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  1. Thanks everyone! The idea behind this, is to try and imagine what it would be like actually having “That Talk,” and being given permission to try them. Also to try and convey what it might be like to be allowed to try diapers for the first time. I’m trying to make a realistic scenario between mother and son, something hopefully believable.
  2. Chapter 2 Cindy was stunned. Not because that revelation was particularly horrible or anything, but she just didn’t see it coming. Since the conversation had begun around sex or sexuality, a sudden admission about something like a toileting mishap certainly wasn’t something that she had expected. Still, the thought that her teenage boy had wet himself while playing on his damn computer, instead of going to the toilet was immediately irritating to her. “Wait. Jax, you what?” “I hadda accident mum. I peed myself.” Cindy didn’t understand exactly how this news flash was related to what Jaxon wanted to talk about, but obviously it was linked somehow. Although she was prepared to listen to anything that he had to say, the fact that he would wet himself while gaming annoyed her a bit. He was 16, not 6, definitely too old to be so distracted by playing games that he would neglect to go to the bathroom in time. She took a breath, and managed to keep her voice level. “What do you mean mate? How did that happen? You’re a bit old to be doing stuff like that, don’t you think? I don’t understand why you wouldn’t just pause the stupid game and go....” It was Jaxons turn to sigh. His mother had zero interest in gaming, and although he’d tried to explain some basic fundamentals to her before, she just didn’t get it. To her, every game was like a PlayStation playing a disc, and she really didn’t grasp how multiplayer online games worked. “Mum, I’ve told you before. You can’t pause these games. You’re playing live action with people all over the world, in like a group project. There’s no pausing, and if you walk off, someone will kill your character or steal everything. You gotta keep up with your group!” “Okay Jaxy. I get that. But I don’t understand how you could just ignore a pee break until you wet yourself! That’s really gross kiddo.! How did that happen?” Jaxons eyes lit up. Although he’d just admitted something embarrassing, he’d managed to break the ice regarding the topic, and now he was talking above his favourite thing, gaming. “Ok mum. We’re playing this awesome adventure game. Kinda like Lord Of The Rings, I guess. You know, doing quests, fighting dragons and shit. I’m an elf. My fighting specialty is the bow. So we’re on our quest, and hadn’t stopped for a few hours. I’d drank a lotta Coke, and I needed to pee. We WERE gonna take a break, but stuff kept happening! We got attacked by all sorts of CG shit, then another group attacked us! It was chaos! I’d needed to pee for ages, and I was gonna do that, soon as we took a break, but it just kept happening. I knew I really needed to go, and I was real uncomfortable, it was even making me play badly. I couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t even sit still. Anyway, something killed me. That really sucks, because you lose all the stuff you’ve collected, but I wasn’t too disappointed , because of how much I needed to go to the toilet.” Despite herself, Cindy found herself intrigued. It was interesting watching how her boy became so much more animated when talking about gaming, and she was interested to know exactly what happened that was so important to make him pee his pants. She was also trying to see exactly where this was leading. After all, it had begun as a talk about sex, and had now evolved into gaming, and an admission of wet pants. She couldn’t see the connection. “So. What happened? Why didn’t you just go then?” “I got re-spawned,” he explained. “One of our team is a powerful mage. He was able to cast a life spell on me so fast, that not only I didn’t die, I didn’t lose my stuff either! We were still under attack you see, and they needed me to take out some orcs at a distance with my long-bow. If I didn’t, the whole party coulda been in trouble. So, you see, I didn’t really have a choice. I hadda sit down again and keep playing, or we all woulda lost. But as I was shooting the orcs, I couldn’t hold on to my pee, and I wet myself a bit. More than a bit to be honest.” Cindy was stunned. “What did you do next?” “I tried to ignore it,” he said. “I had a couple of towels on my floor, and I put one on my chair and one under it, but I kept shooting. At first it was okay. After I’d peed, I didn’t need to go as bad at first, but that didn’t last long. A few minutes later, and I needed to go worse than before.” “I still can’t believe you’d do that,” his mother replied with a shake of her head. “What would your online mates say if they found out?” Jaxon actually chuckled. “They did find out! We were all talking at once, trying to blast our way out, and when it started happening, I guess I got a bit carried away. Without thinking, I blurted out something like ‘I’m wetting myself’ to the group, and everyone laughed! That’s when I lost all control. I started laughing as well, and I couldn’t stop the rest of it coming out. I picked up the towel and held it against myself as I wet. If I’d tried to get up, I woulda leaked all over the floor.” “Well