Why does even thinking about wearing a pullup render me incapable of holding my bladder 😫
Why does even thinking about wearing a pullup render me incapable of holding my bladder 😫
I love walking around wirh peed panties under a dress. Nobody can tell!
Having some fun outside! Which will probably end with very wet and messy panties as it usually does these days
Luckily I’ve been keeping a towel and some bags because of all my adventures lately, but no extra pants 😬 I already used them!!
HELP I AM PEEING MY PANTS IN MY CAR AHHHHHHHH
I just want to pee my damn pants, ya feel?
Proof!! This was such an unreal experience. Holding till bursting and then feeling more and more helpless with each leak into my pullup made me feel so little and then finally losing control and leaking into my pants! Not to mention the unplanned messing, which really took this to a whole new level!
Update: I was only planning to wet myself and after my bladder burst I felt so much overwhelming relief that I started to mess myself too! I am now left leaking and very stinky and still kinda have to go… I’m glad I brought some spare pullups and an extra pair of pants 😬
This is how it started. My name is Karen. I felt that I was completely normal until puberty hit. I was a typical teen in that I felt like the whole world was against me. But I finally got over those little things that I realized were simply anxieties that came with the age. I was just getting my head on straight when I got my period and began to develop breasts. Then all hell broke loose: it came with a tingle in my pussy that wouldn’t quit. The feelings of ants in my pants came with lubrication—lots of lubrication. It was embarrassing to soak my panties with my girl juices. Then it would stain my jeans with a wet circle over my private parts.
I finally broke down and asked my parents what was going on. Such a help they were. My mom and dad put their heads in the sand and said that all that stuff “down there” would pass. I asked if I should go to a doctor, but my mom claimed that it happened to her when she was my age and that it was normal.
When I loaded the laundry with my wet and sticky undies, she offered me some pads from her menstrual supplies. I hesitated to use them because they made my pants puff out like I was wearing a diaper, which was ironic in light of what would happen next.
After a few upsetting incidents, I finally decided to wear the poofy pads in my panties to keep the slippery fluid from wetting my jeans and running down my legs. The use of pads presented me with a mixed bag of consequences. In fact, you could say that they made things worse in that they rubbed my clit and caused more flooding. On top of it all, I came. I mean the big “o,” as in “Oh my God!”
This was just one of those incidents, but it kind of defined the rest of my young life. It was an awakening to more expansive perversions. It should have been an ordinary school day. I was doing my usual in that I was trying to appear as invisible as possible as I walked down the hall. School was hard enough to take without the extra shame of having dampness shine from between one’s legs. Horrors upon horrors: without even touching myself, I came with a spurting discharge. I could feel it running down my thighs in spite of the pad. I had to lean against the lockers to get my breath back and to keep my legs from collapsing. The pad couldn’t hold the flood.
That’s when things started to get weird. The “it” girl of ninth grade noticed me. Ashley stopped and actually brushed my blond hair back from my reddened cheeks. “Karen, what’s the matter?”
I was bent at the waist, my face against the cold metal trying to hide the shame of my wetness with my hands pressed into my crotch. “Ash,” I hesitated as I tried to grasp at any straw of an excuse that wouldn’t make me appear strange. I couldn’t tell her the truth, so I blurted out, “I think I wet myself.” As bad as that was, it had to be better than admitting that I was a fourteen year old girl orgasming wetly while walking down the hall to second period math. Budding sexuality and new feelings of sexual awakening were frightening. As bad as it was, wet pants from pee were normal. In the back of my head I absolutely knew that I was no longer normal. I had to disguise the fact that I was actually perverted for cumming in my pants for no good reason.
Ashley looked at my wetness with a half smile. She then pulled herself together with a frank look of concern. Still, I could see her eyes sparkle with excitement as she whispered: “Tie your sweater around your waist and I’ll help you get to the nurse’s office.”
“Thanks, Ash. I think I’ll just go home and change.” Ashley was acting a little creepy at my predicament. She wasn’t disgusted at all. She seemed to be enjoying my mess.
She was breathless and blushing as she said: “My house is right across the street. We can go there and only miss one class. I’ll let Mrs. Glass know we need a few minutes.” Ashley stuck her head in the math room door and shouted out, “Mrs. Glass, Karen and I will be a little late.” Without waiting for a response, Ashley grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me out the door.
