Lord Taishi

I'm near the bay area myself.

I live in Napa, so im close by.

That sounds great! Maybe sometime this summer

I'd love to meet some too

I live in napa, pretty close to oakland

(I recognize that this one is not my best work. It was my first try and I got carried away. Please don't flame me!)

Im in Napa, about an hour's drive from Sac.

i detect sarcasm...this doesnt help me in any way.

I live in the Napa Valley, and I'm looking for any female DL's who wanna meet. Anyone?

Thank you! Wall E would be a perfect alternate choice! Or perhaps Suicide Club, its been out for a while, but the story, deaths and acting are all incredible when compared to The Happening. Plus, I agree with you on the hilarity part. I was laughing and thinking to myself "Oh my god, this is ridiculous!" when the old lady was bashing her head through the wall.

The day my brother and I went to see M. Night Shyamalan’s The Happening, I expected to at least be entertained by the fact that A) people are committing suicide so it might be brutal, and it would give me and my brother something to laugh about. Haw hee haw hee haw…..-puts gun to temple and shoots himself.- I would first like to say that in the past, whenever someone has mentioned how “awesome” The Sixth Sense and Signs were, and therefore how great a storyteller M. Night Shyamalan is, I have always taken it with several jars of salt because as far as I’m concerned, one or two successful movies a great director does not make, especially when said films are stranded afloat amidst a sea of cinematic piss originating from a familiar source without a floatation device save for the millions of “fans” who immediately gave up on this walking Hollywood failure after The Village and Lady in the Water (as well they should have). I believe I speak for a great majority of the theatrical and cinematic community when I pray to the gods that this movie marks the end of Mr. Night’s career. In the words of my brother Nick: “There is more mystery surrounding this guy’s career than in all of his movies combined.” No doubt the big mystery pertains to why M. Night still HAS a career. In this film, the big twist is: (Drumroll)……………………………………………………………

The hawk, never once losing sight of its prey, dive-bombed towards the falling little mouse. Fievel felt his fall suddenly stop, this time the hawk catching his shirt again and beginning to carry him back to its nest. Fievel’s bowels moved once again as he continued to fill his diaper, which by this point was very, very heavy. Fievel then saw another ledge and another opportunity for escape. He squirmed, eventually wriggling his way out of his shirt and using it to swing over to the ledge. He made it, but immediately lost his footing, sliding and tumbling down the mountainside and eventually landing on the desert floor again. Fievel wiped his eyes, panting and still sobbing. His diaper was so wet and full, it squished against his butt whenever he took a step. He pooped again when he heard the hawk, thus adding to the several layers of waste his pants now held, and began to run again. He felt the hawk’s talons brush against his diaper as he ran, this time without any idea where he could go. He squeaked fearfully as he heard the echoing shriek of the hawk right behind him, as it snagged the lower portion of fabric on little Fievel’s diaper. He felt the poop beginning to leak out of the top of his diaper, a few blotches of the waste spilling out and splattering to the ground. When the diaper tore, Fievel was once again struck with fear as he found himself falling towards another hole! He landed, bruised and battered, his diaper’s contents spilling out as the filthy underwear now clung to his body from the sticky poop. He froze, hearing something in front of him. A menacing…rattling sound…like a hundred baby rattles… It was then that the poor little mouse was faced with a gigantic Rattlesnake! He screamed, pooping and peeing in his pants simultaneously as the snake lunged, its mouth wide open and ready to swallow little Fievel whole. Fievel scrambled from the hole, only to be ambushed by the hawk. This time, its talon gripped the frontal padding of his diaper, which leaked when it was squeezed due to the lake’s worth of pee that had pumped into it from the little mouse’s bladder. Once again, the hawk carried the squirming, sobbing little mouse to its nest, dropping him on his diaper, which amazingly was still in one piece. Fievel crawled back against the side of the nest, as the hawk bent forward, its beak gripping his diaper. Fievel kicked and screamed. “Go away!!! Mama!!” The little mouse kicked, reaching into his diaper and throwing a small wad of poop into the hawk’s face. The hawk sputtered and squawked, its wings wiping the excrement from its face as a small portion of it was swept into its mouth. It was made apparent at that moment, that hawks do not enjoy the taste of poop. The hawk flew upward, the strong gust of wind from its wings blowing poor little Fievel over the edge. As Fievel fell, he saw a cluster of bright lights below him, and knew he was either in for even more danger, or possibly salvation. I realize theres a great deal of poop in this story, so for those of you who dislike it, I apologize.

