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  1. So while I was feeling a little unwell earlier in the week, I'm feeling much better, and I've been a busy (and naughty girl). First of all I've been making all sorts of custom videos and a couple just general videos, and I've made a page on my website for my videos and custom videos. I didn't want to make things too commercial here, so all I'll do is share a couple of picture from my most recent video adventure, and a link to my site. http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties/wetting-videos So in this video I tested out Always Discreet's for their effectiveness in bedwetting. I'm trying to get bedwetting videos of every single diaper I own (and I've got actually a decent sized box of a lot of diapers I've worn in the past, and pads too). So this was next up after I've done Molicare and Goodnites (the new ones, I'm still awaiting the right time to do the vintage ones). Anyhow, as you can see, the Always Discreet are only discreet when worn by a lady under her cloths standing up, and a lady who doesn't completely soak them ;) This little girl thought she could wear them to bed to help keep the bed dry in the face of her bedwetting problem and she was wrong. I am particularly proud of getting the puddle just right, in past videos I've struggled to get it to show up vividly on camera, but some cleverness on my part (and lots of experimentation), I think made for an excellent video :) If you are interested in a copy please let me know! (Message or email, rachelkirwan@gmx.com). Hugs Rach
  2. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    Gift to Sparkypup (Furaffinity)
  3. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    Gift for Sparkypup (Furaffinity)
  4. Flo and Nowi - Changies by OverFlo207

    From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    My naughty sister. ^^
  5. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    Flo's boyfriend ^^ And here's to 2017!
  6. 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  
  7. I don't think this should have to be said, but if you want people (myself included) to continue to share their experiences and photos on Omo.org, comments or feedback is always appreciated. People like to know that their hour spent typing something up that's suitable for reading isn't a wasted hour. :) I don't wear outside often, but I have a partner and an online playmate that really enjoys padding, so with a long drive ahead of me and a longing for way-more-coffee than I should, I decided to test out some of the new ABUniverse Lavenders. The single-tape is interesting. I could see it working particularly well for non-hourglass individuals, but I had to add some excess packing tape to make it conform to my hourglass shape. Regardless, it was relatively comfortable, and according to the photos I shared with people, very, very hot to look at. I threw on a workout shirt and tight, spandex-esque yoga pants for the drive to help deal with the ridiculous summer temperatures. Dry, the diaper was mostly unoticeable aside from the fact that now I had a relatively large booty. My butt is relatively curvaceous to begin with, but now it was almost porn-deserving. The day started with gassing up my car. I had to bend over to pick up some garbage and other items from the backseat of my car while waiting for the car to fill, and as I stood up, I noticed a guy giving me a particularly odd look. I assumed the waistband must have peaked out, and I waved hello at him, and he went back to what he was doing. Turns out, people don't particularly like to be caught staring. :P Anyway, this trip took me out and about through hours of driving. Relatively boring and uneventful drive aside from the part where the coffee worked through my body and into the diaper itself. For the first wetting I've ever done while driving, it went particularly well with absolutely no leaking. Plus, I felt a whole lot better when I could bask in the warmth instead of having to feel the discomfort of holding it. After that first wetting, I decided to stop into a gas station to pick up a banana and water to snack on to continue the drive. I've been in the area, and I know it's not a particularly great neighborhood, but I wasn't concerned about safety at 9AM. Turns out that I still had no reason to be - but apparently, it still doesn't lead to the best of characters. As I walked out of the gas station to my car in a car-filled but human-empty parking lot, a college-aged guy left the store with me. "Damn, you got a nice ass", he called over my shoulder. As it was an odd and inappropriate comment, I mumbled a "Thanks" to dissuade the guy from continuing to talk, but as I stopped to unlock my car door to get into my car, he walked up behind me and slapped my ass as he was walking towards his (presumably) own vehicle. I'm sure he expected to easily score a free grope as he "slapped and ran". It was definitely clear he was not expecting to hear the crinkly noise of a diaper - or feel the not-like-skin feel of a padded bottom. He literally stopped in his tracks, looked at me, said "What the fuck?!" and then scurried off towards his car. He didn't really wait for an answer. I sincerely hope this discourages him from touching random women, buuut I'm doubting it. I finished the drive home uneventfully. Later in the day, after I'd made it to my partner's place, we both went out to get groceries and other things. As I bent over to tie my shoe in the middle of a main street after stepping on one of the laces, my partner informed me that my yoga pants were apparently see-through with the added bulk and the extreme angle. He, of course, took photos. Pervert. This may explain why that poor guy gave me such a look at the gas station. I had a good time for the rest of the day without having to worry about bathroom breaks. I wet it while talking to a cashier at the supermarket, while walking down one of the main streets after enjoying a good afternoon brunch, and the final time at home. In the end, the diaper didn't hold nearly as much as I expect from ABU diapers. It held about 4 full (not desperate) wettings with a booster pad in there before leaking. Ended up with a pretty large wet-spot near both of my inner thighs. This is my first forray into the Vintage-style diapers from ABU, and I think I'll stick with the Premiums from now on (which easily hold 8+ wettings with a booster pad).
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  9. Hi people! This thread will be used to update you about the stuff I do and for getting commissions. Follow this thread to keep up to date! -ARE YOU STILL DOING COMMISSIONS? >Yes, but very very slowly. Forget the super fast commissions I could deliver some time ago, I'm working full time on another project but I can draw a pic or two during the week. -HOW DO I GET A COMMISSION? >Write me a pm or reply to this thread (PMs will have priority). I will create a chronological ordered list and will go through it during the weeks. If you don't answer my PMs within a reasonable time (24 hours or so) I'm gonna skip you and ask the next commissioner (I will come back at you later don't worry) -WHAT'S THE PRICE FOR YOUR ARTWORKS? >Ask me what you want, I will tell you the price. Single character pictures generally are: 10$ for a sketch 20$ for lineart 30$ for anime style shading 40$+ for soft shading -HOW DO I PAY? >I accept Paypal only. I will give you my paypal address via PM. Use the "send to family and friends" or "send as a gift" option while sending money. -WHEN SHOULD I PAY? >Ask me for a commission, I'll tell you the price and then send you a preview sketch (via mail or dA stash as long as I have an account there). If you are ok with it, that's the moment you should send me the amount we agreed beforehead. I will complete a picture AFTER I receive all the money on my account (try to be online when you know I'm working on your stuff) -I HAVE A QUESTION! >Post it in this thread :3
  10. So! Through some unforeseen circumstances I am leaving London and moving back in with my parents. Sadly (for me at least) I only have one week left before I'm gone. I have packed up nearly everything, only the last things to go, and those things that can't go... And that's where you all step in. I have my stash of dips, (and some bed mats) that it would be very sad to simply throw into the bin. If anyone would like the whole lot for free then drop me a line. It's a completely mixed bag of stuff (pullups) but hopefully it could bring someone a bit of enjoyment! I live near Southfields at the moment, and I'll happily catch a bus or jump on the tube to meet somewhere convenient. Reply if you're interested as it's first some first serve :)
  11. I'm going to try a short story for a change, easing up a bit on my usual habit of extended character development a bit. Part 1: 6:57am. Sandra awoke suffering with bad intestinal pain. Her back was aching, she felt sick, and her pee hole felt itchy and sore. She groaned loudly when she looked at the clock, and noticed how her alarm, set to go off at 6:30, hadn't been activated. Shit! It was a school day as well. She knew that there was no chance that her kids would already be awake, and she needed that half hour break from 6:30 to 7:00 to make breakfast and pack lunches without their constant interruptions. Getting up late was really going to play havoc with her hectic morning schedule. Another wave of cramp-like pain filled her abdomen. She shifted slightly in bed, wanting to stretch, but unable too. As her head cleared, she became aware of a sense of thickness around her middle, an extra padding type of feeling that at first she couldn't register. Then it all came back to her. She was wearing a diaper. She sighed, and gingerly reached down and pushed on it. It was still dry, but that's what she had expected when she'd put it on last night. Sandra hadn't worn a diaper since she stopped bed wetting at age 7, and it felt unusual, more comfortable than she would've expected, but still somewhat bulky. Her mind wandered over the events that had led to her waking up dry but diapered that morning. The diaper had been her doctors idea. Sandra had been feeling a bit unwell for a couple of weeks, especially when urinating, and a visit to her doctor and a couple of tests had revealed the reason. Kidney stones. They weren't terribly big, at least compared to how big they could get, and the doctor had no doubt at all that they could be passed, even explaining how he didn't think shock wave treatment was necessary. Instead, he had given her a course of Alpha Blockers, which he had explained would relax the muscles around her urethra, and instructed her to drink at least two litres of water a day, and preferably more. Alcohol and coffee were out of her diet for the time being, but she was to drink as much water as possible. "The water will of course increase your urine production, in essence flushing out your system," he explained. "The Alpha Blockers relax your muscles, softening them slightly to help you pass your stones. It doesn't look like the stones are large or numerous, and hopefully you can pass them out in a couple of days." "Are there any side effects?" Sandra had asked. "No. Not really," the doctor replied. "Have you got any history of bed wetting or incontinence, like leaking urine during the day or night?" Sandra felt herself blushing a bit. She never felt comfortable discussing this type of thing, even with her doctor. "No, not really," she replied. "I mean I wet the bed when I was a little girl, up till I was 7, and had a few problems during and after both pregnancies, but I did the kegels and they stopped. But I guess I do still sometimes leak a little bit, especially if I cough or sneeze too hard." "You're what? 33? The doctor asked, confirming what his notes had in them. That's not terribly unusual, especially after having twins. How old are the kids now? Also, I'm interested in whether or not they experience any night time accidents. You say that you wet until you were 7, sometimes that sort of thing can be hereditary you know." "Well, Charlotte is 13 now. She started high school this year. She wet the bed until she was about 7 as well. The twins, Cody and Jack are 9. Jack grew out of wearing night nappies when he was 4, but Cody still wets the bed nearly every night. I make him wear a pull up." The doctor smiled reassuringly at her. "I certainly wouldn't worry too much about Cody wetting the bed at 9. A lot of kids still wet at that age, but grow out of it before they turn 12. But if he's still doing it in a year or two, we could run some tests. "As for your own minor leaks, again, nothing unusual there, especially after giving birth to children, especially twins! You had vaginal births didn't you?" Sandra nodded, but blushed a bit, and the doctor continued. "Having twins naturally can cause some trauma to your waterworks, so I'm actually impressed that you only suffer occasional leakage. It can be a lot worse than that you know. There's no reason to stop doing the kegels, even now, you may find that they'll help." Sandra had smiled and nodded, preparing to get up, but her doctor hadn't finished. "Hang on Sandra, one more thing. Just so you understand, the Alpha Blockers will loosen your ability to squeeze yourself internally, and you're going to be drinking a lot of water. Given that you have a history of bed wetting, and already suffer from occasional mild incontinence issues, you may want to consider investing in some protective under garments for the time being, especially for nighttime use." Sandra had been alarmed. "What? Like pads? Or diapers?" "Whatever you feel comfortable with my dear. Modern pads are wonderful at containing small occasional leaks, which you have, and I can virtually assure you will probably get worse over the next few days while you're on the tablets, but they won't contain a real big accident. If you're worried about losing control in a big way, which is certainly possible, especially at nighttime, I would personally explore the adult diapers that are on the market. Perhaps try the Molicare brand, they do a pull up and a tape on version, both of a high quality. If you expect any night issues, I'd recommend the tape on." This had happened yesterday, and as Sandra lay there, wincing in pain, she remembered the embarrassment she had felt in the pharmacy afterwards, when she had produced her prescription to be filled, and wandered over to the adult diaper section, finding what her doctor had recommended. She had waited for the pharmacist to call her name, then quickly picked up the large, bulky package of diapers and hurried over to the counter. To her dismay, the kindly old pharmacist had insisted on talking to her about using the diapers, recognising why she was buying them to fit with her prescription. Then, they hadn't had a bag large enough to fit them in, and she'd had to carry them out to the car, feeling a real sense of shame. Upon arriving home, Sandra had examined the packet thoroughly, and even tried one on. She wore it under her baggiest sweatpants, as she took her first pills, washing them down with a pint of water. By the time she had needed to leave to pick the kids up, she had drunk well over a litre of water, and was starting to go to the toilet a lot. She considered wearing the diaper on the school run, but the thought of chatting to the other mothers, and having them see what she was wearing, or even worse, having Charlotte see them, was just too horrible to think about. She had removed it, and put a thick menstrual pad inside her pink cotton panties instead, cursing herself for not buying incontinence pads when she bought the diapers. Sitting on the toilet, she had pushed and strained to