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  1. I am definitely going to continue this. I am constantly thinking about the next chapter. Been busy lately with a private role play story, and the Diaper Verse tale which hasn’t proved to be very popular unfortunately. Also in the real world, I’ve been unwell for a week or so, and recently lost my job. My best friend is losing his battle with cancer, and I’ve been spending a lot of time with him while I still can. All of these factors combined haven’t put me in a great place to write ATM. In my head, I have the next few chapters written, but I want to be prepared to really hit the ground running with it and continue properly, not just post a random chapter every few months. So don’t worry. These kids are always in the background of my thoughts, and I’m keen to continue, I just need to be in the right headspace first.
  2. This is really good mate. Very well written
  3. Chapter 13. Let Loose The Dogs Of War. After a quick, shared, but innocent shower, they stood unashamedly naked in front of each other and dried off, while starting to make some plans for the day. “Ok Cammy. Here’s the deal. I have to work on my assignment for awhile, and you’re going to be my little puppy! I’ll put a couple of sheet pads down on the tiles near the kitchen, and you’ll have to be a good boy and use them if you want to pee!” “Puppy?” Cam asked, a bit perplexed. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” Noelle giggled. “Don’t panic. I don’t want you to actually like pretend to be a puppy, but I want to control your bladder. You can do whatever you want, except pee. That means no diapers! Although I guess I should let you wear some sort of pants I guess. If you DO have an accident, I don’t want you shooting pee all across the room like a fire hose.” Cameron smiled, albeit a bit condescendingly. “That won’t happen babe. I’ve told you before, I can hold on for a loooonnnnnng time.” “Oh? Like how you were successfully holding on when you transported here?” He huffed grumpily. “Not that again? I told you about that. I was already wet, and nearly busting when I got here, and the shock didn’t help!” Noelle saw a chance to wind him up a bit. “Yeah. True. I suppose. But you certainly lost nearly complete control after the Pipi juice, didn’t you? I’m not saying that’s unusual, but generally if someone really does have such fantastic control, like you say you have, then they can usually maintain a little bit better control than you did.” Her teasing didn’t anger him at all, but like virtually any teenage boy who gets challenged, he couldn’t resist the urge to defend himself. “Be fair Noelle. I wasn’t really trying too hard to hold on. I mean you told me what would happen, so I just went with it. I didn’t think holding on or fighting it was a big deal. You gotta remember, I love wearing diapers, and it was a great chance to just let go and enjoy the feeling of using them whenever I wanted to.” “It’s okay Cam. I’m not criticising you at all. I’m just saying, after wearing 24/7 for the last two days, and after the juice, your bladder control might not be as good as you think it is. Maybe it is, and I’ll happily admit that you were right, but I do have my doubts. It’s funny how quickly your body can get used to just going whenever and wherever it feels like. I’ll bet you end up tanking at least a little bit!” “You’re on,” he said, pride dented a bit. He couldn’t believe that anyone could possibly believe that he’d actually wet himself accidentally! It was absurd. “Okay then,” she countered. “We have a bet! But I will insist that you wear something just in case. That way if you do tank, it’ll be contained around your feet at least, and I’ll be able to see what a naughty little puppy you are. And I know just the thing that you can wear.” Cameron had a sinking feeling deep inside as his friend disappeared into her bedroom, but couldn’t help but laugh when she re-emerged moments later with some pants for him. Pink booty shorts pyjamas. Fleecy lined, baggy, with white piping on the sides and cuffs, very high cut, with “Sexy” written in white script across the back! He felt his boyhood give a little stir at the sight of them, as they were very similar to things that he enjoyed seeing girls wet in, although he’d never imagined doing so himself. Not until just then, anyway. He wouldn’t like to admit it, but he rather fancied the idea of wearing and wetting them, although any wetting would certainly be deliberate, and much later. Definitely not accidentally. Noelle was pleasantly surprised that he didn’t protest or argue, and she watched him step into them and pull them snugly up, before giving his package a quick squeeze and adjustment. Both of them agreed that as ridiculous as they might look on him, the cut was quite flattering when it came to presenting an outline of his genitals. The fabric was so soft and enveloping, that he had to force himself to stop touching himself down there, as things started to grow within. He asked her how a pair of girls shortie pyjamas could fit him. “Simples!” Noelle replied. “They’re extra baggy to hide a night nappy, silly.” She ushered him towards the small dining table, and offered to make breakfast, so long as he was happy with toast and cereal, but also insisted that he drink a large glass of water first. “Gotta build my little puppy up,” she said with a grin. “It’ll all be in vain,” he replied confidently. “I’ve got a bladder of steel. You’ll see.” He took his water to the window and looked out, and Noelle took full advantage of his distraction, quickly filling two large glasses with orange juice, and carefully sneaking a plastic bottle from the top shelf of her pantry, making sure to cover the label, should he look around unexpectedly. “PIPI POWDER CONCENTRATE” the label stated. “For when you need just a gentle nudge along, without the full PIPI JUICE experience!” She measured out a level teaspoon, and quickly mixed it into his OJ. The bottle was put back up high and out of sight, just as Cameron returned, placing his empty water glass down forcefully, with a solid bang. “Water won’t affect me babe. I’m telling ya,” he said, slipping her a wink. She smiled. “Ok babe. If you say so. Here. You have juice as well.” Five minutes later she joined him at the table, pushing a bowl of “Lucky Leprechaun Trinkets,” which had little marshmallows in it, and a couple of slices of toast. The simple meal was consumed with a lot of laughter and teasing, both of them really beginning to feel completely comfortable with each other’s presence by now. After breakfast, Noelle settled in with her Peach laptop, and gave Cameron her tablet device. “You’re going to need to brush up on C1 history,” she said. “Might as well start now. You can download lots of beginners literature for free.” “Good idea,” he exclaimed. “But did you want me to wash up first?” Noelle happily agreed, smiling to herself at the thought of what putting his hands into hot water would do to him. She had planned on asking him to do it later, but this would surely accelerate his desperation. The powder concentrate she had used was going to be much milder than the Pipi juice that they had experimented with the day before, with much less in more liquid, but it would soon start making its presence felt….. Cameron ran some water in the sink, but something about the sound of running water resonated with him on a subconscious level, and he inadvertently shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “What the fuck? I can’t need to go already,” he thought to himself. “The little devil has gotten inside my head, that’s all.” As quickly as the urge seemed to hit him, it went, and he busied himself with the dishes. Meanwhile, across the room, Noelle had positioned herself so that she had a perfect view of him, and the sight of his naturally slim teenage body, clad in nothing more than revealing pink girls booty shorts aroused her. She smirked as she saw him adjusting his stance a few times as he scrubbed. A few minutes later, he’d finished, dried his hands on a towel, then gave himself a quick squeeze through his shorts, and of course Noelle saw the whole thing. “What’s up puppy dog, need to do a wee wee do you? You only have to ask! We don’t want any little puppy puddles on the floor, do we?” Cameron blushed a bit, grinned, and flipped her the bird in a friendly manner. “No. Not at all, smart ass. Just, um, making myself comfortable, that’s all.” “Make sure your a good puppy who asks before he piddles everywhere,” she teased. Cameron sat on the sofa and opened her tablet, before logging on to some freshman history texts, and settled in to read “A Brief History Of C1, And Its Effects On Globe One.” He wasn’t expecting to actually enjoy it, and although it read like mild propaganda in parts, he was soon swept up in the story. “Hey! Puppy-Boy!” Noelle shouted after ten minutes. “You need to drink more! Get me one too please while you’re at it.” Cameron gave a sheepish grin as he stood up, and tugged at the front of his shorts absentmindedly, causing Noelle to suppress a smirk. She surreptitiously watched him as he walked into the kitchen and poured two large glasses of water with lemon slices from the pitcher in the fridge, and she saw him wince at the sound of running water. He returned, placing her glass on the table in front of her, and she saw how he kept his knees together as he bent forward. “Does my little puppy need to pee yet?” The boy sighed, knowing he was defeated. “Okay. Yeah. You got me. I need to go,” he replied. “I really don’t know what’s going on. I went heaps earlier on, but I already kinda need to go again. Dunno if it’s the fact that I’m getting too used to wearing nappies all the time or what.” “If you want to tinkle, you can always ask,” she replied innocently. “That’s why we have the sheets down on the tiles.” Cameron sighed again. “Okay. Can I please go pee on the sheet?” Noelle grinned. “Nope! Not until I tell you that you can. You have to be a good puppy. After all, you have a bladder of steel, remember?” “Awwwww Noelle! Come on! That’s totally not fair,” he whined, squeezing his legs together. “Potty training a puppy isn’t about being fair my love. It’s about control and discipline. Now go back to your study. Good boy.” Giving him orders while she casually relaxed and peed into her own diaper felt amazing, especially seeing how uncomfortable he was getting. Cameron stomped across the room, and sat down again, tucking his feet up underneath him, and tried to get back into the story, but was now pinching his boyhood firmly through his shorts, and he was having trouble sitting still. The history notes were really interesting, much easier to read and relate to than the “Earth” history that he was used to, but now he was having a lot of trouble focusing on it. He would find himself starting to get carried away inside the story, when suddenly his bladder would tighten, or his dick would twitch, and he’d have to clamp down really hard with his holding muscles. It was such a weird feeling, very reminiscent of his experience with the Pipi juice. He was into a fascinating story about the last big war, hundreds of years ago, and had stopped squeezing his dick, when all of a sudden something inside him just shifted, and he felt his bladder loosen and his trouser snake twitched big time, and he immediately knew that he was about to leak. He squeezed his dick tightly through the hot pink fabric between his thumb and forefinger, his toes curling up, and jaw clenched, and although he was able to temporarily suspend the flow, he hadn’t been able to stop some urine from escaping, and it was currently trapped inside his shaft, held inside by the force of his fingers alone. He knew that as soon as he stood up or let go with his hand, his pants would get wet. It suddenly dawned on him that he was about to lose the bet in a very big way. “Ah shit. Noelle?” His voice came out sounding strangled. “Yes Cammy?” “I, uh, um, I can’t hold on anymore. I’m about to wet myself,” he admitted. She seemed delighted. “Oh? Big brave Cammy and his bladder of steel can’t hold on, is that it?” Not trusting himself to speak, he shook his head. “Don’t you dare pee on my sofa, you bad puppy,” she chided with a grin. “If you ask nicely, I’ll let you up to use the sheet, like a good boy.” Cameron sighed, feeling defeated. “Noelle, may I please get up to pee?” “Of course you can,” she said, “BUT……” He hesitated, scared of what “BUT” was going to mean. “When you get up, I want you to walk onto the sheet, and let go of yourself, with your legs spread a bit. I want to see if you leak in your pretty little shorts first.” Cameron got up, and swiftly waddled onto the sheet, dick squeezed tightly between his fingers. He positioned himself facing her, spread his legs, and removed his hand, feeling the warmth immediately start spreading across his crotch and dripping down his leg. Noelle had a perfect view of a large dark pink rose suddenly blossoming on the pink fabric, temporarily stop, then start again with the force of a fire hose, as multiple waterfalls erupted from around the leg openings, and his legs and feet started glistening with wetness, as his urine pattered noisily into a puddle between his feet. “Bad puppy! I thought you were house broken,” she said…..
  4. Chapter 11. “His palms are sweaty, knees weak, diapers heavy” They showered together, taking turns to soap each other up, and sponge each other down, but apart from some gentle kisses, they kept it fairly chaste. After drying off, Noelle noticed Cameron was stepping into his shorts without a diaper on, and questioned him. “No real reason,” he shrugged. “Now the Pipi juice has worn off, I thought I might just let things air out a bit down there. I don’t want to get a diaper rash or anything.” While he spoke, she noticed how he rubbed the back of his neck, and gently pinched the bridge of his nose whilst talking. “Let me guess Cammy. Have you got like a slight headache at the moment?” He did, although not too bad, and he was surprised that she could tell. “It’s the juice,” she explained. You’re a bit dehydrated. Very common, especially if you’re not used to it, and I’ll tell you something else, you really should put another diaper on. I understand why you would be worried about a rash, but it very rarely happens with these nappies. They draw so much away so quickly, and once they’re wet, they emit a soothing lanolin type of secretion that protects your skin, so irritatation is rare. But not only that, you shouldn’t be surprised if your bladder control has been temporarily weakened by the juice.” He scoffed. “Oh come on Noelle! Surely it must be out of my system by now. I’ve been peeing almost constantly all day. There can’t be any left in me by now. And how could I be dehydrated? We’ve been guzzling drinks almost non-stop.” She suppressed a giggle. “Poor Cammy. I don’t think you get it. You probably think that you know exactly how and when you peed today don’t you? But you don’t.” He was massaging his forehead again and looking at her blankly. “At the height of the juices effectiveness, you would’ve peed a lot without even being aware that it was happening my dear. You would’ve been letting out almost constant leaks, without even knowing that you were doing it. The juice almost disables and numbs your holding muscles, and combined with a super effective diaper that you’re not used too, you would’ve gone a lot more than you thought. That’s why you’ve got a headache, even after drinking lots!” He looked incredulous. “Nahhh, you’re shitting me, aren’t you? I know the juice is strong, but it can’t be so strong that I didn’t even know I was leaking! Is it?” She patted his leg and stood up. “Typical newbie response my dear. Pipi juice isn’t legal for under eighteen year olds, because it’s so strong. So it becomes like a ‘Right Of Passage’ ritual growing up. So many kids think that they’ll be immune to it, but they never are. It’s all part of growing up! Like alcohol I guess. I mean you’re nineteen, so I guess you’re used to beer and stuff by now?” He reddened a little bit. “Um, not exactly. I mean of course I’ve drank alcohol before. Quite a few times. I got really smashed at a party once when I was sixteen, and we usually have some when we’re out with friends or something, but it’s different where I’m from.” “How so?” “Well, the legal drinking age where I’m from is twenty one, not eighteen, although it’s eighteen in a lot of other places. But because of how important my dad is, I can’t be seen to be breaking the law or caught drinking underage. That sort of bad publicity can hurt him. Look. He’s probably not the ogre I made him out to be. He doesn’t mind me having a few drinks at home, or out at a private party kind of thing, but he would not like it if I got photographed in a bar, or God forbid got caught drink drinking!” Noelle had paused where she stood, listening to his explanation. “Wow. Twenty one? That’s insane! Hang on. I’ll be back in a minute with something for your headache,” and she disappeared into the kitchen. When she returned, she gave him a glass of water and dropped two effervescent pills into it, and it started to fizz and froth. “Just electrolytes,” she explained. Drink it all, then have some more water, but I really think you should put a dipe on.” Cameron did as he was told, drinking the fizz, plus another water, then disappearing into his room, to emerge again a minute later wearing just a diaper and t-shirt. “I really don’t think it’s necessary you know,” he said. “But if you think it is, I’m happy to do it.” Noelle had put a fresh nappy on before a clean pair of shorts, and she sat down on the sofa beside him. “You know, I’ve got an idea of something we could do someday, if you’re interested in experimenting. We could test out your theory that you don’t pee without knowing.” The young man was instantly intrigued. “Oh yeah? Like what exactly?” Noelles eyes were gleaming with excitement, and she sat up straighter. “My parents have a lake house, not far from here. They use it to stay in when they visit me. I’ve got the keys, and I go up there myself some weekends. There’s a nice little bar in the town, so you can legally go and have some drinks with me, we can juice up, and not wear any diapers! THEN you’ll certainly be aware of just how much you pee when your on the juice! The lake house is private, with its own little secluded beach and jetty. We could go up there, have a few drinks. A swim. A picnic, and stay for a night or two! What do you think?” Cameron leant over, putting his hand around her shoulders and pulling her close, where he kissed her gently on the mouth. “I’d really like that,” he whispered. They made small talk for awhile, then Noelle pulled out her laptop, (a Peach ) and hooked her camera up to it. Together they watched the video that they’d made, and Cameron was able to help her edit it, working out the minor differences in the operating system within minutes, much to her surprise. The more he used computers in this new place, the more he learned. Apparently super fast “Interweb” wasn’t as fast as what he was used to, nor was processing power, and he occasionally had to slow down to let the machine catch up. As they worked, he quizzed her on stuff like social media, which apparently they had, but without the multiple options he was used to. The most popular app appeared to be called “MyBook,” with which people shared pictures of their day, as well as a lot of cat pictures. There didn’t appear to be any news or advertising on it, which really appealed to him a lot. “How’s the headache?” Noelle asked him after awhile, and he said it was nearly gone. But another surprise lay in store for him when, at her urging, he stood up to refill his water glass. He got to his feet, uttered a soft groan, and hunched himself forward, gripping the front of his diaper. “I just wet myself,” he said in a loud whisper. “Accidentally.” “Toldya so!” Noelle said with a grin. “The Pipi juice really takes a toll on your holding muscles. Weakens them soooo much! But don’t worry, everything will be back to normal tomorrow. At least it should be. But at least now you see why I told you to pad up. You might even pee a bit in your sleep tonight you know.” They played around on the Peach for a while longer, and Noelle wet her diaper as well, although on purpose, but they didn’t resort to any shenanigans again, simply enjoyed each other’s company, talking and sharing stories about their home realities. When tiredness started to sweep over them, they agreed that it was time for bed. “Cammy? You don’t have to sleep in the other room if you don’t want to you know. You’re more than welcome to sleep with me? If you wanted to?” He did, although he nervously explained that he’d never actually slept with a girl before. He wasn’t a virgin, but up until then, he’d never shared a bed overnight with one. “Tonight’s the night to try it,” she told him, giggling at his uncomfortable blush after his confession. “I don’t even snore you know! Although I might wet the bed….” Much to Cameron’s surprise, he actually slept quite well. To begin with, they fell asleep facing away from each other, but at some point he rolled over, and startled himself awake at the strange sensation of having another body in the bed beside him. He reached a tentative hand out under the covers, and gently cupped the backside of her diaper, and found it to be swollen and warm. His dick twitched a bit, and he became aware of a certain heavy warmth surrounding it, and upon closer inspection, he realised that he had peed in his sleep as well. He snuggled up behind her, becoming the “Big Spoon,” and pressed his padded front against her padded rear, and she mumbled happily in her sleep, waking only enough to drape his hand over her to a point where he was now cupping her bare breast, then she snuggled up against him, mumbled something happily, and immediately drifted off to sleep again.
