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  1. Wrote this one quite some time ago, so I apologize in advance for any bad writing. These two characters are my OC’s. Also, if you find any weird text or messed up letters in the actual story, that’s because I copied and pasted this from a google doc. In google docs, the three periods (…) are an actual character with different formatting and letter spacing than just three periods next to each other. So when I transfer that over, it glitches out. TLDR, Sorry for bad writing, weird characters and these people are my OC’s. Hope you all enjoy! “Okay, I’m ready”. Laying in the lap of her boyfriend Alec, Sara lifted up her blue shirt, exposing the top of her diaper and her stomach. “Alright. Now, before I start, how big of a cleanup are we talking about?” “It seems pretty big”. Grimacing, Sara placed one hand on her stomach, feeling a cramp run up her belly. “Hey, it’s okay. Just relax”. Reaching down, Alec placed one hand on Sara’s belly, the other stroking her long brown hair slowly. “Just relax. Feel everything fade away”. Talking to her in a slow, calm voice, Alec began to rub his hand in a slow, deliberate circle around her stomach. The pressure was met by an immediate growl from her stomach, accompanied by a small fart. Closing her eyes, Sara allowed herself to follow Alec’s voice. Feeling the muscles of her stomach relax, Sara felt about ready to go. Alec continued, rubbing slowly, adding pressure with each passing second. “You’re about to make a mess. You’re about to have an accident. You really need to go number 2, to go potty, and you can’t hold it in any longer. Don’t fight it. Just relax”. Sara breathed deeply and slowly as the first of the mess began to push its way out of her and into her awaiting diaper. Then, her body opened itself. With a loud fart, a torrent of soft, brown mess exploded from her butt, cascading in waves into her clean, fluffy diaper. Grunting loudly, Sara angled her legs upwards, putting her into a position where she could better push out the massive mess. Another explosion, another massive burst of hot, solid mess filling the back of her diaper with a mush-squelch that sounded loudly through the room. Expanding, the back of Sara’s diaper began to take on a brown shade, as the mess piled up inside of it. “You had to go so bad, little one. But now, it’s all coming out. You’re pooping so well. Making such a big, stinky mess in your fluffy white diaper”. Sara couldn’t help but smile, even while she pushed mound after mound of poop into her full diaper. Alec’s words were both relaxing and a massive turn on for her. But then, it all stopped. Sara, confused, pushed again. She still had to mess, badly at that, but something was blocking it. “I…I can’t-“ “I know, sweetie. Let me help you. I’m going to push for you now. I’m going to help push out all that poop”. Removing his other hand from Sara’s hair, Alec placed it alongside the other hand on her belly. “Okay, little one. On the count of three, I want you to push as hard as you can. Okay? Ready, 1, 2, 3!” “Kyaaaa!”. With a small yelp, Sara felt the poop stuck inside her explode out. With a huge, long, loud fart, the mess entered her diaper, making the back expand violently with a loud ‘bloop’. Grunting with exertion, Sara continued to push, adding more and more to the pile of mess under her butt. Then, with one last fart, Sara felt the last of the mush exit her. Sighing in relief, she felt a new sensation as her bladder gave way, completely flooding her diaper with hot liquid. Sara could’ve fallen asleep then and there. The sensation of completely emptying her body of waste like that was both tiring and incredibly relieving. “Oh, good job sweetie! You did so well. You’re even going pee! Such a good, good baby”. Closing her eyes again, Sara nuzzled her head into Alec, feeling warm all over. “Aww, you adorable little thing”. Alec reached down again, stroking her hair. Sara reached up, grabbing his hand. Without opening her eyes, she guided his hand down towards her diaper. Forcefully placing his hand onto the back of her diaper, Sara moved the hand up and down, squishing her piled mess into every crevice available inside of her diaper. “Ohh, I get it. You’re not done with your diaper yet huh? Well, you did make such a good mess, and you’ve been such an obedient and good girl recently. I think you deserve a reward. How do you want your reward, sweetie?” “I want…I want you to rub here”. Sara pointed between her legs, close to her butt. “I…I wanna go number 3” “Okay little one. Do you still need to potty? Let me help you”. Sara shivered. Her whole body felt like it was covered in a strange, non burning fire. Turning around in his lap, Sara placed her diaper facing towards Alec. Lying back, she resisted the temptation to squish her diaper. Reaching down, he began to rub the front and back of her diaper simultaneously. Moaning in pure ecstasy, Sara felt her body tensing up. “Just relax, sweetie. It’ll feel better if you do. Such a naughty girl you are when you want to be”. Sara nodded, saying a slightly muffled “Mhm!”