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  1. Found some of best wettings while shopping and walking. Feel free to share more ideas in this type of wetting. Mine is not to full pee releasing and wetting, but just several small wettings / spurts from time to time while shopping without attracting attention.  So beside small wetting/dripping in skintight black spandex pants while walking in a mall looking for stuff in shops and dripping from time to time letting pee out a little bit and while going out from shopping going on cash registers and the same short wetting without attracting attention towards what is happening.  For this type of wetting, can be used skintight black spandex pants on which is not so visible the wetting patch, so it can be harder to be seen, in this way it can easy make a lot of small spurts in shop and also a wetting at cash register while paying. The last one is available also on https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d9e7eda4a281 But please buy clips, just to support the producers, they are not so many in this type of fetish and also producing good quality amateur clips.
  2. So... before I start this, I feel like I should repeat what I have said in a few threads: I’m really shy. Sometimes. It depends on how I’m feeling, but even when I’m feeling my best, I really struggle with starting conversations. Recently, I’ve been having worse problems with this than usual, and I haven’t really spoken to many people; I’ve just been by myself. The Story: (Part 1) In university today, I had a large mug of tea before leaving for my afternoon classes. I was smart enough use the toilets beforehand, luckily. I went off to my first class with a thermos full of the equivalent of another large mug of tea, and sat down. Throughout the next class I drank the thermos of tea, as well as drinking from the bottle of water I carry everywhere with me. By the time came to move rooms for the rest of the afternoon, about 2 hours, I had to go. Kinda bad. But I thought I could manage, and I’ve been deliberately testing myself more by going longer between each bathroom break, especially in the afternoon where if I don’t go before leaving, I usually get a great desperate experience at home. I set off for the class, passing a set of toilets on the way. I felt a twinge as I walked past, but I ignored it. In this class, I was seated right next to my crush, and we were surrounded by a few girls we were friends with. She was much more friendly with them than me though, as she can start conversations easily without worrying endlessly about what everyone is going to think and how they'll react. About half an hour in, I felt the urge grow massively, going from a little uncomfortable to highly distracting, although I could resist it still. It stayed at this level until I was about 75 minutes into the 2 hour lesson. When it got worse, it pushed me up to a 6/10 level, which for me means when the urge is constantly on my mind, and I can only hold on by moving my legs around or holding myself occasionally. It was getting harder to ignore, but I kept trying to work. At 90 minutes in however, it was getting very hard to focus. I was constantly fidgeting, although I tried hard to stop myself, as I was at a quite bad 7/10. For the last 10 minutes, I was into 8/10 territory, focusing at all was impossible. My mind was consumed with how badly I needed relief... But I couldn’t go. If I left my seat to go to the bathroom, my friends... and my crush... would ask where I was going, and I wouldn’t be able to explain where, it’d be too embarrassing. I was worried about how they’d react, and I knew they’d want to go with me because too many girls seem obsessed with that... I didn’t think I could do it. Especially not in front of my crush, it’s hard enough to act normal around her already. I thought I could endure it until the end, and luckily I was able to. My crush and friends left before me, as they had to drop some coursework off. I’d sent mine in already, and I pretended to be filing up some notes or something while my friends left, meaning I could walk off to the bathrooms on my own. I picked up my stuff, and left, trying to resist my desire to hold myself to suppress the need to pee. I kept my legs as close together as I could without looking suspicious, and reached the closest bathrooms: Out of order. Typical. My bladder ached at having it’s plans for release postponed, and I had to find another set. Unfortunately, they had a huge queue, so I squeezed my legs together for a moment to alleviate the need for a bit and went looking for some more toilets. When I finally found some without a queue, I eagerly ran towards them, only to encounter my crush walking towards the girl’s room from another corridor. I quickly stopped running, and tried to hide my desperation while she stopped and approached me. ”Hey, Rosalynne! Were you just heading for the bathrooms?”, she asked me. My face went red upon just hearing the question. It’s worth mentioning here that my feelings for her are more than just that of a schoolgirl crush, I really, absolutely are completely in love with her. I can’t focus on things when she’s too close to me... I find myself watching her whenever we’re together... I want to make physical contact with her whenever I can, even though I’m too shy most of the time... it’s so hard to talk to her too, my anxiety just goes mad; if I do something to make her not like me, I think my heart would break. ”I-I-I... u-uh... n-no!”, I insisted, before taking a moment to regain my composure, and continuing: “I-I was just... just walking past...” ”Oh, okay. I was considering going myself. I haven’t been all afternoon!”, she said to me, doing a comedic fidget to exaggerate the situation. I tried to stop myself blushing, but with limited success. ”I think I’ll wait though,”, my crush said to me, “I can manage until I get home, and I really don’t like public toilets.” ”Okay.” ”Actually, before you go Rosalynne, do you want to go shopping? Me and a couple of other girls are going to town.” Despite the fact that my bladder was telling me that I should under no circumstances say yes, and should focus on getting home to pee, and that all my social instincts where telling me to say no and run away and hide before I said something that would ruin my chances with her forever, I blurted out: “Y-yes! I’ll go sh-shopping...” ”Great!”, my crush replied, “The others’ll get here in a minute.” End of Part 1 I wasn’t going to make this a two parter, but it’s 1AM and I need to sleep. This first half took longer to write then expected. I’ll write the rest in tomorrow, by editing the post if I can.
