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    Barry got a reaction from An0n in Childhood pee games with friends   
    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. 
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    Barry got a reaction from .s04k_urs3lf. in Wetting while walking to the beach   
    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. 
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    Barry got a reaction from Maxxyboy91 in Childhood pee games with friends   
    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. 
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    Barry got a reaction from YuriChaosLord in Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi-Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies.   
    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......
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    Barry got a reaction from YuriChaosLord in Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi-Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies.   
    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......
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    Barry got a reaction from YuriChaosLord in Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi-Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies.   
    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.....
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    Barry reacted to PaddedWarriorP in Cultural Differences in a World of Nighttime Incontinence   
    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."
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    Barry got a reaction from Windows XPee in Sports wettings   
    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. 
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    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….
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    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….
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    Barry got a reaction from LilMiss in Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi-Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies.   
    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…..
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    Barry got a reaction from LilMiss in Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi-Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies.   
    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…..”
     
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    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….
     
     
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    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.....
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    Chapter 21
     
     I’d taken my socks off, and was running some hot soapy water in the laundry sink as I considered my next move. My mood had improved 1000% since my playtime, and I was now excitedly looking forward to new experiments and fun. It was Sunday afternoon, and the rest of the day was all mine to enjoy. It would’ve been the most perfect time to try another big building hold, forcing another OAB attack, but my holding muscles were completely worn out. I knew I’d be losing control and wetting myself long before I could build up enough to make that happen. 
     “So what then?” I asked myself, as I began wiping my entire lower body with a soapy washcloth. More free peeing? That was fun! I took another energy drink from the fridge and drank deeply. Maybe I should just put another Molicare on and spend the day just soaking it slowly, a bit at a time? I could put my new panties on under it. That would be cool! I’d love to try them under my Goodnites, although that was an obvious recipe for disaster, but there was no reason why I couldn’t try it, at least at home. 
     Oh wow. The hot soapy water felt good on my shaved slit, and the trickles that ran down my legs as I washed felt exactly like pee, but smelled nicer. I slowly sponged my princess parts, then my legs and feet, then my butt cheeks, and finally the inside of my crack. I was already getting myself worked up again! 
     THATS ENOUGH PAIGE. TIME ENOUGH FOR MORE PLAY LATER 
     I sighed. Angel voice was right. I still had to unpack the car, and I was starting to get seriously hungry by then. I went inside, and slipped my feet into a fresh butterfly kiddie pull up, pulled on a cotton sundress that was probably too flimsy for an autumn day, then padded outside and unloaded my car. The vodka drinks looked enticing, so I drained my Monster, and opened one of those. I knew it was a bit early by my standards, but I was thirsty, still a bit tense, and felt like throwing all caution to the wind and wanted to trigger another accident at some point. I could just as easily deliberately wet myself I suppose, but having an accident was way more fun. 
     My tummy grumbled. I needed food, but couldn’t shake the idea of getting a Subway. I thought of driving back over, but one look at my drivers seat convinced me that wasn’t a great idea unless I put a towel down first. I really needed to clean that before I did anything else. 
     Five minutes later, I was on my hands and knees inside my open car door, sponging and spraying my seat, when I heard a little sing-song voice from behind me. 
     “Hi Paige. Watcha doing?”
     I gave a little jump, turning around to see Tiarni standing there, a quizzical expression on her face. 
     “Hi Ti. I’m, um, cleaning my seat. I, uh, spilled something on it before.”
     She poked her head around the door, and saw the dark round wet spot on the seat, and giggled. 
     “Ha. That’s funny! It looks like you wee’d on it, doesn’t it?”
     I felt myself blush, but I wouldn’t let myself be intimidated by an eleven year old. 
     “Yeah. I guess it does a bit, eh? But no. I definitely spilled my drink.”
     She went quiet for a moment, and I could tell she was thinking about something. 
     “Paige? Can I ask ya something?”
     “Sure Ti. Shoot.”
     “Ya know when ya saw me yesterday when I’d peed my pants?”
     Jesus. Straight out with it. Nothing like a kid to get straight to the point I guess. 
     “Yes sweetie. What about it?”
     “Well, that happens sometimes when I’m here. I don’t mean it too, but the toilets are just sooooo far away, ya know?”
    I suppressed a grin. She looked so adorable, and sounded so serious! It was almost too cute to be believed. 
     “I know sweetie. It makes it a bit hard sometimes, doesn’t it?”
     She smiled at my agreeance, then almost floored me with her next sentences. 
     “Is that what happened to you Paige? When I saw ya in the toilet? Did you go pee in your pants too?”
     Ah fuck. What was I supposed to say now? I didn’t “Do” kids that well. But, my mum always said that honesty with children was the best thing, and I could tell that in her own sweet way she was looking for reassurance. 
     “Yes honey. Same thing. I waited too long before I left, and I had a little accident. I guess it can happen to everyone once in a while can’t it? Even to grownups.”
     She grinned mischievously. “It happens to my Nanna a lot too. She can’t hold on very long. But she’s pretty old I suppose. Do you wanna know a secret?”
     Fuck. This was uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure if this was an appropriate discussion to be having with a little kid who I hardly knew. But, she was doing most of the talking, not me. 
     “Oh yeah? What’s your secret Ti?”
     She looked around dramatically, and lowered her voice to a whisper. 
     “Me and Nan haveta wear diapers to bed, just in case....”
     I wasn’t sure exactly what to say, so I said nothing, while she hopped from foot to foot, looking at me nervously. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke again. 
     “I know I’m not a little kid anymore,” she explained seriously, “but Nan says it’s alright, ‘specially if I’m gonna do wees in my sleep. She said it happens to lotsa people. Is that right? Like it happened to you, and not even in your sleep or nothing, but daytime. And you’re a grownup too,” she added for extra emphasis. 
     I stood up and stretched, looking into her earnest brown eyes as she bobbed up and down. 
     “Ti, sweetie, accidents can happen to anyone, you got that? Doesn’t matter if you’re young or old, asleep or awake. They can happen. That’s why they’re called accidents, you get that?”
     She giggled, obviously relieved and reassured by my answer. It was kinda cool being the smart grownup for a change. Besides, I couldn’t help but like this kid, although the more I looked at her, and the way she kept fidgeting around, something was becoming apparent. 
     “Ti. Do you need to go to the toilet now? It looks like you do?”
     She tugged at her bottom for a second, then looked at me with a blush creeping up her chubby cheeks, and gave a shy giggle. 
     “Yeah. I was just on my way to the toilets when I saw you, and I hadda ask. I wanted to ask you yesterday, but didn’t wanna say it in front of Nan.”
     I giggled as well. “Ok kiddo. You got your answer. I did have a little accident yesterday, and anyone can, it’s not unusual. And, there’s nothing wrong with wearing a nappy to bed if you need one, got it?”
     She looked relieved, but very fidgety. 
     “Thanks Paige,” she grinned. 
     “Ok Rugrat,” I replied with a grin of my own. “You go straight to the toilet now before YOU have an accident, okay? Scoot!”
     She laughed, and ran off, putting a hand between her legs as she did, leaving me shaking my head in her wake. What a little devil she was! 
     I watched her leave, and I became aware of a slight warm feeling between my legs, and as there was nobody else around, I snuck a hand up and under my dress, where I touched my diaper, then slipped a finger inside the padding. Yep. There was a definite wet spot in there. I hadn’t felt it happening, probably because of my weakened holding muscles, but I’d leaked a little bit while Tiarni had been talking to me. It must’ve happened while she was talking about wetting herself or wearing diapers, and I hadn’t even felt it. Fuck. But still, I couldn’t complain, it felt nice, naughty too. Just a bit concerning, that’s all. 
     I towelled off the seat, took a minute to pick up some carelessly discarded rubbish from my car, then paused for a smoke, just as the kid walked past again, this time heading home. She gave me a big, friendly smile, with a confident thumbs-up. 
     “Hey Paige! Look! I made it okay,” she said, way too loudly than I thought was appropriate, given the subject matter, but I returned the thumb anyway. The irony that she had made it safely while I’d peed myself a bit wasn’t lost on me though, and again I felt a bit conflicted. I would really have to get a proper handle on what was starting to happen to me, but not today. I’d exhausted my holding muscles too much already, and some form of accidents were going to be inevitable for awhile, especially if I intended to continue to drink. I took a large swig of my vodka drink. I definitely intended to continue, lol. 
     I did the momentary release bit, and although I felt like I was about to pee, nothing more than a drop or two leaked out, just enough to warm that little wet spot in front of my pee hole, and it felt good. I was still 99% empty, so I drained my drink, went inside, and opened a water. 
     I only had one more task to do, so I got it out of the way. I filled up my little bucket with hot water and Napisan, and threw in my wet, stained granny knickers. I also added the socks I’d been wearing, which were wet, as well as the socks I’d worn yesterday. They had gotten so stained that the washing machine hadn’t been able to clean them. I didn’t want to risk bleaching my sweats, so I ran some water in the laundry sink to soak them in separately. Now my chores were complete, I needed to find something to do while I filled my bladder up again. 
     Screw it. I was hungry, and had my heart set on a Subway, so I decided to walk back to the shop and get one. At the least it would kill half an hour or so, and I had nothing more interesting to do until I started to write. I added a knitted cardigan to my upper body, and white socks and my Converse to my feet, grabbed my mask and purse, and headed off, draining my water before I got to the rubbish bin near the gate. The vodka had done its job, taking the edge off my previous uptight mood, and although it was cool, it was nice to be out in the weak afternoon sunshine. Fifteen minutes later, I was ordering a foot long sub, and got a bottle of soda at the same time, which I had finished by the time I entered the park again. 
     During the entire walk, there and back, I’d been focusing on my bladder, and although I could now feel a slight need building up, there wasn’t any actual urgency, but I did mentally brace myself as I approached the toilets, and was pleased that my diaper didn’t get any wetter than what it already had been by the time I got back home, although I did feel my urgency kick up a notch after I’d ignored the toilet and kept walking. It was like my body was trying to warn me of what lay ahead, but I knew that already, and kept going. 
     Once I was safely inside, I locked the door, kicked of my shoes, removed my cardigan and dress, leaving me in just my socks, diaper and t-shirt, then examined my options. I dragged my yoga mat against the front of the sofa, and put a towel on it, then added one of my new bed pads, before sticking my legs under the coffee table, and sitting down, grinning at the crinkly sound it made. Leaning back against the couch with a sigh of relief, I switched the tv on. 
     I was safe. Home alone and diapered, and I intended to stay like that until I visited the toilet to poop, but that wouldn’t be until much, much later. Until then, I was going to just relax and pee my diapers as much as I wanted to. 
     I needed some inspiration, and was interested to find out what other people’s experiences were about wearing underwear under their nappies, so I fired up my laptop and logged in here. A quick search found lots of threads about it, so my research would definitely be fun. I picked up half of my sub, then paused. Something wasn’t quite right. 
     A quick release of my bladder fixed that instantly, and although my midsection was hidden under the table, I could feel the wet warmth spreading across my butt, and I watched my stockinged toes curl up as my nappy swelled. When I’d finished, I wiggled my butt into the padding, and took a bite of my sandwich. 
     My wet afternoon had begun.....
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    Chapter 19
     
