various dried grass and wooden effigies that stood erected in the trees above, or swinging gently from a motley of vines like marionette puppets. Janet keenly noted that each of the wooden figurines appeared each to sport a distinct set of pointed ears at the top of their heads. This fact alone restirred the excitement of the butterflies inside of Janet’s stomach. Still, despite the discomfort and slow traversing, Janet knew she was making progress. Her nostrils had caught a whiff of smoke, telling her that she must be getting closer to the primitive encampment. The smell of cooked fish and a strange, pungent herb had accompanied the woodsmoke. They must be good trappers… There haven’t been any reports of seeing them in the waters… Janet reflected to herself, inching her around an overturned log. Eager to see for herself, the anthropologist stopped as she spotted the back wall of one of the huts about a hundred meters away from her. Walking towards the village on the ground was far too dangerous, and Janet glanced around the surrounding trees as she decided that now would be a perfect time to execute phase two of her covert observation plan. She stretched once more, recalling the advice of her acrobatics instructor from her youth as she assessed which tree would be easiest for her to scale. Her gaze settled on a particularly large looking tree, covered in a dense blanket of vines and moss that would serve well for gripholds and traction. With a muffled grunt, Janet grabbed the nearest vine and hoisted herself up, her ankles gripping the leafy rope tightly as she began to ascend. One hand over another, Janet felt the excitement of the ascent course through her, quickly replacing the idle boredom of having to slowly sneak through the tropical forest. Janet reached for the branch above her, her knuckles turning white as her fingers gripped the aged bark enough to support her entire weight. Grabbing onto another part of the same branch with her other hand, she felt her grip loosen as her heart skipped a beat. Bits of decayed bark fell down to the forest floor below as she swayed precariously, holding on with only four of her fingers; the foliage below appeared dangerously far beneath her. She gasped, only just barely stifling the yell of fright that had welled up in her chest as she remembered where she was and what she was doing. Silently, her face contorted into a pained expression of effort and desperation. She swung herself from side to side, before reaching up and grabbing the branch once more with her other hand. To her relief, the wood held, and bit by bit she was able to haul herself up until she kneeled safely on the tree’s rigid bough. Janet took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving as her nerves calmed themselves down from the fight or flight response. Trying not to think about the fact that she had almost plummeted to her death, Janet quickly shuffled along the branch and began to make her way slowly through the canopy in the direction of the primitive village. A quarter of an hour later, she had closed the hundred meter distance. The smell of cooking fires and sizzling meat now punctuated the air, causing Janet’s mouth to water. Whatever the island’s inhabitants were cooking up, it smelled delicious. The anthropologist almost regretted having to conduct the research undetected, as she would have loved in that moment to break bread with the cooks of the island. She could now hear muffled voices, remarkably high-pitched for a collection of human primitives. Janet did her best to control her breath, her vision still obstructed by the large hut in front of her. She would have to creep along the branch, and do her best to glean what she could from the leafy canopy above. Janet’s right hand crept slowly into her satchel, ruffling around its contents until her fingers came into contact with the cool metal of her camera. Quietly, she took it out of her bag. She was about to begin a slow, methodical crawl across the tree’s branch when she heard the distinct sound of rustling leaves to her left. Before she could react, a voice that sounded like a squeaky child’s inquiry almost caused her to fall out of the tree in surprise. Janet’s head whipped around towards the source of the voice. Her jaw dropped open, her eyes growing wide as she beheld the sight in front of her. Standing on two paws at roughly a meter in height, with a blood orange colored fur coat, was a fox.
  3. From the album: Jailor Eckman's (Fluffier) Hoard