empty her bladder as much as possible before leaving. The high school started and finished earlier than the primary school did, so her daughter was the first to get dropped off in the morning and picked up in the afternoon, followed by the twins, whose school was a couple of blocks away from the high school. Arriving nearly ten minutes early, Sandra had got out of the car, and made her way over to the group of waiting parents, mostly mothers, who were standing in a group chatting amicably to each other. As she stood their, making light but pleasant conversation, she had felt the first twinge of her bladder filling up again already, although she had only just peed twenty minutes beforehand. It wasn't urgent yet, and there really wasn't anything that she could do about it, so she gritted her teeth a bit and held on, subtly adjusting her weight from one foot to the other a couple of times. Thankfully she didn't have long to wait, and a few minutes later the bell sounded, followed by hordes of teenagers streaming out of their respective classes, laughing, running around, yelling out goodbyes to each other, and just generally being kids. As the children of the other parents started arriving one by one, Sandra again shifted her weight, her need to pee was building up by the second. She checked her phone, wondering if her daughter had sent her a message, but there wasn't one. She pressed her thighs together and prepared to ring her missing child, but before she could press the green button, she spied Charlotte dawdling around the corner of a building, deep in conversation with her friends. "Oh bloody hell, hurry up!" Sandra muttered to herself, but Charlotte appeared to be in a deep and earnest conversation with her friends, and certainly wasn't hurrying at all. "CHARLOTTE! OVER HERE!" Sandra called, biting back a feeling of annoyance when here daughter looked up, favouring her mother with what she thought of as "That Look." The look that said 'Shut up mum! You're embarrassing me again!' "I'll do more than embarrass you if I piss my pants in front of your little friends," Sandra mumbled to herself, but managed to ignore "The Look," and squeezed her legs together again as she waited with growing frustration for her daughter to disengage herself from her giggling friends and mope slowly towards her. "Jeez mum! What's the big rush? I wish ya wouldn't yell out like that! It makes people stare, ya know?" "I don't give a stuff if they do stare missy! We need to pick up your brothers you know, so I can't hold on, I mean hang around here all day." She cursed herself for her slip of the tongue, but Charlotte hadn't appeared to notice it, and they made their way to the street where Sandra had parked the car. On the way, Charlotte appeared to brighten up a bit, and seemed excited to talk to her mother. "I'm sorry mum, but I had to like get the gossip from my friends. You know Natalie, that mean bitch from grade 9 who picks on us all the time?" "Watch your language Charlie," Sandra warned, "But yes, I know who you mean, what about her?" Charlotte seemed really excited, not even complaining about her mother using her old nick name. "Well, apparently she had an accident today! She wet her pants in gym class, and it went everywhere! Claire's big sister is in her class, and she told us all about it. Apparently she wet herself in the gym, and they had to get the janitor in and everything to clean it up! She was crying and everything! Oh man! I wish I coulda been there to see that! Serves the bitch right I say!" Sandra knew who Natalie was. A year 9 girl who seemed to take a lot of pleasure from bullying the younger girls, her daughter included. She hadn't done anything physical to them, but was well known for teasing and making horrible remarks. Charlotte and her friends tried to stay out of her way, but it's impossible to avoid somebody indefinitely at school. Sandra could certainly understand just why her daughter would take pleasure at the older girls misfortune, but as a parent, she had a certain duty to try and make her own children nicer people than that. Besides, at the moment she could almost sympathise with Natalie, as she felt like she was almost on the verge of wetting her own pants. "Charlie, that's not very nice you know. I know Natalie can be a right little cow, but I hope you and your friends don't make a big deal out of it. Can you imagine just how bad she must feel right now? If you start teasing her, it makes you no better than what she is." They were driving down the street by now, and Charlotte was sitting in the front seat, distracted by her phone as she talked. Sandra felt a twinge from her bladder, and surreptitiously pushed a hand into her crotch, putting some pressure on her pee hole. The talk of the girl wetting herself at school was front and centre in her mind. She knew it was just the sort of thing to make kids feel extremely uncomfortable and not forget, and she wondered how her daughter would react if she saw her own mother having an accident. Sandra was forced to pull up a fair way down the road from the kiddie school, and she didn't fancy getting out of the car and walking up the street to find the boys. "Charlotte honey, I'm not feeling very well. Would you be a dear and go and find your brothers for me please? I'd really appreciate it..." Charlotte heaved an exaggerated sigh, but still gave her mother a look of genuine concern. "Are you alright mummy? What is it? Is it your kidney thingy?" She smiled at her daughter, appreciating her obvious concern, but she obviously couldn't tell the truth, and tell her that she would probably wet herself if she got out of the car. "Yes sweetie. I'm a bit sore. So could you fetch the boys for me please?" Charlotte leaned over and kissed her mum on the cheek, then jumping out and walked up the street towards the school. Sandra sighed with relief, and again put a hand on her pee hole between her clenched thighs. She shivered a bit, her need for release building by the second. It only took a couple of minutes before her three kids appeared, but as soon as she saw them, she knew something was wrong. Jack was wearing his grey school shorts, but had not the ones he had left for school in. They were his "emergency" shorts instead, and he was carrying a plastic bag as well as his school bag. All the kids were expected to keep a change of clothes at school in case of accidents, and Cody had needed them twice in the past couple of years, but Jack never had, not until now. She could see how the little boy was keeping his head down shame facedly. The three doors opened almost simultaneously, and before Sandra could say anything, Cody burst out with "Hi mum! Guess what! Jack wet himself!" Of course Jack burst into tears straight away, and Cody grinned gleefully. He wasn't a nasty kid by nature, but he was the bed wetter in the family, and the one most prone to having accidents. He had wet himself a few times growing up, while his brother had only done so once, when he had been six, and they had been stuck in traffic. The boys weren't identical, not by a long shot. Jack was taller, more solid, and had darker hair, while Cody was smaller, slighter of frame, and quite blonde. He looked younger, and was more of a "mummy's boy," easier to tears and emotions, and was a lot more babyish than his brother. Jack rarely teased or mentioned his brothers bed wetting, but boys will be boys, and he had certainly used it to his advantage before. Now, the shoe was on the other foot, and Cody was obviously enjoying seeing his brother being the one with wet pants for a change. "Oh honey! What happened? How did that happen to you?" Sandra asked, full of concern and wanting to turn around and hug her son, but knowing she'd be wetting her own pants if she did. Charlotte piped in, "Wow! What a day, eh mum? First Natalie, now Jack! It's usually booger here that does that, isn't it booger?" "DONT CALL ME THAT!" Cody screamed, instantly enraged at his sister. Charlotte always seemed to tolerate Jack more so than Cody, and it showed at times like this. Sandra flinched at Codys scream, and felt her pee hole twitch, and a drop of pee escaped. It wasn't much, and she was pretty sure that her thick, overnight menstrual pad would handle it, but not for the first time she found herself wishing that she had left the nappy on. "Cody! Charlie! Enough! Stop it! I want to talk to Jack! Jack honey, what happened?" Sandra repeated. Jack was visibly upset, but not crying anymore. After his initial outbuy, he had calmed himself down almost straight away. Cody on the other hand was. It only took a little bit of teasing and a verbal rebuke from his mother to start the waterworks flowing. Jack on the other hand had endured one of the worst childhood traumas, and was still holding himself together. The difference between the boys was startling. "I didn't go to the toilet at lunchtime. I know I shoulda, but we were playing cricket and I was captain. Then we went into maths class, and Mr Jackson gave us a test. I got halfway through and was busting, and I asked him if I could go, but he said I'd only finished lunch twenty minutes ago, and I had to finish my test first. Well I finished it, and he let me go, but I kinda wet myself before I could get there." "Oh honey, that's horrible. What did you do?" "Wasn't much I could do mum. I hadta go to the office. The nurse took me to get my spare clothes. Everyone looked at me when I went back in different pants. Nobody but the nurse and office lady saw me in wet pants, but I think some of them noticed that I'd changed my pants." Sandra had been infuriated. "Don't worry Jack! I'll go and see Mr Jackson tomorrow and sort this out! Fancy putting you in a position like that! It's disgraceful!" Jack shook his head, and when he spoke, he had sounded a lot older and wiser than his 9 years would suggest. "No mum. Please don't. I shoulda just gone at lunchtime. It's kinda my fault I guess. Don't make a fuss over it. I don't think I'll cop too much teasing. After all, nobody really knows for sure." The difference between Jack, being strong and stoic after something like that, and Cody, who was still blubbering after being yelled at was striking, but Sandra couldn't concentrate on it now. She had to get home, and quick. During the drive home, she had felt herself leaking at least twice more, each time more than the last. None of the kids said much on the rest of the drive, all of them lost in their own thoughts. By the time Sandra had parked in the garage, she felt quite wet between the legs and around her bottom. Taking a deep breath, and hoping that any wetness wouldn't be noticeable on her black sweatpants, Sandra stood up, feeling an actual squirt escape. She couldn't remember ever needing to pee so badly. Although when she concentrated on it, it wasn't that she needed to pee as much as she was struggling to hold it. Normally, she would be able to hold on for a bit longer, but these Alpha Blockers really made her feel weak in the holding muscles. She opened the door that led into the kitchen, and stood back, letting the three kids in first. She took the plastic bag with Jacks wet shorts in it, and literally threw it into the laundry as she hurried towards her toilet, leaking a bit with every step. Finally making it inside, she had pulled her sweats down just as a big leak escaped, and not even bothering with her panties, she sat down, just as she lost control, and she peed volumes, complete saturating her pad, and soaking her panties at the same time. Her heart was hammering as she finished, and she pulled her pants up to her knees and examined them, finding a small wet spot on the backside of them. Sighing with relief and a mild disgust, she left all of her clothes on the bathroom floor, and had a quick shower, before putting on the diaper that she had regretfully removed earlier, feeling a real sense of safety, security and comfort at its thickly padded embrace, then slipped into her nightie, even though it wasn't quite yet 4pm, and put her dressing gown over it. Standing in front of her mirror, she had turned around in every direction, viewing herself from every angle, until she was finally satisfied that her diaper couldn't be detected. Of course all the kids noticed that she was wearing her nightie in the middle of the afternoon, but she was able to explain it easily enough by just saying that she didn't feel well, and wanted to be comfortable. Sandra cooked dinner, and was pleasantly surprised when the four of them managed to eat the entire meal without arguing. She even smiled to herself when Charlotte told Jack in great exaggerated detail about Natalie wetting herself at school. At first, she thought it might have upset him, but he really did seem to take some comfort in hearing how a "big kid" had wet herself as well. It was a bit unusual for his big sister to actually try and comfort him, and they boy relished her attempts at making him feel better. It was lonely without her husband Trevor being there, but he was a long haul truck driver, and would be away for a few more days yet. The kids all missed him when he was away, and usually started to act up a bit by now, so a happy, friendly meal was a nice bonus. That evening, Sandra had taken more tablets, drank a lot of water, the bottle of chilled white wine in the fridge almost tempting her, and had peed a lot, but successfully made it to the toilet every time. By 9:30, the kids were all tucked up in bed, and once again, she had found herself wandering back to the toilet. This continued to happen fairly regularly over the next couple of hours. She still hadn't felt herself passing any stones yet, and was waiting with baited breath every time she peed, expecting the sudden pain that she had been warned about. She had stood in front of her mirror, layed her gown on the bed, lifted up her nightie, and properly examined the big diaper that she was wearing. In truth, she actually didn't mind it. It was definitely better than worrying about wetting her pants. She wondered what it would have been like if she had actually worn one on the afternoon school run. Would she have been caught? Would she have used it? Would it have leaked? Sandra realised that she hadn't actually tried using one yet. She wondered what using one would be like? Probably disgusting, she thought. But, if she was going to wear these in public, she really should test them, just to see exactly what did happen. It would make a lot of sense to give one a trial run first, before committing herself in an emergency like earlier on today. Holding her nightie up, she stared at her reflection. She was still a very attractive woman. Charlotte had been born when she was only 20, and the twins when she was 24, and regular gym workouts had helped her to maintain her slim, youthful figure. Her large breasts, and long dark hair certainly qualified her as a real MILF, or at least a Yummy Mummy. Even wearing a diaper, she still thought that she looked kind of hot. That was enough to convince her not to wet her diaper. Somehow, doing that would make her feel dirty and unattractive, and she wouldn't feel clean without having a shower again. It was nearly midnight, and the thought of trying to dry her hair was enough to persuade herself against trying her diaper out properly. Instead, she had removed it, used the toilet again, and refitted the nappy, amused at just how quickly she could do it now, compared to her first fumbling attempt. After washing her hands and brushing her teeth, she had gone to bed, sleeping soundly and waking up dry, but now laying there awake, in pain, running late, and desperate again. This was going to be a long day.
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    Hi everyone, here's some things!
