Barry

These are very good! Thank you, and I hope you continue! 

Chapter Four
 
How It started. 
 
 Now I look back on it, it was as if the van had put a curse on my bladder from the very beginning. From the first day that I moved in, my bladder issues came to the fore. I don’t mean like a real curse of course, that would be stupid, but from Day One I always seemed to be getting myself into situations where accidents happened. 
 I took the Friday off work to move my meagre possessions in, and to do some shopping for some much needed supplies. I needed an alarm clock, kettle, toaster, cutlery and crockery, and a lot of other minor items, plus groceries of course. I spent a very pleasant morning setting up my new tiny home on wheels. 
 The van was pretty neat. It was an older model, and quite large, permanently fixed on a concrete slab, with a large solid annex attached to the side. The annex was in two parts, a cosy carpeted living room, and a small kitchenette attached to the back, that featured a sink, fridge, gas stove, and a front loader washing machine. Cooking was supposed to be done in the annex, to minimise cooking smells collecting within. Inside the van there was a Queen sized bed at the back, a booth with a table and two bench seats, and lots of storage. 
 The only thing that it lacked, was a bathroom...... I’d have to use the communal shower and toilet block to wash and go to the toilet. My van was reasonably close I guess, just a couple of rows back, but I knew that walking outside to the toilet or shower block would be a pain in the arse. But, it was a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things, and would do until my new house was built. At least the park was quiet this time of year. Only a few permanent residents and winter travellers remained, so my part of the park was nice and peaceful, perfect for starting work on my novel. 
 My first accident happened on the first day. I’d had an orange juice while shopping, but also made sure to use the bathroom before leaving the mall. OAB Rule One: Never bypass an opportunity to use a toilet if there’s one available! But, even after relieving myself at the mall, I found a minor need to pee sneaking up on me during the drive home. It really wasn’t bad, certainly not to the point of sending the familiar warning signs of impending doom that I’m familiar with, just a normal, slight feeling of needing to go a bit. I had to drive directly past the toilet block on my way to my van, but there wasn’t really any place to park, and besides, I only lived perhaps 200 meters away. 
 Getting out of my hatchback at home, I almost walked straight back to the toilet, but now I was standing up, the urge seemed a lot more manageable than while I was driving, almost nonexistent in fact. Besides, I had ice cream and a bag of ice that I really needed to put in the freezer immediately. Anyway, like I said, this was just a minor, regulation style urge, nothing like the sudden sharp onset of an OAB attack, not to mention that I’d only just emptied my bladder an hour ago. Surely the OJ couldn’t have gone through my system already? No way! 
 I carried my purchases inside, then, without thinking, I kicked my shoes off, and mentally cursed myself for doing so straight away. That was dumb. I’d only be putting them on again shortly to go pee. After all, the ground was damp thanks to a morning shower, and I wasn’t going to be walking around outside in my socks. 
 First stop was the kitchenette, where I stored my cold stuff in the big fridge/freezer provided. Next, was inside, where I started happily pottering around, unpacking my new purchases and finding places to put them away. After plugging in my new alarm clock, I realised that I hadn’t fitted my waterproof mattress protector to the bed as yet, so I decided it was as good as time as any to do so. While I wasn’t expecting any wet beds, I couldn’t afford to replace the mattress if something did go wrong. 
 The bed was big, the space was small, and after I unpacked my new sheets, I began the battle. My trusty mattress protector went on easily, but the fitted cotton ones turned out to be a pain. It wasn’t long before I found myself muttering curse words under my breath as I tried to keep the corners of the fitted sheets in place over my sheet of shame. After banging my shin one time too many, I paused, taking a big drink from a bottle of water that I’d purchased earlier, in a vain attempt to calm myself down a bit. 
 Suddenly, as I drank deeply of the cold water, I felt what could only be described as a contraction around my pee hole, as a strong sense of sudden urgency overwhelmed me. 
 “Ah fuck. Not now,” I thought, familiar with the feeling of suddenly needing to pee very badly. Recognising the feeling of impending doom, I slammed my water bottle down on the bench hard enough to spill it, clamped my thighs tightly together, bent forward sharply at the waist, and jammed a clenched fist firmly against my crotch. 
 You guys know what it’s like to pee, right? I mean of course you do, but I mean that feeling when you let go, and feel the warmth starting to move through your body, the release of pressure in your bladder, and the knowledge that it’s about to come out and you’re past the point of stopping it? All good if you’re sitting on the loo or standing in the shower or the ocean. 
 I wasn’t. I was wearing jeans, and standing inside a fucking caravan. 
 My pee hole started twitching, regardless of how much pressure my fist presented, and with no control available to me, a heavy jet of pee shot out into my panties. My face scrunched up as I leant forward even more, clenching my holding muscles as tightly as I could, as I felt a warm wetness beneath my hand, and a tickling trickle of shame ran down my right thigh. 
 I stayed hunched over, waiting for the urgency to go away, but it didn’t. I wasn’t peeing, but I could feel my pent up urine sitting just inside my girl bits, which were literally throbbing in discomfort. I couldn’t move. I knew if I did, I was going to wet myself even more, probably all the way. I was stuck. After a solid ten seconds or so of this, while my jeans continued to soak up the big squirt and spread the wet spot even more, the feeling started to ease. I still needed to go very badly, but the discomfort lessened a bit, but I was resigned to the fact that my ordeal wasn’t over. 
 I surveyed my surroundings. The floor of the van was vinyl, but the annex was carpeted, so it was much wiser to stay where I was, as the thought of the bucket in my little laundry crossed my mind. My eyes fell upon the little sink inside the van, and I grimaced. Although I wasn’t cooking inside the actual van, it was technically a kitchen sink nonetheless, and the idea of doing a wee in it was kinda gross, although it would be easy enough to clean. 
 The drawer under the bed! I’d just put my towels in there! Because of my bent over stance, it was easy to slide the big drawer out and remove a thick, fluffy towel from within. Sliding the drawer shut with my socked foot, I tossed the towel in the general direction of the floor in front of the sink, took a deep breath, and stood up. 
 Standing up delivered an even bigger jet of pee than before, all the urine that had been trapped due to my stance, and even with my thighs pressed tightly together, a hot, dark stain began to spread across the front thighs on my jeans, instantly warming them. It only lasted a few seconds, but the wet spot was huge, halfway to my knees on both legs. My heart was literally pounding, and my legs felt weak, but I forced myself to take a couple of hurried steps to stand on the towel. 
 Suddenly, the urge was back tenfold. My bladder, now ever so partially relieved, demanded a full and immediate release. The sink or towel was my only option. I started struggling with the button on my jeans, which were fashionably tight, and I had to suck my tummy in a bit to undo it. 
 That was it. The battle was lost. As I started pulling my pants down, my bladder let go altogether. I pushed them down to my ankles, as a strong stream of wee blasted its way through my already sodden panties, down my legs, and into my pulled down pants, then onto my socks and the towel I was standing on. I managed to get my left foot free, then spun around and hoisted my bottom up and over the sink, peeing freely the entire time, then I sighed deeply as I finished wetting through my knickers over the sink. 
 I was disgusted, ashamed, and embarrassed. 
 But to be honest, I was a little excited as well, although I didn’t know why to be honest. After all, it was just another in a long line of accidents I’d had over the years, but I think I have an idea I guess. 
 Most of my mishaps had always involved a sense of shame, coupled with a nervousness about being discovered. At school, at home with my parents, my friends, Kylie, or at work. Even the little accidents, the occasional leaks or squirts were always something that I’d needed to hide. I’d gotten away with literally dozens of tiny, manageable accidents over the years, but even those were scary at the time because of my fear of someone finding out that I’d wet myself, although the pad I usually wore in my undies usually absorbed these little dribbles. But now, no. I was alone, by myself, in my own place, with my own washing machine, and no one would ever know. 
 I would usually have been wearing a pad then, although there was no way a pad would’ve absorbed that accident anyway, it would’ve helped a bit. But I’d run out. Pads were one of the things I’d just purchased at the mall that morning. 
 My soaked jeans were dangling from my right foot, and I kicked them off and jumped down. Examining the damage, I saw that I’d peed down the front of the cupboard door beneath the sink, and left a trail of drops across the floor. 
 I carried my jeans to the little laundry, then went back, picked up the towel, and began wiping everything down, before scrubbing the metal sink with bleach. 
 I left my wet panties and socks on as I cleaned, and found myself occasionally touching myself briefly through the soaked cotton gusset of my knickers, and running a hand across my wet backside as well. 
 Only after I’d finished, did I take my panties and socks off, padded naked from the waist down back into the laundry to deposit them with my jeans, then mop the floor. 
 The entire experience, was, interesting, somehow liberating I suppose. I was no stranger to the occasional accident, but this was probably the first time that I’d ever had one, a large one,  that didn’t seem to matter. 
 I know. That sounds crazy. Stupid even. But after years of sneaking around spare underpants, incontinence pads, changes of clothes, mattress protectors and such, it was kind of nice (if that’s the right way to explain it) to suffer from my problem and not have to hide it from anyone. 
 It was still only the afternoon, but I poured myself a wine, and sat my naked butt down at the dining table. I thought back to many conversations had with doctors over the years, as well as internet information that I’d gathered, and how many times the idea of perhaps wearing diapers had been mentioned. I’d never really seriously considered that before, as I’d always lived with other people around, and had been too scared that they would find out. But now, I was finally on my own. Perhaps they might be a viable solution? 
 I fired up my laptop, sipped my wine, and began to search options for incontinence, diapers, and pull ups. Although vinyl seat was cool against my bare butt, my body was flushed with an internal heat as I read.....
 

Chapter Three. 
 
How It All Began. 
 
Okay, okay! I’ll bet you guys are waiting to hear the interesting bits! I’m almost there, just have to fill y’all in on how my current living situation resulted in my current incontinence issues. I’ll make it short and sweet, promise. 
 Like I said. I’m shy. Not as bad now, but I still prefer my own company. I guess that’s why I went down the career path that I did. 
 I want to be a writer. 
 After always getting top marks in English at high school, I went on to study journalism and English Literature at college, and aced it. I always knew that my quiet personality didn’t exactly lead towards a career as a hard hitting journalist, but if I wanted to one day actually write a book, I’d need to garner some life experiences. 
 I was very nervous with my applications though. I couldn’t put myself into a position of asking tough questions to important people in a crowd, for example, political journalist. Besides, I hate politics. Sport doesn’t interest me, nor does crime, which narrowed my chosen field down by a lot. 
 Until one day, BINGO! I landed an entry level job at a newspaper in a small city a few states away. I was never going to win a Pulitzer, and most of my job was reporting on local current affairs and community events, but I quickly fell in love with it. You might not think that reporting on the local bake sale or kids holiday activities would be fun, but I really enjoy it. It also forces me out of my shell, and makes me talk to and listen to people, all of which helps me with my novel. 
 It was perfect!
 Well, not completely perfect. Nothing ever is, I guess. It meant I had to move. That’s probably not a huge deal overall, but I had to keep sharing a house, with strangers again, just like college. 
 Now back then, I’d lucked out and gotten a room in a house with three other girls, whom were all really nice. We’re still friends to this day, although it’s more a social media type of friendship these days. 
 It was kind of funny back then. I wet my pants a couple of times, but they never treated it as a big deal, nor did they mind that one time I wet my bed after a party. Actually, all four of us wet our pants at least a couple of times, and we treated it as a joke. Much better than high school. Happy times. 
 But this time I had rented a room in a boarding house, run by a middle aged lady named Kylie. Kylie is fantastic. A genuinely lovely person, but not exactly a friend, if you know what I mean? 
 I remember the day that I drove there. Up early, on the road by five, grabbed a coffee on the way to help me stay alert. Although I limit my caffeine intake, I do enjoy a cappuccino, albeit rarely. 
 I could go into great detail about how I ended up stuck in traffic, and completely pissed myself in my car, but I won’t. This is a story about my new night time problems, nothing else, although I guess if you can the image of me awkwardly trying to change out of my piss soaked jeans and into a pair of leggings in the back seat, while parked in a shopping centre car park, then having to lay some towels on the seat before I eventually found Kylie’s house, then you might get an idea. 
 So. I lived there quietly and happily for a year, until I finished my probation, and got a permanent position on the staff as a bonafide journalist, and I finally started my novel. Once I felt comfortable enough with where I was heading, I put a deposit down on a new house. Only small. Three beds and two bath, but it will be perfect for me, when it finally gets finished. 
 I thought everything was going perfectly, until the day Kylie called me in, and told me that regretfully, she was selling the house, and I’d have to move. Her mum was sick, and she was selling up and moving closer to take care of her. There wasn’t really anything I could do. I didn’t have a lease, we just had a month by month agreement, and even a lease wouldn’t have been much good under the circumstances. 
 This put me in a bit of a bind, obviously. My new house build was still a couple of months (at least) short of completion, and I was about to become homeless. I couldn’t really take on a standard six month lease anywhere, as I would lose money by breaking it when my house was built, and I really, REALLY, didn’t want to move into a share house again. But, thankfully, Kylie came through for me, God Bless her. She knew the people who owned a caravan park just out of town, and with winter fast approaching, they were quiet. The park had on-site vans permanently fixed, and it was soon arranged that I could move in there on a monthly lease until my house was completed. It was a pretty neat arrangement really. I was almost devoid of possessions anyway, as I was planning on buying all new furniture when I moved, so apart from the clothes on my back, there was nothing I needed to store. 
 I moved in towards the end of autumn, and that’s when my descent into incontinence really began......

Ahhh....you need chapter four my friend! Chapter 3 is done. Only short, but sets it all up from there. Im working chapter four now, and believe me, it really takes off from there. 
I’m trying to keep one chapter in front, so once I’ve finished four, I’ll post three. 

Chapter Two. 
 
All Grown Up. Almost. 
 
So, I’d learned to stay clear of soda and caffeine, but the next stage in life is alcohol. Most kids will end up experimenting with it at some point, and I was no different. By the time I was sixteen, sneaking a drink here or there was just a thing that was done. My friends and I certainly didn’t drink excessively, or even all that often, but we did sneak a few when we could. I discovered that I actually liked beer, but waking up in a wet bed at sixteen is even worse than at ten, so I quickly learned to avoid it. It’s amazing how much cringe is involved when you have to tell your mum that you’ve wet the bed, then admit that you’d been drinking. I tried the flavoured vodka drinks a few times, and thought that they were nice, although I did pee in my jeans walking home from a party one night. Thank goodness I got away with that! Now, as a mature adult, (lol) I’ve discovered that white wine is my safest bet. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t aggravate my bladder at all. It still makes me need to pee, as most anything does, but it doesn’t give me the severe sudden urgency that other stuff does. I’ll still enjoy a beer or two if I’m safe, like at home or on the beach, but never at a party or in public. My bladder just becomes way too sensitive and unreliable. 
 For this reason, even to this day, I make sure that I always have a fitted, waterproof mattress protector on my bed. Mines good. Completely silent. I’ve shared my bed with a few people over the years, and nobody has ever noticed it. Best investment that I’ve ever made. Until a few months ago, I’d only ever wet my bed as an adult a handful of times, and alcohol was the cause of it each time. So it didn’t happen often, but I was nicely prepared for it when it did. One thing I learned, was wetting the bed as an adult was slightly annoying, but way less embarrassing, especially because I could deal with it myself. On the occasions that it happened, I wasn’t upset, humiliated or even overly bothered by it, apart from the extra washing that it led to. 
 I’m sure it would be much worse if I was sharing my bed with a partner, but thankfully that’s never happened. As of this moment I’m still happily single, although I’d like a partner one day, except I dread the thought of explaining my night time accidents to him. 
 Especially now. Now that I’m a nightly bed wetter who needs to wear nappies to bed......

Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies. 
 
Chapter One. 
 
 Hi everyone! I’m Paige, and I figured that this was probably the best place to tell my story.
 (Spoiler Alert: The heading pretty much sums up my story! 🤣)
 First, some background. I’m female, (duh!) 27 years old, and an aspiring writer. Up until recently, I’ve never had any sort of pee fetish, but I have dealt with OAB, over-active bladder issues like forever. 
 The OAB isn’t really too bad I suppose. It’s just sometimes, I can get a sudden urge to urinate, and I’ll need to get to a bathroom ASAP. If I don’t, there’s a good chance that I’ll wet my pants a bit, or even worse, a lot. It’s not a daily, or even weekly occurrence, but it does happen sometimes, and has done ever since I was a little girl. 
 Speaking of “Way Back Then,” I had a few instances of wet pants growing up, more than most kids did I suppose, although as I got older, my parents and I slowly worked out what could trigger it. 
 Basically, caffeine or sugar. If I drank too much soda or energy style drinks, it would really make me start having sudden urgency and occasional accidents. It also doesn’t help that I’ve always been a really shy girl. In junior school I wet myself in class a couple of times simply because I was too shy to put my hand up and ask. Even today, I’m very shy by nature, and enjoy my own company over others, although I’m nowhere near being that shy, emotional little wreck that I was until my mid-teens. 
 I’m probably over analysing things, but I think my childhood accidents were a lot to blame. Let’s face it. There’s nothing more mortifying for a tween aged girl than to wet herself at school in front of her classmates. 
 As for bed wetting back then, yeah, it happened a few times, but not too often. If I can remember correctly, I think I wore pull ups to bed till I was around five? Maybe a bit older, but I was certainly not needing them by the time I’d turned six. I did wake up to wet sheets on a handful of occasions after that, but by then we were starting to get a handle on what would trigger it, and my night time liquid intake was closely monitored. It turned out that I could drink all the water or milk that I wanted to, within reason of course, but carbonated beverages were a big no-no. Of course my daytime consumption of said beverages was frowned upon as well, but it’s almost impossible to stop a kid from partaking in the illicit stuff occasionally. Think birthday parties, family gatherings, weddings and stuff. On those occasions I’d be allowed a glass or two, but my bathroom usage would be closely monitored! 
 But, overall, my minor bladder issue was never a super big deal. Over the years I grew used to carrying spare panties in my bag, or shorts in my school stuff, and by the time that puberty really kicked in, it was almost, ALMOST, a non-event. 
 This has obviously changed quite a bit since then.....

