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So here is a fun thing to do as we go into the new year. This is for those of us who experience for real bedwetting incidents, AKA we are true bedwetters. I love all my OMO friends but please let's keep this post for those of us who for real still deal with accidental bedwetting. So we are day one as of this post into 2023..... Question is, who is still dry, who has wet the bed in the new year? Ways to post: 1. Post that you have not wet the bed (for real) yet in 2023. You can post as often as you want, but upon your first wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day that you are no longer dry in 2023. Or 2. Upon your first for real wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day (or indicate the relative date of your wetting if past the actually date after) that you are no longer dry in 2023. Let's see who wets first and who stays dry the longest in 2023. (AGAIN LETS KEEP THIS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO STILL EXPERIENCE BEDWETTING. YOU DRY BED PEOPLE CAN GO ALL YEAR AND NOT HAVE A GENUINE BEDWETTING ACCIDNET.... DON'T BRAG NOW 😆)

Hello, everybody. So I am actually on this site for a long time and the fiction section is my favorite. I always wanted to post something but didn't have the courage. Today I decided to try for the first time 🙂 I plan to tell this story in parts, according to your responses and feedback. The story focuses on pee desperation and wetting. The first Part does not have a wetting or much desperation yet, but it planned for Part 2. WARNING: I do want to put in nudity and Sex content. I will put a warning before those parts (Nothing in Part 1). And of course, this story is purely fiction and doesn't apply to real life fitness training (I am a fitness trainer, so it was important for me to mention it). ***************************************************** H.I.D.T - Part 1 "High-Intensity Desperation Training" in groups or private. for those how feel out of control! The new ad at the entrance to the gym intrigued Sophie. She was coming to this ladies-gym for the last 2 years and saw a lot of weird courses. High-intensity Pilates, pelvic-floor Yoga, and even feet muscles strengthening. But this was new, and rather interesting. As she understood it, the new course was about dealing with urination problems while working out, mostly with weights. Sophie was not really a "buffy" woman and didn't work a lot with weights, but she really wanted to. she was in her late 20's and had an averaged body of a woman, who is working out. Her arms were not thin, but not too muscular; her belly was not totally flat, and she obviously didn't have a sixpack; her butt and legs looked nice, although her friends (mostly the girls) would say se had an amazing ass, and guys would stare at her behind. But no! She was averaged. She comes to the gym for her health, not her look, and one of the trainers told her that "weight lifting is really important for the bones". But there was one problem. When she worked with weights, she would sometimes... "leaked". It was really embarrassing, although she wasn't the only one. she could smell the reek of urine here and there, and even see the wetness on the crotches of some of the women (some women really didn't care, because there were all women). 'Maybe it's time to face that fear' Sophie thought to herself. "Sophie! It's so good to see you!" called a familiar voice that interrupted Sophie's train of thought. Sophie jumped back and turned embarrassed to the trainer that approached her. she blushed as she recognized the smooth and deep voice. Of course it was Peter. The 30-ish years old trainer and her secret crush. She just hope he didn't see, what she was looking at. "Hey, Peter!" she called nervously "How are you?" "I am good, even better now, after I saw you." he said and smiled at her. Sophie felt her cheeks reddening "What did you plan for today? Jogging again?" "I thought about trying weights workout again." not a complete lie, but not the whole truth. "That's awesome!" called Peter enthusiastically "I think it is great that you try something new! I myself don't really think that you..." at that point Sophie didn't listen. She looked at this gorgeous man talking so passionately about the training and the benefits. his smile sits perfectly above his strong jew line; his eyes sparkling with excitement, like a teenager; his muscular arms moving around as he speaks. Sophie could resist but looking down for a quick moment as Peter's tight shirt came up above his belly button and revealed the sculpted shape of his abdomen. "So would you do it?" hearing a question, Sophie finally snapped out of her daydreaming. "Would I do what?" asked Sophie and felt immediately so embarrassed. "Lora's new training programm. She is really excited about it. Free of charge for you, of course." Peter repeated himself, not even upset that Sophie didn't listen. "Sure! I will give it a try." said Sophie without thinking. "Amazing!" called Peter "You are an angel, Sophie. I know Lora would be super thankful." "Happy to help." said Sophie, still a little confused. "Lora is already in