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  1. Here's some short stories I wrote for Raya's Magpie March daily art challenge! She's the best, check her out here: https://twitter.com/VenomRaya All stories are DDLG/ABDL, and here's a legend for the emojis that I use to denote other themes: 💛 = wetting 🤎 = messing 💞 = little to no sexual themes ❤️ = some sexual themes, but not exactly smut ❤️‍🔥 = heavy sexual themes 💓 = desperation 🖤 = punishment ⛓️ = bondage 🧷 = diaper change 😳 = humiliation 🐶 = pet play 🥴 = hypnosis / mind break If an emoji is larger than the others, that indicates that theme is a primary focus of the story. Hope you enjoy! If you do, check me out on Twitter where I'm much more active: https://twitter.com/ghostingsABDL Day 24 - Distracted 🤎💞🧷 She is sitting on the living room floor, playing a video game. One look at her posture, demeanor, and the state of her diaper would tell you that she is completely immersed and clearly has not moved for quite some time. Whenever her video game character makes a sudden action, like a combat roll, she moves with them, shifting her weight and causing the contents of her diaper to squish and smush around. Her long, brown hair is a total mess, and her oversized t-shirt has cheesy snack stains all over it, matching her lips. He enters the living room, carrying a hamper of laundry. He stops in the entryway briefly to watch her play, but before long, the smell of her heavily used diaper wafts toward him. "Princess?" he says, setting down the hamper. "Ya, Daddy?" she responds, her focus not shifting from the game. "Do you smell that?" "Nuh-uh, Daddy. Mus' be da gawbage," she says as she pops a cheesy snack into her mouth, chewing with her mouth open. "Uh-huh... I'm sure that's it..." He walks over quietly behind her, trying to not divert her attention. He lifts up the back of her shirt and pulls back the waistband of her diaper, greeted by a fudgy, stinky surprise. She blushes profusely, pretending to not notice. "Must be the garbage, huh?" he says sarcastically, letting go of her waistband, letting it smack her lower back. "Ahuh..." she replies, popping another snack into her mouth. Her Daddy's presence has her visibly distracted, but she snaps back to reality when she realizes she died in the game. "Uggghhhh!" She throws down the controller, crossing her arms and pouting. "Perfect timing. Time for a diapie change." "Noooo, Daddy, I'm jus' about ta beat da booosss!!" "Too bad, stinky. You can play after." "Oh yeah? Well... wha' if I..." She starts visibly straining and grunting, wrinkling her brow and squinting her eyes. "i-if I... hnnghh..." Suddenly, her mushy diaper starts to expand, accompanied by very sloppy, bubbly sounds, clearly not for the first time today. Her face immediately turns bright red from exertion, embarrassment, and arousal as more poop piles up inside her already messy diaper. She continues to fill her diaper for several more seconds, the volume increasing quickly and the stench filling the room. She's visibly out of breath when she finally relaxes and stops her straining, with a wide, dumb grin spreading across her face. Nothing feels as good to her as sitting in a pile of her own fresh mess. "Ahuh... And what was your plan there, exactly?" He chuckles. "W-w-well, I... uh... I tought dat... i-if I go poopy... den you can' change me while I poopy..." she mumbles, blushing profusely. "Oh, really? Did you consider what would happen after you finished pooping?" "W-well... uuh..." she stammers. "Ahuh," he says as he hoists his pouting, stinky girl into his arms, carrying her to the changing table. She rests her chin on his shoulder and crosses her arms with a disgruntled "hmph..." Day 25 - Sleepy 🤎💛❤️💓 Her eyes flutter open, flooded by the morning sun pouring in through the window. The first observation she makes is the railings that surround her. Then, she notices that the corner of her mouth is stained with drool and her shoulder-length, brown hair is a total mess. Finally, she rolls over, and the familiar feeling of a clean, puffy diaper hugging her waist brings back glimpses of the early morning before Daddy left for work. Very blurry memories of receiving a diaper change and being placed in her crib play in her head. After an over-the-head arm stretch accompanied by an impossibly adorable squeaky sound, she looks down and notices she's wearing her favorite onesie, black with sunflowers. Beside her pillow is a pacifier to match. She greedily pops the pacifier into her mouth and pulls off her blanket, revealing her poofy, white diaper poking out of her onesie. She falls backwards onto her pillow, closing her eyes and sighing blissfully. Nowhere does she feel more babied than within these rails, in the crib that her Daddy built for her with his own two hands. She can't articulate exactly why, but something about his strong, capable hands make her feel all tingly and warm. These feelings begin to snowball, until her hands are rubbing against her thick, padded crotch. She only snaps back to reality when a small, red light on the other side of the crib catches her eye. It's the light on the baby monitoring camera, indicating that Daddy is now watching her through his phone. Soon after, her phone buzzes next to her head, and she quickly grabs it. "Behave, princess," a text from Daddy reads. She doesn't know the meaning of the word. At least, she loves to act like she doesn't, and one quick frown from her, followed by a mischievous grin directly at the camera, reminds him of this. She reaches beneath her knees and pulls her legs up to her chest before beginning to rock her diapered bottom back and forth. The tight, buttoned strap of her onesie that connects the back to the front ensures that her diaper stays on, but it also has the added benefit of rubbing against her in just the right spot. She may not be able to say much with her paci in, but her lewd squeaks and reddening face are dead giveaways to her pleasure. Her phone buzzes again. "I won't warn you again. Behave." Her face immediately sinks into an unmistakably grumpy expression. In reality, she's obsessed with being controlled like this, but she also enjoys being fussy. Immediately, she starts thinking of ways to get back at Daddy for stunting her fun, and it doesn't take long. She closes her eyes as her face wrinkles, her heavy blushing deepening. This tells Daddy all he needs to know. There's no doubt after she begins squeaking and grunting, joined by the low, deep, sounds of her tensed stomach. A loud, bubbly fart slides out of her, easily picked up by the camera's microphone even after being heavily muffled by her thick padding. Not long after, a small lump forms beneath her diapered bottom, expanding as she strains. A thick, mushy, crackly mess pours out of her, quickly occupying the once pristine, white fabric. Her diaper bloats and stretches, occasionally halting briefly so she can catch her breath. Her bright red face pants heavily once her mess concludes. The brown-tinted fabric sags out of her onesie, the strap's buttons straining to contain it all. Her bladder releases itself all on its own as she collects herself. Her phone buzzes once again. "Good job, baby. Now you can sit in your mess while you behave." She wants to act annoyed, but the combination of the warm, soft poop crowding her diaper, her favorite onesie, the pacifier in her mouth, and the railings surrounding her completely pacify her. She collapses onto her pillow, feeling the warm mush in her diaper squish around inside. A wide, blissful smile spreads across her blushed face as she sucks on her paci and admires her Daddy's handiwork. As her chest begins gently rising and falling, the red light disappears. Day 26 - Tabletop 🤎💞🥴 Inspired by this Sketchmandl comic: https://twitter.com/sketchmandl/status/1760212696027324524 Her and her crew are wandering through a cave. She is trailing behind while the rest of her team are conversing over how to solve an important puzzle. They're required to make a cognition role. The entire party succeeds, except for her, who rolls a 1. The moment after her roll, something snaps within her brain. Instantly, she falls down to the floor with a thud onto her hands and knees and starts crawling. "Hey, uhh... Everything okay down there?" A crew member notices her sudden change in posture and demeanor. "A-buh boo bee gee~" She only mutters complete babyish gibberish. Her eyes glaze over, and drool starts to dribble down her chin. Suddenly, a small lump forms between her round butt cheeks, beneath her tight leather pants. FPRRTCHH! All at once, she expels a massive, steaming dump right into her pants, seemingly unaware of what she has just done. "Ew, gross! Did she really just poop herself??" Another one of her team members asks. "It sure looks that way..." "What should we do now?" "Well, she's the healer. I don't think we can do anything until we find a way to cure her..." "You mean we have to put up with her shitting herself?" "Unless we can figure out a way to cure her." "Damn... This is a tough puzzle..." "I hope she doesn't stink up the place too badly..." Her stomach starts to grumble as she feels pressure rising within her. She's powerless to hold it in, and an intense wave of pleasure shoots through her body as her bowels fully relax. "A-ahh~!" Ppbbfhhht~! "Oh god, there it is. She's really letting go now." "Geez... What happened to her...?" "A-a-bubbbb~" Her farts continue, making her ass jiggle and