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  1. It was a calm and peaceful day at the Butterfly Mansion. There were no demons nearby, no threats detected, but nevertheless, this didn’t stop the Hashira from training. They slashed their swords at speeds undetectable to the human eye. Their unique and formidable breathing techniques enabled them to make strikes with their swords far surpassing that of any normal human. This went on for hours, until finally, the six Hashira entered the Mansion, bruised and battered, but satisfied with their training. After patching up their wounds from the intense sparring, they made their way over to a table filled with nutritious foods. Everybody dug in, each savoring bite replenishing their enhanced strength. However, two of them in particular were tearing through the food even faster than the biggest and strongest Hashira there. “UMAI!” exclaimed the Flame Hashira, Rengoku, after finishing his fifth bowl of noodles. “Kyojuro, with all due respect, do you have to shout ‘Umai’ every time you finish your food?” Obanai the Snake Hashira asked. “Any meal could be your last Obanai, so I’d say enjoy every bite you can!” Rengoku replied energetically. On the other side of the table was the beautiful Love Hashira, Mitsuri. She ate just as much as Rengoku, and finished fifteen bowls of noodles before being satisfied. Across from her was Shinobu, the Insect Hashira, taking notice. “My my, Mitsuri! You really have an appetite, don’t you?” “Oh yes! My metabolism is much different than an average person. I have to eat a lot to maintain my strength.” “That’s…very interesting,” Shinobu replied. After everyone was finished with their food, they thanked Shinobu and exited the Mansion. However, right as Mitsuri was about to leave, Shinobu pulled her aside. “Oh? What is it, Shinobu?” “I have taken an interest in your extraordinary metabolism. Your ability to intake so much food is fascinating to me. However, there is a particular aspect of your metabolism that I want to test out. Would you mind coming back to the Butterfly Mansion early in the morning so I can test you?” Mitsuri thought about it for a moment. If it was just a harmless experiment, what’s the big deal? Besides, Shinobu is very fun to be around, and very pretty. “Of course! I would love to help you out! I’ve been wanting to test how much I can eat!” she replied excitedly. “Well…the thing is, I’m less interested in that, and more interested in how much fluids you can take. Um, if you come back dehydrated from a mission, I’d need to know how much to give you.” “Oh, I see! Very well then. Thank you so much, Shinobu!” “Thank you, Kanroji.” As Mitsuri happily scurried out of the Mansion, Shinobu made a light smirk. If only Mitsuri knew what torturous pleasure she was about to experience… The morning came, and Mitsuri quickly got dressed and hurried over to the Butterfly Mansion. When she arrived there, she met Aoi, one of Shinobu’s assistants. “Why hello there! How are-” but before she could finish her sentence, Aoi walked past her, towards the door. Mitsuri’s jaw dropped. “Am I really that unpleasant to be around?!” she exclaimed. Aoi then turned around, her demeanor exuding frustration, but also confusion. “Sorry Mitsuri, but Shinobu said that when you arrived here, all of her assistants were to leave the Butterfly Mansion for a while. I’m not exactly sure why.” Mitsuri put her hand on her chin. It was rather perplexing that she would do that. After all, it was only an experiment. Why couldn’t any of her servants be there? “I’m sorry, Aoi. I’ll be sure to bring you back in once we’re all done!” Aoi nodded in approval, and then exited the Butterfly Mansion. Mitsuri walked around for a bit, looking for the room that Shinobu was in. “Kocho! Kocho! Where are you?!” Mitsuri shouted, hoping for an answer. At first, there wasn’t any answer, and it was starting to worry Mitsuri. Then, from across the hall she was in, a voice called out to her. “Mitsuri, I’m over here!” It was then followed by a loud slam of the door, and Mitsuri could only catch a glimpse of it closing. Mitsuri walked over to the door, and opened it. “There you are! I was-” but what followed was a loud shriek. Mitsuri closed the door again and covered her eyes, her face burning red. Shinobu opened the door again. She was not in her normal attire; in fact, she was hardly wearing any clothes at all! Only a bra and very small red thong prevented her from being completely naked. “Some science get-up that is!” Mitsuri exclaimed, still covering her eyes. However, Shinobu walked over to her and gently lowered her hands. “Mitsuri, this is a part of the experiment. You have to trust me on this one.” “Uh…okay then,” Mitsuri replied, still not fully convinced. Shinobu let her into the room, and closed the door. There were no windows, and only candles were lit to keep the room from being pitch black. Inside the room was a chair, and in front of it were several large cups, filled with either water, tea, or beer. There was also an empty bucket in the corner close to it, as well as measuring tape. Shinobu sat down on the chair, and had Mitsuri stand on the opposite end of the room. “Firstly, I need you to take off your clothes, Mitsuri.” The pink and green haired girl’s jaw dropped once again. “What?! Why?!” “It is important for the experiment. I don’t want them getting damaged or anything, and I need to measure you.” Mitsuri relaxed a little. “Well, if it’s for the experiment, then…I guess I can do that. This…won’t be too bad, will it?” Shinobu snickered. “Oh, it’ll be more fun than you could possibly imagine.” Mitsuri took a deep breath, and then nodded. She then began to undress herself. The first thing she did was take off her sandals, along with her two layers of socks; one lime green, the other navy blue. She then took off her white haori, which was given to her by Rengoku, and folded it, neatly setting it down next to her socks and shoes. After this, she unbuckled her white belt, and slid it out of her pink-tinted uniform. She unbuttoned the uniform, each time revealing more and more of her large breasts until her nipples were just visible. Then, she slid her arms out of the sleeves of the uniform, her breasts fully exposed, and slid the rest of the uniform down her toned, beautiful body. All that remained was her own g-string. Shinobu chuckled. “You’re not wearing a bra or anything? You’re a naughty girl, Kanroji!” she teased. Mitsuri giggled back, though it was much more nervous. “Y-yeah, the uniform was very tight.” Shinobu huffed. “You should’ve burned that uniform like I did and gotten a better one than what that perv made for you.” “Maybe…but I didn’t mind it,” Mitsuri replied, her hand about to lower her g-string. However, Shinobu stopped her. “Allow me.” She pinched the g-string Mitsuri was wearing, and lowered it down to her ankles. Mitsuri stepped out of it, and folded it and placed it with the rest of her folded clothes. She was completely nude. “My my, you’re a real treat on the eyes,” Shinobu commented. “Th-thanks…who’s the perv now?” Mitsuri replied. They both shared a laugh. Oh, she has no idea, Shinobu thought. She then took the measuring tape and wrapped it around Mitsuri’s lower stomach. “What does this have to do with the experiment?” Mitsuri asked. Shinobu grinned. “You’ll see soon enough.” She then sat back on the chair, and pointed to the cups of fluid in front of her. “This is how this is going to work. You are going to drink as much of these as you can, and you are going to hold it inside you for as long as possible. You will drink when I say, you will do as I say, and if you do as I command, you’ll be rewarded greatly. This is one liter of purified water. It’ll be safe to drink. This kettle of tea holds about 1.2 liters inside it. Finally, this mug of beer holds about 4/5ths of a liter inside it. For this one I will offer you a choice of which to drink first. Take your pick, Mitsuri.” “Um…okay. Um…I really enjoy tea…but I know fresh water is really good for you…and I really like beer…ugh, it’s so hard to choose!” “Then, I’ll choose for you,” Shinobu replied. She picked up the cup with water and handed it to Mitsuri. She licked her lips, and then placed them on the edge of the cup, and then tilted the fluid into her mouth. She took large gulps of water, slithering down her throat and gradually making its way to her kidneys. After guzzling down a large amount of the water, she gave herself some time to breathe. “Ahhh…” she breathed. “That was very nice!” “Good, good. How much did you drink? Let me see…” Mitsuri showed her the cup, revealing that it was already halfway gone. “My my, that was quite fast! Give yourself a little bit of time, and then finish it.” Mitsuri did as she was told; about ten minutes later, she drank the rest of the water. Shinobu clapped. “Very good! You’re doing very well, Kanroji! How do you feel?” “My stomach…I can feel the water move around in my stomach. I don’t feel bad; it’s just interesting.” “Good, good. I don’t want you to get a stomach ache while doing this. Now, we’re going to wait a little bit until your next drink. Going too quickly in this experiment could possibly hurt, so I just want to be mindful of that.” “Why thank you, Shinobu!” Shinobu had Mitsuri sit on the chair. Her butt plopped as she did so. As the minutes went by, Shinobu started noticing Mitsuri’s movements. Her legs began to cross, her thighs covering her vagina. They began lightly bobbing up and down, like an excited rabbit. In spite of this, Mitsuri didn’t have any real indication that she was desperate. “Mitsuri…I think now is a good time to begin drinking the tea,” Shinobu stated approximately 30 minutes later. “Um, okay!” Mitsuri said with determination. She got the kettle and poured herself some tea. She had another, and another. Little by little, the kettle was emptied, with its contents going straight down Mitsuri’s throat. However, once she drank her tenth cup of tea, she suddenly stopped. “Hey, Shinobu?” Mitsuri asked, almost in a whimper. “Hmm?” “I…I think I need to pee.” “You…you think you need to pee? Sorry, but if you think you need to pee, then clearly you don’t right now. Finish the kettle, please.” “But…I really have to go.” Shinobu did notice that Mitsuri was starting to fidget in the chair, her legs alternating on top of one another. This however did not faze Shinobu. “Finish. The. Kettle. Now.” “Um…okay.” Mitsuri continued drinking, eventually reducing the contents of the kettle to nothing but air. However, this came at an agonizing price; her legs were fidgeting even more now, and her hands, curled into fists, were resting on her knees. “Good girl. I knew you could do it!” “Th-thanks Shinobu. Now may I-” Before she even finished her sentence, Shinobu cut her off. “Mitsuri, you’re a Hashira. A little bit of fluids shouldn’t faze you. You’re better than this! Now, uncross your legs and act like the big girl Hashira that I know you are!” Mitsuri was at first startled by this sudden command by her, but nonetheless, she took a deep breath, furrowed her brow, and nodded. She uncrossed her legs. “I am a Hashira. This is