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  1. View File Rachel's Holiday Gift 1: Diaper Diaries Hello everyone, I noticed there haven't been very many uploads this week, and so I wanted to change this. Also I stumbled across a good collection of JAVs and wanted to share them with the community before I deleted most of them. I was downloading them blind and only like a couple of things from them, but I think there might be some fans out there, so here they are. This one is a very long epic diaper video. Which I live. The actress tries on a wide range of diapers (both cloth and disposable) with a wide range of outfits. Mostly in her room alone. Fans of ABDL JAV (which is rare) might recognize some segments from shorter clips. Definitely worth downloading if you are into diapers and looking for a full length JAV. As a thank you, please consider uploading some of the content you have squirreled away (especially bedwetting stuff which I love!). Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/22/2016 Category Female Wetting  
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    Hello everyone, I noticed there haven't been very many uploads this week, and so I wanted to change this. Also I stumbled across a good collection of JAVs and wanted to share them with the community before I deleted most of them. I was downloading them blind and only like a couple of things from them, but I think there might be some fans out there, so here they are. This one is a very long epic diaper video. Which I live. The actress tries on a wide range of diapers (both cloth and disposable) with a wide range of outfits. Mostly in her room alone. Fans of ABDL JAV (which is rare) might recognize some segments from shorter clips. Definitely worth downloading if you are into diapers and looking for a full length JAV. As a thank you, please consider uploading some of the content you have squirreled away (especially bedwetting stuff which I love!). Enjoy, Rach

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  3. Note: In the following post I refer to he and she, but that only implies common usage. Kindly read M/F, M/M, F/F and Solo or whichever assemblage pleases you. In addition, all parties are well above the age of consent. I cannot speak for all May – November Couplings; however, experiences with older women have educated me in the valuable skill of listening to what really pleases your elder partner. Her salacious management of your scenarios are not imperial directives (although they really are ;~p ) and they may stress the words 'never!' or 'unimaginable!'; yet realize their needs are made of mud and may be shaped accordingly. First, let the wiser and elder head lead the charge. No matter that the way is plain before you, let her or him think it is your first time. She will never forget you or the act that she introduced into your arsenal, for she knows you will please everyone who comes afterward because you were well taught - by her. You can do grossly inappropriate things with her (to her?) and get away with them simply by pleading innocence and being carried away by the lustful feelings she inspired in you. Later on in your relationship she may relent and tell you about her experiences with just these kinds of depredations. In order to highlight your lack of experience, make use of the innocent or even childish names for your sexual parts. She will furnish the names she thinks are suitable for the context of your play. Follow her lead and be a quick learner – amaze her, push her limits and your own. Dare her to do things as if she was a young thing. "Come on, we're almost in the house, you can do it now." Even if she continues to hold it in, she will love your dirty teasing. It's her anticipation you're fueling as well as your own. The erotic possibilities of fetish play with an older person are limitless. Role Playing, writing the script or screenplay are daylong extravaganzas couples can do on a regular basis; but also, a Young – Older pairing has a unique societal stability that buttresses our scene. Has anyone been blessed with a relationship like this? Please tell us how you fashioned the union. Have you included others in your "coven?" Sometimes cloaking omorashi within another ritual i.e. being skyclad, legitimizes the flow of urine by converting it to a sacrament. "Mmmm, don't you smell good Granny. . . is it from that big yellow stain on your sheet? " [from: Riding Hood's Granny and the Naughty Woodsman].
  4. Summer in San Francisco Chapter 1 Hello, Hello! This is the first story I've written in a long while and I hope you like it! I appreciate constructive criticism and feedback so please comment. This story does contain some age play themes (will not be the 'full on' ageplay though) and diapers (eventually) so if that bothers you, please move along. If it doesn't then enjoy! Adrian held the far end of a blue bottom sheet as he and his boyfriend stretched it over a double bed, letting it snap into place. They finished making the bed and David looked around approvingly. ‘You think she’ll like it?’ He asked, turning to Adrian. ‘She’ll love it.’ Adrian assured him, smiling. ‘I have to leave now to get her but we should be home by seven.’ ‘Drive safe.’ David replied, waving him off as Adrian went down the stairs and out the door. They were having a friend of Adrian’s staying with them for the summer while she works at the sea life conservation centre that Adrian worked at. She was only 18 and had just finished her first year of college but Adrian had known her since she was 7 and he was 15. They had lived in the same building and once Adrian was 15 he would watch Alex after school when her mom had to work. Now, 11 years later, he was like a parent to her so her mom thought it was okay for Alex to stay with Adrian and his boyfriend in California for the summer. At the airport Adrian was checking the incoming flights board and looking around for Alexandra in the crowds of people. He didn’t have to wait long before he saw the mop of curly black hair and blue and white back pack that belonged to her. ‘Ally!’ He called, waving to her. She looked up at the sound of her name and smiled, revealing a full set of braces. She picked up the pace as he strode forward and wrapped her in a hug. ‘Baby, it’s so good to see you!’ ‘Missed you.’ Came the reply, muffled by his shirt as she pressed her face into his stomach. He let her hold on for a little while longer and then he carefully pulled away, brushing the hair back off of her face. ‘I missed you too.’ He told her. ‘Now lets’ go get your luggage and get home. I bet you’re exhausted.’ She nodded and he put an arm around her shoulders, walking towards the baggage claim. ‘How was your flight?’ Adrian asked her. ‘It was okay.’ Alex replied, looking down at her hands nervously. It had been her first time flying and she hadn’t enjoyed it. ‘Just okay?’ He said, glancing down at her. He could tell right away that there was something that she wasn’t telling him about the flight. ‘Did anything bad happen?’ They reached the baggage claim just as he asked that and she froze and bit her lip, shrugging after a moment. ‘It was different.’ She told him, her voice small and maybe a bit shaky. ‘It got really bumpy and I was scared.’ ‘Oh, baby.’ Adrian said, giving her another hug. ‘I bet it was, but you did so well, doing it by yourself!’ Ally made a whimpering noise as she pressed her face into Adrian’s shirt again. ‘Can I do laundry when we get to your house? And shower?’ She asked, sniffling. ‘Of course.’ He said soothingly, rubbing her back. He knew right away what she meant; she’d had an accident on the plane. Ever since he’d met Ally she’d had accidents. Of course, that was more acceptable when you were seven versus eighteen but it didn’t surprise him. When he and David had decided that Ally would come and stay for the summer Adrian had promptly bought a plastic mattress cover and put it on the bed. David thought he was being ridiculous but Adrian had insisted. ‘Adrian, she’s 18.’ David had said. ‘She’s not going to wet her bed. She’s probably grown out of that by now.’ ‘Even if she hasn’t, having the sheet on the bed will maker feel better.’ Adrian had insisted. And that was the end of that conversation. Now, as he grabbed her bag and looked her over he was glad that he’d put the sheet on. She looked so young, with her messy hair, braces and freckles that it was hard to imagine that she’d grown out of her bedwetting problems. He changed the subject as they left the airport, telling her all about San Francisco, David and the place where she would be working for the summer. He loaded her bag into the back of his car as she got into the front seat, trying to stay awake. Adrian drove them home and the closer they got, the more nervous he noticed Alex getting. ‘Hey,’ He said, patting her knee. ‘Why do you look so freaked out, hm?’ ‘What if your boyfriend doesn’t like me?’ She blurted out, looking over at him anxiously. ‘He’s going to love you.’ He assured her. ‘He’s heard so much about you and he can’t wait to meet you.’ ‘Kay.’ Ally mumbled back, hugging her bag to her chest as she sunk a little further down in the seat. They pulled up to the house and Adrian parked, getting out and getting the suitcase out of the trunk while Ally slowly got out, looking around and taking in the house and the surrounding neighbourhood. ‘Come on, lets’ go inside.’ Adrian said, pulling the suitcase with one hand and putting his arm back around her shoulders with the other. He guided her up the steps and opened the door. ‘We’re home!’ He called as he held the door open for Ally to walk into the house. She walked in but stayed as close to Adrian as she could manage, when a stranger rounded the corner to the front hall she had to fight the urge to turn and hide her face in Adrian’s side. ‘You must be Ally!’ The stranger exclaimed, smiling at her. David had on a pair of loose jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He had recently taken his hair out of braids so it was in an afro but he’d pulled it back into a ponytail to keep it out of his face. He wore a pair of glasses and his teeth flashed brightly against his dark skin, he looked as unintimidating as possible but Ally still shrunk back against Adrian when she saw him. ‘Hi.’ She replied, waving shyly. David held out his hand for her to shake. ‘It’s very nice to meet you.’ He told her kindly as they shook hands. Adrian had told him that Alex was small but he hadn’t been prepared for just how young she looked. ‘Thank you for having me.’ She said, full of rehearsed politeness. He remembered Adrian saying something about Alex’s mom being strict on manners. ‘We’re so excited to have you.’ He replied honestly. Adrian stepped in from the door way and set Ally’s suitcase down. ‘Alright Al, lets’ go get you settled into your room.’ Adrian said, kicking off his shoes. She did the same with her converse and then followed him upstairs. David let them go, not wanting to overwhelm her. Besides, she probably missed Adrian like crazy. Adrian led her upstairs and down the hall to the spare room. ‘Here we are.’ He said as they entered the room. It was painted a light blue and the bed had a matching bedspread. The bed was tucked against the wall and there was a large dresser beside a big window. It wasn’t very big but it was functional. ‘This is your room.’ He told Alex, bringing the suitcase in and setting it against the wall. He made a point to call it her room, not wanting her to feel like a guest while she stayed with them. ‘I love it.’ She said, smiling and sitting down on the edge of the bed. Adrian didn’t miss the relieved look on her face when she heard the crinkle of the plastic sheet. He knew it would make her feel more comfortable. She always worried about wrecking the bed when she stayed over places. He sat beside her and she immediately cuddled into his side, closing her eyes. He tried to run his fingers through her hair but found that he couldn’t because of the state of her curls. They cuddled for a few minutes before he patted her side and sat her up. ‘Why don’t you give me those clothes to wash and I’ll put them in while you shower.’ He told her, standing up from the bed. Alex sighed but nodded, standing up from the bed and opening her backpack. She pulled out a teddy bear and then a plastic bag. ‘Thank you.’ He said, taking the bag of clothes. ‘After your shower, put your jammies on and bring me your comb; we have to do something about that hair, mija.’ Ally pulled a face but didn’t argue, she absolutely hated brushing out her hair but she tolerated Adrian and her mom doing it. Adrian gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before taking the bag downstairs to the laundry room. He was pulling the wet things out of the bag and tossing them into the washer when he heard David behind him. ‘Is she settling in okay?’ He asked. ‘And what are you doing?’ ‘Al had an accident on the plane.’ He explained, throwing in the wet jeans. ‘It was her first time flying.’ ‘Poor kid.’ David sighed. ‘I see, now, what you mean about her being so small.’ ‘Right?’ He said, smiling over his shoulder at him. ‘And those braces don’t help.’ ‘Why does she still have them?’ David asked curiously, handing Adrian the laundry detergent. ’18 is a little old for them, no?’ ‘She’s working on breaking the thumbsucking.’ Adrian admitted. ‘It set her back a bit, plus she didn’t get them on until she was 16.’ David nodded, watching as Adrian set the washing machine. ‘Should I make her something to eat?’ He asked, unsure of what to do with himself. Adrian checked his watch and nodded. ‘Maybe some bananas and peanut butter.’ He suggested. ‘I can do that.’ David agreed, eager to have something to do. He made up a plate of peanut butter and banana slices while Adrian washed his hands. Fifteen minutes later Alex came down the stairs, wearing a pair of purple pyjamas and holding a comb. ‘Perfect.’ Adrian smiled at her. ‘I’ll be right back.’ He hurried upstairs and came back with a bottle of hair oil and two hair ties. He sat on the couch and had Alex sit on the floor between his knees, her back against the couch so he could properly comb out her hair. ‘Would you like to watch something?’ He asked as David handed her her plate of bananas. ‘Thank you.’ She said, smiling at David shyly. ‘Yeah, I’ll watch whatever.’ David sat at the end of the couch and surfed for something to watch while Adrian started on Alex’s hair. ‘Alexandra, when was the last time you brushed your hair?’ He asked disapprovingly as the comb promptly got stuck in her hair. ‘Not long ago.’ She grumbled, wiggling uncomfortably as she was called out. ‘Mhm.’ Adrian clearly didn’t believe her. David settled on a documentary on sea turtles and Alex was instantly distracted. They sat quietly, Alex eating her bananas while Adrian worked on her hair and David watching his boyfriend curiously. Alex finished her plate and set it down, looping her right arm behind Adrian’s right calf and resting her cheek on his knee, completely transfixed by the documentary. David watched as Alex put her thumb into her mouth, only to have Adrian reach around and tap her hand. ‘No, Ally.’ He told her gently. She blushed and pulled it out of her mouth, wiping her thumb on her pyjamas. By the time he finished her hair, two incredibly long French braids, she was practically asleep against his knee. ‘Alright, es hora de ir a la cama, mija.’ Adrian said, putting his hands under her armpits to help her sit up. She yawned and stood up, rubbing her eyes. ‘Buenas noches.’ She mumbled, waving to them both and then heading upstairs for bed. ‘I didn’t know you could do braids like that.’ David said, moving so that he was laying with his head on Adrian’s lap. ‘That’s about as good as I can do.’ Adrian admitted, smiling to himself as he started to run his fingers through David’s fluffy hair. ‘If I don’t do something with it, it’ll turn into a rats nest.’ ‘I also didn’t know you could speak Spanish.’ David said, trying to sound casual and not like he was prying. He knew Adrian’s mother was half black and that his dad was Latino, but that was all he knew about Adrian’s father- since his boyfriend never told him anything else. He felt Adrian shrug, but the fingers in his hair didn’t stop. ‘I don’t speak it very well.’ He replied. ‘But Ally is most comfortable speaking Spanish, it’s what she and her mom speak at home.’ ‘Did you speak it when you met her?’ He asked. This was the closest he’d ever come to asking about Adrian’s dad. ‘No.’ Adrian said honestly. ‘I mean, I spoke some phrases but I picked those up at school.’ David nodded and didn’t ask any more questions. He didn’t want to seem like he was prying into Adrian’s life. They went to bed a little while later, Adrian checking on Ally before laying down with David. Thanks for reading! I haven't posted anything like this in a long while so if you spot any formatting errors, please let me know!
  5. About: WWE fan fiction. Contains age play, diapers/pull-ups, wetting, peeing, bedwetting, and a short self-play scene. Probably not safe for work. Ongoing/incomplete. Summary: Paige babysits some of her age-playing costars, starting with Sheamus. Chapter 1: The First Assignment Big brother Roman had a day-long acting seminar to attend, and couldn't bring Sheamus along, so he hired Miss Paige to look after him. Sheamus understood why he couldn't tag along, but he couldn't imagine why Roman thought he needed a babysitter. He was a big boy. But, he loved and admired the big guy more than anything, and Sheamus would never question anything he decided. So, he shot a few baskets in the driveway with Roman, and promised to be a good boy for Miss Paige. Big brother gave him a big bear hug, and left. Sheamus decided to wait outside for Miss Paige, even though it was already hot and humid, and it wasn't yet nine o'clock, the time his babysitter was due to arrive. He shot baskets by himself, and remembered to stay hydrated, having a bottle of water and a Powerade. The latter always made him quirky, and he was just about to head around behind the garage for a quick potty break when Miss Paige strolled up the driveway, looking pretty, but disheveled, as if she might have been up all night partying. “Good morning, Sheamus.” Her voice was tired, but cheerful. “Top o' the morning to ye, Miss Paige.” Sheamus made his Irish eyes smile. “Have you had breakfast? I've not; I've not even had my coffee,” Miss Paige declared dramatically. “We've got a pot on in the house. Big brother made it this morning. I can make you an egg sandwich, too! Come on inside!” Sheamus tugged eagerly at her hand, and Miss Paige followed him inside. In the kitchen, Sheamus proudly served Miss Paige coffee with milk and an egg sandwich from the machine. He drank a big cup of coffee, too. He'd forgotten he needed to go potty until he went to rinse the dishes before loading them in the dishwasher. The running water made him need to go potty very badly, and he had to hop from foot to foot while he completed the task. Miss Paige didn't notice; she was busy with her phone. Sheamus was too shy to interrupt her. Instead, he sat back down in the breakfast nook. Subtly, he tried to adjust the waistbands of his gray pants and black basketball shorts to make himself more comfortable. Both still felt terribly tight against his bladder. He had no problem telling the big guy when he needed to go potty (as he often did on pub nights), but he was shy around new people. Although he knew Miss Paige from work, this was the first time she was playing his stereotypical British nanny. Sheamus held on until he couldn't stand it anymore. Desperation forced him to ask for permission to be excused, but he still stumbled and fumbled with shyness and embarrassment until he weed a little in his pants and had to hold himself to keep the rest in. “Miss Paige? May I please be excused, Ma'am, please?” Miss Paige looked up from her phone and Sheamus blushed fifty shades of red, unable to stop squirming. Miss Paige chuckled a little. “Of course you may be excused, Shay.” “Thank you, Ma'am.” Sheamus hurried down the hall as fast as he could, but before he'd made it to the restroom, his poor bladder had had enough. A big gush of wee escaped, soaking his pants and cascading through his shorts to splash on the floor. He tried to stop, but could only slow the gush to a steady stream. He ran the rest of the way, leaving a wet trail in his wake. Another huge gush escaped just as he got in the restroom door, then another. He couldn't stop weeing! He yanked down his shorts, but his pants clung tight because there wasn't a dry spot left on them. He didn't have time to struggle with getting them down, so he just sat down on the toilet and kept weeing them. He felt very naughty. He thought he'd never stop weeing, but he did, of course. Guilt set in. He'd had an accident, a big one. Before he could think about how to tell Miss Paige, she was already there in the doorway, hands on hips. He couldn't look at her face. “Sheamus! You naughty boy! You've gone and weed everywhere and made a big mess!” She scolded. She sounded just like the nannies in the videos he watched sometimes. “I'm sorry, Ma'am.” Sheamus looked down at what he'd done. “I couldn't make it to the restroom, Ma'am.” “Clearly not,” Miss Paige said, coolly. “Well, off with those wet pants and into the shower with you!” Now her tone was almost the same as the big guy's when he comforted Sheamus after an accident; cheerful-like. “I'll bring you fresh clothes, then you can help me clean up your mess. Goodness, Shay, if you needed to wee so bad, why didn't you go to the loo earlier?” Sheamus couldn't answer that, and Miss Paige didn't wait for an answer. Maybe it was a rhetorical question. After