“Uh oh!” was the only thing little Fievel could say as he was jerked from his position in the rafters. His bladder released its contents into his diaper. He knew he had been caught, and what was worse was he was now literally in the paws of the very person he had been spying on. “So, what do we have here? It appears to be a young pioneer!” he heard the voice of Cat R. Waul, his voice carried by an English accent. Fievel then felt his pants being pulled down as he was set on the hard wood table, with mouse-baby supplies lying all around him. “Now the feline in me would like to devour this tender young morsel…” as this was said, Fievel looked down and saw the tapes on his diaper being delicately removed by the cat’s enormous paws, and the cat’s nose wrinkled slightly when he noted the near layer of poop that filled the diaper. The sodden, nearly rotting diaper was rolled up and tossed away. “But the shrewd businessman in me knows that, if I do, the other mice will miss him…” a new diaper was laid down under Fievel’s tiny rear end, and a sprinkling of powder was applied. He could hardly believe it, he was getting a diaper change from a cat! But when he looked up and saw the cat’s hungry eyes looking down at him, Fievel began to whimper in a frightened manner. “…and come looking for him!” Fievel felt a new diaper tightening around his tiny butt, and was immediately lifted off the table by his tail and rolled up into a leaf of lettuce. When he realized this was happening, he could have easily peed, and possibly pooped his pants again, which would have rendered his all too previous diaper change a total waste of time. “The gourmet in me quivers at the thought of…mouse tartar!” Fievel saw the cat opening his mouth, and was struck with intense fear. The little mouse squeaked and pulled the lettuce over his head, wetting his pants in the process. “But the entrepreneur prefers not to be inundated by suspicious mice that could jeopardize my plan!” The cat unrolled the lettuce, slipping the frightened little mouse’s pants on over his wet diaper. “So we must exercise both willpower and finesse.” He set Fievel down, and the little mouse tugged on his pants, which showed a small bit of his diapered crotch. “Scamper back to your parents, little mouse! And do be careful, it’s frightfully hazardous out there!” Fievel stepped back cautiously, before waving and scurrying off. Cat R. Waul leaned down and whispered into the spider’s ear. “Give him the “Flying Ah” and make it good!” The spider laughed hysterically and rushed off, pursuing the poor little unsuspecting Fievel. Fievel scampered across the beam that had led him between the cars, while the spider followed directly beneath him, reaching up to grab the little mouse’s foot whenever it saw a chance, but each time he missed. “Mouse overboard!” the wicked spider cried out, causing Fievel to stop in his tracks. “Where?!” Little Fievel then felt something grip the seat of his wet diaper, and squeaked in fear as he saw the spider clinging to his padded derriere. He pooped in his pants as the spider looked up at him with a maniacal smile. The little mouse squeaked and grunted, pulling at his diaper, while the spider pulled back. With a frightened scream, Fievel leapt across the beams, losing his balance and falling from the train. He tumbled across the desert ground, finally skidding to a halt. He could feel the brown waste in his pants smashed against his butt as he looked on after the train, slowly shrinking into the distance.