  13. From the album OverFlo207 - 2016

    This is an art trade for my friend and talented artist Dango-tan2 ^^ http://dango-tan2.deviantart.com/ (She's an anime DL artist that works for extremely low prices!) Art featuring their chibi OC, Dango A true hardworking artist doesn't take a break...He or she keeps working through the long days, and through the short days. An artist doesn't let anything stop him or her from working, and they'll continue to work until......well, until this happens. :) (I've done that in my diaper countless times while drawing ^^)
  14. I really hope it's not too creepy to ask for advice on this, but I could really use some help. So my girlfriend has known about my fetish for goodnites since very early on in our relationship. We've been dating for almost a year and a half, and she's worn goodnites for me maybe 4 or 5 times. The only problem is, I can tell that when she does the sex is physically more pleasurable for me than it is for her. This isn't only because we're indulging in my fetish, the padded layer gives her less sensation during the experience. Would those of you with experience be able to give me some advice on how to make diapered sex more pleasurable for both parties? If you don't want to share your advice out in the open, feel free to direct message me.
  15. From the album OverFlo207 - 2016

    Commissioned by Carealot (Furaffinity) Also featuring Bondedfriendship (Furaffinity) My pretty baby sister, Miffy, dropping a bombshell. Who knew the cute ones did it too. ^^ And her friend, finding the stinky surprise, underneath the ewe's diapey. I'll bet my sissy smells like cinnamon...or not. ^^
  16. From the album OverFlo207 - 2016

    Flo is unpadded for once, because I wanted to show off my big round booty for a change. Riding on top of his fellow service wolf, Fenrir, Flo is in charge of helping his buddy change his diaper, if ever he should need assistance. Only problem is, big fire-breathing wolves need big diapers XD
  17. Hi all, this is my first post so sorry if it's not great! And I'm really sorry about how long it is!!! But there is a lot of peeing all the way through so I hope you won't get too bored (: I've been a long time lurker on this site and love all of your stories and thought it was time I started contributing my own (: hope you enjoy. I'll start by giving you a bit of background about myself, I'm 5ft3 with long brown curly hair which I mostly wear up in a top not bun, I'm not overweight but I am a bit on the curvier side and my bum sticks out about half a mile. I work as a support worker for adults with learning difficulties on a one to one basis and as most of the people I support are incontinent it means I can pretty much pee anywhere I want at work without anyone ever noticing!! We do "sleep-ins" here which is basically where a room is set up at work for one employee a night to sleep in, it's in place so that if anything happens with the people we support during the night the wake-in staff has a second but can only wake us up in an emergency as we are usually on shift the next day. So I was working a 14.5 hour day sleep-in then an 11 hour day, and I already had planned in my head what naughty things I was going to do :P. The guy I was supporting, let's call him David, is nocturnal he sleeps all day and is awake all night and believe me it would take a bombing to wake him. So I arrived at work at 7am had handover with the night staff lady, it was so difficult to contain my excitement knowing what my plans for this day were. Once the night staff lady was gone I put the chain on davids door as I do everyday because the other members of staff just walk in here and I don't want them knowing what I get up to at work :P. I then went to go grab one of davids night time extra absorbent pads (diapers) and put it on under my tight blue skinny jeans. With the jeans I was wearing a red fenchurch hoodie and brown lace up boots with a white fluffy turn over, I had no knickers on as to allow room for the pad (my knickers are very small). I put the pad on and went about cleaning davids flat, him being incontinenent the whole flat has linoleum floors so it's wipe clean I went about mopping the entire flat with my headphones in. I stopped to have a cup of tea and decided to release my first little bit of pee whilst I was filling the kettle it was only a small spurt probable less that a second but it instantly warmed me up and sent shivers up my spine, it felt so good that all of my hairs on my back and arms stood up and I got goosebumps. I put the kettle on to boil and decided to drink a cup of water before I had my tea, you know to make the day a little more exciting. I sat down to watch TV whilst I drank my cup of tea and kept letting out little spurts of pee with my legs up in the air so it would all pool around my bum, it felt amazing so warm and wet so I started to move my hips whilst sitting down to get that beautiful rubbing feeling a wet pad gives you and let go a quite long maybe 5 second spurt. Mmm it felt so good I didn't want to stop I wanted to empty my bladder into the pad there and then but I knew it would mess with my plans of being wet all day. I got up and started doing some more house work to distract myself, I unloaded the dishwasher from the night before and swept up the kitchen before getting ready to mop it. David has a tendency to throw things so most things he can throw get put in high places, so the dustpan and brush was on top of one of the kitchen cupboards and being quite short I have to stretch quite a lot to reach it, this caused me to leak uncontrollably in my pad as I hadn't had my morning pee. I managed to stop the flow after about 15 seconds of peeing hard into my pad. My body shivered I was so turned on. I had to try very hard to not pee when I squatted down to sweep the dirt from the floor into the dustpan but I couldn't stop my self from letting out a very slow stream for about 10 seconds I then stood up and regained control. I continued cleaning and put a load of washing in the machine then I had an idea... I had not turned the washing machine on yet and I've been working on aiming my pee for some time and felt confident enough that if I pulled my jeans and my pad down to my knees I could stand there and aim into the washing machine no problem, so that's just what I did, whilst I was peeing into the machine pee was dripping down both my legs but getting absorbed by the pad at my knees. This felt so good I didn't want to stop so I emptied my bladder into the washing machine. This felt amazing with the shivering and the goosebumps I almost climaxed right at that moment. It was another couple of hours before I had to pee again but I kept the pad on as I love the wet warm feeling around my sensitive area, I decided to be a bit more daring for my next wee, I had a long coat with me due to it being mid December so I put it on rolled a cigarette and went to grab a couple of my colleagues for a cigarette break, I stood there next to the two guys I was on shift with wetting my pad slowly whilst having a conversation with them and they were none the wiser. It felt so good that when I went back upstairs and put the chain on the door and couldn't help but stand there legs apart leaning on the door and rubbing myself. I climaxed and peed at the same time then had to sit down where I was in my very wet pad. Again a couple of hours passed I'd had 4 or 5 cups of tea and an energy drink for the diuretic effects it has, I was feeling super naughty and had another crazy idea, there was half a basket of washing that needed to go in so I thought I may aswell do it, but I thought I'd make it really dirty first so I pulled down my trousers and my pad which was sagging by now (but I knew it could take so much more) and sat on top of the laundry basket and just let go it took me a few seconds longer than normal to let go but when I did it was a powerful jet of very clear pee. I peed for about 45 seconds then made myself stop which was not an easy battle but I won none the less. I stood up and pulled up my pad and my trousers. Then without any warning I started peeing uncontrollably into my pad after the first 10 seconds I stopped trying to fight it and just let go. I wasn't worried about the pad leaking as I knew I could pee 8 full bladders worth into one of these pads before it even thought about leaking. It was a constant stream for about a minute and a half, and it was so powerful you could hear it hissing into the pad, god do I love that hissing sound. I put my hand down the front of my pad feeling all my fresh warm pee and gave myself a couple of cheeky rubs before I heard someone knock on the door of davids flat I put on my coat to cover the pad and went to answer the door. It was my boss, she asked what I was doing wearing my coat indoors and I just said I think I'm coming down with something because I'm freezing. It was about 5pm at this point and my boss had popped in unannounced because my support and development meeting was overdue. So I'm sat on the sofa in the flat in a soaking wet pad wearing a coat and sweating my butt off for an hour talking about how I get on with the team and the people we support and what I think I need help with, everytime she looked down at her notepad to write something down I pushed a little more pee into the pad. She never noticed but the pad was getting super super difficult to walk normally in as it was so full so my boss left and I went and took it off then decided not to put a new one on instead everytime I needed to pee regardless of where I was I would just drop my trousers and squat. This is one of my favourite things to do, as it feels so much naughtier than just wetting in the pad. So I started washing up and needed to pee as soon as I'd run the water so I pulled down my trousers squatted and peed for about 5-6 seconds. It was heavenly as I heard it splattering all onto the floor. I don't clean up my pee puddles instantly as I like to go round when I'm done and just clean it all one go. I washed up then had another cup of tea. I was sat watching the news when the urge struck me to go down to the sleep in room and pee somewhere in there without the person on shift in that flat noticing me just my luck Chris my colleague has just gone out for a cigarette and he was working in there so I ran down stairs went into the corner dropped my trouser and peed into the carpet. The sound of me pee hitting the carpet is my second favourite noise right after the hissing sound it makes coming out of me. I peed for about 20 seconds then pulled up my jeans so the last few drops drip there and keep me nice and damp. I didn't feel bad about peeing on the carpet as we have the carpets here cleaned professionally weekly and the whole place is getting a refurb so the carpet will be gone soon anyway. I had a cigarette then went back up to davids flat I checked him still fast asleep and I only had half hour until I was off shift and in the sleep in room so I went and pushed a couple of second spurt out in every room. In the living room I took my jeans off completely bent my legs up and put my feet on the sofa opened my legs and pushed a strong stream out for about 30 seconds it was going everywhere and you could hear it spattering all over the floor. I didn't bother putting my trousers back on I walked into the dining room sat on a chair and pushed again I felt it trickling out and pooling around my bum. I thought I was all out of pee but as I was walking through to the bathroom my bladder just relaxed uncontrollably and I pissed all the way down my legs so I stopped and just let it carry on squatting to get the last little bit out. I went and put my trousers back on without wiping and mopped up all of my pee. I sat down to have another cup of tea before handover and making my way down to the sleep in room. I went and said hello to Stephen the person we support whose flat the sleep in room is in I sat and watched tv with him until 11pm when I went out for a cigarette. I didn't realise how much I needed to pee until the cold air hit me my bladder gave a little twinge which made me cross my legs. I got to the smoking area which is in full view of the main building where the one wake in night staff was working. I was feeling daring so I lit my cigarette pulled down my trousers sat on the bench and peed..., I could hear it splattering onto the floor underneath the bench as it was cascading down through the slats. It felt so good to be so naughty knowing that the night staff lady could look out of a window any second and see me sat there peeing onto the floor. It felt so naughty, that one rub on my clit and I was full body orgasming. I relaxed sat back and finished peeing after about 2 minutes. I pulled up my trousers and let the last little bit go in them dampening my crotch quite noticeably. I went back in made myself a cup of tea and said goodnight to Stephen and locked myself in the sleeping room so he couldn't walk in. I looked at the spot in the corner where I had peed earlier and it was completely dry, it's where the ottoman goes so I had pulled that out earlier peed underneath where it was supposed to go and put it back I got ready for bed and got in and drank my cup of tea whilst watching family guy on my phone. Another hour passed and I was really getting quite deperate again so I held for another 15 minutes and couldn't possibly hold anymore so I got up and felt myself start to leak, so I dropped my pj shorts got into the corner where I had peed before and completely let go. It gushed out of me making the most audible hiss I had ever heard. It was hitting the floor and splashing back up covering me in little droplets of pee on my bum and my feet. It felt so good that I kept pushing until my bladder ached then decided I should probably get some sleep as it was now 1am and I had to be up at 6am to be back on shift for 7am. So I went to sleep. ----------------------------/ When I woke up in the morning I really needed to pee again so I opened the back door which led to an alley leading to the garden. I took my shorts off stood just inside the door aimed and peed all over the outside doormat, after all that I had drank yesterday and not having peed for 5 hours there was a lot. I timed my pee on my phone "00:02:36" I peed for two and a half minutes straight. By this time the mat was no longer containing my pee there was a little stream running down the cracks in the brick paving into the garden. I went back in showered and put back on the same clothes as the day before with the addition of a very small pink lacey thong. I went back up to davids flat got him ready for bed and got him into bed (it's so backwards supporting someone who is nocturnal) then had another 10 hours to myself. I decided that I wouldn't put a pad on today that I would just do the squat and pee thing that I did yesterday with a slight twist, that my trousers had to be off and I had to be sitting on something. So I started my day as usual and started to get really desperate around 10am so I sat on the unit under the wall mounted tv took off my trousers opened my legs and pushed to get a powerful stream through my knickers. It shot about two metres in front of me and splattered all over the black leather sofa. I didn't keep peeing forward 2 metres it was only the first bit but I peed for another 30 seconds then made myself stop as I wanted to have plenty more fun and didn't want to empty my bladder just yet. I pulled my trousers back up over my soaking wet knickers. As yesterday I kept drinking tea and coffee and soon filled up again, this time I decided to sit on the only not waterproof chair there is in this flat pull my trousers down and pee into the cushion through my panties. This feels amazing as it all pools up between your legs before the fabric gives and lets it soak in to the material. It was so warm that I just sat there having a naughty little play in front of the window where I could see out but because it's a net curtain people can't see in. It felt so liberating sat in my own pee masturbating in such a public but private place. I only had 3 hours of my shift left and as much fun as I've already had I wanted more. So I drank 2 litres of water and in half an hour I felt myself filling up again. So I pulled of my trousers and my underwear went and stood in front of a wall sat slightly using the wall for balance opened my legs as far as they would go and pushed..... it sprayed out of me so powerfully so I started directing it moving it side to side until I'd covered a good 4 square metres of the floor after this I orgasmed so powerfully that my legs gave out and I fell straight down into my puddle. I mopped up and didn't have to go again until I was on my way home but that's a story for another day. Sorry about how long it is I was trying to fit in as much detail as possible so you could all get the best experience out of my very wet two days (: hope you enjoyed reading