  3. Hello everyone. I'm about to share with you something that happened to me today, and was probably one of the the most objectively mortifying situations I've ever gotten myself into. First, a word of advice. There are a couple of threads in here about buying diapers, and how to go about it: Order them online if at all possible. If you go to a store, stroll in like you own the place, and buy them normally. Avoid doing what I just did. Thank you for your time. So, as somebody who dabbles in DL, I occasionally buy diapers. This presents a problem for me as somebody who is generally very discrete about their fetish, and so previously when I've bought them I've put probably an absurd (and definitely unwise) amount of effort into not getting seen with them. I go to one particular store, which I choose because it has both self-checkout and sells diapers which just about fit on me. A pack lasts me a fair while and I'm pretty new to exploring DL anyway, so I had bought them twice before this. Both times I had managed to pretty discretely stick them in a bag, run them through self-checkout and put them in my backpack to take home without a problem. Having done this twice already, a third time should be almost routine, right? This was not the case. Since I last bought them I had made one slight change to my belongings; my zipable backpack has been replaced by a satchel bag with a pair of strap clips to hold the flap on over the top. I mention this because it becomes slightly relevant later. So I head over to the store as usual to make my purchase. As I went in, my primary concern was being seen with the diapers in my basket as I walk to the checkout. My eternal problem with buying diapers is that I'm fairly young, and definitely don't look old enough to be a mother or father, not to mention that buying diapers and not much else (I do slip in a few low value items to draw attention away from the diapers - I told you I'm almost ridiculously neurotic about this). As such, when I'm buying diapers in the largest size available, it's pretty conceivable that somebody might determine that they're for me, albeit for entirely the incorrect reason. Previously I've put them inside a coloured carrier bag and then put that inside the basket, but as I'm sure you know the plastic those are made from is very thin, and you can see the distinctive packaging design through the material. This time however I had an idea, and put my basket back, retrieving one of those plastic bags. I went and picked up a newspaper. My idea was to place the paper, folded down the middle, in the bag, then put my pack of diapers between the two folds. Holding the bag then against my own satchel bag would prevent anyone from seeing what was inside. I wandered around the store a bit whilst I stake out the aisle with the diapers in. I prefer to grab them when there's nobody else there watching, for... obvious reasons. I pick up a packet of crisps and throw them in the bag too, then head over to the relevant aisle. This is the "baby products" aisle, with one side devoted to diapers and baby food, whilst the other is the "feminine products" section, filled mostly with tampons and skincare products. I went over to the skincare products section, probably the only section of the aisle that I could ever claim to have legitimate business in, and start reading the backs of spot cream dispensers whilst I wait for the aisle's one other occupant to depart, an elderly gentleman who was browsing a section labelled "baby socks". I end up standing there for a fair while, as he presumably decided on what brand of sock he wanted, and so I put a pack of facial wipes in my bag just so it looked like I was doing something. After he left another family walked in before I could build up the nerve to grab the diapers, and I had to wait for them to leave. By the time the coast was clear I must have been in the store for at least half an hour. Realising that enough was enough, I decided to enact my impromptu diaper heist, to make things sound significantly more dramatic than they deserve. I looked around one last time, grabbed the pack, and stuffed it into my bag. As far as the newspaper went, it worked a treat. I made my way over to the self checkout, only moving slightly awkwardly in my attempt to stop my bag swinging around. This is where everything went horribly wrong. The checkout machine I had selected was on the end of the row. Possibly because it was between my machine and the next, and thus was a slightly more secluded nook than the other side which faced the store, I placed my bag with the diapers on a machine