    Prompt: "She's peeing herself because she... is out on an autumn stroll!" Ok, not quite peeing herself, but man was she close! For resident bad wolf girl Holly, that means she's using up one of her two precious pees allowed for the entire day! That's the deal for all of November... Oh, and no roll-overs, either --- only one pee on one day doesn't mean she gets three the next; that'd just be silly! She's also gotta get those eight bowls of water a day, too... The nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon! So if you think it's absolutely ridiculous for a wolf to be wearing clothing (hey, who could blame you?), please consider checking it out!
  4. So, yes, I know, I'm unreliable when it comes to interactive stories. But hey, I figured I'd try one out, see how it goes. 🤷‍♂️ So basically my idea here is, a dog girl has been told by her new master, in no uncertain terms, to ask him when she has to use the bathroom. So what happens when he's out of the house? :3 Well, I'm set to explore that concept. Your first job is to determine a couple of things. What will the doggirl's age be? (Minimum 18, since she will be naked for at least the beginning of the story, possibly a lot longer. xP) Second, how long will the master be out? (A day? 3 days? A week? A couple weeks? Up to you. :p) Third, how does our little miss doggo look? Is she full-on furry, or does she just have dog ears and a tail? Fourth, her bladder capacity: Is it gigantic, tiny, or somewhere in between? And finally, what season is it? If it's summer she may try going out of the house, where she'd be tempted by the grass, hydrants, etc. If it's winter, it'd be cold, which would make her urge even worse, and she'd be a lot less tempted to go outside because it's so cold, so she'd need to stay inside and therefore be kept desperate. :3 Spring and Autumn are just less-extreme versions of those. 😛 One thing to keep in mind, this will be a story of extreme desperation, so she may not wet for a while. If you're here for a lot of wettings, then I'm afraid that's not what I'm offering. So, just let me know your choices for 1-5, and I promise the next one will not be so involved. Thanks! 🙂 Buzz buzz! 😄
  5. Rvlis

