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  1. *** Author note: story isn’t abandoned, your friendly neighborhood smut authors (mostly me) are in the middle of some big life events and writing is a bit on the back burner. Hoping to update soon! ***
  2. ***Chapter 12: Goooooood Mooooorniiiing, Globe One!*** Noelle woke up to a bursting bladder and an arm draped across her tummy. She went to relieve herself, but realized her diaper was very full and she must have gone in her sleep. Reluctantly, she extracted herself from the bed and crept over to the dresser. She wiggled a bit as she pulled out a brief from the top drawer. These were little elastic things without any tapes that looked a lot like the thing Cameron had shown up in. They were typically single use, as they didn’t absorb as well as the proper diapers. Really they were convenience items for those who struggled to diaper themselves and couldn’t hold it long enough to get help, or live alone and still want points. Noelle liked to use them for her morning pee sometimes, if the ones she wore to bed couldn't take the morning flood, as it sagged hot and heavy on her while she made breakfast, and meant she could start her day in a fresh diaper when she decided it was time to go get dressed. She hurried to rid herself of the old diaper and stepped into the brief, pulling it up and wishing for a moment that Cam was awake to massage her diaper as she peed. She’d really come to enjoy his fascination with it all. With a small sigh she opened the floodgates, suppressing a sinful moan at how good finally peeing felt. She always over hydrated a bit if she’s had Pipi Juice, knowing how hard it hit her. The diaper bloated and she was still going full force with no sign of stopping. She knew the brief would handle it all if she held still. By the time she was trickling off she’d been going for nearly a minute and the brief was stretching at the seams with a little puddle pooled around her lady bits. She patted the garment appreciatively and felt her nipples perk up at the stimulation. “Feel better?” A gravelly voice asked from the bed. Cameron was awake. “Much better. I had to go bad. Bet you do too,” she added as he sat up and stretched. “I think I went in my sleep,” he answered, squirming as he tumbled out of bed. “So you don’t gotta go?” She asked, sounding maybe a little disappointed. “Oh I’m desperate, but my diaper is full,” he corrected, stepping foot to foot in a little dance. “You want a change? Or maybe one of these?” She asked, patting her brief. “Actually… can I use this?” He asked, pointing to the sheet on the floor that Noelle had decided to leave for the morning. “You can, but it can’t be processed for points because we both peed on it,” she warned. She smirked at how his hand had snuck into the waistband of his diaper to grip himself. “That’s ok, I think I wizzed enough yesterday for a whole week. But I want to try something,” he said, fighting with the diaper tapes one handed while he wiggled. “Once when I was little I was playing and had to go potty so bad, but didn’t want to stop playing. I knew I wasn’t supposed to pee in my pants because there was no diaper anymore, so my four year old brain told me it was a good idea to just take my pants off, so when I couldn’t hold it anymore it wouldn’t get in my pants,” he explained, sitting nude on the sheet and rocking desperately. “I even hid my tip in the carpet so when I started going it would be a secret. I’ve wanted to try it again ever since but I got in so much trouble the first time,” as the story ended so did Cameron’s control. He sat there with his legs spread, dick flopped straight out in front of him as he started peeing. Soon a timid trickled switched to a firehose, as he gushed onto the protected floor. He leaned back, supporting himself with his hands, head tipped back in ecstasy as he remembered how good it felt, knowing this time he wouldn’t be scooped up and called a naughty little boy. The liquid formed a puddle in front of him, giving the perfect visual of what his body was holding back. He wasn’t sure his bladder was truly empty by the time he was too hard to pee anymore. The sheet absorbed the puddle slowly, leaving things damp but not sodden. Noelle approached slowly, trying to decide what she wanted to do. She ended up straddling his thighs, diaper hanging between his spread legs. “What’ve we got here?” He asked, palming the front of her diaper. “Someone had to go bad, huh?” He added, slipping a finger in the leg band doing a completely unnecessary diaper check. His knuckles brushed her slit teasingly and her hips rocked, looking for friction. “At least I didn’t tank on the floor. I held it in until I had a fresh diaper,” she pointed out, rocking against his hardon and making him gasp. “You should try it sometime, I’m sure you’ll leave lots of cute little puddles at the lake house.” He groaned deeply when she started to pump him with her hand. “If you like puddles so much I can put a pad down in the kitchen. You wanna piddle on the floor today?” She asked and Cameron reached out, tearing the waistband of her diaper, exposing her pussy. She lowered herself onto him and they thrusted together aggressively. When they came Cameron laid back and dragged Noelle onto his chest, his eyes rolled back in relief as his softened member slid out of her entrance and he could finish relieving himself. “Are you really pissing right now?” “I wasn’t finished before. God that feels good.” “So you wanna be my little puppy today huh? I’ll get you a little potty pad and you’ll hold it in like a good boy until I say so?” She offered again and his dick twitched in agreement. “Probably shouldn’t wear pants then, silly puppies have accidents if they can’t get to their potty pad in time,” he added, agreeing to give over control of his bladder to this kinky woman. “You’re right. C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up and get you something to drink.”