she'd gone, closing the door behind her, Sheamus stood up and lowered his little gray pants. He discovered there was a dry area, the back of the waistband. His mickey had been a little hard during his accident, but Miss Paige's arrival made it go away; his mickey was just as shy around new people as he was. Sheamus showered and wrapped a towel around his hips. He put the wet clothes in the shower and began rinsing them. There was a knock at the door. Miss Paige. “Shay, are you decent?” “Yes, Ma'am,” Sheamus replied. Miss Paige came in, carefully stepping around the wee. In her arms were fresh clothes, but all he saw was what was on top. A pull-up. “It seems as though you're not yet ready for your big boy pants.” She handed him the clothes and diaper. It was the same thing big brother sometimes said when handing Sheamus a pull-up. So, he replied politely, “I guess not, Ma'am.” “Put on your nappy and your clothes and get to work cleaning this loo. The mop and bucket are out in the hall. I've already mopped up the hall for you.” “Thank you, Ma'am.” “Next time, don't wait so long. I'll be down in the game room. Roman told me you're quite the pool player. After you're done, come join me, we'll play best two out of three.” Sheamus smiled. When Miss Paige left, he stepped into the pull-up. They had been specially-ordered for him by big brother, featured a cartoon version of young Anakin Skywalker from The Phantom Menace. The big guy thought they were “cute, but not absorbent enough”; this he'd remarked to Sheamus after waking up in a wet spot because the pull-up had leaked. Sheamus pulled on the rest of his clothes, khaki cargo shorts, and a blue and white striped American Eagle polo. He cleaned up the restroom (what the big guy called it), or loo (what Miss Paige called it), really well, and put the mop and bucket away. He rinsed out his pants and shorts and hung them over the shower door handle, like big brother usually did for him. Sometimes, with Roman, he would leave his wet pants on, because they would play. Mostly on pub nights, when big brother limited Sheamus' access to the restroom, and Sheamus had recently noticed, his own. But, no such fun with Miss Paige, though he was having fun with her, it was in a different way. Sheamus adored the game room, and billiards, he could beat the big guy half the time, and when they played doubles as a team, they were undefeated. He hurried downstairs where Miss Paige had already racked up the balls on the table, and selected a cue from the rack of many. Not the pink and black one girls usually picked, but a simple varnished wood number, probably decades older than both of them. She was behind the wet bar, pulling out a can of pop from the fridge. “Do you want a pop, Shay?” “Yes, please, Ma'am.” “Mountain Dew okay? You don't seem to have anything else.” “Dew's fine, Ma'am.” Sheamus got the tall glasses, and added ice. He found the straws while Miss Paige added the pop. “Thank you, you're quite helpful and polite,” she praised, and smiled. “Not like some of the bloody brats I have to deal with sometimes.” Sheamus giggled. “Pains in your arse, eh?” Miss Paige laughed, then lightly scolded him for his language. She handed him his glass. “Do you want to break?” “Are you sure you want to give me control of the table, Ma'am? I can run it.” “Well, you've got to have control of something. Let's see you give it a go. All you boys talk so big.” Miss Paige removed her cue from the table and took a seat on one of the bar stools near the table. Sheamus rubbed chalk on his cue; black and silver, embellished with shamrocks for luck. He placed the cue ball, and did his deadly break. Two solids went in, and he proceeded to run the table, straight down to the eight. “Well done, Shay!” Miss Paige patted him on the back. “I hope I can do the same.” Sheamus racked up the balls as Miss Paige considered the table. Then, he sat down to drink his soda and watch her play. She was good. She sunk four balls before finding herself without another shot, except to make things more difficult for her opponent. But Sheamus managed to put down three of his own balls, stripes this time, before turning the table back over to his babysitter and opponent. She considered each shot carefully before calling it, and before Sheamus knew it, she was saying “Eight, corner pocket”, and she'd defeated him. She was a graceful winner, and he was a graceful loser. He offered her a refill of Dew, which she declined. He refilled his while she racked the balls. He wondered if he could run the table again; he'd done it before, while practicing, at pubs, and at parties. He was a very keen player, unless he'd had too much to drink. No such thing as drinking too much pop, and he was able to repeat his trick. Miss Paige was delighted, Sheamus proud. “Did Roman ever get around to having a loo put in down here?” Miss Paige asked. “No Ma'am. Just got the area walled off so far. You'll have to use the one upstairs, or the one out in the pool house.” “I'll go upstairs. I have to see how well you cleaned up, anyhow.” Miss Paige headed upstairs. Sheamus tended to the used glasses. Again, the running water reminded him he needed to go potty; there was too such as thing as drinking too much pop. He held himself, and hurried out the patio doors towards the pool house gate. It was locked. He wasn't sure if he could make it all the way to the restroom upstairs in the house, so he decided to go potty in the bushes. It felt amazingly awesome to do that; he was a bad boy. Sometimes he and big brother went potty in the yard, but never in the bushes by the pool house gate; the area was in clear view of the house. And, Miss Paige had seen him, khakis down around his ankles, pull up down around his thighs. She didn't look mad, so he played it off by being cute. “I'm sorry, Ma'am. I was trying to get to the pool house, but the gate was locked, and I had to wee so badly I just had to go right there.” “You drank way too much pop, Shay.” Sheamus nodded, and looked down at his feet. “Is your nappy still dry?” “Yes, Ma'am.” “Let me check.” Sheamus undid his shorts, and let them drop. He pulled up the front of his shirt. “When I wet, the stars around Ani go away,” he explained. “And he's still got all his stars!” Miss Paige declared. “Good boy, Shay. I hope you can continue to stay dry.” “I'll do my best, Ma'am.” “Good. Now how about a little lunch?” Sheamus was all for that. Like any other little boy, his body clock was set on noon for lunch. He helped Miss Paige prepare a nice, hot-day lunch: a salad of mixed greens, avocado, chopped hard-boiled eggs, and chunks of grilled chicken breast tossed with a mild dressing; and for dessert, red jello with Dream Whip on top. Miss Paige had set four bottles of water at his place in the dining nook, and Sheamus wondered if he should drink them all, or if she would make him drink them all. She had apparently read his thoughts. “You need to flush out all that caffeine, love.” “Shall I drink them all, Ma'am?” “Just as much as you can. More is better, though.” During lunch, Sheamus drank all four bottles of water, and after lunch, he immediately asked to be excused. Miss Paige gave him permission right away. Sometimes big brother made him wait. After the dishes were dealt with, Miss Paige announced it was nap time, and told Sheamus to go pick out a book. He chose “Where the Wild Things Are” and climbed under his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sheets wearing only his pull up, hugging his stuffed puppy, Clover. Miss Paige settled on the edge of the bed to read. Not long into the story, Sheamus began to wiggle and squirm. He needed to go potty yet again, and couldn't get comfortable. Miss Paige stopped reading. “Do you need to visit the loo again?” Sheamus blushed. “Yes, Ma'am,” he admitted. “Well, go, hurry up! Don't wee in your nappy!” “I won't, Ma'am!” Sheamus hurried to the toilet. When he came back, Miss Paige picked up the story right where she'd left off. Long before the story was over, Sheamus was asleep. He awoke from his nap with a heavy, swollen, pull up. It had leaked, too, of course, even if they were marketed to adults, they clearly weren't made for bladders of his size. He was laying in a puddle made possible by his mattress protector. He wasn't surprised he'd wet the bed; he'd had so much to drink that morning and at lunch. And, he'd been having a dream he was weeing, which usually meant he really was weeing, in his sleep. As always when he woke up wet, his mickey was hard and poking out of the waistband of his sopping pull up. He still needed to wee, but he felt he needed to make squirties first. He knew it wouldn't take long, Miss Paige wouldn't catch him. Four or five quick pulls on his mickey, and Sheamus made squirties all over the turtle crew in a convulsion, whimpering helplessly in the back of his throat. As he lay there recovering, his bursting bladder on temporary shut down, there was a knock at the door. Quickly, Sheamus pulled the sheets back over himself and feigned waking up just as Miss Paige came in. “Shay! You naughty boy! You were supposed to keep your nappy dry. Just look at you! You're not dry, and you've gone and weed your bed, too!” She scolded. “You shall wash those sheets and hang them out in the yard.” Sheamus was squirming. His need to go potty had again become very urgent. He was already soaked and laying in a puddle. It was so hard to not wet the bed again. “Do you still need to wee?” “Yes, Ma'am.” “Take off your wet nappy before you go to the loo. And take a shower, too.” Sheamus struggled to get the pull up down, and hold himself at the same time. Wee squirted from his mickey, and joined the puddle in the bed. He had to hold himself to stop. “I'm not going to make it, Ma'am!” He rocked back and forth on the edge of the bed, trying to regain any level of control. “Here, quick, use your potty.” Miss Paige retrieved it from the corner, and placed it in front of him. Sheamus quickly slid to the floor just as his bladder exploded. Kneeling, he filled his green potty, feeling the swelling in his tummy recede. “My, you really did need a wee! Good job using your potty this time, rather than in your bed.” Sheamus made a proud face at the almost-full potty. “Thank you, Ma'am. I'll clean up my mess and hang my sheets like you said to.” “Good boy. Roman called when you were asleep. He's on his way back.” That made Sheamus even happier. He'd had a fun day with Miss Paige, but there was no one better than the big guy.
  6. Hey everyone, so a random update for you. I've been getting some success in selling off my dirty panties, and did another little photoshoot the other day. I also put on my favorite cloth diaper (one I had custom made on Etsy and which I've not told anyone about!), and wanted to share the pictures with you all! So here they are! They look a little lumpy but they feel so soft.
