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  1. I was playing a competitive video game and really had to pee. I had a bit of alcohol to drink, and I was pretty frustrated because I wasn't performing to my expectations. I quit and went out for a smoke with absolutely no cares in the world, and I pissed in my shorts while smoking. I walked back to my apartment along a public walking path, only crossing paths with a couple of strangers, and no words were exchanged. I have my first ever shipment of adult diapers coming tomorrow. I used to wet myself roughly 4-12 years ago, and I'm finally revisiting my long lost kink. And now I finally live alone, so I have absolute freedom. I will try to become a regular bedwetter, and wear diapers for the majority of time. I'm really excited, but also feeling very nervous. It's quite a big change in my life, but I believe I'm ready. I hope to talk with like-minded people. I apologize if this post is confusing, I had too much to drink. :) I'm so committed to ABDL and wetting, and I really want to find friends with these interests. Don't be shy to reach out!
  2. Yesterday, I made a post asking whether I should get into wetting again. Well, this is the result of the responses I got. So this morning after I went for a run, I decided that I would try wetting an old (and consequently tight-fitted) pair of jeans. It was my first time that I was going to wet myself in years, so I was both nervous and ecstatic. I was so excited at the time that I decided I would padlock my pants so there would be no opportunity for backing out. So I cut out the button on the pants, grabbed a padlock that I used to use for my gym locker in high school, and locked myself in my bedroom. I was debating between the bedroom and the bathroom, but I figured the bedroom would be a more humiliating experience, and I think I kinda dig that. I drank 3/4ths of a pitcher of water, put on the old jeans and padlocked the jeans on me. They were too tight to slide down while buttoned, so they weren't coming off unless I took off the padlock. I sat using my computer for only about an hour before I got really desperate. I kept working on my computer and tried to ignore it, but eventually the desperation got so bad that I couldn't focus. I knew I was only a minute or two away from wetting. I decided that I didn't want to wet my pants all over my bedroom floor, but there was no way I could leave my bedroom to go to the bathroom and risk having my brothers or mother see me wearing those padlocked jeans. I debated what I should do for about 10 more seconds, when I remembered that I had a (pair of) scissors sitting on the shelf by the window. But at that point, it was too late. I was whimpering, and I only managed to take a step toward the scissors before I uncontrollably emptied my bladder. I tried not to cry, but I knew that I was genuinely defeated. I wet my pants, and it soaked all over my carpeted floor (I have a pretty big bladder). I knew my room would smell like piss for days, and I feared that my family would find out what happened... Everything turned out fine though - I cut the padlock off with the scissors, covered up with a pair of shorts, and made my way to the bathroom so I could wash myself and my jeans. I even shampooed my carpet, so my room probably smells fresher than it did before I had my accident! At the time, I felt so much shame and humiliation; I felt dominated. But looking back on this morning's events gets me really excited; so I feel torn. I'm not sure if I should continue to wet myself, because it really does use up a lot of time and effort of trying to keep it a secret. What do you guys think?
  3. Hey everyone, thanks for your responses. I just made a new topic about wetting myself for the first time in years, so check that out if you want to see the results!
  4. Get ready for a story... Hello, everyone. I'm going to tell you a little story of a big part of my life, if you'd be so kind to listen. I don't really recall when it started or why I enjoy wetting my pants/a diaper, but I do remember a very early experience when I was only 4 years old. The only reason I know I was 4 is because we were living in my old house, and my family moved out before I turned 5. I remember watching this scene on Tom and Jerry of some cat wearing a diaper, and they were putting baby powder in it. For some reason, curiosity got the best of me, and even though I was completely toilet-trained, I took one of my younger brother's diapers, put it on, and eventually peed myself in it. I also remember my mom finding out about it and getting mad at me, saying something about how I wasn't a baby anymore. I felt shame, and I think that may have been the cause of my interest in wetting. I strive for that shame - the thought of being called a baby; forced to wear diapers; humiliation. I stopped wetting until I was about 7 years old, and not out of choice. I began to have problems with bedwetting, and at the time my father used to sleep next to me in my bed. I remember that almost every night for a couple months, I would wake up to my dad carrying me to the bathroom, my pajamas soaking wet. I remember my brothers asking my dad to sleep in their bed instead of mine, because I always wet mine. I was once again humiliated, and I vowed that I wouldn't wet the bed anymore. Almost magically, I never unintentionally wet the bed again (minus 1 or 2 minor and random cases). Fast forward to middle school. I can't remember what inspired me to do so (most likely puberty), but I once again snagged some old diapers from when my brothers were babies and occasionally started wetting them. I went through an entire package. I remember watching videos online of people wetting themselves, and it really got me off. Keep in mind, at the time, I didn't even know about pornography, sex, or masturbation. I discovered a sexual fetish of mine before I even knew what sex or masturbation was. I remember coming home from school every day and just wetting my pants a little, pretending that I was desperate and couldn't hold it. It was only enough to make a small wet patch on my jeans, but it got me so excited. Fast forward to high school. I rarely wet myself anymore. Baby diapers no longer fit, and it was too stressful trying to hide wet clothes from my parents and family. I was (and still am) far too nervous to buy adult diapers, even though that would excite me beyond measures. I'm now a college student, and would only have the opportunity to wet myself whenever I come home to visit. But my desire for humiliation is stronger than it's ever been. I'd love to start genuinely wetting the bed, my pants, or even diapers. I want to feel that shame (or any other kind of sexual shame, for that matter). TL;DR The big question: should I start wetting myself again? Has anyone else gone through a similar experience? I'd love to talk if you have; regardless of gender.
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