“Ash, I’m so embarrassed,” I said as I tucked my sweater around my waist. “You never invited me over to your house before.” Ashley was a beautiful brunette and had fully ripened into her adult body at fourteen. She stood all of 5 feet 6 and had to be a 34 or 35 D cup on a very slender frame. Even though we were the same height, I felt flat around her with my 33 B’s. I had always felt that Ashley’s development caused her to be standoffish and aloof from the rest of our pre-puberty class. Her coming to my aid was certainly a departure from any of our earlier interactions. She was being downright friendly. What had gotten into her?
“That’s all right, Karen. I think I have something that will help.” Ashley reddened. She smiled tightly as we broke into a run.
“Ash, I’m so weird.” The pad was singing over my sensitive parts which had me climbing to another climax. “Please stop. I’m going to do it again.”
“Do what, Karen?”
I clung to Ashley as waves of pleasure washed over me. A new flood of wetness filled my pants as my hips jerked with each wave of ecstasy. “Ash, I’m so embarrassed. I was using a pad to keep my pants dry and it rubbed on my girl parts causing me to cum. I really didn’t pee myself but I’m as wet as if I had.”
Ashley gapped at my admission. She appeared to come to a decision: “Let’s get you out of those wet things. I think I have something that will help.”
I followed Ashley up to her room. As Ashley closed and locked the door behind us, I could smell the faint odor of urine wafting over me. Ashley unsnapped my pants and pulled them to my ankles. “Kick off your shoes, Karen. I can help change—I mean—help get you clean.”
I peeled off my wet panties and let them drop with a splat on Ashley’s floor. “Sorry about the mess.”
“Lie back on the bed. These will do nicely until you can get some of your own.” Ashley unfolded what looked like a baby diaper and shoved it under my bottom. “I’ll clean you up with these baby wipes and get you all dry.”
“Whose diapers are those, Ash?” I reached back to feel the plastic and paper fabric under my butt.
“Mine.” Ashley busied herself with the wipes and wouldn’t meet my gaze.
“‘Mine’ as in ‘my baby diapers?’” I gently stopped Ashley’s hand against my dripping slit.
“Yeah, Karen. I still wet the bed and have to wear them every night. I thought that you could use them if you were having a wetting problem.”
I moved my bottom against the cushioning fabric and could hear the rustle of plastic under the sheets. Ashley heard it too. “Yeah, that too. I have a plastic sheet on my bed. I wet at night and every night. Around here it’s no big deal. In fact, all my sisters still wet the bed in our family. And I’m the youngest. Jane is eighteen and Brit is seventeen.” She shrugged her shoulders. “But if you tell anyone, I think they will kill you.”
I couldn’t help myself and I giggled. Ashley frowned at me. I quickly explained: “That’s from the old joke: I can tell you, but I’ll have to kill you.”
“I’m serious. They really don’t want their secret out. Jane doesn’t suspect that I know. Brit thinks she is being so secretive with her diapers. All our bedrooms smell like pee. And the garbage is full of used diapers. They treat me like I am the only one who wears baby pants in the family but I know better. We all use them for their intended purpose.”
Ashley continued wiping at Karen’s slit. “You really are wet. I can’t get it to stop.” She wiped at my pudendal mound and watched as the lubrication dripped down my bottom from between my naked lips. She separated my labia and watched as the fluid welled from my vagina. “Well, here, let’s tape these on.” Ashley pulled the diapers between my thighs over my mound. She tucked the flaps against my hips and pulled the tapes tight. “That should hold you until after school.”
“Ash, I’m sorry to be such a bother, but could I have an extra one in case this one gets too wet.”
“Sure, I’ve got a bunch of ‘em in my closet.”
Being wrapped in Ashley’s diapers weren’t helping. I felt the familiar tingling in my cunny. I grabbed the front of the diaper and pressed into my clit as I came again. Gusting a breath of air, I looked up at Ashley. “Whoa. These make me hot, too. I mean super horny.”
“Let’s try something. I know from my own experience that having a full bladder makes me extra horny, too.” Ashley gently placed her hand over my pulsing pussy. “Now I want you to pee yourself. Let’s see if that helps. Just go. You won’t get the sheets wet.”