Chapter Two
 
Suddenly, the concert in the park was less interesting, and when Megan suggested that they stop in the local pub for a drink first, Polly happily agreed. 
 “Sit over there?” Polly asked, gesturing towards a small table. 
 “Um, actually, I think I’m better off standing,” Megan replied, blushing a bit. 
 It took Polly a second to comprehend why this was so, but when the penny dropped, she blushed a bit herself. They took their drinks outside into the beer garden, and found a quiet spot over to one side, well away from the other patrons where they could talk quietly without being overheard. 
 “So? Fess up! I’m dying here! You gotta tell me everything! Like how did you even come up with this mad scheme?”
 Megan looked mildly uncomfortable, but excited at the same time. She was obviously a bit embarrassed, but also seemed really keen to explain the details. 
 “I saw it on a few Tumblr sites I’m on. People, well girls in particular, sharing videos of themselves wetting, and selling their panties afterwards. It looks like there’s a good market for it, so I thought I’d give it a go!”
 “So how long have you been doing it for?” Polly was intrigued. 
 “This was my first time,” Megan explained. “I bought these panties, uploaded a few pics of me wearing them, and asked if anyone would be interested in watching me wet them, then buy them off me. The response was incredible! Within half an hour, this dude, well I guess it’s a dude, transferred the money straight to me! He asked me to wear them for two days, and wet them at least once, and film it. Easy as that!”
 Polly was impressed, but also had at least one burning question. 
 “Ok. Cool. But how did you find out about this stuff in the first place Meegs? I mean, my Tumblr doesn’t show me stuff like that?”
 The blush on Megans face deepened to the point where it looked possible to light a cigarette off her cheeks, but she plowed on with determination, after taking a deep breath. 
 “Don’t judge me, alright Pol? But, I kinda like stuff like that. Look. I know it’s weird, but there’s lots of people who are into it. It’s called Omorashi. Being desperate to pee, and wetting yourself. Like a sexual kink kinda thing. I can’t explain why, but I really like it. I have done for as long as I can remember. It makes me horny.”
 Polly, unsure of exactly what to say, took a moment to sip on her drink, trying to mentally sort out just what she’d heard. After an short but uncomfortable silence, she tentatively proceeded. 
 “So, you like get turned on by pee play stuff. Like holding on and wetting yourself, is that it?”
 It was Megans turn to lapse into silence, which was unusual, and she sipped her drink and nodded. 
 “Wow. You never said anything about this before.”
 “Of course I fucking didn’t,” she hissed. “It’s not like something that just comes up in general conversation, is it?”
 “Ok, ok. Don’t get antsy Meegs. I’m not judging, I’m just trying to understand all of this. Like how? When? Why? What started this?”
 As per her normal, when she got excited or nervous, she distracted herself by draining her beer. Polly had barely touched hers, so Megan got herself another one, while her mind raced, trying to work out exactly what she should or shouldn’t say. When she returned, she began to explain. 
 “Honestly, I don’t really know. When I was a little kid, I’d wet myself sometimes. Not always accidentally either. If I was playing outside and had a dress or skirt on, I’d simply do my tinkle through my panties on the lawn. My mum didn’t seem to mind much, so long as it was outside. I always peed in my swimsuit too. I loved doing that.”
 Polly nodded. “I get that part. I did too. I think nearly all kids do that. It’s part of playing in water I guess.”
 “Yeah! Exactly! But I never really grew out of it. As I got older, I stopped deliberately wetting myself when mum could find out, but I still did it in private sometimes, like before I had a shower or something, then I’d hide my knickers until they were dry. I didn’t do it all the time, but I kept doing it. Then when I was thirteen, I discovered something...”
 Polly was intensely interested by now, especially since her friend had lowered her voice to almost a whisper. “What? What did you discover?”
 Megan grinned. “That if I peed in my panties, then rubbed the wet spot, that I would cum.”
 Both of the girls burst into laughter at that, making a few people look towards them. 
 “So, that’s about it,” she continued. “It just kind of went on from there. I guess the naughty, free feelings from when I was little just kinda morphed into it being a turn on. I started searching for stuff online, found out that I wasn’t the only person in the world who did it, and it went from there! It’s a lot more common that what you think.”
 Polly nodded. “No doubt. I mean obviously I’ve heard of it before. Are you one of those Adult Babies Meegs?”
 She shook her head. “Nah. That’s a bit weird for me. Although I will admit, I’d be happy to try wearing a diaper one day. Just to see what it feels like.”
 Polly almost choked on her drink. “What? Really? You’d wear a nappy?”
 “SHHHHHH! Fuck sake Pol. Keep it down, ok? But yes. I’d like to try that one day. Now how about you? You said you’ve wet yourself before and didn’t actually hate it. Tell me what it’s like for you?”
 Pollys natural defences were down a bit. The alcohol, small amount of pot, and the excitement of what she’d seen all combined in a heady mixture, and she felt uncharacteristically open to what would normally be an uncomfortable conversation. 
 “Okay. I’ll let you in on a secret too. Nobody in the whole wide world knows this, except me and my parents. But I used to wet the bed when I was a kid. Like almost every night, till I was about nine or ten. I used to wear pull ups to bed every night. I didn’t go to a single camp or sleepover until I was twelve, because I was always too scared of what might happen.”
 Megan punched her lightly on the arm. “Awww. You poor thing. That must’ve been hard. What about during the day? Did you ever have accidents?”
 “A few I guess. I mean, doesn’t every kid at some point? I never ever had one at school though, so that’s something. But yeah, I peed my pants a few times I guess.”
 “How did your parents react? Did they ever get mad at you?”
 Polly shook her head. “Nah. I mean mum wouldn’t be super impressed if it happened, she might’ve scolded me a little, but not too much. I guess the fact that I wet in my sleep might’ve softened the blow a bit. You know, made it less of a big deal?”
 “That makes sense,” Megan agreed. “When was the last time you had an accident?”
 Polly blushed. “Honestly? A few weeks ago, leaving your place actually. I sneezed while riding my bike home, and a bit came out. I can get a leak sometimes if I cough, laugh or sneeze unexpectedly.”
 “Stress incontinence,” Megan said with authority. 
 Polly nodded. “Yeah. Believe me, I’ve looked it up. I know it happens. Thankfully for me, it’s usually only a little leak, not like a big accident.”
 “When was your last big accident, Pol?”
 She considered this in silence for a few seconds. “My last big one? Like a full on accident? A few years ago, aged about fifteen I guess. I wet myself walking home from school. I never liked the school toilets, and I always tried to wait until I got home, but I didn’t make it that day. I was wearing jeans too. Totally soaked myself, and mum saw me. Really embarrassing.”
 “I’ll bet,” said Megan. “How good is your bladder control? Not talking about little sneeze pee stuff, but holding on in general?”
 Polly shrugged. “Not bad, I guess. To be honest, I don’t ever really try to hold on too long. Since I wet my pants that day, I always try and use the toilet whenever I can. It taught me a lesson, that’s for sure! What about you?”
 “Mines okay I guess, but not perfect. What happened earlier was really a proper accident. I didn’t do that on purpose. I really like holding on, but if I do that for too long, I’ll end up wetting myself and I can’t help it, but that’s kind of what turns me on as well. The feeling of losing control for real. I mean wetting my pants on purpose is fun, but not as exciting as having a real, unplanned accident! That’s why I’d like to try diapers one day. I think it would be so cool to have a big nappy on in public, and be busting to go, then accidentally lose control for real, like what happened earlier. Look. I know you must think I’m weird, but to me, that’s exciting!”
 Polly nodded. “Believe it or not, I do kinda get that? I mean, the whole being nervous and naughty bit I guess. As you know, I’m not the most talkative person going around, especially in a large group. I just don’t like opening up very much. But deep down, it does feel kind of nice to have secrets that nobody else knows about. Look. I’ll tell you one of mine. I really like taking nude pictures of myself sometimes....”
 Megan paused with her drink up close to her mouth. “What? You send naughty photos?”
 Immediately Polly blushed. “NO! Nonononono! I’d never do that! But I do like taking the photos and deleting them later. It makes me feel kind of, I don’t know, squirmy? Naughty? Like I’m doing something really bad, but I’m getting away with it?”
 Megan grinned. “EXACTLY! That’s kind of what I feel like with wet knickers on. Like now. Here we are, surrounded by total strangers, and I’m wearing soaked panties. But nobody knows! It makes me feel kinda sexy somehow!”
 They finished their drinks, and left the pub, making their way towards the park. When they were still a block away, Polly leant over and stage-whispered to her friend. 
 “Man. I wish I hadda gone to the loo before we left the pub! I’m busting all of a sudden.” 
 She punched Megans arm. “It’s your damn fault. You distracted me too much!”
 Megan gave her a sly glance. “You could always just wet yourself you know. We could film it. Not your face of course, but I’m sure we could sell it online....”
 Polly was horrified. “Are you fucking mental? I’m wearing jeans you idiot!”
 “Just a suggestion,” Megan replied with a grin. 
 Once they entered the park, Polly almost dragged Megan towards the toilet block, that unfortunately had a line up of women waiting at the door. 
 “Typical,” she muttered. “Come on. Are you coming with me?”
 “Nah. You go. I’ll just wait here, I hate public toilets,” so Polly took to the end of the line by herself. 
 The line moved slowly, and Polly soon found that her need to pee was increasing more and more with every passing minute. What had started out as a mild need, was very quickly becoming very uncomfortable. There were at least eight ladies or girls in front of her, and after five minutes, only four had managed to get in. She felt a bloating sensation developing in her lower stomach area, and an uncomfortable quivering between her legs. She became aware that her toes were clenching and unclenching inside her Converse, and she shifted her weight slightly, pressing her thighs together. To make matters worse, no other person in line seemed to be feeling the same level of desperation that she was feeling. A couple of girls were chatting quietly to each other, and most everyone else were glued to their phones. 
 Trying to ignore her aching bladder and twitchy, slightly damp pee hole, Polly took her own phone out, and absentmindedly switched it on. Almost immediately, a message notification appeared, from Megan. 
 “Haha! You look desperate! Shoulda wore a dress or skirt like me! Sucka!”
 Despite herself, she grinned, although she felt herself blushing a bit at the same time at the inference. Damn it! Even if she DID wear a skirt, there was absolutely no way that she would ever wet herself on purpose! At least not in public. Although, Megans idea of doing it for profit DID sound like it could have some merit in it.....
 The line moved forward again, as another two girls left the toilet, and two more went in. Only four left now before her turn. She shuddered slightly, dreading what the state of the toilets would be like by the time she got in there. Honestly, the ladies room could be just as bad as the men’s room sometimes. It was almost as if some girls deliberately peed all over the seat and floor. 
 Ohhh. Despite telling herself that she couldn’t possibly do a potty dance in public, Polly suddenly crossed her ankles, and put a hand protectively against her pubic mound. She had felt her urine starting to move inside her, like it was about to surge straight through her urethra, and explode into her pants. She removed her hand from between her legs, feeling the heat rising in her face, but thankfully not inside her panties. Yet. 
 She started to look around anxiously, wondering if there were any other options available to her. Shit. She’d even contemplate going behind a bush at this point! But alas, there simply wasn’t anywhere else she could go. Her mind tracked back to when she had wet herself walking home from school years ago, and she couldn’t remember being this desperate back then. The sudden realisation that she was about to publicly wet herself filled her with a mixture of fear and shame. 
 And excitement. 
 What?! Where the fuck did that thought come from? 
 She recrossed her legs the other way, not caring how she must look anymore. If she didn’t do it, the pee would be running down her legs at any given moment. Her phone pinged again. 
 “You look so hot and desperate Pol! We should totally be filming this! You’re a natural! 😉”
 Polly shivered. Of course Megan was watching. She could only hope that her desperation wasn’t as obvious to anybody else. 
 The strange thing was, knowing that her friend was not only watching, but enjoying her desperation, added to the excitement! Although she was absolutely terrified of wetting herself, on some level, deep down, it felt incredibly erotic to be so absolutely full-to-bursting in public! Her thoughts flicked back to watching Megan wet herself earlier, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. At the time, she had been shocked into disbelief, but now, she could almost understand just what it must’ve been like for her friend to do in front of her. She could feel a slight warm wetness against her sex that wasn’t pee. At least not yet. 
 The toilet door opened, and a mother with three young girls emerged, and suddenly, the doorway to Pollys salvation was at hand. She scurried in behind the other girls who were in front of her, and headed straight into the first available cubicle. 
 As expected, the state of the restroom left a lot to be desired. There was pee on the seat, and the rubbish bin was full, but with her body aching for relief, it was almost heavenly. Polly tore some paper off the roll with one hand, and started wiping the seat, while her other hand started struggling with the button on her jeans. She dumped the paper into the bowl as she yanked her jeans down, feeling a sudden squirt of warmth in her panties before she could get them down. 
 The sight of the toilet had been like a trigger, and her bladder had stopped asking, and started giving orders instead. It was going to empty itself now, regardless as to if she was ready or not. With her jeans around her knees, and pee trickling down both her thighs, Polly gave up on trying to save her underwear, choosing to just turn around and sit down, sighing with relief as a strong eruption of pee exploded inside her striped cotton briefs, and she shivered with excitement as she felt the wetness rapidly spreading up and over her sex, between her legs, and creeping up around the bottom of her buttocks, as multiple streams erupted into various mini waterfalls that started splashing noisily into the toilet bowl. 
 Polly put her hand sideways into her mouth, and bit down firmly, trying to muffle any groans of pleasure or relief that might escape. The restroom was noisy, as ladies entered and left, some chatting and laughing, and taps were being turned on and off. As she bit her left hand, while peeing loudly through her panties, her right hand found itself snaking down into the hot stream, then began rubbing firmly against the sodden cotton. 
 The fact that she was sitting there silently wetting herself in a room full of strangers that had no idea what was going on was so thrilling to her. Polly had never felt excitement such as this before. She could feel her orgasm approaching even before she had finished wetting herself, and her thighs tightened together, firmly trapping her hand against her dripping panties as she came. 
 It took a moment for her breathing to slow down, then she removed her shoes, jeans and panties, carefully keeping her socks of the dirty floor, before putting everything back on except the underpants. Only after she had wiped herself as much as she could, did she stand up, and pulled her jeans back up without any underpants on. 
 On shaky legs, she exited the cubicle, her wet panties scrunched into a tight little ball in her hands. There was people everywhere, and she nervously approached the sink, anxious to wash her hands. Without looking around, she dropped the wet panties into the rubbish bin, but, to her horror, they bounced off the rim, and fell to the floor. She picked them up quickly, finding the open lid easily on the second attempt, then froze as she saw the grinning face of another girl reflected in the mirror above the sink, standing directly behind her. 
 “Don’t worry babe, it happens to me too sometimes,” the girl whispered, giving her a wink before walking out. 
 Polly felt herself blushing from the roots of her hair, but as she washed her hands, she could feel the excitement building inside her once more. This complete stranger now knew that she had wet herself, and that was hot. Really hot. Hot enough that her pussy was starting to feel a bit wet again already. After drying her hands, she almost ran out of the bathroom. 
 Megan was standing on the grass, right beside the path. She had kicked her shoes off, and was staring intently at her phone, but looked up as Polly approached. 
 “I was starting to worry. Thought you’d fallen in or something,” she said. 
 “We have to talk,” Polly replied. “I want to hear more about this plan of yours.”
 Megan chuckled. “Ha! I knew you’d be interested! What changed your mind?”
 “I had a bit of an accident, just in my panties, if you must know.” 
 “Me too,” Megan replied with a grin, bobbing her head down, indicating that Polly should look down as well. 
 Polly followed her friends glance, and saw the drying wet stripes on Megans bare legs and feet, and how the grass was wet between them. There was even a tiny trickle that had run through the grass and onto the concrete kerb beside the path. 
 “See? It’s that easy,” she said, putting her phone away, and Polly suddenly understood that Megan had been filming her feet and ankles as she peed. 
 “Back to your place to talk?” Polly asked. 
 “Let’s go,” Megan replied. 
 

Chapter 1:
Fleur Timperley was a human dynamo of a child. Once she had set her mind to something, she persevered until it was completed. She rarely stuck with anything after it was done, but at least she finished it. 
Since childhood she had tried lots of things. She studied Tae Kwon Do when she was six, and was a natural at it. It only took her six months to achieve her yellow belt, which she did with ease, then decided that she simply didn't want to do it anymore. 
Little Athletics was next. She enjoyed training, competed in her first carnival, won the 100 and 200 meter races, then said it wasn't for her. The same went for swimming, her coach had heaped praise on her ability, but she had no interest in pursuing it. 
Her mother decided that perhaps music might be her thing, and after trying the piano and violin, she settled on the guitar, and practiced constantly, even to the point of making her fingers bleed. By the age of 10, she was quite adept, but said she was sick of the lessons and didn't want to go anymore. The guitar was slightly different from her other interests, which also included a brief foray into tap dancing and art classes, for the fact that she never entirely gave it away completely, and every now and then, would drag her old six string out of her cupboard and happily play for a couple of hours. 
Her mother, Anna, never despaired with her daughters ever changing hobbies, feeling that eventually she would find something that she was passionate about to stick at. 
By the time Fleur was 15, her main passions were education and feminism. She had decided that she wanted to be a teacher, and fight the good fight for women's rights. She certainly wasn't a man hater by any stretch though, and had a lot of boyfriends, although no relationship seemed to last more than a few months at most. 
She put this down to a few things. Her intelligence, that always made itself known by her being naturally argumentative, and enjoying it when she could use her wits to out argue any boy on any topic should she choose too, her passion for women's rights, which she herself had admitted a few times could become a touch over zealous, and her incontinence issues. 
She could certainly understand why boys would be put off by her arguing over any issue. Her constant diatribes on women's perceived status as somehow being less worthy of equal pay and rights equivalent to their male counterparts. Then she would wet herself. 
Her incontinence wasn't a major thing, she just had a weak bladder. It wasn't as if she had to go around diapered all day or anything, she just needed to be careful when her bladder was getting full. She had stress incontinence, which resulted in her having little accidents if she coughed, sneezed, or laughed too hard, but also was prone to bouts of urge incontinence, which meant that when she got a strong urge to pee, she really had to act on it immediately, or else she ran the risk of completely wetting her pants. 
It was a sort of family joke. Pee incontinence ran in the family. Anna had always been the same, as had Fleurs grandmama Joyce. It just seemed to be a genetic family trait amongst the females, they had weak bladders, especially after childbirth. Fleur knew her mother often wet her pants, and as a result, when Fleur had an accident, it wasn't treated as a big deal. As a child, Fleur had even been told to just 'go in your pants' by her mother on occasions when there wasn't a toilet readily available. 
By the time Fleur was 18, she was studying to be a primary school teacher. She had also discovered the alluring effects of alcohol and pot, and would party hard with the radical "hippie" set on the college campus. Thanks to the single-mindedness of her studies, she maintained excellent grades, but also smoked a lot of pot and drank a lot of vodka.
When she drank too much, or got too high, she would usually wet her pants, but she would tell anyone who might suggest that perhaps that might be a sign that she'd had enough, that it was none of ther business.
'It's my right as a woman to decide when I've had enough, and having a weak bladder is just another sign of how women have a poorer deal than men.  I can't help it if I wet myself, and I refuse to feel any shame about the fact that my female body is quite unfairly not as good at bladder control as what the typical males body is! Just because Im unfairly cursed with this, and my pants are wet, doesn't mean that I have any less right to stay and enjoy myself  just as much as anyone else does! So what if they're wet? They'll soon dry! And the mere suggestion that I should leave because of it is a form of oppression!'
Needless to say she was a divisive character. The radicals on campus loved her for her forthright attitude, while the more traditional students viewed her as an intense, left wing nut job. Whatever the opinion, the general consensus was she would no doubt end up getting a liberal arts degree and joining a radical political party at some stage. 
She did minor in liberal arts, but maintained her major in early childhood education, and was soon well known on the campus as "that loud mouthed hippie chick who pisses herself a lot."
She enjoyed her four years of college, regardless of her incontinence issues, and just flatly refused to let an issue like that stand in the way of her degree. She was aware that there were products on the market to help her with her problem, but in her mind she didn't think that it was fair to expect her to pay out good money from her meagre students allowance on expensive products like diapers. Being a medical issue, they should be free. It was only the Big Pharma companies that insisted on milking the population out of every cent they could to line the fat pockets of their grossly overpaid C.E.O.'s at the expense of the poor working man, (or woman, let's not forget women!) that made necessary items like diapers too expensive and out of reach of the general poor student. 
In a good, working, Marxist economy, the necessities like diapers for the medically disabled would be a right, not a privilege. Perhaps she would take an interest in politics after school. After all, somebody had to take a stance on behalf of the downtrodden. Particularly women.
Of course the fact that her incontinence usually flared up while drunk on box wine, vodka and dope had nothing at all to do with being oppressed.
It was nearing the end of her graduating year that her world suddenly changed. There was a huge party involved, (of course), a drunk and stoned Fleur wet her pants, (of course), ended up taking her wet jeans off, (of course), and ended up partaking in a rather large sexual orgy, involving half the people in her liberal arts class. 
Two weeks before graduation, she awoke feeling ill one morning, and started throwing up. This happened every day for a week. She was about to make a doctors appointment, when she realised that her period was a week late. 
A simple kit from the campus pharmacy confirmed it. She was pregnant.

