SuperKaylee

For me I like the growing desperation and urgency as I near my limits 😅 it's just that uncomfortable feeling and sheer NEED to go... And boom, it all comes crashing down as you finally go over 100% and start leaking. Despite all your efforts you can't seem to shut off the valve as it starts spreading across your crotch and down your legs. How are you meant to hide such a disaster? Panic and humiliation sets in and it makes for a great time 🫠 even unseen I get that rush and the 'oh my god what have I done' Big leaks get a better rush of emotions from me 😅 (Goes without saying, but naturally don't purposefully expose others not involved to this stuff.)

It can be tricky to enjoy things with limited funds. I'm a full time student but I did have a bit saved up from working before I came to university, but even that has dwindled To answer your question, I suppose it strongly varies on what you like doing exactly. There are a lot of kinks and 'fun' to be had. Is it a thing that is frequent, uncommon, rare or maybe all the time for you? Depending on what you enjoy, it might be a bit more practical to get padding that's smaller or not as bulky so as to still enjoy the feelings, but that's without knowing specifics so sorry in advance. Certainly will advise keeping eyes out for offers or samples if able. If funds are the major concern, perhaps you can treat yourself to the 'better nappies' as a rare treat to still get the dopamine blast? Could it be feasible to look into other brands you've not tried to see if the costs are still good for enjoying it? Hope this is lucid. It's 2am and I am not 100% right now 😅 with love ♥️

I didn't see this original post but my curiousity was poked when I read into it. As someone with a notoriously bad bladder throughout the years I've found it fascinating when I read on people wanting to mimic things As much as I am curious, however, I'm glad you've cancelled it if it's negatively impacting your health. Altering our systems is tricky work and nothing to be taken lightly , more so it's important that you put yourself first Rest well and I hope for the best ♥️

My friends I am closest with I've let them know. They've been my anchors and I'll love them unconditionally. I can't say it ever surprises them anymore when something happens, but I'd say it's a good 90% support and love, 10% gentle teasing. I think it's healthy for friendships that you're able to talk about things usually taboo 😅😊

No matter the brand the diapers have leg guards to help with such a thing. You'd have to not tape it securely, have the wrong size or cause some serious damage for it to leak 😅🫠 as a result everything just stays at the back Due to their designs they're better at helping with odours, but that doesn't mean it completely removes it 😅

My bladder still troubles me a lot even without the added stomach things 😅 Thank you 🫠 It varies slightly based on the diaper but generally when the failure happens it stays a lot more, uh, stuck to the body? 😅🙈 I think it's because of how the tapes fasten it to you so securely. Helps with the warm sensations. Normal underwear doesn't have this so they sag down a lot more. Obviously how obvious the accident is can change too... Pads might very well keep it hidden, but you're then having to wear a bulky diaper in the first place, where as if you're in underwear, it'll be more obvious visually when it happens compared to being fine 😅

As a member of the 'lactose hates me' group I'll have to side against milk being awesome... Sorry, not sorry. It might taste nice but it's not worth the risk, and substitutes just aren't the same 😅🫠

It can be hard to find the motivation for something if you feel you're losing your drive with it. We're all drawn into this stuff for many reasons and of course just because you might like watching or reading up on it doesn't necessarily mean you have to practice it yourself. Would it help to start from the beginning and scale upwards? Perhaps while retracing your steps you might find that big something which is what makes it so fun for you? For myself, I've realised incorporating other themes or kinks has drastically helped me enjoy this... granted I'm still quite the newbie to the community. Please keep us updated on your journey 🙂