     I admired my diapered reflection in the mirror, and found it a real turn on when I pulled the nappy down slightly in the front, enough to expose the hem of my panties, which I pulled up tightly, forcing the wet spot against my slit, which made my toes curl in pleasure. Oh my God. The combination of wet knickers and a thick dipe was incredible, and I shivered with delight. At that moment, I could’ve easily thrown myself down on the bed, and masturbated vigorously with my hand inside my dipe, but outside my panties, my probing fingers massaging and pushing on the hot wet cotton, then...
     STOP PAIGE STOP. 
     I mentally rebuked myself. There would be heaps of time for self pleasure later. After all, I’d remembered to buy fresh batteries for both my vibrators yesterday..., but not right now. At that moment I had more experiments to conduct. 
     I thought that the visual/physical stimulation experiments were done. I had to grudgingly accept that it was indeed an issue, and something that I’d have to learn to deal with eventually. I truly hoped that I could work with it, because even just twenty four hours in, I knew that I was a committed diaper lover and had no desire whatsoever to stop wearing them, regardless of the consequences. I just had to hope that I could acquire some coping mechanisms to deal with the side effects. 
     After all, I not only wanted, but NEEDED to be in control of this. Wearing for fun, convenience, or extra protection was good, NEEDING them because I had no control was not. 
     The bit that scared me the most, wasn’t that my control was diminished while wearing, but that this newly discovered IC thing was beginning to affect me whether I was padded or not. If it was something that only happened while diapered, it would be annoying, but ultimately I’d be no worse off, I’d just not wear for protection in public, just at home, where an IC issue wouldn’t matter, but the fact that I continued to pee in my regular pants via visual stimulation was a major concern. That could really affect my ability to live a normal life. 
     Maybe I needed a Shrink? I shuddered at the thought. Me? Telling a complete stranger my weirdest secrets? No fucking way!
     Although I suppose that I HAD just blurted out to Elsie yesterday that I’d wet my pants! I cringed at the memory. I’d been so worked up worrying if she knew about either my accident or seeing Ti, that I just ended up telling her myself anyway. 
     I would be absolutely terrible if the cops ever interrogated me. I’d admit to shooting JFK within the first thirty seconds of the interview. 
     Oh well. At least it was out in the open now, I guessed. 
     I found my daggiest, baggiest sweat pants, and my only brightly coloured ones. They were pink, super loose, fluffy, warm and comfy, (fleecy lined!) but never ever to be worn in public, until today. As cringey as they were, I knew that my big adult dipe wouldn’t be visible, so they were almost perfect. Perfect would’ve been a more leak friendly colour, (say black for example,) but I didn’t think that I’d be leaking anyway, as I wasn’t going to be gone for long. I finished my water bottle, took another one out which I opened, then immediately drank a third of, then loaded my laundry into the tub, which just fitted into the back of my hatchback. 
     Purse, keys, cigarettes, lighter, money, mask, phone. Check. I was ready to go. 
     It only took a couple of minutes before I was parking my car in the nearly empty car park of the little shopping complex. Nearly every store was closed due to either Covid or it being Sunday, although the laundromat and convenience/discount store were open. The Chinese restaurant had a sign stating they would be open for takeout or delivery only from late afternoon. I felt sorry for whoever owned the hairdressers and massage place, as they would be having at least two weeks of no income. These lockdowns hit small businesses the hardest. 
     There was only one person in the laundromat, a middle aged lady waiting for her washing to finish, and although we made a brief eye contact, I couldn’t see much of her behind her mask. She went back to looking at her phone, instantly dismissing me, which was good. I hate random awkward conversations with strangers. I dumped my wet laundry into the big industrial dryer, which would take forty five minutes to do it’s job, then I went outside for a smoke, and a check of my phone. 
     The autumn sun was weak but warm and pleasant as I sat on a bench near my car. I texted my sister and friends first, then waited until I’d finished smoking before calling my mum. We shared a somewhat glitchy FaceTime chat that went on far to long for my liking, while I assured her that I was perfectly fine, and quite capable of looking after myself during a two week lockdown. I was draining the last of my water bottle when Mum hit me with the question that I knew would be coming, and always dreaded. 
     “So how’s things going with your bladder Paige? Has that been playing up at all?”
     Bang. I wet myself a bit as soon as she said it. Not really a lot, but my bladder muscles loosened, and a reasonably large leak started, causing me to suddenly cross my legs tightly as the back of my nappy grew warm. 
     “Ummm, yeah mum, I mean no, I mean it’s going okay I guess, same as ever...”
     “So you’re still having accidents then?”
     She was instantly suspicious. I could see it in her eyes as much as I could hear the inflection in her voice, and I quickly switched my phone back to speak-only, putting it to my ear. I was so glad nobody had been walking past just then. 
     “Awww mummmmm! Jesus! Really? Do you have to go there?”
     “What? Go where? Really Paigey, aren’t I allowed to ask how my daughter is going?”
     I suppressed a sigh, and unclenched my jaw before answering. 
     “Yes mum. Of course you are. But I had you on speaker, remember? I just wish you wouldn’t mention stuff like that!”
     She sounded contrite, but wouldn’t be denied either. 
     “I’m sorry darling, but I worry about you. I keep telling you to go see a doctor again. You don’t want to end up wearing nappies, do you?”
     Again, another leak spurted out, and I felt exceptionally wet. Wetter than I’d ever felt whilst wearing a dipe, even when I free-peed all day yesterday, and I quickly stood up, and ran a hand over my bottom. Thankfully it still felt dry, although I felt so wet that I was positive that I must’ve leaked. Holding the phone to my ear still, I glanced down between my legs, but only saw the plain soft pink of my sweats, with no dark patches of shame. That’s when I remembered. I had my panties on! Of course I felt wet! My dirty wet knickers were being held nice and snug by the dipe. I breathed a sigh of relief. 
     “Paige? Are you there honey?”
     “Sorry mum. Yeah. Still here. You dropped out for a second, that’s all.”
     “Oh? I can hear you alright? Anyway, I was just saying that you really need to go get another check up....”
     I love my mum, but I’d heard enough by now, and after steering the conversation onto more mundane matters for another couple of minutes, I thankfully was able to end the call.
     Fuck. She wears me out sometimes. I lit another cigarette, and took stock of my situation. 
     There was nobody around, so I took a quick pull at my nappy through the outside of my sweatpants, and it really didn’t feel all that bad. It was hardly even swollen. But the wetness I felt was incredible. Also intoxicating. Very, very exciting. I felt a different sticky slipperiness coating my pussy lips at the thought of just how naughty I was. A poor little girl who had wet her knickers in public. So hot. It triggered memories of wetting myself as a kid while wearing a dress or skirt, but trying my hardest to just carry on as if nothing had happened, and hoping that no one discovered my naughty, dirty little secret. 
     I found myself breathing a bit hard, and forced myself to calm down, although I was as horny as what I’d ever been. Once I was under control again, I decided to go for a walk, enjoy my hidden wet secret, and re-focus again. I did the quick release of my holding muscles as a test, and nothing came out, and I didn’t have any real urgency to speak of. I’d simply wet my pants when my mother had bought it up. Again, this was worrying, but I also couldn’t deny the naughty excitement of it either. 
     I walked around to the back section of the little shopping centre that I hadn’t seen yet. There was a liquor store, (open) betting agency, (closed) barber shop, (closed) small takeaway shop, (open) and a Subway, which was open. That solved my lunch plans at least, and I’d get a foot long before I left. But first, I wanted to have a look in the convenience store, and I bought a big Mountain Dew from the takeout first, which I drank half of before I got there. I was back to guzzling the naughty drinks again, trying to build my fluid levels back up. 
     The discount store was like the Tardis from Doctor Who! A small store front, but it just kept going and going towards the back. Only three aisles wide, but very long. At first I couldn’t believe that a shop like this would be allowed to open, until I discovered that they sold bread, milk and a small range of groceries, which would’ve classed it as an Essential Supplier. Smart move by the owner. 
     Most of it was like a huge bargain store. They sold almost anything that you could imagine, and cheap as well, although the quality might be an issue. A lot of Chinese made rubbish, like toys and kitchen utensils. 
     I had nothing but time on my hands though, well at least twenty five minutes or so before my dryer would stop, so I started browsing. I noticed a lot of empty shelves where things like toilet paper, pasta, and tinned food would usually be kept, obviously snapped up by the panic buyers yesterday. 
     Honestly, why the fuck did anyone need 500 rolls of toilet paper for a Covid lockdown? It made me mad. Perhaps I could do a filler piece on that for the paper? I’d ask Max tomorrow. 
     I found myself in the baby care section, and braced myself for a leak, but nothing happened. I remembered earlier on when I’d braced myself as Id approached the toilet block, and nothing had happened then either. 
     Interesting. 
     Perhaps if I was ready and expecting something to happen, it helped to negate it? But then again in the van, I’d peed myself a bit while looking at my fresh dipe. Perhaps I felt more relaxed at that point, home alone in dirty panties, and not standing around outside the toilets in my leggings? I shrugged. I just didn’t know for sure what was happening anymore. 
     I started looking at the packets of nappies while I concentrated on how wet I was feeling. Not only wet, but warm as well. The big pull up trapped the warmth as well as the wetness, and it felt like my granny knickers were wet all the way up to my tummy, apparently having wicked all the wetness upwards as well. Fuck it felt good! 
     I added some NappiSan to my trolley. I’d use it to soak my panties in later. I remember mum always used it whenever I’d had an accident, and it worked really well. I didn’t need anything else from there, at least not yet, so I kept browsing. Further down the aisle was a selection of socks and underwear hanging on a peg board, and I immediately spied some women’s maternity panties! Hi cut granny style like I was wearing, but with a much thicker crotch pad. I instantly added a three pack containing white, pink, and sky blue. If wearing panties under my diaper felt this good, then I’d need some cheaper ones to continue to play with. 
     Turning the corner, I encountered incontinence products unexpectedly, and before I knew what happened, I’d squirted a bit in my nappy again. I closed my eyes, focused myself, then looked again, and nothing happened. 
     Interesting. It appeared that if I was ready for the visual stimulation, then I may be able to control myself. They had packets of waterproof bed pads, and my interest was piqued immediately, so I added them as well. I really would’ve like some plastic pants too, although of course there were no adult sizes. I’d learned from here that those were mainly available online from specialised ABDL sites, and I knew that I’d be ordering some soon. 
     Perhaps some adult sized training pants as well....
     Dear Lord. This was an expensive fetish to have I began to realise. 
     I didn’t want to go to the checkout with just panties, NappiSan and bed pads, so I added some other less interesting items as well, including one of those adult colouring books and coloured pencils that I’d seen yesterday. Why not? I was going to have a lot of spare time to kill. 
     I’ll give credit to Covid while I could. Under normal circumstances I’d never be able to comfortably buy stuff like this, but like yesterday in the mall, my mask gave me the anonymity that I needed. It even hid my blushing cheeks. 
     Once outside, I opened my Dew again, and had it finished by the time I’d loaded my bags into the car. 
     I needed to pee. 
     It had been building up during my walk around the store, and I think it was being accelerated by the feeling of saturated cotton clinging to my entire mid section. It was the weirdest sensation, like my bottom, tummy, and princess parts were immersed in a warm sticky liquid, while the rest of me remained dry. I didn’t think that I’d have a great lot inside me though, as my fluid intake wouldn’t have quite reached my bladder yet, and I’d already let more than a little bit out, but the warm wetness was bringing on the familiar need a lot quicker than normal. I found myself starting to press my knees together a bit. 
     CONCENTRATE PAIGE. FOCUS. 
     Common sense dictated that I was overthinking things again. I couldn’t possibly be getting full yet, and it was my dirty wet panties making me want to go. I mean yes, I COULD feel it, but my mind was overreacting to the physical stimulus no doubt. I closed my mind and concentrated, and sure enough, the quickening urgency faded away as quickly as it had arrived. When I forced myself to stop thinking about wetting, like I had while looking at the bed pads, I had been able to regain full control. 
     I was elated! This proved that it was more a mental rather than a physical problem. Because of the diapers, I had been having so much fun with my experiments that I’d allowed myself to get lazy. I’d been reverse potty training myself! All I’d need to do in the future, was to pay attention to my body, stop thinking about diapers and/or wetting myself, and I’d return to normal as quickly as I’d regressed. Easy as. 
     I went and retrieved my washing from the dryer with no desperation whatsoever, even when I’d bent over. With that safely in the car, I assessed myself yet again, and found no problems. I was ready for lunch! 
     I drove the 200 meters to the other side of the parking lot, taking a spot near the liquor store. I was thinking of getting myself some girly vodka drinks for a treat. I hadn’t had one since wetting my pants as a teenager, but today that wouldn’t be a problem if I did. I’d soon be safely back home where I could piss myself until my heart’s content. I did do another quick assessment before getting out of the car, and although I could definitely feel a need to go building up quickly, it wasn’t too bad yet. When I wiggled my bottom on the seat, the wet cotton pressed and slid against me, and the thought of the dirty stain in the back of my panties growing was a real turn on. Yes, I know it’s a yucky kind of thought, but the naughtiness of being wet and soiled in public with nobody being aware of it was incredibly stimulating. 
     I concentrated on my control as I entered the liquor store, and could tell it was okay just then, but could it keep up with my rapidly filling bladder? Only time would tell. I needed to keep it going for another ten minutes or so, long enough to buy my drinks and get a Subway. I was already working on a back up plan, just in case. I’d be out of here within a few minutes, and if necessary, I’d do a deliberate pee when I got outside, just enough to relieve the pressure in a controlled manner so I could get my lunch without risking an out of control accident. I knew enough to understand that this wouldn’t be a good time to encounter any unexpected stimulation. I was actually very tempted to do it inside the store to be honest, but the risk of springing a leak was too great now. With my panties being soaked as they were, I couldn’t accurately gauge how full my pull up was without putting my hands down my pants and checking it. I couldn’t help but grin safely behind my mask, as the thought of doing just that in the middle of the store made my pee hole twitch with a combination of desperation and desire. 
     Now let’s see, where were the vodka drinks? Found them. Man! There were a lot to choose from! Small glass stubbies, cans, four and six packs. Specials on twelve packs, and so many flavours. There they were, the passion fruit flavoured ones that I used to like. Down on the bottom shelf. I’d get a six pack of those. 
     I opened the fridge door, and a blast of cold air washed over me, and I felt my bladder give a twitch. When I bent over to get them, I felt something bad. The burning sensation in my urethra that always signifies an imminent OAB attack. 
     Shit. Not now please. 
     If that happened, I’d lose all control for a few seconds, and might even empty my entire bladder into my pants with zero control whatsoever. I had to get out of there. Fast. 
     I stood up quickly, and pressed my knees together as I felt a small squirt escape. I could easily cope with that, but it was just a harbinger of more to come. I could feel the burning sensation getting worse as I walked, and I swear to God, I could feel my bladder starting to swell like an inflating balloon, along with a feeling of impending doom. 
     Of course there was a line up at the checkout. 
     I tried to stand still and not fidget. My toes kept scrunching up, and I could feel a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on my forehead, as a tiny trickle leaked out, causing me to oh-so-casually cross my legs. I could literally feel the OAB attack surging through my entire body, demanding that I just stop the useless facade of trying to stop it. Even my tummy and lower back were suddenly starting to ache from the pressure. I was about to simply put my drinks down and walk out, perhaps feigning a sudden important phone call, but then it was my turn to be served. 
     “Good afternoon. That’ll be $18.95 please,” the young (cute) guy at the checkout said, and I realised that I didn’t even have my debit card out yet, which further delayed things. With knees tightly clamped together, I fumbled it out of my wallet, and tapped the screen irritably, praying to God that I could hold on for just another minute at least. 
     “Thanks,” I mumbled, refusing the receipt as I grabbed my drinks and almost waddled my way out of the store, my mask hiding my burning cheeks. 
     My entire vaginal area was burning, pulsing, aching and perhaps even sweating, (although that was probably just my piss soaked knickers) as I popped the hatch, leaned forward to put the drinks in.....and lost control. 
     My pee didn’t just start running out, it squirted ferociously like a fire hose, and I was completely powerless to stop it. It poured out with such an uncontrollable force that I actually groaned aloud. My diaper was instantly overwhelmed, and I felt hot streams pouring down my legs and soaking my socks and shoes. I was helpless to stop it, and I looked down in dismay as my pink sweats formed dark streaks all the way to my ankles, and a swiftly growing puddle formed between my feet. It seemed to go on forever, and after a solid fifteen seconds of peeing, I began shuddering with relief. I’d like to say for sure that nobody saw it happen, but I don’t really know. I don’t think there was anyone around me at the time, but I didn’t dare look. I slammed the hatch, got into the car, and drove off as fast as I could, leaving nothing more than a puddle on the ground behind me.....
     
