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  1. Before I went to work I drank 32 oz of flavored water and a large coffee. I decided that the last time I was desperate at work without a pad or a diaper I wasn't quite confident, and had decided to pee even before I began to leak. This time I put on a thong, then a super absorbant pad then purple panties that were not even clean. Then my work jeans which are pale blue. It was going pretty good I was holding for a friend who told me that I would be punished if I started to leak. I checked in with him a few times and was proud to tell hims I was still dry like a big girl. I was at a nice tingly 8 for a long time, and keeping moving was helping me out. Whenever I stopped moving around and had to stand still, my bladder settled with gravity and the waves of urgency grew stronger. "It's ok, I have a bit of protection," I thought. A few ore times if standing in one spot instead of pacing which took the place of the pee pee dance) and I started to leak just a bit. "It's still ok. My pad will catch it." I thought. Eventually the little leaks had officially broken that fragile barrier, and the urges were getting harder and harder to control. I thought it was ok. I thought that I let enough pee go that the pressure was off for a while. It was for about fifteen minutes. Suddenly I almost completely lost it and had to run to an escape room (I was cleaning rooms at a motel) in case I had to grab myself. I began shaking and breathing fast. Those little shock waves which are awesome sent shivers all the way up my spine and my tummy up to my ribcage. This whole time I also had to poop. I wanted to go that morning already so it wouldn't interfere with my holding, but I couldn't go. This whole time while I was desperately trying not to pee, I was also trying desperately not to poop. So when the waves became too strong, I became desperate for both at the same time. I wasn't about to stop my game. Funny thing is that is I feel like it's gonna come out, the thong makes it feel like it's already out. I could have sworn that there was some that found its way out, but it was just my already wet thong. I had been working all by myself for most of the day. Then my husband comes to 'help out' even though I get stuff done better by myself. He was standing there outside of someone's hotel room asking me a question, I was standing inside the bathroom doorway stalling so I could continue squeezing my legs together and pray for the piss not to get onto my jeans. *note to self, thongs aren't good for wearing under a pad, the wetness will creep way up my ass and past the pad* The flood was so close to happening! I almost couldn't stop peeing myself! I was in someone's room cleaning the bathroom, and had to stop and cross my legs and hope the people don't come back. I crossed and un crossed 3 times before I stopped leaking. I really believed that there was a huge wet spot on my bottom! I hoped so hard that the two people I encountered didn't notice my wet pants. I escaped via the stairwell and back to the room I was staying in for the night, to get some piss relief, and to ease my looming panic. (And to take some pics.) My husband follows me a few minutes later and wants to know why I deadbolted the outer door. (There are people here who have a master key and the bathroom door doesn't have a lock.) He was concerned about if I was taking pics on my phone in the bathroom. I had to tell him that I was not (I totally was, as you know) I had to eventually tell him that I like to hold it because I can climax with no hands and I was checking to see if I was wet. (I totally was, as you know) I had planned getting total relief by emptying my bladder, but decided to have more fun with it, and I stopped halfway through. I still refused to poop. ( Another friend inspired me on this subject.) I didn't have time to change and clean up because my husband was suspicious, so I pulled up my wet thong, my purple panties with the still wet pad, and my jeans that, thank God, only had a teeny spot on my bottom, and went back to work. There was a short period of time where I stopped having the urges to pee and poop. The second wave always seems to come out of nowhere. This one sure did. Especially since there were two kinds of desperation going on at the same time. I thought I could make it longer, but just in case I went into the guest bathroom because I was right there anyway. I didn't want to risk another accident at work. That first one was quite a close call. It must have been a proximity thing because as soon as I locked myself in, the urgency was enough to almost make me fail once and for all. I didn't even have time to put the lid back down. I sat right down on the rim of the toilet At least I managed to pull the thong down too, because that's the time when I needed to poop as well as pee. If not I was about to wet my thong, just for fun, on behalf of my friend on here. I don't really do poop deaperatinons that often, but this one along with the second wave of my pee desperation, and nearly getting caught, and nearly wetting myself completely, twice in one day, both at work... Really gave me a great rush!