  3. ***Chapter 10: Victoria’s Wet Secret*** Noelle jumped up and tapped the screen, which lit up to reveal their options. Cameron lazily peeled the tapes back and let his diaper fall open. He balled it up and extracted a bag to put it in while Noelle flicked past options that can be typically found in regular stations, muttering that there are cool ‘deluxe’ diapers that she’s seen in magazines and wants to try. Cameron cupped Noelle’s diaper from behind and untaped it, letting it fall into his hand. “Make sure they’re in separate bags, Cam. If they’re mixed they can’t be processed and you don’t get the points,” she warned, finally swiping to a screen that was designed to look much fancier than the others. “Why?” “I dunno, I’m a photographer, not a chemist,” she answered distractedly. “Come and look at these with me,” she insisted, and Cameron didn’t need to be told twice. The deluxe diapers were interesting. The first page boasted a maximum absorbency that would last 24 hours even for the heaviest wetters, and that was in a whole variety of basic looking styles and sizes. The page after that is where it got interesting. The whole screen was a variety of diapers disguised as lingerie. He looked at the skimpy bits of fabric that had a solid gusset area, but were otherwise made of lace, frills, bows, and sparkles. “Ever worn ladies panties?” She asked, and his dick gave a surprising twitch of interest. “No,” he answered honestly. “Wanna try?” She asked and he nodded shamelessly. If he could pee in them he’d try anything. He pointed to a pair of lacy red panties that kept catching his eyes and Noelle clicked on them, along with a black silky-looking thong that Cameron couldn’t imagine held too much, but desperately wanted to see her in. He noticed that he was wiggling a bit, pinching his pecker like a toddler. He needed to go again. “Go get yourself a cone so you don’t waste the points. It’s too late for me,” Noelle mentioned, noticing his dilemma. Cameron looked down and realized there was a little puddle by her foot where she’d been dribbling since he removed the diaper. He scurried over to where the toilet was and grabbed a cone, and went back to see what Noelle was still looking at on the screen. He nestled his manhood into the cone and relaxed, feeling his pee surround him before it was wicked away into the fabric, which swelled and surrounded him warmly. “Let’s save the fancy ones for tonight at home when the juice has worn off.” Noelle decided, adding two plain white diapers in their respective sizes to the order before checking out. “C’mon, we still gotta change and tidy up after ourselves, hop up,” she commanded, smirking at his ‘hand in the cookie jar’ look when she turned to see him gently sliding the cone up and down his shaft. “You’re giving me the best ideas for later on. Up on the table before we run out of time,” she ordered and Cameron complied, tossing the cone in with his diaper and laying down. Noelle cleaned and diapered him with professional ease, no time left for monkey business. They traded places and he cleaned her and diapered her with significantly less ease, but doing a decent job regardless. From there Noelle pulled on the rest of her clothes and walked to one of the walls and pushed. There was a click and a panel popped open revealing a compartment full of cleaning supplies. Together they cleaned and sanitized all traces of their fun, finishing just in time for the timer to ding and the doors to pop open. They scanned their bands and disposed of their respective wet diapers, and walked back out into the afternoon sun. “I’m starving, let’s walk down to the park. We can grab a bite from the food truck and I’ll show you around town a bit more,” Noelle decided, grabbing Cameron’s hand and leading the way. .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. When they got home that evening Cameron was tired and a little sweaty. They’d trekked all over town, all while guzzling waters and sodas to try and flush out the Pipi juice. They’d slowed down an hour or so ago when they agreed that it was getting easier to hold it and not just dribble like a leaky tap. Cameron had been holding on longer than Noelle, both less affected by the juice and really happy to save up for a big flood. His diaper was only going to take one more good wetting anyway, as he’d been wearing it for hours at this point. Surprisingly though, it was still comfy. Even more surprising, he didn’t have any sort of rash or discomfort from all of the walking around he was doing in a wet diaper. “So I had an idea, feel free to say no if you want,” Noelle started, voice a mixture of hesitation and excitement, “we have those cute dipes that look like panties… and I’m pretty good with a camera…” “Yes,” he agreed with abandon. Cameron was never overly concerned with his body, and certainly wasn’t the type to go to the gym if he could avoid it, but he trusted Noelle not to pick on his lack of muscle tone. “Great, you get changed and I’ll set up,” she decided, tossing him red panties he’d picked out. “Oh, and I know you’ve been holding it, keep holding,” she ordered. “It’s getting pretty bad, I might have a hard time looking sexy if I’m about to tank,” he argued. “That’s the sexy part, Cammy,” she said with a smirk before disappearing behind her door. Cameron hurried into his room and stripped out of his day clothes and tearing off the soggy diaper before he was tempted to just use it. His bladder was tired from a day of not working properly and he was surprised at how bad it was getting. He gave himself a quick wipe down and slid the panties on before he could lose his nerve over it. They fit nicely for just a moment, then his dick started to grow and overfill them. He was surprised that they didn’t feel anything like a diaper, and wondered if they would actually hold anything. After a few squeezes to his engorged package to stave off the feeling of desperation, he scooted across the hall to Noelle’s room. The door was half open, so he let himself in. Inside what was a very plain room was now a full photography studio. There was a backdrop, a floor covering, 2 cameras on tripods, and an arching structure with rings at various levels that were clearly for anchoring restraints. “Woah” “You like?” Noelle asked, and he turned to see her in that silky black thong and a matching bra. “I know it looks like a lot, but you can say ‘no’ to anything.” She reminded him. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he answered, voice sounding almost husky as he dropped further into the certainty that this was going to be a great time. “Why two cameras?” “This one will record, this one takes stills,” she explained, showing off a little hand-held shutter button. They got started with Noelle walking Cam through a few classic boudoir poses. He was nervous at first, but as Noelle coached him he took to it and really started to enjoy the process. When Noelle had him take a break so she could get a few shots in, he watched carefully from behind the camera as he stepped foot to foot. As fun as all of this was, he was bursting. Before he had time to contemplate letting a little out to see how the diaper handled it, Noelle was inviting him back to the middle. She said they were going to do some shots together. She was also hovering about on dancing legs, and rushed him to get into his position so she could get into hers. He knelt fully facing the cameras with his knees spread far apart, one hand on his thigh, the other covering hers. She stood behind him, one hand a gentle fist in his hair tilting his head back to expose his Adam’s apple and sharp jaw, the other cupping his face (and hiding the shutter button). The coached him to hold still and which faces she wanted him to try and make. Cameron resisted the urge to wiggle, holding back the flood with willpower and pelvic floor strength alone, and tried to figure out how to look ‘longing’. But then he lost focus, and felt a spurt escape. He expected to feel a warmth, but instead he heard a splatter. The scene was broken as he realized that his tip was not in his skimpy diaper and he’d just sprayed the floor. Another spurt escaped him and the floor took another beating before he finally wrestled the one-eyed monster back into its cave and sat on his heel in a frantic effort to stop leaking. “Can’t wait to watch the video of this later,” Noelle growled, sinking to her knees next to him while he rocked on his foot and squeezed himself like a child. He was still leaking, and worried he wouldn’t stop. Noelle shooed his hands away to let the camera see as she cupped his whole lace-clad package and hefted it provocatively, before dropping it and tapping the front to hear the wet padding. Another big spurt escaped and the tiny gusset was overwhelmed. “You can let go,” she encouraged, sitting half behind him to support his bottom with her knee, helping him thrust his groin forward as he burst. Rivulets of pee cascaded from all over the lacy fabric as Cameron laid back against Noelle, look of ecstasy and relief being captured in tiny clicks. At one point, Noelle pulled the useless panties out of the way and Cameron’s freed member continued to pump fluid from his bladder onto the cover they were sitting on. He looked down to admire himself for a moment before Noelle’s hand wrapped around his length and pointed the stream back at them. It didn’t last too much longer, but he did manage to piss on the two of them before getting too hard to finish. “You really aren’t joking when you say you’ve gotta go,” she purred in his ear while she stroked him. “I’ve still gotta go,” he moaned, loving the conflicting feelings. “So do I, but I want to hold on a little longer. Think you can plug me up so I don’t have an accident?” She asked, and Cameron ripped the panties off by the seams like a cheap pull-up, and had Noelle on all fours in front of him before she could elaborate. He pulled the thong string out of the way and palmed the gusset, surprised to feel the seam in the tiny triangle of fabric. Noelle had already leaked enough to fill the useless thing. He pulled the garment aside and entered her very wet hole. Both told them gasped in pleasure. It only took a couple of thrusts for a rush of hot wetness to be added to their fun. Cameron pulled out all the way and let the torrent flow before entering again. He repeated the cycle until only a trickle came when he pulled out. It only took a few more thrusts for Noelle to climax, pulsing muscles sending Cameron over as well. As they collapsed together on the floor Cameron noticed that the floor covering was damp, but not the puddle he’d expected. Must be one of those fancy bedsheets. “That was great,” Noelle informed, reaching up to grab a blanket to cover their damp, naked bodies while they recovered. “The best,” Cameron confirmed. Like she’d said earlier, he couldn’t wait to see that video.