     
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    Barry got a reaction from LilMiss in Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi-Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies.   
    Chapter 18
     
     I heaved a sigh of relief when I stepped inside the living room annex again. The lingering pee smell had disappeared, although the slightest trace of the other was still there, but I could now focus on things like that, and I did, by lighting some incense, before boiling the kettle again for another cup of tea. Truth be told I could’ve gone a coffee, as my my tastebuds had enjoyed it so much yesterday, but I wasn’t going to pump the caffeine as much as I’d done then, although I might allow myself a cappuccino after my run perhaps. First things first though, I wanted a tea and a cigarette before doing anything else, and I wanted to relax and enjoy them both more than I had done on my first attempts. There was a couple of fold-out chairs in the annex, so I set one up outside where I settled in to enjoy both of my illicit pleasures while checking my phone messages. 
     One from mum, (plus a missed call) wanting to check on me regarding how I was ever going to cope all by myself during this latest lockdown. I couldn’t bring myself to talk to her while smoking and drinking tea, so I texted back, promising that I’d call her later. 
     Others from my sister and a couple of friends. (It looked like Chris Hemsworth still didn’t have my number. 🤣) At least I could text back instead of talk, so I did. 
     The important one from Max. Big Zoom call first thing Monday morning. Don’t miss it. I didn’t care. I’d rather Zoom than meet anyone in person anyway! 
     Dear God. I must be the most pathetic journalist alive. Lol. Hopefully one day I’ll publish my book. Note to self. Nuclear Reactors. Must make notes. 
     I was crushing my cigarette out on the bin, when the washing machine dinged, alerting me that the load was done. I’d take it to the laundromat later, but it was time to officially get my day started, so I went inside to get ready. 
     At least my panties felt dry again, although I knew they wouldn’t stay that way for long, as I was about to embark on my first experiment of the day. 
     I was going to run with absolutely no protection whatsoever, not even a pee-pad. 
     My leggings and T-shirt would do for my run, and I opened a can of Monster for an extra energy boost while I put clean socks on, white again, but cotton ankle length ones with a pink heel and toe, and pink love hearts, then laced up my shoes. I slipped a ten dollar note and my face mask into the hip pocket before I left. Today was the first day of compulsory masks again, and I should’ve put one on before going to the showers, but I’d been so busy dealing with other things that I’d forgotten. Elsie hadn’t been wearing one either, and I suppose that it was sort of easy to consider the entire park as your home and not the public place that it in fact was. I wouldn’t need to wear it whilst jogging, but I would if I wanted to stop for coffee afterwards. I just hoped that the cafe would be open for takeaways, especially on a Sunday. I found myself automatically reaching for my cigarettes as well, and scolded myself. I couldn’t easily carry them, and besides, when was the last time that you saw a jogger smoking? Lol. I did a few minutes of stretches in the living room while I guzzled my Monster drink, then put my mask on as I walked to the gate. 
     When I approached the toilets, I put myself on high alert, concentrating on my body, looking for any warning signs or triggers that would accompany the leak I was expecting, but I didn’t feel anything, nor did I leak, and my panties were still dry (although stained I guess) when I exited the park, pulled my mask down and started jogging, following the same path that I’d taken yesterday. I chose to go that way instead of exploring anything new, because it would take me through the semi-industrial area that would have hardly any traffic on a Sunday morning during lockdown. I knew my pants would get a bit wet, and that was the safest, least conspicuous way to go. 
     I knew I was being overly bold by not wearing a pad, but even if I did wear one, my pants would get a bit wet anyway, and I was always worried that a pad outline was more visible in tight leggings than what it was in shorts. As it was, I thought my high cut granny panties would probably be showing a VPL as it was. Besides, my shiny black leggings didn’t show wetness very well, and although my sleeveless T wasn’t the warmest thing on that autumn morning, it did hang down low enough to almost cover my private area. I was fairly positive that a leak or two wouldn’t be overly visible, although I certainly wouldn’t want to completely soak myself again. 
     The streets were quiet, especially in that area which had no open stores, and the only people I saw were either jogging, or walking their dogs. Because of Covid, nobody approached anyone else, and strict social distancing was adhered to, which suited me just perfectly fine, thank you very much. 
     At the halfway point, I had to wait to cross the road, and I used the brief pause to quickly touch my crotch during a break in the traffic, and although it was a bit sweaty, I was still dry. I raised my right foot up behind me, grabbing it with my hand and stretching upwards, giving my glutes a stretch, and I felt a little pee leak out. This was no biggie. It was no more than what usually happened, and although I wasn’t wearing a pad, the wetness was safely absorbed by my granny panties and confined to a small area in front of my pee hole. The lights changed, and I continued to jog. 
     It was really quite uneventful actually. I leaked another little bit soon after as I jogged up a short flight of steps, but again, not much. So far I was happy. My leakages were just at normal level, and although I’d had two cups of tea and an energy drink, I didn’t feel any extra urgency coming on. Even the public toilets that I passed had no ill effects on me. 
     By the time I’d reached the cafe, my leggings had an invisible wet patch between the legs (I’d checked) but nowhere else, and I was extremely pleased with that. It was probably even less than what I’d normally expect, and I imagine that if I had put a pad in, it would’ve handled it with ease. After all, my panties almost had. 
     The cafe was open for takeout! Hooray! I took a moment to put my mask on, and do a quick mental check of my bladder status. The tea and energy drink had been working its way through my body, but I’d only rate my urgency level at 4.5-5/10. A very basic one. Not even desperate. I could feel the urge to finish my morning poop hanging around back there somewhere, but again, no urgency. I wouldn’t be putting any pressure on my bladder or bowels though, just in case! I decided that the slight feelings of need, (combined with the fact that I’d be carrying a hot coffee of course) meant that a casual walk back home would be a much safer option for me. I went in and bought a cappuccino to go, then took my time walking back. 
     I approached the toilet block with half of my coffee still left. The sight of it made my pee hole twitch in that familiar way, although nothing leaked out. I could feel my morning poop building up though, so it made sense to take care of that while I was there. 
     Next experiment: Could I hang around outside the toilets and finish my coffee without wetting myself? 
     Answer: Yes. In fact I didn’t even need to potty dance. Being in such close proximity did have a slightly adverse affect though. Or perhaps it was simply my fluid intake again. But by the time I’d finished my coffee, I’d have rated myself a solid seven on the desperation scale, which was enough to put myself into the danger zone under normal circumstances, let alone these strange IC accidents. 
     Anyway, sorry if this is boring, but I made it safely. 
     While I sat there taking care of business on both fronts, I examined my panties. My crotch was wet, but not soaked, the wetness covered the dried egg shaped spot from before, and the dirty mark of shame at the back had grown a bit from the sweat, but it really wasn’t too bad. I’d probably have to soak them in some bleach or something to keep them from permanently staining, but I’d finished runs with wetter pants than this before while wearing a pad, so I was happy enough with the situation. They did feel cold and uncomfortable when I pulled them back up though. I guessed that I’d be changing them for a fresh dipe shortly anyway. 
     I felt a lot better now I was empty on both sides, and the rest of Sunday stretched out before me with many fun opportunities. I’d go to the laundromat at some point, and might even shout myself something unhealthy for lunch. The afternoon looked like a good time to diaper up, settle in for some writing, and free-pee the day away, then another poop and shower that evening. I wouldn’t ever skip that second poop again. 
     First things first though. I should take my wet knickers off. I kicked my shoes off at the door, and padded my way inside the van, but then I paused when I saw my hairdryer sitting on the table from where I’d left it after my earlier shower, and a naughty idea swept over me. I slid my slightly wet leggings off, then pulled my panties down past my knees before sitting my bare butt on the bench seat. I plugged the dryer in, and began blow drying my stretched out knickers while I sat there. They dried with a yellow stain to match the brown one, but were dry within minutes, and felt so warm and cozy when I pulled them up, a lot like a used dipe, but perfectly dry instead. Nice! 
     It’s hard to explain I guess, but the sight of my dirty panties with the visible stains made me feel so naughty, and you guys know by now how much I like that feeling. Screw it. They would need a good soak or scrub anyway, so I might as well leave them on for the time being. 
     It was time to start building up my fluid levels again, so I opted for a water for the purposes of rehydration, then a Coke for the purposes of irritating my bladder a bit. I have to admit, I was sorely tempted to have a beer or wine, but it wasn’t even eleven o’clock yet, so I didn’t. 
     I spent a little time in just my socks and dirty pants doing some cleaning, washing up, then giving the bench seat, sink and floor a good going over with disinfectant, then wiping the tub out properly as well. By the time I’d finished, there wasn’t a single nasty odour left, but that was probably more due to the incense anyway I suppose. By eleven thirty I was getting hungry, so I figured this would be as good a time as any to tackle the washing and get something to eat. 
     Now. What to wear? Of course I’d be wearing a diaper, but what sort, and what clothes? I would’ve been happy to put my wet leggings back on, but not over any sort of diaper, not even a Goodnite. It would be completely visible to everyone. I knew I’d be gone for more than an hour, and if I continued drinking like I’d planned, it would have to be a Molicare, as the kids ones just wouldn’t cope. I took one out and tested my control again by studying it, squishing and sniffing it, and right on cue, my panties suddenly grew a wet spot on them again,  just like yesterday, with no prior warning at all. I leaked enough to leave some drops on the floor (That I’d just bloody cleaned) but I used my discarded leggings to mop it up. Goddamn it. I’d only kept my pants dry for half an hour maximum, with no real urgency at all, just the stimulation of the diaper. 
     Now I was getting officially concerned. There was absolutely no doubt that I’d need to see my doctor about this, although I knew that trying to get an appointment during a Covid lockdown was difficult, plus the doctor I’d been seeing was on the other side of town, near where I’d been living at Kylie’s. I shuddered at the thought of trying to explain the incontinence to her as well. I mean obviously I wouldn’t say anything about the diapers or what triggered it, as I was simply too shy. But if I didn’t tell her the full story, could she help me to address it? Maybe. If it was physical and not mental, but I had enough evidence to prove to myself that it was at least a combination of both, and there was no way in hell that I could ever bring myself to admit that to a doctor who was nothing more than a complete stranger to me. 
     No freaking way. I’d rather just wear diapers. 
     Wait. What? Did I just say that? Would I really rather just resort to being padded than to seek help from a professional? 
     I really didn’t know. What I did know however, was that I was getting a bit frustrated with this. I know it’s contradictory, but that’s exactly how I felt. 
     Fact: I had tried diapers as an experiment to help me cope with leaks. 
     Fact: It turned out that I actually really liked them. A lot. Enough to firmly classify myself as a Diaper Lover. 
     Fact: I enjoyed them so much that I was prepared to wear them not only for protection, but for convenience and fun as well. 
     Fact: The mere sight, smell, or touch of them, as well as toilets and discussions, was enough to make me wet myself sometimes. 
     Fact: Although I liked them, and enjoyed wearing them, I definitely didn’t want to be put in the position of actually NEEDING them to continue functioning in my normal everyday life. 
     I sighed. This was so freaking complicated all of a sudden. I mean how could I use diapers to control my Stress Incontinence, if the very act of wearing them was going to cause ACTUAL incontinence? 
     If I didn’t wear them, I was going to continue to go through life wearing pads and trying to hide wet spots, but if I DID wear them, I’d be hiding them instead, and wetting myself a lot more often. 
     It was more than I could cope with just then, and I was feeling a bit angry, a bit frustrated, and exceptionally naughty, but I had an idea. 
     “Fuck it,” I said out loud, slamming my water bottle down hard enough to spill it. If I was going to be wetting myself regardless of what I wore, why not just wear both? 
     My mind was made up. I was going to be a VERY naughty girl. 
     I got up, and slipped my socked feet into the big nappy, and pulled it up. 
     OVER my already wet and stained panties.....
     