    Potty Break~

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Gotta be responsible and take your pets out for a morning walk :P
  6. Should have just done one of these threads the first time. I have a couple of stories I've been trying to touch up, and they never really have follow ups. Most of them are Omorashi, as I know the messing audience is much smaller. This first story though is definitely a messing story, with a very explicit sex scene involved after the clean up. I'll leave a mark in there for that for people who want to skip it. -------------------------------------- M'ow by FUBOT Pet play, desperation, messing, FxM sex. Callie didn’t know what she thought she was going to accomplish. She was sitting in the lobby of Long Run Entertainment, surrounded by comfortable black chairs, reflective metal tables, and pictures of television and music stars from all around the world. Her stomach was tied in knots, her skin felt a little sweaty, and she couldn’t stop tapping her toes in the heels she felt ridiculous for wearing. A few days ago she saw an ad online for a ‘Receptionist/Assistant’ position. It didn’t say what company she would be working for at the time, but the job description sounded simple, ‘send and receive calls, organize notes and schedule.’ Usually she tried to work office jobs with actual room for growth, but the pay was at least three times higher than any job she would be able to get even with a few years experience, and this one still had ‘room for constant raises based on performance.’ Sheila talked her into taking the chance. Callie got a call back from a man with a smooth and deep voice, and after a quick google search to be sure she realized her interview was with the media mogul Doc Sam. The empty lobby echoed with Callie’s shoe taps. The room had a low table with a cheese platter and water. She didn’t want cheese, she didn’t want to eat at all before going into an interview, but if she landed this job she was going to be the assistant to a man who produced or directed more hits than she had even had jobs, or years in her life. It made her feel silly in her black business skirt and blouse. It was Sheila’s idea, to ‘gussy’ up a little. Now she felt flirty when she was sure Doc Sam had enough beautiful women in his life, like models and pop stars, that her square ass was going to get laughed at. Callie clutched her folder with her resume and references, and popped a few more squares of cheese into her mouth. The main door in the room groaned open, and she looked up and saw a Black skinned man with a parted fade, a well fitting White suit with gold highlights including the tie, and white shades. He looked like he was heading to a music video. “You must be Callie was it?” He said with an expression that only tightened Callie’s stomach further. She nodded and stood, almost tipping on her heels. She put a hand out, and Doc Sam walked up, grabbed it like a knight, and kissed the back while looking down at her over his shades. It made her feel small, and he was definitely taller than her by some bit. It also felt a little, silly, but so cool! “Talk about a shorty.” Callie’s words caught in her throat. Was he looking her over? Maybe she wasn’t dressed up enough after all. Of course, this was a little unprofessional. “Resume?” He said after letting go of her hand. The mood changed. His shades were still turned on her, but suddenly she remembered this was an interview. She handed her resume over, and he ran a slow finger down it. “You got your education, good on you,” Doc said. Callie swallowed, “Thank you.” “Course, most people do these days.” He said with a twist of his lips that dashed the small compliment, “Why’d you go for business?” Any answer Callie would have had, leaped from the cliff of her mind and splashed across the rocks below, “I, well. When I was in advising I… uhm.” Doc moved the resume aside, and looked directly at her. Callie’s stomach gurgled loud enough she was afraid Doc would hear it echo in the room. It was probably the stress, or that big celebration dinner she had with Sheila the night before, but eating a bunch of cheese definitely wouldn’t help. Either way, Doc’s eyes felt like they were squeezing her bowels directly, and Callie found herself clenching up more in fear than out of any actual necessity. He grinned, showing one gold tooth, “You wanted paper right? Be real.” She gave a nervous chuckle, “Yeah. I mean, I thought I’d start my own business, doing… something.” “I know that feel, real. That got me here, you know. Everybody thinks it just falls in your lap, or you have to be some kind of dopeman. I worked for this, ran this,” Doc pointed toward the walls, all the pictures, records, “You gotta do it right until it is just right, right? Always do life like a business, always.” Callie nodded. It was actually wise, and for a minute she felt bad that she didn’t expect him to have anything wise to say. When she looked into Doc Sam, she saw a man who was in the background of hip hop music videos, with models in bikinis hanging off of him while he made it rain. But he was a businessman, a highly successful one at that. Doc sat down in one of the lobby chairs, and Callie followed him over and sat across from him, making sure to cross her legs. The pressure the knee length skirt put on her stomach gave her a distant reminder that after this she would have to ask for a bathroom. Though to be honest she would probably go to a fast food place nearby instead of leaving anything solid at a new employer’s office. “Before we start, got anything for me?” Doc asked before reaching in and grabbing a cube of cheese. Callie instinctively did the same, saying, “Well…” before popping it in her mouth to get time to think. Doc watched her chew. She started to feel red hot. When she swallowed she thought she had something. “What do you usually look for in a receptionist?” “Assistant,” Doc corrected, “Don’t