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Hey everyone! I hope you enjoy, this is a story and commission I did recently.

If you want your own, let me know. 🙂

Enjoy! 🙂

 

AMY’S DESPERATE DAY AT THE PARK
 

Bethany watched happily as her girlfriend drank happily from her juice-box. The girl in question; Amy, had long smooth brown hair, running just below her shoulders. It parted in both directions over fringe, making her look very mature, yet her face was young and cute. Her lips were thin and gentle red, with extremely dark brownish-green eyes that could send flutters.

As she greedily gulped down juice, Bethany looked over her baby girl’s body. Amy was wearing a simple, plain navy-blue colour onesie, with black leggings over her perky bum and thighs. Her socks were adorable, faded rainbow colours: Pink, yellow, purple; in a repeating pattern, all the way down to her feet inside a pair of red-and-white trainers.

Underneath all that however, was what really made Bethany beam with delight. Her girlfriend and baby-girl was wearing a thick white diaper, with cartoon animals dotted all over it: A Rearz Safari Diaper. Inside that; for extra protection, was a thin purple booster pad, to provide extra absorption in-case Amy couldn’t hold on until the bathroom and had a little accident.

Bethany and Amy were an ABDL couple and had been together for just over a year. They’d discovered their mutual interest early and quickly established that Amy was the sub, preferring to be cared for, while Bethany was the Dom, relishing in her role as the mommy. The two were exceptionally happy together and had come out to the park today in order to relax during one of their rare days off from work, to unwind and let go of the week’s stresses.

They had a full picnic laid out before them, prepared by Bethany: Sandwiches, chocolate spread, with the crusts cut off just as Amy liked them. Fruit: Grapes, orange and apple slices, watermelon pieces. There were veggies, which Amy had tried to avoid, until Bethany insisted she have some: ‘Like a good girl’. That had made her comply and had rewarded her with sweeties: A collection of Haribo, Dairy Milk and Starburst Wrappers laid over their shared wool blanket they were both sitting on. Bethany had warned Amy about not littering but in truth, she loved cleaning up after her and had let her behave a little recklessly in that regard.

However, as Bethany watched her girlfriend continue to drink Orange Juice; her second full-carton so far, she realised she had let Amy go too far with her drinks. She could already see the signs. Though trying to hide it, Amy was fidgeting slightly on the blankets, gently rocking back and forth. Her positions kept shifting, her legs stretched out one minute, then crossed the next, with her shoe pressed gently against her crotch, no doubt helping to alleviate the pressure.

Bethany shook her head and smiled. Amy’s childlike innocence in these situations was silly but incredibly endearing. She also knew she slipped into the motherly role perfectly. With her brunette braided her, stern expressions, rounded thighs, large bum; tucked inside a pair of comfortable blue jeans, Bethany could easily pass for a mother in her early 30’s, especially with her dark black glasses that she was wearing now. Amy by contrast barely looked the 23 years she was and despite there only being a three-year-age difference between the two, sometimes, Beth thought it seemed more like 10.

‘Amy, do you need to use the toilet’ asked Beth gently, causing Amy to blush bright red and immediately stop fidgeting.

‘N-no mommy, I’m fine’ she said, unconvincingly.

Bethany narrowed her eyes at her, as Amy tried to sit still but the juice was clearly getting to her bladder and despite her best efforts, Amy couldn’t help but jiggle slightly, causing Bethany to tut.

‘You’re lying to me Amy’ said Bethany, more sternly. ‘I can see you wriggling. Would you like me to make you wait for the walk home?’.

Amy’s eyes widened, knowing that the growing need to go would soon start becoming serious. Their house was more than twenty-minutes-walk away and with her tiny bladder rapidly filling, Amy knew she had to come clean.

‘No mommy’ she said quietly, avoiding her gaze.

‘Right. Now, do you need to use the bathroom?’ asked Bethany.