A lone hawk glided through the cold air. Its form rested against the moon like a demon’s shadow. It turned its head in several directions, searching for new prey. Then it saw something, something that drew its gaze like a magnet to an anvil. A small speck of white, with a hint of red and blue, stood out against the desert sand. The hawk seemed to grin as it prepared to attack… The night air was cold, the moon casting a glow on the gloomy desert in which the little mouse stood. Fievel panted and wheezed for breath. The little mouse removed his hat, allowing the cool night air to reach the dark brown fur on his head. He reached down with his other hand and pulled the seat of his pants up, covering his diapered derriere. It was then that he felt a shadow fall over him. Fear shot into the little mouse’s heart when this happened. When he looked up, Fievel felt himself urinate in his pants. An enormous hawk swooped down on him, and just as Fievel was beginning to run, his pants fell down around his ankles, causing him to trip. The hawk shrieked with delight, it was only a matter of time before this tender little morsel would be in its grasp. “Oh no! Another animal that wants to eat me!” Fievel thought as the hawk passed over him, Fievel looked up and released a hoarse, terrified squeak. The hawk was making another round, and Fievel forced his pants back up and proceeded to run as fast as his tiny legs could carry him. The hawk descended upon him again, this time its talons snagging Fievel’s shirt. Fievel peed in his pants once again as his shirt tore. Fievel, at this point in time, was truly grateful for the plastic garment between his legs. When the little mouse landed, he scrambled to his feet once again, pulling his pants up and running, spotting a nearby hole in the ground. The shadow of the hawk crept across the ground, its eyes forever fixed on poor little Fievel. “Yes! I’m saved!!” The hawk came back behind him just as he was about to jump into the hole, its talons gripping his blue pants, exposing his cute little diapered butt. Fievel squeaked in terror, this time defecating in his pants. The hawk carried him for several feet, and the little mouse peed in his pants again. His diaper, by this point, was soaked and now quite full. Fievel was then tipped over, causing him to slip out of his pants. He landed and made a turn around, jumping into the hole, the hawk landing on top. The little mouse tumbled down into the hole, squeaking and grunting, unable to see. When he finally landed, he shook off the disorientation and looked around the hole, his frightened mousey eyes falling upon a pair of slowly opening red orbs in front of him. The hawk flew off of the opening of the hole, and Fievel tried to scream, but nothing came out. “OH NO!!!!!” the little mouse thought, pure terror was in his eyes as he crawled backwards, pooping in his pants once again at the sight of a monstrous scorpion. The poor little mouse was barely able to dodge as the scorpion’s stinger struck once, hitting a rock. The hawk circled hungrily above the hole in which the little mouse was hopelessly trapped. It watched like a hunter until it saw the right moment. The moonlight reflected something white in the hole, it was Fievel’s hat. The hawk began to make its descent, its eyes fixed on its target, which had now apparently split in two (little Fievel’s hat and diaper now showed themselves.) Fievel crawled backwards, the scorpion advancing on him. For a moment, the frightened mouse could have sworn he heard the shrieking of the hawk behind him, but was distracted by the scorpion, whose stinger pierced the front of his shirt, barely missing his diapered crotch. “Mama…papa…” The little mouse breathed despairingly as hopelessly fearful tears welled up in his eyes. Fievel was now backed as far as he could be against the edge of the hole, when suddenly he felt a claw rub against his diapered butt…it was the hawk! He squeaked in fear as the talon pierced his diaper, this time assuredly taking full hold of him as he felt another river of liquid waste flow into his pants once again. The scorpion lashed its stinger one last time, missing the poor little mouse’s foot by a moment. The hawk carried Fievel up into the air, the little mouse squirming in the bird’s grip. He felt the waste his diaper now contained being smashed against his tiny rear end. The hawk carried the now crying Fievel off into the night. “MAMA!! PAPAAAAA!!!!!” The hawk shrieked triumphantly, it had won. The squirming, sobbing little creature it now held in its talons would be dinner soon enough. Fievel jerked and pulled, crying for his parents as the hawk carried him onward. The hawk rose higher, relishing the delicious fear it had instilled in the little mouse. Tears streamed down little Fievel’s face as he pooped in his pants again, looking down and screaming at the sheer altitude. Eventually, the hawk neared a mountain. At the top, to the little mouse’s horror, was a nest. Fievel began to squeak in panic, desperately looking for a solution. He then spied a ledge, and it was then that an idea sprung into his head. He began to swing, and eventually his diaper slid off the hawk’s talon, allowing him to fall to the ledge. The hawk, however, was not about to be so easily avoided. It swooped around, the wind of its wings causing Fievel to fall from the ledge. The bird gripped the poor little mouse’s diaper once more, and little Fievel pooped in his pants again. But this time around the already torn fabric of the diaper would not hold out. With a loud rip, Fievel fell screaming from the hawk’s grip, peeing in his pants as he fell.

