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  1. As a follow on from one of my previous posts trying diapers/nappies for the first time, I thought I'd post some pics of my first experience with pull-ups. I was really impressed with the comfort and discreetness, but I did have a bit of leakage. I don't feel that they fit quite as snug as they should do around my legs. I'm 30-32 inch waist (depending on the day of the week😂) So I opted for medium. I should probably try a few more brands and perhaps some different sizes to get a real feel for them. If anyone has any recommendations, please feel free to share. All the best, Lukey x
  2. I believe that this counts as fiction, otherwise I apologize in advance if this is in the wrong place! Windows | MAC | Linux Support! Hi folks! New project with I think a bit more staying power. Welcome to a general life sim staged in the Diaper Dimension; the perfect excuse for babying/Amazon hijinks! Play as a Little fresh from the portal station simply trying to make it by in a vertically challenging world. Particularly through the way you're perceived, trying to navigate relationships and everyday life, just about everyone and everything is slanted towards keeping you in diapers other than anything else! This is an EARLY ALPHA RELEASE! Specifically Version 0.10 ALPHA! I would wager this as a handful of notches above proof of concept. There's a full day-to-day cycle that allows you to work, get money, buy clothes, diapers, pullups, underwear, etc. And controls allowing you to test the in-game accidents, sleep, check emails, pay your rent, do your workplace activities, and so on! Currently in the process of phasing out pixel artwork. I have fixed many bugs so far, but this newest release is of course likely to have bugs as well! Currently no sound in the game Play as a boy or girl Build a wardrobe of panties, pullups, diapers (Shirts and pants too) Play with your washing machine like it's a toy Browse through your Little-friendly certified Email software Pay your rent on-time and other requests through Little-first payment platform PayMatesTM Work as a sophisticated Data Analysist at a highly regarded data management company in the Diaper Dimension Use the toilet (Or don't!) Meet all kinds of friendly* Amazons! *(Friendly is a subjective term) The game is early in it's infancy and still on its way, but I'm very proud of what's here so far, and what there will continue to be! Please share all your comments, feedback, ideas, issues, and concerns! A full list of patch notes and changes can always be viewed in-game, and seeing as this is the first public release, I won't bother too much with a full log here in this post, and let you read it in-game! Please do give the game a try! Downloads Windows MAC Linux This is the latest release of the game, however if you'd like to show additional support, or gain early access to stories/writings/art unrelated to this project, do consider visiting me on Subscribe Star! This will continue to be a FREE game, however builds at times may reach folks on SS first!
  3. hi everybody! so, which brands have you been liking in 2024? i found the tranquility atn pullups still are as great as ever ten years down the line of using their products, but they really dont have any other styles or prints so they're pretty plain, im curious what folks here like and use and suggest?
  4. Hello All! It's been a while since I've posted a new story, but I'm back with a project I'm very excited about! "You Know What They Do to Girls Like Us in Brighter Days?" is the story of Rei Akiyama, a young girl trying to navigate through life in a near future dystopia where the age of majority has been raised to 28 for girls and regressive behavioral therapy has become popular to help girls adjust to these new laws. The world this story is set in is very strongly inspired by/based on the world building of Alteredstates, so a lot of credit goes to him! For those unfamiliar with Alteredstates, he does world building through ad copy and other cultural artifacts. While you don't need to be familiar with his work to understand and appreciate this story, I strongly recommend you check it out! Not only because it will help you immerse yourself in this world, but also because it's genuinely really good! You can find him on Tumblr, Twitter, and Patreon! Without further ado, I give you the prologue and first two chapters of "You Know What They Do to Girls Like Us in Brighter Days?" Prologue The night of Wednesday, October 4th, 2028, was unseasonably cold in the city of Greenham; snow was in the forecast for the next day in a city that rarely saw a snowflake until at least January. By 7:28PM, there were already flurries dancing through the cold wind that whipped through the dumpsters behind City Hall, where John Bennet, the head of City Hall security, stood with his foot propping open the emergency exit of the east stairwell. He blew out a lungful of smoke as he dropped his cigarette on the pavement below and crushed it beneath his shoe. John was nothing if not a creature of habit; so much so that, if one cared to be so observant, they could predict exactly what time John would take the last smoke break of his shift before he did his final sweep of the building. He would then go home to his shabby apartment. That night, however, was different. That night, John wouldn’t be going home; he would be meeting a 28-year-old girl he had met on the internet. That night, John’s phone rang just as he was about to go back inside. He fished his phone out of his pocket, smiling when he saw his date’s name on the caller ID, and swiped his finger across the screen as he raised the phone to his ear. “Hey, baby girl,” he said, trying to sound smooth, “I can’t wait to see you.” On the other end of the phone, a young-sounding voice poured honeyed words into his ear as he turned and walked back into the building. Another night, under less distracting circumstances, John would have almost certainly noticed that the door never clicked closed behind him, but the telling silence was lost amongst the words that sent his blood pumping. In a bar a few miles away, Edward Cook was ordering a drink for a girl who looked too young to be there. The girl blushed as she slid her ID and emancipation card across the counter at the bartender’s request, brushing her blue hair behind her ear