mikey mike 346 Posted August 13, 2021 Share Posted August 13, 2021 That was just terrific Barry; This story just continues to get better and better! Quote Link to comment
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DiminishingReturns 275 Posted August 23, 2021 Share Posted August 23, 2021 Anxiously awaiting the next chapter. Quote Link to comment
FR123FR 141 Posted September 1, 2021 Share Posted September 1, 2021 (edited) I love this story Barry! I hope you continue soon! Edited September 1, 2021 by FR123FR (see edit history) Barry 1 Quote Link to comment
LittlePunkGirl 109 Posted September 1, 2021 Share Posted September 1, 2021 On 8/13/2021 at 12:53 AM, Barry said: t made me feel like a cute, naughty little girl who knew that she needed to potty, but was putting it off, even though she knew that she’d end up wetting herself shortly. I was having fun! This is more like what it is for me... Barry 1 Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted September 9, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted September 9, 2021 Chapter 37 After the cleanup, I smoked an illicit cigarette inside the van, sitting at the table with the window open. I smoked with my left hand, while my right hand did some serious exploring. The inside of my pull up was damp, but not wet, and it had made a damp spot on my dino panties, but one that was only noticeable from the outside. The quilted inner lining felt warm and dry against my still sensitive sex. The tops of my socks were quite wet on my upper inner thighs, and my feet were a bit damp, but overall they weren’t too bad, so I left them on, although the soles were getting dirty. I’d made myself a cup of coffee, which I enjoyed slowly, just like my cigarette, and a personal inspection of my bladder told me that I was still holding at least a bit of fluid inside me, although not enough to trigger another accident yet, but I knew that it wouldn’t take too long to make one happen, especially after torturing my bladder, allowing myself to free pee, and drinking like I had been doing. Shit. I was probably already well on the way to giving myself an OAB attack at some point later. But my orgasm had calmed me down again, and I wasn’t feeling fidgety anymore, but was still curious and excited. Now I’d peed myself twice in my new panties the initial excitement of doing something completely new had subsided, and my clinical thought process was kicking in again, wanting to continue playing but with more of an analytical approach to it. I sat down on the towel and began typing, after all, I may as well be productive while I waited. Once again I was amazed at how much more productive I was whilst wearing my padding. I would’ve probably expected the opposite to be honest, thinking that the diapers or trainers would’ve been more of a distraction than anything else. But somehow the opposite was true. Don’t get me wrong. I was super aware of my protection and was subconsciously touching or squeezing it almost constantly, but I was able to compartmentalise it very effectively. Yes, I was completely aware of what I was wearing and what I’d end up doing in it, but at the same time I could forget all about having potty breaks or needing to go. I could happily concentrate on my novel, while being acutely aware that I was definitely going to wet my pants at some point, but with no consequences. It was intoxicating. My next accident didn’t happen for nearly two hours. In that time I’d finished my coffee, another soda, and was on my third bottle of water. I was drinking excessive amounts of fluids again, and was expecting an OAB attack to hit me at some point. I was kinda hoping it wouldn’t happen until later, when I’d be safely wrapped up in a big grownup diaper again, but to be honest I didn’t really care that much either way. So there I was, busily typing away, now well into the final chapters of my epic future bestseller, (🙄) and I could feel my need to pee really starting to ramp up again. I needed another cigarette, so I’d decided to take a short break, go outside and have a smoke, and do some stretches at the same time. I backed up my work, stretched my back, then stood up, and wet myself as I did so. I froze on the spot, leaning forward and grabbing the table as I suddenly lost control of my bladder before I ever realised that it was happening. I fought back the instinct to cross my legs or grab myself, knowing that by doing so would cause a leak, forcing myself to open my legs slightly as my dino panties got soaked, followed immediately by my little pull up. I clenched down hard on my holding muscles, which were already very tired and weakened, and after five or six seconds of full stream peeing, I was able to regain my control and stem the flow. I stayed in my standing/open legged stance for a few more seconds, watching my crotch for any signs of leakage, but none occurred. It was something that I found both exciting and encouraging really. I’d had enough experience with the Goodnites now to know what would cause a leak or not, and I knew that I’d just peed hard enough and long enough that the little nappy would’ve been completely overwhelmed by what had happened, if I didn’t have my training pants on underneath it. I’ll admit, that this particular information probably wasn’t worth anything, but it was still good to know. I mean that if I ever did choose to wear in public as an active precaution, where I had to completely rely on my protection, I’d no doubt choose the safety and security of the bigger diapers, but at least I