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HentaiKami

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  1. When I was at a festival with 210K people there, I definitely glanced around and looked for signs... I mean, as you put it yourself, statistics would surely dictate that at least a few other than me would be wearing... That said, I never saw anyone-
  2. Thing <<<<< Thing in Japan. Heh~
  3. I've heard sugar-free gummies cause diarrhoea, though I couldn't attest to having tried it. Dandelion tea is apparently popular as a diuretic.
  4. Indeed! Luck certainly was not with me, but at least some experiences have been harvested- and lessons learned. 😄 Thanks a lot! ^^
  5. Hey, hey! So, as the title implies, I was curious, have you ever been around friends (or otherwise), who have informed you that your diaper was showing in some way? Or in other ways have it mentioned? (Regardless of if they knew or not.) My experiences with this: I have told a handful of people, probably around three who I am around IRL that also know I wear- two of which are very recent as explained in this wonderful experience. Asked about my diaper + told it was showing: (TLDR below wall of text.) In the past, I used to hang out a lot with the first friend I actually told about my diapers. Man, we used to party like there was no tomorrow - sometimes on our own, other times with one or two other friends. I recall one of the first times I partied with him- must have been like 15-16 at the time, meaning that one had to drink heavily to prove a point. (Lol, that's what it's like here, though obviously a dumb thing to do.) As many of you will know, alcohol is a diuretic, and I was not that used to it at that point. This resulted in constantly having to pee. Then, I wore pull-ups since they were all I could get my hands on easily (Tena pants), so capacity was not up for much. For this reason, I stuck to the bathrooms we walked by, but was quite visibly desperate. Eventually, as we sat at this neat place nobody was at (,we were in the middle of nowhere,) I excused myself and tried to go behind like a shed- though I despise peeing outside (ironic, I know, but I specifically mean without a diaper-) I did. Like 20 seconds in, my pants (and very visible pull-up) pulled rather far down, my friend (the one who knows) walked up behind me, probably not thinking I was there (because he was answering a call, and distracted). He excused himself and went back. He apologized for walking in on me, to which I said "no big deal" - which granted, it wasn't. He then asked if it was "difficult to take on and off" - probably thinking it wasn't a pull-up. (It was pretty dark, so if he just looked for a second, he definitely only saw the distinct white padding.) I was definitely not as confident as I am now, but I basically just said "nah, these are the kind you can just pull down and up as needed," and it pretty much ended there. On other occasions, he has given me a heads-up if he noticed the waistband, discretely. Like "Hey uh, your underwear is showing," or "You might want to pull your shirt down a little." I always appreciated it, as you guys can probably imagine one is much less careful when hammered. TL;DR: Was out drinking with a friend (one who knows I wear,) who accidentally saw my pull-up, and later asked if it was difficult to take on and off if I did need to use the bathroom. I explained it was a pullup. On several occasions, he has noted that my waistband was showing, also on occasions when I got to wear "real" diapers. (No offence to the pullup people.) I don't really have any more neat stories to share like these, but lots of embarrassing stuff - which you'll just have to navigate my profile for. Haha. What's your story? Pee-ace out!
