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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. -6 with Olivia Kasady, but still 11 more with her to come!
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  2. 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.
  3. 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. -5 with Olivia Kasady, but plenty more with her to come! Submitter Becky Sapphire Submitted 02/28/2024 Category Female  
  4. 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.
  5. (...and perhaps its overarching themes may be applied to omorashi as well.) Leather Pardon the choice of words that now dot my paper, The blood, the touching, the warm and the wet. Pardon the documents that now flood my computer, “Sexuality”, “Eroticism”, and whatnot. I’ve set Free of my pen that used to be a horse trapped In the stable, munching non-stop on the same hay Pushed beneath its nose, labeled “orthodoxy”, Before throwing off its rein at the dawn of a new day. Pardon me! I beg you not to get me wrong; Never had I ever denied my past as a writer. Rather, when my own desires emerged as enemies, I chose to be their friend and not a fighter. A chaste maiden I’d been, innocence I’d penned plenty, My own words I’ll never ditch; it’s just that I’ve found Better ones - pearls do gleam and silks do glimmer, Yet neither kindles my fire like leather unbound. Gone were the closets that housed my skeletons, Gone were the struggles, the self-doubts, the shame; Here in my hand is my whip made of leather, And like its nine tips with my past I now part ways. Pardon my high profile you mistake as haughtiness, Pardon what goes beyond the birds and the bees, Pardon the ring of O that huddles my finger, Pardon my leather, - pardon me please! Or perhaps “pardon” is not the correct word; We need not be forgiven for we’ve done nothing wrong. What we need is respect and empathy and comfort, We who, against fear and hatred, try to stay strong. To anyone and everyone who loves leather: Hold fast to your whips, and join hands, and sing a song - We’re just kinky people doing kinky things together And build, in a harsh world, a haven where we belong.
  6. 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!
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  13. The Story Amanda was driving to work on Monday morning, having only recently started her new job at an insurance brokerage firm which was her first employer since graduating college. Though she had moved back home with her mom since returning from college, the girl was pleased with her new salary which she felt she could easily save up to get her own apartment, plus she had other benefits like a company car so at 22 years of age, she felt proud of where she was in life. She was blonde with her hair cut shoulder length, and on the short side with a body that was a teeny bit plump but she felt the softness just made her cute, and at least gave her a bigger butt and thicker thighs to make up for her modest bust. She was dressed smartly for work in a white blouse and a grey pencil skirt, with a matching blazer on the seat beside her. Amanda was approaching a T-junction when her phone buzzed so she glanced at it to see a message from one of her friends regarding a holiday they were planning. With one eye on the road, she skimmed through the message then began to type a reply, as it was about a special booking offer that her friend thought they could take advantage of if they got on with it, then realised too late that she was pulling out in front of an oncoming car, which had right of way. The girl quickly accelerated, to get herself clear before the car crashed into her side, while the other driver sharply braked and swerved with the two cars narrowly avoiding a collision. The girl pulled up to the side of the road, her heart racing in panic at the near miss, then rushed out of her car, and with relief saw the other driver had safely pulled up on the other side of the road without crashing, and was also getting out of their vehicle unharmed. It was a woman in her late forties, attractive and just slightly taller than Amanda, with wavy auburn hair, bright red lipstick, and dressed in a turquoise dress that showed the cleavage of her busty chest. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry!” Amanda apologised, making sure she looked both ways this time before hurrying across the road. “Yes I’m fine, but not thanks to your driving!” The woman said angrily. “What were you thinking pulling out in front of me like that?” “I’m really sorry.” The girl said again, knowing she was at fault. “You were on your phone weren’t you?” “What? No, I um…” “Don’t lie! I saw you were on your phone. Was whatever social media you were on more important than the safety of yourself and other drivers?” “No… I didn’t think… I would never do that again!” “You should be thankful that’s the choice you can make, as you certainly wouldn’t be doing it again if we had collided and you’d been paralysed or worse… or lost your licence for whatever might of happened to me!” Amanda looked at her feet, blushing at being told off. “What’s your name?” The woman suddenly asked. “Amanda.” The blonde said, wondering whether she should have perhaps given a false name. “Amanda sounds a bit too mature for a silly girl like you. I think Mandie is more appropriate.” “Well, Amanda is my name, not Mandie.” Amanda snapped, annoyed at being called a ‘silly girl’ by the angry woman. Sure, she had been caught out dangerous driving, and the woman was rightfully cross, but that didn’t mean she could just disrespect her like that. “Don’t backtalk to me Mandie. I should