‘Y-yes mommy’. Her cheeks were blushing bright red and she was now openly fidgeting, a sign that her nervousness was getting to her bladder.

Bethany sighed, relaxing her stern tone a little.

‘Come on, let’s gather everything up!’.

The two worked together quickly to put everything into a wicker picnic basket they’d brought, half-eaten remains of food, the blankets and some unopened juice boxes. As they gathered the last of their things, Bethany noticed Amy was wiggling her bum and dancing on the spot, her small feet tapping up and down on the grass, as she looked around for the nearest toilet. They had set up their spot away from the crowds, so weren’t immediately close to any public restrooms and Amy looked nervous.
‘Mommy… I need to go’ admitted Amy, finally confessing her need openly, as her desperate dancing continued. 

In the quiet early-afternoon air, Bethany could faintly hear the rustling of her baby girl’s diaper, between her legs, as Amy began to tremble.

‘Are you leaking?’ asked Bethany.

Amy shook her head.

Bethany believed her. Despite Amy’s small bladder, she was surprisingly good at holding it; right up until the moment she actually had an accident. From various other public outings, she knew Amy would either hold it with growing desperation until they made it to the toilets or, she would lose control on the way and wet her diaper. No leaks, no stopping it, just relief or a complete and humiliating accident.

‘Come on baby, let’s find you a bathroom’.

Bethany took Amy’s hand and began leading her through the park, walking down a gravelled footpath, as Amy’s desperation continued to get worse. Every few seconds, Amy would slow down, stop and clamp her legs together, before hurriedly rushing to keep up with her mommy. After two to three minutes of this, Amy tried to discreetly slip one of her hands between her legs; applying pressure, however Bethany quickly noticed and rebuked her.

‘Get that hand out from between your legs madam, if you’re old enough to drink 2 juice cartons at lunch, you’re old enough to find the toilets without holding yourself like a five-year-old’.

‘But mommy-’ she began to whine.

‘No ifs, no buts. Act your age madam’ said Beth sternly.

Amy took her hand out and continued to walk, however it was replaced by a constant desperate jiggling as she moved forwards, along with a series of whines, moans and uncomfortable noises, as Bethany grew more and more cross with her little girl.

‘Mommy, I can’t make it!’ whined Amy, as she froze in place, her legs clamped tightly together, while Bethany stopped and sighed.

She watched as Amy squirmed in place, danced on the spot and did everything except hold herself with her hands between her legs, desperately trying to impress her mommy, who looked at her sternly; though with a melting heart towards her desperate state. Amy had tears in her eyes and was clearly angry at herself for letting her need to go get this bad. Beth had seen Amy do this before and knew she could hold on a little bit longer if encouraged. However, if Amy refused to believe it, she’d stand there, bouncing up and down until she wet herself. Bethany placed the picnic basket down, placing one hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

‘Come on baby, you’re nearly there, momma’s very proud of you, you know that right? You’re holding it like such a big girl and I know you’re going to make it and make me very proud of my big, dry girl. You’re going to be a good girl. Isn’t that right?’.

Amy looked into Bethany’s eyes and gave a shaky smile.

‘Y-yes mommy, I promise. I’m going to be a good girl’.
So the pair continued working their way through the park, Amy’s desperate moans subsiding, though Bethany caught her slipping her hand between her legs a handful of times and even once, down her diaper directly. She decided to let it go, knowing they’d be near toilets soon and knowing how desperate Amy must be, she didn’t want to distract or slow her down with a long lecture. As they came out into a clearing, Bethany sighed in relief, seeing the familiar small red-brick building of the public toilets. They weren’t the cleanest but Bethany had baby wipes and the important thing was, they’d allow Amy to avoid the humiliating accident she was afraid of having.