nothing.” she repeated to herself, losing all resemblance of desperation. Shinobu smirked. “Good, good. Now, you stay here and drink those beers down. I am going to leave for a little while. When I come back, I expect to not see any pee on this nice floor, got it?” “O-okay.” Shinobu left for about an hour, and each minute she was gone, Mitsuri’s bladder began swelling more and more. She clenched her legs together, making sure that nothing escaped from her bladder, but it kept getting worse and worse. By the time Shinobu came back, Mitsuri was in agony; one hand firmly placed over her vagina, her legs crossed tightly, bouncing ever so frantically. There was no longer any facade; Mitsuri had to pee, and she had to pee badly. “Oh my! I suspected that you would’ve peed yourself by now! Very good! But, oh, what’s this? You didn’t even touch your beer! Go ahead and drink that, will you?” “Kocho…please…so…desperate…” was the only thing that Mitsuri could muster. Shinobu could see tears building up in her eyes. However, this did not sway her one bit. “Mitsuri. Drink it. Now.” Against her body’s agonizing protests, she obeyed. One hand jammed between her legs, she drank down the beer, each drop further adding to her desperation. At one point, she stopped, unable to continue abusing her bladder. “Kocho, I can’t! I’m going to pee myself!” she cried out. “You’re going to finish-” “I can’t! I can’t! I-” She was cut off by a slap across the face. She staggered for a second, and then looked up. “If I hear you being so defiant again, Mitsuri, you’re seriously going to regret it. Understand? Now, be a good girl, and finish the rest of the beer, and I might be merciful.” Mitsuri was nearly blind to the agonizing desire to pee, but she still didn’t want to feel Shinobu’s wrath. She drank and drank, hoping that her bladder didn’t completely fail on her, until eventually, it was all gone. Shinobu clapped with delight. “See? I knew you could do it!” she declared excitedly. However, Mitsuri was not celebrating. Her hands were now both holding onto her throbbing, aching crotch, desperate to not let a single drop out. “K-Kocho…please…” Shinobu rolled her eyes. “Stand up,” she commanded. Mitsuri slowly brought herself off the chair and onto her feet. Her legs were crossed, and her hands were still holding her crotch. “Mitsuri…please uncross your legs, and let go of your pussy.” “But I-” “I said, please uncross your legs, and let go of your pussy. It’s only for half a minute. Then you can go back to holding it.” “O-only th-thirty s-seconds?” Mitsuri took a deep breath, and then did as she was told. She spread her legs apart, and clenching her fists, brought them to her side. She was wincing from her swollen, aching bladder, and she used every ounce of strength and willpower to hold back the flow. Over this thirty second period, Shinobu got onto her knees, right in front of Mitsuri’s pussy. “Don’t pee. Don’t pee on me, Mitsuri. Do not pee,” she said over and over. Eventually, the 30 seconds had passed, and Mitsuri went back to her desperation crotch holding and leg crossing, without letting out a single drop of pee. “Very well done, Kanroji! I could pinch your cheek!” She went up to Mitsuri and put her left hand close to her face, as though she was going to pinch the side of it. However, her right hand instead went around and pinched one of her lower cheeks. “H-Hey!” Mitsuri whined, but she did not dare release her grip. Shinobu laughed sadistically. “You’re so fun to tease, Kanroji! It’s almost as fun as teasing Giyu!” “Sh-Shinobu…h-how long until I-I can go?” Mitsuri whined, one of her eyes closed from concentration. Shinobu looked a little bored, but then, a thought struck her. “Oh! I have an idea! Let’s have some fun, shall we?” Shinobu exited the room for a brief moment, and then came back with a jump rope. “This is a pretty big room. Let’s see how well you can jump rope!” “But Kocho, I-” “Do as I say!” Begrudgingly, Mitsuri took the rope from Shinobu’s hand, her legs still firmly crossed. Jumping rope, to a person who can go past human abilities, is a piece of cake…normally. However, even Mitsuri had a difficult time doing it, as each time she jumped, the pressure slammed against her aching pussy, and her bladder cried out for release even more. Despite this, she bounced and bounced, her breasts jiggling up and down each time she did it. After ten jumps, she could no longer take it. She let go of the rope, fell to her knees, and fought desperately to keep any piss from escaping. She moaned so loudly. “I-I don’t know how much more I can do this…” she whimpered. Shinobu only laughed. “That isn’t for you to decide, now is it?” Shinobu got her measuring tape again, holding it up for Mitsuri to see. “I need to measure your stomach area again. I want to see how much of a bulge you have now.” Mitsuri slowly stood back up, and tried her best to keep herself still while Shinobu measured her lower stomach area. There was indeed a visible bulge that wasn’t there before, but Shinobu wanted to know just how much had changed. “Oh wow! You really grew a lot! It’s almost- '' but suddenly Shinobu was cut off. A small trickle of pee, in spite of poor Mitsuri’s fight to keep it inside her, leaked out, landing on Shinobu’s chest. “Kocho! I’m so sorry! Pl-please forgive me!” Mitsuri pleaded. “Mitsuri…please turn around, and bend over.” Mitsuri did as she was told, and for a moment, she didn’t know what was going to happen. The tension was immense! Then, the tension was broken…with a hard, wooden paddle. “YOU! DO! NOT! PISS! ON! YOUR! MISTRESS!” Mitsuri squealed as Shinobu smacked her ass with the paddle. Each time a small trickle of pee exited from her pussy. “Put your hands on your head,” Shinobu commanded. Against her body’s pleas against it, Mitsuri let go of her pussy and put her hands on the back of her head. Shinobu continued the spanking, Mitsuri’s butt becoming a shade redder each time. Pee trickled down to the floor, but Shinobu yanked Mitsuri’s hair. “Hold it in!” “I can’t!” “Do it!” Mitsuri tried her best to keep the pee from exiting her body, but the paddling made it so much more difficult. Eventually, after the 25th spanking, Shinobu finally ceased. Tears ran down Mitsuri’s face, and there was a small puddle in between her legs, though she held back the majority of it. “Don’t think your punishment is over yet. I’ll give you five minutes, and then we’re doing something else.” As the five minutes went by, Mitsuri pondered what Shinobu was going to do to her next. More spanking? Something else? What would it be? Also, after the few trickles of pee, Mitsuri wanted to release it all even more, but she continued to hold it in. Eventually, Shinobu announced that the five minutes were up. Mitsuri swallowed in suspense. She hastily put her hands back on top of her head, and then Kocho placed one of her hands over her pussy. She rubbed it lightly, and it was a little stimulating. “It’s so wet…but don’t try to make it worse, got it?” “O-Okay.” “Good.” Shinobu placed her other hand over Mitsuri’s bladder bulge, lightly rubbing that as well. “You’re holding so much inside there…I wonder what would happen if-” Suddenly, Shinobu placed a hard press on her bladder. Mitsuri squealed again, her hands almost leaving the back of her head. “I’m going to do this ten times, Mitsuri. You’d better not lose control.” Shinobu pressed against Mitsuri’s bulging, rock-hard bladder, using her other hand to keep her from pissing all over herself. Mitsuri whimpered and moaned, but she did not let the increased pressure get the best of her. After the fifth push, Shinobu let go of her pussy, and pressed with both hands. Mitsuri was so desperate that she could barely think straight, but somehow, through sheer willpower and grace from the gods above, she didn’t let anymore trickles out. “Think about this the next time you want to be naughty, Kanroji,” Shinobu told her. She was too desperate to argue. After twenty more minutes of hobbling in agony, desperate not to drench the floor with pee, Shinobu grabbed the measuring cup. “Oh thank you, mistress, thank-” However, it was not for her. Shinobu squatted down, moved her thong, and released a clear stream of pee out of her own bladder, and into the cup. Shinobu exaggeratedly sighed with relief. “Oh, this feels so good!” Mitsuri was forced to watch this. The stream of pee, combined with Shinobu’s teasing moans, was simply too much. “Mistress! I…I’m going to pee!” “Not yet! Five more minutes!” “I can’t! It…IT’S COMING OUT!” Before she could even finish her sentence, Mitsuri gushed out a powerful stream of pee. For what seemed endless, she completely drenched nearly the entire floor with pee. It was more than just relieving; it was orgasmic! She fell to her knees, and then on her hands, as pee continued to gush from out of her pussy. She didn’t even care about what Shinobu was going to do anymore. She was simply exhausted from holding such a large amount of fluids for so long. After she was finally done, she breathed heavily, and then slumped to the floor, drenching herself in her own piss. “Kocho…I can’t…I can’t even feel my legs…oh gods…that felt so good…” Shinobu grabbed a mop and a bucket filled with water, and stood over her exhausted comrade-in-arms. She smiled sinisterly. “In all honesty, Kanroji, you did terrific in this little experiment. I wouldn’t be able to hold even half of that amount of fluids inside me like that.” Mitsuri gave a weak smile, and gave a thumbs up. “Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean you’re going to escape the consequences. You’re going to have to clean all of this up.” “Okay…okay…” … About an hour later, both girls exited the Mansion, fully clothed and acting completely natural. Aoi was right outside, playing with rocks. She looked over to the Mansion, and saw them. “Hello, Shinobu!” she called out. She rushed over to them, eager to understand what went on between them. “Oh, why hello Aoi! It’s a beautiful day, is it not?” Shinobu asked. Aoi nodded in agreement, and then took a breath. “So…what were you two up to?” she asked. Shinobu laughed. “You silly girl! Didn’t I already tell you? We were doing a science experiment!” In spite of the reassurance by Shinobu, Aoi couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Why did you need all of us out of the Mansion if it were just a science experiment?” “W-well…it was an adult only science experiment. Please, don’t ask any more silly questions.” “But-” “I’m not saying any more. Now get back to the Mansion!” Shinobu snapped. Aoi pouted defiantly, but then gave up and went back inside. After Aoi was inside, Shinobu turned back to Mitsuri. “Ugh, that girl can be so nosy sometimes! Well then, I’m glad you were willing to be a part of my, ahem, experiment.” Mitsuri laughed nervously. “O-of course! I was glad to be a part of it!” Mitsuri then exited the Mansion, running away to more of her adventures, but before she did so, Shinobu whispered in her ear: “You can always come back for experiments any time,” As Kanroji ran, she scoffed at the very thought. “I am never doing that craziness ever again!” … “Maybe.” To be Continued…?