worry ‘bout what the title said. I don’t need some girl on phones all day. That was the problem with my last girl, she was feelin’ herself too much and thought she was getting paid to have a tight ass and clean her nails.” He left it at that, and Callie nodded. So she was here because he wanted someone productive, actually helpful, organized. She would actually be organizing and making moves for someone as big as Doc Sam. The idea made her stomach gurgle again. She tightened her rear, and shifted to make the sensation go away. Then she grabbed another cube of cheese and popped it in her mouth. “Now, what made you still come after seeing who I was?” Doc asked, a small smile on his face. His voice was heavy and dark, and despite her attempt to focus on the interview itself, she realized she couldn’t help but feel that he was flirting a little. Maybe with a voice like his, he couldn’t help himself. Callie leaned forward, regretted the motion, then sat back, “Well, I had to take the chance, right? I have the experience. Only thing I was afraid of was if I had the right look to work in Doc Sam’s office. I’m not exactly the pretty woman in tall heels from a music video.” Doc let out a long deep laugh that echoed in the room. It was long enough that Callie started to laugh with him as he took off his shades and dried his eyes. Doc stood up and pointed toward the door to his office. “Like I said, I need a real assistant, not a model.” Callie stood and took the lead walking through the doors. She could feel Doc’s eyes on her as they walked. “Though,” He said, “Some of you thick girls be underestimating yourselves.” She turned bright red, was he looking at her butt as she walked? Even the idea was embarrassing. When she put the skirt on she felt like her butt was so round it could mount a shelf. Now she had an entertainer making not-so-subtle comments. As they got into the office, Callie first noticed the beautiful design. It was a white tile floor with a black desk at the head of the room with a large painting of the city behind it. The chairs on both sides looked so soft that Callie was afraid she was going to sit down and drown in the white cushions. Second was the smell. It smelled, well, like shit. Callie tried not to react, but she knew she stopped for a moment as the smell struck her. “Sorry about that,” Doc said as he passed her and went behind his desk, “I was hoping Fuzz’s litter would do some work before we got back here again.” Callie looked and realized that to the side of the room was an open top kitty litter box with a freshly covered production sitting in the center. Now she could smell the mix of deodorant with the scent. Fuzz, a white cat with blue eyes, meowed loudly and jumped on the desk. The cat was beautiful. “Aww,” Callie said, “A stinky little girl, aren’t you?” She said with her hand out. The cat went to her fingers, licked at them, and then rubbed her head against her hand. “Well look at that,” Doc said, “She likes other cats, but she hates women.” Callie smiled and sat down. Just as she worried, the chair was so soft that while it supported her body well, it didn’t feel like she was pressed against anything. It was like being propped up in a bean bag chair. “Okay,” Doc said, “Time to get serious. The position requires a lot of work, I mean a lot. Long hours, a ton to do, and not a lot of room for mistakes. Can you handle that?” The fun time was over. Callie straightened up as best she could in the chair. “Well my job experience…” She started to go down her resume, listing all the different times she had difficult work to do, and when the pressure was on and she didn’t have room for mistakes. As she was talking, her stomach gurgled again. She shifted to dismiss it once more, but this time, her stomach shifted in kind, and her skin prickled as she felt a familiar pressure at her exit. It was that signal that made you jump out of bed, or finally raise your hand in class. The final warning from her waste that it was hard, realized, and waiting to be evacuated. Callie took a deep breath, reminded herself the interview was already underway, and clenched down. “Okay, you have the experience, but what promises do I have that when the pressure is on, you’ll make the right move? You’ll have access to a lot of my shit, I can’t have you mess this one up baby girl.” It was a good point. Callie nodded. “I know why you’re worried, but I have an idea of what to do in positions like this…” While it was a lie, she went on to talk about other jobs that gave her high profile missions that ended in success. It was the best she could do without working other assistant jobs. “And how you think your schooling’ll help here?” Doc asked as he looked at her resume again. She took the chance to try to shift harder against the chair. Her stomach gurgled and it felt like the pressure mounted. Her body wanted to be done with this, and seated on a white throne. She was squeezing hard, but it felt like bit by bit, her muscles were weakening. She could hold for now, but sweat was starting on her brow, and her thighs were squeezed tight. For a moment she thought about asking him if they could stop for a moment. Then she looked at Doc’s serious face, thought about his previous experience with assistants worried about their looks. What would she look like taking a quick ‘powder’ break? The job would be out the window. “Well,” Callie started. Then a loud gurgle shut her up, and she stopped to bite her lip and squeeze her lower body tight. She didn’t expect the sudden ramp in pressure, but it subsided immediately. “I think it is like you said. We have to run our life like a business. That means doing what needs to be done, taking the right risks, and getting the best profit that will help us build up and move forward. It isn’t always about that money, right? Sometimes, it is about the money that makes more money. Or in this case, the good ideas that lead