Amy excitedly skipped towards the door, briefly forgetting her desperation as she mentally relaxed, causing Bethany to smile and let her get ahead, watching her approach the toilet door. However, as Amy rounded the corner, she seemed to freeze in place and stare at the door unnaturally. Bethany was worried for a moment that Amy had lost control at the last moment and was having an accident but it didn’t look like that. She wasn’t shaking or crying, she looked shocked. Sad. Scared.

‘What’s going on sweetheart?’.

She came around the corner moments later, answering her own question, as Bethany’s heart dropped through her stomach.

TOILETS – CLOSED FOR SEASON 

Bethany glanced down at Amy worriedly, who was looking at her fearfully, her squirming beginning to return.

‘Mommy, I don’t think I can make it home’.
As if on cue, a major surge from her bladder hit her stomach, causing Amy to hold her bladder in pain, dancing rapidly on the spot, her knees rising up to her belly button, before her knees bent back and forth and she circled rapidly on the spot. Bethany meanwhile was rapidly weighing her options. Her choices were:

A.    Kick down the door.
B.    Let Amy use her diaper right now, as it was an emergency.
C.    Get Amy behind a bush or tree and let her go there.
D.    Try to get Amy to the nearest toilets and risk her wetting her diaper.

‘A’ wasn’t going to work. She’d spent enough of her teenage years trying to kick down public restroom doors when she was in desperate need to know it was almost always fruitless. It would almost certainly be a waste of time until Amy inevitably lost control, as well as scaring her with all the loud banging and aggression it took to make any progress.

‘B’ seemed the most sensible in a way, yet Bethany was loath to let Amy do it, as she wanted her to behave and show bladder-responsibility when it came to these situations. Letting her have an accident was not on that agenda. Additionally, Amy hated wetting her diaper in front of her mommy, even deliberately and would likely get emotional at the prospect.

‘C’ was possible but risky. If anyone saw them, they could be fined or arrested for public indecency and Bethany; a successful office manager, didn’t need that or any criminal charges on her record.

That left ‘D’.

‘Come on baby, let’s go!’.


Bethany and Amy began to ran north through the park, searching for any alternative toilets. To put it more aptly, Bethany ran. Amy’s movements were a mixture of running, hobbling and desperate jogs, skips and jumps forwards, her hands near permanently stuck between her legs at this point. Bethany didn’t feel any need to call her out on this and; seeing the tears in Amy’s eyes, cursed herself silently. She should have looked up if the toilets were closed for the season at the park today. Amy was under her protection, she’d given her, her trust to go out on this picnic and Bethany had put her into a situation where she might have a public accident.

‘I’m so sorry baby, I should have checked things sooner, just hold on for mommy okay baby, we’re almost there’.

Slowly but surely however, Bethany realised there were no nearby toilets. Amy was squirming and bouncing; trembling and she looked up to her mommy, as Bethany knew instantly what she wanted. They continued to search, looking around for the toilets Bethany was still fruitlessly trying to find, yet even she had to admit, that it was fast becoming a lost cause. Amy could barely walk a few steps without stopping to hold herself, dancing furiously on the spot, like she always did she was minutes or seconds away from a major accident.

She knew her girlfriend, her baby-girl, wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. She could see it now just looking at her. Amy’s eyes were darting in all direction, her body desperately jiggling and changing path every few moments, only kept moving in any consistent path by where Bethany herself went. She could keep searching for a few more minutes and watch as Amy’s remaining control slowly ticked away, until she totally lost control, possibly having an accident in front of strangers.

Or, she could be compassionate, understanding and help Amy now. She knew her baby-girl’s body was near the end of its rope and as she looked around for one final time, she could see no toilets anywhere. Not even signs leading to any additional ones. Just trees and footpaths, benches and a lake in the distance; which if Amy got anywhere near she’d start peeing herself in seconds at the sight of it. It was hopeless.

Bethany sighed. 

Grabbing Amy’s hand, she led her up a footpath that lead deeper into the park’s forests, away from even the slim chance of finding a nearby toilet around more people. Amy didn’t know why her mommy was leading them away from the chances of finding a bathroom, until they came to an enclosed clearing in the park, where Bethany led her to the middle of it and stood her there, calmly moving a few steps away.

