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Erica Campbell looked at the email for the 4th time in as many minutes. Your daughter, Grace Campbell, has been referred to the Discipline Office for a violation of Section H of the Student Conduct Code. She has been assigned punishments that include after school detention for 4 hours, a written appology to her peers, and one month of reduced privleges. The Maternal Responsibility Act requires you to attend a review hearing at 7pm this evening. This review hearing will be conducted by the PTA Conduct Committee. You and Grace are both required to testify at this hearing. Grace's after school detention will be served today from 3pm to 7pm. She will be released from detention at the time of her testimony. The Maternal Responsibility Act had been touted as a way to reduce the amount of crime being committed by young people. Under the Act any misconduct by a person under the age of 30 required the offender's mother to attend a hearing to determine if she was partially responsible. The mother could be found responsible if there was evidence that she had not properly disciplined her child while they were growing up. The Act applied to various offenses including school discipline infractions, traffic offenses, and criminal matters. Traffic and criminal offenses required the offender's mother to appear in court, infractions at school or college were handled by the school system. The PTA Conduct Committee often sanctioned irresponsible mothers in a manner similar to how student may be disciplined by the school. The school system allowed corporal punishment for students and the Conduct Committee often used it for mothers as well. Grace was a very well behaved high school senior. Erica wondered why her 18 year old daughter was being punished. Erica went to the school website to find a copy of the Student Conduct Code. Section H - Student Hygiene: All students must maintain personal cleanliness at all times. Students shall be subject to discipline for failure to maintain control of bodily functions. Had Grace wet her pants? The email notification was vague and left Erica wondering about her daughter's plight. Erica spent the afternoon unable to focus. She wondered exactly what Grace had done. Did it happen in class? Had her friends seen it? Had she been denied permission to go during class? What if it wasn't wet pants; if not, what else could it be? If it was wet pants, why hadn't Erica been called to bring her dry clothes? Erica was also concerned about her review hearing that evening. Erica had been a vocal proponent of the Maternal Responsibility Act when it was first enacted 6 months ago. Erica was aware that her support of the Act might make for juicy gossip if she was found in violation of it. Maternal Responsibility Act hearings were open to the public. Erica had attended several public hearings after the law was enacted, so she knew it would be a humbling experience even if she was cleared of responsibility. She shuddered to think of the potential humiliation she might endure if she was found responsible for her daughter's behavior. At 6:55pm Erica entered the small auditorium being used for the review hearing. She was escorted to the right side of the stage where she was told to stand in line with the 4 other mothers who had to appear before the PTA Conduct Committee. The 5 person committee was seated at a long table in the middle of the stage. The small auditorium held approximately 75 seats for spectators, Erica's stomach flip-flopped as she realized it was a standing room only crowd. At 7pm the students who were required to testify at their mothers hearings were led to the left side of the stage. Erica begin to tear up as she saw Grace walk-in. Her fear was confirmed; Grace's jeans had a large dark stain in the crotch and dark streaks running down the inside of each leg. When Grace made a slight turn her mother saw that her butt was as soaked as her front. The chairwoman of the PTA Conduct Committee called the hearing to order then read the docket alloud: Cathy Blake, age 41. Daughter Penny violated Section B-Unexused Abscence. Sarah Kennedy, age 43. Son Kevin violated Section C-3rd Tardy. Diane Abrahms, age 38. Daughter Hallie violated Section C-2nd Tardy. Laura Jonson, age 36. Daughter Jessica violated Section F-Overdue Library book. Erica Campbell, age 42. Daughter Grace violated Section H-Urinated in her pants. The spectators chuckled when the last offense was read aloud. Erica saw Grace's face turn beet red with embarassment as her shame was publicly announced. Erica tuned out the chairwoman as the first case was called, she kept looking across the stage at her daughter. Grace was was staring at the floor as she fidgeted. Erica could see she was biting her lower lip and sniffling in an attempt to hold off crying. Erica's mind raced as she wondered about the emotions Grace must be feeling. Was it just embarrassment, did she feel guilty, was she angry? Without knowing what had led to Grace's accident it was impossible for Erica to imagine what was going through her daughter's mind. Erica's eyes kept focusing on the dark stains on Grace's pants. What does it feel like she wondered. The discipline notice had been emailed 6 hours ago, what must it be like to have that wet denim clinging to her legs for that long! The damp fabric must be cold by now, did it itch? Tardies and unexcused absences were routine business for the PTA Conduct Committee so the first 4 hearings were over quickly. The Conduct Committee found Cathy Blake partially responsible for Penny's unexcused absence and sanctioned Cathy to 10 swats of corporal punishment and 3 hours community service to the school. Sarah Kenedy was sanctioned 8 swats of corporal punishment and 2 hours community service for Kevin's tardiness. Dianne Abrahms was sanctioned 6 swats of corporal punishment and 1 hour community service for Hallie's tardiness. Laura Jonson was relieved to be sanctioned with only an hour of community service to the school for Jessica's overdue book; she was thankful to have been spared corporal punishment. The chairwoman called a start to Erica's hearing. Erica was lead from the side of the stage the very middle, standing in front of the Conduct Committee. She couldn't see the audience from this position, she suspected that several spectators were probably checking out her butt. Erica knew that for her age she had a good figure and she was quite proud of it. Today she was a little embarrassed knowing there were probably a several creepy dads in the audience hoping to see her butt get spanked. "The purpose of this hearing is to determine the level of responsibility you face for your daughters misbehavior in school today. In order to adequately determine your level of responsibility, and any appropriate sanctions, we must ask several questions of you and Grace" the chairwoman explained. "How old is Grace? "18" Erica replied. "At what age did you begin to toilet train Grace?" "Um, around 2." "Did she have any accidents?" "I guess there were one or two" replied Erica. I mean all kids have a few." "How did you handle them?" "Ah, I guess I cleaned her up and gave her dry pants." "At what ages did Grace wet herself?" " I don't know exactly. Probably one or two times before she was in school and then one time in elementary school. " "Any accidents since she became a teenager?" Erica didn't want to answer this question but she knew she could be charged with perjury if she lied during a hearing for the Maternal Responsibility Act. She felt conflicted as she replied, "Just a small one a few weeks ago. I don't think it was a big deal. Grace laughed a little too hard and some leaked out." "I see" said the chairwoman." How did you handle her wetting?" "Well, uh, Grace took a shower while I put her pants in the wash. That was the