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    Barry got a reaction from LilMiss in Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi-Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies.   
    Kinda sorta I guess. In the kids universe, it’s early autumn. For Paige, mid to late. 
    Here’s an example: We are two weeks of the first day of winter here in Perth. On Friday, I went for a swim in the ocean. The water was a bit cold, but a nice day of 25C. 
    Since then, it’s rained constantly since 3pm Saturday, and hasn’t hit 16 degrees. 🤷‍♂️
    Where D and A are, it’s usually about 3-5 degrees warmer this time of year anyway, so the should have cooler nights, but perhaps 25-30C during the day. 
    Paige is subject to what I’m living in atm. 
    Hope that helps! 😋
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    Barry got a reaction from waguy762 in Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi-Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies.   
    Chapter 16
     
    I’m not sure what time it was, nor exactly what I was dreaming, although I vaguely remember that I was looking for somewhere to pee, before finding a toilet or something. I hurriedly pulled my pants down just as it started to come out, and I sighed with relief as my bottom started getting wet. 
     Wait. What? 
     I jolted awake, instantly aware that I was wetting myself. 
     I couldn’t do anything to stop it, so I lay on my back and spread my legs slightly, apparently automatically and unconsciously recalling from my childhood the best and safest way to deal with a bed wetting accident. From memory, it was a big pee, at least it seemed that way. But I guess any sort of pee that happens while laying in bed could seem that way. I remember cupping my diaper with my hand to keep the leg guards in place, raising my hips and butt up, and the sensation of warmth travelling further up and around my bottom than what had happened before. It felt nice, but also scary, as it wasn’t something I was used to waking up doing. The incident had a two pronged effect on me as well. At first, it had jolted me rudely awake, but it had felt so nice at the same time. Then, once it was eventually over, and I’d run my hands all over the sheets and found them to still be bone dry, the feeling of wet, warm security soothed me like a swaddled baby, and I snuggled back down and fell asleep again, still holding my crotch. 
     I became fully awake just before eight o’clock, stretching my legs out in the bed, which squished the diaper firmly against my butt, giving me an instant reminder of what had happened during the night. It was still warm, and felt delightful, but that was tempered with an immediate concern as well. 
     Before I addressed that, I relaxed, and took stock on how I felt, and what had happened. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel at all hungover, probably due to the large amount of water I’d drank between alcoholic drinks last night. Admittedly, I was a bit fuzzy headed, but no head or gut ache, although I could tell I’d need a crap at some point, just not yet. My body wasn’t used to caffeine or soda, so no doubt it had churned things up a bit in there, especially mixed with the frozen pepperoni pizza I’d had for dinner. Also, I could remember everything. I hadn’t really gotten like super drunk or anything, but with me not being a regular drinker, I wouldn’t have been surprised if some memories were a bit hazy. I smiled to myself as I reminisced about my evening. The free-peeing, wearing and wetting my nappy while talking to my neighbours, sitting in my car to pee, leaking and getting my pyjamas wet, all good memories. 
     But now in the light of day, the concern over my accidental leaks intensified. I suppose that it hadn’t seemed like such a big deal yesterday. Back then, I’d been in a bit of a manic wetting frenzy in a way. My excitement about buying and wearing diapers, and the experiments that I’d planned, had allowed me to push any concerns about those little leaks firmly to one side. Probably because after wetting my pants in the toilets, and having to pee in a towel had made the diapers look like such a fun and exciting solution, and in fact they were. But they were only covering up the fact that I’d accidentally wet myself on multiple occasions. It just hadn’t seemed like such a big deal because, you know, I’d been diapered! But now, although I’d woken up wet, I knew that this was only some personal playtime, and eventually I would be back to wearing normal pants again. The diaper idea had come about purely as an extra bit of protection that I could wear to work, or out socialising, certainly not a thing that I’d ever considered wearing permanently 24/7. Not seriously considered anyway...
     So today, I would be a little bit more cautious. Yes, I’d continue to drink, wear and wet, but I’d try a lot harder to pay attention to my holding, and if or when I had an unplanned accident, I’d tackle it like I did when I had a plot idea for my novel. I’d analyse it. Make notes. Look at all that had occurred during the lead up to it. 
     I already knew that I was a victim of visual or mental stimulus. Something about the sight of a toilet, diaper, or other persons accident, (Thanks Tiarni) were somehow triggering these bouts of uncontrollable incontinence. 
     Incontinence. That was the first time that I’d actually used the word properly without the “Stress” adjective in front of it. Just the thought of it made me uneasy. What if it really was true, and not just a figment of my imagination? I would experiment, analyse, and work it out scientifically. 
     The next order of business was to check my bedding. It felt dry to the touch of my hand, but maybe it wasn’t. I needed to look. 
     So I threw the doona back with a theatrical flourish, rolled to the edge, sat up, and looked down. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that my sky-blue sheets were undamaged, with not even the slightest stain on them. That was a big relief. 
     Man! These adult diapers really did work well! I was soaked! 
    That was no slight exaggeration either, I really was soaked. I remembered waking up while wetting myself, and how it had been a lot, but still, my nappy was so heavy and swollen that I could easily believe that I’d wet again in my sleep without waking up. That actually didn’t bother me as much as you might think, because on the occasions that I did drink too much and ended up wetting the bed, I never woke up while doing it anyway. Last night had been the first time since my childhood that I remembered doing that. I grinned. I thought it was kind of funny how I’d automatically assumed the “Safe Position” while doing so, obviously an ingrained memory of sorts. 
     I stood up and looked at my reflection. My diaper was almost hanging off me, and was severely discoloured between the legs. A quick check of the back showed it was even worse around there. The padding runs all the way to the elastic waistband, and covered ninety percent of my bottom, only stopping at the sheer elastic side panels. The padding was visibly yellowed, and it hung down as if it had a tennis ball inside of it. Yep. I was now pretty sure that I’d wet in my sleep again after the first one. 
     Ugh. I needed to go again too. And poop. I could feel that building up as well. Skipping my regular evening bowel movement was catching up with me. Or perhaps it was the pizza and coffee? I didn’t know nor care. What I DID know, was that after I’d finished my morning pee, I was going to go straight to the bathroom for a crap, then take a much needed shower. I’d have to open the windows in here today, as I could definitely detect a lingering pee odour building up. It was probably just my night nappy, but it was noticeable. 
     Okay. So what to do about it? 
     I’d already given up on any thoughts about actually making it to the bathroom in time. I knew already that that wouldn’t be possible, at least based on yesterday’s example. Right at that moment, I needed to go even more intensely than I had the previous morning. This led me to the only possible solution, I’d have to pee in the van before going for a poop and shower. 
     I gave my sodden nappy a squeeze. Nope. There was no way in hell that it could cope with anymore punishment. That only left two options, pee in the sink, or change my diaper just so I could pee in it. Yeah. That was obviously the more fun way to go, although I’d did seem to be a little bit wasteful. The big diapers weren’t cheap, and the two packs that I’d bought contained a total of twenty eight nappies, and I’d used four already since yesterday afternoon. Now I’m certainly not a cheapskate, but I didn’t want to waste one. It would be different if I was planning on changing, wetting myself, and staying nicely diped up, (hehe. I love that term. Got it from here) but I really needed to poop and shower, so just wetting one and taking it off before I showered was a big waste of a perfectly good dipe (hehe) for me. I was starting to potty dance a bit, and had just about resigned myself to using the sink, when the idea for another experiment flashed across my mind. 
     I still hadn’t tried a big wetting while standing up in the kiddie diapers. My big Goodnite wetting had ended badly while sitting down, but I remembered how when I’d stood up, it had actually worked rather well, for a few seconds at least. The same with my coughing squirts. Big leaks, handled it ok. So I could always attempt a big, but controlled if possible wetting while standing up! Yeah. I knew they would leak. That was a no-brainer. But the question was, at what point or capacity would it happen? 
     Also, being as increasingly desperate as I was, would the sight or act of changing into a fresh dipe trigger my newly acquired “Incontinence,” if that was even the right word? I intended to find out! 
     I’d gone to bed wearing my socks last night, although I could see that they were now very dirty, as I crossed my feet at the ankles and bobbed up and down while opening my wardrobe to get to my supplies. I was yet to wear an Owl pull up, so this seemed like the ideal time. Bracing myself for a burst of IC at the sight or touch of them, I kept my legs pressed tightly together and one foot on top of the other as I ripped the package open and took one out. The sight and feel of it in my hands did make my pee hole give an involuntary quiver, but nothing leaked out. That was a promising sign at least, especially considering how badly I needed to go. I deliberately pushed my luck a little bit, unfolding the little nappy, admiring the colourful cartoon owl design, then squeezing and even sniffing it. 
     Success! I didn’t wet myself that time! 
     The tub was still in the living room, so I’d get changed in that, because if I didn’t have an accident while changing, my little nappy was guaranteed to leak before I’d finished wetting it anyway. That was the only real downside to my plan, because I’d have to empty and clean the tub out afterwards. 
     Unless......I went outside to wet? That would definitely save me some unpleasant cleaning, if I could manage to hold on long enough to get there? My mind was racing, trying to formulate a plan as quickly as possible to minimise any extra cleaning. THINK PAIGE THINK! 
     Okay. Facts. If I did make it, I’d definitely leak. 
     My legs and socks would get wet.         I didn’t care about either. I couldn’t risk wasting further time trying to get my socks off first, and besides, they were filthy anyway, so walking outside in them didn’t bother me. 
     Problem: I’d be dripping pee everywhere. 
     Solution: Take a towel with me. I could take my socks off outside and dry my legs before coming back inside. 
     Problem: Going outside to pee contained some risk factors. I was probably overthinking it, but I didn’t just want to stand outside in semi-public for no apparent reason. What if someone should walk past and see me just standing there? I knew from yesterday’s experience that a “lot” of people headed to the ablution blocks first thing, for obvious reasons. If Elsie and her granddaughter walked past and saw me, they would no doubt stop for a chat. I just felt like if I was to be spotted outside, I should actually be doing something, and not just standing there. 
     Solution: It wasn’t perfect, but I could go outside for a smoke and check my phone. That would make sense to anyone who should happen to see me. 
     Ugh. A wave of desperation washed over me, making me bend forward and press my hands into my wet nappy. I needed to hurry. 
     I waddled to the door, and carefully stepped down into the annex, retrieved a pee-towel from the washing machine, (Eeewwww. It smelled!) dropping it beside the tub before climbing in. I steeled myself, telling myself that I simply was not allowed to have an accident until I got safely outside. Even though I was desperate, I was determined to experiment a bit. I had to know if or how badly the sight of diapers could trigger this IC thing. 