to look coyly at Edward out of the corner of her eye as she did. Edward never even noticed the girl on the other side of him, or her hand as she slipped a hard plastic card at the end of a black lanyard out of his suit jacket pocket. The card, printed with Edward’s picture and the seal of the Office of Juvenile Affairs, disappeared into the girl’s clutch purse as she quietly slipped away from the bar. She checked the time on her phone as she stepped out into the frosty night: 7:34PM. Elsewhere, the number 9 county bus was pulling over for an unscheduled stop due to a disturbance on the bus involving three young girls. The driver, Richard Lawson, broke up the altercation with the help of another passenger and removed the girls from the bus. That taken care of, an exasperated Richard reported the incident to dispatch, who noted the number 9 bus was running ten minutes behind but was resuming his route at 7:47PM. Back at the courthouse, John, having finished his final sweep of the building and found nothing out of the ordinary, put the finishing touches on his security logs for the night and leaned back in his chair, eyes sweeping over the bank of CCTV monitors that showed snapshots of the interior of the courthouse. It was, however, the clock that John was truly focused on, his eyes constantly flicking between it and the monitors. The moment those numbers turned from 7:59 to 8:00PM, John pushed himself out of his chair and jabbed his finger at the button that caused all of the monitors to wink out simultaneously. Had he waited just a minute longer, he might have seen the black garbed figures slip in from the emergency exit in the east stairwell. He could have watched as they crept up that staircase and slipped into second floor hallway. Another camera would have shown the figures slink down the hallway, past the Permits Office and the Office of Parks and Recreation. On a third camera, the figures stopped in front of a frosted glass door with Office of Juvenile Affairs printed across it in thick, black block letters. One of the figures swiped a card by the panel next to the door, the light turned from red to green, and the figures quickly disappeared through the door. Later, security logs would be pulled showing Edward Cook had accessed the office at 8:04PM; the subsequent investigation would find Cook was not guilty of any direct involvement but would still lose his position on the grounds of gross negligence. By 8:15PM, Greenham City Hall was silent and empty. At 8:17PM, the number 9 county bus blew past the empty bus stop at the far end of the City Hall parking lot. On an ordinary night, Richard would typically idle at this station for a few minutes, but he was working hard to make up for lost time. The next few stops were just as empty, which wasn’t unusual for this time of night on a weekday. It was 8:34PM when the bus pulled up to the stop at Greenham Community College, where three girls and four boys boarded the bus, all of them in their late teens and early twenties. Richard Lawson wouldn’t even think to mention this to investigators later, though they likely would have made nothing of it if he had. By 8:50PM, the city of Greenham, a suburb of the nation’s capital city, was settling into its slumber. A few bars and restaurants were still pouring drinks for late night clientele, but curfew was quickly approaching and all those affected were either already home or else rushing to get there. At 8:54PM, the electric engine of the number 9 county bus was humming along through the streets of one such sleepy neighborhood, empty but for Ricard Lawson and a small handful of passengers: a young girl with black hair and tawny skin carrying a bookbag tight to her chest, two boys with their feet on the seats laughing raucously in the back of the bus, and a mother and a daughter riding together. Richard glanced up at the passengers in his rearview mirror and caught the eye of the daughter. She had bright blue eyes, a practical waterfall of golden curls, and looked to be in her early twenties. Richard smiled at the girl in the mirror; he had to admit, she was adorable in her pink shirt and plaid skirtall. She smiled back at him from behind the shield of her pacifier. The mother turned away from the book in her hand and leaned over the girl, slipping one hand up the girl’s skirtall. Richard quickly averted his gaze, suddenly feeling like he was invading their privacy. “Oh, Rebecca,” the older woman sighed quietly, but still loud enough to be heard easily on the otherwise silent bus, “your pull-up is soaked; did you even know you had to go?” The girl’s smile disappeared into her blush as she mumbled some words from behind her pacifier. The mother chuckled. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” she ruffled her daughter’s hair, “we’re almost home! Then we can get you changed into your nighttime diapers and feed you a nice bottle before bed, would you like that?” She booped her daughter’s nose and sent the girl into a fit of laughter. The black-haired girl shifted in her seat across from the mother and daughter, obviously trying to avoid looking at them. She glanced at her phone, 9:52PM. Richard Lawson shifted in his seat and tried to ignore the cooing and giggling going on behind him. Little single-family homes passed by as he made his way down Ridgemont Street, and only more in sight as he turned right down Wrighton Square. The bell dinged and Richard slowly pressed the brake, bringing the bus to a stop at the corner or Wrighton and Central Lake Drive. Richard wished his passengers a good night, stay safe, as they all got off. Glancing back in his rearview mirror to confirm the bus was empty, Richard slowly accelerated into the night. Peter Grant watched the bus pull away from the front seat of his Greenham Police Department Cruiser. He scanned the passengers leaving the bus stop. Two young men cross the street and kept walking up Wrighton Square while three women started walking up Central Lake Drive and toward his cruiser. He checked his clock: 9:56, damn near too late for young women to be out alone. “Let’s check it out,” he said to his partner, Dave Clusky, as he stepped out of the cruiser and started crossing the street towards the trio. As Peter approached, the women were backlit by a streetlamp, but he could make out the vaguely feminine shapes of three women. Two of them