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  1. I have to apologise for this thread evaporating after only a few days. It's funny how my enjoyment of this sort of thing comes and goes sometimes, and I find it rather difficult to write about the topic if I'm not in the mood. After all it is a bit embarrassing to announce to the internet that you've had an accident isn't it? So I'm now writing this a week or so later, and some of the finer details of the rest of my week have begun to fade. But amongst all of the wettings and enjoying being padded, one highlight for me was Thursday morning. As with the other days that week, I didn't use the loo when I got out of bed, despite really needing a wee. I knew I had a few work calls to do, and so I opted to wear a Tena slip maxi nappy. They fit me really nicely, and always feel quiet secure but are fairly easy to hide at the same time. I wore knickers over the top, and with it being another very warm day I selected another summery dress, this time a fairly smart wrap style one. I was already dying for a wee by the time I started my first call, but strangely I somehow didn't think about it again until I reached the end of my third call, just over two hours later. As soon as the call finished and my attention shifted I realised that I was in fact absolutely desperate for the loo. About all that I could do at this stage was to quickly stand up to hopefully avoid any leaks (which I seem to be more prone to when sitting) as I didn't want to get my nice dress wet. I think I started leaking before I'd even stood up, but as soon as I stood just couldn't stop a huge flood which completely soaked my nappy. I remember bending forward a little to hold onto my desk as the the huge release of pressure blissfully continued. Whilst I was still weeing, there was suddenly something else. I messed a tiny bit, with no warning at all. It just sort of happened as I continued to wee. Then almost immediately the tiny bit became rather a large amount as I very quickly filled my nappy, unable to stop the sudden and unexpected messing accident. Although I've had more than my fair share of both wetting and messing "accidents" they almost exclusively feature being really desperate to go for quite a long time, and consciously not finding a toilet to use. So it felt really unusual to suddenly go from happily conducting a video call to completely soaking myself within a minute. The same could be said for really not expecting to do anything other than wee, and then suddenly filling my pants. It's embarrassing even writing this, but the embarrassment factor of the whole event really got to me, feeling that I really had gone from fine and not being aware of needing to go, to having completely wet and messed in just a minute or so.
  2. I absolutely prefer this as an adult too. I've never been into the AB aspect of diapers, and for whatever reason it just doesn't hold any appeal for me. I think there's far more naughtiness and embarrassment in wearing a diaper as a true adult, and in concealing that secret. I find the idea of someone noticing that I've had an accident (diapered or not) and teasing me or humiliating me for it very exciting (even if just as a fantasy). I guess there's a similar turn on from the embarrassment of someone potentially noticing that I'm padded.
  3. Last night was uneventful, but still very pleasant and cosy. I wet my nappy 2 or 3 times (probably plus a few more small leaks) over the course of the evening, making it really quite full, and eventually changed just before going to bed. I considered wearing protection to bed, but again opted for normal underwear for the sake of comfort when sleeping. When I woke this morning I changed into another Tena slip ultima nappy before going about my jobs for the morning. It was another warm day, so I opted just for knickers over the top, which kind of felt a little bit naughty when walking past windows in the house, but I'm sure that no-one could see me. I had 3 big wettings. The first was shortly after getting up, whilst I was loading up the washing machine. I like to think that I have good bladder control, and envisaged going about my morning for a while before having any accidents, but somehow that didn't happen, and the urge to wee just took over whilst I was bending down to put clothes in the machine. I know that some people find it difficult to hold on when they get close to their front door, or to a toilet. Perhaps I have the same thing when needing a wee and knowing that I'm wearing protection. My second wetting was a a couple of hours later, when I stood up from my desk after doing paper work for several hours. I was going to nip downstairs for some breakfast and a cup of tea, but ended up weeing pretty much as soon as I stood up. After grabbing breakfast I did an hour long call, which felt rather naughty with the combination of a smart top, but just a nappy and knickers on my bottom half. The growing need to poo, and the knowledge that I was probably going to end up messing very soon also heightened the naughty feeling. When the call eventually finished, I went to go and change into a fresh nappy. I intended that to be a Tena slip maxi for going out in, as I needed to run an errand. I should perhaps have said earlier in this thread that the ultima slips I have a one size larger than the maxi ones. So the maxis feel much more discreet by comparison, and have some hope of staying below my waistband (other than at the back) whereas the larger size are actually too big for me, and would probably stand out far more if I were to try to wear them out of the house. I actually didn't get very far after standing up before I completely wet myself again, causing my already wet nappy to leak a few drops at the back of each leg band. For some reason that felt rather embarrassing. I think it was because I was genuinely on my way to go and change, and really wasn't intending to wee again. I really needed to poo at this point, but that's not something that I really like to do deliberately. So with the combination of having just