to more opportunities.” Doc looked back up at her, and nodded. “References?” She leaned forward, letting out a sharp breath as she waited for him to lean forward and grab the paper from her. He started to read over them, but she knew there was no one on there he would know. Then there was a ring on the phone that broke the silence in the room. Doc frowned, “I should have you answer this,” He said with a dark chuckle before picking it up. “Yeah? Yeah you got it. Right now? I’m busy. I said I’m busy! What you mean? Fine, okay. She more patient than you at least, hold still I’ll be there.” He put the phone down, “Shit.” he cursed. “Something wrong?” Callie said, with slight hope the interview would be cut short. She had given her answers, now he could let her go, and then she could just hear his answer another day. He nodded, “Contractors. They’re working downstairs, and fucked up. I have to talk to their boss down there for a little bit. Hold tight, I’m not done with you yet.” He stood up and headed out of the office. “Sir,” Callie began, “Doc…” He stopped beside her, and Callie could feel a bead of sweat slide down her face as his gaze squeezed on her gut again. This time the effect was devastating, stopping her breath as she fought the suddenly real threat of the solid mess escaping past her sordid ring. “Stay put, got it?” He said, “You’re doing good.” Callie swallowed, and nodded. Then Doc left the office and closed the door behind him. She moved in her seat. With the distraction of talking gone, Callie realized exactly how bad her situation was. Her whole lower body was dedicated to keeping her surprise log in place, and without some relief soon, she was at risk of leaving Doc Sam a little present to go along with her interview. The idea was mortifying. Unfortunately, her imagination went to work visualizing the brown rock left on his perfect white chairs, her in tears, him shouting at her to get out. Her stomach squeezed, and she could feel it moving further, feel her anus start to bloom. Callie took rapid breaths, squeezed down, and it slipped back in. There was no better realization this was real, as Doc would put it. If it got worse, she was going to lose control of it. It wasn’t a matter of minutes, she was counting in seconds now. It didn’t help that Fuzz’s odor made the room smell like she had already failed. She looked at the cat, who was staring at her from her perch over by the litter box. Callie shifted back and forth, but the chair had no solid base. She was sure she could have a full mess, and the chair would give way and let everything flow without obstruction. Wonderful design betraying her current mission. Another wave of pressure, and Callie grunted in concentration. Her rear opened once more, and as she squeezed she felt it freeze in place. But, unlike before, it didn’t slide back. Her eyes popped wide. No matter how hard she squeezed, it was at an impasse. If she released her pressure, it was going to move forward. It was insistent, wide, painful. Callie wasn’t even wearing full panties. The small string between her cheeks was going to do nothing to stop the mess, her skirt would be filled in mere moments if she didn’t find an out. “No, no no,” Callie whispered. She pressed harder, thought about the job, thought about her future. Slowly, the turd retreated just far enough for her to breath. It was now or never. She had to run to the restroom. Of course now, she wasn’t sure she would even make it. Plus, if Doc returned while she was gone, she was done. Of course, if he returned and she had shat herself, it was also over. Callie stood, and the pressure moved again. Her stomach gurgled, and Callie knew that the fuse was lit. When her brown ring opened again, it would not close. She looked to the door, but something stopped her from moving there. Now, with Doc’s words, with this chance to make a connection, she didn’t want to lose this. She had to make it work, she had to be here when he came back from the contractors. Then a terrible thought entered her mind. Callie looked to the side of the room, to the litter box. Even as she told herself hell no, she was already walking over to it, bunching up her skirt. “This is stupid Callie, stupid, idiotic, childish. It’ll never work, oh god and it's embarrassing.” But her panties were sliding down, and so was her mess. She stopped and clenched as she was standing beside the litter box, hoping that maybe a new success in holding would give her more options, but she felt her dark star warble and then immediately open for the brown monster. Callie gasped, and then squatted over the litter box. Her face flushed red, and she almost closed her eyes. But as soon as she took the position she realized her bladder was ready to join in her humiliation. Callie went to her knees, on each side of the cat box. She took deep breaths, but it was out of her hands. A tear came to her eye, and the knobbed rod of waste pushed past her cheeks. It made some length out before it stopped, too wide to get through on its own, despite being so large that it couldn’t be contained. So Callie was going to have to push, to make her feel even worse about her situation. She pressed down, and with the added pressure she could feel the wide point start to press out, and the extreme relief spin through her body. A jet of piss splashed out and hit the sand, leaving a dark spot before the rest spilled out as a long and loud stream. Callie let out a moan of relief, and covered her face with one hand to hide from the sudden pleasure washing over her. She pushed it far out of her mind, but as the turd escaped her cheeks, she felt a slight shudder through her body. Her bladder continued to void for a few more seconds, but Callie was already letting out long heavy breaths. Callie pressed once more, and a small little nugget pressed out, renewing the pleasure of relief for a moment before it also fell to the sand. Then