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  8. View File Summer Diaper Clips Here is a collection I've been holding onto for a while. Most of these are form Tumblr, and well it's a random grab bag of diaper and pullup videos. And for those of you who were looking for black pullup videos, there are at least two in this collection! More to come soon, I've got some cute Japanese Diaper videos to share soon too. ***warning: some of them contain nudity and one contains diaper sex (but it's super cute)*** Enjoy! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 06/28/2016 Category Female Diaper Play & Wetting  
  9. So decided to jump on board with the Valentine's Day theme. Just didn't get it done in time for Valentine's Day. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………... “Please don’t make me beg.” The red headed woman said. “But we had plans!” Emily said. “It’s Valentines Day! I’m going out with my wife.” “You know I haven’t had a single night alone with him since Izzy was born. Please! I would have gotten a sitter if I knew, but he wanted it to be a surprise.” Misty said. “Let me guess. Ash thought it wouldn’t be a big deal to spring this on us at the last minute? Anna! Back me up here! Anna?” Emily sighed as she turned to find her wife, utterly oblivious to the situation. “Wee! Wee!” Anna said, as she lifted the one-year-old baby girl in the air, much to the baby’s delight, as it squealed and giggled with glee. “Anna!” Emily said. “What?” She asked, without turning her attention away from the newest addition to the family. “Misty wants us to babysit tonight.” “Oh, you here that, Izzy? It’s just the three of us tonight!” “Anna! It’s Valentines Day! We both took the night off to be together.” Emily said. Anna’s eyes widened as the light inside clicked. She looked from the baby, then back to Emily and Misty. “Please!” Misty begged, as she folded her hands in prayer. “We can always go out anther night, Em.” Anna said, as she bounced Izzy on her knee. “But…but…” Emily let out a sigh of defeat. “Fine.” She mumbled, before a pair of arms was thrust around her and she found herself suffocating in a pair of her sister-in-laws- breasts. Times like these she hated being so short. “Misty! Can’t breathe!” Emily said, poking the woman’s shoulder. “Thank you! You have no idea what this means to me! When you two have kids I’ll totally babysit for you.” Misty said. “You’re the best sister-in-law ever!” “Hey, I thought I was your favorite.” Anna said, a fake pout formed on her lips. Emily’s head reeled as Anna and Misty talked about Izzy’s routine. Her? Have kids? With Anna? Her face flushed at the idea. She stole a glance at her wife, who was busy blowing raspberries on Izzy’s tummy. Anna was the one who liked kids. Emily…not so much. They cried; they were too loud; they threw up on everything. Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud baby shrieks and wails. See? Happy one minute, and on a rampage the next. “What’s the matter, baby girl?” Anna asked. Her question was only met by louder shrieks. Emily sighed and joined the others in the living room while trying to hide her disappointment. She had really been looking forward to this evening. The two of them had been so busy with the company it seemed they hardly spent any time with each other outside of work. They hadn’t even gone on a honeymoon yet. “Here, let me take her. She’s probably hungry.” Misty said, scooping the wailing infant in her arms, before taking the seat next to Emily. Great, Emily thought. She was starting to get a headache from all the noise. “Anyone care if I feed her here?” “Go for it.” Anna said. Anna smirked as she watched Emily’s expression, as Misty lifted up her shirt and coaxed the baby on. Emily could feel her face turning red under Anna’s knowing gaze, as she pretended to be interested in anything other than what was happening mere inches to her right. At least the baby had stopped crying, she thought with a sigh. “That’s my girl, drink up. Mommy loves you.” Misty cooed to suckling infant. Emily bit her lip, as she met her own mommy’s gaze. Anna winked at her and mouthed the word later. This was all the regressions fault, Emily thought. What a strange side effect. She had always put up such a fight with Anna when they had been dating, when in reality, she had eaten the attention up. Once Izzy had been born, it had been obvious. Jealousy had given her away in the end. How sad was she? Being jealous of an actual baby. Emily felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She pulled it out and gulped as the senders name flashed across the screen. Anna grinned and stuck her phone back on the coffee table. Your turn will come, baby girl. Emily sighed. It just wouldn’t be tonight. “…There’s a bottle for her in the fridge, give it to her around six, and put her down around eight. We’re trying to put her on a schedule.” Misty said, naming off task after task. “We’ll be fine,” Anna said. “She’s down for the count in her bassinet. Maybe we’ll even get lucky enough, and she’ll just sleep all night while you’re gone.” Misty snorted. “Don’t get your hopes up. Diapers and supplies are in the nursery, there’s pacifiers in top drawer…” “They’ll be fine.” Ash said trying to pull his wife out by the arm. “And keep those Eevee’s away from her!” “Have fun you two!” Anna said with a wave as Ash and Misty left. “Should have been us.” Emily mumbled. “Shush, you, we can still have a good time.” Anna said, coming up from behind as she wrapped her arms around Emily’s chest. Emily smiled in contentment as she leaned back into Anna’s body. She was powerless against her backward hugs. “We can still have a little fun while she’s sleeping.” Anna led her by the hand to the couch in the living room. She sat down first and pulled Emily on top of her. Emily smiled and rested the side of her head against Anna’s chest as she listened to her heartbeat. It was her favorite place to be, cuddled up on the couch wrapped in Anna’s arms. “Mmm,” Emily mumbled as Anna rubbed her back. She could feel all her frustrations and insecurities melting away by the second. “Are you going to sit there all night, or are you going to kiss me?” Anna asked using the palm of her hand to sweep back Emily’s long, black bangs from her face. “Eventually.” Emily mumbled into her chest, eyes still closed. “Is my little girl too tired to play? Maybe I should just put you down for a nap instead.” Anna teased. Emily’s green eyes sprung open. “There she is.” She lifted her head up as their mouths met at the half way mark. How had she lasted those two years without her? Every simple kiss and touch reminded Emily she was happy- even if she was stuck at home on Valentine’s Day on diaper patrol. As long as Anna was by her side, she didn’t care where they were. Their kisses changed from quick and simple to long and passionate as they said what was on their minds without needing to speak. Anna was the first to break apart only to lay Emily down flat on the couch. Anna’s hungry blue eyes sized her up before continuing where she left off. She wanted nothing more than to take her up to their room, but they were both ready here and now. Anna was halfway out of her pants when the baby started crying, “I’m sorry,” Anna said as she gave Emily one last quick kiss on the lips before getting up. Emily let out an exasperated sigh. All worked up and nowhere to go. How much time had they gotten? She checked her phone. 20 minutes. This was going to be a long night. “Would you mind giving Izzy her bottle while I start on dinner?” Anna asked, re-appearing from the kitchen five minutes later with a now calmed baby in one arm and a bottle in the other. “Sure,” Emily said as the baby was deposited in her outstretched arms. “Mood killer.” She whispered to the baby. Izzy smiled and cooed reaching out for her bottle. “I just can’t stay mad at that smile. You’re lucky you’re cute.” She hummed as she watched Izzy suck down the bottle. “You sure were hungry; no wonder you were crying.” She looked around for her blanket, but it was nowhere in sight. “Please don’t make me regret this.” Emily mumbled as she picked Izzy up and put her on her shoulder. She patted her back a few times. “Baby burp, not baby barf.” She chanted. The cool liquid running down her shirt told her she lost. Why did she always have to tempt fate and play baby roulette? “Anna! I’m going upstairs to change!” Emily called from the bottom of the stairs. “Did you lose again? Didn’t you learn your lesson the last time?” Anna yelled back. “Mind changing her while you’re up there?” Emily stuck a finger in her onesie while she walked up the stairs. “You are soaked, little missy.” Izzy beamed with pride. “Let’s get you changed before you pee on me too.” Emily headed to the nursery and set her down on the large changing table. They had spared no expense on this child. Top of the line furniture was scattered throughout the room. “You sure are spoiled, you know that?” The little red head cooed in agreement. “Thank you for saving the mess for, Anna. We talked about this, remember? You poop after I change you, that way it’ll be her turn.” Izzy blew a raspberry in response. Emily took it as an agreement. “Oh, I see how it is. You’re tag teaming me.” Anna said from the doorway. “And here I had something for you.” Emily noticed the disposable in her hand and a smile crept across her face. “You sure have changed from the girl I watched over in the hospital.” Anna giggled. “Well, it’s different when you have to wear them.” Emily said with a blush while she finished up with Izzy. “Or when it was your aunt.” “You couldn’t even pee in the forest with me around.” Anna said scooping up Izzy and setting her down in her crib. She looked from Emily to the changing table. Emily followed her gaze. “N-no, you can’t be serious! I’ll break it!” Emily said. She took a step back as Anna approached. “How would we explain that to Misty?” “Sorry, my wife has a kink from being regressed as a child.” Anna said with a grin. “Oh, yeah? Just me? And you aren’t into playing mommy in the slightest?” Emily prodded. “Arms up, little one. You smell like baby barf.” Anna said. Emily raised her arms and let Anna take off her shirt. “Just helping to set the mood.” Anna knelt down and un-clasped Emily’s shorts before inching them down ever so slowly on purpose. Emily stole a worried glance over to Izzy. She was getting older. How long could they keep playing in front of her? The baby was currently pre-occupied sucking on her own toes. They’d be fine for a little while longer. Anna patted the table once Emily had been stripped naked. Emily turned her back to the table, jumped, and tried to hoist herself up with her hands, but after three failed attempts, Anna had to help her the rest of the way. “See, it’s fine, it’s not going to break.” Anna said, trying her best to hide her grin. Just because it held her, didn’t mean it fit her. The sight was downright comical. “This isn’t going to work.” Emily said, body spread-eagled over the dresser. “You’re right; it’s not. I just wanted to see what you looked like.” Anna said. She offered her a hand up. Emily let out a squeal when Anna picked her up and set her on the floor. It always took her by surprise just how strong Anna was. She made a mental note to join her in the gym next time. “Hey, wait a minute! That’s not the pull-up kind!” Emily said, watching Anna un-tape it. “No, it’s not.” “But…you know I feel about…you know.” Emily said with a blush. She didn’t want to re-enact the circumstances that had brought them together. Wearing them was one