training room number 4. She will meet you there. you can change first and I will tell her that you will be there soon." with that statement Peter left and waved Sophie goodbye. Sophie was really nervous now. What the hell did she agree to? on the other hand, if Peter recommended it, it can't be that bad, right? Sophie went to the dressing room and put her bag down. she took her shirt and jeans off and stood in front of the mirror, only in her underwear. she was already wearing her gray sports bra that held her breast tight and her favorite pink thong. she always looked at herself from head to heel, before and after training. then she wore her pink spandex that match with the thong and a loose white shirt. she took her water bottle and her phone. just as she was ready to leave, she felt a little tingle in her bladder. she needed to pee. she went to the toilet, bet all the stalls were occupied (there were only two). 'It's not that bad. I can hold it for a little while.' Sophie thought to herself. She went out of the dressing room and directly to training room number 4, as promised. The big room looked empty at first. A lot of training equipment in one corner and mirrors all over the walls. In the middle, stood Peter and talked to a woman in really short black shorts and tight black training bra. She was beautiful. Her body was as it came out of Victoria Secret magazine. Her blond long her was tied up to a pony tail and it looked like she didn't wear any makeup. "Sophie! you are right on time!" called Peter as he noticed Sophie coming into the room. "So this is Sophie! I am so happy to meet you." said the 'model' and reached her hand for a handshake "My name is Lora, I don't think we met." So this goddess is Peter's colleague?! Sophie felt a wave of jealousy going through her body. "I do believe that we haven't met yet." said Sophie with a fake smile on her face. "Although Peter talk about you all the time. I am so happy that you agreed to help me with the new programm. I really want it to succeed. It is a dream of mine." 'He talks about me? All the time?' Sophie was so happy to hear that. the smile on her face just became real. "Of course! how could I say no." "I believe that Peter already told you all about the programm." Lora looked at Peter. "Oh yes, I did. To the last detail." conformed Peter. Peter did explain apparently, but Sophie didn't listen. Of course she can't say now in front of Peter that she didn't listen to him, so she just nodded and smiled. "So before we will start with the programm, I want to test your abilities, if that's acceptable for you, of course." said Lora. "that sounds reasonable." said Sophie. "Excellent!" called Lora happily "Let's start then!" "I will leave now." said Peter "You girls have fun." Sophie looked at Peter leaves, watching his round butt from behind and wishing she could bite it. Just a little. "He IS into you, you know." said Lora teasingly after Peter closed the door behind him. "What?!" called Sophie defensively "Why would you say that?" "I don't know." Lora reached her hand to a bag next to her and pulled a water buttle with red colored juice inside, looked like an energy drink "Drink up!" "no, thanks. I have my own buttle." Sophie raised her water buttle and shacked it a bit. "If you wanna do it right, you need to show me ALL what you got." stated Lora and handed Sophie the buttle again "That means good stamina AND good durability." Sophie looked at the buttle and then at Lora. She knew that she already committed, so might as well role with it. But now that Peter was not there, she could ask what she wanted. "I am sorry for the dumb question, but what are you testing me for?" Sophie took the buttle from Lora and start drinking. "I thought Peter already explained." "He did! But..." Lora just laughed. "It's fine, but I will do it quick because we have to start." said Lora "I started the new programm and I have a lot of women how want to take part in it. I don't think that I would be able to teach them alone, so I asked the crew for assistant. Of course everyone is 'busy' with his and her own life, but then Peter recommended you. You don't have to teach anything! Just repeated what I say and show. And we can't pay you, so this class is free for you. I hope it is still acceptable." "It sounds fair." said Sophie, chugging already half of the buttle without noticing "I am in!" "I am SO happy to hear you say it! you are my savior!" called Lora. Suddenly, Sophie felt a pinch from her bladder. With all that chit chat, she forgot she needs to pee. And the drink in her hand didn't help. "Do you want more?" Lora pointed at the buttle. "No, thanks." Sophie handed her the buttle and pressed her legs together "I think I will go quick to-" "No time! We have to start!" Lora cut her mid sentence and took the half full buttle from her hand. She downed the whole buttle in one go and tossed it a side. "But I-" Sophie tried to explain her situation, shifting her bodyweight from foot to foot. "The clock is set! we are ready to go!" called Lora, ignoring Sophie completely. Sophie didn't want to argue. It is really not that bad. She can Hold it, right? To Be Continue...