  4. ***Chapter 8: Heads, I win. Tails, you lose*** “Rules are simple- you finish your juice, then we see who can wait the longest. Trust me, this stuff is no joke,” Noelle laid out their first game. Cameron cracked the top on his can and took a hesitant swig. It tasted almost exactly like orange crush. He took a deeper drink and examined the other flavor selections on the machine. It looked like they were labeled as sweetened and unsweetened, with quite a few flavor options. He decided he wanted to try blue raspberry next. “Not bad,” he assessed, taking another gulp to try and match Noelle’s pace. “What’s this warning about not having too much in one day?” He asked, pointing to the little sticker next to the window of the vending machine. “Just a friendly suggestion to pay attention to your body. Some people get dehydrated easily and can’t tolerate this stuff, it’s actually recommended to drink a liter of water per can of pipi juice.” She answered before suppressing a burp and tossing her can into the recycling bin nearby. “It’s not really the juice then? It’s all the water you drink with it,” Cameron assessed, hurrying to finish his and toss the can as well. When he turned back, Noelle had a wicked grin. This led Cameron to notice that her lips were not black today, but a deep purple that went nicely with the little galaxy-patterned t-shirt that stood out against her black gym shorts, black mini jacket, and today she’d gone with black high top sneakers. “That’s why I’m showing you what it does without all of the water. Trust me, it’s not going to be a long game,” she promised, and Cameron had to convince himself that the twinge in his bladder was in his imagination. His morning coffee couldn’t even be there that fast. “In the meantime I thought I’d take you on a little tour and show you how to get where you’ll need to go. Seeing as you’re a freshman and a different major we don’t have any classes together, but I worked your schedule so we have the same lunch. You also only have minimum credits, so during some of my classes you can sign up for hours here in the office. Trust me, they’ll give you as many as you want, not a lot of students need jobs to live comfortably here, so a lot of them aren’t interested at all.” Noelle explained, tapping the welcome packet in his hands. Cameron opened it and pulled out his schedule, which was right on top. He had 4 classes: English 101 in the morning and Intro to Marketing in the afternoon took his Monday-Wednesday-Friday, then Sociology 101 in the morning and World History in the afternoon for time and a half made up his Tuesday-Thursday. It looked very familiar as a college schedule, but he found himself buzzing with excitement over the subject matter. He’d chosen to purposely avoid classes centered around computer technology. He’d honestly started to grow bored of it already in his real college back home. He learned faster by trying things out for himself and was already miles beyond his classmates. He figured a break from the whole thing would be welcomed. “Alright, so where to?” Cameron asked, showing Noelle the paper. “So for starters, this building that we’re in is the common resource building. Ground floor is all administrative: admission, counseling, resources, etc. Next two floors are the library- floor 2 has most of the books, maps, videos, and all of that, floor 3 has your study group rooms and study carols. Floor 4 has the computer lab. Wanna start at the top and work our way down?” Noelle asked, pointing to the elevator. Cameron nodded gratefully and followed after her. He’d be the first to admit that he was a bit lazy and didn’t care for stairs. As they boarded the elevator and the doors slid closed, Cameron found himself ignoring the first warning signs that he needed to pee. Unfortunately now it wasn’t being ignored. How could he possibly need to go already? What the hell is in that juice?! He decided he needed to play it cool, it was a competition after all, and part of him wanted to deprive Noelle from feeling smug for as long as possible. They got off at the top floor and it looked like a typical computer lab, if a very nice one. Noelle explained that his login, email, and Whiteboard software info would be in his packet. He secretly hoped that Whiteboard wasn’t an exact parallel to Blackboard, the platform used by his college to upload homework and hold discussion boards, because that was the absolute worst. She explained how to use his student ID to sign out a laptop from the cart to take home for the night. There were a few little gadgets and other things to look at, but Cameron was getting more and more distracted by his rapidly filling bladder. It was now full. Not bursting, but certainly full. “Caaaaamroooooon” Noelle sing-songed, regaining his attention. “Gotta go, huh? I know I do,” she admitted, nodding in the direction of the door. “Yeah, a bit. That’s strong stuff,” he chuckled, following her down the stairs. He couldn’t help but notice her wiggle a bit while explaining the etiquette system of reserving study rooms. By the time they had gotten down to the circulation portion of the library, he found that he would have been more comfortable to sit down for a minute. “Do you want to find your books now?” She offered, turning his schedule over to reveal the book list. “Wait, my textbooks are in the library? I don’t have to buy them?” He asked, trying to be casual about his shifting stance. It was already starting to get bad and he was instinctively starting to worry about finding a bathroom, but remembered that wouldn’t be necessary. “Why would you buy them? You’re only going to use it for a few months,” she asked and he didn’t have the focus to explain that. Noelle bobbed once and stamped her foot impatiently. “Y’know what, you’ll have time to find them on Monday. Let’s keep going,” she decided, definitely getting desperate. Noelle was actually a bit sensitive to the special juice and it was extra effective on her. That never stopped her from using it. Why should it? As long as she kept up with her water along the way, any day that started with pipi juice would turn her into a point-collecting little garden hose all day long. She personally loved holding the first one, then just letting herself go freely for the rest of the day. Once the seal was broken she’d be a leaky faucet for the rest of the day. Sometimes she even dribbled between diaper changes if she could relax enough that her bladder didn’t bother holding anything in. “A little impatient, are we?” Cameron ribbed, resisting the urge to give his junk a supportive squeeze. “I just want to go somewhere less public. I want to feel it when you lose,” she declared boldly, and dammit, he was practically doing the potty dance, wasn’t he? It was incredible how badly he needed to pee. His bladder was swollen and aching in his lower belly, and he was having a hard time thinking about anything else. “We should hurry,” he agreed, as Noelle wiggled. “I have an idea,” she announced, dragging him out the door and back up a flight of stairs. The stairs jostled his bladder painfully, and he found himself marching in place while Noelle, who was a bit knock-kneed herself, swiped her ID to open one of the private study rooms. “I’m gonna have an accident, Cameron moaned urgently, hands now pressed into his diaper area while he danced in place. Noelle was already pulling down her shorts. “You win,” she gasped, pushing him down into a chair and straddling his knees, bouncing desperately a few times before her peehole simply gave out. Her frantic bouncing turned into a slow, indulgent rock while she gushed into her diaper, panting with relief. Cameron moaned and grabbed one of her hands, which was previously on his shoulder to stabilize herself, and shoved it roughly into his own padding hard enough the she could feel the outlying of his dick as it started pumping out it’s own pent up fluid. Her hips stilled as she felt the liquid pooling faster than it could be absorbed. As her stream came to a stop and the padding started to swell and begin the absorbency process, she gently massaged the front of Cameron’s diaper, which was also thickening. “Oh my god that’s the best piss I’ve ever had,” he admitted, covering her hand with his to stop the delicious little petting session before it went too far. They were in a library after all. “Better than yesterday even?” She asked breathily, also trying to reign in her libido. “Yesterday I didn’t have a pretty girl pissing herself in my lap. That was hot as fuck,” he growled, wishing they could go farther. But that wasn’t the game right now, and there would be plenty of time to get up to some of the naughty games he had in mind. “You okay?” Noelle checked when Cameron’s face grew serious. “Yeah, I’m just a bit thirsty,” he admitted, making her smirk and step off of his knees, pulling him up out of the chair. “We can take care of that,” she assured him, straightening her clothes before leading the way out.