wobble. A noticeable bulge protrudes from the seat of her pants, growing by the moment. "Oh man, this is so embarrassing..." "Don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look..." Her bowel movement continues unabated. She moans softly in pleasure as the smell begins to permeate through the space. Her pants are completely ruined, stretched tightly around the freshly deposited mound of hot dung. Her belt is hardly able to keep her thoroughly soiled pants from slipping off her hips. "Alright, that's enough. I'm gonna check her stats," one of her crew members says they access her profile page. They find that her class has changed to "Diaper Baby." Her intelligence stat has been lowered to zero, and she is afflicted with a list of unique ailments, including incontinence and baby talk. "This is bad. According to the wiki, there's only one cure for this, and it's the rarest drop item in the entire game." "What? Seriously? That'll be impossible!" "Let's just take her back to camp for now, and figure out what we're gonna do later." Day 27 - Late 💛💞 "Good morning, sleepyhead," he teases. Through her blurry eyes, she makes out his silhouette, sitting at the kitchen table and working on his laptop. "How did you sleep?" She stands in the middle of the kitchen with an expression that suggests not a single thought is rattling around in her little brain. Her eyes are barely open, the corner of her lip is stained with drool, and her long, brown hair is a complete mess. Suddenly, the crotch of her diaper that just barely peeks out from under her oversized hoodie starts to sag and turn yellow, accompanied by a faint hissing sound. A dumb, blissful grin spreads across her face as she closes her eyes and moans softly. Eventually, her stream trickles off, and her eyelids open again, one at a time. "All done?" He chuckles. She nods, looking at the floor and blushing profusely. Without making eye contact, she hears him pat his lap, causing her to waddle toward him and climb onto his lap. She wraps her arms around him and slumps into his warm chest. It's impossible for him to continue working like this, but this is exactly what he anticipated. "I should tucker her out during playtime more often," he thinks to himself. "She never sleeps in this late. I actually got some work done." He kisses her soft forehead, feeling her warm, soggy diaper on his lap. Day 28 - Puppy 🤎💛❤️🧷🐶 Daddy sits on the living room couch, watching his baby girl play on the floor, listening to her rhythmic, content nuks as she immerses herself in the world of her stuffies. She turns her head around to stare at him for a moment, and he smiles warmly at her in return. Suddenly, she bounces up from her playmat and jumps onto his lap. Her thick, patterned, multi-layered diaper cushions her impact. "Oomph!" He says, chuckling. She giggles as she clings onto him, placing her chin on his broad shoulder. Her spine tingles as his hand, much larger than her own, slides under her shirt to rub her back in gentle circles. "You'd make a perfect lapdog, baby," he says, brushing her brunette hair aside to kiss her neck. Despite his obvious joking tone, something about these words resonate with something deep within her, something she has never felt before. A million butterflies soar through her stomach all at once. Their chemistry is so deep that just from the few proceeding moments of silence and the slight raise in her body temperature, he knows something is amiss. "Everything okay, sweetie?" He says, pulling her away to check her expression. Her cheeks, now a deep crimson, add to his suspicion. Nevertheless, she simply nods and smiles, trying to conceal that mysterious moment she just experienced. He pulls her pink pacifier from her lips, a string of saliva joining it. "Jus' habby to be wif my Daddy!" She says gleefully. "Aww! Such a sweet little girl!" He responds, returning her paci where it belongs. "I think it's dinny time though, princess," he says as he places his hands under her arms and hoists her off his lap, setting her down next to him. Her brow furrows as she crosses her arms and grumbles. "Ahuh, so it's definitely dinny time," he chuckles, kissing her tenderly on the forehead as he gets up to walk to the kitchen. His words from before echo through her sweet little brain once more, making her heart flutter again. That moment replays in her head repeatedly and rapidly, drowning out the sound of a pot filling with water. As if her legs are acting independently, she slides off the couch and starts walking toward the kitchen. He feels something tugging on his shirt. "Yes, sweetie?" He says, focused on preparing their meal. "Daddy, I wan' a collar." He's taken aback initially, never having seen her be so forward, but the pieces fall into place quickly. "A collar?" "Ya... i-is dat bad...?" "No, not at all! How about we go shopping after dinny?" "Reawwy, Daddy??" She says, her eyes glimmering. "Absolutely, baby. Now, go sit in your chair. Dinny will be done soo-" She tackles him, bursting with excitement. "Tank you, Daddy!!" She says before running over to her high chair. A few days later, Daddy hoists his messy princess onto the changing table. They both enjoy hearing the squishy goosh of her full diaper as she sits. He lays her down gently and pops the tapes off her diaper, lifting her legs and revealing her stinky present. After some teasing and a lot of wiping, he reaches under the table. "A very special package arrived for you this morning, baby girl," he says, pulling out a fresh diaper with light blue paw prints all over it. She gasps, both in excitement and surprise. "B-bu' I didn' pick dat out!!" She says, like a child on Christmas. "I know, silly! I did!" He pulls out a matching pacifier and her brand new collar, with a heart-shaped tag that reads "Puppy Slut." "Ready to be Daddy's sweet little puppy?" He says, carressing her calf. She nods aggressively. After a thorough powdering, he tapes her new diaper around her waist and pops her new paci into her mouth. He lifts her up and carries her to their bed, sitting down and setting her on his lap. He carefully fastens the collar around her neck, brushing his hands against her chin unnecessarily just to excite her further. "I was right... You do make a perfect lapdog..." He says in a low, seductive voice, stroking her inner thigh. All of the excitement goes straight to her bladder. With a whimper and a fierce blush, the blue puppy paws on the front of her brand new diaper are washed out, turning a saturated yellow as she loses control. "Well, almost perfect. Let's work on your house-training..." He says, kissing her softly. Day 29 - Jumpshot 💞🖤🧷 Fresh powder dances in the light as the sounds of crinkling, taping, teasing, and giggling fill the room. Another one of her hefty, full diapers plops into the bin beside the changing table, wrapped and balled up. "Alright cutie, stay here while Daddy fills up your baba," he says, picking up her empty bottle and closing the door behind him. Directly in her line of sight once she sits up is a plastic basketball hoop hanging from the top of the door, which strikes her as very odd. She hasn't noticed it before, and her Daddy isn't much of a sports guy, so what's it doing here...? Out of the corner of her eye, she spots her most recent messy diaper at the top of the bin. Out of total impulse, she reaches over, picks up the diaper, and tosses it toward the hoop. It bounces off the cheap, plastic rim, landing on the carpet with a heavy plop. Suddenly, the door swings open, and Daddy nearly slips on balled-up diaper. "Baby!! What did I tell you about playing with your old diaps??" He says scoldingly. "D-dat it's yucky..." She mumbles, looking down at the floor in shame. "And??" "A-and...?" "And I'm the undefeated diaperball champion!!" She raises her head again. Smiling, but clearly confused. "Diapieball...?" "How do you think I entertain myself during all those naps you take?" He says, scooping up the diaper on the floor with one hand and sinking it perfectly into the net without breaking eye contact. "W-well dat's not fair!! You can' be da bes' if you'we da only one pwaying!!" "Champ by default is still champ!" He responds smugly. "Oh ya...? W-well... You'we on!!" She says, hopping off the table, her tone both excited and equally nervous. "Awww, little pampy packer thinks she can take me on, huh? Let's make this interesting... If you win, you can pick whatever you want for dinner. But if I win, no changes until this time tomorrow." He passes the diaper to her. "I'll even go easy on you: instead of H.O.R.S.E., we can play D.I.A.P.E.R. Deal?" "Deaw!!!" She says, all fired up. She jumps and shoots the diaper over his head, hitting the backboard and landing it in. The diaper hits him in the back on the way out of the net. "Oh, you are so on!" He says, tossing her bottle onto a Snorlax plushie, scooping up the diaper, and rushing toward her. A very similar picture is painted that time tomorrow. Powder in the air, crinkling and taping, but with a lot more teasing and a lot less giggling. Today's diaper makes a far louder plop than yesterday's as it lands in the bin. The once over-eager baby grumbles as her bright red, powdered bottom stings and her Daddy chuckles. Day 30 - Plushies 🤎💛❤️💓🧷😳 Shaking. "Hnnn..." High-pitched sounds. Bouncing. Lots of bouncing. "Nnnnnh..." Blanket gone. Cold. High-pitched sounds. Bouncing. Bed creaking. "Daddy...! Wake ub...! Wake uub...!" Weight on crotch. Soggy. Crinkling. Bouncing. "Daddyyyyy! Wake