I love women wearing the real, normal incontinence panties (glorified pull-up diapers) that are found in any local drugstore. This is my real interest, not the adult-baby niche but the diapers that countless real middle-aged women & moms around us wear all the time--so I try to find them, and particularly to identify the specific product. Here's a few! Always Discreet (regular): Always Discreet Boutique

Alright. Due to how things went in the previous thread, I made a new one with some rules this time to make sure everything go well: -i allow people to post suggestions, but I do not consider them to be requests. Just ideas I can use when I don't have anything in mind. -No talking about drama or any controversial stuffs, I really hate it, and I'm only here to post art -No arguments Here's all the art I already made (the fnf art can be found in another thread): Those two didn't load properly for some reason

Hey guys, I just came here I like to wet tight fitting clothes and gymnastics clothes I also like to wear ballet clothes to hold my urine This is a very pleasant thing

I've been having wetting accidents more frequently and needing absorbent padding more often that not so I'm looking for some cloth alternatives to help, disposables are great but can get costly quickly. I was thinking of getting some from threaded armor diapers and was just wondering if any of you had any good or bad experiences with them? I fugure if they're not great at least I could probaby use them for diaper covers.

https://www.ics.org/2021/abstract/489 A fascinating study… obviously it doesn’t mean they’re all wetting themselves constantly, but more than half of women having regular accidents (presumably similar proportions in other countries as well) is quite remarkable! Closer to 10% say they experience it daily (and I’d estimate around 20-25% of women will have an accident in a given 24 hour period, based on the frequency categories described). It only includes women in the community, so will exclude a lot of the very elderly, sick and disabled in long term care. 6.4% say their incontinence is “very severe”, which probably implies being in diapers. The YouTube video within the page gives more details, but the conclusion is that there’s a lot of wet women out there!

It appears I can no longer make the hour drive home without peeing myself so I'm gonna take a picture every time I have a leak or accident and post it here.

When I have a genuine accident, my bladder doesn’t typically empty. I usually pee just enough that I have a wet patch on my pants and sometimes I’ll have a little puddle or wet whatever I’m sitting on. but I know everyone is different, so I’m curious for others, what happens for you when you have an accident?