  5. Chapter 9. “Tanks For The Memories “ They stopped at the vending machine for a bottle of water each, and Cameron drank deeply, surprised at just how thirsty he felt, and Noelle explained how it was an effect of the Pipi Juice. “It fast tracks all the fluid in your body towards your bladder,” she said. “That’s why you have to drink a lot of water, or you can dehydrate really quickly.” The tour of the campus continued, and twenty minutes later, Cam knew where the classrooms, toilets and common rooms were. He also badly needed to pee again. “This is incredible. It’s just come on outta nowhere! I didn’t need to go at all a few minutes ago, but I suddenly feel like I’m busting!” “Me too,” Noelle agreed. “The juice is strong stuff. Make sure you drink all of your water.” “How long does it last?” “It varies from person to person,” she explained. “But usually for an hour or more. It’s basically a quick flush out of your kidneys and bladder. After you’ve peed the juice out, your body will keep processing liquid super fast for awhile, so don’t be surprised if you find yourself tanking all of a sudden.” “I don’t think that’ll happen to me,” he said with confidence. “I’m used to holding on for a long time, and I don’t ever have accidents.” She gave him a friendly punch on the arm. “Huh! What about yesterday when I found you? You were definitely having an accident then! Remember?” “That was totally different! Back home I’d been holding on for hours, and I was already wet. I’d been just about to wet again when I transported here, plus the shock didn’t help.” She grinned at him. “Ok Mister-I’m So-Confident-I-Can-Hold-On! We’ll see how good your bladder is! Drink the rest of your water….” Cameron rose to the challenge, raising the bottle to his lips and draining the rest of it, but before he’d finished the last mouthful, he felt a fresh heat flowing into his nappy, and he froze on the spot, while Noelle was watching him with a huge smile. “I, I, um…..I just fucking wet myself,” he stammered, obviously shocked. “Uh-huh,” she replied, nodding her head in agreement. “I knew ya would. It happened to me a few minutes ago.” “But, but, like I genuinely just wet myself Noelle! Accidentally! It just happened by itself while I was drinking! How the heck could I go from fully peeing only half an hour ago, to being so suddenly desperate again that I tanked so soon?” “It’s the juice,” she said with a shrug. “But what’s the big deal? I warned you. I don’t get what you’re worked up about?” Cameron smiled and took her hand as they started to walk off. “I’m not really worked up. Not like that anyway. But like I told you earlier, I’ve always had a, well, a ‘Thing’ I guess for real accidents. It’s one of the things I kind of enjoy the most about doing big holds. Trying to make myself wet accidentally. I often drink loads and hold for hours just to try and have one. I can if I hold on for a super long time and drink a lot, but it’s very uncomfortable. I usually end up just giving up and wetting myself just to get comfortable again. To wet myself accidentally like that is kind of a big turn on for me I guess. I hope you don’t think I’m too weird or anything.” Noelle gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “No more than me Cammy, or a lot of people here. You really need to stop over-analysing it! It’s a normal bodily function. Why on Globe One would you feel weird or guilty over enjoying it?” They were circling around near the sports fields now, and Cameron found himself relaxing more, even as he felt the occasional squirts or leaks happening all by themselves inside his diaper. It must be what true incontinence is like, he thought. “Noelle, what is toilet training like over here? How do you teach kids to have control when they’re diapered all the time?” “I imagine it’s pretty much like where you’re from,” she replied. “By the time you’re seven or eight, you start learning how to hold on as best you can. Kids will usually have a couple of weeks without diapers on during the day, to help them figure it out.” He was stunned. “Seven or Eight? Get outta here! No way!” She was surprised. “What? You think it’s too young? Do you guys wait until you’re ten or something?” He laughed. “Try three or four!” She snorted derisively. “Three or four? Bullshit. They’re still technically babies! You can’t potty train at that age!” They were both as surprised as each other at the perceived differences in potty training ages, and discussed it in detail as they walked, both of them leaking uncontrollably in their diapers from time to time, although after an hour Cameron could feel his control returning, and he was getting thirsty again. After they bought themselves more water, he looked around to make sure they were alone, he slipped a hand down the front of his shorts, and ran it across the front of his warm and heavy diaper. “I’m beginning to feel the seam. I’ll have to change soon.” Noelle agreed. “Me too. But I want to try something. There’s a deluxe changing station near the Staff Lounge. I keep meaning to try it out, but I haven’t yet. Let’s go there!” “What’s a deluxe?” Cameron asked. “A high end diaper station. It gives you a lot more options than a standard one, although they’re a lot more expensive credit wise. It’s the main reason I haven’t used one before. Although I’ve got soooo much credit, it seemed a bit wasteful to treat myself. But now you’re here, I’ve got a good excuse! Come on. My treat!” Being a Saturday, there weren’t many teachers around, just students and admin staff, and the Deluxe station stood empty and unused. The size of it compared to the regular ones was impressive, and when the boy followed his friend in, he was amazed at the luxurious differences. Instead of being a single, utilitarian room with a vinyl changing bench, dispenser and bin, there was a seperate toilet cubicle and shower room, along with a couch, television, coffee machine and climate control. “This is why these are more expensive,” she explained. “They’re more than just a change station. They’re more of a chill out zone. You book the room for a minimum of half an hour. There’s a digital countdown clock both here, and outside letting you and others how much time you have left.” Cameron was impressed, although a bit confused. He didn’t understand why this added luxury was necessary. “Simples!” Noelle explained. “Sometimes you might need more than just a fresh diaper. If you’ve tanked badly, or perhaps even soiled yourself, you might want to have a shower, a coffee, and just relax for awhile!” Cameron cleared his throat. Noelle had just bought up another subject that he’d wanted to ask about, but hadn’t been game enough to bring up. But she had just given him a segway into the conversation. “Um, I was curious about that. You just mentioned people soiling themselves. Is that a thing as well?” Noelle wrinkled her nose a bit. “Not really, although it might be for some people I guess, but it doesn’t do your credits any good. Excessive fecal matter in the diaper greatly devalues it. They need extra processing, and therefore the power input is negated, so you get much less credits. The machine scans and identifies the diapers as they go through. The credits are payed on weight, and usability.” “What’s ‘Excessive’ fecal matter mean?” Cameron asked, trying to suppress a blush. “Like if you full on take a dump in your diaper,” she explained. “A skid mark or two don’t matter, but if you’ve had a big messy accident, you’re better off just binning the diaper.” “I’m sorry for asking all this,” he explained, “but I’m curious. Do people like use their diapers for that as well? Like on purpose?” “For sure some do. I guess it’s kind of like how you like holding on until you lose control. It’s like a thing that you enjoy, and nobody should ever judge you on it. There’s quite a few people who get a similar kick out of using their diaper for number twos as well, and they shouldn’t be judged on liking something different either.” “Do you ever do it?” Cameron asked. It was Noelles turn to blush. But she had the self confidence to answer honestly. “Look. I’d be lying if I said I never have, but I don’t do it regularly, and it doesn’t do anything special for me to be honest, but I have done, as I’m sure most people have at least once or twice.” He was astounded. “Really? You think that everyone has?” She shrugged. “You have to get over your ideas of diapers and bodily functions here Cam. It’s obviously completely different from where you’re from. Do you want me to explain? I bought forty five minutes of room time, so we’ve got time to talk….” His embarrassment was quickly overshadowed by his curiosity, so they sat on the vinyl sofa together and she began. “You have to try and get your head around the mindset here,” she said. “Bodily functions aren’t as taboo as they are where your from. We don’t begin toilet training till later than you, and wear diapers even after that. We expect to have enough control to choose when we use them, but accidents are just that. Accidents. It’s considered extremely bad manners to mock or ridicule someone for wetting themselves either accidentally or on purpose. It’s worse than bullying.” He nodded solemnly as he began to get a grasp of the mindset, while she continued. “Plus, diapers equal power. Thanks to the diapers, we have more power than what we can use. C1 actually trades power for goods and services with the other continents. We pay almost nothing for electricity. Our homes are heated and cooled for almost nothing. Our vehicles are all electric, and heavily subsidised and affordable. We get free education and health care. Even before the diaper technology came into effect fifty years ago, we hadn’t had a war of any sort for over three hundred years. Globe One is at peace. Nobody goes hungry, everyone who wants to be, gets educated, and receives health care, and it’s all thanks to the diapers. Do you get it?” “Yeah, I do, and it’s amazing, but what about how or why people choose when to use them, especially if they need a crap?” “I guess it’s a simple answer,” she said after some consideration. “Because we’re bought up wearing all the time, it’s kind of inevitable that at some point virtually everyone is going to either have a messy accident, or get badly caught short. I’m sure even in your world people occasionally mess themselves accidentally? Even you?” That made Cameron uncomfortable, but he owed her complete honesty at the very least. “Ah, yeah. People have accidents. You know, wet farts and stuff.” “What? What’s ‘farts,’ she asked. “You know. Wind? Gas? Passing wind?” “Oh!” Noelle exclaimed with a giggle. “I shoulda guessed! We call it popping off! Hehe, farts. I love that word. I’m gonna use it!” They chuckled a bit, then he continued. “So yeah. I guess most everyone has a wet, um, ‘pop-off’ accident every now and again. It’s not something that regularly gets discussed though.” She shook her head. “I’m not surprised, considering how uptight you guys seem to be about natural stuff. But what about on purpose Cammy? Have you ever pooped your pants or diaper on purpose?” “Aw fuuuuuck,” he mumbled. “Yes. Yes I have. I wanted to know what it felt like to mess in my diaper. I’ve done it a couple of times.” “And? What did you think?” She asked. He forced himself to make eye contact. “I guess I kind of enjoyed the act of doing it,” he replied. “It feels so naughty and wrong. But I really don’t enjoy the cleanup afterwards. Not my scene.” She was nodding enthusiastically. “Uh-huh! That’s exactly how I feel about it, but I’m not as grossed out as you by it. It’s just not something that is particularly pleasurable to me either. But I can tell you something way cool about our diapers though!” He nodded his curiosity, and she continued. “If you ever DO poop your diaper here, you’ll be surprised at how well they cope with it! There’s no smell whatsoever, not like if you poop your pants!” Cameron smiled and nodded, telling himself that he would definitely try it one day, although he wouldn’t tell her about it. “Have you ever had to change someone’s dirty diaper? Like when you work as an attendant?” “A couple of times,” she said through tight lips. “It hasn’t bothered me too much. I wear the gloves and a gown. I don’t think I’ve ever helped anyone who did it on purpose though. It’s always been an accident. At least that’s what they’ve told me, and I believed them. You could tell they were very uncomfortable about it, but genuinely needed help, and that’s what I got paid to do. I got extra credits for doing it as well!” Cameron hadn’t noticed how his need to pee had been building up until he uncrossed his legs, and felt a fresh flood of warmth in his nappy. “Incredible. I just tanked again! Didn’t even realise it was going to happen! That juice is incredible!” Noelle chuckled. “I haven’t stopped! I’ve been constantly leaking since we got in here! I think we ought to change, don’t you? Before we leak. Let’s check our diapers out!” With that, she kicked her shoes off, stood up, and dropped her shorts, encouraging him to do the same. They stood there looking at each other nervously, grinning like fools, then simultaneously reached out and grabbed the front of each other’s diapers. Noelle spread her legs, and said “Squish it,” in a breathless husky voice, and Cameron did as she asked, his own breath catching in his throat as he felt it warming in his hand, before hot liquid started trickling over his fingers, down her legs, and dripping onto her socks. He relaxed his own bladder, and moaned with delight as his own legs started getting wet as well. They were pushing their crotches firmly into each other’s hands, bucking and moaning, and Cameron moved her back a step, then lowered her upper body gently back onto the changing table, where she spread her dripping legs wide, allowing him access through the leg guards of her diaper, where he started gently rubbing at her juicy slit, as she massaged his cock through his own wet padding. It didn’t take long, and less than a minute later she was bucking wildly as her orgasm overtook her, and he was spurting his load into the saturated diaper that was starting to hang low, rubbing against his balls as it swayed backwards and forwards between his legs. She scooted over on the padded change table, and dragged him down beside her, where they lay breathlessly, sweating, but cuddling one another without saying a word. After a minute of closeness, she swatted his butt through the now loose padding that he was only just wearing. “Come on Cammy. We’ve only got fifteen minutes left. Let’s check out this fancy dispenser and see what we can get!”
  6. Chapter 7 My Cousin Cammy. A bright shaft of sunlight found its way through a gap in the curtains, landing directly onto Cameron’s face. He grunted in his sleep and rolled over, but the damage was already done. He was awake. With his eyes still closed he reached a grasping hand out to his bedside drawers, looking for his phone which was always left on charge overnight, and when he couldn’t find it, he suddenly snapped fully awake, and the memories of the previous day came back with a rush. His eyes sprung open, and he looked around quickly, seeing the unfamiliar room and instantly realising that this wasn’t a dream. It was real. His hand reached underneath the covers, falling onto his crotch, and he could feel his morning wood pressing itself through the padding that he wore. It felt completely dry, making him wonder whether or not he may have mentally exaggerated the big pee he remembered having before falling asleep last night. No, he was pretty sure that he’d wet himself completely, but the almost magical absorption rate of these diapers had left him feeling nearly completely dry by now. He knew that it wouldn’t stay that way for long though, as his bladder was full, and with his new found freedom to wet himself whenever or wherever he liked, he would be using it shortly. Cameron stilled his breathing and listened carefully, but could hear no signs of life coming from elsewhere inside the apartment, so Noelle was probably still asleep. He didn’t have a clock, but could tell by the morning sun that it was still early, which was unusual for him. As was the case with most people his own age, he usually stayed up late and slept in on weekends, but had gone to bed very early by his standards last night. Going back to sleep wasn’t an option. Not with a new day full of diapered experiences ahead of him. He felt like a kid waking up super excited on Christmas morning. He thought he’d start the day off with one of his favourite things, a good old fashioned diapered bed wetting, and what better way to test these super diapers out, than doing something naughty, wetting while laying down on his tummy. Back in his reality, that was a recipe for disaster, guaranteed to create a leak and a subsequent mess, but these nappies were incredible, and he had the added bonus of the waterproof pee-sheets on the bed anyway, along with Noelles permission and assurance that it really didn’t matter. He had gone to bed wearing nothing but his diaper, and he rolled onto his front, grinding and humping his padded groin firmly into the sheets until he got comfortable, but then had to wait because his dick had gone rock hard again. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, relaxed, and tried to clear his mind. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually his boyhood returned to at least a semi flaccid state, and he let go. Oh wow. His urine flowed easily out of him, and spread across the front of the nappy, instantly warming and swelling it, but also trapping it there with nowhere to run off to. He was a few seconds into it when he realised that although these diapers were fantastic, they weren’t magical, and a leak was imminent. It was way too late to stop it though, and as he started to feel warm wetness creeping up onto the bare skin of his belly, he lifted his groin up, putting a hand on the front of his diaper and felt a series of drips and trickles running out, soaking the outside of the nappy and pattering gently onto the sheet below. Once he’d finished, he got up on his knees to assess the damage. His stomach and thighs were wet, and there was a dark wet patch the size of a large dinner plate on the light blue sheet. But, even as he watched, the moisture was drawn into it, shrinking by the second, and within half a minute there was a barely visible stain that was only slightly damp to touch. Incredible. Cameron lay back down, but only long enough to undo the tapes and take the diaper off. The back of it was almost dry, so he used that to wipe himself down with, before bagging it and putting it away for later disposal. He then slipped his shorts on, grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom, noticing that Noelle’s door was still shut. The bathroom was small, and featured a tub with a shower, plus a toilet. He realised that although he’d spent some time looking for a toilet over here, this was the first time he’d really seen one. During his time alone in here yesterday he’d glanced at it, but paid no attention, being more focused on his diaper at the time. He wasn’t sure exactly what to expect, but it looked exactly the same as the toilets that he was used to, with no apparent special features or attachments. His insides rumbled at the sight of it, reminding him that he hadn’t moved his bowels in almost twenty four hours, so he took a seat and some much needed relief at the same time. The only thing he didn’t recognise was an item attached to the wall. There was a roll of normal looking toilet paper, and beside it was a dispenser that held a stack of what looked like cardboard ice cream cones. As he emptied his bowels, he took one out and examined it. It was conical, tapering to a sealed point at the bottom, made of a cardboard like substance, but lined with the same sort of padding that was inside the diapers. It was about six inches long, with a two inch diameter opening on the top. He couldn’t figure out what they were for, so he put it back, finished his business, flushed, then quickly stepped into the shower, wanting to be as quick as possible in case his host needed the bathroom when she woke up. Five minutes later, wearing nothing more than his new red shorts and a towel around his shoulders, he padded back into the living room and open plan adjoining kitchen, to discover Noelle was up, and waiting for the kettle to boil, her back to him. His eyes were automatically drawn to what she was wearing. A t-shirt that didn’t cover her bottom, or the heavy looking, swollen yellowed diaper that was hanging down from underneath. His breath caught in his throat, and he cleared it loudly to announce his presence. Noelle turned around, but made no attempt at covering up her well used diaper. Her hair was unkempt, but her face lit up with a big smile when she saw him. “Morning Cammy! You found the shower alright? Wanna coffee?” He assured her a positive response to both, but his eyes kept being dragged back to the low hanging diaper drooping down from under her shirt. She turned back to the bench and bent over to get another mug out of the cupboard, and her swollen yellowed padding was on full display. He saw her put her hand on her bottom and gently rub it, and the toes on her bare feet scrunched up. The response from inside his shorts was immediate, especially without a diaper or even underpants to contain it, and he hurriedly sat down at the table before she noticed. Noelle was smiling to herself with her back to him. She’d deliberately exposed herself to him to see what his reaction would be, and judging by the way he’d suddenly sat down, she was sure of it. But it would be fun to tease him for a little bit longer. She did an exaggerated waddling duck walk to the table, carefully placing the two steaming mugs down, then looked down innocently at him while pulling her t-shirt up high, fully exposing her puffy undergarment. “Check this out Cammy. I tanked last night!” He paused his reach for the mug. “What? You wet in your sleep?” She giggled girlishly at that. “Yep! Sure did! It doesn’t happen very often, but it did last night!” She winked at him, “I blame you, ya know.” He could tell she was being lighthearted, but he was very interested. He’d never had a real girl tell him that she’d wet the bed. “Very funny. What happened?” She shrugged, not at all embarrassed by the question. “I had a pee dream. You were in it. I don’t remember it exactly, but I was showing you how to use a diaper. I guess I let go during the dream! I was soaked when I woke up. I mean I always pee in bed anyway. Everyone does, but I usually wake up first. I didn’t wake up at all last night.” She gave the heavy crotch a squeeze. “Look at this! I probably went in my sleep twice, but I don’t remember the second time at all.” There was an audible squishing sound when she sat down. “Are you serious?” Cameron asked. “About everyone peeing in their bed? Is it really that common?” “Maybe not EVERYONE,” she replied. “But probably most who participate in the program do at least. Might as well use your diaper and build up the points, plus it saves getting outta bed to go to the toilet.” Before he knew that he was saying it, Cameron blurted out “I did that myself last night too. I leaked a bit on your sheet though.” She smiled at his embarrassment, and assured him that it was okay, and when they went in to check shortly after, he saw there was a slight discoloured round stain, but the sheet was completely dry and odour free. She promised him that he could safely use that sheet for a few days yet, if he was happy to of course, and of course he was very happy. Cameron suddenly remembered the cone shaped things in the toilet, and asked about them. Noelle giggled again. “I forgot about them. They’re called ‘Wee-catchers.’ For when you gotta poop, you know?” She could tell by his confused expression that he didn’t get it, so she went in to explain. “You know how when you poop, you usually pee a bit? Well the Wee-catcher is there to help catch that bit. You hold it over your dick or pee hole, and save the bit that always comes out. Not everyone uses them of course, but if you add a couple into a diaper disposal bag, it adds to your credits. The inside is the same active padding that’s in the diapers!” Cameron could only shake his head in wonder at how much of this new world was revolving around using diapers. Noelle wanted to get him signed in for college, and the administration office was open Saturday mornings, and she dismissed his concerns about not having any money or identification, telling him to leave it up to her, as she already had a plan in mind. So after a quick breakfast, and a shower for her, they left the apartment for the short walk to the college, both of them safely diapered up under their loose fitting shorts. Noelles waistband kept sticking out, but she obviously didn’t care, and Cameron soon learned that having your diaper sticking out a bit was a bit of a fashion statement amongst the college girls, and one that he wholeheartedly endorsed. But as nice a distraction as it was, he was worried about how he was going to register for school. Surely his presence in this world would be raising alarm bells when it was discovered that he actually didn’t exist here at all, but Noelle remained confident. At the Administration’s desk, they were met by a young girl of Noelles age, who obviously was a friend of hers. “Cameron, this is Didi, Didi, Cameron,” she said by way of introduction, and the two strangers shook hands. “Didi is in my Photography class,” she explained. She works here part time as an admin assistant. “Deeds, I need a huge favour,” Noelle asked beseechingly. “This is my cousin Cameron. He’s just arrived from C2, but the stupid airline lost all his luggage, including his identification and papers. Is there any way that you can get him signed up without all of that? He’s going to get his folks to send copies next week, but he needs to be registered for Monday. I was hoping you could help us bypass all the usual bullshit?” “Has he got any ID at all?” Didi asked. “Only his powerband,” Noelle replied hopefully. “That’ll be fine then,” Didi explained with a grin. “Just so long as I have something Government registered to start with. Everything else can be manually overridden.” Cameron’s jaw dropped, and Noelle winked at him. Apparently needing multiple points of identification wasn’t such a big deal here. He was flabbergasted. Didi seemed as nice as a person as what Noelle was, although her looks were more on the plainer side. Reasonably short, a touch on the plump side, with thick glasses, a plaid skirt and black knee socks, but a very infectious laugh, she reminded him a bit of Velma from Scooby Doo. Although he couldn’t remember ever seeing Velma with a diaper sticking out the back of her skirt. Didi let them in behind the counter, and half an hour later he was a registered student. “Now look guys, I’m happy to buy into this whole cousins thing, and I won’t pry. I’m guessing that I probably don’t want to know anyway. But whatever this is about, don’t fuck it up for me, alright? I can get into trouble for this!” Noelle and Cameron quickly assured her that he wasn’t in fact a criminal, nor wanted by any authorities, but was honestly just stranded without identification. They promised to explain in detail after he was settled in and everything had levelled out. Noelle clapped her hands together, an effective method of changing the subject. “Now. Deeds. Are you still looking for a part time admin assistant here?” She punched Cameron lightly on the shoulder. “Because my Cuz here is an absolute wizard with a computer!” Didi looked at them both. “For real? He’s good with them?” Noelle managed to keep a straight face with her reply. “You’ve got absolutely no idea how far computers have taken him!” Didi swapped seats with Cameron, and he settled in behind the monitor, relieved to see that it was almost identical to what he was used to, right down to the QWERTY keyboard. The operating system was different, but similar, and after a few minutes he was skimming through it with ease. “Wow. Impressive,” Didi remarked. Yeah, if you’re interested ‘Cousin Cameron,’ (complete with air quotes for emphasis,) we do need someone to do data input part time. Now that you’re a registered student, you can apply. It doesn’t pay cash money as such, but it’s very generous with powerband credits.” After exchanging some details, (including explaining how Cameron’s cell phone somehow mysteriously got lost as well) the pair said their goodbyes and left, getting only as far as the lobby before Cameron was grabbed by the arm, and dragged towards a vending machine. “Quick. Lemon or orange?” Noelle asked with a mischievous grin. “Ummm, orange.” Cam answered, not knowing what she was up to. Noelle scanned her band, punched some buttons, and two cans of what looked like soda pop were dispensed. She handed him the orange one. “Thanks. What’s this?” She grinned even broader. “Pipi juice! It’s like an all natural sparkling water, but with herbal extracts added. Don’t panic. It’s got no chemicals in it. But it IS special!” Sensing something was up, the young man closely examined the can. “Special how?” He asked. The glint in her eyes was mischievous. “Simples! It really makes you pee. A lot,” she said.