wet, and being keen for some discretion whilst running my errand I chose some Tena pants super and a fresh pair of knickers. I wore my go-to walking trousers over the top which are quite comfortable and I think do a decent job of hiding a padded bottom. Despite being increasingly desperate I managed to do what I needed to do without incident, and began heading home. On the way back, that desperation suddenly shot up. I was walking along a path along the edge of a sort of open playing field, and made the mistake of standing still to type a message on my phone. As soon as I stood still I felt things beginning to move, and that was it. I knew that I was going to poo my pants right there, and I had no more control in the matter. I felt it coming out and beginning to fill the seat of my pull-up, with nothing that I could do to help it. Thankfully there was no-one else nearby at this point, so I was able to take a minute to let it all happen. As is so often the case I did what was already a fair amount, and then managed to temporarily regain control for a few seconds, but was compelled to push to finish it off, and felt the bulge in the seat of my pants grow to really worrying proportions. It felt like there must have been a visually obvious lump for all the world to see. It's a strange feeling of panic and embarrassment knowing that you really need to stop pooing, but just not being able to help carrying on and finishing. I stood there for a few moments trying to regain my composure, and tied my jumper around my waist to cover my bum, although I'm sure that the "obvious" bulge was probably not at all obvious, other than in my own mind. I quickly continued my walk home, trying to stick to some quieter roads and paths. Back at home and feeling rather lazy after the hassle of cleaning up and showering, I changed into another pull-up for convenience (this time it was Abena M3 pants), fresh knickers and a summer dress before sitting down to work again. Shortly before my final work call of the day a rather exciting package arrived. Inspired by some recommendations on this forum I had decided to order some Northshore Megamax nappies, just to see how they compared with other types I've used. I didn't have time to open the package before my call, but after staying dry during the call I took off the unused pull-up and changed into a Megamax. I have to say that I think I might have bought a size too large, as they are enormous on me, but the Megamax is certainly an experience. I think I couldn't possibly wear one outside of the house, but it doesn't feel like there's much risk of leaks! I'm writing this having weed a little a couple of times and its hard to tell the difference, as it felt so bulky to start with! I now need to go and get the washing in from the drying line in the back garden. Let's hope that my dress is going to do a good job of hiding everything!
  4. I spent all evening last night relaxing and having drinks, and ended up really very soggy. I recall two really big wettings after getting desperate each time, but I'm sure that I must have wet several more times over the course of the evening. My diaper was really soaked and rather heavy and bulky by the end of the evening, but thankfully there were no leaks. I decided to give myself a break from padding, and wore normal knickers and some lose fitting pyjama shorts to bed. In the morning I was surprised to find that I didn't wake up needing to wee too badly. I enjoyed lazing in bed for a while before heading upstairs to do some work on my computer. Whilst I was working the need to use the loo was building up, and quite quickly I began thinking about how to deal with needing a wee. Earlier in the morning I'd come across @Tellnoone's weekly summer challenge thread, and this seemed like a good opportunity to pass round 1 (I suspect I might have trouble with subsequent rounds given I'll be back to having company in the house next week, but who knows?). I knew that I had an unopened pack of knickers in my wardrobe, which although perhaps unimaginative seemed like it would definitely tick the game of wetting something that I hadn't wet before. I selected a bright pink pair, and grabbed a pair of black leggings from the washing basket to make things slightly more exciting. Laundry was definitely on my to do list for today in any case. I hopped into the shower tray and enjoyed the building desperation for a few more minutes before letting go. It felt wonderfully relaxing but naughty at the same time as the hot wee ran down the insides of both of my legs and pooled at my feet. It seemed like the knickers and leggings combination didn't actually get too wet, as I found that the knickers were dry when I took them off, with the exception of a hand sized patch in the middle. The leggings were of course wet down both legs, but the seat and back stayed dry. After a brief shower I pulled on some Tena pants super, fresh knickers and my pyjama shorts again (as it was a warm day, and I wasn't planning on going anywhere). Returning to work (and laundry) I spent the rest of the afternoon doing jobs and feeling the need to go to the loo steadily becoming more insistent on both fronts. At some point I wet the Tena pants, and a couple of hours later wet them again whilst hanging out clothes to dry in the back garden. I was considering changing when the doorbell rang. My pyjama shorts weren't the best for hiding things, and I briefly considered not answering the door, but I was also expecting a delivery, so I decided to be brave and answer. It turned out to be just a charity collector, who was gracious enough to go away without an argument. I'm sure there was no way that they could have noticed anything, but I'm equally sure that I was also blushing. Now it's 8pm at night, and I've just changed into a Tena slip ultima for the evening again, with a booster pad too, ready for another cozy and relaxed evening in, much like last night. The need to poo is building up steadily, and I'm not yet sure what I'll do about that, but it is nice being fully protected with a glass of wine in hand.