walked side by side as the third, at least a few inches shorter than the other two, walked a couple of feet behind. Peter raised his flashlight, “Excuse me, ladies,” he called out officiously as the beam of light cut through the night, bringing the slowly drifting flakes of snow into heavy contrast. The three ladies stopped in their tracks. The shorter of the two in front whimpered behind her pacifier and clung to the older woman next to her as they both blinked against the light. The girl behind them gasped inaudibly and stared ahead like a deer in headlights for a moment before raising a hand to protect her eyes from the worst of the light. “Evening, ma’am,” Peter nodded to the older woman, “these your children?” The woman glanced behind her, then back to Peter, “just this one,” she replied, squeezing Rebecca close to her. Peter nodded, “Sorry to disturb you, ma’am. Best get your little one inside, it looks to be about her bedtime.” The mother laughed politely, “yes, we’ve had a very long day, thank you, officer.” She tugged on Rebecca’s hand and quietly urged the girl on. Peter swept his flashlight over a few degrees to focus his beam on the girl in the white button up shirt and plaid suspender skirt. “Could you lower your hand, miss? How old are you?” “Uhm, nineteen,” she replied nervously, “I know it’s—” “It’s almost curfew,” Peter interrupted her, “you allowed to be out past curfew?” “Um, no, sir, I—” “Yeah, didn’t think so. What’s your name? What are you doing out so late?” “Um, Rei, sir, and I’m coming home from college, sir, I was—” “College?” Dave chimed in, “you got parental permission for that?” “Yes, sir, and I—” “What were you doing at college this late?” Peter asked. “You go to Greenham CC?” “Yes, sir, I was studying—” “Studying,” Dave scoffed, “yeah, right.” “I was, sir, I have—” “You got a pass from your professor?” Peter asked. “Yes, sir, it’s—” “Well?” Dave said impatiently. “Let’s see it,” Peter demanded. “Yes, sir,” the girl reached into her backpack and produced a folded sheet of paper that was immediately snatched out of her hand. “Professor Lewis? English?” Peter read key words off the piece of paper before handing it off to Dave. Dave looked the sheet over, made an annoyed sound in the back of his throat, then handed it back to Peter. “Looks legit” “You know it’s almost curfew, kid?” Peter turned back towards the girl, thrusting the paper back at her. “Yes, sorry, I was—” “Yeah, you were at college, you said. You live close by?” “Yes, sir, I—” “Where at?” “Just up the street,” she raised her hand and pointed behind Peter. “Uh huh,” Peter sounded skeptical. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time: 9:59PM. “Think you can get home before curfew hits, little girl?” He smiled maliciously. The girl’s knees went weak; she clutched her bag to her chest as if it could protect from him the malice in his smile. Her vision tunneled in on the face of Peter Grant and the world around her sounded like it was moving through water. Tick. 10:00PM. As curfew went into effect all over Greenham and it’s surrounding townships, the eastern wing of the Greenham City Hall exploded outward, raining fire and rubble into it’s expansive parking lot. The sound of the explosion tore through the still night air, audible as a low rumbling miles away on Central Lake Drive. A portion of the horizon of the night sky lit up. “The fuck…?” Peter cursed. “Fuck me!” Dave swore. The girl let out a quiet yelp and resisted the urge to make a break for it. Silence filled the air in the aftermath of the explosion, and then the radios on Dave and Peter’s shoulders started squawking. They completely forgot about the girl as they scrambled back to their cruiser. Chapter One Snowflakes were melting in Rei Akiyama’s hair as she slumped against the front door of her house. She was still shaking and trying to steady her breath. “You’re late,” a voice said from the living room. “I know, I’m sorry, Mom,” Rei said, still panting slightly as she took her shoes off before entering the room. “The bus was running late; I ran all the way here from the bus stop.” Ms. Akiyama made a sound in her throat as she looked her daughter up and down. “You were studying? Let me see your pass.” “Yes, Mom,” Rei said as she pulled out the now slightly crumpled piece of paper out of her bag and handed it over. “You’re working too hard in school,” Ms. Akiyama said matter-of-factly. “Well, whatever, I’m glad you’re home,” she discarded the paper on the end table, “I was starting to get worried when I heard that rumbling. Did you hear that?” “Yes, Mom,” Rei nodded and chewed on her lip, unsure what else to say on the topic. “Rei, stop chewing your lip, it’s a bad nervous habit.” “Yes, Mom, sorry.” Rei forced herself to stop and instead just looked down at her shoes. “Well?” Ms. Akiyama asked expectantly a moment later. “It’s almost bedtime; shouldn’t you be getting ready for bed? The news said we were supposed to get a few inches of snow, so school will probably be cancelled tomorrow, but I want you in bed on time just in case, okay?” “Yes, Mom,” Rei replied. She tried her best not to turn and run up the stairs, but instead walked casually up them as if it had just been a normal night of studying. Her mother watched her go, sensing something was off about her daughter, but she was unable to put her finger on what, exactly, she was sensing. Rei stopped briefly at the top of the stairs, turned back, and gave a small smile and wave when she saw her mother was still watching, then disappeared around the corner. Ms. Akiyama sighed quietly: what was she going to do with that girl? She was worried what kind of ideas her school was filling her head with, and Rei being out all-night studying didn’t do anything to allay that worry. Picking up the pass Rei had given her, Ms. Akiyama turned and settled back down on the couch. According to the pass, Rei had been working on her midterm essay for English with Professor Lewis. Sighing once more, she set the note aside, making a mental note to ask Rei what she was writing her essay about (maybe that would give her a clue on exactly what kind of idea’s the school was filling Rei’s head with), and turned her attention back to the TV where a mature looking woman was smiling back at her while holding a colorful package. “That why I decided to try new Pampers Overnight Diapers! They are