  7. Great work partner. Starting to think there’s not as much interest in this as we had hoped though. is it worth continuing?
  8. Chapter Five. The Accident (al) Tourist They lapsed into a mutual, amicable, but slightly uncomfortable silence for a moment, both of them itching to continue their discussion about all things diaper related, but not wanting to appear too weird for each other, not knowing that the other was thinking along the same lines as well. “So, where exactly am I?” Cameron asked, just to break the silence. “Like what the hell is this place even called?” Noelle brightened, glad of the distraction, and dived into her backpack, before quickly whipping out a small computer looking gadget with a decent sized screen and a small, but full keyboard. “Check this out. I’ve got the new Blueberry device,” she exclaimed with a grin. “These things are excellent! I can get onto the Interweb from right here!” Blueberry? Interweb? Cameron suppressed a grin as his mind made the logical connection to the terms that he was used to. He didn’t bother saying anything though, because he was quickly learning that this world was the same as his, but at the same time was completely different. If he started doing comparisons on every little similarity or difference, he would bore her to death in no time. A few seconds later, and she had bought up a map of the world, and he almost snatched the Blueberry away from her with his eagerness to at last see where he was. Basically, it was almost the same as a map of Earth, but with some small differences in shapes here and there, and no borders shown. What he knew as South America looked pointier, Africa was flatter on the bottom, Australia seemed to have moved closer to New Zealand, or vice versa, and the British Isles looked bigger. Once again, everything was almost the same, but slightly different. “So, what’s this a map of?” “This is us. This is Globe One,” she said slowly, giving him a worried look. “Doesn’t it look familiar to you? Are you like a freaking alien or something?” Cameron quickly spoke up, trying to allay her fears, and explained in a soft voice that this map was almost the same as the ones that he was used to, just a bit different. “So it’s called Globe One you say?” “Yup. Part of The Silky Way Galaxy, if that means anything to you?” After promising that he would explain in detail his version of things at a later date, he asked her where on the map they were, and Noelle pointed to a city that was marked with an A, near the Eastern Seaboard of what he would’ve called the U.S. She drew an imaginary circle around the entire North and South Americas (as he thought of them) and started her explanation. “This whole area is called C1, or Continent One. Our Area, which is here, is The United States Of Alexandria, or USA, named after a great warrior princess from the past.” Africa, Europe and Russia were apparently called C2, Asia was C3, while Australia and the Pacific Islands were The Island States. Cameron was gobsmacked. “Oh wow. So I might even be on a different planet then?” Noelle shrugged, seemingly taking it in her stride. “Dunno Cam. Maybe, but I doubt it. I think you’re from a different reality than here, but not another planet. There would be a lot more differences if you were. Besides, your clearly human!” He snorted softly. “How can you even tell?” She gave him an evil grin. “I’ve seen your doodle, remember? It was definitely a human doodle, trust me. Rather impressive too I might add,” then she giggled at the blush that was racing up his cheeks. “I think you’re right,” he mumbled, trying to ignore the blush. “But how? And how will I get home?” Noelle could only shrug. “I can’t answer those questions Cam. I think we’d need someone who understands quantum physics, string theory and stuff to explain, but let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves yet. It’s Friday night, and a long weekend. We have enough time to worry about that later. Personally, I’m glad your here, and I’m looking forward to showing you around.” Just then, the dryer pinged, saving them both from further embarrassment. He pulled a pair of baggy red basketball shorts out first, and set them separately aside. “I’ll wear these,” he explained, “after I change.” “Do you want me to help you again?” Noelle asked directly, and again he was stuttering a reply. Deep down, she was as nervous as he was, although her calm demeanour hid the butterflies in her stomach. “Umm, I, uh…” His indecision made her butterflies turn into eagles, and she was suddenly sure that she had indeed overstepped her boundaries, and she cringed internally. “You don’t have to of course,” she added, a bit more hastily than she intended. “I guess I was thinking more about helping you use the dispensary machine and stuff. I totally understand if you don’t need my help?” It was Cameron’s turn to get butterflies. There wasn’t really much in the world that he wanted more than her help. It was even a priority over finding a way home again. Now he’d probably fucked it up and given her the wrong impression. Way to go, genius. “Im sorry Noelle. I didn’t mean it to look like I’m not look interested! I’d love for you to help me, if you wanted to of course. It’s just, this, like whole thing you know, it’s just so foreign to me? Like something I’ve always wanted I guess, but I ….” He trailed off after realising what he’d just blurted out. Noelle’s butterflies were suddenly back again at what her new friend had just inadvertently said. She told herself to calm down and think before she responded. After all, this wasn’t a good time to scare the boy off. “I get it Cam. If it would make you feel better, maybe you could help me as well?” She smiled at the way his head snapped up at her suggestion. “Really? Do you mean it? I’d really like that,” he stammered. “Cool,” she replied, her heart hammering almost as hard as his was. “Grab your shorts and let’s go!” Once inside the changing station she directed his attention to the touch screen. “It’s easy. Just swipe the chip in your band, then you can select whether or not you’re just making a deposit, or if you need a new diaper, or diapers. You can get up to six at a time, if you have enough credit of course. Most people get a bulk order weekly or monthly, but it’s up to you. “You need to realise though, that sometimes the diapers you want, might not be available. If the machine hasn’t been restocked, you’ll have to choose something else. That’s another reason that you sometimes see people with wet pants I suppose. Perhaps they simply couldn’t get a replacement diaper that fitted, so they went without “It’s probably more common amongst our age group and younger I’d say. We probably spend our credits on other stuff at times and leave ourselves short when it comes down to needing a change. I think because our generation and our parents have grown up with wetting ourselves as a normal thing, we’re more likely to not sweat on something small like wet pants! Hey! We even have a name for it you know?” Cameron was immediately interested. “What? A name for wetting yourself?” She grinned. “Yup. We call it Tanking! Like if the tank has overflowed or something. It sounds better than saying wet my pants. You just say I Tanked instead!” While this conversation was going on, Cameron had been scrolling through the options that were available, deciding on what his next diaper would be. “Oh! You gotta try these,” Noelle blurted out, pointing to a large, plain white nappy with thick tapes. “These are what I wear if I know I won’t be able to change for awhile. They hold a shit-ton!” He didn’t need convincing, so he selected it, but a negative sounding buzzer erupted, and he looked at her quizzically. “You haven’t activated your credit yet,” she explained. “Here, let’s deposit what you’re wearing, and your bonus points will activate! Come on, get your diaper shorts off!” Cameron went pale. As much as he wanted to, his dick was almost punching a hole in his nappy. He was so stiff, he could feel his manhood literally twitching, but Noelle was an unstoppable force that simply wouldn’t be denied. “Come on!” She insisted. “I’ll show you how to bag it properly.” Feeling trapped, Cameron slipped his shoes off, then pulled his diaper shorts down, stepped out of them, and picked them up with his left hand, using his right hand to pull his t-shirt down, trying to hide his half erection. “See these bag options?” Noelle asked, pointing at some icons on the screen. “These are for disposals. They’re made out of a similar material to the diapers, and help boost the processing power during the energy conversion process. They don’t cost any credits. These ones are for diapers, and these big ones are for sheets.” That caught his attention, as he remembered looking at the sheets on his bed earlier. “Sheets? Like bed sheets? I saw my bed had some sort of disposable sheet on it. I thought it was to protect the mattress?” “Oh, it does!” Noelle chuckled, “But they do even more than that! The bed sheets are made out of the same material as the diapers, so they’re super absorbent. Plus they draw all the wetness and smell away. You can use the same sheet for at least a couple of nights before you change it.” Cameron was confused. “But why? Why use a special sheet when everyone wears diapers?” She shrugged. “Simples! Not everyone WANTS to wear a diaper to bed every night. Sometimes it’s too hot, or you might have a bit of a rash or something, or simply personal choice. You see, as we all wear diapers from birth now, it’s inevitable that the populations bladder control declined a bit over time. Because we don’t HAVE to hold on, a bit of incontinence is to be expected sometimes. We’re conditioned to expect that it will happen from time to time.” “So having a real accident happens a lot?” Cameron asked, his personal favourite fantasy becoming activated instantly. “Depends on the individual of course, but yeah. Nearly everyone has accidents sometimes, it’s where we got the “Tanking” term from I guess. But bed wetting definitely became more common as time went on. A lot of people just never get fully bladder trained overnight. Once you get used to being diapered all day, and just going whenever you feel like it, your subconscious just doesn’t recognise the differences between being asleep and awake.” “Do you ever pee in your sleep?” Cameron asked. “It happens,” she admitted with no embarrassment at all. My bladder control is usually pretty good. I’m able to hold on and choose when or where to let go. But I’m not immune to it. I do have accidents sometimes, and if I drink too much before bed, especially alcohol, I might wet in my sleep.” “So what you’re telling me, is I can go to bed without a diaper, wet in there, and there’s no problem?” Noelle giggled. “Yeah! That’s it. Wow. It must be soooo different where you come from! I can’t imagine it!” Cameron was nodding his head. “Believe me. I’m here, and I’m having a hard time imagining this!” Noelle had opened up the paper bag with the ziplock top, and he quickly dropped his diaper shorts into it, surprised at how heavy they were. He scanned his chip, a drawer with a chute opened, and she dropped it in. The machine whirred for a few seconds, then pinged, and the screen now showed his current credit status, which was a lot more than he’d been expecting. “If you want my advice,” Noelle said, I’d get a couple of everyday diapers and one of the big ones.” This seemed like as good of an idea as any, so he complied. A few seconds later the three diapers appeared in another drawer, along with disposable gloves and wipes, which Noelle didn’t hesitate in putting on, then patted the vinyl top of the bed. “Come on Cam. Hop up and I’ll help you.” He looked sheepish as he swung his legs up, and tried to keep his shirt pulled down over his privates, but she softly batted his hands away as if he was a toddler. The reason for his modesty was painfully obvious. His cock was sticking straight up, almost purple in colour, and was throbbing in time with his heartbeat, it’s circumcised tip glistening with a sticky, shiny substance that obviously wasn’t pee. Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt a similar stickiness forming around her vagina lips, as her mind started racing. “Oh my God. He really IS into this! It’s not just my own imagination! He loves it! This is going to be so much fun!” She told herself not to do anything rash, should she scare him off. Her personal experience as a change room attendant came to the fore. She had learned long ago what could happen to a male client if she started handling his privates while he was in such an engorged state, and it would be messy and potentially embarrassing. It looked like the boy was going to explode at any moment, and she knew that in his fragile state of mind that if that happened, it could become a dealbreaker. After all, just because he obviously enjoyed getting diapered, he may not actually want her to make him cum. She certainly wanted to, but something like that really should be up to him to decide upon, and make the first move. She was feeling itchy with desire, but wouldn’t pressure her new friend into doing anything that he wasn’t comfortable with. She handed him the wipes. “Here Cammy. You give yourself a wipe down while I get this ready.” Cameron was equally part’s relieved and disappointed. He’d desperately wanted her to hold him and clean him down there, as she had done before, but at the same time he knew that he would cum in her hands as soon as she touched him. It was bad enough to be laying there with his big purple periscope sticking straight up, but she’d seen it before, and appeared to be currently ignoring it. Perhaps he was reading the signs wrong? He’d been fairly sure that she wanted to “play” as well, but perhaps she didn’t? At the end of the day, he was a scared, nineteen year old boy, in a strange place, with one friend. An older woman who was about to diaper him. He really shouldn’t try to make any sort of move on her. What if she wasn’t interested? What if her actions were simply those of an experienced changing room attendant? What if she considered his advances to be an assault? What if she stormed off, or kicked him out? No. As much as he wanted to, it was really a better option to let her make the first move. He quickly wiped himself down, carefully trying to not touch himself too solidly should he become overwhelmed with his desire. It took some doing, but he eventually dropped his hands away and let her tape him into a regular diaper, before adding his other ones into his bag. “Ah, what about you,” he shyly asked. “Do you, um, still want me to help you? His embarrassed look was so cute! But she knew that if he touched her then that he’d probably embarrass himself further, and she might have problems controlling her own desires. “Not yet,” she said. “Maybe when we get home? I can use this one again first. Get full value out of it, ya know?” She had no problem seeing the combination of disappointment mingled with relief etched across his face, and knew that it was the right call to make. They gathered his belongings and started walking home. Suddenly, Cameron stopped, and started staring at the sky. He pointed up, and said “Look,” in a whispered voice. She did as instructed, but couldn’t understand what she was supposed to be looking at. “The moon,” he explained. “It’s the same as my moon back home!” He saw her confused expression. “Don’t you get it? It means I’m not an alien! This is the same planet that I’m from. It’s just a different “here!” That’s gotta be a good thing, right?” Noelle smiled at him, then reached out and took his hand. He returned the smile, and they walked off together into the night, hand in hand.
  9. Really enjoying this! A nice twist on the tale. Hope you continue with it!
  10. Chapter 3. “Home Alone. Lost In New….Where??” “So, this is home,” Noelle declared with a sweeping flourish of her hands. “Make yourself at home. Kitchen is through there, you can help yourself. If you need to do number twos, the toilet is down the hall. Remote is on the table if you want to watch tv, or you can have a rest in there, your bedroom if you want it, and there’s a box of diapers under the bathroom sink if you want to change again. Up to you, but what you’re wearing now will last a lot longer yet,” she explained, motioning at everything as she explained. “I gotta get back to class now.” Her mood became somber enough to match her clothes and makeup. “It’s up to you of course, but I’d probably keep a low profile if I were you. Just chill here and relax for awhile. When I get back we can talk a bit more about exactly what we’re gonna do with you.” She smiled unexpectedly. “Personally, I hope you decide to hang around for awhile. You intrigue me, Mr. Wilkes…” After the door had closed, Cameron started to think about the things that were intriguing to him, and there were a lot, not the least of which was just how easily this young woman had taken him in, appearing to believe his outlandish story without judgement. Not to mention how readily she was willing to help him change his diaper. Speaking of his diaper, that was something else just as intriguing. Not only did his new one look almost exactly like a normal pair of shorts, he was also aware of how dry it felt after his big wetting in the cafeteria. It felt a bit warm, but even after sticking his hand deep down inside it, it only felt slightly damp at best. Hardly even noticeable. Incredible. With his mind spinning, Cameron started poking around the small apartment. He wouldn’t go into Noelles room in her absence, but explored everything else. “His” room had minimal furniture, just a single bed, drawers and a desk, and everything looked normal, except the bed crinkled beneath him when he sat on it. A quick inspection showed a protective bottom sheet with a quilted top, but not plastic or rubber. It crinkled when compressed, and maintained its shape, but somehow looked disposable instead of reusable. He would have liked to explore it further, but didn’t want to strip the bed down and re-make it. The refrigerator was fairly well stocked, at least for a college student, but while at first glance everything appeared normal, a closer inspection showed that while the items inside had very similar packaging to what he was used to, it was all different brand names, almost foreign, but with all with English spelling. The red soda can with the dynamic ribbon wasn’t Coca Cola, but Clark Cola. Instead of maple syrup, there was Tree-Sap syrup. In the cupboards, Chocolate Pops and Fruity Rings replaced Coco Pops and Froot Loops. The Fridge itself was branded LB. Cameron switched the television on and channel surfed. The programs were almost the same, but different. He watched an episode of “Buddies,” about a group of good looking 20-somethings that seemed to live in an apartment block, followed by a show called “Unnatural,” where two brothers in a black car battled with demons, their names were Stan and Glen. He couldn’t help but notice how all the accents were somehow “off.” Not modern day American, but nothing he could easily identify. Depending on the words pronounced, it sounded like a mish-mash of British, Modern American, Canadian and Australian dialects all jumbled together, but it was easy on the ears and there wasn’t any words that he didn’t recognise. He stood by the window and observed the street below. Everything looked clean and fresh, but he didn’t recognise the vehicles. They were predominantly smaller than he was used to, mainly hatchbacks and small SUV’s, and mostly white. One thing that kept catching his eye was the amount of people he kept seeing with pee stains on there pants. It wasn’t like very common, but much more common than anything he’d ever seen. An older teen wearing pink leggings than were heavily wet all the way down the inside of her legs to her shoes, was having an animated conversation with a group of her girlfriends on the corner, and nobody paid any attention. Four young boys of middle-school age came walking down the street together, all wearing a school uniform of blue shirt and grey shorts. Two boys had obviously wet themselves, but there wasn’t any reaction from their friends or anyone else. A middle aged businessman in a grey suit walked past, looking like one of the most normal people that Cameron had seen so far, displaying two very wet half moon stains on his bottom, a situation that the teen easily recognised right away as being caused by a diaper leak whilst sitting down. A young mother pushing a pram suddenly stopped, looked off into the distance and spread her legs. After a few seconds she glanced down at the inside legs of her jeans, then continued on her way as if nothing had happened. It was intoxicating. Suddenly, Cameron realised that he needed to pee again. His heart started hammering a bit with excitement as he thought about what he was about to do. He gave some consideration to standing in the bathroom or fetching a towel to stand on, but Noelle had assured him that the diaper he was wearing was way superior to anything that he’d ever used before. It was hard to comprehend, as from the outside it looked like a regular pair of shorts, but the quilted lining was fitting snugly around his boyhood, and still felt almost dry. He felt his cock begin to stiffen inside this weird pants/diaper combination that he wore, but with a deep breath he steadied himself enough to let go, and for the second time he felt his nappy swelling and heating up between his legs, but again nothing leaked out. These things were incredible! The sound of a key in the lock drew his attention to the front door, and Noelle entered with a smile that belied her heavy makeup. “Great! You’re still here! I wasn’t sure if you would be or not, and I’m glad,” she said, and the excitement and enthusiasm was evident in her voice. “Watcha been doing?” “Nothing much,” he replied with a nervous grin, before deciding to add a caveat that he’d always wanted to say to a pretty girl. “I, uh, just wet my pants though….”