  6. I have returned, with plenty of stories to share! I will try to split it up in order to make it easier to navigate. I hope you enjoy the read. (More than I enjoyed the festival. Lol, more on that shortly.) Allow me to preface this with a disclaimer: I took notes once in a while, during the festival, so it's almost like a diary - in case anyone finds the formatting or switching between past- and present tense, weird. Lol Strap in for a looooong read. 12/07: The journey begins! Woke up super early at 4:30, downed some energy drinks and water, padded up in a megamax and got to driving. There were a few stops along the way, but since it was so hot I didn't actually need to go at all-- damn excessive sweating. When we arrived, our bags were checked, of course. And I had a full pack of megamaxes in there, soooo.... well, the staff dude seemed unfazed and professional, so no trouble there. (Granted, that would be a common trend throughout, so props there.) At one point, I went to use the bathrooms and as one of my mates got there, I immediately regretted it. It's extremely small stalls in rows, less than one square meter... I entered a couple of stalls down and was VERY careful when taking the diaper off/on. I played it cool so I wasn't asked. If you're wondering why I didn't just use the diaper, I had to check out the facilities anyway, and I was super dehydrated, and didn't want to smell like piss. 01:30: 13/07: At this point, I was pretty damn drunk. One mate crashed already, so the other mate and I just hung out and chilled until about this point. Let me tell you guys something: crinkling is really obvious in a tent... lol, but it gets worse. Well, at least I got to use the diaper a bit before sleeping. I woke up at 04:30 on the 13th, music blasting from every direction, and I was FREEZING. I tried covering up in so many ways, but it seemed pretty hopeless. To make matters worse, since I don't have a cover, I realised quickly that my diaper was very damn visible the way I was laying, since I move a lot in my sleep... and the tent was open (with a messed up zipper,) so I know someone must've been up, probably seeing.... At this point, I laid in bed for a bit before deciding to get up and change. Remember those small stalls I told you about? yeah.... not very suitable for changing. It was VERY obvious what I was doing in there. I decided to worry less, since there were a lot of people, I just had to be careful about throwing the diaper in the trash. (Bagged, of course.) I actually tried asking to use a porta-potty bathroom instead by asking staff cause there was one in the bathroom area, though it said on a sign you had to ask. When I was asked why I didn't just use the stalls, I simply said I wanted a little more privacy to "change", implying I meant clothes. They advised against it because it wasn't cleaned, so I chose to go for the stall anyway, but yeahhhh. (I would later find out there were more of those in better positions.) A huge letdown is that on day 1.5 - 2-ish, I could barely walk, due to two massive blisters on each foot that popped, thanks to my new shoes, right under the toes as well, so you know that shit hurts... I ended up becoming a regular at the first aid tent to have bandages changed since avoiding infection is pretty important. (Not trying to lose my feet over a festival. Lmao) So after a very long walk in town where my group and I restocked on supplies, we had our bags checked upon return. This crew dude was thorough but professional, as soon as he opened the compartment of my bag and saw the diapers, he quickly closed it and moved on. That was pretty embarrassing, but despite the immense pain I was in, I managed to enjoy the process a bit. Heh- guilty pleasure. Afhernoon+ Evening: So in my initial post about going to the festival, I was concerned whether the friend I told about 'my bladder issue understood that I wore diapers. Pretty sure he got it, if not before- certainly now. I brought a bag to a porta potty to change, y'know, business as usual. Well- I fucking forgot a diaper. There was just a booster pad in there. (I wasn't even drunk, just dumb.) So I had the choice to walk back, meaning extra steps with my injured feet- or (what I did, which is) text my friend and ask for a favour. I asked if he, without alerting our other mate, could " bring me something from my bag, I think you know what it is-" He did. Didn't mention it later, didn't make any jokes or funny remarks- what a homie. Even if my night ended early as I walked back from the actual festival area early and passed out- I'll remember that for a while. Gotta say, perhaps I'm overthinking it because I find it embarrassing, but he just walked to the bathroom assumingly with a diaper in hand- so that's rather impressive. How many of us in here just do that? (Well, I actually did on one occasion here, but had it wrapped in a bag and was straight up too wasted to think it through.) I decided at this point since I knew with 100%, absolute certainty, that one friend knew, to ask if he could give me a heads up if he 'noticed anything' - which he would. Dunno if it was the alcohol talking, but he was very understanding. (Magical potion, innit? Lol) I may be injured and have missed an artist I really wanted to hear, but if nothing else the trip itself and interactions with people have been very much worth so far. Last day before going home: Today was pretty chill in the beginning but turned very--- very much less chill. For me, the festival was