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  1. If you had a method, whether "magical" or chemical or other to "turn off" your bladder control for a specific length of time, how long would you do it? I know some AB/DL types strive for total incontinence, but most of us would definitely hate that? So, how long? Hours, days, weeks, months, (etc.)? Go ahead and throw loss of bowel control in there too, if you fancy. I'd love to pick your brains about this.
  2. water.wizard

    A Humiliating Orgasm

    This is the beginning of a maybe story to see if you guys are interested. This story has a lot of sexual buildup before the omo, so that may or may not be your thing. There is somewhat intense public humiliation toward the end that also may or may not be your thing. Let me know if you want more. All characters in this story are over 18. -- Megan was just about ready for her first date with a very cute boy she had just met, David. He was just her type -- tall, muscular, dark hair, with a deep voice that made her feel tingly between the legs. She was excited because he seemed really nice and smart and into her, but nerves also coursed through her body. It had been awhile since she went on a guy she was this into. About a year, to be exact. She grew more nervous as she remembered the last time. At the time, Megan was just a freshman in college, and had gotten asked to a football game by a junior. His name was Isaac and he was tall and athletic and on the swim team with Megan's brother. This meant that she got a front row seat to his glistening muscles on a regular basis, something that secretly drove her hormones wild. She had never been kissed by a boy or even touched herself and the frustration was building. "Pick you up early and grab some cherry limeades from Sonic?" Isaac texted her awhile before the football game. Megan wasn't quite ready yet but she was excited Isaac wanted to spend a little alone time with her before the game. Isaac arrived even earlier than that and Megan chose to forgo using the restroom though she needed it, not wanting to keep him waiting. She didn't need to go that bad yet and would just use the facilities at the stadium. Driving with Isaac, Megan had a blast. They got their large cherry limeades and sat in the parking lot for a little while talking and laughing. Megan finished half of her large drink before they left the parking lot, and had finished her entire drink by the time they arrived at the stadium. This was a bad habit of hers. When they finally got to the stadium, there were lines of people getting their tickets checked to go inside. Megan looked around at her bathroom options outside the checkin but they were all portapotties which she couldn't bear to use. Even if she wanted to, she would be too nervous and uncomfortable to let go. She began to fidget in line as the cherry limeade began to trickle down toward her bladder, filling her up more and more by the minute. She cursed herself as she remembered that she had downed two cups of coffee before getting ready to leave which she had neglected to relieve herself of due to meeting Isaac early. Megan and Isaac continued to have a good time as they moved through the line and made it into the stadium. Megan's need steadily increased but was mostly under control. She looked around for a restroom. "Looking for something?" Isaac asked. Megan blushed. The idea of telling this hot guy about her need was a little embarrassing. "Just a bathroom, do you see one?" Isaac looked around, but then shook his head. "No, but after we find our seats I'll help you find one close by." Megan nodded with a smile. Isaac was nice. They found their way to their seats, Megan holding onto Isaac's muscular arm. He wore a loose tank top that showed off his shoulders and pecs and made Megan weak in the knees. She could feel herself getting aroused and tried to not think about him kissing pressing her up against the wall and kissing her all over... 'Fuck, I'm wet,' She realized. After 5 or so minutes of searching, they found their seats. They walked up the nearest aisle of stairs to where the restaurants and bathrooms were but found, to Megan's dismay, a long line outside of the women's bathroom. The men's had no line, a constant frustration in Megan's life. Isaac looked over at her guiltily. "Hey, I hate to do this to ya, but I really gotta take a leak." Megan was embarrassed by Isaac's sympathy and laughed it off, saying she didn't need to go that bad. Isaac ran off to relieve himself and Megan took the opportunity to cross her legs, getting some much needed relief. She straightened up as she saw him returning minutes later, already rid of his problem. She envied him, still holding her thighs together slightly. Isaac noticed her posture and suggested that they sit down on the nearby bench, and that the bathrooms would be free once the pregame show started in 10 minutes and people headed to their seats. Megan was relieved at the idea because she wasn't sure if she could hold it standing in line for 10 minutes, but she was pretty sure she could do it sitting. They found a bench in a small resting area nearby that was a little private. Megan and Isaac sat close now, whispering and giggling together. Megan began to get aroused as Isaac's hand rubbed up and down her thigh, helping quell her need to pee. Suddenly Isaac leaned in for a kiss, finding Megan's open mouth. She nearly moaned out loud as waves of arousal went over her virgin body. Isaac began to kiss her with his skilled tongue, causing her pussy to get wet fast. His hands started to roam her body, slowly making their way down between her legs. Megan could feel that her bladder was full but couldn't stop herself from spreading her legs for Isaac's roaming hands, despite the pressure it put on her bladder. She felt her pussy getting rapidly soaked and she blushed, worried that Isaac would notice and realize how turned on she was, but was powerless to stop him. Isaac's cock was rock hard now. He suddenly pulled her onto his lap by her thighs, legs spread around his waist. Megan gasped at the sudden movement and spreading of her legs so wide, turning her on beyond belief but also sending her need to pee through the roof. Her pussy pressed against Isaac's body as he kissed her neck and it was all too much for Megan. It was then that she also realized how public this was. Nobody was looking right now but people shuffled around close by. The dirty realization only turned her on tenfold and she suddenly felt a strange feeling building inside. Her hips bucked involuntarily as Isaac kissed her again, one of his hands now between her legs again. She moaned into his mouth, feeling her pussy quake in a way she had never felt before. Waves of pleasure began to build inside her pussy and she realized what was happening. She was practically about to cum without Isaac even touching her yet. Megan began to push away from him feebly, her body shaking with desire, but it was too late. His fingers had found their way to her soaking pussy, his thumb rubbing up against her clit, and it was enough to push her over the edge. Megan began to cum with overwhelming force. She moaned in a guttural voice, unable to fight the powerful orgasm now taking over her body. As her climax built, she began to feel like she might pee, and started to panic. She tried to close her legs but they were spread over Isaac's lap. She tried to say something but his fingers moved against her clit again and it was too late. Megan began to climax and she felt with horror as warm liquid began pouring from between her legs, all over Isaac's lap. She struggled to hold back her moans as the orgasm ravaged her body, rendering her muscles jello and unable to pull herself away. Isaac watched in shock and disbelief as Megan orgasmed on his lap, the warm feeling of her pee filling his crotch and pants, flowing over his now painfully rock hard cock. People had now begun to notice as Megan was unable to stifle her moans, and Megan's face and ears burned red with embarrassment as she struggled to stifle her increasingly loud moans. Warm pee continued to flow from between her legs for what felt like forever, each wave of pleasure causing an additional spurt that she could feel every bit of and was helpless to stop. When her orgasm finally released her, Megan had pissed all over Isaac and the bench, leaving a puddle on the floor. She was shaking and waves of pleasure still shook her body. She began crying and apologized to Isaac, practically leaping off of him and beginning to run from the scene. Isaac called after her and stood up to go after her but saw his pounding erection in his jeans and sat back down, covering it with his hands. Megan skittered away at a brisk pace as some onlookers watched, tears starting to spill down her face. She couldn't believe this happened. Another spurt of pee escaped her pussy and dripped down her legs as she ran. Megan turned a corner and slipped on her own urine, falling onto her ass and catching more attention. A hissing sound could be heard as the force of falling caused her to continue to relieve herself. She grabbed onto the railing and began to stand, slipping again and falling into her own puddle. Megan began to sob and finally succeeded at pulling herself up, fleeing the stadium while still currently peeing down her legs. She hid in a portapotty outside and called her mom to come get her. Isaac tried to talk to her again a few times but Megan couldn't bear to face him again. He eventually told her brother about the incident which he relished reminding her of. Needless to say, she was going to be a lot more careful tonight.
  3. Hey all, hope you are having a great day! I think this is a preety interesting topic to discuss, and if there are people here that work in medical environments or actual incontinents here, please share some of your experience or thoughts!! I always wonder how "common" incontinence is in young people, and how many of this people have to wear protection on a daily basis. It's known that older people might suffer from incontinence more often than younger people, but, does it happen in young and healthy people too? And how often does this condition happen in them? For example, out of 10.000 young individuals, how much of them suffer from incontinence, in a level that requires using protection? And is this problem more common in girls or guys? And finally, if there are treatments that exist to cure incontinence, why does people end wearing diapers or some type of protection? Sorry for all the questions guys, i'm just very curious about this. Have a great week you all! 🙂
  4. rachelkirwan