  18. Version 1.0.0

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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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  19. Hey all! Guess who's back... Back again. Song lyrics from 2002 aside, I did it again. Here's a fanfic from K-ON. It's on a request so I'm trying to finish it on time for them but it isn't working out too well so I've decided to release it in parts. That being said, here's part 1. Enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 1 - A Series of Unfortunate Events It’s just another day at Sakuragaoka High School. Ho-Kago Tea Time were up on the top floor, in their own personal club room, trying to practice. On any usual occasion, this would have been easy. However, on this day, they didn't sound right. Yui, Mugi, Ritsu and Azusa stood in their usual positions, playing along to the best of their ability to each song that they practiced. However, as much as they tried to ignore it, they just didn't sound the same without her. “I wonder what's up with Mio?” Ritsu muttered to herself during the band’s break as she withdrew her phone from her pocket. None of the other girls responded to this, as they were all just as clueless as she was. After finding disappointedly that Mio still hadn't replied to her messages, Ritsu reread their last conversation the day before. “Well, I'm sure she’ll be back for the concert next week, right?” She continued, “I mean, she was perfectly fine yesterday. She can't be that ill.” The other girls nodded in silent agreement. Meanwhile, Mio was laid in a hospital bed. She dreamed, of being in front of all those people in the upcoming gig, singing, playing bass, being a nervous wreck. She was shaking uncontrollably throughout the whole thing. She couldn't get over the sheer mass of people watching her play. It made her so nervous to know everyone was watching her, listening to her. She felt as if she was on the verge of tears. Just at that moment, she woke up. “Just another dream…” she thought to herself as she slowly came to. She shuffled herself slightly in the bed, and as she did, she felt the same feeling as she had felt for the whole of her life. She pulled off her covers to examine the damage to the bed sheets. Today had been one of the worst she had ever had. The wet patch had soaked through the sheets and through her pajamas, and left a considerable stain on the mattress. She had been sent into hospital as soon as she showed signs of daytime wetting too. The doctors had asked her a few questions, and then performed some scans on her before allowing her to sleep for an hour whilst they analysed the data they had collected. However, they didn't expect her to wet the bed in such a short time. The Nurse came in to check up on her, and was taken by surprise at the sight. “My, did you have an accident? I’m so sorry, we didn't realise it was that bad. I'll go get some clean sheets, can you strip the bed whilst I'm gone?” The Nurse asked, as if she was speaking to a child. Mio nodded, before blushing in embarrassment. She wouldn't have cared if it had happened at home, but being in a public hospital made it so much worse. A few moments passed, and eventually the nurse emerged with a sheet of paper, a set of new bedsheets, and a brightly coloured bag. The bag was large and rectangular, and it had a dark blue and white colour scheme. The nurse placed all of these items on the bedside table next to Mio and began to change the sheets on the bed. She paused for a moment, and handed Mio the piece of paper, giving her a few moments to read through it as she finished tidying the bed. Mio gave the paper a confused look as she realised that the notes on the paper were written in the most sophisticated way possible, with such grammatical complexion that the only way to describe it could be “doctor speak”. Mio turned the paper to the Nurse and pointed towards it with her empty hand, whilst pulling a face of confusion. The Nurse finished tidying the bed and turned to face Mio, gently teasing the paper from her hand. “Let me see here…” the Nurse began, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a pair of glasses which she proceeded to don. “Right, so these are the results of the tests”, the nurse pointed to a paragraph on the paper before continuing. “We ran your samples through our machines, and this here...” she circled a phrase with her index finger, “This says urinary incontinence.” Mio took a look for herself where the gestured circle had previously been and found the exact words she had just heard. She was about to open her mouth and ask a question before the Nurse began speaking again. “There isn't much we can do for you, this is all dependent on you. However, it's only a minor case, so you can fully recover. We’re going to give you a list with a routine of exercises to do in order to strengthen your bladder muscles, and it's up to you to do them.” The Nurse reached behind her and grasped the handle of the bag, turning it around to reveal the front side which revealed the branding. “These are Abena M4s. You're going to be wearing these in the meantime while you try to regain control of yourself.” The Nurse placed the bag on the bed, and when she looked back at Mio’s face afterwards found that she was blushing a bright red all over. “Diapers? You're putting me in diapers?!” Mio frantically asked in disbelief. She knew that she would have to get some sort of treatment for her issue but she never expected it to be a babifying treatment like this. She wanted to rebel, to say that she wasn't a baby and that she didn't need diapers, but she thought about it logically and quickly realised that she was in no position to do that after what had just happened, especially seeing that it was during only an hour of being asleep. “Right,” began the Nurse, “we need to get one of these onto you now.” She grabbed the top of the plastic bag from 2 sides and tore the dotted line open. She reached inside and pulled out one of the white rectangular undergarments and began to unfold it in front of Mio, who was watching nervously, trying to envision herself in a few moments after it had been applied. The Nurse placed the diaper on the bed next to Mio and walked over to a cupboard across the room, from which she pulled out various diaper changing items. She took them over to Mio's bed and placed them next to the diaper. She grabbed a changing mat out of the small pile and motioned for Mio to stand up. As she did, the Nurse unfolded the mat and laid it where Mio had just been sitting. “Okay, I know this is gonna sound weird, but I need you to get undressed so I can put the diaper on.” Mio glanced around her nervously in case anyone else could see. Then, she pulled off her skirt and rolled down her knee-high socks. She made a grab for her panties and as the callous tips of her fingers touched the soft, wet fabric, she was reminded of why she was doing this in the first place. At this point, it also became apparent to her that she had been holding back tears this whole time. She closed her eyes and braced herself, sniffling slightly and letting a single tear roll down her cheek gently, before she pulled her panties down to her knees and then carefully stepped out of them, making a conscious effort not to look at them directly. “Very good. Now, could you please lay back onto the mat for me darling?” The Nurse asked gently. She had clearly dealt with people like this many times before because her words were spoken just in the right way as to not upset Mio at all. As the bassist laid back on the changing mat, the Nurse cracked her fingers, preparing for the next step. She reached back for the pile again and grasped a box of wet wipes, which she opened. She removed the first wipe and pressed it gently into Mio’s upper leg, just mere inches away from her privates. The Nurse watched carefully to see how Mio reacted, and was pleasantly relieved to see that Mio did not change her expression as this happened. After being ensured that she had the all-clear, the nurse slowly and carefully wiped around Mio’s front, ensuring to avoid her privates. The Nurse gently tapped the back of Mio’s legs and motioned her to lift them up, which she did, and the Nurse continued by wiping her bottom. Several wet wipes later, the Nurse was satisfied with her cleaning job, and reached over for the last item in the pile, which was a bottle of talcum powder. She twisted the cap open and cupped her hand over it whilst flipping it over, checking to make sure it was open. When she had opened it, she sprinkled a slight amount onto the palm of her left hand and began to rub her hand around Mio’s privates, leaving a white trail of fine powder as it was spread gently across the bassist’s soft skin. After only a moment, she released her hand and reached for the diaper. Prior to this point, Mio had already been embarrassed enough, but it had suddenly dawned on her for the first time that this was actually happening. Her eyes began to water as she admitted defeat and lifted her bottom once again when the Nurse tapped her leg in the same way as she had previously, and slid the Abena under her. She lowered her backside onto the delicate padding of the crinkly white garment and as her skin gently rubbed against its soft interior, her tear ducts gave into the pressure and she began to cry. Whilst Mio continued to weep, the Nurse finished her job by pulling up the front side of the Abena and reached for the tapes at the side, sticking them firmly onto the front side. “There. All done.” The Nurse sighed, wiping the sweat from her brow. “These should last three to four full wets, but judging from your accident you had just now, I would say two to three.” Mio slowly stopped crying and built up enough courage to look down at her diaper. The diaper itself was much thicker than she had originally anticipated and Mio noticed within a matter of seconds that it was quite restricting because of this. The bed below her was indistinguishable through the thick rear padding, and the diaper itself was extremely soft on the interior. She noticed that she still had her legs spread open for the Nurse to be able to fit the garment and began to close them. She almost fully brought them together them before the padding in between her legs completely stopped them from touching. “So,” said the Nurse, handing Mio a newly-printed sheet of A4 paper, “these are your exercises. Now, I understand, both from the scans and your own words, that recently you noticed that your bladder was very weak, but you can still barely control it. What we aim to do is slowly strengthen the muscles so that the urge you get as you suddenly start to pee will slowly become an urge you get before you have an accident.” Mio listened intently, and once handed the sheet began reading through its contents. Once the two had finished their lengthy conversation about changing diapers, how to do the exercises and general chit-chat, the Nurse reclaimed Mio’s clothes from the washing machine and sent her out of the door, hand clasped around the handle of an unmarked white bag containing the diapers. The first thing the newly-diapered Mio noticed as she began to walk away was her inability to walk properly. The large poofy mass in between her legs prevented her from using her legs in her usual way, and resulted in what is most accurately described as “the waddle”. Mio glanced at other sufferers of various illnesses at the hospital as she waddled through the corridors, making sure nobody was picking up the cause of her odd walk. After the first 5 minutes, her waddle became slowly less noticeable as she adapted and learned to walk whilst diapered. Just a few moments later, she arrived at the front door. Pushing the door open, Mio emerged from the hospital, still waddling to some degree, and still carrying the Abenas, carefully secluded in her inconspicuous bag. The wind blew gently through the trees as the girl breathed in her well-missed fresh air. Mio's phone buzzed in her pocket, and the high schooler reached into her coat and removed her phone, reading her newest notification. The wind began to blow harder and Mio, without a free hand, was unable to stop it from blowing the rear end of her skirt up, exposing her padded undergarment underneath. Not 5 metres away from the hospital doors and Mio had already had her new secret publicly announced. To make matters worse, as she panicked and tried to free a hand to lower her skirt, she attempted to replace her phone in her pocket but in doing so dropped it to the floor, attracting more people to stare at her and notice her diaper. She blushed a bright red and walked as fast as she could away from the area, avoiding the eyes of everyone staring at her as she left them in the dust. She could already tell at this point that wearing these was going to prove difficult. To be continued...
  20. From the album OverFlo207 - 2016

    Bladewolf....The only one I will ever love ^^ This is my very first drawing I ever did, when I became a diaper artist for Omorashi. Because when Sketchman was still drawing for Omorashi, I really loved all his messy diaper art, so he inspired this naughty doggy, Flo, to start drawing diaper (f)art as well XD And this is Bladewolf (aka Lq-84i) My favorite of the big booty robots from the Metal Gear series...though Crying Wolf is a close second (why haven't I drawn her yet!...grrr, theres no time...somebody commission me to draw that big robot wolf sometime ^^) Anyway, I just thought I'd do a special edition (CLEAN version only) of my very first pic...that is all :)
  21. Fin - Sailor Babe (Messy) by OverFlo207

    From the album OverFlo207 - 2016

    I love candy and sweet things, what can I say? ^^
  22. Went to sleep with a full bladder. Woke up to this. Big tick in the box I think
  23. Nappy day's at the K-on club

    From the album My artwork ^w^

    It's not a new one but I have to re-upload to my gallery...

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  24. From the album OverFlo207 - 2016

    Gift for my bro Aceheroic Ace is a lot of things...he is: My bestie, beyond friendly, a great roleplayer, very responsive, a cute baby, very huggable, super charitable, an adorable sissy like me, always keeping Flo happy, very comforting to lonely puppies...like me, fun to bottlefeed, very welcoming, a blind baby, a good mommy when I beg him to be, fun to change when he's a baby, fun to get changed by, very prefferant of breastfeeding over bottlefeeding, always making time for me :3, my coolest brother ever, and he's very tolerant of a stinky baby like me :3 And so it is the least I can do, to give my special little baby bro, the hug he deserves. He's the best Christmas present ever!.......even if he's making stinky in his diapey..>///<..