uuubb!! It's carnibal dayyy!!" His eyes finally open. Through them, he is greeted with the blurry silhouette of his hyperactive, naked (save for the soaked diaper pressed against him) baby girl. "Ugh... Baby... What time is it...?" He speaks in his very deep, gravely morning voice, which makes her want to jump his bones. She knows that would be counterintuitive to her mission, though. "Why don'cha check?" She says, wiggling her hips on top of him. He probes around the nightstand surface, looking for his glasses. After a few blinks, however, his vision clears, and he finds them, dangling from the front of her diaper with one arm shoved inside. She giggles mischievously as he pulls them out and slides them on, followed by a swift spank to her padded rear. Vision restored, he reaches for his phone to check the time. "Baby, the carnival doesn't even open for another two hours!" "I knowww, but we can' be late!! I'm GONNA win dat plushie dis year, no matta what!" They only moved to this town a bit over a year ago. One of their first outings together after moving in was visiting the annual town fair. They had a lovely time, until she noticed a particular prize at a game booth. It was a shark plushie, sky blue and almost the size of her. He stood around for two hours straight, watching her whip softballs at unmoving bottles with all the might her tiny arms could muster. He only managed to pull her away once the copious amounts of lemonade and funnel cake in her system, combined with bubbling frustration, resulted in an embarrassing public accident. "Sweetie, don't you wanna see some of the other cool stuff they have there? I don't even think we saw everything last year, and I bet there's new stuff too," he replies, gently rubbing her thighs to try to make his suggestion more digestable to her. "NO!! I'm GONNA win dat plushie, Daddy!" "Okay, okay!" He says, only able to think about the ludicrous hoard of plushies already residing in her nursery. With that, all the pressing matters out of the way, except for one: something pressing against her wet, padded crotch and rising beneath his checkered boxers. "Well, we still have plenty of time until we have to leave..." He says in a low, seductive tone, caressing her diapered hips. "Noooo, Daddy, come onnnuhh!!" She replies, exhibiting extremely rare restraint which tells him all he needs to know about her determination. She bounces up and down impatiently on top of him, his eyes following her bare chest. "Alright, baby," he says, followed by a few moments of silence. "Weeelll?" "Well what? I'm waiting for you to get off me!" "Make me!" She says, her tone dripping with both cuteness and mischief. He quickly reaches out and pinches both of her nipples, making her squeal and straighten her spine. He grins sadistically, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her toward him. "I'll never understand you, will I?" He whispers, kissing her passionately. He sits up and places his hands under her soft thighs while she clings onto him, and they move together to the changing table as one warm, tight unit. He gently lowers her onto the table, loving the gooshing sound of her wet diaper spreading out on the mat. After some untaping, wiping, powdering, teasing, and taping, a fresh diaper is secured snugly around her cute, round butt. He reaches under the table again, unexpectedly to her, and pulls out another diaper. "Daddy, wha's dat for?" "For you, silly. Need I remind you what happened last year?" "B-bu' ebwyone's gonna see!!" "Relax, sweetie. No one's gonna notice 'em under your coveralls," he says, lying through his teeth. He lifts her up once again and fastens the second diaper over the first. She fidgets disapprovingly, but he grips her legs tightly, silently telling her to behave. "There. Now, let's get you dressed and then I'll do your hair." "Hmph..." She grumbles, crossing her arms while her cheeks turn pink. As soon as he parks the car, she unbuckles her seatbelt and flies out of the door. "Come on, come on, come on!!!" "Hold on, baby! Geez!" He steps out of the car and she immediately latches onto his arm, dragging him toward the festivities. Before long, she spots the same booth as last year, with the same grand prize. She lets go of his arm to sprint to the game. The attendee immediately recognizes the girl that soiled herself last year after losing for two hours, but silently accepts her caretaker's money with a knowing glance, met with an equally embarrassed expression in return. "One hour. Got it?" He waits for a response, but receives none as she's already fully locked in. He leaves to retrieve food with an exasperated sigh. One hour comes and goes. Her focus is unwavering, even when taking sips of lemonade and bites of greasy fried food out of Daddy's hands, or when her bladder dispels of said lemonade. The time limit becomes a cycle of begging on her end and relenting to a "few more attempts" on his end. At some point, he can tell her frustration is boiling up toward a full-blown tantrum. He also starts to hear some low, rumbling farts escape her big, puffy butt, in tandem with an all-too-familiar fidgeting dance. "UUGHH!!! I was SOOOO close that time!!" She whines and stomps her feet, causing a few fair-goers to look their way. "Alright sweetie, how about some funnel cake?" He says with a twinge of embarrassment in his voice, grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the booth. "NOOOOOO!! I DON' WAN' FUNNEL CAKE!!" She screams back at him, planting her feet in the ground and attracting many more stares. He hoists her up over his shoulder, carrying her away while apologizing to the attendee. She thrashes and beats on his back, her face bright red. He sets her down on a secluded bench. "Stay." He says sternly before leaving, sending a wave of intimidation down her spine and shutting her up immediately. " 'tupid Daddy... Makin' me wear two diapies... Frowin' off my game..." She blubbers with crossed arms, tears forming in her eyes. Several minutes later, he returns. "I got something for you," he says, holding something behind his back. "I said I don' wan' funnel cake..." She says, sniffling, not looking up from the ground. "Guess again," he replies, revealing a huge, sky blue shark plushie. She looks up and gasps loudly, exploding from her seat to tackle him. "DADDY!!! TANK YOU, TANK YOU, TANK YOU!!!" She says bursting with joy, wiping her tears on his chest. "I can't bewieve it!! How did you win so fas'??" "Don't worry about it, cutie," he says, rubbing the top of her head. She clings onto him tighter, vibrating with excitement. "Alright baby, what should we see next?" His question is met with a fart, much louder and bubblier than before. "Uuhh... W-well akshully, Daddy, I reawly godda..." He turns around and squats down. "Hop on." He runs toward their car with his baby on his back, every other step causing more gas to slip out. He flings open the car door and sets her inside, handing her her plushie. Before he can even get in the driver's side, her accident has already begun. She grips onto her plushie tightly as the car seat, coveralls, and two thick diapers do nothing to conceal her hefty blorting. It doesn't take long for her second diaper to justify itself. He sits down beside her and rubs her thigh to soothe her through her intense mess. After two minutes of loudly emptying herself, she relaxes and sighs heavily, burying her deep crimson cheeks into her new plushie as her bladder releases itself. He grabs her chin and kisses her softly. Turning the key, he pulls out of the parking lot, his wallet twenty bucks lighter, and her diaper much, much heavier. Day 31 - Friends 🤎💛❤️‍🔥💓🖤⛓️😳 "Heeeyyy! Come in, come in!" Several people shuffle through the front door, carrying drinks, snacks, board games, and controllers. "Aww, why's the lil' one cribbed?" "Oh, she was a VERY bad girl yesterday," he says, looking toward the crib. "Wasn't she?" "Hmph..." She grumbles as she looks away, unable to dispute through the paci-gag in her mouth. "She packed her pamps so full that she was leaking all over, then ran away from me when I tried to change her, giggling and sticking her tongue out the whole time. Not much giggling after I pinned you down though, huh, baby?" She grumbles some more, rubbing her mittened hands against her stinging bottom. "So it's three diaps tonight and two for the rest of the month, and she gets to stay in her crib until you guys leave. She has a very special message for everyone, too. Baby, turn around so all your friends can see your diaper." "Mmmmph!" She whines in protest. "Now, baby." She begrudgingly gets on her hands and knees and turns around for the group, blushing profusely as she displays her diaper with the words "Don't Change Me, I'm A Brat" written across her huge, puffy butt. Her onesie is unbuttoned because the massive amount of padding between her legs makes it impossible to do so (very intentional), so she has to lift the strap so everyone can read. The whole crowd coos at the shameful little diaper girl's embarrassment. "Alright diapie butt, the adults are gonna go have fun. Behave, unless you want me to extend your punishment." She shakes her head silently, looking toward the floor. "Good girl. Keep that diapie clean, too. You wouldn't want all your friends to have to smell your stinky butt, would you?" "Hmmmphh..." She has half a mind to drop a big, messy dump in her pamps right now just to spite him, but out of fear