‘Mommy?’.

The word was spoken desperately, as Amy danced and jiggled, squirmed and moaned, her knees clapping together repeatedly, as Amy looked nervously towards her girlfriend and mommy, who looked after her, made her feel safe and gave her everything she needed. Her eyes were pleading what her lips would not say and Bethany understood the message.

‘It’s okay Baby’ said Bethany, as a pang of pain wracked through Amy’s bladder.

‘Just let go’.
 

   
Amy suddenly felt a massive pang of pain radiate from her bladder and held her stomach tightly; the intense wave causing her to double over. Her entire body began to tremble, then shake violently, as her eyes widened, her shoulders shivered and tears filled her eyes.

‘No please, no!’ thought Amy, desperately trying to force her body to hold on a just a little bit longer. The shame was too much, she wanted to be a big girl for her mommy.

But it was already too late. Amy’s exhausted bladder, full of orange juice and pushed to its limit, finally burst. Amy and Bethany looked into each other’s eyes for a single moment, before a loud hissing sound filled the air.

Amy was wetting her diaper.

It was immediate and strong, a burst of pee instantly jetting from between her hairless pussy and into her booster pad, drenching it thoroughly. More bursts followed, soaking it, before a steady stream emerged and began to seep through into her thick diaper, as Bethany watched Amy’s shoulders sag in defeat and her legs shake.

Bethany looked at Amy sympathetically as she began to sob.

Amy’s accident continued unabated, warm wetness flooding into her thick white diaper and Bethany could see that it was already turning the area around Amy’s crotch into a dampish-yellow. The diaper slowly expanded, as Amy stood there, unable to move, take a step forward or think rationally. She was now completely wetting herself into the diaper, unable to hold anything back. 

Her bum jiggled from the pressure as Amy’s bulged stomach shrank, finally relieved of the tension now flowing into her diaper, surrounding the cartoon animals on the diaper with yellow, rather than white. As Amy continued to lose control, she felt Bethany pull her in for a hug, her head wrapped tightly into her warm sweater, which Amy stained with tears, while her accident continued into the diaper, staining it with pee.

Slowly, as the diaper continued to fill, now sodden to the touch around Amy’s crotch and growing wetter across the whole thing, Amy’s accident began to come to an end. The flow slowed, turning back into jets of pee, then a slow trickle, drips, before finally coming to a stop. Amy continued to cry loudly as Bethany held her in her arms, caressing her hair and whispering comforting reassurances.

‘Shhhhh baby, it’s okay, it’s okay, accidents happen, it’s not your fault. You were a very big girl, you held it such a long time, mommy’s so proud of you baby, mommy’s so proud’.

Eventually, Bethany’s firm and calming voice began to settle the hysterical Amy. 

Her shaking became gentler, her sobbing quieter and her tight grip to her mommy’s waist, looser, as she finally looked up at Bethany’s face, her eyes full of tears, her cheeks stained by them, her beautiful brown hair a tangled mess from the running. Pushing several locks to the side, Bethany kissed her forehead, then used her sweater to wipe away Amy’s tears across her cheeks and eyes.

‘I’m sorry Mommy’ whispered Amy hoarsely, her voice sore from screaming and sobbing during her breakdown.

‘It’s okay sweetheart, it’s not your fault, you did so well’ said Bethany reassuringly, holding her warmly.

‘Really?’.

‘Really. You did so well, when we get home, we can go home and watch your favourite movie. We’ll get in our PJ’s, snuggle with some popcorn, I’ll even let you have some more chocolate if you want? How does that sound?’.

Amy smiled. Weakly but a smile, looking up at Bethany.

‘That sounds really nice’.

‘Good. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up’.

‘Okay… I love you mommy’.

‘I love you too baby’.
 

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