  2. Here's the next Bedwetting Blunders story! I'm not sure if I wanna continue this or for how much longer, but I hope you enjoyed it regardless. Sorry this was late too. I had scrapped the original version of this because I wasn't happy with it. Also I was working on a Nijisanji series I had also scrapped in light of the recent events and allegations. In it's place, I'm actually thinking of making a new messing series based on the Persona series. If you have any input on what you'd like to see, please let me know! “Stop it!” “As if! Hey girls, we got a little baby over here!” Jax beckoned her clique as she stepped on her victim with her black, high-rise boots. Donning a sharp, neo-goth aesthetic with her partly-shaved hair, she pinned the poor girl to the ground as she pulled her dress up. “Just leave me alone!” Amy, who laid on the ground crying, had suffered from physical development issues for most of her life, leading not only to her being smaller than most teens, but having issues controlling her bladder too. For the longest time, she had been very diligent about hiding her padding under long, flowing pastel dresses. But now, she’s in a losing battle to hide her wet diaper at summer camp against the school’s biggest bully. “What’s wrong? It can happen to anyone, right? No need to be ashamed, right?” Jax teased. As if on cue, the rest of her group surrounded Amy. “Aww, so cute!” Allie cooed. Hailing from a very affluent background, she was the first to join Jax’s group, able to coerce people with money only to set them up for the fall. Making eye contact with Amy, she imitated sucking her thumb and crying. “Damn, she really soaked it,” Zoey said as she squished Amy’s diaper against her. She chuckled to herself, thinking about how there’s viewers of her camshows that would die to see her like this. Zoey, having been held back a grade, had always been happy to use her body as a commodity, and to an extent, got freaky with her kinks too. Her creativity was a key player in many of the group’s bullying tactics. “Hey, isn’t this a bit too far?” Kara, Jax’s younger sister, asked with some concern. It was rare that she participated in any of the group’s antics, often acting as the voice of reason. The only reason she hung out with them was that she admired how strong and confident her older sister was and would even go as far as mimicking her looks. “HEY! What’s going on over there?!” One of the camp counselors began to march up to the scene. “Shit, party’s over girls. Time to scram,” Jax instructed, the girls following her away at a brisk pace. “Hey hun, everything alright?” The counselor comforted the weeping girl. “I-I…” she couldn’t bring herself to say anything as the counselor took her to the nurse, however, internally she had one thought repeating in her mind. “I’ll make them pay.” “That shit was too funny!” Jax bursted out laughing, pulling her white crop top over her large breasts, her purple boyshorts otherwise exposed. “Y’all are really too much sometimes,” Kara criticized the group as she got dressed in her sleepwear, which matched her sister’s own save the underwear, opting for blue, brief-style panties instead. “We could seriously get in hot water for that.” “Don’t worry baby girl.” Zoey pulled up a pair of sparkling pink gym shorts but was otherwise naked. “Did you see her face? She doesn’t have the guts to do anything to us, especially now that we know her little secret.” “Plus, if she tries anything, I can just make sure a package of diapers appears at her front door every morning.” Allie let out a haughty laugh. Her white and gold-laced dress stuck out like a sore thumb, barely hiding her similarly luxurious silver-lace panties. “Whatever you guys say, I guess,” the younger sister said dismissively. The group chatted idly amongst themselves before passing out in their beds. Amy carefully closed the door behind her as she entered the bullies’ cabin. She checked the time on her phone before turning up the volume and placing it in the center of the cabin. Pulling up YouTube, she played a video titled "Sleep Hypnosis | Bedwetting/Weak Bladder”. The short girl had her doubts on whether or not the hypnosis would work. She’d spent hours searching online for a real hypnosis audio until she found this one, where the comments swore up and down that it genuinely worked. Anxious about being caught and giddy about the prospect of turning her bullies into bedwetters like her, she sat patiently for the video’s duration. Around an hour in, Amy was getting impatient, unsure of if she’d have any success, but just then, Jax started to grumble and shuffle. Amy initially thought the bully was waking up until she had heard a faint hissing noise coming from her. Within seconds, similar noises came from every bed. “No way…,” she thought to herself, before going to cautiously check each girl’s sheets. Wet. Wet. Wet. Wet. “Yes!” Amy exclaimed before covering her mouth. “Hmmmm,” Kara moaned as another small trickle left her bladder and added to the puddle beneath her. She turned over onto her side before snoring softly. “Oooh, I can’t wait for this morning,” Amy thought with glee. Sparing no time, she collected her phone and snapped pictures of the girls before fleeing the scene. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” Jax screamed at the top of her lungs, startling the other girls awake. The bedding was completely soaked, and the puddle grew large enough to soak the back of her top. “Mmm, what gives? H-huh?” Kara stirred awake before feeling wet all over her body. Sitting up, she saw her entire body wet in her urine, soaked from spending the whole night tossing and turning in her puddle. Her perky tits poked through her now yellow crop top. “Wow, that’s a lot.” Zoey stared down at her wet shorts and bedding, equal parts aroused and embarrassed as she grappled with discovering a humiliating new fetish. “Ugh, do you have any idea how much these clothes cost?” Allie whined, her pee travelling up her stomach in her sleep, completely soaking the front of her lavish dress. “Girls get up!” The camp counselor called from outside. “We have to discuss your actions yesterday with the head counselor. Panicking, the girls scrambled back under their sheets as the counselor entered. “What’s wrong? Hurry up and get out of bed.” “G-give us a s-sec, ‘kay?” Jax stammered. “We gotta change clothes first.” “Huh, weird of you to care about modesty,” the counselor joked, leaning her back against the wall and tipping her hat. “Don’t let me stop you.” “B-but…,” Allie started, but realizing the gig was probably up, slowly got out of bed and revealed her soaked state to the older woman. It wasn’t long before the other girls reluctantly followed suit. “Well, I’ll be damned,” the counselor said, flabbergasted. “Guess the devil has some jokes in his book.” “OW! FUCK! STOP!” Jax screamed out. One after another, the neo-goth’s behind was wacked with an oak paddle as she lay bent over the head counselor’s knee. In front of them stood the other girls, butts as red as Mars, and plain-print diapers firmly strapped around their waists. Each girl had various reactions to their punishment, from regret to anger to horniness, but each girl shared a feeling of humiliation never felt before in their lives. Standing next to the counselor was Amy, a sly grin on her face as she watched the events unfold. She felt completely satisfied, her own wet diaper notwithstanding. After Jax was properly paddled and pampered, she was sent back in line with the other bullies and instructed to apologize to the girl. “Sorry,” the four said in unison. “Apology accepted,” Amy replied. Between this incident and the photos she took, she took pride in knowing she had complete control over her once bullies. The rest of camp played out interestingly. Aside from the events that unfolded that night, the bullies continued to wet themselves at night, only this time in their diapers. Inversely, Amy’s bedwetting seemed to stop, at least for the time being, further embarrassing the group. What’s more, the hypnosis also had the added effect of weakening the girls’ bladder control during the daytime too, leading to the occasional accident and humiliating diaper checks by the counselors. Although she showed no love for most of them, Amy did feel bad for putting Kara in the same position as everyone else. After all, although she was complicit, she never actually did anything and was the one who told the other girls to stop. Before returning to school, the two met up privately and reconciled, becoming friends in the process. Kara promised to leave the bully clique and keep her scheme a secret in return for her own hypnosis being undone and her pictures being deleted. On the first day of school, Amy and Kara were on their way to becoming close friends, while Jax, Allie and Zoey were kept in diapers by their families. While no one dared say anything out of risk of being harassed, the loud crinkling under their clothes left little to the imagination. Zoey made the most of it, even going as far as incorporating diapers and watersports into her camshows. Allie threatened to sue anyone who even thought about it, while Jax promised to stomp them into oblivion. However, regardless of each one’s thoughts, none of the affected girls suspected Amy’s revenge plot and never reversed the hypnosis inflicted onto them at Camp Wellspring.
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    Hi Everyone, I have a lot of Aaliyah Taylor diaper videos so thought I'd post them here. Will add more to this folder as time goes by. Some are in better quality than others... So far: -3 with Candi Chains, who is my favourite guest performer. Love how cutely forlorn she acts in the videos. User 'vegeto4' has kindly posted a couple more from her in the comments, but anyone know of any more that featured her? -4 with Molly Jane. Taken from the Mall duology is one of my favourites, and her getting bound in a pushchair is great too. Sadly a couple of these are in less than ideal quality so if anyone has them in a higher definition, or any other videos Molly appeared in, then please share! -8 with Amanda Bryant. My favourite is her in the bouncer, but also love her chastity diaper date outfit and her soggy diaper under her fancy dinner dress. As always, if you have any other Amanda ones I'd love to see them. -2 with Maria. Sadly one is a truncated one rather than the full video (in poor quality to boot) so if you have the full version, please share! This duology is another one of my favourites, as maybe I'm just a meanie but I love the roleplay of someone being kicked out into public in their double diapers and ABDL outfit! -2 with Alora. -1 with Kendra. -1 with Adriana Evans. -7 videos with Anastasia. Including 'no change' where she is put in multiple bulky diapers, and another one where she is punished with a hollow buttplug. -5 with Wenona. -1 with Aaliyah as a flower girl, with a woman I'm not sure the name of. -16 with Olivia Kasady.
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  4. 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?"