  5. We can post a few more and go from there. If there’s no interest we can keep it up in the DM’s like our other projects. I still have some ideas
  6. ***Chapter 6: All the girlies say I’m pretty fly for a diapered guy*** By the time they made it back to the small apartment Cameron had calmed down considerably. In fact, the reality of being trapped in an alternate reality, even one that seemed to be straight out of his fantasies, was starting to consume him a bit. He found his diaper to have significantly more room than it did at the laundromat as his downstairs brain cooled off. Noelle had mentioned sometime during the day that these diapers could be untaped and re-taped easily. At the time he’d been waiting anxiously to play a little 5-on-1, but now he was just glad he could adjust the fit. Of course pleasure was still in his mind, but so were a lot of other things. “Hey, why don’t you put your clothes away, then you can help me change before I get some comfies on and we can watch a movie or something. Or if you’re tired you can just head to bed, I know it’s been a long day,” shesympathized, dropping his hand and letting him sneak off to the bedroom. He didn’t waste any time in getting things put away and getting back out there to find his host, who was looking through some of her school things. Without words, she directed him to her bedroom. He didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn't what he saw. The room was soft and clean, most fabrics and decorative pieces in various shades of peaches and cream. Soft fairy lights gave a delicate glow, and a few cork boards with to-do lists and reminders adorned the walls, but overall it was far more understated than he had expected. Being that she was a photographer, and dressed so boldly, he had assumed her room would be plastered in pictures and inspiration pieces. By the time he had had a good look around, Noelle had gotten her belt and skinny jeans off and was opening a drawer to pull out a diapering kit. She handed it to Cameron, who started putting on the gloves while she folded back the blankets to lay directly on the protective sheet. “I’m gonna fill this one, then we can start. Here, feel right here,” she directed, grabbing one of his cupped hands and placing it on her diaper. “There’s a seam right in the middle. Once you can feel that seam you know the diaper won’t hold much more,” she explained before letting her head and shoulders drop and slowly exhaling. He felt the stream jet against the padding and suddenly didn’t have extra space in his diaper anymore. Noelle closed her eyes and hummed in contentment as she took what looked like a very satisfying pee. Cameron fought the urge to massage the front of the diaper while it expanded in his hand and grew hot. He could start to feel the seam she was talking about. “I can feel the seam,” he warned. “I’m not done yet. If it leaks, so be it,” Noelle replied, but shortly after gave a tiny sigh of relief as her stream tapered off. “Why do you wait until you have to go so bad? Cameron asked, in awe of how big the girl’s bladder is. He forgot himself for a moment and slid his hand up to the top of the padding and back down before taking his hand away. “Because holding it doesn’t bother me, and it feels so fucking good to finally go, y’know?” She stated, knowing for certain now that he enjoyed such things. “Yeah, when I finally let go this morning I thought I was going to die it felt so good,” he chuckled. She certainly got a view of how good that wee made him feel, so he didn’t feel bad saying so. “You were gonna do more than die,” she teased, patting his front unexpectedly. Just as she suspected, he was hard again. She’d decided halfway home to rip off the bandaid. If it went wrong they could deal with it, but by her calculations the changes of that were slim. Cameron froze up a little, looking a bit trapped, so Noelle plowed on. “It’s okay if it feels good, Cammy. A lot of people here like it too. I know it’s supposed to be a big secret where you come from, but you don’t have to hide here. Tell me the truth; do you get turned on by peeing in your diapers, or by holding your piss until you explode? You can tell me,” she coaxed from where she laid seemingly helpless on the bed. “I didn’t want you to think I was gross. I- I didn’t let you change me to get off, I really needed help,” he stammered, truth mixing with an apology. “And I didn’t offer to help you to be gross. Yes, you were turning me on, but I helped you because you needed it, not for my own gratification,” she admitted. “You like it too?” He muttered dumbly. “I like it too. And if you wanted, I think it would be fun to help you explore this place while you’re here. I’m sure you have a few things you’d like to try. If you don’t want me involved you can say so. Don’t feel pressured, I won’t hold your choice against you. But all I’m saying is that I’m offering if you want someone to experiment with,” Noelle offered, watching nervously while he chewed it over. “This all seems so unreal. Can we start with getting you changed, and then start experimenting when I wake up in the morning if this is all still real and not some sort of coma dream. “Of course we can wait until tomorrow. If you want I can change myself, if you need some space.” “No, I’d like to change you, if you’ll let me,” he decided, already fantasizing about palming the sodden diaper until she writhed and begged for more. But this wasn’t the time. So instead he carefully followed directions to get her cleaned up (while maybe doing a very thorough job wiping her pouty slit, giving a slow swipe to her engorged clit and sliding down to give a few well-meaning brushes to her leaking hole when she arched into his hand.) and got her into a fresh diaper. She sat up looking hot and bothered by this point, and he was in a similar state, now fantasizing about his gloved finger toying with her lady bits while she squirmed and dribbled and begged him to put a fresh diaper on before she Tanked. “Thanks for the help,” she finally breathed, bottom wiggling a few times in a telling way. “Anytime. I’m gonna turn in, it’s been a long day,” he decided, desperately needing to touch himself at this point before he did something indecent in front of his new friend,” “Me too,” she agreed quickly. He left the room and closed himself into his own after a mutually hasty ‘goodnight’. Faster than he’s managed in his teen life he was laying in bed with nothing but a diaper and a boner that could cut diamonds. It only took him a minute or two of vigorous palming to bring himself to the shuddering orgasm he’s waited seemingly all day to have. He continued to rub himself through the front of the diaper as his post-orgasmic need to piss made itself known. He paused his self-pleasure to tighten the fit of his now-baggy diaper, then flipped to his belly and humped against the mattress. Before he got too far along he released his bladder, pissing his diaper while he ground enthusiastically into the hot padding lubricated by his own spunk. His second orgasm was smaller, but no less satisfying. Finally he relaxed into the pillow and found himself drifting to sleep, ending a very very long day.
