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  1. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    Commissioned by NowiGreen Page 4 of The Adventures of Nowi Green and her poopy little puppy, Fwo. Uh-oh....looks like Nowi better get my tinky little diaper-booty changed quick, or else the pup may have an overflo...207 ^w^ I guess all the potty-training lessons ain't helping so much. Poor Fwo so sad and embarrassed that he can't change himself. Also theres the little stinker, Ace Heroic my blind brother, trying to get sissy to autograph the diaper he should be wearing, cuz he a tinky boy ^//3//^...but Nowi's only changing my booty today! ..>///v//<..
  2. I was wondering if anyone had seen the full version of this video. I felt like I have but I can't find it anywhere and it's got all sorts of awesome stuff in it: http://e6ma.com/movie/364754
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    A woman walked through a door, looking like the very image of professional composure. Her dark brown hair was done up in a bun, her pinched chin was held high, and her brightly-painted lips were glued together in a sober expression. Her grey eyes also looked dead serious behind her thin-rimmed oval glasses. Her trim physique was clothed in a perfectly-tailored white-trimmed purple uniform that she carried elegantly. She stood at an intimidating height, aided by her upright posture and high-heeled shoes. Her left breast bore a nametag that read, "Susan 24-6449-AA, Executive Multi-Tower Coordinator, Tower Cluster 9, Region Beta-5" in two separate languages. As soon as the door closed, she hung her head and heaved out an exhausted sigh while her muscles relaxed. "Please tell me there's coffee," she panted. "It would be a crime if there weren't an ample supply of coffee in the break room on evaluation day," said the only other person in the room. She was a skinny woman about the same age with shoulder-length auburn hair that wasn't behaving today. Her uniform hung loose on her lounging figure, a sign of her recent weight loss. She was fiddling with her own nametag, which identified her as Lucinda 19-5604-B. "Have I been wearing this on the wrong side?" she asked as she held the plastic rectangle to her rather flat chest. "Everything was different at my old location." "I don't think it matters," Susan answered as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "I wear it on the left, but I'm pretty sure I've seen workers with it on the right." She closed her eyes and the corners of her lips turned up a little as she sampled the hot, aromatic drink. She opened her eyes just long enough to close them in pleasure again when she finally took the weight off her feet. She sighed a little as she practically cuddled the plush chair. Inevitably, an informal discussion of the evaluation began. "What's the damage look like from your angle?" Lucinda asked Susan as they both sipped their coffee. The spectacled brunette sighed again. "I thought the inspector was gonna bite my head off. I keep explaining to her we're a medium cluster operation here, but she keeps wanting to compare us to Blue Tower 26. 'Blue 26 doesn't do this,' 'Blue 26 doesn't do that.' That's all I've heard all day." "Blue Tower 26 is fusion. We do everything with fission." "Tell her that! I'll be lucky if the required change list is less than twenty pages. And that's assuming I still have the same position next season." "At least there's only one evaluation left." "Yeah, the most stressful one. Last season they humiliated me in front of the whole department. I almost wished they transferred me to the undervalley. Come to think of it, the experience was kind of like what I've just been through. Only instead of 'Blue Tower 26' they kept saying 'Deborah 15.'" Lucinda pondered that name for a moment. "Is she the one in finance? With the annoyingly cute voice and the even more annoyingly cute mole on her cheek?" "That's Debbie 28. But I bet her output is great, too. They let her eat cheese on her meat sandwiches. No, I'm talking about Debbie 15 in bullion recasting. Her output was so good in the last two seasons she's been in the morale videos and the form letters that come with the required change lists." "Really?" Lucinda asked. "The ones I got had a man. And I didn't think cheese was a big deal. Oh, wait, that was when I was in Bronze 18. The man who was a model worker, I mean." "The Bronze Towers are real behind, aren't they? Here everything's been gender-split since forever. Even stuff like form letters." "Yeah, in Bronze 18 the evals were done in groups by department, with no thought to gender. Just what we need to make the most stressful hour of the season even worse, right? Naturally I was inspected by a man half the time." "No wonder that tower got the axe." "Oh, you don't know the half of it. At any rate, I don't remember this Debbie 15." "I certainly do, and I remember a secret I heard about..." Lucinda began before cutting herself off. Something Susan said had just registered with her brain, and it took immediate precedence in the conversation. "What do you mean cheese isn't a big deal?" she asked with an accusatory edge to her voice. "I haven't had a bit in four seasons, and that was unauthorized." "I'm allowed six cubes of cheese a week," Susan said matter-of-factly as she raised the cup to her lips. She couldn't quite disguise her smugness. "I'd do such horrible things for that privilege!" Lucinda said the second she finished swallowing her mouthful of coffee. She practically licked her lips at the thought of so much cheese. "Sometimes I eat them all in one meal." "Don't rub it in!" Their playful banter helped them forget the stress they'd just escaped from, and the further stress to come. They only stopped joking and jeering once another worker joined them in the break room. "Will this day ever be over?" asked the downtrodden worker known as Pamela 45. She was a strawberry blonde whose angular features and robust figure contrasted the other two women. Today she didn't have her usual healthy vigor. "Possibly not," Lucinda said with a smile, "but there's coffee." "So how's your department holding up?" Susan asked. "Terrible!" Pam snarled. The other two woman actually flinched at the force of her answer. "It may not exist in a recognizable form next season. At this rate, that laser project's never gonna be finished." Once she had her coffee, she plopped herself down on a chair at the table with the others. "When's output evaluation?" "About fifteen minutes," Lucinda answered. "I guess there's no hope now," Pam said, her voice more melancholy than bilious now. "I should've requested more fruit. I'm gonna walk