  5. Challenge accepted and completed. I stepped into the shower tray in a new pair of pink knickers and a pair of leggings which were waiting for the washing machine, and which I don't think have been wet before.
  6. Following on from the above, I procrastinated further about getting changed and eventually found myself really desperate for a wee again. It seemed a bit pointless to change into something fresh when I knew I would be weeing very soon. But I didn't really have a plan for what else to do, which led to a bit of a spiral of putting the decision off. Eventually I really couldn't wait any longer, and this forced me into a quick decision to hop into the shower tray and just wee again in the pull-up pants I was already wearing. I thought that they were already at their limit, so I quickly removed the knickers I was wearing over them, and relaxed. Immediately I felt the warmth bloom across the whole lower half of the pull-up, climbing slowly further and further up my bottom as I continued to wet. I really expected the pants to leak almost immediately, but was pleasantly surprised that they mostly dealt with another wetting. Towards the end of my wee I developed a couple of small streams flowing all the way down my legs and pooling at each of my feet, but it wasn't nearly as much leaking as I expected. After a brief rinse off in the shower, I changed into a Tena slip maxi ready for my walk, with ordinary knickers and walking trousers over the top of them. As time was getting on a bit I ate some lunch before heading out. I planned to walk around a nearby nature reserve, which I know is usually very quiet. I do enjoy purely as a fantasy the idea of someone perhaps knowing or suspecting that I'm padded, or that I've had an accident, but I never want to force it upon any unsuspecting member of the public, so a lovely public but deserted nature reserve is ideal. It took around 25 minutes to slowly walk down some quiet back streets to the reserve, during which time my need to poo was ever increasing. At one point I stopped to sit down on a bench for 5 minutes to help retain control. After reaching the nature area I headed off down a deserted footpath through some woods. It has a been a been a very warm and sunny day today, meaning that the coolness of some dappled shade was very welcome, and the woods looked particularly beautiful. After a few hundred metres I reached a steeply descending set of steps, which snaked down through the woods towards a meadow at the bottom. As I began to go down the steps I could feel things very much beginning to move downwards, and with every step I began to feel like I was about to lose control. I was amazed to reach the bottom of the steps without incident, and began walking along another level footpath in the woods to reach a gate into the meadow. However my body had other ideas. Clearly the movement started by the steps really wasn't going to stop and I made it around 20 metres along the path before suddenly feeling an overwhelming urge which I couldn't do anything to stop. I tried to keep walking, but I couldn't, and the moment I stopped I began to poo. I stood frozen as I felt it coming out and balling up in a firm lump in the seat of my pants, with nothing I could do to stop it. Eventually I felt compelled to push and finish, adding to what felt like a very large accident. A few seconds later I realised I was also weeing, but it was only perhaps a cup full, and nothing that the nappy didn't cope with easily. I stood still for a few more seconds, getting over the shock and disbelief of filling my pants. No matter how many times it happens, I can't seem to get used to it in any way. Double checking that no-one was around, I also quickly reached back and felt the lump, trying to assess how visible it might be. As ever with these things it felt enormous, obvious and embarrassing. But I think the reality is that it was probably well hidden. I continued my walk, trying to calm down and enjoy the beautiful meadow full of wildflowers. I was thankful that I seemed to have the whole place to myself, with no-one else around, so I took my time and enjoyed the beautiful scenery and my naughty secret. In fact, my whole walk home stayed that way with the exception of briefly crossing a couple of busier roads. I did wee again at home before changing, as my nappy wasn't very wet despite being rather full at the back. After cleaning up I changed into some Always discreet pants. For anyone who doesn't know them, they are really quite lightweight pull-ups that almost disappear under a pair of knickers, but which don't hold much. I had various chores to do in my garden, which is somewhat overlooked, and I didn't want to risk my neighbours seeing anything. My gardening was uneventful, and I actually ended up taking the discreet pants off again unused. Now I'm back inside and have changed into a Tena slip ultima with a booster pad inside. Probably not the most attractive of looks, but I'm enjoying some wine this evening and it's lovely to curl up and feel completely secure, not having to worry about weeing (not that I have yet!).
