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  1. hello there. I'm made a poll to see what sort of positions people are wetting in. my answers to the poll are 1. standing 2. sitting 3. lying on my side ( but I almost never do because im paranoid about leaks even though I'm on a peapod mat and waterproof mattress protector.
  2. hi everybody! so, which brands have you been liking in 2024? i found the tranquility atn pullups still are as great as ever ten years down the line of using their products, but they really dont have any other styles or prints so they're pretty plain, im curious what folks here like and use and suggest?
  3. On a trip and decided to wear the new Goodnite Boys XL to Epcot. And wet them to the max.
  4. NEW GOODNITE DESIGNS (XL) im just really excited and happy about it and wanted to share pics. Im sure the pics exist somewhere else but have some more. They seem exactly the same as the old ones in every way except design. also have some pics of me wearing my new favorite design
  5. I was watching this video I downloaded lol 😂 and was thinking my god this woman really wet herself as the diaper leaked straight away
  6. Chapter 1: This is a joke, right? Lisa was wandering around her house frantically, getting ready to leave for work. She couldn't find half of what she needed and was about to miss her bus. Finally finding the all-important house keys, she ran out the door, locking it behind her. She sighed in relief and ran down her driveway to find a small package by her mailbox. "That's odd," Lisa thought, "I haven't ordered anything recently." She deposited the package in her purse and hurried to the bus stop just in time to catch the 12, the only bus that stopped near her work. Once taking her seat on the near-empty bus, she pulled out the box and examined it. Only her address was written on it, so she had no way of knowing where it came from or if it was meant for her. She ripped off the tape to be welcomed by bubble wrap. "This is adorable!" Lisa thought as she unwrapped the rest of the package, she saw a cute bracelet with green marble-like rocks. After putting on the bracelet, Lisa spotted a note in the box. Unfolding it, she began to read it. "To whoever receives this bracelet, I am sorry, I just couldn't take it anymore. This thing has ruined my life. I don't know where it came from but received it one day. After a few days of wearing it, I discovered this thing can grant wishes when you say "I wish.." THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING! I swear it's like a monkey's paw. You won't notice it at first, but if you aren't careful, it'll ruin you over time. You can't take back a wish once it's been made. If you are smart, you won't use it! Good luck and good riddance. Please be smart." Lisa laughed; this had to be a joke, right? The bus screeched to a stop, reminding her why she had been on the bus in the first place. Luckily for her, her workplace was only 2 stops away, so it took no time on the bus, but walking would take forever. She climbed off, thanked the bus driver, and went to the small office building in front of her. It was 5 stories high, which was small compared to the skyscrapers in the nearby area. Unfortunately for Lisa, she works on the fifth floor where an advertising company is located. So when the elevator is down, which happens often, an annoying journey up the stairs is required. Not fun in heels. "Please let them be working, please let them be working, please!" She spoke to herself as she turned the corner to where the elevators were. "Closed due to Maintenance" hung on the doors. "Danmit! I wish the elevator would just work." Suddenly, the door behind her opened as the elevator repair man walked out. "Then you got good timing. I just finished up," He told her. "Wait, are you serious? You have it working again?" Lisa's voice carried a mix of disbelief and relief. The repairman nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yep, just finished up. Good timing on your part." A surge of gratitude washed over Lisa. "Wow, talk about luck. Thank you so much!" "Not a problem," he said, stepping aside to let her enter the elevator. "What floor are you headed to?" "The 5th," Lisa replied, stepping in and pressing the button. "Ah, perfect. You're all set then," he remarked, moving to remove the maintenance sign. Lisa couldn't help but grin. "You've just saved me from a trek up a gazillion stairs in these heels. You're a lifesaver." The repairman chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Glad I could be of service. Have a good one!" "You too! Thanks again," Lisa called as the doors slid shut, leaving her alone in the now-functioning elevator. Once on the 5th floor, Lisa rushed over to her desk; she was late enough as it was and didn't want to run into her manager or stop to chit-chat with a coworker and get busted. Setting her things down and taking her seat, Lisa sighed in relief. "Few, finally made it, and now what do I have going on today? Looks like I have a meeting in an hour in conference room 501." *Gurgle* "Shoot, I didn't have enough time to get breakfast. I wish I had breakfast; otherwise, this will be a long day." *knock* *knocK* "Hey, Lisa. Do you have a minute?" Looking up from her Computer, Lisa saw her coworker Sarah. "Hey, Sarah! what's up?" "I noticed you were running a little behind today, and you look like you could use a pick me up. I have an extra breakfast burrito I made this morning. Would you like it? If you heat it up for like 30 seconds in the microwave, it comes out amazing!" "Oh my god, you are a lifesaver, Sarah! Thank you so much. I had a hectic night last night; I'll tell you more about it at lunch." "Rain check, I'm heading out early today; I've got a doctor's appointment I need to go to, maybe tomorrow?" "I'll get back to you. I got to unbury myself; there's a ton of things I need to catch up on." Sarah's breakfast burrito was amazing and definitely hit the spot. Now being able to focus, Lisa spent her time before her meeting catching up on emails and direct messages and preparing for the meeting. The prep work paid off while in the meeting as she provided solid updates on the status of their latest project, but before returning to work, she had to stop by the bathroom for a pee break. Only to see that three other ladies were waiting for a stall to open up. "Can you believe how long these lines get during peak hours?" Lisa chuckled nervously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah, tell me about it," replied Sarah, her voice sympathetic. "I swear, I practically live in this line some days." A middle-aged woman in line with them nodded in agreement. "You'd think they'd install more stalls or something with how crowded it gets." Lisa chuckled, feeling discomfort as another wave of urgency hit her. "Yeah, that would be nice. Honestly, I wish I didn't have to pee so often." Sarah chuckled. "Yeah, it's just one of those things we women have to deal with, right?" Lisa nodded, trying to ignore the increasing pressure in her bladder. "Yeah, I suppose so." As they continued to wait, Lisa's discomfort grew. She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to distract herself from the urge to pee. But the pressure was becoming unbearable. "Come on, come on," Lisa muttered, hoping desperately for a stall to open up soon. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, one of the stalls became available. Lisa practically dashed inside, grateful for the relief it offered. The discomfort from her full bladder now a distant memory. She resumes her work with renewed focus, navigating the rest of the day's tasks without significant hiccups. As evening approached, Lisa gathered her belongings, ready to return home on the bus during the peak transit hours. She joined the bustling crowd at the bus stop, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of dinner and relaxation after a long day at work. The bus arrived, and she could already see from the outside that it was pretty full. Upon getting inside, she saw her suspicion was correct: no seats left, and she'd have to stand. As Lisa stood in the crowded bus, she felt a sudden, urgent need to pee. Panic surged as she glanced down at her new pair of pants, desperately not wanting to ruin them. The pressure in her bladder was unbearable, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. Without thinking, she frantically whispered, "I wish I had some way to protect my pants." Instantly, she felt a strange sensation over her, followed by a wave of relief as she felt herself peeing. But to her shock, her pants remained completely dry. At the same time, her crotch started to feel warm. Lisa's eyes widened in disbelief as she was peeing herself. She glanced around nervously, hoping no one had noticed her moment of weakness. But as she looked at her fellow passengers, she saw that they were all engrossed in their conversations or staring blankly out the window, oblivious to her predicament. Feeling both relieved and bewildered, Lisa cautiously reached down to touch her pants, half-expecting to find them soaked despite the lack of any wet sensation. But to her amazement, they were completely dry, as if nothing had happened. However, she noticed that her underwear seemed like they swelled up, absorbing the pee, as she could still feel the warmth, and even a bit of weight was now weighing them down. "What the heck is protecting my pants?"