    female Coffee Shop Oops Moment

    Well, the other day I was out about town. I had a couple of errands planned for the morning, and then had a delightful afternoon with very little planned. Work has been very busy and so I very much needed the break. I decided to do the thing that brings me the most fun, which is grabbing a lovely warm drink, curling up in a comfy chair in a coffee shop, and enjoying a good book. While it’s been getting chillier here lately, I’m not giving up on skirt weather just yet. This being said, it has been quite cool, so on this day, I slipped a pair of thin black tights over top of a pair of lovely white cotton panties with orange trim. Overtop of this, I wore a knee-length pleated gray skirt, and on top a cozy cardigan, overtop of a simple lavender blouse. I bustled about in the morning, and right after lunchtime, I headed over to one of my favorite coffee shops and grabbed a pot of chai tea. I found my favorite spot by the window, which took some jockeying with another customer (I had to perch nearby while my tea steeped and then swoop in). While I was waiting I prepared my tea with lots of cream, sugar and some extra cinnamon on top. I then snuggled in, knees against my chest, and worked my way through my book. I love the chair I chose because it’s big and comfy, but it also faces the window, so if I am wearing a skirt and sit with my legs in a less than discreet lady-like fashion, I get the naughty feeling that people walking past on the street might be able to spot my panties. I get that semi-exhibitionistic thrill of being a girl on display in the window. With an extra naughty jolt as people at the right angle may be able to spot my panties. Today, I thought a passerby would have to look quite closely, given that I was wearing rights, but if they looked hard enough, they would certainly be able to make out my white cotton panties through my tights, given how I was sitting. I worked my way through my first mug, and a good number of chapters. My mind forgot where I was and I dove into my book. After a good half hour, a goodly portion of tea had worked through my body, I was at a decent 4 or 5 on the desperation scale, and when I reached for my mug, it was empty. I wrapped up my chapter and then got up, being less than careful with my skirt. To reserve my special spot, I left my purse and book in the middle of the chair, and I took my teapot up to the counter. This coffee shop does very good teas, the leafy expensive kinds. As a result, you can always get a second cup of tea out of your pot if you ask for more hot water, which they are always happy to provide. I waited my turn, and soon got my tea topped up. I went back to my spot and worked my way through another chapter, while the tea steeped. I was at a ‘you should probably head to the washroom before you get back on the Skytrain, but are probably ok for a while,’ level of desperation at this point. Then, I got up to add all the yummy chai fixings. I poured a generous cup of tea, leaving room for milk. I then added the crazy hipster dark sugar they have and after mixing it all together, added a generous puff of cinnamon on top. My mind still on the ambiance of the coffee shop and aesthetic of a fresh mug of tea, I put my face down into my mug and inhaled the rich aroma. In the process, I got a nose full of cinnamon. As those of you who have been following my pad tests know, a nose full of cinnamon is a guaranteed way for me to trigger a massive sneeze, and this is exactly what happened. ACHOO! It wasn’t one of those sneezes where you have warning and get time to like cover your mouth and cross your legs. Nope. It was a sudden and violent sneeze. I barely had a chance to turn my head away from the tea service station. Right along with the sneeze, I felt a big jet of warm pee erupt between my legs. We aren’t talking a little squirt that just dampens the gusset of your panties. Nope. This was a big squirt, the kind that you can feel dribbling down the inside of your thigh, cooling as it works its way down your tights. I clenched, stopping the flood as quickly as I could, and fortunately there was no second sneeze or additional wetting. So then there I was, standing in the middle of one of my favorite coffee shops, with a bunch of people staring at me, attracted no doubt by my very loud sneeze, with a cooling trickle of pee running down my inner left thigh. The people about me quickly went about their business, unaware of my bathroom accident. I composed myself, and headed back over to my reading nook. I had that crazy feeling that people were still watching me, and that if I immediately went to the bathroom they would guess that I’d had an accident. It’s like that same feeling you get when you are say wearing a diaper and feel like everyone can see it, even though they can’t. So rather than going straight to the washroom to inspect the damage, I went back to my spot. Put my mug down next to the chair, along with the tea pot, and then pretended to rummage about in my purse for a little while, and then I picked up my purse and headed to the washroom. There wasn’t a wait and I went straight in. I inspected my skirt, which given the pleating and cut tends to avoid getting wet when this sort of thing happens, and it was indeed unscathed. I then lifted it up to inspect my tights and panties. There was a cool wet streak running all the way down my left thigh to almost my knee, and the crotch of my tights was pretty. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my tights off, before padding them dry with some toilet paper. I then put my shoes back on, as the floor of any public washroom is not the kind of place you want to be in socks. I hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties, enjoying the little tingle that followed the feeling of the wet gusset brushing my inner thigh. I did still have to pee, so I inspected my wet panties spread out between my thighs while I peed sitting on the toilet. I had made quite a mess of them. In addition to the serious wet spot I had just made, my morning activities and active girl parts had left some other residue on the gusset of these otherwise pristine white cotton panties. After wiping, I let my panties slide all the way down my ankles, and with a little difficulty, stepped out of them and left them there on the ground in front of the toilet. I left my panties there on the dirty ground in front of the toilet, stepped back, now completely naked under my skirt, and took a couple of artful pictures for all of you perverts. I like how the yellow theme of the washroom complements the stain I left in my panties. I then padded the panties dry with some toilet paper, and then decided to take a couple of more artful pictures of my panties, draped over the toilet paper dispenser. I love how the match the colour of the walls. My quick little naughty photo shoot complete, I carefully folded up my panties (wet side on the inside) and then rummaged around my purse for the little plastic baggie where I keep my backup panties. I pulled them out (one of my cute purple Olaf panties), pulled them on, and stuffed my wet panties inside the bag. I also rolled up my tights, and stuffed these into my purse (don’t worry, my purse is pretty big). Then, as an afterthought, because it seemed like one of those days, I pulled a pad out of my purse, pulled my panties down, and affixed the pad. I had been in the washroom for a good amount of time, and had that ‘oh no, what will people think’ thought in the back of my head, even though this kind of thought is completely irrational. I washed my hands, straightened my clothes, and headed back out. My tea was fortunately still warm and my spot unoccupied. I hunkered down for another pot’s worth of reading. Now, as I sat there, I felt just a little bit naughtier, knowing that I had a pair of wet panties in my purse, and also because now that I was not wearing any tights, there was a guarantee that my cartoon character panties might just be visible to keen-eyed passersby as a result of the various un-ladylike poses I assumed while reading. I’m certain a number of random folks spotted my panties (and possibly my pad), while I sped through a half-dozen more chapters. My travels home were uneventful, though the chill on my legs reminded me of my accident earlier. Rach
  5. Story Notes: The Chun-Li in this story is based off her classic costume as seen in this gallery. A tight blue spandex qipao with a matching blue leotard and shiny bronze tights underneath. This is my first story. Please go easy on me :) Feedback and reviews are welcome. Chapter Notes: Prologue for the "Soiled Pride" storyline. Chun-Li is at Interpol HQ and discovers that her trusted friend and ally Cammy has been captured and broken. Warning: This chapter has graphic description of urinary and bowel incontinence along with violent combat, humiliation and vomiting. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. PROLOGUE: BEAUTY AND ARROGANCE Chun-Li opened the door and walked out of the Interpol training gym. Behind her were three of her sparring partners, all of which were bruised and exhausted from the recent session. Chun-Li on the other hand hadn't even broken a sweat. She was on her way to the director's office after receiving a summons.Chun-Li stepped out of the elevator after reaching the 7th floor and begun walking down the hallway. Many of the Interpol staff turned their heads to stare at her as she walked by. Chun-Li was wearing her iconic costume, a form fitting blue spandex qipao with gold accents and white belt over a matching blue leotard and shiny copper tights. The outfit was accessorized by large spiked wrist cuffs, white lace boxing boots and a pair of silk bun covers fastened over her hair.Her costume was a stark contrast to the formal business attire that everyone else on the floor was wearing. Many of the male staff could not resist getting a glance at the woman's magnificent thighs encased in her spandex tights. As she walked her skirt would flow elegantly and every so often would offer a brief view of the tight blue leotard that she wore underneath.As Chun-Li approached the director's office she noticed one of the male agents staring at her like he had never seen a woman before. His mouth was open and practically drooling. A female colleague had to elbow him in the ribs to get his attention about some paperwork. Chun-Li gave off a little smirk as she felt good knowing she was both strong and gorgeous. She knew her costume would turn a lot of heads, but she didn't care. Wearing the costume always filled her with confidence."Please step inside. The director has been waiting for you." Said the director's secretary.Chun-Li stepped inside the director's office and closed the door behind her. The director was sitting behind his desk with a disturbed look on his face.What is the matter director? Your message was labeled urgent.You'll want to sit down for this Chun-Li. She did as he asked.You recall that we've received no communication from Cammy for some time now. We had suspected that this was because she was under deep cover. Unfortunately it appears that she's failed her mission and has been captured. Chun-Li gasped. How do you know this?We received a ransom video and it was addressed to you directly.The director swivelled his laptop towards Chun-Li and pressed a button to play a video.The video begins with a black screen. A light suddenly turns on and in center frame is Cammy. The blonde fighter is bound with her arms behind her back and her ass stuck in the air. She looked as though she'd been tortured in that position for days. There were streaks of tears and mascara running down her face and her bright green leotard had been stained with dirt, sweat and numerous streaks of urine running down from her crotch. Cammy was struggling in her bonds drooling from the ball gag in her mouth.The video ran for a short while until a red hooded figure stepped into frame. The figure was obviously female from the structure of her frame, however her face was shrouded in darkness under her hood. The red figure pulled out a leather riding crop and began whipping Cammy on the ass. Cammy shrieked in pain and began screaming like a child. After a few hits, Cammy's eyes widened and tears began streaming down her face. Then suddenly, following a loud gurgling sound, Cammy violently released her bowels into her leotard and flesh colored camouflaged tights. What initially began as a small brown stained bulge quickly expanded. The thin thong strap of Cammy's leotard bottoms were no match for the massive torrent of paste expelling from her anus. The thick excrement spewed between the thong strap and leaked down her legs. This continued for several minutes as it appeared that Cammy had a massive load brewing in her bowels for quite some time.Chun-Li was horrified. She covered her mouth in terror and continued watching the video.Cammy unrelenting stream of shit torrented into her costume until it eventually came quit halt. The red hooded figure pulled out what appeared to be a tazer and proceeded to zap Cammy in the chest. Cammy convulsed violently, screaming from under her ball gag and then suddenly went limp. A strong stream of urine began to leak out of the broken fighter, further soiling her ruined costume and cascading down her camouflaged tights. Cammy had stopped moving with the exception of the occasional twitch from the leftover electric shock. She was a complete mess and horrible sight to behold. Her once beautiful fighting costume was now acting like a soiled diaper holding in the heroine's shameful excrement. Chun-Li was at a loss for words after seeing her trusted friend and ally like that.The red hooded figure stepped closer to the camera and begun to speak.It looks like your heroic agent has soiled herself. She should have known that wearing such a costume would only add to her humiliation.It's quite sad that she broke quite easily. Begging for her life in fact. If you want her back alive then you'll follow my orders to the letter. I wish to challenge your top agent, the self proclaimed strongest woman in the world. The one known as Chun-Li. She will meet me in Thailand alone. There we will battle each other face to face to determine who is really the strongest. Do as I say, I'll let this shit-stained whore live.The video suddenly ended with a screen displaying the GPS location of a street corner in Thailand. Chun-Li turned towards the director with an angry determined look. Director, let me go to Thailand. I'll defeat anyone that challenges me and I will rescue Cammy. I'll do it for Interpol and for the pride of China. Whoever this hooded figure is, she doesn't stand a chance against the strongest woman in the world! End of Prologue
  6. I have had several tiny head cannon fictions and fanfiction over the years, quite a few having to do with omorashi. by tiny I mean that if the part I had established was acted out it would probably last let than two minutes, maybe not even one. I think there may be others that are like me in this respect, so here is a thread to post it on. As is, I need to get to bed, so I will have to post later. But don't worry, it's coming.
  7. This story takes place a week and two days after Master kenneled me for my atrocious attitude in Best Buy. "Punishment always comes before understanding, my Nothing." Master had reminded me as He unlocked my cage and as I stayed on all fours with my head touching the cold tiles on the kitchen floor...the pool of my morning piss soaking my knees. Master quickly revealed that He understood why I was so terrified of telling my family, but He'd made the decisicion that it WOULD happen and there was nothing I could do about it. Kissing my forehead, Master allowed me to stand, shower and prepare His breakfast. [ T H E - N I G H T - B E F O R E ] The night before the two hour drive to my parents' house, I finally felt our baby start to move. Master was so excited that He laid me back on the sofa and laid atop my naked, undiapered form -- not even caring that I slowly started to soak His shirt - as His chest was pressed in against my pussy. My loins throbbed for Him every single time He touched me -- but since this board doesn't allow sex posts -- we'll just say, an hour later Master put His filled-in-more-ways-than-one Nothing in her pregnancy bed. [ T H E - J O U R N E Y - H O M E ] ...the fear within... I sat in the backseat, fingers curled against my lips - marveling at how smooth my fingernails felt against them. Back and forth I rubbed my nails - secretly trying to train myself, on the two hour journey, not to wet the diaper I was wearing, but it was soon bulging and I knew it was a lost cause. Sighing, I laid my head back against the seat and lifted my ass, pulling the wet diaper out from between my legs, wrapping it up and tossing it in the trash bag. Standing up a bit more I spread the new diaper out - giving it a look as if to dare myself to wet it...but I knew it was futile. I heard Master, somewhere in the distance of the front seat, clear His throat and I knew it was time for the "plan." "Ok, Nothing, listen. I know you are scared, terrified of revealing this to your parents, but I want them to know with ME present, so I can help my Nothing through whatever reaction they might have. Do you understand I do this out of love, Anna, my Nothing." It was at that moment my bladder released again as if to say "see, we knew He'd take care of us, don't be scared, be proud." My bladder was a bit more confident in the situation than I was. "Yes, sir - nothing understands that You love her. I'm sorry for doubting You, Master." Seeing his satisfied look in the rearview mirror had my heart beat slowing a bit more, until I started seeing the familiar city of my parents' hometown - the town where I was raised. Trying to blink it all away, I felt warmth between my legs, once more before I spread my hand out across my growing bump - garnering strength from Master's child. Within five minutes, we pulled into my parents' driveway when the deafening sound of the emergency brake ripping into place, tore me from my stupor of fear. "My nothing, I want you to go inside and say hello then hurry yourself to the bathroom. Take off your diaper and leave it unfolded in the trash can. Your mom texted me and said dinner was ready - so you come out, without your diaper and sit down next to me at the dinner table. They already know about you as a slave and I think this will help you push this on them with a greater ease, but nothing -- you will stop trying to hold it, like you did in the car." He winked and I grimmaced. He wasn't mad, but I forgot I made a certain kind of face when I tried to hold my piss. "Yes, sir..." I nodded and slid from the back seat, pulling down my long, colorful maxi dress. The only solace I had was when I stood, gravity took its toll on my weak bladder and I soaked my diaper as my hand was gently squeezed into Master's. D I N N E R Half-way through dinner, we had all gushed about the baby - with my mother suggesting completely outdated names for our baby. After each suggestion, Master would look to me and wink...He loves my mother and father. Sometimes Master would even mouth the horrible names, trying not to laugh. It was as I was finishing my steak that I felt the first stream start to flow and I looked to Master with a horrified look. His look said "don't freak out," but when the stream started to change into a river, I gently laid my fork down and curled my toes against the hardwood floor when the first half of the stream became loud as it splashed at my feet. "Ann, I think you're spilling your...." My brother started and then stopped when He realized. "Oh, baby! That baby must be huge, already pressin' on your bladder. Hold on, baby -- I'll clean you up," My mother coo'd and tried to comfort me. "No, Jeannette," Master started, stopping my mother - when He spoke again. Anna has something to say to all of you...you know how much I love your daughter and our baby -- so I ask that you give my beautiful girl all of your understanding, or at least a step in that direction." My piss slowly and constantly dribbling down my legs and onto the floor - I took a moment to look at every one of my family's faces. "My Sir, a while back, completely regressed my potty training, in essence giving the last bit of bodily control, I was willing to give, over to Master. I uh..." I looked to Master, trembling, but making Him happy. "...I no longer feel the urge to pee -- it's, uh -- it's all gone. Eradicated. So now I wet myself...or my diaper." Silence filled the room, my mother staring at us in complete and utter sharp silence. It was in that moment that I realized just how loud my piss could sound when it started to flow again, out of fear -- and this gush couldn't be stopped - the sound of my hissing release echoing through every single ear. Reach over, Master squeezed my knee and mouth "good girl." [should I continue?]
  8. FromHereOnIn