extent of it. It's something that could have happened to anyone." "Speaking of it happening to anyone..." continued the chairwoman..." let's move on the examples you may have set for your daughter. How many times have you wet yourself since being toilet trained?" Erica was stunned for a brief moment. "Uh, only a couple" she stammered. "I mean once in college when I was pretty drunk, I really don't have any recollection of it, I just know my friends teased me about it for a couple of weeks. The only other time was a few years ago." The chairwoman's harsh stare was the only prompt Erica needed to continue. "It was 3 years ago. I had to go at the end of the work day, I thought I could make it home. Traffic was worse than normal and it took a lot longer to get home. I could barely move my foot from the gas pedal to the brake without losing control. By the time I got out of my car I could feel a spurt leak into my underwear. I was squirming at the door trying to get my key in the lock. I had to go so bad that it took three tries to unlock the door. As soon as I stepped inside I just lost all control." "Was anyone home? Did Grace know you wet your pants?" Inquired the chairwoman. "Yes." Erica admitted. "Grace was standing there, she watched the whole thing. Afterward I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, later I had to mop the floor. Neither of us said anything. For about a week afterward Grace giggled every time she looked at me." The chairwoman called Grace forward to testify. Grace trudged gingerly across the stage as the saturated denim clung to her legs. "Before we begin with questions, I am obligated to read a brief description of your offense into the record." 'The Violation Report from 5th period Algebra, indicates that Grace was fidgeting and squirming in her seat as Mr. Swanson lectured. Mr. Swanson reported other students had difficulty paying attention to the lesson because Grace's fidgeting was so distracting. Mr. Swanson indicated that Grace made no attempt to request a restroom pass before the lecture began. The Violation Report goes on to say that after the lecture a quiz was handed out. Grace stood up partway through the quiz and walked toward Mr. Swanson's desk. As she got to his desk Grace let out an audible gasp and Mr. Swanson could see urine running down her legs. Grace left a puddle of urine on the floor and her jeans were soaked.' The chairwoman looked at Grace with a mixture of disgust and pity. This was the first description Erica heard of Grace's accident. Erica felt her stomach drop as she heard the details of Grace's humiliation . She felt horrified that her daughter had wet herself in front of her peers. She felt angry that Grace was still wearing her wet jeans; she wanted to know why she hadn't been called to bring Grace home for the rest of the day (or at least bring her dry pants). "We are not here to discuss your punishment." The chairwoman explained to Grace. "The school has already taken appropriate action against you. Today we are determining if your mother bears any responsibility for your actions. If your mother is found to be partly responsible for your misbehavior then appropriate sanctions will be applied. "Grace, you heard your mother's testimony about your prior toilet training and prior wetting. Was your mother's testimony accurate? Is it true that at no time have you ever been punished or scolded for wetting yourself? Is it true that your mother never engaged you in remedial toilet training?" Grace look at the floor as she nodded and said "Yes, ma'am. It's all true." "We would like some additional information about your most recent wetting; prior to today's incident. We need you to provide us with a detailed description of what occurred and how the matter was handled by your mother. " Grace sighed as she began, "We were in the backyard with my cousins when one of them told a hilarious story. I was standing on the patio and bent over laughing. I laughed so hard I had a hard time breathing... and then I just....felt it happen. My leggings felt really warm between my legs, I looked down and realized that I wet myself a bit. I didn't completely empty my bladder like I did today. It was just enough to put a 6 inch stain in my crotch and wet a couple inches down each thigh. As my cousins we're laughing and pointing at me I ran into the bathroom. I pulled my leggings down and finished in the toilet. I put my dirty leggings in the hamper then took a shower. "By the time I was done showering," Grace continued, "mom had already put my leggings and underwear in the washing machine. It's never been brought up since then...until now." "Describe any times you have seen your mother wet her pants." Grace paused for a moment before saying "I've only seen it happen the one time she already told you about. I was sitting in the living room when I heard her fumbling with the key in the lock. When she opened the door she was taking super tiny steps with her legs half crossed. She dropped her keys and stuck her hand between her legs and began to groan. A moment later I saw her jeans start to turn dark between her legs. She peed, and peed, and peed, and peed; it kept running down her legs and on to the floor. I think she probably wrecked her shoes. Her pants looked like mine do now. "She ran upstairs to shower and when she came back she was wearing clean pants and carrying the mop. We never spoke about it after" finished Grace. The chairwoman sent Grace back to her place on the side of the auditorium as the PTA Conduct Committee whispered amongst themselves. Erica was nervous as the chairwoman addressed her. "The Conduct Committee has determined that under the Maternal Responsibility Act you are partially responsible for Grace's misconduct today. Urinating in one's pants is unhygienic, particularly in a public setting like a school. Your failure to adequately convey that message to Grace is unacceptable. "The committee feels that you should have taken Grace's childhood accidents more seriously. It was irresponsible of you not to use them as an opportunity to educate her on the importance a bladder control. "We further feel the example you set an a mother was irresponsible. When you faced no consequences after wetting yourself, it likely impacted Grace's view that lack of bladder control is acceptable. "We feel your lack of consequences for Grace's wetting a few weeks ago was irresponsible. If you had imposed remedial toilet training, or some form of discipline, Grace would likely have taken actiins to avoid urinating in her pants today. "The Conduct Committee has decided to sanction you with 30 swats of corporal punishment and 20 hours of community service to the school. "The corporal punishment will be carried out at 3p.m. Saturday afternoon at the PTA barbeque. We believe by making an example of you in front of your peers, it will help all the mothers in attendance to understand the importance of responsible parenting. "Your community service will be spent assisting in the school nurses office for 1 hour each day for the next 20 school-days. There are several students who, for a variety of reasons, wear diapers. Your community service will be to conduct the diaper changes so the nurse is free for other duties." The chairwoman babbled on a little longer before closing the hearing, but Erica had stopped listening. Her brain was in turmoil with mixed emotions. Erica was trying to wrap her head around her sanctions. She didn't mind helping the nurse, but she certainly dreaded the upcoming corporal punishment. As soon as she was dismissed Erica ran to Grace. She wanted to hug and comfort her daughter! Grace and Erica cried as they finally embraced. "I'm sorry you had a rough day" Erica said as they walked to the car. "Let's go home so you can get cleaned up. We can talk about it after you've had a long shower."