  7. Considering I’ve spent the last week of my vacation in diapers exclusively it’s been a bit since I’ve wet the bed. I never really was a bedwetter but I’ve found in recent years that I just love all the sounds and sensations of doing it. The way the warmth spreads, wrapping around me like a warm cozy embrace, the hissing, everything about it is just amazing. Yesterday I was out and about so I spent the day in Goodnites rather than a diaper like I have been and out pure convenience I slipped out of my soaked pullup and into a dry one before bed. Unsurprisingly I ended up leaking a bit at some point and awoke to an ever so slightly damp spot on my pants and a mostly dried pee spot on my sheets and mattress pad. I stripped off my soaked goodnite and threw it in the trash next to my bed and pulled my warm, comfy, mostly dry sweats back up. About 45 minutes later as I was getting ready to get up I realized I need to go. Considering my pants and bedding already smell a bit like pee and need washing anyways I figured why even get up? I’ll just go right here! So I grabbed my phone and did just that 😊 I was soon greeted with all the warm sensations and sounds I’ve missed so much having been in diapers. As I lay here typing this I’m relaxing once again and letting go, feeling the warmth spread to new places this time and thinking that maybe it’s about time I get up, get into a diaper and wash my bedding.... FullSizeRender.mov
  8. Hoy fue un día aburrido para lavar ropa, sé que muchos lavan en lavadora y me incluyo, pero mi lavadora se estropeó y tuve que lavar en un fregadero, mientras lavaba noté que mi ropa se estaba mojando. por el Salpicadura de agua, y se me ocurrio ponerme un pull-up y tomar liquido hasta que no aguante mas, ya me tome un litro de cerveza y no tengo ganas de ir al baño, el Lo curioso es que mi ropa está muy mojada como si hubiera tenido un accidente pero es por el salpicadura del agua, y nadie sabe que tengo un pull-up seco por ahora debajo de mi ropa mojada. Veamos cuánto tiempo pasa hasta que tengo un accidente en mi parada. Attached dry pull up test
  9. Hello All! It's been a while since I've posted a new story, but I'm back with a project I'm very excited about! "You Know What They Do to Girls Like Us in Brighter Days?" is the story of Rei Akiyama, a young girl trying to navigate through life in a near future dystopia where the age of majority has been raised to 28 for girls and regressive behavioral therapy has become popular to help girls adjust to these new laws. The world this story is set in is very strongly inspired by/based on the world building of Alteredstates, so a lot of credit goes to him! For those unfamiliar with Alteredstates, he does world building through ad copy and other cultural artifacts. While you don't need to be familiar with his work to understand and appreciate this story, I strongly recommend you check it out! Not only because it will help you immerse yourself in this world, but also because it's genuinely really good! You can find him on Tumblr, Twitter, and Patreon! Without further ado, I give you the prologue and first two chapters of "You Know What They Do to Girls Like Us in Brighter Days?" Prologue The night of Wednesday, October 4th, 2028, was unseasonably cold in the city of Greenham; snow was in the forecast for the next day in a city that rarely saw a snowflake until at least January. By 7:28PM, there were already flurries dancing through the cold wind that whipped through the dumpsters behind City Hall, where John Bennet, the head of City Hall security, stood with his foot propping open the emergency exit of the east stairwell. He blew out a lungful of smoke as he dropped his cigarette on the pavement below and crushed it beneath his shoe. John was nothing if not a creature of habit; so much so that, if one cared to be so observant, they could predict exactly what time John would take the last smoke break of his shift before he did his final sweep of the building. He would then go home to his shabby apartment. That night, however, was different. That night, John wouldn’t be going home; he would be meeting a 28-year-old girl he had met on the internet. That night, John’s phone rang just as he was about to go back inside. He fished his phone out of his pocket, smiling when he saw his date’s name on the caller ID, and swiped his finger across the screen as he raised the phone to his ear. “Hey, baby girl,” he said, trying to sound smooth, “I can’t wait to see you.” On the other end of the phone, a young-sounding voice poured honeyed words into his ear as he turned and walked back into the building. Another night, under less distracting circumstances, John would have almost certainly noticed that the door never clicked closed behind him, but the telling silence was lost amongst the words that sent his blood pumping. In a bar a few miles away, Edward Cook was ordering a drink for a girl who looked too young to be there. The girl blushed as she slid her ID and emancipation card across the counter at the bartender’s request, brushing her blue hair behind her ear to look coyly at Edward out of the corner of her eye as she did. Edward never even noticed the girl on the other side of him, or her hand as she slipped a hard plastic card at the end of a black lanyard out of his suit jacket pocket. The card, printed with Edward’s picture and the seal of the Office of Juvenile Affairs, disappeared into the girl’s clutch purse as she quietly slipped away from the bar. She checked the time on her phone as she stepped out into the frosty night: 7:34PM. Elsewhere, the number 9 county bus was pulling over for an unscheduled stop due to a disturbance on the bus involving three young girls. The driver, Richard Lawson, broke up the altercation with the help of another passenger and removed the girls from the bus. That taken care of, an exasperated Richard reported the incident to dispatch, who noted the number 9 bus was running ten minutes behind but was resuming his route at 7:47PM. Back at the courthouse, John, having finished his final sweep of the building and found nothing out of the ordinary, put the finishing touches on his security logs for the night and leaned back in his chair, eyes sweeping over the bank of CCTV monitors that showed snapshots of the interior of the courthouse. It was, however, the clock that John was truly focused on, his eyes constantly flicking between it and the monitors. The moment those numbers turned from 7:59 to 8:00PM, John pushed himself out of his chair and jabbed his finger at the button that caused all of the monitors to wink out simultaneously. Had he waited just a minute longer, he might have seen the black garbed figures slip in from the emergency exit in the east stairwell. He could have watched as they crept up that staircase and slipped into second floor hallway. Another camera would have shown the figures slink down the hallway, past the Permits Office and the Office of Parks and Recreation. On a third camera, the figures stopped in front of a frosted glass door with Office of Juvenile Affairs printed across it in thick, black block letters. One of the figures swiped a card by the panel next to the door, the light turned from red to green, and the figures quickly disappeared through the door. Later, security logs would be pulled showing Edward Cook had accessed the office at 8:04PM; the subsequent investigation would find Cook was not guilty of any direct involvement but would still lose his position on the grounds of gross negligence. By 8:15PM, Greenham City Hall was silent and empty. At 8:17PM, the number 9 county bus blew past the empty bus stop