    female Hospital Fun

    Im about so spend some tome bedridden in hospital. Any advice on how to have some fun?
  9. Note it's the same story as in the "Fiction" section *** It all started when my parents moved into a new town. Gone were the bustling city life and friends that I made throughout my fourteen years. Now I had to make friends from scratch and adjust to a whole new school curriculum. The latter wasn't that difficult thanks to the support of the various teachers, The former was much harder, especially mixing with senior girls. One such Senior was Sian Teddington, a girl much taller than my 150cm height but virtually non-existent boobs. She held an instant dislike towards me and began to tease me from the first day I stepped into the school grounds. I'm a rather shy person so I wasn't in the position to argue back nor did I report the teasing to the teachers. One would expect me to avoid Sian as much as possible. This, however, wasn't really possible since I signed up for the drama club and she was one of the key students on the club committee. It was about the second week of term when the teachers-in-charge posted up a sign up list for the end of term play. It was a drama which I was familiar with since oh ten years old and I immediately wanted to enter my name on the list. Just as I was making my way through the crowd of students, I was suddenly yanked aside and found myself facing Sian. "Oh, little one wants to be drama queen," she cooed in a mocking tone. "you're..Rem yes, Why is that a problem?" "Of course it is shorty. Everyone in that crowd has been here longer than you and will stand a higher chance on being selected. You, with your build won't even make it to support cast or backstage crew." I felt strangely embarrassed by this ridicule. "But..." "But if you really want the position, I can get you past that crowd. It will cost you thhough." “What do you mean ‘It will cost me?” “Oh, not money or anything, but you will do whatever I ask, whenever I ask or.” Sian said. I started to imagine what types of things she would want me to do. I figured it would be errants or servant-like duties. Surely that wouldn't be so much of a price to pay to get the role? “What exactly must I do?” I inquired. “Oh you'll soon find out. Just dream about it,” Sian answered. “If you play your cards right, maybe you'll be chosen.” “Okay, I’ll do it.” I replied. "You swear and won't go back on your word?" Looking at her towering figure, I said yes. The next day,,, It was a busy day in terms of classes and physical education. PE was a nightmare as I wasn't used to this school's strict exercise regime. Thankfully, PE was one of the last classes and ask school as the bell rang, I caught the bus home. Usually I don't shower more than oncce a day but my whole body was pespiring. Dumping my back near the door, I ran upstairs and within minutes was enjoying the stream of water around my body. Dryin off, I tucked the towel around my rather large breasts and exited the bathroom to find... Sian, standing in my bed room. She was in some sort of catsuit, black and leathery. "Wha...How the heck did you get in?" "Oh little Lauren left the door open. My my, fourteen years old and don't know any basic safety. What would your parents say if you allowed a burglar in?" "Get out now! Or I'm going to call.." "Call who little one? With this?" She held up my phone which was in my bag. And I left that downstairs. "Give that back to me! And get..." "Now, now girl. You're in no position to argue with me. Or the deal regarding the play is off." I couldn't believe it. She was blackmailing me and in my own house. "Okay fine whatever, what do you expect me to do for you?" "First lie on your bed." "What?! What for?" "Don't question me again. Lie down." "I..." With suidden speed, I was tackled down onto my bed by Sian. "He...mmmmpp" My cry was muffled as she pressed my head against my bed. Despite my struggling, she managed to flip me over then yank my arms up. Cold steel encircled them and I realised I was handcuffed not only wrists together, but to my be frame--my bed was the type with long metal tubes as part of the frame. "Hey, release me....mmpppphh," Something was stuffed into my open mouth and a sticky tape was plastered over my mouth. "Please relax. You'll hurt your wrists otherwise if you struggle." I did so but glared at her. Is this want she wanted me to do for her? "Now, the next part is little tricky. Hold still." Suddenly, a syringe filled with liquid appeared in her hands. My eyes widened as she rammed. yes literally rammed the syringe into my left arm. I immediate felt a chill envelope me and tried to may a sound or move but just couldn't. But i could still see her and my surroundings. "Good, it's working." I heard her say. Wait, what did you do to me?! I cried silently. Did you paralyse me. "Relax little one, it's all temporary. After all, you disobeyed me so I had to do it the hard way." She suddenly moved away from sight but I found my towel lifted up. My stomach and crotch was exposed and to her! Wait, was she going to take photos and blackmail me? Help!! "Relax," I heard her say but I just couldn't respond. I heard some rustling then several poofs, like something was being squirted out. What was she doing to my lower torso? Tattooing? Please not a tattoo.... “This isn’t much growth. Big boobs but little pubes” I heard her say. Wait don't tell me you're.... "Ah done," she said with a satisfied tone. "Bum up." and I saw (yes saw since I had no sense of touch) her lift my legs up. The next sound was something plastic-like and then my bum and legs were placed down again. Then another adhesive sound. Suddenly, all the my other senses came back and I immediately moved. Just as I struggled, I felt a large dampness growing between my legs. "Mmmmmpph?!!" "Ah, back to the land of livng Lauren. Can yoou feel it?" "Mmmm....ahh!!!" She peeled off the tape and extracted the object from my mouth--it was one of my own underwear! I lifted my head up to see.... "Oh my gosh, did you just diaper me?" To be continued...
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  11. gobphus

    malefemale Waking Up Wet

    In four days I'm going to be visiting family for several weeks, so it will be very embarrassing to wake up like I just did, with my briefs and pajamas soaked in my own urine. In preparation for my trip I decided not to wear my usual diaper to bed tonight. Sleeping without protection seemed safe enough, since I hadn't wet in my sleep since August. I dressed in black briefs and plaid pajamas, omitting my favorite diaper and pad combo. Being cautious, while getting ready for bed I drank only enough water to wash down two tiny pills, rather than my usual 20 ounces. I vaguely remember wetting. I felt a warm wetness in my crotch as I released my urine. I didn't even think I was diapered but I didn't realize that I was wetting the bed, either. I never even woke up fully until about 2:10 AM, when I woke up and noticed cold wetness on my right thigh. I felt around my groin and legs to see how wet I was. The cold wetness of my soft pajama bottoms extended from my waist midway down my right leg. The sheet under me was wet where my wet pajamas contacted it. As I lay in bed, thinking about what to do, I became vaguely aroused. I reached inside my briefs and found that my penis was pointing down and to the right, held in that position by my tight black briefs. I realized that was why I'd wet the right leg of my pajamas. When I wet the bed I usually take pictures of the damage, so I got out of my wet bed and went into the bathroom, shut the door, and turned on the light. I lay down on the small blue rug and blue bath mat that partially covered the blue tile floor. I took a couple of pictures of my wet pajamas with my iPhone. The pics didn't show any obvious wetness. I stripped my pajamas off and looked at my black briefs. Their entire front was obviously soaked, so I lay down again and took another picture: Explicit Content I took off my soggy briefs and put them and my wet pajamas into the dirty-clothes hamper. I retrieved a towel that I use to protect my chair when I wet in my study and laid it over the wet spot in my bed. I got back into bed and am now writing this story about my waking up wet tonight. Tomorrow I'll wash my wet pajamas, underwear, sheet, and towel. I'll also think whether I should take serious protection with me on my trip or just hope for the best.
  12. gobphus

    malefemale Waking Up Wet III

    So far in 2016 I've woken up wetting four times: January 30: The night before, I wore my usual diaper and booster pad to bed. Sometime during the night I woke up to the most marvelous sensation of hot pee pouring out of me and bathing my crotch. I was barely awake enough to register what was happening, and I didn't interfere with it at all. I don't think that I even realized I was wearing a diaper. I just felt the heat and the wetness for a moment and went back to sleep. Looks like I'm regressing to wetting in my sleep more often -- that was the fourth time in the past five months. Luckily I was well diapered! I kept my diaper on and wet it some more. It got very bulky between my legs. I enjoyed just holding my crotch with both hands to feel how big my protection combo had become. The last time I wet it, I was lying on my side. Big mistake -- the diaper leaked into my pajamas and then onto the washable waterproof pad that I use to protect my bed. Oh, well, no real harm done. All the wet things were soon washed and dried. March 25: For the first time since January I woke up wetting. This time I was not wearing a diaper, so my briefs and pajamas got wet. Not very wet, since I reflexively stopped the flow. I kinda wish I'd stayed relaxed and continued to wet. Doing so would have been safe, since as usual I was sleeping on my waterproof pad. March 29: The night before, I was undiapered. I woke up and thought I was wearing protection, so I started to pee. I quickly realized my mistake, but not before wetting my shorts and pajama bottoms. I got up and went to finish in the toilet. I began to remove my wet PJs but decided instead to leave them on and finish wetting them while sitting on the toilet. I enjoyed once again the feeling of hot pee bathing my most sensitive areas. April 5: I went to sleep undiapered the night before. I woke up wetting again in the night and, sadly, reflexively stopped peeing. My briefs and pajama bottoms were wet but not my pad. I wish I could experience relaxed wetting again, whether I'm wearing a diaper or not -- as long as I'm sleeping in my own bed, not visiting family or friends! Taking into account the two nights in a row that I wet the bed in early December, I've now wet in my sleep six times in the past four months, which is a rate of 18 times a year. Just considering recent wettings, 3 in 12 days, I see the rate is 90 per year. Whether I wet 18 or 90 times this year, it will be far more than I have wet in earlier years. Thanks, BPH!
  13. If you've seen my first post, I'm now affected by urinary incontinence which has cause quite a few accidents. The newest accident happened in a laundromat in my "dorm" building. I was washing sheets that I had wet while asleep due to not putting on a diaper before bed because I was so tired and random clothes, some were wet from accidents my daytime pull ups couldn't hold. So I'm doing laundry and I'm wearing my nighttime diapers, ( its near bed time and they are really good at holding wettings but are pretty crinkly) and I feel a slight need to pee. I ignore it due to the fact that I think I can hold it til I get to my apartment since I'm so close to the laundry room. I start to switch out my laundry and I hear someone enter the room. I'm kneeling at the washing maching when she goes to the machine next to me. I try to get up after putting my laundry in the basket very carefully but can't avoid the slight crinckle of the diaper... she gives me a strange look but I had a receipt from the store from earlier so I took it out and took it to the nearby trash can. I went back to my basket and as I went to bend over to grab it, I completely wet my diaper uncontrollably. The worst part is that this diaper crinkles more when wet so I have to make my movements subtle in order to avoid detection. I thiught i was in the clear until I was bending to put laundry in the dryer, my shirt wasn't long enough and the waistband was apparently visible. I then got a scoff from her and I asked if she was alright (assuming something had gone wrong with the machine they were using), to which she replied... "no, nothing'swrong with me, is something wrong with you?" I then asked her to clarify what she meant and the conversation went like this "Well, I mean... youre wearing a diaper... " "Uuum, no..." "Dude, I clearly saw that you're wearing one, I even heard it, and saw it" "Uuuuhhhh..." "What are you, a little kid unable to know when you have to go?" I was quick in my feet and used my mild epilepsy to ramp up my reasoning (lying a bit in the way, as i haven't had a seizure in a while) " I have relatively severe epilepsy and it's better that I don't wet myself if I have a seizure..." She immediately paused and turned red as she thought she had judged me too quickly "I... I'm so sorry, I feel like an ass. I didn't realise" "Its fine, it's pretty embarrassing to walk around honestly knowing situations like this happen all the time" "No, it's fine, you shouldn't be embarrassed if you can't help it... okay?" "I know but still, it can make things pretty awkward sometimes for me" "So how long have you had seizures?" "Since I was about two..." "Wow, were they always really bad?" "No, they only came back and got worse a few years ago" "I'm so sorry to hear that, do you need any help with anything? " "What do you mean?" "WelI, I mean I work for the hospital down the road and I'm well versed in caring for people who wet themselves and also have seizures" "What does that have to do with me?" "I mean... If you want, I can stay with you when you're here and make sure you're okay and change your diaper when you need..." I told her that my boyfriend looks after me and she then responded with "Is he okay with all of that " "Ya, he understands and is really nice about it" "I'm glad, he must really love you" "Ya, we've been together for a while and he got used to this" "I'm sorry, I guess I should mind my own business. I also should've been more understanding and not jump to conclusions..." "Its alright, I'm used to it" Then the room went silent for a moment and she said "I'll keep it a secret" "Thank you, it would be really embarrassing if this got out" "No problem, I gotta get back to my room... but if you need me I'm just a few doors down." "Thanks, but I'll be fine" Then she started her laundry and left... do you think that it was okay that I exaggerated my condition a little bit to avoid a more embarrassing conversation or was that the right move?? Its more embarrassing to admit i cant control my bladder than to explain epilepsy I feel...
  14. I'll be going to France for a business trip. What incontinence supplies are available in the bigger supermarkets like Carrefour and Intermache. Ive heard they sell Tena but what about washable incontinence pants and plastic pants? Are these only available in pharmacies?
  15. whitwetwhat

    Hello, 40.