As you know I closed commissions some time ago and it may stay like that for a while beause there are a couple of comics that I want to finish before I get back to accepting them. However I keep getting mesages on ideas or being asked when I will open them again and I'm starting to feel bad admiting they are closed (and may also accidentally ghosted a few people which is not helping me feel better) so as to not disapoint everyone that is looking forward to new artwork I decided to do this new kind of thread. Basically, I have noticed that my usual method of drawing has become too slow and whenever I allow people to give me ideas they come faster than I can draw them. Because of this I am planning to go for a much less detailed style with which I can (hopefully) not only keep up but keep making progress on those comics I refered to earlier whithout getting bored of doing the same thing for months. Here are some of the things I have drawn so far with this style (this one is a bit long so you may have to open it in a new window to see it) One more thing I should mention is that I'm not going to be looking for requests/commissions that were made while they were closed or people that were asking when they would open because my memory sucks and I can only remember around 3 of them.

Hello. As the title suggests, this is a very cool thread where I will be posting omo art that I make. I decided to make a new thread because a) I did not like the quality of the art on the front page of my previous thread, and b) I adjusted my name to be in line with my pixiv. I'm still pretty busy at the moment, but I wanted to get back into posting art and doing requests in some capacity because it's something I enjoy doing. Most of the details of this thread will mirror my previous one, so I'll just reiterate them below: As the title of this thread also suggests, I will be taking requests. I am fine with most things, but there are some things I won't be drawing: -Stuff that breaks the site guidelines, obviously -Furry art. Stuff like animal ears and tails are fine, but if the character has fur it's probably above my pay grade. -Regression/similar concepts. There may be some other things I didn't mention above, so feel free to ask and I will let you know. Also, this thread will only feature wetting/peeing. However, I am totally ok with making messing alts if desired. If I do, I will post them separately in my aptly named art gallery in the gallery section. Now, with that all out of the way, time to show an art: I didn't like my previous Shizuku pic, so I decided to redraw her. I liked this one since I was able to draw the different fun parts about omo while better expressing the character. Stay tuned for next week where I show another picture I've been working on (sneak peek in the spoiler below) All my wetting/peeing pics will be posted in my image gallery too, so go check it out: I look forward to any requests!

Yo I'm Blue and I make art. This is my first time ever making content like this so its kinda nervous for me to be sharing stuff like this, but hopefully y'all enjoy it. This is gonna be an Art thread of doing characters who I feel are lacking in Omo content. Not sure How much I'll be updating on here but this is just test drive to see how things go. So anyways, starting off we have some Momo Yaoyoruzu!

DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours; Plus this story and all others are part of the same reality. Here's the big one though: The story contains diaper pooping. I know this site is mostly about wetting and most don't care about pooping. So if you don't like that sort of thing and don't want to read this story, that's perfectly fine by me. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story anyhow. A Fun Stinky Convention Autumn has finally arrived as embracing cold winds blow throughout the coastal Omutsu-suki City, leaves have already begun changing their colors as they fall from their trees onto the streets of the city. Despite the chilly weather, the populace of Omutsu-suki continue to enjoy their daily lives; Running their shops and relaxing in the city park as comfortably as any person can. However this simple October day was different from others for Omutsu-suki City, as the urban center was more active with people all bristling with positive emotions while snug in their sweaters and hoodies. The reason for this unusual excitement lies within the city’s convention center, as this year Omutsu-suki has been chosen to host the annual Diaper Enthusiast Soiling Opportunist Convention (a.k.a the D.E.S.O Convention). Many diaper enthusiasts and soiling opportunists, from nearby cities to far away countries, would always conjugate towards the D.E.S.O Convention no matter where it was held every year. Even the locals within the city itself flock to the convention with great excitement, as Omutsu-suki City is well known to have the largest D.E.S.O community in the world. So hosting the D.E.S.O Convention for Omutsu-suki is always seen as a great honor whenever the event comes around to their corner of the world. As many people have been to this convention multiple times before, just as many would be visiting this event for the first time in their lives. “Emma, hey Emma. Time to wake up sweetie, we’re finally here,” A 21 year old Danny gently whispered, who was gently trying to awaken his sleeping 20 year old girlfriend Emma. After traveling since dawn from their hometown, Emma had fallen asleep hours ago while Danny drove, but now her eyes were slowly opening up to see the Convention Center nearby. Seeing the D.E.S.O banners hanging from the building immediately filled her with joy and excitement. “Oh my god, we’re really here! I can’t believe we’re actually here!” Emma exclaimed. “Well I did promise to help you experience your first D.E.S.O convention by any means, and I always keep my promises, especially to the woman who has changed my life,” said Danny to assure Emma wasn’t daydreaming. Emma had always wanted to go to the D.E.S.O convention for the longest time but never could afford to, and now she was finally here for the first time ever thanks to her boyfriend’s affectionate support. Emma couldn’t help but hug Danny tightly but lovingly. “You're the best boyfriend ever, you know that?” Emma said. “Only because I have the best girlfriend ever,” Danny replied, hugging Emma back with tender care, “Now let's get going, we got a whole day to enjoy our first convention together.” Thus the couple left their car and walked eagerly toward the bustling convention center. As they entered the building’s lobby following the vibrate crowds, Danny could hear a recognizable crinkling emanating not just from Emma, but from others around him. He smiled to himself, knowing that Emma was going to have a blast interacting with other diaper enthusiasts like her for the first time. After all Emma had very little exposure to people like her growing up. While her friends and family supported her odd diaper loving lifestyle, she was often self conscious about herself, but always wanted to meet other D.E’s and experience the interesting culture of the D.E.S.O in person. Reaching registration right outside the main exhibit hall, Danny and Emma quickly obtained their I.D bracelets that will allow them to enter and exit the event at any time, as well as a booklet of the convention’s activities and attractions. Then they merged into the shortest line into the exhibition hall only stopping to show security their I.D bracelets. Now mere inches away from the fun, Emma’s excitement was at its peak. “You ready?” Danny asked her. “Oh hell yes, let's go!” Emma squealed joyfully. Together they stepped into the hall and bore witness to an extraordinary sight that left both in awe. First off, the hall’s ceiling was retracted to reveal the open sky above bringing fresh autumn air into the massive room. The whole room was packed with people, stalls, booths, and much more, displaying all sorts of D.E.S.O items and merchandise of many kinds. Original artwork including explicit art, comics and animations revolving around diapers, pacifiers and onesies for adult babies, special diapers and undergarments. This convention had it all. Also most participants, whether wearing normal clothes or cosplay, had their undergarments in full display for everyone to see. Underwear, diapers, pull-ups, you name it. “W-w-wow,” Emma stuttered, amazed at the spectacle in front of her. For so long she had dreamed of what this convention would look like, and now it seemed her imaginations were closer to reality than she thought. However, as the two approached the crowds, Emma’s nose detected something faint but present in the air. A familiar pungent stink that radiated from her dirtiest diapers, that’s when she discovered the most outlandish aspect of this particular convention. Emma observed a nearby anime cos-player's visible diaper as it appeared suspiciously soggy, wet, and stained yellow. Then as the cos-player turned to pose for a picture, Emma found that the cos-player also had a recognizable plump brown bulge in their diaper. An excited smile crept across Emma’s face as she quickly realized that the cos-player wasn't the only one who was wearing a full diaper. “D-Danny, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” she asked, struggling to acknowledge what was happening around her. Yet as she turned to him, Danny held a smug satisfied look on his face. “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. All participants of the convention are allowed to wet and mess themselves freely as long as you change before leaving the exhibition hall,” Danny nonchalantly revealed. Emma stood stunned. The phrase “Wet and mess yourself freely” kept repeating itself in her mind. No way this is real, no way anyone can be allowed to do that publicly, you’d normally be heavily fined or even arrested! And yet here these people are enjoying themselves while wearing messy undergarments without getting in trouble, hell even the few security guards that are out patrolling aren’t doing anything but protecting the convention. “W-W-What?” Emma stammered. “Yep, it's perfectly legit for the event. I figured it would be fun to see you find out in the flesh, so surprise!” Danny told her with confident vigor, watching Emma quickly