thank heavens you didn’t do that,” Cindy replied ruefully. “But your group just laughed? Nobody teased you or anything? What if they tell everyone at school?” “That’s the beauty of it Mum,” he said with a grin. “These aren’t kids from school, at least I don’t think they are. We just met on a games forum and formed a team. We don’t actually know each other in real life. Besides, I’m not the only person to wet themselves while we play. There’s a girl in our squad, or at least she’s supposed to be a girl, there’s no way of actually knowing, but she’s admitted to wetting herself before, especially if there’s jump scares.” “It sounds weird to me,” Cindy replied. “I can understand how scaring a person might make them pee, but I guess I don’t get how you can put off going for so long until you wet yourself. Anyway, I guess it’s not really a big deal. After all, accidents happen. Just try and not make a habit out of it I guess! But I still don’t really understand what this conversation is about. You wanted to talk to me about sexual stuff, not gaming. So come on Jax. Tell me. What’s on your mind buddy?” Jaxons heart was racing, and his hands were trembling. He had rehearsed this conversation a score of times over the past few weeks, and yet he still couldn’t believe that he was actually about to go through with it. He gave his mother a hopeful look, not quite knowing what to expect as her reaction. “Mum? I really, really, want to try wearing diapers. Please.”
  3. Chapter 1 “Mum? Can I, Uh, talk to you ‘bout something please?” Cindy Telford paused at the kitchen sink, and looked across into the dining room, where her 16 year old son, Jaxon, was sitting. He was still looking a bit sleep disheveled, his shaggy black hair sticking up in all directions, and wearing a pair of baggy grey pyjama pants and a somewhat grubby looking black t-shirt, with a picture of a heavy metal band on the front. He shifted uncomfortably, his heavyset frame hunching forward, and he wasn’t looking at her. In fact, the bowl of cereal in front of him appeared to be showing him the secrets of the Universe. Cindy was a bit surprised. These days, getting anything more than a grunt out of Jaxon was unusual. He was a polite kid, although initiating conversation was certainly not a strong point. It hadn’t always been like this. He used to be quite the happy little chatterbox when he was younger, but after his father died a few years ago, he had really withdrawn into himself. Cindy had been worried about him. He had gained quite a bit of weight, mostly from eating poorly, and becoming a lot more sedentary with his lifestyle. Jaxon rarely left the house these days, apart from school, and Cindy knew that he rarely spent any time hanging out with what few friends he still had, and as far as she knew, he’d never had a partner of any gender, nor shown any interest in getting one. These days, online gaming was his thing. After his homework was done, which thankfully he was still diligent about, he would shut himself up in his room and game for hours. It was easy to read all the internet advice from the perfect mums of the world, advocating tough love, and simply taking his computer, or shutting the wifi off, but the kid was 16, not 10, and almost a man, at least physically. His mum felt deep empathy towards her only child, and she knew he was still suffering deep inside from the sudden loss of his beloved father when he’d been just 13, a very influential period in a young boys life. Of course Cindy had tried multiple times to talk to Jaxon, but hadn’t really had much success. She still remembered trying to have the more advanced “Birds And The Bees Talk” with him not long after his father died, wanting to go into more detail about puberty and adolescence, something that every young teen should have, and how he had politely but firmly just shut her down. The most conversation she could expect these days revolved around what sort of pizza to have on Saturday nights, or could she help him pay for something computer or gaming related, so this unexpected request for conversation was a rare occasion to be taken seriously. Taking the two steaming mugs of coffee with her, she placed one carefully in front of her son. “Sure Jaxy, what’s up?” He still avoided making eye contact, and she could tell by his tone of voice that he was nervous, but she sat patiently, and let him continue without interruption. “Ahh. Sheesh. This feels like totally awkward,” he began, then cleared his throat and continued. “Umm. You, r-remember when you said to me, like ages ago, that I could like always come to you and, ah, ask you stuff? Like about s-sex and stuff?” Cindy was admittedly a bit surprised, and immediately felt a bit apprehensive, but outwardly she managed to keep a calm, relaxed demeanour. She knew that whatever happened next would be critical, and if she handled it poorly, Jaxon was likely to end the conversation before it had even begun. “Yes Jaxy,” she replied with a soft smile, resisting the urge to reach out and touch his hand. “What’s on your mind matey? Is there something bugging you?” The boy stalled at first, taking a big sip of his coffee, then he took in a deep breath, and sighed loudly, steeling himself to finally look up and make eye contact. “Mum? You know how you said that I could always talk to you, and you said you wouldn’t, ahhh, judge