Two Chapter Of Me And Sam’s Comic, URI AND THE WOLF Is Now LIVE On TAPAS! Links Added On A Reblog.

This adorable proposal.

Oh my God! Is that really you? It is! Wow, you look a bit different than the last time I saw you, don’t you? Looks like you’ve swapped business suits for bulky diapers! And pee-yew! I think someone’s done a whoopsie, hasn’t he? Do you need a change, sweetie?

Hahaha! Awwww, that’s so cute! Actually, I’ve been hoping to run into you. I have a little secret to share… It was me. I’m the one who submitted your name to the regression centre. I just thought it would be so funny to see my boss go from yelling at women in his office to being dependent on them to change his diapers!

Oh wow, you look so mad! But what are you going to do about it now? Throw a tantrum at me? Oh look! Here comes your Mommy. I think I’ll ask her if I can help change your dirty diaper, and maybe even babysit you sometime. Doesn’t that sound fun?

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I drew this based on this Tumblr post I saw on Instagram but I don’t remember whose idea it was. Of course, I had to make it more gay.

How do you shade hair. Ugh. And lol Keith got more buff in the last panel.

Also, I’m trying another way of coloring/lining because the way that I usually do it takes way too long for some reason but now that I’ve finished this, I think that I’m going to mix things up. Yep.

Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.

Reblog to save a life?

“It’s the look I get when she knows I’m on the verge of wetting myself, but still a long way away from our destination. Failure is eminent and she loves it when I can’t hold it anymore. My bladder muscles ache so bad and my pride hurts all the more. She makes me cum in my pants all the time and forced me into diapers. Now she forces me to wet myself. I used to be strong and able to control myself, but she’s taken all my strength and control away. My stamina, my bladder are now always at her mercy, but she has zero mercy to give. The tiniest bit of pee escapes, but I manage to grunt and hang on for just a minute more. The pain subsides, but then returns with a vengeance. This is it! I can’t do it anymore. My bladder muscles slowly let go and the dam is now broken. In seconds, a river of pee will gush into my diaper and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I glance at her in shame and back down at my pants in helplessness. Pee is traveling though my urethra at lightning speed and splashes into my thick pink princess diaper like a garden hose. I lean my head back in utter physical relief as things are getting really warm in my pants and my diaper is expanding like crazy. “Awe poor baby just couldn’t hold it, huh?” my girlfriend says. All my pee continues it’s course and I can feel how heavy my diaper is. The plastic-backed pink padding is now almost as spent as I am and I am worried about a possible leak at this point. Finally the liquid assault ceases and my diaper did it’s job, barely. My girlfriend leans over and gently feels how heavy and swollen my diaper is. “What would happen if I just…” and she gives my diaper a small squeeze. Instantly I become hard as a rock and now my diaper is now working at full capacity just to maintain my wetting. I beg her to stop, but she doesn’t. It only takes seconds for her to bring me to the edge of release. The warm wet diaper massaging me at her hand, how hot she looks, her confidence… I tell her to please keep going. She gives a subtle but sinister smile as her grip strengthens and pace quickens. I am in complete ecstasy with a total loss of control. Pee is bouncing up and over the leg gatherers. My pants are getting wet. I am squirting an absolutely gigantic load into my leaky diaper. I gasp for air. My muscles are defeated. My stamina got it’s ass kicked. My diaper has failed and my pants got really wet. I just sat there in complete failure as I looked into her eyes. She stared right into me and said…”You belong to me little one. I own you. You are not your own anymore. What just happened proves that to the both of us. This is your new life. So you better get used to it”. What choice did I have but to be okay with everything she just said? What possible argument was there? There wasn’t. She was right. I looked down at my mess and she told me not to cry about it, that she would clean me up and change me into a fresh diaper. At that moment, I accepted things as they were and began looking forward to our future together.  

Obsessed with this tiktok it won’t leave my mind’s eye