#i constantly wet the bed now too which is fucking embarassing

[psychoticwillgraham]

tfw ur only working med makes u piss like a racehorse with every single drop of liquid. and i mean just ONE drop does it and from that one drop I’ll be pissing for an hour straight.

fuck lurasidone all my homies hate lurasidone

[hxarrysbabe]

Harry writing prompt: you and Harry had been a short fling. But a very deep fling. You two were super connected and felt like you knew each other perfectly and understood each other. But you broke up and now he sees you around town. In a grocery store. Or at Starbucks. He always seems to notice when he's in the same area as you. And he can't handle not talking to you anymore. He needs you to see him, too. He needs your eyes to meet his again. What happens between them is up to you!

Harry never thought that it would be that hard to forget her. But that's why it hurts him so damn much - because he wasn't prepared. The pain is unstoppable but constantly changing. Even today, when he decided to take a day off of work and just do the laundry at home and then sit and watch TV for hours, when he looks at the pile of clothes on the floor, his heart starts beating fast and hurtful as if it's going to rip off his chest. It is the memory, connected to his dirty clothes, that triggered it. He remembers the last time Y/N was in his house. Back then they still used to fight a lot and never really listen to each other. It was a day or two before they actually broke up. And he hates these clothes because she used to do the laundry. He hates them because she loved when he kissed her after it and thanked her. Yes, he hates them because the last time he was able to really feel her, the chance was took from him by the sounds of the washing machine which reminded her how rare he did the laundry for both of them and that caused one of the last few fights they had. And no, they didn't end up as in the beginning of their relationship.He kicks one of his old socks, laying on the ground, and it flies to the bathroom. He curses the open door and the washing machine he hits his big toe in, the pain in his chest, even the fucking laundry basket. He wants to throw it away and to never see it again. It's shocking him what of an influence she has on him even after just two months of seeing each other. Her scent is haunting him, reminding him of lavender and jasmine. Images of her, doing domestic shit and looking like a Greek goddess, are burning his eyes from the inside out. When he closes his eyes, he forgets she's not there with him and almost believe he's seeing her right in front of him for real. When he lays naked in bed at night, cold and lonely, he wishes for her to come and warm him. He almost hears her voice from time to time, usually when he makes himself something for dinner or brushes his teeth in the bathroom. It's driving him crazy to not have her next to him, he knows it. It's true abstinence. The last time he really did saw her, was in Starbucks. He went there to buy himself a coffee so he won't fall asleep in the studio. He didn't know why he kept coming back there and keeping the band busy when he hadn't had inspiration from weeks. But the last thing he expected was to meet her at 8 a.m. when he couldn't control even his eyes from shutting down. The thought from keeping himself from embarassing himself as he clinges onto her and begs her to come back to him, is crazy. How can he prevent his body from coming alive when all it waited for was exactly this moment?And it came alive. His eyes opened wide, almost falling out of his lids. His mouth filled with spit, hungry to taste her lips or her skin, or everything she could give him. His hands felt empty and he had to dig them in the pockets of his jeans to prevent a sudden reflex. Even thought he didn't want to admit it even more than anything else, even his cock throbbed in his pants. Then the pain flushed through his whole body and almost made him collapse on the floor. It was so fucking hard not to hug her from behind, smell the scent of her hair and kiss her cheek.All they did was to say rushed hi to each other. All they did was to avoid each other. All they did was fighting for survival after the storm on their own.Sara, Mitch, Clare and Adam knew. Even the boys from his previous band knew. Of course all of them knew. They constantly called him a wanker for ruining the best relationship in his life. But in the same time they supported him too, took him to his favourite places and made him get outside of his house when he didn't feel like getting out of bed and living this day.The night he takes his phone from the drawer beside his bed, is cold and lonely. Tears run down on his cheeks, wetting his skin and reminding him once again how addicted he is to her. He needs