surface to the right and my satchel bag, which by the way was heavily loaded with various books (my being a student) on another surface to the right of that. My goal was to swipe the diapers, and stuff them into the satchel bag as quickly as possible. This is also where my haste and nervousness caused me to make two very major oversights; I had forgotten that the right side surface of the machine is a dedicated "place your items" platform with a scale linked to the checkout device, and had somehow not realised that the second surface I put my satchel bag on was the loading area for the machine next to me. I place my bags down, and realise that in this new position the pack of diapers is exposed. Instinctively, I reach for the plastic bag dispenser and grab a couple more bags, covering the pack as best I could. Before I have time to search around the pack for the barcode, so as to scan it as fast as possible, however, I am interrupted by another customer coming up to me. Clutching as I am a pack of diapers wrapped in three plastic bags, looking somewhat similar to a rabbit cornered by a fox, and forced to make conversation with a slightly confused sounding middle aged man, things are already getting out of hand. He gestures at my satchel bag, and asks me to move it because he wants to put his shopping down on his checkout machine. I suddenly realise my earlier oversight, and take down my bag and put it on my machine's surface. The man begins to unload his shopping, but now I am acutely aware that if I take the diaper pack out of its' plastic bags, which in my haste I had sort of clumped around it and not actually properly put it inside, he'd be able to get a clear view of my purchase. Stuck for how to proceed without advertising what I was buying, I sort of stood there slightly awkwardly with my mess of bags and assorted products, hoping that I'd get a chance to swipe the diapers after he finished operating the machine. By this point, however, another group of customers were already standing nearby, presumably annoyed that I was taking so long considering I only had four items. They were not the only ones to notice, however, because it was at this point that a member of staff approaches me. "Are you ok, sir?" He looks down at me, from his perspective a man who clearly has no idea how to correctly operate a self-checkout. "I'm fine," I reply, and several other things to the effect that I can't quite recall. This is because I was panicking slightly about the attention I was attracting to myself, and wasn't the most coherent, which unfortunately made me more likely to attract attention. The staff member goes and stands slightly out of the way, but keeps his eyes firmly fixed upon me. I compulsively glance at him, mentally hoping he'll decide I'm fine and wander off. He stares back unwaveringly. I look back down and scan my crisps, stalling for time. "Please place your items in the bagging area," says the checkout. I look down at my "bagging area", which currently contains all of my unscanned items and my sachel bag, all of which are presumably confusing the input from the weight scale. "Shit," I think, and when my crisps don't present significant enough added weight to alert the machine I try pushing down on my bag to try and trick it into thinking that I've just placed them in the bagging area. The machine registers this, but get confused by the high reading, and tells me that it's 'verifying item weight'. The staff member comes over again; at this point I'm still trying to hide the diaper packet with the bags. He says something probably along the lines of "do you need help", and I reply that I'm fine, at least one-three times. He backs off again, but stays even closer at hand. Sweating profusely I remove all my items from the weighing surface and put them on the floor, but realise that I am now going to have to kneel down myself to continue to hide the diapers. I do this, and drop the crisps onto the bagging area. The machine chirps in approval. One down, three to go, including the diapers. Next I scan the face wipes and the newspaper, slapping them down onto the weighing pad with reckless abandon. Next up; the diapers themselves. The are cradled in a sort of nest of 3-4 plastic bags, and I try to adjust them so that they remain in the bags whilst I get the barcode out into the open. At this point I'm kneeling on the floor of the supermarket trying to shield the pack with my body. I twist about the pack check one side, two, three, four- nothing. It appears that I have somehow purchased a pack without a barcode. I check again; no black and white. Panicking