at the far end of the City Hall parking lot. On an ordinary night, Richard would typically idle at this station for a few minutes, but he was working hard to make up for lost time. The next few stops were just as empty, which wasn’t unusual for this time of night on a weekday. It was 8:34PM when the bus pulled up to the stop at Greenham Community College, where three girls and four boys boarded the bus, all of them in their late teens and early twenties. Richard Lawson wouldn’t even think to mention this to investigators later, though they likely would have made nothing of it if he had. By 8:50PM, the city of Greenham, a suburb of the nation’s capital city, was settling into its slumber. A few bars and restaurants were still pouring drinks for late night clientele, but curfew was quickly approaching and all those affected were either already home or else rushing to get there. At 8:54PM, the electric engine of the number 9 county bus was humming along through the streets of one such sleepy neighborhood, empty but for Ricard Lawson and a small handful of passengers: a young girl with black hair and tawny skin carrying a bookbag tight to her chest, two boys with their feet on the seats laughing raucously in the back of the bus, and a mother and a daughter riding together. Richard glanced up at the passengers in his rearview mirror and caught the eye of the daughter. She had bright blue eyes, a practical waterfall of golden curls, and looked to be in her early twenties. Richard smiled at the girl in the mirror; he had to admit, she was adorable in her pink shirt and plaid skirtall. She smiled back at him from behind the shield of her pacifier. The mother turned away from the book in her hand and leaned over the girl, slipping one hand up the girl’s skirtall. Richard quickly averted his gaze, suddenly feeling like he was invading their privacy. “Oh, Rebecca,” the older woman sighed quietly, but still loud enough to be heard easily on the otherwise silent bus, “your pull-up is soaked; did you even know you had to go?” The girl’s smile disappeared into her blush as she mumbled some words from behind her pacifier. The mother chuckled. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” she ruffled her daughter’s hair, “we’re almost home! Then we can get you changed into your nighttime diapers and feed you a nice bottle before bed, would you like that?” She booped her daughter’s nose and sent the girl into a fit of laughter. The black-haired girl shifted in her seat across from the mother and daughter, obviously trying to avoid looking at them. She glanced at her phone, 9:52PM. Richard Lawson shifted in his seat and tried to ignore the cooing and giggling going on behind him. Little single-family homes passed by as he made his way down Ridgemont Street, and only more in sight as he turned right down Wrighton Square. The bell dinged and Richard slowly pressed the brake, bringing the bus to a stop at the corner or Wrighton and Central Lake Drive. Richard wished his passengers a good night, stay safe, as they all got off. Glancing back in his rearview mirror to confirm the bus was empty, Richard slowly accelerated into the night. Peter Grant watched the bus pull away from the front seat of his Greenham Police Department Cruiser. He scanned the passengers leaving the bus stop. Two young men cross the street and kept walking up Wrighton Square while three women started walking up Central Lake Drive and toward his cruiser. He checked his clock: 9:56, damn near too late for young women to be out alone. “Let’s check it out,” he said to his partner, Dave Clusky, as he stepped out of the cruiser and started crossing the street towards the trio. As Peter approached, the women were backlit by a streetlamp, but he could make out the vaguely feminine shapes of three women. Two of them walked side by side as the third, at least a few inches shorter than the other two, walked a couple of feet behind. Peter raised his flashlight, “Excuse me, ladies,” he called out officiously as the beam of light cut through the night, bringing the slowly drifting flakes of snow into heavy contrast. The three ladies stopped in their tracks. The shorter of the two in front whimpered behind her pacifier and clung to the older woman next to her as they both blinked against the light. The girl behind them gasped inaudibly and stared ahead like a deer in headlights for a moment before raising a hand to protect her eyes from the worst of the light. “Evening, ma’am,” Peter nodded to the older woman, “these your children?” The woman glanced behind her, then back to Peter, “just this one,” she replied, squeezing Rebecca close to her. Peter nodded, “Sorry to disturb you, ma’am. Best get your little one inside, it looks to be about her bedtime.” The mother laughed politely, “yes, we’ve had a very long day, thank you, officer.” She tugged on Rebecca’s hand and quietly urged the girl on. Peter swept his flashlight over a few degrees to focus his beam on the girl in the white button up shirt and plaid suspender skirt. “Could you lower your hand, miss? How old are you?” “Uhm, nineteen,” she replied nervously, “I know it’s—” “It’s almost curfew,” Peter interrupted her, “you allowed to be out past curfew?” “Um, no, sir, I—” “Yeah, didn’t think so. What’s your name? What are you doing out so late?” “Um, Rei, sir, and I’m coming home from college, sir, I was—” “College?” Dave chimed in, “you got parental permission for that?” “Yes, sir, and I—” “What were you doing at college this late?” Peter asked. “You go to Greenham CC?” “Yes, sir, I was studying—” “Studying,” Dave scoffed, “yeah, right.” “I was, sir, I have—” “You got a pass from your professor?” Peter asked. “Yes, sir, it’s—” “Well?” Dave said impatiently. “Let’s see it,” Peter demanded. “Yes, sir,” the girl reached into her backpack and produced a folded sheet of paper that was immediately snatched out of her hand. “Professor Lewis? English?” Peter read key words off the piece of paper before handing it off to Dave. Dave looked the sheet over, made an annoyed sound in the back of his throat, then handed it back to Peter. “Looks legit” “You know it’s almost curfew, kid?” Peter turned back towards the girl, thrusting the paper back at her. “Yes, sorry, I was—” “Yeah, you were at college, you said. You live close by?” “Yes, sir, I—” “Where at?” “Just up the street,” she raised her hand and pointed behind Peter. “Uh huh,” Peter sounded skeptical. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time: 9:59PM. “Think you can get home before curfew hits, little girl?” He smiled maliciously. The girl’s knees went weak; she clutched her bag to her chest as if it could protect from him the malice in his smile. Her vision tunneled in on the face of Peter Grant and the world around her sounded like it was moving through water. Tick. 10:00PM. As curfew went into effect all over Greenham and it’s surrounding townships, the eastern wing of the Greenham City Hall exploded outward, raining fire and rubble into it’s expansive parking lot. The sound of the explosion tore through the still night air, audible as a low rumbling miles away on Central Lake Drive. A portion of the horizon of the night sky lit up. “The fuck…?” Peter cursed. “Fuck me!” Dave swore. The girl let out a quiet yelp and resisted the urge to make a break for it. Silence filled the air in the aftermath of the explosion, and then the radios on Dave and Peter’s shoulders started squawking. They completely forgot about the girl as they scrambled back to their cruiser. Chapter One Snowflakes were melting in Rei Akiyama’s hair as she slumped against the front door of her house. She was