Callie stood once more. She looked in her purse, found a tissue, and wiped herself before balling it up and hiding it there again. She looked down at her mess, and got so red she could barely see. It stuck out. There was no chance anyone thought it was the work of a cat. Well, Fuzz did have a big load right next to it, but she knew she was doomed. Callie leaned down and shifted around the litter with her fingers until the turd was covered. The smell hit her, mixing in with Fuzz’s earlier work. Callie bit back the tears of defeat, pulled up her panties, and went back to her seat. It was a minute before Doc returned, and the smell stopped him in place. “Damn Fuzz,” He said, “Again?” He walked over to the litter box, looked down, and shook his head, “I’m changing that cat’s diet.” Callie was beet red, but tried to stay calm. “I’m sorry beautiful,” Doc said as he went back to his desk, “This is going to take longer than I thought. I read over your references while on the elevator. I’m going to let you go today, let you get back to being you, and I’ll give you a call, okay?” Callie nodded. Doc walked over, took her hand, and give it another kiss, “You get on out of here.” If it wasn’t for her heels, she would have ran. But she didn’t, instead she got in the elevator and cried. But, he didn’t say anything. Maybe, somehow, he thought Fuzz actually did it. It was terrifying, but she might have gotten away with doing the impossible right in her prospective boss’s office. She couldn’t sleep that night. Or the next day. The possibility of a call fought with the idea that there was no way someone like Doc Sam would hire a nobody like her anyway. Then, her cell phone rang while she was at home eating breakfast. “This is Doc Sam.” “Yes?” Callie said with a gasp. “Callie, I need you to put on that nice little outfit you had on, and come on in for your first day tomorrow. Can you do that for me?” Callie almost screamed in his ear there on the phone, but she contained herself… better than before. “Yes, of course, yes. Thank you so much sir.” “Don’t think about it. M’ow, Doc out.” Callie’s eyebrow lifted. She wasn’t perfect with hip hop lingo, but she didn’t know what m’ow meant. It was almost like a cool guy meowing, which only raised more questions. The next day, Callie showed up for work to an empty lobby again. She was thankful Doc was setting days aside as best he could for her. The idea of meeting famous people when she didn’t even know what she was doing, terrified her. She went straight into his office, and found the same scene as before. Though at least this time, Fuzz had spared her the smell. “There you are girl,” Doc said as he stood up, “You ready to work?” She nodded, “Yes, thanks so much for this.” “Don’t thank me just yet,” He said with a smile. He lead her out to the lobby, and they went to the small desk off to the side. It was clear now, but had a computer, file cabinet, and the rest she would need. “Go ahead and take a seat, let me run you through it.” She smiled, “Got it.” “Ah, wait, but first, I almost forgot a little gift for you.” A gift? He was rich after all, was she going to get showered with gifts while she worked? He opened the drawer on the desk, and pulled out a pair of black cat ears. They looked thick, heavier than just some ornament. “Oh?” Callie said, feeling a sudden knot in her stomach. Doc hit a little switch on the ears, and they suddenly twisted into position, “Had to go pick these up. You ever seen them? They read your scalp for emotions, and twist to match your mood. Go ahead and put it on.” Callie was sweating now. “Are you sure? I mean, is this good to have on during work?” Doc chuckled, “Go ahead, they’ll look cute on you.” The complement helped, but it didn’t get rid of the mounting fear. It only added to the mixed sensations. It was a bad feeling to hope your boss was just a weirdo. If this was what she thought, her life was over. She slid the ears on, and looked in the reflection of the monitor. Right away the ears flattened on the headset. “Hey, don’t be nervous,” He said putting a hand on her shoulder, “You’ve got this.” Butterflies erupted in her stomach. It was cool, actually cute, but not making her feel any better about the emerging situation. “Doc,” Callie began. “While you’ve got them on, why don’t you meow for me,” Doc said in a smooth tone, “You know, m’ow.” Callie stiffened. He knew, that was it. There was no other way around it. She had humiliated herself, and now Doc dragged her back in here to punish her before kicking her back on the curb. “Sir,” She suddenly gasped out, “I can explain, I was suddenly feeling ill and I didn’t want to lose-” Doc put a finger to her mouth and she slowly fell to silence. “Don’t worry about it,” Doc said as he leaned over her shoulder, “Don’t say a thing. I’m not mad, far from it. You’re smart, you’re going to be good at this, and you’re unique. A thick little shorty like you, doing something freaky like that, no way I’m letting you go anywhere. You’re going to be working for me for a long time girl.” Callie’s face went full red, and as he called her a freak the tingle in her stomach started a migration South. She didn’t know what to think of it, besides being afraid. “So,” Doc said, “Just meow.” Callie shivered, “Meow.” He chuckled, “You can do better than that.” She could. She put her hands on the desk, took a deep breath, “Meeow.” He squeezed her arm, “Good girl. Get familiar with your computer, change the login and shit. There’s one more gift in your desk. When you put that on, you’ve got the job, and everything that comes with it. Come see me in my office when you agree.” With that, he walked back to his office, and closed the door behind him. Callie didn’t want to look. So instead she went over the notes on the computer, looked at her connections to his schedule, saw that she could see all of his contacts and appointments. The list was massive, and she felt