expertly designed for girls who wet the bed,” as the woman delivered the line, she reached her free hand out the side and pulled a young girl of about eight or ten into the frame and into a side hug, “and those who don’t,” the camera pulled out and panned over to reveal an older girl about Rei’s age staring distractedly at her phone seemingly oblivious to her surroundings, “yet,” the mother added after a beat and punctuated it with a wink. Upstairs, Rei leaned against the wall, just out of sight, focusing on getting her breathing back to normal. The night hadn’t gone exactly as planned, but, so far, nothing had gone terribly wrong. She could only hope it stayed that way. Rei pushed herself away from the wall and made her way down the hallway towards her bedroom, closing her door behind her just as downstairs the TV alerted her mother to breaking news. As Ms. Akiyama was stunned to hear of the bombing just a few miles from her, Rei was tossing her backpack on the floor next to her desk and throwing herself face down on her bed. She was slightly dazed and more than exhausted. Part of her couldn’t believe the events of the night. Yes, they had been making plans for weeks now, she had known this night was coming, but now that it was done…it felt surreal. She was terrified of what would come next. Still, there was one more thing she had to do before this night was over. Rei crept back to her bedroom door, listened carefully, then cracked the door ever so slightly. The distant sounds of the TV still drifted up the stairs and the hallway was empty. Closing the door silently, she rushed across the carpet in socked feet to her desk, which, looking back over her shoulder towards the door, she inched away from the wall. Kneeling down, Rei reached behind the desk and pried off a piece of the baseboard to reveal a small crevice between the wall and the floor from which Rei produced a cell phone at least a decade old. It was black with a silver lined screen and a numeric keyboard. Rei brought up the messaging app only to be greeted with over a dozen texts; each was from a different number, but they all said the same thing: “home safe.” She sighed with relief, painstakingly typed out her own missive (“home safe”) on the numeric keyboard and pressed send before immediately replacing the phone in its hiding place and putting everything back in order. Now, Rei thought, it was time to get ready for bed. Chapter Two “It was confirmed early this morning that there were no casualties or injuries in last night’s explosion at the Greenham City Hall, which occurred at exactly 10PM and destroyed most of the building’s eastern half. While authorities have yet to make any statements regarding the cause of the explosion, many are already speculating that this was an act of domestic terrorism committed by the radical leftist feminist group Rebel in response to recent social policy legislation restricting the rights of women under twenty-eight. Supporters of this theory have been quick to point out that the offices of the newly established Office of Juvenile Affairs, which was formed to enforce these new policies, was located in the eastern wing of the Greenham City Hall. We’ll be sure to bring you all the breaking details on this story as it develops. Back to you in the studio, Steve.” As the news switched back to less interesting stories, Ms. Akiyama turned her attention away from the tablet propped up on the kitchen counter and back to the cast iron skillet in front of her where the pancakes were beginning to form bubbles along the edge of the batter. She flipped them with the kind of perfection that only came with years of practice and shook her head, it was just terrible what had happened. She knew some people thought the new laws were going too far, but surely bombing buildings was going just as far, if not further. No, it wasn’t the proper way to go about voicing dissent at all. And if this was the kind of stuff feminism was preaching these days, maybe there was some sense to these new laws. Certainly they didn’t teach girls to behave that way when she was younger. Ms. Akiyama just prayed Rei’s head wasn’t being filled with this kind of stuff at that college she had begged so hard to go to. Maybe it wasn’t too late to put her in a vocational school; with a little discipline, Rei could make an excellent secretary. Or maybe she could get Rei a job working at a daycare; Rei always liked children, and maybe tapping into Rei’s maternal instincts was just what was needed to make sure she stayed on the right path. Or, there was always… No, no, Ms. Akiyama shoved that thought away. Rei was a good kid; a bit headstrong, but a good kid, surely that option was too drastic. Ms. Akiyama sighed as she stacked the pancakes on the steadily growing pile; she just wanted Rei to be safe and have a nice, happy life. She didn’t want her daughter falling in with the wrong crowd and getting herself in trouble. It wasn’t easy raising a daughter in such complicated times. Ms. Akiyama was still musing on such matters when Rei shuffled sleepily into the kitchen, almost instinctively following the smell of pancakes. “Pancakes?” Rei asked hopefully. “Does that mean school is canceled?” Mom typically never made pancakes on weekdays. “It sure does,” Ms. Akiyama replied cheerfully, trying to hide the somber mood the news had put her in. “Have you looked outside? We got quite a lot of snow!” Rei grinned and rushed out of the kitchen and into the living room and its bay window overlooking their front yard and the street beyond. Everything was white and brilliantly bright in the morning sun, covered in what must have been at least five or six inches of snow. Even the road was covered; it seemed like the snowplows hadn’t made it to their neighborhood yet. Rei couldn’t help but stare out the window in wonderment; she had always loved the snow. There was just something magical about it. Behind her, Ms. Akiyama leaned against the door frame and grinned. When it came to snow, kids were always kids. “Come on,” Ms. Akiyama said after giving Rei a few moments to take in the wintery spread, “the pancakes are getting cold.” She turned and headed back in to the kitchen without checking to make sure Rei was following her. The news was once again talking about last night’s incident, so Ms. Akiyama quickly turned it off as she grabbed the plate of