  2. I thought I would share this collage I made of my cute feet. 

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    1. Padded_girl

      Is it me or were you diapered? Hehe :3

  3. Just a little update

    I finally got my hubby used to the idea of me wear diapers. The first night when I had one on he tucked me into bed, kissed my forehead, like he always does, and when he patted my bottom, like he also always does it made that cute little muffled thump. We both thought it was extra adorable and it made me giggle. 

     

    1. johnnyc82

      Did that giggle turn into laughter and in turn into peeing in your diaper?

    2. Silly Lilly

      No, but another time he tickled me until I came.

  4. Random store brand. They're fun to overflow.
  5. Had some fun pushing the limits of my diaper last night.
  6. I love this wet and naughty experience.
  7. I laid in bed, wearing a tight little shirt, no under clothes, and some leggings that were soft and velvety to the touch. I had been slowly leaking, just enough to get only my pants wet. I kept touching myself, petting the soft, warm, wet fabric. My crotch, my bottom, my thighs, all the way down to my knees, were nice and wet. I was halfway under the blankets, so every time I squirmed around in bed to change positions so that I would wet them evenly, the wonderful smell of piss would drift up. My wetting my leggings while in bed was so good that I didn't get any piss the bed at all. Then suddenly the desperate urges hit. Hard. I could squeeze my pelvic muscles, I could hold myself tightly between my legs, press my thighs together, feel the sensations of nearly cumming, enjoy the strong pulses... For about three minutes. With every little leak, more and more piss escaped in larger bursts. The need for sexual release was intense right along with the need for emptying my bladder. I knew this type, full bladder masturbating would cause greater rushes of piss. So I put my favorite piss blanket underneath my bottom and began touching myself, inside my pants, stroking my wet lips, fingering deep and hard inside, piss escaping with every curled finger reaching inside my. It was so easy to cum, but so hard to resist releasing all of my piss underneath me. I began writhing around even harder, the post orgasmic pleasure and the desperation pleasure pulsing deep inside me. I began arching my back, curling up into a tight ball. Continuing to breath heavily and moan softly. I let one more small stream flow. Barely able to stop myself from pissing everywhere in my bed. I knew that when the next wave slammed me from the inside, it would be a long, hot gushing flood. One last tight, spine tingling spasm came over me, stinging the hell out of me so pleasurably. Then I quickly sat up, barely able to hold my piss, gravity working against me. I almost fully ran to the bathroom. I knew better than to even try to pull my already wet pissy pants down. My hands didn't even touch my waistband. I sat right down on the toilet, leggings pulled all the way up, and pissed through them. It felt so good that as I squeezed off the flow, which was way more difficult than it usually is, I debated on what was to come next. The sound of pissing through leggings into the toilet was a different kind of sound. I sat there, wet and drippy bottom, for a moment. Then stood up and felt my wet bottom, my wet crotch, my hot, velvety soft material clinging to me. Then I went back to the toilet, facing the wall, straddled it, my pissy pants pulled up, and sat there leaning forward and pissed the rest of it out. Afterwards I just stood there feeling the relaxing after affects, the piss dripping farther and farther down the material of my leggings, touching my wet self all over. Finally I change into dry leggings and go back to bed. I knew the potential for more piss to make an appearance, and I wanted to feel the new warm small dribbles. A few little leaks escaped as my body twitced a bit. Everything began to relax even more. I fell asleep, my damp blanket and my skin still smelling of piss.
