curious_cat

Okay, I have a really easy time of this because I actually wet the bed sometimes for real so I think my body is used to it. But, when I was younger, it really helped to sort of breathe out and relax my muscles, and then it would sort of take care of itself. Also, make sure you are really desperate, like, leaking desperate. You almost won't have a choice then! Also, I find it's easiest to wet the bed on my back if I'm doing it on purpose! Good luck 🙂

This has almost happened to me so many times! I like the submissive nature of full bladder sex (and my partner likes the ... noises that accompany me having a full bladder) but I have not lost control ... yet. I'm so worried it would ruin the mood so if I feel like I can't hold it any more, I make him stop so I can use the bathroom! Little stories like these kind of give me confidence to just ... enjoy the situation a little more. ❤️

I go on regular long car trips of 9 + hours, and almost every time, it is guaranteed I will get desperate. I cannot count the number of times I have almost wet myself in the car. And when I say desperate, I mean the grabbing your crotch, fidgeting, heavy painful bladder, can't walk properly kind of desperate. It doesn't help that there are usually very few stops and I tend to drink a lot of water. More than once I have had to grab a pillow or a jacket so I can hold myself under it, and there have been ... leaks. I really need to be more responsible with water intake on road trips 😳

Ohh yes, this is one way I used to get my omorashi i fix when I was younger. I always used to be so fascinated by friends and family who would just openly 'go' in the water. I never had the courage to make it obvious, so I'd pee really covertly in the water. I've always loved the contrast between the colder water and warmth of an accident under water. And the thrill of knowing someone might come near and find out! A bit naughtier, but when I was a teen, I'd sometimes sit on the edge of the pool and pee through my swimsuit. Very inconsiderate and not something I would do now, but I've always had a small bladder and water tends to make one need to go more ... and when bathrooms are far away and one *likes* to wet ones pants, it was hard to resist ...

Ohhh this is exciting for you! I will always recommend Goodnites if they fit you/if you have a smaller bladder capacity, but I'm sure others will have recommendations for diapers with a larger capacity. There are so many ways to use diapers, and that's part of the fun of it really! If you've never wet a diaper before and you're nervous, I'd recommend getting yourself into a position where you REALLY need to go (safely, of course) and then wet it either sitting on the toilet or in the shower or bath so you don't worry about leaks. Having said that, I don't really enjoy either of those scenarios (not very 'cosy') so if you have a certain wetting scenario you prefer, you could just do the same with the diaper on! If I am wetting deliberately, I like to get cosy, make myself tea, watch a movie and use my diaper at my leisure. Having said that, it's also super fun to get really desperate (either on purpose or by chance) and hold until you literally can't any more, but there's always a large chance of leaks in that situation. Honestly, just have fun with them! Experiment in different positions and locations and you'll find what you like. 🙂

Hello yes, this is me! I like the submissive nature of wetting diapers (and just being submissive in general) and feeling 'small' in a submissive sense but I'm not into the age stuff so much (or at all, really). It can feel a bit isolating to be into diapers but not age play, but we're all different and I guess that's what makes these kinds of communities interesting 🙂

Um, I really like spanking! One of my fantasies is being made to hold a full bladder and leaking a little. Then being spanked otk for leaking (while still having little leaks) and then being put in a pullup to squirm and eventually have a very uncontrollable accident. Just general submissive stuff really. 😳

Honestly I really don't understand why they don't make them in larger sizes with a bigger capacity. All those flimsy adult incontinence products could be replaced and all they'd have to do is upsize an existing product! They really are the best ❤️

Either sitting with my legs outstretched in front of me or cross-legged, or lying down in bed (any position!). I like to feel comfy and cosy and 'safe' when I wet. Standing up is the most practical though and that's what I'll do if I *really* need to go and can't hang on any longer ('accident' type situations) because I know I won't be able to control my accident and it lessens the likelihood of leaks!

Aw that is so sweet. I love how supportive your husband is of your accidents! Does he know they're on purpose? I've always wanted to do something similar, but I don't think I have the courage. When I wet the bed it's always by accident! 💕

Argh, yes. Not often enough for diapers at night, but sometimes. I always wake up somewhere in the middle of peeing though, which is generally a bit of a rude awakening because my first thought is always something along the lines of 'mmm nice and warm. feels good' until I realise what is happening. I tend to wet the bed really slowly too. Like, excruciatingly slow, so it takes ages for the pressure in my bladder to wear off. I usually will get up and finish in the toilet once I fully come to my senses and once I can control the flow again. Sometimes I wish I could just snuggle into the bed and finish there, but I know it's irresponsible 😳

Sitting here is a fresh Goodnite, having just an ✨accident✨ in one, and I felt the need to express just how amazing these pull-ups are. They're cute, they're comfortable (I'm bit outside the L size now and they still work!). The prints are adorable, and they're stretchy to accomodate my curves. They're not loose and leaky like adult pull-ups I've tried (seriously, I regret store brand adult pull-ups every time I try them. I always end up a leaky and sad and they are always loose in some areas and top tight in others). They're discreet—you can't see them under shorts, pants or dresses. I've had many an accident in them and they seldom if ever leak on me. The rise isn't too high and I always feel cute and secure when wearing them. The leak guards actually work and they hold a full bladder for me easily. They remain comfortable once wet and you don't have to change immediately after wetting to avoid leaks, which is handy when relaxing with a book and tea (or whatever else you do for fun). They're easy to buy, and they're reasonably affordable. Like, why do they not make adult sized pull-ups like this!? It's criminal. That's all. If you haven't tried them yet, I 100% recommend them. Dream pull-up right there.