pancakes; she didn’t want to upset Rei with such terrible news first thing in the morning. “So,” Ms. Akiyama said as she set the plate of pancakes on the table and Rei settled into her seat, “you were working on an essay with your professor last night?” She grabbed the syrup from the fridge before settling into her own seat. “Um, yeah,” Rei responded simply as she loaded her plate with pancakes, “my midterm essay,” she added after a moment. “Oh, that’s nice,” Ms. Akiyama passed the syrup across the table and took a couple pancakes off the stack for herself. “What’s it about?” “Um,” Rei was drenching her pancakes in syrup, “well, it’s…well, our professor gave us some articles to choose from and we just have to like respond to one of them.” “Interesting, what kind of articles?” “Just, you know, current events stuff.” “Uh-huh, and what article did you choose?” Sure, Ms. Akiyama was testing the waters, trying to see what kind of stuff Rei was learning at school, but, to her credit, she was genuinely interested in her daughter’s life. Rei, on the other hand, was getting nervous. Her mother didn’t usually ask her this many questions about her schoolwork. Rei liked that her mother didn’t ask her about her schoolwork. Rei thought the less her mother asked about her schoolwork, the better. Why was her mother suddenly interested? She thought about lying, but if her mother asked to see the essay, she’d be caught immediately. “Well, just about…about the passing of The Hayes Act…” “Oh, I see.” Rei shoveled a too large bite of pancakes into her mouth to avoid having to respond. Oh, I see? What did that mean? Rei tried to smile around the bite of pancakes, but her eyes were searching her mother’s face for anything that might hint to her true reaction. Ms. Akiyama worked to keep her face as passive as possible, raising her cup and taking a long, slow sip of coffee to help her efforts. She had barely discussed the act with her daughter since its passage six months ago. She hadn’t needed to much, and it had always felt like such a…touchy subject. “Why did you choose that article?” Ms. Akiyama asked, trying hard to sound casual but interested and definitely non-confrontational. Just a mom interested in her daughter’s schoolwork. Rei speared a hunk of pancake with her fork and cut it away from the rest with her knife, “Um, I just thought the article was interesting,” she spoke with her head down, giving her voice a muffled quality. “What was the article about?” Ms. Akiyama knew Rei had strong feelings about The Hayes Act, and she couldn’t blame her. Rei had turned nineteen a month before the law had passed; she had been an adult for thirteen months when she once again became a child in the eyes of the law for another nine years. Of course, Ms. Akiyama understood why her daughter felt so strongly about it; she respected Rei’s passion, but she wished Rei could accept that there was nothing that could be done. She wished Rei could just accept that the world wasn’t what her mother had promised it would be she told Rei she could grow up to be whatever she wanted. “Just,” Rei shrugged, “I guess the author was talking about how it shouldn’t have passed and stuff…” The two were in a minefield; they both knew it. Neither wanted this to end in an explosion, but one couldn’t leave, and the other couldn’t leave well enough alone. “Oh,” Ms. Akiyama said, “do you talk about that kind of stuff a lot in school?” The last time they had discussed The Hayes Act had been when it had come time for Rei to enroll in her second year at Greenham Community College. With Rei then legally a child, she needed Ms. Akiyama’s permission to continue attending college. Ms. Akiyama could have stopped her; she had certainly been tempted to do it. Rei shrugged, “What do you mean ‘that kind of stuff’?” “Stuff like The Hayes Act? Politics?” “I guess, sometimes.” “What kind of stuff do they teach you about it?” Rei shrugged, “I mean, they just like…explain how it came to be. Historically, you know?” “I see.” Ms. Akiyama could sense her daughter getting…defensive? Evasive? She was certainly becoming something. Maybe it was time to pump the brakes. “I just worry,” Ms. Akiyama said, genuinely thinking it would help defuse the situation. “Worried?!” Rei said a little too loudly, “there’s nothing to worry about, Mom!” “It’s just…I hear a lot these days about what kinds of things colleges are teaching and—” “Mo-om!” “—and I don’t want them filling your head with the wrong kinds of ideas, that’s all!” “Mom, they are not…brainwashing me, okay?” “I didn’t say brainwashing, okay? I just hear what kinds of things colleges teach these days, that’s all,” Ms. Akiyama repeated. Rei slumped in her chair. Her mom had managed to ruin pancakes. “I just want you to be happy,” Ms. Akiyama said after a long, awkward pause. She reached across the table to take her daughter’s hand. “College just makes things harder for most girls these days, and, besides, you study so much, it’s not good for you.” “But I like school, Mom. It makes me happy.” “Well, why don’t we sign you up for one of those extended high school for girls programs?” Ms. Akiyama smiled, genuinely thinking it would be a good suggestion. “Ugh, Mom,” Rei withdrew her hand and shot her mother a withering look, “those are just housewife classes.” “There’s nothing wrong with that, Rei!” “I’m not saying there is,” Rei protested, “it’s just not what I want to do.” “I know, you want to be a teacher, but I just don’t…well…you can’t be a teacher for another nine years, what if by then they don’t let women be teachers anymore?” A silence fell over the room as both mother and daughter felt the weight of that thought. It was a legitimate concern. “I don’t know, Mom,” Rei said at last, sounding crestfallen. “But what am I supposed to do?” Ms. Akiyama frowned. Like most mothers, deep down she just wanted her child to be happy. Part of her really wished her child could have her dream, but most of her knew it simply wasn’t meant to be and there was nothing that could change that. Most of her just wanted to help Rei find another way to be happy. Without a word, Ms. Akiyama rose from the table and cleared their plates. Breakfast was clearly over. On her way out of the kitchen, she lightly ruffled Rei’s hair, “Go on,” she said, “enjoy your snow day, okay? But just…think about the extended high school program?” Rei nodded.