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  10. That night ended with another sexual dream. There we were, alone in the classroom, Mr. Hardy wearing his too tight jeans, undone, and a tank top that showed off his incredibly sexy abs, and me wearing practically the same thing. Except that my tight tank top hugged my breasts just right. I was sitting on the floor crying, papers scattered out all around my feet, crumpled and damp. Mr. Hardy was standing there towering over me, with more papers, all marked across the top with my grade. "You get a D." And he let one flutter to the floor. "You get a D." He repeated, and dropped another down. "You get a D." "Please, Mr Hardy" I kept begging. I couldn't make myself say anything else. I just kept begging. Finally he sighs. "You're not understanding me. I guess I'll have to show you another way." Mr. Hardy bent down, took my hands and helped me up. "Here's your D. Now give me that oral report you owe me." Suddenly, the way dreams change so quickly, Mr. Hardy's jeans were pulled down, and I was looking down at his big, hard dick. I was no longer crying, no longer begging for something other than what he wanted to give me all along. I wanted that D. Sometimes in real life you don't know how to do something, but somehow, in a dream you can do it perfectly, as if you knew it all along. In real life I had never given a blow job, but there in the dream, I knew exactly what I was doing, and I did it well. I knew because it was Mr. Hardy who was begging "please," this time, groaning with pleasure. I knew it because in dreams you just know stuff like that. This went on for what seemed like a long time. His hands tangled up in my hair, guiding my rhythm, my arms wrapped around his legs, my hands gripping his ass. Mr. Hardy came just as the bell rang and the dream ended. I laid there in bed with my eyes closed, my heavy breathing from my dream followed me to the real world. I imagined every detail of that dream, hoping desperately for two things. One, that I won't forget how to give a blow job so good like I did in my dream, and two, that I the real life Mr. Hardy will make my dream come true. When my pounding heart steadied I climbed out of bed, and started my morning routine. It used to be just a quick shower, fix my hair, dress in jeans and whatever t shirt or hoodie was on top of the pile, and grab my books and go. It wasn't anymore. Every morning I wake up with my secret lover on my mind, butterflies in my stomach, and a smile on my face that's hard to hide and even harder to explain. This morning, imagining that Mr. Hardy was there watching, talking to him inside my imagination, I slowly pushed the blankets off. First uncovering my chest. The straps of my tank top had fallen off of my shoulders making it look like I had been sleeping without a top. I gave my shoulders a little shake, *you like what you see?* I pushed the blankets farther down. *Ah, dam,* he says sadly. My shirt was still on, clinging low enough to revealing just enough of my breasts to be a tease. I sat up, letting the blankets pool around my waist. I put a hand on one of my tits, feeling my hard nipple. *It's cold in here* I raised my eyebrows and gave a seductive smile. Still imagining he was there, I continued teasing. I grabbed the edge of my blankets and lifted them. I peeked underneath them. *Nope you can't see* I said to him, and dropped the balnkets again. I slid sideways and poked my bare feet out, stretching my long, sexy legs inch by inch. *Come here babe and have a little sample.* The imaginary Mr. Hardy was there on his knees in front of me, stroking my legs, my own hands traveling up and up my thighs, sliding the covers off of me. *You like my panties? They're your favorite color* I stood up and walked towards the bathroom, shaking my ass as I went. The imaginary Mr. Hardy reached out to my panties, as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down to reveal my sexy ass. They dropped to the floor. The imaginary Mr. Hardy was close behind me now as I put my hands on my stomach, under my shirt, traveling upwards, cupping my tits. *I love these* he said, and my top was lifted over my head and tossed away. I turned around, *come with me and you can touch my whole body* In the shower, wet and hot and naked, my hands explored every inch on my body, imagining that it was my secret lover there, stroking me, kissing me. I spent most of the time in the shower rubbing between my legs, pressing hard, grinding, fingering myself with one hand and fondling my breasts and pinching my nipples with the other. With my eyes closed, I could picture him, imagining slick suds on my hands washing his chest, his stomach, around to his tight little ass, the between his legs. My soft soapy hands making him hard. I took one deep breath, shaking away the fantasy, stopping myself before I came. I rinsed away the soap, the images, the imaginary Mr. Hardy. I