“Okay, but I don’t think I can go on demand. I’ll push and see what happens.” I gritted my teeth and pressed down on my bladder. “Oh, no!” The bottom of my diaper filled with a hot mud. “I can’t believe what I just did!”
“Keep trying. I’ll clean you up. That’s what diapers are for. It happens to me all the time. I figure that wet diapers are already trashed and if I have to go pooh, I just do it.” She looked at my bulging bottom and with a wry grin said, “You just got it reversed. Since you already trashed your diapers with a pooh, you might as well wet them.”
“There I go,” I said with what had to be a satisfied smile. The hissing of urine heated my bottom and the diaper under Ashley’s hand.
Ashley slipped one hand down the front of her pants and bent at the waist cascading her dark hair over me, tickling my stomach. Ashley grunted and gasped as she reached her climax. “Karen, I’m sorry but seeing you come all over yourself and pooping your diaper was too hot for me. I had to get off, too.” Ashley quickly removed her pants and underwear. She grabbed a diaper and slapped it on pulling the tapes tight. “Now me.” She squatted and grimaced. The diaper around her waist popped and darkened at the gathers over her thighs. The diapers ballooned out from her bottom. Ashley again slipped her hand down the front of the diaper and vibrated her fingers across her clit. She hissed her urine against her busy hand as she reached her peak. With her hand still against her sex, she plopped face down next to me on her bed.
I was in shock to see Ashley succumb to her frantic ministrations. “Ash, are your okay?” I reached out a tentative hand to rub her back. My hand glided through her dark tresses, tracked down her back and over the hot bulge of Ashley’s diaper. “Did you do that to make me feel better, Ash?”
“No, I did it to make me feel better. I had to get off.” She tossed her hair out of her eyes. With a big grin, she said, “I have a confession to make. I like my diapers. I don’t know if I could go all night without diapers and wetting but I don’t care to find out. I would wear them all the time if I could get away with it. And poop. I love to poop in my diaper. I don’t care what my sisters are doing in their diapers at night. Poop, pee, or both. I love my wet and poopy diapers.”
I was beginning to feel uncomfortable in my pillowed stickiness. “I don’t know about the poop thing, but I kind of like the peeing. I blasted another cum when I peed myself.”
“We’ve got to get back to class.” Ashley jumped up and pulled my tapes free. She carefully bundled the mess into the diaper’s folds and wiped it through my ass cheeks catching most of the mass in the diaper. After taping the wad into a tight ball, she popped the lid to her eye stinging aroma of her pungent diaper pail and dropped it in. Blinking rapidly to clean the ammonia out of her eyes, Ashley slathered wipes up my tingly bottom removing the remains of the brown streaks. As she ran the wipe over my puckered hole, I shivered at the naughtiness of the experience. Ashley used an economy of motion to bind me up in a fresh diaper.
“Ash, I’ll do you.” I held Ashley’s two hands as she eased back onto the bed. Ash spread her legs as I undid the tapes. “Legs up, baby doll.” Ashley grabbed her legs and lifted them over her head. I hefted the heavy load and separated the bulging diaper from Ashley’s bottom. The damage was minimal since Ashley hadn’t landed on her bottom when she had fallen into bed with me. I wiped at her cheeks until they glistened and shoved a new one under her bottom. “Down with your legs, Ash.” She was looking at me with a bemused expression as she absently slipped her finger along her slit. “And move your hand.”
I taped them shut and patted Ashley’s cushioned butt as she got to her feet. “Karen, I can still use my pants but yours are a mess. Let me see if these will fit.” She pulled a pair of jeans from the dresser. I stepped into them and helped Ashley pull them to cover the extra bulk of the diaper to my waist. “Un-tuck your shirt and you can’t tell you’re wearing them.” I pulled my shirt tails up to my belly button, and, yep, it looked like I was wearing a diaper. I posed in front of the mirror dropping my shirt and said, “It’ll have to do.” I couldn’t help but pat my front and lift my butt. “Looks good to me.”
“Hey, Karen. This is Friday. Do you want to spend the weekend? We can play all day and all night long.”