  25. Hallows Eve -1980 The girl with the frizzy brown hair stood by her locker eyeing her friend suspiciously. Clearly she had gone mad, right? A Halloween Party? With Sarah Abrams? That girl was going to channel every demon in a ten mile vicinity, and for what? Shits and giggles? “Don’t give me that look, Jazzy. It’s just for fun!” Yep, just as she thought. Shits and giggles. “She’s not actually going to summon anything. You don’t honestly believe her, do you?” Jasmine shook her head as she fished out her pre-calculous notebook from her locker while her best friend since third grade rattled on about the upcoming party. “It just sounds so cliché and stupid.” She interrupted. “That’s the point!” Clarissa said. “It’s Halloween! And what’s scarier than geometry?” “My Catholic parents when they find out I went to a party with a Wiccan as the headliner- not to mention there’s probably going to be a keg. They’ll murder me! And there’s Pre-calculus, the dentist.” Jasmine listed off. “What does geometry have to do with any of this?” “Her words, not mine. Look, people have been doing this junk for thousands of years, no one’s ever ‘opened a portal to the other side’” Clarissa said making air quotes with her fingers. “And she’s not a Wiccan, she’s a spiritualist. She’s not as weird as you make her out to be.” “The girl claims to have pet spirits that do her bidding!” Jasmine said. “Great, then when she threatens us with one of her pet spirits, you can threaten her with one of your pet rocks.” Clarissa said with a smirk. “We’re not even breaking out a Ouija board- the most cliché of all Halloween activities. ” “You leave my pet rocks out of this.” Jasmine mumbled. “I don’t get why you collect those things.” “They’re cute.” “They’re rocks! Look, anyway Michael Simmons will be there.” Clarissa said in a sing song voice as she leaned against the lockers. “I would hope so; it’s at his house.” “Come with me! There’s a pool table, I even heard he’s got an Atari!” “No, it’s not my kind of thing.” “He likes you.” “Does not.” It was a blatant lie. Right? She could feel her face flush at the possibility. “Come with me or Raggedy Ann gets it.” Jasmine narrowed her eyes. She wouldn’t. The smirk on Clarissa’s face said she would. “Raggedy Andy will be so lonely without her.” Clarissa changed her voice into a higher pitch. “Help me, Jazzy, the mean lady’s gonna get me!” The warning bell rang signaling the end of the discussion. “I have to go, but tell me you’ll think about it?” Jasmine let out a sigh. “Fine, I’ll think about it.” “It’ll be bitchin’!” ………………………………………………………………………………………. “This is so not bitchin’” Jasmine mumbled as she sat off by herself in the basement of Michael Simmons house. Where his parents were she had no idea, but it was only a matter of time before the cops showed up. She had spent the first hour admiring the place. It was obvious the family was quite well to do. She had never been inside such a huge, well furnished house. They had even gone all out with the decorations. The front yard had been made up to look like a cemetery inhabited by giant spiders by the looks of the cobwebs. The lights were all dimmed low casting an eerie shade of purple that made her white dress glow from the black lights throughout the house. RC Cola and Snickers sat on the kitchen table. She thought she might even have fun. Then the keg came. Now everyone was acting like idiots. The music had gone up to a deafening pitch, the strobe lights were giving her a migraine, and she couldn’t find Clarissa anywhere. She tried to maneuver the crowds of drunken teenagers, but after several elbows to the face, she gave up in search for a more peaceful sanctuary. A television had been set up across the room marathoning horror films. By the sound of it Jason was wreaking havoc at Camp Crystal Lake, followed by the murders of Michael Myers and the possession of little Reagan. No movies she was technically allowed to watch, but she would have preferred them to being up stairs. She had even gotten through half of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre before she took her eyes off the screen to find the area around her had turned into something resembling an orgy. She had then grabbed her beanbag chair and scooted as far away from the STD swap meet as possible. So now here she sat alone in the dark, running her bare feet through the shag carpeting. Parties and crowds just weren't her thing. She had come to the conclusion an hour ago finding her friend would be hopeless. She was most likely already under the sheets with some guy she had just met. How had she let herself get talked into this? She’d rather get lost in a book alone in her room, but Clarissa had insisted she come, only for her to turn around and ditch her. Should she try to make a break for it? But that meant going back upstairs into the chaos, and marijuana smoke clouds. No, she was much better off waiting for her friend to find her. She was her ride home after all. Jasmine tensed as she heard a hoard of footsteps stampede down the basement steps towards her. She briefly made eye contact with Sarah Abrams before looking back down at her feet. She could hear her buzzed and obnoxious voice explaining how tarot card readings worked. She seemed to be enjoying the attention. Doesn’t she realize she was invited as a joke? Well, whatever, if Sarah Abrams wanted to make a fool of herself for popularity points, who was Jasmine to stop her? Jasmine watched as Sarah took a seat at a nearby table with Stacy Richter from English AP as a line quickly formed behind her. Jasmine looked on with mild curiosity, before a voice next to her startled her. “She’s doing palm readings.” Jasmine looked up to find a slightly red faced Clarissa. “I’ve been looking for you, have you been down here the whole time?” her voice was slurred, and she seemed a bit unsteady on her feet. She seriously doubted Clarissa noticed she was missing. “How many beers have you had?” Jasmine asked. She rolled her eyes as Clarissa giggled sounding more than a little guilty. There went her ride home, Jasmine thought with a sigh. She’d have to walk the two miles home. No way was she going to call her parents in the middle of the night to pick her up from a party she wasn’t supposed to be at in the first place. As far as her parents knew, she was staying out late at a youth group function. Well if it was any consolation, she knew the girl sucking face on the right couch cushion from church. “Are you having fun?” Clarissa slurred. “Yeah, totally.” Jasmine said heavy on the sarcasm as she stood up from her bean bag chair to stretch. “Cool! I’m glad. You need to get out more.” Her friend was too inebriated to catch the hint, even hints as obvious as a wrecking ball. “HEY, SARAH!” Jasmine cringed. She didn’t need the hearing in her left ear anyway. “WHEN’S THE SHOW GONNA START?” Jasmine plugged her ears as Clarissa continued to have a ear splitting conversation over her head with Sarah Abrams about the inner workings of Sacred Geometry. She didn’t see how writing math problems on a wall was supposed to do anything other than piss off the cleaning lady. “Hello, ladies. Are you having fun?” Jasmine swallowed. Hard. A sharp elbow to the ribs, in what she assumed was supposed to pass for a gentle nudge, made her cry out in pain. “Yeah. Fun.” Jasmine said through clenched teeth as she smacked her drunken friend upside the back of the head with her palm. Michael Simmons, with his brown curly hair that hung just inches above his golden eyes, stood before them. He fake pouted as he took in Jasmine’s expression. “You don’t look like you’re having fun.” Jasmine let out a nervous laugh as she fingered the heart shaped locket around her neck. “I’m not a big fan of crowds.” She admitted. “You just need to loosen up, you know?” Michael said. He eyed Clarissa for a moment and the two seemed to share a smile. The inside of Jasmine died a little as her eyes cast down. Of course he would rather fancy someone like fun loving Clarissa Jenkins over the shy bookworm like herself. She looked back up to find him staring at her. “Can I get you a drink?” He asked. “Oh, umm, I don’t drink. Thank you though.” Might as well seal the coffin to her social life as well. “Not even soda?” She smiled as he cocked his head to the side. He was so cute when he turned his head like that. A brief fantasy of being led by the hand to the couch with the others crossed her mind for a split second. Her? Suck face with Michael Simmons? Her face flushed with heat. Oh god, why was he still staring at her like that? Wait, she hadn’t answered his question! She shook her head “no” but the words “yes, please” came out. She was so awkward. She watched him head back up the stairs and admired the way his bell bottoms hung off his hips. She couldn’t stop herself from shouting, “NO ALCOHOL...please.” He turned back and smiled. “No alcohol, I promise.” He turned his attention back to Clarissa. “Another beer?” She agreed and he disappeared up the stairs. “He likes you.” Clarissa hissed in her ear. “Wh-what? No, he-” “He’s getting you a drink!” She insisted. “He’s getting you a drink too!” “He asked you first!” “He saved the best for last!” “Make a move before someone else snatches him up, girl!” Clarissa said. “A guy like that isn’t staying single for long. He’s handsome, nice, fun, and have you seen the place? His family’s loaded!” “Then you date him if you like him that much!” Jasmine said. She regretted the words as soon as they left her lips. If Clarissa went after him, Jasmine didn’t stand a chance. “So what does his family do?” She asked in order to change the subject. “That’s something to ask him about.” She said with a wink. “Ask who what?” Michael said from behind her. Jasmine jumped a little before he handed them each a plastic cup. “A beer for you, and a soda for you.” He smiled as Jasmine accepted the cup. He had even gone to the trouble of putting it in a cup of ice for her. She took a gulp and cringed. It tasted off. A little bit bitter even; it still tasted like cola, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. “Something the matter?” “Uh, no. It just tastes...different.” She explained. He frowned. “Here, let me try.” Clarissa said taking the cup from her. She took a sip and shrugged. “Tastes fine to me.” she said before handing it back. Jasmine frowned. Was it just her imagination or was Clarissa too drunk to notice? “The carbonation could be off; they were left sitting in the hot car all day.” He paused seemingly lost in thought for a moment. “I could get you another.” “Are you really going to make him go all the way back upstairs, through the throngs of people for a soda. It’s so far.” Clarissa teased, exaggerating every word. Jasmine’s face fell. She didn’t mean it like that! She wasn’t asking anyone to go out of their way for her, she was just making a statement. She could feel her face flush with embarrassment as Michael joined in exaggerating all the work he had done to bring her that drink. Clarissa sealed her fate when she added she was being ungrateful. Jasmine knew they weren’t serious, but how did the saying go? There’s always a little bit of truth in every “just kidding?” She hadn’t meant to sound so picky! She could feel the beginnings of tears sting her eyes and she desperately tried to fight them. Curse her social anxiety! She tried to backtrack. “It’s fine guys, really. It’s probably just me!” Jasmine said taking a big drink to prove her point. It wasn’t really that bad or anything. Maybe it was just in her head. She took another drink. They seemed relieved. Maybe it wasn’t just her that didn’t like forcing themselves through walls of people. “I’m going to start, it’s fifteen minutes to midnight.” a new voice next to them said. Jasmine looked over and nearly jumped. The white painted face of Sarah Abrams was staring at her a few inches away. How long had she been standing there? “Cool, sounds fun.” Michael said. Clarissa followed him over the the far right wall where Sarah had already set up some kind of display. Sarah whispered something in Jasmine’s ear, but she didn’t quite catch it. Did she say “Don’t wink?” Jasmine wasn’t quite sure what she had expected to happen. She thought there’d be more candles. And chanting. There was neither. The part of her raised in religion was relieved, maybe she wouldn’t have to be baptized in holy water after this. Another part of her was disappointed though. If this was the main event, it was a bit of a let down. They all stood around Sarah and watched her dip her hand in a bag of what appeared to be fireplace soot and draw a five foot pentagram on the wall. Creepy? A bit, but not at all what she had seen in movies. No dead animals? No sacrificial virgin? No blood? What were those numbers she was drawing in the stars points? Was that the geometry? It didn’t look like geometry. There was no Co, Sin, and Tan. Well...maybe there was a bit of sin of the other variety. Jasmine stood back and watched taking sips of her drink every now and then as Sarah continued putting the finishing touches on her masterpiece. The only other thing besides the numbers that stood out to her was in the very center of the pentagram were two crudely drawn stick figures, one large and one small, holding hands. It was so simple, but something about it was just mildly unnerving. Jasmine couldn’t stop staring at, almost as if she was drawn to it. She absentmindedly sucked down the last of her drink all the while never breaking eye contact. Sarah stepped back and dusted her hands off. She looked at her little book, then back to the wall before shrugging. “That’s it.” She said. It was three minutes until midnight. The crowd was growing restless. Jasmine was beginning to feel anxious. Two minutes until midnight. It was so quiet quiet you could hear a pin drop. One minute. Jasmine felt sick. Her stomach was in knots with a sudden rush of anxiety. What was going to happen? Was she going to summon a demon? Would Sara change her mind about sacrificing a virgin? Was she the only virgin here? Her mouth had gone dry. She was sweating profusely. Was it always so hot here or was it just because there were so many more people? Or was it because all hell was going to break loose? Was that sulfur she smelled or just B.O? The clock chimed midnight. Jasmine stared wide eyed at the pentagram waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And then it happened. Absolutely nothing. She breathed a sigh of relief. Sarah simply smiled and shrugged. A boy from the photography club took her picture standing next to her graffiti. The crowd was beginning to disperse after a few minutes. The show was over, but Jasmine couldn’t stop staring. Her breath was caught in her throat. She let out a moan of terror and pointed to the wall. “The stick figures are moving!” People rushed back to come see, but they soon left disappointed. Jasmine couldn’t understand. They were swaying back and forth in the center of the pentagram. They were coming to get her! Why was no one else noticing this? She heard a giggle coming from the back of the room. She knew that giggle. Clarissa. She tore her eyes away from the pentagram to find her when she noticed it wasn’t just the figures moving; it was everything! Objects and shapes danced in her vision while the lights in the room displayed indescribable colors. She took a step back and tripped over