fill up with even more excitement as it all sank in. “Oh my god, this is the best convention ever!” Emma exclaimed. “And we have only just begun. So my dear, shall we begin our journey?” Danny asked, offering his hand to her in a gentleman like manner. Emma was ecstatic as ever to begin this crazy adventure, but as she grasped Danny’s hand, an idea popped into her head. “Um, before we do. Can I do something real quick?” Emma asked. Danny nodded and waited patiently as Emma began to undo her jeans. A pampers diaper as white as snow was revealed taped around Emma’s waist, puffy and soft like a pillow. “You always looked really cute wearing your diapers,” Danny admitted, blushing as hard as Emma was. “You're too sweet Danny. Ok, now I’m ready,” Emma said, laying her jeans into her personnel diaper bag. Hand in hand, the couple began exploring the convention’s unconventional machinations with great curiosity. Danny and Emma managed to meet many people from around the world with their own D.E.S.O customs, and took pictures with cos-players of countless varieties both clean and dirty. Scavenging through the endless booths, the couple collected many handcrafted souvenirs and carried them in a decorative bag to take home. Emma got herself a ‘I love diapers’ sweater for the brisk fall, while Danny bought a diaper novel from a writer Emma had always recommended to him for ages. Emma engaged with people like herself who shared their enthralling stories, often while wearing full diapers or underwear, and shared her own tales with these colleagues for the first time. She had never felt so open and accepted before today as she often kept herself anxiously reclusive to others outside her friends and family. But today, none of her fears dared to challenge her. Danny stood by happily seeing her overcoming her anxiety as he had hoped she would be here with fellow peers. Later on after a hefty lunch in an adjacent smaller exhibition hall acting as a cafeteria, the two split up to cover more ground and see what mischief they could find on their own. Thus Emma found herself near a booth selling exotic enemas and laxatives when she noticed a minor competition being hosted nearby. Unfortunately it was a messing competition that she had just missed, but that didn’t dampen Emma’s intrigue as she joined the onlookers and watched the contestants' receive their awards. Enticed by the stink in the air, her eyes became allured by the contents in the contestants’ undergarments. From last place to 1st, everyone had an impressive bulge of poop snuggled in their diapers and pull-ups, each load bigger than the last. Naturally 1st place won with huge messy shit the size of a melon in their pampers. However something deep within Emma was now beginning to stir due to her fixation on the winner’s poopy diaper. Certain thoughts in Emma’s psyche had been slowly growing in strength with every person she encountered wearing dirty diapers, and to say the winner’s smelly pampers were 100% full was apt. Emma could observe the bulge sag heavy and plump, soft mush warmly packed into the brown padding without spilling out. All these dirty details swirling in her head had accelerated Emma’s desire to use her own pampers. Of course Emma was determined to be patient, her soft diaper will experience her own amassed load soon enough. Still, being close to the contestants poopy diapers had ensured Emma’s nose to intake their intoxicating stink. This enriched stench was enough to influence Emma to relax her bladder, resulting in a gentle flood of pee to soak into her pampers with a squishy hiss. Emma sighs, satisfied feeling her padding turn warm, soggy, and bright yellow. After a photographer immortalized the top 3 winners' messy victory for his magazine, the crowd then dispersed to move on to other activities and events. Emma, trying to distract herself from rubbing her wet pampers openly, wandered aimlessly until she found an interesting diaper booth. A friendly young man was selling diapers of all varieties including handcrafted modified versions meant for custom specifications. Just as Emma began to browse these puffy modded products, a voice was heard from behind. “Hello Andy, did you miss me?” A stranger asked the booth owner. A local girl close to Emma’s age approached the booth, sporting short brown hair, bright green eyes enhanced by a pair of glasses, and speckled with cute light freckles. The stranger also wore a crimson hoodie and a white short skirt, poorly concealing a very dirty diaper. “Ey, My favorite customer! It’s always great to see you! How have you been doing?” Andy responded with great joy. “I’m doing great. By the way, thank you for your previous recommendations, my new diet has been creating amazing ‘results’ to say the least,” The stranger winked, pointing at the poopy bulge in her diaper. “You're very welcome, it's always a pleasure helping old friends. Speaking of which, I believe I’ve got your favorite diaper brand in stock today!” Andy announced. “Oh fantastic, your timing is impeccable! I was beginning to run out of pampers and I haven’t gotten anymore yet,” The local hopped excitedly. “Well then, I’d better go get them right away. Might be a minute though cause I think it's at the bottom of all my products,” Andy said heading to the back of the booth. “No worries Andy, take your time,” The stranger encouraged. With the pleasantries exchanged, the local stranger waited patiently and started browsing the other diapers just as Emma continued with her own browsing. One product in particular caught Emma’s interest, a hefty pack of modified diapers nicknamed pamper-packers. This package held 100 pampers that advertised several impressive capacity upgrades, specifically for people who tend to create excessive amounts of waste. Emma blushed yet smiled fondly, she was definitely that kind of person, remembering her past blowouts due to her pampers not always being able to handle her bigger loads. Thinking of these stinky memories, Emma begins taking quick glances at the stranger’s full diaper. She slowly motions closer, smelling all of the shit inside the diaper. However Emma finds herself caught as she sees the local looking straight into her eye with a mischievous smirk on her face. Embarrassed, Emma hurriedly looks away, cursing herself for being so perverted. But then she hears something unexpected. “Did you like what you were seeing?” The stranger giggled. Emma, out of confusion, nervously established eye contact again. Only to find the local girl smiling at her, while waving her padded butt side to side, trying to tempt Emma on purpose. Feeling unsure how to react to the stranger’s question, Emma slowly nodded while blushing hard at the stranger. “Heh, no worries, it’s ok to look. Why else could we wear our undergarments publicly here? Besides, I've peeked at many people’s dirty diapers too, so I’m just as guilty of being a little naughty,” The stranger assured. Emma sighs, relieved to know she wasn’t in any