It has been quite some time since I have made a post. Between my exams a few months back, navigating some life events and then moving home for the summer holidays I had found myself a bit too preoccupied to share in stories and the likes. For those curious, I have indeed passed my first year with flying colours and now post-home visiting complete I am back on my campus grounds a month early for a volunteering scheme. Naturally while I was at home I tried my best to be well behaved and taking no breaks, yet still found myself being caught red handed with drenched jeans. Unsurprisingly a mother having her daughter in similar situations for a decade already meant she was not surprised, only a bit of embarrassment on my front. While I was at home, however, I decided to avoid the use or wearing of my pads for comfort. I am well informed people can and do use them for comfort, peace of mind and the practical sides, but coming out to my parents that I wear them was not something I was prepared to do. Anyhow! Rambling aside I shall give a suitable warning that, as the title implies and the tag, this is going to feature some heavy themes not all of you will enjoy. I will apologise for how disgusting I am in advanced and wish you the best 😰 Moving onwards though - I left my loving home once again to be back at my home away from home. The other girls who normally lived with me are still scheduled to stay in the same place this coming year of studies, but as of this writing I am home alone, perhaps a bit too eager compared to everybody else. Of course, something that was not immediately obvious to me was how I could enjoy this change of circumstances in more ways than one. It's been little over a week and with the exception of two members of library staff, a university admin member of staff and three security guards who patrol the grounds at varying times, I've not seen anyone. I think I might be the only active student on campus? Being back here I wasted no time in ripping out the adult nappies. Although it's still a topic that sometimes gets my cheeks rosy it is pointless denying that I enjoy them for their comforts... and sometimes a bit more 🫠 Being brutally honest I had anticipated this and arranged more options, ordering in some things online. I severely hope my bedroom doesn't get audited as I'd have no explanation for the now six different brands of varying colours and thickness I now own stashed in my cupboard. When I had started my volunteering I resorted to wearing my thinnest ones that I owned. Happy enough with how discrete they were I was able to slowly dip my toes into the thrills of such things without causing problems. I waited until the evening of the third day before daring to use them. The rush of emotions that came back to me as I stood in my kitchen and felt my underwear heat up as my bladder emptied was a guilty experience I enjoyed. I'd always thought about doing something scandalous like this beyond the confines of my room or on my nature trail path I explore yet it was always too risky. It'd be unfair to potentially expose any of the other house girls to me being such a deviant, not that I'd have any excuse either. It simply wouldn't be fair to me to make excuses even if I do have a bit of a faulty body Admittedly staying in soaked padding for longer than I normally would, I chose to finish off my tea of my medium spiced curry and I eventually sorted myself out with a long soak and change by simply basking in the whole experience as if unlocking some core memory in a video game where the character is an amnesiac. It felt so wrong to purposefully let go where I'm not meant to, but it felt so good... Linked in to my guilty feelings - When I had ordered my newest padding at the start of the week I had also ordered something else. A sugar free gummy worm. Originally I toyed with the idea of ordering this obscenely large one that I think weighed over a kilogram? As much as I like my sweets, I was not confident I could handle such a thing so I opted to downgrade myself. Two packs of the smaller ones would suit someone of my proportions. The day after my kitchen soaking I popped by the main reception which is where any packages coming for students sit in a huge warehouse. Here I learned there were a few other students, mostly international ones, hiding in the various campus holdings. A quick chat with the uni admin and I had my newest package. I hurried back to the house and equipped myself for the day before indulging in a sizeable amount of these worms. Taste wise they were a bit on the blander side? I was expecting something like the famous Haribo, but it just lacked the fruity flavour or zest of it all. In around fifteen minutes I had scoffed the first packet and set the second on aside. Briefly heading to my room I grabbed my newest pink 'Super Dotty' and after having a verticle tug of war with some jeans convinced myself that it was fine. Certainly I felt comfortable enough, it was like shoving a bedroom pillow into my pants. A quick check in my bathroom mirror had me blush as my backside had suitable expanded... Yay 😅 Long sleeved top and a long cardigan on I slipped on my shoes and after a few seconds of waddling to get used to the extra bulk and sensation settled into a normal walking stance. I went back into the kitchen to tidy up after my breakfast and sweet binge. Of course, I knew what I was setting myself up for in the near future, but I just didn't comprehend how bad this experience would be. For the next hour I kind of idled