Between the ages of 12-15, I was friends with a girl who lived across the road from me, Shelley, who was a year younger. 
Shelley occasionally wet herself on accident, and it never bothered her. Usually it was only a minor leaking type of thing, although she sometimes had larger accidents as well. 
Ive told the story before, but the very first time I met her, when I was 12 and she was 11, she completely wet her jeans while we played on her trampoline. We talked about wetting a lot, and both enjoyed doing it whenever we could, particularly in our bathing suits while we played in the water. We both had small above ground pools, and Slip n Slides, and we spent a lot of time having water fights and stuff, solely for the purpose of wetting our pants. 
Usually, we didn't actually make a big deal out of doing it in front of each other as such, but would play holding games, and constantly be telling each other about how badly we needed to go, then we'd sneakily pee in our shorts or bathers while the other one wasn't looking, then admit what we'd done. We'd talk about it the whole time, but not usually do it in front of one another. 
"I still need to pee. Do you?"
"Nah. I peed on the slide a minute ago!"
Or, "I can't hold on. I'm gonna pee beside the house," and we'd run around the corner to do it, then come back grinning and talk about it. 
There were a lot of times we did do it in front of each other though. One day we'd planned a water fight earlier in the morning, expressly to wet ourselves, and agreed to hold on until then. When she came over after lunch, she was wearing a blue one piece swimsuit and an oversized t-shirt that came nearly to her knees. When we went outside to fill our buckets up, I told her I was busting, and she lifted her shirt up, revealing a very wet crotch. I asked her if she'd had an accident, and she said no, but she couldn't hold on any longer, so before she came over, she'd sat on the toilet and peed through her swimsuit. She dared me to do the same while I was still dry. I was wearing orange shorts, and I stood in front of her and completely wet myself around the side of the house, then we giggled and immediately got saturated to hide what we'd done. 
Another story I've told before, was the time we pretended to be robbers breaking into her house. Her folks were out, and she was playing at my place, so we went across to her empty house and started pretending that we were going to break in, but the cops had arrived and we had to hide. We couldn't move or they'd find us, and we ended up wetting our shorts due to fear in front of each other. This had come about after we watched a movie that had a fear wetting scene in it. 
A couple of times we played schools, pretending we were stuck in detention with each other and desperate, and we'd have "accidents" in front of each other. We were usually already wet from the pool or hose, but did do it dry a few times. 
We wet at the public pool a lot. Admittedly mostly in the water beside each other, but a few times walking around as well. 
Seeing Shelley with a small wet spot between her legs wasn't exactly common, but happened often enough that it wasn't exactly rare either. Multiple times we'd be sitting in the floor playing a game, and she'd go to the toilet, coming back with a small wet patch. She'd sit opposite me, and wouldn't try to hide it, even pointing it out to me sometimes. 
We shared a lot of wetting stories. We told each other about all of our past accidents, and if we ever saw another kid with wet pants, we couldn't wait to tell each other. 
They were good times. 

Between the ages of 12-15, I was friends with a girl who lived across the road from me, Shelley, who was a year younger. 
Shelley occasionally wet herself on accident, and it never bothered her. Usually it was only a minor leaking type of thing, although she sometimes had larger accidents as well. 
Ive told the story before, but the very first time I met her, when I was 12 and she was 11, she completely wet her jeans while we played on her trampoline. We talked about wetting a lot, and both enjoyed doing it whenever we could, particularly in our bathing suits while we played in the water. We both had small above ground pools, and Slip n Slides, and we spent a lot of time having water fights and stuff, solely for the purpose of wetting our pants. 
Usually, we didn't actually make a big deal out of doing it in front of each other as such, but would play holding games, and constantly be telling each other about how badly we needed to go, then we'd sneakily pee in our shorts or bathers while the other one wasn't looking, then admit what we'd done. We'd talk about it the whole time, but not usually do it in front of one another. 
"I still need to pee. Do you?"
"Nah. I peed on the slide a minute ago!"
Or, "I can't hold on. I'm gonna pee beside the house," and we'd run around the corner to do it, then come back grinning and talk about it. 
There were a lot of times we did do it in front of each other though. One day we'd planned a water fight earlier in the morning, expressly to wet ourselves, and agreed to hold on until then. When she came over after lunch, she was wearing a blue one piece swimsuit and an oversized t-shirt that came nearly to her knees. When we went outside to fill our buckets up, I told her I was busting, and she lifted her shirt up, revealing a very wet crotch. I asked her if she'd had an accident, and she said no, but she couldn't hold on any longer, so before she came over, she'd sat on the toilet and peed through her swimsuit. She dared me to do the same while I was still dry. I was wearing orange shorts, and I stood in front of her and completely wet myself around the side of the house, then we giggled and immediately got saturated to hide what we'd done. 
Another story I've told before, was the time we pretended to be robbers breaking into her house. Her folks were out, and she was playing at my place, so we went across to her empty house and started pretending that we were going to break in, but the cops had arrived and we had to hide. We couldn't move or they'd find us, and we ended up wetting our shorts due to fear in front of each other. This had come about after we watched a movie that had a fear wetting scene in it. 
A couple of times we played schools, pretending we were stuck in detention with each other and desperate, and we'd have "accidents" in front of each other. We were usually already wet from the pool or hose, but did do it dry a few times. 
We wet at the public pool a lot. Admittedly mostly in the water beside each other, but a few times walking around as well. 
Seeing Shelley with a small wet spot between her legs wasn't exactly common, but happened often enough that it wasn't exactly rare either. Multiple times we'd be sitting in the floor playing a game, and she'd go to the toilet, coming back with a small wet patch. She'd sit opposite me, and wouldn't try to hide it, even pointing it out to me sometimes. 
We shared a lot of wetting stories. We told each other about all of our past accidents, and if we ever saw another kid with wet pants, we couldn't wait to tell each other. 
They were good times. 

So I went for a walk to the beach yesterday afternoon. It's a quick walk of only ten minutes from my house down 2 back streets and through a normally nearly deserted car park and over a hill. 
I needed to pee before I left, although not urgently, and as I'd been drinking beer, I knew I'd be able to wet myself quite easily once I got there. I chose to wear my "pee undies." These are blue camouflage pattern with a thicker white inner lining. I pee in these every day to some extent, and let them air dry, and as of yesterday I had wet them well over 20 times without washing them. The entire front and crotch are stained a yellow colour, and they were still wet from my morning wetting where I stood outside in the garden and flooded them.  These went under a pair of black, high cut nylon/polyester  running shorts with a supportive inner mesh netting. The shorts are a very faded black, and although they're not absorbent, they show off wetness quite distinctly. 
My still very damp underpants clung tightly to my balls as the mesh support of my shorts pressed against me firmly, as I gathered another couple of beers into a cooler bag and grabbed a towel, hurrying to get out of the house before my wife or kids would notice the distinct pee smell that followed me due to my continuously peed in but unwashed briefs that were still wet. 
I opened a beer and headed off, my body heat quickly warming up my wet undies, and giving me a secret thrill of walking down a public street knowing that I'd wet myself, and enjoying not only the physical feeling, but the naughtiness of it as well. Because the mesh contains everything down there, I knew from past experiences that no wet spot would show on the faded black vinyl unless I squeezed myself or really pressed on it, or of course wet again, which I planned to do all of during my walk. 
Not much here for the desperation fans I'm afraid. I needed to pee, although not badly, and I was in full control, although having even a slight need whilst wearing wet pants certainly increases the feeling of necessity. I made it down the 2 quiet side streets, and into the car park without seeing a single person walking anywhere, although there where a lot of people enjoying the nice day out in their gardens. 
Once I got to the top of the car park, and found it empty, I allowed myself to grab my dick through the vinyl material and squeeze it firmly, and could feel moisture wicking underneath my hand. I slid into a "pretend desperation " mode, and squashed my thighs together tightly and bounced up and down a bit, pretending to be more desperate than what I really was. 
I walked through the empty car park, continuously grabbing and squeezing my shorts, and basically over exaggerating my need, but I waited until I was out the other side, and walking up the hill towards the main path, before I stopped and examined my shorts for visible damage, finding a wet spot the size of a golf ball standing out very openly. Now I was noticeably wet, it added to the thrill of it all, and I held my cooler bag in front of myself to hide the unmistakable wet patch.
By now, being half drunk, and still having my bladder continuing to fill up thanks to the beer I'd been drinking over the last few hours, and the feeling of wetness pressing against me, my urgency kicked up a notch, and although I wasn't in any danger of accidentally losing control, by now I genuinely needed to pee sooner rather than later. 
I walked up the path, and turned onto the sandy track that leads to the beach itself. This track goes upwards for a bit, hits the top of the dune, bends right, and goes down to the sand. It's the most private and hidden spot of the walk, but also the most dangerous one for being caught, as you can't see or hear anyone who might be approaching from the beach itself. I've been "caught" there before walking along in wet shorts when someone appeared suddenly in front of me, but I was lucky or quick enough to hold my towel in front of me to hide it. 
I decided to let a bit out. I spread my legs a bit wider, and held myself through my shorts while pointing myself down. Relaxing my bladder, it only took a couple of seconds for me to start peeing, and I felt the wonderful warmth spreading rapidly through my damp underwear, and my hand getting warm and wet through the nylon between my legs. Within seconds, I was leaking freely, and a warm pee trail ran down both legs and over my feet, which were in a pair of flip flops. The pee ran over my feet, and pooled on the sand beneath me, as I struggled, unsuccessfully at first, to shut of the flow as a steady stream ran from the crotch and hem of my short shorts. I must've peed for perhaps 7-10 seconds before I was able to regain control again. 
By now, the front of my faded shorts were very wet, with a patch the size of a small plate soaking me from the inside hem of my left leg, over the front with a spot much bigger than a tennis ball, all the way to the hem on the other side. My bare legs and feet were glistening in the sun, and that combined with a big wet patch on the ground would've made it incredibly obvious what I had just done if anybody appeared over the dune at that moment. 
Holding my cooler and now my towel as well for the sake of privacy, I hurried over the dune and down onto the beach itself. To my right it was deserted, and to the left the nearest people were perhaps 200 meters away.
I was safe. 
I lit a cigarette and stood there, finally letting go altogether. I pissed like a racehorse, strong enough to force a small arc through the seam on my crotch, and the bottom of my orange Billabong t-shirt soon got wet as well, wicking the wetness up towards my tummy as I again coated my legs and feet in naughty wetness. I allowed myself to hold with my free hand as I peed, and the urine was running uncontrollably through my fingers. 
By the time I'd finished, I was soaked. I finished my smoke and stood there enjoying the sensation, but by then the people to my left started walking towards me, so I hurriedly dropped my cooler and towel, and ran into the water to hide what a naughty boy I had been. 

Between the ages of 12-15, I was friends with a girl who lived across the road from me, Shelley, who was a year younger. 
Shelley occasionally wet herself on accident, and it never bothered her. Usually it was only a minor leaking type of thing, although she sometimes had larger accidents as well. 
Ive told the story before, but the very first time I met her, when I was 12 and she was 11, she completely wet her jeans while we played on her trampoline. We talked about wetting a lot, and both enjoyed doing it whenever we could, particularly in our bathing suits while we played in the water. We both had small above ground pools, and Slip n Slides, and we spent a lot of time having water fights and stuff, solely for the purpose of wetting our pants. 
Usually, we didn't actually make a big deal out of doing it in front of each other as such, but would play holding games, and constantly be telling each other about how badly we needed to go, then we'd sneakily pee in our shorts or bathers while the other one wasn't looking, then admit what we'd done. We'd talk about it the whole time, but not usually do it in front of one another. 
"I still need to pee. Do you?"
"Nah. I peed on the slide a minute ago!"
Or, "I can't hold on. I'm gonna pee beside the house," and we'd run around the corner to do it, then come back grinning and talk about it. 
There were a lot of times we did do it in front of each other though. One day we'd planned a water fight earlier in the morning, expressly to wet ourselves, and agreed to hold on until then. When she came over after lunch, she was wearing a blue one piece swimsuit and an oversized t-shirt that came nearly to her knees. When we went outside to fill our buckets up, I told her I was busting, and she lifted her shirt up, revealing a very wet crotch. I asked her if she'd had an accident, and she said no, but she couldn't hold on any longer, so before she came over, she'd sat on the toilet and peed through her swimsuit. She dared me to do the same while I was still dry. I was wearing orange shorts, and I stood in front of her and completely wet myself around the side of the house, then we giggled and immediately got saturated to hide what we'd done. 
Another story I've told before, was the time we pretended to be robbers breaking into her house. Her folks were out, and she was playing at my place, so we went across to her empty house and started pretending that we were going to break in, but the cops had arrived and we had to hide. We couldn't move or they'd find us, and we ended up wetting our shorts due to fear in front of each other. This had come about after we watched a movie that had a fear wetting scene in it. 
A couple of times we played schools, pretending we were stuck in detention with each other and desperate, and we'd have "accidents" in front of each other. We were usually already wet from the pool or hose, but did do it dry a few times. 
We wet at the public pool a lot. Admittedly mostly in the water beside each other, but a few times walking around as well. 
Seeing Shelley with a small wet spot between her legs wasn't exactly common, but happened often enough that it wasn't exactly rare either. Multiple times we'd be sitting in the floor playing a game, and she'd go to the toilet, coming back with a small wet patch. She'd sit opposite me, and wouldn't try to hide it, even pointing it out to me sometimes. 
We shared a lot of wetting stories. We told each other about all of our past accidents, and if we ever saw another kid with wet pants, we couldn't wait to tell each other. 
They were good times. 

Chapter Three. 
 
How It All Began. 
 
Okay, okay! I’ll bet you guys are waiting to hear the interesting bits! I’m almost there, just have to fill y’all in on how my current living situation resulted in my current incontinence issues. I’ll make it short and sweet, promise. 
 Like I said. I’m shy. Not as bad now, but I still prefer my own company. I guess that’s why I went down the career path that I did. 
 I want to be a writer. 
 After always getting top marks in English at high school, I went on to study journalism and English Literature at college, and aced it. I always knew that my quiet personality didn’t exactly lead towards a career as a hard hitting journalist, but if I wanted to one day actually write a book, I’d need to garner some life experiences. 
 I was very nervous with my applications though. I couldn’t put myself into a position of asking tough questions to important people in a crowd, for example, political journalist. Besides, I hate politics. Sport doesn’t interest me, nor does crime, which narrowed my chosen field down by a lot. 
 Until one day, BINGO! I landed an entry level job at a newspaper in a small city a few states away. I was never going to win a Pulitzer, and most of my job was reporting on local current affairs and community events, but I quickly fell in love with it. You might not think that reporting on the local bake sale or kids holiday activities would be fun, but I really enjoy it. It also forces me out of my shell, and makes me talk to and listen to people, all of which helps me with my novel. 
 It was perfect!
 Well, not completely perfect. Nothing ever is, I guess. It meant I had to move. That’s probably not a huge deal overall, but I had to keep sharing a house, with strangers again, just like college. 
 Now back then, I’d lucked out and gotten a room in a house with three other girls, whom were all really nice. We’re still friends to this day, although it’s more a social media type of friendship these days. 
 It was kind of funny back then. I wet my pants a couple of times, but they never treated it as a big deal, nor did they mind that one time I wet my bed after a party. Actually, all four of us wet our pants at least a couple of times, and we treated it as a joke. Much better than high school. Happy times. 
 But this time I had rented a room in a boarding house, run by a middle aged lady named Kylie. Kylie is fantastic. A genuinely lovely person, but not exactly a friend, if you know what I mean? 
 I remember the day that I drove there. Up early, on the road by five, grabbed a coffee on the way to help me stay alert. Although I limit my caffeine intake, I do enjoy a cappuccino, albeit rarely. 
 I could go into great detail about how I ended up stuck in traffic, and completely pissed myself in my car, but I won’t. This is a story about my new night time problems, nothing else, although I guess if you can the image of me awkwardly trying to change out of my piss soaked jeans and into a pair of leggings in the back seat, while parked in a shopping centre car park, then having to lay some towels on the seat before I eventually found Kylie’s house, then you might get an idea. 
 So. I lived there quietly and happily for a year, until I finished my probation, and got a permanent position on the staff as a bonafide journalist, and I finally started my novel. Once I felt comfortable enough with where I was heading, I put a deposit down on a new house. Only small. Three beds and two bath, but it will be perfect for me, when it finally gets finished. 
 I thought everything was going perfectly, until the day Kylie called me in, and told me that regretfully, she was selling the house, and I’d have to move. Her mum was sick, and she was selling up and moving closer to take care of her. There wasn’t really anything I could do. I didn’t have a lease, we just had a month by month agreement, and even a lease wouldn’t have been much good under the circumstances. 
 This put me in a bit of a bind, obviously. My new house build was still a couple of months (at least) short of completion, and I was about to become homeless. I couldn’t really take on a standard six month lease anywhere, as I would lose money by breaking it when my house was built, and I really, REALLY, didn’t want to move into a share house again. But, thankfully, Kylie came through for me, God Bless her. She knew the people who owned a caravan park just out of town, and with winter fast approaching, they were quiet. The park had on-site vans permanently fixed, and it was soon arranged that I could move in there on a monthly lease until my house was completed. It was a pretty neat arrangement really. I was almost devoid of possessions anyway, as I was planning on buying all new furniture when I moved, so apart from the clothes on my back, there was nothing I needed to store. 
 I moved in towards the end of autumn, and that’s when my descent into incontinence really began......