still shaking and trying to steady her breath. “You’re late,” a voice said from the living room. “I know, I’m sorry, Mom,” Rei said, still panting slightly as she took her shoes off before entering the room. “The bus was running late; I ran all the way here from the bus stop.” Ms. Akiyama made a sound in her throat as she looked her daughter up and down. “You were studying? Let me see your pass.” “Yes, Mom,” Rei said as she pulled out the now slightly crumpled piece of paper out of her bag and handed it over. “You’re working too hard in school,” Ms. Akiyama said matter-of-factly. “Well, whatever, I’m glad you’re home,” she discarded the paper on the end table, “I was starting to get worried when I heard that rumbling. Did you hear that?” “Yes, Mom,” Rei nodded and chewed on her lip, unsure what else to say on the topic. “Rei, stop chewing your lip, it’s a bad nervous habit.” “Yes, Mom, sorry.” Rei forced herself to stop and instead just looked down at her shoes. “Well?” Ms. Akiyama asked expectantly a moment later. “It’s almost bedtime; shouldn’t you be getting ready for bed? The news said we were supposed to get a few inches of snow, so school will probably be cancelled tomorrow, but I want you in bed on time just in case, okay?” “Yes, Mom,” Rei replied. She tried her best not to turn and run up the stairs, but instead walked casually up them as if it had just been a normal night of studying. Her mother watched her go, sensing something was off about her daughter, but she was unable to put her finger on what, exactly, she was sensing. Rei stopped briefly at the top of the stairs, turned back, and gave a small smile and wave when she saw her mother was still watching, then disappeared around the corner. Ms. Akiyama sighed quietly: what was she going to do with that girl? She was worried what kind of ideas her school was filling her head with, and Rei being out all-night studying didn’t do anything to allay that worry. Picking up the pass Rei had given her, Ms. Akiyama turned and settled back down on the couch. According to the pass, Rei had been working on her midterm essay for English with Professor Lewis. Sighing once more, she set the note aside, making a mental note to ask Rei what she was writing her essay about (maybe that would give her a clue on exactly what kind of idea’s the school was filling Rei’s head with), and turned her attention back to the TV where a mature looking woman was smiling back at her while holding a colorful package. “That why I decided to try new Pampers Overnight Diapers! They are expertly designed for girls who wet the bed,” as the woman delivered the line, she reached her free hand out the side and pulled a young girl of about eight or ten into the frame and into a side hug, “and those who don’t,” the camera pulled out and panned over to reveal an older girl about Rei’s age staring distractedly at her phone seemingly oblivious to her surroundings, “yet,” the mother added after a beat and punctuated it with a wink. Upstairs, Rei leaned against the wall, just out of sight, focusing on getting her breathing back to normal. The night hadn’t gone exactly as planned, but, so far, nothing had gone terribly wrong. She could only hope it stayed that way. Rei pushed herself away from the wall and made her way down the hallway towards her bedroom, closing her door behind her just as downstairs the TV alerted her mother to breaking news. As Ms. Akiyama was stunned to hear of the bombing just a few miles from her, Rei was tossing her backpack on the floor next to her desk and throwing herself face down on her bed. She was slightly dazed and more than exhausted. Part of her couldn’t believe the events of the night. Yes, they had been making plans for weeks now, she had known this night was coming, but now that it was done…it felt surreal. She was terrified of what would come next. Still, there was one more thing she had to do before this night was over. Rei crept back to her bedroom door, listened carefully, then cracked the door ever so slightly. The distant sounds of the TV still drifted up the stairs and the hallway was empty. Closing the door silently, she rushed across the carpet in socked feet to her desk, which, looking back over her shoulder towards the door, she inched away from the wall. Kneeling down, Rei reached behind the desk and pried off a piece of the baseboard to reveal a small crevice between the wall and the floor from which Rei produced a cell phone at least a decade old. It was black with a silver lined screen and a numeric keyboard. Rei brought up the messaging app only to be greeted with over a dozen texts; each was from a different number, but they all said the same thing: “home safe.” She sighed with relief, painstakingly typed out her own missive (“home safe”) on the numeric keyboard and pressed send before immediately replacing the phone in its hiding place and putting everything back in order. Now, Rei thought, it was time to get ready for bed. Chapter Two “It was confirmed early this morning that there were no casualties or injuries in last night’s explosion at the Greenham City Hall, which occurred at exactly 10PM and destroyed most of the building’s eastern half. While authorities have yet to make any statements regarding the cause of the explosion, many are already speculating that this was an act of domestic terrorism committed by the radical leftist feminist group Rebel in response to recent social policy legislation restricting the rights of women under twenty-eight. Supporters of this theory have been quick to point out that the offices of the newly established Office of Juvenile Affairs, which was formed to enforce these new policies, was located in the eastern wing of the Greenham City Hall. We’ll be sure to bring you all the breaking details on this story as it develops. Back to you in the studio, Steve.” As the news switched back to less interesting stories, Ms. Akiyama turned her attention away from the tablet propped up on the kitchen counter and back to the cast iron skillet in front of her where the pancakes were beginning to form bubbles along the edge of the batter. She flipped them with the kind of perfection that only came with years of practice and shook her head, it was just terrible what had happened. She knew some people thought the new laws were going too far, but surely bombing buildings was going just as far, if not further. No, it wasn’t the proper way to go about voicing dissent at all. And if this was the kind of stuff feminism was preaching these days, maybe there was some sense to these new laws. Certainly they didn’t teach girls to behave that way when she was younger. Ms. Akiyama just prayed Rei’s head wasn’t being filled with this kind of stuff at that college she had begged so hard to go to. Maybe it wasn’t too late to put her in a vocational school; with a little discipline, Rei could make an excellent secretary. Or maybe she could get Rei a job working at a daycare; Rei always liked children, and maybe tapping into Rei’s maternal instincts was just what was needed to make sure she stayed on the right path. Or, there was always… No, no, Ms. Akiyama shoved that thought away. Rei was a good kid; a bit headstrong, but a good kid, surely that option was too drastic. Ms. Akiyama sighed as she stacked the pancakes on the steadily growing pile; she just wanted Rei to be safe and have a nice, happy life. She didn’t want her daughter falling in with the wrong crowd and getting herself in trouble. It wasn’t easy raising a daughter in such complicated times. Ms. Akiyama was still musing on such matters when Rei shuffled sleepily into the kitchen, almost instinctively