me? Wellllll, I’ve kinda got something, um, something like sex related to talk to you about....” Cindy kept calm, at least outwardly, the slightest tremor in her hand as she sipped her own coffee perhaps a giveaway that she herself was suddenly a bit nervous, although Jaxon didn’t appear to notice. “That’s right Jax. You can talk to me about anything. No matter what. I won’t judge you. Promise.” He cleared his throat. “Well..... Shit. This is embarrassing,” he mumbled. “I don’t know where to begin.” Cindy gave a reassuring smile, and spoke softly. “Try the beginning mate. That’s usually the best place.” Even with her gentle encouragement, Jaxon didn’t appear to be ready to open up any time soon, so she tried to prompt him a little bit more. “What’s up honey? Have you had sex? Do you want to? Come on, you can tell me.” At the mention of sex, his head snapped up, and he gave a watery smile. “No mum. I haven’t had sex. Not at all. Although I guess I’d like to one day.” “Is it girl trouble mate? Is there a girl you like?” He sighed again, his gaze averted once more. “Not really mum. That’s kinda the thing I guess. I like girls. But in a funny way, I’m not that interested in them, at least yet.” Cindy took this in, trying to give a calm, and measured response. “Is it boys, Jaxy? If you like boys, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that at all! It’s certainly nothing to be wor......” He cut her off sharply. “Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa! No mum! It’s not boys! I’m not, umm, well, you know, gay or anything. At least I don’t think I am. I guess I’m not sure. I guess I could be, but I don’t think I am. I like girls, but I’m just not like really ‘into’ them, if you know what I mean?” This time Cindy did reach out and gently grip his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I’m not sure that I do know what you mean mate. It’s okay to like either, or both! It’s also okay to wait for awhile and see what happens! If you’re unsure, that will probably change in the near future! You certainly don’t need to commit yourself to a sexuality just yet! People change as they grow older. Maybe you’re just not ready to look for a partner yet?” Jaxon took her hand in his, and held it tight. After another deep breath, he continued. “That’s the thing, mum. I sorta feel like I should be, at least, ahh, physically, ya know? I mean, I do, ahhh, like get, um, shit, ahh, ‘excited’ I guess sometimes? And I guess I sort of worked out what to do about that a long time ago? And sometimes I have, you know, like naughty dreams, and stuff happens when I have those dreams?” Cindy smiled. She knew all about this, as she washed his pyjamas and sheets, but she would never have mentioned it herself. “That’s all perfectly normal Jaxy. It happens to every boy! You know that. It’s just a part of growing up!” Jaxon hurried into, the deep glow that had spread up his neck was now flushing his chubby cheeks, but he seemed to be determined to finish what had obviously taken him a long time to start. “I know that mum. That’s not exactly the problem. It’s just, although I do like, um, thinking about stuff and that, and I can, uh, you know, like make stuff happen with my body, up until lately, it’s like thinking about girls hasn’t really interested me. Or boys either,” he hastily added. Another sip of coffee to gather her thoughts, and Cindy tried to carefully press on. “Okay Jax. I think I’m hearing you. You say that everything is working okay, but you don’t think that you’re actually attracted to boys or girls? Is that it, in a nutshell?” “I guess,” her son mumbled. “But I do like girls,” he added. “I’m just not really wanting a girlfriend or anything.” “Do you think you may be asexual?” “I dunno. I don’t think that’s the right word for it. I looked it up. That kinda means not having sexual feelings. I do get them. A lot. Just not really towards other people personally. More like to what other people do. Or, ahh, wear I guess...” Cindy tried to take this all in. It was so unusual for Jaxon to want to talk at all, let alone open up about anything as deeply personal as this. The boy obvious wanted and needed help and or advice, and she needed to provide whatever support that she could. Besides, it sounded like nothing more than some sort of clothing fetish. There were certainly worse things in the world. “So? Tell me mate. I’m not here to be all Judgey McJudgeface on you! You tell me what’s going on, and lets see if we can work it out together?” He gave a watery smile. “I don’t know if anything to like ‘work out’ mum, but I’ll tell you what I’ve kind of learned about myself recently, then you can decide for yourself if I’m a bit sick in the head or not.” “Jaxon! You’re certainly not sick in the head! Don’t say that! If you’ve got something particular that um, ‘interests’ you, I’m sure it can’t be too bad. How about you start at the beginning, and just tell me straight out exactly what it is that bugging you so much?” Jaxon looked at his mother, and made up his mind. Bugger it. He’d gone this far already.... “Okay mum. I guess it started a month or so ago. You see I was gaming one night, and I had an accident,” Cindy looked quizzically at her son. “What do you mean, an accident?” With more confidence than he thought he could deliver, he looked her straight in the eyes and replied. “I wet my pants mum....”