“I’ll call my mom.” I turned and gave Ashley a big hug. I pulled back to look into Ashley’s hazel eyes. I meant to lean in to give her a little peck on the lips but Ashley was leaning in to me and our lips met with an excuse-me crush. At first it was a dry tentative meeting. Then Ashley pressed her lips to mine and pierced my mouth with her wet searching tongue. She slipped along my teeth until I relented and sucked her in to massage her wiggling invasion. Ashley sighed as the heat singed along her breasts to my budding nipples as they peaked painfully against hers.
The rest of the school day passed in a fog for me as I felt the soft bulk between my thighs. Hot urine spread over my bottom twice before we left school that afternoon. And twice I shuddered to a quiet cum.
I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening with Ashley. I glanced up to see Ashley looking back at me with a wry grin on her face. Ashley then unfocused her eyes and while staring off into space, placed her hand in her lap to inconspicuously squeeze her puffy diaper over her soaked pussy. I noticed Ashley’s attention drift off into space a couple more times that afternoon. She had to be as wet as I was when the last bell rang.
When we finally got outside, I pulled out my cell phone as we walked into the fading sunshine. “Mom? Ashley has invited me over for the weekend. Can you pick up my jammies and tooth brush and bring them by Ash’s house? She lives right across from the school.”
Ashley was holding my free hand and pressing it against her hot humid diaper.
“She said ‘yes!’” I squeezed Ashley’s hand.
Yes, Ashley was as wet as I was. We both giggled as we admired each other’s saggy bottoms in front of the mirror in her bedroom. Ashley started wagging her hips to and fro making the diaper slap against her mound. “My diaper is a little cool, right now. Let’s see if we can warm it up.” She stopped to concentrate. I heard the tell-tale hissing as Ashley cozied her hand against her crotch. “Ah, much better.” The diaper must have reached capacity as she exclaimed, “I’m flooding!” Tracks of urine coursed down her shapely legs. “Karen, grab a towel. I’m making a mess.”
I handed her the towel which she dropped onto the floor between her legs. She smiled and continued to splatter through her diaper and down her legs.
Later, once freshly diapered, we crept down the hall to Brit’s room. Ashley said that she wanted to show me something. She eased the door open a crack and by using the wall mirror, both Ashley and I were able to see Brit reaching into her closet to extract a disposable diaper. She then stood in front of the mirror wearing nothing to cover her bare parts. She was as hairless as Ashley. Apparently, Brit wasn’t as happy with her grooming as she studied her tender parts and frowned. She went to the dresser and grabbed the can of shaving cream. Placing the cream in her hand, she lathered between her legs covering her groin. As she moved in front of the mirror, Ashley pulled me back.
Ashley and I went into her bedroom and closed the door. Whispering to me, she said, “It’s only six PM and Brit is already getting her diaper on. I’ll bet she wears one for more than nighttime wetting, too.” Ashley winked at me as she palmed her pudendal mound.” She held up her finger, “Listen, you can hear her getting off.”
Sure enough, we could hear Brit moaning and groaning through the wall of Ashley’s bedroom. She gasped and squeaked as she obviously came to a climax. We muffled our giggles as best we could but snorted none the less. We had to bury our heads under the pillows to keep from revealing that we could hear what was going on in Brit’s bedroom. I could see Ashley’s shoulders shake with silent laughter as she humped her diapered bottom under the covers.
After we had calmed down, we talked. She was an inch from my nose and had her legs wrapped around mine snuggling her diaper against the hot pack confining my forever leaky bottom. “How is it that you are so comfortable with your diapers?” I asked.
“Well, like I said earlier, all of us girls use diapers for nighttime security.” She hesitated and then decided what to say. “All of us girls.”
“You mean your mom, too?”
“All of us girls. My dad just shakes his head and pays for the diapers. Maybe having a mom using them as well kept us from having a complex about wearing and using them. We just use them. Then a couple of years ago I started having sexual feelings while wearing them for my bedwetting needs and achieved a new level of interest with a morning surprise. Now, I wouldn’t mind wearing them all day every day.
And seeing you wet your pants at school, nearly knocked my socks off. That was hot! I’ve always dreamed of having a diaper buddy.”
“This is new to me, but I think I like them more than a little bit. Hey, I didn’t wet my pants with pee. I had a mature, big girl event. I soaked myself with cum juice. I didn’t pee myself until you asked me to. Then I had an accident. That was embarrassing. I pooped myself on my first attempt to honestly pee my diaper.” I grinned at Ashley. I could see that she was getting turned on as I prattled on.
