They wouldn't be called peejamas if you weren't supposed to wet the bed right?
They wouldn't be called peejamas if you weren't supposed to wet the bed right?
still so inscrutable to me that the used were hired for TWO!! songs for the michael bay transformers movies like. they really were trying to figure out how to set a tone for their shitty machismo gritty coming of age nerd boy gets the hot girl movie series and they chose fucking PRETTY HANDSOME AWKWARD?? ???? you bleed just like you puke while running a mile????? WHO was in charge of that decision!!!! what!!!!!
i have drafts of a dark romance for toji. like he's a hitman and the reader is a whore. but toji is too fucked up in that and it made me wonder if ppl are willing to read it 😪 i promise myself that i won't write sadist/masochist but humiliation play is so good when it's done right
I was in a public restroom, about to take leak, halfway from unzipping my jeans, and a 6.7 SR earthquake hit.
I've never walked so fast...
Under the Influence
14 year old Sarah was excited for the summer. She was about to experience her first taste of adult responsibility in helping out at her aunt’s daycare with her best friend Alex. Her 4 year old sister attended the daycare and Sarah was going to be in charge of taking care of her and several other children. It was definitely going to be a coming of age experience for the two 8th graders, but they had no idea what they were actually in store for.
“Okay guys, thank you so much for helping us out this summer. I promise this is going to be a great learning experience for you.” Sarah’s aunt Kelley welcomed the kids to the daycare. “This is Charolette, she’ll be in charge of you two. Just do what she says.”
Charlotte was 17 and just getting into the workforce, which made Sarah and Alex feel pretty comfortable. With just the few years age difference, they saw themselves as peers. Charolette, however, felt the exact opposite. She thought of herself as an adult and did not like the idea of being practically on the same level as these children. She was going to solve this problem though. You see, unlike most 17 year olds, Charlotte was different. She was a witch. Not a witch in the traditional sense, but she did have magic abilities. She didn’t know how she got them or what they were meant for, but she knew she could use them. She could control people, but only through objects. And what better object to infantilize these kids with than one that was very prevalent in the daycare? A diaper. Charolette stared over at the pack of pampers and enchanted them to do her bidding. “I’ll get rid of these little brats soon enough.” She thought to herself.
“Alright, well the most important job watching over babies is making sure their diapers are fresh. So why don’t you two start by changing a few.” Charlotte instructed the kids. And with that Sarah and Alex walked over to the newly cursed pack of diapers and each grabbed one. As soon as Sarah touched the diaper she felt a tingle through her body along with a whisper.
“You want me.” The voice said. “You need me.” Sarah was confused. “Wear me.” She thought she was going crazy, having no idea that Alex was hearing the exact same thing.
“Come on guys” Charolette interrupted. She could tell her plan was working. The diapers attached themselves. “Those babies don’t like sitting in their wet diapers. Get them changed. The kids obliged and proceeded to change all the babies in need. It was after all that that Alex became aware of his own bathroom needs. He started walking to the toilet when suddenly he stopped. His eyes widened as the voice returned. “You don’t want the toilet. You want me. Wear me. Use me.” Alex was scared. He was being drawn to the diaper. He wanted it. He looked at the toilet and felt fear. The diaper seemed safe. The potty seemed scary. “The potty?” He thought to himself. “What’s going on?” Alex once again approached the toilet, but his body seemed to refuse. Standing in front of the bowl, his urge to pee grew, but he couldn’t muster up the strength, or courage, to lift the lid. The pain was too much to bare and the 14 year old looked more like a 4 year old as he pranced back and forth holding his crotch doing the potty dance. Suddenly his hands felt warm as right there in front of the toilet Alex peed his pants.
“I told you.” The voice echoed. “You want me. You need me. Wear me.”
“NO!” Alex shouted as he began to ball just like the baby he felt like at the moment.
Sarah’s aunt heard the crying and quickly came to the aid of the child. She wasn’t expecting however to find one of her teenage assistants in pee soaked pants.
“What is this?” She scolded. “There are half a dozen toddlers out here and none of them have had any trouble making it to the toilet today, yet here you are covered in pee! Charolette, I think perhaps this one isn’t quite ready for big kid responsibilities. Get him changed and situated with the rest of children.”
“But I didn’t… I… It was the voice… The diaper.” Alex tried to explain.
“Looks like you might need diapers, little guy.” Charolette laughed. “Soon enough.” She thought to herself.
"Well I told you my friends would do that! I said the diaper would be less embarrassing long term. You could've worn it under your regular pants, they'd have made a couple of jokes when you peed, but they'd have left you alone after that. You chose the boxers, and I told you they wouldn't stop teasing you until you pissed yourself. So how is this my fault?"