Chapter Two. 
 
All Grown Up. Almost. 
 
So, I’d learned to stay clear of soda and caffeine, but the next stage in life is alcohol. Most kids will end up experimenting with it at some point, and I was no different. By the time I was sixteen, sneaking a drink here or there was just a thing that was done. My friends and I certainly didn’t drink excessively, or even all that often, but we did sneak a few when we could. I discovered that I actually liked beer, but waking up in a wet bed at sixteen is even worse than at ten, so I quickly learned to avoid it. It’s amazing how much cringe is involved when you have to tell your mum that you’ve wet the bed, then admit that you’d been drinking. I tried the flavoured vodka drinks a few times, and thought that they were nice, although I did pee in my jeans walking home from a party one night. Thank goodness I got away with that! Now, as a mature adult, (lol) I’ve discovered that white wine is my safest bet. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t aggravate my bladder at all. It still makes me need to pee, as most anything does, but it doesn’t give me the severe sudden urgency that other stuff does. I’ll still enjoy a beer or two if I’m safe, like at home or on the beach, but never at a party or in public. My bladder just becomes way too sensitive and unreliable. 
 For this reason, even to this day, I make sure that I always have a fitted, waterproof mattress protector on my bed. Mines good. Completely silent. I’ve shared my bed with a few people over the years, and nobody has ever noticed it. Best investment that I’ve ever made. Until a few months ago, I’d only ever wet my bed as an adult a handful of times, and alcohol was the cause of it each time. So it didn’t happen often, but I was nicely prepared for it when it did. One thing I learned, was wetting the bed as an adult was slightly annoying, but way less embarrassing, especially because I could deal with it myself. On the occasions that it happened, I wasn’t upset, humiliated or even overly bothered by it, apart from the extra washing that it led to. 
 I’m sure it would be much worse if I was sharing my bed with a partner, but thankfully that’s never happened. As of this moment I’m still happily single, although I’d like a partner one day, except I dread the thought of explaining my night time accidents to him. 
 Especially now. Now that I’m a nightly bed wetter who needs to wear nappies to bed......

Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies. 
 
Chapter One. 
 
 Hi everyone! I’m Paige, and I figured that this was probably the best place to tell my story.
 (Spoiler Alert: The heading pretty much sums up my story! 🤣)
 First, some background. I’m female, (duh!) 27 years old, and an aspiring writer. Up until recently, I’ve never had any sort of pee fetish, but I have dealt with OAB, over-active bladder issues like forever. 
 The OAB isn’t really too bad I suppose. It’s just sometimes, I can get a sudden urge to urinate, and I’ll need to get to a bathroom ASAP. If I don’t, there’s a good chance that I’ll wet my pants a bit, or even worse, a lot. It’s not a daily, or even weekly occurrence, but it does happen sometimes, and has done ever since I was a little girl. 
 Speaking of “Way Back Then,” I had a few instances of wet pants growing up, more than most kids did I suppose, although as I got older, my parents and I slowly worked out what could trigger it. 
 Basically, caffeine or sugar. If I drank too much soda or energy style drinks, it would really make me start having sudden urgency and occasional accidents. It also doesn’t help that I’ve always been a really shy girl. In junior school I wet myself in class a couple of times simply because I was too shy to put my hand up and ask. Even today, I’m very shy by nature, and enjoy my own company over others, although I’m nowhere near being that shy, emotional little wreck that I was until my mid-teens. 
 I’m probably over analysing things, but I think my childhood accidents were a lot to blame. Let’s face it. There’s nothing more mortifying for a tween aged girl than to wet herself at school in front of her classmates. 
 As for bed wetting back then, yeah, it happened a few times, but not too often. If I can remember correctly, I think I wore pull ups to bed till I was around five? Maybe a bit older, but I was certainly not needing them by the time I’d turned six. I did wake up to wet sheets on a handful of occasions after that, but by then we were starting to get a handle on what would trigger it, and my night time liquid intake was closely monitored. It turned out that I could drink all the water or milk that I wanted to, within reason of course, but carbonated beverages were a big no-no. Of course my daytime consumption of said beverages was frowned upon as well, but it’s almost impossible to stop a kid from partaking in the illicit stuff occasionally. Think birthday parties, family gatherings, weddings and stuff. On those occasions I’d be allowed a glass or two, but my bathroom usage would be closely monitored! 
 But, overall, my minor bladder issue was never a super big deal. Over the years I grew used to carrying spare panties in my bag, or shorts in my school stuff, and by the time that puberty really kicked in, it was almost, ALMOST, a non-event. 
 This has obviously changed quite a bit since then.....

CDNI: Ch 1
I awoke to sun streaming through windows that weren't my own, in a bed that wasn't my own, in fact the only thing that was my own that I could see was my tank top and soaked night diaper. After a brief moment of internal panic my memories of the previous day reasserted themselves, I'm surprised it only took them that long, jetlag from an 11 hour flight is a bitch, worse than that time last summer I snuck one of aunt martha's jello shots. Note to self 1, I am a foreign exchange student, this will be my room for the year. I had been offered use of the older daughter's room, she still had 3 years of university left and was living on campus, but I had been sharing a room since I was 4 and would probably have more trouble adjusting if I also had to adjust to being alone in a room, so I am imposing on the hospitality of the younger daughter. Not a bad deal for me, she is super cute in a nerdy, tech girl way I like, not that I can say much on that front. While I like to think of myself as Lara Croft-ish, I know I look more like a young, female, Daniel Jackson. Early seasons Danny, not later on when his adventures had turned him into the hunkyist archeologist since Dr. Jones. Anyway, note to self 2, must aquire hydration. Long flights can make you thirsty as hell, and though I had drank a ton last night as evidenced by how soaked I am, I still needed a drink STAT, it's probably even the reason I woke up.
Though usually back home I would get out of my wet nighttime garment and right into the shower, I desperately needed that water. Also I only vaguely remembered the house layout from last night's tour and there was no connected bath to this room. Alice was obviously awake as the bed across the room was empty, hopefully she wouldn't mind me walking around in my wet diaper too much for the short time it would take for me to chug a glass, and could then point me in the direction of the shower.
Ok, standing, woah that's a headrush and a half. I am not looking forward to this again on the way home already. The door is slightly ajar, so my first choice: left or right. Squinting left I see two sets of stairs, kitchen is probably downstairs and that is my best bet for water, but where would Alice be? Well, if she was downstairs it would be easy, if not I could look for her or a shower after that life giving liquid. I turn the corner on the stairs and my poor bi heart goes into overdrive. Nerdy tech girl is jacked. Alice is gaming with some friends on her laptop in the living room at the bottom, flannel shirt open to a sports bra showing off her amazing abs, with an absolutely adorable set of cat ear headphones. She is, surprisingly, still wearing her diaper, a disposable I notice in contrast to my own cloth. She isn't one of the seven percent of people who have daytime incontinence so I am surprised she didn't change when she got up. My mother would pitch a fit if I was lounging around in my diaper like that. She looks up at my footsteps, "oi, this is my last match ya reprobates. Exchange sister is up and I'm showing her around before classes start." She smiles at me, making my damn traitor of a heart flutter again. "Give me five, ya? Coffee and kettle are still running, and mum made waffles before they left for work." she points to the kitchen I can now see on the other side of the stairs. No mention of my still diapered state, maybe that's just more normal here?
Coffee and waffles are just what I needed, and I return to the living room feeling human again only for Alice to once again shock me. As she leads me to the shower she casually, obviously, wets her diaper. It hit's me like a truck. She had been waiting for me to wake up. Waiting for me before doing anything she would normally do, so that she can assist me in this strange, new home. "You can go first!" I stammer out, and she turns and looks at me quizzically. "I mean, you really didn't need to wait for me to get up, I could have waited a bit while you were in the shower so you could change, I've thrown off your whole schedule..." She stops me with a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey, it's no worries. You didn't throw me off much at all. If I wanted to I could use the upstairs shower while you're down here, but I figured I would relax, do a poo while you shower and then shower and change myself. Then we can go out and I can show you 'round town."
"Do a... In your diaper... While awake?" I was shocked, to say the least. I had never even considered using my diaper to wet when awake besides on long car trips.
"Yah, that's probably a difference in cloth and disposable though, yah? Cloth that would be a right pain to clean off, reduce the lifespan of the diaper. Disposable though, you only get one use, and their pretty cheap but not free, best to get a full use out of them, least that's what Ma says. Shit, we didn't really think of that. That going to be uncomfortable for you?" Her reasoning, on thinking about it, was perfectly sound, and I told her it was fine. I figured I would quickly get used to it, it wasn't like I didn't have a few Sevens in my friend groups who would do the same and barely notice. She breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm probably more casual about it than most due to Melina and Leah, but it is pretty common among folks I know."
"If you don't mind me asking, Melina and Leah?"
"Oh, yah. Mel is my sister, in Uni to be a doctor, so 'bout seven years ago when she decided medicine was the field for her we all went full time with her for a year, didn't help I was barely fully trained at the time, had to train for a bit again after." This made sense, doctors never know when an emergency could leave them busy for hours at a time, so many of them stay in diapers full time. And with that timing Alice would have been fully trained only a year or two before that, I was an oddball at seven, most people aren't fully trained until ten-ish. "Leah is a Seven, my best friend for ages. For a lot of my life two of the most important people to me are diapered full time, so using them just isn't that weird to me." She shrugs, "anyway, shower's yours, holler if you need anything."

When I was 16, I worked for a supermarket, and we had a social game of football, (Aussie Rules) against another store. 
It was a cold, wet winters day, and I wore short black nylon running shorts. After the half time break, the drinks I'd been having caught up with me, and I needed to pee, although not desperately. 
There was a huge muddy puddle on the ground, and at one stage, I tackled a guy right in the middle of it, and we both ended up soaked and covered in mud. 
After a goal was kicked, we ran back to our positions, and when play went forward, I found myself alone on the back line, with no one else around, soaking wet, covered in mud, and standing in the pouring rain.
As I said, I needed to go, but not really badly, but the idea came to me that I was so wet already, (even my underpants were soaked,) that nobody would know if I wet myself.
So I did. A little bit at a time. I'd let a little bit out, then a bit more, and a bit more.....
My wet underpants and nylon shorts wouldn't contain anything, and it just freely trickled down my legs. I did this on and off for ages, just letting it out slowly. Because I wasn't absolutely busting, I had full control, and at no stage did I ever lose it completely. It was the true definition of a controlled wetting.
The only visible part was, if you looked closely, I ended up with clean stripes showing up on my muddy legs, but when this happened, I'd either rub my legs together, or wipe them with my hand to smear the mud across them. 
Eventually I got tackled and lost the ball, and it was quickly taken up the other end, leaving my sprawled on the wet grass. By this stage I'd nearly emptied myself, so I sat on the wet muddy grass and let go, finally emptying the last of my bladder as I sat there. 
At no stage did anybody see what id been doing, and it was nice being around others, feeling how warm and wet my underpants were but knowing that nobody could tell. 
Dad picked me up after the game, and I felt too shy to shower in front of the people I worked with, so I sat on a towel in the car on the way home. I felt just like a little kid who had wet his pants, and had to cover the seat up in the car.
For the record, I kicked two goals, one after I'd peed my pants. 

