rachelkirwan 13,627 Posted April 25, 2018 🌟 OmoOrg VIP Popular Post Share Posted April 25, 2018 Ok, so I don’t like going to dentists. I’m not like the kind of person who needs to be sedated to go get a filling or cleaning, and I’m not a biter, but I don’t like going to the dentist. It’s something about someone having their hands in my mouth, not being able to talk, and the drilling and all that. Usually if I’m doing a cleaning, I’ll pop in a podcast or some music, or even watch the TV the dentist has up as distraction, and it keeps me sufficiently distracted so as not to get to agitated. So the other day I had to get some dental work done, and I was slotted in for an hour and a half. This is a long time, a lot longer than your average cleaning. I was worried. I really needed a distraction to keep me from getting too worked up, particularly because there was going to be drilling involved. So I decided that I’ve wear a diaper to the appointment. Now I’ve worn diapers to dentist appointments before, usually when I was much younger. I got equally agitated and longer dental appointments were too much for my complicated and temperamental bladder. My mother would usually encourage me to wear a Goodnite or when I was younger simply put me in a pull-up before a dentist appointment. These were always discreet pull-ups, and it wasn’t advertised. When I got my wisdom teeth out a while back, I wore a proper tape-up diaper, and it was discussed with the dentist beforehand, and the dentist and hygienist knew. This made me super embarrassed, but as I was still having moderate incontinence issues at the time, and I was going to be unconscious for however long it takes then to yank out 4 big teeth, this was the best way to keep the dentist’s chair and my bottoms dry. Anyhow, I decided that I’ wear a tape-up diaper to the appointment I had scheduled. As many of you will know, since my Botox treatment, daytime issues for me are all but gone, and I can definitely wait an hour and a half between bathroom visits. So this was purely to keep me distracted from the drilling and other dental horrors. On the morning in question, I put on a rather large Molicare. Now these are not my poufyiest puffiest diapers. I do have some seriously adorable and huge ABDL ones (pink princess ones, from a fan!) but these don’t actually fit under any of my jeans or pants, and I’m definitely not comfortable wearing them out in public. I mean, I could probably get away with them under a full dress... but anyhow, I opted for the Molicare. Overtop of them, I slipped a pair of panties (my adorable Little Mermaid panties), and a not so tight, but not baggy either, pair of jeans. I had my usual cup of tea at breakfast. Used the washroom, and then because I did want something to keep me distracted, quickly downed two full glassed of water and filled a medium-sized water bottle before leaving the house. The dentist’s is only 20 minutes from my place, and I got there with time to spare. Biking was interesting, I kept having the impression the my diaper was visible at my waistband (you all know how much I love these photos, but despite this, I didn’t want to advertise my diaper to the cars and cyclists all around me. I kept pulling down my shirt and cardigan and jacket. When I got off my bike, I carefully tucked my shirt into my jeans, and ran my hands around my waist to make sure no diaper was visible. I also hiked up my panty waistband. Better to have someone spot your Disney panties than your diaper? I checked in, and while I waited in the waiting room, I evaluated my bladder situation. It was sitting at a 4. Wearing anything else (even a Goodnite), I would have used the washroom, as, I don’t last an hour and a half from a 4. I was soon called in, and after the preliminary chit chat, the hygienist got to work prepping my mouth. I lay back, popped in my wear buds, and tried to have the dulcet tones of one of my favorite hosts drown out the noise and distract me from the prodding and scrapping. It wasn’t too much longer until the dentist came in and administered the freezing stuff they inject into your mouth before they do serious work. I hate this stuff. I hate the needle that is used to inject it, and the feeling you get as your freeze, and also the droopy feeling you have for hours afterwards while you thaw out. And did I mention the needles? I tensed up hardcore when the dentist first jabbed the needle into my mouth, and the hygienist held my hand, which I squeezed shamelessly. I then had about 10 minutes to kill while I waited for my mouth to freeze and the even less fun stuff to begin. I took the time rewinding my podcast as I’d missed about 4 minutes while I was being frozen. Once the work got down in earnest on my teeth, I turned my attention to my bladder. I was at a 5. Had I squirted or leaked while I had tensed up during the needle? I actually couldn’t tell. Probably not. I decided that rather than holding it and then flooding the diaper, that I’d let out a little at a time and see how long I could do this for. One of the reasons I chose the Molicare was that they can definitely hold an entire full Rachel bladder, and even quite possibly two. But obviously not if you flood them in a massive torrent. So, as the first drill (or whatever) hit my tooth, I tried to release a little bit. I wanted to go for that constantly trickling feeling, of just relaxing the sphincter just a little bit. I’m terrible at this, as I am equally terrible as ‘just releasing a little bit.’ Usually I have no problem peeing in a diaper, even in public, or laying down, or around other people. It’s the stopping peeing part that’s difficult. Well not to day. For some reason, being tense from the dental work made this super hard. As my teeth were being scrapped and poked, I wanted nothing more than to distract myself with the feeling of slowly peeing. Of that warm, luxuriant feeling of your diaper getting wet around you. But no, my body was no cooperating. I thought I’d give it some time, perhaps I wasn’t sufficiently desperate, and it would be easier to pee myself with someone’s hands in my mouth, if I had a greater urgency to pee? So for the next 15 minutes I focused on my podcast, and let my bladder fill. I was at a healthy(?) 