     I made myself stand in the tub for a few seconds with my legs slightly spread, while I carefully examined the little pull up again, while mushing the front of my already wet adult diaper firmly against my sex. My desperation levels kicked up a notch, but not enough to trigger any leaks. This was a positive start. If I could maintain control with a full bladder and this much visual and physical stimulation, then I must still have at least most of my regular control intact. So perhaps the leaks were simply a result of too much caffeine and alcohol combined with the stimulation? It was something to work with at least. 
     Okay. Enough was enough. I was starting to feel very uncomfortable. After yesterday, I wouldn’t have bet ten cents that I’d be able to hold on this long. It was a sense of accomplishment that I felt! But if I didn’t hurry, I’d wet myself, and this perfect opportunity to experiment would be lost. I knew that it would be hard to reach this level of desperation again during the day if I was wearing a dipe, regardless of how much water I drank, and I didn’t plan on hitting the alcohol as hard today. Well, perhaps not too hard anyway. 
     The tub was next to the coffee table, and I put my fresh pull-up down while I ripped the sides open on the big dipe, to minimise any extra bending over to pull it down like panties. I slid it forward and out, rubbing the soaked padding over my slit as I removed it from between my legs. The still warm lining was soft and squishy, and the cooler morning air almost tickled my girl bits when they were finally exposed. I was studying the soiled nappy when another wave hit me, making me hunch forward again, and my toes curled inside the tub. I was convinced for a second that I was about to lose all control and pee everywhere, but somehow I didn’t. I even managed to step into my little owl dipe and pull it all the way up, firmly and snugly without a single drop leaking out. 
     Time was running out though. I could feel everything starting to shift forward in my bladder. I stepped out, waddled to the kitchen to turn the kettle on, returning to the lounge to put my dressing gown on, pick up my smokes, and my phone which had been charging beside the tv, then I opened the door and peeked out. 
     I couldn’t see anyone walking around, and although the ground looked a bit damp, I didn’t hesitate stepping out. My socks were already filthy anyway, and were about to get peed on, so I didn’t bother with my crocs or flip flops. I stepped out onto the tiny dirt parking spot, made sure my gown was tightly belted, and almost hobbled to the back of my car, giving myself as much privacy as I could. 
     Now this was supposed to be an experiment. I had to try to let go, but still maintain enough control to stop again if possible. I wanted a gauge on how well these little nappies would cope with a heavier wetting whilst standing up. I knew I’d probably lose complete control when I did let go, but I was hoping to do a few heavy squirts first to see how much they could deal with before leaking. As soon as it leaked I could just give up and flood myself. 
     Another visual check. Nobody around. Good. I lit a cigarette with my shaking hands, and it tasted disgusting. Back when I used to smoke, I’d always have a cup of tea or glass of juice first. I didn’t care. 
     I opened my phone. There were messages galore. Shit. I’d have to call Max later apparently. There were others as well, but just then wasn’t the time to worry about them. 
     Uh-Oh. I could feel it coming. I’d officially passed the point of no return and was about to wet myself, so I slid my left hand into my gown to make sure that my pull-up was tight and snug. It was. No all I had to do was to at least try and maintain some control if possible before my little diaper eventually failed. 
     Whoosh! A bit jet of pee exploded out of me, and I gritted my teeth and sucked in a hissing breath. After the initial explosion, a steady stream had started, and I used every bit of muscle strength that I had to clamp down and stop it. I didn’t think that it would be possible for me to do that, but I did. I was hunched forward behind my car, knees together, one ankle crossing the other, bladder muscles screaming for relief, but I somehow managed to stop. I’m guessing that after the initial spurt, I probably peed fairly hard for between 3-4 seconds. Now that probably doesn’t sound like much, but I challenge you to pee your pants for four seconds and see how wet you get! Hint: It’s a lot. 
     Amazing! The little dipe contained it! My theory was correct. They weren’t that fantastic sitting down, (especially with crossed legs!) but worked quite well while standing up. I’d have to do more seated experimentation later though, try different positions and stuff. 
     Ohhh. “Here comes the second wave” I thought, as my agonised bladder started to completely fail me. I knew that this would probably be the death knell for my padding, but I’d at least try to stop the flow again. 
     Whoosh! Another big explosion. This was followed immediately by a hot trickle on my left leg, indicating a big leak. I honestly tried my absolute hardest to stop wetting, but I simply couldn’t. My holding muscles were just too tired. 
     I knew that I’d be paying a price for this later....
     I had my back to the lane, so I pulled my gown open and looked down, sighing with relief as I just gave up even trying to hold on. The poor little diaper had no hope, and hot pee was pouring out the leg guards, the sides, and even through the padding, then absolutely pouring down my legs and over my socks. I was in absolute awe with how good it felt to just stop holding and fidgeting and simply let it happen naturally. My shoulders slumped as my entire body relaxed, and the muddy puddle between my feet grew, completely and utterly drenching my grubby white socks. I peed for quite a few seconds, maybe ten or fifteen, and my flow began to taper off all by itself. 
     I heard the sound of people talking just then, indicating that they were approaching but still out of sight. I muttered a soft curse under my breath, dropped my cigarette into the puddle, and quickly squatted down out of sight behind my hatchback. My gown was still open and hung low enough to place the hem in the puddle, but I couldn’t help that. Now I was squatting down, it made the still undelivered pee in my bladder start surging again, and although I was able to slow it down, I couldn’t stop it all together, and a soft trickle started falling into the puddle again. 
     Nope. My holding muscles were definitely worn out by then, and as soon as the voices passed safely by without incident, I stopped trying to hold, even pushing a bit to get every last drop out while I could. When it felt like I was almost done, I pushed again, my calf muscles beginning to ache a bit from my squat, and I was rewarded with another sudden surge of warmth inside my nappy. 
     But, this time the new sticky warmth had exploded from the back instead. 
     In absolute horror, I realised that I had just shit my pants.....
     
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    Barry got a reaction from YuriChaosLord in Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi-Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies.   
    Chapter 13. 
     
     As soon as I started walking, my increasingly growing urge to pee began to subside. 
     This was weird shit. I mean I knew that I’d been completely torturing my bladder that day, but it was behaving in a really freaky way. Sudden urges to go, but then waning away. Unexplained leaks. Being somehow mentally encouraged to go via visual stimulation on occasions. 
     Perhaps the ridiculous amount of caffeine I’d consumed was to blame? Perhaps the beer? I was inclined to lean towards the caffeine, as my body was more used to processing alcohol than it was to coffee and energy drinks. Whatever it was, it had combined with the after effects of my latest OAB attack in a way that was completely compromising my bladder and the signals it was supposed to be transmitting to my brain. 
     It was scary and frustrating, but also a highly intoxicating realisation as well. At that particular moment, I couldn’t safely rely on my bladder at all!
     I really needed to get home, fast. 
     The cooling breeze didn’t exactly help matters, but it didn’t really hurt things either. If there was such a thing as a pee desperation scale from 1-10, I was probably back to around a solid 4.5-5. I wasn’t in a particular hurry to get home for any other reason but to relieve myself, so I paused, considering my options. I did the old relax-my-holding-muscles-and-count-the-seconds-before-I-leak routine, and had to suddenly clamp down after a count of four. 
     No. As much as I was enjoying myself being wet and diapered in public, I really couldn’t risk wetting myself again just yet. My little pull up was feeling very hot and heavy between my legs. I’d been considering having a look in the convenience/variety store, but that would have to wait. I’d visit it tomorrow when I planned to use the laundromat. 
    Even though I’d just finished one, I lit another cigarette, and kept heading home. Trying to enjoy what would be my last outdoor trip without actually HAVING to wear a mask for a couple of weeks, although I did prefer to wear one if I was doing diaper stuff. 
     Shit. Diaper stuff? I’d only just bought them. Was I thinking of it like that already? Like a hobby? It was as if I was already getting comfortable with the idea. 
     Ten minutes later, and I was back inside the park. I made the turn at the office, headed down my “street,” saw the toilets, and had to squeeze my legs together because again, I suddenly needed to pee super bad. Whatever was affecting my subconscious was definitely being triggered by any sight or thought of peeing, I knew that for a fact now. I did another bladder gauge assessment. No doubt at all, I was now cruising along at a solid 7.5-8/10 all of a sudden. 
     But what to do about it? Should I use the toilet, perhaps try to poop again while I was in there? It was going to rain later, and I certainly didn’t want to make the trip again later in the rain, and I had absolutely no intention of using my diaper for number twos. Yuck. 
     While I thought about my options, I pulled my phone out to check the time. Nearly four o’clock. Man. I just simply didn’t need to poop yet. If I did later, I’d just have to walk back then. I found myself standing outside the toilet with my legs crossed, thighs pressed together, enjoying my naughty desperation and wet nappy, but unsure if I should use the toilet or not. 
     Screw it. It felt like this would be an excellent time to go home and try one of the big, thick, adult diapers. 
     Suddenly, the toilet door opened, and the young girl who had seen me in my wet pants earlier emerged, looking very downcast. The reason was blatantly obvious. She’d wet herself, and her grey sweatpants were dark and clingy all the way to her knees. It looked like it had been a big accident. Coincidentally enough, in the exact same sort of pants that I’d been wearing when she’d caught me. 
     She gave a start when she saw me standing there, like a deer trapped in the headlights of a swiftly approaching vehicle, and she made a useless gesture of trying to pull her hoodie down low enough to cover it, before giving up, and looking up at me beseechingly, with guilt written all over her blushing face. 
     Then, her damp looking eyes focused on me properly, and a look of recognition passed over her, and she offered me a watery smile. In an almost perfect carbon copy of how I had reacted to her earlier, she gave a little shrug, and her smile turned into a grin. 
     Neither of us spoke, but in the silence I could feel a fresh warmth seeping into my nappy, and again, I’d had zero warning. She turned, and ran away, giving me a view of her totally wet butt on the way.
     Once again I’d leaked, slowly, but for a good couple of seconds, and my pull-up felt saturated. It was so exciting, but also so scary at the same time. I’d been able to come to terms with my stress incontinence over the years, probably because I knew that a lot of girls suffered from the same thing. I was also grudgingly accepting of my OAB, because I knew how to monitor it, in a vague sort of way. If I was careful, I could control it. 
     But these unexpected leaks without warning were something entirely different again. It was naughty and exciting, but I was safely diapered, and probably deserved it after deliberately punishing my bladder by drinking too much of the wrong things. 
     But what the Hell was I supposed to do if it continued when I wasn’t playing silly wetting games? I mean surely it wouldn’t of course. It had to be an after effect of my crazy drinking regime today. 
     Once I was sure that I’d stopped, and wasn’t going to completely flood my nappy, I hurried back to the safety of my van, where my big, grownup diapers would be waiting.....
     