her more than anything and nothing is making it up for him if she's not there, laying on his chest. So this is the breaking point. The moment he doesn't care anymore about egos and fights, sounding pathetic or embarrassing himself. All he cares is about the hole in his chest, growing with every second he's not touching her."Yes?" she sounds confused and tired when she picks up the phone call. Did he just wake her up? The image of how beautiful she is while sleeping almost burns his mind."I-I..." he stops, not sure where to start from. "Sorry for bothering you. I know that it's midnight and you had a really long day at work but... I miss you. I miss you so fucking much, Y/N. You can hang up any moment you want but before you do it, i just have to ask you if i can drop by your house.""Wait, like right now?"He nerviously runs his fingers trought his hair and tugs on it, not sure what to tell her. His eyes are red and puffy from crying when he looks himself in the mirror. And the morning is wiser than the night, but he misses her. And that's what matters the most."Yes, I can be there in ten minutes."Then there is a long lasting silence between them. It drives him crazy to the point he feels like punching his head into the wall. But he doesn't even think for a second to hang up because she doesn't react to his plead. Even thought he knows how unhealthy for him is to stay on the phone and wait for her denial, for him to break his heart all over again. "Okay."And this is all he needs to just grab the car keys from the table in the living room and to rush out in the middle of the night, searching the street for his car. He used to like driving with the windows down and the radio on. But not anymore, their breakup took this away from him. But he isn't complaining, not when he's just ten minutes away from his maybe-a-second-chance-maybe-not. After he knocks on the door and she opens it from him, the first thing that falls from his mouth is:"I'll do the laundry".She bursts in laugh but after seeing him just nervously standing there with red eyes and tired face from not sleeping enough, she lets him in."Why do you tell me this?" She asks when he sits on the couch. "I was just... Just" he shuts his mouth, watching her move to the kitchen counter and turning the coffee machine on. "You know that this is one of the reasons why we broke up. I wasn't doing the fucking laundry. And I wasn't helping you with the dishes every time after we ate at home. And I wasn't paying enough attention to you because I was too preoccupied with work. But I'm here now, telling you I'll do these things. Just tell me if you want me to."She gives him the mug of coffee and reaches to touch him, but then stops herself, letting her arm freeze in the air. She didn't ask him how he wants his coffee. It wasn't necessarily because she knows all too well, every detail of him. "It wasn't you the only one who was the reason why it didn't work. I was scared from all the feelings you made me feel even after such a short period of dating. So I used to kind of fight them back, always finding why to start a fight. And I'm sorry for being a coward when you was nothing but fearless about what we had. I'm really sorry, Harry. But if we want to start something new, we should first make sure we won't do the same mistakes."He almost starts crying when sees her sit on the couch next to him and grab his hand in her both. They're so small and incomparable to his. So that's why they fit so well. "I miss you" he shrugs and fights the urge to kiss her with his mouth wide open - just like his heart. "I can't do anything about it. And it hurts. So whatever you'll want from me, it doesn't matter. I'll do it."She nods and gently wipes off the single tear that fell from his eyes. "I don't want you to shout from a roof top that you love me. I don't want the stars from the sky. I just want you to be there for me when I need you and to help me with the domestic shit sometimes. That's it, Harry. Nothing else. And I won't run from you anymore, I promise. I had my lesson, sitting on this couch for two weeks and not being able to eat and sleep because of my love for you.""Wait" he scrunches his eyebrows and his whole face lits up. "What did you just say?""Umm, that I won't run anymore?""No, no, after that!"Her own face lits up now, the drained color from it coming back again."Is it true?" he asks, not knowing if he should take her in his arms and spin her around the room or if he should take her right there on the couch."Yes, I love you. I love you."She bursts out in tears the same time he wraps his arms around her waist and presses his lips on hers. It's funny how they couldn't even say hi to each other before a few days but now they're both crying in each other's arms, confessing their love for the other.