out there with nothing to show." There was a deathly silence. "I've heard that all the input requirements given after the last evaluation were oral," said Susan with feigned optimism. "I just hope you're right, and that I'm not the exception." She slumped down over the table, catching her head on her hand. "I need comfort food." "Here," Susan said as she got up from her seat. She walked over to where the meal containers were stored. "I've been saving this," she said, producing a handful of small cubes in silver wrappers from her box, "but you need it more than I do." "How do you have so much chocolate?" Pam asked, her eyes wide with awe as the little silver packages rained down on the table. "It's not all authorized." "Naughty, naughty," Lucinda chided playfully. Pam thanked her profusely, and began unwrapping the chocolate pieces. She inhaled once the first piece was free of its covering, and was thrilled to find it smelled completely fresh. "It's my week's allowance plus what Steven 11 gave me for a personal favor," Susan explained. After pausing to allow curiosity to build in her listeners, she elaborated. "A little session of class A intimate contact without informing the Breeding Network." "He gave you a week's allowance of chocolate for class A?" asked Lucinda, sounding like she could barely believe her ears. "What an innocent little boy." "I don't think this is fair," Pam said after she'd savored and swallowed the first piece. "Evaluating someone's output for one day a season, I mean. You can just have an off day and you're screwed up for the whole next season." "That's what the harnits are for," Lucinda said. "Yeah, but those units only tell them the basics. I mean, look at you." She pointed at Lucinda's midsection, which had been much fleshier when the woman began work at these towers. "They must've cut the wrong things out of your diet." "Well, there's no sense complaining," Lucinda said, blushing a little at being made a visual aid. "It's just what you gotta do." Pam decided she had a better use for her mouth than continuing the debate, and soon filled it with more chocolate. There wasn't much conversation in the break room until another worker came in. It was Brenda 89, sporting a new nametag with her new position and division. She had dark eyes, a bright smile, curly black hair, and flawless skin the color of coffee with a dash of cream. Her body was about as thin as Lucinda's, but her shape was just a little bit more pleasant. She strolled in like she had much more energy than the three older workers lounging around the room. She was greeted warmly, especially by her former supervisor. "How are things at the front desk?" Susan asked her little apprentice. "A nightmare!" Brenda said. Her elegant cheekbones disappeared behind scrunched-up skin as she grimaced in a comically exaggerated expression of pain. "I suppose I shouldn't expect happy news today," Susan quipped. "My position couldn't have changed at a worse time," Brenda explained. "No offense, Susan. I'm glad you helped me get here. I just wish everything was less hectic. Nobody knows where to go or who's responsible for what, and I don't know the system. Not the new branches, anyway. And you know what the worst part is?" No one would know for a while, because the angry young woman was interrupted by the door opening and a grinning blond-haired head popping in. "Would anyone here happen to know where last week's metallurgical reports are?" the woman asked without fully entering. She had perfectly primped hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a statuesque figure that made even Susan look misshapen. Pinned to her ample bust was a tag topped with the name "Deborah 15-1001-DD." Susan and Lucinda shot each other a knowing glance. They could picture her perfect output. "I haven't seen them since they were filed," Lucinda answered. "Well, they're not where they're supposed to be." "The last time this happened, the system couldn't track the file because you typed the forwarding code with the wrong alphabet extension," Brenda informed her. "You know what, I'd better double-check the code inputs," Debbie said. "So many letters and numbers these days." She laughed at her own remark that could barely be called a joke, and walked away. "I never told you the secret about Debbie 15," Lucinda said to Susan when the door finally closed. "What were we talking about?" asked Brenda, who was more concerned with continuing her own spiel. "Oh, I don't know," Lucinda said. Susan helped her memory. "Something about your tough transition?" "Oh, yeah. Isn't it great when they change stuff while training people on the old stuff?" Brenda asked rhetorically. "I've been sitting here thinking my eval went rough, but I should consider myself lucky I've had the same position all season," Susan said. "I know!" said Lucinda, who had experienced her fair share of upheavals. "It really cuts down the chaos." "Yes, I've been looking back longingly at my last evaluation," Brenda said. "Aren't you gonna have any coffee?" Lucinda asked. Brenda shook her head. "I'd better not cheat. I could do with a drink, though." She took a cup from the dispenser. "You mean you've already downed your quota?" "Long, long ago," she said as her cup filled with ice water. Everyone was surprised. "Since when does the Management put a cap on coffee consumption?" asked Pam, whose own consumption of the liquid was massive at the moment. "Since at least a quarter season ago. My harnit said it was finding too much caffeine." "I shudder to think how much you'd been drinking," Lucinda commented. "I've only heard of workers getting told to drink more." "I've got to pay you back for these chocolates," Pam said as the unwrapped the last one. "I don't know how, but I'll make it up to you." "I remember what I was gonna say," Brenda said. "The worst part about all this is that they haven't given me a new chair. I don't know if they've noticed, but I'm shaped a little different from the gentleman who used to work the front desk." The women all laughed with varying intensity at this remark. "My harment's been glued to my butt all day," Brenda finished. Then she shifted around the fabric of her trousers, stepped outward with her right foot to make space between her legs, and bent her knees. Once in a stooped position with her palms on her kneecaps, she began breathing more heavily. Her fingers tightened around her knees, the muscles beneath her shirt contracted and relaxed, and her eyes closed. When they opened again, she stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. Even when seen from the front, with her curvaceous hips getting in the way, it was obvious