her feet, but someone caught her mid fall. “Are you okay? You don’t look so good.” It was Sarah Abrams. A blurry Sarah Abrams, but Sarah Abrams nonetheless. Jasmine could feel the sweat pouring down her face. Nothing had happened, but she still felt as if she was in danger. Anxiety was building in her chest. Was it because of Sarah? It had to be! “Their coming!” Jasmine said as she tried to free herself from Sarah’s grip. “Who is coming?” “The things you summoned! Let me go!” Sarah smiled weakly. “That whole thing? It’s just an act. I didn’t summon anything. You don’t think I actually believe in all this stuff, do you?” “You don’t?” Jasmine was stunned. “Then what about your necklace, and your clothes, and…” “This old thing?” Sarah looked at her pentagram necklace. “My grandma’s a spiritualist. She gave it to me. I thought it looked cool. She taught me a few things, but I don’t actually think it works. Between you and me, that palm reading thing earlier? Bull. I was making it all up. Just be vague and tell people what they want to hear. I don’t even know how to read palms. As for the clothes.” Sarah shrugged again. “I like black.” Jasmine felt angry. Irrationally so. She wanted to lash out, to tell the world she was a fraud, a charlatan, but she seemed to have forgotten how to talk. Objects around her were fading in and out. Her mouth felt funny. She could taste the noise in the room. It was unpleasant. Her senses her intertwining. The lights smelt of oranges and mothballs. “Maybe you should sit down. Your pupils are the size of marbles.” “I like marbles, I don’t know where they are though.” Jasmine said before letting out a string of unintelligible words and sounds. “Uh-huh, yeah, I can tell you can’t find your marbles. Let’s go to the couch.” Sarah led Jasmine by the arm and had her sit down. Jasmine ran her finger over the fabric. Was the couch always this texture? It was so soft and the colors were so vibrant. She ran her hand up and down the couch several times. “I don’t feel good.” Jasmine said after a few minutes of running her hands and toes through the carpeting. “Do you know what you had?” “A soda.” Jasmine answered in between letting out another slew of words. “What was in the soda? Jasmine?” No response. “Jasmine! I need you to tell me what was in the soda? Do you know?” “Just.. . . ice. Why is your face moving?” She didn’t like this. The colors were too bright. She felt afraid, but couldn’t quite place the reason. She picked up a button off the floor and admired its intricate pattern to keep her mind on something else. “You had more than just soda, do you know who gave you the drink? No, Jasmine, don’t put that in your mouth! Who gave you the drink?” “They said I was ungrateful because it tasted funny.” She was hit by an overwhelming feeling of sadness. Her chest hurt, her head felt weird, and she just wanted to go home. She curled up in a ball. “I’m scared. The lights are talking.” “Hey, it’s going to be okay, but I need to figure out what you had and how much. Do you remember who gave you the drink?” “My friends Michael and Clarissa.” “Ok, I’m going to go talk to them. Stay here, and stop putting things you find on the ground in your mouth!” Jasmine sat alone on the couch for a few minutes before she began to squirm in place. What was wrong now? More stress? No, something was building inside of her. She inwardly groaned. She had to pee. She sat up as the room began to spin. Was there a bathroom down here? Ah, there’s a toilet! She made it halfway across the room before she stopped herself and realized where she was headed. Jasmine rubbed her face in her hands before she silently scolded herself. Potted plant and a toilet are not the same thing! She took the stairs slowly one at a time as she hung onto the handrail with a death grip. She tested each step with her foot before putting her full weight on it. The steps appeared to sway back and forth, side to side and up and down. She could feel her stomach beginning to make the same movements. She stopped to grab herself. How did she not notice she had to go this bad? She fell forward on her hands and knees. Her right knee began to ooze purple sludge. She could hear whispers coming from the walls, but couldn’t make out the words. She wanted to sit and cry. Why had she even come up here? Her bladder reminded her. Jasmine closed her knees together and proceeded up the rest of the stairs on all fours as if that’s how one would normally go about it. She could see the bathroom door now. She ever so slowly inched herself up onto her feet by grabbing onto the coffee table and hoisting herself up. Time seemed sped up. People raced around her in a blur, she tried to pay them no mind. She made a beeline for the bathroom door. Everything was rushing by her! She was going too fast! She was going to crash! Jasmine walked face first into the door. She briefly collected herself and opened it. She had made it! But why were there two toilets? And why were they so high up? She opened the lid. Why were there clothes in the toilet bowl? She grabbed the clothes and threw them on the floor before pulling her panties down. She was right about to hoist herself up when someone caught her attention. “Woah, what are you doing?” a guy said. “Get out!” Jasmine yelled covering herself. “Occupied!” “If you’re looking for the bathroom it’s the next door over, that’s a washing machine!” Jasmine looked back at the toilet. The fog had lifted a little as the large, white, and now square shape of the washing machine came into clarity. Had she really almost peed inside it? Jasmine shuffled off towards the next room, panties still around her ankles. The voices were getting louder. They came from everywhere and nowhere all at once. She got to the bathroom door only to find it locked. She knocked on the door with her fist, but it bounced back as if the door was made of rubber. She thought it was neat. She hit the door harder and harder, but still her fist mildly sunk in before springing back. Was the door made of rubber or was it her hand? She examined her hand only to find it covered in green slime. “You couldn’t wait two seconds? I said I was coming!” The occupier of the bathroom came storming out after flinging the door open. It was Stayce Richer from AP English. Her face fell when she eyed Jasmine. “Holy shit, what happened to you? Did you get mugged or something?” “No, I just--” Jasmine stopped as she looked back at her hand. It was no longer green, but covered in fresh red blood. “Come in, here, I think there’s some bandages in the medicine cabinet.” Stayce said. Jasmine paused halfway in. There were so many voices. She looked to Stayce who seemed just as confused. “I think it’s the plumbing. I think the voices are coming from the people in the basement and it’s carrying through the pipes or something.” Jasmine relaxed. It sounded like a perfectly reasonable explanation. She watched Stayce wet a washcloth in the sink and wipe Jasmine’s knee with it as she sat in the edge of the bath tub. Jasmine winced. She hadn’t noticed her knee was bleeding too. She looked up from her knee and screamed. Giant arms were stretching through the wall and reaching out towards them. Jasmine fell back into the bathtub as the massive extremities grabbed Stayce by the waist and pulled her back. Stayce screamed as she tried to fight them, but she was overpowered. She managed to stretch forward and dig her fingernails into the hardwood floor of the bathroom, but the arms dragged her back. Her fingernails left gashes behind in the wood before being ripped off one by one. And then Stayce Richer was gone, stolen by the arms and taken into the wall. Pt 2 ………………………………………………………………………………………….. Jasmine screamed at the top of her lungs and ran through the kitchen and back into the basement. She curled in a ball and cried. It took close to a half hour to get her to calm down enough to say what had happened. She was only vaguely aware of someone lightly stroking her head. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the arms taking Stayce into the wall. She heard her screams, heard the click click click of her nails breaking. Saw the blood trail. There was something here. And no one believed her. “YOU IDIOT! YOU GAVE HER 300 UG?!” Came Clarissa’s voice from beside her somewhere. “You were supposed to give her Fifty! Fifty!” “You said you wanted her to lighten up and have fun!” Michael said defensively. “Fifty is so small. I take 300 all the time!” “That’s because you’re a junkie! You’re used to it; she’s not!” “Does it look like she’s having fun?” Sarah said from above her. Jasmine wondered for a brief moment how she had ended up in Sarah’s lap, but the thought passed as quickly as it came. Her fingers felt nice on her scalp, and whenever her body began to involuntarily tremble in fear, an arm would wrap around her. She couldn’t believe why she hadn’t noticed how nice she was. “I still can’t believe you guys gave her acid without telling her.” Clarissa and Michael hung their heads. “She’ll be okay; she’s just having a bad trip.” “I’m starting to wish she really had peed on your clothes.” Sarah mumbled. “What?” Michael said. “Jake said he found her about to use your washing machine as a toilet. Oh and you might want to get your bathroom door replaced before your parents get home. She’s stronger than she looks. Punched a hole right in it.” Jasmine mumbled into Sarah’s chest. Her bladder gave a strong warning pang. “What is it, hun?” “Have to pee. Bad. I’ll go here.” she mumbled. “NO!” Michael shouted making Jasmine jump. “Please take her to the bathroom. Someone. ” “C’mon, hun, let’s go upstairs. I’ll help you.” Sarah said. “Let me fix those cuts of yours too.” Jasmine began to shake again. The bathroom was where the thing was! “I can’t! It’s where the monster is! Please, please don’t make me go in there!” Jasmine begged. She could feel the bile rising in her throat at the mere thought. Tears streamed down her face. “There’s no monster, Jazzy! You were hallucinating! You’re just in the middle of a bad trip is all.” Clarissa said. “Something’s here! It took Stayce!” “No one took Stayce, Jazz.” “Then why can’t you find her?” “Because she probably went home; it’s late!” “It’s going to be okay, Jasmine, I’ll stay with you if you want. Nothing’s going to hurt you, I promise!” Sarah said. Jasmine began to cry harder. “I can’t go in there!” They all argued back and forth, but after a few minutes it became apparent Jasmine wasn’t budging. “Wasn’t your grandma living here a few months ago once she got out of the nursing home?” Clarissa asked Michael. “Ugh, yeah. I miss the city. That’s why we moved out here in the middle of nowhere last year. The smell was terrible.” He scrunched up his face when he realized where she was going with this. “You’re not serious, are you?” “That or your favorite couch cushion. She won’t remember any of this in the morning.” Clarissa said. “You still have any or not?” He frowned. “I’m not changing her.” “You’re not going anywhere near her!” Sarah shot back. “Just go get them and come back. And bring a blanket!” Jasmine curled up in a tighter ball and rocked back and forth. The urge was growing worse and worse. An accident was imminent. She didn’t know what was going on, but she just couldn’t go back there. Something was still here. If she had an accident, oh well. She was even debating on just letting go here and now to get it over with. They had bigger problems. “What’s taking him so long?” Clarissa mumbled. “Do you think you can hold it much more?” Sarah whispered in Jasmine’s ear. “No.” She admitted. “I need to go NOW!” “Umm, umm, umm.” Sarah said looking around. “Hand me that cup over there!” “Eww, seriously?” Clarissa said with a cringe, but she complied. “Do you think you can stand?” “I can’t go upstairs. Please, no!” “I know, I’m not making you go upstairs. I promise. You’re gonna pee in this. Think you can do that?” Jasmine nodded and shakily got to her feet. The room still spun, but it wasn’t as scary now that she knew the cause. She only feared the monster. She was about to reach for her underwear, but Sarah led her by the hand to the corner farthest away from the people congregated in front of the television. She was still in full view, until Sarah turned her back to her and stretched out her arms acting as a barricade. She handed Jasmine the cup, but Jasmine dropped it. Sarah picked it up and tried again, only to have the same thing happen. “Do you...need help?” Sarah asked after a few seconds once she heard the cup fall to the floor for a third time. “Yes,” Jasmine said softly. “I’m seeing double. I’m sorry.” “This isn’t your fault; it’s theirs.” Sarah picked up the cup for a time and turned to find Jasmine bent in a ball with her hands up her dress. “Do you care if I. . .see. It’ll be faster.” “I don’t care, just hurry!” “Pull down your panties.” Sarah whispered. Jasmine tried, but she couldn’t move her hands away.” “Too late!” Jasmine mumbled. She could feel some leak down her legs. Sarah shot her hand under her dress and tugged her panties down for her. “Spread your legs a little.” Sarah said as she held the cup under her. “Now bend your knees. There, like that. Phew, that was close.” Jasmine leaned against Sarah’s shoulders for support and rested her head against her neck. Sarah wrapped her free arm around Jasmine and rubbed her back. “Just think, you can throw it on Michael when you’re done.” Jasmine smiled a little and closed her eyes. She sighed as she felt the pressure leave her abdomen. “That’s it.” Sarah whispered. Sarah watched the cup fill up with morbid fascination as the warm liquid poured into it. She never thought she’d have to help anyone in such an intimate way. For Jasmine, the skin ship felt good in her heightened sense of awareness. She wobbled a bit, but threw her arms around Sarah’s neck until she felt the last remaining trickle escape. “Are you all done?” Sarah whispered. “Mmhmm.” She wasn’t sure whether to feel more embarrassed or relieved. They broke apart as Sarah set the cup in the corner, before she had Jasmine step out of her wet panties completely. “We’re bringing you some new underwear, the crisis is averted for the time being, but just put up with it.” Michael silently set the pack down along with the blanket. “Are those?” Jasmine asked as she saw Sarah coming towards her. “But...why?” “We think it would be best if you slept it off down here for the rest of the night. Clarissa doesn’t think you’ll remember any of your hallucinations in the morning, and if you do, the more rational part of your brain will kick in. It would be best if someone watched over you the rest of the night.” “But why the…” “Are you going to go upstairs next time?” Jasmine eyes went wide as she shook her head. “That’s why. You at least won’t have to worry about that, and it’s just in case you confuse another random object for a toilet again.” Jasmine scowled as Sarah smirked. “I really saw something though. . .” Jasmine mumbled. Sarah didn’t respond as she began to dig through the bag. Jasmine stood by hanging onto the arm of the couch for support as she looked up. The popcorn ceiling took on odd shapes. The more she focused on it the more she was convinced she could see faces staring down at her. She looked away convinced the faces were monstrously disfigured and judgemental. Jasmine tried to focus on the couch fibers, but the faces in the