even more now, I twist it about wildly, the bags slipping off, the entire spectating audience - including at least one staff member and probably several bemused shopgoers - able to see what I am buying. The fact that I was making such a meal of it was probably allowing them to put two and two together as to who they were for, even if they wouldn't have normally. I have no idea what colour my face was but I bet it was a good deal away from my norm. After a little while I realise that the pack does indeed have a bar code, only it had been printed the same shade of light blue as the packaging's highlights instead of black and I hadn't spotted it in my haste. Giving up on shielding it with the bags, I quickly withdraw the diapers and run them through the scanner, still kneeling on the floor. It beeps and I jump upon my satchel bag, stuffing the pack in. The bag is full of books, and as I stretch the flap over the top I worry it won't close. Bearing down with all my weight, I manage to close one clip, then the other. Finally I look up and at the screen, ready to pay. To my horror I realise that the screen is still displaying my previously scanned item. Not only has "Goodnights diapers" been written across the screen in fairly large letters for the past minute but it still expects me to place my item in the bagging area. I look down at my satchel bag, into which I have just sealed the diapers, preferably permanently. I push down on the weight measure, hoping to trick the machine again. The machine doesn't buy it. At this point the staff member walks back over, clearly getting fairly tired of me and taking his chance to "help" me now that there's an obvious problem that he can solve. "You need to put everything in the bagging area," he says. I already know this, and mumble something indistinct. "You need to put everything in the bagging area," he repeats, "look, get everything out." I say something else, although I can't for the life of me remember what. "Look," he says finally, in his best loud, helpful voice, "you need to put the nappies in the bagging area." I'm not sure if the term is used as much in the US, but in Britain a nappy is a diaper, and this guy had just announced to everyone within 10 feet of us what I was buying. Now, whilst I'm down for a lot of things, public humiliation is definitely not one of them. This was become more and more of an absolute nightmare for me. At this point the memory is slightly blurry but I believe I unclipped the satchel, stuffed the diapers half inside one of the plastic bags, which were by this point sort of littering the area like I was some sort of out of control bag-wrecker, and placed it on weight balance. Navigating through the touchscreen dialogue as fast as humanely possible, I pulled a £10 note from my pocket and shoved it in the machine. The machine spits it back out at me. I try it again and it doesn't work. My guardian customer service rep comes back over. "It's not taking that note," he says, " let me cancel the transaction and you can go to the staff checkout." "No, don't worry about it," I say, all the while worrying about it myself a great deal. The whole reason for going through all this was to avoid a cashier seeing my purchase. I try the note again. "You need to cancel the transaction," he says. "Don't worry about it," say I, "I have another note." I brandish another note, this time £20, from my pocket. In the meantime he's been pressing some buttons on my machine. "I cancelled the transaction!" he announces, brandishing some sort of receipt. "You need to come over here to the staff checkout desk." I gather up my items helplessly, as he takes me to a desk with a couple of item scanners away from the rest of the checkout area. Presumably this is where they bring their "problem" customers who are having trouble ringing things up. This particular detail had a small but noticable impact on my general mortification. Resigned by this point to the entire staff body know that I buy diapers I handed them over to the woman at the scanner without any fuss, merely hoping to get out as fast as possible. She takes the receipt and the ten pound note and hands me my change and my items. Trying my best to act professional and not to shake at all I took them all and thanked her. I walk towards the exit, then realise that I'm still carrying my pack of diapers, this time with only one plastic bag. I'm not entirely sure where all the others went, and retroactively apologise to whoever's job it is to pick up stray plastic bags. Kneeling down on the floor again, I attempt to fit the diapers into my satchel bag, which