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    Barry got a reaction from Dlaper Dude in Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi-Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies.   
    Chapter 8
     
     My eggs benedict was nice, as was the coffee, but still somewhat bland, the overshadowing bad news taking the full enjoyment out of what was before a day full of fun possibilities. I could still continue with my experiment of course, but it looked like I’d have all the time in the world for it anyway, with another lockdown imminent. 
     I finished me meal, including the carafe of water, and stood up, immediately feeling the heaviness in my bladder. I’d found the toilets yesterday, and knew I had to visit them again before I started shopping. On my way there, I noticed how many more people had arrived in the short space of time that I’d been seated. My bathroom visit was thankfully uneventful this time, the sight of the toilet not triggering an accident like it had done earlier on that morning. Both pairs of panties and pads were still dry, and I made sure to make every effort to completely drain my bladder, because I didn’t want them to get wet. 
     Not yet anyway... 
     Wearing my cloth face mask gave me the anonymity that I craved, and I entered the supermarket with my trolley, as butterflies danced with excitement in my tummy. I was nervous about buying diapers, but my anticipation far outweighed my nerves. Not wanting to make an obvious beeline for the pull ups, I started at the side, in the fruit and vegetable section, and tried to focus my thoughts on stocking up on whatever essentials that I could. Now I’m a looonnnng way from ever being on MasterChef, so my stay in fresh produce wasn’t long. Got some fruit and potatoes basically. Frozen or tinned would be good enough for me, especially during a lockdown. 
     The store got busier as I threaded my way through it, my excitement building with every step closer that I came to the baby aisle. I loaded my trolley up a lot more than what I usually would, making sure that I had enough of basically everything, including spare stuff like light bulbs, candles, sticky tape and lots of miscellaneous items. Nearly every household in the world has “That Drawer,” where you can just magically find stuff like spare pens, rubber bands or paper clips, but mine didn’t as yet. It certainly would by this afternoon. 
     I soon realised that I was actually procrastinating a bit, slowing myself down before I reached the forbidden fruits of the diaper aisle. 
     There was one glaring omission to my purchases as well. Period pads. My period was due in a week or so, and I was nearly out of them, and my incontinence pads weren’t suitable for the task, but I didn’t buy any. I’d committed myself to wearing pull ups instead, just to see how it would go, to kind of force myself into being padded 24/7 for a week. It wasn’t really a big deal. If it was too messy, or I simply didn’t like it, I could always buy pads later. 
     Suddenly, I was there. The nappy aisle. Just looking at the many different packages on display made me think about wetting myself, although I didn’t need to go yet. My last pee had been less than half an hour ago, although I did momentarily grind my thighs together in anticipation of later. 
     Now thanks to my research, I already knew exactly what I wanted, and I found them instantly, and feeling safely anonymous behind my mask, I allowed myself a good minute or so of just browsing, picking up and examining different packages. I’d had my heart set on the XL Goodnights with the purple butterfly design, but hadn’t really expected to find them, but I did, as well as some owl pattern ones, and even some boys camouflage ones! They matched my capris, so I bought those as well. It was a bit embarrassing putting three different packs of pull ups in my trolley, but I kind of hid them under other stuff. They also had baby powder, skin lotion, and zinc cream there, along with disposable gloves, wet wipes, and plastic, scented disposal bags. I bought some of everything. I was weirdly excited about the baby powder as well. I hadn’t used it for years, but I loved the smell, and after running out of talc earlier, this was a great alternative. 
     Y’all know the classic cartoon of someone standing there with a little devil and angel on each shoulder, whispering in their ear? Well, I definitely had the devil at least. Although I didn’t need to go, the sight of all of those lovely diapers made me want to, and the package I was holding felt so soft and squishy in my hands. I blame the mask for making me feel overconfident, but I suddenly had a serious urge to just wet myself a little bit. After all, double panties and pads, absorbent camouflage pants, and a nearly empty bladder all made it seem like a great idea. I didn’t have much pee inside me at that stage, so I literally couldn’t lose control and have a big “accident,” but I really wanted my remaining wee to be in my pants instead of my body. 
     I didn’t even look around, and I have no idea how many people walked past me, or if they looked at the camo-pantsed girl wearing the big cloth mask as she leaned against her trolley while studying the pack of boys pull ups in her hands, and I didn’t care. I wasn’t consciously holding on anyway, but I made an effort to concentrate on relaxing my bladder muscles altogether, and my body tingled with excitement as I felt a small movement from deep within. Kind of a minuscule version of what an OAB attack can be like, when I know it’s about to happen and I can’t stop it. The difference was of course that this time I COULD stop it, and it certainly wasn’t desperate or urgent, but it was still that familiar feeling of impending doom as I felt my wee moving towards my pee hole. There was a brief moment of panic as I hit the point of no return, the Angel voice furiously asking me what the actual fuck did I think I was doing, but it was too late. 
     It wasn’t like my last two actual accidents, where my full bladder had firmly squirted it’s contents forcefully into my pants with no control, but more like my towel pee, where I was in control, although with almost zero urgency this time.
     I closed my eyes for a second as I felt the tiny trickle emerge, and spread itself delicately across the lips of my freshly shaved pussy before the pad swiftly drew it away. It only lasted a second or two, and stopped all by itself, but it was enough to give me a warm wet spot on the pad that was brushing against my vagina. Bliss. 
     The rest of the supermarket trip is a bit hazy. I switched on to autopilot as I pushed my trolley around, loading it up with anything and everything I wanted. I let my self restraint disappear, and found myself adding stuff that I wouldn’t normally buy, like Coca-Cola and a four pack of Monster energy drinks. Both taboo items that would end up irritating my bladder, just like the coffee would, but that was just part of the excitement. 
     I’d planned to use the self-service checkout, because of my delicate purchases, but of course me being the idiot that I am, I had forgotten to bring my collection of plastic bags with me, plus my trolley was nearly full, so I hit up a freshly vacated register, adding a cold bottle of ice tea from the little fridge that is set up perfectly for impulse buys like that. But hey, this was quickly becoming a day for being impulsive anyway I thought, feeling the little spot of warmth around my vagina. 
     Now my shyness had built this up to being a huge moment, and I found myself almost holding my breath as the older lady scanned my purchases through, as I was waiting for some sort of comment about the little nappies, something along the lines of “That’s a lot of pull ups! Do you have girls and boys?” Or perhaps a sudden raised eyebrow or knowing look, or a sly grin, (which would’ve been completely unnoticed behind her mask anyway 🙄) but of course nothing like that happened. She simply scanned and bagged my purchases, putting the three packs of Goodnights together in the same bag. I could feel the warmth on my cheeks glowing behind my mask, but like the tiny spot of warmth in my knickers, she couldn’t see it. 
     Outside the supermarket, in the mall once more, I took a seat and opened my iced tea, and drank deeply, enjoying its fruity coldness, while I considered my next move. I really hadn’t planned this as well as I could have. My trolley was full, and I still needed to visit the pharmacy for the big diapers, plus I wanted alcohol as well, and there was one more shop that I wanted to visit, a discount store that I’d passed on the way in. I really should have done those things first, before getting my groceries which included frozen stuff. It wasn’t a very warm day, so I decided my groceries would be safe enough in the car for a little bit while I did my final bit of shopping, and I headed to the car park, where I put my stuff in the car, and drained the last of my tea, throwing the empty bottle into the back as well. 
     The scary bit of my trip was about to start. Purchasing adult diapers, so of course I procrastinated, visiting the discount store first. On my way past it yesterday, I’d seen a display of yoga mats inside, and had meant to get one, but I’d forgotten, and there were lots of household items in there as well. Now that I was officially Adulting Solo, there were a lot of small items that I needed. I bought a couple of extra pots, a cheap entry mat, a new plastic bucket, and a pink yoga mat. 
     On impulse, I also bought a rubber backed picnic blanket, about 7 foot or 2.1 meters square. I thought that it would be a good thing to put over the carpet in my lounge room annex, so I could experiment with my diapers in there, where there was a lot more room, and I wouldn’t get pee on the carpet. This made me think of peeing again of course, and made me want to get home quickly so I could try my nappies out, which seemed more important than getting my frozen food put away. 
     I did a mental examination of my bladder status. Still no urgency or even real need to go, so when I found myself studying a display of adult colouring books, I decided to let another tiny leak in my pants. For the moment, I was alone in that section, so I repeated the same process as before. I slightly spread my legs, closed my eyes, and relaxed. Although I didn’t feel a need to go just then, it happened again, and a lot easier and quicker than before. I felt my bladder loosen, then my urine beginning to move, but a lot more sudden this time. A wave of panic hit me as I discovered that this time I actually had more inside me to let out, and I clamped my holding muscles tightly as a much stronger leak than before squirted out. This was similar to the kind of accident that sometimes happens if I cough, laugh, or sneeze with a full bladder. A lot bigger and stronger than my deliberate leak earlier, but not a full drenching explosion like I’d been having at home. 
     My pee holding muscles tensed firmly close, but not before I felt a spreading heat between my legs. My pad did it’s job just like it’s designed to do, but I was experienced enough to know that my panties would be wet as well this time. At least the first pair. I could feel the warm wetness touching me as I walked to the checkout, and the sudden realisation that I’d started something this time, something that I really needed to control. I’d successfully shut the flow off, but I could feel the unreleased bit sloshing around inside me, and quickly worked out that I actually did need to go a bit now. The coffee, water and tea had been filtering its way to my bladder, and although I hadn’t needed to go before, now I’d let a bit more out, the rest wanted to join it. I gave a fleeting touch between my legs as I stood there and detected no wetness on my pants at all, but now I was beginning to feel my bladder building up. There was a display of cheap beach towels there, and remembering my big accident in the car a year ago, I impulsively added one to my trolley to protect my car seat on the way home. I wasn’t planning on wetting myself on purpose till later, but now I could feel it building, and knowing how much bladder irritating liquid that I’d already consumed, I also knew that a real accident was a distinct possibility. Better safe than sorry. 
     Next stop was the liquor store. As I said before, I really don’t drink a great lot as a rule, but breaking that rule was something else that I was looking forward to, especially with beer. It might be odd for a girl, but I actually really like beer, I just don’t often drink it. But the same applies to soda and energy drinks as well, and they were already in my car waiting for me. I bought a full box of beer, 24 stubbies, and a mixed dozen of white wine, adding a single cold can of Mother to drink right away. To hell with caution. I was going to wet myself a lot later on. I felt slightly guilty buying all of that alcohol, but I wasn’t the only one. The shop was packed, and everyone was panic buying for the coming lockdown. I was dreading how much I was loading on to my credit card, but I wouldn’t need to spend any more money for a week or more, especially if I was stuck at home. 
     I stood off to one side of the mall, out of the way of the traffic, and spent a few minutes checking my phone as I drank my Mother energy drink. It was sooooo good! I hadn’t had one for years! I’d swear I actually felt a bolt of energy surging through my body as I drank it! I’d pay for it later, but meh. That was the whole idea of it, and I felt more free and unconstrained than I had done for years. Maybe it was the caffeine, but man, was I on a high just then! 
     It didn’t help my nerves though, with the upcoming diaper purchases to go. As it was, I’d seen a few people that I recognised while I shopped, but stayed safely anonymous behind my mask, and hoped no one had recognised me as well. I would pay cash for my big nappies, as I didn’t even want to risk anyone seeing my name on my credit card. The nervousness was starting to play havoc with my bladder now, as it continued to fill up. I wasn’t desperate yet, but I would’ve been using the bathroom by now even under normal circumstances, let alone after drinking the quantity of caffeine rich beverages that I had been consuming all day. I actually considered going to the toilet then, but what could I do with my trolley full of alcohol? I couldn’t take it with me, nor leave it unattended. I thought about taking it back to the car first, but the walk might be my undoing, and perhaps I wouldn’t make it back with dry pants. I knew from experience that with my current level of desperation, I’d be safe for another twenty minutes or so, unless I suddenly sneezed or coughed, and I also didn’t know how my fluid intake was going to affect me either. But, the pharmacy was just there, and so it really was a no brainer. I’d be in and out in a few minutes, and out of the mall within ten. 
     After that, I really didn’t give a fuck what happened! 
     There were people standing in front of the incontinence section of course, but I ignored them, and steeled myself to take my time and think about what I was doing. I acted just like I had done in the kiddie pull up department of the supermarket, actually picking up and reading the packages, as my bladder kicked itself up yet another notch. It took a supreme effort not to cross my legs as I stood there. This was now actually getting a bit scary, and I was coming to the realisation that I’d probably pushed myself past my limits. I knew then that I was going to be wetting myself well before I got home, but I couldn’t allow that to happen here, in the pharmacy, whilst I was buying diapers. I stopped procrastinating and browsing. Like the little pull ups, I’d already researched the big diapers, and new what I needed, but I’d enjoyed looking and feeling all the options. I added two packages of big pull ups, and two packets of Tena briefs, and tried not to waddle as I approached the service desk, to take my spot third in line to get served. 
     I kept my breathing calm, as my bladder continued to swell, sending all the traditional warning signals to my brain, but I was stuck for the moment. So far it was just a rather bad urge to pee, and I was praying that a full blown OAB attack wouldn’t suddenly hit me. The first person got served and moved on, but of course the one in front of me needed help, and the lady behind the counter had to go get something, and at the sight of her leaving, my pee hole started trembling. Disaster was imminent. She was only gone for a few seconds, but it seemed like an eternity, as my thighs pressed tightly together, and my toes scrunched up inside my sneakers, as I felt myself cranking my holding ability up to maximum levels, and I busied myself by fumbling the cash from my purse as I tried my absolute best not to go into a potty dance, which would look even more obvious with my four packages of incontinence pants on display in my trolley. 
     Then I leaked. I didn’t squirt or gush, but leaked, a gentle trickle escaping, spreading its heat slowly through my double pads and panties, and I felt a tiny trickle on my leg. 
     “Yes? Can I help you?”
     Wow. I was being served. I hadn’t even seen the other person leave. I felt the blush creeping up behind my mask as I fumbled my purchases onto the counter, waiting for an awkward question or conversation. 
     “Hi. Um. Just these thanks,” I mumbled, feeling more warmth downstairs. I was losing a little dribble again as she rung my purchases up. 
     “Would you like a bag?” She asked, and I quickly agreed. I didn’t want to walk through the mall with these sticking out of my trolley. I mumbled my thanks, and cheeks burning with shame, I scurried out, making a mental note to buy these online next time, should I ever decide to buy them again. 
     Once outside the shop and in the mall again, I quickly pulled at the crotch of my capris, and my fingers touched wet cloth. My outer pants were a little bit wet, and I pulled my baggy jumper down as far as I could as I began walking swiftly towards the exit, which led past the toilets. I looked wistfully down the side corridor that led to the rest rooms, and the sight of the door sent another small wave of warmth into my knickers as I hurried on past, and into the parking lot. 
     I sighed in relief to be outside away from everyone as I headed to my car, but also knowing that I couldn’t hold on much longer, and I was about to wet myself. I leaked again as I unpacked my stuff, and it was bigger than before, enough to send a hot trickle down my right leg to my knee. Looking down, I could see that it was visible, the camouflage pattern unable to completely hide what I’d done. Luckily there was a trolley bay right next to my car, so I got rid of it, and rubbed a hand across my buttocks, discovering the bottom of my butt cheeks had a wet patch as well. 
     It was an incredible range of emotions that I was feeling. I was used to shame and embarrassment after an accident, and at first I felt exactly that, looking around guiltily, glad that nobody was around to see me. But the devil-angel voices were arguing again, as I told myself that I really shouldn’t feel any shame this time, as I’d deliberately set myself up for this, and if anything, I should be proud of myself for making it outside before soaking myself. The little self-talk made me feel better, although not any less full. 
     But what to do next? I was about to completely lose control. Even if I could make it back inside to use the bathroom, I certainly couldn’t do it with my pants now visibly wet. I felt another wave of almost pure desperation sweeping over me, and it wasn’t just my pee hole, but my entire pubic mound that was pulsating with urgency. I considered just standing by my car and letting go, but that would be messy. I was holding enough pee inside me to completely drench myself all the way down to my socks and shoes, and leave me standing in a puddle. As more cars and people were arriving around me, I knew that that wasn’t a viable option. I’d have to use the towel that I’d just bought for this particular scenario. I took it, and a can of Coke from the back, folded the towel a few times, placed it on the seat, then finally got in and closed the door. Sitting down seemed to make it worse, but I didn’t care then, I was safe. I opened yet another forbidden beverage, and took a sip, and as the cold soda washed down my throat, my pee hole gave up, and an uncontrollable gush of urine exploded into my pants. It shot out at great pressure, and I’d later swear that I could hear the hissing, as my pants became drenched. I watched as the wet patch expanded in every direction, flowing down my thighs, across the front of my pants, and the white towel I sat on turned darker as a big wet patch spread in all directions, and my arse got coated in a rapidly spreading heat. Even the bottom of my jumper got wet as it rested on my crotch. 
     I sighed, then shivered as my bladder continued to empty itself independently of any voluntary actions of myself. I was helpless to do anything, so I calmly sipped my Coke, and simply tried to enjoy the moment, which felt weird, but enjoy it I did. I remained sitting there after I’d finally stopped wetting myself, and finished my drink first. 
     After all, I needed to keep my bladder full if I was to do the exact same thing later, whilst wearing a diaper.....
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    Barry got a reaction from mikey mike in Léa and Daniel   
    This is really good mate. Very well written 
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    Barry got a reaction from peelion in Into The Diaper Verse. An Alternate Reality Diaper Story.   
    Chapter 13. 
    Let Loose The Dogs Of War. 
     