Her eyes flashed with excitement as she cupped my vagina through the diaper. “I loved it that you did the big muddy in your baby pants. That’s what I was taking about when I said that I found a new level of interest in my diapers. I pooped on accident one night and woke up to a whole new sensation. I don’t know if it was because it was really naughty or just erotic, but I couldn’t cum enough when it happened. I took the day off from school to masturbate. I bet I came 10 times with that hot stickiness against my bottom. I finally got up to shower and clean up. And since then I’ve had longer sessions that have taught me to be careful, though, or I will get a nasty burn from waiting too long to clean up.” Ashley tensed her abdomen and pressed herself against me. She licked her lips and grinned. “Now I save it up for when I can enjoy myself. Want to play?”
I reached around Ashley’s bottom and felt a softness bulge against my hand. “You are going to play whether I join you or not, aren’t you?”
Her eyes rolled back in her head. “Mash it against my bottom.” Her breath came in gasps. “That’s it. Push it all over. Now a little pee for lubrication. There, that will get me started.” Ashley squeezed her hand between us and dipped down into the front of her diaper. With her other hand she reached up to my breast and gently flipped my nipple back and forth. Then she covered my bud with her mouth pressing me into her wetness. Her tongue wrapped around the nipple as she sucked me in. The electricity spiked right to my vagina.
I had to watch in amazement as Ashley squirmed through one orgasm and chased after another. She was thoroughly enjoying her diaper play. With Ashley engrossed in her multiple climaxes, I shook my head and figured I might as well join in. My first touch on my clit caused me to gasp. Ashley saw my reaction and stopped long enough to give me a big hug. “Let me help.” She grabbed the back of my diaper and pulled me to her steamy thigh. She started slow by compressing her leg to my padded mound. Then she sped up as she watched my eyes glaze over with bliss as I climbed to my peak. I shook and spasmed through one orgasm only to spiral to another. As I lay gasping for breath, my floodgates opened and my baby pants filled with a sodden heat.
We gazed at each other in our after-glow. I felt like my face was going to split with my huge grin. Yet, it couldn’t have been bigger than Ashley’s. Her eyes sparkled and teared up as she angled her lips to mine. Sweet softness of her lips nestled warmly against my waiting mouth.
We finally fell asleep with arms and legs intertwined. At about two in the morning Ashley woke me when she pulled away. “I have to change. My ass is burning up.”
“Hey, Ash, I can help with that.” I got up and centered a towel beneath her hips. The tapes popped. I exposed her naked labia and could see her brown load bunched between her butt cheeks. By tucking the front of the diaper over the chunks, I was able to wrap them in the soggy diaper and pull her mess away from her bottom. Even in the dimness of the night light, I could see that she was red and sore. I put on a cheerful face while wiping her cheeks clean of the odiferous stains.
I put a clean diaper under her. She smirked and with a grunt, arched a fountain of pee over my busy hands. I quickly palmed her eruption and directed the flow to the diaper pillowing her bottom. “Naughty baby. Let Mommy finish, then you can wet in your diaper like a good little girl.”
So, I rubbed Desitin over her inflamed anus and reddened butt cheeks and pulled the damp diaper through her thighs to tape it closed. She rubbed the front of her diaper and said, “Thank you, Mommy.”
“Do you mind changing me, Ash? I think I have a little something extra that I don’t want to have burning my bottom for the rest of the night. Besides, I’m soaked, too.”
“Let me feel it come out. Then I can change you.” Ashley scooted down to the end of the bed and wrapped her arms around me, pressing my saggy diaper to my bottom. “Ok, I’m ready.”
I relaxed my sphincter and let my gift spear out into the loving hands that Ashley held gently over my diapered bottom. Her fingers compressed the load into my crack. She was taking great pleasure in my bowel movement. I liked the attention but wasn’t as enamored with my weighty diapered situation as Ashley surely was. I let her enjoy the tactile sensation for a couple of minutes and then had to get out of the stinky things. Ashley sighed, grudgingly patted my heavy load good-bye to help me clean up.