wanted the real Mr. Hardy to be the next person to give me that pleasure. I was determined to make it happen, soon. I craved it like a drug. I remembered his smooth voice, standing there outside the coffee shop, telling me he wanted to go farther, that he wanted to be the one to take me all the way. Me telling him I couldn't wait. He had my stomach in knots, my head spinning. I was high with every touch, every moment of eye contact, all the kissing and groping in the dim corner of the coffee shop. He knew so well that it all left me craving so much more. "I need you, I want you," I would whisper. "Soon baby, I promise." and how he looked deeply into my eyes told me he meant it. But what he also meant to do was tease me so badly, just to make my stomach flutter and my cheeks blush. But then again I was doing the same thing to him. I began wearing tighter jeans, shirts that showed off my breasts, walking just a bit more seductive, giving him *come get me* looks. I was teasing him just as badly. We shared so many little moments, little sly looks, it was almost enough of a thrill just as it was. Almost. Soon the need for sexual release between Mr. Hardy and me would be too strong to resist. The coffee shop. Our secret hideout. That's where we finally took the next step closer. We had been there many times, Mr. Hardy with his hands up my shirt, down my pants, taking me so close to the edge. Me with my hand stroking him under the table until just before he comes, then teasing him again, kissing, many long talks of sexual fantasies. All so amazing, all so sensual. I wouldn't have changed a thing about us. Then it did change. Mr. Hardy stood up and took my hand in his. "Come with me." I laughed, thinking of what else that could mean besides just to follow him. He grinned, reading my mind. I followed. I would always follow him. "I love you so much." I said, with another small laugh, the way you do when your best friend does something so cute that you just want them to know how cute they are being. Then I blushed, stuttered, and looked down shyly. "I meant..." He stopped, turned to me, and looked deeply into my eyes, held my gaze for a few moments. Then he leaned even closer, his lips grazing my ear as he whispered, "You are in love with me, aren't you." I shivered, from the warmth of his breath, the closeness, the intimate moment. I also shivered because I was scared. I had been afraid to admit that, afraid it would break the spell, afraid it would chase him away. Sure there was plenty of lust, plenty of passion, but love? It caught me by surprise. My heart was pounding, my breath was speeding up. I blushed again and nodded, looking at the floor again. He put his hand under my chin and tilted my face so I was looking back into his eyes again. "Tell me. Say it." It came out as a whisper, "I love you." The kiss that he gave me, there in the shadows, me pinned against the wall in the far corner of the coffee shop, felt differently. There was more passion, more tongue, more need. Something did change when I admitted how I really felt. It was like one of the last thing layers between us fell away. When the kiss ended, he put his hand on my cheek, his thumb stroking it softly. "I love you too." He paused while I tried to catch my breath, to steady my weak, shaking knees. "Now come with me, and show me what happened in your dream." I still couldn't breathe, couldn't walk. I put my arm around his waist, and he held me close. I could only nod and let Mr. Hardy guide me to somewhere where we could be completely alone. My brain was officially more scrambled than it has ever been when he and I were intimate together. It was the best, most deepest feeling of lust, desire, and excitement he has ever given me. I was nervous, but it was some kind of amazing nervous that I've never felt before. Mr. Hardy let go of me, I pouted and poked out me bottom lip. "You're so adorable, baby. In here." He held open the door marked Employees Only, and put his hand on my ass and then squeezed as I stepped inside. He stepped in after me and brushed past me, touching my breast as he walked past. He sat on the edge of a desk and winked as he tilted his head. "Lock the door and come here." Of course, lock the door, I thought. Obviously. My hands were shaking. My fingers struggled with the doorknob lock as I tried to twist it the wrong way. The deadbolt rattled as I tried to slide it into place. It seemed like five minutes went by before we were safely locked in, completely alone. I closed my yes, turned around and leaned my back against the door. My body wanted to collapse to the floor. This was one of the biggest moments, everything was shaking, my mind was pulsing with that blankness that excited nervousness gives you. I took a deep breath. "It's real." I whispered and smiled a sly smile. "It's real" he repeated. That private joke put me back into focus. I opened my eyes. There he was, his pants