knew that combining the trainers with the kids pull ups would provide me with a cheaper alternative for my own special playtime at least. I slipped my skirt and a hoodie on, (feeling a bit silly about my long rainbow socks, 🤣) then went outside for a smoke, enjoying how wet and heavy I felt between the legs, and also enjoying the feeling of being little because of how I was dressed, although I really didn’t want anyone else to see me. I guess the wet panties and long socks were making me feel like a naughty little girl, and I liked that. My biggest fear was running into Elsie or Ti, but a quick look up the road showed me that her car wasn’t there, so that put my mind at ease a bit more. I stood behind my parked car, so anyone going past wouldn’t notice my strange attire, and kept squeezing my legs together, enjoying how my padding squished between my legs, and suddenly decided that I was going to finish emptying my bladder completely. To be honest I didn’t need to go badly anymore, in fact I wasn’t even slightly uncomfortable, but it was as if my panties and pull up were screaming at me to be fully used. I waited until my cigarette was almost finished, and started building up a mental fantasy in my head. I could picture myself as a young child, one who had already had an accident in her training panties, but still needed to go some more. She knew that she really should be a big girl, and find an appropriate grown up to tell about her accident and say that she still needed to go, but also realised that it was already too late, and she wouldn’t be getting into trouble anyway, so she might as well just finish off what she’d started. My brightly striped and dirty feet started drawing designs in the dirt, occasionally crossing over each other, while my left hand snuck up and under my skirt to press and squeeze at my pull up, while my right hand tugged nervously at the hem of my hoodie, and I glanced around nervously, acting undecided about what I should do. My mental play acting must’ve had an effect on my bladder I guess, because I didn’t even get the chance to relax my holding muscles, which weren’t really holding back much at all. I’d expected that I’d probably have to fully relax myself, perhaps even push a bit to get started, but before I’d even had an opportunity to prepare myself, I felt a sudden rush of warmth inside my pants, followed by the exhilarating feeling of pee running down both of my legs. I gasped with genuine surprise. Yes, I’d fully planned on wetting myself, but again my body had betrayed me before I had made even the slightest effort to do so, and it really was a bit of a shock. I instantly felt incredibly little, and looked down with a feeling of innocent amazement as the torrents of pee fell from beneath my skirt, soaking the tops of my socks, and falling down to coat my feet and splatter noisily to the ground to make a muddy puddle between them. My white skirt suddenly developed a wet stripe from my crotch, and I watched with awe as it got wider and longer before creating yet another mini waterfall underneath me. The bit that surprised me the most, was how I hardly felt anything at all happening physically. I could feel my bladder emptying, but without any control whatsoever at all on my part. I’m happy to admit that I didn’t even attempt to stop it from happening, but I honestly believe that I would’ve been completely powerless to prevent it even if I had. It was as if my bladder had developed a mind of its own, completely free of any interference from me, and I was simply a passenger along for the ride. Now I don’t want to keep stressing the same point, but I need you try and understand just how weird this all was. Having an OAB or stress IC is one thing. Accidents happen. I know that. The same as choosing to deliberately wet myself. It’s a choice, and I get that. But these real losses of control were something else altogether, even with acknowledging how I’d been deliberately over hydrating to cause an accident. To suddenly lose complete control without any warning or conscious choice was something else altogether. Genuine Incontinence. It wasn’t the first time that that thought had crossed my mind, and I was starting to see it as a distinct possibility. It was a sobering thought. But, there really wasn’t anything that I could do about it just then anyway. After my heightened fluid intake, it would continue happening for the rest of the day. Perhaps I really did need to stop forcing the issue as much, and then if it kept happening, actually go to the doctors for a check up. Meh. Today was today. It was already too late to worry about it just then. I leaned against the back of my car and peeled my soggy socks off, then scurried back inside before anybody saw my wet skirt…… Dlpark, vincp44, PrincessEsther and 7 others 9 1 Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted September 9, 2021 Author Share Posted September 9, 2021 Sorry about the delay between recent chapters everyone. Thanks for sticking by. Last few weeks have been insanely busy. OkiF, Bedwettingchik12, Dlpark and 2 others 4 1 Quote Link to comment