that the seat of her pants had grown. "I hope the inspector enjoys this output as much as I just did," she said with a grin. "We have one minute left before eval," Susan stated. "What's the terrible secret about Debbie 15?" There was a mischievous spark in Lucinda's eyes as she eagerly began her story. "A certain gentleman with the number '3' in his second name stayed overnight in her room when the crash last year knocked out his power." "Oh, and there was an unauthorized mating?" Pam guessed. She'd heard stories like this before. "No, he said she respected the Network. But she showed him an even crazier breach of conduct. It was the end of the day, right? She took off the harvesting garment she was issued that morning, and it was dry as a bone." There were gasps around the room. "How?" Brenda asked, voicing what all three listeners were thinking. "That dirty Debbie likes to delay her liquid and solid output until she's home. And then, when she's totally naked, she brings out a big porcelain bowl, sits on top of it, and evacuates." "That's gotta be made-up," Pam said. "Where did you even hear this?" Brenda asked. "I read about people doing that, but I never thought someone I knew would," Susan said. "It's a crazy world, right?" Lucinda said with a twisted smile. "Anyway, time to put on our game faces." All the workers in the room got up from their chairs, except for Brenda, who had never sat down. "Wait a second..." Pam began, causing Lucinda to pause as she went to open the door. The muscular woman had paused in the act of standing up, and was now hovering a few inches above her seat with her hands gripping the table's edge. "I'm outputting!" she exclaimed with glee. "And just in the nick of time. It's a miracle!" "Must be the magic of coffee and chocolate," Susan said in their last moment of privacy before the door opened. The women walked out one by one and joined the line that had formed outside. The Management couldn't be present, but a holographic conference had been set up. Their mandibles clicked in acknowledgment as the line of workers bowed their heads. The inspector, of course, was there in the flesh. She led the customary chant. "Praise to the Star Scarabs." "Long may they shelter the Earth beneath their wings," the workers answered in unison. With that, the workers all turned their bodies 180 degrees, dropped the trousers of their uniforms, and bent over to present their output.
  5. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    My sissy gots me making a small comic for her, a fun little change of pace from what I normally do, but I've been needing something exciting to do for a while. X3 And I'm always in a good mood to draw "The goddess of Regression" Nowi Green, as she takes Fwo to DiaperCon......are there really lots of diaper conventions irl?? I've never been to one before.
  6. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    Commissioned by NowiGreen (http://nowigreen.deviantart.com/) Page 3 of The Adventures of Nowi Green and her squishy little poofy puppy bro, Fwo. ^^ Little brothers are the stinkiest...especially when fed their milk. That's about what would happen if I really did drink milk, while wearing me diapey. ^^ Time for changies! XD Thank goodness Fwo has a cool big sister to take care of him ..V///v//V.. Also little HofBondage's Laura (http://hofbondage.deviantart.com/) stopped by to see her two baby friends.....but it seems she came at the most awkward time...leave it to Fwo to become a party-pooper... It duh milk's fault!..>///^//<..
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    No subs on this one, so if somebody wanted to translate, it would be really helpful, but a very nice video!

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    Been holding on to this for a while, a random collection of JAV diaper content. Hope you find something you like! There is definite nudity (though usually censored) and also some sex and other stuff mixed in here. I had these flagged to upload a while back and don't think I did, and a search of the site reveals no files with these names. If this is a repost therefore, I've done my due diligence and hope this is all new stuff (though I have been sitting on it for a while now). Enjoy, Rach

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  9. View File JAV Diaper Content Been holding on to this for a while, a random collection of JAV diaper content. Hope you find something you like! There is definite nudity (though usually censored) and also some sex and other stuff mixed in here. I had these flagged to upload a while back and don't think I did, and a search of the site reveals no files with these names. If this is a repost therefore, I've done my due diligence and hope this is all new stuff (though I have been sitting on it for a while now). Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 02/09/2017 Category Female Diaper Play & Wetting  
  10. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    Commissioned by NowiGreen: Page 2 of The Adventures of Nowi Green and her amazing stinky little bro, Fwo. ^^ You can't go to DiaperCon and not meet a bunch of really cool abdl artists. ^^ I think if Nowi and I ran into PrincessPolly63 I think we'd be the ones wanting his autograph though. His art is wonderful....and very pink. ^//v//^ (I'm lactose intolerant irl too >///<)
  11. Greetings, What to do while waiting for your bladder to enter age-play mode? How about coloring an Omutsu drawing? Of course you could color a monochrome sketch with crayons. But sketches seldom accept bucket-fill gracefully. And how do we remove color from polychrome images. A coloring-book type outline image can be generated from many sketches and colored image in just a few steps. As usual, save your work frequently. 1. Select a sketch or image having dark outlines around each object. 2. Remove dark colors, if any. 3. Apply the threshold tool to the entire image. At least in GIMP (Gnu Image Manipulation Program, now available for most any operating system), threshold removes light colors. 4. Adjust the threshold level for the best compromise between outline gaps (wanted) and stray speckles (maybe not wanted). 5. Inspect the image, filling outline gaps. The pencil tool set to one pixel and cut and paste, work for gap repair. 6. When waiting for your bladder, either print the image for legacy coloring or color the image by bucket fill. With bucket fill, you may find some hidden outline gaps. These steps work poorly for textured drawings. But Textured drawings can be converted to coloring images with enough patience. See textured drawing below converted from the Anime Diaper Images thread. Have fun.