trouble. “So, are you gonna share what you think of my diaper?” The local suddenly asked. Emma was surprised, she didn’t think she would be commenting on someone's messy diaper. But then again, the poopy diaper did look enthralling, and she didn’t want to lie. “Honestly? Your diaper looks so hypnotically poopy, I wish I had watched you stuff it up brown and full. No doubt your load of pungent poop feels incredible, sharing all of its warmth and cushiness with you while nestled inside your diaper,” Emma revealed. Now it was the stranger’s turn to be surprised by Emma’s words. “My my, thank you very much, I held it in for days to get the load just right. You’d be right too, It's really comfy feeling the mushy shit in my diaper,” The girl said. “I’d bet. Oh, my name is Emma by the way,” Emma greeted, extending her hand to the stranger. “Oh right, where are my manners?” The local girl said, as her hand reached out and met Emma's hand, “My name is Ashley.” “So Emma, interested in the pamper-packers?” Ashley asked. Emma again nodded happily. “Those diapers are really well made. Andy outdid himself when he modified them, they can hold a lot inside them without any issue,” Ashley stated. “Oh really? Have you used them before?” Emma asked, intrigued. “Oh yeah I’ve tried most of these diapers including the pamper-packers over the years.” Ashley answered. “Interesting. See, my metabolism tends to make a lot of poop in my pampers, and they don’t always hold up well,” Emma responded, feeling a little embarrassed to have admitted this fact openly. “Cool beans, honestly I wish I was more like that. To me, nothing beats making a really messy diaper. Even better if you can make a lot of soft mush inside,” Ashley proudly proclaimed, easing Emma’s embarrassment. “I agree. Feeling my padding fill up all warm and heavy is quite an exotic and unique pleasure,” Emma smiled, invigorated by Ashley’s demeanor. “Indeed. After all, poop belongs in diapers,” Ashley comments. “Poop belongs in diapers huh? I like that,” Emma grins at the enticing idea. Convinced by Ashley, Emma bought the pamper-packers, just as Andy brought Ashley’s diaper pack for purchase. Afterwards the two new friends continued chatting a little while longer, until Ashley had to go change her diaper to start going home. Emma meanwhile added Ashley to her phone contacts, then texts Danny her location near some private changing stalls, so they can reunite. While waiting for Danny however, Emma begins to fidget. Her anus was now beginning to be besieged by a large load of poop begging to come out. She was ecstatic, ripping loud brassy farts from her padded butt without restraint. “Aaahh, that felt nice to let out. Smells very stinky too,” Emma giggled to herself, catching a whiff of her own gas. This was immediately followed by loud gurgling from her stomach, as she bent her knee slightly and let out more wet farts. Remaining in this bent stance, Emma begins pushing, “It’s time… to fill… my pampers… with a lot… of… of...” Emma struggled to put words together, overtaken by her intense emotions fueled by a thick brown log plopping out into her padding, swelling the seat of her pampers outward. The poop was thick and firm, pouring out slowly to coil up softly into a large warm pile in her diaper. Sensing her 1st thick log nearly out of her body, Emma involuntarily pushes the 2nd log out, aiming to dump all the shit she saved up into her diaper. Thus, her pampers continued expanding with a brown lumpy bulge, steadily overstimulating Emma’s senses. Her butt equally produced stinky farts a plenty, the gas unleashed alongside each plop of warm slimy thick logs of pure poop defining every lump and bump formed by her pampers. Feeling her shit spread everywhere, from over her buttocks to underneath her crotch; Emma’s bladder released a new wave of piss into her still soaked diaper, making the wet padding more soggy and yellow than before. Taking in more and more pee and poop was now taking its toll on the pampers, its waistband was pulled down by the weight until Emma’s butt crack was partially visible, yet the diaper still kept growing with every mounting waste without weakening or leaking. “P-p-p-poopies,” Emma moaned in ecstasy, pushing out the last log of poop into her bloated diaper. By now her pampers were so drenched and full that only the taping has retained its original color, the rest of the diaper was a mix of wet golden yellow and nasty dark brown. With one final plop and a subtle squish, the last log fully ejected from Emma’s butt, mingling itself with the huge mass of poop warm and snug within the pampers. Shortly afterwards, Emma’s pee had begun to slow into a light trickle just as the last farts blurted themselves out. “Aaaahhhh ha ha ha,” Emma sighs shakenly. Never has she pissed and shit her diaper this much before, let alone without having a massive blowout or just straight up snapping from the weight. Yet Emma stands with pampers carrying what felt like 2 or 3 pounds of poop and an entire gallon of pee. Intensely aroused, Emma embraces the urge to rub her diaper front and back, everything inside reacting to her actions by squelching softly at her. Her right hand feeling the many lumps representing the warm messy logs settled and conjoined together through the dirty padding. “Wow-wow. I've never seen you go all out in your diaper like that before,” A voice said nearby, a voice Emma recognized as Danny’s. She turned around to see him smiling at her, impressed by her little accident. “Wha? How long were you standing there?” Emma asked, smiling sheepishly while blushing profusely. “Shortly after you texted me, I turned left and walked past 3 booths until I found you. I was gonna get your attention, but then your pampers started swelling and turning brown. So I decided to wait and watch the show instead,” Danny answered, staring at Emma’s full diaper with the intent of photographing it with his phone. Emma giggled, this was the first time Danny had watched her use her diapers, let alone capturing her deed with pictures. So she decided to tease him a little. “Well, did you enjoy watching your cute girlfriend fill her diaper with lots and lots of warm stinky poopies?” Emma inquired Danny, showing off her brown bulging diaper at his flashing camera. Danny then approached Emma and wrapped his arms around her in a gentle embrace. “Yes, watching you pooping your diaper full was absolutely arousing. Plus you look even cuter when you're wearing a stinky dirty diaper,” Danny whispered into Emma’s ear, enticing excitement into her, “However, I’m afraid it's time that I get you changed.” Emma frowned, she wanted to wear her pampers a little while longer, with all her warm poopy logs snug and smushed inside. “Do I really have to Danny?” she asked. “I know you want to stay in your messy diaper, normally I wouldn’t mind. But it's nearly time to head home, and you need to change first before we leave or else we’ll get in serious trouble,” Danny explained. Emma