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Barry 1,608 Posted September 22, 2021 Author Share Posted September 22, 2021 Chapter 38 As expected, my bladder control was basically non-existent for the duration of the day. Although I wanted to keep playing with my new panties, I also wanted to save them for some other experiments, like wearing in public, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep them dry for very long just then. It was only a minor disappointment anyway, which was quickly vanquished by double diapering myself in a Goodnite and adult pull up combination. It was a smart move on my behalf, as I had an OAB attack a bit later on that day, which completely soaked through both nappies, as they were already more than a little bit wet by then. I hand washed the wet trainers and socks, and hung them on my small clothes line outside, safely hidden from view by some well placed towels. My OAB attack was the only real time that I was fully aware of being about to wet myself, as I suddenly felt it coming on like a freight train, but every other accident just kept happening all by themselves, and surprisingly frequently at that. I guess it didn’t help that I continued to drink anything I could get my hands on though. It got so bad that I didn’t even bother trying to go to the toilet that evening, choosing to poop in my diaper instead of risking the walk. I actually didn’t mind doing that, although the smell does linger in a small van, lol. The next morning, I woke up wet again. More than wet. Saturated. I’d worn two diapers to bed the night before, and they were soaked. I don’t remember waking up at all, and I certainly hadn’t wet myself on purpose either, but judging by the state of my padding, I must’ve completely emptied my bladder at least a couple of times if not more. I had even leaked a bit, leaving a saucer sized wet spot on my sheets. “Paige, you have to stop this nonsense,” AV intoned gravely. “For goodness sake, just stop drinking so damn much!” I sighed. She was right. I wasn’t actually upset about it, as I’d set myself up for it, but I knew that it had to stop. It was time to stop playing around and experimenting for awhile, and to try and claw back my bladder control again, unless I was playing of course! But playtime would have to be just that. Something to be done by choice, not something that I’d force upon myself anymore. I touched myself firmly through the soaked double padding, and hissed a bit with discomfort. I was starting to feel a bit sore and irritated down there, and I knew that I was starting to get a diaper rash from staying in wet stuff for too long. It was a relief to pull my protection off and feel the cool air down there, and I could see how irritated my skin looked in the mirror. I squatted over the bucket and peed, wincing a bit as it felt like the skin around that area was burning, and it was enough that I didn’t take any pleasure at all from my illicit indoor act. I gently patted myself dry, before using a wet wipe to gingerly clean myself, then applied lots of lanolin cream to the affected area, which felt nice. I felt a bit dirty to be honest, and badly wanted a shower, but I’d already committed myself mentally into going for a jog, although the main reason was to try out my new panties while I did so. As discussed before, I always leak a bit when I run, so I was keen to test their effectiveness out. I picked the plain white trainers to wear, adding white ankle socks and a t-shirt, before making a coffee and doing some stretches on my yoga mat. I didn’t put my shorts on just then, in case I leaked before I started running. I was a bit anxious as I stretched out in a few poses, fully expecting to suddenly wet myself as I exerted and strained, but apparently my bladder was once again back to its old self, as untrustworthy as it was at times. I finished my coffee, took a big drink of water, and peed into the bucket one last time before putting my baggy black running shorts on. I couldn’t help being just a little bit naughty though, deliberately choosing not to wipe myself afterwards, allowing the quilted inner liner of my training pants to soak up the few remaining drops that hung onto my slightly prickly pussy. I made a mental note to remember to take my razor to the showers later, although I wasn’t sure how comfortable it would be trying to shave whilst having a diaper rash! It was a bit hard to begin with, but after a few minutes I broke through the discomfort barrier and the endorphins started flowing. Speaking of flowing, I was extremely conscious of my padded underpants and how they felt between my legs with the little wet spot, but I was convinced that they were unnoticeable under my shorts, as I’d spent a bit of time in front of the mirror double and triple checking! Although I knew they were discreet, it was such a naughty feeling knowing that I was wearing such a childish garment out in public, and I liked it. It made me feel super cute! I was halfway through my run before the first accident happened. I’d stopped for a quick drink and to catch my breath, and as the cool water reached the back of my throat, I felt my bladder suddenly twitch, and I clamped down hard on my holding muscles as a little bit of pee leaked out. This mini accident actually cheered me up a bit though, simply because I’d felt it happening, even before it did. This was a 100% improvement on yesterday, when my pee hole had seemed to be replaced with a broken tap. I was happy to take it as a positive sign that I could eventually retrain myself properly if I behaved. A very quick tug on my crotch told me that my shorts were still dry, at least on the outside, and I capped my water bottle and headed back on the return leg. But as I headed home, the urge to pee again properly started to build up. I guess it was easy to focus on after what I’d been doing, but thinking about it didn’t help much. In fact, it was making it worse very quickly. To begin with I felt