    In the past few years leading up to turning 40, I've learned, fetish aside, that sudden urges are a lot stronger, and shouldn't be ignored. Today, I had my first run-in with stress incontinence, albeit mild. I was working in my kitchen on making and canning hot pepper relish. I took in a breath of too-hot pepper and had a coughing fit. I couldn't control my breath, and all of a sudden, I ... I peed a little. So, the good news, I guess, is that if I decide to indulge in my fetish into my middle age... it's going to get easier.
  16. Oh hey, this is done! Yeah, not gonna lie, I feel like a total dick right now. Poor Maki, and that’s coming from the one who wrote this… worse yet, it’s not even done. This is just part one of two or three, and it only gets worse from there. Also, just a fair warning, but you may have to suspend your disbelief for this one a little. The methodology is a bit more advanced than what is possible right now, but not by a whole lot. Anyway, I’m kind of on the fence about this one. It’s not terrible, but I’m not perfectly satisfied with it, either. I’ll probably like the continuations more, so it’s not a huge deal, even though I write primarily to entertain myself (which actually makes my standards higher than normal, I think). Hopefully you guys will like this thing more than I did. Let’s find out, shall we? The Price of Freedom Chapter One: From Bad to Worse From pretty much the moment Nishikino Maki woke up, the had the feeling it was going to be a bad day. The thing that clued her in shortly after first opening her eyes was a cold, wet, clammy feeling underneath the covers of her bed that stretched from around her mid-thighs to her lower back. This was the third morning in a row she had woken up to sodden sheets. The occurrence wasn’t exactly one she had been dealing with a very long time. It started happening only about a month prior to this particular morning. It gradually grew in frequency until it happened almost every night. And while she had a pretty good idea of why her body kept doing this, she didn’t exactly have the means to stop it, either. The conclusion she’d reached about this newfound habit of hers was that it was the result of stress. More specifically, she was becoming more and more anxious over an inevitable event that she would have to go through, but she wished she could save until she moved out of her parents’ house. Namely, informing her parents about her relationship with a certain third year at her high school. Yazawa Nico had only gotten more and more adamant about being upfront about it with them as time went on. She had expressed the desire to tell them pretty much from the day Maki had confessed and they started going out, and she kept insisting on it no matter how many times the redhead tried to refuse. To be fair, Nico had brought up some decent points for her argument. Things like how hiding it from them would only cause mistrust when it finally came to light, and how it was better to be open and honest. But the Nishikino heiress was not in any sort of rush to explain to her traditional parents that she was not only dating another girl, but an aspiring idol on top of that. The more Nico kept pushing to tell them, the further Maki slid down a rabbit hole of stress. They had been dating for a month and a half, meaning that the bedwetting started after only two weeks. Most if not all of the maids in their house definitely knew about it by this point, after a whole month of having to do extra laundry because of it. It was humiliating and she just wanted it to end. Hoping that if she were to just get it over with, this shameful event would stop repeating itself, she finally gave in and set up plans for it. Later that night, Nico would come over and have dinner with them, and at some point during the visit, she’d tell Maki’s parents about their relationship. But if how the simple act of waking up went was any indicator, this would be a really bad day. With a great sigh, the young Nishikino heiress slowly got up, reminding herself to let a maid know to wash her sheets on the way out. This was going to be a long day. Rather surprisingly, dinner went pretty well. At the very least, Nico didn’t say anything particularly unfit for her hosts. She handled herself remarkably well, better than Maki knew was possible for her. Towards the end, when the maids carried away their remaining plates and Maki’s parents were getting ready to leave the room, the third year came out and just said it. That she was dating their daughter. The Nishikino heiress had no idea how she got the courage, but she did. That was right about the moment, looking back on it, when everything went straight to hell. Maki’s father’s initial reply wasn’t too bad. He simply said “I see.” Her mother had a more positive reaction – she actually smiled, at least – but she didn’t stick around for long. Well, more like she seemed to just get the hell out of Dodge. She left the room very quickly, as if she were running away from something. When her father also reached the door, he turned around. He asked a rather blunt question. “Could you have one of the maids show her out and meet me in the family room? There is something we need to discuss.” After that, he briskly left. From that alone, Maki knew she was just about screwed. In order to delay the inevitable, she decided, she would take Nico to the door herself. So she grabbed her partner’s hand and dragged her along. The third year asked why, but she didn’t get any kind of response other than the hand around hers tightening. The walk from the kitchen to the front door seemed to go by too quickly. It barely felt like any time had passed at all, even though the walk supposedly lasted at least a few minutes. Once they got there, the twin-tailed girl waited patiently – they were still holding hands, so she couldn’t exactly leave. After a few seconds, the redhead spoke, voice trembling ever so slightly. “I have no idea what he’s going to do,” she admitted, running her free hand through her bangs. “But I don’t have a good feeling about it.” “Do you want me to stay?” Nico asked, squeezing her partner’s hand reassuringly. Maki shook her head, giving a squeeze back before letting go. “That could make him worse. And I’m not sure I’m okay with dragging you into the family discussion that’s about to happen.” “Okay. If you want, you can tell me how it went later,” the third year replied. She leaned in for a quick hug, then made her way for the door. “I’ll stay up until I get a text from you.” “All right… bye.” The door opened, then closed behind the older girl on her way out. And just like that, Maki was alone. No one else to face her father with. Her mother ran out specifically to avoid dealing with what she knew was coming. But unfortunately, the high schooler couldn’t exactly run from this discussion. So she made her way to the family room. Contrary to her first trip across the house, this one seemed to drag on forever. She wasn’t exactly hurrying, but it seemed almost as if time itself slowed down this time. But eventually, she made it to the place where her father was waiting. He was normally very strict about the usage of his time, but for once, he didn’t even comment about being made to wait. He just eyed her until she sat down in the chair across from him, then spoke in a calm, collected, yet harsh voice. “That girl. She has no money, no power, no status, no influence,” he built up to what they both knew was coming. “You must break up with her.” She knew it was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier. Though she had to admit, all things considered, it was actually rather strange that he didn’t even use the obvious fact that Nico was another girl as part of his argument. Under any other circumstances, she would have just said ‘okay’ and moved on, to cut her losses so to speak. But this was different. They didn’t always get along, but she loved Nico… and the older girl loved her. This wasn’t something she could simply give up on. She had a right to be happy, and she had a right to become happy how she wanted to. With this in mind, she said a single word… “No.” He didn’t exactly take being refused by his own daughter for the first time in his life very well. “You will break up with her.” “I won’t!” But she wasn’t going to cave just because he said it more forcefully. He actually seemed taken aback by this. She’d never done this before, so it made sense that he’d be surprised. The initial shock on his face wore down into contemplation. He seemed to be considering something. Finally, after a full five seconds, he took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and spoke. “Fine. Do as you like. But there will be consequences for your actions. You are now dismissed for the night.” All things considered, she really got off lighter than she expected to. In the end, he allowed her to keep dating Nico… but at the same time, the threat of consequences definitely scared her. Her mind kept running away with it as she texted her partner back and forth. She kept imagining these worst case scenarios, then kept having to convince herself over and over again that her own father wouldn’t go that far. But she couldn’t really help it… This was the first time she’d ever told her father ‘no’ about anything. She’d never done it before, so she’d never had consequences for it before, either. She had no idea what to expect. It was downright terrifying, though she’d never admit that to anyone. All the worrying she did wore her out quicker than usual. It seemed to take forever, but she actually ended up falling asleep a full hour before she usually did. The first thing Maki noticed when she woke up was a dull, constant pain in her lower back, right above her rear end. Still sort of in a daze, she absently wondered what could be causing it. She was laying on her stomach, but the pain seemed closer to her back than her front, so she couldn’t have laid on it wrong… she didn’t really toss and turn in her sleep, either. But hadn’t she gone to bed laying on her back…? The second thing she noted was that for the first time in several days, her sheets didn’t feel wet. But… that was strange. Her crotch still felt really damp, but nowhere else did. How could that be? She slowly reached her right hand down to touch her underwear… and was greeted by the third thing she noticed, which almost immediately woke her up. Where she should have felt lace panties tight against her skin, she felt a smooth, soft plastic sensation that actually stuck out at least several centimeters from her body. What had originally been intended to be a soft caress turned into a frantic pat as she tried to discern just what she was feeling. Whatever she was wearing was far, far thicker than normal underwear, and seemed kind of squishy, too. Well, she was wide awake by that point. She quickly sat up, pulled off the covers and looked down at her crotch… and everything clicked into place. What she was wearing was an adult-sized disposable diaper. The wetness she felt around her crotch but nowhere else was because the padding inside of the garment was positively soaked. To her even greater confusion, though the diaper was clearly sized for either teens or adults, its appearance didn’t reflect that. It had babyish designs printed all over the sides of the front panel – though the heavily-yellowed center of the protective garment seemed to have no designs. Though she’d heard of the designs fading away when wet before, so maybe that was what happened. Either way, she needed answers. When and how was she put in a diaper without it waking her up? And why did it seem to have the design of an oversized baby diaper? Was this what her father meant by ‘consequences’? If so, why did he go for these instead of normal adult diapers like the ones at the hospital? First things first, Maki decided, she should probably change into some normal underwear. She couldn’t exactly walk around the house like this, much less go anywhere else. Plus, the garment currently fastened around her crotch was quite wet, making it very thick and kind of uncomfortable. She got up out of bed, noting as she stood that she felt kind of woozy, as if she’d recently come off of an anesthetic of some sort. What exactly had happened to her while she slept…? She tried to walk over to her dresser, but with the newfound unfamiliar bulk in between her legs, waddle would be a more appropriate term. As she moved, she noticed a distinct crinkling sound coming from the cause of her waddle. Once she made it to her dresser, she pulled open the top drawer, where she stored her underwear… and her eyes widened in astonishment at the sight that greeted her. All of her panties were gone – not a single one remained. In their place was pile upon pile of diapers like the one she wore. In her mild shock, the picked one up and studied it. The childish designs seemed to be animal-themed, much like the one she was wearing. However, a crucial difference was that down the center of the one in her hand, and all the other ones in the drawer, there were light-colored paw print designs. She looked back to the one already on her, concluding that the absence of those paws was because the whole front of the garment was yellowed with urine. She also noticed, through looking at the still-folded diaper in her hand, that even unused, they were still really thick, far more so than normal medical-grade diapers. As she put it back where she picked it up from, she noticed something on top of her dresser that hadn’t been there the night before. A small, white envelope that didn’t appear to have been sealed. She picked it up, opened it, and took out the contents: a single piece of paper. On it, she found a page’s worth of words addressed to her, in what she recognized as her father’s handwriting. She began to read, her hands somewhat shaky in anticipation. Dear Maki, I am a man of my word. If that is what you truly believe will make you happy, you may date that girl for however long you like. And to show that I respect your decision to stay with her, I will not make you go through any marriage interviews like what I had been discussing with you before. You have made your choice, and as your father, I will stand by you either way. It was a nice opening paragraph, she had to admit. It was good to know that she still had her family’s support, even though she was dating another girl. But at the same time, it didn’t answer even one of the questions created when she woke up this morning. If anything, it only muddied the waters. So she kept reading, hoping to find out more about just what had happened. But just as I kept my word about allowing you to date her, I have also kept my word about there being consequences for your actions. This is not just a consequence for your defiance, but also for the fact that you are fifteen years old, yet you apparently cannot keep your sheets dry most nights. I will now explain the new rules of this house that have come into play as a result. You would to best to read them carefully and abide by them without resistance. Well, that was a complete tone shift. Straight from acceptance to punishment. To add insult to injury, the maids had apparently told Maki’s father about her bedwetting… she felt her face flush just thinking about how that conversation went. She couldn’t exactly stop reading at that point, so she fought to keep her blush down as she continued on. First and foremost, you are to wear diapers at all times, whether in the house or otherwise. No other underwear (with the exception of bras) will be permitted for you. As such, I have had the maids take all your disallowed underwear away until further notice and replace them with diapers. I can assure you that the ones in the drawer are of the highest quality in terms of performance, but if you cannot tolerate the designs, then you must buy your own diapers. I must warn you, however, that the ones you will find in stores will be vastly inferior to the ones you already have, which will mean changing much more frequently to prevent leaks. Even after just reading the first rule, she already felt like she was being nailed into a coffin. Why force her to wear them all the time? She didn’t need them during the day at all! But she also noticed that he seemed to have researched this a whole lot… and the supplies in her drawer must have been from online. Which meant he had been planning this for at least several days, and that the defiance aspect may not have had anything to do with it at all, since it just happened the night before. With a great sigh, she kept reading. Second, while in this house, the only kind of covering you are allowed to wear is a skirt or dress. This is to make checking the state of your diaper, as well as changing you if need be, easier. For that reason, the maids have also removed all pants and shorts from your room until further notice. If you want to wear them while out of the house, such as for school or outings, then you must come to a maid before leaving and ask them to get it for you. But be warned that wearing those types of bottoms, especially if they are tight, will make it easier for onlookers to notice the diaper underneath. Maki didn’t even bother checking her dresser for this. After replacing all her underwear with diapers, why would he bother bluffing about taking all her pants? But still, this was getting to be ridiculous. And she’d probably need to go buy some more longer skirts with Nico, because she didn’t exactly have a whole bunch that would totally safely hide the bulk of a diaper, especially one as thick as these. She kept reading after shaking her head at the insanity. Those are the new rules. And to ensure that you follow them without resistance, I have taken measures to keep you obedient. I’m sure that by now, you’ve noticed the pain in your lower back. I know you’re wondering why it is there. What happened is this: last night, I had someone surgically implant a device in you. This device senses when you need to pee by intercepting the nerve signals normally sent to your brain, then responds by making your bladder to empty on its own, regardless of your consent. Which means that as of right now, you are bladder incontinent. You now need diapers all the time. In three months’ time, I will consider taking it out and giving you your old clothes back. Until then, it is not up for discussion. Sincerely, Your father The redhead sunk to her knees in despair as the letter dropped to the ground. This was… this was going too far! Why would he go to such lengths to do this to his own child? It didn’t make sense, and it was wrong on so many levels! Right on cue, she noticed an odd sensation. The sudden warmth down there and the feeling of liquid pooling around her crotch, it was unmistakable. It felt like she was peeing. But she hadn’t even felt the urge to go at all. The device he talked about really did intercept the signals… Tears began building up in the corners of her eyes as the stream of urine she couldn’t even control slowed to a dribble, then stopped entirely. It had been bad enough to slowly lose her bladder control at night, but this… this was worse. She went from just wetting when she slept right to having no control of her pee whatsoever. Even if she had them, she couldn’t keep her panties dry anymore. She really… needed diapers. The thought was enough to make the tears start rolling down her face. She leaned against the dresser as her whole body began to shake with misery. She had no idea how she was going to make it through an entire month of this, let alone three… For the next thirty minutes, anyone who came close enough to her room could clearly hear the sound of her pitiful sobs. Yeah, I know. I wrote Maki into a pretty horrible position. But before I inevitably get asked “isn’t what her dad did illegal?”, I’m going to just come right out and say that it definitely is by American standards. Not quite sure if it’s also illegal in Japan, where they live, since I don’t know how their legal system works, but… well, it’s going to be a bit more complicated than ‘he went too far, he goes to jail.’ That said, I’m sure that people have a lot more questions to ask about this, since I left a whole lot of unanswered ones. If you go ahead and ask them, I’ll make sure that they get answered in part two or three. And for those of you thinking I’m a total asshole or something to that effect for writing such an unfair fanfic… you’d best just leave this one if you don’t think you can tolerate this kind of story. Not gonna lie, it gets even worse in part two. So if you were uncomfortable reading this one, then sorry to say, you’re not going to like where it goes next installment, either. I may give her some sort of happy ending in part three if I feel like it, but chances are, that one is going to be unfair, too. Well, I stayed up later than I planned to in order to finish this. I hope it was worth it. Let me know what you thought of it if you have the time! See you next time!
  17. WriterForce6XV