of not knowing how much worse her punishment could get, she refrains. "Sorry, princess, but that's why you listen to your Daddy!" One of her close friends from college says to her, pinching her cheek and making her blush even harder. To think the same girl that cheated off her constantly in school was now treating her like a dumb, little, pants-pooping baby is a new height of humiliation for her. Though, no matter how much resistance she puts up, she can't ignore the warm tingling between her legs. Hours later, the group is engrossed in a game of Catan, and the crib crinkler is getting no attention. Occasionally when someone gets up to use the restroom or get a drink, they stop by the brat's crib to tease her, patting her head or telling her how cute she looks in all those diapers, but nothing more. Every time someone passes by her, Daddy loudly asks them how her diaper looks or if she smells. All these events pile up in her mind, fueling her humiliation little by little. As the game carries on, the diaper baby feels her tummy grow more and more restless. She tries to shut her legs to prolong the battle, but the excessive padding between her thighs prevents it. She tries to squeeze her butt closed with her mittened hands for the same reason, and is unable to for the same reason. With no more choices available to her, she's left bouncing and fidgeting in her crib, feeling her body temperature rise as her desperation grows. She's listening to her Daddy's words in her head on repeat, telling her to behave, but her focus is being devoured by ever-mounting feelings of humiliation and need. Sheer discomfort takes hold of her as she feverishly grips onto the railing of her crib and begins to whine desperately. "Sounds like the lil' one wants something!" "I'm sure she just wants out, but she's in there for a reason. It's your turn, by the way." Her pleading whines become desperate whimpers as she fidgets helplessly. She can feel the hot mush sinking down inside of her and pressing against her hole. She tries to close her eyes and hear Daddy's words, but the overwhelming humiliation and desperation instantly consume any thought she attempts to have. A steady stream of hot farts begins to pour out of her, hotboxing her triple-layered diaper. She starts to shake uncontrollably, tears welling up in her eyes. She fights till the very end, wanting more than anything to be a good girl for her Daddy, but it's no use. Hot, mushy poop explodes out of her, rapidly filling her first diaper and threatening to breach into the next after only a few seconds. The entire party turns their heads toward the crib while the sounds of the naughty brat's accident fill the room. Her mind is enveloped by a hot, bright, white light as the embarrassment and relief spiral and clash. The only feeling she can focus on is how badly she wants to tear off her onesie and cum her filthy little brains out. She continues to grip onto the railing for dear life as she continues to unload a seemingly impossible amount of mush for such a little girl. After what feels like an eternity, her bowels and butt finally make amends. Her hyperventilating slowly decelerates as sweat drips from her burning cheeks and her bladder empties itself. "Geez! Someone really had to go!" One of their friends says. The whole group chuckles. "Oh boy, so sorry about her. I thought her punishment would be enough to keep her on good behavior for tonight, but I guess not." "Oh, it's okay! We know she can't control herself, right, sweetie pie?" "Thanks, guys. My turn's over, anyway, so keep playing and I'll be right back." He gets up and walks towards his stinky baby's crib as she looks up at him, sweat and tears staining her blushing cheeks. He hoists her up out of her crib and carries her into their room. Once there, he sits down on the bed and sets her on his lap. She feels the hot, muddy contents of her giant diaper squish and smear around, sending a jolt of arousal up her spine. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you, brat?" He shoves his hand beneath her heavily padded crotch, trying to assess the damage. The moment his hand makes contact, she presses herself against it, grinding feverishly. She clings onto him, unable to suppress her lewd moans. "You're getting off to this? All your friends just saw you shit your pants and cry like a baby, and it made you want to cum? God, you're such a pathetic little stink slut." He degrades her, which only serves to fuel her burning arousal. She tries to grasp at the bottom of her onesie, but her mittens won't allow it. He feels her desperation and tears it off for her, allowing her soft, round tits to spill out. He takes the left one in his mouth, sucking and biting on it and causing her to squeal. His unoccupied hand reaches around and shoves against the steaming hot dump in her diaper, making her writhe and shiver. Being in complete control of her body at all times means he can sense, through her rhythmic tremors and rising temperature, that she's at her limit. "Cum." She throws her head back as she loses control, squirting violently into her thoroughly soiled diaper and moaning with all the air her little lungs can contain. Her thighs quake uncontrollably as she collapses against her caretaker. One moment, he's rubbing her bare back in gentle circles while she catches her breath. In the next, he's listening to her softly snore. He lifts her up from his lap and delicately places her under the covers, kissing her sweaty forehead. "Hey, where's baby?" A friend says to him as he closes the door behind him. "Oh, I put her to bed. She tuckered herself out. Is it my turn?"
  2. So, as the title suggests, this story was guided by A.I. I have a handful of perfect scenarios in my imagination that I could recycle indefinitely. I guess that’s a round about way of extending an open invitation to consider this an edit-able, rough draft. Actually I would love to see some of your edits to this. ************************
  3. This story is just the developing relationship between Ema and her best friend Akira, as well as introducing Ema’s powers to Akira, also I am running out of ideas already, so if you have any ideas or want to see me write about a certain fantasy or scenario then just comment below and I’ll try use the comments as some inspiration, additionally, thank you to all the messages and comments I’ve received praising my fiction work, I appreciate it very much and I’m glad you enjoy the works. As always, a brief explanation and also, previous volumes are uploaded and available to read if and when you want to see what else has happened and to add more context to what you’re reading. Ema has discovered she has strange bladder powers which enables her much more control over her and others bladders, she is into Omorashi and this improves her experience tenfold, this series is just about the various experiences she goes through with these powers, whether they be used for good, bad, or personal enjoyment. As always, enjoy, and thanks for reading. It was a Saturday, two weeks had already passed by in her first term back at Med School in Hiroshima, and Ema had been very stressed as of recent, but not because of her education, instead she had been worried and stressed about her newfound powers, and how to use them, “great power requires great responsibility” and all that, as she had been feeling guilty about how she had used her powers so far, she had been thinking about how guilty she felt for Mrs Jones, her teacher, who she had used her powers on to make wet herself in front of her class “sure, you could argue that she deserved it for not letting Heidi and other student use the toilet, and also causing me to leak as well, but I can’t forget the look of sheer distraught and panic on her face” Ema thought to herself. “Surely, I can’t keep this to myself forever, I want to talk to someone about it, but no one would believe me, they’d all think I was lying or crazy” she continued in her head. After lying in her bed for hours, it was 11am at this point and she hadn’t gotten out of bed or gotten dressed, she hadn’t even used the toilet that morning, she used her powers to deposit it into her younger sister, who used the toilet for her. She eventually decided, since she wasn’t able to sleep the previous night and was still stressed about it in the morning, she decided she had to tell someone. She shot out of bed suddenly, wearing just a pair of black panties, looked herself in the mirror “I don’t look like a bad person, I think I should ask someone for help, but who exactly? Who would believe me?” She said quietly to herself in the mirror before thinking about who to ask, then she remembered, Akari, her lifelong friend and neighbour, she had been a close and loyal friend to Ema for years. “Yeah, Akari might be able to understand” she said to herself. Ema walked back over to her bed and picked up her phone and began to type out a message to Akari, she was still nervous about asking her though, she began to type a message out but kept back pedalling, Akari got a notification saying Ema had been typing, after about 10 minutes, Akari got impatient and messaged her “r u writing me a fckin poem or what? Spit it out already Ema ffs” this message calmed Ema’s nerves a bit and made her laugh, she responded quickly saying “Can we meet at ur house? Got something I wanna talk about” Akari responded quickly saying “sure, I’m at the gym until 1 tho, come by mine around that time”, Ema