report you for driving like that while using your phone! You nearly caused a serious accident…” “Look, I said I was sorry. Could we just forgot it please? No harm done and I promise I’ve learnt my lesson!” Amanda said, bristling that the woman was insisting on calling her ‘Mandie’ though thought it was best not to argue with her about it if she wanted to get away without being reported. “I don’t know… I bet if I let you drive off you’d just be back on your phone in a heartbeat, and won’t learn until you’ve had a serious accident or been in serious trouble. And I think trouble is much preferable to an accident, don’t you Mandie?” “I promise I’ve learnt my lesson. It was the only time I’ve used my phone at the wheel and I won’t ever do it again!” Amanda pleaded with the woman, who wasn’t seeming convinced. “Look, how about I pay you a little for all the trouble I’ve caused…” “Oh, so as well as a silly girl, you are some spoilt brat who thinks she can pay her way out of trouble. Oh no, you definitely need to be reported as think you’ll take the police more seriously than you are me…” “No please, it’s not that I’m spoiled… I just wanted to make it up to you without getting the police involved. Please, it’s a company car so any incidents involving the police will go back to my employer, and it’s my first ever job and I’m still new so it could get me fired!” Amanda appealed to the woman, aware that admitting it was a company car could backfire but hoping it showed the lady that she was taking this seriously and didn’t need the police involved. “Work car huh? Yes, I imagine if your employer found out you could get in quite a bit of trouble Mandie!” The woman said, seeming to be pondering something which Amanda hoped was forgiveness. “How about we strike a little deal? Instead of reporting you to the police, you shall come back to my house so I can punish you personally in a way befitting a silly brat, sounds fair? That way you learn your lesson without the police or your employers ever knowing…” “Punish me? What do you mean?” Amanda asked, shocked at the strangeness of the suggestion. She couldn’t imagine what the woman could possibly have in mind. “It won’t be anything much, just something to make you remember this lesson next time you find yourself reaching for your phone while driving. But you’ll have to agree to go through with it!” “How can I agree if I don’t know what it is?” Amanda said. “Okay Mandie, the police it is then…” The woman said, reaching into her handbag for her phone. “Okay fine, I’ll do whatever you want me to, just please don’t call the police.” Amanda agreed desperately. Surely whatever it was wouldn’t compare to the threat of her losing her job, so she resolved she’d just have to go through with it. ‘It’s probably something dumb like writing lines… maybe she is a teacher.’ She thought to herself. Leaving her car on the side of the road, Amanda fetched her handbag from the passenger’s seat, then reluctantly climbed into the woman’s car, hoping she wasn’t making a serious mistake. “Who are you texting?” The woman asked, seeing Amanda had pulled out her mobile. “Oh, I was just telling work I’d be a little late in…” “You better tell them you shan’t be in today at all… just say you’re sick or something.” “Really, this is going to take all day?” “Yes, though perhaps the police would be quicker?” Amanda sighed, but begrudgingly texted her boss to say she had an awful migraine so wouldn’t be in office today. **** Amanda sat in sullen silence in the passenger seat, wondering what the woman could possibly have in mind as her punishment. They didn’t speak as they drove back to her home in the wealthy suburbs, turning into a cul-de-sac road named Sapphire Lane where they pulled into the driveway of house No. 26. It was a large detached house, and Amanda found herself even more cowed as it was clear the woman was quite well-off. “Oh, I haven’t even introduced myself, my name is Isla…” The woman said as they got out the car. “… but you will call me mommy today.” “Mommy?” Amanda said, frozen in shock at the demand. “Yes Mandie, not hard is it?” Isla grinned then led the way to the house. Amanda reluctantly followed, unable to believe the woman wanted her to call her ‘mommy’ with it suddenly dawning on her that this mysterious punishment she had agreed to could be sex related. “Why should I call your mommy? Are you a lesbian or something with a kink for younger woman!” “You should call me mommy as otherwise you’ll me calling me ma’am in front of the police. I hope you don’t answer back to every simple little instruction or otherwise I shall have to make your punishment much worse… so is it mommy or ma’am?” Amanda frowned but sighed “Mommy.” “Good girl!” Isla smiled, pinching her belittlingly on the cheek, before unlocking the front door and letting them inside. The woman’s house was as nice inside as it was outside, and she followed the woman in the large airy lounge with plush sofas, a large TV, and a well-stocked bookcase. “First we’ll start with a spanking, strip out of those clothes Mandie.” Isla said, sitting on the sofa. “What!” Amanda exclaimed, shocked at what the woman was proposing though thought she probably should of guessed it would be something weird and demeaning like that as soon as the woman had proposed to punish her in a way ‘befitting a silly brat’. “Are you a brat who answers back, or just a little dim-witted when it comes to understanding commands? Take off your clothes and bend over my knee.” “If you’re going to spank me, couldn’t we just do it with my skirt on?” Amanda said, not believing she was actually negotiating a spanking with the woman. “No, besides