. Alec smiled, rubbing harder. Sara could feel the brown mound of mess squish into every crack in her diaper, moving across her skin. Her additional wetting added to the effect, as the soaked and yellow front of her diaper rubbed against her crotch, making her shiver in happiness. Sara couldn’t contain herself anymore. Sitting up, she wrapped her arms around Alec’s neck, placing one hand onto her diaper alongside his, rubbing as hard as she could. The three hands were too much. With a violent spasm, Sara climaxed, feeling the front of her diaper grow much warmer than before. In Alec’s arms, she closed her eyes, feeling the rest of the world fade away. Before she could react, Sara fell asleep hugging Alec. Alec laughed quietly. Grabbing Sara by the bottom of her diaper, he lifted her up. Walking down the hall to their shared bedroom, Alec reflected on the day. He was lucky to have someone who he could share kinks with. He had been very fortunate to find Sara. She was kind, happy, always full of energy and life, and more than a bit sexy. She loved diapers as much as he loved seeing people in them. They had hit it off immediately, going on what Sara called ‘diaper dates’. They would sleep at each others houses while diapered, staying up all night drinking tons of water and watching movies and anime. In the morning, they would both wake up in soaking wet diapers, and then they would help each other get rid of the morning’s hornyness. That was how their relationship had started. Reaching the bedroom, Alec opened the door and walked Sara over to their bed. Laying her down, he pulled the covers over her. ‘Best wake her up soon. That much of a mess is bound to leak or give a rash’. Walking over to the desk in the corner of their room, Alec reached into the bottom drawer, pulling out a black box fitted with a lock. Taking the key from his pocket, he opened it. Inside was a small silver ring. He had planned a proposal for a month ahead of time. Even though the planned day was far off, he liked looking at the ring and imagining their future. Behind him, he could hear Sara waking up. Placing the ring back in the box and locking it, Alec placed it gently inside of the drawer. Closing the drawer, he walked over to the bed, sitting down beside Sara. “Sara. It’s time to wake up now sweetie”. Placing one hand on her side, Alec gave her a quick pat before standing up. Sara slowly opened her eyes, looking around the room in confusion. “Wait…how did I get here? And why am I…*yawn*…so sleepy?” “You came and passed out, so I carried you into the bedroom and laid you down. How do you feel?” “Like I just emptied my body of all feeling, took a nice long nap and woke up. I feel great” “Yeah, making such a massive mess and then cumming will do that to you”. Alec reached down under the covers, feeling Sara’s full diaper. Alec dropped his voice to a whisper, smiling. “I’m so proud of you, baby. You made such a great big smelly mess. And you even went peepee and made cummies as well. Such a good job”. Sara smiled proudly, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree. Alec took a second to study her face. If he could freeze any expression in the world, it would have been that one. Just a look of pure love and happiness. “Daddy…can I have changies?” “Of course, sweetie. Let’s get you out of that stinky diaper”