[im0nwpa-blog]

Probably the Best Sex of My Life

Wow. Alright, about 4 months ago I got out of an almost 4 year relationship that was.... well bad. Both of us got out of control and it was mutually abusive (DRUGS ARE BAD). Anyway, it finally ends.

Now, I am pretty timid. It takes a while to open up to new people and I don't really do large gatherings. Unless it's something nerdy like Magic the Gathering night or a LAN party, because I am a) a nerd and b) kind of... lived more than the average comic book shop denizen. Without going too deeply into the way overthought philosophy I have created: I am a hedonist and pursue pleasure, and in order to know if something is pleasurable you have to do it, so if it is safe - or consequences acceptable - then I'm game to at least try. This isnt something I broadcast too heavily, but I do find myself frequently in interesting situations while pursuing pleasure with innately poor autonomy.

It was at one such gathering for MTG Night that I met a girl we'll call Tess about 5 years ago. Something about a combination of huggy bombs, this girl totally fitting my type, and boosted confidence because of the environment I made a total fool of myself because I am terrible as a "pickup artist" of any kind. I dont really know how I've gotten with most women I've been with, it always kind of just happens (or lets be realistic, I had drugs and/or money, low standards, and an addiction to sex).

To describe Tess, she is very thin and tone with small perky breasts, brunette hair, a constantly sing song voice, and an incredibly lovable personality. Very much so a rural, Christian girl who loves her kin and prays before bed, but stills gets down because there isnt much else to do and Jesus forgives. A innocence seemingly beautiful in its purity that I can never help but wanting to show the other side. At least I thought.

Obviously she me down that night, but was really cool about it. We remained friends and humg out/smoked pot from time to time. As our comfort grew, we both became more open about more personal aspects of our life. Mostly that Tess loved sex and had a diversity of partners. I think half of it was an attempt to get my ex gf to dump me. In retrospect it would have made my life easier but thats life: theres a low for every high.

Flash forward to about 2 months ago. Tess wants to fuck a guy with a strapon. She really liked fingering a guy, now she wants to fuck one. Uncharacteristically, I saw I'm down. Fresh out of a relationship, curious, so why not. We still havent ordered the strap, but I think Tiff kind of assumed I was joking.

It comes up a few times, but still no real plan or action. And then last night happened. I get a message around 9pm:

Tess> You should come pick me up at midnight.. we'll go hang out at your trailer for like an hour.

Im0> I can prolly swing that :p

Tess> Be here at midnight!

I picked Tess up from her gas station job. We both admitted we were nervous. I told her this was probably going to be embarassing as I hadn't been laid in a while.

I should note here that for a while I have called my friend Tess a slut. Because she is and that's awesome. If there's informed consent from all parties you do you homegirl, men don't get shamed so women shouldn't either: own that fucking word. We aren't entirely PC people.

We arrived at the trailer and smoked a J to calm down, and it was a little awkward at first, but very quickly we fell into a groove. I had wanted to do this for years. This woman, in my mind gorgeous. I may have had an trusive fantasy or two. All I can say is somehow the fantasy couldn't touch reality.

She laid down on the bed and I awkwardly started teasingly asking her questions running my hand up and down her petite frame as I began teasing and nibbling her neck. She immediately let out a little moan and pushed her hips into me. I teased her, asking if she had been fantasizing about this to which she replied with a coy maybe.

I lifted up her shirt a little and kissed around her tight stomach, making sure to gently graze her panty line. Slowly I pulled down her leggings and underwear another moan escaped her lips.

I let my hands run up and down her long tan legs.i continued my nibbling and kissing on her inner thigh. Her back arched and she tried to shove her pussy toward my face. I sat up, pulling away from her already very wet pussy.

I scooped her up to me and took off her shirt and kept up my assault of nibbles and kisses. She could stop grinding against my leg.

Tess likes dirty talk, I knew this from her stories. I have some experience as a switch. I played with her nipples while commenting on how she was even sexier than I imagined. Her reply was a moan and arching of the back.

"You really like it when I say you're a slut, huh?" Her moans and increased breathimg tell me she does. "You are so fucking wet. I could get you to do anything right now, couldn't I slut?" Among the moans I hear a distinct "MHMM".

I finally make one last teasing run from her neck down. I tried to touch every bit of skin with my lips and tongue. Finally all that is left is her clit. I gently swirled my tongue around it and took it into my mouth and ever so gently suckled. Instantly she was bucking and moaning, loudly! Looking up from between her legs, her dripping pussy soaking my chin, and she came. I suckled just a few seconds longer before sitting up:

"That was so fucking hot. You really are a slut, your pussy soaked my face."

Her response was to pull me down to her, begin sucking on my neck while wrapping her legs around me and wildly humping me.

"Do you want me inside you?"

She let out an exasperated "Yes!"

"Not yet!" I said with a grin. I pushed her hands down and again began sucking on her swolen clit. Teasingly I worked a finger inside of her pussy. Even as turned on as she was, she was very tight. I rubbed those little ridges that are on the "top" and sucked on her clit.

Now I fucking love giving orgasms, and like to think I am a quick study. This girl came so rapidly and so many times I can't really describe it. There was already a wet spot forming on the bed when I finally asked, "Well, wanna see if my dick really is thick, my slave."

She could barely manage a "Yes," in between moans.

"Then beg for my dick slave Tess. Tell me exactly where you want it."

I slipped off my shorts as she breathlessly begged for me to shove my dick into her slut pussy. After watching her buck and squirm and beg to my satisfaction I slowly slid my remarkably averagr cock into the tightest pussy I have ever felt. Every time she orgasmed, which was seemingly with every stroke, shed slam our hips together and shake as her pussy clamped down on my dick. Wel alternated myself on top, sitting, and her on top.