  12. Hello everyone ! This is the third fiction I wrote for Omorashi.org. I wrote it in the first person ; as in my previous story, whether the protagonist is male or female is still up to your own imagination. All characters are 21+. I made my best to avoid grammar or spelling mistakes, and I apologize in advance if any of them escaped my eye. As usual, I would be glad to hear your feedback on the structure, style, and general appeal of the story, whether positive of negative. Happy reading ! May contain: nuts, gluten, desperation, baby diapers, wetting, leaking, alcohol, Supergirl costumes, and bad language ________ “One of the strangest things that happened to me on a drinking night?” I repeated. I pondered the question for some time, feeling the presence of five curious minds waiting for my answer. “Hey Max, how about the tale of the Four Red Bulls and the Pampers Diaper?” Nick suggested. I looked him in the eye, grinned, then gazed at the ceiling. I took a sip of my Gin Tonic and had a small laugh at myself. “Okay, so there was this one girl called Rebecca…” *** I had met Rebecca through my friend Steph, in one of those large law school get-togethers. To be honest, our conversation didn’t have much content. She was just really good at banter. This was why very few actually tried to engage conversation with her, although she was gorgeous in most people’s opinion; her acid charm was intimidating if you couldn’t find your way around it. Of course, it probably gets boring in the long-term; but it makes the game really interesting in the short term. That night, Steph was hosting a Halloween party in her apartment. It was one of those luxurious places with an entire wall made of windows and another wall made of fake bare brick. When coming through the main door, you had direct access to the main living room area. On the far right, a corridor led to the bathroom and bedrooms. On the left, there was a spacious open kitchen with oversized counters. As soon as I came in, I greeted the people I knew and found my way to the fridge. As usual, I had my own bottle of Kahlúa. I barely had time to prepare a Black Russian and get myself a bowl of peanuts before I heard her voice. Rebecca. “Hm. You know what they say about guys who drink that stuff, right?” I rolled my eyes and slowly turned to face the young woman on my right. I instantly recognized the long, red hair, the rare, almost invisible freckles, and the slightly hollow cheeks that gave her such an imperious look. Her smile was defiant, but her gaze was friendly. “Well, I don’t think we’ve heard the same thing. Nice panda onesie, by the way.” I replied, reaching for a handful of peanuts. She sat back against the counter and put her hands on it, next to her hips. “Why thank you! Isn’t that an A-grade baby costume?” she looked delighted. “It is indeed. And it’s a nice excuse to use your binky in public.” “Yeah, right. Wait until you see Steph!” And as if she had been summoned by the mere mention her name, Steph danced her way to the kitchen area, her face hidden under the hood of a tiger onesie. She ran towards me to give me a kiss on the cheek. “Oh shit, look who’s here!” she shouted. “Whoa, it looks like a baby festival in this place. Only with big, cute babies.” “And you haven’t seen everything!” Steph added, visibly excited to show off her props. “That’s my binky, that’s my baby bottle….” “With vodka.” Rebecca whispered, as if it was a secret to anyone. “And…” “And?” She opened the front zipper of her onesie in a long, ceremonious movement, revealing a white tank top and what appeared to be a baby diaper with Sesame Street characters on it. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Whoa, you really went all the way.” “It ain’t no baby costume without no nappy, son!” she shouted in the worst African-american accent I had ever heard. “That’s dedication. Congrats, lady.” I turned towards Rebecca. “You too?” “Hell no” she laughed. “Unlike some others, I have control over my bladder.” She received a well-deserved punch on the shoulder, then looked back at me and joined her hands in front of her face. “So… Will you make me a drink?” “A drink?” “Pretty please!” “What will it be?” “Tequila and Red Bull. Or Monster. Or whatever has caffeine in it. I just have to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back!” I cringed at the order and went to find the ingredients. Not far from the kitchen, there was a small group gathered around a guy with a yellow hazmat suit. He was obviously drinking too much, but I followed my strict non-interference policy; I borrowed a shot of tequila from their bottle and came back to the kitchen. Rebecca was already there. “That was fast.” “There were, like, three people in front of the bathroom, and I didn’t feel like waiting. I'm here to drink, dammit!” “Alright then, here you go.” I poured in a can of Red Bull I found in the fridge and we clinked glasses. The next hour was pretty standard. We had a few more drinks; there was touching, laughing and not-so-subtle allusions to past sexual encounters. After a while, we transferred to the living room. I sat down on a beanie bag, with Rebecca on my lap. There were a dozen people sitting around us, sharing stories about the stupid pranks they pulled in law school. They were hilarious to listen to, but after a while I noticed that Rebecca’s legs were pressing against mine every time she laughed. At first I thought it was comfortable for her to do so. It quickly became obvious, however, that she really had to go to the bathroom but didn’t want to miss anything. I thought it would be strange of me to point it out; if she really had to go, she would eventually get up. So, she alternated between pressing her legs together and bouncing them frantically until what I call the “tipping point”. The tipping point of this story took the form of a random drunk girl looking for friends to do tequila shots with. For some reason, she recognized Rebecca from another party where they had met, and went straight up to us. She explained that her other friends were too weak to follow her drinking, and that she wanted to do shots with anyone willing to. Without asking for our opinion, she handed us two tall shot glasses that smelled like tequila and tonic. We drank up, and the girl disappeared as fast as she had appeared. “Okay, I really need to go to the bathroom now.” I heard a slight discomfort in Rebecca’s voice. “Yeah, that’d be great, I