  2. Original: https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=21942003 WRITTEN BY NOVA AND PRIVACYRESPONSIVE FROM "ALPHABET OF COMFORT", STORY #4 FOR LETTER D A usual morning in a club, but it was for a.. rather peculiar reason.. Hanako, came into the clubroom as usual.. before waking up Koharu, who was sleeping.. and in question.. was a bit special.. Koharu had been diapered for the past couple of months because of her sudden inability to use the toilet.. and the clubroom was right next to where the Make-Up Work Club usually was.. And to combat that.. she had to be watched over by someone, and to also wear diapers until they could find a reason why.. and to help restore her potty training. Hanako was used to waking up her clubmate, Koharu, by now. It was like clockwork. But even though it had become routine, it was still difficult to not think about this peculiar situation. Koharu used to be so independent, always finding solutions to problems on her own, and yet here she was, dependent on others to take care of even the most basic things like using the restroom. It was a little hard to accept that the Koharu she knew was probably gone for good, replaced by someone who needed help to perform the simplest tasks. The only upside was that Koharu seemed much calmer and more relaxed now. She had stopped putting up a fuss every time she had to be diapered or watched over, almost as if she had come to accept her new reality. Hanako wondered if that was because she didn't have the energy to fight anymore, or if it was because she was actually happier this way. Either way, Hanako couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the whole situation. She knew she had to be there for Koharu and keep her safe, but it was hard for her to completely ignore the sense of sadness she felt whenever she looked at Koharu and saw not her friend but someone who was trapped in a body she couldn't control. ..Soon thereafter as Hanako tried to wake Koharu up for a good couple of minutes though, the alarm clock suddenly started blaring right next to Koharu's ear.. waking her up. Koharu stirred awake, startled by the loud and sudden alarm. Hanako could hear her grumbling as she opened her eyes and saw the bright light of the clock shining into her face. Hanako felt a bit guilty about this, knowing that it must have been a jarring way to start the day, especially for someone like Koharu who was already in a somewhat fragile state. Hanako gently helped Koharu sit up in bed, noticing the familiar diaper under her clothing that she was now used to seeing her wear. She smiled, maintaining her motherly attitude as she spoke. "Good morning, sweetie." she said softly. Koharu groaned a bit as she sat up, shaking her head to clear the fog from her mind. She looked up at Hanako, still a bit half-asleep, and then smiled back. "Morning..." she mumbled, sounding tired and fatigued. Hanako noticed that Koharu seemed a bit more lethargic than usual. She knew that Koharu's condition had been taking a toll on her physically and mentally. Still, she couldn't help but worry a little bit whenever she saw her like this. She hoped that eventually Koharu would adjust to her new situation and be able to maintain her usual upbeat attitude despite the challenges. Some time afterwards.. Hanako had decided to tend to Koharu for the rest of the morning to try and atleast help her study.. After staying around for a while, Koharu had snuck off, hiding somewhere.. Hanako was a bit ticked off at the sudden disappearance, before she heard the sounds of someone drawing something behind the shelves. Hanako raised her eyebrows as she went to investigate the odd sounds she was hearing. She peeked behind the shelves, curious to see what Koharu was doing... And then, after snooping around for some time.. she saw Koharu sitting on the floor with a sketchbook in her hands. Her focus and concentration were seemingly intense, as she was completely focused on her drawing. Hanako looked over at what Koharu was drawing with a small smile on her face. It seemed like Koharu was trying to distract herself with something she enjoyed instead of dwelling on her situation. but then soon, Hanako ended up accidentally knocking over an empty soda can onto the floor as she was looking at Koharu from behind.. As the soda can hit the floor, the loud clatter startled Koharu out of her focus. She looked up to see where the sound came from and was startled to see Hanako standing there. But then.. just as Koharu reacted.. at the same time.. she ended up losing control of bladder out of fear. As she jumped in surprise, Koharu lost control of her bladder as fear coursed through her body. The sudden release of her urine filled her diaper unexpectedly and abruptly as she looked at Hanako in shock. Koharu began to feel embarrassed and ashamed as she realized what had just happened. As she looked down at her diapers that were now filled with urine, her face turned red with embarrassment. She couldn't even look at Hanako out of her shame and humiliation. "Ugh.. if only you guys cared more about me..."