We awoke with our noses touching. Ashley kissed mine while cupping the back of my head. She ran her fingers through my blond hair combing the nighttime disarray into some kind of order. I saw her lose focus as I heard the hissing of her urine into her diaper. I reached down the front of her diaper to feel the last of her issue spray over my fingers. I lingered to draw the tip over her clitoris. She sighed and came almost immediately.
“What about you?” Ashley squeezed my heavy diaper running the cooled urine down my crack to my damp butt.
“Yes, please.” Ashley drew down my diaper to uncover my tender parts without undoing my tapes. The diapers pulled my legs together closing my pulsing pudendum. I had to spread my thighs, so I pushed the bundle down to my feet and kicked them off. Ashley dove between my legs and kissed my nether lips while she lovingly lapped at my sensitive bud. I grabbed Ashley’s head of dark tresses and combed my fingers into her curls to part the curtain of waves so that I could watch her busy tongue and lips against my, oh so sensitive, cunny. I came so sweetly.
Finally, that afternoon, I begged Ashley to let me go home and take a break. My bottom was sore. I was pooped out in more ways than one. And I needed a shower in the worst way. I left Ashley with her hand in her diaper and a big smile on her face.
When I got home, I reflected on what I had experienced with Ashley. I guess I am a diaper lover just like she is. And I think I have feelings for Ashley. I didn’t expect to be attracted to a girl, but Ashley was something else. She loved my wet and girl-juice-drippy vagina. I hoped she loved the part of me that was not my wet bottom. But she was so enthusiastic to get into my wet diapers that I couldn’t be sure what she loved about me. I hoped that we had time to build a relationship that would grow stronger.
The reaction my parents had to my requesting that we go to the store for some diaper supplies was interesting. My mom dropped her jaw and rapidly blinked her eyes while she paused to think of what to say. The thing that saved me from even talking about diapers as a sex aid was that she knew about my leaky girl juice. I just explained to her that the pads weren’t enough. I had to have something more absorbent. Diapers were the obvious answer. She said, “OK, Dear.”
My dad, however, almost shit. “Diapers!” he shout-whispered, I guess hoping the neighbors wouldn’t hear. “Honey, do you need me to take you to the doctor to see if there is something wrong?”
“No, Daddy,” I calmly explained, “the same thing happened to Mom when she was my age. She said it would pass. I can use diapers until that happens.”
So, onward into the world of adult/teen diapers I went. Wearing them every day and every night kept me on an orgasmic high. The bulky sensation of dry and used diapers have me in a constant buzzed state. There was one thing, though: I had to start using baby powder to keep from developing a rash, but I kind of liked the smell anyway.
Ashley and I were inseparable. We had sleep-over visits at each other’s houses almost every night.
I think Ashley’s mom, Sue, suspected that we were lovers and that we got off on our diapers. She didn’t say anything, though. She would just smile and shake her head when we would dash up to Ashley’s bedroom in the middle of the afternoon and stay there until the next morning.
Dinner was usually a quick snack at about ten pm. Her dad walked through the kitchen one time with us chowing down a pizza at the counter with both of us in saggy diapers and tee shirts. He kept on going and didn’t say a thing to us. However, I could hear him commenting to Sue in the other room, “Wait ‘til the girls are done before you go in the kitchen. It’s a little ripe in there.”
High school passed in a flash. We had a few close calls but never got caught in our diapers. Once, Ashley pooped a big one in English Lit. I pulled the windows open to save her the embarrassment of having her smell permeate the room. I commented to anyone who might be interested that there was some sewer work being done down the street.
Anyway, that’s how I got started in diapers. I could probably go without them. But I don’t want to.
Ash is looking over my shoulder as I write this history and made the comment that she wishes I would enjoy messing my diaper as much as she does. I do it for her, but would rather just pee. In many ways each of us is still her own person. She loves a hot dump cozied against her bottom and can play all day with herself. Me, I do it but want a shower right after. Ash makes me cum at least twice before she will let me escape into the shower.
Now that we are 19 years old, we are pretty set in our ways. We had to make a rule that there would be no touching while diaper changing until after work, which for us is 5:30 pm. We work in the same store (Baby’s R Us where we get a great discount). Extended orgasmic activity in the morning before work got us late a few times. After we get home, we play and play. I keep reminding Ash that she has to eat more. She could look ridiculous with her 36 DD’s (yeah, she got bigger) on her skinny frame. Besides, no food: no poop. It’s her favorite thing to do in her diaper and needs a ready supply of digested matter to make it work.