  7. Hello Everyone. Although I've posted a few times, this is the first thread which I've created. It seems like a good occasion to do so, as I have the rare luxury of a week alone to myself without friends and family around. I like to keep my interests in omorashi to myself, so having the house to myself allows me to indulge in my interests without too much fear of being discovered. I want to make the most of my opportunity, so I've resolved not to use the toilet for the week, and to spend the week having "accidents" instead. Even typing that in a public post feels rather nerve wracking, but there's also a pang of excitement and naughtiness spurring me on. I thought it might be fun to keep a record of my week here. I am of course open to ideas, (and to chatting if anyone wants to) but I will say that I will mostly be using either diapers, pads or pull-ups as I don't want to make a mess or to have anyone notice my activities. I'm now nearly 24 hours into my avoidance of toilets, so this first post is something of a recap. I was visiting friends for the day yesterday. I used the loo when I arrived at around 11am and drank 3 or 4 cups of tea and a glass of lemonade whilst chatting with them over the course of the afternoon. I did need to use the loo before leaving at around 6pm, but decided to hold on for my drive home so that I could change and begin my experiment. I needed to stop for petrol at a services about halfway through my 2 hour drive home, and felt quite desperate whilst standing at the pumps and filling the car. I did consider using the loo when I paid, but decided that I could continue my hold until I made it home. Once back, I ran inside and unpacked my supplies of padding, fixed myself a drink and relaxed in front of the TV. I don't know why this happens, but for some reason I kept putting off getting changed. I know that I enjoy being padded and I was by now really feeling on the verge of an accident. But for some reason I often delay or distract myself from getting changed. Surprisingly I managed to continue to hold for another couple of hours, before getting up to fetch another drink. At this point I suddenly knew that I was about to burst, and quickly grabbed a Tena slip ultima, changing into it at top speed (standing with my back against the wall) before quickly pulling my my knickers and jeans again over the top. The jeans wouldn't button, but that quickly became a minor detail as the dam burst and I completely soaked myself, not even having moved from where I stood to get changed. Feeling relieved and wonderfully warm, I got my drink and returned to browsing on my computer. I spent the next hour or so weeing quite frequently, before realising that the crotch and seat of my jeans were getting damp. As it was getting late and I was tired I changed out of the now very heavy nappy and into a pair of Abena M3 pants, with a fresh pair of knickers over the top to keep everything in place. I wasn't really intending to wet again before bed, but I recall suddenly feeling the need to wee and leaking just before getting into bed. Strangely for needing to wee so badly though it was only a tiny bit, so I simply went to bed. I woke up needing to wee quite badly this morning, as often seems to be the case for me. I was intending just to go about my day until that need turned into another accident, thinking that would probably be whilst making breakfast. I practice I got as far as walking to the bathroom and starting to clean my teeth before I just couldn't help but wee. The pull-up pants did a good job of absorbing everything and my knickers stayed dry. I'm now writing this still sat in the same wet pull-up, with breakfast made. It's a lovely day outside and I would like to go out for a walk, so I'm just busy trying to convince myself that a Tena slip maxi won't show beneath my walking outfit. I will confess that I'm beginning to need a wee again, and more embarrassingly I also definitely need to poo. So I guess I will need to select somewhere nice a quiet for my walk. Wish me luck!
  8. I enjoy messing of all types, but I definitely have a preference for firm. There's something about how a firm lump feels in snug fitting knickers or a nappy, being held up against me and pushing my bottom cheeks apart, reminding me of what I've done. There's also the embarrassment factor of having a visible bulge in the seat of my pants. I also find the loss of control a much more intense feeling as it slowly moves out by itself. Then there's usually a point where the urge to push a bit to finish just becomes overwhelming. It feels particularly naughty to have to actually try to finish filling your pants after starting as an accident.
  9. Thanks for the interesting story, and hello from someone who also used to rent in Summertown (along with various other parts of the city). I was fortunate enough not to ever have the issue of a broken toilet whilst renting, but certainly know the challenges of trying to discreetly enjoy omo activities when living in a shared house.
  10. As others have already mentioned both sitting down for a long time followed by standing up, and washing dishes seem to have quite an effect on me (although with dishes that's only in terms of wetting). I often deliberately go out for long walks when needing the loo, and it seems that I can usually hold on quite well as long as I'm able to keep walking even when I'm desperate. But standing still for any reason can suddenly cause the desperation to spiral up. So things like trying to read an information board or sending a message on my phone can very quickly result in an accident or either type. I'm sure it must be psychological but I also find that being occupied with something like work, games or a phone call can take my mind off how much I need to go. Then, much like with standing up after sitting, when that distraction ends there's suddenly nothing to focus on except just how much I really need the loo. That can also very quickly lead to losing control.
  11. I definitely get this quite frequently, and I understand that it feels very specific and completely realistic. It's a feeling of much more than just general warmth, much more like a trickle going down the inside of one leg. I've also had to feel all down the inside of my legs and even take my trousers down to look to convince myself that I haven't leaked.
  12. Thanks for this wonderful idea. I've been following your other thread with interest, particularly as I have the rare occasion of a week with the house to myself coming up in a few days time. Having a starter list of ideas is great 🙂
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