didn’t want to admit it, but she knew he was correct. The pair had spent the entire day in the convention and now it was only an hour before the building closes. So Emma reluctantly nods to Danny in agreement, following him into one of the changing stalls to change her diaper. As Danny opens the diaper bag to extract wipes and a fresh diaper, Emma settles herself onto the changing table. Despite her cautious attempts, her pampers struggled to prevent a blowout as she sat down. Emma can hear and feel the contents of her full pampers squelch loudly, sending exhilaration up her spine as her warm poop squish and smush together with barely any room left. Laying down, Emma hears one of her pampers’ tapes finally snap from the stress. Then Danny approached bearing her diaper supplies, ready to change her. Seeing Emma laying down innocently with her bulging dirty diaper in open view, Danny felt bad for cutting her fun short. He fully admits to himself that watching Emma shit herself and play with her poopy diaper was a huge turn on, much like it was for Emma herself. To show his sympathy, Danny gently settled his hand on her pamper’s brown bulge, massaging the poop inside enough to make Emma pant softly. Still both knew she needs to be changed regardless, thus Emma silently nods at Danny while still panting, granting him permission to start undoing her pampers. While he had changed her diapers before, it took a whole 10 minutes to clean up Emma’s caked butt thoroughly due to the mass of stubborn brown waste acting like a thick paste. Danny, despite his struggling and continual wastage of cleaning supplies, remained focused and managed to get Emma fully sanitized and wrapped in a fresh clean diaper. After putting her jeans back on, Emma and Danny turned to the poopy diaper to strap it shut and throw it away. As they did, both noted how close the tortured padding was to tearing apart, seeing the structural damage done by the massive smushed pile of steaming stinky shit smothered inside. With the dirty pampers now in the trash alongside other used diapers, the couple left the stalls and followed the crowds once again, this time to the exits. Danny held Emma’s hand as they left the main hall, carrying all the novelties they gained from their experience. Heading outside, the pair viewed the start of an autumn sunset in the distance, filling the skies with beautiful colors. Finally separating from the crowds, Emma was aware that she wasn’t the only one crinkling as they walked. Quickly peeking at Danny’s waist, she found the recognizable puffy bulk of a diaper showing through his pants. Danny never wore diapers before now, so this discovery had Emma thinking up all sorts of interesting activities for the two of them. For now it was time to go home, as they arrived back at their car, loaded their things into the backseat, and buckled in themselves. “Thanks for bringing me here Danny, I had a ton of fun,” Emma told him. Danny agreed “Your welcome sweetie, I had fun too. We're definitely gonna make this a regular thing, starting with next year’s convention.” Emma smiled, thinking back on everything that she had experienced today. Her mental highlights include meeting and befriending Ashley along with the largest diaper pooping episode she had undertaken so far. The idea of the next fun stinky convention was something she definitely looked forward to as Danny pulled the car out of the parking lot and onward home. The End. Author's Note: My my, this took longer than I intended, but finally I have finished this story that had been in my mind for a long time. This was very challenging for me to type up in a coherent manner, but also very fun trying to wield this crazy idea into a believable setting. But regardless I hope everyone enjoyed the story and let me know if you wish such an convention like this actually existed for us to enjoy. I certainly would like to visit a real event like this. Have fun and the Emperor protects!

Hi everyone. This is my first official post on here. I have been dabbling around for a long time and I wanted to get into a fictional wetting and messing series. I know that some of you may not be the biggest messing fans but I will let you know when those parts will come up. This is all fictional. Small parts may be from real life scenarios I have had but all names will be made up. I hope you enjoy! Chapter 1: Introduction Rachel was a 19 year old girl enjoying her summer off between her freshman and sophomore years of college. Rachel went to school in the same state she grew up in and lived a little over an hour away. She was home for the summer, taking an online class two days a week, and working a part time job. She grew up in a well-off family, so she didn’t necessarily need to work her part time job, but she did anyways because she got to work with her best friend Jessica. Rachel was an average girl. 5’4”, 130 pounds, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, with an average build. 34C was her bra size and had the perfect booty, both in shape and size, and often referenced as peach emoji🍑, especially in a bikini or bathing suit. Rachel was a swimmer, so she was always at the pool. Her best friend Jessica was similar height 5’3” and weighed about 145 pounds. She was a little bigger than Rachel but not by much. She had light brown, almost red hair, hazel eyes, and had 36D size boobs. Jessica was a 3 sport athlete in high school, playing Soccer in the fall, Swimming during the winter, and softball in the spring. Though they both graduated in the same year, their birthdays were nearly an entire year apart. Rachel’s birthday was in early September, (September 7) so she was one of the first ones to celebrate her birthday. Jess on the other had, had a late August birthday. August 31 to be exact. Rachel and Jess became best friends by coincidence in middle school. Rachel had just moved to the small rural school a week before the start of 8th grade. Rachel was used to the hustle and bustle of Philadelphia. But here in rural Pennsylvania, was completely different. Rachel’s family moved into a decent size house in a moderately new neighborhood between Harrisburg and Philly. Rachel’s house was right on the edge of the new plan. Jessica’s house was in the older plan that sat along a main road that lead into town. To some it up, their backyards met together. Rachel and Jess both work at the local mall, which was about 15 minutes away. They worked in a popular shoe store and often saw their classmates stop in for the latest pair of shoes. At their job, they get to wear any sports jersey they want whether it is basketball, football, baseball, hockey, soccer, collegiate team, etc… and black leggings and shoes. 