unfortunately over, as I could not walk to the festival area from camping... It was so fucking hot, 32°C+... and we had to go back to town for supplies, though I knew I should not walk... well, shit turned sour real quick when the bussen stopped driving and took us wrong places, and the staff was very unhelpful, sadly. (Language barrier didn't help.) A 1.5km walk from the closest we could get took very long. To make it worse, I started feeling the after-effects of days of drinking, and almost had a messy accident... (This would become a recurring issue.) Barely made it, which is good, cause I did not want to find out how difficult changing out if a messy diaper in such a small place would be. At this point, I am pretty sure both of my mates are pretty damn aware that I wear diapers, though the words have not explicitly been stated It could be out of pity or courtesy that they did not say anything about it, but either way, it's pretty nice to not have to be extra careful. (Not that I would go out of my way to flaunt it for the kicks, just for the record.) For instance, since it was so damn hot, Sleeping with clothes on was just a no-go, so I just wore my diaper with a pair of underwear over. (As you may imagine, covering up a Megamax with pretty tight-fitting underwear was not efficient.) Here at night, the others are going to enjoy the stages while I lay in the tent.... but overall, I guess I have gotten a few things out of this experience. Finally; last night and morning of travelling day: The night was uneventful as I just chilled till my mates returned at about 4 AM or so, well, I slept a bit on and off, enjoying that there was rain. Some alone time wasn't bad, though a bit of a shame i missed the last artists. Got to see some fireworks from the tent, though. Was glad to save a few trips to the bathroom, since less walking is better. I woke up when they were entering the tent. I was super dead, so I hadn't even noticed at first but the way I was laying my diaper was fully visible- oof. But it took my mates exactly 3 seconds to pass out anyway, so it isss what it isss. When I woke up a few hours later, I was nearly messing myself- To explain how badly I had to rush, let me out it like this: Getting my shoes on with the injury takes 5 minutes +, I did it in 20 seconds and went 2x speed to get to a bathroom. I made it with one millisecond to spare, so that was intense. At this point, they had stopped asking why I brought my bag to the bathroom/ where I was, so yee. (I'm sure others in here have faced those sorts of questions before, and the usual excuse is just that you don't want stuff stolen- but that definitely wouldn't work in this instance.) After that, I changed and headed back, we packed up and headed to the car. I actually got a really intense urge to pee and let go a bit before we got in the car- big mistake, as ai will soon explain... this time, I rode shotgun because of the injury, so at least I didn't have to focus on driving- and boy was that gonna be important. Like 25 minutes into the drive, I had to pee really badly, like an 8/10 out of nowhere. I didn't say anything, of course, but was pleased when the friend driving suggested we stop at a fast food place. We found a burgerking but arrived 15 minutes before opening... Or so we thoughts... They were the most intense 15 minutes ever... I leaked several times almost involuntarily, I am certain I looked pretty desperate as well, though I of course tried to play it all cool. Well, we walked around the building to get to the entrance, and... it was closed for another hour, thanks Google.... so at that point, I tried to reposition and let a few more spurts out to ease the pressure... but as most of you will know, that is not how that works... We spent a solid 10 minutes driving around to find a Maccies. This time we made it inside and ordered food, whereafter I went straight to the bathroom. To say I made it would be lying, given how much I had to use my diaper as a crutch... I think it's just because I drank too much in small intervals and caused rapid desperation that way, but it was unintentional and unexpected. Embarrassing as well, but I guess that part doesn't matter, fortunately. Heh. I'm not sure what's up with my bladder at this time but I keep having to let out small spurts, perhaps after the effects of days of mass alcohol consumption- not that I mind terribly, but it will likely take days for my bowels to chill. In the end, we made it back to the country, and there was a lot of driving involved since I took the wheel halfway through. Conclusion and final thoughts: It was truly an experience. I mean, did I have as much fun as I had hoped? Nope. ER would not take me in, and at the time of writing this, I have been to my doctor, which fortunately said my wounds aren't infected- but definitely deep. The highlights of the festival were definitely the times I was able to be at the stages, but also very much getting to know guys I can definitely call friends at this point- having fun, drinking, some card games between the hangovers even. I gotta say, there's something really liberating about being around people who knows you wear diapers, and not having to worry about whether or not the waistband peeks a bit, or whether you leave your bag open, etc. As a festival experience, I'd not rate it that high- but as a padded- bonding and trying-something-new experience, I'd absolutely say it has been worth it. Thank you for reading! I hope someone out there enjoys. ^^
