Emma Bailey 311 Posted December 9, 2020 Popular Post Share Posted December 9, 2020 So today I did a diaper holding challenge thing I’m calling Diaper Roulette, inspired by a conversation I had on discord with a user called BabyBryan. My plan was to walk to a Walmart nearby-ish to my apartment, pick up a diaper I had never used before, change, and then walk back to my apartment, stopping for groceries on the way. I didn’t know what type the diaper would be, or how much it would hold, so I was going to have to try as hard as I could to hold it even though I’d have a diaper on. In preparation, I drank a full pot of green tea and filled a water bottle to keep me desperate on my journey. I was wearing a beanie and mask (because covid and so that no one would recognize me if/when my diaper leaked), a jacket, and a plaid skirt and white tights (I know, I’m a fashion disaster, but white tights are just so good for omo!). My skirt goes down to my knees, so my plan was that even though the diaper would be really obvious under my tights, barring leaking or a stiff breeze no one would tell I was padded. I left my house at 1:34. It only really took a couple of minutes to start feeling the pressure mounting—green tea is no joke as a diuretic. At 1:57, I left Walmart wearing a TENA ultra brief—they were pretty much the only diaper there that I hadn’t heard anything about. As it turned out, the ultras are, as the name might imply, actually really tough diapers. The discord told me this, and since I didn’t want there to be absolutely no chance of a leak, I decided to slam back the rest of my water and get a soda at the grocery store. Things started to take a turn for the wetter as I shopped. Since I thought I probably couldn’t hold much longer, and with the discord’s prompting to try out the diaper, I carefully leaned my back up against one of those displays of wine or soda and tried to let just a dribble out. It was not, in fact a dribble—I peed almost full force for about half a second before jamming my hands into my crotch and forcing myself to stop. I looked around, making sure no one had seen, and slowly straightened, trying to reclaim my dignity. My desperation reached a second peak as I was checking out. I was in the 12 items or less aisle and planning on zooming out as quick as I could. However, it was not to be. The cashier—a super cute dude who’s number, in better days (both in terms of desperation and covid), I might have tried to get—noticed I was desperate. I’m pretty sure I was swinging my hips back and forth and doing everything short of actually holding with my hands. He asked if I needed to use the restroom—they were supposed to be staff only, he said, but he’d make an exception since it looked like I really needed it. I thanked him and said no as steadily as I could and dumped my groceries into my bag. However, as I was making my way towards the door, disaster struck (again). A quake shot through me, and I felt my diaper grow warm for maybe a second before I shut it off. I wet a lot more this time, since my priority was getting out of that store and away from the cashier before he realized what was happening instead of holding at all costs. So, I’m going to take a second to just say that honestly, TENA’s are really good diapers. At this point I’d had two near-losses of control, but my diaper barely felt wet. I could feel it swelling a little bit though, and its bulk might have been noticeable under my skirt. Anyway, my next challenge came in the form of stoplights. The stoplight gods hate me: always have, always will. Pretty much every single light was red on my way home. By 2:22, again at the prodding of the discord, I let out another burst. This time I could feel my diaper grow warm. Things got worse at the next light—there was a mother and her two kids waiting there already, and as we did the awkward socially distant dance to stay apart, I let out another surge. This one lasted for a good couple seconds, and, more importantly, it was loud. I cut it off as quickly as I could, but it took longer than each of the previous times. As I shuffle-dashed away from the family, I could swear one of the kids was giving me a look, as if to say “is that lady really wetting a diaper right now?” It felt like it would have been rude to keep subjecting that family to my diaper game, so I crossed the street away from them—putting another more crosswalk between myself and home. In a heroic display from my overall pretty weak bladder, I managed to hold it all the way to the elevator of my apartment building. So, here’s the thing. My apartment building is old. It’s not bad, really, but the elevators are hunks of junk that move at an absolute crawl. As I moved, I felt more of my pee soak into my diaper—and even