6 and I tried again. Nothing. This time, rather than relaxing myself, I tried to tense up and push. The poor hygienist thought that something was wrong as she noticed m body tense, and asked me if I was ok. I made that strange “Un Huh” noise that I swear only dentists can decipher, and work on my mouth continued. This time, worried that if my desperation got too high that I’d either wiggle about (a bad idea given that someone had sharp things in my mouth), or that I’d flood the diaper and it would leak, and also because laying on the chair waiting for my bladder to fill was not the kind of ‘distraction’ I needed right now, I opted to try the ‘shy bladder’ breath holding technique that has been described elsewhere. I know this works for me. I’ve experimented while sitting on the toilet, as well as while wearing diapers. This was not the first time my bladder had tensed up like this, and on a few other occasions I’ve used this technique. I exhaled most of the air in my lungs, and held the rest of my breath. I slowly counted. My process was interrupted by a distraction, and I had to start again. I exhaled again. When I got to 27 I could feel my pelvic floor relax and seconds later I began to pee. Not a powerful jet, but that soft little trickle that I had been going for. I went back to breathing normally and concentrated on keeping my lower body in the same relaxed state for as long as possible. I was pretty successful at this, which was a bit of a surprise, and I managed to slowly wet my diaper for what seemed like the next two minutes. I reveled in the feeling, and for quite a while was sufficiently transported to not even notice the dental work. I wondered briefly if the bulk from my wet diaper would be visible under my jean, but wasn’t able to move my head or even my hands to check. I enjoyed the feeling for a good 20 minutes, continuing to listen to my podcast. After this time had elapsed, I once again did the breathing thing, and released another good minute-long trickle into my increasingly full diaper. I was beginning to worry that I might leak mid-pee, but continued to slowly trickle into my diaper. At one point both the hygienist and dentist stepped out of the room (more of a cubicle/nook), and I had a chance to quickly feel the front and back of my jeans. No leaks. All was well. The diaper even felt like it could hold more, which was a good thing, as I felt like I would be ready for another slow trickling pee before the end of my appointment. Sure enough, with about 10 minutes left, give or take, I let out another slow trickling pee. You will notice that I’ve almost completely neglected to mention what was being done to my mouth at the time, and this is because I have no idea. What with wetting the diaper, wearing a warm wet diaper, and worrying about it leaking, my diaper wearing plan to distract me from the dental work was a complete success. At the end of the appointment I was sent to the front desk to sort out a future visit and to sort out insurance and billing, etc. Getting up from the dentist’s chair made me worry not a little bit about showing off my diaper’s waistband. I have no idea if the dental assistant/hygienist, who was the only person in the room at this time, saw or not. It wouldn’t really matter, as they are medical professionals, they definitely have a copy of my medical records and know all about my past and present bladder issues. After I stood up I realized that the waistband would be the least of my worries. A quick hand pat of my bum revealed that the diaper had not leaked, but it did feel very full, nearly at capacity. While my jeans were not like skin tight, they were certainly not baggy, and I could feel the bulging outline of the diaper on my bum. The thick wetness of the full diaper forced me to waddle, just a tiny bit. I was worried that if I put my legs too close together while I walked, that I might cause the diaper to leak, such was how full it felt. I waddled up to the reception desk and sorted out the final details and then I had a choice to make. I could go back and use the washroom in the dentist’s office. I’ve used it before, usually before appointments (and once during when I wasn’t wearing protection), but I was feeling naughty, having spent the good part of an hour and a half slowly wetting myself and reveling in the warm sensual feeling of a wet diaper. So instead I opted to walk all the way to the public washrooms, which were at the other side of the mall completely. Now it was early enough that the mall was not very full. It has mostly seniors, and the odd mother or father with kids, and the few inexplicable youth that always seem to be in malls when they should be in school (wow listen to me). I stepped out of the dentist’s office and into this moderately populated public space. My mind did a quick calculus of just how naughty I was feeling, and decided not to wrap my cardigan around my waist, which would have been a sure way to prevent anyone from noticing the sodden diaper I was wearing. I was also in the hyper sensitive state that happens when you wear a diaper in public or have a public accident. The state where you are certain everyone is looking at you and know what happened, or what you are wearing. It’s entirely irrational, and I know this, but it always gets my heart pounding and pulse pulsing. It also, when I’m home out of public, get me very very turned on. I was already a little turned on given my state of mind throughout the entire dental appointment, and because I felt a little more safe from prying eyes as normal. Don’t ask me why. I still had the