So, something new has been happening to me the past few nights ... Little leaks while asleep! Nothing major. No full wetting. I just wake up in the morning really needing to go (I always do), only there's a small wet patch on my panties. I only sleep in my boyfriend's oversized shirts and panties, so it's always noticeable, and I can only conclude that I've been leaking during the night. (eeep). Does this happen to anyone else? Is it normal? Should I be worried? Should I just enjoy it!?

Well, knowing me and my lack of ability to make good decisions, it probably will!! My top survived unscathed and cleaned up really well! It was worth the sacrifice 🤭

Okay, I'm a bit embarrassed to write this, but I had a genuine accident the other day. I have some medical conditions that *can* lead to a weaker bladder. It's not always an issue for me, but sometimes it is. I have never actually wet myself unintentionally though (while awake) and I have to admit, it was kind of my fault. I love to frequent coffee shops in my spare time, so of course, this story starts at coffee shop with a large soy latte. I had been reading and leisurely sipping for over an hour. I have a petite, but curvy, hourglass shape. I was wearing high waisted mom jeans (the kind of tighter sort) with a floral sweetheart neck shirred puff sleeve blouse. I finished up my book and I had to pee badly, so of course I used the cafe facilities before going on my way. Now is probably the time to mention that coffee irritates my bladder *bad* So, after packing up, paying, and using the bathroom, I headed across the road to the thrift store. My local is an absolute treasure trove and I can get lost in there for hours. As I browsed the racks I realised I was starting to need to go again, but I didn't think much of it because I knew I'd be heading home soon. I found a couple of clothes to try on, and headed for the change rooms, my need growing. I get really thirsty with my medical condition, so I was sipping water between each item of clothing. I headed out and grabbed some more clothes and it was during my second round of clothing try-ons that I realised I really had to go. The kind of, 'better get to the bathroom soon or I'll be in trouble' kind of 'had to go'. But there were no bathroom at the thrift store and I didn't want to head home just yet, so thinking I could hold it (I am a big girl after all) I kept trying on stuff (and drinking water!) and holding myself between clothing items. I ended up choosing this beautiful sheer floral embroidered blouse with a slight mark on it (which will come into play later). I paid for my purchase and walked the 10 or so minutes to my car, quite needing to go, but still believing it wouldn't be an issue. Got home, parked the car, and for some damn reason I decided to keep listening to music while scrolling social media and replying to some friends. You know when the music is just too good and you can't be bothered getting out of the car? That. Got out of the car and my bladder felt *heavy*. Going from sitting to standing with a bursting bladder is never a great idea anyway, but I had stuff to carry, so I couldn't use my hands to hold it. Our laundry is downstairs, and the carport is downstairs, so in my mind, getting my pretty new top with the slight stain soaking in the laundry tub was my priority (I don't know why I prioritised the convenience of not having to come downstairs again over my very real desperation, but I am not known for my good decisions). So, I did what any *smart* girl would do and filled the laundry tub with warm water and plunged my new top (and my hands) into it. Bad idea. The urge worsened to like an immediate need for relief. NOW. My bladder hurt, my hands tingled, my crotch felt warm, but I wasn't wet yet. My heart was racing and I knew I'd made a mistake. Time to go upstairs. I grabbed my bags, left my top soaking in the warm water and with a little pee dance, left the laundry. Now, I think at this point I really wasn't thinking clearly. Rational thought had left me and all I could think about was making it upstairs with dignity ... and how I needed to check the mail. Dear reader, I do not know what came over me, but I went and checked the mail ... while my need to pee had never been worse in my adult life. Got the mail, and I am not kidding when I say I was absolutely aching at this point. Probably whimpering, and in my head, was just the constant pleading with myself to not have accident. Finally got upstairs. Opened the door, put my keys away, one hand between my legs, when I felt a spurt. Oh no, it was happening. I dropped everything else I was holding and made a dash for the bathroom. I literally could not walk properly at this point and having leaked, I could feel the warmth between my legs which really wasn't helping. I was halfway down the hallway when I wet a little bit more, making a sizeable wet patch at the crotch of my jeans. I knew then that I couldn't hold it and that I was going to have an accident. I don't know whether anyone else has experienced it—that subconscious knowing that it's far too late to make it and although you're still holding (or trying to), you will be wetting regardless. I felt so small and so helpless. I didn't know what to do and I just wanted relief more than anything, but at the same time, I couldn't quite believe that I was going to pee in my jeans *right here*. I was whimpering now. A lot. And it happened. Just a small trickle interspersed with little spurts escaping through my hands. I was kind of frozen to the spot, not knowing what to do or where to go. And as I stood there half trying to hold and half enjoying the relief, it just kept coming. It stayed contained in my jeans at the beginning, just slowly spreading outwards and downwards and under my butt. It was so very warm. My mind was just blank and I couldn't think about anything other than the fact I was peeing my pants in the hallway and the relief and warmth and how good it felt, even though it was happening without my consent. I think I moved my hand (I don't remember doing it but I must've) as I felt my accident start to pool around my feet, soaking my cute white frill socks, some rolling off my knees and falling in a soft pattering to the ground below. I remember thinking how pleased I was that I kicked my shoes off at the door before the inevitable happened. I am not lying when I say I had never felt relief quite like this and I had never felt so helpless. But there's a comfort in knowing your body is taking over for you and you have no choice and eventually I just kind of accepted it and let it happen. It kept coming, quite slowly (you know when you've been holding so long and you pee slowly, like that), puddle growing around my feet and the relief just kept mounting until I realised I was done. I wiped my teary eyes (I honestly don't know why there were teary for sure —humiliation? desperation?) and made my way to the bathroom to see if there was anything left in me (there wasn't) and then peeled off my clothes and headed back down to the laundry to clean things up. Let me tell you, I haven't ignored a bladder urge since!