    Love Live: Leaking Love

    I said I’d release part one of this fanfic soon, but I didn’t really expect it to be tonight. Well, I guess it’s a good thing… except now I’m fresh out of ideas for how to start part two. What a tradeoff. So, this is my first ever fanfic for Love Live. And it’s also Eli/Umi, my favorite pairing (random side note, Yukiiti/TMNR’s Eli/Umi doujins are amazing and I’m sort of basing some parts of this fanfic off of them). I’m really nervous that I screwed something up… Umi is probably out of character. And really, only one other character even shows up this time, being Eli. She’s probably out of character, too, though it might be harder to tell since she only gets a few lines. Sorry if I’m right and they are OOC. But to be fair, I’ve never watched or read Love Live, so just about everything I know of the series comes from canon compliant doujins. That aside, it’s worth pointing out that I am now officially the first person on the internet to do a Love Live ABDL fanfic. Cool, I pioneered it! Now people who actually have watched the series and know what they’re doing can follow in my footsteps, right? … Right? No? I gotta be the one to do it? Okay then, I was planning to do more anyway… You can start reading now. This rambling note is already too long. Leaking Love Part One: Conventional Solutions to Unconventional Problems She should have been happy. She should have been positively ecstatic about this development. She had been invited to the house of her crush for all of Valentine ’s Day weekend, since the holiday was apparently on a Saturday this year. But instead of being joyful, excited or the like, all Sonoda Umi felt was an overwhelming sense of dread and nervousness. Why did she feel so negatively about it? Well, there were a few reasons. First off, the lesser reason: the context of the invite, which had just been sent to her from her crush, Ayase Eli, via text message a few seconds ago. She invited Umi over for making Valentine’s chocolate for the other members of Muse, along with lots to distribute to their fans. Even if she was being invited over on Valentine’s Day, there was nothing romantic about it. But being at her crush’s place on such a weekend, she was worried she’d slip up and say something that revealed her feelings. While thinking this and staring at the text from Eli, another one came into the feed. It was short and to the point. “You don’t have to answer as a text. I’m right behind you.” Umi turned around to find the object of her thoughts standing amongst the bustle of other students behind her. Not only that, but she was mere centimeters apart from her, holding her phone in her hand. The blunette instinctively recoiled backwards in shock, hitting the door of her open locker in the process. And at the same time, she felt her underwear grow a little warm and damp as her bladder released a tiny spurt of pee into it. She managed to stem the flow before it got bad enough to be noticeable to people (as in, none of it overflowed onto the ground), but her face still gained a bright pink tint. This was the second reason why she was not at all looking forward to the prospect of spending an entire weekend with Eli. Whenever the quarter-Russian touched her or got too close, Umi tended to lose control of her bladder in short bursts and end up wetting herself a little. She knew it wasn’t the direct reason why, but it ended up causing it to happen every time, and the result was what mattered. “D-don’t sneak up on me like that…” Umi said breathlessly, putting a hand over her recklessly beating heart. “I wasn’t planning to,” the blonde responded with a bright, slightly mischievous smile. “But you just seemed so focused, I thought I’d see how close I could get without you noticing. Considering I sent that text from right over your left shoulder…” That sent the second year’s imagination off right away. She found herself thinking of Eli tapping away on her phone right over her shoulder… and suddenly, she had to make a real conscious effort to avoid her bladder leaking again. Even imagining her senior in close proximity would cause her to wet herself if she wasn’t careful. Actually, her imagination was more dangerous than the blonde herself in that regard. If she started imagining things like this when she wasn’t already making an effort to hold it, the accident could be much more severe than minor leakage. Naturally, she couldn’t talk about this with anyone. Partially because, due to the reason behind it, the embarrassment of speaking of it could likely cause it to happen. And partially because she really had no desire to let anybody else know that even as a second year in high school, she still had problems wetting herself. “Please don’t tease me so much,” Umi pleaded, even though she knew it would fall on deaf ears. “Nope! It’s too fun to just stop doing it as often,” came the immediate response accompanied by a disproportionately bright beam of a smile. “So, about the proposal I made on the phone. Will you please help me out? I can’t do it all by myself. And I’m sure Alisa would be happy to see you.” “I-I…” all things considered, she had initially planned to refuse. But faced with the pleading look Eli gave her, she just couldn’t resist. “Okay.” “Thanks so much!” Eli responded with a near-shout and a sudden lunge forward, wrapping the blunette in a fierce hug. The sudden and huge contact was enough to totally override her attempts to hold her bladder for a second or so before she finally regained her composure. If there wasn’t a puddle on the floor before, there probably was then. The blonde pulled away soon enough, saying she was going on ahead to practice by herself. Umi quickly got the rest of what she needed, closed her locker, and left the scene herself, not wanting to call unwanted attention to the small pool of yellow liquid that she had noticed below the spot in front of her locker. “This problem is getting out of hand…” Umi’s habit of saying what she was on her mind while in deep thought acted up, and she ended up saying this aloud without realizing it about five minutes after she finished her homework and was left with just her mind to entertain herself. The problem she was thinking about was her pee problem, of course. When her thoughts were allowed to wander, they typically drifted to either Eli, her wetting, or both. Her feelings for Eli weren’t really the cause of her tendency to have lapses in bladder control. But at the same time, they did contribute to the problem, so to speak. What really caused her bladder to involuntarily relax seemed to be her heart rate. More specifically, whenever her heart beat too fast, she would lose control unless she had already been making a conscious effort to hold it beforehand. And she couldn’t really do that for very long at once, so just holding her bladder all day wasn’t a viable option. She’d had this problem all her life – it was the reason she grew up to be so level-headed and serious most of the time. When she was younger and more easily caught off guard, her family kept her in pull-ups, or, as they called them, training panties to deal with it, but after she turned ten, they couldn’t rationalize keeping her in them any longer, so they had her wear regular underwear from that point on. She personally wouldn’t have minded staying in pull-ups longer, since it kept the rest of her clothes from getting wet, but her family was more concerned with the public opinion than hers. She also knew that her take on the matter was probably skewed back then, since she had more or less worn protective undergarments of some sort all her life until that point, so it was all she knew. Fortunately, as she grew up and became harder to disconcert, the accidents naturally lessened as well. From around age eleven to fifteen, she very rarely leaked even a little – she could count the number of times it happened on one hand and have more than one finger left over. But then she joined Muse and had to participate in lives… and also met and befriended Eli. The quarter-Russian girl quickly grew fond of teasing her the closer they got, which often involved startling her or making physical contact in embarrassing ways. And just like that, Umi was given a hard reminder of the existence of her lifelong troubles with her bladder. They kept getting closer and closer, and before long, the blunette realized she had fallen in love with the third year. Unfortunately, the newfound awareness of her feelings only made her wetting problem that much harder to deal with. She wanted to stay close with Eli, even in spite of how unreliable her bladder could be in the other girl’s presence. Recently, the problem had gotten much worse. Mainly because she seemed to be having more and more daydreams that caused her heart to race, and thus, caused her to lose control. And because she was daydreaming, it took her much longer to realize and stem the flow, which led to much bigger, more noticeable accidents. It had gotten to the point where she had started keeping extra underwear and skirts to school to change into just in case, and pretty regularly having to make use of them. Even that was starting to be an inadequate measure. And since she did her own laundry in order to keep her family from finding out, she just ended up creating more work for herself that way. It was clear that she needed to do something to prevent her accidents from causing so much damage. Umi looked over at her closet, weighing her options. She had some things in there she recently bought online that she knew would fix the problem. But if she were to use them, she’d need to keep it a secret from basically everyone she knew, including her family, Honoka, Kotori, and… Eli. Her sister was out of the house and her parents didn’t search her things or clean her room, so it would be possible to keep it a secret from them. As for her childhood friends… it was doubtful. They usually saw right through her, so if she acted even the slightest bit off, they were liable to notice and try to get the information out of her. But with how much she’d been spacing out lately, that was liable to happen anyway. In regards to Eli… she was the only one where it absolutely made sense to use the things in her closet. Because she was more likely to be found out sooner or later if she didn’t do it and kept wetting herself like normal. The puddles she left in the hallways of the school from when the third year got too close had turned from tiny droplets into miniature pools. Eventually, the quarter-Russian would look down after hugging or startling her and see that there was pee on the floor. She’d bought the things in her closet two weeks prior, the package arriving one week later, and due to indecision and anxiety, Umi had yet to try them out. But the problem only seemed to be getting worse with time. She was beginning to think she was already having a harder time hiding the signs of her accidents than she would if she just used the things she was so afraid to try. She only had a few minutes before she had to go to bed, so trying them on right then would be a moot point, she concluded. She would revise her decision about them in the morning, as she always did. When she woke up three hours early and immediately noticed the cold, clammy feeling beneath her, Umi decided it was about time she stopped pretending she could get by without the things in her closet. She had been dreaming about Eli, and apparently it had been exciting enough to cause her to wet the bed. This was probably the tenth time this had happened in the past collective month – which meant one in four mornings, she was forced to wash sheets soaked with her pee. Which would normally mean that she would be used to it. But this one in particular was especially bad – the area that got soaked went from her thighs all the way up to her mid-back. She had to wonder if she’d wet in her sleep more than once. That was it. Enough was enough. She needed to do something about this problem before people found out due to her negligence. But first, she had to fix the more immediate problem: she needed to shower and then wash her sheets. For once, she was grateful that her sleep had been interrupted, since it gave her time to hide the evidence. Luckily, she managed to get up, get her sheets (along with her pajamas and stained underwear from the day before) in the laundry, take a shower, and get some new clothes on before her parents woke up. She didn’t really need to worry about her mattress – she had had this bed since before her wetting problems temporarily tapered off, and nobody had ever really bothered to take off the plastic sheet used to protect it. So her increasing count of bedwetting episodes wouldn’t damage the mattress. But this also meant she had to clean the plastic sheet off every time, as a sort of small tradeoff. By the time she was done with all those things, Umi had about thirty minutes before her parents would get up for the day. They normally rose before she did, but fortunately, she woke up drastically early every time she wet the bed, which gave her ample time to erase the evidence without them being awake and wondering what she was doing. And today, it also gave her time to try on the things in her closet. She walked up to the door and opened it, pulling out a large brown shipping package from the floor and taking it over to her bed. She had already cut the packing tape on it to get it open around the time it arrived in the mail, but every time she moved to get its contents out, she always got cold feet and ended up putting it back in her closet to wait until the next time she decided to reevaluate her decision. She could feel the usual anxieties that she experienced every time she tried this creeping back into her mind, but this time, she decided she wouldn’t give them an outlet. If she was ever going to go through with it, she needed to just stop thinking about it and do it. She knew that once she made this choice, she’d probably never go back on it. But she also knew that, all things considered, she might not even want to go back after passing the point of no return. It could even end up being better for her in the long run to just do it instead of thinking her way out of it like usual. Resolving herself and steeling her nerves, Umi opened the box, but didn’t look inside, instead directing her gaze at the covers to the left of it. She decided it would be easier if she just got things out by feel, rather than looking at them. With how nervous she got before this point every time, looking at the supplies in the box all at once could make her heart rate go up enough to make her wet herself. And she’d just put her uniform on, so she didn’t want to get it dirty. She reached in, rooting through its contents until her hand grasped a bottle-like container. She pulled it out and set it down on the bed to the left, allowing her to se it. It was an indigo bottle with the kind of lid that reminded her of premade seasoning containers. Although, this container was much bigger than a seasoning bottle. It was pretty clear what it was even without looking at the brand name. She reached into the box again, this time grabbing a small, very thick, squishy, kind of cold rectangular item from the bottom, the packaging of which made noise when she gripped it. She pulled it out and set it down next to the bottle, looking at it appraisingly. It was a package of wet wipes. She probably wouldn’t need to use these this time, with how she’d just taken a shower and all. The rest of the contents of the box had already been removed from their initial packaging back on the day it arrived in the mail. She had considered using them then, but ultimately decided not to. But at this point, she’d had enough of having to clean up after herself so much. It had to stop. So she reached in with both hands and grabbed the last two things (well, one of each – there were multiple in there). After she set them down on the bed, she looked at them, thinking glumly about what she had been reduced to. They were, plainly put, the components of an adult sized cloth diaper. A dark blue waterproof cover with Velcro fastenings on the sides, and a very long strip of white, thick, absorbent cloth that was meant to be folded and layered inside of the cover. This was the only thing she could think of that would keep her from having to do so much extra laundry to wash the pee off her clothes and sheets. But it was understandably hard to make the decision to put herself back in diapers, so she’d put it off for quite a while. But by this point, she was causing more damage by wetting herself in normal underwear than diapers themselves would cause if someone close to her found out. She couldn’t delay it any longer. She grabbed all the things she’d taken out of the box and put them on the floor, then walked over to her bedroom door and locked it, since she’d forgotten to earlier. After that, she went back over to where she’d set everything down and sat beside it, beginning the coming process by opening the cover up and layering the cloth properly before placing it inside. Next, she removed her skirt and set it off to the side, revealing her nude lower half – because she’d planned all morning to do this, she hadn’t put any panties on when she got out of the shower. She lifted her behind up before positioning the open diaper under herself, making sure it was perfectly centered before lowering herself onto it. Umi’s first impressions of her new underwear were that the cloth was really soft. But she didn’t dwell on this for long – she still had stuff left to do. She grabbed the indigo container, which held baby powder inside, and unscrewed the cap in order to undo the seal. Once that was done, she put the cap back on and twisted it so that the holes on top were open, then sprinkled a liberal amount onto her privates. After closing and setting the bottle down, she rubbed the power into her lower region, being sure to get all the necessary areas covered. Finally, she laid down on her back – she’d read online that this process was much easier to do laying down or standing than it was sitting. She had to take a second to readjust the diaper’s position, since it moved when she lay back. Once done adjusting, she pulled the front of the layered cloth up in between her legs and over her powdered privates. She made sure that was a snug fit before pulling up the side panels of the diaper cover and holding them there with one hand. Using her free hand, she pulled up the front of the dark blue diaper cover and, finally, fastened the Velcro on each side. That was it. She was done. Sonoda Umi was officially back in diapers. She sat back up and grabbed her skirt, putting it back on before standing up and smoothing it out. She went over to her bedroom mirror, trying various poses to see how easily the skirt would