is clearly far too small for them, first slipping in the newspaper and then the pack of diapers on top. After an embarrassingly long time, I finally get the clips closed, pack the side of the flap with the remaining bag to hide the diaper packaging from a side view, stand up, and walk out of the door. Now as clearly everything that could go wrong was seemingly trying to, it shouldn't come as any surprise that I set off the exit door alarm. The security guard walks up to me, a large man who was eyeing me suspiciously. "Do you have all your items, sir?" His fairly strong accent causes me to have some difficulty understanding him, so I stand there blinking like an idiot for a moment before I say something about having trouble doing up my bag. I'm not sure why I said this, but presumably I was hoping to reassure him that whilst I had been hanging around by the DVD stand struggling with my bag earlier I hadn't been stealing anything. This of course would immediately convince anyone that what I had in fact been doing was stealing something, but luckily he doesn't seem to be able to understand me either. "Can I see your receipt, sir?" he asks. I plunge my hand in my pocket, and miraculously I still have the receipt from before. I hand it to him and he looks it over. "Is this all you bought?" "Yes," I say. "Did you get another receipt?" "No," I say. I realise now that presumably he was further confused because the receipt that I did have was the one I was given when the first staff member cancelled my self-checkout order, and so it probably said "sale cancelled" rather than "items bought". Unfortunately the woman at the checkout desk hadn't bothered to give me another one. Meanwhile the security guard is still confused. "What about the hand towels?" he asks. "What?" I answer, fairly nonplussed. I hadn't bought any hand towels. I think there must have been some sort of error in translation here because I still have no idea what he could have meant when asking about the hand towels. I had no hand towels on my person. "I need to look at your items," he tells me. I really don't want him to look at my items, but we head back inside. "Maybe they didn't remove the tag..." he mumbles, and then, "hand towels?" looking at me expectantly. "Do... you mean these?" I reach into my outside satchel pocket and pull out the small pack of face wipes from earlier. "No," he answers, then catches sight of the pack of diapers, which had come into view as I moved the flap. He pokes at them. "What are these?" he asks. "It's not those," I say evasively, although by this point my capacity to be embarrassed further had almost been used up, and so when he asks again I outright say that they are diapers. He still is not satisfied, though, presumably because I have yet to show him these "hand towels". We walk back over to the checkout desk where I had been before. He tells me that I need to get all my items out, but at this point the first staff member, who had cancelled my order at the self-checkout, comes over. "He's fine," he says to the security guard. "What?" "He's fine, I checked him out earlier." I decide to chime in by explaining a little about the dodgy checkout machine that wouldn't take my note. "Wait, what happened?" he says, probably in response to my general incoherence, and remaining suspicion due to my voice, which was most definitely shaking from a mix of embarrassment and adrenaline at the point. Luckily I am saved by the other staff member re-iterating that I am fine. The security guard finally decides that he can let me go. "Just ignore the alarm," he says. I stuff the plastic bag back into the flap of my satchel bag and I proceed to ignore that alarm extremely hard. I got out of that store and walked away as fast as was possible without drawing more attention to myself. And that, friends, is how not to buy diapers. If I ever buy them in public again I'm just going to run them through like normal items, showing no shame and not making any special effort, lest this or anything similar happen again. Also I'd like to say that I don't blame any of this on the store staff. I'm sure they were doing their best to help their customers, and my general incoherence probably was at the root of the issue with the security guard. Still, I was very glad to get out of that store. Later that day I saw somebody I know on the bus, and given the direction of my luck I was honestly surprised that my bag didn't break and spill out the diapers at that very moment. I better at least get some good use out of these. Have any of you had a diaper-buying trip go utterly and horrifically wrong?