  3. I've been into this ever since I can remember. I have vague recollections from my kindergarten years where a kid who was in my class wet himself and I was very interested in it. When I was in elementary school a saw the aftermath of many wetting and I remember being very fascinated with them. I also discovered masturbation very early on: whenever I had to pee, I would play around with myself and it felt really good. I would often lay down on floor, face down, hands in my pants and just enjoy the feeling that a full bladder mixed with genital manipulation gave me. Of course I was totally oblivious to what I was doing. I had a hunch it was something dirty, something "not ok", and never discussed the subject with any adult. I think that might be what cemented the connection between urine and sexuality for me. But it still doesn't explain why I'm specifically into wetting and not just pee. I also remember that were some times when I was interested in both boys and girls wetting their pants, but boys soon took over as the main focus of my interest. I had my own share of wetting accidents as a kid, but nothing out of the ordinary. I was never known as the pee pee pants kid. But I remember I was already fantasizing about my own accidents not too long after they'd happened. When I grew up and entered middle school I started exploring my sexuality and that's when I realized I was something different from the other guys in my class. They were talking about girls and how hot they were, boobs, vaginas, I-fuck-your-mom jokes and all of that middle school silliness, exploring their own developing heterosexuality. I felt lost because I knew girls didn't interest me, but I felt even more lost because I had this deep secret I couldn't tell. I liked boys wetting themselves. That's the only thing I was sure of. But I still didn't know it was a sexual thing. On top of that, I was a pretty regular kid with regular kid interests and hobbies, I liked cars and videogames, didn't talk with a lisp and my wrists weren't limp, so it never dawned on me that I was gay. Even though I was suddenly falling in love with half of my male classmates lol. I know it sounds silly, but that's how stereotypes work in the mind of a middle schooler from 2009 who never knew gay guys could be anything other than trash-tv queens and men who dressed up as women. [I hope my words don't offend anyone. This is just to show how I felt about it back in the day, in the deep recesses of the closet. I love every gay guy no matter how masculine or feminine he is, limp-wristed or not lol. Now back to the story!] I spent the whole prima media year [6th grade] fantasizing about boys wetting their pants in every possible way. I had an old dumb phone that I would use to record tracks of myself becoming vocally desperate and wetting myself in front of the boys I liked. Sometimes it would be the opposite, creating scenarios where the boys I liked would pee their pants and I would react to that. I had an English textbook with little introductory scenes for each lesson unit that had pictures of boys that I found really attractive. Well... I would take a pencil and draw a piss pattern on their pants. Sometimes I would even add a comment from their point of view like "Oh no I pissed myself!" or "oh shit I hope nobody founds out I peed my pants!" Inside a little comic bubble. Lol This until 2010 rolls around. I'm in seconda media [7th grade] and my dad finally decides to have a Wi Fi connection installed in our house. Prior to that, I had no way of accessing the internet. I'm excited but I'm also a bit scared. I didn't know what this secret of mine was about. For all I knew, it might have been a mental illness and I the only person suffering from it in the world. So one day I decide to google something along the lines of "I love pissing my pants" after a similar search in Italian had yielded poor results. And that's how I came across Mikisit's Tumblr page. I couldn't believe my eyes. A treasure trove full of pictures and videos of guys wetting their pants. My hormones were going crazy. But more importantly, Mikisit's Tumblr page made me realize what my secret really was: a sexual fetish. A kink. And I WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT HAD IT! This was a big relief for me, but at the same time it instilled a big fear into me: does this actually mean that... I'm gay? I had my dark moments where I tried to abstain from the fetish in the hopes that it would go away. This would always end in catastrophic failure, since my abstinence only made the inevitable relapse ever so sweeter. At the same time I would try to watch "straight and normal" porn, masturbate to "straight and normal" porn, fantasize about girls... and I reckon I could have fallen asleep faster than getting even mildly aroused. "Straight and normal" porn was the most boring and uninspiring thing there was for me. But then there were also times when the fear of being gay subsided for a while, and that's when I got the courage to wet myself on purpose for the first time. I remember I put on an old pair of briefs I had laying around in my closet, and with a full bladder I hopped inside the shower and... nothing would come out. My brain was stopping me from wetting myself. I'd tried wetting my briefs with water a couple of days before, and it was very exciting. Now i was more excited than ever, but I just couldn't let go. I had to concentrate... And concentrate... And concentrate... When it finally happened. I let it go. I wet myself. I was more excited than I'd ever been. The whole experience just felt ecstatic. How could something this weird, this unusual, this frowned upon feel so damn good? I felt like new doors of perception had been opened to me. As time went by, I became more and more familiar with what the internet had to offer in