  7. Amen to that. Blue-ball moments like that piss me off. (Hah.)
  8. I am certain it will be a very fun time! Honestly, I've been stressing needlessly about everything, but it'll be a good experience for sure, if for nothing else - just to get out of my comfort zone. As can be seen in the first post I linked, I kind of did - well, really vaguely. At this point, I haven't approached it further, and given there are less than 24 hours, I don't know if I will elaborate. As scummy as it may be, (apologies to any actual incontinent folks,) I just planned to say I was incontinent if asked. 5 booster pads = 4 nights + the for the drive home. Two diapers might be a little optimistic, but I brought one extra to wear from I wake up tomorrow, which should last a good bit. I've done some testing, and megamaxes certainly do hold up pretty well. Looking forward to avoiding toilets there. Lol I honestly have been unable to figure out much about the changing opportunities there, I'll just have to take the absolute huge L if there are only bad options. Might just have to deal with some embarrassing situations. If it becomes necessary and I want my incontinence story to stick, I should realistically be used to inconvenient and embarrassing situations - I'm sure drunk-me will figure something out. Lol I like planning ahead, but trust me, it has been impossible due to the vague/limited information the festival has supplied. (Odd for such a huge festival.) We rented a tent with rooms. Since we're currently going 3, and there are two sleeping compartments, I paid the difference for the last person who opted out of the festival to get a room to myself, so there's that. (But definitely not gonna change in the tent. And actually, we might get a 4th person last minute anyway, but that's a whole other story.) Challenges? Possibly. Embarrassment? Quite certainly. But I'll try to remain discrete so as to not involve others unwillingly, and just focus on enjoying the trip.
  9. It is time, refined ladies and gentlemen! In about 34 hours, I take on an entirely new experience- and challenge for me, an exciting one at that: The Airbeat One Music festival! Given that I have asked you guys for help talking to my festival mates and (without luck) checked if any of you are going, I'd say it's only fair you guys get to "come along" and (hopefully) enjoy this experience with me! I will be posting updates in this post! Perhaps periodically, perhaps after the festival- but certainly, a story or two will be shared! First step was packing! My bags are packed, I'm ready to go~ or well, I guess that depends on how you look at it- pun intended. 'Bringing along 11 Northshore megamaxes and 5 booster pads, and I'll be wearing a megamax with a booster when the trip begins. This way I can wear boosted protection at night + the 350km drive to and from the festival. Another challenge I encountered so far is the fact that I still have not managed to really be open about this with my travel mates, though the spirit for the trip is on top, and we're only going 3 instead of 4 now, so perhaps I'll find a last-minute clutch. I expect a lot of challenges... Now, if anyone has last-minute advice, or is going to the festival and wants to get in touch, feel free to share! 🙂 Looking forward to sharing the experiences with you all. Pee-ace out!
  10. Well, you can't be new, that's for sure. Your account says "dehydrated member" - but the wetness of your diaper says you were a little too hydrated. 😉
  11. Figured I'd bump this post since it's in a week, any takers? Heh.
  12. Oh boy do I have a story or two about this topic, haha- I recently made a post about a very interesting incident. I'd say it's always fun to get really desperate and just get into the mindset of letting go whenever since alcohol is such a diuretic. Make sure to keep us posted on any interesting happenings on your trip! 😉
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