responded “1 exactly?” Akari responded by sending a picture of her in the gym, very sweaty and looking tired but slightly smiling and holding a thumbs up. Ema smiled, and she put her phone down to get ready. She took off her panties and grabbed a towel and went to the shower. She got dressed into a black sports bra, a pair of red panties, black Nike pro short shorts and some white Nike socks, she put on a pair of panda dunks as well. She had breakfast, brushed her teeth, even did her makeup and hair despite the fact that she knew there was no point cause she wasn’t doing anything aside from meeting Akari and Akari wouldn’t care if she had or hadn’t been done up. By the time she was ready, it was 12:55, just about time to head to Akari’s, she literally only lived across the street so she just waited by Akari’s door until she came home. A minute later, Akari came round the corner with her house keys in her hand, wearing some red dunks, white ankle socks, grey leggings and a black crop top, her hair was tied back and she looked very sweaty and tired. “oh hey Ema, I’ll let you in now” said Akari “hey, thanks” replied Ema. Akari unlocked the door and walked inside, she took her shoes off by the door and Ema did the same, she then followed Akari up to her bedroom. Akari sat down on her bed and laid down and sighed, Ema was still stood up just watching her. “come, sit down on the bed it’s ok” Akari said “what is it you wanna talk about then?” She followed up with. ”thanks again Akira, this is difficult for me to say though so sorry if I take my time a bit with this one, I also just wanna ask you to believe me, even though it may seem strange” Ema said in a shy tone. “ok?” Akira said whilst raising her eyebrow “Just tell me stop being a weirdo.” Akira began to untie her hair and let it loose again as well as doing some stretches, she got up to grab a drink of water from her bag as well. “well are you gonna say something?” Asked Akira. Ema was sat looking shy and worried on her bed, Akira came back and put her arm around her “whatever you’re gonna say just say it, I’m not gonna look at you any differently, just lay it on me” Akira said in a soft and comforting tone, in contrary to her normal, high energy, almost tomboyish voice. “You’re not gonna believe this, and that’s fine I can convince you if you don’t, but I…I…” Ema said and began to stutter, “you? You what?” Asked Akira. Ema finally tried her best to let it out “I somehow have the power to make people pee themselves, I don’t know why but I just do” Ema said softly and quietly. “What? No you know I can’t believe that, that’s bullshit Ema. Come on, what do you actually wanna tell me?” Akira asked, “no I’m being serious Akira, please understand, I look at someone’s crotch and I am able to control or do things to their bladder, it sounds stupid I know. But you remember what happened to Mrs Jones yeah? When she pissed herself for a solid 10 minutes or so?” Ema said in an agitated and upset tone, “yeah I remember that, was funny as fuck, got what she deserved for not letting us go piss” Akira responded “and you’re implying that you somehow made her piss herself? I don’t believe you sorry Ema, that’s just unbelievable” she continued. Ema was about to speak again but Akira interjected saying “you know what actually, I’m not even gonna argue. If you claim you can make people piss themselves at will, prove it to me, make me wet myself, go on. I’m gonna use the toilet first though, cause I don’t believe you can actually do that” Ema nodded as she awaited Akiras return. Akira came back after a minute and said “okay I’m ready, my bladder is literally empty, make me piss myself. And in fact you know what, I have such confidence that you can’t do it, let’s do this out in my front garden.” Ema agreed and they went out to Akiras’ front garden, it was very much in the public view as many cars passed by and a lot of people were walking by too. “ok, when you’re ready” Akira said in a cocky tone of voice. “It might take up to a minute or two okay?” Ema replied. “Sure, I mean my bladder is literally empty, I can’t piss if I wanted to” Akira stood there with her legs separated slightly and her hands on her hips, looking somewhat disappointed at Ema. Ema looked down at Akira’s crotch, indeed she was completely empty. Ema selected the “ultimate withdraw” option when presented with the UI. She selected the destination to be Akira’s bladder, it read an astonishing 1600ml, she was amazed and secretly a little turned on, Ema was excited for this because although she didn’t want a relationship, she considered Akira to be one of the most attractive women she’d met and was excited to see her pee. She then selected the source to fill Akira’s bladder, Ultimate Withdrawal now allowed her to select multiple sources for filling up a bladder, including non pee sources, such as the ocean and other body’s of water, including things like water bottles. Ema looked around and there wasn’t that many people around, they were also out of range to be used, she looked at the pond in Akira’s front garden and used that as a source, she selected 2000ml and was prompted with a warning message saying “WARNING - recipient selected for withdrawal has not got the required capacity to store this amount, selecting continue will cause the recipient to instantly lose control, proceed?” Ema selected Yes. “okay, it should be coming in a couple seconds now” said Ema ”yeah of course, there’s literally nothing in my bladder, I can’t piss mys-“ Akira spoke but then suddenly stopped, she looked down and her stomach started to swell slightly. She crossed her legs and put her hands in her crotch, she looked back up at Ema looked confused, “what the fuck is happening, what did you do??” Akira said, her efforts were in vain though as she started to uncontrollable piss her grey leggings, the wet patch quickly soaked into her Gymshark leggings and covered her front and back of her legs rapidly, she kept looking down at her legs and back up at Ema, moving her legs around to try and cross them correctly to stop the flow, there was a large puddle already forming beneath her, she had been pissing for about a minute and some passer-by were staring at her, Akita’s face turned bright red as she ran down the side of her house, leaving a trail of piss on her concrete path Ema followed and looked back up to the street to see a small group of people had been watching, once Akira had ran off they all went away. Ema saw Akira leaning against the wall, still pissing like a fire hydrant, “oh my God Ema how the fuck did you do this, shit, this is so fucking embarrassing” she said as she was still squirming to try and stop the piss stream, her leggings were absorbing so much and were soaked already, Ema looked down at Akita’s bladder and she still had another 500ml to go before she stopped. “It feels like I haven’t pissed for a year and a half, ahhh” Akira moaned loudly as Ema quietly enjoyed the sight. Akita’s white socks had turned completely transparent from the amount of piss as well. Akira managed to calm herself down as her face was no longer red, and she was standing normally, she was still pissing, but had gotten used to it by now. ”yeah I really didn’t expect that to happen, fuck me honestly. I regret not believing you now, fuck.” Akira said, “yeah, it’s not exactly easy to believe though. Sorry for making it so dramatic” replied Ema. “It’s fine, karma I guess” Akira replied. She eventually stopped pissing, her leggings, panties and socks completely soaked and what looked like a small river or stream had formed beneath her with how much she pissed. Akira walked back to the front door with a slight waddle, and still leaking a bit of pee that was soaked into her leggings as she walked and Ema followed. Before stepping in, Akira took off her socks and rung them out, she also wiped her feet along the dry concrete path to try and dry them off a bit, she stepped inside and Ema Followed. “I need to shower, not only was I sweaty from the gym but now I’m soaked in piss too, just give me a minute would you Ema, oh and can you grab me some new clothes too please, thanks” Akira said to Ema before running to the bathroom. Ema agreed and went and grabbed some black leggings, white socks, a black thong and a white t shirt and placed it in the bathroom whilst Akira was showering, she stepped into the bathroom and was greeted by Akira’s voice “thanks, no peeking you fucking perv” she shouted and joked over the sound of the running water. Ema laughed and jokingly pulled the shower curtain back a little bit, they had seen each other naked countless times so it wasn’t that much of an issue to them, “Perv!” Akira shouted at Ema, Ema laughed and exited the shower and waited in Akiras room. After a couple minutes Akira came back upstairs, dressed but still with wet hair, she came in and sat on the bed next to Ema “fucking hell I really didn’t expect that, how did you even do that?” Akira asked, Ema explained “I just look down at your crotch and it gives me a bunch of options, one of them is to completely fill your bladder to make you pee yourself”, Akira looked down at Ema’s crotch to see if she could do the same, but to no avail. “Nah nothing, you’re lucky though cause I’d have gotten some payback if I could” Akira joked. “So was it just you wanted to show me this or what?” Akira Asked. “Well I’ve been thinking about how I use it, I can literally use it on anyone, I used it on Mrs Jones, I