Mary was a 38 year old woman who has had three kids. Her bladder has become stretched out and not as effective when it comes to holding in her urine. However the main issue was that she had gotten a poison Ivy rash in her genetically area. She got this rash because one day she was desperate while taking a morning walk in the woods abs decided to squat and pee outside but ended up peeing in a poisonous plant that has caused her redness and intense itchiness inside of her crotch. She decided to visit her gynecologist to take a look and help relieve her burning and itching sensation. She was brought into a room and asked to undress from the bottom down. Her bare butt and crotch was exposed to the cold crinkly paper of the medical table. She was given a drape to cover her private parts until the doctor came in. The male urologist doctor came in and assessed her rash. Mary felt uncomfortable as she was not expecting a male doctor and felt embarrassed about the unfortunate location of her rash. He stated he would give her a cream medication but this was a special cream. This cream has an enzyme that can only be activated by binding to urine liquid particles. This means that for this medicine to be activated the most effective way was to apply the cream in the crotch area and then put a diaper on the patient so that when the patient urinates the urine will directly contact with the cream and the enzyme can be activated immediately. when Mary heard the doctor explained this she was beyond embarrassed and was turning red. But her crotch was itching through out the whole appointment and it was more embarrassing that she was digging her hand into her crotch to relieve her itching the whole time the doctor was talking to her. So she complied to the treatment. To get started the doctor had her superset her legs in the stirrups. Then he slid a open diaper underneath her bottom and crotch area. Next he applied a cold lubricant to the inside of her vagina in order to prevent irritation when it will make contact with the diaper to her labias. This cold gel sensation was extremely uncomfortable and Mary jumped when it was applied in her. However she was restrained and could not do much about her situation. Next the doctor applied the cream all over the external skin of her crotch and inside her ass crack. The cream had the consistency of thick Vaseline. It was very viscous and sticky and made the parts of her vagina and butt cheeks stick together in an uncomfortable way. finally the doctor fastened the diaper on Mary and let her bring her legs back together and sit up. Mary struggled to meet her thighs together because of the heavily padded diaper that was in between her legs. She was propped up almost like a baby at this point. Next the doctor gave her a diuretic pill to stimulate her need to urinate. After taking the pill the doctor left a nurse to watch over and ensure Mary urinated in her diaper and left the room. 20 minutes had passed and Mary begin feeling a strong pressure on her bladder. The whole 20 minutes she tried to itch herself but it was difficult as the diaper was so thick and the thick cream and lubricant in between her vagina and butt made it hard for her to make a decent itch. The burning sensation was building up, but she was too embarrassed to pee in this diaper in front of the nurse. the nurse was growing frustrated as she had many more high priority patients that actually needed medical attention, and instead she was stuck monitoring a patients urinary status. To speed things along the nurse asked Mary to lie down to help her relax. Then Very quickly she restrained Mary again while she was off guard. She locked her legs in the stirrups, and strapped her hands extending outwards to the sides of her body. Mary was shocked and tried to get out but this only applied more pressure on her body and she did not continue. The nurse said in a cold voice “ listen I am not leaving until you pee in this damn diaper, get over your ego and pee!” Mary did not meet her eye contact which only frustrated the nurse more. So the nurse took her hand and pressed on the swollen bulge that was on Mary’s abdomen. This pressure made Mary moan and close her eyes as she tried to keep herself from peeing. But she should not old her self and eventually let go. The warm pee flooded in between her legs to her butt and the diaper expanded and grew as she filled her diaper. The nurse watched in awe as she saw Mary relieve her self and realized how much pee she was holding. the warm padded sensation on Mary quickly turned into a cold soggy feeling and she felt ashamed for enjoying the relief of emptying her bladder into a diaper as a 38 year old mother. She wondered what her husband and kids would have thought if they saw her like this. However the treatment worked, she stopped itching. the end

Pampers for Moms. Fade in shot of a pregnant mother holding a baby "For over 60 years moms have trusted Pampers to keep their babys clean and dry." A toddler running to a kneeling, pregnant mother "From our Swaddlers for newborns, to our Cruisers for active toddlers, we have been dedicated to providing the right diaper for every situation." The mother catches the toddler, lifting and swinging them around, both laughing "Or so we thought." Camera greyscales, mother stops laughing and grimaces, eyes dart to the side and the camera follows, pans to the bathroom "Frequent or sudden urges, bladder leakage, shame, feeling like your all alone, like your baby isn't the only one that should be in diapers?" The mother leans to put the child down and rush to the bathroom, camera pans away, splashing water sounds out "Maybe you're right." Repeat shot of toddler running to mother, except now the mother is in Pampers as well. Shot is brighter, sunnier, than initial "Introducing Pampers for Moms." The mother catches the child and they both continue laughing and playing "2 out of 3 women experience some form of bladder incontinence during or after pregnancy, but few are willing to acknowledge it. Shamefully buying leakage pads, hoping noone notices, ever fearful of it shifting. Pampers says no more. It is time to stop the stigma around something that effects more women than it doesn't." Now in the bathroom, the mother is taping the last tape of her Pampers, focus on the diaper "Pampers for Moms come with a super stretch waistband, allowing for any growing belly to fit comfortably." Standard absorption test with blue water "With up to 6500 ml capacity you can go up to 12 hours between changes, allowing you to get on with your busy life, worry free." The diaper being taped, untaped, then retaped "And with our hook and loop fastening system, you can easily take the diaper off when you can make it to a toilet, then put it back on when done." Zoom on the smiling mom, toddler held to her hip and diaper wet "Pampers for Moms. Isn't it time you were pampered too?"