  4. So I just went shopping this morning to get myself a desk Calendar (wink) and I secretly slipped on one of my pull-ups that I complained about in the official diaper reviews thread. Lately I've been scheming to go through them so I could hurry up and get a different package without regretting throwing out a whole package of perfectly good pull-ups. Anyway, when the folks were gone yesterday, and I started going in a toilet, I stopped midway and told my self I had the perfect opportunity to waist another pull-up, so I grabbed one and finished my business while sitting on the toilet. I hadn't intended on actually filling it, just staining it. I expected it to leak horribly, and it didn't. I went full force and it captured everything. It was a sizable stain within the padding, but not very legitimate. It was a light trickle but enough for me to suspect that it would leak. It didn't. With everyone gone, I was able to quickly throw my diaper into the alley trash and lock up the gate before my folks got home. Back to the shopping part of the story, after a long time of wondering, how am I going to even use these pull-ups with everyone around living together? I couldn't do it at knight without tiring myself out and risking the possibility of waking up my parents. I couldn't do it during the day when everyone was wandering around, duh! There was no quiet, sure fire way to take out my trash without the risk of waking people up. Just this morning, I got up needing a bathroom break. I decided, wait, what if I left the house wearing a diaper and used it? I could just say that I was taking a walk or running an errand. Come to think of it, I get a weekly paycheck to deposit. I could wear a pull-up every time I go to deposit my check! And on my way back, just take it off and throw it away in someones alley trash. It was perfect! As it turned out, I needed a new desk calender, and I had to use the restroom, so after breakfast, I told my Dad I would go shopping. He requested that I refill the ice trays before I left. I had to pee and he wanted me to do a tedious job including water. I wasn't bursting mind you, but I wasn't comfortable. I just finished quickly and went strait into my room to grab a pull-up. I pulled down my underwear, slipped a pull-up on and pulled up my pants to see if it would crinkle inside. It didn't, and it fit very nicely under my pants. No one would suspect a thing. That was the good thing about those diapers, is they left no signs or traces of being used, including the smell, provided it works. It absorbs the smell like you wouldn't believe. It's definitely discrete, I'll give it that. I went into my back yard to grab my bike and left the house at last. My dad was out back and I lifted my shirt to put my keys back in my pocket after unlocking the gate. The rim of my pull-up showed in plain view, but Dad didn't notice ! I was very careful about my shirt lifting up over the waist band of my protective undergarment. I rode my bike with my back strait so it wouldn't happen. I wondered to myself if I would try to use the pull-up along the way or go into the public bathroom and do it carefully to make sure it doesn't leak. As I contemplated this on my bike, I realized there would be no way to pull my pants down to keep leakage from getting on it, so I ended up holding it until I got to the store. I leaked periodically at some red lights, worried about it leaking into my pants. Last time I tried peeing in it full force, it leaked all over my seat, but that's a different story. When I got into the store, I saw the bathroom just to the left, first thing when you entered, but I didn't anticipate it to be there and I was all ready on my way to the isle where I would find the desk calenders. I just had to hold it until I got to the isle and found the one I was looking for. I put it back so I could go use the restroom (wink). Since it was early this morning, there were only like, ten cars in the parking lot for a hundred. I had the bathroom to myself. I pulled my pants completely down and leaned against the wall in the cubical to make sure my rump hovered over the toilet in case anything happened. With my pants down, all alone in the bathroom, I let loose the tension that had nagged me all morning, and went full force into that same, scary diaper that once leaked all over my seat. As I went, the padding inside swelled up and somehow climbed up the back side, which I didn't fully realize until I took it off later. It was amazing. It didn't leak one bit! There was no slight dripping on the bottom or anything. It just captured everything! This is the same diaper that leaked all over my seat when I peed full force. I felt the fluid cupping my crotch area and part of my bum, which felt very nice, warm and wet. I came to conclude that it only worked standing up. Well that would be kind of useless in an office job, but handy if you were waiting in line at the DMV, but only if you’re not sitting down, so it's still pretty useless. Anyway, while I was going full force in this thing, I heard the door knob turn and I instantly pinched it off and waited for him/her to finish going next to me. I was standing there in the cubical with my pants down and my diaper on, she/he would have thought that I was just going poop. Eventually I sat myself down very carefully on the toilet waiting for him/her to finish so I could finish my business, because when I peed, it made a loud noise. So much for being discrete, but I guess it doesn't help if I pulled my pants down and let it hang out. Finally she/he finished and washed his/her hands and left. At that time, I couldn't even get the stream started up again. I pushed and massaged my bladder, but it took a minute for it to start up again. Eventually it did start up again, but it only trickled for another three seconds and I was done. By that time yet another customer came into the bathroom and I had to waist the toilet water by flushing to avoid any suspicion. When