  11. Hi guys and girls. Welcome to the new adventure! I’m super excited by this, as it’s a collaboration with one of my best friends @Buggy2013. The Bugster is a phenomenal, yet under appreciated writer on here. We have been doing personal role playing games like forever, and honestly, she leaves me for dead. This young lady will author a mainstream best seller one day, so get in on the ground floor for free. This is obviously a collaboration between her and I. As is our standard practice for years, we collaborate on the story, agree on how and when the chapter will finish, then let loose. Leaving the other to pick up the ball and run with it. We will be taking turns with chapters, unless something comes up to delay it, as it usually does. We’ve been doing shared RP stories for years, so we know what to expect. As for the story itself? It’s taken a long time for us to mutually agree on a shared storyline. This is set in like an alternate universe scenario, where diapers are a lot more mainstream than what we’re used too. We both sincerely hope that you enjoy our efforts. Chapter 1. Diaper Man. Into the Diaper Verse. The final bell of the week sounded shrilly, bringing forth a collective sigh of relief across the campus, and none sighed so deeply as Cameron Wilkes, who immediately shut his laptop down and packed it away. There was an undercurrent of excitement through the freshman class of Advanced Programming 101, as the collective group of 18-19 year olds started packing up, all ready with their own plans for the upcoming long weekend. His plans may have seemed boring to many of his classmates, but they were his plans, and he was looking forward to them. As Cameron made his way to the student parking lot, he kept his head down, aware of the whispers and not too subtle pointing that occasionally occurred behind his back. Over the past few weeks this unwanted attention had gradually waned amongst his freshman year, but he was still an object of interest amongst the wider college population. After all, you couldn’t be the son of one of the richest men on the planet and not expect to attract any attention. His appearance certainly didn’t lead itself to be anything out of the ordinary, especially considering the appearance of most of his fellow students. Dressed in Levi’s, sneakers and a plain t-shirt, he was decidedly less expensively dressed than most of his fellow students. After all, this was one of the most expensive private colleges in the country, and most of the young adults in attendance dressed in a way befitting it’s reputation. Designer clothes abounded in every direction, as did top end devices, and personal accessories. The students parking lot required navigation around luxury cars of every description. Mercedes, BMW, Lexus and Teslas were scattered throughout. It was with a sigh of relief that Cameron finally shut the door of his new Mustang, closing his eyes for a moment before starting the powerful car and pulling out. He didn’t especially enjoy the drive to and from school, but it was at least a bit less attention grabbing than being dropped off in one of the limos. The drive back to his family estate wasn’t too long, around half an hour to just past the outskirts of town, and he relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of slowly building pressure that had been building up in his bladder over the past few hours. He’d used the bathroom at lunchtime, but not since, and if anything he’d increased his fluid intake during the afternoon. By now, he was definitely feeling the need to pee building up, although not to any massive urgency just yet, but of course it would only get worse from here on in. That didn’t matter of course, as the young man already had special plans in place for emptying his bladder a bit later on that evening. A push of a button caused the massive wrought iron gates to swing open inwardly, and he followed the paved driveway up to the horseshoe shaped turnaround in front of the main house, with its impressive marble steps and columns, it’s imposing three story height towering almost menacingly over the beautifully landscaped gardens with their tastefully placed statues and fountains. He suppressed a smile at the sight of his favourite fountain, displaying a naked, winged Cupid urinating freely into a koi pond below. It was pretty much exactly as he was starting to feel right then. A sudden rumble of thunder passed overhead and he felt a large drop of rain landing on his face. The forecast thunderstorms were almost here, although they wouldn’t impede his plans at all, unless the power went out. Of course that wouldn’t be a big problem, as his house was almost completely self sufficient due the the installation of a bank of Wilkes Batteries, a storage system for the extra power supplied by the amazing array of solar panels that kept the house supplied in even the worst of blackout conditions. The impressive double doors swung open before he was halfway up the steps, held back by an immaculately dressed man wearing a suit, complete with waistcoat and bow tie. “Good afternoon young master Wilkes,” the butler said with a warm and friendly smile. “How was your day?” Cameron smiled. “It was ok thanks Curtis. But I’m glad it’s over. Tell me, did Dad make it away okay?” “He did sir. Robert delivered him to the airport with time to spare. I believe the company jet should be safely in the air by now.” Cameron smiled, and the manservant observed how the tension seemed to just melt away from the young man’s shoulders at the news that his father was safely away. It was no secret amongst the staff that the elder and younger Wilkses didn’t exactly get on very well together. “Shall I get Robert to put your car away sir?” “Yes please Curtis, that would be great. Then you and Mrs Cooper can take an early finish if you like. Robert too.” Curtis nodded his acknowledgment. “Thank you sir. But what about your dinner?” Cameron smiled. “Dads away Curtis. I feel like frozen pizza tonight, just don’t tell him!” Curtis chuckled conspiratorially. “As you wish sir. Your secret will be safe with us. Thank you sir.” Whilst he waited for the staff to leave, Cameron helped himself to a lemon mineral water, and settled himself into the leather recliner in the downstairs lounge, switched on the almost impossibly large flat screen, then crossed his legs and pinched his manhood through the denim jeans that he wore. His need to urinate was swiftly building now, and the sparkling water would only make things worse. Or better. Depending on your point of view. Cameron switched on a basketball game, although he didn’t pay any attention to it. His primary focus now was on how badly he needed to pee, and exactly how he planned to deal with it later. His stash of diapers was waiting for him hidden in the back of his upstairs computer room….. The young mans excitement level was building, but tempered by the knowledge of what would happen if he was caught again. He didn’t think that the household staff would actually narc on him, as they were all aware of the fractious relationship that he had with his father, and had all been witness to the huge argument that had transpired when his old man had discovered him wearing diapers before. Again he sighed, face automatically burning with the embarrassment of the memories. His full bladder was starting to feel uncomfortable now, so he got to his feet and started wandering aimlessly around the room, staring distractedly at the array of framed photos and pictures that adorned the walls. Most of them showed his old man shaking hands or mingling with other big business leaders or heads of state. His father had been snapped with Trump, Bezos, Musk, and many celebrities. The other pictures showed the gradual building and expansion of Wilkes Power, the largest privately owned power company on the planet. Wilkes Power had a foothold on every populated continent on the planet, dabbling in everything from nuclear, hydro, sun, wind and coal, depending on the location and resources available. Power meant POWER, however you achieved it, and the wealth it bought with it was substantial. Cameron pulled at his crotch like a little kid, as he thought back to the “Big Argument.” He’d always been a gamer. It gave him an outlet, and some much needed anonymity. After his mother had passed away just shy of his eleventh birthday, and with his already detached father becoming even more so, the world of online gaming had been a saving grace. In the beginning, he’d simply logged on and played. Sometimes online, sometimes on one of his disc based machines, and had had no trouble at all with letting himself become completely immersed in his gaming worlds. He’d become so immersed however, that he’d actually put off bathroom breaks for too long, and had wet himself on more than a few occasions. Personally, it didn’t bother him too much. In fact, he’d secretly enjoyed it, but their housekeeper/nanny of the time had reported finding his wet pants in the laundry a few times, which had resulted in a stern talking to from his dad. When he was thirteen, he had learned of other gamers wearing diapers as they played, and he’d immediately jumped at that idea. Although he was a kid, he had money, freedom, and a driver, so apart from the initial embarrassment of actually purchasing, he was easily able to procure them. They worked well, and he was always careful about hiding and disposing of them, and so got away with it for a long time. By the time he was fifteen, he was boldly purchasing diapers online and getting them shipped directly to the house. After all, his dad was hardly ever home, they arrived in discreet packages, and the staff simply delivered them to his room and left the parcel on his bed. His dream run had ended three years ago, when he had been sixteen. It was his fault, and overconfidence had played a part in it. His father was away, and after a long session Cameron had lay on his bed wearing nothing but a very wet nappy, something that he was starting to do rather frequently, as he’d discovered the personal pleasures that he associated with wearing a used diaper. But he’d fallen asleep. Then, when his dad came home early and unexpectedly, knocking on his door loud enough to wake him but not waiting for an invitation before walking in, he had been well and truly caught out. Cameron crossed his ankles at the thought. It actually hadn’t been too bad. He clumsily explained about how he liked to wear while gaming, and although his old man had been annoyed and weirded out, it hadn’t gone any further than young Cameron promising not to do it anymore. The second time he’d been caught was much worse. His package had arrived, but one of the staff had mistakenly left in in his fathers study. When dad had opened it up, he had hit the roof. Cameron had been made to stand in front of the staff while his father loudly berated him, then the staff were all instructed to not leave any more packages unopened for his son, before grounding him for a week without any gaming or phone. Overall, for a sixteen year old, it had been utterly mortifying, and Cameron was sure that the household staff all looked differently at him from then on. But, time marches on. He never ordered diapers online again, but after getting his license and own car, he occasionally bought them himself, smuggling them inside when his father wasn’t home. He made sure that he only ever wore them when he was home alone, and never disposed of them in the household trash. His opportunity to wear was diminished, although he knew that he had more opportunity to wear than other diaper loving kids his own age, and he taught himself patience, using them only when he was sure that he would be left alone. Tonight was one of those times. His father would be out of the country for a few days, and once the staff left, he would be free to put one on. The staff were ready to leave within twenty uncomfortable minutes, in which time Cameron had started to physically do a potty dance. When the knock on the door occurred, he had to take stern control of himself to stay calm and settled, and bid them farewell for the night, hoping that none of them noticed the little beads of sweat that were forming just below his hairline as he struggled to hold onto to his pee. After some last minute dallying and reassurance from him that it was okay to leave early, he closed and locked the door, and ran up the stairs holding his cock tightly through his jeans. Cameron’s mind was racing along with his heartbeat. His desire to wear and wet a diaper was foremost in his mind, but not the only thing. There was something else that he was almost as excited for. Cameron had been intrigued by the mysterious Dark Web. Not for any nefarious or even particular reason, except it was there, he was a computer whiz, and he needed to explore it for himself. The past month or so had been an intense project of building a super fast computer that could link up through multiple servers and various IP accounts around the world, to finally give him the chance to get in, explore, and get back out without being observed or detected. This was paramount. As important a figure as his father was, and knowing how various security agencies worldwide monitored Deep Web activity, he really couldn’t afford to be caught. His computer had been ready for weeks, but he had spent just as long working on a way to keep his presence untraceable. So long as he didn’t actually buy anything or download anything that would raise a flag, he was convinced that he could now come and go as he pleased. Tonight was the big test. He would diaper up, wet, then settle in for the greatest computer journey of his life, all in a delicious, wet fluffy heavenly diaper. A loud crack of thunder hit, loud enough to make him jump just as he reached his own personal computer room. His bladder twitched, and he felt a tiny squirt in his pants. It wasn’t much, but the mirror in the room showed a small wet patch on his Levi’s. He grinned. He’d almost had a real accident! That was unheard of and very exciting! It was like the ultimate thrill for a pants or diaper wetting aficionado. But as exciting as a pants wetting could be, it couldn’t compare to the thrill of wearing a diaper. He wasted no time in delving into to the pack that was stuffed away in the alcove/closet area, and pulling out a large, pull up style adult diaper. It’s physical appearance wasn’t as much of a turn on as the ABDL style diapers that he’d previously bought online, but these were easily available locally, cheap, effective, and still so God-Damn cute in a different sort of way that they still held an appeal for him. At the end of the day, diapers were diapers, and they were all appealing in their own way. He almost didn’t make it. Another tiny dribble leaked out when he started unfolding the big nappy. Simply the sight and feel of it was enough to cause an involuntary leak, which was such a turn on by itself, as real, genuine accidents weren’t easy to facilitate. The average person with reasonable bladder control would only experience a bladder control loss under the most exceptional circumstances, so any genuine loss of control was something special, something to be savoured, if you someone who secretly got off on that sort of thing of course. Cameron kicked his shoes off, using alternate feet to complete the task, one foot at a time before removing his pants. He then wasted no time at all, quickly stepping into the big pull up. A discarded pair of baggy grey sweatpants laid scrunched up on the floor beside the desk, a pair of dirty socks balled up inside. He remembered getting hot last night, and taking his sweats and socks off. He shook the pants out, and wasted no time stepping into them, pulling them up so tight between his legs, that the waistband was up over his stomach, old man style. Cameron would later think back and try to decide if he’d actually gotten the sweatpants pulled up before he lost control, the same as he would try and decipher whether he’d actually lost control or simply given up. After all, perhaps he could’ve/should’ve lasted a bit longer? Shouldn’t/Couldn’t he? Regardless. He hitched his sweats up and let go…… A torrent of hot pee erupted from his boyhood, which was safely nestled inside its special padded cocoon, quickly overwhelming it, then spreading the hot wetness in every direction, but especially downwards. These diapers were good, and well trusted by Cameron, but even he knew the difference between the diapers capacity to hold multiple small, gentle wettings over a period of time, compared to a full on soaking explosion such as this. As the padding between his legs swelled and warmed, he gritted his teeth with a grin, and waited for the inevitable leak. The wait wasn’t long. He felt a trickling warmth on the inside of his right thigh, and didn’t even attempt to restrain the grin of pleasure that he got when he looked down, and saw the dark wet patch on the inside of his leg and crotch area, where the diapers leg guard had failed, complete with the accompanying wet stripe that ran down his right leg, stopping just short of his white sock. He clamped down hard, managing to stop the flow before he completely emptied his bladder. Cameron sighed again, but this time with contentment. He was home. Safe and alone. Diapered and wet. Nobody would ever know. Cameron waddled over to the small bar fridge for another drink. He planned many more peeing games yet. A flash of lightning followed almost immediately by an enormous crack of lightning made him jump again as he penguin walked back to his desk where he sat down with a wet squelch in his chair, a thick towel folded on top for protection, the sodden padding pushing up underneath his balls, a constant reminder that he had wet himself, and not entirely on purpose. He wiggled his soggy butt into the chair as he fired his desktop system up, and slipped his sneakers on again. He preferred the laptop usually, but he simply couldn’t get enough processing power with it. He’d personally built this desktop system especially to cope with Dark Web access. Three screens, two keyboards, multiple access and backup via a myriad of fake identity accounts. Completely untraceable. Instant exit capability with automatic burning of all files and footprint. He was ready. While his left hand played distractedly with the wet patch on his pants, Cameron’s right hand was typing in the first of five, eighteen digit passwords that he had memorised. It was concentration time. He drank deeply from his fresh bottle. No matter what happened, he needed to be juiced up enough to pee his diaper again later. Accessing the dark web wasn’t as hard as a lot of people think, but accessing it in a way that was untraceable was an entirely different kettle of fish. Cameron patiently logged on through a series of burner accounts that he’d been carefully setting up over the past few weeks. Each account was highly secure, and he would be bouncing his signal around the globe, making it virtually impossible to trace anything back to his home computer. It was time consuming, but necessary. Lightning suddenly flared from outside his closed curtains, followed almost instantaneously by the largest crack of thunder yet, and Cameron grinned to himself as he squeezed his swollen diaper through the wet patch on his pants. The storm seemed like a perfect scenario for what he was doing, making him feel like a supervillain in a Marvel movie. His need to pee hadn’t diminished fully, after all, he had been holding for hours before letting go, and had stopped peeing well before his bladder had completely emptied. He drank deeply, slightly loosening his holding muscles for a few seconds, taking his eyes off the screen for a moment to watch a fresh wet spot appear on the other side of his pants, with his heavily swollen diaper leaking from the leg guards because he was sitting down. The front of his pants was now wet on both inner thighs, and his hand ran underneath his bottom, feeling a large round wet spot on his backside. He hoped that the folded towel that he was sitting on would protect his chair. He clamped down on his holding muscles again, feeling his penis twitching with frustration inside his soggy diaper. Although his bladder wasn’t as full as it had been before, the combination of partially relieving himself, his seated position, and the thick, fluffy warm padding cupping his testicles accelerated his urgency back to the levels it had been before his initial wetting. He shifted in his seat. He really did need to go again rather badly, but decided to wait until he was safely entrenched inside the dark web. Once inside, he would take a break, wet his diaper one more time, then change into a fresh one and dry pants before continuing. He enjoyed the feeling of urgency almost as much as he enjoyed wetting, and he was looking forward to experiencing a lot more of both as the night grew longer. He must show restraint and patience with everything he did, go step by step. He needed to be ready to hit his built in escape code should he need to exit the web quickly. Perhaps he should put his pizza in the oven first? He was getting hungry. He would get into the web, pee in his diaper, get changed, then eat before he got too distracted with his explorations. That sounded like a good plan. He took another long drink. Keeping his fluid levels up was important while he was enjoying a good diaper play session. Ugh! He quickly crossed his legs tightly. All of a sudden he’d almost wet himself accidentally! As exciting as that might be, he didn’t want that distraction just then. He just needed a few more minutes, then he’d let go and enjoy. His fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, opening up many pathways with various codes. Another bladder twitch caused him to pause and wince. He was absolutely bursting! Pushing his chair back, he stood up, feeling his sweatpants clinging tightly to his inner legs, and his toes scrunched up tightly inside his sneakers, and took a shaky inhalation of breath. His left hand found its way onto the wet patch between his legs as he put firm pressure on the front of his diaper, which felt very heavy and saggy now he was standing. Last code. One more minute. Ankles crossed, penis twitching, hunched forward, and extremely desperate, his right hand typed in the last code. The screen went black. What the fuck? Then it went green. A different shade of green that he couldn’t remember seeing before, and a swirling symbol appeared in the middle. He was in! Cameron entered “Using Diapers” as a search option, as he prepared to step back and use his own once again. If he didn’t let go on purpose within the next minute or so, he was going to lose control anyway. Perhaps he could do so while watching some deep web content of other people using their own as well? Perhaps even a live stream? Lightning flared again, bigger and brighter than ever, and the atmosphere somehow changed. Cameron felt the hairs on his arms standing up, and he waited for the thunder. But there wasn’t any. His room suddenly developed a greenish tinge to it, and suddenly swirled around him. He felt himself somehow dissolving, melting into a billion molecules, and he fell forward, his face heading towards the monitors. Instinctively he put his hand out to stop the impact, but there wasn’t any. Cameron fell THROUGH the middle monitor instead, and felt his disembodied self somehow travelling at extreme speed along the information super highway…
  12. There will be more. I know what the next couple of chapters will be. But I’ve had trouble with the inspiration to write lately, hence the delay with finishing this. I’ll try again after the next story.