90% of the time, the girls would just find a pair of shoes they liked and wear them around the store while they were on the clock. On this particular late May day, Jessica was wearing a Phillies jersey, black and red J’s, solid black PINK brand leggings and a pink no show PINK brand thong underneath. If Jessica was wearing leggings, there was a 99% chance she was wearing a thong. Rachel on the other hand, wasn’t the biggest fan of thongs. She liked more traditional undies: cheekies and bikinis. Today, Rachel was wearing her best friends college soccer jersey, a pair of her own shoes, black Chuck Taylors, and a pair of black camo leggings from Gym Shark and light blue no-show cheeky panties from Aerie with a little bit of lace around the hip. Unfortunately for the girls, the restroom they had in the back of their store wasn’t working properly and the mall management locked the door and put a sign out it stating “OUT OF ORDER” in red and white lettering. Both Jessica and Rachel had decently strong bladders, but working for 8 1/2 hours, and being tempted by the Starbucks location next door, the girls usually had to pee at least twice during their shift. The only issue now is that the only other bathroom they had access to was the main mall bathroom, and that was located on the complete other side of the first floor of the mall. Both Rach and Jess started at 9 AM and would be off at 5:30 PM, each getting a half an hour lunch between 12:30 and 2, whenever they wanted to go. Rach thought “if I play my cards right, I’ll be able to pee before we open the store at 9:30, again during my lunch break, and before I leave to drive home.” Rachel and Jess both rode to work together today in Jessica’s car. She drives an older, silver Honda suv. Most of Jessica’s dashboard lights were on, but she ignored them because her car ran fine, especially for having nearly 250,000 miles on it. As the girls arrived at the mall entrance, Jess said “hey girl, we should go potty before we go to work. You know the bathroom is still down” “yeah that sounds like a good idea. I forgot to pee this morning before I left anyways” replied Rachel. So the girls both used the restroom as soon as they walked in and then headed to the store. It was a relatively slow day at the store, so the girls took turns running next door for Starbucks. Within an hour, Jessica could feel her bladder reaching capacity. Jess said “man I really wish they would fix our bathroom because this Starbucks is going right through me!” Jess laughed and Rachel responded “ewwww Jess I don’t need to know about your need to poop!” “I don’t have to poop silly! I have to pee though! I’m gonna try to hold it until 12:30 and go during my lunch break.” She looked down at her exercise watch and it read 11:57. 32 more minutes plus the 5 minute walk across the mall and she was able to finally pee. As time ticked past slowly and only 1 pair of shoes being sold, the time had finally came for Jess to go to lunch and take a Pee. Jess clocked out and made her way through the mall. She had to pee really bad and didn’t notice but her panties were a little wet. Not from being turned on, but from little unintentional leaks she had while at worked. As she walk into the bathroom stall and pulled down her pants and panties, she saw how wet her panties were. So wet infact they were noticeably darker. Jess was prone to a little leak here or there, but she hadn’t noticed it to be this bad before. Jess emptied her bladder on the toilet as she inspected her wet thong. She was no stranger to peeing herself, however, she was usually in her swimsuit. Jess had liked the feeling of being able to pee wherever she wanted in her swim wear whether it be on the pool deck at swim meets, in the pool during practice or at the end of her event, sun bathing in the backyard, or even sitting on the toilet before or after practice. There were times where her best friend Rachel even caught her peeing in her swimsuit and would make comments like “why not just Pee in the pool” or “just pull it to the side like a normal person would while they are on the toilet”. But Jess had never dared to purposefully pee in her underwear before, but seeing her leakage, she considered the possibility of trying it… alright that’s the end of Chapter 1. I really hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for following parts. Feel free to comment what you would like to see or any suggestions you may have!

I was roaming around on the internet and found this gif. His tumblr and Twitter are gone but his vimeo account is still up and I just made an account but don't know how to use it yet. Could you guys help me with this one

Classical Goddess Woman bestows onto us a golden love blessing in her pants. ❤️ I'm thankful. I don't know who the amateur model is, or when this potential custom was made. ClassicalGoddessWetting.mp4

So I tried to see if there was a Wet Green as there was a Grey, then Red, then Blue. I couldn't find one so I started this one. Now all the RGB colors are done. Green is a more uncommon color but I thought it should be done as I have a couple green items myself. Anyway here it goes!

So I’ve been interested in abdl for a really long time but just recently got over my fears about it and went all in! I got diapers, a onesie, the whole deal. It was such a euphoric experience that I spent my whole weekend diapered and even went to work for two days with one on (hidden under my tight onesie and under baggy cargo shorts.) I’m loving it, but then yesterday morning when I was doing laundry I suddenly got hit with an intense need to pee- I seriously thought I might pee my pants and for a second considered relieving myself in the trash can near me. I ran back upstairs to my apartment as fast as I could and had begun to wet myself as I came through the door- I made most of it in the toilet but it was definitely a weird and new thing. Aaaand I was also really excited when it happened 😬. I put a diaper on and spent the rest of the day and night diapered. Then this morning (literally a few hours ago) I was vacuuming and was hit by the intense need to go again, but this time it was even worse and I REALLY didn’t make it: I practically soaked my pants and the floor! I got to the bathroom and was crazy turned on by the experience. I came in like 10 seconds… soooooo is my body making up for lost time and just going all in? Has anyone every experienced this? I’m worried I’m legitimately losing continence… but also super excited by it 😖

View File Got drunk, then just.. kept.... peeing in this vintage Tena 😪 Came home from a night of drinking with friends whilst secretly wearing a diaper, managed to keep the diaper dry the whole time (but not without some extreme desperation as I got in). I then just kept topping up a shot glass of tequila all night until the wettings became almost uncontrollable. Honestly must have been about five pees in this diaper (I lost count) until it (and I) was just a sagging hot mess. Submitter padsndiapers Submitted 01/26/2023 Category Male  

Hello! I was just wondering if anyone had this video. I think it's Pissqueen, but I'm not sure. If anyone has a source or if it has been uploaded here before, I would appreciate it! Pissqueen Pizza girl wets - ThisVidcom.mp4