I think those office clothes are far too mature for a silly girl like you. Now hurry up!” Amanda sighed, but decided arguing with the woman might just make matters worse, so placed her handbag on the sofa, and reached behind herself to unzip her pencil skirt. ‘The quicker I get this over with, the faster I can get out of here though not sure why she told me to tell work I wouldn’t be making it in today if it’s just a spanking…’ She pulled down her skirt then removed her blouse so she was stood in her black lace underwear, then hesitantly went over to the woman to bend over her knee as instructed. “Take off those bra and panties too.” Amanda grimaced but stripped naked in front of the woman, thinking how she had never been nude in front of a stranger before. She wasn’t ashamed of her body but felt humiliated to have it on display to the attractive authoritative older woman, and she shivered slightly, not because it was particularly cold but because it felt weird to feel the light breeze from an open window all over her naked skin. “Gosh, maybe you are a little dim-witted. I told you to come bend over my knee, not just to stand there.” Isla said, and Amanda blushed at being scolded by the clothed woman. She, though mortified at the position she was putting herself in, bent over the woman’s knee so her big ass was ready for the palm of Isla’s hand. “What a cute butt. So soft…” Isla said, caressing her fingers over it. “Is it used to being spanked?” Amanda shook her head, not remembering ever having been spanked in her entire life. “Surprising, as if I was your mother I would definitely be using it as a regular method of discipline. Perhaps with some spankings, you would have been a less reckless driver and not be in this predicament right now.” Isla said then slapped her hand down on the girl’s bare bottom. Amanda squealed, though mostly from surprise, as the woman followed the slap with three spanks, in quick succession, on her right buttock, before administering the same number to her left. Each slap was loud, and made Amanda’s butt jiggle, with the blonde moaning in humiliation and twinges of pain though she was ashamed to admit that the sensation was weirdly pleasurable. ‘I might even enjoy it if it was during some kinky sex, and not as punishment from a stranger!’ Amanda thought though as the spanking continued and her butt reddened with soreness, each slap slowly became more stinging. Isla was alternating buttocks with every fifth or sixth slap, which gave each ass cheek a longer break, but meant when it was receiving attention, it had to endure more at once. “Tell me what this is teaching you.” Isla said, not pausing in spanking the girl. “That I shouldn’t use my phone while driving… Ow! I promise I will never do that again and make sure I’m much more careful on the road!” Amanda simpered, crying out a little when a slap was particularly stinging on her sore ass. “Good girl. Now thank me for taking my time in teaching you a lesson rather than just letting the police deal with you.” “Thank you mommy, thank you for teaching me to be good!” Amanda cried, ashamed to be pathetically thanking somebody giving her a bare bottom spanking at 22 years old. “Okay, I think that’s enough… Your butt is even more adorable when it’s a shade of reddish-pink!” Isla grinned, letting the naked girl stand back up. “I’ll just go and get a few other bits for the next part of your punishment.” Amanda was left waiting, standing by the sofa and caressing her sore butt which she couldn’t believe she had allowed to be spanked, but despite how embarrassing it was, she admitted it was better than having to explain her driving to the police and risk losing her job because of it. She wondered what the woman was fetching, and guessed her punishment wasn’t over yet… ‘maybe she’s going to make me clean her house or something…’ Isla returned, placing a bunch of things on the coffee table which Amanda looked at in disbelief. It was a bottle of baby powder, a light blue bodysuit with a pattern of cartoon daisies, some oversized mittens, and, what drew Amanda’s gaze the most, a white adult diaper with a pattern of blue stars. “What is all of this for!” She exclaimed. “For you to wear silly.” Isla said, unrolling a changing matt, patterned with cartoon jungle animals, on the carpet. “But that is a diaper!” “Yes, you aren’t as dumb as I thought.” Isla laughed sarcastically. “Now lie down on the matt.” “No way am I wearing that!” “Yes you are, this is part of the punishment we agreed on for me to not call the police. Or would you prefer if I spoke to your employer directly about you nearly crashing the company car they unwisely gave a silly little brat like you?” Amanda groaned, but moodily sat on the matt, thinking how the spanking seemed relatively dignified when it was compared to being diapered. The blonde led on her back and reluctantly lifted her butt off the ground so the woman could slide the unfurled diaper beneath her. She lowered her butt back down on the diaper, thinking it actually felt kinda nice on her sore buttocks, but the humiliation of what was happening to her quickly drove that thought out of her mind. Isla reached for the bottle of baby powder, and sprinkled it over the blonde’s clean shaven pussy. ‘Is she actually thinking I’m going to wet myself in this diaper, or is the powder to just make it feel even more mortifying…’ The woman closed the diaper and taped it up on the girl who couldn’t believe, as a 22 year old insurance broker, that she was actually wearing a diaper. “Do you like it?” “No!” Amanda moaned. “Oh come now, it’s cute and definitely suits you! Or I can get you another diaper, I