  13. Thanks mate. Glad you enjoyed it! Got something interesting in the pipeline, so stay tuned!
  14. Sorry for the delay everyone, but it’s finally done. The final chapter! There’s something very exciting in the pipeline too, so stay tuned….. Chapter 39. Talk about feeling completely demoralised! I felt as if my entire life was spiraling out of control just then, and the tears started flowing again, this time without me trying to stop them. I threw a towel onto the bench seat and slumped there, my head resting on my crossed arms that were folded on the table, while I gave in to a series of wracking sobs. I started to get myself under control again, when I suddenly peed again without warning, and that set me off once more. “Paige! For heaven’s sake! Snap out of it,” AV implored with a hint of disgust in her voice. DV chimed in as well. “Yeah! What SHE said! Really Paigey, it’s not the end of the world! Nobody knows you, apart from Elsie and Ti, and you had your mask on! Why are you carrying on like this?” They were right, and I knew it, and I immediately began to calm down. Angel Voice whispered something else about me being moody on my period, and I actually snorted, and eventually even giggled a bit. Now that I thought back on it from within the safe confines of my personal castle, my over-the-top reaction seemed rather silly. After all, nobody apart from my neighbors could recognise me, and wetting your pants really isn’t a super big deal anyway. It had happened to me on multiple occasions during the years, including around friends and family, and never once had I ever experienced such an overly exaggerated breakdown like that! Angel Voice was right. I was being hormonal. I actually chuckled a little bit. My imaginary conscious voice new me better than I knew myself. After some of the embarrassments that I’d dealt with lately, like peeing my pants outside the shops and having Ti seeing me wet, AND in a diaper, then this was small change. I felt my inner strength beginning to return, and after a few moments of relaxing thoughts, I was able to finally get up and start dealing with it. It began with taking my stained and wet trainers off and dumping them in a bucket to soak, before cleaning myself up as best I could, before changing into an old dress and heading to the ablution block. Fifteen minutes later I was back home, freshly showered and cleaned, plus safely padded again in a clean kiddie pull up, my dress stashed safely away in a drawer again. Looking at my reflection, I paused to admire how cute I looked again in a fresh butterfly pull up, short pink t-shirt and pink ankle socks, but while I liked the look, it didn’t turn me on this time. Although I was clean, I felt frumpy and grumpy, and I didn’t hesitate to throw my old dressing gown on to cover up my cute little look. Being on my period always manages to make me feel somehow unattractive, which is dumb, but I can’t help it. “Don’t fret Paige,” AV told me. “This is just another experiment now, remember? You’ll get to see how effective your special pants are at this time of month.” She was right of course, and it did cheer me up. I’d been playing around with this idea of using my pull ups for my period, and my natural journalistic inquisitiveness had taken over again. I imagined that they’d work really well, assuming I didn’t pee myself and leak everywhere of course, but that wasn’t any different to doing the same thing with a pad or tampon in. It was more a matter of finding out if it made me feel unclean or not. If it did, I could always wear a pad inside my diaper, just to get the same feelings I was used too. I’d have to buy some of course, as I’d deliberately neglected to do so for just this experiment. I poured myself a wine, which made AV mildly berate me for drinking on an empty stomach, and so early in the day, but DV stood up to her staunchly, and she retreated back into wherever it is the voices go when they’re not bothering me, lol. After a smoke and my wine, I felt much better, although somehow fidgety and unsettled. I simply couldn’t be bothered trying to write, and didn’t want to actually go anywhere, but needed to keep occupied at the same time. Yoga was the key I realised. I cleared the coffee table out, and laid a thick towel on my yoga mat, just in case. With my current favourite album wafting out through my Bluetooth speakers, I proceeded to stretch and relax, finally letting my mind go almost completely blank. I eventually broke out of my peaceful reverie when a sharp jet of pee shot out while I was laying on my back and extending my legs, so I scrambled quickly to my feet, pulled down my nappy and peed into the bucket. Once I’d finished, I closely examined the padded lining of my diaper, and although it was a bit wet, it was already stained from my menstruations, so I changed into another one in the hope of maintaining my freshness. Now I certainly wouldn’t recommend that any girl who wants to feel clean on her cycle should pee into a bucket, because it’s not the best feeling, but the alternatives of wetting my nappy or trying to make it to the toilet weren’t fantastic options either, so I accepted it. This would be a bit of a downside to living in a place without an indoor toilet or shower, but if it was only a minor issue once a month, then I could learn to live with it. I needed another wine, but made a chicken sandwich to go with it, more to allay my guilt rather than anything to do with feeling hungry, and I consumed it with the wine. It wasn’t even eleven o’clock yet, and the two glasses of wine had a higher than usual intoxicating effect on my, relaxing me into a tipsy, calm state, helped along by having food in my tummy. Suddenly I yawned, as a wave of drowsiness swept over me. I guess a combination of exercise, alcohol, food, a shower, and wildly running emotions and hormones all combined to create a perfect storm of weariness. My unmade bed was looking like a safe haven that I was now badly craving. After folding a protective towel across the bed, and peeing in the bucket once more for good measure, I lay down, dressed in nothing more than my shirt, diaper and socks. Sleep didn’t come easy though. My brain kept spinning, going over and over the details of the past week again and again. I kept shifting around, trying to get into a comfortable position and fall asleep, but I couldn’t. Every time I almost dropped off, another memory would float across my mind. Some were mortifying, like what had just happened, or Ti seeing my wet pants or diaper, or losing control outside the shops. Others were intoxicating and exciting, involving my secret experiments and cute diapers and trainers. I gravitated between wanting to masturbate, and changing my identity and fleeing the country. I yawned, feeling frustrated, when a new, third voice spoke up from inside my mind, sounding like a mixture between Angel and Devil combined. “Why are you doing this to yourself Paige?” It asked kindly. “Stop fighting and second guessing yourself! It doesn’t really matter what the reason is, the FACT is, for the moment at least, you ARE currently virtually incontinent. You don’t have to justify it, nor do you owe anybody any explanation as to how or why. You DO NOT have to explain to a single person at all how or why it’s happened. Not to Mum, Max, Elsie, or anybody! You are definitely not the only adult in the world with this problem. “YES, you need to do something about it, but that’s YOUR problem, nobody else’s. Go to the fucking Doctor, concentrate on re-training yourself PROPERLY, but STOP OVER-ANALYSING IT! “You are having problems with holding your urine and keeping your pants dry. You’re not the only one. That’s exactly why they make diapers to fit adults. For Gods sake, you’re stronger than this! Stop hiding and crying over a situation that YOU CREATED! “THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD!” I snuggled down cozily into the bedding, found myself smiling, and dozed off, waking up two hours later in a wet diaper, but feeling 100% better than I had earlier, with a newfound confidence and resolution. This time when I changed my nappy, I didn’t pay much attention to it at all. I didn’t admire my reflection first, nor did I squeeze or rub it. I only gave the inside padding a cursory glance, and that was more to check on my period flow, before I cleaned myself up with a clinical coldness, and applied more nappy rash ointment before stepping into an adult pull up. The wine and sleep had left a furry feeling in my mouth, and I craved a Coke, so I had one, feeling nothing special about doing so. The past had taught me that soda wasn’t always a great option, and recently I’d been using it for just that exact option, but this time was different. I wasn’t having one in an attempt to have an accident, but at the same time I felt no guilt whatsoever in having it. Yes, it could potentially irritate my bladder, but I would try and be careful, and if I did have an accident, I would be wearing a nappy anyway. That’s exactly what they were for. This is what being a responsible adult was all about. Choosing when to treat yourself, and being able to make choices regarding the outcome of your actions. If you drank too much alcohol, you might get a hangover. This didn’t stop millions of people choosing to drink excessively every day, then living with the consequences of their actions without feeling it necessary to make excuses to anyone else. Dammit. I was a thirsty adult, and I wanted a Coke. I would take steps to ensure that I was careful about using the toilet, (or bucket) but if I DID have an accident, my diaper would protect me. That’s exactly what they were for. If anyone found I was wearing it, I didn’t owe them even the slightest explanation at all. I felt as if I’d found a kind of inner peace. Perhaps my experiments might be nearly over? After all, I’d accrued a lot of personal data about the effectiveness of my various products, and now knew with a fair degree of certainty what would work and what wouldn’t. As long as I didn’t set myself up for a big, public accident, I would be able to control my issues with the selection of products available to me. The kids pull ups would be sufficient under normal conditions to wear in public for my long term issues of light leakage caused by stress incontinence, while the adult ones would be good to wear to bed, or in a situation where a toilet may not be readily or easily available, like at a concert for example. Mind you, I was starting to think that going to a concert might be years away while we kept hitting lockdown conditions all the time. Regardless of whatever style of protection that I chose, it was going to be a fact of life for me moving forward that I would need to be careful with my fluid intake, and with trying to regularly use a toilet whilst out. I drained my Coke, and felt no excitement, worry, or shame in doing so. Yes, it would probably make me pee, but I could do that in the bucket any time I chose, or go to the toilet. If I had an accident, it would be just that, an accident, and that’s exactly what my diaper was for. As long as I was careful, and tried hard not to wet myself, that was all that mattered. If I did wet myself, it simply shouldn’t matter to me, nor anybody else. I felt empowered. My phone rang. It was my mum. I won’t transcribe the conversation, except for the part that matters. The part of the conversation that we always have where she not-so-subtly asks how I am. “So, how have you been Paigey?” “Yeah. Pretty good mum, you?” “I’m good sweetie. But how’s your little problem going? Getting any better?” Every time. She always makes mention of my occasional stress incontinence. Like why does she even care? My little leaks have been going on forever! It was time to say something. “Actually mum, now that you ask, it’s been getting a bit worse….” I then went on to explain (loosely and without a lot of relevant details of course) how my incontinence had gotten worse. I told her that I’d wet the bed a few times and taken to wearing a diaper while sleeping. Then I told her that I’d completely wet myself on my morning jog. She was concerned of course, and made me swear that I’d go to the doctors as soon as I could, but I didn’t falter or try to deflect the conversation. I don’t want to over use the word “Empowering,” but that’s the only way to describe it. I told my mum I was wearing diapers to bed at least, and was having accidents, but I was dealing with it. Our call was interrupted by another incoming call warning. My boss, Max was ringing. I hastily made my parental goodbyes and took her call instead. In short, it was a similar conversation. She wanted to know if I’d be available to come into the office for a meeting with rest of the staff, instead of a zoom call. “Actually Max, this is kind of embarrassing, but I’d rather not if I don’t have to. I’m battling a bit of a health issue at the moment.” Max chuckled, but in a concerned way. “What’s up Paige? You haven’t caught a case of The ‘Rona have you?” I gave her a chuckle in return. “No, but I almost wish it was that. I’ve developed some sort of bladder issue. I keep wetting myself all the time!” To say she was shocked would be an understatement, but she recovered quickly and was incredibly supportive. Max is a wonderful people manager. She didn’t ask anymore questions, just said that she understood, wished me well, and made me promise to keep her informed. So that was two confessions made, mum, and work. I’d got through both conversations with only a modicum of embarrassment, although that may have been helped by the fact that they had been over the phone. Could I be so calm in person, face to face? Only one way to find out! I’d go and visit Elsie and Tiana. At 3pm, (giving Ti time to finish any online lessons,) I found myself knocking on the door of Elsie’s van with a shaking hand. I smoothed my skirt down at the back, feeling the thick adult nappy that was hidden underneath and held in place by some flesh coloured pantyhose. I could feel it, and although my mirror had declared that it wasn’t noticeable, my hand declared otherwise. “Don’t sweat it Paige,” Devil Voice advised. “They’re gonna know about it shortly anyway.” She was right, and I stopped rubbing my butt a full second before my elderly neighbour opened her door. Elsie was polite enough to feign surprise at my visit, even though I had told her earlier that I’d call in, and I’m sure she couldn’t have forgotten the blubbering mess in the piss soaked shorts that had made the promise. I would probably be cringing at that memory forever. Tiarni was sitting at the table in front of her laptop, and she gave an excited squeal of “Hi Paige,” as she shut it down before scrambling to her feet to greet me. The hug was unexpected, but really nice, and I pretended not to notice when Elsie pulled her granddaughter’s pants up properly, hiding the waistband of the pull up that had been sticking out over the top. I was more embarrassed about my own situation to really care one way or another about anyone else’s visible padding. I was seated comfortably on the sofa, while Elsie made tea and produced some delicious home made cookies, and after some small talk, I began to speak openly about my visit, and what had happened earlier. I will admit that I perhaps didn’t tell the complete truth, but I didn’t really lie either, just omitted to mention some pertinent facts about deciding to try diapers out as an experiment, or discovering how much I loved them. “I need to talk to you girls about what happened earlier,” I started, finding it difficult to make eye contact, and when Elsie tried to reassure me that it wasn’t necessary, I held up a polite hand to stop her, and explained that I actually NEEDED to talk about it, for my own sake at least. I started off slowly and uncomfortably, with a bit of stammering and stuttering, but the more I talked, the better I felt about it. I explained to both of them that I’d always had a slightly weak bladder, and brushed over how leaking pee when I coughed or sneezed had always been an issue. After Elsie took my hand and said that she absolutely fully understood that, and that it had been happening to her for many years, I started to relax and speak more freely. Soon my barriers were down, and I was telling some funny stories about some of my bigger accidents, including how I would wet the bed if I drank too much, which is when it was Ti’s turn to take my hand and tell me so solemnly that SHE certainly could understand my problem with that! I guess you had to be there, but it was kind of cute, lol. “Then I moved in here, and things started getting worse,” I explained. “The toilet block is close, but not always close enough,” I said, which made the older and younger girls pass a nod and a very knowing look between themselves. “I’ll find myself suddenly needing to go, but once I step outside and start walking, it becomes urgent really quickly, and I can’t always hold on. I began wetting myself on the way to the toilet! That’s what happened on that day that you saw me there Ti.” “Toldya Nan!” Tiarni exclaimed triumphantly, giving Elsie a victorious smirk, before blushing brightly at what she had just said, basically admitting to me that she had told her grandmother about seeing me in wet pants earlier in my stay here. She turned back to me, cheeks flushed red, and quickly stammered an explanation. “Sorry Paige. But you seen me doing the ‘zact same thing, remember? I hadda accident on the way to the toilet too! Remember? So I guess I told Nan about it, cause it kinda made me feel better seeing someone else having one to, ‘specially a grownup!” Elsie patted Ti’s hand lovingly, and took a breath before addressing me herself. “Paige, sweetie, believe me, we understand, don’t we Ti?” The girl blushed deeper, but kept her head up and maintained eye contact with he as her grandmother explained. “I’m an old lady, Paige. My plumbing isn’t as good as it once was, not by a long way, especially at night. Tiarni cant always hold on long enough either, especially when she’s doing her schoolwork. It’s a long walk to have a wee if you’ve been holding on for a long time, like she has to do while doing schoolwork. Then there’s the nighttimes. Neither of us want to walk to the toilets in the dark, and I won’t let her go by herself, but it’s hard to get these old legs moving sometimes. Plus if Ti wakes up during the night and needs to go, by the time she’s woken me up, it’s too late. That’s why we both wear protection. Ti for school and sleep, and me at nights. We simply couldn’t live without it. My son doesn’t approve of my letting her wear pull-ups, but then again I don’t approve of a lot of things that he does, and since Ti lives with me, I think it’s my call. After all, it’s so much cheaper and easier to throw a few nappies out instead of having to wash loads of sheets everyday! That laundromat is so expensive!” With everyone’s embarrassment out in the open, things became so much easier to talk about. I found myself telling them about how I’d been experimenting with different forms of protection, and they were surprised that I could still fit into kids pull ups! I explained that wet pants that morning had been a result of my “Thick Underwear” leaking. (I neglected to use the term Training Pants.” My explanations eventually came to an end with my saying how it had now gotten to a point where I wasn’t going to continue to try and hide it anymore, but was going to seek some medical advice, and do whatever was necessary to keep living my life, with or without diapers. Our conversation finished with the three of us sharing a group hug outside the door, as I turned to leave. I started walking back to my van when the urge to pee suddenly hit me, a result of the two cups of tea and can of soda that I’d consumed. I walked straight past my van and headed towards the toilet block, but I didn’t make it. As had been my recent experience, the mere sight of the toilet block was an automatic signal for my bladder to let go, and I began pissing myself without redemption while still a few meters away. I stopped in my tracks, and spread my legs slightly as the hot wetness soaked into my adult diaper. I glanced around nonchalantly, feeling no shame whatsoever, and saw nobody around, so I made no attempt at all to stop it from happening. I simply stood there and soaked my nappy without a care, then turned around and went back home again, feeling almost no emotions at all. I felt no shame, no embarrassment, and no guilt. I had genuinely tried to make it, but hadn’t been able to, and that was fine. It was why I was wearing a nappy in the first place. I also felt no real sexual turn on at all, probably because it had been a real accident and not something that I’d done on purpose. I will admit to feeling a little bit cute though, and that was nice. I like feeling cute. To my surprise, Angel and Devil remained silent as well, so I guess even they knew the difference between an unavoidable accident versus naughty playtime. Once inside, I took a deep breath as I relaxed, before taking my shirt and skirt off. Dressed only in a diaper, pantyhose and sleeveless undershirt, I sat down on a towel at my computer, and began to type. Maybe because my mind and conscience was now clear, I’m not sure, but the words just flowed out of me, as did my urine occasionally, although I wouldn’t stop writing to get up. A few hours later, and my pantyhose were soaked, as was the towel I was sitting on, my diaper having given up ages ago, but my novel was almost finished. I wrote more in that few hours than at any other time, and even upon re-reading it later, I found almost no mistakes. A few edits and a lot of reading later, and three days later I made use of my journalistic contacts and rang a publisher that I’d met a few times through work, who was more than happy to give it a cursory glance for me, then offer some advice as to what I should do next. A week after I sent it to her, I received a reply email, that almost took my breath away, especially considering how she had worded it. I guess because we knew each other it was sent with a little bit less professionalism than would normally have been the case. “Dear Paige. This is fucking brilliant! I want it! Get yourself an agent my dear girl, as we have some serious negotiations to go through!” She then listed a few contacts, with one in particular who she thought would be most interested, and suggested that she forward my story on to her, which I hastily agreed to. Two weeks went by, and I was beginning to think the worst, until I received an e-mail telling me that the agent was just as impressed as what the publisher had been, and it had a contract attached to it… Eventually we agreed on a three book deal, and there were whispers about television rights for a mini-series as well, but nothing has happened along those lines yet, although cheque that they sent me was VERY generous, much more so than what a brand new novelist could usually expect! I knew just what to do with the money as well….. After contacting my builder, some of my new found wealth changed hands, and a fully self contained granny flat was added to the backyard of my new house. Six months later, and we moved in. Yes. We. Now I live in the main house, and spend my days writing, my days of being the worlds worst journalist are long behind me as I’m working on finishing my second book. Elsie and Tiarni live in the flat, at no charge. I simply enjoy their company so much. I know it won’t be forever, as Elsie will only get older as will Ti, and eventually they will both move on, but it gives them some much needed space and a lot more dignity now. I believe that Ti still wets the bed sometimes, but doesn’t need a diaper during the day, which is great, because school went back, and she’s doing really well. As for me? I saw my doctor and had tests done, but no problems were found. I’ve been doing kegel exercises daily, and although my stress incontinence is a lot better, I still wear diapers everyday, as my urge incontinence is still an issue. Not to mention when I’m writing or in bed, I simply enjoy the freedoms that wearing gives me, and I still enjoy wetting myself on purpose! So there you have it guys and girls. My little story about how I became incontinent through wearing diapers! I hope you all enjoyed it. Oh! Devil and Angel still talk to me all the time, and I wouldn’t have it any other way!