YES!!! DIAPERS RULE!!!!!! heehee, I just pooped.

I wish i could poop right now..i love pooping while watching Fievel Goes West

I LOVE ANIME!!!

I'd say my perfect mommy would either be Kirsten Dunst, or Rachel Weiss, both are real hot and I'd love to have my diapers changed by one of them.

okay, i finally have a basic summary of the plot. i know not a whole lot of this is explained in the story so far, but i hope this clears some things up. Diaper Ninjas = Oshime Origin: The Oshime ninjas have bases and villages worldwide. Their recruitment process involves seeking out incontinent children and training them to use their “disorder” to their advantage. For ages, they have been at war with a mysterious clan of assassins, nothing is known about this enemy group. Fighting Style: The Oshime Ninjas use Jutsus (techniques) that require much nutrition, thus their bodies excrete a phenomenal amount of waste. This is why all Oshime ninjas must wear diapers. Violet’s role in all of this: Violet’s real parents were Oshime Ninjas. The parents she knows were close friends of the Oshime clan, thus she was sent to their care when she was an infant when the Oshime village was supposedly destroyed. She was prophesized to have great potential as an Oshime ninja, thus is why she creates an inhuman amount of waste. The Oshime clan’s enemy also has their eyes on Violet, seeing her as a great threat to their society. I hope this helps.

aw come on. can someone plleeeeeeaaaaaaaase comment?