  7. I wet the bed heavily until 10-11ish, then stopped all of a sudden. Like, went from every single night to it hasn’t happened since. I do have a friend that wet until 13/14ish, though a lot more sporadically, and still isn’t totally surprised if it happens now.
  8. ***Chapter 4: Boy Meets Diaper World*** Noelle smirked, perfectly penciled eyebrow arching in amusement at the deer-in-headlights look on her guest’s face. The look had led her to believe that maybe he was in the middle of something more personal when she came home, but then remembered how private bodily functions were treated where he was from, and that explained the guilt perfectly. “Good, I’m glad you’re not holding it in like this morning. You’re going to get sick if you do that too often. You don’t have to tell me every time you go though, unless you need some help,” she said, turning her back to him to hang her backpack. She herself had been holding it for the better part of the day. Secretly she liked the feeling of saving up and letting it go in a big flood. Other days she liked going as the mood struck her, warming her padding all day until she got home with a thick, soggy diaper. She didn’t know how Cameron would feel about it, but she actually loved the feeling of wetting her diapers, and watching others go in them. It was a big turn on for her, and his little display when she found him was the best show she’d ever had. She may be seeing things, but she was almost willing to bet that he didn’t wear such a taboo garment simply for convenience like he tried to say. The boldness of her statement, and the unsteadiness of Cameron’s nerves when trying a move that he’d only ever fantasized about, set him back on his heels a bit. He found himself stammering out a sentence that amounted to nothing until she turned back with a soft smile that seemed a little mismatched with her edgy appearance. “Relax, all I’m saying is it’s okay. I know it’ll take a little while to get used to, but don’t feel guilty. Everyone does it, watch,” she insisted. Then all Cameron could do was stare while she undid the studded belt and the button of her skinny jeans, and lowered them enough that he could see her diaper. Unlike everything else she wore, the diaper was pure white. Noelle sighed gently and Cameron could hear the gentle hiss of her diaper filling. The padding expanded and turned yellow in the front of the gusset area. She’d clearly been putting it off, as the diaper started to sag and seem quite bloated by the time the hissing stopped. Cameron was uncomfortably hard in his own diaper, and wished he had real pants, or maybe a longer shirt. “Holy shit, I needed that.” Noelle announced shamelessly, patting the wet diaper like Cameron tended to like to do. Right before his eyes the diaper was already pulling back to its original shape as whatever miracle absorbency agent was in these things went to work. She let him stare while it was all absorbed. By the time she pulled her pants back into place the diaper was still yellowed, and thicker than before, but clearly not at capacity like he felt it should have been. He noticed how the jeans fit a little more snugly now. “I figured we could get you signed up for your band, then hit the thrift shop, then the laundromat. Then in the morning we can register you for class,” she said, breaking the trance Cameron had found himself in. “I… don’t have any money,” he muttered, not sure if his poverty or his shameless indulgence of this fantasy place was more embarrassing to him. “Don’t worry about it. My folks make a good living and let me use all of their points from the reward program. Won’t cost hardly anything,” she promised, and he nodded along willingly. She breezed by him into the kitchen, and on her way patted his front and bottom. His heart must have stopped beating for a moment. “That should be okay for another wet if you need it before we can get you some clean clothes. I was going to bring you a change that looks like those, but I wasn’t sure you’d stick around,” she explained, grabbing a snack casually as if she didn’t just give a grown man a diaper check. “This is fine,” he assured as soon as he was able to speak again. “Great, then let’s go!” - A few hours later found them alone together in a laundromat with Chinese takeout and Cameron’s new wardrobe on a thorough wash cycle. Getting registered for the rewards program was easier than he ever expected, especially for a government program. They had him fill out an application that was barely a page and a half, took his picture, then printed his band on the spot. He got a booklet laying out all of the benefits and things that he could use points on, as well as detailing a welcome gift of start up points that would activate with his first urine deposit in an approved reciprocal. He found himself playing with it absently while they ran their other errands. He read through the material and picked Noelle’s brain while she picked his in return. “So let me ask you- I was starting to suspect that maybe wearing diapers all the time had made people a bit incontinent. I’ve seen a couple of people in wet pants today, and that’s just unheard of where I’m from. Especially walking around so blasé about it. But then I saw you, and you clearly held it just fine. And why would there be wet pants at all if everyone is wearing these great diapers?” He rambled, hoping once more that he wasn’t overstepping. Noelle considered carefully, not seeming uncomfortable at all. “So some people prefer to use their diaper as the need arises, and get a change when they need to. You get a bit more points for completely filling it before turning it in, so some people will make sure they can’t hold another drop, or even leak to get the most out of them. I personally don’t get that, as the difference isn’t that significant, but some people are competitive I suppose. Other people wear them, but only go once and change right after. So they hold it until they’re ready to get changed, same as someone who holds it waiting until they’re ready to go to the toilet. Other people don’t wear them, they hold it until they decide to go and then they use the diaper to do they’re part, but don’t even really put it on. The problem with that is getting caught short before you can get to a diaper and leaking a bit, or maybe even letting go all the way. There are people who are more like where you’re from too. They only use the toilet, and are very private about it. They’d rather bust a gut trying to ‘make it in time’ over using a diaper or having a little accident.” She explained, and Cameron chewed all of that over quietly. They’d been out and about for a while at this point, and the need to pee had been building. He was nervous to go a third time, as his dipe definitely felt bulkier than it had prior to his second wetting. He worried about overwhelming it and both making a mess and needing to sit in a plain white diaper until he had pants. There was a small changing room off to the side, and he couldn’t help but think that maybe Noelle might change him if he asked. “My turn,” she declared. “So you said that in your world, diapers are mostly for the young or those who need them. Are there better diapers than the one you showed up in? Or cute ones? I mean if you have to wear them you might as well be comfy and enjoy how they look, right?” She asked, making him blush thinking about both the situation he showed up in and his extensive knowledge of diaper options. “Well for kids they have pull-ups, which are supposed to feel like underwear and be easy to get off to try to make it to the toilet. Those have cartoon characters and colors and stuff. The ones like I had are drugstore ones. They’re easy to get, but aren’t really made for a full bladder, just little leaks and mistakes. They’re usually as neutral as possible. Then there are ones you can get for someone who can’t get to the toilet at all. They’re thick, bulky, and very crinkly. They hold a few wettings, but aren’t discrete like these, they’re very loud and puffy. Then there are some that are made to be