    After a quick, shared, but innocent shower, they stood unashamedly naked in front of each other and dried off, while starting to make some plans for the day. 
     “Ok Cammy. Here’s the deal. I have to work on my assignment for awhile, and you’re going to be my little puppy! I’ll put a couple of sheet pads down on the tiles near the kitchen, and you’ll have to be a good boy and use them if you want to pee!”
     “Puppy?” Cam asked, a bit perplexed. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
     Noelle giggled. “Don’t panic. I don’t want you to actually like pretend to be a puppy, but I want to control your bladder. You can do whatever you want, except pee. That means no diapers! Although I guess I should let you wear some sort of pants I guess. If you DO have an accident, I don’t want you shooting pee all across the room like a fire hose.”
     Cameron smiled, albeit a bit condescendingly. “That won’t happen babe. I’ve told you before, I can hold on for a loooonnnnnng time.”
     “Oh? Like how you were successfully holding on when you transported here?”
     He huffed grumpily. “Not that again? I told you about that. I was already wet, and nearly busting when I got here, and the shock didn’t help!”
     Noelle saw a chance to wind him up a bit. “Yeah. True. I suppose. But you certainly lost nearly complete control after the Pipi juice, didn’t you? I’m not saying that’s unusual, but generally if someone really does have such fantastic control, like you say you have, then they can usually maintain a little bit better control than you did.”
     Her teasing didn’t anger him at all, but like virtually any teenage boy who gets challenged, he couldn’t resist the urge to defend himself. 
     “Be fair Noelle. I wasn’t really trying too hard to hold on. I mean you told me what would happen, so I just went with it. I didn’t think holding on or fighting it was a big deal. You gotta remember, I love wearing diapers, and it was a great chance to just let go and enjoy the feeling of using them whenever I wanted to.”
     “It’s okay Cam. I’m not criticising you at all. I’m just saying, after wearing 24/7 for the last two days, and after the juice, your bladder control might not be as good as you think it is. Maybe it is, and I’ll happily admit that you were right, but I do have my doubts. It’s funny how quickly your body can get used to just going whenever and wherever it feels like. I’ll bet you end up tanking at least a little bit!”
     “You’re on,” he said, pride dented a bit. He couldn’t believe that anyone could possibly believe that he’d actually wet himself accidentally! It was absurd. 
     “Okay then,” she countered. “We have a bet! But I will insist that you wear something just in case. That way if you do tank, it’ll be contained around your feet at least, and I’ll be able to see what a naughty little puppy you are. And I know just the thing that you can wear.”
     Cameron had a sinking feeling deep inside as his friend disappeared into her bedroom, but couldn’t help but laugh when she re-emerged moments later with some pants for him. 
     Pink booty shorts pyjamas. 
     Fleecy lined, baggy, with white piping on the sides and cuffs, very high cut, with “Sexy” written in white script across the back! 
     He felt his boyhood give a little stir at the sight of them, as they were very similar to things that he enjoyed seeing girls wet in, although he’d never imagined doing so himself. Not until just then, anyway. He wouldn’t like to admit it, but he rather fancied the idea of wearing and wetting them, although any wetting would certainly be deliberate, and much later. Definitely not accidentally. 
     Noelle was pleasantly surprised that he didn’t protest or argue, and she watched him step into them and pull them snugly up, before giving his package a quick squeeze and adjustment. Both of them agreed that as ridiculous as they might look on him, the cut was quite flattering when it came to presenting an outline of his genitals. The fabric was so soft and enveloping, that he had to force himself to stop touching himself down there, as things started to grow within. He asked her how a pair of girls shortie pyjamas could fit him. 
     “Simples!” Noelle replied. “They’re extra baggy to hide a night nappy, silly.”
     She ushered him towards the small dining table, and offered to make breakfast, so long as he was happy with toast and cereal, but also insisted that he drink a large glass of water first. 
     “Gotta build my little puppy up,” she said with a grin. 
     “It’ll all be in vain,” he replied confidently. “I’ve got a bladder of steel. You’ll see.”
    He took his water to the window and looked out, and Noelle took full advantage of his distraction, quickly filling two large glasses with orange juice, and carefully sneaking a plastic bottle from the top shelf of her pantry, making sure to cover the label, should he look around unexpectedly. 
         “PIPI POWDER CONCENTRATE”
    the label stated. 
       “For when you need just a gentle nudge along, without the full PIPI JUICE experience!”
     She measured out a level teaspoon, and quickly mixed it into his OJ. The bottle was put back up high and out of sight, just as Cameron returned, placing his empty water glass down forcefully, with a solid bang. 
     “Water won’t affect me babe. I’m telling ya,” he said, slipping her a wink. 
     She smiled. “Ok babe. If you say so. Here. You have juice as well.”
    Five minutes later she joined him at the table, pushing a bowl of “Lucky Leprechaun Trinkets,” which had little marshmallows in it, and a couple of slices of toast. The simple meal was consumed with a lot of laughter and teasing, both of them really beginning to feel completely comfortable with each other’s presence by now. 
     After breakfast, Noelle settled in with her Peach laptop, and gave Cameron her tablet device. “You’re going to need to brush up on C1 history,” she said. “Might as well start now. You can download lots of beginners literature for free.”
     “Good idea,” he exclaimed. “But did you want me to wash up first?”
     Noelle happily agreed, smiling to herself at the thought of what putting his hands into hot water would do to him. She had planned on asking him to do it later, but this would surely accelerate his desperation. 
     The powder concentrate she had used was going to be much milder than the Pipi juice that they had experimented with the day before, with much less in more liquid, but it would soon start making its presence felt…..
     Cameron ran some water in the sink, but something about the sound of running water resonated with him on a subconscious level, and he inadvertently shifted his weight from one foot to the other. 
     “What the fuck? I can’t need to go already,” he thought to himself. “The little devil has gotten inside my head, that’s all.” 
     As quickly as the urge seemed to hit him, it went, and he busied himself with the dishes. 
     Meanwhile, across the room, Noelle had positioned herself so that she had a perfect view of him, and the sight of his naturally slim teenage body, clad in nothing more than revealing pink girls booty shorts aroused her. She smirked as she saw him adjusting his stance a few times as he scrubbed. A few minutes later, he’d finished, dried his hands on a towel, then gave himself a quick squeeze through his shorts, and of course Noelle saw the whole thing. 
     “What’s up puppy dog, need to do a wee wee do you? You only have to ask! We don’t want any little puppy puddles on the floor, do we?”
     Cameron blushed a bit, grinned, and flipped her the bird in a friendly manner. “No. Not at all, smart ass. Just, um, making myself comfortable, that’s all.”
     “Make sure your a good puppy who asks before he piddles everywhere,” she teased. 
     Cameron sat on the sofa and opened her tablet, before logging on to some freshman history texts, and settled in to read “A Brief History Of C1, And Its Effects On Globe One.”
     He wasn’t expecting to actually enjoy it, and although it read like mild propaganda in parts, he was soon swept up in the story. 
     “Hey! Puppy-Boy!” Noelle shouted after ten minutes. “You need to drink more! Get me one too please while you’re at it.”
     Cameron gave a sheepish grin as he stood up, and tugged at the front of his shorts absentmindedly, causing Noelle to suppress a smirk. She surreptitiously watched him as he walked into the kitchen and poured two large glasses of water with lemon slices from the pitcher in the fridge, and she saw him wince at the sound of running water. He returned, placing her glass on the table in front of her, and she saw how he kept his knees together as he bent forward. 
     “Does my little puppy need to pee yet?”
     The boy sighed, knowing he was defeated. 
     “Okay. Yeah. You got me. I need to go,” he replied. “I really don’t know what’s going on. I went heaps earlier on, but I already kinda need to go again. Dunno if it’s the fact that I’m getting too used to wearing nappies all the time or what.”
     “If you want to tinkle, you can always ask,” she replied innocently. “That’s why we have the sheets down on the tiles.”
     Cameron sighed again. “Okay. Can I please go pee on the sheet?”
     Noelle grinned. “Nope! Not until I tell you that you can. You have to be a good puppy. After all, you have a bladder of steel, remember?”
     “Awwwww Noelle! Come on! That’s totally not fair,” he whined, squeezing his legs together. 
     “Potty training a puppy isn’t about being fair my love. It’s about control and discipline. Now go back to your study. Good boy.” Giving him orders while she casually relaxed and peed into her own diaper felt amazing, especially seeing how uncomfortable he was getting. 
     Cameron stomped across the room, and sat down again, tucking his feet up underneath him, and tried to get back into the story, but was now pinching his boyhood firmly through his shorts, and he was having trouble sitting still. 
     The history notes were really interesting, much easier to read and relate to than the “Earth” history that he was used to, but now he was having a lot of trouble focusing on it. He would find himself starting to get carried away inside the story, when suddenly his bladder would tighten, or his dick would twitch, and he’d have to clamp down really hard with his holding muscles. It was such a weird feeling, very reminiscent of his experience with the Pipi juice. 
     He was into a fascinating story about the last big war, hundreds of years ago, and had stopped squeezing his dick, when all of a sudden something inside him just shifted, and he felt his bladder loosen and his trouser snake twitched big time, and he immediately knew that he was about to leak. 
     He squeezed his dick tightly through the hot pink fabric between his thumb and forefinger, his toes curling up, and jaw clenched, and although he was able to temporarily suspend the flow, he hadn’t been able to stop some urine from escaping, and it was currently trapped inside his shaft, held inside by the force of his fingers alone. He knew that as soon as he stood up or let go with his hand, his pants would get wet. It suddenly dawned on him that he was about to lose the bet in a very big way. 
     “Ah shit. Noelle?” His voice came out sounding strangled. 
     “Yes Cammy?” 
     “I, uh, um, I can’t hold on anymore. I’m about to wet myself,” he admitted. 
     She seemed delighted. “Oh? Big brave Cammy and his bladder of steel can’t hold on, is that it?”
     Not trusting himself to speak, he shook his head. 
     “Don’t you dare pee on my sofa, you bad puppy,” she chided with a grin. “If you ask nicely, I’ll let you up to use the sheet, like a good boy.”
     Cameron sighed, feeling defeated. 
     “Noelle, may I please get up to pee?”
     “Of course you can,” she said, “BUT……”
     He hesitated, scared of what “BUT” was going to mean. 
     “When you get up, I want you to walk onto the sheet, and let go of yourself, with your legs spread a bit. I want to see if you leak in your pretty little shorts first.”
     Cameron got up, and swiftly waddled onto the sheet, dick squeezed tightly between his fingers. He positioned himself facing her, spread his legs, and removed his hand, feeling the warmth immediately start spreading across his crotch and dripping down his leg. 
     Noelle had a perfect view of a large dark pink rose suddenly blossoming on the pink fabric, temporarily stop, then start again with the force of a fire hose, as multiple waterfalls erupted from around the leg openings, and his legs and feet started glistening with wetness, as his urine pattered noisily into a puddle between his feet. 
     “Bad puppy! I thought you were house broken,” she said…..
     