following the smell of pancakes. “Pancakes?” Rei asked hopefully. “Does that mean school is canceled?” Mom typically never made pancakes on weekdays. “It sure does,” Ms. Akiyama replied cheerfully, trying to hide the somber mood the news had put her in. “Have you looked outside? We got quite a lot of snow!” Rei grinned and rushed out of the kitchen and into the living room and its bay window overlooking their front yard and the street beyond. Everything was white and brilliantly bright in the morning sun, covered in what must have been at least five or six inches of snow. Even the road was covered; it seemed like the snowplows hadn’t made it to their neighborhood yet. Rei couldn’t help but stare out the window in wonderment; she had always loved the snow. There was just something magical about it. Behind her, Ms. Akiyama leaned against the door frame and grinned. When it came to snow, kids were always kids. “Come on,” Ms. Akiyama said after giving Rei a few moments to take in the wintery spread, “the pancakes are getting cold.” She turned and headed back in to the kitchen without checking to make sure Rei was following her. The news was once again talking about last night’s incident, so Ms. Akiyama quickly turned it off as she grabbed the plate of pancakes; she didn’t want to upset Rei with such terrible news first thing in the morning. “So,” Ms. Akiyama said as she set the plate of pancakes on the table and Rei settled into her seat, “you were working on an essay with your professor last night?” She grabbed the syrup from the fridge before settling into her own seat. “Um, yeah,” Rei responded simply as she loaded her plate with pancakes, “my midterm essay,” she added after a moment. “Oh, that’s nice,” Ms. Akiyama passed the syrup across the table and took a couple pancakes off the stack for herself. “What’s it about?” “Um,” Rei was drenching her pancakes in syrup, “well, it’s…well, our professor gave us some articles to choose from and we just have to like respond to one of them.” “Interesting, what kind of articles?” “Just, you know, current events stuff.” “Uh-huh, and what article did you choose?” Sure, Ms. Akiyama was testing the waters, trying to see what kind of stuff Rei was learning at school, but, to her credit, she was genuinely interested in her daughter’s life. Rei, on the other hand, was getting nervous. Her mother didn’t usually ask her this many questions about her schoolwork. Rei liked that her mother didn’t ask her about her schoolwork. Rei thought the less her mother asked about her schoolwork, the better. Why was her mother suddenly interested? She thought about lying, but if her mother asked to see the essay, she’d be caught immediately. “Well, just about…about the passing of The Hayes Act…” “Oh, I see.” Rei shoveled a too large bite of pancakes into her mouth to avoid having to respond. Oh, I see? What did that mean? Rei tried to smile around the bite of pancakes, but her eyes were searching her mother’s face for anything that might hint to her true reaction. Ms. Akiyama worked to keep her face as passive as possible, raising her cup and taking a long, slow sip of coffee to help her efforts. She had barely discussed the act with her daughter since its passage six months ago. She hadn’t needed to much, and it had always felt like such a…touchy subject. “Why did you choose that article?” Ms. Akiyama asked, trying hard to sound casual but interested and definitely non-confrontational. Just a mom interested in her daughter’s schoolwork. Rei speared a hunk of pancake with her fork and cut it away from the rest with her knife, “Um, I just thought the article was interesting,” she spoke with her head down, giving her voice a muffled quality. “What was the article about?” Ms. Akiyama knew Rei had strong feelings about The Hayes Act, and she couldn’t blame her. Rei had turned nineteen a month before the law had passed; she had been an adult for thirteen months when she once again became a child in the eyes of the law for another nine years. Of course, Ms. Akiyama understood why her daughter felt so strongly about it; she respected Rei’s passion, but she wished Rei could accept that there was nothing that could be done. She wished Rei could just accept that the world wasn’t what her mother had promised it would be she told Rei she could grow up to be whatever she wanted. “Just,” Rei shrugged, “I guess the author was talking about how it shouldn’t have passed and stuff…” The two were in a minefield; they both knew it. Neither wanted this to end in an explosion, but one couldn’t leave, and the other couldn’t leave well enough alone. “Oh,” Ms. Akiyama said, “do you talk about that kind of stuff a lot in school?” The last time they had discussed The Hayes Act had been when it had come time for Rei to enroll in her second year at Greenham Community College. With Rei then legally a child, she needed Ms. Akiyama’s permission to continue attending college. Ms. Akiyama could have stopped her; she had certainly been tempted to do it. Rei shrugged, “What do you mean ‘that kind of stuff’?” “Stuff like The Hayes Act? Politics?” “I guess, sometimes.” “What kind of stuff do they teach you about it?” Rei shrugged, “I mean, they just like…explain how it came to be. Historically, you know?” “I see.” Ms. Akiyama could sense her daughter getting…defensive? Evasive? She was certainly becoming something. Maybe it was time to pump the brakes. “I just worry,” Ms. Akiyama said, genuinely thinking it would help defuse the situation. “Worried?!” Rei said a little too loudly, “there’s nothing to worry about, Mom!” “It’s just…I hear a lot these days about what kinds of things colleges are teaching and—” “Mo-om!” “—and I don’t want them filling your head with the wrong kinds of ideas, that’s all!” “Mom, they are not…brainwashing me, okay?” “I didn’t say brainwashing, okay? I just hear what kinds of things colleges teach these days, that’s all,” Ms. Akiyama repeated. Rei slumped in her chair. Her mom had managed to ruin pancakes. “I just want you to be happy,” Ms. Akiyama said after a long, awkward pause. She reached across the table to take her daughter’s hand. “College just makes things harder for most girls these days, and, besides, you study so much, it’s not good for you.” “But I like school, Mom. It makes me happy.” “Well, why don’t we sign you up for one of those extended high school for girls programs?” Ms. Akiyama smiled, genuinely thinking it would be a good suggestion. “Ugh, Mom,” Rei withdrew her hand and shot her mother a withering look, “those are just housewife classes.” “There’s nothing wrong with that, Rei!” “I’m not saying there is,” Rei protested, “it’s just not what I want to do.” “I know, you want to be a teacher, but I just don’t…well…you can’t be a teacher for another nine years, what if by then they don’t let women be teachers anymore?” A silence fell over the room as both mother and daughter felt the weight of that thought. It was a legitimate concern. “I don’t know, Mom,” Rei said at last, sounding crestfallen. “But what am I supposed to do?” Ms. Akiyama frowned. Like most mothers, deep down she just wanted her child to be happy. Part of her really wished her child could have her dream, but most of her knew it simply wasn’t meant to be and there was nothing that could change that. Most of her just wanted to help Rei find another way to be happy. Without a word, Ms. Akiyama rose from the table and cleared their plates. Breakfast was clearly over. On her way out of the kitchen, she lightly ruffled Rei’s hair, “Go on,” she said, “enjoy your snow day, okay? But just…think about the extended high school program?” Rei nodded.