Chapter 32
 
  I didn’t sleep for long, but I still woke up peeing. 
 Even now, I can vividly remember the dream that I was having. I was at work, and everything appeared to be normal, except for the fact that I didn’t have any pants on, only a diaper and my little leather ankle boots. I was in the office, talking to my colleagues, and pretending that there wasn’t anything wrong, except for the fact that I wanted to hide, but couldn’t go anywhere. I was looking around for wherever my pants or skirt might be, but I couldn’t see them anywhere. There was a bunch of us standing and talking around the water cooler, and I kept looking down at my bare legs, black boots, and big white adult nappy. I was crossing my legs and trying to hide it behind my hands, but of course that didn’t work. The funny thing is, nobody appeared to notice. As uncharacteristic as it seems, in my dream I was holding court, so to speak. Whatever I was saying was important, and for once, people were listening to me with rapt attention. The more I talked, the more at ease I felt, and I ended up just ignoring my nappy, and continued speaking. After awhile, the diaper didn’t seem to matter at all, and I stopped stressing about it. Apparently we were about to head into the conference room for a team meeting, and Max was waiting by the door. Dream-me also needed to pee. 
 “Come on guys and girls,” Max was saying, trying to usher us into the room. 
 “Hang on Max, give me a minute will you, I’ve got to wee,” I explained, in a loud, clear voice that I could never imagine using in real life. 
 “Ok Paigey, be quick, okay?” Max replied, looking pointedly at her watch. 
 “Yep. Got it. Gimme a second,” I replied, spreading my legs wide, and cupping my thickly padded crotch with my right hand. 
 I don’t think dream-me was actually busting, but was going to wet her diaper before the meeting started. She/I relaxed, and we felt the pee leaving our bladder and heading south, and we both felt our diaper swelling warmly in our hands. 
 I opened my eyes with a start, and my body jerked with surprise, making my legs suddenly squeeze themselves tightly together, trapping my hand against the padding as my pee trickled freely out of me. 
 I wasn’t gushing or peeing hard, just trickling, albeit constantly, like free peeing in my sleep I suppose, but I couldn’t just stop it either. I slid off the couch, onto the floor, on my knees, which I spread wide, now relaxing enough to stop any pretences of holding, and my bladder responded with gratitude, giving a push all of it’s own accord, forcing the last of my wee out in a quick, sharp squirt. I ran a quick, nervous eye over my sleeping bag and sofa, hoping that I hadn’t had a nappy leak, and was relieved to find that I hadn’t, although I wasn’t surprised. I knew that I hadn’t peed a lot in terms of volume, because I’d only just peed like an hour ago, so I was actually surprised that I’d wet myself at all. It can’t have been an urgency thing at all. My fluid intake had been normal, I’d already peed heavily before falling asleep, so it had to be a diaper thing I guess. I’d been thinking about them, then dreaming about them, and the DL side of me had decided that dream-me could wet herself before her meeting, so she/we/I had. I slumped my butt down with a squishy warm feeling as I stopped leaking, and sighed with a mixture of relief and contentment. I was relieved that I hadn’t leaked everywhere, and content because wetting my diaper felt good, even accidentally like this. After all, wetting in my sleep was something that I couldn’t be blamed for or feel any guilt over, especially since I’d been sober and not playing. It really was just a simple accident, and one that had been safely contained thanks to my thick nappy, and I was glad that I’d been wearing one. 
 “Toldya so,” DV whispered with a chuckle. “You woulda made a big mess if you didn’t have one on Paigey-girl!”
 “Bullshit,” Angel Voice argued vehemently, and although I hadn’t really noticed, her strong language seemed out of character. “You only peed yourself because you were wearing one dummy! If you weren’t wearing, it wouldn’t have happened!”
 This thought made me pause. She may actually have a point. There was no physical reason for me to have a sleep accident just then, and I’d woken up holding my diaper just like dream-me had been doing, so it was clearly linked together somehow. I was pretty sure that AV was correct in her assessment, and my hidden DL side had definitely influenced my subconscious to let go in my sleep because it knew how much that I enjoyed it. 
 It was a sobering conclusion, and I told myself that not only would I abstain from alcohol, soda and coffee today, but I would make extra sure to pee before going to sleep that night, and I wouldn’t wear a diaper to bed either. If I was sober, empty, and not padded, then my subconscious probably wouldn’t make me do wee’s in my sleep. It was worth a try anyway. 
 My phones alarm started sounding, and I switched it off, before hauling myself to my feet and stretching. I had ten minutes before Elsie was expecting me. I examined the outside of my diaper with my hands, and although it had felt like I’d peed in it for ages, it really didn’t feel that bad to the touch. Most of the heavy warmth was situated underneath my bottom, where I’d been slowly trickling while laying on my back. Even the crotch area didn’t seem too badly soiled. 
 I padded inside the van to the mirror, where I critically examined my reflection. From front on my diaper still looked pristine, but when I turned around, it was swollen and discoloured beneath my bottom, and the blue stripe had faded. I squished it gently against my bottom, and my reflection scrunched her toes up tightly inside her white socks. It felt lovely. 
 I was tempted to leave the slightly soiled nappy on to be honest. It hadn’t suffered from a huge wetting, and was very capable of holding at least double what it already contained, so it felt wasteful taking it off so early, but I knew that I probably had to. I was beginning to get used to the mild, lingering smell of pee, and while wearing it felt nice, (cute) I was going to be visiting another persons house, and I needed to be clean. 
 I returned to the laundry where I regretfully removed and bagged my diaper, and gave myself another good wash down there, and after I returned inside and added powder and lotion, I slipped my feet into another adult pull up. I knew my pink sweats would hide it, especially with my long white jumper, and thus attired, I added my sneakers and went outside, pausing for a quick cigarette before I left. 
 Elsies van was easy to find. On my “street,” only a couple of hundred meters away on the other side, and it was big, and very well established, obviously having been used as a permanent on site residence for a long time. She had a neat little picket fence surrounding it, an undercover alfreso area, and lots of plants and shrubs growing in various colourful pots. Her ancient looking Mazda hatchback was at least twenty years old and falling into disrepair, and there was an old girls bike and scooter leaning beside the door to her annex. The door opened before I’d even reached her gate. 
 “Paige! You’re here,” she trilled, sounding a little bit surprised, and I instantly felt a twinge of guilt for having had secret second thoughts of perhaps canceling on her, maybe pleading a headache or sudden work commitments, as she was obviously excited to have a visitor. 
 I was ushered in to her annex, and was immediately surprised and impressed by how nice it was, large as well. Her van probably wasn’t all that much newer than mine, but it was big, well fitted out, and her furniture was of good quality. It really did look more like a home than a van. 
 The annex had a vinyl floor, (big tick from me, hehe) two suede sofas, three and two seaters, each with a floor lamp, a large screen TV, a bookcase full of books, and a desk in the corner with a laptop set up, which is where Tiarni was sitting in an office chair, her legs tucked up beneath her, and a blanket over her lap. Her earbuds were in, and she was having a giggly conversation with a school friend from the sound of it. I was suitably impressed. It was a much nicer set up than what I had. 
 I was ushered inside, and remarked on how nice her van was, especially when compared to mine, and she smiled gratefully, pointing out the fact that she’d owned it for many years, and lived here permanently for about seven of them, so she’d had a lot more time and flexibility than what I’d had to make it into an actual home. 
 “Tiarni, Paige is here,” she said loudly, getting the girls attention. 
 Ti turned her head and smiled broadly at me, showing off a gap in her front teeth. “I gotta go,” she said to her friend. “My friend is here, the grownup one!” 
Pause. 
 “Yes Brit. THAT one, the one who lives down the road. The grownup? Remember?”
 She turned to me and winked, then gave the cutest eye roll I’d ever seen from a kid, before turning around again to log off. 
 “Hi Paige,” she chirped happily. 
 I said hello as Elsie motioned for me to take a seat on the smaller sofa, asking me if I wanted coffee or tea. I requested a tea, and she hurried into the van. Apparently her kitchen set up was all inside, while I only had a sink, with my fridge and oven in the annex. 
 Tiarni swung her chair around to face me, and started telling me about her friend. Brittany was her very bestest friend apparently, and she missed not seeing her at school. By the time that Elsie had returned a few minutes later, I knew that Brittany had a dog called Bobby, and a younger brother who was a real pain in the butt. 
 Her grandmother carefully placed a steaming cup in front of me, another on the coffee table in front of her, and carried the third cup to Tiarni, but pulled it back away from her before she could grab it. 
 “No Ti. You probably need to get changed first, don’t you?”
 Tiarni blushed. “Naaaaaan,” she exclaimed, dragging the word out for at least four syllables. 
 “Dont ‘Naaaaaaan’ me missy. You go get changed and come back, before your hot chocolate gets cold.”
 Tiarni rolled her eyes again, very dramatically this time, before huffing out a big sigh. “Nan, I don’t need to. Really.”
 Elsie looked at her suspiciously. “Really Ti? You don’t need to?”
  “No Nan. Really. Trust me, I don’t need to.”
 “Ok then, if you’re sure.”
 Elsie then turned to me. “Tiarni sometimes wears her sleep pants when she’s doing school,” Elsie explained without any hesitation or apparent thought that her granddaughter was sitting right in front of us. “The toilets are just too far away from here for a quick stop between lessons, and it’s a bit hard to hold on sometimes, isn’t it dear?”
 Tiarni blushed beetroot red, and turned around to face the other direction, but didn’t speak. 
 Wow. I was flabbergasted. Not really because the kid was wearing pull ups, (After all, so was I) but because of the forthright way her grandmother had just come straight out and told me. Like really? Didn’t the kid deserve some privacy over that? I made up my mind that I wouldn’t get dragged into THAT particular conversation, nor would I ever say anything about it to Tiarni. It was a bit of a spin out to be honest, seeing a kid who was technically way too old to be wearing pull ups during the day, but again, who was I to talk? After all, I was wearing one as well. 
  After a few minutes, and some gentle persuasion from Elsie, Ti started telling us all about her lessons, and she was a natural born storyteller, and a lot of fun to listen to, although I’d kinda zoned out for a moment, concentrating on my own feelings of success, after the topic of wet diapers had been thrown at me, and not a single bad thing had happened. No sudden urgency, no desperation, and most importantly, no leaks. So far so good. 
 I really didn’t want or need the conversation to stray down that path though, so I egged Tiarni on, letting her explain all about how her online classes were going in an excitable babble. Elsie returned with her famous chocolate cake, and the three of us found ourselves talking about anything and everything. Ti was an amazing kid to talk to. Although her potty habits might be considered immature for a girl of her age, her manner of speech, combined with her insight, made her seem older than her age at times. When she found out that I was an actual real life reporter, she was very impressed. 
 “That’s what I wanna be when I grow up. A reporter,” she informed us seriously. 
 Elsie smiled. “I thought you wanted to be a famous singer,” she reminded her. 
 Tiarni just shrugged. “I can do both,” she said. 
 Although I’m generally a pretty shit reporter, my training came to the fore I guess, and I started asking questions about the area. I’d only been here for three days, and apart from my jog, or visits to the shop, I hadn’t seen much at all. It dawned on me that this was the furthest into the park that I’d been as well. Prior to now, I hadn’t gone further in than my own van. 
 “So you haven’t seen the playground yet?” Tiarni exclaimed incredulously, eyes dramatically wide with shock. 
 “Nope. Didn’t even know there was one,” I said with a grin. 
 Tiarni jumped to her feet, chocolate cake smeared all around her mouth. “Oh come on Paige! I’ll take you there now! You gotta see it! It’s awesome!” She suddenly paused, realising that she was sounding too excited about a playground. “Of course I’m really way too old to play there you know, but it is kinda a cool place to hang out, you know?”
 I suppressed a big grin. This little kid was trying to be part of an adult conversation, and judging by her explanation of me to her friend, she was desperate for me to see her as a peer, or equal, and not just an annoying child, and because I couldn’t help but like her, I was more than prepared to play along. 
 Elsie spoke first though. “Ti, I’m sure that Paige doesn’t want to see the playground dear. She wouldn’t be very interested in that I don’t think.”
 Ti kind of slumped back down, a mixture of disappointment and embarrassment showing on her face, and I felt sorry for her. 
 “Actually, I don’t mind,” I said. “I can’t believe I haven’t even seen all the park properly to be honest. If you guys want to go for a walk, you could show me?”
 Tiarni fisted the air. “Yessssss,” she hissed, then turned to her Grandmother. “Come on Nan! Let’s show Paige the park!”
 Elsie smiled at me. “That’s very sweet of you Paige, but my knees are playing up today, and I don’t think I should be walking around too much. Perhaps another day? Unless you want to go with Ti of course, but I don’t expect you to do that!”
 Tiarni swivelled her head towards me at a hundred miles an hour, her eyes looking at me in that beseeching way that a bored kid does when something exciting is on the cards. 
 “You wanna?” 
 I couldn’t help but grin at her excitement. 
 “Sure. Put your shoes on and you can give me the grand tour, if your Nan says it’s okay.”
 Her head snapped back towards Elsie. “Can I Nan? Please?”
 Elsie chuckled. “You heard what Paige said. Put your shoes on then, and behave yourself!”
 Tiarni jumped up, and grabbed her shoes which had been discarded under the desk. When she knelt down to put them on, her pullover rode up her back, and I could see the waistband of a pull up sticking out of her pants. Elsie must’ve seen in to, because she hurriedly whispered at her granddaughter to hurry up and tuck herself in, while I pretended not to notice. I knew she’d been wearing one for school, but that wasn’t my business anyway. After she washed her face and hands, we headed out. 
 “Ti, make sure you go to the toilet while you’re there please,” Elsie said seriously, and Ti quickly agreed. 
 “There’s another toilet block up that end of the park,” she explained to me as we left. “Same sorta ones as down here, got showers and everything as well.”
 We headed off, after promising Elsie that we’d only be gone for an hour or so. I smiled to myself. Never in a million years would I have thought that I’d end up babysitting, but to be honest, I didn’t really mind. Tiarni made me smile. Her demeanour became a bit more serious as we walked along though. 
 “Paige, please don’t think I’m a baby or something because I’m wearing a pull up. I don’t REALLLLYYY need them you know. Nan just makes me wear them. It’s not like I’m a big baby or anything. It’s just kinda like for just in case, ya know?”
 “So why does she make you wear them?” I asked. 
 She blushed again, and averted her eyes. “I guess I have hadda coupla accidents doing school,” she admitted. “I don’t get a lotta time to go between lessons, and I guess I haven’t always been like able to hold on long enough, but not always, just a coupla times.”
 She brightened up a bit then. “Not today though! I didn’t have any accidents at all, all day!”
 Wow. Cringe. I automatically tensed my holding muscles, expecting that particular line of conversation to trigger a bladder leak, but it didn’t. I had to find some way to answer though that wouldn’t cause any further embarrassment to the poor kid. 
 Tiarni sighed dramatically, and her shoulders slumped. “Oh man. Why does she have to go and say stuff like that? You probably think I’m a dumb baby now.”
 I grabbed her shoulder to stop her, then squatted down in front, putting myself at eye level. 
 “Ti, don’t be silly. Why would I think that? We’ve already talked about stuff like that before, haven’t we?”
 “Uh-huh,” she mumbled, looking at the ground. 
 I put a finger under her chin, and tilted her head up so she was looking at me. “Ti, remember what I told you before? If you need them, you need them. Lots of people, kids and adults both, wear diapers to bed. It’s better than wet sheets! As for you wearing during the day, I totally get it. The toilets are a loooooong way away, and if you’re doing school, it’s not like you can just hop up and run to the toilet in a few seconds, like most of the kids can. I actually think that it’s a pretty smart idea to wear them for that.”
 She blushed, then pulled the waistband of her leggings down an inch, exposing the very top of her nappy. “But I’m wearing one now as well, does that still count as being smart?”
 For the briefest of moments, I considered showing her the top of my pull up as well, to reassure her that it was okay, but it didn’t seem appropriate, and besides, I was way too shy to do that, even to a kid. I simply ruffled her hair, and told her it was fine, and certainly a lot better than having wet pants. It was the best that I could do on the spot. 
 I quickly stood up. Squatting down like that had been easy to start with, but as soon as I’d started talking about diapers, I’d felt things beginning to shift inside me. Once again my bladder was being triggered by outside mental stimulus, and I suddenly needed to pee, although not really badly yet, but I had almost sprung a sudden, unexpected leak while squatting down. It was a lot better when I stood up again, but the need to pee was back again, where it hadn’t been at all before. 
 At the far end of the park was a large, grassy common area. Big enough for games of football or cricket, and for kids to ride their bikes or run around safely. There were barbecues, and two play areas, one for little kids, and another for the big kids, like Tiarni. 
 I declined her generous offer of joining her on the climbing net or fort, and stood off to the side while she ran off. I could only imagine just how much energy she must have that needed burning off by now. I’m sure that at her age living with a semi-invalid in a small caravan without a proper yard must get very boring at times, but at least she was being loved and cared for. I’d found it a bit disheartening that Ti hadn’t yet mentioned her parents once, and Elsie had only alluded to the fact that “They Had Problems.” I know you shouldn’t ever jump to conclusions, especially as a reporter, but I’d bet my last dollar that drugs were involved somewhere along the line. Very sad. 
 I shifted my feet a bit. Now I’d began thinking about needing a pee, it was all I could think about. Actually, that’s not really true. I was thinking about how much I wanted a cigarette as well, especially after a cup of tea, slice of cake, and a short but brisk walk. 
 But I wasn’t sure exactly what the protocol was as a babysitter. The toilet blocks were right there, about a hundred meters away from the other side of the common area, and was I actually allowed to smoke so close to a playground? Even if I was, I probably shouldn’t, as I was supposed to be a good example for the kid. What if I decided to use the bathroom? Do I leave her in the playground unattended while I go? I mean she was eleven for Gods Sake, not a helpless toddler or anything. She probably even comes here all by herself, although I doubted it. I had the impression that Elsie didn’t let her out of her sight very often, maybe for good reason. So could I smoke or use the bathroom? I really didn’t know. It was probably better not to do either. I remembered Elsie telling Ti to make sure she used the bathroom while here, so if I waited, I could just go when she did. But was that even acceptable these days? Would it be appropriate for me to go into a toilet block with a little kid that I hardly knew? Ridiculous, I know. After all, I was entrusted to look after her, but these days, when everyone is considered a creep around children, I just wasn’t sure. There were a couple of guys sitting at a table buy themselves drinking beer. They weren’t paying any attention to us at all, and weren’t really near the playground, but they didn’t have any kids or women with them either. I didn’t feel comfortable going to the bathroom and leaving Tiarni unsupervised with adult men lurking around. 
 Fuck. “Now I’m doing it,” I thought. I’d just jumped straight from worrying about other people thinking that I might be a creep, to automatically going all Judgey-McJudgeface on a couple of men sitting by themselves doing nothing. This is what modern society has done to us I suppose. 
 The day was beginning to cool down, which was doing nothing at all to help my bladder, and I shifted my weight from foot to foot again. As usual, the more I thought about needing to pee, the worse it was getting, and the super thick nappy between my legs certainly wasn’t helping. It was crying out to be used by now. 
 Devil Voice whispered in my ear. “Remember our conversation Paige? We all agreed, even Angel, that using your diaper to prevent a bigger accident was okay, remember?”
 I did remember, and DV was right. We had all agreed on that. All three of us. But it still felt wrong somehow, like a direct contravention of my potty training ideals. I reached into my pocket and started fumbling with my cigarettes. I really wanted one, even as a distraction, but I didn’t want to have it in front of Tiarni. 
 A couple of minutes passed, when Tiarni started running towards me. 
 “Paige? PAIGE! I’m gonna go to the toilet, okay?” 
 I told her that was fine, but to just go straight there and back. I almost went with her myself, but I was a bit apprehensive about taking her, and nobody had gone in or out in the fifteen minutes I’d been standing there, plus this would give me the opportunity for the cigarette I was craving. 
 “So, gonna finally use your dipe?” Devil voice whispered. 
 Angel piped in as well. “I agree with her Paigey. You SHOULD use it now, while Tiarni’s gone. If you’re going to be stubborn and not use the potty now, you KNOW you’ll end up wetting yourself shortly. Much better to do it safely now, while standing up and not completely full, than to risk an even BIGGER accident while walking back or sitting at Elsies.”
 Damn. If those two agreed, then who was I to argue? 
 I looked around to make sure nobody was watching, then spread my legs slightly, before hitching my diaper up snugly through the sides of my sweats, then repositioning them again, and then I partially let go. I wasn’t absolutely busting at that point, so I still had some control over my holding muscles, and was able to restrict the flow quite well, although once it had started, it couldn’t be fully stopped again, at least not at first. 
 I took a deep drag on my cigarette, looking around, trying to appear completely comfortable and normal, as my urine continued to trickle out of me in a measured, but still unstoppable flow. I felt the hot liquid at first running over, then pooling under my shiny, oiled up pussy, as the big diaper grew even thicker between my legs and underneath my ass, and I relaxed and enjoyed every damn second of it. 
 It was uncharacteristic I suppose. Nervous little me should’ve been more scared or worried than that, at least up until that point anyway, but for a change, I wasn’t. I had enough experience and faith in using the big diapers standing up to assure myself that if I peed slowly, they wouldn’t fail me. The only time they’d failed was when the panties I’d been wearing had stuck out. Apart from that, they’d been incredible. 
 I also had the fact that Devil, Angel, and myself had unanimously agreed that it was okay to use your diaper discreetly and safely instead of risking a much larger, potentially embarrassing public accident later.
 I might be a diaper lover, but my logic and tactics were sound. I really enjoyed peeing in my diaper just then. I relaxed, smoked, and peed, all things I needed to do, and all at the same time, and it felt magnificent. I was still completely relaxed, basically free peeing, or at least free dribbling or free dripping, when Tiarni re-emerged, jogging over to where I was quickly disposing of my ciggy butt in the bin. My nappy felt so nice all hot and warm between my legs. 
 “You ready to go, Ratbag?” I asked her. “It’s starting to get cold.”
 Her shoulders slumped ever so slightly, and although I expected her to ask for another five minutes or something, she didn’t. She managed a smile that didn’t look too disappointed, and agreed, so we headed off together. 
 “Paige?”
 “Yes mate?”
 “I didn’t pee myself you know. I went to the toilet just fine.”
 (Better than me, I thought)
 “Ti? Why are you telling me that? I already told you that I understand the pull up thing. You don’t have to explain it to me you know?”
 She nodded in earnest understanding, and took a moment before she spoke. 
 “Yeah. I guess so. But it’s just that I guess that I want you to like me, ya know? I don’t want you to think of me like a dumb little baby or something, just because I sometimes have accidents?”
 Wow. That sounded remarkably similar to what Angel Voice had been telling me about Mark, and how he probably wouldn’t like a girl who wore diapers. Could Angel Voice have been wrong?
 I took Tiarni’s hand. “Sweetie, I would never think stuff like that about you, you’re cool! But if I were you, I wouldn’t go around talking about diapers though. It’s kinda nobody else’s business, got it? If you need one, and it makes stuff like sleep or school better, it’s gotta be okay, doesn’t it?”
 She stopped, then threw her arms around my waist briefly. “Thanks Paige,” she whispered. 
 We were nearly at the van, and Elsie was waiting outside. Pleasantries were exchanged, and I politely declined the offer of another cuppa. The old girl couldn’t thank me enough for taking Ti out for awhile, and we small talked for a bit, before the party started to split up. 
 Elsie hobbled inside first, and Ti began to follow, but I put up a hand to stop her, put a finger to my lips in a “shushing” gesture, and pointed to her waist, at something I’d noticed while she’d been running around as the grownups talked. 
 “What?” She looked perplexed. 
 I pointed at her tummy again, and stage whispered. “Your pull up is sticking out!”
 She giggled, and pointed back at me, “So’s yours!” 
 She turned and went inside as I confirmed what she’d said. Oh fuck. 
 My jumper had ridden up on the side of my waist, and my pull up WAS sticking out….
 