thing; using them was something entirely different. “I won’t force you, Em. I’ll take it off for you if you ask me too.” Emily breathed a sigh of relief. Anna understood what she wanted. She wanted to be cuddled, and loved on, and held. She didn’t want to do that. There were limits to how far she was willing to take this, and they were still exploring those boundaries. “You ready?” Emily nodded and raised her hips off the ground so Anna could slide it under her. She loved the way it crinkled. It was strange how something so negative to her had turned to into this. They assumed it had something to do with learning the truth about her past. Emily grinned in anticipation as Anna squirted baby oil in her hands. It was an unnecessary step, seeing as how the diapers were never used, but Emily loved the way Anna’s gentle hands caressed her skin. They locked eyes, and smiled, before she closed them as Anna began to massage her thighs and bottom. She took her time in order to cover every inch of skin and then some. Up and down her hands went, with Emily turning to putty with every stroke. Then came the baby powder; it’s calming scent relaxing her into an even deeper trance. All too soon it was over though, and the diaper was taped into place. It crinkled even more than the pull on did, Emily realized as she sat up. She rubbed up and down and listened to the plastic sing in response. She smiled, despite the fact that it reminded her of being in the hospital those years ago. It felt even better against her skin, hugging her tight in all the right places. “You like it?” Anna asked, already knowing the answer. She frowned in concern watching Emily’s eyes mist over. “What is it?” “Am I weird, for liking this?” Emily asked. “Very, but I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Anna said wrapping her arms around her partner. “Nothing about the two of us is normal, is there?” After picking up the fussy infant, who had begun banging on the bars of her crib, the trio made their way down stairs. Emily, now in a fresh t-shirt and diaper, sat with Izzy in her playpen. She would build a tower of blocks, and Izzy would knock them down with a giggle. Soon Izzy became more interested it eating the blocks than playing with them. She giggled and clapped her hands when Emily began making faces. After a few rounds, Izzy stopped laughing and scrunched up her face. “Are you making faces too?” Emily asked, but groaned when she recognized it. “Party pooper.” Izzy’s scrunched up race turned bright red, before it relaxed and a look of utter tranquility washed over her. She squealed and clapped her hands when she was finished as a way of saying, “I’m good now, let’s keep playing!” “Oh, Anna Oak!” Emily yelled towards the kitchen. “Yes?” Anna said, coming into the living room before she paused to sniff the air. “Alright, which one of you did it” Emily pointed to Izzy, only for Izzy to point back at Emily. “Emily, it was you?” Anna asked in fake disbelief. “Traitor.” Emily said as Izzy giggled. She blushed as Anna opened up the back of her diaper. “Nope, not Emily. Hmm, It wasn’t me, and it wasn’t Emily, that only leaves one other person.” Anna said as she attacked the baby with tickles as Izzy squealed. “Alright, stinky butt, let’s go get you cleaned up. Finish dinner for me while I take care of this one? Unless you want to trade.” Anna said holding out the fragrant infant. “That’s all you.” Emily said, fanning her nose. She stepped out the playpen and finished stirring the pasta. By the time Anna returned with a fresh and clean baby, Emily had already set the table and scooped up two and a half servings of spaghetti. “Should I give her sauce? It’s going to end up everywhere.” “It would be cute.” Anna said, setting the baby down in the highchair. “But we’d also be spending the whole night cleaning the kitchen.” Emily pointed out. “Let’s just stick with noodles.” No sooner had she set the plastic plate on the high chair, little fists grabbed handfuls of pasta, and began wearing it. “No sauce.” Anna agreed. She poured two glasses of white wine and set them down on the table. “Sorry we couldn’t go out tonight.” “As long as I’m with you.” Emily said, taking a sip. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “She’s finally asleep.” Anna whispered as she closed the door to the nursery. It had been next to impossible to put her down for the night, but somehow Anna had managed. She really had a way with kids of all ages, at least when her temper was under control. “I don’t get why Misty doesn’t just use her Jigglypuff.” Emily said. The former gym leader had had no problems using it on Emily when she had refused to go to sleep as a kid. “She doesn’t want her babies face covered in marker.” Anna said, taking her by the hand and leading her back downstairs. “They won’t be back for another two hours. Care to pick up where we left off?” “I’m going to grab something to drink first.” Emily said as she tried to make her way to the kitchen, before Anna grabbed her wrist. “Wait here, I’ll get it.” Something about the way her eyes shone filled Emily with a nervous excitement. Her face flushed when Anna returned with one of Izzy’s bottles. Anna stopped and took in Emily’s expression. “Is this okay, or is it too far?” “It’s…okay.” Emily said with an embarrassed smile. Other than diapers, they hadn’t really introduced baby paraphernalia. It seemed a little backwards that they had started with diapers, but given Emily’s history, she had already been used to it. The only thing she had really wanted out of all this was the affection. Anna had looked it up on the computer, and showed Emily the results after she had come clean with her feelings a few months ago. The first thing Emily had done was put her foot down to spanking and Anna agreed. She didn’t think she could hit her even if she asked her to. Anna liked to tease her a bit. She thought it was cute when Emily got embarrassed, but she wasn’t out to humiliate her. Either one of them could say no at any time if it was too much. “Come here, baby girl.” Anna said patting her lap. Emily smiled, still feeling a bit hesitant before getting situated in Anna’s lap. “There we go.” Anna said, as Emily rested her head in her favorite position. “Open up.” “That’s not…?” Emily said, before her words were silenced by the rubber nipple. “No, it’s just milk.” With her worries put to rest, Emily closed her eyes and sucked. It was a bit awkward at first, but being held and cooed at by Anna was everything she had hoped. She loved the way Anna ran her fingers through her hair, and the way she called her her, baby girl. This moment would be perfect if it wasn’t for the fact she had to pee. The two glasses of wine had already moved through her. She wanted to enjoy this for as long as she could, so she tried to put it off. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, shuffled her feet, and bent her toes. “Something the matter, baby girl?” Anna asked. ”You haven’t asked to go potty all night. Are you wet?” She asked, patting the front of her diaper. Anna smiled as she watched Emily’s face turn red. She was so fun to tease, and she knew that dance all too well. “Do you want me to take you potty?” Emily shook her head; she didn’t want to get up yet. Anna patted her diaper again and let her be. She waited until she finished her bottle, whispering to her all along the way. Emily debated what to do, if she got up it would be the end of their play. Tapes weren’t like the pull on kind. If she took it off, she couldn’t put it back on. It would be pointless to ask Anna to put her in another; Ash and Misty would be back in the hour. She’d just have to hold it and try to enjoy the rest of their evening before it was time to put everything away. She tightened her grip around Anna’s chest and squeezed her legs together as much as she could. “What’s wrong? Don’t want to get up?” Anna asked, sliding her fingers through Emily’s hair. Emily nodded her head, locking eyes with her. “It’s okay if you want to use it.” Anna whispered. “I don’t want you to get up either.” “But…” Emily started to say, but was silenced by Anna’s finger on her lips. “You want some help?” Emily thought about it for a moment, before hiding her face and nodding. “Shh, it’s okay. Just relax.” Anna took her hand and ever so slowly traced her fingers up and down the front of her diaper. Emily fidgeted as she clenched her eyes shut. “Now doesn’t this bring back memories? I promise it won’t hurt this time.” Anna said, hand still rubbing down the front. Emily peeked her head out and locked eyes with her. “Go pee, baby girl.” Emily blushed bright red as she held her self still. She kept her eyes on Anna, who smiled wide and held her palm still against her diaper in waiting. Emily held Anna’s palm tighter against herself as she let go. Anna could feel the diaper growing warm and expanding. A hand down the front of Anna’s pants revealed Emily wasn’t the only one who enjoyed playing baby. “I love you, baby girl.” “I love you too.” “What’s that smile for? It’s awfully suspicious.” “Oh nothing,” Emily said as she rested against Anna’s chest with a wide smile on her face. “Do you want kids?” She asked after a few quiet minutes. “It would be nice, eventually, but for now, I think I’d like to have this little girl all to myself for a little while longer.” Anna said, before kissing the top of her head. …………………………………………………………………………………………………. “Thank you, Ash. Dinner was great.” Misty said as they walked up the long stone path that led to the house. “It was nice to have a normal night out. Your sister may never forgive you though.” “Huh, what are you talking about?” Ash asked. “Your sister had plans tonight with Anna and had to give them up to babysit. You really should think of others, you know.” “But Emily was the one who made the reservations for us, she even called this morning to make sure it was still in place. Are you sure it wasn’t Anna who was upset?” Ash asked as they opened the front door. Misty paused for a moment as she took in the scene. “Wait outside.” Misty said shoving him back out. “Hey, wait, why?” Ash asked before getting the door closed on him. “I’ll tell you when you can come back.” She said, before approaching the two sleeping figures on the couch. She stood over them for a moment looking from Anna to Emily, who was sprawled out on top of her, a yellow stained diaper on full display. “You little manipulator.” Misty said under her breath, before shaking her head. She wasn’t even going to ask what they had been doing. “Anna, hey Anna, we’re back.” She whispered shaking her shoulder. Anna mumbled something under her breath before slowly opening her eyes. “Hey. What time is it?” “Time for you to take her upstairs and put some normal clothes on.” Misty said. She caught one of Izzy’s empty baby bottles on the coffee table. “Did you…were you two… was this my…?” “N-no!” Anna said as the memories flooded back. “Regular milk! I swear!” “I’m not even going to ask. I had Ash wait outside.” “Emily, wake up!” Anna said shaking her. “What is it, mommy?” Emily mumbled without opening her eyes. Anna’s face darkened in a deep blush as Misty covered her mouth while she laughed. “Misty’s here! Wake up! Go get dressed!” Anna hissed. Emily sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes before the scene before her sunk in. She looked down at herself, before letting out a startled, “eep!” She jumped off the couch and scurried up the stairs. “So…mommy, huh?” Misty asked with a smirk as Anna hid her face in her hands. “Sorry, but I’m only paying you for watching one baby tonight.”