a very slight need, but literally within a minute or so it ballooned out to a feeling of urgency. “Good girl Paige! You can feel it and control it,” AV whispered encouragingly, but I didn’t fully believe her. I could definitely feel it, but I had my doubts over the control aspect, although it was nice to actually feel disaster brewing before it happened. I was right and she was wrong. A minute or so later and I felt warmth, followed by a tickling sensation on my leg. I glanced down as I ran, seeing a little trail of moisture glistening in the sun as it wiggled its way down to my knee. I touched myself on the crotch again as I ran, and this time I could feel wetness, quite a bit of it in fact, but the trickling stopped after a couple of seconds, but it was enough to make a wet spot visible on my shorts. I rounded the last corner and hit what I thought of as The Home Straight. The caravan park was only about a kilometre away, but I knew that I wasn’t going to make it. As I jogged past a closed shopping centre, I felt an OAB attack coming on, and I was completely powerless to prevent it. I swear to God, my pee hole was actually beginning to throb, and the tightness I felt in my lower abdomen was increasing by the second. It was one of the scariest moments of my life. I was trapped in public, with next to zero privacy, and I was about to lose complete control of my bladder. The traffic on the main road was busy, especially for a lockdown, but I guess it is a major thoroughfare after all. Also, to make matters worse, I wasn’t alone on the sidewalk anymore. There were people walking towards me, as well as pedestrians on the other side of the road, both in front and behind me. The feeling of quivering tightness in my lower regions was getting steadily worse with each pounding step I took, and the wet patch between my legs was starting to chafe, meaning I simply couldn’t continue to run any longer. My eyes lit upon a closed furniture store which had a little glassed off entrance and roof out the front. The glass partitions sat upon aluminium panels that were about four foot tall, and it was the only private spot I could see in any direction, so I did a funny looking penguin style waddle in its direction, dreading what I was about to do. I stood inside the small alcove and surveyed the nearly empty parking lot that spread out in a vast concrete vista in front of me. My idea had been that I would pull down my shorts and have a sneaky wee where nobody could see me, but it wouldn’t work like that I discovered. There were people sitting in a couple of cars a few rows back but right in front of me, probably doing a drug deal I suppose, and a few other random individuals cutting through the car park on their allowed daily walk. A fresh warmth on my leg told me that time had run out, and there was absolutely no way I could be pulling my pants down in here, leaving me with no choice. I stood close to the aluminium panels, trying to shield my lower body from view, just as my body declared that enough was finally enough. My entire body shivered with pent up nervousness and dread as a huge explosion of hot piss erupted inside my training pants, immediately overwhelming the already wet fabric, only pausing for a second before exploding through my shorts and cascading down my legs, soaking my socks and filling my sneakers with hot liquid. A torrent of shame splattered noisily onto the cement between my legs as a massive puddle started to form, then turned into a river that ran out underneath the panels and into the car park itself. I was looking around everywhere, praying that nobody was watching or approaching me as the puddle turned into a lake, and the sticky pee fully coated my bare legs. My shorts got completely drenched almost all the way up to the drawstring waist, and even though they were black, the huge round wet spot was highly visible. It’s hard to say how long I stood in that alcove pissing in my pants like a naughty little girl, and although it was only seconds, it seemed to drag on for hours. Days even. I stared through the glass in horror as my river of wee ran across the bitumen heading to a grate, with steam rising up from it in the cold air. I was praying that nobody was watching me or even looking in my direction, because it wouldn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure out what I was doing. It was the most mortifying experience of my entire life. Once I’d finished, I felt completely and utterly helpless. I didn’t have a change of clothes, or even a handkerchief to wipe my legs with. My training pants were hanging heavily underneath my pee stained shorts, and rivulets of liquid continued to run freely down my wet legs. Crouching over forward to get a better look only squashed more pee out, and it looked like I had a tennis ball or something in the front of my pants. I looked around nervously, wondering if I’d be brave enough to quickly take my sodden underwear off inside the alcove, but I winced in horror when I saw the shops security camera pointing directly at me. If anyone ever checked the footage, they would have a crystal clear view of my accident, and I couldn’t possibly add my nudity to that shame as well. I was in a bind. I couldn’t walk home with swollen pee filled trainers on, and I couldn’t take them off in private either, and even if I somehow did, I’d have to carry them home or throw them away, and my pants were obviously wet anyway no matter what I did. Sighing with frustration, I gingerly reached down and cupped the heavy wet ball in my