  5. Chapter 1: This is a joke, right? Lisa was wandering around her house frantically, getting ready to leave for work. She couldn't find half of what she needed and was about to miss her bus. Finally finding the all-important house keys, she ran out the door, locking it behind her. She sighed in relief and ran down her driveway to find a small package by her mailbox. "That's odd," Lisa thought, "I haven't ordered anything recently." She deposited the package in her purse and hurried to the bus stop just in time to catch the 12, the only bus that stopped near her work. Once taking her seat on the near-empty bus, she pulled out the box and examined it. Only her address was written on it, so she had no way of knowing where it came from or if it was meant for her. She ripped off the tape to be welcomed by bubble wrap. "This is adorable!" Lisa thought as she unwrapped the rest of the package, she saw a cute bracelet with green marble-like rocks. After putting on the bracelet, Lisa spotted a note in the box. Unfolding it, she began to read it. "To whoever receives this bracelet, I am sorry, I just couldn't take it anymore. This thing has ruined my life. I don't know where it came from but received it one day. After a few days of wearing it, I discovered this thing can grant wishes when you say "I wish.." THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING! I swear it's like a monkey's paw. You won't notice it at first, but if you aren't careful, it'll ruin you over time. You can't take back a wish once it's been made. If you are smart, you won't use it! Good luck and good riddance. Please be smart." Lisa laughed; this had to be a joke, right? The bus screeched to a stop, reminding her why she had been on the bus in the first place. Luckily for her, her workplace was only 2 stops away, so it took no time on the bus, but walking would take forever. She climbed off, thanked the bus driver, and went to the small office building in front of her. It was 5 stories high, which was small compared to the skyscrapers in the nearby area. Unfortunately for Lisa, she works on the fifth floor where an advertising company is located. So when the elevator is down, which happens often, an annoying journey up the stairs is required. Not fun in heels. "Please let them be working, please let them be working, please!" She spoke to herself as she turned the corner to where the elevators were. "Closed due to Maintenance" hung on the doors. "Danmit! I wish the elevator would just work." Suddenly, the door behind her opened as the elevator repair man walked out. "Then you got good timing. I just finished up," He told her. "Wait, are you serious? You have it working again?" Lisa's voice carried a mix of disbelief and relief. The repairman nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yep, just finished up. Good timing on your part." A surge of gratitude washed over Lisa. "Wow, talk about luck. Thank you so much!" "Not a problem," he said, stepping aside to let her enter the elevator. "What floor are you headed to?" "The 5th," Lisa replied, stepping in and pressing the button. "Ah, perfect. You're all set then," he remarked, moving to remove the maintenance sign. Lisa couldn't help but grin. "You've just saved me from a trek up a gazillion stairs in these heels. You're a lifesaver." The repairman chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Glad I could be of service. Have a good one!" "You too! Thanks again," Lisa called as the doors slid shut, leaving her alone in the now-functioning elevator. Once on the 5th floor, Lisa rushed over to her desk; she was late enough as it was and didn't want to run into her manager or stop to chit-chat with a coworker and get busted. Setting her things down and taking her seat, Lisa sighed in relief. "Few, finally made it, and now what do I have going on today? Looks like I have a meeting in an hour in conference room 501." *Gurgle* "Shoot, I didn't have enough time to get breakfast. I wish I had breakfast; otherwise, this will be a long day." *knock* *knocK* "Hey, Lisa. Do you have a minute?" Looking up from her Computer, Lisa saw her coworker Sarah. "Hey, Sarah! what's up?" "I noticed you were running a little behind today, and you look like you could use a pick me up. I have an extra breakfast burrito I made this morning. Would you like it? If you heat it up for like 30 seconds in the microwave, it comes out amazing!" "Oh my god, you are a lifesaver, Sarah! Thank you so much. I had a hectic night last night; I'll tell you more about it at lunch." "Rain check, I'm heading out early today; I've got a doctor's appointment I need to go to, maybe tomorrow?" "I'll get back to you. I got to unbury myself; there's a ton of things I need to catch up on." Sarah's breakfast burrito was amazing and definitely hit the spot. Now being able to focus, Lisa spent her time before her meeting catching up on emails and direct messages and preparing for the meeting. The prep work paid off while in the meeting as she provided solid updates on the status of their latest project, but before returning to work, she had to stop by the bathroom for a pee break. Only to see that three other ladies were waiting for a stall to open up. "Can you believe how long these lines get during peak hours?" Lisa chuckled nervously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah, tell me about it," replied Sarah, her voice sympathetic. "I swear, I practically live in this line some days." A middle-aged woman in line with them nodded in agreement. "You'd think they'd install more stalls or something with how crowded it gets." Lisa chuckled, feeling discomfort as another wave of urgency hit her. "Yeah, that would be nice. Honestly, I wish I didn't have to pee so often." Sarah chuckled. "Yeah, it's just one of those things we women have to deal with, right?" Lisa nodded, trying to ignore the increasing pressure in her bladder. "Yeah, I suppose so." As they continued to wait, Lisa's discomfort grew. She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to distract herself from the urge to pee. But the pressure was becoming unbearable. "Come on, come on," Lisa muttered, hoping desperately for a stall to open up soon. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, one of the stalls became available. Lisa practically dashed inside, grateful for the relief it offered. The discomfort from her full bladder now a distant memory. She resumes her work with renewed focus, navigating the rest of the day's tasks without significant hiccups. As evening approached, Lisa gathered her belongings, ready to return home on the bus during the peak transit hours. She joined the bustling crowd at the bus stop, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of dinner and relaxation after a long day at work. The bus arrived, and she could already see from the outside that it was pretty full. Upon getting inside, she saw her suspicion was correct: no seats left, and she'd have to stand. As Lisa stood in the crowded bus, she felt a sudden, urgent need to pee. Panic surged as she glanced down at her new pair of pants, desperately not wanting to ruin them. The pressure in her bladder was unbearable, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. Without thinking, she frantically whispered, "I wish I had some way to protect my pants." Instantly, she felt a strange sensation over her, followed by a wave of relief as she felt herself peeing. But to her shock, her pants remained completely dry. At the same time, her crotch started to feel warm. Lisa's eyes widened in disbelief as she was peeing herself. She glanced around nervously, hoping no one had noticed her moment of weakness. But as she looked at her fellow passengers, she saw that they were all engrossed in their conversations or staring blankly out the window, oblivious to her predicament. Feeling both relieved and bewildered, Lisa cautiously reached down to touch her pants, half-expecting to find them soaked despite the lack of any wet sensation. But to her amazement, they were completely dry, as if nothing had happened. However, she noticed that her underwear seemed like they swelled up, absorbing the pee, as she could still feel the warmth, and even a bit of weight was now weighing them down. "What the heck is protecting my pants?"