 
 
 
 
 

Chapter 31
 
 “Wow! He WAS cute,” I thought to myself as I drove off. “I wonder if he WILL be in touch later?”
 Angel Voice soon brought me back to Earth. “Huh? So what? Do you REALLY think that he’d be interested in you? Especially if he found out that you were a little diaper baby?”
 I sighed. She was right. I absentmindedly picked at my wet crotch while stopped at an intersection. He would be disgusted with me, even if he somehow could come to terms with going out with a girl who had a weak bladder, he’d no doubt freak out when he found out that I needed diapers. 
 “You don’t NEED diapers Paigey,” AV informed me sagely. “You LIKE them. Big difference….”
 DV had other ideas. “Don’t be stupid Paige! Of course you need them! It wasn’t your fault you wet yourself this time, and can you imagine how bad it would’ve been if you hadn’t been wearing one before you slammed into his car at 100 mph?” (DV is prone to gross exaggeration sometimes…)
 Maybe I simply wanted to agree with her, but I thought that she was right. Getting stuck “in traffic” as I had, could conceivably happen at any time, to any person, and I knew that I hadn’t been setting myself up for an accident, nor could I have reasonably foreseen what would happen. After all, I hadn’t needed to pee when I’d joined the queue, I hadn’t had much to drink beforehand, and I’d never once in my life spent over fifteen minutes in a Maccas drive-thru before! I mean fuck, it was only a five minute drive home! Even if I had been feeling desperate, I still could’ve easily made it home dry if I hadn’t had stopped. The little pull up had actually served me really well in an unexpected situation, and I was thankful that I’d been wearing it. 
 I had to agree with DV on this one, being padded had been the right thing for me just then. 
 I carefully backed my car into the small gravel parking spot beside my van, looked around to make sure that I was alone, then grabbed my paper bag full of calories and my water, and got out. My car seat was once again covered in a big round wet spot, and I could feel my sweatpants clinging wetly to the backs of my thighs. I dumped my food on the kitchen table, and turned around to look at my butt in the mirror. Yup. It was saturated, covered in a big wet patch that had also soaked in between my legs. I needed to get my groceries from the car to put in the fridge, but would need to get changed first. 
 Or did I? 
 My food was beginning to get cold, and it wasn’t just a simple matter of slipping into new pants, as id need to clean myself up first. By the time I’d stripped off, washed, dried, dressed again, then cleaned the car out, my lunch would be ruined. I looked out the windows, and saw no sign of anyone, especially Elsie, so I made a bold plan to just go and get everything out as quickly as possible. I stepped from the annex to the rear of the hatch, where I threw my purchases onto my clean and dry laundry as quickly as I could before scuttling back inside before anybody got a look at my wet arse. I locked the door, put my milk and alcohol away, pausing only long enough to drop my sweat pants on the floor, then waddled my wet little diaper butt inside to put the basket on the bed. I took a thick towel from it, (the one I’d wiped my puddles up with earlier) folded it twice, and placed it carefully on the vinyl bench to sit on. 
 As I started eating, I relaxed my bladder and gave a little push, and with no more thought or effort than that, I started peeing slowly, letting the last vestiges of pee trickle out however it wanted to. I basically started free peeing, and the feeling of letting go in my padded pants while I ate my lunch was divine. I kept stealing glances at the once white towel, enjoying the way that the wet patch continued to slowly spread out from under me in all directions, and I didn’t even try to stop when the drips started falling onto the floor once more. Wiggling my butt around in the saturated padding while I slowly leaked and ate at the same time was amazing, and one of the nicest pee-related things that I’d done to date. Hard to explain I guess, but it was comforting, liberating, freeing, cute, and very naughty all at the same time. As I ate and leaked, I gave myself over to these feelings for a closer analysis, and I started to finally come to terms with what I’d been going through, and what was happening to me. 
 Firstly, my incontinence. I’d always had certain issues anyway, so although they were now more exaggerated, it really wasn’t anything completely new. I’d been so stressed about how or why things had spiralled out of control so quickly, but I shouldn’t have been. How or why really didn’t matter as much as I had thought. Yes, it was no doubt somehow connected to my newfound love of diapers, but the actual reason probably wasn’t so important. I mean, if I gave up diapers I’d still be occasionally wetting myself anyway, as I always had, so the nappies hadn’t caused my IC issues, but probably enhanced them a bit. I’d still be having accidents, even without them, so why not just learn to accept them? Even if I did give up wearing for protection, I knew that I’d always want to wear for fun, so I had to accept that they would always be a part of my life in some way from now on. Perhaps I’d have to give up the ideas of wearing for protection in public if they made my IC worse, but I never wanted to completely lose the pleasurable thrill of doing naughty things like deliberately wetting myself whilst I ate! 
 I needed to keep experimenting with how they affected my control more than anything. There was no doubt at all that I loved wearing and wetting them, but I needed it to be on my terms. Yes, if I wore in public and had a real accident, like today, then a diaper was a beautiful insurance policy to have, so long as I didn’t let them take control over my control, if you know what I mean? Like yes Paige, wear the nappies for protection, and enjoy yourself when it’s convenient, but don’t start relying on them for use when you don’t have to! 
 Accident = Fine. Deliberate playtime = Fine. Using for laziness or convenience in public = Super not fine. 
 It really was that simple. Even the voices in my head appeared to agree with me at last. It was like the three of us had finally been able to come to a mutual agreement, and I felt great relief. Finally. 
 I raised my butt and gave a solid push, forcing the last of my pee out, and watched it flood the towel around my leg guards even more, and the little waterfall of drips accelerated in volume and speed again, splashing noisily onto the floor. I sighed with pleasure and relief. 
 It sounds like a kinda dumb kind of conversation to have with myself I suppose, but I was really coming to terms with it now. Doing stuff like this was okay. I enjoyed it, it made me feel good, and it wasn’t hurting anyone at all, not even myself. So what if I wanted to pee in a diaper while I ate? Big deal! All I had to do was to learn how to reconcile with using a diaper in public from now on. Accident = Okay. Deliberate = Not, unless it was to safeguard myself from a bigger genuine accident later of course. If I was padded, and beginning to need to go, using it slowly with control and no leaks would be a better option than making myself uncomfortable, potty dancing around, and risking a big flood and leaks later on. 
 THIS would be the direction that my potty training needed to take. Being potty trained wasn’t simply a matter of keeping my diapers dry, but more so a matter of being in control of my condition, and if that meant using one safely might be the best option occasionally, then so be it. As for playtime, I now had absolutely zero guilt left anymore. I was a DL, and if I wanted to enjoy them, then I would! 
 I yawned and stretched. Now that I’d eaten, and had my special diaper epiphany, I was tired again. It was nearly one o’clock, so I still had an hour and a half to go. 
 I ripped the sides of my pull up open, slid it out from underneath me, and dropped it on the floor with a heavy splat, then used the towel to blot up any drops on my skin before standing up, carefully keeping my socks out of the small puddle under the table. I wiped myself clean again with the wipes, added baby powder, then stepped into a Molicare again, relishing the extra thickness and feelings of safety that they provided. It only took a minute to get rid of the nappy, towel, and puddle, before I went into the lounge room again and sprawled out on my sleeping bag on the sofa. I set my alarm for 2.20, and with thoughts of diapers and wetting myself running through my head, I dozed off almost instantly….

Chapter 30
 
 I sighed to myself as Elsie walked off. Once again my timid nature had let me down. Instead of finding a polite excuse not to go, I’d folded like a house of cards and agreed to it instead. Oh well. I was prepared to go along and give it a chance at least. The old lady and her granddaughter were really sweet people, and who knows, it might be fun. At the least, it would be good for my experiments, as no doubt something pee related would be mentioned by one of them, and if I was safely padded in a big dipe, any unexpected leaks would be contained. It would be a good practice run for the future. 
 By that time, my lurking hangover was trying to make its presence felt. I didn’t have a headache, but I was having trouble focusing my thoughts, I was beginning to feel so hungry that I was starting to feel ill, and I was tired. The answer was obvious. I needed some greasy food, and a nap. Angel Voice was muttering something about how I hadn’t been eating healthy over the last few days, and perhaps a sandwich and a jog might make me feel better instead, but I couldn’t be bothered. I usually only went running perhaps three times a week, and I’d already been two days in a row, so I felt no guilt about that, and let’s be real, hot greasy food is perfect for a hangover affected stomach. Besides, I needed cigarettes anyway. 
 Angel piped up again, telling me to take my little pull up off before I left, as I was supposed to be re-potty training myself again, and I shouldn’t put myself in the position of perhaps letting myself give in to temptation by wearing a diaper that I may decide to wet, but I ignored that advice as well, which made Devil Voice chuckle. Potty training was vitally important, but I just couldn’t trust my body enough just then to leave the house without some sort of protection on, and the kiddie diaper was perfect. 
 Why I hear you ask? Simple. I knew that I couldn’t deliberately flood myself wearing one, because it would be next to useless if I did, but it could more than adequately compensate for some small, accidental leaks, should they occur.  So hopefully, my potty training would prevent me from the temptation of deliberate wetting, but also give me the necessary protection that I needed. It was exactly like I’d originally planned I suppose, before things had started spiralling out of control, and besides, I liked how they felt. 
 I did pull my diaper down to check it for wetness after feeling that little leak earlier, but I couldn’t see or feel anything amiss about it at all. The padding was still snow white and clean, and my gently probing fingers detected no wetness whatsoever, so perhaps I hadn’t even leaked at all. It was probably just the involuntary loosening of my holding muscles that I’d felt whilst talking to Elsie, and nothing more. 
 Great. Now I couldn’t even be sure if or when I wet myself. This needed to stop, and soon. 
 “So take the nappy off,” Angel Voice intoned cheerfully, but I didn’t. It made me feel safe, secure, and Goddammit, cute. After the morning full of disgust and shame that I’d been through, I thought that I deserved to do something that made me feel better. She could sue me. 
 The laundromat was my first stop, and I quickly loaded my wet washing into the dryer, feeling somehow dirty and ashamed as I stuffed the clean but wet sheets in. I know it sounds silly, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that if anyone saw me, they would somehow magically know that I’d wet my bed last night. The same embarrassment was there as I added my yoga pants and hoodie as well, and I’m sure I was blushing heavily until I’d closed the lid! I felt really naughty, and I’ll admit that I quite liked it, although common sense told me that I was being stupid. 
 While the dryer was working it’s magic, I went for a walk, my mask covering my still blushing cheeks, giving me the anonymity that I enjoyed. I strolled to the gas station where I once again paid a kings ransom for cigarettes, and bought an iced tea at the same time, after giving quick consideration towards the soda and energy drinks. 
 This WAS a carefully considered idea. I was genuinely thirsty, but didn’t want anything that would irritate my bladder. Yes, iced tea would eventually make me need to pee, but it wouldn’t actually irritate my bladder at all. Although day one of potty training hadn’t gotten off to a great start, I was still determined to try my best. For now at least, my previous plans of drinking excessive amounts and attempting to hold were off the table. I’d really enjoyed doing it, and no doubt would do it again soon, but not now. Not when I had a social engagement to attend later. Drinking lots and doing holds was probably something that would stick with me forever, because it was so much fun to do, but I needed to be a lot smarter about how and when I did it. Not only did I not want to be getting desperate, or even worse, wet, at Elsies, but after the past couple of days, I needed to retrain not just my mind, but also my actual bladder itself. Perhaps my accidents were being helped along because I’d actually stretched my bladder or holding muscles too far, and they may need time to recover? Maybe it was purely a mental thing? I didn’t know. What I did know, was that my potty training would be doomed for immediate failure from the very beginning if I continued to consume the ridiculous amounts of liquids that I’d been partaking of over the past couple of days. But, I was actually thirsty just then, and as long as I kept my intake to a normal level, and didn’t try to hold on for too long, then I should be fine. After all, a girl still has to drink, doesn’t she? 
 After returning to the rear car park, I lit another cigarette, feeling a bit concerned with just how quickly I’d found myself becoming addicted again. I guess I always knew that buying smokes the other day could lead to that, but I guess I’d kind of thought that after not smoking for so long, buying a single packet wouldn’t hurt me, but now I’d been proven wrong. Yeah. I know. Classic rookie mistake. I was already back to the stage of getting cravings, and the feeling of NEEDING to smoke again. No doubt at all, I’d soon have to give it up again. 
 But not just now, at that moment. Just then, I had way more important things to concentrate on giving up, like peeing my pants in public. 
 I stood in the surprisingly warm sunshine while I smoked, sipping away on my tea, and playing with my phone. I messaged my mum and my sister, checked Facebook and Insta, and basically killed a few minutes, just relaxing. After carefully butting out my smoke, I found a bin to put it in, and decided to visit the liquor store again for some more vodka drinks. Although I wasn’t in the mood to drink anymore alcohol today, it might save me a trip back here in the immediate future. Finishing my tea and disposing of the plastic bottle, I proceeded towards the shops. 
 I approached the liquor store with some trepidation, praying that nobody there had witnessed my large accident in the parking lot the other day, and if they had, my mask would successfully hide my identity. My cheeks were again burning with shame and embarrassment as I entered, especially after seeing the screens sending CCTV footage from the car park, in glorious colour as well. On the camera, I could recognise the exact spot where I’d soaked my pink sweat pants earlier, but I had to hope that either nobody had been watching, or that they wouldn’t recognise me. At least the face masks gave me that advantage I suppose. 
 Seeing how clear the camera vision was made me suddenly nervous. Beyond nervous actually, it was physically scary, and I felt my holding muscles twitching a bit, although nothing leaked out, probably only because I’d peed lots before coming out, and my iced tea would still be floating around inside my stomach or kidneys, not having had enough time to filter through. 
 It was with more than a little trepidation sending butterflies through my tummy that I approached the big drinks fridge, the memory of how the icy blast of cold air had affected me last time, but I gritted my teeth, held my legs tightly together, and was able to extract both vodka and beer out without disgracing myself, which seemed like a positive win for me. 
 Devil Voice disagreed though. “Don’t be stupid Paigey. Not wetting your pants when you don’t even have to go isn’t a win you know. Even babies don’t pee their nappies when their bladders are empty! It’s the holding on that counts most you know! If you could do this and stay dry while needing to pee, THEN it would be a win.”
 I hated to admit it, but ol’ DV was right. Keeping my nappy dry when I didn’t need to pee wouldn’t count. I knew that I still had a long way to go. 
 I sighed with relief when I walked out still dry and unrecognised, and stashed my new drinks in the car, then wandered back into the laundromat to check on the progress. There was still twenty minutes to go, so I paid another visit to the convenience store. I really didn’t need anything in particular, but I bought fresh milk and bread, and found a super-cute pair of knee length socks that I fell in love with, white, but with multi coloured stripes wrapping their way around in a rainbow of colourful bands. They would look absolutely awesome when teamed up with a little nappy! 
 The thought of nappies brought on a previous but forgotten idea. My period was due later in the week, and I was out of pads. I had planned on just using the Goodnites instead, but now I wasn’t sure if that was such a good idea, to be deliberately trapping myself in diapers 24/7, after all, they were hindering my incontinence as much as they were helping me deal with it. I almost bought some menstrual pads, but changed my mind, deciding to stick with my original plan of pull ups instead. If my bladder condition got worse, I could always swap back to pads later after all. It would be beneficial towards my potty training I told myself, and let that thought be enough to convince me to stick with my experiment. 
 With my purchases and clean laundry safely in the car, it was finally time for breakfast, well lunch actually, as it was now twelve o’clock, and I was craving a Big Mac and Fries, so I knew exactly where my next stop would be, and within minutes, I was pulling into the local McDonalds. 
 Bloody hell. It was busy! Especially for a Monday! What on Earth was going on? There were cars lined up from the Drive-Thru to the entry! It took me a few seconds, but I worked it out at last. Because of the lockdown, the dine in restaurant  and play area were closed, meaning that anybody wanting their McDonald’s fix had to go through the Drive-Thru to get it. It looked like my fast food wouldn’t be really fast today, and I was about to turn out of line and go elsewhere, when another car pulled up close behind me to join the queue. I suppose I could’ve put my reverse lights on and urged them to back up a bit, but that was too confrontational for shy little me to contemplate, so I decided to just stay put. I was really hungry after all, and couldn’t be bothered either finding another take out place that was less busy, nor making something to eat at home. I really was looking forward to some good old fashioned comfort food just then. 
 There was two minivans in front of me, both containing multiple young children, and more vehicles in front of them. Because the dual driveway snaked around a bit, I couldn’t get a totally accurate count, but it looked like there was at least five or six cars in my lane, directly in front of me, and the same amount in the other lane. This looked like it was going to be a long wait. 
 Time moved slowly. I sat there, listening to my playlist, occasionally checking my phone, but not really going forward. Both lanes merged into one before reaching the windows, and everyone appeared to be getting multiple orders, which slowed things down even more. 
 I know that in the grand scheme of things my wait time wasn’t really too bad, but a usual Maccas drive-thru visit probably takes around 4-5 minutes or less, but ten minutes later, and I’d only progressed about two car places in my line. Now I could see the windows, and it looked as if most cars were receiving large cardboard trays of coffees. I suppose with so many places being closed, more people than usual were using the safe option of doing drive-thru for their families, or work colleagues, and making all the extra coffees was adding a lot of extra time to the wait. It was a bit frustrating, but I didn’t really have anywhere else that I needed to be. 
 “Except the toilet,” DV whispered in my ear, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat when I realised that she was right. I hadn’t noticed it until now, but I was beginning to feel an urge to pee. 
 It certainly wasn’t bad or anything, not at first, but it was definitely there. I suppose the iced tea had found its way to its final resting place before expulsion, and I could feel a slight heaviness building in my lower abdomen. But now that I’d become aware of it, it was something that I couldn’t stop thinking about, and thinking about it only made it worse. My line moved forward by another car, and the closer I got, the stronger the urge got.
 I closed my eyes and concentrated on my dilemma. I knew that I really didn’t need to go that bady physically, but mentally was an entirely different kettle of fish. Up until a few days ago this level of need wouldn’t even have been classed as desperation, but after the way that my body had been letting me down lately made it seem a lot worse than what it actually was. 
 I pressed my legs together and wiggled my butt, acutely aware of how my pull up felt pressing it’s feelings of safety and security against my pussy, thighs, and bum, tempting me to just let go, to let a tiny bit out. 
 I gave myself a swift mental rebuke. No. I certainly would not be doing that. Not sitting in my car, wearing a kiddie pull up that would leak all over my great sweatpants and seat. Not when I didn’t really need to go all that badly, at least on a physical level. 
 I was trying to reconcile the differences between physically needing to go, and mentally wanting to go, and let me tell ya, it wasn’t easy, especially after the last few days. In a way, it was like listening to Devil and Angel arguing, but was also completely different at the same time. The diaper lover side of me was sorely tempted to wet myself a bit, to take some of the pressure off, just because I probably could, but for the sake of my potty training I knew that it would be a big setback if I did. For a change, the thought of a genuine accident was more acceptable to me than deliberately doing it, even if by doing a little bit on purpose would make me feel better. No. I had to try my hardest to keep my little diaper dry, but if it got wet accidentally, then I’d have to trust it not to leak. It wouldn’t be a big deal I thought, as I wasn’t getting out of my car again until I got home, but it would be a lot better if my pants stayed dry, even if my diaper didn’t. 
 We moved forward again. Now the first minivan was ordering at the speaker box. Good God. What on earth was this woman two cars in front of me doing? It looked like she was only just now asking every single kid what they wanted. Individually. For fucks sake. Surely you could’ve already done this while we were waiting? Sheesh. 
 It was another couple of minutes before we moved forward again, putting the second van at the order speaker. Her order went through a lot quicker, although the queue didn’t budge. It appeared that the first van, now at the collection window, had a problem with their order. The lady was again asking these little kids to confirm what they’d ordered. Jesus Christ! Just get them a fucking Happy Meal each and go away! 
 Ugh. I pressed my hand into my padded crotch, and sat up a bit straighter. Now I was in no doubt at all that my desperation was definitely physical and not just mental. I really needed to pee. Badly. 
 Finally! The first van moved on, but the second one, the one in front of me, decided to be polite and let the other lane merge in front of her. Arrrgh! I’m not joking, it was at least another four minutes before I even moved up enough to finally place my order! The van had since departed, and I was sitting behind a rather cute looking young guy driving a plumbers van. He’d been sitting beside me in the other lane, and I’d seen his friendly smile while his mask was pulled down, and I could now see him checking me out in his rear view mirror. 
 By now, I seriously needed to go. I crossed my ankles underneath the dash, and shifted uncomfortably, feeling like I should just forget about ordering and just leave, but after what was becoming an interminably long wait, I was about to order, and I couldn’t drive off anyway until cute guy moved out of my way. 
 I ordered a Big Mac and upsized the fries, and when the girl asked me what I wanted to drink, I quashed the thought of soda or coffee, and asked for water instead, praising myself for taking my potty training seriously. Young cute guy drove forward as I was tapping my card. 
 He collected his meal from the last window and drove forward, while I multitasked by putting my card away, phone down, and taking the handbrake off all at the same time. My car started to roll forward before I’d even looked up, and when I did, I squealed in shock, as cute guy had stopped again, while my car was moving slowly forward, only a foot or so from his rear bumper! 
 I slammed on the brakes, squealed, and let a big squirt of pee into my little nappy, as my car bumped into his, causing him to suddenly snap his head around to see what was going on. He saw my white face with wide, shocked eyes staring back at him, and grinned, giving me a little wave before gesturing towards the car park. I felt my pull up continuing to get warmer and wetter, and I clamped down hard on my holding muscles before too much more could escape. With a sheepish look and blushing face hiding behind my mask, I collected my food, and glanced nervously between my legs before driving forward to park beside him. 
 “G’day,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye. “I’m Mark. It’s, uh, nice bumping into you I guess!”
 I got out of the car, keeping my back facing away from him, as I ran a hand across my bum, praying that I wouldn’t feel any wetness. Considering how hot and heavy my little pull up felt hanging between my legs, I was sure that I’d be soaked, at least around the bottom of my bum, but surprisingly enough, my hand only felt dry cotton, although I made sure not to turn my back on him, just in case. 
 “I’m so sorry,” I blathered, “That was totally my fault! Don’t worry. I’m insured, and I’ll pay for any damages. I guess I wasn’t paying attention and I didn’t see you stop, then I started moving, and I…..”
 Mark had pulled his mask down, and he grinned broadly, before reaching out to pat me gently on the shoulder. 
 “Shhh. Calm down, ah, Miss? It’s as much my fault as yours. I really shouldn’t have just stopped suddenly like that! I spilled my coffee putting it down, and just hit the brakes. Totally stupid. Anyway, you only bumped into my tow bar, so there’s no damage to mine at all. It looks like yours has a little scratch though,” he said, as he pointed to my front bumper. 
 He was right. I had a tiny mark in the middle of it, but no real damage, not even a dent. It certainly could’ve been a lot worse. 
 Feeling great relief, I thanked him for his understanding, and began to inch my way backwards towards my drivers seat again, before he stopped me. 
 “Hey. Miss? I don’t even know your name. Maybe we should swap details, you know? Just for insurance purposes of course.”
 I was initially confused. Why would he need that? There wasn’t any damage or insurance claims? The penny suddenly dropped. I realised that he was flirting with me! The insurance angle was simply to get my number, and he WAS cute! 
 I managed to keep my bladder under control while I returned to my car, and took one of my business cards from my purse. Before I handed it over, I pulled my mask down and smiled shyly at him as I scribbled my personal cell number on the back. 
 “Hi Mark. I’m Paige. Once again, I’m so sorry for this. You’re completely right of course, we should exchange details, you know, just in case?”
 He passed over his business card, before giving me a cheeky wink. “I’m fairly sure that I’ll probably need to contact you again at some point Paige. You know, just in case I come down with a severe case of whiplash or something after such a huge hit! It usually takes a few days to come on, my neck will probably be really sore by the weekend, so I’ll probably be in touch before then?”
 He arched an eyebrow in a really cute way, which made me giggle. Giggling wasn’t good, and I felt a fresh warmth in my padded underwear, causing me to cross my legs and quickly lean back against my car. I felt a little trickle on the back of my right leg, and slid into my seat as fast as I could, feeling the wet spot from my sweats pressing on the back of my thigh. 
 I had to get out of there quickly, so I assured him that calling me later was probably a great idea, just to let me know that I hadn’t permanently crippled him, which made him chuckle. 
 He hopped into his car and backed out, while I stayed sitting in mine, shaking with nervous excitement, when I felt a last strong wave of desperation surge through me, causing my bladder to finally give up. 
 I couldn’t even begin to control it, so I sat there, hunched slightly forward, legs spread, toes curled, breathing through gritted teeth as my bladder gave up, and I felt my backside getting warm and wet as I had no choice but to give in, and I began wetting my pants. 
 A dark, wet stain blossomed out on both of my thighs as my leg guards began leaking, and I could feel my bum and the back of my legs getting hotter and wetter as I struggled with trying to not just give in entirely, and after a solid few seconds of peeing, I was finally able to stem the flow, although by that stage my car seat was already wet again. I forced myself to sit there for another minute while everything dripped, leaked, and absorbed itself into my sweats and seat, and although I could feel that I still had a little bit more inside me to expel, I’d let enough out to make it home again before I perhaps ruined my upholstery permanently. 
 This accident probably should’ve bothered me more than it did I suppose, but to be honest, I didn’t feel anywhere near as upset as I would’ve expected to be. I suppose it’s because this time, wetting myself really hadn’t been my fault. I hadn’t been drinking excessively or doing holds, and through no fault of my own I’d ended up in a position where I simply couldn’t find a bathroom. There hadn’t been any laziness or fun play involved at all, and my little kiddie diaper had done a pretty good job of holding the initial squirt, which was nice to know. I already knew that it could never contain a sitting down accident with an adult sized bladder, but it had actually handled the first part really well, so in that sense, it had been a positive result, and so to me, it was really a successful experiment in that regard. 
 I backed out, and started the drive home, now hoping that I could get there before I completely flooded myself even more…..