ride up enough to expose the padding underneath. She found out a couple things through this. First off, bending over even halfway was a really bad idea unless she wanted to give people a pretty substantial view of her new underwear. Second, just as the seller had advertised online, these diapers were essentially silent, no matter how she moved, unlike disposables, which crinkled loudly with movement. This type of protective undergarment was also much softer and more comfortable than the pull-ups she wore until age ten. She’d go as far as to call it a nostalgic feeling. She didn’t know if it was normal for people to remember the feeling of being in diapers or the time when they were toilet training, but for her, the effort lasted long enough (and was unsuccessful enough) that she never really ended up forgetting it. She had been more or less kept in diapers until she started going to school at age five, which is when her family switched her to pull-ups. In a sense, Umi mused, she’d never really been completely potty-trained, though whether that was even possible for her was unclear. The only reason she ever really stopped wearing diapers was because her family was concerned with how the public would view her for never being able to grow out of them. The same went for the pull-ups that followed them. Which meant that whether she ever really stopped needing protection on a functional level even temporarily was unknown. Though, if she were being honest with herself, she probably never did, since the problems themselves apparently never went away, only going dormant for a while. Once done with the mirror, she went over and looked at the clock by her bed. She had about twenty minutes before her parents would wake up. She had already gotten the sheets out of the laundry and put them away – it was what she was doing right before she got her first standard diaper in ten years on – so that meant she didn’t really have much else to do. Except, as she realized with a quick look to her bed, putting her new supplies away. After that, she decided she’d make herself something for breakfast. Around the start of first period, Umi found a glaring flaw in her decision to put herself back in diapers. Specifically, that they kind of prevented her from using the restroom normally. When she felt the need to urinate towards the beginning of first period, she asked to use the bathroom out of habit, but once there, she realized that it would probably be really hard to take off her diaper and put it back on in a restroom stall. So she went back to class without emptying her bladder. Which, not twenty minutes later, she realized was a big mistake. For breakfast that morning, she’d had tea as her drink. Which made her have to pee more and more frequently, or in cases like this, made the need grow faster. With just ten minutes left in class, she had to fidget to keep the need from completely destroying her ability to focus. But after thinking about it a little, she realized she was kind of being silly about this. She was wearing a diaper to contain her pee. And she was going to end up using it at some point. What did it matter whether it happened then or later? And she wouldn’t be going to the bathroom again anytime soon, since she’d just gone, which meant that whether she let it happen or not, she’d end up wetting herself soon. Better to just get it over with. With a small sigh, Umi stopped fidgeting and relaxed. Only, nothing happened. She didn’t just start peeing. She had an idea as to why, though, which fortunately also came with a way to fix it. Acting on her assumption, she slid forward in her seat until most of the pressure between the chair and her was on her rear end. Then, she took a deep, calming breath. The trickle started on her exhale. She felt the absorbent cloth pressed up against her begin to grow warm as the flow grew from a small dribble to a miniature torrent. The relief was immense, and she knew that if anybody was looking, it might have been showing on her face. Finally, the stream slowed to a halt, ending about how it began: in a slow dribble. She instinctively reached down and touched the front of her diaper with her hand through her skirt, pressing the padding up against herself as a less overt way of checking how wet she was. While she could notice the dampness, she felt that it could definitely take another incident like this before she needed a change. Two feelings bubbled up from deep within her. The first was a sense of liberation. With a diaper on, she didn’t have to worry about pee getting on her clothes whenever she leaked. As was just proven, the garments could easily take not just her usual minor leakage, but full blown wettings as well. Which also meant she could daydream all she wanted about Eli without any repercussions. It was a great, freeing feeling. The second feeling was guilt. She was fifteen years old. She was supposed to be able to hold in her pee no matter what. But here she was, wearing an adult-sized diaper because she couldn’t trust herself to keep her underwear or sheets dry. Not only that, but she peed in it of her own free will, too. How far had she fallen…? Of the two, the liberating feeling was much stronger, though they sort of went hand in hand here. Umi decided right then and there that wearing diapers wasn’t so bad after all. She functionally needed them anyway. And at least for the moment, she was okay with that. You know, even two months ago, I didn’t think I’d ever write for Love Live. Ever. Not once. I simply don’t know enough about the series, and it’s also generally not my genre, since my standard genre is action-suspense-drama over on FFN. But then I wrote a one-shot for K-ON. And then I wrote another. And then I wrote the first chapter of what may become an absurdly long fanfic for it. And then it hit me that if I can write frigging K-ON and not screw up so badly that everyone flames me, then I can probably write Love Live, too. I know about the same of both series and they’re kind of in the same field of anime, after all. Despite this being totally out of my element, I must admit that I’m having a blast with it. That goes for my Love Live and K-ON stuff. It’s been great! And people don’t hate what I’m putting out (that I know of at least…), which is awesome. And since I don’t write ABDL stuff a whole lot and therefore don’t have a huge group of fans, I feel like the views I get here count for more than the ones I get with my pre-existing stupidly large fan base on FFN that just eats up whatever crap I produce regardless of the quality. If this keeps up, I may have to start writing ABDL stuff more regularly and actually make a name for myself. Till next time!
  18. "Bring....bring...brin..." I slapped my alarm clock down and kicked off my covers. Another sch...no wait it's a public holiday! Yay! I thought, dropping back down on my bed. "Morning Jennifer," my mother called, her figure materialising over me. "Gosh, you had a wet one last night." She was referring to my diapers, which were partly visible beneath my Pyjama bottoms. I've been a massive bedwetter since birth and my mother always insists on changing me. It's just on of the unwritten rules of the house that I can't break. She and Dad (very rare--stopped changing me at about eight) would always tape on my diaper before bed and remove it in the morning. I've only diapered myself once during a sleepover. To school, I wear pullups, or rather those Goodnites for Girls and bring an extra pair in case I neededed to change. Rolling over as I've done for my sixteen years, my mother places a rather large changing mat on top of my sheets. I used to have a child-szie one but soon this one appeared. Don't ask me where my mother bought them from--she would never tell me where most of the diaper supplies come from. Swiftly she untaped my soggy nappy. "Looks like the sun is in full force today," I commented, noticing it shining through my window. "Yeah, it's going to be a scorcher, "my mom replied, wiping my vulva with quite a number of baby wipes. Yes baby ones, it's always been those. I yelped as I always did. "Jenn, you're so old and yet your not used to the wipes?" "You know I always...ow! ow! react to different temperatures, Mom," she was wiping my anal region as I talked. I always asked her why since I only have no bladder control at night. She says it's for hygienic reasons. Whatever. Finally done, I roll over as she unpack another fresh Tena Slip Maxi. Lately my wetting accidents at school have been more frequent and I even peed once in my boyfriend's car--I was wearing protection luckily. Yeah, my mom checks my underwear all the time. So now the new rule is wear diapers as long as I'm at home. Or during long family trips or when shopping with her and dad. The new diaper taped on and with the usual that's it, she said, "Breakfast is waiting. Don't take too long to change." "In that case I''l head strait down, after I brush my teeth," I said. Sauntering into the bathroom, I was struck immediately by the heat, even though the windows there were closed. Coming out, I decided to just wear my diapers and my night T-shirt downstairs. I usually do that in the summertime since wear a bottom would increase the heat around the padding between my legs. "Jenn! Put something on!" My mom screamed, seeing my dress code.My breasts were quite visible through my shirt. "Mom, it's not like you haven't seen me in this dress code before," I grumbled, sitting at the table and pouring myself some juice. "Morning Dad." "Morning baby girl." "DAD!" I exclaimed. He knows I hate it when he calls me that. "Well, the way you're dressed..." "Horace!" My mom interjected. "Still Jenn, put on a bra especially in front of your father." "You know I've stayed in the house like this before, " I grumbled in return, biting into a piece of bacon. "What do you have planned today?" My father asked, changing the subject. "Nothing really. Jon's got to to work at his temporary shift. I'll check what to do." "Well don't get stuck in the house all day," Dad replied. Breakfast over, her announced he was off for his tennis game. "Come give Daddy a hug." I did so, my 34B breasts pressing against his stomach--I'm quite short. Patting my nappy, he waved goodbye to us. Ugh, I hate it when he does that! Back in my room, I opened the window, remembering to close the blinds--my room wasn't exactly visible to the street outside, but just ot be on the safe side. Clicking on the room fan, I switched on labtop and scanning around my social media sites, most of my friends were busy with their own schedules. I thus moved to my online fiction websites to read. As the minutes passed by, I felt my bladder fill up. Previously when diapered or nappied at home, mom would make me use the toilet and only pee in the Tena Slip if I couldn't make it in time. However, during this new phase wearing at home, she had allowed me to pee in my nappy. I figured out anyway that it would be a better use of the Tena Slip instead of stay in a dry one all day. So that's what I did as I read my stories. An hour into my web surfing, the heat of the room started to increase. Gosh, I thought, peeling off my night T-Shirt and fanning myself. Finally, I yanked off my shirt and threw a nearby shawl over myself. A little bit cooler, I thought. "Jenn!" I was shocked as my mom reappeared in my room again. Then again, I forgot that with this old house, my room door could never be locked properly. "What of earth--put proper proper clothes!" "Mom, the blinds are drawn and anyway, it's so freakin' hot," I countered. "Well, go take a shower; you're the only one who hasn't this morning." I usually shower early but since there was no school, what's the point? "Grr....ok, but you know that means..." That means mom taking off my diaper and wasting a good one--I had only peed once in it so far. Mom would never tape a diaper back once it was removed--yes that's a waste of it and costly but I didn't really care since she and Dad were the ones paying for my nappies and supplies. Finally naked, I entered the shower. True enough, it was refreshing shower--lucky I remembered to switch off the main heater. I took my time and played with myself. Yeah, strange that I get aroused playing with myself using my hands rather than being diapered nightly and now during the day at home. Tap off, I dried myself off, especially my vulva and wrapped my towel over me. At this point, I usually love just wearing a towel--a few minutes of being not in a nappy. Ok, I thought, mom would be calling anyway to tape a new nappy on. So I exited the room, expecting her to be there but she wasn't.
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  21. Master had always respected my choice to not tell my parents or my brother about the lifestyle Master and I chose for ourselves...until I got pregnant. Two weeks ago my parents and older brother learned something very new about their Anna. [ N O N - N E G O T I A B L E ] "It's not fair, Anna - I promised you, but you're pregnant with my child and I WILL be telling your parents...or rather, YOU will." Master offered, as we walked around Best Buy, my tiny hand in His - my bladder happily releasing into my diaper whenever it wanted. "Yes, Sir," I sighed, audibly - gaining me a disapproving look from my Owner. Out of new instinct, I placed my right palm over my growing belly and tried to feel the child within me. Master had moved on from the discussion and I knew He wouldn't be talking to me about it again -- Sir had made His decision. So, I stayed quiet - focusing on the baby and the growing diaper between my legs beneath one of the long dresses I always wore in public. "What about this one?" Master asked, pointing to a TV he wanted to buy for the living room. "Hmm? Oh, it's fine," I answered in a tone I immediately regretted and quickly looked to Master to judge His reaction. Genuine pouting is NEVER allowed and I knew it. Dropping my hand, Master turned towards me and wrapped His hand around my upper left arm. Not caring who was watching, He bunched my dress in his hands until the fabric was no longer covering my diaper...I didn't dare look around for onlookers. Noticing my diaper was full, Master nodded towards the bathroom and pointed with one hand, while tucking the front of my dress in the waist band of my diaper. "Go in the bathroom. Take off your diaper and return to me. You have three minutes. Go." That tone was absolutely gutting and I hurried off to the bathroom, already sobbing - ignoring any gawking expressions I rushed into the ladies room, flung off my diaper as a bit of pee dribbled down my leg; tugging my dress down around me, I almost ran to Master, standing before Him with my head down. Already my inner thighs were glistening with a new small stream, but I didn't dare move. "Why am I angry, Anna?" Master asked through gritted teeth, looking down at me as a tiny little speck of wet formed between my feet on the ugly Best Buy carpet. "B-be-because Your nothing started to have a hissy fit." I answered, always reverting to absolute submission when Master was angry. "You will walk, slowly to the front entrance and you will slowly walk to the car. Stand by the car and wait for me...facing the store - if I catch you trying to hide, your punishment will be worse. Do not speak to anyone, that includes me. Go. Now." It must have been the fear of Master's anger that caused my bladder to give up, completely - because I started gushing, and unable to stop it, I turned and slowly started walking to the exit - leaving a trail of piss behind me. When Master finally walked outside, thirty minutes later, I was soaked, standing on a wet spot on the asphalt and so incredibly eager to make Him happy again. Once we returned home, Master walked into the front door and waited for me to follow, stopping me to remove my dress before shoving it in my arms. "Go to the kennel," Master commanded, making my heart sink. I HATED the kennel -- "Your dress is your blanket," he almost growled, following me to the kennel (a rather large cage with plenty of room to be safe). With trepidation, I crawed inside, laid down and covered myself with my piss-soaked dress. Crouching down, once Master locked me in, He cradled my chin and pulled my gaze to His - a surprising gentleness in his touch, "They will love you the same," Master nodded and turned from me, shutting off the lights. It would be a long night.