shorts, and squeezed it, gritting my teeth with shame as a torrent of pee erupted through my fingers, wetting my shorts even more, before falling into the puddle between my feet. I did this a few times, trying to wring as much wetness out of them as possible, which wasn’t enough. I didn’t know what to do next. I couldn’t get in a cab or Uber, there wasn’t anyone around to rescue me, and my accident was highly visible and extremely obvious, but I couldn’t stay hiding until I dried out. The only option left was to get home with as few people seeing me as possible. I took my mask from my back pocket and put it on with more gratitude than I’d ever felt for one before, then skulked out like a thief in the night. At first I stuck to the car park, trying to avoid the traffic on the street, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t avoid people altogether. It wasn’t like there was a crowd or anything, just people walking in staggered intervals in different directions. I shuddered to think how suspicious I looked as I constantly changed tack and looked around as I tried to traverse the car park. Anyone watching me would automatically assume that I was drunk or on drugs, and if they saw my dirty pee pants it would only reinforce that idea. Eventually I had no choice but to return to the sidewalk, and my face burned with embarrassment behind my mask, as I imagined every car that drove past me held an audience of judgemental onlookers staring at me. It got even worse as well. Three times I had no choice but to walk straight past people coming towards me, and each time I saw them do a double take at my pissy pants and glistening legs. My emotions started to boil over when my diaper rash started burning. I felt myself starting to sniffle, then actually cry as I was forced into a waddling gait by the fiery burning within my underpants, and I was beginning to blubber like a baby by the time I finally staggered my way back inside the caravan park again. Finally. There was my street. My nose was running, and I had snot in my mask, and I was very close to completely breaking down in a blubbering chaotic mess, but surely it couldn’t get any worse, could it? Apparently it could. I was walking past the toilet block, openly crying hard by then, just wanting to cross the final path and get home when a familiar voice sounded behind me. “Paige? Dear? What’s the matter? Are you alright?” I turned to see Elsie and Ti standing there, having just emerged from the wash rooms, and as embarrassed as I was, I desperately needed to see some friendly faces. “No,” I blubbered between sobs. “I’ve had an accident Elsie! Look. I’ve wet my pants!” It actually felt really good to actually say it, and Elsie stepped forward and hugged me, making quiet shushing noises as she patted my back. Even Ti stepped forward and took my hand, telling me that it was okay and nothing to cry about. It was embarrassing, but comforting at the same time, and while I graciously refused there offer of a cup of tea, I gratefully allowed them to lead my back to the sanctity of my van, with a promise that I’d pop over for a visit later. I was safely inside once again, and wondering to myself exactly why or how I’d allowed my emotions to run away from me like that. After all, I was unrecognisable with my mask on, so it wasn’t like a super shameful thing. Certainly nothing to cry over at least. Feeling a bit sick, but back in control at least, I kicked off my shoes and socks, and went inside the van to my mirror, where I could at least check out the damage for myself. As I feared, my shorts were visibly peed in, and very noticeable, so I peeled them off to look at my trainers, hoping that the sight of them might cheer me up a bit. The first thing I noticed was a peculiar stain on the front of them, when I suddenly felt a familiar feeling beginning to occur from deep inside me. Before I had the chance to act upon it, something shifted from within, and the stain suddenly blossomed even more. Great. I’d just gotten my period….. LittlePunkGirl, TheOwl, PrincessEsther and 1 other 4 Quote Link to comment
mikey mike 346 Posted September 22, 2021 Share Posted September 22, 2021 Terrific stuff Barry; well done. Quote Link to comment
LittlePunkGirl 109 Posted September 23, 2021 Share Posted September 23, 2021 A few months back on HRT and I've noticed myself getting moody and having IBS flairs on certain weeks... Honestly wondering if that's what is so there was just like this moment of ooofff mood here 😅😆 On 9/22/2021 at 12:34 AM, Barry said: he first thing I noticed was a peculiar stain on the front of them, when I suddenly felt a familiar feeling beginning to occur from deep inside me. Before I had the chance to act upon it, something shifted from within, and the stain suddenly blossomed even more. Great. I’d just gotten my period….. Quote Link to comment