  4. Chapter 7 Sorry for the delay. I kinda lost interest in writing for awhile. I think the disappointment about not continuing Daniel And Amy got me down a bit. For those that are interested, I do intend to continue it, just to see what happens. At least I have it saved now. Penny made good time, at least at first. She was conscious of not riding too quickly on the shared path, but her tanned legs pumped like pistons as she climbed the various small rises, then relaxed again as she cruised down the following drops. The path was obviously quite popular with people walking, jogging, or riding, and most of the time they smiled and nodded as they past. Her view of the freeway came and went. Sometimes the path was close and adjacent, at other times it darted away, closing in towards the various housing estates and suburbs that lined the traffic corridor. On one of closer sections, she noticed that the traffic flow appeared to have suddenly diminished. Cars were still passing, but in much fewer numbers than before. As she approached the next rise, standing up on the pedals for more power, she caught a glimpse of blue flashing lights in the immediate distance, and her curiosity was immediately piqued. Upon cresting the hill, grinning to herself about the naughty feelings that her wet bikini was giving her as her legs pumped, she could suddenly see the tableau spread out on the freeway below. At first, it looked like absolute chaos, and she went cold, her already quickly beating heart accelerating even more, and her breath catching in her throat. But upon closer inspection, she relaxed. Although the accident she was looking at appeared to be a major one, it didn’t look like anyone had actually been hurt. From what she could tell, there had been a minor accident involving one car running into the back of another. But after that, a lager truck must have locked its brakes up and swerved to miss them, causing it to jackknife sideways, while other cars behind it also swerved and skidded, collecting each other in the process. From her vantage point, she could see the two cars in front, still nose-to-tail, the huge lorry askew, almost completely blocking both lanes, and at least three badly damaged cars behind it. A lone police car was at the rear, probably just in the right place at the right time following in the traffic, and the female officer had parked her car sideways across the road, lights ablaze, as she tried to slowly clear the immediate traffic one car at a time. In the distance, lots of flashing lights were approaching, weaving their way along the emergency lane. Penny could see at least three more police cars, a couple of ambulance, and a fire truck, all travelling like a multi coloured flashing snake towards the carnage. Once she was convinced that nobody was seriously hurt, she felt no guilt about stopping to watch for awhile. If there had of been injuries, she would have just minded her own business and continued, but with the damage being just vehicular, it was a fascinating spectacle. There were people arguing on the side, others inspecting the damage while on their phones, and the poor overburdened police officer doing her best to clear the immediate area while trying to keep everyone calm. Penny dismounted, leaned her bike against the fence, then removed her phone from her backpack, and started hastily taking photos, which she quickly uploaded to all her social media accounts. Her phone was suddenly buzzing and beeping away, as people liked, followed, shared, or messaged her posts. From a social media perspective at least, this was a winning situation. As she started responding to all the questions and shocked face emojis, she absentmindedly reached for her water bottle, and gave it a quick shake, hearing the last remnants of ice rattling within. She tilted her head back, and drank deeply, relishing the feeling of the last of her water quenching her parched throat. Other people had started to appear on the path beside her, and they watched with the morbid fascist that most humans have when faced with a disaster, some talking and discussing their own theories about exactly what had happened, others using their own phones to share pictures of the horror. Penny found herself engaged in a light conversation with a rather cute young guy around her own age, and they swapped their own ideas with each other. Suddenly, Penny felt a slight loosening of her bladder. It seemed to come out of nowhere! One moment, she was completely distracted by first the accident, then her phone, and then again by this cute boy, and at no stage at all did her still filling bladder even cross her mind, but suddenly, her urethra had twitched, and her pee hole suddenly felt kind of warm on the inside, as a kind of dropping sensation swept across her abdomen. Penny was horrified to realise that she was about to wet herself like a distracted child, who had been so caught up in what she was doing, that she hadn’t even noticed that she needed to go potty until it started to come out! Her ankles suddenly crossed themselves, as her lycra covered thighs pressed together. A sharp, hissing intake of breath was inhaled, and she squinted her eyes in sudden urgency. Thankfully, the cute boy was looking at the carnage below, and failed to notice her sudden look of complete anxiety, and he certainly didn’t see the tiny little wet spot that was barely visible at the