have ones with more girly patterns or ones that are bigger and bulkier…” “No, I’ll stay in this one.” Amanda sighed, not wanting to make her punishment even more embarrassing than it had to be. “Good girl, so you do like it!” “Yes…” Amanda was forced to say, though she definitely did not like the diaper. “Tell me properly, I think you can manage sentences rather than just single words. And remember what I told you to call me Mandie!” “I like this diaper mommy.” Amanda blushed, the words feeling surreal as they came out her mouth. She was mortified at being made to say it but then reasoned she hadn’t any more dignity to lose seeing she was lying diapered on a changing matt, smelling of baby powder. Isla laughed then ordered the girl to stand up and put her arms up so she could pull the bodysuit onsie onto her. It had short sleeves but no legs, and a snap crotch which the woman pulled down over the girl’s diaper then clipped closed. Though the onsie hid her diaper, it did nothing to obscure the shape so the blonde knew that anyone looking would be able to tell straight away she was diapered beneath it. “Why do you even have diapers and this onsie thing…” Amanda asked as the woman tugged her onsie a little so it was neatly in place. “That’s a fair question. It’s bad luck for you that our near miss happened when it did as I only recently got all of this stuff. You see my 18 year old goddaughter is a naughty brat like you, and she’s coming to stay with me for a few weeks when her mother’s abroad on a business trip, so all of this is to surprise her! She is going to be diapered just like you, and dressed in silly little rompers, pyjamas, dresses, and other cutesy things only for her it will last for weeks until her mother returns, while you should be thankful I’ll be letting you go later today…” Amanda found it hard to be thankful as she’d rather not be diapered and spanked at all, even if it was only for a day but was certainly glad she didn’t have a godmother like Isla. She wondered how the woman expected her goddaughter to go along with it all, especially for weeks, and pondered if the woman had some blackmail material on that girl too. Meanwhile Isla had picked up mittens from the coffee table, and made the blonde hold out her hands so she could pull them on. They were bondage mittens that tightened around her wrists so she wouldn’t be able to remove them without the woman’s help again, but made of thick pink material, that was soft but prevented her from using her fingers, rather than black leather that ones in BDSM would normally be made of. “This way I won’t have you touching things I don’t want you to. If only you could wear them driving as that’ll stop you using your phone, though suppose they’ll get in the way of driving the car too.” Isla laughed. Amanda felt more vulnerable now she was in the bondage mittens, as before she was just constrained by the threats of the police, but now she was also physically limited with what she could use her hands for. ‘Was making a deal with this crazy woman the best idea? What could she want to do to me next!’ Isla told the blonde to follow her again, and they left the lounge, with Amanda glancing at her handbag being left behind on the sofa which contained her car keys, phone, and purse. Not that she would be able to handle any of those object with her hands in the mittens… At the end of the corridor was a wooden bench against the wall, and the girl saw that on the legs of the bench were two chains which ended in fluffy pink ankle cuffs. Above the bench, on the wall, was a hook which dangled two more chains which ended in fluffy pink wrist cuffs. It wasn’t hard for Amanda, slightly panicked, to guess what the fours cuffs were for… “This is the ‘naughty step’ I created for my goddaughter, though you shall be the guinea pig testing it! Hop on.” “You aren’t going to cuff me are you mommy? I promise I’ll sit here for as long as you want without them…” Amanda said, wanting to avoid being made even more helpless in the weird woman’s house, and hoping that willingly addressing her as mommy would help persuade Isla to be more lenient towards her. “You always have questions or complaints to every instruction I give you Mandie. Come on, hop on the naughty step otherwise I’ll sit there instead to give you another spanking over my knee.” Amanda climbed onto the bench, and sighed as the woman bent down to bind her ankles in the comfortable, but secure, fluffy cuffs. Isla then pulled the blonde’s arms above her head to cuff them to the hook on the wall. The girl wiggled on the bench, finding the wood wasn’t uncomfortable with the cushioning of her diaper, but not liking how she was now utterly helpless. It seemed the woman was just taking advantage of her to explore her weird fetishes, however Amanda couldn’t help thinking of the dangers of allowing herself to be tied up by a stranger, especially when no one knew she was even there. “Now wait there while I fetch something…” Isla laughed, knowing the girl had no choice but to wait. Amanda dreaded what the woman could be fetching this time, and couldn’t begin to guess what it could be but she was sure it’d be something weird and humiliating. The girl saw she wasn’t wrong as Isla returned holding several things she placed on the bench next to the blonde. They were a cloth bid, a jar of baby food, a soft plastic spoon, a baby bottle, and something that looked like a pacifier with straps. “As you’re going to be sat there for a while, I don’t want you to go hungry or thirsty.” Isla explained, tying the bid around the girl’s neck. “I’m not hungry mommy, I don’t normally eat lunch so early.” “While you’re