You ever just try to spurt a tiny bit of pee out into your panties in public to relieve the pressure, and that feels so good you keep doing it and you eventually get so greedy that it starts to pass right through the panties and you can't stop and you just keep peeing while a puddle forms at your feet or a trail forms behind you?
Oh well me neither, that definitely didn't happen at the store yesterday.
The feminine urge to tie someone up and make them drink a glass of water when they tell me they need to go potty 🤤
A bladder sub that’s on Snapchat whining for me to let the pee 🤤. Sending me pics of their swollen bladder all day…. That’s the dream
You know that scene in movies when there is someone just casually walking down the street minding there own business but then a car drives by through a puddle of water and it splashes all over her?
THAT JUST HAPPENED TO ME
you ever washed your combat boots in the sink
Elementary Regression (Chapter 5)
Anxiety and depression is something so many people suffer with, but it’s not something a 10 year old kid should have to worry about. Yet, that’s exactly what Justin felt heading to school the day after his justifiably traumatizing pants-wetting incident. He luckily escaped any classmates witnessing his accident but unfortunately one not only found out about it, but also saw him wet himself again in his sleep. The word was soon going to spread that he was a pants-wetting baby and that thought made himself nauseous.
When he walked into class that morning the first person he made eye contact with was Ashley, but she didn’t look like she was ready to tease him, and she definitely hadn’t told anybody yet considering nobody was paying any attention to him. She actually had a look of kindness and understanding. Justin’s heart started to race though when she began walking towards him.
“Don’t worry. I’m not telling.” She said, not quite whispering, but quiet enough no one would overhear. “I wear pull-ups at night too, still.”
Justin responded a bit offended. “I don’t need pull-ups. I don’t wet the bed.”
“Oh” Ashley said a little hurt, but she quickly rebutted “It kind of seems like you do.”
“I’m sorry. You’re right.” Justin felt like a jerk right then. “It’s just a feel like such a baby sometimes.”
“You’re not a baby.” The young girl replied. “We’re still growing up.”
The thing was Justin thought he was growing up, but now it was like he was growing backwards. He could accept the fact that he was still the size of a kindergartener, but now that he was finally starting to be seen as an older kid, he had gone back to having accidents, being told to take naps, drinking from snippy cups, and even wearing pull-ups. Ashley was right though, some kids their age still needed diapers, mostly at night, but still. Justin could understand that and it made him feel better. Just a little bit of compassion and reasoning from this little girl washed away so much of his anxieties.
Justin now knew that he wasn’t alone and just knowing that helped him accept that just because he wasn’t maturing as fast as some didn’t mean he was a baby. After all Ashley still wore pull-ups at night, a stage that Justin, even though he had had a few accidents, was past. A few setbacks didn’t mean he was going backwards.
Unfortunately however, Justin’s mother came to a different conclusion that day. After a long and informative conversation with her own mother, and stressing about her son’s situation all afternoon, Amy was of the belief that Justin’s problems stemmed from her failures in potty training him. If he continued to regress, she was going to have to start from the beginning. She was hoping desperately it wouldn’t get to that, but in case it did she was already making arrangements.
That night Amy’s decision was made. Justin woke up around 2 am with the need to pee. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When he started peeing though, something was off. He felt his bladder empty as his pee hit the bowl, but as this happened, he felt a warm patch spread across his front and up his belly. He woke up and noticed that the pajamas that were just around his ankles were actually still completely on him. Then he realized the feeling he had only just stopped experiencing a few months ago. A wet bed. His pjs were soaked along with his covers.
“I guess I’m not over this.” Justin thought to himself. He got out of bed a made his way to his mother’s room to tell her he peed his bed. “Mommy.”
Amy woke up a bit dazed. “Justin? What is it?’
“I had an accident” said the soaked child.”
“Oh Justin, I thought we were past this.” Amy replied disappointed. “Go to your room and wait for me. I’ll be in in a minute.
Justin sat on his soiled bed waiting for his mom to come in. He didn’t know if she was taking a while or time was just moving slowly, but when she finally walked in his heart sank seeing what was in her hand. A fresh pull-up.
“Okay Justin, there are going to be some changes around here, but right now you need to get your sleep.” Amy said pulling off her child’s wet clothes. “We’ll talk about this more in the morning.” She wiped Justin down and spread out the diaper. “Step in.” Justin placed his feet through the leg holes and Amy slid the training pants. “Sleep in these for now and tomorrow we’ll talk.”
Amy changed the bedding and left her son to wonder what tomorrow was going to bring.
Okay, I just woke up but there's something I'm tired of trying not to admit.
I want to be babied. I want to be taken care of and treated like I can do nothing for myself. I want to play with stuffies. I want to wear diapers and get diaper checks because they say "Just making sure you didn't have an accident baby,". I want to have no care in the world except my cg and playing. I wish I wasn't so embarrassed by this ;-;...