  10. The Sam's club ones are now available on Amazon!! I posted this on another thread but I figured the word should be out there more. also new patterns on the outside which I am still gonna need to mourn the old patterns. 😞 I was a fan of the purple flowers and not so much the stripes. it seems like they always have to balance a more youthful pattern with a more teenage looking one. (maybe boost confidence in teens that this won't immediately be identified as protection. maybe to buy at least 1 second extra before recognition in those "bedwetter at a sleepover" scenarios.
  11. hi all, first story here. Got this idea and couldn't stop planning it out - hoping to be able to write more over the holidays. things will really pick up in part 2, this first bit is mainly scene-setting. feedback always welcomed! The Next Pandemic (AKA Turd Flu): Prologue 8th November 2024 Charlotte Observer: Local residents were frustrated yesterday afternoon by reports of a major power outage that ripped through North Carolina. Reports started coming in fast to this paper from about 5:30pm – but only those sent via methods accessible on mobile phones got through as we too had no power supply. Power was restored – to us and to the overwhelming majority of residents and businesses just 25 minutes later, but the widespread nature of the outage has many concerned. A spokesman for Duke Energy apologised for any inconvenience to their customers, but insisted it had been a freak infrastructure-related failure and did not anticipate any repeat. Chapter 1 14th November 2024 COVID-19 had certainly changed the world. A crazy first 18 months had seen the world’s economy hamstrung by the virus; people’s routines left in ruins. So many businesses didn’t make it through, so many countries would feel the healthcare and economic consequences for years – maybe decades – to come. A silver lining, if there was one, was that many governments the world over were forced to confront their own organisational failings and were now much more vigilant of the potential threat of the next pandemic. Dr Robert C Wright’s office, Raleigh Dr Wright was tired. The experienced Primary Care Physician had had one of his busiest days this calendar year, on top of the usual (not inconsiderable) workload a procession of local residents presenting with mild to moderate flu-like symptoms had swept him off his feet. He’d not seen anything particularly concerning in the patients, but the number of sudden cases suggested he might have a busy few weeks to come as well. Most of his appointments had been elderly people, or those with other significant health conditions. This wasn’t unusual, North Carolina was an at-will employment state so most full-time workers had to be very cautious in picking and choosing when to phone in sick. For many, flu was firmly in the category of ‘not worth risking your job over’. His caution was less because of anything in this flu strain itself, but how widespread it may be – people going to work with it would hardly slow the spread. Purely as a routine courtesy, he drafted an email to the relevant department at Duke University Hospital, the state’s largest, with details on appointments and symptoms – as part of increased measures to track any potential new epidemic. Monday, 18th November: USA Today, print and online: Officials moved today to tackle growing concern about a new strain of flu spreading at what some are calling an ‘unprecedented’ rate. Amid fears of new global pandemic, experts from Duke University Hospital, in the state where cases were first reported, stress that only two people have been hospitalised with respiratory issues – a low amount for any winter flu strain among an aging population, and incredibly low for one spreading this fast. Their advice to Americans who think they may have caught this are simply to rest up as best they can and treat it like a bad cold. Top consultant Donald Stephens added that there are preliminary reports of unusual secondary symptoms but these were still being investigated, and ran no risk of causing critical illness. “Every winter man triumphs over new pandemics”, he finished – but as reports already start to trickle in from transport hubs like Atlanta and tourist destinations as far apart as New York, London, and Beijing, millions – maybe billions – will be keeping a cautious eye on the news. Monday, 18th November: Medhurst Insurance UK, Admin & Invoices team (third floor): “I can’t fucking believe they’ve dragged us in four days a week. An extra 90 minutes of daily commute and I don’t get any more work done than I do at home” Darren was raging. Gary didn’t disagree with anything he was saying, so he interjected with the odd nod and ‘yeah’, but he knew Darren was really mad because he got to spend less time with his fiancée in their precious new build. After a long time exclusively home working during and after COVID they’d been on 2 days a week for a few months – it was a decent balance allowing them to catch up with friends and work collaboratively but still get the benefits of home working, especially the better work-life balance. “they harp on about this new fancy coffee machine they’ve installed but every time I use it it’s time away from my desk where at home, Emma would make one for me. So over the day I’m LESS productive. Insane” Gary looked across at the dynamic duo – Jen and Anna – and it looked like their own conversation was mirroring his and Darren’s. Plenty of grumbling, with Anna the most animated of the four of them. He knew what – or who – was behind this. Probably they all did. He was looking forward to properly catching up with Jen at lunch though, she was just back from a solo holiday and he wanted the full rundown, but honestly chatting to her was always a daily highlight. The fifth and final member of their little team, Maeve, seemed to be the only person not too bothered. But then, if anything did bother her, would she let on? She was a total mystery to all of them, maybe the ultimate wallflower. From her long, unstyled hair, total lack of makeup, and in particular her almost cartoonishly frumpy clothes (baggy, shapeless, almost always one layer more than must be comfortable) she seemed to be trying to blend into the walls wherever she went. She was polite to her colleagues and very able when collaboration was called for, but none of them had had any success whatsoever in getting her to open up at all, and she showed a near-total disinterest in anyone else’s chat about their lives. But coming out of the meeting room with the other line managers for the teams on this floor was the person they were rarely happy to see. Karen, the team manager, believed in strict hierarchies. She was obsessed with productivity and squeezing every percentage point she could out of her team members, and did not like some of the push back she got on occasion. Karen wondered why they couldn’t all be like Maeve. Not personally, Karen sneered to herself, she takes no pride in her appearance. That and her shyness meant she’d never advance. But she worked diligently and never complained like Darren or Gary or worst of all, that awful Anna. The youngest member of the team, she’d actually been there the longest excepting Karen, but she seemed to think this made her special. Yes, she does excellent work, but she couldn’t help