feeling of everyone potentially noticing my wet diaper, but an unusual amount of confidence. Perhaps it was because I had a very good excuse for wearing a diaper? After all, I had been a very good girl and made it through the whole dentist appointment without much fuss. This feeling of pride countermanded the feelings of embarrassed nervousness and timidity which would normally flood over me in my current state. Anyhow, I strode up to the map to identify some washrooms, not necessarily those closest. When I say strode, I mean more walked with a slight waddle. I mulled over the map and decided to go to the washrooms near the food court. They were further than other options, but I wanted a slightly longer walk. I also stood there for some time contemplating the map, and released a little more urine that had accumulated in my bladder since I had last peed. My heart raced just a little more, but I also knew the diaper could take it. Molicare have great standing gathers, and can usually hold more when you are standing. They seldom leak on my when I’m laying down and when I’m standing up they can take two full Rachel bladders or more. The result of my fourth pee into the diaper was that I felt very wet and squishy as I made the short walk to the washrooms. It felt like 10 minutes, but I’m sure it was less than 5. I kept my ear buds in to close myself off from the world, though at this point I wasn’t listening to anything. I don’t think a single set of eyes looked deeply at me, apart from the occasional glances that are typical of people passing each other in the mall. My heart pounded just a little harder as I approached the food court, which unlike the rest of the mall was jammed full of people. I was still walking confidently and very proud of myself at this point. I approached the hallway leading up to the washrooms, which is just beyond the food court, and had a decision to make. These were by far the busiest washrooms in the mall, and people were coming and going. I could use the ladies room, and change in one of the stalls. I would then face the problem of disposing of my sodden diaper discreetly in the washroom. If I had been wearing a pad, or even a Goodnite, I would have used this option, as each stall has one of those little garbage bins for pads and menstrual products, etc. But the diaper I was wearing would definitely not fit in one of those. With people all around me, I therefore opted to duck in the family washroom. Located off to the of the hall as you approach the washrooms, this washroom, which I’d never used until this day, is there for families. I’ve used them in other malls and this one was about the same. It had a step stool for kids to reach the sink, safety handles, a larger changing table, and a huge bin for diapers. I was embarrassed stepping into this washroom alone, as to all observers I was clearly not using it to change a child. So to the keen observer, I was definitely a woman using the family washroom for some reason, and the list of plausible reasons is short, and most of them are embarrassing. Someone do please give me a non-embarrassing reason I can use to justify my use in my mind for next time. Anyhow, I pulled my jeans and panties down and changed myself out of the diaper. As I had anticipated, it was very full, and I’ve taken some pictures for you. \ As you can see, I think I was the first person to change a diaper in this bathroom this day, or they change the garbage often (which is also highly likely). I am particularly pleased with the fact that the garbage bin in this room very boldly declares that it is for diapers. This made me blush a little. Anyhow, I dried myself off as best I could with the crummy single ply toilet paper, and I was dripping! I then pulled up my panties and jeans, wrapped the diaper up after a couple more pictures, washed my hands, and made my exist. I blushed a little leaving the family washroom, as I was convinced that people seeing me leave would think similar thoughts. Anyhow, I was pleased that my diapered dentist visit worked, I wasn’t too stressed out and actually rather enjoyed myself with the later part. I went home, cleaned myself off properly, resisted the urge to masturbate furiously, and instead made my way to work (as I’d only take off the morning). I thought about my little adventure all day, and in the evening got myself thoroughly laid, all the while thinking about walking through the mall in my soaked diaper. Rachel tenck5k, PrincessEsther, ews21 and 11 others 14 Quote Link to comment
BlueWetter 500 Posted April 25, 2018 Share Posted April 25, 2018 Great job of soaking your diaper and keeping yourself distracted with the incredible feeling of warm pee caressing your lower body! Sounds like a great morning, other than the dentist Quote Link to comment
ian flemming 231 Posted April 25, 2018 Share Posted April 25, 2018 Absolutely wonderful. i share the dislike for the dentist Quote Link to comment
ews21 310 Posted April 26, 2018 Share Posted April 26, 2018 Another wonderful story and a great way to distract yourself mid dental procedure! Quote Link to comment
Mignonne 28 Posted April 26, 2018 Share Posted April 26, 2018 A good excuse for using the family restroom alone could be that you don’t like public restrooms, and are more comfortable in the privacy of the family one when available! Quote Link to comment
rachelkirwan 13,627 Posted April 26, 2018 Author 🌟 OmoOrg VIP Share Posted April 26, 2018 16 hours ago, Mignonne said: A good excuse for using the family restroom alone could be that you don’t like public restrooms, and are more comfortable in the privacy of the family one when available! Totally reasonable :) Thanks for the kind words folks :) Quote Link to comment
Bluesman59 173 Posted April 26, 2018 Share Posted April 26, 2018 Great and descriptive as always, Rachel. Love the stories! Quote Link to comment
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