Violet Alegria sat in the boxcar for hours. The flat, desolate wasteland of desert rolled by slowly. Her intense violet eyes stared idly at the moon as her beautiful fingers twirled her long black hair. Her diaper was wet, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was getting away from her parents. After they had abandoned her in the field of battle, she no longer cared if she ever saw them again. She could remember it vividly. They were the ones who had put her in diapers in the first place, and the ones who had made her bowel and bladder condition all the worse. That was why Violet was always so timid and unsure of herself, this damn portable toilet hanging around her waist! She heard a noise that shook her loose from her hateful trance. She looked outside the boxcar, searching for the source of the noise. She slowly climbed out onto the hook in between the cars. When she was about the jump onto the next one, she felt something cling onto her foot. Violet looked down and screamed. A giant spider was pulling her towards its open jowls. She pooped in her pants as she struggled to break free of the spider’s grip. She finally tore free and leaped from the train, tumbling over rocks and sand until she was finally halted. Violet struggled to her feet, brushing dust and dirt from her dark green tank top and denim short shorts. She had cuts and bruises everywhere. Her fingers squeezed on the rump of her diaper, enclosing around the brown lump that had formed in her pants. “The first of many,” She grumbled to herself, as she began her long lonely trek through the night desert. 3 hours passed. Violet sat down for a breath. After a long period of silence, it was broken by the sound of her stomach growling. This reminded her of how hungry and tired she was. “Great idea Violet. Yeah, run away from home, jump on a train, it’ll be fun…with no fucking food!” She growled to herself. With a yawn, she decided that sleep was more important than her stomach. “Eh, I can use some weight loss anyway.” She thought as her eyes scanned the area. Immediately she spotted a large hole in the ground. “Perfect!” she said as she crawled in and curled up against a rather large rock…which eventually began to move. “What the fuck?” Violet breathed as she sat up, and immediately she was face to face with a massive rattlesnake. Violet began to chuckle nervously. “Uh, hi. Is this your hole? I’m sorry, I’ll just be going now.” The snake’s eyes flared, it’s tail rattled angrily as it continued to hiss. “Oh shit.” Her words held literal meaning as her bowels released another load of poop into her pants. Without another word, Violet made a mad dash for the opening. The snake’s tail maneuvered around her feet, causing her to trip. Immediately the snake bit at Violet’s midriff, catching onto the belt of her pants. Violet peed in her pants, and unbuttoned her shorts. She slipped free of the snake’s jaws and scrambled out of the hole. She ran for what seemed like a mile. When she finally stopped, she turned around frantically, only to find that the snake was gone. She breathed a sigh of relief, and felt the butt of her diaper again. “Dammit.” She thought, the idea that two solid loads now sat in her diaper was not pleasing to Violet at the moment, however something about the size of the lump did hold some subconscious pleasure for the beautiful young lady. She continued to walk, now wide awake after the ordeal with the giant snake. “Two monsters in one night, how can things get any worse?” She wondered, her hand unconsciously caressing the huge lump in her pants. After about 2 hours, Violet couldn’t fight her body any longer. She collapsed wearily into another hole in the ground. She slept restlessly, her dreams invaded by shadowy figures laughing at her, and pointing at her wet and poopy diaper. When she jolted awake, she realized she could not move her arms or legs. She looked down and saw that she was buried up to her neck in…no, it couldn’t be…her body was caked in a cocoon of poop! “Help! Please somebody help me!!!” Violet sobbed helplessly. She squirmed and struggled, feeling the warmth of the human waste and beginning to feel sick, yet strangely she was unconsciously aroused. She pulled and jerked, squeaked and grunted, and eventually freed herself. She looked down, her clothes, diaper and body were covered in a thin layer of poop. Her tear-filled eyes fell upon two red dots in the corner, and she felt a horrible feeling in her stomach. The thing crawled out of the shadows, and Violet’s eyes widened as she discovered her manner of company. She pooped in her pants again when she saw a gigantic scorpion! The scorpion lashed once at her, and Violet was barely able to dodge it. She pooped and peed continuously as the scorpion struck again, this time catching the crotch of her diaper. She crawled backwards, struggling to free herself. She began to cry as the scorpion’s jaws sunk into her diaper. Violet screamed through her tears and struggled to break free. She finally tore free and ran from the hole. After running for several minutes, she stopped when she was assured that the scorpion could not follow her. She leaned against a rock and breathed heavily. Her stomach lurched as she expelled a thick dribble of vomit, this had been one of the most frightening, and at the same time disgusting experiences she had ever had. Her body was brown with the now drying poop she had previously been buried in. “Goddammit! Why cant I find a place to sleep without some kind of monster attacking…” She never had a chance to finish the sentence, because a shadow had fallen over her. “What now?!” She growled and looked up. Violet peed in her pants when she saw an enormous bird swooping down upon her. She scrambled recklessly from the impending monster as the hawk’s talons gripped her black tank-top. “Oh my god!!!” She shrieked as she pooped in