in my house, I decide when you eat lunch.” Isla said, unscrewing the lid of the jar and scooping a big pile of mush onto the spoon. “What is it?” Amanda said, eyeing the unappetising puree which she knew would be going into her mouth. “A mix of pureed vegetables. I’m not sure it will be yummy but its healthy, and you are being punished after all. Open wide!” Amanda allowed the woman to spoon the mush into her mouth, and she swallowed, screwing up her face in disgust at the bland puree. “Yuck!” The girl exclaimed, and tightly closed her mouth, not wanting to accept any more of the gross mush between her lips. “Don’t be bratty again Mandie or you’ll get more spankings. Do you want more spankings or to eat like a good little girl?” Isla said, holding a spoon full of mush to the blonde’s lips. Amanda groaned in protest but reluctantly opened her mouth again, knowing she’d probably have to eat it sometime before the woman allowed her to leave so deciding it was best to accept her fate sooner rather than after repeating the humiliation of being spanked. “It’s not that bad is it?” Isla smiled as Amanda swallowed another spoonful of pureed vegetables. “Are you finding sitting on your padded diapered butt comfortable?” “Yes mommy.” Amanda groaned between mouthfuls of mushy food. She knew she couldn’t keep giving the woman bratty answers, and truth be told the diapers did provide a pillow to the bench she was forced to sit on, so, as much as she hated to admit it, they were comfy. “Then if you like your food and your comfy diapers, why do you look so sad?” Isla laughed mockingly. “Maybe if we played airplanes while I feed you…” The woman made a noisy plane noise while gliding the spoon through the air as if it was in flight. “Open wide as the airplane is coming in for landing!” Amanda begrudgingly opened her mouth to accept the cargo of the ‘airplane’, swallowing more of the weakly flavoured mush. Isla repeated the game a few times until Amanda, even more humiliated, begged her to stop. “I’ll just eat the food normally!” The girl said, blushing as she realised she was calling being spoon fed without pretending it was an airplane ‘normal’. “Okay then Mandie, eat up!” Isla said, shovelling the pureed vegetables into the girl’s mouth, giving the blonde another spoonful of mush as soon as she swallowed. Amanda couldn’t help gagging a little as she tried to keep up with how rapidly the woman was feeding her the nasty food, and felt the mush get smudged around her lips as the spoon feeding grew messier. “Maybe we will need that bib if you aren’t careful…” Isla said, using the edge of the soft plastic spoon to carefully wipe the mush off of the girl’s lips, and into her mouth. The blonde was glad to see the jar finally empty as she ate her last mouthful. “Yuck.” The blonde couldn’t help coughing after she swallowed. “Aww, I’m sure you would learn to enjoy the food after a while… too bad I’m letting you go later as I’d love to see you slowly appreciate it a little more with every feeding. Oh well, you can thank my goddaughter for that as if I wasn’t getting her in a few weeks, I’d be tempted to keep you.” Amanda was glad the woman didn’t want to ‘keep’ her as she was prepared to endure the weird humiliations for a day but any longer would make her question if she wasn’t better off trying her luck with the police. She felt a little sorry for the goddaughter, but being sat in her diaper, onsie, bib, and mittens with her hands bound above her head and her tummy full of the baby food, she definitely rather it was inflicted on a stranger than herself. “Now it’s time for some apple juice to make sure you’re hydrated, as we don’t want that diaper going to waste!” Isla laughed, placing down the empty jar and spoon, and picking up the baby bottle full of golden liquid. Amanda moaned, guessing she really was going to have to pee in the diaper before the woman was satisfied. “Let’s clean those messy lips…” Isla said, pulling up the girl’s bid to wipe the mush smeared over her mouth, before bringing the rubber nipple of the bottle to her lips. Amanda reluctantly suckled on the rubber nipple, tasting the sweet apple juice which, compared to the pureed food, tasted nice but was still humiliating being bottle fed it by a woman. Especially as Isla mockingly reminded her it was so she would be sure to fill her diapers with pee. “Do you like it?” Isla asked and Amanda, without getting to stop suckling on the bottle, shook her head. “Aww, you’re such a fussy girl! Well I could get you some milk instead? Or perhaps you’d prefer coffee or even castor oil… though those might cause you to need your diaper for another reason.” Amanda shook her head, deciding that she was fine with the apple juice if those other liquids were the alternatives as peeing in a diaper was mortifying and gross enough, but she didn’t want to find out what messing one would feel like, both physically and emotionally. “Good girl, I bet you do think its yummy but you’re just grumpy. You’re half way there already!” Isla laughed, but didn’t give the girl a break, making her continue until she had downed the entire bottle of apple juice. When the rubber nipple was removed from her lips, Amanda couldn’t help burping a little, blushing at her loss of control but it only made Isla laugh. “Oh dear, I would of brought a burp cloth too if I know you’ll be like that!” Amanda blushed at the suggestion that she would need a burp cloth, embarrassed that she had let out a little belch. “I think I’ll leave you for a while on the naughty step so you can think about what a bratty girl you are, and make you reflect on your driving safety which is the thing that got