around the house with some video watching and browsing on my computer before I finally left. The sun was out and it was toasty warm but there was enough of a breeze in the air for me to not be sweating buckets with what I was wearing. I spent roughly the next half an hour making my way to the shops simply enjoying the leisurely stroll. By this point my bladder was starting to voice complaints but I hesitantly shut it down. Supplies bought ready for the next day or two, the same journey was made back. Confidence was at a high and I was reassured about how stealthy things might be between the length that my cardigan had covering my back and the little public presence. Any crinkling was faint and as many comments have always said, only those who are familiar will probably ever notice. A little over the two hour mark and I had some mild grumbling. It didn't register with me that this was the start of things to come. It was that little on the chart for attention that I put away my shopping without a care in the world. This was followed by a call home to my parents telling them about how my first week of volunteering had gone (minus any details on these diapers 🫠). Thankfully it was not a video chat as my bladder pangs had worsened to persistent squirming and losing the ability to stand still. By now it had reached just over the three hour mark and I felt completely normal. I decided to head back into the kitchen to check on the packaging which held a suitable warning about over-indulging, and then laughed at some online reviews of these things before shrugging and deciding to go out on my walk. Mimicking 'nostalgia' from Inside Out 2 I visited my favourite forest trail path as if it had been many years, when in fact it was barely over a month and went to the waterfall I frequent, which added another forty or so minutes onto my clock. Still my insides felt perfectly fine, but the time length had meant that another bodily function had grown from uncomfortable to desperate. I didn't reach the end of my path before I ended up involuntarily leaking. A splash of warmth was felt in the front but whatever had happened was simply too little to contribute, even shoving my hand down the front of my pants to feel the external front side had me shrugging. These things were extremely absorbent. After a bit of a rest I opted to take an extended walk back. Rather than making for the straight line to our university house I would take a side route that would lead me to the bridge that connects the sides of the campus, round onto the side street and loop over to the main entrance before finally hitting home. This would make the usual journey an extra twenty minutes or so, but the weather was perfect and I was enjoying the bliss of the day so far. Yet again some mild stomach grumbles popped up but quickly settled and rather naively I presumed that it would probably reach into the evening when I'd experience any 'issues'. Four and a half hours into my indulgence the first bit of gas made itself known. I didn't interfere, but felt concerned when I didn't really feel or hear anything. Panicked, I looked around while still covered by trees and felt myself at the back. Nothing. It was with hindsight that I learned that the sheer thickness of the diaper meant the obvious signals of someone passing wind weren't really the case for this. As I left the forest edge and bee lined for the bridge basking in the sun this must have happened another three, maybe four times? Still at this moment in time I felt zero stomach pains. The only sign anything was amiss was the unusual wind I was experiencing. Then it hit like a truck. I was about ten feet away from the bridge when the loudest stomach gurgle I've ever experienced rumbled out of me, almost cartoonish as if I'd not eaten in weeks and finally had some food in front of me. Startled, yet still pain free I slowed up slightly and patted at myself to 'check I was ok'. For a sensation out of the blue it accelerated my heart beat. Like aftershocks in an earth quake I finally felt a few more minor ones in quick succession as I frowned in worry before making for the bridge again. Slowing to an even worse walking pace I dawdled to the start of the bridge and looked both ways as it was a main road. Not a soul in sight, trees on both sides of the river, a sunny day with a breeze and the only immediate life being nearby was the birds in the sky. I sat here for a few more minutes before setting off for the remainder of my trip. Concern hit me as soon as I started. I tried to start off like normal but felt quite 'sluggish' as the saying goes, as if I was suddenly lacking energy and feeling weighed down. As I hit the quarter marker on the bridge I can only describe it as a swelling feeling deep inside, a gas pocket ready to burst so to speak, different from the rest. Half way across the bridge a cramp struck me fiercely and as I stopped to adapt to the random pain my backside let loose rather audibly. Now, I know it's a natural bodily function but I normally have no care in the world for such things. In this instance I got spooked by how... vicious and loud it was? I remember inhaling before nervously giggling like some child. Without a doubt these gummies were causing issues for me now. My body settled down for the remainder of the bridge crossing although I was going at a much slower pace in general. Even as I hit the side road my body remained silent. Presuming I was out of the danger I felt I was able to bring a bit more energy. Ten minutes passed