  15. Chapter 38 As expected, my bladder control was basically non-existent for the duration of the day. Although I wanted to keep playing with my new panties, I also wanted to save them for some other experiments, like wearing in public, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep them dry for very long just then. It was only a minor disappointment anyway, which was quickly vanquished by double diapering myself in a Goodnite and adult pull up combination. It was a smart move on my behalf, as I had an OAB attack a bit later on that day, which completely soaked through both nappies, as they were already more than a little bit wet by then. I hand washed the wet trainers and socks, and hung them on my small clothes line outside, safely hidden from view by some well placed towels. My OAB attack was the only real time that I was fully aware of being about to wet myself, as I suddenly felt it coming on like a freight train, but every other accident just kept happening all by themselves, and surprisingly frequently at that. I guess it didn’t help that I continued to drink anything I could get my hands on though. It got so bad that I didn’t even bother trying to go to the toilet that evening, choosing to poop in my diaper instead of risking the walk. I actually didn’t mind doing that, although the smell does linger in a small van, lol. The next morning, I woke up wet again. More than wet. Saturated. I’d worn two diapers to bed the night before, and they were soaked. I don’t remember waking up at all, and I certainly hadn’t wet myself on purpose either, but judging by the state of my padding, I must’ve completely emptied my bladder at least a couple of times if not more. I had even leaked a bit, leaving a saucer sized wet spot on my sheets. “Paige, you have to stop this nonsense,” AV intoned gravely. “For goodness sake, just stop drinking so damn much!” I sighed. She was right. I wasn’t actually upset about it, as I’d set myself up for it, but I knew that it had to stop. It was time to stop playing around and experimenting for awhile, and to try and claw back my bladder control again, unless I was playing of course! But playtime would have to be just that. Something to be done by choice, not something that I’d force upon myself anymore. I touched myself firmly through the soaked double padding, and hissed a bit with discomfort. I was starting to feel a bit sore and irritated down there, and I knew that I was starting to get a diaper rash from staying in wet stuff for too long. It was a relief to pull my protection off and feel the cool air down there, and I could see how irritated my skin looked in the mirror. I squatted over the bucket and peed, wincing a bit as it felt like the skin around that area was burning, and it was enough that I didn’t take any pleasure at all from my illicit indoor act. I gently patted myself dry, before using a wet wipe to gingerly clean myself, then applied lots of lanolin cream to the affected area, which felt nice. I felt a bit dirty to be honest, and badly wanted a shower, but I’d already committed myself mentally into going for a jog, although the main reason was to try out my new panties while I did so. As discussed before, I always leak a bit when I run, so I was keen to test their effectiveness out. I picked the plain white trainers to wear, adding white ankle socks and a t-shirt, before making a coffee and doing some stretches on my yoga mat. I didn’t put my shorts on just then, in case I leaked before I started running. I was a bit anxious as I stretched out in a few poses, fully expecting to suddenly wet myself as I exerted and strained, but apparently my bladder was once again back to its old self, as untrustworthy as it was at times. I finished my coffee, took a big drink of water, and peed into the bucket one last time before putting my baggy black running shorts on. I couldn’t help being just a little bit naughty though, deliberately choosing not to wipe myself afterwards, allowing the quilted inner liner of my training pants to soak up the few remaining drops that hung onto my slightly prickly pussy. I made a mental note to remember to take my razor to the showers later, although I wasn’t sure how comfortable it would be trying to shave whilst having a diaper rash! It was a bit hard to begin with, but after a few minutes I broke through the discomfort barrier and the endorphins started flowing. Speaking of flowing, I was extremely conscious of my padded underpants and how they felt between my legs with the little wet spot, but I was convinced that they were unnoticeable under my shorts, as I’d spent a bit of time in front of the mirror double and triple checking! Although I knew they were discreet, it was such a naughty feeling knowing that I was wearing such a childish garment out in public, and I liked it. It made me feel super cute! I was halfway through my run before the first accident happened. I’d stopped for a quick drink and to catch my breath, and as the cool water reached the back of my throat, I felt my bladder suddenly twitch, and I clamped down hard on my holding muscles as a little bit of pee leaked out. This mini accident actually cheered me up a bit though, simply because I’d felt it happening, even before it did. This was a 100% improvement on yesterday, when my pee hole had seemed to be replaced with a broken tap. I was happy to take it as a positive sign that I could eventually retrain myself properly if I behaved. A very quick tug on my crotch told me that my shorts were still dry, at least on the outside, and I capped my water bottle and headed back on the return leg. But as I headed home, the urge to pee again properly started to build up. I guess it was easy to focus on after what I’d been doing, but thinking about it didn’t help much. In fact, it was making it worse very quickly. To begin with I felt a very slight need, but literally within a minute or so it ballooned out to a feeling of urgency. “Good girl Paige! You can feel it and control it,” AV whispered encouragingly, but I didn’t fully believe her. I could definitely feel it, but I had my doubts over the control aspect, although it was nice to actually feel disaster brewing before it happened. I was right and she was wrong. A minute or so later and I felt warmth, followed by a tickling sensation on my leg. I glanced down as I ran, seeing a little trail of moisture glistening in the sun as it wiggled its way down to my knee. I touched myself on the crotch again as I ran, and this time I could feel wetness, quite a bit of it in fact, but the trickling stopped after a couple of seconds, but it was enough to make a wet spot visible on my shorts. I rounded the last corner and hit what I thought of as The Home Straight. The caravan park was only about a kilometre away, but I knew that I wasn’t going to make it. As I jogged past a closed shopping centre, I felt an OAB attack coming on, and I was completely powerless to prevent it. I swear to God, my pee hole was actually beginning to throb, and the tightness I felt in my lower abdomen was increasing by the second. It was one of the scariest moments of my life. I was trapped in public, with next to zero privacy, and I was about to lose complete control of my bladder. The traffic on the main road was busy, especially for a lockdown, but I guess it is a major thoroughfare after all. Also, to make matters worse, I wasn’t alone on the sidewalk anymore. There were people walking towards me, as well as pedestrians on the other side of the road, both in front and behind me. The feeling of quivering tightness in my lower regions was getting steadily worse with each pounding step I took, and the wet patch between my legs was starting to chafe, meaning I simply couldn’t continue to run any longer. My eyes lit upon a closed furniture store which had a little glassed off entrance and roof out the front. The glass partitions sat upon aluminium panels that were about four foot tall, and it was the only private spot I could see in any direction, so I did a funny looking penguin style waddle in its direction, dreading what I was about to do. I stood inside the small alcove and surveyed the nearly empty parking lot that spread out in a vast concrete vista in front of me. My idea had been that I would pull down my shorts and have a sneaky wee where nobody could see me, but it wouldn’t work like that I discovered. There were people sitting in a couple of cars a few rows back but right in front of me, probably doing a drug deal I suppose, and a few other random individuals cutting through the car park on their allowed daily walk. A fresh warmth on my leg told me that time had run out, and there was absolutely no way I could be pulling my pants down in here, leaving me with no choice. I stood close to the aluminium panels, trying to shield my lower body from view, just as my body declared that enough was finally enough. My entire body shivered with pent up nervousness and dread as a huge explosion of hot piss erupted inside my training pants, immediately overwhelming the already wet fabric, only pausing for a second before exploding through my shorts and cascading down my legs, soaking my socks and filling my sneakers with hot liquid. A torrent of shame splattered noisily onto the cement between my legs as a massive puddle started to form, then turned into a river that ran out underneath the panels and into the car park itself. I was looking around everywhere, praying that nobody was watching or approaching me as the puddle turned into a lake, and the sticky pee fully coated my bare legs. My shorts got completely drenched almost all the way up to the drawstring waist, and even though they were black, the huge round wet spot was highly visible. It’s hard to say how long I stood in that alcove pissing in my pants like a naughty little girl, and although it was only seconds, it seemed to drag on for hours. Days even. I stared through the glass in horror as my river of wee ran across the bitumen heading to a grate, with steam rising up from it in the cold air. I was praying that nobody was watching me or even looking in my direction, because it wouldn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure out what I was doing. It was the most mortifying experience of my entire life. Once I’d finished, I felt completely and utterly helpless. I didn’t have a change of clothes, or even a handkerchief to wipe my legs with. My training pants were hanging heavily underneath my pee stained shorts, and rivulets of liquid continued to run freely down my wet legs. Crouching over forward to get a better look only squashed more pee out, and it looked like I had a tennis ball or something in the front of my pants. I looked around nervously, wondering if I’d be brave enough to quickly take my sodden underwear off inside the alcove, but I winced in horror when I saw the shops security camera pointing directly at me. If anyone ever checked the footage, they would have a crystal clear view of my accident, and I couldn’t possibly add my nudity to that shame as well. I was in a bind. I couldn’t walk home with swollen pee filled trainers on, and I couldn’t take them off in private either, and even if I somehow did, I’d have to carry them home or throw them away, and my pants were obviously wet anyway no matter what I did. Sighing with frustration, I gingerly reached down and cupped the heavy wet ball in my shorts, and squeezed it, gritting my teeth with shame as a torrent of pee erupted through my fingers, wetting my shorts even more, before falling into the puddle between my feet. I did this a few times, trying to wring as much wetness out of them as possible, which wasn’t enough. I didn’t know what to do next. I couldn’t get in a cab or Uber, there wasn’t anyone around to rescue me, and my accident was highly visible and extremely obvious, but I couldn’t stay hiding until I dried out. The only option left was to get home with as few people seeing me as possible. I took my mask from my back pocket and put it on with more gratitude than I’d ever felt for one before, then skulked out like a thief in the night. At first I stuck to the car park, trying to avoid the traffic on the street, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t avoid people altogether. It wasn’t like there was a crowd or anything, just people walking in staggered intervals in different directions. I shuddered to think how suspicious I looked as I constantly changed tack and looked around as I tried to traverse the car park. Anyone watching me would automatically assume that I was drunk or on drugs, and if they saw my dirty pee pants it would only reinforce that idea. Eventually I had no choice but to return to the sidewalk, and my face burned with embarrassment behind my mask, as I imagined every car that drove past me held an audience of judgemental onlookers staring at me. It got even worse as well. Three times I had no choice but to walk straight past people coming towards me, and each time I saw them do a double take at my pissy pants and glistening legs. My emotions started to boil over when my diaper rash started burning. I felt myself starting to sniffle, then actually cry as I was forced into a waddling gait by the fiery burning within my underpants, and I was beginning to blubber like a baby by the time I finally staggered my way back inside the caravan park again. Finally. There was my street. My nose was running, and I had snot in my mask, and I was very close to completely breaking down in a blubbering chaotic mess, but surely it couldn’t get any worse, could it? Apparently it could. I was walking past the toilet block, openly crying hard by then, just wanting to cross the final path and get home when a familiar voice sounded behind me. “Paige? Dear? What’s the matter? Are you alright?” I turned to see Elsie and Ti standing there, having just emerged from the wash rooms, and as embarrassed as I was, I desperately needed to see some friendly faces. “No,” I blubbered between sobs. “I’ve had an accident Elsie! Look. I’ve wet my pants!” It actually felt really good to actually say it, and Elsie stepped forward and hugged me, making quiet shushing noises as she patted my back. Even Ti stepped forward and took my hand, telling me that it was okay and nothing to cry about. It was embarrassing, but comforting at the same time, and while I graciously refused there offer of a cup of tea, I gratefully allowed them to lead my back to the sanctity of my van, with a promise that I’d pop over for a visit later. I was safely inside once again, and wondering to myself exactly why or how I’d allowed my emotions to run away from me like that. After all, I was unrecognisable with my mask on, so it wasn’t like a super shameful thing. Certainly nothing to cry over at least. Feeling a bit sick, but back in control at least, I kicked off my shoes and socks, and went inside the van to my mirror, where I could at least check out the damage for myself. As I feared, my shorts were visibly peed in, and very noticeable, so I peeled them off to look at my trainers, hoping that the sight of them might cheer me up a bit. The first thing I noticed was a peculiar stain on the front of them, when I suddenly felt a familiar feeling beginning to occur from deep inside me. Before I had the chance to act upon it, something shifted from within, and the stain suddenly blossomed even more. Great. I’d just gotten my period…..
  16. Sorry about the delay between recent chapters everyone. Thanks for sticking by. Last few weeks have been insanely busy.
  17. Chapter 37 After the cleanup, I smoked an illicit cigarette inside the van, sitting at the table with the window open. I smoked with my left hand, while my right hand did some serious exploring. The inside of my pull up was damp, but not wet, and it had made a damp spot on my dino panties, but one that was only noticeable from the outside. The quilted inner lining felt warm and dry against my still sensitive sex. The tops of my socks were quite wet on my upper inner thighs, and my feet were a bit damp, but overall they weren’t too bad, so I left them on, although the soles were getting dirty. I’d made myself a cup of coffee, which I enjoyed slowly, just like my cigarette, and a personal inspection of my bladder told me that I was still holding at least a bit of fluid inside me, although not enough to trigger another accident yet, but I knew that it wouldn’t take too long to make one happen, especially after torturing my bladder, allowing myself to free pee, and drinking like I had been doing. Shit. I was probably already well on the way to giving myself an OAB attack at some point later. But my orgasm had calmed me down again, and I wasn’t feeling fidgety anymore, but was still curious and excited. Now I’d peed myself twice in my new panties the initial excitement of doing something completely new had subsided, and my clinical thought process was kicking in again, wanting to continue playing but with more of an analytical approach to it. I sat down on the towel and began typing, after all, I may as well be productive while I waited. Once again I was amazed at how much more productive I was whilst wearing my padding. I would’ve probably expected the opposite to be honest, thinking that the diapers or trainers would’ve been more of a distraction than anything else. But somehow the opposite was true. Don’t get me wrong. I was super aware of my protection and was subconsciously touching or squeezing it almost constantly, but I was able to compartmentalise it very effectively. Yes, I was completely aware of what I was wearing and what I’d end up doing in it, but at the same time I could forget all about having potty breaks or needing to go. I could happily concentrate on my novel, while being acutely aware that I was definitely going to wet my pants at some point, but with no consequences. It was intoxicating. My next accident didn’t happen for nearly two hours. In that time I’d finished my coffee, another soda, and was on my third bottle of water. I was drinking excessive amounts of fluids again, and was expecting an OAB attack to hit me at some point. I was kinda hoping it wouldn’t happen until later, when I’d be safely wrapped up in a big grownup diaper again, but to be honest I didn’t really care that much either way. So there I was, busily typing away, now well into the final chapters of my epic future bestseller, () and I could feel my need to pee really starting to ramp up again. I needed another cigarette, so I’d decided to take a short break, go outside and have a smoke, and do some stretches at the same time. I backed up my work, stretched my back, then stood up, and wet myself as I did so. I froze on the spot, leaning forward and grabbing the table as I suddenly lost control of my bladder before I ever realised that it was happening. I fought back the instinct to cross my legs or grab myself, knowing that by doing so would cause a leak, forcing myself to open my legs slightly as my dino panties got soaked, followed immediately by my little pull up. I clenched down hard on my holding muscles, which were already very tired and weakened, and after five or six seconds of full stream peeing, I was able to regain my control and stem the flow. I stayed in my standing/open legged stance for a few more seconds, watching my crotch for any signs of leakage, but none occurred. It was something that I found both exciting and encouraging really. I’d had enough experience with the Goodnites now to know what would cause a leak or not, and I knew that I’d just peed hard enough and long enough that the little nappy would’ve been completely overwhelmed by what had happened, if I didn’t have my training pants on underneath it. I’ll admit, that this particular information probably wasn’t worth anything, but it was still good to know. I mean that if I ever did choose to wear in public as an active precaution, where I had to completely rely on my protection, I’d no doubt choose the safety and security of the bigger diapers, but at least I knew that combining the trainers with the kids pull ups would provide me with a cheaper alternative for my own special playtime at least. I slipped my skirt and a hoodie on, (feeling a bit silly about my long rainbow socks, ) then went outside for a smoke, enjoying how wet and heavy I felt between the legs, and also enjoying the feeling of being little because of how I was dressed, although I really didn’t want anyone else to see me. I guess the wet panties and long socks were making me feel like a naughty little girl, and I liked that. My biggest fear was running into Elsie or Ti, but a quick look up the road showed me that her car wasn’t there, so that put my mind at ease a bit more. I stood behind my parked car, so anyone going past wouldn’t notice my strange attire, and kept squeezing my legs together, enjoying how my padding squished between my legs, and suddenly decided that I was going to finish emptying my bladder completely. To be honest I didn’t need to go badly anymore, in fact I wasn’t even slightly uncomfortable, but it was as if my panties and pull up were screaming at me to be fully used. I waited until my cigarette was almost finished, and started building up a mental fantasy in my head. I could picture myself as a young child, one who had already had an accident in her training panties, but still needed to go some more. She knew that she really should be a big girl, and find an appropriate grown up to tell about her accident and say that she still needed to go, but also realised that it was already too late, and she wouldn’t be getting into trouble anyway, so she might as well just finish off what she’d started. My brightly striped and dirty feet started drawing designs in the dirt, occasionally crossing over each other, while my left hand snuck up and under my skirt to press and squeeze at my pull up, while my right hand tugged nervously at the hem of my hoodie, and I glanced around nervously, acting undecided about what I should do. My mental play acting must’ve had an effect on my bladder I guess, because I didn’t even get the chance to relax my holding muscles, which weren’t really holding back much at all. I’d expected that I’d probably have to fully relax myself, perhaps even push a bit to get started, but before I’d even had an opportunity to prepare myself, I felt a sudden rush of warmth inside my pants, followed by the exhilarating feeling of pee running down both of my legs. I gasped with genuine surprise. Yes, I’d fully planned on wetting myself, but again my body had betrayed me before I had made even the slightest effort to do so, and it really was a bit of a shock. I instantly felt incredibly little, and looked down with a feeling of innocent amazement as the torrents of pee fell from beneath my skirt, soaking the tops of my socks, and falling down to coat my feet and splatter noisily to the ground to make a muddy puddle between them. My white skirt suddenly developed a wet stripe from my crotch, and I watched with awe as it got wider and longer before creating yet another mini waterfall underneath me. The bit that surprised me the most, was how I hardly felt anything at all happening physically. I could feel my bladder emptying, but without any control whatsoever at all on my part. I’m happy to admit that I didn’t even attempt to stop it from happening, but I honestly believe that I would’ve been completely powerless to prevent it even if I had. It was as if my bladder had developed a mind of its own, completely free of any interference from me, and I was simply a passenger along for the ride. Now I don’t want to keep stressing the same point, but I need you try and understand just how weird this all was. Having an OAB or stress IC is one thing. Accidents happen. I know that. The same as choosing to deliberately wet myself. It’s a choice, and I get that. But these real losses of control were something else altogether, even with acknowledging how I’d been deliberately over hydrating to cause an accident. To suddenly lose complete control without any warning or conscious choice was something else altogether. Genuine Incontinence. It wasn’t the first time that that thought had crossed my mind, and I was starting to see it as a distinct possibility. It was a sobering thought. But, there really wasn’t anything that I could do about it just then anyway. After my heightened fluid intake, it would continue happening for the rest of the day. Perhaps I really did need to stop forcing the issue as much, and then if it kept happening, actually go to the doctors for a check up. Meh. Today was today. It was already too late to worry about it just then. I leaned against the back of my car and peeled my soggy socks off, then scurried back inside before anybody saw my wet skirt……