I was in awe of how sexy she was. When I let out a growl she immediately pulled me down on her and squeezed mh dick in her velvet vise.

"Do you like my growling?"

She couldnt halt the moans, but she could nod her head yes while it was buried in my shoulder. Her mouth biting hard trying to suppress one of those super loud moans.

"You can be as loud as you want here, slut. Its kind of cute how you sound like wounded prey, whimpering and breathing so fast."

I slid my hand up to her neck, not doing a blood choke but still firmly placed. I whispered in her ear, "You're my toy now," and let out long low growl and started fucking her hard and fast, slowly gripping the sides of her throat.

This is when something I've always wanted to happen did. She squirted. This has always been a kink of mine. I stopped dead and she kept bucking up, slamming me into her and just shrieking. I began to feel the signs of cumming so I stopped and pulled out. Her hips continued to buck hopelessly.

"Do you swallow, Tess?"

"I can," she replied breathlessly.

"Good," I said as I laid back, "I want you to suck all of your pussy juice off my dick slutslave."

She eagerly complied and toom my whole cock into her mouth. It hardly fit (small mouth) but somehow she managed to cause a ripling sensation along the whole thing. I made her look me in the eye while she sucked my dick.

I spun her around eager to taste her pussy again while she sucked my cock. I noted how her juices dripped from her pussy. I gently pushed against her mouth making my cock go just a little further down her throat and told her how her pussy was dripping. I took her clit into my mouth and buried my face into that warm, wet cave. She had been opened up by my dick, but her legs immediately began to shake. I suck on her clits while running my nails dowm her back and burying my nose in her pussy. My entire face was absoluter covered in her juices when she began to shake and squirted again all over my face.

She began working her tongue around the head of my dick and I experienced a sensation I never have before. The intense pleasure of orgasm with no ejaculation. She kept me in that wonderful state for what seemed like forever before climbing on top of me, looking me dead in the eye and desperately saying, "I need your cum. Now, please."

There was a look of true desperation in her eyes. We were both totally out of breath and covered in all manner of nodily fluids. She rode my dick like a woman possessed. Even now every 7 or 8 thrusts I'd feel that clamping and she'd shove my dick deeper into her to keep it from being forced out.

Now, I kind of have a creampie/preg risk fetish. Newly discovered in the last year. We had agreed I would pull out, but at this point she was just begging me to cum, so I asked where she wanted me to.

She responded breathlessly, "Anywhere." And begind grinding me faster and even harder. I was in ecstasy. She was bucking me so hard and screaming as she came over and over again.

"God I'd love to fill your tight littlr slave pussy with cum."

Another blast of wetness meant that she had just squirted at the thought of me filling her pussy with cum. She collapsed on top of me, totally exhausted.

"Let's get you a drink, and I want to bend you over the couch."

She got up in an almost mesmerized daze and walked the hall. I am reasonably certain this is when she hit subspace. She took a few drinks of water and without being told bent herself ovet the side of the couch.

"Do you really want me to fill you pussy with my cum?" I asked as I lifter her ass up and slide my dick back into her pussy. She whimpered and pushed me deeper into her.

Coming Next Part 2!

[abdlbdsmstories]

The Setup

This story involves sexual  encounters, female degradation, humiliation and nappies/diapers.

PART 2

"That was beautiful my dear. Thank you. Heres the plates for you. I see your nappy is still unused." Ryan said to me. I was shocked that he was expecting me to use it.

   "Please don't make me use the nappy. Can't I just use the toilet like any normal person?" I asked him. He immediately looked at me angrily,

   "You will do as you are told and use that nappy for its intended purposes. Do you want a proper spanking? When you want to use your nappy you will come in here and ask us if you can use it. Ok" He asked. I nodded my head, and walked off in a petulunt manner and washed the rest of the dishes. The kitchen now looked pristine, the surfaces glistined and I was pleased with my work. A shame there was so much more to do. I then went into the bathroom and it was a state. The toilet was caked in pooh, the bath had a layer of scum all round it and the sink looked disgusting. I got the bleach and just covered the bathroom in the stuff and left it to soak whilst I cleaned up the bedroom. This was a bit easier than the other rooms, all I had to do was make the bed and put the clothes away. Strangely there were a few bits of womans clothing on the floor, a bit of lingerie to be precise, from Victorias Secret so it was quite expensive. I laid it on the bed neatly then went back to the bathroom and the mug and grime cleared easily. I scrubbed the toilet, the increasing on my bladder and bowels was making me want to use it. I so wanted too but I knew I would get caught so I decided against it. Once completed, I went into the front room where the boys were sitting. They ordered me to fetch them a beer from the fridge which I did. I got to the fridge and I was hit with a crippling pain across my stomach and bowels. The pressure was immense, and I knew I was in trouble. I went back into the front room and handed the men there beers. I had to ask the question I had been putting off for so long,

   "I need to use the toilet please." I laid on the puppy dog eyes and pleaded to them.