you in trouble. But I’m not a mean mommy so I’ll leave you something to suck on…” Isla said, showing the girl the pink pacifier which had straps like a ball gag. Amanda resigned herself to yet another humiliation as the pacifier gag was pushed into her mouth, her lips wrapping around a rubber teat again, while the woman securely strapped it around her head. “See you later Mandie!” Isla grinned then walked away back to the lounge, leaving her bound on the ‘naughty step’. She sat alone, wiggling a little on the bench but helpless with her arms pulled above her head, bound to the hook on the wall. She didn’t want to pee herself, but could feel the urge coming on, and wondered if she was better off just allowing her bladder to release rather than fighting to keep her dignity, if she even had any dignity left after the spanking, diapering, and spoon and bottle feeding. She suspected Isla would keep her bound on the ‘naughty step’ until she wet herself, so holding out would only elongate her time in the weird woman’s clutches. Maybe if she just got on and wet herself, she would be allowed to leave at last. After all, it surely must be the final humiliation that the woman had in mind for her bizarre punishment. However with the pacifier in her mouth, which she was ashamed to realise she had begun to suck on out of boredom, she couldn’t call out to tell the woman she had wet herself so realised she would be stuck regardless until Isla returned. She didn’t want to make matters worse by sitting in a soggy diaper so held her pee, though the urge to piss was beginning to grow. As time stretched on, Amanda found herself feeling a strange mix of tedium at just sitting with nothing to do besides suck on her pacifier, humiliation at the ordeal, and a mounting desperation as her urge to pee grew stronger. She was glad when the woman returned. “How are you doing Mandie?” Isla asked, though knew the pacified girl couldn’t respond, at least beyond incoherent frustrated mumbling through the gag. The woman rubbed her hand over the girl’s crotch, sighing. “This doesn’t feel soggy at all… I guess you need a little longer.” Amanda moaned as she watched the woman abruptly leave her again, and knew that she definitely wouldn’t be freed until she had pissed herself. She resolved herself to the necessity of the humiliating act, though found that consciously wetting herself, despite her desperation to pee, wasn’t an easy psychological barrier to overcome. She sat longer, wiggling in discomfort but unable to empty her bladder due to years of toilet use ingrained on her muscle memory, however Amanda eventually willed herself to pee. The blonde relieved herself in the diaper, feeling the warm and wet sensation as it filled with her urine. She was ashamed to find it felt strangely nice, even a little erotic between her legs, but this sensation of liberating freedom was tempered by the fact she was bound on a ‘naughty step’ in a stranger’s house. She felt that the diaper had grown bulkier between her thighs as it absorbed her pee. ‘I never thought I’d wet a diaper again…’ The 22 year old blonde thought forlornly. ‘Why couldn’t the bitch have some normal fetish… she’s kinda hot so licking her pussy wouldn’t of been so bad compared to this!’ She sat in her wet diaper, waiting expectantly for the woman to return, however Isla was gone for twice as long as the first time, so when she at last returned, Amanda had, unintentionally but through desperation, wet her diaper for a second time and found that the warmness of her fresh pee had turned cold. “That’s more like it Mandie!.” Isla beamed as she rubbed her hand over the girl’s crotch, squishing her soggy diaper. “So have you learnt your lesson? Will you be a good girl who drives carefully?” Amanda nodded, shamed but relieved that it seemed like her punishment was coming to an end. Isla bent down to uncuff the girl’s ankles then unstrapped the gag, removing the pacifier from the blonde’s mouth. “Please let me go now…” Amanda begged after exercising her jaw, stiff from the pacifier. “We’ve almost done Mandie, just a tiny bit more left of your punishment…” Isla said as she uncuffed the girl’s wrists, allowing the blonde to lower her arms at last. “But I’ve already been spanked, humiliated, diapered, and made to sit in my piss, tied up, for hours!” Amanda complained, though was glad that at least she had been released from the bondage. “Aww, I know, but you deserve it. Besides I think you’re much cuter in the diaper and onsie than those boring business clothes you think make you so mature. Anyway that diaper looks awfully full, you don’t want to leak do you?” Amanda shook her head. “Speak when I ask you a question, or do you want your pacifier back to suck if you’re going to give me sullen silence?” “No… mommy.” Amanda mumbled, adding the second word in the hopes of appeasing the woman, as she really didn’t want the extra shame of not only wetting a diaper, but peeing in it to the extent that it leaked. She hoped the woman would let her take it off now, but dreaded what the ‘tiny bit’ left of her punishment was. “Good girl, now follow me…” Isla said, leading the girl, not to the lounge, but upstairs to a bedroom that was decorated girlishly in bright pink with shelves full of soft toys, and to Amanda’s concern, packs of various different kinds of diapers. The bed she noticed was surrounded by wooden barred walls, with one side currently pulled down so it wasn’t too dissimilar from a normal adult bed, however pulled back up and it would turn into a big crib. “This is the room I have recently decorated for my goddaughter’s visit! Cute isn’t it!” “Yes mommy.” Amanda pretended