used it on Heidi from our class, I’ve now used it on you and I’ve even used it on my own mother so that she would stop bothering me when I came home super drunk once, I only became aware of it recently. I just feel weird about using it, guilty almost” Ema explained “so why don’t you just not use it then?” Asked Akira, Ema replied with “it’s cause I…I-“ “it’s cause you like it don’t you Ema?” Said Akira “you enjoy making people wet themselves? I’ll be honest after knowing you for 19 years, I can’t say I’m too surprised, don’t worry about it I’d say” Ema was startled, “how did you-“ “because no average girl wets themselves that many times and in the scenarios that you have, for a while I just thought you had a weak bladder, but eventually I started to realise you didn’t look too unhappy about it and started to think you enjoyed it” Akira interrupted, “was it really that obvious?” Asked Ema, who had gone bright red from embarrassment “sometimes” replied Akira “but typically, no one drinks four bottles of water 15 minutes into a movie, and then not leave to use the bathroom when both of us were talking about how shit it was, you could’ve at least picked a good movie to be a bit more convincing. Also, if I had trouble holding my pee in, you wouldn’t catch me wearing white jeans that go see through when they get wet as regularly as you do” Ema had turned even brighter red with embarrassment and had coiled up on Akira’s bed and she lay there silently “ah don’t worry about it Em, it’s normal to have a kink” said Akira in a comforting, almost motherly voice “your secret is safe with me at least, but you are worried for what reason? Cause you feel guilty for it?” Ema said very quietly “yeah, I just feel like a bad person for making Mrs Jones and my mother wet themselves” “ah they can go fuck themselves honestly, Mrs Jones had it coming, remember last year when I pissed myself cause of her? Some other people in that class did too, she deserved what you did to her. As for your own mom, I mean we’re 20, we are adults, why is she still shouting at you for doing things that most adults do anyway? What I’d do if I were you, use it exactly how you wanna use it, and don’t worry” Said Akira. Ema started to feel a bit better and sat upright, Akira was sat very close to her, their thighs were touching, she began to ask “Ema, just then when I wet myself, did you enjoy that?” Ema looked at Akira who had a seductive look in her eyes and was biting her lip slightly, Ema blushed and looked away “Hmm, you look so cute when you’re embarrassed” and gave Ema a kiss on the cheek Ema didn’t know how to feel, but she liked what Akira was doing “I’d love to keep you longer, but I gotta leave for guitar practice in 15 minutes, so I gotta ask you to leave for now, but I’ll message you later ok” Akira said and winked at the end at Ema. Ema was a bit overwhelmed, still blushing hard and was nervous, she let out a quick “sorry, I’ll leave now, thanks again”, “it’s no problem” said Akira, Ema leant over to hug Akira, Akira was taller and hugged back, she gave Ema another kiss on the forehead this time and let go of her, Ema was still blushing and quickly left, putting her shoes on and leaving out the front door and back into her house across the street, “bye” Akira shouted as Ema left. Ema went back to her house and up to her room, her mother was in the kitchen. “Hi I’m home” said Ema quietly, “hi” her mother responded “have fun?” Her mother turned to face Ema “yeah thanks” said Ema, “I could tell” replied her mother, laughing to herself slightly, “what do you mean?” Questioned Ema “go look in the mirror dear” Ema realised that she probably had a lipstick kiss mark on her face, she quickly went up to her room and looked in her mirror to see it, indeed, it was a red lipstick kiss mark on her check from Akira. She went on her phone to see she had a message from Akira, she opened it, it was a picture of her topless in her bathroom with the message underneath “took this earlier in the shower for you xx” Ema didn’t really know what to respond with, and sent “ omg xx” and followed up with “my mom questioned me about this” with an attached image of her cheek Akira responded with “lmao” and then followed up with a “come by mine later? Like 11 ish? xx” Ema responded with “yes please xx”
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  5. Hi, I'm here again looking for an Omorashi meetup in Madrid, capital of Spain. People from other countries travelling to Madrid welcome, Spaniards welcome too of course, but in my experience there's no so much interest here. I feel so lonely and bored of wetting myself all alone. I need to share it with people!! Kisses
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  7. Most of my stories are at least somewhat sweet, but this one is just straight up smut lol. Enjoy, and check out my Twitter where I'm much more active and my Pixiv where all my stuff is neatly organized, including my art! https://twitter.com/ghostingsABDL https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/66131074 Working From Home "Good morning, sleepyhead," Daddy says as his baby shuffles groggily into the kitchen, rubbing her bleary eyes. Her patterned pull-up just barely pokes out beneath her oversized hoodie, the slight sag and yellow tint likely being the reason. Her shoulder-length, brunette hair is just how she likes it: a completely tangled mess, so Daddy won't be able to resist brushing it for her. The final touch on the portrait of sleepy, adorable perfection is a drool stain on the corner of her lip. "Daddy's been waiting all morning for you, sweetie," he says as he works on his laptop at the kitchen table. "Oh, ya? Wha for, Daddy?" She replies during a squeaky yawn, stretching her arms and exposing her soft midriff. "Crawl under the table and suck my cock while I work." A jolt of shock and horniness shoot through her spine, instantly dispelling her drowsiness. "B-buh Daddy...! Wha abou bweakfas?" She mutters, flustered and blushing fiercely. "This is your breakfast, silly! Now come here. Don't make me wait any longer." She obeys immediately, dropping onto her hands and knees on the hardwood floor and crawling under the wooden table. Once she reaches Daddy's feet, she leans back onto her calves and timidly places her hands on his inner thighs, running her hands through his thick leg hair. She leans in to plant a delicate kiss on the bulge beneath his boxers, looking up at him innocently. "Not so fast, honey," he says, pulling her away gently with a hand under her chin. He reaches down to grab the hem of her sweatshirt, sliding it off and allowing her soft, round breasts to spill out. He then slides his boxers off, revealing his semi-stiff penis. "That's better," he says, smiling warmly yet seductively while brushing her hair out of the way. Her blush intensifies, now face-to-face with what's on her mind most hours of the day. "Buh Daddy, is not hard..." "Then fix it, sweetie." She shyly leans in again, wrapping her delicate hand around his flacid shaft and placing the tip on her tongue. As soon as she slides him in, she immediately feels his cock grow and stiffen on her tongue until her burning cheeks are suddenly stuffed full. Her pupils dilate as she sighs in ecstasy, feeling like she could melt. He reopens his laptop and smiles, knowing that avoiding to get hard until he felt her lips would drive her crazy. She slides his thick cock out of her mouth with a string of saliva connecting to her lower lip, panting not due to a lack of oxygen, but an abundance of arousal. She lifts his cock and glides her tongue along the bottom of his length, savoring the savory flavor that she craves constantly. Once it seems his focus has shifted back to his work, she leans in and inhales deeply through her nose, instantly feeling her pussy moisten as his scent overcomes her senses. "God, you're such a dirty little cockslut," he says, feeling her respiration tickle his balls. Her face turns a deep crimson, left with no rebuttal. "S-sowwy, Daddy... I jus couldn hewp mysewf..." She slides her tongue beneath his sack, the taste causing an absurd amount of neurons to fire in her brain like a firecracker festival. Unable to resist, she pops his balls into her mouth, hungrily swirling them around on her tongue. This elicits a gentle tug on her hair from Daddy, with not enough force to make her stop, but just enough to tell her to settle down. She receives the message, but it does little to soothe her ferality, gulping down his cock once more. She's far too obsessed with what's happening. The questionless submission, complete control, being carelessly used in such a way, not even considering the ecstasy all of her senses are receiving. The addictive taste and scent of his cock, the feeling of it throbbing and twitching on her lips and tongue, the sounds of it sliding down her wanting throat, and the sight of him wholly dominating her with zero effort. Self control is completely out of the question at this point, and she couldn't be happier. Suddenly, the hungry diaper slut feels a deep, pressing feeling in her lower abdomen. It's currently around the time of her morning dump, which would normally be no issue, but the tiny, pre-soiled pull-up hugging her butt feels otherwise. She knows any amount of additional waste would result in a serious blowout, but asking for a change right now would be especially unwise even if she had the willpower to pull her bewitched lips away. So, in her