open, his hard dick out. Ready and waiting for me. Another gasp escaped from me. Oh my god, I mouthed. He smiled as he read my lips. I moved toward him, slow enough so he wouldn't notice that I was still quivering. I put my hands on his knees and looked up at him. For a few moments my mind was racing and my thoughts were getting tangled. Until I took a deep breath and let myself fall deep into his eyes. Neither of us spoke. Mr. Hardy let go of my cheeks and took hold of my wrists, guided them slowly up his thighs. I began doing what I was for sure I knew how. I took his dick in one hand and began stroking, barely squeezing, just enough to keep it hard. My other hand traveled lower, foundling, running my fingers over the skin there, exploring for the first time. To him it was as if I was teasing him, but inside I was afraid I wouldn't know what to do after all. He knew. He knew because we'd spent so much intimate time together, knew because he was a psych professor, and knew because I had told him. Mr. Hardy placed his hands on the back of my head and gently guided my head down. As soon as my lips touched the tip some kind of instinct kicked in. I opened my mouth, grazing the head with my lips. He arched his back with with pleasure as my tongue and lips made their way up and down, licking, giving him soft little kisses down one side and up the other. I could sense an urgency building, a need that he wanted fulfilled. He curled his fingers, tugging on my hair, his hips thrust forward, speaking to me without words, 'more'. I nibbled my way back up. As soon as my mouth was open, he thrust his hips forward, both hands shoving at the back of my head. I tightened my lips and curled my tongue around his dick. For a split second I panicked, I forgot everything I thought I knew about giving head. In that same moment he jerked his hips forward, harder this time, and shoved it as far in as he could get it. My throat closed up, my teeth nearly clamped shut. I jerked my head backwards, and glanced up to see this huge smirk on his face. If my mouth wasn't full I would have called him an asshole for choking me on purpose. After that, he let me suck it, lick it up and down. I let go of my grip on his thighs and gripped the shaft of his dick while my lips and tongue caressed the head. Mr. Hardy already had a voice that I found sexy, but his little moans of pleasure were even hotter. It made me enjoy this even more, gave me a hunger deep inside. I wanted all of him inside my mouth, I needed it. So I let my hands drop. This time I was ready for it. This time I didn't choke on it. My throat was already aching, but I didn't care. Mr. Hardy's breathing got heavier. His fingers pulled my hair even harder. ''Swallow it all like a good girl." He said. And when he came into my mouth, it was like nothing I had ever imagined. It was intense, powerful. Strange. But a good kind of strange. Amazingly strange. Not a lot of words could describe how it feels to give a blow job for the first time.
  11. I am at home in my bed. I layed down to sleep wearing my grey, fleece lined sweatpants, with no panties in underneath. They had already been dampened earlier when I had sneezed, which released a small spurt of pee. I my 24 oz of water and fell asleep for awhile, but then woke up thirsty. The level of pee in my bladder was pretty much low enough that I didn't feel like I had to pee at all. There was my water bottle next to my bed, so I refilled it and drank it pretty quickly. Filling up my tank went so quickly that as I lay there I could literally feel it go from my stomach down through all the channels, and into my lower abdomen. There's a pretty good amount of pleasant pressure right now. It's making my pelvic muscles and the outer regions lower than that throb nicely. A noise had startled me a bit ago that caused my belly to jump. If the quick tightening tension had a taste it would have tasted like copper. I went from a 1 to a 4 in no time. Now it's just about a 6 because I am lying here relaxing and debating whether or not to let out a few little leaks. It feels so nice; the steady pulsating, me in my warm bed, feeling the soft fabric brushing against my skin. It makes me want to continue leading my body to an orgasm. Every once in a while there's this little electric tingling that makes me rethink the sexual arousal and think about the growing desperation. Either way, I want to put my hands between my legs. It's making my toes curl and making me squirm in bed. It's about a 7 now. I bet that if I get up to refill my water bottle, gravity will change that number to a higher one. I bet if I fell back asleep, all those nerves doing their job of keeping my dry as I dream will cause me to come in my sleep. I can't sleep, so I am going to go get my water. Just imagining wetting myself, my nice thick pants, my towel, and my bed, is all causing some really great little muscle spasms and urges to pee. I