cute, but not like the ones here. They’re made for people who like to pretend they’re a baby, or like feeling young and without responsibilities. So they have cute patterns like dinosaurs, astronauts, animals, and such, and look like a baby diaper but adult sized. They also hold a lot, and can be a little more discrete, but not by much. Those are harder to get because you have to special order them.” He informed, trying to be as forthcoming as she was without tipping his hand. “So there are people in your world that buy them, wear them, and use them because they enjoy how it feels?” She asked, seeming curious, not disgusted. “Um, yeah. Some people actually, y’know, get off on it,” he admitted, holding his breath. If she asked he would have to tell her. He couldn’t lie, not after all she’s done. “Interesting. And harmless.” She pondered, returning to her food, not indicating in any way that she suspected him of being such a person. Luckily the washing machine dinged and Cameron scrambled to move things to the dryer. As he stood he realized that his bladder was actually quite full, and he found himself wiggling a bit while he started the cycle. He walked over to their seats, but before he sat down he let his tired bladder relax, to hell with the risk. He directed his gaze at the commercial that was playing silently on the tv as if it had caught his attention, and let it go, holding back a moan as the padding thickened around him. He felt the diaper swell around the seams and prepared for the first trickle out of the leg band. He’d been holding more than he thought, but the dipe contained everything. His hand fell to the garment and he could tell it was at its limit. It didn’t deflate like the times before, but stayed bulky. He took his hand away so not to seem to me enjoying the feeling too much. Cameron looked back up in time to miss how Noelle was watching intently. He shifted awkwardly, not stare if he could sit down without making a mess. “What’s wrong?” Noelle asked, looking up from where she sat as if she didn’t just watch him push his diaper to the limit. She decided that she was going to love living with someone with such a big bladder. If only she could get him to admit that he liked it. She had thought about saying it first, but decided she didn’t want to overwhelm him or seem predatory. “I- I peed and it was a lot. I don’t know if I can sit down without making a mess,” he admitted. “Oh, do you want me to check? Or you could get changed?” Noelle asked innocently. “I’d like to keep this one until I have pants. Will you check please?” He asked nervously. She reached out and cupped his front and gave it a light squeeze while pressing it up into him. Cameron thought about a series of repulsive things to keep himself in check when the touch threatened to send him to the stratosphere. From there she ran a few fingers along the sides with a firm stroke. Cameron could not believe he was getting a diaper check in public by a hot girl. He was certainly adding fluid to the nappy in that moment, and using every punch of his self control not to just excuse himself to the changing room to ‘change’ after all. You should be fine to sit. You’ll definitely need a change before you go again though. We’ll do that before we leave so you can put it in the collector here and you can get the points. That one’ll be worth plenty.” Noelle assessed, patting his seat encouraging him to join her. He did, moaning like a porn star in his mind when the hot padding ground against him, making his poor dick throb with need. He needed to get that under control before he asked Noelle to change him.
  9. Thanks so much for such a flattering introduction @Barry! I’m truly excited about this project, I really think it will be one of our best. With that said, let’s get this party started!!! *Chapter 2: The Internet Strikes Back* The swirling vortex of everything started to take shape around him, and he found his feet on solid ground. All around him scenery began to take shape; buildings, bushes, trees, sidewalks, and worst of all-other people. The next time he blinked he was standing in the middle of some kind of plaza in broad daylight. He looked around frantically, trying to figure out where he was. The buildings, though different shapes, were all sided with the same tan-colored brick, and all of the vegetation was well landscaped. It actually looked like a college campus. Not his campus, but a campus. Now that he was paying attention, everyone seemed to be roughly his age and were walking around with backpacks. His inspection of this new place was interrupted when a wave of desperation had him squeezing his thighs and bending at the waist. When he did this his bloated diaper leaked further, adding to the wet spot on his sweatpants. His heart began to pound violently in his chest as all of the pieces clicked into place. He was standing in the middle of a busy campus that he was unfamiliar with, in a soaked diaper, obviously wet pants, and was going to pee at any moment. This was bad. He tried to think of a next step, anything to get him out of the public eye, when a hand grabbed his shoulder. “Hey, are you okay?” He turned to see a young lady attached to the hand that was still on his shoulder. He blinked heavily to try to hide that he’d been tearing up in his panic, and tried to mutter something that would get this girl to keep walking, but only managed to stammer a few disjointed sounds through near-hyperventilation. To make matters worse, his bladder clenched and a spurt warmed the already overwhelmed padding of his diaper. He dropped his eyes from the girl and did the most discrete potty dance he could manage, stopping the stream by willpower. “Come with me, we’ll get you a fresh diaper so you can finally pee. You look like you need it badly. I don’t know why they don’t mark the changing stations better in the first week, freshmen always have a hard time,” she rambled kindly, easily deducing his problem and pulling him along with her. How on Earth did she know he was wearing a diaper? And why was she so casual about it? She pulled him around the back of a building that was lined with small, square, stand-alone rooms. She pulled him to the door of one of them, the only one that didn’t have another person waiting. “Hey, where’s your band? Is that why you waited so long? You forgot your band?” She asked, noticing he didn’t have a standard issue Power Band. “What band? I’m not from here! I’m not supposed to be here!” He hissed through clenched teeth as another stream started. A fresh trail rolled down his inner leg as he pleaded with every deity he could think of to let him make it to the toilet. The girl cocked her head, looking confused. “I thought they were standard issue all over the country. I’ve never heard of a place that doesn’t use them at all.” She pondered aloud, holding up her own wrist. It had a black silicone bracelet with a small tile that appeared to have something scannable engraved on it. He shook his head and went back to trying to manage his bladder. She was confused by that, as this boy was clearly wearing a very wet diaper, so he wasn’t one of the more old fashioned types that refused to use the new technology. So why wouldn’t he have a band? “No, like I don’t even know where I am. One minute I was on the computer, lightning hit the house, and now I’m here.” He tried to explain when finally the door opened, but to his horror, it was to a spacious room with a bed. Not a toilet to be found. “Where’s the toilet?” He begged, hands pressing into his crotch as he danced like a toddler in front of this stranger in an unfamiliar place. “I thought you used diapers? You’re wearing one? Here, let me show you before you make a mess,” she said decidedly, dragging him into the room and closing the door. “Get all that off and I’ll help you,” she said as if it were the most common thing. Cameron popped his shoes off and fought his way out of his wet sweats while this girl scanned her own bracelet, made a quick selection on the screen, and opened a drawer that had dispensed a packet