  5. This is my first ever story so I hope that it is good and that everyone that reads it gives me their feedback and any type of additions they would like to see and I’ll see what I can do about adding them if they fit my story. Chapter 1: Jade was a typical 18 year old who was rather popular in school as she was 5’ 3” with light dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and an athletic body since she has always kept her body in shape and tried to keep her body looking good for the boys at her school. She was riding the bus home when she felt a slight discomfort in her bladder and realized she hadn’t peed before they left school and her stop was another 30 minutes away, she thought “I can make it home, besides, if I don’t my mom will punish me and make me wear diapers at home”. She fought the feeling all the way until her stop where she felt a bit escape and she checked her pants to see the damage but none had leaked through, she let out a sigh of relief because her mom would definitely punish her if she knew. She got off the bus and tried to bolt to her house but as she got closer she felt another spurt release and then another and by this point she had a quarter sized wet spot on her pants and she was getting worried that her mother would be home and what would happen if she saw this. Jade couldn’t think on it for long as she was losing her battle with her bladder, she knew it was now or never that she would have to make it in to avoid a full on accident. She ran inside the best she could, more of a fast waddle, and made it to the toilet and just got her pants down as the flood released. She was relieved to have made it with only a quarter sized spot on her pants but she knew that she better be careful or next time it would be a full accident that her mom would find out about. She changed and went to relax on the couch with some TV before her mom got home, her mind however drifted off to what would’ve happened if she didn’t make it and her mom found out and spanked her and diapered her. It wouldn’t have been the first time as her mom was pretty strict about her daughter not waiting and going to the toilet when she needed too, one time when she was around 15 or 16 her mom caught her having an accident and spanked her until her checks were red and then diapered her for a week while she was at home. Jade tried to shake the image out of her head because it was rather embarrassing to think about since she almost had a repeat and though back to what her mom said,” Anyone that is over the age of 12 should be able to hold their bodily functions or else they should be punished and diapered”. Just thinking about her mom saying that sent a chill down Jade’s back, she got up and grabbed her clothes and threw them in the wash so her mother couldn’t find out about her “accident”. Rebecca was Jade’s mother, most of her friends called her Becca or Becky for short but she really just preferred Becca if someone was going to shorten her name. Rebecca was 43 and had light brown hair and had hazel eyes and her body was pretty nice for someone her age as she went to the gym quite regular and kept her body in shape. She worked as a real estate agent and made a living for her and Jade as her husband had passed when Jade was very young, she worked a lot and tried to make as much money as she could so she was caught late on a sale when she realized that she needed to head home as Jade would be home soon and she still had to get dinner for them and get her paperwork for a client she had the next day so she finalized the paperwork and proceeded to head home in her Range Rover when she felt the need to pee and she realized she was so caught up in the paperwork that she didn’t have time to use the bathroom for a few hours and she had drank quite a bit of water with all the talking she did at the house. She still had 35 minutes until she got home and knew that she would be bursting by the time she got there, she proceeded to head home and try to get to the toilet before she had an accident. She drove and drove for what felt like forever but was only 30 minutes so she was only 5 minutes from home when she felt a leak escape into her panties and she tried to regain control, she was successful in regaining control but there was a half dollar sized spot on her pants and she knew that it was only a matter of time before it was too late. She pulled in the driveway and was relieved to see that Jade was home which meant the door might be unlocked and she could just go in and pee, but as she got to the door she felt more pee start leaking and this time it was harder to stop and she had a streak down both legs and knew she had to hurry. She opened the door and ran upstairs to make it to the toilet but Jade noticed she was acting weird as she approached the door so she went to investigate and as Jade turned the corner she saw her mom standing in the hall holding herself and leaking, her mom moved towards the bathroom and just sat down on the toilet as she knew it was too late and she wouldn’t get her pants off before leaking anymore. As she was done and was goin to stand up Jade walked in the bathroom and caught her off guard,”What are you doing in here? Can’t you see I’m using the bathroom”. But Rebecca forgot in the whole ordeal that she hadn’t taken her pants off so her daughter was staring at her in fully soaked pants, her daughter just stood in shock for a second as she had never seen her mom pee her pants before. Jade got a big smile on her face as she knew what she wanted to do next but Rebecca slowly figured out that she had peed her pants and that Jade knew it and what she had told Jade prior about people over 12 that have accidents and can’t control their bodily functions. Rebecca’s face drained of color as he saw the smile that went across Jade’s face…. This will be a multi parter as I realized as I was writing it that I have so much in my head that I want to add that I can’t fit it all in 2-3 different chapters so I hope people like this and want me to continue it as I had fun writing it and have ideas for the future. Please give me feedback and suggestions that you might have and I’ll see what I can add and if it’ll fit into my scenarios. Thank you for taking the time to read it and hope you enjoyed!
  6. Hi, I'm here again looking for an Omorashi meetup in Madrid, capital of Spain. People from other countries travelling to Madrid welcome, Spaniards welcome too of course, but in my experience there's no so much interest here. I feel so lonely and bored of wetting myself all alone. I need to share it with people!! Kisses
  7. Hey y'all! Whilst I come up with video ideas and find time to film it, I thought I'd share a video I found with you! A girl is getting spanked but is desperate for a wee! It's quite long as there's 2 different camera angles. It repeats at 6:05! The angle goes from the side to behind! So if you wanna see the ass in action, then skip to 6:05 Enjoy! 💞 Wetting while spanking - ThisVid.c...o2e3c43-7fa2-41e4-8f1e-cf13311626fd.mp4
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  11. All characters are adults. This is a work of fiction, not necessarily set in the real world. Every time your criticize online fetish erotica for being unrealistic, a fairy gets tax audited. The rest of the car ride was quiet, but not in a good way. Every little shift in someone’s seat, every bump on the road, every red light, even driving straight on a smooth road with light traffic—everything reverberated around the minivan’s interior. Anger and shame echoed off the glass. The click of the turn signal was deafening. And whenever another car pulled next to us at an intersection and either one of us made incidental eye contact with other drivers, the emotion in the car would somehow intensify. I would start tearing up again, but I dared not sob or sniffle my nose—that would only make things worse. My runny eyes and runny nose had already dripped down my face and on to my Sesame Street shirt and the straps of my overalls, but that was hardly the worst mess in my outfit. Lower down, my entire bottom was completely soaked; I’d wet my pants in the car. The wetness had dribbled down to my shoes and wicked up to the lower part of my shirt. My car seat was full of my naughty pee-pees, and I could almost feel it slosh around as we wove around traffic. It was cold now. The little toy mirror attached to my seat had somehow gotten pointed down, and a glance displayed a little baby who couldn’t hold on to use the potty like a big boy, and I just felt like crying again. And worst of all, I could already feel my tummy rumbling, and I would need the potty again soon. I’d never had a poopy accident before, but how could I possibly ask mommy for help now? I had hoped she would calm down during the car ride, but one shared glance in the rear-view mirror showed that wasn’t going to happen. Would I have have two accidents today?! Mercifully, we reached the driveway of our house. Unmercifully, mommy did not pull all the way into the garage. Instead, she parked outside, turned off the car, and turned around to face me. “I can’t believe you’ve had another accident! That’s the fourth time this week you went pee-pee in your nice clothes, and I have to get you cleaned up and clean up the mess you made! And all the bedwetting! Big boys use the potty! They don’t have accidents! Only babies do! Are you a baby?” Mommy’s upbraiding got me crying again. In between wails, I tried to say, “I’m sorry mommy!” but nothing intelligible came out. “I’ve had it with you! I don’t know a single other 34 year old who can’t control themselves. I know you’re big enough to hold your potties. So you must just be doing this to make mommy mad! Is that it?” I continued crying. “Well mission accomplished! So now I’m going to march you into the house, in broad daylight in front of all the neighbors so they can see what a little baby my supposed husband is, and you can stand in the naughty corner while I clean up your car seat.” With that, mommy pressed the button to open the sliding car door while she got out and stomped around the front. Reaching the door, she leaned over me and unbuckled my car seat, getting a real good view of how much I’d peed. “I guess you shouldn’t have had all that juice this morning, huh? Now get out.” I gingerly climbed out of the car and on to the pavement. Some of my cold pee-pee dribbled further down my pants, making me shiver. Now march! Double time! I waddled up the driveway, leaving bid wet footprints behind me. The neighbors were indeed getting an eyefull, watching the woman next door push her pathetic husband into the house with wet pants. What a loser! Mommy led me over to the corner of the living room, the naughty corner, to wait in time out. But then my tummy made another rumble, and I remembered that I still had to go poopy. “Mommy wait! I needa go potty!” “Oh no you don’t, mister! You’re not going to wiggle out of corner time that easily! Your ‘potties’ are all over your clothes and car seat, so I know that’s a lie!” “But mommy…” “No buts! If you so much as budge from that corner, you’re going to get the spanking of a lifetime!” And with that, mommy swooped right out of the room back outside to the driveway, leaving me in the corner. Pants full of pee. Shirt covered in tears and boogies. And a tummy full of poo-poo that really needed to come out. And so I started holding again. The wait dragged on as my tummy growled louder and louder, begging for relief. After a while, I could hear the car door close and the remote lock beep, and I could tell mommy was done cleaning and I could leave time out soon! I was gonna make it! But then I heard voices outside. It was Mrs. Whiting next door. She and mommy had stopped to talk! Oh no! I can’t hold on! “Mommy!” I shouted, the strain causing a little bit of poopy to poke out of my tushy. No answer. My strength giving out, my knees started to buckle, and I involuntarily squatted down. With my last little bit of strength, I squeezed as hard as my could for about a second, then a little fart escaped. My exhausted tushy fell limp, and I felt a real big poopy slide out. It felt firm at first as it shoved out of my body, but got squishy as it dropped into the bottom of my underpants and stretched it out. Another fart, then a second poopy came out, softer than the first. The sensations of all that yucky poopie squishing against me, the loud farting, and stink of my accident was all too much, and I started crying again. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, snot was oozing from my nose, and more pee-pee flowed into my pants as I started wetting again. I stood there and wailed for what felt like hours. During a break in my sobs, I could feel there was third wave of poopy inside me, blocked by the pile already sitting in my pants. I just wanted it out, so I squatted down some more and pushed. Another small squirt of pee came out, and then a glob of very mushy poop burst out of my… “Oh my god, you are not serious!” During all my crying, I hadn’t noticed mommy had come back in and was standing in the doorway. She saw her crying husband with a fresh puddle around his feet, squatting down and pooping his pants. “Now you’re messing yourself?!” I didn’t answer with any words, just a fresh round of crying. My face was purple now. I lightly stomped my feet, and a small piece of poopie dripped down my leg. Mommy swooped in, grabbed my by the ear, and whisked me upstairs. I wailed all the way into the bathroom. I wailed the whole time mommy swiped off my soggy shoes, my cold socks, my stained shirt, my dripping overalls, and finally, my wet and poopy underpants, slipping down my legs and landing on the floor with a thump. I stood naked in the bathroom, shivering with cold and fear. I knew what was coming. Mommy silently emptied my messy underwear into the toilet and put the rest of my clothes in the special hamper we have for my accident clothes. She also took a wet-wipe from the counter and gave my tush a cursory wipe, confirming the dread punishment I was in for. She turned on the bathtub faucet to let it fill, took the special hairbrush from the counter, lowered the toilet seat cover, sat down, and looked dead at me. “Come here.” “Please mommy, I’ll try harder! I won’t poop my pants again, I promise!” “I said, come here!” Quivering with pathetic fear, I gingerly walked over to mommy, and knelt down over her lap. “Do you know what you did wrong?” “I had a potty accident in my pants.” Tears were coming again. I put my hands behind my back. Without warning, mommy grabbed my two crossed wrists and began spanking. I started bucking and wailing as blows rained down on my reddening cheeks, mommy berating me with every stroke: “BIG! BOYS! DON’T! WET! Their PANTS! They USE! The POTTY! ONLY! BABIES! WET! And POOP! Their PANTS! ONLY! BABIES! CRY! STUPID! CRYING! PISSY! STINKY! BABY!” The room was awash in noise with mommy’s shouting, my crying, and the water faucet’s roar. It wasn’t until I cried so hard that I started choking on my own sobs that mommy finally relented. As suddenly as they began, the blows stopped and I was told to stand up again. Mommy put the brush away and turned the faucet off. She tested the water temperature, and motioned for me to get in. I gingerly lowered myself into the water, wincing as my red tushy touched the water. I sat down and just tried to catch my breath. I felt drained from everything that had happened, and I could only flop around limply while mommy took a bath sponge and started soaping me up. “I’m going to mark two accidents on your potty chart today. Do you know how many days this week you’ve been accident-free?” I shook my head no. “Just once, four days ago. And that’s only because I was being nice.” I remembered that trip to the potty. I had already dribbled a lot by the time I made it to the training potty in the hallway, and my underpants had a silver-dollar-sized wet spot on them. It sure felt like an accident, especially once I was finished and had to pull my cold underpants back up. And then, wet pants and tears three days in a row, finished off with a big poopy mess. “And you’re wetting the bed every night, too! That’s why you’re so tired and cranky during the day.” Mommy’s voice was softening. What did she mean? “I think someone’s not quite ready for big boy pants, hm?” Mommy took the shower spray and got my hair wet, then started massaging in shampoo. “If you can’t use the potty like a big boy, then the only solution is for you to start wearing your diapers again.” Oh no! Not that! Please! I’m not a baby! I’ll be good! I wanted to scream and thrash in the tub, but I was too tired, and all that came out was a moaned, “Noooo…” “I’m sorry, sweetie, but you’re still too little.” She started spraying the shampoo out of my hair. “If you can’t hold your pee-pees and poopies for the big boy potty, then you’re just going to have to wear diapers for all your accidents.” “No, no, no, no, no…” My moan was now barely a mutter. Everything inside me was gone. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t use the potty… I really was just a baby! Mommy pulled the plug in the bathtub and started toweling me off, even while I softly blubbered. “I think you’re going to need a nap once I get your diaper on.” “Noooo naaaap!” “I’m getting mighty sick of hearing you whine ‘no’ over and over again. Now lets go get your baby pants on, unless you just want to stand here naked all day? You want that? You want to make mommy mad?” Still quietly sobbing, I shuffled over toward my bedroom, if you could call it that. More like a nursery. Mommy wouldn’t let me sleep with her anymore since I kept wetting the bed, and that was usually where Mister Robert slept when he stayed over, so there was no room for me. I slept and took naps in the guest room instead, which mommy had decorated with teddy bear and train decals on the walls, and Sesame Street or Pup Patrol bedsheets, whichever set wasn’t in the washing machine, on the bed (along with an uncomfortable plastic sheet). Toddler toys and stuffed animals were strewn around the floor, and there was still a faint smell of pee-pee in the air from previous nights’ accidents. Once she ushered me into the room and closed the door, she walked over to a mini-fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out a bottle of milk. Silently, she put in the bottle warmer sitting on top, then strode over to the closet and retrieved an unopened bag of diapers (she’d bought them to threaten me a week ago), a big beach towel, and a small bag I’d never seen before. All with a kind of scary efficiency, she unfurled the towel on the floor and set the diapers and bag down next to it. She turned to me with a cold look. “Lay down.” “Please, mommy…” She looked at her once-husband, still softly sobbing, cheeks wet with tears, a fresh coating of snot bubbling out of my nose and down over my mouth and down my chin, clutching a towel over my shoulders, shivering, my little pee-pee shriveled up even more than usual… A one-time junior law partner reduced to something so… “Pathetic,” she muttered. “I said, lay down.” “But I don’ wanna…” “LAY DOWN FOR YOUR DIAPER OR I SWEAR…” I crept a little closer, and then mommy grabbed my arm and, somehow without throwing me, quickly put me on my back on the makeshift changing pad, almost pinning me. She opened the plastic bag of diapers, pulled one out and started fluffing it, making sure I got a good look at the design. It was decorated with baby circus animals, each wearing its own diaper, and a few with pacifiers, baby bottles, rattles, and other infantile things. Once she was done fluffing, she opened it wide. “Lift your butt, diaper boy.” I never stopped sobbing. I obeyed and lifted my hips slightly, and mommy slid my diaper under me. Reaching into the mysterious bag, she then produced a bottle of baby powder and started sprinkling its snow all over my little pee-pee and tushy, rubbing it in with her other hand. I was embarrassed, but I liked the scent. Finally, she folded my diaper up over me, its cushioned stuffing hugging all my potty parts, and fastened the tapes. The whole time, she muttered, “Can’t use the toilet, can’t use the plastic potty in the hall, can’t hold his piss in the car, and now can’t hold his poop. Baby diapers it is.” The whole time, I just kept crying. “I’ll have to get a changing table for you, so I don’t have to bend over on the floor.” Once I was taped up, she got up and went to my dresser to get a new shirt. I sat up and looked at the puffy, crinkly diaper bulging between my legs. Every time I moved, the plastic crackled like firecrackers. I gingerly reached down to feel the plastic… “NO! You may not remove your diapers! Understand?” She lightly smacked my hand. “Now stand up.” I got up from the towel, trying to adjust my stance for all the padding between my legs. As I steadied myself, a long string of snot dripped down from my nose onto the towel. “Ugh, gross,” mommy said in disgust. She reached down back into the bag and got a pack of baby wipes. She took one and started roughly wiping my face down, removing the tears and snot. “You’re just a mess on both ends, aren’t you? Now arms up.” I complied, and she brought down a clean t-shirt over my head, one that had “BABY” in toy blocks printed on the front, and was just a little short, leaving my diaper on full display. “Now get into bed for your nap. Your bottle should be ready now.” I mournfully shuffled over to my bed and pulled back the sheets. Even after washing, there was still a dingy yellow stain there from repeated wettings, a reminder of why I was in the predicament. As I laid down, mommy came over with a warm bottle… and Jake. Jake was my best friend. He never yelled at me when I had accidents. He never called me stupid or smelly. He was always ready to give me hugs and comfort me. He wasn’t just my best friend, he was my only friend. I was so grateful Jake would stay with me for my nap. I reached out for him and clutched him close. “Now drink this. Maybe then you’ll calm down.” I was reluctant, since I wasn’t thirsty, and I was worried I’d wet the bed again if I drank anything. I shook my head no. “Well if you’re going to nap without your bottle, maybe you can nap without Jake.” I squeezed Jake tighter and moaned. “Then open up.” I opened my mouth a little and mommy slid the nipple in. Without thinking, I started suckling, and the warm milk started squirting out into my mouth, down my throat, and into my tummy. Mommy gently guided my free hand over the bottle and helped me grasp it, then pulled up the sheets. “Now don’t get out of bed until I tell you, and don’t try to take off your diaper. Just drink your bottle, and I’ll do some laundry.” With that, she turned off the lights, left the room, and closed the door. I kept suckling my bottle on autopilot while I looked at my situation. I was back in diapers, and I didn’t know how long until mommy let me try to potty train. I reached down under the blankie and felt the plastic covering my pee-pee. I knew I wouldn’t get the bed all wet, but I was still sad I couldn’t be a big boy anymore. I took the bottle out of my mouth and turned to Jake. “Can I still be a big boy?” I listened to Jake’s answer, then I responded. “I guess so. Mommy knows best.” I kept suckling the warm milk out of the bottle until it was all done. I was so sleepy from all the chaos that’d happened. Just as it was empty, I let the bottle fall from my mouth and hugged Jake tighter. At least I was warm. Warm from the milkies, warm from my blankie, warm from Jakie, and warm in my diapie… Did I just have another accident? I fell asleep before I could answer.