let out a tiny leak just for fun. I went to refill my water bottle. The gravity and the running water did it's thing and I'm now at an 8. I sat up and slowly drank half of my water as my legs slightly squeezed together and a few more dribbles escaped. The tightness is greater now. The throbbing a bit harder. I laid back down. Sometimes when I can't sleep at night, I rock back and forth without thinking about it. I started doing that just now and it's causing little waves in my bladder. It's making the twitches that call for release to increase. It feels so good inside; the holding, the fullness, the nerves inside going haywire. It's making my legs twitch and my belly tighten. I am getting the pee chills, my body quivering. It's making me breathe heavier and quicker. I'm now consciously squeezing my pelvec myscles tightly and pressing my thighs together. My hands are shaking a bit too. I want to make these little moans of pleasure. If I were standing up I would be doing that cute little pee pee dance. I am lying on my side, curled up in a ball and squirming. It's getting really desperate now. The erotic pleasure of foreplay before the climactic release is stronger now. Now I'm squirming in bed in all directions and making those little noises. I am about to leak some more. I am throbbing and pulsing and tingling even more now. It's a hard choice. I want to feel the sweet release. I want to prolong this perfect pleasure that I feel. I want to lead my body to orgasm. I am both desperation-aroused and sexually aroused. I sat up and slowing drank the rest of my water.i am at a ten. I'm in the edge of the bed, kicking my legs, squeezing my muscles. Breath fast, heart racing. Leaking a bit. I really desperate right now. Moaning more. Sitting on my heel to stop the pee from gushing. My other leg is bouncing. My crotch is even more wet now. It's seeping toward my bottom. The towel under me is getting wet. I am leaning back, half sitting up, against the pillows and headboard. Waves of tension pushing inside my body. My body wants to let off some of the pressure, it's the natural urge. I don't want to give in. If I peed now, I don't think I could stop it. My foot is tapping, my legs are squeezing together, my breathing is even quicker. I want to make even louder sounds. It's the middle of the night and I should be quiet. My toes are curling. I'm wriggling so much in bed. I'm squeezing so hard inside. I want to put my hand there and feel the pee seep between my fingers, I want to feel the wet patch become a soaking mess. I want to flood my bed so much that my back and shoulders get wet, my bottom gets wet, alll the way down past my thighs. I let a spurt out, my pants are officially wet. It wasn't enough to stop the desperate urgency. If I relax my muscles now I would never be able to stop peeing everywhere. Being here on the very edge losing control is so intense. Feels so amazing. It's an unbelievable euphoric natural high. Letting up just on the muscle squeezing, feeling that wonderful stinging, then tightening back up so sharply, makes the sensations even more exotic. Everything from my knees to my belly, my thighs, my chest, my back, my shoulders are all tense. Going to lose control any second now. I'm so desperate. If I don't run to the toilet now I'm going to pee my pants, soak my bed... I hurried to get to the toilet, hand clenched between my legs, pressing tightly against my wet crotch. At the last second I decided to give myself a few more seconds of torturous waiting. I quickly take off my socks with shaky hands. I step into the bathtub, and begin to pull my pants down. The urgency made me want to hurry to a squatting position, but in my desperation induced fumbling hands, I almost didn't get the timing right and I began to pee. The hissing stream just barely hitting the back of my waistband before I yanked them away from the flood. I listened to the hissing flow, the spattering as it hit the tub, the gurgling as it trickled away down the drain. I watched as it crept away between my be feet. I felt the hot liquid tickling against my feet and across my toes. I smelled the salty smell drifting off of my fresh piss and the pungent smell of the older piss that had seeped into my pants. The release felt delicious. My tummy relaxing. My whole body relaxing. Post desperation calm.... I pulled my pants up, feeling the now cooling pee against my crotch, and headed back to my bed. I laid on my back, pulled the waistband of my pants back down and lifted my shirt, exposing my belly. My skin now hot from the excitement. I run my palms and fingertips against my tummy. My now relaxed body releasing calming seratonin chemicals inside my brain, flooding my body. My grazing fingertips sending even more relaxation to my body. My breathing is slow, my heart is beating quietly and steadily. My eyes close. I'm calm and ready to sleep.
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