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    Léa was still laughing when they got close to the converted warehouse block in Limehouse where Valerie lived. “that was such fun Daniel; swaying about from the straps near the roof when the train went round corners or went faster or slower was so good; I only wish the trains on the Paris metro had straps like that! Now I am so happy that I’m going to see my friend Valerie again.”
    Daniel felt a little downcast; he asked “do you want me to leave you at Valerie’s so that you can spend some time together?”
    Léa’s reply was instant; “no of course not Daniel; I want you there with me too and I’m not going to change my panties; if she asks anything I know that my friend Valerie will understand.”
    Léa didn’t elaborate, but Daniel could sense that there was more to Valerie and Léa’s friendship than Léa was letting on... He hoped that in time he’d find out what it was...
    Valerie welcomed them both with open arms and it was clear that she was genuinely pleased to see them again and straight away invited Daniel to stay for dinner, before saying that Tom would be home at around six and that they’d be able to eat at around seven.
    Valerie took them both through the lounge and out onto the balcony where they had a great view of the Thames. Daniel stood by the railings and marvelled at the view before he said this is such a beautiful place Valerie; you’re so lucky to be able to afford to live somewhere like this.”
    Valerie laughed; “well actually I own this place and my sister Emily owns one too and Amanda will as well. When she’s twenty one the apartment she lives in now will be gifted to her in the same way as ours were. You see my father’s a property developer and a wealthy one; it was his money and staff who converted this almost derelict warehouse into these beautiful apartments you see here now.”
    Daniel was amazed at Valerie’s openness but was to be even more surprised at what was to come later. His train of thought was broken by Valerie saying that she was going to open a bottle of wine and then asking him if he’d prefer a beer instead
    Daniel chose beer and the three of them sat together having quite a conversation until Valerie looked at her watch and said “goodness is that the time? I really must get on with preparing the meal. I hope you don’t mind if I leave you two to it for a little while.” As she was about to leave the balcony Valerie added “don’t be afraid of telling me if you have any washing that needs doing will you Léa? You know that I completely understand.”
    Once Valerie had gone Daniel whispered “what was that all about Léa?”
    Léa took another sip of her wine and then sighed; “before I met Valerie I was very shy. You see Daniel; from when I was a girl I always had problems with holding on when I needed to go to the toilet and I wet my panties many, many times and I hated it; I hated myself too I think and I just wanted to hide away from everybody and everything, but when I found I’d been selected by my école... my school to go to London, I wanted more than anything in the world to go to the maths seminar at imperial.
    This is going to sound strange, but Tom met me at Heathrow  airport to bring me back here and..... well I wet my panties in front of him just before we got back to the apartment. I wet in front of a man; you cannot imagine how I felt Daniel.”
    Daniel nodded as he saw tears beginning to appear in Léa’s eyes and just as quickly she brushed them away with the back of her hand before she continued.
    I was crying when I entered the apartment and then Tom told Valerie what had happened. Valerie was very nice to me and at first I thought she was just being Kind, but after I had changed Tom left us to talk.
    I could hardly believe it when Valerie said to me that wet panties were nothing to worry about and that she and her sisters did it a lot too. I remember Valerie laughing and saying “my sisters and I know that so long as you are wearing the right clothes wearing wet panties is much more comfortable than having to hold on.” That changed everything for me and I felt that I was no longer alone. Valerie helped me get what I think you call a makeover; new clothes, new makeup and new hair style, and most of all she taught me how to, as you say “make use” of my panties if I needed to.”
    Daniel was amazed; from none a few weeks ago, he now knew of four girls that wet themselves; not that he’d mention to Valerie and her sisters that he knew about their little secret of course!
    He was suddenly aware of Léa speaking to him again and the words simply tumbled out of her....
    “Then on my first day at the seminar I met you Daniel, I wanted to be with you but I was scared; scared that you would find out about my problem and not want to be with me anymore and even though Valerie said that she was sure there were many men who liked girls who wet their panties I still was not certain. Now I know that Valerie was right.”
    At the end of a very convivial evening Valerie drew Léa to one side and whispered “Tom and I are happy for Daniel to stay over with you if you’d like him to.”
    “Thank you Valerie” Léa replied; “but we both think it’s too early. Daniel is a caring and wonderful boy and I think we will both know when the time is right.” Léa smiled at Valerie as she added “I am wearing a pair of panties that will need washing though.” Valerie smiled her understanding.....
    A little later Léa walked with Daniel to the front door of the apartment block and as she gave him a goodnight kiss she whispered “Daniel when we go out tomorrow I will be wearing white panties.”
    The bulge that appeared almost straight away in the front of Daniel’s jeans told Léa all she needed to know....  
     
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