her pants yet again. Her tank-top tore, and Violet fell from the hawk’s grasp. She scrambled to her feet and continued to run, ducking behind a large boulder from cover. Violet sat for a minute, panting and praying that the bird had left. She peeked over the top of the boulder. No hawk was in sight. She breathed when all of a sudden she felt a claw grip the waist of her diaper. She screamed and pooped in her pants again as the hawk lifted the poor girl up into the sky, shrieking triumphantly. “Somebody help me!!” Violet screamed as she was carried off. The hawk carried the poor girl for 3 miles, until it finally dropped her into its nest. Violet’s eyes streamed with tears as she backed up to the wall of the nest, her dirty diapers swelling more and more. The wet contents of her pants leaked onto the floor of the nest. The hawk’s eyes stared at her diapers hungrily. Unbeknownst to Violet, a shadowy figure was creeping up behind the bird. The figure was a woman, dressed in a skimpy red ninja’s outfit, around her waist was a white disposable diaper. Violet screamed at the top of her lungs as the hawk’s wings burst free of their feathers, revealing two sets of writhing tentacles. The tentacles wrapped themselves around Violet’s arms and legs. Violet’s diaper sagged heavily with the amount of waste her bowels and bladder were producing. “No! Please don’t do it!!!” She sobbed as she squirmed. The hawk demon’s beak extended and slowly went towards Violet’s wet and dirty pants. The lady ninja decided at this moment to spring into action. She flew out of the darkness and threw a rolled up dirty diaper at the demon’s beak. The diaper exploded in a cloud of gas. The ninja grabbed Violet and swung by a grappling hook over the side of the nest. The hawk demon, subdued, stood on its nest and shrieked in defeat. When they finally got far enough away from the nest, Violet looked at her savior. “Who are you?” The ninja removed her red mask, revealing the face of a beautiful woman. “My name is Mai Shiranui.” “Thank you for saving me.” Violet said, kneeling down. “Thanks aren’t necessary. I had to save you. You were about to be raped by an Oni Kumo.” Mai said, pulling out a diaper bag and motioning for Violet to lay down. “For now, lets just focus on getting your pants changed.” Violet nodded and lay down, allowing Mai to get to work. “So, what kind of Ninja wears a diaper?” Violet questioned. Mai looked down at Violet and smiled warmly. “I’m a Ninja of the Oshime clan. We study Oshimejutsu.” Violet’s eyebrow cocked. “What does that mean?” “The Ninja art of the Diaper.” Mai answered, her hands gingerly undoing the tapes of Violet’s pants. “Wow, you did a number on your diaper, didn’t you?” She remarked, clearly indicating the three inch- thick layer of poop on the inside of Violet’s diaper. “Sorry, I get like than when I’m scared.” Violet giggled, blushing a little. “So, was that the only thing that attacked you?” Mai inquired. “No. I ran into a giant snake and a scorpion before that. However, that hawk was the first thing that tried to rape me!” Mai’s eyes held a look of intensity. She looked upward, and there was a long pause. “What’s going on, Mai?” Violet demanded. When Mai didn’t respond, that was the final straw. “Give me a straight answer! I’m tired of people keeping secrets from me!” Mai’s trance was broken, and she looked back at Violet, who’s eyes once again streamed with tears. “My parents did this to me all the time! They never told me anything! Even when I wouldn’t stop wetting the bed or shitting myself, they wouldn’t tell me what was going on!” Mai knelt beside Violet and embraced her, patting her head in an attempt to comfort her. “Why are you out here?” Mai asked softly. “I…I couldn’t…take it...anymore.” Violet answered between sobs. Mai released Violet from her embrace, and pulled out a handkerchief. “There there, now calm down and tell me what happened.” She said, holding the handkerchief in front of Violet, who took it and dabbed her eyes, sobbing occasionally. “We were in a fight. Not just some domestic quibble, but a full-blown fight. You see, I come from a long line of wizards. I’ve always been horrible with magic, but my parents keep trying to teach me. I don’t even know why they bother. They keep talking about some ‘inner power’, but I think it’s that inner power that put me in diapers in the first place! The only power I have is to poop and pee in my pants more often that a baby does! Anyway, my family is in a feud with a clan of priests. They call us sinful and misguided. I can’t say I don’t feel the same way. So, we were fighting a few of the priests, and at one point I was cornered. I looked around and my parents were gone! Two of the priests cornered me, ready to kill me…and they were gone. I screamed for them, but they never came. One of the priests attacked me, and I was barely able to escape. After that, I fled that place. I don’t care if I never see them again! I was about to die, and where were they?!” Violet broke down into tears once more, and Mai put a hand on her shoulder. “Do you want to come with me?” Violet looked up at Mai, her eyes glistening with her tears. “Wh-what d-do you mean?” She sobbed. Mai smiled. “I mean, do you want to come and live with me? Live with the Oshime clan?” Violet dabbed her eyes, and decided to herself that she had no other options. She nodded silently. “Okay. Now then, let’s get you a clean diaper on!” Violet nodded again, and lay herself back down, allowing Mai to continue with her long-overdue diaper change.

I love masturbating in my diapers. Especially right when im about to poop in them!

Hey, i know im gonna be labeled as some lonely geek for this, but are there any girls here who have AIM? I cant find any girls in my area who are into diapers and i wanna know if there are any here who are interested in cyber diaper sex. let me know, okay?