  22. Chelsea made her way back to class conscious of her every move as the thick diaper between her legs crinkled. She had wrapped her jumper around her waist to conceal the bulge she was sure people would notice, especially the boys who she always catches checking out her perfect posterior. She arrived back at class and fortunately for her everyone was chatting in groups so no one payed attention to her walking back to her seat. She felt the diaper crinkle loudly as she sat on her chair. After a while Mrs Cole asked everyone to return to their seats and things were now much quieter, Chelsea tried her best to stay still to try and stop any noise from the diaper being heard. Mrs Cole was teaching some algebra. She had written some equations on the board which she wanted volunteers to answer. She looked around the class and no one volunteered. She then said "Chelsea how about you you've been unusually quiet today you can come up to the board and complete the question" "I'd rather not miss" she replied "come on Chelsea you're not getting away with it that easily, up you get". She stood up slowly and made her way to the front of the class with everyone watching her. She could hear the diaper with every step she made and was just praying that no one else could notice the crinkling. She completed one question and then Mrs Cole said "seeing as your already up here and no one else volunteered you can do the other question as well". This was a problem because it was right at the top of the board and meant she would have to stretch which could expose her diaper. She did as the teacher asked and completed the question standing on her tiptoes when someone shouted out "nice granny panties Chels". Chelsea gave the boy an evil stare and just said "sorry but all my thongs were in the wash so for your information Dave yes I have granny panties on today" to which she got a few laughs. The teacher told her to go and sit back at her desk. She was extremely relieved to have got back to her chair, and also very lucky that her diaper hadn't been more exposed or people would have thought she was wearing more than just uncool panties. At the end of class Mrs Cole told the class that their would be a residential field trip next week. Everyone was really excited about the trip. She gave everyone their permission slips and dismissed the class. Chelsea managed to get through the rest of the day safely except for wetting her diaper in the afternoon break as she couldn't risk untaping it in the toilets and being discovered. It was the end of the day and she met up with Tina to wait for their mum to pick them up from school. Chelsea was ultra careful not to let her sister realise she was diapered. When they got in the car Tina made a comment that it smelled of pee. She then said "Chelsea have you peed your pants" to which Chelsea replied angrily "Tina shut the fuck up we've been through this i'm not a fucking baby so clearly no I haven't pissed myself." This response made Tina giggle, Tina then said to mum "can you smell anything as I'm sure I can smell pee though" "no Tina darling I can't smell anything, you must be imagining it". "If only they knew the truth" that Chelsea had wet herself on her way to the bathroom and that she was currently sat there in a soaking wet adult diaper. Tina loved trying to get at her sister but deep down it annoyed her that she had nothing to make fun of her about as her sister was really the perfect girl. Tina just dreamed that she had something on her sister that she could tease her about. The following week and it was the day Chelsea went away for three nights on a school residential. She made sure to pack enough diapers for the three nights, she packed four just in case she had an accident early in the night and needed a change. They arrived at the site where they would be staying for the trip. It was a lovely old fashioned mansion split up into dorms of six beds and a bathroom. The teachers didn't allow anyone to choose who they shared with, instead the teachers told each person which dorm they would be in. Chelsea headed up to the dorm she had been allocated to where she found she would be sharing with a couple of close friends but also a couple of people she didn't particularly get on with. They all picked their beds put their bags down and headed back downstairs where the teachers wanted everyone to meet for a group talk. The teachers had almost finished their talk when right at the end they requested Chelsea to report to the teachers office after the meeting which confused her a bit. Her friends were asking her why she had to go to the office to which she replied she didn't know. After the meeting she headed to the staff office where she was met by the trip co-ordinator Mrs Smith, she asked Chelsea to come in and close the door behind her. Mrs Smith said to Chelsea "the reason I've asked you to come here is because looking on your file here it says that you are a bedwetter and that you deal with it by wearing diapers. Chelsea was shocked hearing her teacher say this as the only other person that knew about her problem up until now was the school nurse. Chelsea was blushing deeply and just wanted the ground to swallow her up. "Look Chelsea I know this is embarrasing for you but I need to know whether you will require assistance with your diapers or do you like to deal with it yourself?" "I'll deal with it myself miss". "Ok that's understandable but you know where you are if you have any problems." "Thanks miss". With that she headed up to her dorm to meet with her friends where she was asked why she had to go to the teachers office to which she replied that said something to one of the other teachers that Mrs Smith wasn't very happy about. She was thinking about the file that Mrs Smith held up that concealed her diaper secret. She had a whole pile of paperback files on each student. Chelsea wondered what she might discover if she managed to get her hands on them. There was more than one person on the trip that Chelsea would happily humiliate if she had the chance. The girls started getting ready for bed as it was getting late. Chelsea waited for a good opportunity to get her pyjamas and diaper out of her bag. She did the same thing as she would do at home which was to conceal the diaper wrapping her pyjamas around it. She went into the bathroom to get changed and she noticed how the door wasn't very soundproof so firstly she put her pyjamas on and then very slowly unfolded her diaper pulling up her pyjama pants a bit to hold it in place. She carefully one by one opened the tabs and pulled the diaper tightly in place before sticking the tabs down. She pulled down her pyjamas to make sure she was happy with how the diaper was fitted. The diaper tightly hugged her hips which hopefully meant no leaks. She pulled her pj pants back up ensuring her diaper was not showing at all. As she walked in to the bedroom she was greeted by her friends Chloe and Maddie. Chloe said to Chelsea "I'm really envious of you Chels you look so cute in whatever you wear, it's like you've put them on and your curves look even better than normal especially your bum". "Welli'm flattered but i'm sure you're just making that up. It was soon time for lights out and for everyone to go to bed. Chelsea didn't have any trouble getting to sleep however she woke up at 3am, she put her hand down her pyjamas to confirm that her diaper was indeed wet. She wasn't sure whether she should change it or risk it possibly leaking. While she was pondering that she had another thought, what if she snuck downstairs, hopefully the staff office would be unlocked and she could look through everyone's personal files and maybe find out some peoples secrets. She thought well now is as good a time as any to try it so she checked that everyone else in her dorm was asleep and slowly made her way out of the dorm and downstairs. Chelsea got to the staff office and she prayed the door was unlocked. She turned the door handle and much to her delight the door opened. She shut the door behind her so she could use her phone light to see what she was doing. After a quick search she found everyone's files in one of the drawers. She picked them all up putting them on the desk. The first dozen or so files she looked at there was nothing really, the next file she looked at had the name Taylor Smith on it. Chelsea had never got on well with Taylor she had always been a bit of a school bully. She had often been mean to people often beating people up and being generally nasty. Apart from her small click of friends Taylor was not very popular. Chelsea would give anything to have some dirt on her. Chelsea opened her file, reading through it brought a massive smile to her face. It read as follows "Taylor has since childhood suffered with bedwetting, she prefers to deal with the issue by wearing an adult diaper. She occasionally suffers daytime incontinence also so often wears an adult diaper during the day also. She prefers to have someone help her with her diaper changes as she finds it difficult. Chelsea quickly checked the rest of the files, Taylor's was the only one worth looking at really. No one else except Chelsea herself had any real secrets stored there. Chelsea made her back to the dorm being very careful not to wake people, she got back in to bed and drifted off to sleep. She was awoken by one of the teachers shouting that it's time for breakfast. "Everyone is to come down as they are, you can all get changed after breakfast". Sammie who was one of the other girls in Chelsea's dorm , someone that Chelsea had never got on particularly well with asked to speak to the teacher. She said she really wasn't feeling very well and did he mind if she stayed in bed until she felt better. The teacher said yes that's fine come down later on if you feel better. Chelsea quickly checked her diaper was covered before pulling back her duvet. They all headed down for breakfast. Chelsea didn't feel comfortable going downstairs diapered so she made sure she was walking at the back so no one could look at her enlarged diaper bum. When she got down to the canteen she saw Taylor Smith, this put a bit of a smile on her face at the thought of exposing that bitches secret. She was happy to bide her time and wait for the right time to do it whether that be a few days or a few weeks. Taylor walked across in front of Chelsea and queued for food. Chelsea closely observed Taylor's bum to see if there was any sign of a diaper bulge. Taylor then dropped something on the floor, she bent over to pick it up, Chelsea could hear the telltale crinkle from Taylor's diaper, she also got a slight view of is as the plastic backing rose above the waitsline of her pyjamas as she bent over. This confirmed what Chelsea already knew, that Taylor still wears diapers. Back up in the dorm Sammie was there all alone. She realised she'd forgotten her phone charger and her phone was almost out of battery. She thought about whether to ask someone else if she could borrow theirs, but she decided the probably just say yes so she thought she'd have a look in people's bags to see if she could find one. Firstly she looked in Chloe's bag, she found her charger but realised it wouldn't fit her phone. So next she started looking through Chelsea's bag. She checked all of the side pockets first and found nothing, she then looked in the main compartment of the bag digging right to the bottom she thought "what the hell are these?" she lifted them out of Chelsea's bag realising they were adult diapers. She counted three adult diapers. She was absolutely speechless. "She must be a bedwetter" Sammie thought. "I can't believe that she still wets herself in her sleep and to think everyone thinks she's the hottest girl in the school, they won't think that when they find out about this". Sammie thought of the best thing she could do with the diapers. She decided for now to put them back in Chelsea's bag as she knew that everyone would be back from breakfast to get ready soon.
  23. Everyone returned to their dorms where there was still a lot of giggling going on about what they had just witnessed downstairs. Taylor was downstairs coming to terms with what had just happened. All those years of her establishing herself as the school bully were now over. She knew the only option for her now was probably to move schools where she wouldn't be tormented for her diapers. Back upstairs Sammie thought to herself "I don't know how Chelsea can sit there laughing about Taylor's diaper problem when she has the same issue herself". Sammie was thinking that Chelsea must have just got lucky last night to not have wet the bed without a diaper on. "Hopefully tonight she will wet the bed and everyone will see her for the diaper wearing bedwetter she is". As the day went on Taylor was tormented badly by everyone, one girl who Taylor had bullied in the past went up to her and pulled down her jeans and said to Taylor "where's your diaper you big baby, you don't want to have anymore accident now do you". This set Taylor off crying again which everyone laughed at. In the evening people were starting to get ready for bed. Chelsea took her pyjamas with her and went into the communal bathroom to get changed. She checked to find that her diaper was still hidden under the back of the toilet. She diapered herself, put her pj's on and went back to her dorm. Sammie thought to just check that Chelsea hadn't found her diapers which she hid from her in the dorm bathroom under the sink. Sammie went into the bathroom locking the door behind her. She reached under the sink pulling out the diapers, she counted one two three, they were all still there meaning Chelsea would likely wake up wet in the morning Sammie thought. At the same time Taylor was getting ready for bed, searching through her bag she found her diapers had been taken which she half expected really. She got herself ready for bed conceding that should she wet the bed as she usually did she would have to deal with the abuse she would get from everyone. She got a few comments from people like "hope you're wearing your bedwetting diaper" and "show us your diaper baby". All the dorms settled down for the night and before long everyone had drifted off to sleep. Taylor awoke at 2am and found she had soaked the bed. She felt really uncomfortable as she wasn't used to anything other than a wet diaper. She knew there was nothing she could do about it so she just tried to get back to sleep which she eventually managed. When she woke up in the morning her covers had been pulled off her and a crowd had gathered around her bed. She soon realised she must have wet the bed twice as she was even more soaked than when she woke up the first time. She was taunted about it by everyone who was stood around the bed and pictures were taken again which were uploaded to her facebook page. Back in the other dorm where Sammie and Chelsea were staying Sammie woke up, she was again excited to hopefully find Chelsea had wet the bed, and yet again she was dissapointed to find as Chelsea got up that her bed was dry. She couldn't work out how she had managed two dry nights without her diaper. Sammie decided that as her plan to expose Chelsea's diaper secret had failed, she'd wait for another good opportunity to arise rather than just spread a rumour about it. After breakfast Chelsea walked into the bathroom to get ready, she was very conscious that the diaper she was wearing did seem a bit louder than her normal ones. She untaped the sagging wet diaper, rolled it up and stuffed it into the gap under the back of the toilet where she knew no one would find it until she had long gone. Very soon it was time to get the coach back home which put an end to an eventful trip which Chelsea was glad had ended really. When Chelsea returned to school the next day she discovered that following the humiliation Taylor had been through she had decided to leave the school and her family planned on moving away to another area. For some reason Chelsea felt really satisfied that she had a part to play in this happening. Taylor Smith was the main topic all day at school people found it so funny that she wore diapers, they just couldn't believe an 18 year old still wets the bed. Videos of Taylor crying and messing her diaper were being played all around the school. Even the younger students who didn't know her were laughing about it. That evening Chelsea had been sat chatting and watching tv with the family but it was finally to get ready for bed. Chelsea discreetly diapered herself like she did every night to try and prevent Tina from discovering her problem. She headed straight for bed after getting changed and it didn't take her long to drift off to sleep. Tina awoke in the middle of the night and needed to pee. She slowly got up and walked towards the hallway. Just as she was in her bedroom doorway she watched as Chelsea darted out of her room and into the bathroom. There is no way Chelsea had seen Tina as Tina was stood in the darkness of her room and Chelsea seemed too pre occupied with making it to the bathroom. Tina made her way to the bathroom door and because it was at night there was no background noise so she put her head right up against the bathroom door and listened. She was very surprised as she could hear a plastic rustling noise and then what sounded like a plastic untaping noise. She then heard Chelsea relieve herself as she could hear pee hit the toilet. When the peeing stopped she again heard some rustling and a taping sound. Tina then hid in the shadowed corner of the hallway as her sister came back out of the bathroom. She observed her sister closely but struggled to hear anything really. Tina then used the bathroom herself and then went back to bed. Chelsea was lying in her bed after having just come back from the bathroom. She had woken up desperate to pee and just managed to make it to the bathroom in time without using her diaper. It was a very hot night so Chelsea decided to take her pyjama pants off for the rest of the night in the hope of getting a good sleep for the rest of the night. Tina couldn't get back to sleep, she was lying in her bed thinking about what that noise could have been she had heard when Chelsea used the bathroom. She waited a little while and got up. She tiptoed her way to Chelsea's room, gently opening the door she could hear Chelsea was asleep by the way she was breathing. She slowly walked up to her bed, gently pulling the covers back revealing her sister lying on her chest, with her night shirt covering her to just below her waist. In the darkness she could just make out something white sticking out of the bottom of her night shirt. Tina pulled the shirt up fully revealing that Chelsea was wearing a thick adult diaper . She closely examined it feeling how thick and crinkly it was whilst having a big grin on her face. She could not believe her eyes as she struggled to contain her excitement at this discovery. She couldn't believe after all this time that her big sister was a bedwetter. This was the moment she had dreamed about. She took her phone out and took a couple of photos of her diapered big sister, she risked waking her up by leaving the flash on. The whole time Tina couldn't hold back an evil smile from her face. She pulled the covers back over Chelsea and headed to bed. She thought hard about what to do about her sisters' diaper secret. In the morning Tina had to check the photos on her phone to make sure that what she discovered last night wasn't just a dream. Sure enough the pictures showed clearly that her sister was diapered. In the morning at breakfast Chelsea noticed Tina seemed unusually happy about something. "What are you so happy about this morning then Tina " "Oh nothing Chels". Over the course of the day Tina devised a plan for her sister. She ordered a few things online which had arrived a couple of days later. It was nearly supper time and mum was laying out the table ready. Everyone always sat in the same place and mum always put a glass of water on the table for everyone. Tina was ready to put her plan in to action. When she had the chance she slipped some diuretics into Chelsea's drink. Soon after everyone sat down for supper in their usual places. By the time they had finished the meal Chelsea had drank her whole glass of water. Later that evening Chelsea and Tina were watching tv when Chelsea quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. "My plan is working" Tina thought to herself. Tina planned to make her sister need diapers day and night before exposing her. When Chelsea came back from the bathroom Tina asked "You didn't have an accident did you Chels it looked like you were about to pee yourself" "Shut your mouth Tina I made it easily" "I think you need diapers if your bladder is that weak that you keep nearly wetting your pants but I don't know if they make them in your size" Tina said laughing. "You actually think you're funny don't you what are you on about anyway I've hardly ever been as desperate as that to get to the loo" "Yea I believe you what about the other night I was just coming out of my room and you came running across the hallway into the bathroom, you were so desperate you must of nearly wet the bed".
  24. mastersnothing