FR123FR 141 Posted November 22, 2021 Share Posted November 22, 2021 Missing this story! OkiF, gelpen and MikeyW 3 Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted January 9, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted January 9, 2022 Sorry for the delay everyone, but it’s finally done. The final chapter! There’s something very exciting in the pipeline too, so stay tuned….. Chapter 39. Talk about feeling completely demoralised! I felt as if my entire life was spiraling out of control just then, and the tears started flowing again, this time without me trying to stop them. I threw a towel onto the bench seat and slumped there, my head resting on my crossed arms that were folded on the table, while I gave in to a series of wracking sobs. I started to get myself under control again, when I suddenly peed again without warning, and that set me off once more. “Paige! For heaven’s sake! Snap out of it,” AV implored with a hint of disgust in her voice. DV chimed in as well. “Yeah! What SHE said! Really Paigey, it’s not the end of the world! Nobody knows you, apart from Elsie and Ti, and you had your mask on! Why are you carrying on like this?” They were right, and I knew it, and I immediately began to calm down. Angel Voice whispered something else about me being moody on my period, and I actually snorted, and eventually even giggled a bit. Now that I thought back on it from within the safe confines of my personal castle, my over-the-top reaction seemed rather silly. After all, nobody apart from my neighbors could recognise me, and wetting your pants really isn’t a super big deal anyway. It had happened to me on multiple occasions during the years, including around friends and family, and never once had I ever experienced such an overly exaggerated breakdown like that! Angel Voice was right. I was being hormonal. I actually chuckled a little bit. My imaginary conscious voice new me better than I knew myself. After some of the embarrassments that I’d dealt with lately, like peeing my pants outside the shops and having Ti seeing me wet, AND in a diaper, then this was small change. I felt my inner strength beginning to return, and after a few moments of relaxing thoughts, I was able to finally get up and start dealing with it. It began with taking my stained and wet trainers off and dumping them in a bucket to soak, before cleaning myself up as best I could, before changing into an old dress and heading to the ablution block. Fifteen minutes later I was back home, freshly showered and cleaned, plus safely padded again in a clean kiddie pull up, my dress stashed safely away in a drawer again. Looking at my reflection, I paused to admire how cute I looked again in a fresh butterfly pull up, short pink t-shirt and pink ankle socks, but while I liked the look, it didn’t turn me on this time. Although I was clean, I felt frumpy and grumpy, and I didn’t hesitate to throw my old dressing gown on to cover up my cute little look. Being on my period always manages to make me feel somehow unattractive, which is dumb, but I can’t help it. “Don’t fret Paige,” AV told me. “This is just another experiment now, remember? You’ll get to see how effective your special pants are at this time of month.” She was right of course, and it did cheer me up. I’d been playing around with this idea of using my pull ups for my period, and my natural journalistic inquisitiveness had taken over again. I imagined that they’d work really well, assuming I didn’t pee myself and leak everywhere of course, but that wasn’t any different to doing the same thing with a pad or tampon in. It was more a matter of finding out if it made me feel unclean or not. If it did, I could always wear a pad inside my diaper, just to get the same feelings I was used too. I’d have to buy some of course, as I’d deliberately neglected to do so for just this experiment. I poured myself a wine, which made AV mildly berate me for drinking on an empty stomach, and so early in the day, but DV stood up to her staunchly, and she retreated back into wherever it is the voices go when they’re not bothering me, lol. After a smoke and my wine, I felt much better, although somehow fidgety and unsettled. I simply couldn’t be bothered trying to write, and didn’t want to actually go anywhere, but needed to keep occupied at the same time. Yoga was the key I realised. I cleared the coffee table out, and laid a thick towel on my yoga mat, just in case. With my current favourite album wafting out through my Bluetooth speakers, I proceeded to stretch and relax, finally letting my mind go almost completely blank. I eventually broke out of my peaceful reverie when a sharp jet of pee shot out while I was laying on my back and extending my legs, so I scrambled quickly to my feet, pulled down my nappy and peed into the bucket. Once I’d finished, I closely examined the padded lining of my diaper, and although it was a bit wet, it was already stained from my menstruations, so I changed into another one in the hope of maintaining my freshness. Now I certainly wouldn’t recommend that any girl who wants to feel clean on her cycle should pee into a bucket, because it’s not the best feeling, but the alternatives of wetting my nappy or trying to make it to the toilet weren’t fantastic options either, so I accepted it. This would be a bit of a downside to living in a place without an indoor toilet or shower, but if it was only a minor issue once a month, then I could learn to live with it. I needed another wine, but made a chicken sandwich to go with it, more to allay my guilt rather than anything to do with feeling hungry, and I consumed it with the wine. It wasn’t even eleven o’clock yet, and the two glasses of wine had a higher than usual intoxicating effect on my, relaxing me into a tipsy, calm state, helped along by having food in my tummy. Suddenly I yawned, as a wave of drowsiness swept over me. I guess a combination of exercise, alcohol, food, a shower, and wildly running emotions and hormones all combined to create a perfect storm of weariness. My unmade bed was looking like a safe haven that I was now badly craving. After folding a protective towel across the bed, and peeing in the bucket once more for good measure, I