Catching up on posting fics here, as I want to start doing requests/interactive stories. Warning: Canon-compliant alcohol use and alcoholism. --- Harry was laid in his bed in the hostel nursing his latest bottle. He was so drunk he couldn’t even be sure what this one was, all that mattered was that he was so drunk he couldn’t even feel the sting in the back of his throat as it slid down to the pit of warmth in his belly. Several bottles were scattered around the room like dimly glowing jewels, already gutted of their contents. Harry groaned as this latest one came up dry, closing one eye to peer down the neck like more would magically come sliding down into his throat, but there was nothing. His arm flopped to the side and the bottle skittered away, scurrying away from the bloated monster laid out on the couch. Harry supposed he didn’t mind, he was pleasantly drunk enough to pass out like this, drifting into the warm, sunshine embrace. He curled onto his side, scruff scratching against the pillow as he sighed his contentment. He felt so good. He could just drift away like this, with the warmth spreading to his thighs, wrapped around his balls… Harry groaned, hips twitching forward to grind his stiffening cock against the tight confines of his pants, rutting in the warmth found there. Shit, that was good- he needed to rub one out, stat. He clumsily pawed his way to his crotch, cupping his straining length and rocking into his palm, grunting quietly to himself as he fucked his hand through those tight, thigh-hugging jeans, and only paused in consideration after wetness had been tickling over his fingers for a few thrusts now. Had he hidden a bottle somewhere and managed to knock it open and set it spilling on himself? No, the wetness was from within his jeans, it was… Harry’s mouth dropped open in a low groan as piss desperately welled up through the fabric just over his cockhead, coursing down over his shaft and over his balls, down to warm his thighs. His cock pulsed with it, and two blunt, forceful digits rubbed over the underside of his shaft, feeling the weak, uncoordinated attempts of his body to piss himself through his raging boner. Ah, wait, his pants were getting all wet… The bed, too. Harry didn’t want to sleep in piss. He rolled to the side, sturdy limbs catching him awkwardly on the linoleum. The jerky movement jolted his bladder, and Harry groaned as piss jetted out of his cock, hissing against the fabric pressed to his cockhead and splattering lightly to the floor below. He palmed himself through the soaked fabric, squeezing at his base and his balls as he ground into his palm, the stream tapering off, but not stopping, under his attention. Bathroom… He should get to the bathroom. No, that’s too far away, his bladder protested, drips falling steadily from his fingertips. Just right here. Piss yourself on the floor like a dog, Harry, and rut and cum in your filth, you nasty, nasty boy. Harry whimpered, but his body was already well on its way to obeying. Harry huffed an open-mouthed moan into the cold air of the hostel room as piss began to flood his hand, surging against his palm and flowing down his thighs, cascading onto the floor and forming a haphazard puddle. It felt so impossibly good to empty himself, the warmth kept pressed close against his cock. He leaned his head down into his forearm and kept his ass up as he rocked into his palm. He couldn’t be sure of when he stopped pissing, or if he ever stopped pissing, as that gorgeous peak started to well up in the distance. Harry dug his teeth into the meat of his arm and began rutting faster, harder, the friction almost burning it was so sweet. He came with a harsh, shuddered cry, hips tense and bucking into his palm like there was something there to breed, to take his seed as deeply as it could go. But no, there was just his cum, pulsing through the coarse fabric and over his hand, gliding sweetly. His hand fell away when he had nothing left to give, and Harry promptly passed out there, slumped on the floor.

Would it even be practical for a person who sleeps on their stomach to wear a diaper or pull-up backward to protect against up and over leaking. Besides the issues with trying to tape up a diaper behind you. Does the padding thickness make a difference between the gain in protective space like you find covering ones behind while laying on your back?

As many here know, I have a lot of accidents, pee myself on purpose a ton and sometimes wet the bed. Lately I’ve also been leaking while brushing my teeth … usually a couple spurts, but today was a little more than that… guessing the running water may not help, but it’s definitely been happening a lot! Anyone else?