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  11. File Name: Japanese Diaper Blog Posts II File Submitter: rachelkirwan File Submitted: 05 Feb 2016 File Category: Female Diaper Play & Wetting More from the Japanese diaper blog http://blog.livedoor.jp/micheal8823-diaperlover/ for those following this blog, I will upload good videos from it periodically. Lots of diapers, pullups, school girls, age play and all that good stuff. Some are full 6 minute clips with story lines (to some extent) and others a little slices of the lives of diaper girls. Enjoy. Rach Click here to download this file
  12. I wasn't entirely sure if this should be In General Discussion or the DL thread, but as its more about a reawakening of ideas rather than just diapers, I thought this was more appropriate. I am trying to make a conversation about changing my thoughts more so than changing my diaper. As many people on here who have read any of my posts would know, I have made many references over time to myself enjoying being a "little." I've made no secret of the fact that I love to age play, and regress to my preferred age range of 9-12 years old. I love being that kid who trys to hold on for too long, and ends up having an accident in my pants. I also frequently discuss diapers, and my enjoyment from wearing and using them on the rare occasions that I get to indulge. Regular viewers may also have noticed that I've been very active on the site over the past 2 weeks. This is because I've not only been on holidays, but my family has been away, and so I've had the rare chance to buy good quality diapers, and wear openly as much as I've wanted to. On top of this, instead of just having the basic cheaper store brands like Depends, I was also able to get some Molicares to play with, and I am now a real convert to good nappies. Usually on the rare occasions that I buy diapers its Depends, and time and privacy is rare, so I'll quickly put one on, use it in my little mindset then dispose of it quickly. I've always just used them as a tool to try and help me feel little, and rarely just for fun. But by wearing not quite 24/7, but for a portion of the day for 5 days straight, I have come to the conclusion that I am probably more of a DL than a little. It's not just in diapers either. I've wet my pants, shorts, boxers, briefs and onesie, some multiple times. I've done a fair bit of regression play this week, but for the most part I've just enjoyed wearing and using for the sake of it. It's been just so nice to walk around my house and yard in nothing but a nappy, as well as wearing to the shops and stuff. Apart from the wetting, I'm not really much into child like stuff. I don't watch cartoons, play with toys or stuffed animals, or really do much else that would be considered childish. So I am thinking I may be more of a basic DL than a little. I've been using my little side as an excuse to enjoy wetting, but I've found that when I haven't "had" to be little, I've been happy enough just to enjoy wetting for the sake of it. It's also been a great opportunity to just wear normal pants, wet them, let them dry and wet them again. So I'm starting to change my perception of myself as a little. I think I'm more of a general wetter with a dash of DL thrown in. Anyone else ever re-evaluate what they classed themselves as.
  13. File Name: Cute Japanese ABDL in Pullup File Submitter: rachelkirwan File Submitted: 10 Dec 2015 File Category: Female Diaper Play & Wetting I found these two cute videos on FC2, cute outfit, cute pullup, cut Japanese ABDL. Rach Click here to download this file
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  15. In the USA subtle age play and diaper-costume play might fit Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and Saint Valentine’s Day. Some favorite stories for each involve diapered children or cherubs. (I can connect age play with neither Martin Luther King Junior Day nor Super-Bowl American-Football Day. But if you have a connection. . .) Do you have favorite associations between these (or any) holidays and age play or DL? Have you used or plan using additional holidays as age play or DL occasions? Thank you, Stanley79
  16. So, I don't have a ton of time, but I have some time nonetheless and I just want to update after the state of my previous thread and mention a short story of this Halloween weekend, and how it seems I may be more into age play than I thought... And I'm talking about my own age. The quick version of the story is that I told my gf a few days ago about my diaper fetish, and she seemed genuinely interested in trying it. We have a good relationship and she said she trusted me and said it sounded kind of kinky! I didn't want to rush into it, so I just continued on like normal and figured the opportunities would arise. They did. Halloween night. It was POURING rain. My gf and I dressed up like jedis for halloween and we looked bad ass. We started driving down the highway to a party in the city about an hour away. We were really excited to go have a good time. Well about 10 minutes in, my girlfriend is driving and her car slips and she loses control for a second. It was enough to cause her to panic. Nothing was wrong but she freaked out. I was able to help her calmly drive to a rite aid parking lot close by. We sat in the car for about 20 minutes trying to calm down before deciding what to do. We made some plans, but were nervous to get back on the road again. We weren't in any hurry, so we decided to lay back and just try to wait out the rain. We layed down in her car and things got really quiet. The sound of traffic and pouring rain was outside the car but we were safe inside. My mind started to wander, now that I knew she might want to try diapers, I looked into her eyes and pretended she was wearing one. Now I don't remember what I said or what she said, it's all a blur now. But somehow we started this fantasy where I was Daddy and she was my naughty girl who should be wearing a diaper. It was SO hot and she loved it. When we finished our fantasy we went on my phone and shopped for some cute diapers that she could wear and I could tell she was getting more excited. This, was already really great. I was so happy. But the night was still young and I had no idea what was going to happen later that night. We eventually left the parking lot and I took the wheel because she wasn't feeling confident after what happened before. We made it home safe, and contacted some other friends who said we could come to a party that was a lot closer. It was a cool party, your typical college house party. Her and I stayed for a few hours, and she said I could drink and she would be DD since I did it last time, I figured that was fair. We have each other's backs. Well I got really drunk, and I won't go into the details. It hits about 12:30am and the party is getting pretty crazy. We figured it was at its peak, and I'd had enough, so we figured we'd leave while the going was good. This is where it gets interesting though. I was really feelin it, but I wasn't about to black out or anything. I'm a pretty heavy weight and we made sure to have a good meal before we came. But there was a lot of liquid in me, and I had to pee. Now, I've never ever considered myself to be an age player personally. I think it's cute when girls do it but... Something about being drunk brings out your true self, and I knew that she was comfortable with me liking diapers now, and drunk me knew I had ONE 24/7 confidry left at my place. I said something along the lines of "mommy, I'm drunk and I have to go potty." She looked at me and smiled so cheekily. I knew this was right. She played right along and said something like "well you better not have an accident in my car you naughty boy, do you have any diapers at home?" And I told her. She was excited. It was the stangest thing because I'm ALWAYS dominant. But at that moment I was so excited for her to take care of me. She took me to my place and helped me take off my Jedi costume. I showed her the last diaper I had. Since she was still new to all this I went ahead and strapped myself in for her first time. I didn't expect her to know what to do. But the minute I was all taped up and naked on the floor, I'll never forget her reaction. She LOVED it! I immediately heard "aaawwe bby come here!" And she cuddled drunk diapered me there on the floor. I couldn't believe it. We BOTH enjoyed this. I put on some cozy sweat pants and went right into little boy mode, and let her embarrass me. I was SO crinkly, and she couldn't get enough of it. She took me back to her place and we watched scary movies and cuddled all night. I told her when I had a big accident and she cleaned me up. It was so bizzare looking back but I loved it. We took a shower together when I was out of the diaper and we talked about it all for hours. Later in bed I did her a little more fantasy age play time and just pretended since I didn't have any more diapers yet. Not only was the whole experience SO hot, but we are so much closer and intimate now. We both have our own packs of diapers shipping in the mail right now and we can't wait to play more. Thanks for everyone who gave me some advice the other day, I don't know how I got so lucky with this. I think it's going to be a really good thing for us.
  17. Do you include kawaii toys in your age play? What manga or anime with a diapered shoujo and kawaii toy or magic pet do you recommend? If you had a magic pet (kawaii toy that seems to come alive) which action would you most want? (Wave, Sing, Talk, Wink, Flip an Ear, Breath, etc?) My answers: I have half a dozen kiwaii toys ranging in size from 10 cm (4 inches) to about 1 meter (40 inches) tall. I've not yet found the sort of managa or anime I'm looking for. I wired my smallest (a rabbit) to wink, It keeps one LED eye on (open) constantly and the other slowly winks (fade down to dim and then up to bright). If nothing else my kawaii toys keep me from taking myself too seriously. Sometimes they are comforting.
  18. hello everyone! i did something dealing with my deeper fetishes that's omorashi related. in this fetish I mentally regress into a young toddler that forget his potty training! i know this isn't everyone's cup of tea but i figured i would share it with everyone. but i did manage to soak myself really good in this one too. i'm doing these videos because perhaps there are more people out there into ageplay than just me. this took a lot of courage on my part but i also had a lot of fun making this video! also. i separated the diaper segment as it involves changing out of my peed pants into diapers... so if you don't want to see me naked i suggest not watching the "put in diapers." GigaQ Ageplays.wmv Put in Diapers.wmv
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  21. File Name: Twelve More like Rachel's (Recent) Diaper Videos File Submitter: wetotter File Submitted: 08 Jun 2014 File Category: Female Diaper Play & Wetting These are from the same original source as Rachel's Videos. Same theme, clothing, quality, cloth diapers, age play... I don't think she posted these. BRIEF NUDITY: Most of these include girls being diapered or changing and some short shots without shirts so there is brief nudity not of a graphic nature and is pixelated. A number of jpegs (of these and Rachel's recent 2 posts) are also available if anyone is interested. These are photos, not screenshots like above. Click here to download this file
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    All right, so I've been trawling through Fc2 for a while and collecting diaper videos. These are the most recent finds. Some of these have been posted inside the diaper forum, but to my knowledge not uploaded in this section. So what do we have here? Well we've got a few short videos of girls changing into pullup diapers. Girls being changes into tape-up diapers. Short diaper vignettes and other fun stuff. There might be a little nudity, but nothing overtly sexual, from what I can remember. There is of course mostly censored content where there is nudity. Enjoy and let me know which ones you like best :) Also a few of them look to be segments from larger JAVs (for example the bedwetting one where the girl cleans up after her accident), if any of you know where these come from, I'm sure many would appreciate seeing them. Enjoy! Rach. p.s. if I've failed to flag anything, please let me know. p.p.s. are there any male diaper videos coming out of Japan?