    female No-Warning Wetting Accident

    -- This is a true story, posted by permission from my Master. I am the girl in the story...I just have a flare for fancy story telling. -- I have never been ashamed of the life I've happily chosen to lead. Sure, my path may be skewed or completely out of the cultural norm, but I've found solace in my pleasure and happiness in my lifestyle. However, my story is a little bit different -- even by "taboo" standards -- you see, I am 98% piss incontinent and 100% owned and bred at all times; I sit here 5 months pregnant, enjoying my water, with a damp diaper hugging my ass. Don't mistake, however - the journey was a long one -- but the outcome was something so incredibly amazing that, even now, I have trouble describing adequately. Still, as Julie Andrews sang: Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start. My First No-Warning Wetting: My Master is a loving, caring man; a Man I trust with every breath in my lungs - and when He started regressing my potty training - I worked hard with fervor and excitement to please Him...but, I couldn't seem to make it work and disappointment started to creep into my heart. Still, Master was certain that I would be fully incontinent soon and all of my hard work would finally put a smile on my face. So, on the morning of June 12, 2010 - Master woke me up early and handed me a very long, soft maxi dress. Of course I was grateful and impressed with His taste in clothing, so I hurried to dress and put on a diaper (I was not allowed to sleep with one on), but Master stopped me and smiled softly: "No," He'd whispered sweetly and gently took the diaper from my hand. "Today," He continued, "you're only allowed the dress. No bra. No panties, and definitely no diaper. We have some grocery shopping to do," He noted and gave me a tap of His fingertip on my nipple...a sign that I was to hurry. Nervous, I did as Master told me, of course, and with nothing but the dress on, I padded downstairs to find my flip flops (I love those things). Rounding the corner from the kitchen into the den Master held three bottles of cold water and nodded towards the door. So I followed Master to the car and buckled into the backseat as I had always been instructed. "We're going to Wal-Mart two towns over," Master coo'd, handing me the three bottles of water, "that should give you plenty of time to finish these." Without question I took the bottles He gave me and eagerly began to drink. The cold of the water felt good, even in the southern heat, and I was very grateful Master was keeping me hydrated. "I want them all gone before I put the car into park, Nothing." (Nothing is the name He gave me for private moments) "Yes, sir," I nodded, with a happy grin and gulped down the first with ease before opening the second. Half-way through the second bottle, I felt a tightness in my abdomen -- but attributed it to me drinking water too quickly and immediately dismissed the feeling; I had plenty of time to slow down my drinking just a bit, before we got to the Wal-Mart two towns over. It was about 20 minutes later that I sat, bloated, and tired in the backseat when Master put the car into park. When He turned to see three empty bottles He smiled brightly and came around to open my door (child-locks are always on). "That's My nothing," Master praised and kissed me sweetly before offering His hand to help me out of the car. Walking through the doors I felt completely exposed: would Master let me find a restroom if I needed to pee? Would someone notice I didn't have anything on underneath? However, for all my concerns, it didn't matter -- I always did what Master told me. So, holding my hand, Master and I started to walk up and down the aisle, wondering what to buy for dinner (please understand that even though He is my Master - we are still very much in love and I am no unwilling slave). "What do you want, tonight, Anna?" Master asked me - always making my heart flutter when He used my given name. "You know I'm always in the mood for steak, Sir," I answered when He laughed heartily at my response. "That you are, Anna -- that you are." Tapping the little bell for the butcher, I stood next to Master and didn't look at the man - as I've always been instructed...instead, when Master is speaking - my eyes must always be on HIM, in public. Master dictated what meat He wanted cut and just as the butcher left to fulfill the order, I felt the first trickle of warmth spreading down my inner thighs. "Oh!" I blushed and turned into Master so I could shove my hand up against my piss hole...I was so embarassed without a diaper on and quickly turned my head just enough to see if there was any on the floor. "Move your hand," Master quickly ordered in a low, undeniable tone; I would NEVER question that tone. However, even though this had been the goal from day one, I was still fighting back the tears. "Y-yes Sir," I stammered and when I moved my hand, the flood gates burst open - warmth spread over my thighs, soaking my dress and the floor beneath me - as the tears welled up and spilled down my cheeks. "Mommy!" I heard a little boy shout - and I could almost feel him pointing at me as he exclaimed: "That lady's peeing her pants," to which the mother responded by hurrying him away. Master looked down at me as my stream kept coming - and me, powerless to stop it. "Why are you crying, Anna?" He asked, concern in His voice. "We talked about this," He quickly reminded me - and my tears stopped almost instantly and I raised my head to look at Master when the butcher returned...thank GOD, he didn't ask any questions. Soon we walked away like nothing happened and I found myself wetting three times before we left the store -- each time I had no warning - and was unable to stop it. An hour later, Master put the groceries in the trunk and I sat in the back seat - my dress soaked as my pussy started to dribble a bit more piss, without warning. There was no feeling anymore -- at all -- it just came out, I was realizing, when it wanted to...I suddenly became aware that I might never have that feeling ever again. "You were beautiful in there, Nothing...do you know that?" Master praised and I swear I'd never seen Him look so happy. "Just know the backseat is yours -- so don't worry about any accidents -- looks like you won't be able to stop them even if you had them now." On the way to our house, two towns over, I thought about the steak Master would grill as a small puddle formed beneath my ass, without warning and when we arrived home, it was clear that the regression had been a success. IF you liked the story, let me know and I'll tell you some more! If you don't...that's okay too. Go easy on me.
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