to agree though was glad she wouldn’t have to stay in such a girly room, and thought the woman really was crazy going to such effort and expense to inflict her bizarre fetish on her poor unsuspecting goddaughter. “Now let’s get you undressed so we can sort out your wet diaper problem.” Isla said, and removed the girl’s bid. “I shall have to wash this before my goddaughter comes as you’ve been quite a messy girl!” Amanda allowed the woman to undress her, blushing as she realised she didn’t really have a choice as with her hands in the bondage mittens, she wouldn’t have been able to remove the clothing by herself. It felt so belittling to be forced to rely on the woman for something as simple as undressing. With her onsie removed, she was left topless in her diaper, noticeably having expanded in its wet fullness since it had been put on her, and her bondage mittens. The woman instructed her to lie back on the bed and Amanda obeyed, thinking that removing her used diaper on the clean sheets was risky, but it’d be the woman’s own fault if she had some more washing to do… “Goodness, it is very full! I guess that apple juice went right through you…” “You did leave me for hours.” Amanda reproached. “Yes, I was having lunch… and then I watched a movie.” Isla said a she rummaged through the shelves, and returned with another diaper which was bigger and bulkier than the one the girl was currently wearing. It was white with a pattern of pink cartoon flowers. “Oh, you’re not changing me into a new diaper!” Amanda cried out, having thought the punishment was almost over, and that she would just have her diaper removed, not swapped for a fresh one. “No, technically I’m not going to change you…” Isla laughed, unfolding the diaper then forcing the blonde to lift up her legs and butt so it could be placed under her. “Wait, what are you doing?” Amanda protested as the woman diapered her over her existing soggy diaper. “Double diapering you! If the first diaper leaks then this one will absorb the overflowing pee!” Isla grinned, taping the bulkier diaper securely. The double diapers were very thick, and she could feel the bulge between her thighs which she felt would give her gait a slight waddle, and wondered in despair how long the woman was going to make her wear them for. Was she going to have to keep wetting until she leaked into the second diaper? “That should protect against leaks… now let’s get you dressed.” Isla said. Amanda expected to be put back into the onsie, however the woman turned to look through a wardrobe with the blonde catching sight of a bunch of girly dresses which she guessed the goddaughter would be made to wear. “This one will be adorable! I think it would have been a little loose on my goddaughter but will be perfect on you!” “Oh, please don’t make me wear that… I’ve done everything else you’ve made me do but aren’t things becoming a bit unfair now!” “Me getting injured because of your dangerous driving would have been unfair. But don’t worry, I’ll be letting you go shortly, just after you wear this pretty little dress for mommy.” “Okay fine.” Amanda groaned, and allowed the woman to pull the dress over her head, and help her mittened hands through the arm holes. The dress was white, with a conservative neckline so it didn’t show any of her cleavage but was armless so they were left bare. The skirt of the dress began just beneath her breasts, and was extremely short with a white underskirt that didn’t come close to covering her diaper, and a slightly longer wispily transparent overskirt. “It doesn’t even cover my diapers!” Amanda complained, though not sure why as it wasn’t like she could hide the fact she was diapered from the woman anyway, and wouldn’t be going out in public dressed like she was. However being dressed in such a girly dressed that exposed her bulky diaper was somehow more embarrassing than being nude in diapers. “If you think it doesn’t cover your diapers from the front, then you should see how much they stick out from behind!” Isla laughed, slapping the girl’s butt which just created a hollow thudding sound, rather than a ringing slapping noise, due to the layers of padding. “But don’t worry, I’ve got tights to put on you too.” Isla got out some white tights, and Amanda sat back on the side of the bed while the woman pushed her feet into them then carefully pulled them up her legs. The blonde had to stand up so the woman could shimmy the tights all the way up over her diaper which remained clearly visible through the thin white material. “Doesn’t exactly hide it do they…” “No, but they’ll help keep it up when it gets even more full! As two big soggy diapers could get quite heavy…” Isla said brightly, laughing again as she patted the girl’s thickly padded butt. “You look so adorable but I have something to make you even cuter!” Isla pulled out a short little petticoat which she made the blonde step into, then pulled it up under her dress, positioning it under her skirts to make them even more poofy which as well as making the dress even more girly, also had the consequence of making it ride up higher, exposing her diapers even more. “Now the final thing…” Isla said, with a pair of white flats with bows on the toe box. “I hope they fit as I brought them in my goddaughter’s size, otherwise you’ll have to wear your work shoes but black high heels wouldn’t suit this cute outfit!” The woman slipped the shoes onto the girl’s feet. “Aww, just like the glass slipper on Cinderella, they fit perfectly.” She smiled delightedly, and got the miserable girl to twirl in her cutesy outfit. She wasn’t sure if given the choice to just wear the white dress or the double