  6. View File Dressing Up - Well Padded One of my first videos I ever created. Take a look at how I wrap myself up nice and thick. It's without sound, because I failed recording the sound. But I edited the video with some sensual background music. Enjoy it ♥ Submitter Little Leonie Submitted 05/25/2024 Category Transgender (MtF)  
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    One of my first videos I ever created. Take a look at how I wrap myself up nice and thick. It's without sound, because I failed recording the sound. But I edited the video with some sensual background music. Enjoy it ♥
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    This is a mod that swaps Claire's outfit to reveal the sexy ABDL Girl she truely is inside 😉 The Diapered Claire mod is the base. The others are variants that need to be enabled on top of this base. How to install : Install the full game download Fluffy's mod manager 5000 Place the files in the mod manager's "Games\RE2R\Mods" folder (no need to unpack the archives) launch the mod manager to enable the mod of your choosing Launch the game Enjoy ! Edit : After many updates, this mods doesn't work anymore. A new one for the RT version of the game is available here.
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  9. NEW GOODNITE DESIGNS (XL) im just really excited and happy about it and wanted to share pics. Im sure the pics exist somewhere else but have some more. They seem exactly the same as the old ones in every way except design. also have some pics of me wearing my new favorite design
  10. I’m just curious but I would love to know if anyone would like to do a dynasty fantasy football league on sleeper with me. We can do a small buy in, free, or perhaps a grand prize of diapers and or something that goes with omo and such. Please let me know if interested. Whether you’re AB/DL, Omatsu, or just into omo or incontinent please join! My league will be safe and yes private too! I’ve always wanted a league like this!
  11. Just want to wish all the Moms out there a Happy Mother's Day. I hope all of you had a mom like mine. Even with my frequent pants wetting through elementary school and the bedwetting,,, oh the bedwetting too frequent growing up and even to day still an issue. My mom has been it. Supportive, non shaming or punishing and encouraging. Thanks mom. You are the best.
  12. I don't think I saw a thread about this and it is a really interesting question. What is your experience? I'm a bedwetter for a while now and I'm wearing diapers while sleeping, but never actually knew when and how exactly I wet myself in sleep. I just wake up wet later and sometimes even only in the morning. Yesterday I had the strangest experience, like never before. I kind of woke up, but not exactly. It felt more like a dream actually. It was right before I started to pee in my sleep or maybe I was already peeing. Not sure either. But it was too real for a dream. I felt several times strange hot feeling and shivering going all over my body (probably adrenaline, when brain is trying to wake you up to go to a bathroom) and after that kind of cramps in my bladder and penis area. You know, like when body stiffens before peeing, when you are really holding pee with your last strengths and than lose it. Beside that, it also felt almost the same as when penis is getting hard and moves on its own when you're turned on. I can't exactly say what was going on in my penis area. After that I just felt warm feeling going down my ass, but not like when you're peeing and you feel warm pee running, just diaper was getting warm. No feeling of peeing of any kind. The second time I "woke up" I felt the same, but maybe felt like a few drops escaped, but really only a few drops, not more. Basically the same as when you have a small leak and you feel on the top of your penis how a few drops escape. I don't really know how much time was between those two moments or when after last peeing I really woke up and realised the diaper was soaked. It felt like only a minute or two, but when asleep, you can't tell. Maybe it was much longer. As much as I know, I never felt like I was peeing or let out considerable amounts of pee at all. But when I finally woke up around 4 am, the diaper was properly soaked and bloated, so I had to pee a lot in my sleep. But I never actually felt that I was peeing. Very strange. Is this normal? Is this the reason why diaper start to leak much faster when you're peeing in it when awake then when in the sleep? Because peeing in sleep is less intense and diaper can absorb pee easier? Why there was no normal peeing sensation when I was peeing? Did anyone ever experienced something similar? Are you a regular bedwetter and you're wearing diapers in bed or you are just occasional bedwetter with occasional wetting accident during sleep, but no diaper to rescue the bed?
  13. I’ve been holding for over 4 hours. Was going to wet in some jeans outside, but I found a pull-up that I forgot that I had. where / how should I wet it ? Open to suggestions
  14. VID_20240522_224957354.mp4 Here's my first piss into this pullup, I've been steadily leaking into it since so I might have some extra pictures to add later 😉
  15. I got some cheap pull-up style incontinence underwear from Amazon because admittedly half the fun for me is in the leaking (and my budget is a bit tight right now anyhow). I’ve used maybe 3 or 4 of them over the last 3 months, nothing particularly memorable until a few nights ago. I’ve been very stressed out and on tight deadlines (the end is hopefully in sight!) but wanted to take some time to enjoy myself and leak through a pair of my favorite around the house/pajama pants. Really, the idea didn’t even occur to me in advance but I’d already been holding for a long while and getting a little antsy about it (but it felt so good! And who knew how long it would take to build back up to that point. Time I definitely didn’t have, for sure). So I bargained with myself: if I could keep it together long enough to go fix my dinner, I’d come get padded and settle in to eat, and it would be what it would be from there. I sat there at my desk, watching a show on my computer and eating my pasta and sardines (yes I am a victim of tinned fish tiktok, so sue me) and working my way through my can of coke and my 32 oz water bottle. Since I was sitting and knew I was safe (I had the foresight to put down a pee pad too, knowing how little these things hold) it was easy to keep holding and holding, drinking more and waiting. I wanted to make sure I finished my dinner before I wet myself: it’s so easy to get distracted by the relief after a long hold, to say nothing of the hot, squishy, wet bulge between your thighs… I had barely finished chewing my last bite of pasta when it was like my brain finally had had enough of telling my bladder to wait. I don’t think I could have gotten up if I’d really wanted to, it was nearly instantaneous. I hadn’t realized I was that desperate. Feeling how quickly it seemed I was filling the pull-up I was glad I’d thought to put down protection for my office chair: it wasn’t absorbing fast enough into the padding, and because I was sitting instead of standing it only had so many places to go. I could tell it was only going to take this one wetting to leak, I could feel my pee pooling up at my pubic mound. I tried to shift a bit to let it soak into more of the back but then I felt it leak up the top of the padding and over my hips, soaking into my pants. It was so exciting because I don’t usually take a risk that my chair or carpet could get wet, but I just kept wetting and letting it drip down my hips and into the pee pad. I did take some pictures this time because I definitely enjoyed myself and hope to be able to do it again soon. If I can figure out how to add them in comments I will, my phone is being a little funny right now.