junction of her thighs. “Ugh. I....I gotta go,” she stammered, sadly noticing the look of disappointment that crossed over his features. Penny deposited her phone into her backpack, straightened her bike up, and swung her leg over, almost crying out as she felt another drop or two of hot urine warming her clammy bikini once more. As she coasted down the next hill, she risked a glance between her legs, and saw a visible wet patch the size and shape of a small egg. She moaned in frustration, completely distracted, looking up just in time, seeing a sharp corner only meters in front of her. Her body tensed, as she applied both brakes, and managed to lean into the corner just in time, the need to keep control of her pulsing bladder suddenly the least of her worries, and as she swerved around the bend, she felt a warm wetness trickling on her inner thighs. She was on a long straight now, and although her heart was pounding like a drum after the close call, she had to look down again, and saw with dismay that the wet spot was now a patch, the size of a saucer, almost perfectly round, and standing out brightly on the bright pink lycra that covered her private area. “Ahh shitfuck” she cursed, aware that her wet pants were now quite noticeable, as well as the fact that she was now absolutely bursting for full relief. Penny leaned forward in the saddle, trying to put as much pressure on her pulsating pee hole as possible, and keep her legs closed whenever she passed someone approaching her from the front. Her cheeks glowed with embarrassment, but if she was to be honest with herself, also a rush of excitement, as her pumping legs caused her sodden bikini to rub against her vagina, which was being stimulated by the pressure of the seat, and exaggerated by every little bump she road over. The seating position seemed to work, and although she could almost feel the liquid sloshing around in her bladder, the immediate feelings of urgency abated somewhat, and although she felt bloated, her control remained intact. At least for now. The hills started to level out, for which she was immensely relieved about, as she didn’t have to stand up and pedal anymore. The path was starting to be more downhill now, as it approached her beachside coastal suburb, and from time to time she opened her legs wider going downhill, hoping the airflow would assist with the drying of her pants, at least on the legs. With her sodden bikini pressing against the crotch of her shorts, she knew that that part wouldn’t dry in a hurry. The cool rushing air felt nice blowing against her heated and wet sex, and although the clamminess remained, the contrast between hot and cool only aided her stimulation. Soon, her exit was approaching, and she slowly navigated her flash new bike off the path, and onto a side road, that led to larger road that tracked along the coastline towards her beach, and ultimately her house. “Ugh. One hill to go,” she thought, as she changed gears, and stood up on the pedals for the last big climb, now enjoying a beautiful view of the ocean to her right. Strangely enough, her bladder didn’t protest too much, and she created the big hill with relative ease, although she was a bit red faced and panting at the top. THERE! JUST AHEAD! It was the path with the steps that led to “her” beach. She was nearly there. Thirty seconds later, she had swung in and parked, hot, sweaty, and amazingly thirsty again. Feeling grateful that there was no one around, she dismounted, and examined her pants, looking at her crotch, and running a hand across her bottom. Her backside felt a bit wet, and although her inner thighs had dried, there was still an egg sized wet patch between her legs, although it didn’t appear to be noticeable while she was standing, and the relief was incredible. There was a water fountain at the top of the steps, and she hunched over, and drank deeply, the cool water feeling like an oasis sliding down the parched desert that was her throat. She felt a slight twinge in her abdomen, warning her that now she was standing, with no pressure on her pee hole, her desperation was quickly returning. As she drank, body hunched over at the waist, her feet started lifting up and down, from toe to heel and back again. It would probably be a smarter move to fill her water bottle up, and hurry down onto the beach, she decided. As she filled her bottle, some cold water splashed over her hand, and she felt that familiar loosening sensation, causing her to sharply cross her ankles, jamming her thighs together, embarrassingly aware that she was doing a potty dance in public. Penny almost waddled back to her bike, her urgency increased tenfold, and found herself unable to formulate a coherent thought. She knew she had to chain the bike up, but where the hell was the bike lock? Oh yeah. In her backpack. Taking her backpack off, she started to rummage through it, and although it didn’t contain much, only her minimal clothes, phone, towel, and flip flops, her new lock was nowhere to be seen. Groaning it frustration, she put her pack on the ground, and squatted down in front of it. Another closer inspection yielded no results, when she thought to check the seperate zip up compartment on the back. SUCCESS! There it was, and her sigh of relief quickly changed to a groan of panic, as a short jet of urine shot out, strong enough to pierce both her bikini and her shorts, making