don’t want you to leave a stain on my pants.” Instantly realizing that my words may backfire, I put my index finger on her lips. “Don’t. Just go.” She gave me an amused look and jogged to the corridor where the bathroom was. I used the occasion to get up, stretch my legs, and go get a glass of water in the kitchen. When I came back, I noticed Rebecca still standing in the corridor, with both her arms and her legs crossed. I went up to her and gave her an interrogative look. “Some jackass locked himself in the bathroom. They say he’s been throwing up for fifteen minutes now.” Next to the bathroom door, I noticed someone dressed as Supergirl from the group I had borrowed tequila from. Her legs were firmly pressed together and she looked anxious. “Wait, is it the Breaking Bad guy in there?” I asked. “Yeah, his name is Alan. Can you make him come out, please? I swear I can’t hold it anymore.” I hit the door with my palm a few times. “Alan, can you hear me?” “Yeah.” “When are you planning to get out?” “Soon, man, soon. I just need to relax for a little while.” “You’ll relax somewhere else, man. Ladies are waiting here. Come on!” I hit the door again. It became clear that he wasn’t coming out anytime soon. I turned towards Rebecca; she muttered a long string of insults. “This sucks. Can you hold it?” “Of course I can. I’m not a fucking baby.” “I know, I know.” I nodded, but her body language couldn’t lie. She was getting more desperate by the second. “Isn’t there a freaking sink of shower elsewhere in this stupid place?” she asked in frustration. “I don’t think so. Except the kitchen sink, but…” “Yeah, no way I’m doing that.” “Outside, maybe? Between two cars?” “It’s full of people outside, I’m not putting on a stupid show. Just make this jackass come out!” No matter how long I tried, Alan was answering but not moving. At this point, Rebecca was walking left and right, periodically stopping to grasp the crotch of her panda onesie and yell at the door. The third time she did, Supergirl suddenly froze, letting out a high-pitched gasp. With her eyes widening in terror, her hand rushed between her legs and she ran towards the front door. On the wooden floor where she had been standing two seconds ago, I caught a glimpse of a tiny puddle. That was it for her. I left my glass on a table and took Rebecca by the arm. She followed me obediently. When we were alone, I massaged my temples and said: “Look, there’s something you could do.” “What? What is it?” “Steph bought diapers for her costume, right?” “I hope you’re not saying what I think you’re saying.” “Hey, if you’ve got a better idea, go for it. But right now, it’s either a diaper or your pants, like Supergirl over there.” The idea made her squirm. She seemed to think intensely, then looked at the floor where the other girl had been standing. “Screw it, let’s go.” She kissed me on the cheek, and we rushed towards Steph’s room, locking the door behind us. I opened all the drawers while Rebecca stood in the middle of the room, concentrating as hard as she could to avoid an accident. I eventually found the bag, and Rebecca unzipped her onesie, revealing a pair of gray panties and a tight, black tank top. The panda fell to her feet. She freed her left foot, but as she was about to remove the other one she let out a desperate moan. I turned around; she was bent over, both hands between her legs. A small trickle found its way through her fingers and down to the carpet. “Oh my God.” she shouted. “Hurry the fuck up!” I unfolded one of the diapers and handed it to her. She barely had time; just long enough to hold the diaper against her panties with one hand and fasten the left tape with the other. As she was about to reach for the right tape, there was another long moan, followed by a strong hissing sound. She desperately kept the diaper against herself while I rushed down on my knees to help her. I just had the time to fasten the second tape. I sat there, watching her close her eyes and clench her teeth. I sat there watching a washed-out, yellow tint expand on the fabric as Rebecca helplessly filled up her diaper; and I sat there watching as the small purple flowers at the bottom of it faded out, one after the other. “Max, it’s too much, it’s too much.” I didn’t understand what she meant until the diaper swell up so much that she had to hold it by the sides. After a short-lived attempt to take back control over herself, Rebecca let out a last gasp as the hissing resumed and a steady stream started to run down her leg. She tried to press against the diaper to stop herself, but it only made it worse. No matter how hard you try, I guess there is no clean way to wet yourself. After five endless seconds, it was over. The hissing subsided, and the silence was only troubled by the sound of irregular dripping on the carpet. Rebecca opened her eyes and stared down at the swollen Pampers forcing her legs apart. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She looked at me, and out of nowhere we started laughing uncontrollably. “What the hell was that? Did this really just happen?” “Yes, and you just demonstrated your 'perfect control' over your bladder.” “Screw you, it was an accident!” I sat in front of her and pretended to talk to one of the printed characters. “Hmmm… Is this little girl’s diaper full? What do you think, Elmo?” I reached and felt its weight with my hand. “I don’t know, it’s hard to tell.” “Stop it!” she laughed. “Pardon? Well yes, I do agree, Elmo, someone’s not going to wear big girl panties anytime soon.” “Max, I swear!” She tipped me over and put her foot on my chest while she removed the diaper as carefully as she could. Her panties were still dripping. She set the diaper aside and kneeled over me. “See what you made me do to my big girl panties?” “Hey, in my defense you were supposed to remove them.” I looked briefly at her underwear. At this point it wasn’t just wet around the crotch; it was drenched all over. “Shit, I need something else to wear. I really liked them.” She stood up and brought her panties down. She fetched another diaper from the open drawer, unfolded it, and placed it on my stomach. She kneeled over me again, and fastened the tapes around herself as tight as she could. She smelled like shampoo and fresh sweat. “Nice costume.” was the only comment I could mutter. “Thanks, baby. I know I’ve been a bad girl, but I’ll do my best to keep this one dry.” She leaned over me and gave me a kiss.