ceiling were beginning to talk to each other. Her blood ran cold. It was just like before. Jasmine trembled in fear. “We have to leave!” She shouted. Sarah looked up to see Jasmine visibly upset. “We’re not safe here!” Jasmine continued. Tears spilled down her face. She tried to take a step towards the stairs, but her vertigo made her stumble to the ground. She curled into a ball and plugged her ears. She could still hear the voices. A hand began to rub her back, but it did little to ease her fear. “We have to leave! We have to leave!” She repeated over and over. Sarah tried to get an explanation, but all she managed to get out was, “the voices are coming!” “Is she going to be okay?” Clarissa asked. “I’ve never seen anyone react this bad.” “She’s paranoid. I heard one of my cousins friends had a bad trip like this. Clawed himself open because he thought maggots were crawling under his skin. Ended up in the hospital.” Michael said. “Should we take her to the hospital then?” Clarissa asked. “No way! My parents would kill me if they knew I was giving out their drugs.” “Their drugs?” Sarah asked. Michael just shrugged. “What was it that your parents did again?” “Buying and selling.” “Your parents are drug dealers!” “What? No! Stocks! They buy and sell stocks! I think…” “Drug dealers! Our town didn’t even have a drug problem until your family moved here last summer!” “We’re not drug dealers!” Michael insisted. “They just like to blow off steam once in awhile. They just don’t know I sometimes get into their stash.” “Well if you have so much experience then, what do we do about her?” Sarah asked, her voice rising with every word as she pointed to the trembling ball on the ground that was Jasmine. “We just have to calm her down. The biggest danger to her is herself. If she can go to sleep she’ll be fine. We can take her up to one of the guest rooms where it’s quieter and-” “She just peed in a fucking cup because she’s too scared to go upstairs!” “Fine, then she can sleep down here! Someone needs to watch her though. We can take turns and-.” “You’ve done enough! I’ll stay with her.” Sarah said. “Why don’t you go ruin someone else’s life?” She grumbled under her breath, not quite silently enough. “What the hells your problem? We just wanted her to lighten up and have some fun!” “FUN? You think poisoning your friends is FUN? You think I had FUN taking care of my mom when she was strung out? You think I had FUN at her funeral last summer when she over dosed?” “Both of you! Calm down!” Clarissa said getting in between them. “Sarah, I’m really sorry about your mom. We made a mistake, but if you have experience in what to do with this situation that doesn’t involve getting her grounded for the rest of her life, we’d appreciate it.” “My mom was more into meth than acid, but it’s like he said. We should probably calm her down.” The group looked to Jasmine who was still huddled in the fetal position on the basement floor. Sarah leaned down close enough to hear Jasmine whispering, “They’re coming. They’re coming.” She flinched at Sarah’s touch, but a few gentle strokes of her head and back seemed to stop the violent trembling. “Jasmine, Jasmine, look at me! You’re safe! I promise.” Sarah whispered in her ear. Jasmine’s eyes were large, wild and filled with terror as they searched the room looking for any sign of the invisible dangers. Sarah brushed back Jasmine’s bangs that were matted down with sweat. “The more worked up you get the worse you’re going to feel. You need to stay calm.” “We can’t stay here!” Jasmine’s voice cracked with a heavy sob. “This is the safest place for you right now. Nothing’s going to get you. We need to let the LSD run its course before you can leave, so we’re going to set you up a place to sleep it off down here.” “No! Please don’t leave me!” Jasmine begged. If they all left her down here alone she would surely be taken by the monsters in the walls. “Hey, don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay with you all night if you want me to. We’re not going to leave you down here by yourself where you can hurt yourself. Speaking of…” Sarah grabbed Jasmine’s hand and examined her fingernails. “Sharp… I don’t want you ending up like Michael’s friend. Do you have anything to put over her hands? Like gloves or something so she doesn’t scratch herself?” Michael shrugged. “I can look.” he said. Sarah gave him a list of things to bring down so they could set up a place for Jasmine. Sarah looked around the room for a place to take care of what came next. She finally settled on dragging a few chairs over and throwing the blanket up and over them to make a make shift tent. “I’m scared.” Jasmine said. Sarah looked over and gave her a sympathetic smile before pulling her into a tight embrace. Jasmine let her lead her by the hand as she crawled into the blanket fort. It reminded her of being kid and brought her a little comfort. She laid out on her back as instructed unsure of what was going on. She looked up at the lights shining through the tiny holes in the fabric. The odd shapes they took reminded her of a kaleidoscope. If it wasn’t for the severe paranoia and anxiety that sat in her chest like a rock, this experience wouldn’t be so bad. The innumerable sights, smells, and vibrant colors might even be considered fun, but the knowledge of what lurked upstairs ready to pounce left her trembling like a small child afraid of what lurked in the closet. A comforting hand rested on Jasmine’s thigh. “No one can see.” Sarah whispered. The two girls made eye contact before Sarah pushed Jasmine’s dress up past her belly button leaving her completely exposed. Urine still coated her inner thighs leaving damp streaks on her skin. She wanted to pull away and cover herself, but the mental fog prevented her from doing much more than letting out an embarrassed squeak. The voices joined in seemingly to torment her further. She still couldn’t understand them, but they must have been there to mock her before taking her into the walls. “I’m going to clean you with a wipe, okay? You’re wet.” Jasmines felt the cool wipe start off near her ankles, before it began climbing higher and higher up her legs. She squirmed from equal parts embarrassment and cold as the cloth was guided into her more intimate areas. This really wasn’t how she had imagined being touched there for the first time. Jasmine had never had such an emotional night. Her moods seemed to balance on a delicate lever ready to be switched on and off at the slightest of circumstances. She loved her friends. She hated her friends for poisoning her.. She was having fun. She was terrified of the things they said were hallucinations. She disliked Sarah for being a fraud and a weirdo, and now her emotions were changing again. There was plenty of anger, but it was turned to herself. How could Jasmine have been so judgmental towards this girl? Underneath the gothic makeup was the kindest soul she had ever met. This whole time she had only been thinking others. She did her best to entertain them- not for popularity like Jasmine had originally assumed, but for their amusement. Jasmine covered her face and cried out. How could she describe all these feelings? Gratefulness? Shame? Maybe even a tad bit of arousal as Sarah’s hand began to clean more intimate areas. She was doing something so disgusting and revolting for a girl she hardly knew. Jasmine sure wouldn’t be cleaning up pee off a stranger's legs. This girl was something special. “It’ll be over soon; you’re doing so well.” Sarah whispered. Jasmine looked up at her in a whole new light. Her features seemed brighter. Her eyes shone an emerald green illuminated by the eyeliner and mascara. Maybe Jasmine was falling for her. Or maybe it was just the three hits of acid she accidentally dropped. Jasmine’s eyes went wide when she saw the unfolded diaper. It was so big! But the sound was...delicious. Her senses were getting mixed up again. “Lift up your waist please.” Jasmine did as she was told until she rested her bottom on something soft. Sarah folded the top up by Jasmine’s belly button and taped it shut after a few tries of getting it just right. “Does it feel okay?” She nodded as she rubbed her hand down the fabric. She enjoyed the sound it made so she kept rubbing to make it crinkle. Sarah pulled her hand away flipped her dress back down into place. She offered Jasmine a hand up. “Thank you, I’m so sorry!” Jasmine said over and over into Sarah’s ear as she clung to her. “This isn’t your fault, hun. Your boyfriend’s an asshole.” Sarah replied rubbing her back a few times before they crawled out of the make shift tent. “So not my boyfriend.” Jasmine grumbled as they went over to the couch to join the others. She looked around noticing that the basement had emptied quite a bit since earlier. In fact it was just the three of them now. “Where is everyone?” Sarah asked. “Went upstairs.” Clarissa said, leaning against the armrest of the couch. “I’ll be back.” she said getting up and heading for the stairs. “Bathroom.” Jasmine thought about telling her to not go up, but she was too mad at her at the moment. The monster could get her for all she cared. Not like anyone believed her anyway. They all said it was in her head. It was just her and Sarah now alone in the basement. The party upstairs was still going full swing. She could hear the music through the walls as well as the voices. “It sure is noisy up there, huh?” Sarah asked. “You can hear it too?” Jasmine asked. Her eyes went wide. “The voices…?” “It’s just the people upstairs. There’s nothing to worry about. Are you still scared?” Jasmine nodded. Sarah motioned for her to scoot closer and eased her head down in her lap. “This better?” “Yeah,” Jasmine whispered as Sarah lightly stroked her head. She was comfortable now. In fact she was almost about to fall asleep like that when she heard it. Screaming. And lots of it. They both sat up and stared at the ceiling. Jasmine’s blood ran cold. It sounded like utter chaos upstairs. The sounds of twenty or thirty pairs of shoes running full speed out the door echoed through out the basement. Yelling, shouting, pushing, glass shattering and banging had the two girls hiding inside the makeshift fort like children. “What’s going on up there?” Jasmine asked. “I-I don’t know.” Sarah whispered back. “Maybe the cops showed up.” Jasmine didn’t know how much time had passed. Ten minutes? An hour? Five hours? Neither dared to utter a single word. Jasmine held a death grip onto Sarah’s arm. They held their breath when they heard footsteps approaching down the stairs. What or who was coming for them? Sarah peeked out and breathed a sigh of relief before motioning it was okay to come out of their hiding spot. There stood Michael, Clarissa, Jake, Elisa, and Anthony looking worse for wear. Jake was holding his arm as if he had been injured. Anthony was covered in a shower of blood. Sarah tried to ask what had happened, but they all seemed too shell shocked to speak. Sarah stared in awe as Jake showed her his arm. It was all the explanation she needed. There on his arm, was a hand print, but not any hand print. A massive one. His shoulder had been dislocated from being tugged too hard and giant bruises in the shape of fingers encased his skin. Jasmine had been right all along. “Where’s everyone else?” Sarah asked. Michael just shook his head. “Taken.” he whispered. “Taken into the walls.” …………………………………………………………………………………………. “This isn’t possible!” Sarah said sitting on the sofa with her hands clasped firmly to the top of her head. “This can’t be happening! Someone tell me this is just a prank.” No one answered as they all stood around the basement. Clarissa shifted from foot to foot. “I went to use the bathroom and there was blood everywhere.” Clarissa said. “I yelled and that’s when Anthony and Jake came.” Clarissa went silent as she shuffled in place, so Jake finished the story for her. “I bent down to see where the blood trail was leading and something came out of the wall and grabbed me! It tried to pull me in and Anthony cut whatever it was up with his pocket knife.” “I think I hit an artery or something.” Anthony said nodding to his blood soaked face and clothes. “Something came out of the wall? How? Is there someone living in the walls? Like it busted through or…?” Sarah asked. “N-no… it was like it just. . . went through the wall… like it wasn’t even there.” Jake said. “So all we have to do is not go towards the bathroom, right? We just make a run for the front door and. . . “ Sarah suggested. “No, you don’t get it! There’s more than one! There’s ten, no, twenty! They’re everywhere!” Michael said. His eyes were wide and were in the beginning stages of tears as the whites of his eyes began to turn red and puffy. “They took everyone! Once Clarissa started screaming arms just started appearing everywhere and taking people! They came from the walls, the floor, the ceiling!” He collapsed to the floor in a heap and rested his head in between his legs. “I can still hear the screaming. This girl she...she got grabbed in front of me. The look on her face… She was begging me to help her, but there was nothing I could do! They had grabbed her by the neck and...and I heard it snap! She was dead before she was even pulled in.” Sarah got on her feet and glared at them. “Look, I get it! You had me make a summoning spell so you could play a prank on me! You’re all so full of shit! Well, guess what? I’m not buying it! Look, you’re freaking her out even more!” Sarah pointed to Jasmine who sat shivering on the couch wrapped in a blanket. “Great friends you guys are. I’m going upstairs. This is ridiculous .” “No! Don’t!” Clarissa shouted but Sarah didn’t listen. Sarah walked upstairs and opened the basement door into the kitchen expecting to still find a party, but the house was deserted. Perhaps the cops had come. The evidence of a party still littered the ground. Cups and trash everywhere. The strobe lights were still blinking in rapid succession. Silver streamers still hung from the doorways. She reached for a light switch and flicked on the lights. The place was a mess. She walked from room to room. No one there, and certainly no monsters. She walked to the end of the hallway and sighed. She could see someone’s arm stretched out from around the corner. Another passed out drunk teenager no doubt. If there were monsters taking people, they would have taken this easy target for sure. She turned the corner and froze. She stood stalk still as she took in the grizzly scene. The arm that gripped the corner was just that. An arm. With no body attached to it. It sat in a trail of blood leading into a wall. Bone and strings of tendon leaked fresh red droplets. The overwhelming scent of copper assaulted her nose. She bent over as she began to choke and gag. Her knees wobbled and shook. Sarah slowly stood back up while wiping traces of regurgitated candy and beer from the corners of her mouth. She looked up before letting out a scream. Hands were reaching towards her. She had to run, but she couldn’t move! She realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach she was going to be taken. This was the end. Would she be reunited with her mother soon? She felt something hard slam into her. Her body went flying. She hit her head on the wall as she cried out in pain. Her head spun. Sarah opened her eyes to find Anthony getting