View File Male Real Authentic Bedwetting Timelapse Another genuine male bedwetting sped up x1400 speed from 1:33am-3:13am. First wetting around 2:09am. Slept through the whole thing. Submitter gone2bed2day Submitted 11/14/2023 Category Male  

Well! This is going to be something that I’ve never really talked about with anyone before, due to the sensitive nature of the subject. I think it might be cathartic for me to lay it out this way. I have tried many times over the years to hide this facet of myself and minimize it, but it’s not going away any time soon, so I may as well accept it. For as long as I can remember, my control over my bladder has been tenuous at best. I can remember my adoptive mother fighting with me to potty train me until I was six or seven. I wet the bed every night then, much to her annoyance. But then it was only an annoyance; it’s not too uncommon for five year olds to still wet the bed. The real problem was the fact that it ended up persisting until I was twelve or thirteen years old. My adoptive mother accused me of just being lazy and not wanting to get out of bed at night. It caused me a lot of distress back then. I would wake up early in the morning when it was still dark inside and immediately check to see if I was dry. When it’d turn out that I wasn’t, I’d sneak off to the bathroom, grab as much toilet paper as I possibly could, and try to sop up the puddle in my bed to the best of my ability. I’d sit there for a while and scrub and pray that it would be dry by the morning. Then I’d go back to sleep, doing my best to not sleep in the cold, clammy wet spot. Sometimes I’d get unlucky and wet twice in one night, so there’d be a wet stain anyways and the undeniable scent of urine would fill the room. Eventually, she did get me pull-ups. At this point in time, I was absolutely mortified at the prospect of wearing one. I was already starting to go through the very beginning stages of puberty, and I was also already dealing with bullying without anyone knowing about the problems I had with my bladder. (There was one incident in which I did end up wetting myself in class, but that’s a story for a different time.) There were even some days she’d send me to school in one in an attempt to, I suppose, humiliate me out of the habit. This did not work. Obviously lmao. She took me to the doctor for it around this time as well, who suggested that it might be stress-related. I don’t think she ever took this into consideration; going forward she still had the same approach of trying to shame me out of it. So, you know how I said that this was happening right as I was going through puberty? Maybe it was hormones. Maybe it was my brain’s way of trying to make the best of a bad situation. Regardless, I started to develop a slight curiosity around this problem of mine. On a couple of occasions, I feel the need to go, and I would hold it in until I had to choose to either stand up and sprint to the toilet or let go right there in bed. If I chose the latter option, I’d lay there and feel it spread underneath me, soaking through my pull-up, pajama pants and sheets. For some reason, I liked the warmth, and there was a part of me that was starting to enjoy the feeling of doing something so embarrassing. I didn’t like the shame I felt about it afterwards, though. I didn’t know about omorashi back then. It wouldn’t be until a couple of years later when I got internet access that I would really start to indulge more and more, and I even got into a long term relationship that was based off of our mutual interest in omo. We liked to joke that we started off knowing the most embarrassing things about each other, and even now almost ten years later and four years after the relationship has ended, we’re still close. For a few years after this self-discovery, the bedwetting drastically reduced in frequency. I think I even had a whole year without any incidents, and my adoptive mother finally stopped having me wear pull-ups at night, but at that point, my interest had been piqued, and I couldn’t ignore it. I continued to wet myself occasionally on purpose every once and a while, but I switched from the bed to standing in the shower to minimize the damage. The night time accidents didn’t go away forever however. They picked up again when I was sixteen, and since then I haven’t had a full year dry. After I first broke up with my long term partner, I was nineteen and the thought of potentially wetting myself in bed on accident with someone who wouldn’t be nearly as understanding as my ex was almost too humiliating for me to handle, so I was extra vigilant when I’d meet up with someone. I’ve never had a full-blown accident in a lover’s bed, but I have definitely woken up to damp panties and small wet spots on mattresses. I’m always worried that they’re going to notice. If they do, no one’s ever said anything to me about it. I guess I’ve been lucky about it in that regard so I can’t complain, but I know most people would be repulsed if they found out that I’m still fighting to not accidentally piss the bed nightly at 23 years old and that pretty much every pair of my underwear is ruined from me leaking in them. But then… there’s also the part of me that gets a little excited at the idea of someone finding out my secret. I’ve worked hard my whole life to keep all of this hidden and under wraps because I know that it’s weird. Writing has been my main outlet for a while now. I’m sitting on roughly 50k words of stuff that will likely never see the light of day. I worry all the time about my current boyfriend finding it- I think I would actually pass away. (I’ve managed to hide the bedwetting for the past year, but I know I’ll have an accident too big to hide eventually. Guess I’ll cross that bridge when we get there.) Anyways, thank you to anyone who took the time to read this! This has been the biggest source of my shame for so long now. I’m hoping to be more active here, and maybe soon I’ll share some story-based writing with you guys. 🙂