  12. View File Aaliyah Taylor Mommy and LG Diaper videos Hi Everyone, I have a lot of Aaliyah Taylor diaper videos so thought I'd post them here. Will add more to this folder as time goes by. Some are in better quality than others... So far: -3 with Candi Chains, who is my favourite guest performer. Love how cutely forlorn she acts in the videos. User 'vegeto4' has kindly posted a couple more from her in the comments, but anyone know of any more that featured her? -4 with Molly Jane. Taken from the Mall duology is one of my favourites, and her getting bound in a pushchair is great too. Sadly a couple of these are in less than ideal quality so if anyone has them in a higher definition, or any other videos Molly appeared in, then please share! -8 with Amanda Bryant. My favourite is her in the bouncer, but also love her chastity diaper date outfit and her soggy diaper under her fancy dinner dress. As always, if you have any other Amanda ones I'd love to see them. -2 with Maria. Sadly one is a truncated one rather than the full video (in poor quality to boot) so if you have the full version, please share! This duology is another one of my favourites, as maybe I'm just a meanie but I love the roleplay of someone being kicked out into public in their double diapers and ABDL outfit! -2 with Alora. -1 with Kendra. -1 with Adriana Evans. -7 videos with Anastasia. Including 'no change' where she is put in multiple bulky diapers, and another one where she is punished with a hollow buttplug. -5 with Wenona. -1 with Aaliyah as a flower girl, with a woman I'm not sure the name of. -15 with Olivia Kasady, but still 2 more with her to come! Submitter Becky Sapphire Submitted 02/28/2024 Category Female  
  13. Wow, it's been a while. Some years ago, I began the adventures of these two young ladies and their bladder mishaps, but I never completed them. At long last, that is what I am attempting to do. And so, without further ado: Chapter 1 - An Introduction Specific tags: one-piece swimsuit, messing Angelica was surprised by the request her mom casually made while pressing the button on her phone to end the call. Not shocked, but it was nonetheless unexpected for a couple of reasons. “That was Jeanne. She needs someone to babysit Lily on Saturday afternoon. Do you think you could do it?” These were the reasons: first, Angelica never considered herself to be much of babysitting material. She had no younger siblings and was often the youngest in whatever group she found herself in, and so had never really interacted with kids much. But none of that mattered for the second reason: Lily was far too old for it to be considered “babysitting” at all. She raised an eyebrow and moved her lips to the side in an expression of “huh?” while asking, “Lily’s in high school, isn’t she? Isn’t that a little old to be babysat?” Her mom let out a little sigh and clarified. “Yes, yes, not really babysitting…fine. But Jeanne and Derek will be out at the doctor’s for the afternoon, and they don’t want Lily to be all alone at home during that time. Can you do it?” Angelica’s expression turned more placid as she thought for half a second before answering, “Sure, why not.” But her eyebrows immediately furrowed again as she remembered something else. “Wait a minute. Isn’t she the one who pees her pants all the time?” Try as she might, she couldn’t suppress a little snicker as she asked it. Angelica’s mother’s face darkened as she fixed her daughter with one of her Looks. The tone of her answer matched her expression. “She has a sympathetic spastic bladder. Don’t laugh about it. Can you imagine if it was you who had that condition?” “Yeah, I guess so.” Angelica looked away, feeling a little guilty. “Okay then. I’ll text Jeanne and let her know your answer. I can drop you off there and then she’ll bring you back here once she’s back from her appointment.” Angelica’s mom turned and walked down the hallway, texting with one hand. ~*~*~*~*~ It was about a quarter after one on Saturday when Angelica and her mom started the forty-minute drive out to Lily’s house. The drive was mostly free of conversation, as Angelica idly passed the time on her phone, texting and Instagramming. It was more out of boredom than anything else, and she found her mind wandering. How did her mom know Mrs., uh….Jeanne? Now that she thought about it, she didn’t even know the family’s last name. Her mom met Jeanne through…the PTA? Was that it? Something like that. Angelica shifted in her seat and pushed a strand of brown hair behind her left ear. She had never been to Lily’s house before—in reality, the two barely knew each other. Her mom was friends with Lily’s mom, but the friendship didn’t extend to their daughters. But Lily’s family was pretty well off, from what she knew. They lived out in a rural location, but they had a neighborhood watch and an in-ground pool. Angelica wished she had put on her bathing suit under her T-shirt and faded jeans—it was great swimming weather, in the warm-but-not-too-hot mid-June, and what better way for two young girls to spend an afternoon together? Her mom interrupted into her thoughts to reiterate what she had already told Angelica before they left: “Now, remember, Ange, even though you’re doing a favor for them, you are still the Wellses’—” (aha! that was the name) “—guest. I want you to remember that. Be respectful of them and their home. Understood?” Angelica breathed in and raised her head a little, still looking at her phone. “Yeah, mom. You told me that before we left.” “Well, I want to make sure you understand it. This is your only chance to make a good first impression.” She gave her daughter a smile and turned her attention back to the road. A guest—that was probably the real reason why she hadn’t worn her bathing suit. She didn’t want to seem like she was disrespecting the Wellses by inviting herself to their pool—either to them or to her mom. Well. There would probably be other things she could find to do. The sun was making it hard to see her phone screen, so she turned off the screen and dropped it between her thighs, before leaning against the door and letting the light pour across her face. As they drove past miles and miles of woods, the sunlight flashed in and out through the trees like a strobe light. With her eyes closed, the pulsating was almost hypnotic, and her thoughts wandered again. So, Lily was maybe two or three years younger than she herself was. Was she into anything interesting? Angelica was almost done with Gone with the Wind and wondered about what kinds of books Lily liked…if any. Hopefully she wouldn’t want to spend the whole time just talking about boys. It might be fun for a little bit, but there’s only so long that kind of conversation could go on. And…then her thoughts went back to where they kept slipping back to: Lily’s issue with wetting her pants. She stifled a laugh again thinking about it. It just seemed so…ridiculous. That someone at her age wouldn’t just have an accident, but actually be accident prone. Sure, there was always the occasional middle schooler or even high schooler that would pee themselves on a class trip, or during a test…but those incidents were rare enough that they would become the thing of legend for a few weeks or so, drifting on the winds of school gossip. But an ongoing issue? That was crazy. Had she just never been potty trained properly? Angelica couldn’t even remember the last time she had had an accident. Well, other than the one time in middle school at the Davises’ house, but she didn’t want to think about that. What had her mom called it? “Sympathetic spastic bladder.” Sympathetic. Kind of like sympathetic vomiting? Or pain? So…did that mean that if someone else needed to pee, it made her need to pee too? That was the best she could figure. But that seemed pretty common. Doesn’t that kind of thing happen to most people? Lily’s condition must just be a lot more severe. It must be, if she actually had wetting accidents from it. Man, that must be crazy. Angelica tilted her head back and tried to imagine what that must be like: bladder twitching and contracting, shifting from leg to leg, squeezing your thighs together hard to keep the flood inside…but then feeling yourself lose control, and pee flow out of you, despite your best efforts, all across your crotch and down your legs…as if on cue, Angelica’s own bladder gave an involuntary twitch and she took a quick intake of breath. Thankfully, she didn’t need to pee right now, but oh my goodness. She couldn’t even imagine how mortifying that would be. Trying to take her mind off it, she picked up her phone again from between her legs and went back to distracting herself. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering if Lily would have any…issues…today, though. But she knew better than to bring it up when there. ~*~*~*~*~ The hatchback crunched to a stop on the gravel drive and shut off. Both Angelica and her mom stepped out, stretching and breathing in the air. All around were woods, and no traffic could be heard. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the buzzing of cicadas and other insects. Mrs. Wells was already out the front door and coming up to meet them. “Tracy! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you for coming. And hello again, Angelica!” She gave each of them a hug when greeting them. Angelica had only met Mr. and Mrs. Wells once, but this sanguinity seemed to be standard behavior. She smiled back, “Hi. Thanks for having me over.” “Oh, it’s our pleasure. You’re really doing us a huge favor! We couldn’t find anyone else we trusted on such short notice.” She said this last part to Angelica’s mom, but it didn’t prevent a small swell of pride from rising up inside Angelica at being apparently being considered so valuable. “Here, come right this way. You can meet Lily.” Instead of leading them through the house, she walked over to the side and unlatched a small wrought-iron gate. “She’s in the pool in the back. Do you like to swim, Angelica? Did you happen to bring your bathing suit with you?” “Um, I do, but I didn’t bring it, no.” “Oh, that’s a shame. Maybe next time. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure there’s plenty for you to entertain yourself with.” They were at the backyard now, and Angelica could see the pool stretching out in the yard, its shiny blue surface looking absolutely tantalizing. At least she could put her feet in. Mrs. Wells called out, “Lily? The Carpenters are here. Come and say hello.” As they stepped out of the shade of the house and back into the sun, Angelica could see a very thin, shoulder-length blonde-haired girl raise her head out of the pool and then climb up the ladder and stand there dripping as she grabbed a SpongeBob towel and wrapped it around her black one-piece swimsuit. She was shorter than Angelica but also slenderer, but she was already sporting a healthy tan, unlike Angelica, who preferred to stay indoors more. When she spoke, Angelica noticed that she had her mother’s mouth and smile. “Hi. I’m Lily. Are you Angelica?” Angelica started to respond with a yes when Mrs. Wells cut in with a mildly chiding tone, “Now, Lily, what did I tell you? Be polite to our guest.” Lily blushed a little and revised, “Hello, Miss Angelica. Pleased to meet you.” Angelica couldn’t help but smile to herself as she realized that Lily’s mom probably made her daughter feel just as self-conscious about first impressions as her own mom. Lily started feeling less like a stranger to her and more like a potential friend. She stuck her hand out in her most mock-businesslike gesture and said in a playfully stern voice, “Pleased to make your acquaintance as well.” The two girls giggled as they shook hands a little too firmly, and Mrs. Wells laughed. “Well, look at you two! You’ll have a great time together. Derek and I will be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home here, Angelica. Have fun, and call us if you have any questions.” She turned off back to the path beside the house. From the other side, Angelica could hear the Wellses’ garage door opening and their car backing out. Angelica’s mom gave her a hug. “Have fun, sweetheart. Call me if you need anything.” She followed after Mrs. Wells with a parting wave. Angelica waved back, then turned back slowly, taking in all the details of the back yard. The house and yard were completely surrounded by woods, though there was still a privacy fence at the edge with a gate in the middle. That was at the far end of the yard, though, a good hundred feet away. Closer up there was a trampoline, then the pool, then the back patio which extended up to the back porch. There were two quad bikes parked close by the house, next to a couple of bushes. On the patio itself was an outdoor furniture set, with