growing desperation, she accelerates, tightening her lips around his solid shaft and forcing it further down her throat in hopes that he'll finish before she has an accident. Unluckily for her, however, her Daddy is acutely in tune with her habits and body, so hearing her gurgling tummy tells him all he needs to know. He decides to hold out, wanting to humiliate her when she inevitably loses control. Several minutes pass, and the horny baby's desperation is mounting higher than she can withstand. Her legs fidget uncontrollably beneath the table as she whimpers frenziedly. "Shhh, sweetie, Daddy's working," Daddy says, dismissing her with a sadistic grin. Her fierce desperation takes hold, and she slides her lips off of his shaft, replacing it with her shaky hand. He removes it immediately. "No hands." Daddy grabs the back of her head and shoves her face back onto his cock, causing her to choke and slobber. Her tired lips, burning cheeks, and quivering chin are messily slathered in her own saliva. His breathing has become labored, with deep, pleasureful, intermittent groans, which indicates progress, but her limit has practically arrived, so she has no choice but to continue whimpering. As her whimpering grows louder and more insistent, Daddy grabs her hair and pulls her off of his cock. "What?" He says sternly, looking down at her delirious, dripping face. As their eyes meet, a forceful, sloppy fart rips out of her padded ass, and a powerful hissing emanates from between her legs. It only takes a few seconds for the rising piss to begin gushing out of her pull-up's leg holes, streaming down her tremoring thighs and pooling at her knees. Her butt launches another assault on her poor pull-up concurrently, the hot mush rapidly filling the remaining space and pushing right past the leak guards. She is powerless to do anything but heave and pant, staring directly into her caretaker's eyes as she vigorously shits herself. Watching his little diaper toy commit such a depraved, humiliating act, born purely out of submission and devotion, sends him over the edge. His thick, saliva-coated cock unloads rope after rope of hot, creamy cum, defiling her sweaty, crimson face and milky, full tits while he groans emphatically. His cum slut scrambles to drink every drop, thirstily licking her lips, tits, and his dripping cock. He pulls his messy princess up onto his lap, and she immediately collapses against him. He rubs her back in gentle circles with one hand while the other brushes her tangled hair aside to tenderly kiss her burning cheek. "Well, that was very productive..." He says, shutting his laptop.
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  11. Hey everyone! This is my first story written here, so I’m open to any feedback. My main motivation for this fic was a severe lack of Link in Legend of Zelda omo stories, or male stories in general, so I had to make my contribution. Enjoy! After a long week of fighting moblins, bobokins, and skeletons with nothing more than a club and some meager branches, Link had finally made it to the Lookout Landing. Exhausted and ready to collapse, he was taken to the emergency hideout, and fell into a deep sleep. When he awoke, he went to ask the eccentric researcher Purah about his new mission. They discussed his past and the four natural phenomenas to explore over a clear blue pitcher of ice fruit juice. “Careful Link! This juice has potent power,” Purah warned him, her large eyes blinking as she studied him, not unlike a specimen in a laboratory. Link, who had been living off of no sleep and raw meat, was delighted by the crisp and refreshing beverage as it glided down his throat and settled cool in his stomach. He gleefully chugged almost a gallon of juice before he remembered his manners. After drinking it, he felt a different aura around him, as if it had some kind of effect on him. Purah, observing his confusion over her round glasses, laughed and told him that he was protected from hot terrain. Link nodded in appreciation, realizing how much colder the his lower half was becoming. Purah clapped her hands. “Alright Link! I know that you just got back, but I need you to meet with the search party up by Hyrule Castle. They’ve been searching tirelessly for you.” Knowing his duty, Link nodded and stood up. As he rose, he felt a slight pressure in his bladder, and walked off to search for an outhouse. Behind him, Purah’s voice echoed across the field. “Link! Hyrule Castle is that way! It’s important that you find the search party as soon as possible.” Internally, Link groaned. It definitely would have been smarter to go before going on his mission. But Purah’s voice seemed insistent, and considering the state of the world right now, she was right: he didn’t have any time to lose. He turned and lightly ran towards the wooden arch marking the exit of Lookout Landing, with every impact of his foot on the ground ever so slightly jostling his bladder. Once out of view of the small village, Link slowed his pace to a less uncomfortable speed and started to look for a tree or some cover to let go. He found a small cluster of trees, and walked quickly toward it. After a week of being out in the wild, with few people around, his bladder was used to being able to pee anywhere, and it certainly was strained at the moment. He stepped in front of a tree with his hand on his belt, ready to loosen it, when the ground in front of him began to rumble. The tree in front of him suddenly ripped itself out of the ground and with its roots crawled to him. Link jumped back and fumbled for his ax. In his hesitation, the tree whipped its head back and hit him hard. He flew back and hit the floor, feeling his health diminish and a sharp pain below his stomach reminded him of his first unfinished mission. Ignoring his need and grabbing his weapon, he swung at the trunk over and over, until at last only an unmoving log of wood remained. He briefly considered peeing on the trunk as payback, but ultimately decided that that was too petty, even for him, and scanned the area for more hidden enemies. After his impromptu battle, his need had substantially grown, but he had lost some health, and needed to replenish it first. Link pulled out a potion of healing and after a second of hesitation swallowed the entire flask, whose contents seemed to go straight to his bladder. Finally in front of a real tree, he pulled himself out, ready to release himself. However, when he was undoing his belt, he noticed how cold and firm his skin was. Aiming himself at the tree, he just couldn’t go. In disbelief, he pushed his muscles harder, urging his sphincter to relax, but nothing seemed to come out. Apparently, his excess drinking of the ice fruit punch had overwhelmed his body. Link exhaled in disappointment and put himself back away. He’d have to wait until the effects wore off and his inner contents melted. Taking more careful steps now, Link walked towards Hyrule Castle to find the rescue team. The sooner he could get this over with, the sooner he could return to Purah and she could help reverse his condition. As he made his way towards the castle, he passed by a villager leaning up against a tall sign, clearly in need of support. Link was never one to ignore someone needing help, but he needed to get to the search team. He’d come back later and help. Coming over a hill, Link stopped and felt a sinking feeling. There was a bridge over a river in front of him, with a massive Hinox sleeping in the middle of it. He’d either have to fight the Hinox, or find another way to cross the river. Since he didn’t think he had enough weapons or health to fight the Hinox, he sighed and made his way down to the river. He could hold it. Even after sleeping for a hundred years with his stamina, health, and memories dwindled, he still had his determination. At the edge of the river, the rushing sound of water was not doing Link’s bladder any good, and he squeezed his legs together for a second before stepping into the river. The cold water shocked his entire system, and he inhaled sharply. Now that he was in the water, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering, how just a day ago he’d let go in a river similar to this one, how wonderful and freeing it felt to stand and alleviate the pressure building inside him as his pee flowed into the water below. Now in his current state, that euphoric image was making it harder to focus. But somehow a small drop made its way out and into his pants. Surprised, Link tried to see if any more would come out, but none did. Even so, he was glad to see that his situation was temporary, and he would find relief soon. Swimming in the river, Link sorely wished he could release himself in the water, but pushed through. He safely made it across the river and arrived at the ruins. Entering through the cracked stone archways of a dead civilization, Link’s desperation had skyrocketed. His clothes were still wet, and they dripped as he walked, reminding him with every step of his growing need. After that single drop he had released, Link’s bladder had sorely complained, needing to let go but not having any means to do so. He started to get worried about the time. It had been about half an hour since that one drop, and after none had come. Link was never that great at math, but he realized how soon he’d needed to find the rescue team and get relief fast. Just as that thought crossed his mind, he spotted a uniform-clad figure in the