worse, as I leaned my butt against the handrail, I felt wetness on my thigh! The diapers I’d gotten, for all of their capacity, lacked guards on the legs, and when I pressed them against it they’d begun to leak! I quickly cut myself off again, but by now my muscles were aching and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to stop the next leak. Before I could inspect myself for damage, pretty much the very worst thing that could happen happened: someone else called the elevator. It stopped, burning precious seconds as the door opened, and a woman who I didn’t recognize stepped in. I stared at my phone, my face burning under my mask, praying that she didn’t see the thin line of piss that I was sure was dripping down my leg. I couldn’t hold it until my floor. I think I gave out an audible moan as the floodgates finally broke and I soaked my diaper for the final time. She looked up as I began to leak, my white tights streaked with yellow and a puddle forming on the floor. Normally this is where I would have ran, but we were trapped in the elevator. The woman didn’t actually seem disgusted—she dug around in her backpack and quickly pulled some gym shorts out, asking if I wanted them to change. This was too much for me to handle—wetting in front of someone probably would be fine, someone trying to help would be fine, even an accident in front of a cute girls has happened to me more than once-—but her actually trying to help me get changed was too much, and so I mumbled something in thanks and scooted out of that elevator as soon as I could. I went back to my room, cleaned myself up, and, of course, finished in my diaper. Then I remembered the puddle, and, grabbing some paper towels, ran back to the elevator to try to clean it up. Much to my bafflement and slight, confused, dismay, someone had beat me to it: the floor was clean. As of right now, I still don’t know who did it. A couple of people in the discord are pretty sure it was the girl, but I’m pretty sure I just leaked right before the regular cleaning time. Regardless, if I ever see that girl again I’ll probably try to thank her. Or pretend I never met her. Probably that second one. For The Peeple, Sarah_UK, PrincelyDesire and 15 others 14 4 Quote Link to comment
Padded_girl 343 Posted December 9, 2020 Share Posted December 9, 2020 Amazing story! Can't wait to read more from you! Quote Link to comment
Emma Bailey 311 Posted December 9, 2020 Author Share Posted December 9, 2020 Thanks! This was my very first time doing any sort of holding challenge using the internet, and it went great, so I'm eager to do another one sometime! Padded_girl 1 Quote Link to comment
ews21 310 Posted December 11, 2020 Share Posted December 11, 2020 Great story I love the way you kept trying to not wet yourself despite wearing your own bathroom. You should probably that the other girl though, especially if she cleaned it up. Though of all the on the shelf brands, tenas are great for when you are absolutely bursting and start leaking or after a long hold and you accidentally pee and dont realize it. Also good luck on getting the cashiers number the next time you go! If he asks about it just be like, I was pissed I didnt get your number. 5/7 guys would like that Quote Link to comment
moiamigo 213 Posted December 13, 2020 Share Posted December 13, 2020 brilliant thanks! love the white tights too! Quote Link to comment
JPsiMeson 0 Posted December 19, 2020 Share Posted December 19, 2020 That sounds like a really fun afternoon out! Did you like the warm, wet feeling? Try "proper" ABDL diapers…they're *amazing* and you can properly waddle with a warm, glowing crotch. I think I would have died of embarrassment in the lift. Quote Link to comment
trekkie 1,098 Posted January 13, 2021 Share Posted January 13, 2021 That sounds like an amazing adventure! And it's cool that that woman was so kind and helpful when you wet yourself in front of her (the same for the store guy making an exception to offer you use of the bathroom.) Quote Link to comment
SlendrWetr 71 Posted January 14, 2021 Share Posted January 14, 2021 Thank you for sharing such vivid details. I love the idea of the challenge though am way to chickenbleep to experiment in public. Sounds thrilling though! The interaction in the elevator alone would have killed me, would have to move and change my name. Have heard mixed things about the Tenas but am guessing results will vary depending on the capacity. Perhaps will try some one day. Makes me wonder if the girl in the ele might also be into wetting.. seems convenient that she had gym shorts and was willing to share them. Good stuff! Thanks again and looking forward to more adventures! Quote Link to comment
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