the ears flatten out again as she grew nervous. The ears telling her how she felt was a little silly, but at once she kind of liked it. She got to the point that she was scared, but she had the feeling she could do this. She could do the work he wanted. The secretary work was easy, it was going to be coordinating his life that would be hard. But the money and experience meant it was worth the risk. All she needed to know was what was in the desk. She opened the drawer, and saw a long black furry cat tail. Callie pulled it out, and saw a switch on it. When she hit it, the cat tail twitched, and as she felt the ears move in alarm, the cat tail straightened out like a cat that was shocked. It was reacting to her emotions too. Except Callie looked at the end that attached to her, and her ears flattened out again before the tail drooped in her hand. Ten minutes later, Callie opened the door to Doc’s office. Her tail swished back and forth as she walked over to Doc’s desk. “I see you want the position,” Doc said with a satisfied nod, “That’s a good girl.” Callie didn’t want her tail to sway in satisfaction, but she could feel it do just that. With the plug end slid into her anus, thanks to the help of a little lube also in the desk, there was no way she could miss any motion the tail made. Every motion sent small thrills up her spine, gave her the odd sensation of vibration and fullness. Callie smiled, “I looked over your notes, this is a job I can do, and well.” Doc stood up and walked over to her side of the desk with a smile on his face, “Good. I need your skill baby girl. All this is just a bonus, remember that. I’m no pimp, you can take it all off any time.” Her ears perked up, he wasn’t going to blackmail her? It was kind of a surprise. She could just work this great job, and not worry about being forced into some man’s weird roleplay scenario. That was wonderful! She felt Doc’s hand on her lower back, and her ears popped back to an alert state. She didn’t even notice him move closer. He gave her long comforting scratches down her back. She was almost mad at how silly the motion was, but it was also oddly intimate, and it made her instinctively sway in place. Her tail responded in kind. “You like that huh girl?” He said, “Callie the Calico. All black and white. I knew there was a reason Fuzz liked you.” Callie turned red, and her ears shifted again as she took a step back. Doc smiled, “Sorry, sorry. Look, you can go back to working. If you have any questions, let me know. I’mma have you call a few people today to get you used to it, and answer the phone if anything comes in, got it?” She nodded, “Yes Doc. Thanks again, by the way.” She walked back to her desk, closing the door to the lobby behind her. She could go and take out the stupid plug tail, zip her skirt up right again, and work like an adult. This whole affair was ridiculous. She wasn’t a pervert, she just needed to use the bathroom, she had an accident! How could Doc think she wanted this? Callie sat down in a huff, and got to work. She made a few calls, did some planning and set the computer how she wanted. The whole time her ears let her know, she was a little pissed. But she wasn’t sure what she was mad about. She just knew she was in a bad mood. She stopped working for a moment, and shifted in her seat. The trickle of excitement from earlier returned with the motion, but then the bleakness of her mindset, the idea this all couldn’t happen this way, swarmed out again. There was no way she could be a secretary and a pet. Then she thought about Doc’s words again. More so, she thought about her response to his words. Life was a business. It meant making good decisions, and turning those into more good decisions. She had to take chances, and make risk into something wonderful. Callie creaked open the door to Doc’s office. He looked up, “You need something?” She didn’t respond. Instead she tip-toed over to his desk, while Doc watched her with a raised eyebrow. Callie saddled up beside him, and after a deep breath, rubbed her cheek along his shoulder. Doc’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. Callie was sure now. She didn’t know what to expect, but she knew what she wanted to try. She laid on her back, across Doc’s lap. “Damn girl,” Doc said, “I already told you I’m busy.” She ignored him, and wriggled in place. Doc looked down at her, then his hand came out and touched the small bit of exposed flesh at her stomach. His warm hands rubbed up her stomach, sliding beneath her shirt as it made small circles. “You just want a tummy rub, huh?” Doc asked. Callie gave a small grumble of satisfaction as he gave her small rubs and scratches on her stomach. She could feel her tail swishing, her ears reacting. It felt good, it was pure attention. On a whim, she got him to drop everything to satisfy her. He kept rubbing, and Callie closed her eyes. Her small grumbles became little groans of relief. She blushed when she realized she was kind of purring. “Damn,” Doc whispered. She opened her eyes and realized his shades were down and his eyes were locked on hers. It wasn’t a look you gave your cat, it was a look of longing. --- Sexy time below --- “Get up,” He commanded, and Callie stood without question. He stood as well and took her by the arm, pushed her chest first over his desk. “Sir,” Callie gasped. He unzipped her skirt the rest of the way, started to pull it down just enough to get it out of the way. Her panties were back at her desk. His fingers gripped her lower lips, and her back straightened, her tail responding by arcing. His fingers slid along her private region, and she grew hotter as she realized how wet she was at his touch. There was no denying it, she was the pervert, this whole situation was getting her excited. Doc’s finger slid over her, ran along each outer lip, ran along the inside of her thigh up to her mound. She shivered at the touch, at the idea. He