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  24. File Name: JAV Diaper Videos from Fc2 File Submitter: rachelkirwan File Submitted: 04 Jun 2014 File Category: Female Diaper Play & Wetting All right, so I've been trawling through Fc2 for a while and collecting diaper videos. These are the most recent finds. Some of these have been posted inside the diaper forum, but to my knowledge not uploaded in this section. So what do we have here? Well we've got a few short videos of girls changing into pullup diapers. Girls being changes into tape-up diapers. Short diaper vignettes and other fun stuff. There might be a little nudity, but nothing overtly sexual, from what I can remember. There is of course mostly censored content where there is nudity. Enjoy and let me know which ones you like best :) Also a few of them look to be segments from larger JAVs (for example the bedwetting one where the girl cleans up after her accident), if any of you know where these come from, I'm sure many would appreciate seeing them. Enjoy! Rach. p.s. if I've failed to flag anything, please let me know. p.p.s. are there any male diaper videos coming out of Japan? Click here to download this file
  25. Hello everyone, Below I've posted a sample of a story I wrote. I'm working on part 2 now but part 1 is available on Amazon. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00J78XVXE Hope you all enjoy it! Overall the story contains elements of diapers, abdl, desperation, age play, etc. ... I'd think most people looking in this part of the website would find this up their ally. Thanks! Chapter 1: Waking up Liz was a fairly typical 19 year old girl. She had done well in high school but decided not to go on to college when she graduated. She had a good, small group of friends, and would always make others smile with her bubbly personality. She did however have one big secret that few knew about, she was a bed wetter. The bedwetting started back when Liz was 10 and has continued since. When it first started she was very upset by it, and after her parents put her back in diapers at night, it caused her to withdraw a bit socially at school. She couldn’t help but feel like other kids knew she wore diapers to bed. As she got older those thoughts began to fade, but to some extent were still with her. At 19 years old and only 5'1'', 105 lbs, Liz was small for her age. She had shoulder length dark brown hair, green eyes, a smallish chest and a cute, little butt. Liz would often keep personal matters to herself and recently had been under a lot of stress. On top of her parents splitting up, she was trying to decide whether to go to college or start working somewhere. To add an additional layer, she recently moved in with her “uncle” for an unforeseen time. This all led to one worn down girl. Her “Uncle Mike” was actually a friend of the family that Liz had known for most of her life. Though she would only see him on major holidays or occasionally at parties, she liked him well enough and did in fact see him as a real uncle. The two of them lived in a fairly simple place. It had three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The upstairs was thankfully Liz’s domain entirely with one bedroom and a bathroom. The downstairs, on the other hand contained two, additional bedrooms, one which was used as an office, as well as the main living areas. Because she’d only been there for a short while, Liz’s room was fairly simple with mostly white walls and sparse furniture. Liz woke up on a Friday morning in mid-August, laying in her twin bed after groggily hitting the snooze on her alarm. She thought to herself, ‘I really do not feel like going to work today.’ See, Liz had taken a sort of low pay/no pay job at the high school of her Uncle’s town. It was a pilot program the school was trying out. It was designed to employ recent high school graduates to act as mentors and tutors to current high schoolers. Liz had been working in that role since this past Monday. So far, she liked it okay, though she wasn’t sold on it being the best fit for her because she could be rather shy. As she moved around a bit in bed Liz could feel her diaper was dry but could also feel a large pressure in her bladder, “uggggh,” she said aloud, not wanting to get out of bed. Liz slid her hand down to the crotch of her diaper and applied pressure as she lay on her side. She had chosen not to wear anything else to bed because of how warm it was the night before. Liz had really gotten used to wearing diapers at night over the years but hadn’t gotten used to people knowing she wore them, her uncle included. Her alarm went off again loudly, startling her a bit and causing a small amount of pee to dribble out of her. Sliding her hand out from between her legs she turned her alarm clock off, and then rolled onto her back putting her hands on her head. Her knees came up into the air tight together. Just then she heard a knock on her door. “Yaaah,” she said and from behind the door she could hear the deep voice of her uncle, “are you getting up?” She had been living with her uncle now for about two weeks and being around him was sort of awkward for her at times because of her situation. He was nice enough to her though which she liked and he lived the town next to the one she grew up in so she was close to friends. Still, she just felt like her whole life was a mess, and the past few weeks it was really wearing on her. She didn’t really feel like this was the direction she wanted her life to go, being 19… not having any real plans for the future, and honestly the future was a bit intimidating to her. After her uncle’s words and the thoughts in her head Liz suddenly felt like she wanted to cry. No, she didn’t want to get up, she didn’t want to go to school, she didn’t want to think about anything. The door then swung open some, her uncle looking in as he flicked the dimmer switch up about half way on Liz’s light, “you okay Liz?” He got some sense something wasn’t right. Liz looked up, realizing she hadn’t responded to his first question. She was trying to keep her emotions intact, and frankly had a tendency to get emotional perhaps more than others her age but never liked others to see it. “I…I’m fine,” her voice wavering slightly, “I just don’t feel good.” Her uncle stepped into the room and walked up to the edge of the bed where Liz was only under the thin bed sheet. Liz had temporarily put to the back of her mind that she needed to pee, but it resurfaced again as she again felt a strong urge to go. Getting out of bed like she was in front of her uncle was out of the question, and although he knew about the diapers, he had not yet seen her in them. As she tried to think of something to say, her uncle said, “it seems to me like… you’ve been a little down the past few days, so I made you some breakfast. Are you feeling well enough to eat?” He looked at her with a slight raise of his brow. Liz smiled up at her uncle; it made her feel good when people did nice things for her. “Ya,” she said shyly, hoping her uncle would leave so she could get up and go pee. She had to go so bad now she slid her hand down under the sheet -without thinking- and pressed it up against the diaper, her legs squeezed tightly around her hand. Her uncle laughed a bit and she felt her face turning red, “checking to see if it's wet or dry?” he said. Liz could feel a little more pee start to dribble out, “it's dry”, her face red as she shyly replied feeling as if she had to defend herself, “…but I really need to go.” Her uncle tried to joke around some, not fully realizing her mostly naked state, “well do you need me to carry you or what?” Liz was now desperate to just get to the bathroom and replied rather sassy, “no! I need you to leave so I can get up and g-g….,” Liz’s voice went from a loud agitated one to a quiet fade into silence. Her body shivered as if to say ‘sorry tried to warn you.’ After the shiver Liz could feel some pee squirt out of her as she tried to focus herself to stopping it. The intermediate squirts then turned into a steady stream as Liz could do nothing to stop it, her blank stare down to her diaper told it all. As Liz laid there the only thing going through here head was “oh god” over and over again. Her uncle stood at the end of the bed still, and his tone was one that made Liz feel like a little kid, “Liz, did you just do what I think you did?” Liz’s face was now bright red and as she tried to muster a word out of her mouth the only thing that came was a choke and she felt herself starting to cry. She was so embarrassed and on top of how she was already feeling it was just too much for her to handle. Her Uncle came around to her side as she cried with her hands on her face. “Liz… why are you crying?” he asked as sat on the side of the bed near her waist and looked down at her, “you have a diaper on …right?” Liz tried to collect herself but it was difficult for her to stop crying. Liz’s emotions quickly changed as she felt her bed sheet sliding down her body. She tried to reach down for it but her hand fell down to her side, she was too late. Liz’s legs fell limp and flopped lightly to her bed; she was no longer crying. She turned her head away, her cheeks cherry red, and she could feel her uncle’s eyes gaze down at her. The deep voice again filled Liz’s ears, “Is this what you were afraid of? Me seeing you in your diaper?” Liz just nodded lightly still too ashamed to look up at her uncle. It wasn't that it was just the diaper that was embarrassing but she had nothing covering her chest either. She had never felt so exposed before and she couldn't muster any ideas to remedy the situation. “Well it’s not that big of a deal, in fact you know what, you’re going to come downstairs and eat breakfast like that”, her uncle said. “Maybe that will help cure your shyness about those diapers.” In her Uncle Mike’s defense he had never really had any kids around the house and though she was 19, he still viewed her as such. Because of this he didn’t always take the best approach with her. Liz couldn’t believe what she’d just heard and turned her head to look at her uncle. In a pleading voice she said, “but Uncle Mike it...”, her voice trailed off quickly as her uncle interrupted her. Her brain once finally working brought her hands up to cover herself some. Mike put his hand on her knee, “Liz I’m not going to argue this with you, now breakfast is getting cold … let’s go”, he stood up and waited a moment for her to get up. Liz was now almost too shocked to say anything as she thought, ‘this is crazy, he can’t see me naked like this’. Liz then sat up slowly in her bed and could feel her thick disposable diaper squish a bit with warmth. She slowly stood up, feeling awkward, and tried to convince herself it would be okay, that it was just Uncle Mike. Before she could muster one more attempt to plead for some clothes she felt her uncle’s hand on her back push her forward, “grab a shirt out of your dresser at least”, he said, “can’t have you catching a cold.” Liz walked forward not sure what else she could do other than go grab a white cami top from her dresser, the sensation to cry starting to creep up again, in part from the relief that he hadn’t wanted her to be totally naked. She quickly put it on and looked down with a blush as her wet diaper was still fully exposed. Chapter 2: Going to Work Liz managed not to cry as she walked down the stairs, her uncle behind her. There was a lot going through her mind, she was basically so shocked her uncle was making her do this she didn't know how to respond. She walked quietly to the kitchen table being obedient and sat down, feeling the warm squish as she did. She looked at the plate in front of her, almost staring through it. Mike came around and took the foil off the top of the pancakes and forked a few onto her plate. “Would you like milk or orange juice?” Liz looked up a bit and bashfully replied, “milk please”. Liz’s uncle poured her a nice size glass of milk and Liz ate her pancakes and drank the milk. For the first time forgetting about the embarrassing events of the morning and the one she currently found herself in. At least being at the table the diaper was semi hidden under it. She finished her breakfast and stood up, her uncle now sitting across from her having some breakfast himself. Mike looked up as she stood, “You feeling better now Lizzy?” Liz looked at him, no one had called her Lizzy in quiet a few years, “yah… I guess”, she said. Her eyes quickly went back down feeling weird to look at him in her current state. Though when her eyes caught the wetness indicator on the diaper clearly changed she felt her cheeks burn from blush. Mike replied, “Alright well your running a little late now… so don’t take too long getting ready. I hope you understand why I had you eat like this. No being shy about the diapers.” Liz nodded, just wanting to get in some place private, and then briskly left the kitchen just about running upstairs. ‘Don’t want me to be shy about the diapers? Does he have a point?’ she thought to herself. Liz grabbed the towel in her room and went into the bathroom. She removed her wet diaper and put it into the trash then brushed her teeth quickly. She then showered, dried herself off and got ready for school. She put on a pair of white panties with pink trim and cute bunny print on them. They always made her feel better when she was down or in some mood that required cheering up, even if they were a bit childish. As she looked for the rest of her clothes she rubbed her tummy a bit, which had started to bother her. It was a common occurrence when she got nervous that her stomach would get a bit upset. She finished dressing with some tight fitting light blue jeans, a bra with a white top, and a light zip up hooded sweatshirt which was a lighter yellow. Liz put her hair in a pony tail and took a few moments to think about what if anything she should say to her uncle on the way out. As she was finishing up packing her bag for school she looked around the room one last time. Liz felt her stomach was a bit achy again and looked at the clock. ‘Do I have time to go to the bathroom?’ she thought. Then from downstairs the deep voice of her uncle made her jump a little. “Liz, let’s go the bus is coming!!” Liz grabbed up her bag and headed downstairs quickly. Her lunch was waiting on the table with a bottle of water next to it. “...bye Uncle Mike”, she quietly said not looking at him. It was all she really wanted or could say at that point still not sure how she felt about the events of that morning. “Alright, have a good day at school… or work rather. I’ll see you when you get home.” Liz then headed out the door to the bus and jumped on. She really hated riding the bus but was glad they made that option available to her as part of the program. Just before the move to her uncle’s house she had been in a car accident which messed up her car. Her dad was supposed to be getting it fixed but she figured there was no rush to it. Meanwhile, back at home Mike worked from a home office. It was nice for him because he could be around with Liz in the morning and when she got home. Liz’s stop was, unfortunately for her, the very first on the route. As she sat on the bus she could feel her tummy gargling a bit, she put her hand on it and rested her head on the side of the bus window. Liz opened up her water and took a few drinks then put her lunch and water into her bag. As the bus ride went on Liz’s stomach continued to churn some and she became increasingly worried about it. They were almost to school now and the bus had about two kids in half the seats while the other half only had one. Liz had no one next to her and started to really feel like she needed to relieve pressure as the pain was beginning to bother her. Looking around she wondered if she could without anyone hearing. Quickly she dismissed the idea knowing she couldn't risk doing that in such a close space. Her hand rubbed her stomach lightly and she suddenly felt a gas escape her. Liz heard the slight gassy sound escape from her behind and could immediately feel the pressure release in her stomach. Her eyes looked out from the corners and she could see no one was looking at her, she sighed a bit. She was mad at herself for allowing that to happen and could feel her cheeks were flushed. Liz shook her head a bit as she thought to herself, 'At least my stomach doesn't hurt as much now...God I hate using the school bathrooms for going poop'. Still she knew she'd have to, but she had some fear that other girls would hear her going while in the bathroom and then tease her about it when she came out. This was only amplified by being in her current role as a mentor. The bus finally rolled into school and Liz hopped off and headed into school. Her first class of the day on Fridays was gym. To her this was the least important class for her to be at and she didn’t really care for sports at all. Being as small as she was she often wasn’t very good at sports. Liz headed towards the bathroom as she heard the warning bell ring for class. “Is that the…,” Liz looked at the hall clock. “S…,” she stopped herself from swearing and paused a moment to assess how bad she had to go. Her stomach didn’t really hurt anymore and she only had to pee slightly. Liz figured she could wait and headed down to the gym class. She hated being the center of attention and walking in late in front of everyone was not something she wanted to do. This was even truer with the gym teacher for the class, who she knew would make some comment to her about it in front of everyone. He didn’t seem to be very supportive of the program the school was piloting. Liz got to the locker room and remembered her choice of panties that morning. She was a little embarrassed by the thought of the girls seeing her in them but luckily only a few were still changing. Still when she caught a girl looking over with a smile she felt pretty silly. She didn’t really see why she had to change clothes with the other girls but supposed it wasn’t too big of a deal. Liz had her clothes off and put on her pink cotton shorts and gym shirt quickly. Liz curiously and suddenly felt she needed to pee quite a bit more than she thought before. It made her think back to about a year ago when a similar incident happened when she was waking up. That whole day she had to find bathrooms more quickly than usual and nearly wet herself once. ‘Maybe having an accident messes something up down there’, she thought. She sighed as she walked out to the gym floor. Liz figured she could come back to the locker room after attendance to use the bathroom. Liz made her way to the students and sat next to a girl she’d been getting to know over the course of the first week. They chatted for only about 30 seconds before the instructor came out and spoke up. “Alright everyone,” he pronounced, “today we are doing the fitness testing so get with a partner and after attendance we’ll get started with sit-ups and push-ups.” Liz sat quietly, but shifted a bit, as the class went through attendance. She could feel the need to go increasing. As they finished up Liz stood up, “Hey Amy I’ll be right back.” She walked forward about 3 steps and her only thought was on how good it was going to feel to go to the bathroom. Just then she heard her name, “Liz, you can run the attendance sheet down to the office please.” Liz turned to face the gym teacher, “I was … gon…” The teachers hand came out holding the attendance sheet as he walked up. Liz just grabbed it; she was always shy around people of power relative to her or people who just appeared stern. “Thank you, and be quick about it…I’ll need your help today,” the man in his early 50’s said. Liz really needed to use the bathroom at this point, she could feel her stomach starting to churn once again and pressure building in her bladder and bowels. She thought if she could just hurry and get to the office she could go there, she hated when her stomach did this. She remembered a time when she was 11 when her stomach had felt similarly. She had just gotten ready for bed about a half hour prior and was watching tv with her parents. It was the only time she’d ever messed in her diaper. She hurried out of the gym and headed down the long hallway, worried she would have a similar fate to her 11 year old self. About halfway down the hall Liz started to feel a pain in her side, stopping momentarily she grimaced a bit. Before she realized what was happening she felt some gas escape and a mushy warmth in her panties. She stood frozen a moment almost in shock as she tried to figure out what just happened. The realization that she had messed her panties started to enter her mind, ‘No, no, no,’ she repeated in her mind. At this point she had regained control of her bowels as she continued to think, 'oh god, now what do I do?' Liz quickly composed herself and decided if she could just get to a bathroom she could maybe get herself cleaned up. Liz looked around a bit to make sure no one was watching on and noticed a younger looking boy coming up behind her in the hallway; she could quickly feel the warmth in her cheeks and headed forward with an awkward walk. The urge to poop continued as she walked but Liz fought it back. In the back of her mind she kept thinking that she was going to end up fully wetting and messing her pants. She had no idea at this point how much she had gone, but could tell it wasn’t going down her leg at all to her relief. As she approached the office she quickly opened the door and moved in accidentally dropping the attendance sheet as she did. Liz again became aware that she really needed to pee in addition to having to poop. As she slowly bent over to pick up the attendance sheet, her shorts pressed up against her soiled panties. This created a small faint dark colored spot on the back of her shorts and spread the mess some. Liz stood back up with a slightly pained expression and walked up to the desk. “Umm hi,” said Liz, her voice clearly shaken and meek. ‘I just need to get to a bathroom… no one will know’, was all she could think. “Oh hello there” the office receptionist replied, “Got an attendance sheet for me there?” “Yah,” Liz could feel a little pee trickle into her shorts as she reached down to grab her crotch nervously after putting the attendance sheet quickly on the desk. She again started to feel as if she would cry. “Umm where are your bathrooms here?” Liz asked with a slightly wavering voice. Her body was still, with her legs spread a bit apart, mostly so she didn’t feel the mess anymore than she needed to. She moved her hand out of her crotch worried someone might notice. “Oh sure ... Nurse Smith,” the office receptionist looked to her right and a tall average build women in her mid 30’s turned. “Could you show this cutie here where the bathrooms are?” she said with a smile. Liz could again feel a slight blush in her cheeks as she thought 'right … cute, I’m so stupid...and how long has she been standing there, did she see me?' Her cheeks become even redder as she could smell the mess that was resting in her panties. Liz could feel a bit more pee dribble out as she walked forward timidly, her hands down in front of her crossed. The focus on making it to the bathroom caused her to not notice that a small spot had now formed in her crotch from the dribbling pee and mess combination. As she walked up to the nurse the nurse held open a glass door. Liz felt shy and small as she approached the woman. The way she was looking at Liz, it was like she knew, Liz thought. “Right this way”, the nurse said with a slight smile. Liz just walked forward trying not to make eye contact. The nurse having a keen sense of smell for the sort of thing could smell something was off right away and as Liz passed by the nurse caught a glance at the small spot on the back of her shorts. Liz stopped just through the door way and with a bit of urgency and uncertainty in her voice asked, “Umm, which way?” Her fate was now totally in the hands of the nurse.