Emma Bailey

Honestly, it sounds like you had food poisoning. However, I'm always a fan of unplanned, unnoticed until it's too late accidents, and this sounds like it was a pretty cute one!

If you don't want to stay messy for all that long, you can probably get away with locking yourself in the bathroom, messing, and then taking a shower. That way any stink can be excused as just using the toilet (though air freshener still is helpful). I also loved diapered messy hikes, though if you aren't fully sure when everyone is out then it'd be a pain to sneak back in. I probably wouldn't do it in my room, because depending on the distance to the bathroom that's a real easy and inconvenient spot to get caught.

Agh I know. Just like feels like the most embarrassing thing that could have happened, and then it's over and you want to do it all over again. And that's great, I look forward to reading them! Need to finish getting another story of my own written up too, one of these days.

Aw, that sounds dreadful. Of course, it's adorable in retrospect, but that must've been mortifying! I've had two accidents I can remember at the fair, but neither was even half as bad as that. Also I'd love to hear any more stories, when you have time!

What do y'all think . But yeah, I'm glad you liked it, and I'll definitely have to try something more intentional with rice sometime!

Thanks! I totally felt that spreading forwards, yeah! One of the pads sort of stopped it, and the pullup wanted to sag down instead of spreading forwards, but because of my jeans it was forced to smush that way, and once I sat it just really started to get squished on towards the front. Overall, the mess was mushier than normal, so it was just a lot of squishing and splorting noises anytime I moved.

I’m back! It’s been a while, but I’ve finally had an accident worth sharing. But first, some backstory. Rice has always messed with my stomach sorta bad. It doesn’t hurt or anything, but maybe an hour or so after eating, my bowels always feel extra full, and I usually find myself in need of a nearby bathroom only three or four hours after eating, or even just two or so if I’d already been holding it for a while. For this reason, rice is usually a bedtime food for me. This means that I can eat it, watch some TV, and then right before bed make the terribly hard decision of whether to

I didn't wear a mask during the zoom call, but I was masked up for the walk because of Covid. Also, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

As long as you tag it with messing using the tags system, you're totally fine to post messing content! If you're responding to a post that isn't about messing and want to mention it, then I think it's generally considered polite to spoiler the messing part of your reply and add a warning before it.

If I had to choose, my most out-there omo fantasy would have to something where I'm not just responsible for my own bladder, but for someone else's, too. Maybe my SO has a really big day—out with friends all day, or presenting something for work, or whatever—and for whatever reason, if I wet, they do as well. So they're going through the day, probably not even feeling like they have to go all that badly, but I can't go at all, because even if I'm on a toilet, they won't be, and I can't afford to let them wet. Eventually I can't hold it, and as I'm wetting I know that they're having an eve

I've done desperate running before! It's pretty good for really feeling how bad you need to go—bladder sloshing around, maybe some tiny, unexpected leaks. My only problems with it are that it can be sorta uncomfortable: if I'm actually trying to get a good run in, then I'm gonna have to be feeling all that sloshing for something like fifteen minutes, and that gets old fast. The other problem is mostly just a me problem: I'm currently doing almost all of my running on a treadmill (I'm in a city without good running routes that I know of), and it's... less than ideal to have an accident on a tre

I almost never remember my dreams, so it's pretty much just waking up wet for me. When I do remember my dreams, they're almost always unrelated to wetting and I just wake up soaked—but when I do have a wetting dream, it follows a pretty predictable pattern: I'm somewhere unusual and I really need to go, but for some reason I won't. The only bathroom might have clear walls. There might just not be a toilet, only a convenient bush. But for whatever reason, I refuse to go to the bathroom. I usually wander around for a bit, getting more and more desperate, and before anything can actually happen i

Yeah, pants stains are a pain to get rid of. I've lost many a good pair of pants to a mess that was just slightly too mushy. And I've totally been in that same situation with people noticing an embarrassing stain—though usually the part that clues them in is if I'm still stinky. It's just so hard to clean up a messy accident without access to a shower. I'm glad you had fun with your "accident" though! It sounds like a great time!

It really varies. When I'm in my normal street diapers—which are light, pretty easy to conceal pullups—then I usually just wear some jeans. I also wear skirts with them sometimes, and they're thin enough that as long as I have a skirt I feel fine wearing tights over them. For anything heavier than a pullup, I stick with skirts and dresses. As long as the crinkling isn't super loud, and the waistband isn't visible, a dress hides a diaper excellently. Really, wearing diapers isn't super limiting for what I can wear. The real problems with hiding it usually come from sounds—anything built fo

I usually try for method three, since I like the relief of going from desperate to empty all at once. That said, when I'm wearing a diaper I usually leak a little bit, so in practice there's a little bit of number one mixed in. I only really do number two when I'm wearing a diaper that can hold a lot; when I'm trying to keep the diaper warm by rewetting every so often.