pressed his body against her, and she could feel the bulge in his pants. It was like an animalistic warning. Her last chance to say something. Her tail stayed arced in the air, and she shifted her butt. Doc’s finger slid in, and Callie let out a little gasp of pleasure. He slid in, and out, more testing than ravaging. She watched the wall of the office, tried to contain the small puff of pleasure when a second finger joined in. His other hand ran over her bottom, squeezed the plump flesh. “What a sweet little pussy,” Doc said as she could hear his pants unzip. Callie grinned in anticipation. She could feel the heat before he made contact, then twitched as his head made contact, pressed in, sank deep. A moan escaped her lips. Between him, and the tail plug, he had her filled completely. Doc pushed in, pressed as deep as he could before retreating, and Callie sighed with a relief she didn’t know was available. As he began his motion, her whole body was swimming with different reactions. The ears shifted between emotions, the fear, the excitement, the anticipation, the growls of aggression. He was massive, impressively so, and his hands gripped her as her lower lips gripped him. As he drove into her, she could feel the return of that twinkle of excitement from earlier. Now it had grown into something impressive, lurking beneath the surface of the splashing waves of joy. As he pressed her hard against the desk, driving into her from behind, the waves crashed higher, and stronger. As he leaned into her and held her arms down to the desk, Callie could feel that something special threatening to breach the waves. There was a sound bouncing in the room, and for a moment Callie thought Fuzz was making noise in reaction to their sudden intimacy. But she realized it was her, Doc’s every thrust eliciting a vibrant moan that shook her to her core, made her legs move in desperation to press back into him. His thrusts were growing stronger now, pressing deeper, filling her more as he seemed to be expanding. She pressed back matching his rhythm, each impact slapping loudly in the office, the head of her climax peeking over the water. Her toes curled as it released, a long gasping moan filling the room as her whole body tightened around him, tried to grip him tight to her. Her mind was filled with the beautiful moment of lust, her hands squeezing into fists. “Damn Callie,” Doc growled. As she fell to the other side she felt him pull out, then his warm shots of seed spilling across her rear. They both collapsed into sighs of relief. She laid there on his desk for a moment, her tail swishing in satisfaction. It was unfortunate, but common, that after that beautiful moment she felt the need to take a quick trip to the restroom for a whizz. She got up, kicked her skirt off her feet, and started out of the office. There were no appointments today, she didn’t need to worry about walking around in the nude. --- Sexy time ends --- “Where you going?” Doc said, almost with a hint of accusation. “Bathroom,” She said, “gotta go, guess I can clean up too.” Doc stood up, “I know that you’re my special cat, but still, pets don’t use toilets.” Callie stopped and turned. Her eyes stopped at his length, growing more flaccid by the second, but then went up to his serious expression. There was a smirk, but she could tell he wasn’t kidding. She looked over and saw a second litter box. This job was going to be interesting.
  7. I love to hold. My maximum is 800ml. But I try to 1 liter. I drink 2 liters of water and do not go to the toilet because my bladder does not start to hurt. I pee, then I drink more water and go to the toilet at the first urge about every 10 minutes. until all the water is out of me, I call it bladder flushing. It all started at school. It was a bitter cold outside, and I went to school in a short skirt. When I got home I noticed that I began to run to the toilet often, the next day my bladder started hurting. I ran to the toilet every 5 minutes with severe cramps. From pain in the bladder. only stimulation of the clitoris helped. I held a warm bottle between my legs, got an orgasm. But the cystitis did not go away for 3 months. There were false urges to use the toilet. I’m already used to living in a toilet. Then they advised a good doctor, the pain disappeared, but the urge remained. Every 30 minutes. I returned to school and everybody began to ask me why I run to the toilet very often. I began to feel embarrassed. And I decided that I would hold. And this helped to return to normal life. There was no inflammation, but I already got used to going to the toilet often.
  8. 167 downloads

    A naked woman engaged in kitty play pees. Enjoy, Rach
    Free
  9. View File Kitty Play Piddle A naked woman engaged in kitty play pees. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/01/2021 Category Female  
  10. © https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/152711?tags=parent%3A140475

  11. © https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/140475?tags=parent%3A140475

  12. Ashi

    Good Pup!

    From the album: Ashi and Zest Omorashi Art

    Artwork by Xywolf Characters belongs to @Ashi and @Zest
  13. Source: https://inkbunny.net/s/260225
  14. Rvlis

    Park Peeing

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    I entirely forgot I had doodled this a while back; It's not a favorite of mine but I s'pose it's better than nothing! ^_^;
  15. Here4theFun

    Puppy 2

    From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    More of poor puppy being tormented !
  16. Here4theFun

    Puppy

    From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    Just some cute Idea I've had for some time .
  17. From the album: Salmon McClearn: Occasional Contributor of Piss Art

    TFW when your friends engage in pissplay at your barbeque while you're just trying to grill (for God's sake).
×
×
  • Create New...