  16. It´s been a while since I had a wet week, and since I have the whole week off, I think it´s time for some fun. This time I have an idea of trying different concepts for each day of the week, and these are the ones I´ll be going with (the order isn´t set yet): “Almost made it day” Wet my underwear/pants a little bit right before every bathroom visit. “no holding day” Stay relaxed and pee myself as soon as I feel the urge. Alternate between wearing pants/diapers depending on situation. “Big 'accident' day” Soak myself every 3,5 hours exactly. Since I know when it will happen I can make sure I´m not in an inappropriate place (and remember to bring a change of clothes if I´m out and about). “Dice day” Let randomness decide what/when/how to wet. “Freestyle day” Wet myself however I feel like for the moment. “Partner day” I´ll be spending time with my partner the whole weekend, but this day he´ll be extra involved in my omo play in a way we´ll be planning together. Hopefully I won´t be the only one in wet pants. “Dry day” This will be the day before me and my partner go on our weekend trip. A break from omo fun as a way of not overdoing things. I´ll let my partner decide in which order I´ll be doing these, but today I start with the “almost made it day.” I´ll keep posting.
  17. Wondering if anyone has or knows any videos in which a girl announces when she’s peeing by saying “I’m peeing” or “I’m still going” or something similar. Please feel free to share on this thread.
  18. After a hard day's work Sally was glad to get home, with the weekend ahead she was keen for some relaxation. As the key opened the door her mood instantly improved when she saw the parcel on the mat. Opening it carefully she saw the new plastic pants she had ordered, letting her fingers run over the smooth soft material she had visions of what she would be doing soon. The next morning she decided to go for a walk in the secluded woods near her house. After putting on a diaper she pulled the new plastic pants from the drawer, again feeling the soft material, but also taking in the smell. Pulling them on, feeling the plastic slide up her legs gave her a thrill. Putting on the summer dress finished the outfit nicely. Soon she was in the woods enjoying the sunshine coming in through the trees. It wasn't long before the urge to pee took over, so leaning on the nearest tree she let it out. A trickle at first, but it soon became a flood. The plastic pants did their job, not a leak in sight. She set off again feeling the damp warmth of her diaper hugging her. Soon she felt the urge again, and flooded the already damp diaper. This time however there was a small leak, the pee tricking down the outside of her leg. This didn't stop her, so she carried on, until the third urge hit her. She stopped, took down the plastic pants and removed the diaper, rolling it up and putting it in her bag. Pulling up the plastic pants she set off until she could not hold it in amy longer. Flooding the pants, with no diaper in place it filled them and began leaking everywhere. Walking on she felt it sloshing around, what was left in there anyway, the warmth of the pee and the rubbing of the plastic on her skin. Pulling the pants to one side she emptied them out completely. The wet pants clung the her skin and made her tremble. Moving her hand down to the plastic she began to rub them, slowly at first but faster until again her plastic pants were filled. The walk back to the car was short, but she had a big smile on her face.
  19. I've always liked baby diapers or toddler pull ups the most as I think they're so cute. So I got myself some Pampers pull ups today and am gonna ageplay a toddler who has just switched from diapers to ''big boy'' Pull Ups. So while I'm supposed to use the potty when I need to go, accidents are more than likely, especially if I get distracted and forget to go to the bathroom in time. And I have to admit, I already peed in my pull up once already. So maybe I'm not such a big boy after all. 😉
  20. i love talkative girls cadence lux bed wetting confession.mp4 hope-harpers-big-pad-embarassment.mp4
  21. I'm doing a survey of people who wear/have worn diapers 24/7 long-term (more than a month) for any reason. Please don't respond if you've only worn for a shorter period. It's completely anonymous on google forms (click here), but I'd also sign out of your google account before filling it out. I'll be posting the results next week here, Twitter, Reddit, and Instagram. It's 31 multiple-choice questions, hopefully answering most commonly asked questions. Free to share on Twitter/instagram so more people can vote. If there's any other ABDL-friendly places you think it's worth sharing let me know! Thank you to anybody who participates (343 responses as of Wednesday afternoon). 🥰
  22. I'm doing a survey of people who wear/have worn diapers 24/7 long-term (more than a month) for any reason. Please don't respond if you've only worn for a shorter period. It's completely anonymous on google forms (click here), but I'd also sign out of your google account before filling it out. I'll be posting the results next week here, Twitter, Reddit, and Instagram. It's 31 multiple-choice questions, hopefully answering most commonly asked questions. Free to share on Twitter/instagram so more people can vote. If there's any other ABDL-friendly places you think it's worth sharing let me know! Thank you to anybody who participates (currently 241 responses). 🥰
  23. Here's the results of my survey for 24/7 long-term wearers. This was a LOT of work (Google Forms could use some improvments). For a lot more details on everything involved in making the survey (my basic conclusions, process, etc.) Head over to the article I posted on Reddit (click here) Whether you participated or not, I'd love to hear any thoughts/comments/questions/feedback you have on the survey or results. Thank you to everyone who participated!
  24. Here's the results of my survey for 24/7 long-term wearers. This was a LOT of work (Google Forms could use some improvments). For a lot more details on everything involved in making the survey (my basic conclusions, process, etc.) Head over to the article I posted on Reddit (click here) on the ABDL subreddit (still waiting approval, otherwise check out the Littlespace or DiaperedLifestyle subreddits) Whether you participated or not, I'd love to hear any thoughts/comments/questions/feedback you have on the survey or results. Thank you to everyone who participated!
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