a few drops splatter onto the ground between her feet. Penny stood up quickly, grabbing herself tightly between her thighs, her hand finding a soaking warm wetness, as her legs jammed together, trapping it there. She looked around in a panic, thankfully not seeing anybody, although the houses across the road would have an unhindered view of her desperation and impending accident. She gingerly removed her now wet hand from her crotch, and tore the packaging of the lock away in a near frenzy, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and bobbing up and down on the spot, as she frantically tried to read the instructions. “For fucks sake! How freaking complicated is this?” Penny asked herself. There were intricate diagrams about exactly how and where to position it around the frame, with explicit warning about not securing it solely through a quick-release style wheel, which she vaguely remembered Steve telling her that she had. Also, the four digit code was preset to 0000, and again there were stern warnings to reset it something personal. Jesus Christ! How was she supposed do that? Again, the procedure for setting the code seemed interminably long, and she quickly gave up, when her bladder suddenly loosened once more, sending an ever stronger jet of pee into her pants. She could feel it running down her legs, and looked down in horror as she saw a small trail soak into the top of her right sock. She was past the point of no return, and could feel panic setting in. Her bladder was about to completely void itself at any moment, and she couldn’t keep riding, nor secure her bike, and there was literally nowhere to go. There was only one thing for it, she would have to carry her bike down the steps and onto the beach where she could keep an eye on it. Stuffing the stupid lock into her pack, and jamming the water bottle into its frame, she took a deep breath, and picked the bike up, putting her shoulder through the frame, and started making her way carefully down the steps, thankful that her new toy didn’t weigh very much. Halfway down, her bladder released again, and this time it was a solid stream for maybe five seconds. She clamped her left hand into her crotch, and felt the hot wetness pouring freely from her shorts, cascading down her legs, leaving drops of shame behind her. She didn’t stop her descent, or even pause, just kept going, peeing into her hand as she balanced the bike on her shoulder, praying that she wouldn’t meet anyone making their way up. Fate was on her side, and she stumbled awkwardly onto the beach without being seen, although walking in the soft sand meant she now had to use her left arm for balancing, and not gripping herself like a toddler. Instead of walking towards the water, she turned hard left, and followed the small wire fence at the base of the dunes until she was away from the path. She chose left instead of right, simply because there was nobody in that direction at all. Once she was about twenty meters up the beach, she clumsily placed the bike against a post, and with her bladder protesting even worse than before, and her entire vaginal mound quivering with desperation, she hastily kicked off her shoes, planting her neon pink ankle socks into the soft sand. That was all it took. Penny now had absolutely zero control left over her tired bladder, and she sighed with relief as a hot wetness suddenly completely enveloped her crotch, bottom, and legs. A torrent of sticky warm wetness cascaded down her thighs, turning both her socks, and the sand between them, a much darker colour than mere seconds ago. She closed her eyes and sighed. It felt soooooo good! Yes. It felt naughty, embarrassing, and wrong, but it felt good as well. Perhaps the embarrassment and naughtiness exaggerated the nice feelings? Her mind was in a whirlpool. As the wetness coated her lower half, and the pressure in her bladder eased, multiple thoughts all crashed into her mind at once. She remembered masturbating vigorously in the shower earlier today, after accidentally peeing all over the floor. Then there was the initial surprise about how nice her damp knickers felt upon leaving the bike shop. Of course she couldn’t forget about deciding to wet herself “just a little bit” at the cafe, nor how good it felt. Looking down, she saw the last few drops falling from her crotch, and how almost all of the pink lycra on her inner legs was now dark, and how her cute little sodden socks looked when she scrunched her toes into the sand. A different kind of warmth invaded her private area, and she found herself plucking absentmindedly at the dripping lycra that covered it, before coming to her senses and looking around. Maybe later, certainly not now.... Penny spread her towel out, and removed her outer clothes. Her thong bikini was completely drenched, and a bit discoloured, and she felt a stickiness inside it that wasn’t pee. She hung her shorts and socks over the little wire fence behind her bike to dry, and sat on her towel with her phone. As she uploaded pictures of her pretty little feet in the sand to Instagram, she found her heart wasn’t in it. She would have a swim, and hopefully her pants wouldn’t take long to dry. Then, she was going to go home, pee herself in the shower, and relieve some of the tension that she now felt. She took her water bottle from her bike and drank deeply. After all, she needed to keep her fluids up.