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    First of all I would like to apologize for the length of this story. I tried to recall in the best detail possible, and it was a very drawn out experience. It took place over the course of several hours, but I did leave a marker where the wetting begins so if you're not interested in backstory no problem. I noticed A lot of stories on here have a descriptive part where the author describes those involved, in this case me. SO at this point I was a scrawny college kid. I was 5’ 10” with messy brown hair and pale white skin. On this day I was wearing dark jeans, and and navy blue hoody. I was scarily underweight at this time weighing in at a whopping 125 lbs. And if you want a facial description I had glasses with black frames, and a beard (it’s long gone now :( ). To give you a fairly good idea about what I look like, I loove eerily similar to Daniel Radcliff. If you don’t know who that is... google him. Or watch any Harry Potter movie. Seriously. Awhile back I posted a story about how How my freshman year of college I bought some Goodnites and had a lot of free time to wet them. If you're interested in reading about my first experience with diapers it's here. Little did I know I'd have more time for wetting fun than I ever would have imagined. In my last couple stories I had gotten lucky and my roommate at the time had gone out of town leaving me alone in the room for the entire weekend so of course I took advantage. But before thanksgiving break my roommate started to have trouble with school, so he decided to withdraw for the semester. This was in early November so I was super excited to learn that I would have roughly an entire month to experiment with wetting. Naturally I began to think of all the things I could possibly do. Eventually I got the idea stuck in my head that I could go walk around campus and find a nice spot and wet a goodnight somewhere and quickly go back to my dorm, or go get dinner and wet while eating in the cafeteria or walking back. But never the less do to a certain situation and spontaneity I ended up doing one the the gutsiest wettings I've ever done, and will probably ever do. This story begins like just about any other diaper wetting I’ve done up to this point, I was on my computer playing online with friends one saturday night. If you haven't guessed yet I didn’t (still don’t) have much of a social life. Anyway I secretly had one thing in mind and that was wetting, so I was naturally drinking a ton of water while I played. I can’t remember exactly what we played but it was several games over the course of several hours. Before I know it, it was getting late and a new sensation was becoming noticeable. I was hungry, so I got up and looked around and realized I was out of food other than candy. I also noticed I was low on drinks as well, the water bottles I was drinking were the last ones.. Because it was Saturday everything on the campus was closed, so I needed to go out, I decided I didn’t need to go to bad and it wasn’t all that late so I got back on my computer and began playing again. Before I knew it we stopped playing our second or third game for the night and I needed a break because my bladder was getting overwhelmingly full. I was nearly done with my second bottle of water and really needed to pee. I continued to talk to my friends through teamspeak and stared blankly at my screen while I clutched my crotch. In addition to an overly full bladder I had become fairly hungry as well. I knew I needed to go out, but I didn’t want to just pee or wet just yet; I wanted to continue to hold. Then it suddenly hit me, I was wearing a diaper I could just go to the store desperate, and if worse came to worse I’d be fine. The only problem was I was already doubled over in my seat with my hands shoved in my crotch, so there was no chance that I would make it even close to staying dry before I got to the store. At this point I needed to act fast so I decided to tell my friends I was going to the store and would be back and exited the Teamspeak. I stood up from my desk and realized I could barely stand straight. I didn’t have a chance in hell at even making it to my truck dry at this point. I sat there in front of the bathroom with my legs crossed trying to figure out the best course of action. I still wanted to go the store and needed to relieve some pressure so I decided to wet my goodnight a little bit. I uncrossed my legs and relaxed and watch myself wet the diaper in the mirror. The intense, euphoric feeling of relief only lasted seconds though because I knew I needed stem the flow so I didn’t soak my diaper before going to the store. I inspected the damage and decided the diaper would still hold a lot more, and I was feeling a little emptier as well so the plan was ago. I quickly slid a pair of jeans over my diaper, grabbed my keys, wallet, and another water bottle, and headed out. The feeling of driving super desperate was interesting. I had most of my attention on the road, but this was difficult because my bladder was screaming at me. This situation just gave me more ideas to try in the future for my drive home or back to school. Anyway I quickly got to the local grocery and found a decent spot. It was in the middle of the lot, away from lights and next to a barrier so if need be I could wet there and no one would notice. Upon getting out my truck I realized this would be a lot harder than I thought, because my bladder had filled back up to where it was before I left my room, if not worse. I did my best to stand up straight without wincing while I walked, grabbed a cart and headed into the store. *******WETTING HERE******** I instantly realized upon walking in that staying dry wasn’t an option. I couldn’t hold myself, and didn't want to cross my legs or squirm around to much in fear I would attract attention. (It was late, but there was still quite a few people there) So I walked through the aisles as naturally as possible and began collecting what I had on my mental checklist. In