   "What for?" Was the reply I got from Steve. I couldn't admit to it, but I had no choice.

   "I need a wee and a no.2." I replied embarrasingly. Now they both smiled and looked intrigued.

   "How big is your poop going to be? Do you think the nappys is going to hold it all?" Ryan asked, mockingly.

   "I, I dont know. I think I should use the toilet." I shyly replied, now hopping from one foot to another in pain. I grimaced in pain.

   "Don't you dare even think about pooping yourself just yet. LEt me get the camera first." Steve replied. He went off into the bedroom then came back with the camera. I was ordered to go and stand on the little balcony and face the boys.

   "Right Missy, you can let yourself go now. And don't hold back." Ryan ordered me. I couldn't hold it anymore and squatted down, the poop immediately vacated my bowels and filled the nappy, accompanied by a heavy of stream of piss it sagged desperately betwen my legs. The pee leaked out, running down my legs and pooling in front of me. Then a leakage of poop ran down my legs and pooled around my feet. I fell to the ground and ended up sitting in a mass of pee and poop. As my padded backside hit the gorund, the poop splattered up my back and out of the leg cuffs making a huge mess much to the delight of the 2 men. They were both chuckling away as I was now in tears, stuck in this highly embarassing and disgusting predicament. Ryan spoke to me,

   "Stand up and show the camera what you have done." I stood up, the brown and yellow mess of a nappy sagging between my legs and slowly turned around. The back of the nappy was full with poop, as was most of the front.

   "What have you done?" Steve asked me.

   "Wet and messed myself." I replied, now crying, my eyes streaming with tears. I bet I looked every part the real baby now. The smell of poop was quite overwhelming even though I was perched on an outside balcony. Grey clouds were now over head so they ordered me inside.

   "Come inside now, the rain will wash your foul mess away. Go and stand in the bath tub." Ryan ordered me. I made my way inside, and hopped into the bath tub and stood waiting for the men. Steve came in with the camera and Ryan ordered me to take the nappy off and stand facing the wall. I undid the tapes and the nappy dropped to the floor, splattering over my feet. I turned round and pressed my hands against the wall whilst the lads inspected my backside. My bum was quite pert, not too flabby but now it was caked in poop. They were both mocking me calling me ' shit-girl' which was quite upsetting. I turned round to face the men and Ryan handed me a black bag.

   "Put your shitty nappy in here shit-girl then get yourself cleaned up. We will be waiting for you in the bedroom." I did as he said and scooped up the nappy and put it in the bag then put the bag on the bathroom floor and turned the shower on. The water was freezing cold and sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn;t work out how to turn the jet power down and the cold water was painful. I positoned it betwen my legs and watched all the water turn brown as the shit cleared from  my ass and legs. I quickly ran the sponge and soap over my body and got out still shivering. The men hadn't left me a towel or anything so I quickly shook off the excess water and went into the bedroom where the men were waiting for me. They had a nappy laid out on the bed for me which I immediately hopped on. They were both naked and I knew some form of sexual encounter was close. I still had the babys dummy clamped to my nipple and Ryan shoved the dummy in  my mouth whilst he nappied me. HE didnt bother with any powder she taped the nappy which was bigger than the other one over my pussy. Then Steve caught me by surprise and slipped something over my head, pinning my arms to the side of my body. It was a cream strait jacket, Steve proceeded to tighten the buckles till it was tight on me. I tried to wriggle out of it but it was no use I was officially stuck and at there mercy. Then a mask was placed over my head, taking away my sense of sight and sound. It just had a hole for my mouth to fit in that was it. I could hear or see nothing. Then there was nothing, I couldn't feel anybody touching me or anything. There was this inevitable suspense, then I felt a hand move my nappy to one side and a penis slipped inside me. It felt huge, it definitly wasn't Ryan or Steve I couldn't remember those 2 being that big. It slowly moved its way inside me, before pumping and pumping away vigourously. Another penis entered my mouth and I was being well and truely used. I was started off in the missionary position for what felt like an hour or so, then forcibly moved into doggy style a few pillows propped underneath me to heighten up my backside. I was constantly fucked and face fucked aggressively, admittedly the way I liked it. Then I was flipped between cowgirl and reverse cowgirl riding the cocks like a proper cow girl. After what was around 2 hours or so a few of the participants cummed in my mouth big style. I thought I was going to choke at the amount of cum that I had to swallow. A good 3 or 4 loads were dumped inside me. Then the sex stopped, I think I cummed the guys whilst not orgasming myself. The mask was ripped from my head and it took me a minute or 2 to adapt to the light. There was a huge shock in store for me, there standing at the end of the bed was my ex husband. The man who had always dreamt of turning me into a nappy wearing slut. I wanted to cry, I was so humiliated and to top it all off he had his best friend filming it, along with Ryan and Steve they had all fucked me.