  18. Chapter 36 As excited as I was to fire up the laptop and start putting down some of the ideas I’d had last night, the news of my new training panties proved to be even more exciting. Angel Voice tried to tell me to start working while my ideas were hot, but I knew that I’d never be able to concentrate or focus on my book until I’d at least seen my new panties. I hurriedly drank my coffee, peed in my diapers again, then went for my shower and morning poop. I tried my best to push as much pee out of me as possible during both activities, wanting to stay dry and accident free until I could use my new pants later. So within forty minutes of waking up, with hair still wet and a dry Goodnite on under my skirt and heart racing, that I found myself parking outside the local mail centre. My post box had a card inside it telling me to collect a parcel from the window, and I was so excited that I actually wet myself a little bit for real. I know, I know. It sounds completely implausible, but I swear it’s true! My bladder was as close to empty as I could’ve possibly made it by then. I’d wet in my sleep, again in my diaper after getting up, then on the toilet, and again in the shower, and my fluid intake consisted of one measly cup of coffee. When I’d arrived at the Post Office, I hadn’t even had the slightest urge to pee, and nor had I been thinking about wetting myself, at least not then. All my naughty thoughts were concentrated on trying out my new knickers later, and I’d actually planned on staying completely dry until then, so I was actually trying my best to NOT wet myself before then, as I was trying to save it for that experiment. I’d only put the little pull up on as an insurance policy and nothing else. But as I took the parcel collection card out of my post box with a nervously trembling hand, the excitement must’ve suddenly gotten too much for me, and I felt a warm wet spot spreading through the crotch of my padding. It really wasn’t much, as I didn’t have much to lose, but it happened suddenly and with no deliberate effort on my part at all. It was scary, worrying, but also exciting, and I pressed my legs together for a second enjoying the warm puffiness for a brief moment before I shyly collected my completely discreet, plain wrapped parcel of naughtiness. One thing that I was quickly learning, was that it’s almost impossible to gauge the proper extent of an unexpected accident. There had been times when I’d thought that I’d wet myself only a little bit, but had actually flooded or overfilled my protection, and other times when I’d felt like I’d completely pissed myself, only to find out that I was still reasonably dry! This was one of the reasons why I’d been so happy to put my faith and trust in diapers. (The other reason was that I really loved them! Duh!) Back home again, and I started loading up on water and juice, plus I even had a soda. I really wanted to experiment with just how safe or effective my new panties would be, and I really wanted to facilitate a genuine accident first. I had five pairs of trainers, and three pairs of plastics, so I could do all the deliberate stuff that I wanted to do later, but for now, I was craving an accident. I locked my door, took my skirt and tights off, and examined the inside of my pull up. There was a noticeable wet spot in the crotch, but it really wasn’t too bad, and so I left it on for the moment, determined to hold on as long as I could before wetting myself was no longer going to be an option. I took a big drink of soda, and managed to control my shaking hands long enough to open the package. Inside was a diaper lovers or Adult Baby’s dream. Five pairs of super thick, padded training pants! Plain white, plain pink, white with cupcakes, white with cartoon dinosaurs, and sky blue with cars! Then there was another package inside that contained three pairs of translucent plastic cover pants, white, yellow, and blue. I expected my bladder to let go at the sight of them, so I crossed my legs tightly first, and made a strong effort to clench my holding muscles firmly before I started unpacking them. I didn’t leak anymore, but the wet spot in my dipe started to radiate a newfound heat of it’s own as I squirmed around on the seat in excitement. I carefully opened them one by one, examining them closely by sight, touch and even smell. They were an incredible sight to behold. The plain white one was first, simply because it was on top. Thick, furry white cotton towelling, with a contrasting red stripe of elastic around the legs bands, with a super soft quilted interior lining. They felt almost exactly like a diaper, but without the plastic backing. I imagine that they felt very much like actual cloth baby pants, and I was very happy with that. I’d chosen the colours and designs based on what I liked, and what I thought would look nice wet. The white reminded me of plain baby diapers, the pink and light blue would show up any wetness the best, and the designs were like the most incredibly cutest things that I’d ever seen, and as you know, I do like cute! I closed my eyes, and rubbed two of them across my face, relishing the warm softness and the smell of fresh untouched cotton. It was divine. I was expecting to possibly wet myself while I did this, although the moisture level in my pull up remained the same as it was before. After guzzling some more water, I repeated the procedure with each pair, as well as the plastics, and found myself entering a state of bliss and excitement that I’d never felt before. In an effort to prolong the moment while my bladder filled up, I fired my laptop up and readied it for my next writing session later, then carefully put everything away, except for the pink trainers, which I planned on using first. Next, I found my new knee high rainbow striped socks, which I put on, then added a folded towel to the bench seat, and put another two towels and the small plastic bucket close by, remembering to also get my wipes and a wet cloth ready at all. After fifteen minutes of pottering around like this, I could begin to feel the first signs of my bladder beginning to fill up, and thus I deemed myself ready to begin. I carefully removed my pull up and inspected it, finding it to be no wetter from when I’d begun, and it was still good enough to use later, so I stored it under the sink until such a time arrived. Then I put my stripey feet and legs into the soft pink padding, held my breath, and carefully drew the training pants up and over my private parts and hips. THEY FITTED ME! HALLELUJAH! It was only then that I allowed myself a look in the mirror, and I was amazed at how cute my reflection looked. The socks were amazingly cute, reaching up and over my knees before being folded over, showing their base white colour intersected with contrasting bands of different pastel coloured stripes, and the trainers were even cuter. Light pink, thick, and puffy. I really did feel so completely cute and naughty just then that I really can’t describe it. I crossed my legs, pouted, put a thumb in my mouth and mimed a little potty dance, and could’ve almost came in my training pants with how turned on I was. The only thing left to do now was to wet them, although I really wanted that to be in the form of a real accident. You might find this hard to believe, but I actually had to wait awhile before I had built up enough reserves in my bladder for that to happen. I was actually making a serious effort to hold on for a change, and after my bladders regression I didn’t think that it would take very long, but it did. At first I sat down and tried to write, but I was way too distracted and couldn’t concentrate. Angel Voice even suggested that I swap into a big dipe and continue on my productive way, although I don’t think she really wanted that either. Deep down, on every level, I just wanted to have an accident in my pants, and the inner voices agreed. I drank more water, more juice, and tidied up instead, occasionally stopping to grab my crotch and do a desperate little potty dance, in the hope that it might speed things up. I spent time in the van and every part of the annexe crossing my legs, holding my crotch and scrunching my toes up, as I felt myself starting to slip into what I now know is a “Little Frame Of Mind.” Up until now I’d enjoyed the cuteness aspect of my nappies, especially the visual stimulation of looking at them, but I was starting to actually feel younger by then as well. I don’t think I could ever be an Adult Baby, but my mindset was definitely becoming more childlike just then, although perhaps at an ambiguous age. I wasn’t exactly feeling like I was an actual kid or anything, nor was I imagining myself as one, at least in regards to a specific age, but I was definitely feeling very childlike in my thought process. It made me feel like a cute, naughty little girl who knew that she needed to potty, but was putting it off, even though she knew that she’d end up wetting herself shortly. I was having fun! It was during one of these potty dances when my probing fingers suddenly detected a small spot of warmth, and I ran inside to stand at the mirror and look. I pulled my trainers up high and tight, giving myself a padded camel toe, and stared expectantly at my reflection. There! Right in the middle! A small dark patch, only an inch or so wide was visible! Apparently I’d leaked a drop or two! I knew that I was getting close now. Back in the good old days, like last week, leaking a drop or two occasionally had been a regular thing when I’d needed to pee, hence how the idea for wearing protection had stemmed from, before spiralling out of control as it had. But if I was starting to drip, then a real accident wouldn’t be far away. I finished my glass of water and did another mindless lap of my small premises. It was perhaps five minutes later that I felt it beginning to happen. All of a sudden my desperation level suddenly shot up to a genuine 8/10, which was about the level I’d been play acting at, but now it was real. I grabbed my padded crotch firmly with my left hand, and did a hobbling waddle from the kitchen back into the van, where I stood in front of the mirror again, my socked feet standing on the two folded towels, and the bucket between them. My pussy suddenly twitched, and me pee hole started to tingle as I felt something inside me beginning to weaken, and a rushing warmth started moving from somewhere deep inside my abdomen. Again I pulled my pants up tight, accentuating my camel toe once more, and my toes scrunched up inside my rainbow socks as a big dark rose suddenly blossomed on my crotch, before spreading out in all directions very quickly. I was amazed. The wet stain spread up, down and around as my bladder gave up, but it took a good three or four seconds before my special pants began to actually leak. Suddenly, a little waterfall appeared and started splattering noisily into the bucket, and I watched on in fascination until a tiny river ran down my leg and started soaking into my sock, so I squatted down low on my haunches, gave a push, and tried to aim my stream directly into the container beneath me. It was loud, and visually impressive, but I somehow managed to stop it before I’d completely emptied myself. I stood up on shaking legs, and admired how wet and heavy the pink pants were, before I slowly removed them, being careful not to squeeze them or make a mess. But once I had them off it was a different story. I held the wet and heavy knickers over the bucket and squeezed tightly, then started wringing them out. My God. The amount that they held was so impressive! They were obviously just as absorbent as my nappies, although not waterproof at all, but honestly, that was a huge part of the appeal for me. This was the perfect crossover product between pants and nappy wetting! These would be absolutely ideal to wear for exercising, like my jogging or yoga stretches, and a lot more discreet under tighter fitting clothes like my leggings. I was immediately hooked. I wiped myself clean and dry as I did a bladder evaluation. I think I’d probably peed a bit more than half of my bladders contents before stopping the flood, and now the seal was broken, it wouldn’t be very long before I’d need to go again. I had another soda, then slipped my feet into the cupcake print trainers, this time adding the translucent yellow plastic pants over the top. The plastic over-pants definitely added a whole new level of cuteness IMHO, causing me to pose and play cute in front of the mirror again, although not for too long, as I had more tests to perform. My next experiment would be to deliberately wet myself a large amount on purpose, and see if the plastic pants would leak! They were definitely crinkly, but not as loud as I was expecting, and I thought that I could be brave enough to even wear them in public under my jeans, but I’d have to wait and see. I started drinking water again, as much as I could without making myself feel sick. It was lunchtime by then, but the idea of food held absolutely no appeal to me. I could eat as much as I wanted to later, but for now I just wanted to play and experiment. To kill some time I opened up my “Stream Of Consciousness” page, and started typing whatever random words or thoughts that randomly popped into my head. There’s no prize for guessing that nearly every word was pee or diaper related in some way, but it did relax me quite a bit. It took another half hour of constant drinking and wriggling before I could feel myself starting to fill up enough for what I was thinking of as “My Big Pee.” I’d stood up from the table to fetch another water, when I felt myself leak a little bit, and although it wasn’t much, I didn’t want to waste a single drop on little squirts. My hand went immediately between my legs, the feeling of warm plastic pressing a warmer spot on my padding, and I did a clumsy potty dancing waddle towards the bucket on the towels in front of the mirror, which I stood over again and watched my reflection. This was a new type of feeling for me. I’d been wetting my diapers, and sometimes my pants in a variety of different ways, but this was the very first time that I’d been primed and ready to do so deliberately while I watched. It was exciting, somehow scary, (although I can’t explain exactly why) and felt very, very naughty. My left hand gently rubbed at my nipples, while my right hand tugged aimlessly at the plastic on my upper hip, and I bobbed and bounced around unable to close my legs because of the bucket between my feet. I looked and felt like a potty training toddler who was still wearing a pull up, knew that she needed to do a wee, but was trying to put it off. Another squirt escaped, and I knew it was time. I can’t say that I was super desperate, but I did need to go, and with my special knickers already wet, my nips sticking out rock hard, and socked feet doing a little march on the spot, I’d had enough of waiting. I gave a push, and instantly was rewarded with a heavy warmth exploding into my pants, and almost immediately I could see trickles running into the translucent yellow plastic, where it bubbled and filled up like a water balloon between my legs. As soon as I started going full force, I clamped down hard to stop it, as I still didn’t want to empty my bladder completely, but I knew that I couldn’t just cut it off straight away. I peed forcefully for about 5-6 seconds, with my toes scrunching up into tight little rainbow coloured balls as I felt the heavy stream starting to taper off to a steady trickle instead. The trickling continued for another 10 seconds or so, and I bent forward at the waist waiting for my fluid levels to drop down enough to eventually taper off to a complete stop. My plastic pants continued to hang lower and lower, now looking like a half filled water balloon between my thighs, until they drooped down enough to open up the leg guards a bit, causing fresh hot pee to erupt from within, running down my thighs and soaking the tops of my socks, forcing me to squat down low so it could splash into the puddle that was already in the bucket from before, but I kept my feet dry for the moment at least. Once myself and my pants had stopped dripping, I stood up again to look. The crotch of my plastics still held a large egg sized balloon of pee in them, and I could see that my cupcake panties were wet more than halfway up the front, leaving a dry strip a couple of inches wide. Using my left hand, I very carefully pulled the waistband elastic of the plastics open, and then gently upwards, being very careful not to disturb the leg guards that were acting as a dam, then I reached in with my right hand, and very carefully pulled the cupcakes down in the front, watching in awe as they slowly lowered into the pool, and quickly wicked at least half of the wetness into them, completely saturating the entire front of them. My entire pubic mound was suddenly encased in hot wetness, which made me literally shiver with delight and pleasure. That was enough to tip me well over the edge. My right hand grabbed the soaked front of the cupcakes firmly, and mushed it forcefully against my pussy in an intense grinding motion. I threw my head back, moaning in pleasure, as my hand kept the pressure on as it started slipping up and down in increasingly rapid motions. Within seconds I’d disturbed the leg bands on the plastics enough to open them, and the remaining puddle that had been trapped inside spilled forth, cascading down my thighs and into the tops of my socks. I stepped away from the bucket, grinding my thighs together firmly and trapping my probing hand against my piss-encased sex, as my moans became deeper and quicker. I pushed and squeezed at my cupcakes, literally wringing the wetness out of them, and it continued to drip and run down my legs and splatter onto the towel. I pressed my knees together even tighter, closing my eyes and bucking my hips as the tops of my socks and the towel I was standing on got wetter and wetter, and within thirty seconds, my orgasm was upon me. I threw my head back, closed my eyes and almost screamed in pleasure as a massive wave of tingling excitement shot through me like an electric current, and as I came, I lost control of my bladder again, and started peeing all over my hand, my legs, my feet, and the floor. I came twice, and pissed all over myself, making a mess in the process, but that was okay. The clean up was quick and easy, and within ten minutes I was fresh and clean again, this time dressed in my new white dino panties, that were covered up by the semi-wet Goodnight that I’d taken off earlier. My next experiment would be to judge their effectiveness inside my little pull ups……
  19. Chapter 35 Suffice to say that Tuesday was my most productive day of writing. Ever. Without trying to sound immodest, I absolutely nailed the part of the story where Sabrina wet her pants, plus I got my nuclear reactor research finished, which ended up being a lot easier than I’d originally thought. I wrote solidly until three thirty in the afternoon, and continued to relax and wet myself the entire time. I won’t bore you with all the details, but I found myself slipping into a free peeing mode from the get go, and it continued on from there. I deliberately absolved myself from any more futile attempts at potty training to just “Go With The Flow,” pun fully intended. It was interesting to note that Devil and Angel didn’t provide any input into that decision at all, just allowing me to get on with it. I swear to God, it helped me with my writing in a way that nothing else ever had before, but I can’t really explain just how or why. All I know is, I became a self propelled writing machine. I typed faster and more accurately than what I’d ever done before, and only paused occasionally to drink my juice, then lots of water, and I do mean LOTS. I believe that I crossed another personal line that afternoon with my acceptance of being a wetting and diaper lover, fully giving myself over to doing what I enjoyed without even the slightest hint of guilt or remorse whatsoever. Maybe it was because of how productive I was finally being, or perhaps it was simply because I was combining my two loves, writing and nappies, but whatever it was, it certainly worked. This was Free-Peeing of the highest order. It was as if I had absolutely no bladder control whatsoever, and my pee hole became like a leaky water bubbler in a playground, almost constantly leaking and dribbling non stop the entire time, and it didn’t take long for me to stop noticing it altogether. I’d completely lost all bladder control by then, and I didn’t notice nor care at all, at least with the dribbling. Occasionally it would stop all of it’s own accord, and I wouldn’t notice that either, but after a short time, maybe twenty or thirty minutes, I’d suddenly feel an urge to go, and I’d begin peeing heavier, but still with no control at all on my part. It was an amazing feeling to just suddenly start wetting myself without being able to stop, or even trying to. I stayed in my wet Goodnite and tights for awhile, until I started getting cold, especially my feet which were in a literal puddle by then, which forced me into taking a short break to wipe the floor, and change into an adult diaper, which lasted for a few hours before that too started leaking. I changed into another dry one again before three o’clock, but it was already quite wet again by the time I left to pick up my dry cleaning. I was so buzzed by the whole experience, that I didn’t even bother to change again, opting for a fresh pair of tights and socks before I put my skirt on, covering my soggy, swollen butt. It was incredible. I even wet myself without trying to in the car, at the dry cleaners, and yet again inside the pharmacy where I’d stopped for more diapers. It’s hard to describe the buzz I got from standing in line at the pharmacy, dribbling into my already soaked nappy, while standing there holding two more packages of the same product! Even my natural shyness didn’t come into play at all. I felt bold and confident, with hardly any embarrassment whatsoever, almost as if it was empowering, and perhaps it was. I went home, made a quick and early dinner of soup and sandwiches, wet myself as I ate, then got changed again and continued writing until nearly midnight. I double diapered myself before climbing into bed, poking some holes in a Goodnite before putting an adult pull up on over the top, and I leaked as soon as I got in, but I didn’t let that bother me. I’d resigned myself to wetting the bed anyway by that stage, and having a warm dipe on felt nice as I closed my eyes and relaxed, thinking back with pleasure on what had generally been a fantastic day all round. It had been so productive and fun, I couldn’t imagine that it could’ve gone any better. But Wednesday proved me wrong on that theory….. I woke up wet, although I do vaguely remember actually waking up to pee during the night, and deliberately choosing to use my nappy before dozing of again immediately. I was wetter than I would’ve expected to be honest, so I probably peed in my sleep as well, although I can’t be sure. At least the double padding worked! My nappies were very swollen and heavy, especially around and under my butt, but my bed had remained perfectly dry, which was nice. As my kettle boiled, I started dribbling in my sleep pants again, without even trying to. I’d been putting the instant coffee into my cup, and casually squishing my diapers at the same time, enjoying how warm and soft they were, when I realised that I had the slightest urge to go, but before I could even concentrate on deliberately letting go, I started leaking, without even trying. Up until then that sort of thing had been worrying me a lot, but it just didn’t bother me anymore, and I made no effort to either stop, or force it out, choosing instead to just spread my legs and let it gently flow and trickle until I’d stopped, and my padding was hanging low between my legs. I took my coffee and sat at the kitchen bench with a wet squish, and wiggled my butt around a bit, enjoying the dual sensations of naughtiness and cuteness, as I tried to focus on my “problem.” I use the quotation marks on purpose, because as time went on, I was quickly beginning to see my IC as less of a real problem, and something that I could easily manage and enjoy at the same time instead. Yes, I’d definitely had some teething troubles with it, but with every passing day I was embracing my wetting more and more. I mean Fuck It! If it couldn’t be helped, and I couldn’t control it, but could manage it, all while enjoying myself, then why the actual fuck shouldn’t I just relax and go with it? I wasn’t hurting anyone, not even myself, and I felt zero embarrassment or anything so long as nobody else found out. Yes, there were some things to consider, like my eventual return to work, and perhaps even a social life, but once again, that could be managed. There are thousands of incontinent people all around us who rely on diapers, and they can function alright, so why couldn’t I? I imagined myself eventually telling my work colleagues about my problems, and while it would be embarrassing, it certainly wasn’t anything to be ashamed or humiliated over. If I had bladder problems, I’d only be doing what nearly everyone else with them would be doing, using a medical product designed for just such a condition, and there shouldn’t be any shame to be had. (These were brave thoughts for a shy introvert to be having I know, but all I can say is at that time, my self pep talk made sense!) Of course it wouldn’t be as easy as that. I had trouble imagining having that same conversation with my mum or sister, or any of my friends, although they all lived on the other side of the country now, so it wasn’t an immediate concern. I was friendly with a couple of people at work, although we hadn’t really socialised much, apart from occasional drinks before lockdown, but they’d be covered if I “Came Out” to my work colleagues anyway, and if they were uncomfortable with it, and I didn’t go out with them again, it wouldn’t be a great loss. The mental image of Mark suddenly crossed my mind. How would he react? Meh. I wouldn’t even think about it. He hadn’t called me since, (although he DID say later in the week…) and to be honest, I didn’t really care that much. He seemed like a nice guy, but if he couldn’t accept something like a medical condition, then it really wasn’t a relationship that I should be pursuing anyway. Obviously I’d need to see if he even ever called me first, but I needed to get my head around all the possibilities I suppose. It’s not like I was actually LOOKING for a relationship I suppose, but I definitely didn’t want to be single forever! I just hadn’t thought much about hooking up with anyone here, at this particular stage of my career. It was always a “later on” type of thing. Anyway, I wouldn’t waste my time even thinking about it yet. After all, he may not even call. So all in all, I was in a pretty good headspace on that particular Wednesday morning. No work in front of me, and another full day of diapered fun and productive writing lay ahead, and I intended to enjoy both to the maximum, and let nothing get in my way. Until I opened my phone and saw a notification that made my heart skip a beat…… I had a parcel awaiting collection at the Post Office. Apparently, my training pants had arrived……