distance, and strode towards them. A guard was standing there, and she looked surprised to see Link, especially with such an uncomfortable gait. Seeing the inquisitive look on his face, she explained that the captain of the rescue team, Hoz, was at the top of the tower in the castle. Though his face didn’t show it, Link was dismayed. The tower the guard gestured to was far, with a long curved ramp leading up to it. He groaned and painfully started to walk up the winding path, feeling the weight of his bladder with every step he took. When he got to the tower, he needed to climb the walls to get to the very top. Giving himself a small squeeze, he jumped up and started scaling the walls. As he jumped up the walls, his bladder screamed out at him, but he scrambled up and found Hoz waiting for him. As everyone else had, the captain jumped and remarked on his presence, and talked about the destruction and their mission. Link had heard this speech before. His focus faded, and he gripped himself as subtly as he could through his pants as Hoz rambled on about Hyrule and his team lost in the depths. Link absolutely could not take it anymore. His desperation was at a level he never thought he could experience, and his pain below his stomach was like no other, a sharp constant pain that demanded to be released immediately. He didn’t even notice a bright light during the conversation. Finally, Hoz stopped talking, and told Link to go report back to Lookout Landing.Thank god, Link thought. At last, he’d be able to get some help from Purah. He yanked out his Sheikah Slate, or he supposed now it was called a Purah Pad, and tapped the nearest shrine to Lookout Landing. He felt himself rise, and everything went black. Rematerializing near Lookout, his feet hit the ground with a jolt and he doubled over, hands wedged between his thighs. He hobbled like this up the stairs, taking one hand from his crotch to grab the railing, and flung open the door to reveal Purah reading over some papers. Her inquisitive eyes lit up when she saw him, and it was obvious what his dilema was. “Oh, poor Link! Must’ve been the ice fruit, I warned you!” She leaned over Link’s shorter stature, scanning his entire body, hunched over in desperation. “But oh, this is fascinating! I’ve never had someone ingest so much ice fruit before! May I?” She motioned towards his tunic, and Link nodded hurriedly. Purah’s hands reached under the fabric and lifted it, exposing Link’s bulging bladder. She brushed her fingers across his stomach. His muscles involuntarily twitched and he let out a soft moan. “Wow! It’s ice cold! I need to write this down, this could correlate with so many more experiments-“ she stopped when she saw Link’s expression of pain, and her gaze softened. “Right. Of course. I have just the thing to cure you!” She walked over to her table of plants and glowing liquids and began to prepare a solution. Link was obviously impatient, but he marveled at Purah’s skills as she deftly handled a series of potions with uncanny precision. She was a little quirky, but had a good heart. Link admired her passion; he trusted whatever she said to do. As she worked, Link crossed his legs and let out a soft whimper against his will. Purah clicked her tongue. “Ah ah ah Link! Be patient, I’m almost done,” she chided him. Sweat beaded on his face. As she turned around with a small flask, her expression changed and she lit up in a way Link did not like the look of. “Actually, I want to try something new.” Link’s face fell. He was so close to relief it brought tears to his eyes. Purah tried to placate him: “Please Link! It’ll only take a minute, and you’ll get relief so soon! It’s important for my research,” she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “I’ll make you a durian pie!” That was the final convincer, as Link’s main motivation was food. It must be important if she was willing to make such a rare dish. He stiffened, straightened up as much as he could, and nodded in agreement. Purah twirled in happiness. “Wonderful! Let’s go!” She grabbed Link’s arm and led him to the Skytower. Inside the Skytower, Link couldn’t help but marvel at how tall the structure was, but his need had become his highest priority. He turned to Purah, wanting to get whatever her twisted mind desired over with as soon as possible so he could release the pressure that had been building in him all day, from the near gallon of ice fruit juice and the health potion. “Okay! Here it comes!” Purah pressed some buttons on a device next to him, and suddenly four metal arms shot out from the floor, clamping each of his limbs and raising him about a foot off the ground, prying his hands from his crotch. He gasped and his eyes opened in alarm, looking at Purah with incredulity. She laughed again. “Don’t be afraid, it’s alright! This is so I can observe you properly.” She winked at him. “Oh, here’s your promised potion.” She raised a flask of orange liquid to Link’s mouth, and he gulped it down, the potion running down his neck as he swallowed. Immediately he felt a burning sensation travel down his throat and spread throughout his body, but more importantly he felt something loosen in his bladder. His muscles were back to working again! “Just a second, Link…” Purah hummed as she jotted down some notes, looking at his stomach. The potion had done its job reversing his situation, but it had done too well, and Link had begun to sweat again, panting from the heat and inability to hold his legs together, now that his bladder was working again. Carefully, Purah removed his tunic, revealing red patterns on his stomach from the potion. She gasped in awe and started to take some measurements, wrapping a soft ruler around his stomach, and again neglected to see the look in his eyes, pleading to be let go. “Oh I’m almost done, be good, won’t you?” Purah grabbed Link’s chin and tilted it up towards her, smiling at him with a mix of satisfaction and discovery, and he blushed under her intense gaze. She really seemed to be getting a kick out of his situation. All Link could do was nod and occasionally let out a small whimper as his legs clenched against his clamps, unable to press them together. He was now completely at her mercy. After what seemed like an eternity, Purah finished her fussing over Link. “Okay! Just one last thing…” She brought over a heavy ceramic pot, not unlike a chamber pot. “I need to collect some of your urine for my data,” she explained patiently, but he wasn’t listening. At this point Link didn’t care where his piss went, just as long as it went out of him. He jerked his head towards his belt, and Purah’s nimble fingers removed his belt and moved his pants out of the way. Now positioned over the pot, Link let himself go. Starting as a small, painful trickle, pushing his muscles quickly led to a jet gushing out of him. He moaned involuntarily as his pee rattled against the ceramic, a sound that quickly turned into a splashing sound as the pot began to fill up. And it was filling up fast. Almost too fast. Purah realized as soon as Link did that the pot she had brought, as large as it was, was not going to be big enough for the poor young man’s bladder. He looked at Purah in panic, and after hesitating, Purah came to her senses. “Yes, that should be more than enough for my studies! If you can stop yourself for a second, I’ll let you down, and you can finish going somewhere else, okay?” Link feverishly nodded and tried to make his bladder stop. At first, he kept going as usual, and his sphincter didn’t understand how he had to stop when he had already been going. Gritting his teeth, he was able to squeeze his muscles enough to slow his stream to a trickle with a grunt, and his bladder once again screamed at him to keep going. When he was only dripping into the almost overflowing pot, Purah pressed some buttons on her device, and the clamps slowly lowered Link to the ground. As soon as he was on the floor, his hands flew to his crotch. He savored the feeling of being able to hold himself, and even after all he had just let go, stopping in the middle had made him want to go even more! Still dripping with every step, he shoved his way out of the tower’s curtained door and stumbled towards a group of secluded bushes. With no one around and absolutely nothing stopping him, Link whipped himself out and relaxed to his heart’s content. He tilted his neck towards the sky in pure ecstasy, and squeezed his eyes shut as he fully released himself. His knees buckled, and he continued pissing a hearty storm, kneeling in the grass. His euphoria was immense, and the pleasure he felt immeasurable after releasing all that pressure. When he finished, he buckled himself up, stood, and went back to the underground emergency tent to rest. Tomorrow he would go help that villager with his sign. Tomorrow he would go to the depths to find his rescue team. Tomorrow he would save the world. Again.
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  13. Mommy didn’t dare me she TOLD me to go out in the parking lot of the hotel wet my pants then walk back. I wasn’t allowed to run or hide it! Had to walk all the way around the hotel till I found a hiding spot. Peed my pants then had to walk of shame back across the parking lot there were 3 cars with their head lights on I walked past. Then had to take the stairs all the way back up to the third floor. So nervous but so excited! IMG_4459.mov
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