hindsight I probably should have written my list down, seeing as the only think I could think about was my bladder. I had several things in cart when I rounded the corner to pick up drinks. This aisle was empty, so I crossed my legs a bit before I had to bend over to get the drinks off the bottom shelf. Upon bending over to pick up a case gatorades, a jet of warm urine burst out of my body and into the now cold Goodnight. I stood up straight, and instinctively squeezed my legs shut to prevent any other leaks. I quickly gathered myself, remembering where I was and attempted to get my drinks a different way, squatting. I crouched down, and immediately regretted it. Another hot stream, this time not stopping, erupted out of my aching bladder. I could hear the slight hiss of my urine hitting the material of the Goodnight, so I quickly grabbed the drinks and stood up, basically hurling the case of gatorades into the cart. I quickly composed myself and cut the stream short and continued walking down the ise collecting a case of water as well. I hurried into the next aisle. I paused and inspected the damage. I was still dry on the outside, but the diaper was now warm and slightly heavier. I hoped it wasn’t visible and continued on. I didn’t need anything out of the aisle I was in so I went to the next on and noticed I was alone. I decided to relax a little bit while I looked for what I needed. In seconds my tired bladder began to empty its contents. I could hear the slight hiss of my urine hitting the fabric once again. I found what I needed and grabbed it and tossed it in the cart. Upon turning around I realized I wasn’t alone anymore and am older gentleman was standing behind me. I smiled politely and immediately halted my bladder. I quickly grabbed my cart and went into the next aisle hoping that he didn't realize what was going on. The Goodnight was retaining its contents nicely, though it was getting heavier. I was still quite desperate at this point, so I continued on my trip, heart pounding. At the next Aisle I did the same thing as the last, paused relaxed, and wet a little while searching for the item I needed and tossed it in the cart. Though this time my bladder didn’t want to stop. My bladder was tired of getting relief only to have it cut short. I couldn’t help but submit, so I leaned against my cart and let my bladder empty its contents into the already saturated diaper. I could feel the warmth spread over the material as the warm urine continued to gush from my body. I looked around making sure no one was coming as I continued to soak my Goodnight. I could feel the diaper growing heavy,and I knew it would want to sag soon, so I once again stemmed the flow. I grabbed the rest of what I needed and headed to the check out. I jumped in the shortest line, but it was short for a reason. There was an elderly woman, and a younger woman in her 40s who looked to be her daughter, and then with them was a boy in his early teens that obviously had autism. The boy kept pacing back and forth as the woman unloaded, and loaded the groceries from their extremely full cart. Meanwhile the elderly woman searched her purse for her card so she could pay. I realized this would take a while so I stood there and decided to empty the rest of my bladder. I relaxed and began wetting again, only feet from other, unknowing people. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I watched and waited for the family pay for their items as I continued to wet my diaper. My excitement was once again cut short when I felt warmth travel down the inside of my thigh to my knee. I immediately stopped the flow, fearing that a wet spot would be visible. After a few minutes I paid for my things and made my way to my truck and began to unload my cart into the truck. Though the first thing I did was inspect myself to see if there was any visible wet spots. I was wearing rather dark jeans, so even if there was, it wasn’t noticeable. I began to put my items into my truck when I decided since I was going home anyway so I might as well continue to empty my bladder even if I got a little wet. My bladder was exhausted at this point so it took little effort to begin wetting my now extremely saturated diaper once again. I paused with the groceries for a second while I enjoyed the relief once again. But as soon as I started I had to stop again. I felt my urine once again escape the diaper and run down my thigh. I still had to drive back and didn't want to get my seats too wet so I stopped and decided to wait until I got back to my room. I quickly unloaded my cart and jumped in my truck so I could get back and finally completely empty my bladder. Once I got back to my dorm, I actually got a really got parking spot near the building. After unloading most of the contents of my truck I realized I could take the rest back in one trip. I decided it was finally time to empty my bladder completely. I noticed a girl walk out of the dorm building and make her way to her car so I pretended I was looking for something in my back seat as I relaxed again. Almost immediately I felt my urine escape the confines of the diaper and run down my leg, but I didn't stop it this time. I felt the warmth continue to leak out the side of the diaper and run down my thigh, and breaking off at the knee, before making a small stream to the ground. I saw a small puddle begin to form before I closed my eyes and listened to the pitter patter of my urine meeting the asphalt parking lot. After what seemed like an eternity my bladder was finally empty. I grabbed the rest of groceries and headed to my room for the night. As I walked back I could feel my soaked Goodnight sagging, and warm urine continuing to leak from it and run down my thigh. At this point I was to tired and excited to care. After putting the groceries in their respective places, I went into the bathroom to take of my soaked jeans, and inspect the over saturated goodnight before jumping in the shower and taking care of other desires ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) .