in serenity, until I hit the corner where our university main entrance was. Blockaded. Three trucks were all jammed in on the road having judged the distance too poorly, barely avoiding a crash. The pedestrian footpaths on the campus side were blocked off by boxes, a car and some of those warehouse equipment things and there was a crowd on the opposite side. I'm sure if I navigated and asked politely I would be able to get through but I promptly shook my head and headed back the way I had come. A change of plans, I would cross the bridge and go across the grass to reach my home instead. As I doubled back on myself I felt a bubbling that quickly made me feel sickened, different that the wind pains of before, but after another minute this cramp intensified to the point I had to stop and clutch at myself... then it vanished, like the Avatar in the Last Air Bender. Confused and now having no idea what effect these gummies were having I hobbled back to the bridge. I was acutely aware that my bladder was playing up yet again courtesy of my water intake between the waterfall and my adventure so far, but I had bigger problems in my mind. It felt like I was in the eye of the storm, for as my feet touched the start of this bridge I felt perfectly fine. How wrong I was. I barely made it five more steps and then without any prompting it happened. It started as a sudden emptying of wind that I couldn't say I was even aware of, just as violent as last time. As I stumbled out of mostly shock my body took this as an invitation to set the difficulty on hardcore mode. Air turned into an enormous torrent of mush that I can safely presume needs no elaborating. I gasped in sheer panic as I felt this warmth flood into the back of my Super Dotty... and not stop? I paused in place as this extreme emptying happened. This was the first time in my life that I was regretting not just my dietary choices and decisions to take certain supplements, but more appropriately also taking these gummies. At some point throughout the entire thing I recall my bladder failing again, but the thickness of this garment was no match for any liquids I had. I had been under the impression any signs of impending doom would be felt in advance. Here I was going from completely normal to effectively having bowel incontinence in a second. I couldn't walk. I was crimson faced and stuck to the spot as the shame of what I had just done registered in my mind. Sure, I'd guiltily indulged in some stuff of my own choice before, but this was an extreme situation that I'd lost total control. A small semblance of common sense poked at my brain to get working. I couldn't just stand here on the bridge filling up this padding as a second wave of matter left me. Holding at myself I must have crawled at a snails pace back to my home. The back of me radiated with heat and the odour had overpowered whatever defences I had in place. Gingerly reaching around behind me I could feel the noticeable pile that was now there through even the outer side of my jeans. I am happy nobody was anywhere in a hundred foot proximity of me throughout this. The moment I hit my home I practically jumped from the door to the en-suite. Much like the giant baby I suppose I am, the pink nappy had done it's job perfectly. Relieved that it had held up this hellish torment I just stood there in the shower and chose to let go of anything left inside of me... I might as well, since I was about to clean up. I can't remember how long passed, only that by the time I'd came out of the bathroom fully cleansed I had six missed calls from family and over thirty notifications from friends. Can never catch a break from social media. I am pleased to report though that the effect of those gummies seemed to be a once-and-done approach. Mortified, sure, but I suppose with any of my accidents in recent times I struggle to deny the guilty enjoyment of it. I've not touched the second packet. That stays safely stored in the kitchen cupboard, but at least I am more aware of the dangers these gummies possess. Consider yourselves warned, and as always I apologise for how I must look to some 🫠 With love as always from your friendly diaper wearing Kaylee.

I started off with the Abena Abrifoams 4's like yourself. There are also the tena slip Ultima's which are comfortable and discreet but I'd say the Abena is superior If you're looking for things a bit more extreme/capable of lasting I can also vouch for the Rearz mentioned above, Northshore's megamaxes and the Super Dotty the Pony's 🫠 Hope you have fun!

If you go on to account, then account settings, you can click display name and change what it says 🙂

I order my things from Nappiesrus and it comes in blank triple wrapped packaging. If things get mixed up with your neighbour you'd be safe... unless for some really odd reason they open your parcels? 🫠 Prices seem to be ok, sadly I do not live near a local pharmacy or anything of the sorts

It was around 5 months ago that I had this awakening. I'd been testing things in general being new to the forum when the thought of it hit me. Rather than it being an immovable wall that stunned me, the idea of going down this path was more like playdoh in my head. Well, 5 months on I'd say it's going pretty good 🫠🙈

Definitely a +1 for any rainy days. The warm comfy bulk just helps me feel safer and cosy be it staying inside and watching out the windows or going on my favourite forest walks. There's not been any snow while I've been wearing sadly, but here's hoping for the future 😁