lay down, dressed in nothing more than my shirt, diaper and socks. Sleep didn’t come easy though. My brain kept spinning, going over and over the details of the past week again and again. I kept shifting around, trying to get into a comfortable position and fall asleep, but I couldn’t. Every time I almost dropped off, another memory would float across my mind. Some were mortifying, like what had just happened, or Ti seeing my wet pants or diaper, or losing control outside the shops. Others were intoxicating and exciting, involving my secret experiments and cute diapers and trainers. I gravitated between wanting to masturbate, and changing my identity and fleeing the country. I yawned, feeling frustrated, when a new, third voice spoke up from inside my mind, sounding like a mixture between Angel and Devil combined. “Why are you doing this to yourself Paige?” It asked kindly. “Stop fighting and second guessing yourself! It doesn’t really matter what the reason is, the FACT is, for the moment at least, you ARE currently virtually incontinent. You don’t have to justify it, nor do you owe anybody any explanation as to how or why. You DO NOT have to explain to a single person at all how or why it’s happened. Not to Mum, Max, Elsie, or anybody! You are definitely not the only adult in the world with this problem. “YES, you need to do something about it, but that’s YOUR problem, nobody else’s. Go to the fucking Doctor, concentrate on re-training yourself PROPERLY, but STOP OVER-ANALYSING IT! “You are having problems with holding your urine and keeping your pants dry. You’re not the only one. That’s exactly why they make diapers to fit adults. For Gods sake, you’re stronger than this! Stop hiding and crying over a situation that YOU CREATED! “THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD!” I snuggled down cozily into the bedding, found myself smiling, and dozed off, waking up two hours later in a wet diaper, but feeling 100% better than I had earlier, with a newfound confidence and resolution. This time when I changed my nappy, I didn’t pay much attention to it at all. I didn’t admire my reflection first, nor did I squeeze or rub it. I only gave the inside padding a cursory glance, and that was more to check on my period flow, before I cleaned myself up with a clinical coldness, and applied more nappy rash ointment before stepping into an adult pull up. The wine and sleep had left a furry feeling in my mouth, and I craved a Coke, so I had one, feeling nothing special about doing so. The past had taught me that soda wasn’t always a great option, and recently I’d been using it for just that exact option, but this time was different. I wasn’t having one in an attempt to have an accident, but at the same time I felt no guilt whatsoever in having it. Yes, it could potentially irritate my bladder, but I would try and be careful, and if I did have an accident, I would be wearing a nappy anyway. That’s exactly what they were for. This is what being a responsible adult was all about. Choosing when to treat yourself, and being able to make choices regarding the outcome of your actions. If you drank too much alcohol, you might get a hangover. This didn’t stop millions of people choosing to drink excessively every day, then living with the consequences of their actions without feeling it necessary to make excuses to anyone else. Dammit. I was a thirsty adult, and I wanted a Coke. I would take steps to ensure that I was careful about using the toilet, (or bucket) but if I DID have an accident, my diaper would protect me. That’s exactly what they were for. If anyone found I was wearing it, I didn’t owe them even the slightest explanation at all. I felt as if I’d found a kind of inner peace. Perhaps my experiments might be nearly over? After all, I’d accrued a lot of personal data about the effectiveness of my various products, and now knew with a fair degree of certainty what would work and what wouldn’t. As long as I didn’t set myself up for a big, public accident, I would be able to control my issues with the selection of products available to me. The kids pull ups would be sufficient under normal conditions to wear in public for my long term issues of light leakage caused by stress incontinence, while the adult ones would be good to wear to bed, or in a situation where a toilet may not be readily or easily available, like at a concert for example. Mind you, I was starting to think that going to a concert might be years away while we kept hitting lockdown conditions all the time. Regardless of whatever style of protection that I chose, it was going to be a fact of life for me moving forward that I would need to be careful with my fluid intake, and with trying to regularly use a toilet whilst out. I drained my Coke, and felt no excitement, worry, or shame in doing so. Yes, it would probably make me pee, but I could do that in the bucket any time I chose, or go to the toilet. If I had an accident, it would be just that, an accident, and that’s exactly what my diaper was for. As long as I was careful, and tried hard not to wet myself, that was all that mattered. If I did wet myself, it simply shouldn’t matter to me, nor anybody else. I felt empowered. My phone rang. It was my mum. I won’t transcribe the conversation, except for the part that matters. The part of the conversation that we always have where she not-so-subtly asks how I am. “So, how have you been Paigey?” “Yeah. Pretty good mum, you?” “I’m good sweetie. But how’s your little problem going? Getting any better?” Every