with a plain white diaper, wipes, and a pair of gloves. She put the gloves on and in a clinical way yanked down his sagging pull-up and quickly held the fresh padding under his dribbling penis. Cameron cupped his front and continued to clench, keeping the flow at a painful trickle until he was secured. She taped him in not a moment too soon. The teen’s head tipped back as the flood gates opened. He let out a strangled moan of pure relief as he emptied at the rate of a garden hose that was finally unkinked. The padding grew heavy and warm around him and it was easily the best piss of his whole life. It took a little over a minute to fully empty, but finally he patted the front in blissed satisfaction, amazed that not so much as a dribble escaped. “You sure had to go, huh? Let’s get you into a fresh one so we can free this up for the next person,” the girl said, picking up the cheap pull-up with her gloved hands and inspecting it. She knew what it was from school research. It was what people used as a diaper back when only the incontinent used them. Back before some genius found a way to make power from urine, and created diapers that could be used as fuel. These old diapers weren’t allowed anymore, as not only can they not be used for energy, but they create waste. This guy just gets more interesting. Cameron watched her throw the old pull-up away, and found himself overwhelmed with how odd everything is right now, and started to wonder if maybe he was dead. This kind stranger caught the look on his face and smiled before patting the table. “C’mon, hop up. I’ll get you cleaned up and we’ll go for lunch in the cafeteria. I want to know more about this place you came from, and I’m sure you want to know more about here,” she said, and he found himself complying once more, noting how shaken and vulnerable he felt at that moment. He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of humiliation, despite how unphased the other party seemed to be. He watched from the table, hand unconsciously pressed into his bulging diaper, gently pressing himself into the soothing comfort while she scanned her band, picked a fresh diaper that had a covering that looked like athletic shorts, and another kit dispensed into the drawer. She took it out and untaped him. Quickly, he held a hand up to stop her. Embarrassingly enough, despite his fried nerves and fragile state he was hard. This chick might be okay with wet pants and diapers, but an erection over it all is creepy. She swatted his hands out of the way and opened the diaper anyway, and started wiping him down without batting an eye. “Relax, it happens. You don’t have to be embarrassed,” she assured, not hesitating to wipe his engorged genitalia thoroughly along with everything else. Soon he was taped snuggly into a fresh hidden diaper, and she bagged his wet clothes before disposing of the gloves and washing her hands. He did the same and she led the way out. “Thanks for the help. I’m Cameron, by the way,” he introduced, ashamed that this girl had touched his dick before they’d even been properly introduced. “Noelle, and no problem” she responded, and Cameron thought it was a cute name. They didn’t talk while Noelle led him through campus, to the dining hall, and paid for his lunch, but the second they sat down she said ‘tell me about where you come from’, and he happily obliged. As he talked he took his time to familiarize himself with his savior. He’d learned that she was 21, a junior, and a photography major. She was only a little bit shorter than him, with shoulder-length hair that was dyed mostly black, but had random strips of greens and yellows speckled throughout. Her makeup was dark and bold; eyeliner with sharp wings, black lips, and smokey eyeshadow, accentuating her hazel eyes. Her outfit was also mostly black. It featured a black t-shirt over top of a black and white striped long sleeve, ripped skinny jeans, and combat boots nearly to the knee which he’d noticed on their walk over when he’d spent a lot of time looking at their feet and trying to rebuild his courage. One of her ears had maybe a dozen piercings, and the other only seemed to have 2, one on the top and one on the bottom that was used to hold an ear cuff that looked like a dragon. “So anyway, that’s why he would get so mad that I wore them when I was gaming. I don’t really need them, so he thought it was lazy and gross,” Cameron explained, stuffing a few bites of food into his mouth immediately after to break up his little monologue that has turned into too much information about how his father felt about him. “So let me get this straight- where you’re from you’re only supposed to wear diapers for medical or age-related purposes? And you’re supposed to hide it because it’s embarrassing?” She checked, and he nodded. “That sounds miserable. It’s a bodily function. What, do people get all weird about needing to eat or blow their nose too?” She asked incredulously. Cameron smirked at that. “Seems like just about everything is impolite, or has some rules about how to do it the right way, yeah” he agree, shoulders finally relaxing a little. “So what about this place. What’s the deal?” He asked, feeling confident enough to be curious. “About 50 years ago some guy figured out how to make energy from urine. He invented these diapers that start the chemical process, and worked to get others to try. It was a bit of a slow start, as people were very much like where you’re from and thought it was kinda gross, but nowadays they’re just so normal. They create such a strong energy supply, and it’s obviously renewable, that the government declared it a national method. They develop, design, and distribute the basic acceptable style. It’s free to everyone, because then they collect them and use them for energy, which is also free because so many people contribute so much to the program. The band keeps track of the supplies you’re taking and can be used to adjust your household order for the month, and also tracks your participation in the program. You get reward points based on your contribution and can select more decorative diapers, like the one you’re wearing, or even cash in for assistance with groceries or travel discounts.” Noelle explained, watching Cameron’s face turn contemplative. “And… is it… normal to help others get changed like you did for me? You made it seem like no big deal,” he stammered, turning bright red as he forced the question out. “I’ve worked as a changing room attendant for a theme park closer to my parent's place for the last few summers, I’ve seen that situation plenty.” She answered and his heyes bugged. “Changing room attendant?” “Yeah, some are self-serve, like most of the ones on campus. A lot of places have an equal number of stalls that have an attendant that will change you. It’s great if you have mobility issues, or restrictive clothing, or honestly just prefer it. Nobody’s going to ask if you prefer being changed to doing it yourself,” Noelle assured, remembering the shame surrounding his previous situation and not wanting him to feel that way here. Cameron’s head was spinning, it all seemed too good to be true. He could wear diapers and wet them at his leisure all day and night, and get rewarded for it? Insane. The thought brought him back to the uncomfortable situation he’d been avoiding. While they’d been talking, his bladder had been filling again. He assumed it was from the drinks he’d had before the mishap, and maybe even a backlog of what simply couldn’t fit into his bladder before, but either way he was resisting the urge to wiggle as his tired muscles protested the new discomfort. “I was going to try to find a way home, but I think I may want to stick around for a little while. But I don't have any money, or identification,” he lamented. “No problem, we’ll get you registered in school and get you a band. Say you’re my cousin or foreign exchange student or something. You can stay in the dorms, or if you’d like I have an extra bedroom in my apartment.” She offered, and he was touched by her generosity. “You barely know