  20. Chapter 34 It was a lot colder on that particular Tuesday, our first real touch of winter. Windy, overcast, rain squalls, the whole package. Realistically, the day called for jeans or sweatpants, but after my exposed diaper disaster, I was a bit too gun shy to consider wearing pants over my nappy. I found a nice knee length tartan skirt, and added my black knit ribbed tights for extra protection, with my thick white socks over them, but hidden inside my boots, and a black blouse and jacket completed my ensemble. I did a few turns in front of the mirror to make sure that my lightly padded butt wasn’t obvious, then I loaded my shameful washing into the car and headed off. My heart was pounding as I parked my car outside the dry cleaners, full of dread about the awkward conversation that I was about to have. I’d rehearsed it over and over in my mind during the drive, but still didn’t know exactly what I was going to say. Should I try to lay the blame on my own kid, or perhaps a little sister or cousin? That made the most sense, except for the sheer volume of pee that had been dispersed into my laundry. Surely an experienced dry cleaner would be able to recognise the difference between a child’s wet bed compared to an adults? Perhaps I didn’t need to even say anything at all? Maybe just dump the bags on the counter and go? Or did they need to identify what the stains were in order to treat them properly? I just didn’t know. With my mask covering my blushing cheeks, I took a deep calming breath, and entered the store. The lady behind the counter was Asian, perhaps Filipino, and smiled warmly at me as I approached the counter. “Good Morning. Can I help you?” She asked, in slightly accented English. “Hi,” I replied nervously. “Um, yeah. I have a couple of things that need cleaning, and today if possible, I mean if that’s alright?” She chuckled merrily. “Sure sure. We do same day, and you early enough! Can pick up by four. What you have that needs clean?” “Um, I have a sleeping bag and a doona?” She pulled the rolled up sleeping bag out first, and immediately noticed the wet patch that had soaked through, as I felt my blush deepening behind my mask. “Ah! I see. It got wet, yes?” I swallowed hard, and felt a loosening of my bladder at the very mention of it, and I closed my thighs tightly just in time. “Yes, it got wet, and the doona as well.” “I look,” she said, pulling the quilt out and unrolling it to see the wet spot. “Um, it’s, ah, pee,” I mumbled. “My, um, little cousin had an accident last night. Sorry.” She gave me a quizzical look. “Why you sorry? This is what we do! We get these things every day! Is not anything to be sorry about, you keep us busy. That’s good for us, yes?” As embarrassed as I was, her niceness was charming, and I began to feel more relaxed and at ease. I think I’d expected more of an interrogation than that, although she just seemed to take it in her stride. It wasn’t anything like the potential FBI interrogation complete with bright lights and handcuffs that my mind had been building it up to be. Although I guess deep down I knew that she probably suspected that I was the culprit, I left feeling a lot better that I’d expected too. Once outside the store, I concentrated on my little nappy. Although I’d felt myself getting very close to a leak while we’d discussed my pee’d bedding, I was fairly sure that my pull up was still dry, although I was starting to feel the first stages of needing to go. It was funny how it worked like that really. I hadn’t needed to go at all when I’d walked in there, but after my discussion with her, and my near accident, now I suddenly did, although not badly. It was then that inspiration struck me. No, not inspiration about my wetting issues, but about my story instead. To continue, I needed two things. Information on nuclear reactors, and a way to make my main character take an unexpected detour or stop, something long enough to delay her journey by half an hour or so. It suddenly became as clear as daylight upon exiting a dark cave. She would wet herself! It was perfect! My story was loosely based around juggling four different people on different paths to all meet up together randomly at the same time and place, but the fluidity wasn’t quite there. I’d used specific times based around specific tasks for my main character, and no matter what I did, she was still about an hour ahead of schedule, and I’d been debating what exactly to do about it. I know it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but I’m very pedantic, and I was trying to keep the tension and suspense up, so her arriving early wasn’t an ideal scenario for me. I’d already decided that she might get a flat tyre, or get stuck in traffic, or something else even more mundane than that, in my efforts to bring the whole final cast together at the same time, but I just wasn’t very enamoured with that idea. It was a cop out. An easy, boring solution that would be a blatantly obvious red flag to any experienced writer that I was simply adding padding to the story, which is a pet hatred of mine. Sometimes, that sort of thing is necessary, but “Fluff” chapters are a real annoyance for me, and I’d been racking my brain trying to slow her down just a little bit but without making a cliche out of it. This was perfect! If my heroine had a minor potty accident, it would be not only completely feasible, but would slow down her journey in such a way that I could keep the tension in her part of the story where she had to get from A-B in a certain timeline, and also allow me to flesh out some character development at the same time! My creative juices immediately jumped into overdrive, and after delaying any further work or research over the last few days, I was suddenly excited to have a plan in mind to move things forward again. I walked quickly to my car, now incredibly excited and a bit anxious to hurry home and start writing, and my own slight need to pee had been quickly forgotten during my epiphany. But as I drove off, the rain started again, harder this time, and the sight of water running down my window soon reminded that although I was still dry, I’d need to go to the toilet as soon as I got home or I wouldn’t be staying like that for very long. It was pouring down by the time I got back to the park, hard enough to convince me that I wasn’t about to make the walk back to the toilet no matter what. No biggie, I could just pee in the sink or bucket. “Or your diaper,” DV whispered, never one to let an opportunity go to waste. “Nuh-uh,” AV said rather prissily. “Potty training, remember?” “Whatever,” I mumbled to myself as I took the three steps from my car to the door, my excitement at my story idea easily overcoming any hesitation I might’ve felt about not going immediately to the toilet. “You’re going to wet your pants Paigey,” AV said sternly, but to be honest, I didn’t care just then. Continuing my internal monologue, I addressed the voices and myself as a collective group. “I’ll tell ya what. I’m going to try holding on for awhile as I type, okay? Let me just make a start on this, and after a few paragraphs, I’ll go potty in the sink or something. Besides, does it REALLY matter if I have an accident? After all this?” Angel voice was either miffed or placated, and I’m sure DV was grinning, but they said no more. I shut and locked the door, took my boots and skirt off, and put a thick, folded towel down on the bench seat as I powered my laptop up. I will admit to sneaking a peek at my reflection, and I was happily surprised at just how cute I looked! My black ribbed tights were stretched across my abdomen, and the Goodnite was clearly visible from underneath, and teamed up with my thick white socks, I thought I looked adorable! Yes, perhaps somewhat childish I suppose, but I was beginning to see at least part of the attraction towards adult baby’s and the little side of this fetish I suppose. Fuck it. I felt cute, and that’s all that mattered, and besides, my babyish appearance and growing need to pee was really putting me in the right frame of mind to work on this particular aspect of my story. I poured myself an orange juice, and began to write. I couldn’t just continue my current chapter on to this part, so I had to write it as a separate entity, something that I would have to edit together and marry up later, which is not how I usually like to do things, but it couldn’t be helped. I HAD to write these ideas down while they were still so fresh in my mind! It was like watching a movie in slow motion inside my head, where I knew what was going to happen before it did, but I had to see it anyway. My main character, (Sabrina) was trapped in her car and desperate for a piss, which she had been trying to put off until she got to her destination, but it was looking like she may have made a mistake with her timing… I started writing, seeing Sabrina with my minds eye. I could see her car, her clothes, the traffic jam. Everything. It was almost like I was doing a mind-melding thing with her, but strangely enough, my own need to pee seemed to simply vanish as I typed, which certainly wasn’t what I was expecting to happen. Occasionally, I had to stop and start sentences again, because I realised that I was sometimes deviating off from a proper story, and into an omorashi-styled tale that might be published on here one day, and that simply wouldn’t do. I needed to keep my own impure thoughts on wetting and pee play completely separate and not just focus on that alone. I could only imagine my future editor reading about how Sabrina was tensing her pussy muscles, feeling her panties slowly getting wet a bit at a time, and how she was wriggling her pert bottom around in her little cutoff denim shorts. Oh man. I really felt the need to just write an omo story just then! After half an hour, my own need to pee suddenly made itself felt again, and worse than before, and I felt myself easily hitting a solid 8/10 on the desperation scale. “Paige! Go to the toilet! Or at least the sink! You’re going to have an accident!” Angel Voice sounded worried, and more than a little bit cross with me. I ignored her. I was finally happy with where Sabrina was at in the story, without any “personal pleasure” details showing through in my writing. I had managed to nicely explain her situation, including her burgeoning need to pee without sexualising it at all, while keeping it believable. I just needed her to have her accident, then I’d allow myself to pee, probably in my diaper while standing in the tub was my thought. I crossed my legs and curled my toes underneath the bench as I typed out my last few sentences. “The traffic was terrible for some reason, and had come to a complete halt. A sweating Sabrina couldn’t move her car at all, not even to park, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Suddenly, an air horn sounded from close behind, causing her to jump, as the truck behind her had impatiently blown its horn, and she felt helpless as the seat grew warm and wet beneath her.” Suddenly, the seat and towel beneath me started getting wet as well, as my urine exploded out of me, completely overwhelming my little pull up, and causing my sheer black tights to start glistening as a wet stain started spreading down my legs. I didn’t even try to stop it, choosing to keep on writing instead. I was in the most productive writing mood that I’d ever been in, and I knew that I’d be wetting myself again as the day drew on…..
  21. Chapter 33 It felt like the bottom had fallen out of my world just then. My stomach dropped, and I felt a shiver down my spine. I’d been caught out. I think that when I pulled my diaper up at the playground, it must’ve stuck out a bit, and my jumper had gotten hooked up on it. Ah fuck. I’d been standing there, peeing in my pants, trying to look casual, with my nappy sticking out. Dear God. Not only had Tiarni noticed it, but I had no doubt that Elsie had as well, especially since I’d been standing right in front of her for a few minutes while we talked. I forced myself to start walking home, putting my mask on to hide my face. I kicked my shoes off inside the door, before pouring myself a large glass of wine, all thoughts of abstaining from alcohol now having flown out the window. Slumping down at the table, I buried my head on my folded arms for a moment to think about what had happened. It was an introverts worst nightmare. I sat back up again with a sigh. I suppose at the end of the day, there were worse things that could’ve happened I guess. Like wetting myself in front of Mark without having a diaper on. That would be worse for sure. If anyone had to find out my secret, Elsie and Ti were probably the best option I suppose, although I don’t know how much either of them could be trusted with it. No doubt I’d have to have another talk with them soon, this time about my diapers, and why I was wearing them. Of course I wouldn’t mention that I liked them, but I’d have to exaggerate my IC condition a bit, try and make it out to be a bit worse than what it was. Angel Voice laughed. “Hah! Exactly how much do you have to exaggerate?” She asked. “So far today you’ve woken up in a wet bed, wet yourself during a work meeting, then again at McDonald’s, again while having a short nap, then deliberately at the park! I really don’t think that you need to exaggerate very much, do you?” She was right. Day one of potty training had been a complete and utter failure. Individually, I could make up excuses for every accident. I’d been asleep, (twice) stuck, (twice) and deliberately wet myself once. I was hardly going to be the poster girl for a successful potty training award. I sighed. There wasn’t a lot I could do about it just then, and I wasn’t looking forward to my future conversation with Elsie about it either. I limited myself to just the one glass of wine, and it did relax me. Once I had my shit together, I started pottering about. I made my bed again, but a bit differently this time. Earlier on, I’d had the idea that my now regular sleep wettings may be triggered by my wearing a diaper to bed. This afternoon for example. I’d had a diaper dream, and dream me had wet myself on purpose during it, which had resulted in a real accident for sleeping me. Although I could definitely see how nighttime diapers could become a near necessity for times that I was drinking, travelling, unwell, or even overly tired, I suspected that they lowered my inhibitions too much while I slept, so I was going to try not wearing them to bed unless I was under the prior listed conditions. Up until the last few days, I only ever wet the bed if I was drunk, or perhaps by sneezing or coughing, but I was suddenly unable to even have a nap without wetting myself. I laid down the bottom fitted sheet over the mattress protector, then put the plastic backed picnic blanket over that. It might be a bit uncomfortable, but if I woke up wet during the night, I could hopefully just remove the picnic rug, then go back to bed without having to change all my sheets. I made a healthy dinner of salad and cold chicken, and enjoyed peeing in my diaper while I ate. That was quickly becoming one of my favourite things to do! After dinner, I was very well behaved. I cleaned up, only drank water, and not an excessive amount either, and I continued to pee my pants whenever I wanted to, until it was time to go to the toilet for my evening poop. Of course I waited until my nappy was almost hanging off me before I took it off and washed, but I managed to walk to the toilet in the cold and dark without soiling myself in any way, which I took as a positive. I stayed true to my word upon returning to the van, abstaining from any sort of protection whatsoever, choosing my pink granny panties and a cartoon print cotton nightie to wear to bed. I peed in the sink twice before going to bed as well, making sure that I was completely empty before getting in, and my knickers were still clean and dry. I have no recollection at all over any dreams I may or may not have had, but I woke up cold and wet a bit before three am. This time, I wasn’t still going when I woke up, my bladder felt completely empty, I was saturated halfway up my back, and the pee patch was stone cold, which appeared to have been what woke me up. Shit. I fumbled the bedside light on, and threw the covers back to examine the damage. The picnic rug is waterproof, but not very absorbent, so my pee patch almost covered it, from halfway up my back, to just below my knees. My nightie had a big wet patch on the front as well, but the worst part was my quilt had gotten wet too. “Son of a bitch,” I mumbled, forcing myself to get up, hating the way my nightie was clinging to my back and legs like a second skin. I hurriedly removed my quilt from its cover, but it was too late. There was a large round wet patch in the middle, right where my lap would’ve been, and some lighter staining towards both sides, where it must’ve wicked my pee up as it pooled on the rug. Fuck. It would need to be dry cleaned, which meant I’d have to take it in, which meant a conversation about why or how I had a pee stained quilt. Fan-fucking-tastic. I stripped the rug off, and saw my bottom sheet had almost survived unscathed, almost, but not quite. Apparently it wasn’t as waterproof as I’d hoped, and there was a round stain the size of a dinner plate underneath where my bum had been. I sighed, and removed that sheet as well. I was starting to shiver with the cold by then, so I verry quickly took off my wet clothes and carried everything into the laundry, where I started the machine. It was too cold for a thorough wash, but I gave myself a perfunctory wipe down with a wet cloth before scurrying back inside, pausing only to grab my sleeping bag. I was shivering as I dressed again, this time in a big diaper, thick socks, and my pink sweatpants, along with a clean t-shirt. After a quick wipe down of the waterproof mattress cover, I crawled inside my sleeping bag with the mattress protector making a lot more noise than it usually did. It didn’t take too long to warm up again, although it took some time before I was finally able to fall back to sleep again. Tuesday Morning: :I woke up around 8, tried to roll over, but found myself restricted, and was initially confused as to why, before I realised that I was in my sleeping bag and not under my covers, when the memory of what had happened came flooding back, (pun fully intended) At least I was warm this time, toasty warm, which at first was nice, until I realised that I was wet again, although not anywhere nearly as what I’d been about five hours earlier. This time, the wetness had been safely contained by my thick adult diaper, which although not full, still gave a nice wet squish when I squeezed the crotch of it. I’m not gonna lie, it felt very nice, but at the same time, it was deeply concerning as well. It appeared that I was starting to wet myself every time I fell asleep, and that was something that I definitely didn’t need. Over the past couple of days, I’d wet myself after falling asleep drunk, which was fair enough, and something that I’d always been prone to doing, but apart from that, my other sleep wettings were inexplicable. Like during my nap yesterday. I mean geez, I’d only slept for an hour or so after already peeing, then last night I’d gone to bed empty and sober, and it had happened again, twice, and I hadn’t even woken up when it happened. I asked the voices what they thought. After all, it had been AV’s bright idea that maybe wearing the diapers was causing the sleep accidents, and this kinda disproved it I thought, but both voices were noticeably silent now. Perhaps they were now as worried as I was. We had all agreed that wearing for fun or protection was one thing, however needing to wear was another issue altogether. I began to consider the option of going to the doctors. I stretched out as I considered my options, arching my back up before falling back down again, enjoying the way that the wet dipe felt so nice pressed against my bottom, and for what felt like the hundredth time, I started going over what had transpired at Elsie’s yesterday, and my cheeks immediately flushed with embarrassment. I played the entire scenario back in my head, from my arrival, to Elsie openly telling me about her granddaughters pull ups, then the subsequent conversation with Ti about it. I started to reminisce about how I’d wet myself at the playground, and my hand started kneading at the warm padding between my legs. I remembered how it felt to be out in public, with a big thick dipe hidden inside my pants, and how I’d stood there casually smoking while I’d let go, and how the warm wetness had started trickling out of me, slowly filling the padding between my legs, and how my bottom had started getting all hot and wet, and…. Fuck. I was pissing! I hadn’t even felt myself letting go, but as I rubbed and pushed the warm diaper against my sex, I could feel a fresh heat spreading underneath me, although I couldn’t for sure say that I could feel it leaking out! I was just free peeing without even trying to. My back arched again, forcing the nappy firmly against the palm of my hand, which squished and squashed itself against my mound, and my hips started thrusting harder as my backside got wetter and wetter. It should of bothered or concerned me I suppose, but with my impending orgasm only seconds away, I gave myself over to it completely, suppressing a loud moan as I started to cum, which again forced the pee out of me like a firehose, now splattering loudly against the very front of my diaper, as I squished it tightly with my balled fist. My hot pee spread out sideways inside my sleep pants, and quickly started running sideways across my hips, wetting the unpadded side panels, and pooling underneath me in my sleeping bag. Holy shit. That had been amazing. I collapsed into a sweaty, breathless bundle, knowing that I’d wet my sleeping bag, but not caring, at least just then. My eyes were closed, and as my breathing returned to normal, I fell asleep once more. When I awoke an hour later, I was surprised to find that I was still deliciously warm, although also obviously very wet. The sleeping bag had absorbed what had leaked out of my dipe, and I could feel the big wet spot that had formed underneath my butt. As much as I would’ve liked to stay there, I finally forced myself to unzip my bag and stand up, although my nappy fell off during the process, after I’d apparently ripped the side panel while pleasuring myself so vigorously. The sleeping bag was soaked through, so I used a dry section to wipe myself clean of drips, then carried the nappy out to bag and bin it. After a quick wash, I padded back inside again dressed only in my socks, to decide what I was going to do for the day. First thing, I now regrettably needed a dry cleaner. I considered going for a jog first, but a quick glance outside showed it to be spitting with rain and looking very stormy, so that put paid to that idea. A quick Google search showed me where the nearest dry cleaners was, so I’d do that first, and maybe treat myself to a cappuccino on the way back. “Is coffee a good idea?” Angel Voice whispered, and although I understood her angst, I didn’t think that it would hurt. I’d never once considered giving up coffee completely, just monitoring my intake and not over indulging, and having one in the morning should be alright. I’d just have to be a good girl and watch my potty usage, that’s all. Speaking of which, it would be prudent of me to go and use the bathroom first, where I could have my morning poop, empty my bladder, then have a much needed shower, which is exactly what I did, all without any drama at all. Back home again, I dried my hair, and considered what, if any, protection that I should wear for the day. DV wanted a big dipe, AV suggested just staying with knickers and a pad, and in the end we compromised on a Goodnite. I think that was probably the moment where I started thinking of diapers as an actual necessity instead of a luxury to be honest. I found myself uncomfortable with the idea of going out without any padding whatsoever, as my faith in my body’s ability to exert control over its basic functions was gradually declining more and more each day. My internal arguments were becoming less involved as I started to see my diapers as something that I really couldn’t go without, at least not at that stage. However, I was still hopeful, even confident, that my continued reliance on them was the root cause of my increasing incontinence, and with a bit of simple potty training, I’d eventually be able to get back to where I’d been to begin with. It was a vicious circle though, wearing and relying on something that was possibly making my condition worse to begin with! I slipped my cute white socks into a little owl, and promised myself that I wouldn’t let myself use it on purpose. It was just a small insurance policy, just in case…..
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