DeltaFoxtrot 173 Posted January 27, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted January 27, 2019 Several years ago my employer transferred me from managing their warehouse in North Carolina to open and manage a new warehouse in Salt Lake City, UT. The move was all expenses paid so my wife & I packed up the car to make the 4-day 2000-mile road trip from NC to UT. My employer had a moving company lined up to bring our furniture and household stuff after we'd found a place and gotten settled in. A little background for you... I've been diapered 24/7 for several years and my wife is a very accident prone "Pull-ups by day, diapers by night." girl. her bladder control wasn't great to start with and it only got worse after we met, as she became used to wearing protection most of the time and being able to go in leaks and spurts if she wasn't near a toilet when the urge struck. Long and short of it, when her bladder tells her it's "time to go" she doesn't have long until that turns into "going" and whatever she's wearing gets soaked. Before we left on the trip I convinced her to wear diapers the whole time we were on the road. The car we had at the time could easily cover 500 highway miles on a tank of fuel so our plan was to breakfast in the morning each day before we got on the road, stop about mid-day for fuel and lunch, then continue on until evening and get dinner when we arrived at our hotel for the night. I made hotel reservations in advance so we would have to cover between 500 & 600 miles each day. Things were pretty uneventful until the last day of the trip... from Denver CO to SLC. The past 3 days had gone very well and my wife's bladder was behaving, so she decided to forego any form of protection and wear simple white cotton french cut panties under a pair of high rise button-fly stonewashed jeans that wouldn't have fit if she had any sort of padding underneath. We had a simple breakfast of cereal and fruit at the hotel that morning, grabbed some snacks and drinks for the road and got going at around 0800 local time. It was the middle of March and a winter storm had come through that night, blanketing everything with several inches of snow. The interstates had been cleared but side roads and parking lots were still quite slick. We made it up to Laramie and turned onto I-80 westbound to make the 400mi run into Salt Lake. Now my wife has never been one to stay awake on road trips. I blame her parents, who would take her on car rides as an infant any time she was unable to fall asleep... so now about 30 minutes into a ride she's out like a light. She'd mentioned that morning she probably should have used the bathroom one more time before we got on the road, but as rest stops and gas stations were dotted along the highway at regular intervals I guess she wasn't all that concerned. Well, it turns out Wyoming is a bit different from other States. Towns are practically non-existent and rest stops are easily 200 miles apart. We cruised past the first rest stop after Laramie, not thinking anything of it. I was very thickly padded and she was sawing logs in the passenger seat. She stirred about a half hour later and inquired as to our location, mentioning that she could use a potty break... not urgently yet but at the next rest stop. I told her I'd pull in at the next rest area, which I figured was maybe 20 to 30 minutes down the road, and she drifted back off. About a half hour later she awoke again, this time flustered, and asked if we'd be stopping soon. I hadn't seen any signs for an upcoming rest area, in fact there were no signs of civilization outside at all... just scrub brush and snow piled up alongside the interstate from where plows had been through that morning. I reassured her that a place to stop had to be coming up soon and that I'd pull in at the first rest area or town I saw. She turned, crossed her legs tightly and began to play some game on her phone, shifting and fidgeting in her seat... sure sign that a crisis was brewing inside those lovely tight jeans of hers. Twenty minutes later she turned to me again, face strained and voice anxious. She was going to have an accident if we didn't do something in the next little while. She was used to wetting her pants and playing pee games, but the idea of flooding the unprotected car seat then having to sit in it until we found a place to stop was not what she considered a good time. I was at a loss. There were, literally, no places to stop and the emergency lane alongside the interstate was deep with snow... if I pulled off there we'd be stuck for sure. I put the accelerator down and got us up to about 90MPH, hoping to spot a sign for an upcoming town or rest stop. We continued on while in the passenger seat her breathing became rapid and shallow. She went from squirming with legs tightly crossed to sitting almost spread eagle, hands in her crotch, alternating between squeezing and rubbing in hopes of avoiding a true accident. I'd never seen her in full panic mode desperation before, even when we played wet games in public she'd always start peeing before getting to this point. After 15 minutes she inhaled sharply and scrambled to unbuckle both the seat belt and buttons on her jeans. This was it, she was about to burst. A last minute idea struck me and I reached behind her seat where my bag of diapers and changing supplies was stashed. One of my diapers wouldn't fit her, but she could at least get it underneath her butt and (hopefully) save the seat. She then not-so-nicely informed me that her ass being firmly planted in that seat was the ONLY thing currently keeping her from pissing all over. With no signs of relief on the horizon I pointed out that there wasn't much choice, she was going to have an accident one way or another. She half-screamed out of exasperation, snatched the diaper out of my hands and frantically unfolded it. She managed to hold on for maybe another 2-3 minutes, vainly hoping a sign for a gas station or rest stop would appear, then in one swift motion lifted herself off the seat and shoved the diaper underneath, pulling the front up over the unbuttoned fly of her jeans almost as if she was going to tape it on. Sighing and hanging her head in defeat she began to completely flood her pants. I have no idea how long she went for, but when she lowered the front of the diaper the upper part of her jeans were totally soaked and I could see where pee had shot down the insides of her legs as well. I slowed back down to 75, no need to risk a speeding ticket now that the worst had occurred, and we rode in silence for a short while. Eventually a truck stop appeared and we pulled in so she could clean up and I could assess any damage to the seat. I retrieved a change of pants, along with one of her thickest nighttime diapers, from the trunk and she made the "walk of shame" to the restrooms. The ass of her light jeans was completely soaked, practically screaming her incontinent state to every person in that crowded place. Fortunately the seat was mostly spared by her sitting on the diaper, and I put a couple of towels down to take care of the rest. A few minutes later she emerged from the building with cheeks flushed and a sheepish grin on her face because the dry pants I'd quickly grabbed for her were extremely low rise, leaving a generous amount of diaper waistband exposed. Before getting back in the car she fished around in the trunk then returned to the passenger seat with our cordless Magic Wand, which was promptly put to good use on her thickly padded crotch. Apparently I wasn't the only one aroused by her accident. The rest of the trip concluded without further incident, though she did stay in diapers full time for the next few days apparently not trusting her ability to hold for any length of time. We laughed about it in the weeks to come, but when my warehouse was closed due to the recession and we moved back to NC she wore TWO diapers and put a disposable chuck on the car seat for the Wyoming leg of the trip. I'll conclude with a word to the wise... if you happen to find yourself needing to travel through that vacant expanse which is the State of Wyoming, be prepared! DakotaDriver, Solomorashin, BlueWetter and 5 others 8 Quote Link to comment
DakotaDriver 95 Posted November 6, 2020 Share Posted November 6, 2020 Commenting only to bring this *fantastic* story back to the front page. This is a major fantasy of mine, true, unrequited desperation in the car, forced to use a diaper out of necessity... I hope someday to have a SO who is as interested in the kink as yours is. 🙂 Quote Link to comment
Guest Arou32 Posted November 30, 2020 Share Posted November 30, 2020 That was an amazing story! I live near and travel that stretch of road at times as well as other similar ones in the region. You're very right about needing to be prepared! Quote Link to comment
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