Chapter 29
 
 I sat there in my bench puddle, my feet in the floor puddle, and lowered my head onto my folded arms on top of my warm and closed laptop, and sucked in a shuddery breath, trying my hardest not to cry, but not fully succeeding, and I felt a couple of tears escaping. I wasn’t crying simply because I’d wet myself, but because it had been such a mega-stressful morning already, and although the worst of it was over, I felt like a complete failure. I raised my head briefly and looked around, perhaps trying to convince myself that I was being overly dramatic, but all that did was reaffirm exactly how pathetic I was feeling at that moment. My bed was in front of me, wet sheets, towel, and pee pad on full display, my yoga pants were almost completely saturated, and my feet were in a rapidly cooling puddle. There was another puddle waiting for me on the laundry floor, along with two diapers to bag and dispose of, and I already had more washing to do. Not counting wetting in my sleep, I’d fully pissed myself twice inside of two hours, and I hadn’t even been trying to do a hold or played at being naughty or cute. My van literally stunk. 
 I got up, and literally splashed my way to the mirror. My pants were completely wet all down the front and inside of my legs, and my butts wetness wrapped all the way underneath me to join the wetness between my legs. The sides of my hips were the only unscathed parts left untouched by my urine, even my lower legs were almost encased it wetness. Fuck, even my hoodie was wet around the hem, and had wicked the pee up towards my tummy, meaning that my t-shirt was wet as well. I definitely needed a shower, but I had to clean up first, but to top it all off, I was beginning to feel the need to poop. 
 “NO PAIGE! YOU ARE DEFINITELY NOT DOING THAT IN HERE AGAIN,” Angel Voice informed me sternly, although I don’t really know why, as I had absolutely no intention of ever doing that again. Well, not just then, anyway. 
 I peeled my yoga pants off, with them making a hideous, wet schlepping sound as I struggled to get them to my ankles before finally freeing myself, then tossed them onto my bed, before adding my hoodie and shirt, leaving me naked, and glistening with pee. I tore the top sheet and wet towel from the bed, dropping them onto the floor, and used my foot to wipe as much pee from the floor as I could. I absorbed all of the lake, but the vinyl floor remained sticky, as did the bench seat. After doing as much as I could, I threw the now equally soaked towel and sheet, along with my clothes, into the big tub. After performing a similar effort in the laundry, I again filled the sink up with warm, soapy water for the second time. 
 As the sink filled, I found myself starting to press my legs together at the sound of the running water, and realised that although I’d completely and utterly peed myself only fifteen minutes ago, I probably hadn’t fully emptied my bladder because I’d been sitting down. I simply wasn’t in the mood to contemplate any further holding, or potentially naughty playtime just then, and just wanted to get clean and dressed again as soon as possible, then go for a crap, before I disgraced myself once more. Admittedly the chances of that particular thing happening again were probably non-existent, but after the morning that I’d had, I wasn’t going to take anything for granted. 
 What I did next was not a playtime or naughty thing, but simply an act of considered necessity. I wasn’t in any sort of mood for fun, but was feeling rather frazzled, and simply wanted to get everything cleaned up quickly, with myself being the first priority. I’d already lost all faith in my body’s ability to control itself when it came to pee stuff, and I just wanted to make sure that I was completely empty, and not likely to wet myself or my floor while I was cleaning up the literal toilet that I was currently living in. I was being methodical and not lazy, horny or naughty, as I straddled the plastic tub on the floor that held all of my shame, then squatted down as low as I possibly could over the top of its contents. 
 I relaxed my bladder, but nothing happened, so I carefully pushed, being so careful not to poop at the same time, but still nothing came out. I readjusted my stance, and used my fingers to open my pee hole up a bit, feeling their cold grip on my smooth, hairless pussy. Again I pushed a bit, just trying to empty my bladder before having a good wash, and while I could feel myself trying to let go, I guess my body had its reservations about peeing naked in a tub full of clothes in my laundry. 
 I gave another little push, trying to get the flow started without pooping in the tub at the same time, but still had no success, when suddenly….
 *Knock Knock Knock* on my door, followed by Elsies voice, “Paige, are you in their darling?”
 The shock was so great, that I suddenly felt a strong wet squirt on my hand, as I began urinating through my fingers, coating the wet clothes, sheets and towels in the tub, and creating what seemed like an incredibly loud splattering sound as my solid stream also bounced off the inside rim and bottom of the plastic.
 I put the side of my right hand into my mouth and bit down softly on it, trying not to make a single sound, but tasting the stale piss from earlier, while I realised that I hadn’t locked the door after my morning smoke! If Elsie should happen to open the door, the first thing that she would see, would be me, stark naked, legs akimbo over the tub, with a solid stream of pee arcing backwards and forwards over a bunch of wet washing. 
 *Knock Knock* Paige? Are you in there dear?”
 I held my breath in fear, not able to move at all while I peed, expecting the door to burst open at any moment, but it didn’t, and soon I heard footsteps crunching away across the gravel. 
 I had to hold that awkward position until the trickles stopped, and I sucked in a silent breath to relax, and felt my body sagging with relief as my bladder finally emptied, and the immediate threat walked off. 
 The relief of both was so much, that as I relaxed, I farted.  Big time. It was loud enough that I was scared that Elsie might have heard it, and for a brief second I actually thought that I was going to shit, but thankfully, neither thing happened, and I was able to stand up straight again and hobble to the sink for a much needed wash at last. 
 Fuck. What a day. It was still only early to. So much time still left for more stuff to go wrong yet. Angel Voice started to remonstrate with me for being so negative, but I shut her up straight away. So far, my day had totally sucked, and if I wanted to wallow in self pity for awhile, then Goddammit, that was my right to do so. Once again my body had failed me, probably due to visual and mental stimulation, I was tired, hungry, smelly, sticky, embarrassed, and I could feel the beginning of a hangover starting to creep in. 
 I splashed some hot, soapy water onto the floor, and swished my feet in it, trying to dislodge the drying pee puddle, then started a full body wash, beginning with my armpits and breasts. I’d definitely be having a shower later, but I needed to get myself cleaned up enough to go poop. I washed myself thoroughly and messily, deliberately splashing a lot of water all over the floor, raising my feet up one at a time onto the sink, so I could fully clean myself between my legs and my butt cheeks. I diligently scrubbed between my toes, behind my knees, my lower back and tummy, along with anywhere else that might have been marinating in pee. Which was damn near everywhere. 
 Using a clean towel from yesterday’s laundry, I finally scrubbed myself dry, before dropping the towel onto the floor and using my feet to push it around and soak the water up. I’d still need to mop it properly later, but I just wanted to get rid of the pee smell ASAP. 
 My feet were cold, so I paused long enough to raid the clean laundry for my fresh white ankle socks, then padded over to slip my crocs on before taking the wet towel inside to wipe the van floor again. Only once that was done, did I finally give some thought towards getting dressed. 
 I’ll admit, that under more normal circumstances, peeing naked into a bucket in my laundry, and walking around naked while cleaning may have been a turn on for me, but not then. I just wanted to get everything out of the way so I could finally relax and focus on my day. 
 My tummy rumbled, urging me to hurry up and go to the toilet, so I reached into my drawer for panties, but paused, pulling my hand back. I opened the drawer beside that one, and took out a butterfly pull up instead. Not because I particularly wanted to wear one just then, but I kind of needed to poop, was about to go to the toilet, and the way my morning was going I’d probably end up having an accident of some sort before I got there. I took a moment to put some baby powder and lotion on, front and back, and I finally began to actually feel clean again. After donning my sweats, jumper, and now obligatory face mask, I felt safe and protected enough to venture outside. 
 I approached the toilet block with a feeling of dread bubbling away inside me. I was almost convinced that I’d wet myself, perhaps worse, as soon as I entered, but apart from feeling a disquieting loosening feeling from both my bladder and bowels, I made it safely inside a cubicle without soiling myself in any way. The alcohol I’d drank yesterday appeared to have stirred my gut up a bit, but overall, the visit was clean, refreshing, and without incident. 
 I did begin to feel the first stirrings of naughtiness however, as I sat perched on my porcelain throne, looking down at the clean, fluffy little dipe that was nestled in the crotch of my sweatpants…..
 NO PAIGE. SERIOUSLY? YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING! 
 Angel Voice was right. After the morning I’d had, and the cleanup that still lay in front of me, getting naughty feelings from diapers should be the last thing on my mind. I mentally chastised myself, but still, I had to admit, the little pull up DID look awfully cute sitting inside my pants, puddled around my little white socks. I told myself that I could have some playtime later, but I had to be a grownup for now, and finish cleaning up my mess. 
 Back home again, and I got stuck into it properly. I finished completely stripping the bed, used a spray cleaner all over the table and bench seats,as well as my vinyl mattress protector, then mopped the floor, plus the laundry as well. My washing machine was now full again already, so I turned that on as well, then made a cup of tea, telling myself that I was being good by abstaining from coffee, although deep down I knew that tea could have a similar effect on me as well. 
 I ran a critical eye over my “house,” and deemed it to finally be clean again, so I grabbed my smokes, then sighed with frustration when I discovered that I only had one left. 
 “Screw it. Go get more,” Devil Voice intoned, and I agreed with her. I’d promised Angel that I’d only be buying that one packet, but I was a flustered, nervous wreck, and with all the drama that my body was causing me, I had enough to worry about without going through nicotine withdrawal at the same time. I promised Angel that as soon as I regained at least my regular level of control over my bladder, then I’d DEFINITELY stop smoking again, and that would be it. 
 I was standing outside smoking, and finally starting to feel relaxed for the first time, head down, lost in the latest social media updates on my phone, when a familiar voice beckoned me. 
 “Yoo-Hoo! Hello Paige!”
 Looking up, I saw Elsie approaching, and while I managed a smile, I cringed internally. 
 “You ARE home,” she commented, “I thought you were! I knocked on your door earlier. I thought I could hear movement, but you didn’t answer?”
 I was put on the spot, and felt like a deer caught in the headlines of an oncoming truck. I felt my pee hole momentarily quiver and loosen, although nothing leaked out. I guess it was a classic physical response to feeling trapped or helpless I suppose. I automatically crossed my legs, leaning back on my car, and tried to look calm and nonchalant. 
 “Morning Elsie. Did you? I’m so sorry! I’ve been home all morning! I must’ve had my ear buds in I guess. I’ve been busy today, uh, cleaning up a lot I guess.”
 She smiled and nodded with understanding. “Ahhh. That certainly explains it then. I was so sure that I heard movement in there, but couldn’t be positive. I know what those bud-things are like. When Tiarni has hers in, it’s like she’s on a completely different planet sometimes! Next time, I might open the door and stick my head in, aye?”
 I actually shuddered, and felt just a tiny drip of pee leak out. I’d had a vivid mental image of Elsie opening my door, to see me standing spread-legged naked, urinating on my clothes in the tub. 
 “Th-that’s fine,” I managed to stammer, making a mental to ensure that my annex door would remained permanently locked from now on. 
 I nervously but casually pulled at the front of my pants for a second, worried that my little drip might be showing on my grey sweats, but I relaxed instantly when my fingers detected the padding that I’d forgotten about. 
 Devil Voice whispered something about how that was actual proof that wearing diapers was a good thing, although I knew deep down that it was the diapers that had put me into this position in the first place! 
 “So, what was it you wanted?” I enquired. 
 Elsie beamed a big smile at me. “Oh, nothing really important dear. Tiarni and myself wanted to know if you’d like to pop around later for afternoon tea perhaps? I’m making Ti’s favourite chocolate cake, and her online learning thingamajig will be finished by two o’clock, so we were wondering if you’d like to come around at say, two thirty or so?”
 To be honest, visiting them wasn’t high on my priority list, as I was worried that it might set off my incontinence issues, but, at the same time, perhaps it could be good practice for me as well. You know, deliberately putting myself into a position where an accident might happen, but also making sure that my padding would protect me. After all, I had to take a risk at some point. I couldn’t not ever leave my home again! And besides, chocolate cake…
 My natural shyness kicked in, making me not want to disappoint the old girl. 
 “Half two? Thanks Elsie! I’ll see you then…..”
 