  5. My wife’s away on holidays, so I bought diapers this week, after a long hiatus. I bought my favourite “go-to” adult diapers, Molicare pull ups. I also bought some incontinence pads I’ve been experimenting with. Yesterday, I spent a lot of time diapered, freely using them all day. I put a plastic tarp under the top sheet on the bed, and wet myself both with and without diapers multiple times, before washing the sheets. Last night, I made the bed again, complete with plastic sheet, emptied my bladder in the toilet, then diapered up again. I always wake up at least once during the night to pee, and last night, I was determined I wasn’t getting outta bed to do it! Turned the light off just before 11, and slept straight away, waking up at 1:45 with a need to go. I rolled onto my back, spread my legs, and slowly let go, feeling the warmth spread around my genitals. No leaks, and surprisingly enough, I was able to get back to sleep relatively quickly. Woke again around 4:30. My diaper is nice and warm, but didn’t feel particularly soaked. It obviously did it’s job drawing the moisture away. Once again, I lay on my back, and let go. I seemed to pee even more this time than I had before. My nappy really swelled up, and I’ll admit my dick did too. Still no leaks, but it was a lot harder to get back to sleep this time. I had to get up around 6:30, and this traffic I rolled onto my front and let go. This caused a leak, and by the time I’d gotten up, my nappy was hanging heavy and loose from my hips, and I had a wet spot the size of a small plate on the sheet. As I’m writing this, I’m wearing briefs, with a completely saturated pad in them, laying on a towel on the bed. More nappy fun today!
  6. I spent a lot of time in diapers yesterday, freely letting go whenever I felt like it. I drank lots of water and coffee in the morning, then a few beers after lunch, and I peed a lot! About 4 o’clock, I walked down to the beach for a swim, and took four beers with me. Obviously while I was there, I continued peeing whenever I had the slightest urge, and I drank the beer. Came home, (only a five minute walk) and decided to rinse the sand off under our outdoor shower. I only had just the slightest need to go at this stage, not even desperate. I thought I might roll a cigarette first, and kinda let the urge build up a bit first. As I rolled my smoke, I felt a sudden sensation of imminent loss of control, even though I hardly had to go! Suddenly, I started leaking heavily without any warning. The leak turned into a small stream, and I literally couldn’t stop it. Because I had my half rolled cigarette in my hands, I couldn’t grab myself, and it only stopped after about ten seconds, and with me crossing my legs. Obviously I was already wet from the beach anyway, but I ended up standing in a small puddle. Very interesting experience for me. Obviously I found it hot, but it was also scary in a way, losing control without even feeling a real bad need to go. Im hoping it was just a combination of free-peeing for most of the day, being over hydrated, drinking beer, and wearing already wet clothes that did it.
  7. I’ve been experimenting with incontinence pads. Lots of fun.
  8. Beach yesterday before going in the water.
  9. I love the natural flow of conversation between the girls. It just feels right, like exactly how I imagine they would talk. Also, the way Lula (over)thinks, worries, and considers things. I think you’ve got the dialect and the imagination just right for their age bracket. That’s not to take anything away from the actual story itself. It’s wonderful. So well written. Hats of to you!