  15. Hi guys. So I posted a similar video the other day, being on 12 etizolam and playing bass. Just now I smoked DMT, and had a fantastic trip. My battery died near the end so it got caught off kinda early *sad face*. At the end when I said "it's still going on I wanted to keep talking about it,but my laptop died. Since I was diapered and wearing my ABDL duckie footie pajamas, so by that technicality makes me allowed to post this in this section (assuming drug use is appropriate on here; please tell me if it isn't and I will kindly refrain from making such posts in the future). On a similar note, I understand we all have different interests. It's very likely that many of you guys (but probably not all of you) heavily frown upon drug use. I try my best to make it very clear when there is drug content in my videos, and I assume that people who do not share an interest in drugs will simply not click on the link. But, if I am offending anyone by posting this content, or if I am breaking any sort of forum rules, I will immediately stop posting such future content. That or, I would be more than happy to post in it the mature section; though it is my understanding that this is an adult forum, and such content is fair game, as we are all mature adults. Again, Please correct me if I'm wrong. Also, I'd like to know if there's actually a niche psychedelic crowd on here who appreciates this type of thing. Everyone on this sub-forum is into diapers to some extent, but not all of us our into drugs. I get that and respect that. So if these videos are completely uninteresting to you and everyone else on here, I'd also like to know, as I will probably post them elsewhere on a more drug-centric forum, not giving a damn if they find out about my ABDL side. But the trip was awesome. I don't know how familiar you are with DMT, but I broke through and went to hyperspace. Both open eyed and closed visuals were great. Extremely pleasant feeling. My bike in the corner of the room looked awesome, some kind of future super bike, When I coughed, I actually saw a small deity in my head. He help a red symbol and I could feel him telepathically communicating with me. He pretty much said "whoops, be careful how much you take in my friend." Very friendly entity. Also the duckies on my pajama looked like black and yellow ball of energy which was pretty cool. But overall it was great. Hope to have more tonight Here's the video:
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  18. My ex wife and my self used to Do breakfast every Saturday morning at a restaurant in old Ballard on the water front. We were both late 20's , both very busy in our occupations . And Saturday was are only free day together . We would sit at the restaurant , the hipster waitress already knowing our orders when we sat down. We would eat and make up for the lost time of the previous work week. And while doing this we would both drink 5 or 6 cups of coffee. We would inevitably finish . And drive down to the docks where I had my boats moored. At that point I had 3 commercial tugs. They were old and wore out , leaked some . But looking back at this time in my life I miss them. One was 80ft and was primarily used for doing recovery , or towing barges. I towed some very iconic Seattle water front vessels with that tug on more then one occasion. My next tug was 70 ft. Was used primarily in lake union for bringing vessels in and out of the dry docks. And lastly a 45 ft tug that I used for smaller commercial vessel towes or to assist in a more advanced tow. We crawled on to the smaller 45 ft tug and fired it off, and untied to head out to circle the lake as was our routine every Saturday after breakfast . I've mentioned before on this site my ex wife had a very small bladder . So about the time we got moving on the water she would need to pee. The smaller tug had no accommodations , and no head.(toilet) And since we were in a very visible Part of lake union , squatting over the side was not a great option. Give to many people a view of her butt. So having a interest in diapers I suggested it to her. The first time she used a diaper was very memorable . My ex was 5ft 8 curvy , but no one could call her fat , (think Marilyn Monroe ) long Burnett hair instead of blond . Wearing casual jeans and hoodie. She embarrassingly put on the diaper I offered her. And put it on in the pilot house. While I captained the boat trying to not look over and embarrass her any further. It wasn't more then 10 minutes after she put it on that she was fidgeting back and forth, another 5 minutes later it was over. She stopped fidgeting , and she ran her hands down her legs looking for wetness, but the diaper was good and held it. I think she used it twice that trip. She took it well ; and the diapers much like the breakfast , became a part of our Saturday. This continued on for 4 or 5 years Until our divorce.
  19. Hey guys, Poads here. Kind of a funny video. I'm pretty out of it on 12 etizolam right now. If you don't know what etizolam is, it's a research chemical that's legal in the United States. It's a benzo alot like xanax. And I'm on 12, so I'm pretty messed up haha. Without a tolerance, I would 100% for certain be blacked out. Since I'm on this much, I made many mistakes and my playing is VERY sloppy. This is not mean to impress anyone or show off my skills. This is strictly for fun. But for the lulz I decided to play some bass, and I happened to have a diaper on underneath so I can post it here. I also included some fun pics lol. Also some YouTube videos so can you can see me play. I am pretty bad though. You have been warned. Turn up the volume I sound quiet. Even sober at my very best I'm not that good. But I'm much better than when I'm on a heavy dose of benzos like right now.. But for the fact I was pretty intoxicated on benzos, I didn't consider this tiny practice to be too shabby. It will just make me a better sober player (if you can do things while messed up, you can do them better sober imo), well, it's an interesting video. I figured I'd share it. Who knows it might be amusing. ]
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  23. 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 :)
  24. Well, I'm back with another experience everyone! This takes me back. I was about six years old. I was still padded, as my previous experiences will tell. This was on one occasion wherein I had decided to try and use the urinals in the bathroom closest to my classroom for the first time that year. In if act, I don't think I really ever used urinals when I was younger. As I went to go use it, I realized A. I couldn't get the clasp reliably off my pants, and B. The two older kids, who were, at best, in third grade, maybe fourth max, would see my padding. I tried asking one of them for help removing my pants, but backed off, went into the stall, and soaked my diaper