a glass-topped table in the center sporting a golf umbrella. On the table were an assortment of snacks, and an ice chest underneath boasted a bevy of soft drinks peeping their colorful heads out. “Wow…you’ve got a nice backyard…” Angelica led off tentatively. Lily gave a kind of half-hearted nod. “Yeah, it’s nice, I guess. I mean, yeah. Thanks.” “Must be kinda nice to have all this to yourself, huh?” “I guess. I mean, we’re kind of all alone out here. The nearest neighbor is like a mile away.” “Wow.” Angelica turned back toward the snack table. She hadn’t had much of a lunch and was both hungry and thirsty. “Oh, those are for you. Well, like, us. My mom wanted to make sure you felt appreciated.” Angelica looked up. “Just the two of us? Really? There’s enough here for like a whole party of people!” Lily shrugged. “Yup. That’s my mom.” She laughed a bit. “Seriously, though, have as much as you want. That’s why they’re there.” Angelica smiled on one side and looked back to the ice chest. Was there any ginger ale? Ginger ale was her favorite. Ah! There one was! She pulled it out, relishing the chilled surface of the aluminum and the drips of icy water down the sides. With a ksshhh she popped it open and took a sip, then coughed as the bubbles went into her nose. Lily sidled up next to the ice chest and popped open a Sprite. Angelica by now had found a bag of Chips Ahoy and began munching on them. Lily gulped down some Sprite and then asked, “So, Miss Angelica, do you like to swim?” Angelica finished washing down some cookie and suppressed a burp. “Yeah, I do, but I don’t have a swimsuit with me.” “Aw, that’s too bad. I love swimming. It’s like, literally my favorite thing to do during the summer. But it’s more fun with more people.” “Do you have any friends around?” “Haha, no one lives around. Not walking distance, at least. I really only see friends at school.” “Oh, that’s too bad.” Angelica tried to burp discreetly. Lily laughed. “What is it?” asked Angelica. Lily kept laughing. “That face you made! It was like, your eyes crossed.” She imitated it. “No they didn’t! I didn’t look like that!” Angelica protested good-naturedly. “You really did!” And then, most likely from laughing, Lily also burped, but much louder. This sent both girls into a fit of giggles. Angelica felt good. It seemed like the two of them might really click. ~*~*~*~*~ Almost two hours had passed. Angelica and Lily had chatted for a while, talking about Lily’s pets (an iguana and a guinea pig), historical fiction (Lily wasn’t as into reading but did like some historical movies), the vacation the Wells family would be taking soon to the Bahamas, and just whatever. They dangled their feet in the water for a while, eating snacks and drinking soda, before Lily wanted to go back to swimming, and so Angelica sat on the chaise lounge with another ginger ale after putting her shoes back on to keep her feet from getting sunburnt. Eventually conversation died down and Lily swam by herself while Angelica went back to her phone. Instagram was interrupted by a text from Jackie, a friend of hers from school. hey Ange Angelica tilted the screen away from the sun and squinted to better see past the glare. Holding the phone with two hands, she used her thumbs to reply. Hey Jackie Whats up? wyd the librarys doing a free movie want to come ? Cool, what time? And what movie in like fiften minutes Tangled I think Sorry, I can’t make it sounds fun though. ah you suckkkk haha Why cant u come tho My mom asked me to be with the Wells’ daughter while they’re out. whos that you know Lily? o yeah isnt she the one who pees her pants alot? Yeah, that’s her. Angelica looked up at Lily, who was currently lazily performing a backstroke. She felt a little weird about Lily’s condition being brought up, thinking that just a few hours ago, it was the main identifying feature she knew about Lily. Now to hear someone else express the same perspective after being able to spend some time getting to know Lily as a person was somewhat jarring. She had actually forgotten about Lily’s bladder until Jackie’s text, and she felt a pang of guilt in her gut when remembering her morbid fascination on the drive out, even half-hoping that she would see the effects. She also felt a pang of something else, a little lower in her body. Her phone then buzzed a “Low Battery” alert, which brought her back to the text conversation. wow that’s cray has she had to go pee a lot ? No, she seems normal. She’s nice. We’ve been getting to know each other. Does she like wear diapers or somthing? Angelica brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and shifted in her seat. This talk about peeing was making her have to go herself. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the ginger ale from the can before putting it on the table next to her, noticing only then that it was her fourth overall. That was actually a lot of soda. No she doesn’t. Anyway, can we talk about something else? It’s making me have to pee. haha I feel u girl well, sorry u cant comeee Thanks. Have fun Her phone buzzed another “Low Battery” alert. She saw that there was only 2% left and thought she should probably put the phone away. Right after putting it in her pocket, though, another text came in. pee pee rivers waterfalls She laughed at Jackie’s antics, but not before feeling Jackie’s desired effect in a contraction in her bladder. She leaned forward in her seat and typed back. Jackie! Not funny. Lol But then her phone gave one final buzz as the screen went out. The battery had died. Angelica took the cue and stood up from the chaise lounge, stretching and feeling the sun on her skin again after being under the golf umbrella. Her bladder was beginning to hurt. She really should go and use the bathroom now. She stepped up the patio and onto the back porch. Taking hold of the handle of the sliding glass door, she pulled on it. The door wouldn’t move. It took her a moment to register what happened. Then she gave another tug, this time with both hands. Nothing. The door was locked. Having the prospect of relief be so close and then denied her sharply intensified her need to go. Her bladder suddenly contracted, and she gasped and had to bend over to keep from leaking. She stood there for a few seconds, hands on her thighs, trying to figure out what to do. She was now starting to get genuinely worried. It might be over another hour before the Wellses came back, and she didn’t know if she could wait that long. Unbidden, her thoughts from the car ride earlier started to drip—drift!—back into her head: the feeling of desperation, of holding back with all your strength only to lose control anyway, of the spreading warm wetness… Her bladder spasmed again and she had to quickly grab her crotch to keep from letting anything out. No! She couldn’t let herself think like that. Honestly, she had probably had to go this badly before, on car trips or whatever. She would be fine. Of course she would. But her stomach was now feeling full of butterflies and gave an ominous gurgle. Taking a deep breath, she turned back toward the pool and walked out onto the patio. “Lily?” she called out. Lily raised her head up and shifted from floating to treading water. “What is it, Miss Angelica?” Angelica hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the back door. “I need to use the bathroom, but I think the back door is locked.” She tried to keep her voice steady, but she could tell that it came out a little higher pitched than normal. The look that came over Lily’s face did not make Angelica feel any more at ease. It was clearly a look of concern, but had a flash of something more for a second…something almost like fear. She climbed out of the pool again, did a quick dry-off with her towel before wrapping it around herself, then came up the porch as well. Angelica was shifting her legs back and forth at this point, trying to look less urgent than she felt. The pool water dripping off Lily wasn’t helping at all. Lily grabbed the door handle and gave it a firm tug. Just as when Angelica tried it, it didn’t budge. She cupped her hands and peered through the glass for a few seconds, even though Angelica was sure that they both knew the house was empty. Angelica took the opportunity to rub her thighs up and down while Lily couldn’t see her. “Yeah, it’s locked. I guess Mom or Dad locked it accidentally before leaving.” She paused and scanned the back wall of the house. “Do you have to go pretty bad?” Angelica felt too self-conscious to answer honestly, and besides, wasn’t Lily’s condition sympathetic? She tried to downplay how she felt. “Uh, well, I need to go, but I’ll be okay.” She gave a weak smile, hoping to convince herself as well as Lily. “Okay.” Lily’s answer didn’t seem entirely genuine. After a few seconds of awkward silence, during which Angelica was finding it difficult to stand still, she decided to swallow her pride. “Do you know if there’s another way into the house? A side door…an open window?” She tried to say it in a way that would almost make it sound like a joke, but instead of laughing, Lily turned slowly toward Angelica with a pale expression. “So you do have to go pretty bad…huh?” Angelica noticed that Lily started to shift from one foot to the other. “I just…I need to…use the bathroom. Yeah. I do.” She admitted it in the hope that Lily would know a solution and she would be provided with relief. Instead, saying it out loud just made her need more intense, as if her psychological barriers were starting to wear thin. She started to bob up and down a little in spite of herself, and her stomach churned again. Without warning, a fart slipped out, thankfully unheard over the cicadas. Her hands involuntarily shot to her butt before she realized it and moved them back down to her sides, blushing. Lily swallowed and answered, “The windows are probably all latched shut to keep the A/C inside. The only other door is the front door…but it’s normally locked.” “Is there a spare key or something? Anything you can think of?” Her voice had an audible tremor at this point. Lily’s eyes brightened. “Oh good idea! I think so. I know we used to have one…let’s go try and find it.” She stepped off the porch and towards the side walkway with Angelica following. As soon as she reached the path, though, she suddenly drastically slowed her pace. The delay caused a spike of irritation to shoot through Angelica, perfectly in sync with a spike of pain through her lower abdomen. She clenched both her teeth and sphincter, then realized what made Lily slow down so much. She was still barefoot from the pool and the path was paved with gravel. It must have been painful and slow going for her. Pity made her regret her irritation, and she said, “I can go check, since you’re barefoot. Where did you keep the key?” “Thanks. Under the rock at the corner where the right side of the front path meets the porch.” She gestured with her hands to demonstrate. “Okay. And…see if you can find any way in back here.” “Okay, I’ll do that.” She turned back to the grass of the back yard. As soon as she was by herself, Angelica started walking faster. She was still keeping all her muscles rigid in an attempt to prevent any from accidentally relaxing. She was sure that if anyone saw her, it would be super obvious that she had to pee. Against her will, her thoughts began to wander. I can’t believe I have to pee this bad…this morning I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to pee this bad…is this what it feels like for Lily?...my bladder is gonna pop and my crotch is tingling… Gotta keep it in. Gotta keep it in. I can do this. Yes. I can do this. I’ll just go and get the key, and then sweet relief…to be able to let it all out… No! Can’t think of that. Gotta stay focused. She had to stop and cross her legs for a few seconds, doubling over as she did so. Her stomach gave another unwelcome rumbling. She felt like there was more gas, but didn’t want to risk trying to let any out. Of course I’ll make it. That’s what normal people do. They don’t pee themselves. I’m way too old to pee myself. I’ll be fine. Her walk relaxed slightly, letting her speed up some more. There, now. That was the way to do it. See, she’d be fine. Just fine. Her bladder was still twinging when she opened the wrought-iron gate and stepped onto the front lawn, but she ignored it. Relief was near. Soon, this would be nothing but a memory of a close call and everything would be okay, nothing to fear. Anticipation was sending needles through her bladder and she clenched harder as she came up to the spot Lily had described to her. There was the rock. Just…move it to the side…and… Nothing. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as her face blanched. This was her only hope of getting inside, and now it was gone. It was supposed to be there, but it was gone! Her bladder tightened and she could feel the tension go all the way into her thighs. Her brain reeled. Maybe the Wellses would be back early? But there was no way to know. Maybe they would know some other way in? But her phone died—how could she reach them? Maybe a neighbor’s house? But there was no one…the nearest neighbor was “like a mile away,” according to Lily. In one last burst of desperation, she scrambled around the front garden, overturning rocks, lifting pots, feeling through the soil, trying to find a key anywhere, anywhere at all. Her bladder was on fire. She dashed up to the front door—maybe it was unlocked? But no, tugging and pushing and slamming against the heavy oak yielded no hope of entry. She stumbled back, off the porch, sweat beading on her forehead, her eyes darting back and forth, hoping beyond hope for some cracked window, some miraculous entry. But she found nothing. The house loomed over her, imposing, resolute, unyielding. It felt like a black hole opened in her soul, draining out her resolve in a spectral pull of despair mingled with resignation. There was nothing left to do but give in…give in and… Her bladder spasmed again, and this time, her clenched sphincter muscles were not strong enough to stop it. A spurt of hot urine surged into her underwear, and at the same time, another fart burst out of her behind. She gasped loudly, wide-eyed, and jammed a hand into her crotch to keep any more from leaking out. Back yard. Now. Maybe Lily found a way in. She tried to move as quickly as possible down the path past the gate again, but found she had to keep her hand in her crotch, intermittently squeezing, which slowed her down considerably. At this point, she didn’t even care if Lily saw her like this. She just had to hold on. She had to. Somehow being in a secluded place on the side of the house caused her desperation to shoot up in sharper and stronger waves than before. She was moving as fast as she could, but kept having to stop to keep from losing control. Panic made her thoughts roil. I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself oh crap oh crap I can’t believe this is happening to me Is this because I made fun of Lily But I didn’t really make fun of her I swear I can’t wet myself I’ve gotta hold on Can’t let go oh crap Can’t let go Can’t let go Despite holding herself, she felt another spurt leak out into her panties, which now felt hot and sticky against her private parts. She tried to control her breathing. She could still make it with minimal damage done. If only I’d brought my swimsuit I could just pee in the pool All nice and warm To just relax If only I could just relax and let go Let go Let go oh crap oh crap I can’t I can’t Mincing her way further, teeth clenched, tears began forming in her eyes. It would feel so good to just let go No! No I can’t! Yes just let go Just let go No! No! No! Yes! Yes! Yes! She spurted again. Then again, this time a little longer. The whole time, she was passing gas in little bursts as well. She was almost to the end of the walkway, but she could feel her hand getting warm and damp. She jammed her other hand into her crotch as well, holding on for all she was worth with both hands. She rounded the corner at last, head down, eyes wide, breathing heavy, heart racing. She knew there would definitely be a wet spot in her crotch, but she didn’t know how bad. Right now she just had to keep it from getting any worse. She could hear Lily come running up, but it seemed distant, like in a dream. Just like in a horror movie, when the bandages are sloooowly peeled away to reveal the villain’s disfigurement, she gingerly lifted her hands away from her crotch. Her legs were bent inward, knees together and shaking, and she could feel her face go white as she saw the damage. Her jeans were clearly wet and dark all around her crotch, in an area about the size of a dessert plate. The wetness went slightly further down her right thigh, and the fabric was glistening at the center of her crotch. It was, all in all, very obvious that she had had a pee accident. Her breath caught and her heart was jackhammering in her skull. As if from far away, she could hear Lily’s voice— “Miss Angelica? I couldn’t find any way in back here. Did you find the key?” That was the last straw. With a groan, Angelica felt all her willpower and muscles give way at once. She sank to her knees as the floodgates opened, with no stopping them now. It was like a faucet had been turned on in her pants. She watched, as if in a trance, as the wet spot rapidly darkened and grew shiny, then spread voraciously across her crotch and down her thighs. She just kept breathing in and out, in and out, powerless to do anything but watch. She could feel the wetness spread to her butt and then pour out in a stream directly onto the patio. Two puddles formed, one at each knee, and then they merged and were supplemented by the bigger puddle forming under her rear. She could hear the sharp hssssss as she emptied her bladder, combined with the splashing of the urine underneath her. The waves of desperation gave way to ecstasy as relief finally came, but it was darkened by the heavy overshadowing sense of extreme embarrassment and shame of having actually wet her pants. Here she was, just a few hours ago unable to conceive of how anyone could lose bladder control and have an accident, and now she was experiencing just that. The tears that had formed in her eyes overflowed, and her heavy breathing shifted into soft sobs at her plight. She continued going to the bathroom in her pants for over half a minute before the flow finally tapered off. For what seemed like a small eternity, there was silence. Even the cicadas had died down. The only sounds that could be heard were the quiet sniffles of Angelica as she wiped the tears from her reddened cheeks and the muffled drip…drip…drip of the last of her urine from her pants. Now that she was actually done, the wetness was starting to feel very cold. Her head still down, Angelica couldn’t see Lily’s reaction. Eventually, Lily broke the silence. “Miss Angelica?” Her voice sounded like she was going to be sick. “Miss Angelica, I—” Then she made a kind of choking sound and was silent. The next thing Angelica heard was a spattering, splashing sound. But she had finished peeing—what could that be? And it was coming from in front of her… She raised her head to meet Lily’s eyes, but her gaze only got halfway. It stopped on Lily’s feet, where Angelica could see a yellow puddle growing. Her eyes were drawn upwards, where she could see urine pouring out of the crotch of Lily’s black swimsuit, splashing in streams between her thighs, and coursing in rivulets down each of her legs. She watched, transfixed, for several seconds, then looked up at Lily’s face. Lily stood there open-mouthed, pale, and speechless. Her arms were rigid at her sides, and she seemed completely unable to make any effort to stop Nature’s course whatsoever. Angelica watched as Lily also emptied her bladder into her clothes, and felt her own body give way once more. She felt her panties rewarm as one final jet of urine came out, but then her intestines rumbled. She gasped again and leaned forward, grabbing her butt, but not before she lost control and felt, one, two, three, four, five small pieces of poop pop out unbidden into her underwear. She could feel the wetness pull away from her skin as her underwear now sagged down from the seat of her pants due to the extra weight. Lily was still pale, but seemed to have finished peeing. She spoke, her voice hoarse, but with a new element of shock in her tone. “Miss Angelica, did you just…?” Angelica tried to lean back on her knees again, but her legs were too shaky. Instead, she lost her balance and fell with a splish on her butt in her own pee puddle, wincing as the poop in her panties was unceremoniously squished across her bottom. She couldn’t speak. She was in too much shock. Instead she just sat there and covered her face with her hands, trying to pretend this had all been a bad dream. ~Aftermath~ After gaining her composure, Angelica stiffly told Lily to clean up herself in the pool and the puddles with her towel, which would then also be washed off in the pool. At least swimsuits were designed to get wet. She on the other hand walked gingerly to the gate in the privacy fence, opened it, walked about fifty feet into the woods on the other side, and then, once she made sure no one was around, took off her shoes and socks and peeled off her jeans. Gosh, she was so stupid. She could have just peed in the woods when she had the chance. Trying to keep as much of her mess contained as possible, she pulled down her panties and made a face of disgust at herself. She then threw the panties into the underbrush and pulled her jeans back on, wincing at the roughness of the denim. She then walked back into the back yard, carrying her shoes and socks, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and then jumped in the pool. At Lily’s expression of surprise, all Angelica had to do was give her a stern look for her to understand: this way, her parents would never have to know what happened. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in awkward silence. Lily sat next to the pool (she didn’t trust how clean the water was anymore) and Angelica on the chair. She didn’t touch any more soda. Lily’s parents ended up arriving about forty minutes later, and Angelica had a strange kind of feeling of vindication when realizing that she really would not have been able to wait until they arrived. When they asked about why she was all wet, Angelica made up a story about goofing around near the pool and accidentally falling in. She kept all other answers to questions about the afternoon short, but with enough affected pep as to avoid suspicion. She made sure to say nothing about the locked back door, knowing that it would likely raise further questions—notably about where all the soda they drank went. Once Mrs. Wells dropped her off at her home, Angelica gave the same kinds of answers to her mom, determined to make sure that no one else ever found out about what happened. One week later, however, Lily was walking home from the bus stop. She and some friends had just gotten back from watching a movie and parted ways. The bus stop was nearly a mile walk from her house, but it was shorter to cut through the woods and come in through the back yard. Lily was walking quickly, already needing to use the bathroom. She remembered all too well the incident the previous week, and that the only reason her parents hadn’t found out what happened was because of Angelica’s resourcefulness. She was almost to the gate to her back yard when she was distracted by a loud buzzing off to the left. Curious, she looked that direction, then stepped carefully into the underbrush. The source of the buzzing was a swarm of flies, all acutely interested in something obscured by the leaves. As she drew nearer, a nasty smell hit her and she wrinkled her face and pinched her nose. She knew what it was. Ever since that incident, she had wondered how Angelica had cleaned up her poop accident. Now she knew. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like a train wreck; she had to see. She haltingly drew back the plants with one hand and looked down. There, stiff and wrinkled from drying out in the open air, were a pair of pink bikini-cut panties, with a sickly brown load of poop completely covering the seat. Lily could feel herself losing control. It always felt the same way. The same sensation of being a stranger in your own body, of psychological resolve dissipating. She ran through the gate and across the yard, her breathing ragged, with one hand in her crotch in a vain attempt to stop the flow. As she sped across the grass, the wet spot gradually spread out on either side of her hand and down one leg of her jean shorts. She reached the back door and translated her momentum into forcefully sliding the door open, but she was jarringly stopped short by the fact that the door was locked. Again. She banged on the door with her free hand, yelling for someone inside to hear her, her other hand getting wetter and wetter as she continued leaking, urine now dripping from the cuff of her left leg and trickling down her thigh. She remembered what had happened the previous week and Angelica’s plight, including what ended up happening to her, as a new pressure built up in her abdomen. It was unfortunate, but apparently inevitable, then, that Lily’s mom came to the door a minute later and found her daughter red-faced and sobbing, a puddle under her soaked tennis shoes and a load in her shorts.
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