  10. I’ve told all my stories before, but I’ll give a condensed version. As a kid, I discovered I liked peeing in my swimsuit or shorts when I played under the hose or in the pool. If we went to the beach, I was told to pee in the ocean. My parents knew I’d pee in my swimsuit at home as well, but it was never a big deal, just a silly kid-thing that I’d do if I was getting wet already. I always had a fascination for seeing other kids desperate, or wetting their pants. I don’t know why, but from a young age I’ve always had a really heightened pee-radar. I can remember every incident of seeing another kid have an accident, and remember my own as well. It’s just something that always stuck with me. When I was 12, a new family moved in across the street. They had an 11 year old daughter, Shelley. (I’ve recounted many stories about Shelley on here before). The first day I met her, she invited me to play on her trampoline with her. She did gymnastics, and was pretty good, while I wasn’t, lol. While we played, my pee-radar went off as I noticed her crossing her legs or occasionally holding her crotch. She was wearing stretchy tight corduroy style pants, called “bubble gum jeans” if anyone remembers the 80’s. I asked her if she needed to pee, and she admitted that she did. I asked why she didn’t just go, and she said that because it was starting to get dark, if she went inside, she wouldn’t be allowed out again, so she would hold on. Of course the inevitable happened, and she wet herself. I still remember it vividly. We were facing each other holding hands and bouncing, until we both fell down. She was laughing a lot, and put her hand between her legs, “Oh! I think I just wet my pants!” A quick squeeze, followed by “I did! I wet myself!” I didn’t believe her, and as it was getting dark, and her pants were dark blue, I couldn’t immediately see it. She sat facing me, spread her legs and said “Look,” and she traced the big wet spot with her finger, almost proudly showing it to me. I was Dumbfounded. Not only was she the oldest kid I’d ever seen wet herself, but she really didn’t care! We started talking about all things wet pants related for ages. She said her mum wouldn’t be mad, and she often had accidents on the trampoline. I was completely pre-adolescent, but that was the first time I was aware of getting an erection, which I knew about, but couldn’t understand why it happened. Eventually her mum came outside to get her, and she introduced me, and as I left, I heard her say “I wet myself on the tramp again mummy.” Her mum just replied “Don’t worry about it, you’re going to have a bath tonight.” For the next few adolescent years, we played together a lot. I saw her have quite a few real accidents in that time, and we always made a big game out of wetting ourselves whenever we wore our swimsuits or played under the hose, the slip n slide, or the pool, including often dry wetting in front of each other first. It was never really sexual at all, just innocent kids playing. I was a late bloomer puberty wise, and didn’t start developing until after my 14th birthday. When the wet dreams started, they always had a pee element to them. In my dream I’d pee, but I’d ejaculate in my sleep. I tried masturbation of course, but it didn’t work. It’s like driving a car. You might read all the books on it, and understand the technical aspects, but until you actually do it, it’s an unknown. I fantasised about girls and women, tried to imagine sex, being touched, just about everything, but although I’d get hard, I didn’t cum. One night I was reading in the bath, and the book had a fear wetting scene in it. Suddenly, my dick went rock hard. It didn’t take long for me to achieve my first ever orgasm while awake. Of course after that, I wanted to do it as much as possible. I discovered that thinking about Shelley wetting her pants, either with memories, or imagining different scenarios were always guaranteed to get me to climax. So in a nutshell, my early harmless interest in holding and wetting “became viral” after finding a girl who had accidents, just as I was on the cusp of puberty.
  11. Such a brilliant, well written story!
  12. Thanks Princess. If anyone likes adult themed diaper sex, please check this out! If teenage stuff is your thing, look at Daniel and Amy.
  13. I’m a DL, but definitely not an AB. I like wearing and using them, and love the feel and the look. I do identify with having a “Little” side, although it’s not always there. My “Little” side is between 9-12, and sometimes I imagine myself as that desperate or distracted kid who has an accident. Diapers are a rare treat for me, but when I do have them, my Little side is definitely more prone to coming out. I don’t actually play or act as a kid. That just feels completely weird and unnatural for me, although I understand how it works for some people. I have no desire to actually regress, and don’t want to be babied, or treated as such. But when I’m desperate or wetting, it’s fun to mentally regress to my preferred age bracket, and pretend in my mind that I’m a kid having an accident, or wearing a diaper for bed wetting.
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