dragged into the wall. Had he just pushed her out of the way? She watched is silent horror as he yelled, fought and struggled before disappearing. The wall they had come through rippled like water before settling down and returning to normal. She got up and ran to it before pounding it with her fist, but it had already returned to its solid state. With her heart pounding in her chest and tears dripping down her face she ran full speed back to the basement to join the others. This wasn’t real. . . it couldn’t be! But she had seen it right in front of her face. Had they drugged her too somehow? She thought back to the beer she had. She didn’t taste anything off, and she certainly wasn’t acting off her rocker like Jasmine was. “Where’s Anthony?” Michael asked but Sarah let out a choked sob and hung her head. “Shit! I told him not to chase after you!” “Thanks” Sarah said sarcastically as she tried to catch her breath. “This is all your fault! You know that! Anthony’s dead because of you!” Michael shouted getting in her face. “I didn’t ask him to chase after me!” Sarah yelled back. “You summoned those things here! This is all your fault!” “You were the one who asked me to draw that thing in the first place! You gave me the book!” “How was I supposed to know it would actually work?” “And I was?” Sarah shouted. Her temper was boiling. “You're the witch; not me!” “For the last time I’m not a fucking witch!” “WILL YOU TWO SHUT THE HELL UP!” Clarissa yelled. “Do I have to throw you two upstairs and let you fight to the death?” They both grumbled and took separate corners. Michael with Jake and Sarah with Jasmine on the couch. “I’m glad you're okay, I was scared you wouldn’t come back..” Jasmine mumbled leaning her head on Sarah’s shoulder. The group sat in silence as they tried to cool their temper. Sarah looked over to Clarissa and found her sitting in a chair white knuckling the sides. She tried to give her a reassuring smile, but Carissa seemed to either not see or not care. Suddenly Clarissa stood and joined them on the couch. “How long do you think we’ll be stuck down here?” She asked. Her lips were curved into a tight frown and her face seemed almost pained. “I don’t know.” Sarah admitted. She hadn’t even thought of the fact they were essentially trapped down here. “Are you okay?” “I...uh...gotta go. I was headed to the bathroom when all this started..” “Ohh...uhhh…cup?” Sarah suggested. She looked around and frowned. Where were all the plastic cups? “Michael already cleaned them all up and threw them away upstairs.” Clarissa said crossing her legs. “Oh.” Crap. What were the girls supposed to do? She had already caught Jake relieving himself in an empty beer bottle an hour ago. The opening was too narrow for them. Had they really been down here that long? All Clarissa’s rocking and moaning was making her have to go too! The idea of ticking Michael off by telling her to pee on his carpet was tempting, but they didn’t know how long they’d be stuck down here until help came. The desire of fresh air was stronger than making Michael mad. They had to figure out something though! She would be in the same boat too soon. “Umm, Sarah?” Came a timid voice next to her. She looked over to find a red faced Jasmine. “What’s the matter?” Jasmine leaned in and whispered in Sarah’s ear. “I need a new one.” Sarah looked at her in confusion. “Well, I, uh, had to pee, so I-I used it.” Jasmine mumbled clearly embarrassed. “ Was I not supposed to?” She asked after seeing the blank look on Sarah’s face. Finally the light clicked in on Sarah’s head. “Ooh, no, that’s fine!” Sarah said. She had forgotten about the diaper in the midst of the chaos. Sarah envied her for a moment. At least she didn’t have to worry about that particular problem. She looked over to Clarissa who was nearly in tears. Was she that desperate? If worse came to worse and help didn’t come soon they didn’t have much of a choice. “Clarissa, uh, how bad is it?” “Bad.” Came the curt reply. “I have an idea.” Sarah said. Clarissa’s face perked up.”You can always use one of the diapers we brought down for Jasmine.” “NO!” Clarissa shouted. “That’s just, ugh, no. So gross!” “It’s not like you have to keep it on after.” Sarah said. Honestly, it didn’t sound all that bad of an idea. The beer was starting to hit her. Hard. In fact she was planning on slipping one on after she took care of Jasmine. Clarissa shook her head again and groaned as she rocked back and forth. “C’mon,” she said holding Jasmine’s hand. “I’ll help you out.” “Thank you.” Jasmine mumbled. She clutched Sarah’s hand especially hard as she stood up. Sarah assumed she still wasn’t feeling too good when she moved. Jasmine crawled into the blanket fort and laid down. Sarah flipped her dress up to find she had thoroughly soaked thru the padding. Sarah inwardly cringed as she untaped the sides and the stale smell of urine wafted up into her nose. She took out a wipe and went to work before getting a new diaper ready. Once the now very flustered Jasmine had been taken care of she instructed her to go back to the couch. Jasmine let out a meek, “thank you,” before crawling out. Sarah wiggled around on her knees with the bottoms of her shoes planted firmly against her as she stared at the remaining three diapers in the pack. She bit her lip as she considered her options. Was now really the time to be embarrassed? No, it wasn’t. There was no telling when or if help would come. She didn’t want to spend her last minutes on earth miserable. She needed a clear head to think of a plan of escape, and there was no doing that with a painfully full bladder. She pulled a spare out of the pack before staring at the material unsure of how to go about it. Should she put it on and wear it, or just hold it against herself and pee right here and now? She doubted she’d be able to go in front of anyone, so it really only left one option. She opened it slowly as she cringed at every noise it made convinced everyone could hear and know what she was up to in here with Jasmine gone. She squirmed some more and debated how to go about it. Sarah finally settled on getting up on her knees. She pulled her pants and panties down and held the diaper against her. “What are you doing in here?” Clarissa asked as she popped her head in. Clarissa stared wide eyed as Sarah’s face flushed underneath the white make up. There was no hiding what she was doing with her hands full of the white diaper pressed against herself and the hiss of flowing urine between them. A pained expression filled Clarissa’s face with every second as tears seemed to fill her eyes. She didn’t back out or apologize for the intrusion as Sarah wished. It was almost as if she was frozen in place. “Are you peeing in that?” Clarissa she asked bluntly. Sarah bit her lip as she resisted blurting out a sarcastic comment still too embarrassed to speak. Instead she hung her head and let the noise speak for itself. She shimmied the material up to dry areas as she felt warm moisture coming thru the diaper continuing the process until she was finished.. She let out a held breath as Clarissa began to move thinking she was leaving, but instead was surprised when she made a dash for the bag. “Did it work?” Clarissa asked barely above a whisper. “Yeah,” Sarah answered as she pulled the saturated diaper away from her skin while Clarissa was preoccupied examining a garment of her own. She wiped herself down and quickly pulled her pants back up. She balled up the used garment and put it to the side with Jasmine’s too embarrassed to go out with them in search of a trash can. “Can you open it? I can’t figure it out!” Clarissa moaned. She was bent over clutching herself. Tears were running down her face in frustration and desperation. She was too drunk, Sarah realized. It would explain the lack of privacy. She inwardly sighed and opened the diaper up. Helping Jasmine was one thing. It wasn’t her fault her friends had drugged her. Clarissa chose to get drunk. And now here was Sarah stuck taking care of them. But now wasn’t really the time to get angry. Or embarrassed. Their lives were in danger. Clarissa grabbed the diaper and held it against herself. Her facial expressions showed a mix of relief and ecstasy. “Please don’t tell anyone about this.” Clarissa said. Sarah had to bite her lip to keep from smirking. It was obvious to everyone outside what was going on in here. Clarissa’s loud voice and moans of relief left little to the imagination. “Shit shit shit!” Sarah took a peek to see what the problem was. Clarissa hadn’t moved the material and now it was leaking all over the place. So someone peed on Michael’s carpet after all, Sarah inwardly thought with a grin. Trickles of urine splashed down Clarissa’s hands and wrists onto her legs and the floor below. When she was finished, Clarissa sighed as she expected the damage. She took a wet wipe to her legs as best she could before balling the offending garment up while more pee trickled onto the floor to be absorbed by the carpeting. When the girls returned to the couch they found the guys in a deep discussion of what to do. Each idea sounded worse than the previous. They couldn’t just sit here forever, but nobody wanted to be the one to test if it was safe or not to leave. Then the discussion turned to what these monsters were and how they came to be. Jake described them as normal human arms, the only difference being their size. Sarah supposed it was better than hideously grotesque monsters chasing them, but human or not, it was clear they meant the group harm. Were they ghosts coming to take revenge on the living? Had someone built this house atop sacred burial ground? And why were they only able to get them if they left the basement? What was keeping them safe? The Amazons, as Jake dubbed them, could move through walls as if they weren't even there. Why didn’t they just pluck them out of the basement? They talked about the possibility of there really being some other...dimension out there. Sarah recalled the fairytale of Jack and the Beanstalk with the giant wanting to eat Jack. Is that why they were being captured? To be eaten? Sarah shivered as she imagined a giant picking her up and holding her like corn on the cob before taking a big bite out of her. She tried to reassure herself they weren't THAT big, but the thought of being cut up and passed around on several plates didn’t help either. “Where did you get that book, Michael?” Sarah asked when the conversation turned towards her summoning ritual. “Found it in my parents closet.” He said with a shrug. “It had fallen behind some shelves.” “So do you guys really think that’s what brought them here?” Jake asked. “That drawing?” Michael got up and stood by the wall as he stared at the picture. “Right here, look!” He said, pointing to the center. The rest of the group stood and walked over. There in the center of the pentagram was the two crudely drawn stick figures, one large and one small standing side by side. This was it. This was the cause of the hell they had endured. “So what if we just...erase it?” Jake asked. The group looked at each other before shrugging. Would it really be that simple? “Any objections?” The decision was unanimous. Sarah returned with a wet wipe from the diaper supplies. “May I do the honors?” She asked, holding the wipe up. Michael motioned for her to go ahead, before taking a few steps back. Sarah wiped the wall down removing the symbol in the process. "Now what?” “Was that it? Is it safe now?” Jake asked. “I-I guess…” Sarah said with a shrug. She turned her back to the wall and looked in the direction of the staircase. So who was going to be the one to test it? Suddenly, Clarissa let out a scream. Sarah spun in the spot in time to see arms and hands everywhere. They dangled from the ceiling reaching blindly to grab for them. They came from the walls and the floor, in all shapes sizes and colors. Then she felt hands grab her and yank. And that was the last anyone saw of them alive. “. . . Search parties in the hundreds have been sent out, hoping to find some trace or clue as to what exactly happened that night.” “. . . Students are saying there was a party at a nearby residence. The owners are refusing to answer any questions. Police obtained search warrants to search the house but so far have turned up no evidence. They say the house had been cleaned top to bottom.” “. . . Police still have no clues as to what happened to the students of Ritchmore High School class of ‘80 and are urging anyone with any information to please come forward.” “. . . A body from one of the missing students has finally turned up almost a week after the investigation started. Their injuries are numerous…” “. . . Police have identified the body of Clarissa Jenkins. She was found in the nearby woods a few days ago with three broken bones, a displaced hip, and a head injury. The coroner's office has ruled her cause of death to be starvation.” “. . .The body count continues to rise as multiple students have been found dead and dismembered all along the forest floor. Some are missing limbs, others with crushed ribs. Police still have no suspects at this time. ” “. . . It’s been almost nine months since the massacre of the class of ‘80 and the final missing body has been found. 18 year old Jasmine Montello. And this one was the most grisly of all. It appears someone or something had disemboweled her. A note had been found on the body detailing her struggle for survival. I’m told police are trying to keep an open mind, but this story is just too hard to believe. If you are easily upset or squeamish I’d suggest you turn the channel.” . . . “It was just like a regular city, but bigger. A lot bigger. We were taken and put together in a cage alone in the dark for an unknown period of time. Some of us had serious injuries, some of us were already dead. The smell was horrendous. It was later that night we were moved and our purpose became apparent. We were prizes to be won at a Halloween festival of giants. We were like gold fish. Knock down all the bottles, win a human. Get the ring around the bottle, win a human. Except they called us Littles. We were children's play things. Pets even, but with less rights. The thought of goldfish kept coming back. We were easily disposable. One of the giants even said we never lasted more than a week. But I did. There was only one rule to owning a Little. It wasn’t a crime to hurt us, or even kill us. We were meant to be given to children and as they said, “accidents happen.” The one rule was; no sexual contact. Ever. It was a serious crime to have sexual relations with a Little. There were signs everywhere reminding them so. I thought it an odd rule, but nevertheless thankful it was there. It did little to save me though. I was won by a man who seemed to have other plans for me. 3 months later it became apparent why that rule was there. I was pregnant. The thing growing inside of me is a beast, an abomination! I can feel my ribs cracking with every kick. My belly has expanded to impossible lengths and I can no longer stand on my own. I have tried to kill the thing inside of me numerable times, but the little monster is a resilient fucker. I can feel my own life slipping away. I hear my captor is planning on dumping me back in the real world tonight. So if anyone reads this...please… kill whatever is inside of me. It is not meant to exist.”