I find myself watching Ash enjoy her messy diapers while I absently diddle my clit under my soggy baby pants. She cums and grunts through gritted teeth leaving another deposit nestled in her crack only to send her on a new high. I have to shake my head in wonder and marvel that we found each other.
Ashley reaches out to caress my naked breast bringing me to a hot point. I can only return the favor by cupping her bouncing breast as she cums once again. It’s only a matter of time before we are both exhausted by our play and fall into a deep, satisfied sleep with our diapers saturated with girl juice, urine and Ashley’s favorite surprise hugging our hips.
So goes our life of mutual need and fulfillment.
Diaper plans for today:
Let myself get desperate and go out to my favorite park. I’ll be wearing my pullup underneath my jeans and when I can’t hold it anymore, I’ll soak it! But here’s the kicker- I’m definitely going to leak into my pants, and I’m gonna walk around with wet pants for the first time!
I’m so nervous but also excited! I’m working my way up to a full public accident in just my pants, I can’t wait!
Naughty adventures for today:
Destroyed another pullup walking around a park today (very messy situation) and then masturbated in my car before cleaning up 🤭🙈 So fun!!
My tummy is still a little rumbly though… round 2 maybe???
Consider: A and B are snuggling with each other, kind of slowly moving around so both end up in the others lap for a while before eventually things switch over again. But!!! both of them are *very* well hydrated, and rather than leaving the warm confines of their snuggle buddies embrace, both of them just periodically leak and dribble in their (very comfy) pants! And since they are snuggled up with each other, they can always tell whenever the other one leaks!
Lol awww this sounds like a cute lil couples omo moment! They both kinda into omo stuff so doesn’t bother or shock them, they just in a sleeeeepy embrace all warm and cuddly slowly leaking on each other 💛😌🙊💛✨✨
After the cuddles both laps are soaked lol 💛💦✨
Small details to remember or add for writing if you want to bring in some more imagery during a wetting scene :)
Couldn’t Hold It Wetting:
- Often the legs will go weak, and if not trembling possibly sinking to knees or even shifting feet around slightly to keep control of stance.
- If legs weaken they may try to hold unto something to stand, possibly leaning against a wall or grabbing unto a table or person
- Glances down at/away from their accident, often back and forth and quickly
- Gasps or sighs of surprise from sudden wetting, possible inward groans*
- A total loss of control usually has the urine jet out of them all at once and the patch will spread quickly and noisily
- Loud hissing and pattering unto the floor
- World will slow for them and chances are they’ll remain stuck until their accident is over. Very hard to move while wetting, especially during a full loss of control
- Clumsy and weak before/after an accident. Character may struggle walking or speaking. A lot of trembling and fumbling around.
- Wherever the urine goes is where it goes. It’s a full loss of control, there is no set area for urine to spread. It’s everywhere.
- Forceful and fast wetting will splatter more
- Once the bladder has less pressure the wetting may start to slow down and be less forceful
- Shoulders and breathing start to relax over time*
- Loss for words until accident is almost over/or over with the exception of soft uneven breathing
- Skin growing pale/clammy
- Trembling legs/hands (Or completely still hands - palms get very sweaty)
- Stuttering and voice quiet if they talk
- Buckling knees*
- Widened unblinking eyes, possible tears starting to form (Alternatively, eyes clenched shut) If tears happen they’ll likely roll down the cheeks very gently. No real sobbing or bawling would tend to occur until they’re out of their frozen state.
-Quivering bottom lip
- Frozen body
- Patch on the clothing spreads in a slow creep rather than all at once like in a sudden accidental wetting
- Light pattering sound from the slow wetting, chances are it’ll continue as they remain still for a while
- Swallowing (throat feels closed and like something is stuck in it) and sniffling
- Pitiful glances at feared thing or towards someone else
- Possibly backing/turning away from feared thing, shoes squishing or splashing in puddle, shoulders stiff and chest feeling tight
- How afraid they are will determine how much attention goes to the wetting, the more afraid the less they’ll notice it
- Uneven and forceful spurts with laughter. Think of putting your thumb on a strong hose that’s turned on and sliding it on and off.