but tell Karen where she thought she was going wrong. Worse, the team liked her better and tended to side with her. Still, this wouldn’t be a problem much longer. She’d managed to get Anna two written warnings after particularly heated stand-up rows: one over monitoring software she wanted them all to be subject to, one over toilet breaks – Anna’s were the most excessive. She now had two choices – learn who was in charge, or lose her job. Browsing the news websites between cases Gary noticed a troubling report on BBC – similar to the USA Today one, this was spreading everywhere fast. Talking about it with Darren and Jen they all hit the expected jokes about the start of horror movies, COVID-20 and the rest of it, but really none of them fancied yet another wave of flu ripping through their office or their city. At least it would likely reach them soon and not a month’s time, nobody wants to be sick for Christmas Monday, 18th November, 6:30pm: Duke University Hospital, Conference Suite 3 “..and so I wanted to thank you for coming along during such a busy time. All of you doctors in the room today have been diligent in sending along your data on this flu’s symptoms and prevalence, and you’ve made our jobs slightly easier in turn” Donald Stephens wasn’t the most lively of public speakers but Dr Wright was listening intently, and it appeared that most of his peers in the room were doing the same. He had his suspicions as to why they were here, but wanted to hear it first-hand. “and we’ve seen certain symptoms seem to be reported with a very high frequency, usually just as the main flu symptoms are starting to die down. But this is particularly hard to track. We believe this is so infectious that most of the state have it now, so we’ll have a much clearer picture in as few as two days. Everything we’re finding is going to our peers across the nation and to the highest level. The VERY highest level. In the meantime, Dr Robert Wright – you were the first to send me these concerns, would you like to tell the room what you’ve been observing?” Robert rose to speak “thank you Dr Stephens. Yes, what I’ve been noticing frequently today in particular is a large number of patients who are between 3 or 5 days into their bout of flu report difficulties controlling their bladders. It seems to start as a weakening of control - only having a short time to get to the restroom - and quickly degenerates to a full bladder release with no more than a couple of seconds warning. Additionally, one or two have reported by phone that they have bowel issues also. In all cases this seems to be starting up as or just after the traditional flu symptoms are dying down. While, as we’ve discussed, many visiting me are elderly or infirm, I’m actually seeing a very high percentage of the younger adults who have been to me about this flu reporting the same – I guess it’s more unexpected for them? “Looking around, Robert noticed many of his colleagues nodding grimly. This chilled him to the bone, and made up his mind to say the next bit he wanted to, despite it exceeding what the vastly senior Dr Stephens had asked him. “My concern here is that if these timescales are broadly accurate, we’ll be absolutely inundated with similar complaints – we could have anything from 25-90% of the population rendered temporarily incontinent. I’ve already started ringing around patients who have not revisited this with me to check if they’d had any of these embarrassing symptoms and over a third said yes – which is nearly 2/3 of the early patients. I also believe we should contact local pharmacies because far more of the population will be impacted than are in touch with us” “Agreed, thanks for sharing. It looks from the room like most agree with you. I’ll send everyone present right now a list of local pharmacies to you and I’d like you to report to me about sales and supplies of incontinence products. Before you go – in case anyone here is unconvinced by the level of urgency here…. Robert, you had already compiled a list of your local pharmacies and supermarkets – can you call the first three on the list while we’re all here?” He dialled the first one, a CVS branch. They’d sold out entirely of all adult diapers, pull-ups, bed pads etc as well as reporting increased sales of diarrhoea medication. They hadn’t been keeping any actual tally of demographics but the stressed sounding clerk said “this is hitting everyone… men, women, old, young. Some of our regular customers couldn’t buy their usual product”. He highlighted that the store manager had spent two hours – extending well past his shift – on the phone to head office trying to stress the urgency of sending increased levels of stock their way. Next he tried a popular independent pharmacy. They reported much the same. In this case the head pharmacist had been much more pro-active and ordered increased stock on priority before mid-day. However later on, trying to increase his order again having seen how many distressed people were attending, he found many suppliers were essentially sold out – he suspected the big chains were now getting in on this. Finally he called the largest Walmart Supercenter in town. They’d coped slightly better, an assistant manager confirmed. But only because sales of incontinence products had been slow all season until yesterday. They had plenty of stock out back as well as what had been on the shelves. However these reserves were shrinking faster than he’d ever seen anything move outside of Black Friday back in the day. Not realising he was on speakerphone with many of the most prominent physicians in the state, the duty manager went on to describe chaotic scenes. It had annoyed him a few years ago when there were a spate of stories and rumours about Walmart customers just going to the toilet right in the aisle, it had damaged their reputation. This assistant manager confirmed that they only have a small handful of ‘biohazard’ situations a year and they’re nearly all customers with serious health problems. With that said, he went on to stress that today they’d seen no less than 18 pee accidents in the store and two ‘floorshitters’. He stressed as well that these were not just elderly and disabled customers, not nearly. He talked about one young woman who entered the store with very visible pee stains down her dungarees, who hurried straight to the diaper aisle and still managed to leave a fresh puddle at the self-checkout. The thousand-yard stare she employed walking to the restrooms with her two packs of Attends & bedpads paid for would clearly stay with the man for a long time. The stares on the faces of the assembled doctors weren’t far off this. What happened here would happen across the whole US within 2 or 3 days, and worldwide not long after. There would be no loss of life beyond usual winter flu numbers – but how could countries cope with this? As they all got up to leave there was one further sting in the tale for Dr Stephens – two seats along his ‘row’, recently vacated by the polite young Indian man who’d been sat next to him, and by his old med school peer Jennifer Stahl who had been a few seats down, contained visible puddles of what could only be fresh urine. As he got to his car, he realised how congested his nose and throat seemed. The virus doesn’t care what jobs we do, he thought to himself.