I found a brilliant animation made on Blender by a KhaosClaws. Rouge the bat from Sonic The Hedgehog enters a public restroom desperate, does a varied potty dance, then proceeds to wet herself. Sound included. If you enjoyed it, I would ask you to like/favourite/comment/share/etc the posts so the creator feels more inclined to make additional content of this nature. https://e621.net/posts/4378099 https://www.furaffinity.net/view/54216217/ Khaosclaws Rouge desperate dad64f451964f21170c36fc83ac9852d.webm

Story time! So I work for a university and for those who are used to the academic life that means people come and people go. But our group has always been very close and also the interns were really part of the team(s) and not just interns. So parties, food nights, etc they were all included in them. Beginning of the month we decided it was time for a somewhat bigger meetup and we also invited some old interns that were dear to us but who live a bit further away. Let me introduce you my intern Emma (fake name of course). Emma was one of my best interns when she did her master internship with me as her supervisor. Still feel bad about this one: but she was the first one I ran into at the lab when me and my ex of 10+ years had just broken up... and she got to deal with me being a wreck. We even tried to get her to do her PhD with us but she wanted to move back to her homecountry. It's only a 5-6 hour drive but she missed her family too much to stay here for much longer. We helped her get a position there and all was well. Then she got into an accident and sadly ended up in a wheelchair on permanent disability. Her PhD is on hold because she is still trying her best to do all the recovery therapies and such but the long term goal is to continue it even though she is on disability. We have followed the drama closely and had prior invited her to visit us if she could but her condition was still not good enough for that. Well this time she said she wanted to come! Groupchat was on fire about her coming to visit us but in the meantime she popped up on my private whatsapp. She said she would love to come but she needed quite some assistance and asked if it was possible for her to stay at my place. She remembered my appartment is wheelchair accesible and she knew I had a car which would fit a wheelchair. Of course I said yes and that I would help her in any way possible. People staying at my place after parties and such is actually nothing new. Some back and forth and she actually arranged with me to stay from friday-monday because she wanted to really experience this city again. Her dad would drop her off for the meetup in the city, and he would pick her up at the university on monday. But as we were arranging everything she asked if I was okay with her sleeping in the same bed because she needed help to go to the toilet at night and such things. Told her that it would be no problem and to not worry, I wasn't going to try anything. Well... here it escalated quickly because she asked if I was also okay to help her bathe or shower. So I told her that I would not mind at all, as long as she was okay with it too, and that I'd stay as professional as possible about that (and that I felt amazing that she was putting this much trust in me). She told me she was used to this kind of stuff by now and that it was more her not wanting to make it awkward for me. Well little did I know what was coming. Then she hit me with the question if I could handle it if she wore a diaper at night. Holy-shit. Okay I can't pretend I didn't get a bit excited by that. Ensured her that it would be no problem at all, and to not worry about it in any way. We talked some more about her medical condition and such and relevant for this story: during the daytime it's normally okay, but since the accident she suffers from bedwetting issues. Apparently I was one of the first to learn about this because after a few friends were really weird about it she kept it to herself 😞 Anyhow we talked through some more practicalities and that was it for then. A few days before the meetup the tone of our private whatsapp conversation suddenly made a bit of a shift. She was much much more flirty and it took me a bit before I dared to ask what was going on. She told me she wanted to see if I was up for some casual fun... Her own friends were really weird about her issues, with dating she seemed to attract weirdo's who kick on "weak" people, she had missed having intimacy with someone, and she felt like I was so much more accepting of all of it that she wanted to see if there was a possibility. Talked a bit with her about it and while I'm not a fan of hookups this seemed like a chance too good to pass on. Friday arrives and her dad arrives with her and all her stuff. He joins us for pizza but then really has to start leaving because he has to make the return journey. Evening progresses, great fun was had, but then it's time to go home. I'm helping her out of her wheelchair and before I know it we end up in bed. Lots of clumsy fun was had (we had to get creative to get it all to work), but at some point we were exhausted and were going to sleep. Helped her get ready for bed, and then it comes, she asks me to grab her a diaper from her bag. Inside I find Tena Ultima (decent choice 🙂 ) and she asked me to help her a little. My god... Well we snuggle up, she did tell me to please not laugh at her in the morning because she had quite some liquids. Assured her it would be no issue and we fell asleep. Well... she woke me up at 6-ish in the morning, soaking wet. A bit timid but I assured her it's fine and I helped her get into the bathtub. We chilled for a bit like that. Dried her off and we went back to bed. I already grabbed another diaper before she said it and soon we were snuggled up again. Well she woke up dry this time. Made her breakfast in bed and then she wanted to go on a specific hike that's popular around here. It's not meant for wheelchairs, but sort of doable. I saw her hesistate when we were going to get dressed and when I asked what was up. She was thinking about keeping the diaper on for the hike because there were not going to be toilets and helping her with that in the woods was tricky. Told her to do what she was most comfortable with and she decided to keep it on. We had a great morning in the woods. Made it back to the city just in time to get her to the toilet in a restaurant we were going to have lunch at. Then we took the Afternoon Barbie movie with some of the friends and went out for food again. Had another great intimate evening with her and another morning in the bathtub to clean up again. We did some more stuff she wanted to do and had a final evening being intimate with each other. As I was helping her diaper up I asked how it feels to wear one (yeah sorry, little lie). She is having a laugh that I should just put one on if I want to know and she is egging me on. Well not going to pass on that. Had some fun with her laughing about us like that and told her I'd just wear it with her so she wouldn't be alone. She surprised me one more time that night, not with a wet diaper, but with her waking me up for one last round. So that monday, slightly more tired than we should be I rolled her into the faculty. Had a fun morning with her in the building visiting some people there that hadn't come for the food and drinks. And then her mom and dad arrived to pick her up. They were so happy to see her so happy and thanked us and especially me for making it possible (oh god if they knew...) Most likely we will never be in an actual relationship due to practical reasons and because she wants to focus on recovering as much as she can for now. But my god what a weekend it was. Now please don't seek out people with a handicap. That's not ethical nor a basis for a relationship