terms of male omorashi. Mikisit's Tumblr blog and the rest of Tumblr's goodness, the great stories on Experience Project, Yahoo Answers and, of course, Omorashi.org . The good old wetting videos on YouTube and Vimeo. Anything I could lay my hands (or rather, my clicks) on. The years went on and in terza superiore (10th grade) I feel deeply in love with a guy in my class. Another one in the great series of my teenage years' unrequited loves. We had a fight and when our friendship died down it made me feel so sad that I remember crying hidden in my room. This event led me to an epiphany. As if by magic, I suddenly realized I was gay. Now the world made sense. That special interest that I'd had for boys, that was because I was gay. The funny feeling in my tummy when I was with him, that was being in love. And me liking guys wetting themselves... That was also because I was gay. Once I figured it out, I accepted it right away. I'm gay and that's fine. But I still had a problem. I still hadn't fully accepted my fetish. It felt weird that i was able to come out to people, to tell them I was gay, but still had trouble accepting omorashi. The thing is, omorashi is not a secondary thing for me. It is the primary force of my sexuality. It is what really gets my motor going. There is nothing in the world of sex that excites me as much as omorashi does. How could I find my way in the dating world when all my potential partners wanted dick picks, ass picks and talked about anal penetration and being a top or a bottom, when deep inside I wanted to tell them "actually I don't really care about penetrating you or you penetrating me but I would sure love if you could piss your pants for me"? This is a crucial question and it's what stopped me from finding a sexual partner many times. Over the years I finally accepted who I was fully, including my omorashi side. I got more and more brave with my wetting exploits, which I will tell you about in detail in the future. But getting an omorashi partner is always hard. I tried mentioning wetting to people and was ghosted many times. There seem to be fetishes like BDSM, masochism, and foot play that are well known and less taboo to talk about, but omorashi is not. With perseverance I managed to find somebody who would try omorashi for me, and it was a very nice experience. I also got to know a few people who share my passion for wetting, and that was very nice too. But many steps have yet to be made for our community. I want to end this post saying that if you ever feel like your wetting fetish is wrong, don't worry. It's not. You are what you are. It's nobody's choice, nor fault. Wetting your pants feels good and hurts no one! Plus it's also pretty tame and soft-core compared to many other fetishes, so there really is no reason to feel ashamed and to live in denial. As always, feel free to comment, share your thoughts and ideas etc. I really love reading from you and interacting with you. I really hope you enjoyed this read and found it worthwhile.
  4. 👑 The Trinket By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Hunter Chapter One The Will Hunter sighed as his mother, who he was currently on the phone with, continued to drawl about the contractual obligations he now had to abide by. His great aunt, or now his late great aunt, had left him a few things in her will that came with a few specific rules. The fennec fox had barely known her, other than seeing her at a Christmas party and once during Thanksgiving when he was very young. She was not really even his aunt, being an in-law and a cheetah to boot. He had heard a few stories about her, some from his mother who had always spoken about her with a degree of awe mixed with disapproval. Whether or not she was even really his aunt in-law was in question sometimes, but her presence in the family was nevertheless appreciated, if not coveted. She had been an Egyptianologist, but not the kind that mostly stays on the campus of a university. Accused several times of being no better than a bounty hunter with a college degree, she would often beguile whoever cared to listen at the taverns and bars she was often found at about her great adventures in the middle east. There were usually many stories told and drinks bought during such evenings. Her alcoholism aside, she had apparently kept up her taste for adventuring into abandoned tombs and caves right up until the very end. They never recovered her, but enough time had passed where her body had been declared lost and her vast collection of artifacts reclaimed by the museums and universities. Judging from their hasty reclamation of such items, they had been waiting for exactly such an opportunity as her disappearance. They had claimed most of the artifacts, at least. “So like, dumb it down for me a bit, Mom?” Hunter asked, a slight note of exasperation coloring his tone of voice as one of his large ears flicked to the side in irritation. It was his mother’s turn to sigh, which was followed up by a response. “You just can’t sell any of the stuff. You’re supposed to keep it as if it were a family heirloom. There’s some evidence to support that this does belong to us give or take a hundred generations.” Hunter replied back. “Right, don’t sell. Just keep it. Anything else?” “Not until they go through the rest of her possessions and check her records. You might be getting some money too, but that’ll take a while.” Right… After the state takes its hefty cut… Hunter thought to himself, but he did his best to keep his sense of sarcasm out of the conversation. “Great, thanks Mom.” “Of course honey, was there anything else you wanted to know about Auntie Tare?” Hunter, knowing that this would probably prolong the conversation for another good hour, shook his head before realizing that his mother could not see his reaction. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Hrm… No, no. I think I’m good for now, still… Processing and all that. I’ll talk to you later Mom.” “Okay sweetie, let me know what’s in the box. It looks mysterious!” “Yeah, I will. Love you Mom.” “Love you sweetie, bye bye now.” The line went silent, and Hunter put his phone down on the table with a sigh of relief. As silence enveloped the apartment, interrupted only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the fennec’s gaze drifted over to the box that sat in front of him on the dining room table. The word that could describe the wooden container could only be described as ornate. Carvings of Egyptian hieroglyphs laced with what he suspected was gold lining on the borders of the miniature crate gave the appearance of a most valuable item being stored inside. The wood had been treated with oil, and with great care as well. Part of him wondered if the box might be empty, as the container itself looked relatively valuable. Whatever it was, he was not surprised that his aunt had mentioned that he was not allowed to sell it. I’d probably make a pretty penny off of it too… Hunter mused to himself, as he pushed his chair back and stood up, only to crouch in front of the box in order to more closely examine its decor. He was not literate in Egyptian hieroglyphs, nor was he particularly interested in learning more about them. History had always bored the little fox, and despite having a renowned, though estranged, Egyptologist in the family it never sparked the same fascination and excitement as it did in Aunt Tare. Well, might as well have a look then. Reaching forward, he undid the clasp on the front of the box and pushed the lid open. Its hinges worked silently, and Hunter immediately noted that the entire inside of the box was laced with a vibrant, purple velvet. Amidst the swathes of cloth, Hunter beheld a palm sized brooch made of a mixture of dulled copper and gold. Marveling at it, the fennec’s eyes widened as he scanned its surface. The fennec picked it up with a paw and noted its significant weight. Equipped with a pin which Hunter presumed was intended to keep a cloak around a traveler’s shoulders, Hunter turned the brooch over and let out a surprised breath. The ornament had been placed upside down in its container, and it was studded with several small jewels with one large piece in its center. Peering closely at them, it took Hunter a moment to realize that they were opals. In the center of the metal disk, the largest of the opals was oval in shape. It gleamed as if freshly polished when it caught the last of the afternoon sun streaming from Hunter’s half shuttered window. A small scratch in the center of the opal was the only blemish on the piece, revealing the rainbow colored insides of the gem that refracted in ever changing patterns of color as he turned it over. Strangely, despite the fact that it had been sitting in the box ever since it had been delivered to his doorstep inside of its own, discrete cardboard container, the brooch was warm to the touch. And it felt like it was getting warmer. “It’s… pretty…” Hunter said lamely, to no one in particular. His initial curiosity had been sated, and he was now coming to the conclusion that he really had no use for the gem-encrusted display piece other than to perhaps show it off for his friends. The more he thought about it, being the owner of such a valuable piece now might mean that he would have to take insurance out on it. Great… Another responsibility… The fennec thought grimly to himself. Hunter was about to set the artifact down, when the opal flashed catching his eyes. Blinking, he looked down at the gem and wondered if he had imagined the sudden luminescence that had come from the piece. Gingerly, he brought it back up to his eyes and peered closely at the scratch on the gem’s surface to see if he had missed some refractive angle inside of the opal’s crack. Seeing that there was nothing he could immediately detect, he placed the brooch back down in its comfortable bed, this time right side up with the opal facing the ceiling of his apartment. He thought about where he should put the box, glancing around his apartment and seeing now apparent free space where he might rest it. I’ll probably just chuck it into my closet or something… His stomach rumbled, reminding him that his mother’s phone call had caused him to miss lunch at a reasonable hour. Closing the box, he decided to put his inheritance out of his mind for the time being. Padding over to his closet, he picked out his jacket and fumbled the keys to his apartment out of the bowl they rested in. I’m kind of hankering for some chicken… He thought to himself, his mind already beginning to drift away from the strange set of rocks that were now his, now and forever. He did, however, check twice that he had locked the door to his apartment before bounding down the staircase leading to the lobby of his apartment complex.
  5. Hey I was hoping to get help finding 3 abdl stories I’ve read before and figured peeps here might know them. 1) girl has an accident while mom is in bathroom, is diapered and stays home that day, decides to just use diaper and masturbates, mom comes home to her passed out on couch in a messy diaper. 2) girl tries to become a live streamer and doesn’t become popular until she brings up bed wetting, keeps going into that side of stuff until she gets donations to wear on stream, eventually gets paid enough to have to wear a diaper for like 12 hours and eventually messes 3) Was like a post on tumbex or tumblr with a pic of a diapered girl, and the text story had her talking about her boyfriend kept rewarding her when she had accidents, and eventually messed while playing the switch without realize it at all. Thanks for any help!
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