  12. When did you stop with bedwetting? Me at age of 6 (accidental wettings) but i keept peed myself on purpose and quit at 8. I never told it to my mom, she always cleaned all of the peed clothes and bedsheets. She always said that kids pee themselves and i did that too. I feel so bad about it. Now i'm back in purposefull peeings and i enjoy that so much. It reminds me of my childhood bedwettings so much ❤️
  13. Just a quick little thing i wanted to record for a special friend I've been chatting with, sorry for the bad angle with my belly and my hands getting in the way, first time lol 20240314_215714.mp4
  14. I am looking through ABDL related materials (e.g. photos, videos and some articles). I was wondering how long people have been wearing diapers. I mean, it's almost impossible to wear diapers all the time, but if it turns out that I was wrong, then how long do you wear a diaper without taking it off? {By "don't take off" I mean don't wear anything but diapers, that is, literally means to refuse to wear underpants.} Correct me if I made a mistake somewhere. ( ˙꒳˙ )
  15. It's been a while, but here's a new story. Probably less narrative-based, more just vignettes, about a young woman who wears diapers 24/7 because she prefers "going to the bathroom" in her pants. Chapter 1: An Average Summer Afternoon (messing, wetting, sexual content, diapers) Rob and Olivia waved goodbye as the final guest left the Smith house, where Olivia lived with her parents. As they watched Cassidy drive down of the cul-de-sac, Olivia grabbed Rob's arm and pulled him back towards the backyard. "Thank goodness, I can't hold it any longer." Olivia nearly jogged behind the house and into the landscaping. She relaxed with a sigh as she began to poop into her black compression shorts. Rob was no stranger to Olivia's "accidents". She'd told him that from a young age she'd resisted being potty trained and to this day had weak bladder and bowel control - when she cared enough to hold it, anyway. Most of the time she wore diapers, thin ones to class that usually leaked by the time she got back from campus, and thicker tape-ons at home. But in the interest of keeping this from all but her most trusted friends she had forgone protection today in favor of some black compression shorts. She knew by experience they wouldn't show the "accident" she was almost guaranteed to have. This proved true, no one realized that the reason Olivia had sat down in the grass an hour or two ago was to pee in her pants. Except for Rob, that is, who at this point knew all of her tells. He knew to listen for the faint hiss of pee hitting her panties as she gossiped with another girl and struggled to resist his erection. Presently, Rob watched Olivia push an orange sized lump into her pants. It was a hot day and she was wearing a light, pink crop-top over a bandeau that Rob couldn't wait to rip off of her b-cup breasts, now that everyone was gone. They'd been hanging out in the backyard all afternoon, and this being Olivia's home she wasn't wearing shoes or socks. This was a good thing, as they would have been ruined by the pee that was now running down Olivia's muscular swimmers' legs and turning the dirt to mud beneath her toes. Another push, expanding the bulge in her elastic shorts, and she was done. Rob was unable to conceal his erection now. "I feel so much better now," Olivia sighed, before lowering her voice and cupping Rob's crotch. "Now that everyone's gone, want to go make out?" They entered through the back door into the kitchen, where Olivia's mom seemed to be getting ready to leave the house. If Rob and Olivia's friends were oblivious to Olivia's accidents, her mom was not. "Oh honey, did you have an accident?" "Sorry Mom, I was trying to hold it until everyone left but I couldn't make it inside." This was a total lie, but one she had told enough that Olivia's parents accepted it. The truth was that, while Olivia was very accident prone, she often just didn't feel like making it to the bathroom. She liked the feeling of going in her pants, and she was lucky enough to be dating Rob, who was turned on by it. "Well then," said Olivia's mom, "Rob dear, could you make sure she gets cleaned up before you go? I'm heading to the store." "Sure thing Mrs. Smith!" Rob replied, trying to mask his excitement. Mrs. Smith was soon out the door, and with the house empty, Rob and Olivia were all over each other. They laid on Olivia's mattress-protected bed, one of Olivia's hands down Rob's shorts, one of Rob's cupping the wet mass under her butt. Olivia peeled off her compression shorts to reveal a pair of pink incontinence panties now far past their limit and soaking wet, tight enough around her thighs to contain her mess. She pulled Rob's shorts down and began grinding her soaked crotch on his rock hard dick. The absorbent material of the incontinence panties gushed still-warm piss with each movement. Soon Olivia reached orgasm and collapsed on top of him, trembling, and with her orgasm Rob felt a new wave of hot pee stream over him as Olivia's bladder voided involuntarily. This was characteristic of Olivia's orgasms and Rob's favorite part of making her cum. Accordingly, he soon came all over them both. The two showered together, and luckily none of Rob's clothes were harmed during their lovemaking. Olivia needed a new outfit though, which started with a thick, double-taped adult diaper that Rob helped get her in to. It was getting late and Rob did have to go home, so Olivia skipped a bra and threw on a baggy sweatshirt that he loaned her, as well as a pair of athletic shorts that did nothing to hide her diaper. Finally, she kissed him goodbye and he went home, Olivia's new diaper already slightly damp.
  16. ive been partly susceptible to messing accidents for like 10 years , i used to have constant constipation but now it seems like to catch up my sphincter has got weaker. ive got many more stories like these . surprised that i haven't been caught or at least suspected at doing something yet, but that makes the high even better. i decided to go out like 2 hours ago just to walk around my town i was feeling something brewing and wanted to try some public stuff, trying to have an accident in the process. I decided to put a skirt on to add to the risk factor and walked outside, turned to the right and walked for like 10 minutes to the tesco thats open till 12 by now I could feel it almost coming out and wash half ass-idly holding it so i didn't just mess in the middle of my walk. freezing my tits off i realised a skirt was a bad idea, stepping into the the heat wave that is the heater above the door instantly adjusted my body temperature, but at the same time made me chill so much in relaxation that I farted, instantly i clenched again and looked around in fear and embarrassment, some girl that looked almost my age if not a little older looked back at me and shook her head. I contemplated just leaving the store but thought if i was there i may as well grab something. walking through the isles i looked around, not knowing if I should let go or not, i soldiered on but by now it was almost irritating and i felt like letting go just to get rid of the feeling. than out of nowhere an employee shouted out asking if i was lost and if i wanted to know where an item was, making me let go and jump slowly filling up my diaper before again clinching, than deciding to just let go and finish the job, it did cake my ass and as eventually reached my nose making me more self concourse than ever. the feeling of the warm mess radiated against my ass, in embarrassment i said that i was looking for the drinks isle. than a little conversation later i was waddling around going to the isle to pick up vodka that i didn't need. the mess was slowly pooling down to my pussy, i got wet as all hell and before i knew it i was at the till with my id out before booking it home. deciding to stop on the way to go into the pub who wanted to decline me with my vodka in hand but excused me when i exclaimed a need for the bathroom. shutting the door behind me all my adrenaline shed off and i realised how stupid i must have looked waddling around than ended up rubbing and fingering my self than and there stopping at the occasional person entering i even heard some women peeing next to me witch made me even more horny, i felt like i could have burned the building down with how hot i felt down there. than i cleaned up my fingers and left for home, showered with the messy diaper still on than just left in the shower where it still is tempting me to put it on again. but instead im just sat in an oodie whilst typing this. still coming down from the excitement of it all but i think im getting to used to public stuff, I've been wanting to go out and wet in jeans without a diaper but thats also where i cross the line in embarrassment, if only it wasn't so hot to watch others do i wouldn't be enticed. id love to know if any of you have be so daring to go diaper less and have an accident
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