Hi Since monday, I have a bladder issue (emergency incontinence) and need to wear diaper 24/7. I am not in any diaper kink, ABDL or something else like that, for me it's embarrassing and humiliating. I pee myself maybe 5 or 6 times per days, sometimes more. Some of my friends, my mother and my boyfriend know, and really open and understandings with it but I'm already ashamed about that. This is maybe a simple cystitis/bladder infection, or it's maybe a consequence of fibromyalgia who damaged my brain, I didn't already know because I can't see any doctor in my area, this is a big medical desert and I have a baby so waiting for 4/5 hours at hospital is impossible with him. What I mean, it may be a long-time problem and I wasn't ready to live that. So, for anybody who wear diaper by necessary, how did you deal with that ? 😕

Hello! This is an interactive story that I’ll be writing! In this story, you will have a lover that has chosen to get an implant that allows you to fully control their bladder— with a simple click of a button, you can cause her total incontience, force her to hold it, make it difficult to pee or difficult to hold. On order to start this story, though, I will need her personality. And so, here comes the first decisions: 1. Name 2. personality — stubborn, shy, etc. 3. Bladder size- large, medium, small, tiny, incontient 4. holding habits— fidgeting, holding, pacing, begging/whiny, 5. what makes holding especially harder for her? - hearing water, not holding, drinking, fear, etc. 6. Bedwetter? - nearly every night, 50/50, mostly dry, very rare, never

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