Chapter 28
 
 Ugh. It was bright in there, bright enough to make me turn my head, pull the covers over it, and snuggle down in the warmth again. 
 Wait. The warmth? What the hell? And what was that smell? 
 I ran a hand between my legs and through the pee pad, finding it saturated. I smiled groggily to myself. 
 “Naughty girl Paige. You’ve wet the bed! You must’ve done a really big wee-wee in your sleep last night,” Devil Voice informed me rather cheekily. 
 I wiggled my padded butt backwards and forwards, and felt it almost sliding against the saturated padding that engulfed it. I had to agree with her, apparently I had, and more than once by the feel of things. Huh. I hadn’t even stirred, let alone woken up. 
 I stretched my legs out, arching my back, and could feel the cold wetness of my sheets rubbing on the backs of my thighs. Judging by the feel of things, I’d wet more than my nappy and pad, apparently leaking all over the sheets as well. My diaper was still warm though, so I gave it a firm squish, and felt wetness leaking out of the leg guards. It didn’t feel too bad in the crotch, but my backside was drenched, and I was wet all the way up to the side panels. I must’ve peed myself a few times while lying on my back I assumed. 
 Wait! Why was it so freaking light in here?  What the fuck was the actual time? I threw the blanket back and looked at my bedside clock. 8:11am. 
 SHIT! shitshitshitshitshit! 
 My Zoom meeting was on in nineteen minutes! I’d meant to set my alarm for seven thirty, but had forgotten, such was the state of my drunkenness last night. I had nineteen, no, now eighteen minutes to get up, clean up, and make myself presentable for my work colleagues. 
 I almost jumped out of bed, but had to pause and close my eyes for a second while the room spun a bit, then I stumbled forward, dragging the blankets with me so I could look at the damage to my sheets. 
 The pee pad was soaked, as was the towel underneath it. Upon pulling them to the side, I found a wet patch the size of two dinner plates on my light blue sheets, and I could feel the back of my t-shirt clinging cold, wet, and clammy halfway up my back. 
 What the fuck? 
 I lifted my shirt and reached for my diaper, and suddenly I understood. For some reason, drunken me had decided to put a little butterfly pull up on last night instead of a Molicare, and I probably hadn’t even fitted it properly before stumbling into bed. I had a vague memory of coming inside, very lightheaded, and getting changed while thoughts of cuteness swam through my brain, and drunk me must’ve come to the conclusion that a Goodnite looked way cuter than a Molicare, and had apparently decided to go with that. 
 Bad call, drunken me. 
 Great. More clean up. But not now. I had to think clearly, and get ready. I definitely didn’t have time for a shower, so I’d have to make do with having a quick wash in the laundry and brushing my hair. Makeup would be optional if I had enough time. 
 Stepping back, my bare foot trod in something cold and wet, and I jumped, looking down to see I’d stood right in the middle of the ripped open Molicare that I’d carelessly abandoned on the floor last night while getting changed. I rolled my eyes. Great. Yuck. 
 I picked it up gingerly between two fingers and padded to the annex, my left foot leaving wet prints on the vinyl flooring behind me. My toiletries bag was where I’d left it on the coffee table, and I grabbed it on the way past, pausing to drop the heavy pull up into the big tub, where it again landed with a heavy wet splat, then I switched the kettle on. 
 I ran some warm water in the laundry sink, and immediately had to cross my legs as the sound of running water made me realise for the first time that I was absolutely bursting for a pee, but I had nowhere to safely do it. Obviously I couldn’t go to the toilet, my big nappies where inside the van, and the sudden warm leak that I felt was enough to convince me that I couldn’t risk walking across the carpet again to fetch one. 
 I sighed, knowing that I had no options. 
 This was supposed to be day number one of re-potty training myself again. I’d promised myself that I could continue to wet myself for fun, but I wouldn’t just do it for the sake of convenience anymore, and I’d try my hardest to actually hold on and use the toilet, or at least the sink, unless I was enjoying some personal playtime. 
 Putting my hands into the warm water to begin washing my face was enough. I simply didn’t have the time to muck around any longer, and I let go of my bladder as I began washing my face, and a huge amount of hot pee exploded into my already full kiddie pull up, and a second later, my legs were wet and I was standing in a puddle. The kettle started boiling, my hands were in the sink water, and I was standing in a warm puddle that was beginning to slowly trickle down the drain. I was surrounded by wetness in every direction, including all over my legs and feet. 
 I guess that under normal circumstances I might’ve taken some time to enjoy it, but time was a luxury that I didn’t have just then, so I continued wet-combing my hair and washing my face while I tried to ignore the piss that was running down my legs. I didn’t even look down until after I’d brushed my teeth, and made sure that I emptied my bladder as much as I possibly could. After all, I’d broken my potty training rule already, so I might as well make sure that I had finished. As the last drops continued splattering onto the floor, I spat my toothpaste out, ripped off my butterfly dipe, and stepped out of the puddle, finally using the washcloth to do a rudimentary job of wiping my legs and feet. I didn’t have time to clean up just then, so I dropped the cloth next to my nappy in the bucket, along with my t-shirt, then finally made a cup of instant coffee. Being completely naked, I carefully carried the steaming cup back inside, where the clock told me that it was 8:19. I had eleven minutes to get dressed and log in. 
 I forced myself to take a deep, calming breath, and looked suspiciously at my coffee. My big plans of re-training myself had included cutting right back on my known bladder irritants, caffeine, alcohol, and sugar, but if I’d ever needed a coffee in my entire lifetime, it was at that moment, and I gratefully took a couple of big gulps. My head felt fuzzy, I was a bit disoriented, and needed a quick caffeine boost before my meeting. Besides, I’d already broken Golden (hehe, golden) Rule number one, Though Shalt Not Go Potty In Ones Pants Unless It’s Playtime. 
 The hot coffee was delicious, and after taking a couple of big sips, I reluctantly put the cup down while I got dressed. At least I didn’t need to look too professional. During lockdown Zoom meetings, everyone just lounged around home in comfortable clothes, but I still wanted to look respectable. I pulled out my favourite pair of yoga pants, a white base, but covered with a vivid, colourful design of jungle flowers and vines, and I slipped them on sans underpants, trying to save a valuable few seconds, and I teamed it up with my white Adidas hoodie over a sleeveless strappy shirt. I turned the laptop around so my pissy bed wasn’t going to be in the background, and booted up my computer. I would’ve killed for a smoke just then, but I didn’t have time. Of course I could’ve smoked during the meeting, but everyone knew that I’d supposedly quit, and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with it just then. As the computer warmed up, I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, although I nearly slipped over from my wet pee footprints on the floor. At least I hadn’t put socks on I suppose. 
 One minute to go, and I was logged in and ready to go, although I would much preferred to have the time to dry my hair properly. I took a deep breath to relax myself as my colleagues all appeared in their little boxes one by one. 
 The meeting started, greetings were exchanged, and we were in to it. Max took charge, and read out her plans and concerns from a hand written page of notes. There wasn’t really a lot being said that concerned me directly, as befitting my spot on the Totem Pole Of Journalistic Importance. Most of the important discussions ranged around the big guns of journalism, politics, crime and sport, while community based reporting such as mine was probably relegated all the way below opinion pieces. I did volunteer my idea of doing a piece about the impact of the lockdown on small businesses, but as Max rightly pointed out, we’d already done that before, and on more than one occasion. 
 So I sat there, drank my coffee, my first water, then briefly excused myself to grab another one. I wasn’t trying to build up for another hold or anything, but it was something to do while I tried to feign interest, and although I certainly wasn’t dehydrated after my fluid intake yesterday, the alcohol had made me feel a bit lethargic and not-quite-switched-on so far today, although I’d avoided a hangover or upset tummy, so that was good I suppose. 
 At about 9:20, Max glanced at her phone. “Sorry guys. Take five. I have to take this, it’s important. Go grab yourselves a coffee or something. Back shortly.”
 Everyone stood up and stretched, and started to leave wherever they had been sitting, and I quickly followed suit. My earlier promises to myself about reducing or even negating my caffeine intake had flown out the window, and I was craving another coffee. I also REALLY needed a cigarette! After turning the kettle back on again, I grabbed my phone and cigarettes and went outside for the first time that day, shaking my head in disgust on the way. 
 My home smelled bad. My bed sheets were visibly wet, complete with a soaked pad and towel still sitting there, I had dried pee footprints all through the van, a stagnant puddle of piss marinating on my laundry floor, a soaked kids and adult diaper sitting beside it in the tub, and my small bucket still had my sweats and socks soaking in it from my accident yesterday, plus I had various towels and wipes laying around. It was a disgusting mess. But I didn’t have time to do anything more than have a much needed coffee and cigarette just then. 
 Then there was my personal issues. Not only had I woken up covered in pee, I hadn’t been able to do more than a wash cloth clean up, and I still felt sticky and dirty. Plus, to top it all off, I had already broken every rule that I’d set for myself already. I’d deliberately peed in my diaper for convenience, and I was already drinking my second coffee on top of a bottle of water. 
 I was a disgusting, smelly, untrustworthy mess, and felt ashamed of myself. But, there was absolutely nothing I could do about it just then anyway, so I tried to put it out of my mind. 
 I did a quick bladder analysis. I wasn’t busting or desperate at all, but I felt like I could’ve gone tinkle if I tried. I almost went to the toilet to be honest, but my phone suddenly trilled with a message from Max. 
 “Come on guys. Battle stations please. We’ve still got a few more things to get through yet.”
 I sighed, crushed my smoke out, and went back in, wrinkling my nose up at the sharp smell of piss emanating from inside my home, took my seat behind the screen again, and the meeting began again. 
 Max was right, there was a bit to get through still, although nothing that really involved me. To be honest, I can’t see any reason for me to be involved except that I was officially part of “The Team,” and it was a team meeting after all. 
 About forty five minutes had passed, and I’d finished my second coffee, my first bottle of water, and was well into my second one, out of boredom as much as need, and I was becoming aware of my need to urinate starting to gradually build up again. It was there, but still only fairly mild I guess, perhaps a 4-5 on the scale, which under normal circumstances would have me starting to consider going, but over the past couple of days also being a tipping point for fun or accidents, although I swear that neither of those options were anything that I was considering at the time, although I was beginning to think about both somewhere in the back of my mind I suppose. 
 Devil Voice: “Man, I wish I had a nappy on. I could just let go here while they’re talking.”
Angel Voice: “Don’t let them distract you Paige. You’re starting to need a wee now, but it’ll be over soon.”
Devil Voice: “As soon as it’s over, put a big dipe on and flood it. It’ll be so much fun!”
Angel Voice: “NO! WE ARE NOT DOING THAT ANYMORE! REMEMBER? POTTY TRAINING? NO DELIBERATE ACCIDENTS!”
 Devil Voice, (Sounding sarcastic) “What about earlier then, smart ass? You didn’t have a problem peeing all over the laundry floor, did you?”
Angel Voice: “That was different and you know it. It was an emergency….”
 And so on and so on. 
 Basically, I was starting to focus all my attention onto my bladder, my level of urgency, and how much fun I’d be missing out on by not using a nappy when the meeting finished. Angel wanted me to do the right thing and go to the toilet if I could make it in time, or at least use the sink, while Devil wanted me to pad up and have fun. After all, my entire house and I were already coated with pee as it was….STOP IT DEVIL VOICE!
 I refocused my attention on the meeting. Lockdown this. Covid that. Politicians said. Health Minister Statements. On and on and on. 
 SOOOOO BORING! Especially since it didn’t affect me at all, apart from being stuck at home. It didn’t even look likely that I’d be expected to work! Not great for my finances, but really good for more diapered fun and playtime, and 
 STOP IT PAIGE! THIS IS A PERFECT TIME FOR POTTY TRAINING, REMEMBER?!
My mind kept returning to pee related stuff, and it wasn’t hard to understand why. My need to pee had been really starting to ramp up by now, to the point where it was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable. I raised my left leg under the table, and tucked my foot neatly against my vagina, putting pressure on my pee hole, and it worked to a reasonable extent. I felt more in control, for the time being at least. 
 Another ten minutes in, I’d finished water bottle number two, and was beginning to squirm a bit. Even sitting as I was, right foot now tucked instead of left now, after I’d begun getting cramped, and I judged my desperation to be a solid 7. Under normal circumstances, I’d be definitely looking for a toilet break about now. 
 I actually considered excusing myself then, and going to the toilet, but two things stopped me. My chronic shyness, and a genuine fear that I probably wouldn’t make it if I tried. Damn it. I couldn’t even use the sink, because I’d turned the laptop around so my wet bed wouldn’t be visible behind me, but of course now the sink was. I couldn’t turn it around with the camera facing my pissy sheets again, so I was stuck. 
 I glanced over the top of the screen and saw my wet pee pad sitting there, like a promise of salvation, and I guess that’s all the visual or mental stimulation that I needed, and I suddenly felt my bladder loosening in that now familiar way, and before I even knew what was happening, I began wetting my pants. 
 It happened so fast and with basically no warning at all. I was sitting there, right foot tucked into my private area, and suddenly, after looking at my wet bed and pad, my foot got wet. It was that quick. 
 The shock was so great that I let out an audible gasp of pure surprise, and hastily untangled my legs to sit properly, leaning forward automatically and pressing my thighs tightly together, bumping the computer as I uttered a load groan, which of course attracted everyone’s attention. Max was looking at me through her screen with a quizzical look on her face. 
 “Paigey? What’s up? You okay?”
 I could feel the warm blush creeping up my face, as the sudden explosion of warmth in my crotch got suddenly clamped off, but not for long. 
 “Oh! Sorry Max, guys. Argh. I got a sudden cramp, that’s all.”
 Max was sympathetic. “Ouch. Nothing worse, is there? Get up and stretch it out a bit mate.”
 A quick glance at my crotch, which was hidden from view under the table, but would be the first thing visible in extreme close up should I stand, told me that that wasn’t a good idea at all. Although my yoga pants had a busy, brightly coloured pattern all over them, the large round wet spot on the front was very noticeable. 
 “No. No. I’m okay thanks. All good.”
 I received a smattering of good natured ribbing from the rest of our team, as I stretched my legs out under the table and crossed my ankles, while my left hand snuck down to explore the damage. Apparently I’d leaked out quite a bit, and now I REALLY needed to finish what I’d started. I don’t know if it was the feeling of letting some out, or the feeling of wet pants, but I was suddenly really desperate. 
 Oh man. I was really wet. There was a wet spot the size of a saucer on my crotch, and because I wasn’t wearing any panties, I had a highly visible wet camel toe. I’d actually wet myself a little bit on a few occasions while wearing these pants and doing my stretches before, and had thought that they hid little accidents rather well, but perhaps that had been while wearing panties and having the wet spot between my legs, but just then I must’ve looked like a boy had peed in my pants instead. 
 I plucked at my saturated camel toe which made me shudder a bit. Holy Hell. I really did need to pee so badly just then! 
 Angel Voice whispered to me. “Don’t panic. This is nearly over. As soon as it is, you can go in the sink. Don’t worry about having a little accident either. You’ve had them before. This isn’t anything to do with our naughty fun games Paige, and you mustn’t turn it into one either! You’re potty training, remember? This isn’t an excuse to regress or be naughty…”
 For once, I was in complete agreeance with her. My libido could not have been any lower just then. I wasn’t feeling little, cute, horny, or naughty. I just really wanted to pee, and properly, into a toilet or at least the sink or bucket. This was definitely not a time for diapers or games. After all, this was a serious work meeting, and while I may not have been the worlds greatest journalist, I was serious about my career, at least while in the company of my colleagues and peers. I was starting to sweat. 
 The meeting went on, and so did my need for relief. The way that my urgency was skyrocketing was incredible, and I can only put it down to a combination of having already let some out, and the feeling of wet pants, but whatever it was, I knew that I just simply couldn’t hold it for much longer, a few minutes at most. 
 Fuck. Why the fuck hadn’t I taken the time to put a diaper on this morning? 
 Oh yeah. I’d been running super late, had already wet myself, I had a work meeting, and was potty training myself again. All good solid reasons. But still…
 Finally it looked like Max was wrapping things up. Any minute now and I could do what I desperately needed to do. 
 Then she asked, “Okay, that’s me finished. Do you guys have any questions?”
 Of course they fucking did. One after another after another. 
 I was trying my best not to squirm around in my seat, but that made it harder to hold back the imminent flood, and with a cold shiver down my spine, I felt myself beginning to lose control for good. 
 My legs were pressed tightly together, thighs and calves, my ankles were crossed, and I was leaning as far forward as I could, but it wasn’t enough. My bladder simply gave up, and I felt the tsunami moving swiftly southward down my urethra. 
 It was like trying to turn my attention away from an impending train wreck, and I couldn’t help but watch as a large jet of pee suddenly burst forth, and bubbled up and through my lycra pants like a water bubbler in a playground, maybe reaching a couple of inches into the air, before falling down into the crevice where my legs touched, then running down towards my knees where it cascaded downwards with a loud splattering sound all over my feet and the floor. 
 I was defeated. It was too late to stop or even begin to control it, so I spread my legs open in a wide V, and watched in horror as the river that had been running down my legs splashed down onto the orange vinyl seat, then spread out in all directions, including under my bum, before pouring down onto the floor beneath the table. It must’ve been the seated position, but I swear that I peed for over twenty seconds until it finally petered out, and by that stage my bare feet were literally splashing in a puddle, and it had run out from all directions to completely saturate the seat. 
 As Max wound the meeting up, I hoped my colleagues couldn’t hear the constant dripping sound coming from beneath my table….
 
 

Chapter 25
 
  I wasn’t supposed to smoke inside the van, but I really needed one, and I couldn’t be bothered getting dressed to go and stand outside in the cold again. I think that the part of me that was enjoying the “naughty” feelings that wetting was giving me, AKA Devil Voice, took over just then, and I opened the window above the sink, and lit one up, before sitting down again with a wet squish. I used an empty stubbie for an ashtray, while I kind of zoned out, and gently rubbed at the front of my diaper. I wasn’t actually trying to masturbate at first, but it felt good to press the hot padding against my sex. By the time I’d finished my cigarette however, I was rubbing and pushing on it with increasingly greater speed and pressure, and was starting to think naughty thoughts. 
 Then suddenly, as I rubbed and squished, I felt yet another hot trickle explode from inside my diaper, and a leak sprang forth from my scrunched up leg guard and ran across the seat, before falling gently to the floor. I guess that the next wave of liquid had reached my bladder, and it wasn’t capable of holding in even the smallest amount, and with my legs spread, it simply ran out. It was the last straw for Devil Voice, and I let her guide me from there. 
 Without thinking about it too much, I threw the blanket off the bad, spread a pee pad on the bottom sheet, and lay down on it, before reaching into my bedside drawer, where I had hidden my vibrating toys. I selected the biggest, hardest one, a seven inch long, hard plastic replica of a penis, pink, and I switched in on, pressing it firmly against my padded crotch. 
 HOLLLLLEYYY FUUUUUCK!
 That felt amazing! The intense vibration pushing my soaked padding against my pussy was out of this world. I smashed it hard into the diaper, pushing it, twisting it, grinding it as hard as I could, while the vibrations traveled through the pee soaked padding, both tickling and pleasuring me at the same time. I’ll admit that I was going harder at it than I normally do, but I needed to apply maximum pressure to get the full feeling. 
 I was rocking backwards and forwards, thrusting my hips up, and had my legs in the air with my knees bent, in a classic baby changing position, and I saw my toes curling inside my cute little sockies, and that turned me on even more. It felt amazing, but after a few minutes my diaper was starting to tear, and I needed more direct contact anyway, so I ripped the side panels open, and let the front of my nappy fall loosely onto the pad, giving me full access to my trembling vagina. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I slid the vibrating toy easily inside my cavity, and started sliding it in and out, while my left hand grabbed and stroked at everything from my clit to my bumhole, and I almost screamed in pleasure. 
 My orgasm was fast approaching, and I could feel something inside me beginning to shift, so I tried to spread my legs even wider, and raised my knees higher at the same time, which almost triggered me into cumming straight away. My dildo had been hammering up and down like a piston, but as the tingling sensation started deep within me, I slowed down the speed, and started sliding it into me as deeply as I could. 
 “OHHHHH. Here it comes,” I thought as the beautiful feelings overwhelmed me, making my entire body tense up. 
 My eyes were closed, but I opened them suddenly as I felt another familiar sensation suddenly start moving through me with my impending orgasm. It didn’t matter though. It was way too late to stop what I’d started, but I had to watch on fearfully as I kept pumping myself. 
 At the risk of going TMI on you guys, one of my favourite things in the world to do while playing with my toys, is to wait until I’m just about to cum, the slide my vibrator out of my pussy, and jam it firmly against my butt hole as I orgasm, and regardless of what I could feel happening, I had no intention of changing anything up now. 
 As my legs started going weak, and the first rush of intense pleasure started somewhere in my belly, I pulled old pinky out, and stuffed it between my arse cheeks just before I came. I kept my eyes focused on my socks, as a gigantic orgasm overwhelmed me, at the same time that a strong jet of pee shot almost straight up into the air at least two feet high, then arced out to splatter noisily into my scrunched up bed pad, my tummy, and my sheets. 
 I couldn’t stop it, and as my backside continued to vibrate, I peed heavily all over myself, the pad, and my bed.....

She’s Australian. Be glad she’s not mixing vegemite in it! 🤣