   "You bastard, I can't believe you have done this to me" I blurted out to him.

   "Now now baby girl, from what I hear you didn't put up much of a fight!" He replied.

   "I was desperate for the money. Our divorce has left me skint." I cried out to him.

   "Ahhh diddums. Should have thought about that before turning down my offer. So here we are, 18 hours to go. We sure got some fun games to play with you, you little slut. And seeing as you haven't orgasmed yet I think we should let you." He sniggered back. I was quite scared now and this showed as I flooded my nappy.

   "Ha, ha look at the slut, shes pissed herself." Ryan told the room, all of them chuckling away. My ex husband, Mark, ripped off my nappy and proceeded to humiliate me by placing it on my face and taping it tightly round head. The pee stain landed right on my face, intoxicating me with the rancid aroma of piss. Then he ripped a hole in the nappy where my mouth was and rammed a dildo into my mouth telling me to suck it good as it was going in my pussy. I awkwardly gagged on the dildo, lubricating it as much as possible then it was taken from my mouth and pushed inside my pussy. I could hear the men laughing and taking it in turns to ram it in and out of my pussy forcing me into a screaming, but muffled orgasm. My body writhed up and down, humping the dildo as much as possible then I forced my legs apart and let out a squirting orgasm. Piss and cum squirted out of my pussy all over the bed. The men loved it, they were high fiving each other at the fact they had a squirter on there hands. The nappy was then taken from my face and Mark gave the men there orders.

   "Right, put that nappy back on her. Get as many on her as is possible. Then the pants then take her home. I'm done with her for the time being." I was quite relieved to here him say that. Though my humiliation was to get slightly worse. Steve, Marc and his friend left the room with the camera sat on the tripod at the end of the bed whilst Ryan stayed to nappy me. We chatted for a bit whilst he retaped the soaking wet nappy on me after powdering my pussy vigourously.

   "How did he get you into this?" I asked.

   "Well me and Steve play football with him and he told us where you sometimes hang out with your friends. I must admite we were kinda freaked out by the whole nappy thing but he paid us well so we cant complain. Plus we got a free sex session out of it." He smiled back at me, winking. He was quite cute in a good way. I couldn't understand his nappying technique, after every nappy he put on me he ripped holes in it. I asked why.

   "Mark told us to do it. Otherwise everything will soak into your first nappy and leak. I've got to get at least a half dozen on you to last till the game ends." He replied back. I just stared blankly at him, looking shocked as he proceeded with the 3rd nappy and repeated the process of tearing holes and strips in it. My legs were now firmly prized apart and thoughts were going through my mind of the how the bulk was going to be concealed. A few minutes and Ryan had gotten the 6th nappy on. He stood me on my feet and I looked down at my newly padded self. The nappys came up over my belly button resting just under my breasts in effect covering my whole chest, then round to my back expanding my already biggish backside immensely. I couldn't put my knees together and I had to waddle to move. My ordeal wasn't finished yet, Ryan pulled out a pair of huge transparent plastic pants with a chain attached and helped me into them. The chain was tightened and locked behind me. Ryan patted my backside, kissed me on the cheek and left the room, leaving me standing there helpless. A few minutes later the door reopened and I was dragged into the front room.

   "We are going to take you home now seeing as it is getting late and we have a business deal to do tonight. You have 6 nappies on. That should last you till we come back tomorrow morning, around 12ish. Thats when your ordeal will be over. Understand? If I find you have tampered with the nappys in anyway you will spend the whole week nappied. Remember we have pictures and videos!" Mark exclaimed to me. I nodded my head in agreement. I now had to spend at least another 8-10 hours in the nappys and use them for their intended purpose.