I pulled my pants back up, I realized that my pull-up was swollen up. When I slipped my pants on, it bulged pretty plainly past the pants, and if I had my legs closed, it would show so plainly it’s not even funny. I had to move the stuff in it around some so I could fit it properly under my pants. I worried as I left the bathroom to pick up the calendar that it would leak or bulge in the back or something. As I continued, it didn’t do anything of the sort. Walking in a sopping wet pull-up eventually became natural enough that I didn’t have to worry about attracting too much attention. Everything went well from then on out as I carried my new calendar to my bike, and when I sat down on the bike that wet soppy mess mashed against me. Again, I worried it would leak on my pants. I mostly stood up, but I found it difficult holding a two by three foot piece of cardboard in my arm. I felt more and more comfortable actually sitting on the seat on the way home, until… I started feeling wet, where I shouldn’t fell wetness. I cursed to myself, and came to this final conclusion. You can’t sit down on these diapers. Not to pee, not after you pee. Only before you pee, so it’s useless in a school setting or an office job. You have to stand to pee, and then remain standing. Or maybe it just doesn’t work that well on bikes. Nah, I just won’t sit on it. So on my way home I realized I had to carry out the rest of the plan and dispose of my wet pull-up in an alley. I did find an alley I felt comfortable being in, right next to the street where cars drove. I thought removing it would be as easy as ripping the flimsy sides open and yank it from the front side of my pants, but it wasn’t that simple. The sides didn’t seem to fully rip properly, and the diaper didn’t exactly slide under my crotch. I realized that with the swollen padding I couldn’t pull it through the rim of my pants, which seemed baggy enough to make it work (doesn’t mean I’m male though, in case baggy pants gives that impression). I ended up unbuttoning my pants and unzipping it. After much struggle, during which time any number of people could have walked in on me, I got the diaper out, and looked at it, obviously. Yeah, it was soaked. I had to go pretty badly, not urgently, but enough. Needless to say, where there was padding, there was yellow and squishiness. I basically filled the whole diaper front to back. At least it worked for one wetting. As I pitched it and pulled up my pants, I realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I zipped up my pants over my wet, bare butt and checked the seat of my pants for damage. There was a small wet spot just under the pocket where you might expect a diaper to discharge. I went home with my wet skin rubbing off on the inside of my pants, and my wet privates touching it. All well. When I got home I put some underwear back on and checked out my new calendar. It’s a nice calendar.
  5. Yesterday at the store i had an accident. It was early in the afternoon and i went to the store to buy some new clothes and food.As i was driving i really had to pee and i got to the store and the bathrooms SMELLED ABSOLUTLEY TERRIBLE i did not go in and i hoped i would hold it till i was done. about 30 minutes in i had finished getting some new cloethes panties, shoes, socks, jeans, shorts, and a skirt.i was sqirrming quite a bit and even holding my crotch. It was about 40-50 minutes after i finished getting 75% of things i needed.I was bursting for a piss and i was even leaking.i decided it was best i just go pay for evrything praying for short lines only one line had noone in it and it was with self scan i said fuck it and went to it i scanned evryting in a hurry paid and got the hell out of ther loaded up my car and left.As i was driving i felt a familliar feeling in my crotch area i was about to start peeing.I pulled into a gas station and did my best to hold it best i could.I WAS BURSTING left the car went in asked if there was a bathroom it was behind the station.i left the store and headed back and one bathroom was there i felt a spurt come out and that was it flood gates burst open urine spread across my jeans panties soaked and what was worse a a person left the restroom to see me crying and wetting on myself i looked up and saw a young feamale looked about 27-30 years of age and i quickly dashed to my car hoping to never see her again.
  6. Hi, everyone. I just found this web series and this video about a mom whom is busy from her kids and husband. She Waits too long. http://vimeo.com/70079673
  7. salutations my fellow omorashi.org users i am here to tell you about a wetting i did completley intentinoal at the store today. So here it is guys girls or other my intentinoal wetting at the store today. So toaday after work i had to go to the bathroom so i decided i was going to pee myself in public. So i went to tim hortons and bought a coffee drank it bought a mnt. dew at the gas station drank that and my bladder was already filling up. by the time i drank 5 things i was starting to get desprate so i went and did some shopping. The store by my house was not that packed so it was perfect time for a wetting. I went in and looked around the clothes and food areas and i was holding my crotch a bit. 1 hour later the store was a little less crowded and i was doing a *potty dance* and holding it. i went to the longest checkout lane i could find and by the time i got up to the casheir i was about to burst. I tried to make it look like an accident by even making some tears and i wet myself pretending to cry and the casheir finished and i payed went to my car and went home. i told my girlfreind who is on a buisness trip on skype and we decided to have a holding contest she won and we went to sleep. ALRIGHT i hope you enjoyed. I know its not the best im still new to this so please dont critisize and i will see you all later fello omorashi.org users bye-bye
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