Breloom

I haven't been posting a lot lately because my workload right now is just unreal, but I wanted to share this here quickly. I decided to use one of my rare free mornings to take a stroll on one of the nature trails in my area. It's a frequent pastime of mine. Very tranquil, very nice. I put on some warm clothes to go for a walk in, and I decided to put on a diaper under my sweatpants. I just peed, but you never know. I was secretly kind of hoping for a chance to use it, too. The walk down was uneventful, but about a quarter of the way through the trail I realized that I had to

We don't live together.

Chapter Two Sun streaming through the window woke Erika. She instinctively felt her diaper, which was a bit damp. She looked across the room and noticed a whole array of bags there, which puzzled her drowsy mind for a bit before she remembered what day it was. They were making the eight hour drive to Pinnacle. There was one more week before classes, but Erika had wanted some time to settle in at the dorms, which were opening that afternoon. She got out of bed, changed out of her wet diaper, and went downstairs. Mrs. Winters heard footsteps and looked over to see Erika, clad in a paja

Like many others, it depends on my surroundings. If I'm reasonably isolated with cover, I have no problems with popping a squat. In a situation like the picture in a heavily populated area, heck no.

For a while I've been curious about spending a whole weekend rewetting the same clothes. I've done some small rewettings, but nothing anywhere near even one day. This past weekend, I had a free schedule and, with the encouragement of a few posters on here, I finally tried it out. Friday night was when I took care of everything for the weekend proper. I did my weekend errands early and then went to purchase some things. I bought a pack of disposable bed pads at a nearby Walgreens. I also bought some clothes for the rewetting, namely a pair of white leggings and a pair of white seamless pan

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Chapter One For as long as she could remember, Erika Winters had worn diapers. It started with a birth defect- even when she had reached potty training age, she had been unable to control her bladder and bowel movements most of the time. Her parents had been cautiously optimistic, and for a while it looked like Erika might achieve some level of continence. But when she was five, she'd been in an accident. A public bus they were riding in had been rammed by a drunken pickup driver directly in the place where their family sat. And Erika was in the window seat. Between mental trauma (both fr

Lol yeah... I did enjoy the experience, though. The second one. I didn't think I needed to go that badly, didn't feel an increase in urgency between my first urge and the messing, and since I didn't think I had to go so bad I wasn't worrying about not making it to a toilet or a spot to privately poop myself and change. My plan at the time was to mess in the parking lot after I checked out, but that obviously didn't happen.

Another excellent chapter! Absolutely loved it. A very well written scene.

So many great pics here! I think my favorites are any where you're wetting leggings, short shorts, or panties. I also like the pictures where the top of your butt is visible above the waist of your pants/panties, and the one of you naked on your belly is nice as well. And you can never have too much bedwetting!

I do plan on posting about it! I'm pretty excited. It'll be a new experience for sure.

Somewhat. I rarely ever wet the bed if I sleep naked or in pajamas/underwear, but if I wear a diaper to bed I'll wake up wet nine times out of ten. I've kind of trained myself to wet the bed only if I have a diaper on.

Tomorrow and the day after I plan on doing a weekend of rewetting the same clothes over and over. As far as past experiences go, if I have no pressing engagements I'll sometimes spend a few hours in wet panties.

This is the story of the first time I ever saw somebody wet themselves. It was in my sophomore year of high school, around late January. Previously my experience with this fetish extended to personal fantasies about what was at the time of my sexual awakening the most taboo thing I could think of, but this experience was secretly a huge turn on for me as I realized how hot it actually was to see someone desperate and/or wetting. So, where was I? Ah. Sophomore year, late January. Right. It was fairly late in the evening (maybe sixish), dark out, all that. I had just gotten out of dance cla