- Struggling to breathe and throat might go squeaky and voice can go lighter or higher pitched.
- Second most likely to notice and mention the wetting while it occurs, next to the half-finished stage of the accidental wetting person. May or may not be amused by it
- If amused by the wetting, they’ll laugh more and wet faster. If unhappy about wetting, they may try to stop laughing and stop wetting. Both will be hard to control.
- Laughter may or may not stop before wetting finishes.
- Gasping for air and trying to grab unto something because an amused person may buckle into themselves or twist towards the side. If standing and buckling inwards often hands go up toward chest or face and go knees forward
- Pretty mobile and might move their feet slightly around
- Tears streaming down their face. If blushing occurs it likely occurs firstly because of the struggle to breathe while laughing
- Shaking shoulders from laughter
- Potentially struggling to stop in between laughter which makes them laugh more.
- Urine pattering will be randomly heard and forceful. Likely to splash everywhere.
- Skin will be warm all over mainly in the face, hands, arms, and chest (and of course their legs ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )
- Blushing and warmth in face, ears, neck, and possibly arms and hands
- Can also have a thin layer of sweat and clamminess in arms and hands. If cold areas and warm areas occur at the same time, it can make the person feel a little sick
- Feeling of wetting is the strongest thing they’ll feel. From the bladder pressure to each small stream that courses down
- Covering the mouth/face often.
- Avoiding eye contact/possibly blinking back tears
- Swallowing and struggling to speak either to defend themselves or apologize
- May try to hide their accident even if not hide-able
- May smile or laugh nervously
- If very ashamed lips may tighten into a straight line and the lower lip may tremble
- Tucking into oneself, hands cross unto arms and head facing the floor
- May try to get away from others and make self alone
- May fidget and pick at their clothing
- May stammer when speaking
* General Details:
- Shiny fabric where the wetting starts
- Hissing and small streams rolling down the calf or streaming between wherever legs are apart
- Eyes may flutter closed with a long sigh of relief. Strong relief can have the head tilt back
- Starting can send a chill up their spine with a gasp
- Urine is warm and can radiate heat. You can feel the heat from fresh urine a few centimeters to an inch away. The more embarrassed, the warmer it will feel for the person experiencing it.
- Hands often are doing something. Hands and position expresses a lot about what a character is feeling. Frustrated hands may clench or go toward pockets, laughter hands can go all over the place, embarrassed hands go for the face or arms, and scared hands will tremble wherever they go
- Breathing changes depending on relief (the more relieved the slower and more air will enter the lungs. Unless they’re afraid then it will often remain unsteady or fast)
- Low groans can have an almost purring/growling effect to their voice, mainly in males
- May have a dreary expression when finished
- Bladder is most sensitive when desperate, any light touch will greatly affect the characters control.
- Urine spreads for males wherever the tip of their junk lays. This means the patch could start at the center of their crotch between their legs, up toward the button of their pants, or starting in the upper thigh of either leg. Regardless, it’ll mainly show up on their front. For girls instead of the front, it will start in the middle between and in their inner legs. The patch usually shows on the front from where the urine fills their panties and a lot will show on the seat of their clothes
- Urine varies in color from clear to gold. Consider what the character drank a lot of. If very hydrated with water, it’s more realistic if their urine is a lighter color.
- When the soaked fabric gets cold, for girls it will still remain a little warm in their upper inner thighs towards where it started. When the fabric gets cold it can feel clammy, itchy, and little more squishy if thick fabric and clingy if loose/thin fabric.
- Different movement can cause urine to still drip from soaked clothing.
IM JUST SAYING!!!!!
I love a good bed wetting, ESPECIALLY with that sweet sexy after math comfort tbh 💞
Just the whole thing is so beautiful
Someone wetting their bed and waking up mortified and trying to get up and sneak around to clean their sheets and pajamas, desperately hoping they don’t get caught 👀
Or waking up mid wetting, still sleepy and groggy as they slowly begin to realize they’re wetting the bed but it’s too late to stop now~
Maybe they’re cuddling in bed with someone and they wet the bed and get their friend/partner wet too, who has to wake them up and tell them they wet the bed and comfort them after because it’s ok, accidents happen, all while helping them clean up their little mess~ 😘
Planning another day of public wearing!! Any suggestions for what I should do on my day off???