me,” he argued. “I’ve seen enough to know that we’ll get along ok. And if you find friends and want to move to campus or your own place then that’s fine, but you’re welcome if you want,” Noelle assured, and Cameron thought sullenly to himself about how unlikely finding friends would be for him, even in this new, upside-down place. “I’d appreciate that,” he accepted, wiggling in his seat and feeling his face get hot as he instinctively looked for a bathroom that likely wouldn’t exist. He remembered the diaper, and how she said she’d used her points on it, and didn’t want to soil it so soon. “You okay?” She asked, having an idea of what the problem could be. “I- I sorta gotta go again, but I don’t want you to waste points for me. But I need pants. He explained, squirming again. It was worse than he thought it could be so soon. “You can let go. You probably shouldn’t hold it at all for the rest of the day honestly. I’ll take you to my place before my last class. We can go get you your own band when I'm done for the day,” she planned, and Cameron didn’t need to be told twice. He relaxed and surprisingly had no trouble releasing his bladder, despite being in the middle of a crowded cafeteria. He must have really overdone it earlier to have so little control now. This piss somehow felt nearly as relaxing as the first, and his eyes nearly crossed at the blissful feeling of the gentle stream surrounding his manhood in soft heat. The padding expanded to encase him and he held himself back from the urge to massage the bloated front, as was his habit. He worried that admitting his fetish to Noelle would disgust her, especially after she volunteered to help him in his emergency. He’d carefully skirted around the part where he enjoyed the diapers in his original story, and had played them off to be a matter of convenience. “That’s better,” he sighed, not missing how closely she was watching him while he voided. Maybe he’d already shown his hand too much? “Let’s get going then,” she decided, tone not showing any discomfort or disgust, so maybe he was just thinking about it too hard. He wasn’t keen on living a secret life in this place of his dreams, but he couldn’t wait to see how this all played out.
  10. Is trying to do a big hold really inconvenient for anyone else because you generally don’t drink a whole lot in your day to day life? Like, when I was an athlete in high school I took my hydration very seriously, and if I wanted to do a hold I only needed a couple of hours and a big glass of water. Nowadays it seems like it takes half a day and lots of fluid for my body to wake up and start filling. Of course I can’t hold it nearly as long once I’m full because I don’t stubbornly hold it all day like I used to as a teenager. Anyone else find this to be true?
  11. My friend and I went in a baseball dugout once. We were in high school and the fields at the high school were being repaired, so we were using the old abandoned practice field for the college in our town. We had a practice over a long weekend, so this friend was staying at my house because our parents worked, but the field was only a bit over a mile from my house- like a 15 minute walk there, but over 20min back because it was straight uphill for a majority. So we walk to practice, did our training (if memory serves was nearly 3 hours because coach wanted to take advantage of the free time), and we were staying a bit late goofing around and waving everyone goodby as they were picked up. Once the last car drove off she immediately doubled over complaining about how bad she had to pee. Of course we’d been drinking plenty because it was sports practice, and late spring so very warm. I also had to go pretty badly, but could make it home easily. Now the thing about our town is that it’s very small, and there was maybe 5 establishments on our whole walk home, and the only one with a public bathroom always insisted on a purchase, and we had no money. We talked about adding an extra 20+ minutes to our walk by detouring through the college and seeing if we could find a facility there, but she was already dancing and shivering with desperation and started panicking about having an accident. (Her bladder was notoriously small, and she’d been known to leak if she laughed too hard. He parents were rather impatient with it. I finally recommended the dugout as it was sheltered (not to mention virtually unused nowadays). We rushed inside and she continued to worry and squirm. I said I had to go too and would do it with her. She had her pants off and squatted, showing me everything in the process, and was spraying the gravel with a moan. I hurried and copied her so as not to seem like I was watching. She continued to pant and whine about how her panties got wet and how she’d needed that so badly. My void was nearly double hers, and I remember feeling bad for her only being able to hold so little. long story, but there you have it.
  12. I know this doesn’t help your poll necessarily, but I think it would be extremely tough to pinpoint a stranger participating in this kink intentionally. Anybody can get caught short and find themselves painfully desperate in any situation, so it would be tough to accuse someone of being out of bounds from the desperation element. Even if they were squirming and making a bit of a scene- some people don’t have the boundaries that it’s ‘private business’, and others try to relieve tension with comedy/outspokenness. if I saw someone peeing in their pants, peeing where they shouldn’t, or appeared to be wearing a diaper I also wouldn’t say anything to them. They could have a medical reason like a poorly functioning bladder, a mental Illness, a drug problem, a developmental disorder. Who am I to accuse them of trying to be inconsiderate? I may say something to available staff so they can get the mess cleaned and know what it is that they’re cleaning. Let’s say it’s clearly about sexual arousal and this person is actively trying to show their genitalia or undergarments, are openly fondling themselves, or are clearly exhibiting stalkerish behavior, that’s different. I think at that point I would have to consider the safety of the situation. If I noticed the stalker behavior I would likely try to catch up to the person being watched and try to let them know that they’re being followed, as opposed to confronting the stalker. With someone exposing themselves I would probably put my head down, again if appropriate bring it up to staff if it’s a place with staff. IDK, seems a little cowardly, but safety first.
  13. Once I was jumping on the trampoline with a friend, we were probably both 12/13ish, and we managed to bounce just right so I fell over and she was launched 10+ feet in the air, completely clearing the 7ft safety net and onward. I had to scramble to get out of the way as she returned to the tarp in a flailing plummet. This turned into a fit of screaming/laughing/other-excited-girl-noises. Once we’d calmed down we realized she’d wet her jeans. She wasn’t upset, just surprised and a bit embarrassed. I helped her get through the house unseen and got her a pair of my shorts. We hid the jeans in a plastic bag at the bottom of a canvas shopping bag that she took home full of ‘stuff she left last time she stayed the night’ and ‘books and makeup she was borrowing and would give back at church on Sunday’.
  14. I do. my sleep quality is a little funny and odd things like that will happen. Sometimes I’ll wake up because I leaked a little, but not really full. On other occasions I wake up over full and dribbling and have to make a dash to the bathroom. I suppose that doesn’t really help determine if it’s “normal”, but certainly you’re not alone.
  15. Went a second time. Not a full bladder, but certainly a full diaper. Woke up on the horny side of the bed today and am dripping wet fantasizing of someone controlling when I can use/change my diaper (mmm and someone who can do a thorough diaper check) not looking for playmates, just fantasizing IMG_2454.MOV
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