diapers beneath her own clothes, which she’d pick, and felt she was leaning towards the diapers as at least at a glance they’d be hidden beneath her pencil skirt. However she didn’t get to pick between the super short dress and soaked diapers, but had to wear both together… “Do you like your outfit Mandie?” Amanda wanted to shout ‘No, I hate it!’ but restrained herself, and just nodded “Yes mommy, it is kinda cute…” in the hopes that she will at last appease the woman, and be allowed to change back into her office wear and leave at last. “Good! Now come along, let’s go back downstairs… I think your punishment is over.” “Really!” Amanda perked up, relieved that her ordeal was finally coming to an end. She followed the woman back downstairs, embarrassed to find that the thick double diapers were really making her waddle but too excited to be getting out of the weird woman’s house to care. “We can take these off now…” Isla said, unfastening the bondage mittens and pulling them off the blonde’s hands, with Amanda finding she actually smiled at the woman for it. “Wait here and I’ll get your handbag.” Isla said, going into the lounge. When she was alone, Amanda let out a deep sigh of relief. She couldn’t believe she had been stupid enough to nearly get herself in a car accident, and had the bad luck for the near miss to be with a crazy lady who clearly had some bizarre fetishes she was willing to use blackmail to have fulfilled. However, though the spanking, diapering, wetting, feeding, and dressing up had all been humiliating, it was all over now and she could return home content she still had her job to go to the next day. Isla returned, opening up the girl’s handbag and pulling out her phone. She held it up to the blonde and said “Smile!” before snapping a photo of her, definitely not smiling, in her super short girly white dress, diapers, and tights. “I’ve made it your screensaver, so next time you reach for your phone while driving you’ll be reminded of the consequences!” Isla laughed, slipping the phone back into the handbag. “Yes mommy.” Amanda sighed, knowing she would be deleting that picture as soon as her phone was returned, and, knowing she soon be back in her own clothes and returning to her car, finding it easy to endure the final slice of humiliation from the woman. “Can I get changed in the bathroom, you know, so I can get myself cleaned up…” Amanda asked as the woman handed back her handbag. “Change?” Isla laughed. “Oh no, you’re leaving now!” To Amanda’s shock, the woman opened the front door, and before she could react with anything more than surprised stuttering, found herself womanhandled out of the door. She even felt Isla give her butt a gentle kick, or at least it felt gentle through the layers of padding, as she was pushed out onto the front step with the door shut and locked behind her. She knocked on the door desperately, opening the letterbox to cry pleadingly through. “Please let me back in and give me my clothes back! Oh hurry before somebody comes by and sees me! I did everything you asked me to!” However Isla did not return, and it slowly dawned on her that she was now stranded in pubic diapered in her ridiculously girly outfit. After wanting nothing more than to escape the woman’s house the whole time she had been there, now the blonde found herself praying that she was let back inside. “You can’t expect me to walk back to my car like this!” Amanda shouted, it sinking in how far a walk it would be through the suburbs until she reached her car again. However it was clear that Isla really did expect her to walk it, and she eventually gave up. She had thought her punishment was over, but it seemed she still had the worse, most humiliating, part of it left… She thought about going around the side of the house and trying the back door, but thought that persisting might cause Isla to get angry with her again, and subject her to another session of humiliation, perhaps to punish her for something ridiculous like ‘trespassing’. She remembered the stacks of diapers in the pink bedroom, and how the bed could turn into an adult crib, and decided she didn’t want to risk experiencing any more of the things the woman had brought to use on her goddaughter. Though she couldn’t bear the thought, the blonde knew she had no choice but to walk back to her car. As Amanda tentatively crept down the driveway, making sure the road was clear, she supposed she should just be thankful she hadn’t been reported to the police and gotten fired from her job, and that her punishment had been relatively brief compared to what Isla’s unwitting goddaughter, which all the clothes, diapers, and equipment had been brought for, had in store. However it was hard to feel lucky when walking, or rather waddling, through public dressed in a ridiculously cutesy dress that no 22 year old should ever be wearing, with her double diapered butt on clear display. She hoped by some miracle she would be able to make it back to her car without being seen even though she knew that it would be near impossible to walk so far through the suburbs without crossing paths with other pedestrians, as well as not being seen by drivers on the road. Her heart sank when she saw two 18 year old high school seniors come into view from a bend in the road, and she realised that school, the nearby Ginerva Academy, must of just finished and the streets would be full of seniors on their way home… Author’s Note: This is a little taster of a new series I’ll be working on featuring Isla and her goddaughter. Amanda got off easy compared to what’s in store for the other girl!
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