time. She always makes mention of my occasional stress incontinence. Like why does she even care? My little leaks have been going on forever! It was time to say something. “Actually mum, now that you ask, it’s been getting a bit worse….” I then went on to explain (loosely and without a lot of relevant details of course) how my incontinence had gotten worse. I told her that I’d wet the bed a few times and taken to wearing a diaper while sleeping. Then I told her that I’d completely wet myself on my morning jog. She was concerned of course, and made me swear that I’d go to the doctors as soon as I could, but I didn’t falter or try to deflect the conversation. I don’t want to over use the word “Empowering,” but that’s the only way to describe it. I told my mum I was wearing diapers to bed at least, and was having accidents, but I was dealing with it. Our call was interrupted by another incoming call warning. My boss, Max was ringing. I hastily made my parental goodbyes and took her call instead. In short, it was a similar conversation. She wanted to know if I’d be available to come into the office for a meeting with rest of the staff, instead of a zoom call. “Actually Max, this is kind of embarrassing, but I’d rather not if I don’t have to. I’m battling a bit of a health issue at the moment.” Max chuckled, but in a concerned way. “What’s up Paige? You haven’t caught a case of The ‘Rona have you?” I gave her a chuckle in return. “No, but I almost wish it was that. I’ve developed some sort of bladder issue. I keep wetting myself all the time!” To say she was shocked would be an understatement, but she recovered quickly and was incredibly supportive. Max is a wonderful people manager. She didn’t ask anymore questions, just said that she understood, wished me well, and made me promise to keep her informed. So that was two confessions made, mum, and work. I’d got through both conversations with only a modicum of embarrassment, although that may have been helped by the fact that they had been over the phone. Could I be so calm in person, face to face? Only one way to find out! I’d go and visit Elsie and Tiana. At 3pm, (giving Ti time to finish any online lessons,) I found myself knocking on the door of Elsie’s van with a shaking hand. I smoothed my skirt down at the back, feeling the thick adult nappy that was hidden underneath and held in place by some flesh coloured pantyhose. I could feel it, and although my mirror had declared that it wasn’t noticeable, my hand declared otherwise. “Don’t sweat it Paige,” Devil Voice advised. “They’re gonna know about it shortly anyway.” She was right, and I stopped rubbing my butt a full second before my elderly neighbour opened her door. Elsie was polite enough to feign surprise at my visit, even though I had told her earlier that I’d call in, and I’m sure she couldn’t have forgotten the blubbering mess in the piss soaked shorts that had made the promise. I would probably be cringing at that memory forever. Tiarni was sitting at the table in front of her laptop, and she gave an excited squeal of “Hi Paige,” as she shut it down before scrambling to her feet to greet me. The hug was unexpected, but really nice, and I pretended not to notice when Elsie pulled her granddaughter’s pants up properly, hiding the waistband of the pull up that had been sticking out over the top. I was more embarrassed about my own situation to really care one way or another about anyone else’s visible padding. I was seated comfortably on the sofa, while Elsie made tea and produced some delicious home made cookies, and after some small talk, I began to speak openly about my visit, and what had happened earlier. I will admit that I perhaps didn’t tell the complete truth, but I didn’t really lie either, just omitted to mention some pertinent facts about deciding to try diapers out as an experiment, or discovering how much I loved them. “I need to talk to you girls about what happened earlier,” I started, finding it difficult to make eye contact, and when Elsie tried to reassure me that it wasn’t necessary, I held up a polite hand to stop her, and explained that I actually NEEDED to talk about it, for my own sake at least. I started off slowly and uncomfortably, with a bit of stammering and stuttering, but the more I talked, the better I felt about it. I explained to both of them that I’d always had a slightly weak bladder, and brushed over how leaking pee when I coughed or sneezed had always been an issue. After Elsie took my hand and said that she absolutely fully understood that, and that it had been happening to her for many years, I started to relax and speak more freely. Soon my barriers were down, and I was telling some funny stories about some of my bigger accidents, including how I would wet the bed if I drank too much, which is when it was Ti’s turn to take my hand and tell me so solemnly that SHE certainly could understand my problem with that! I guess you had to be there, but it was kind of cute, lol. “Then I moved in here, and things started getting worse,” I explained. “The toilet block is close, but not always close enough,” I said, which made the older and younger girls pass a nod and a very knowing look between themselves. “I’ll find myself suddenly needing to go, but once I step outside and start walking, it becomes urgent really quickly, and I can’t always hold on. I began wetting myself on the way to the toilet! That’s what happened on that day that you saw me there Ti.” “Toldya Nan!” Tiarni exclaimed triumphantly, giving Elsie a victorious smirk, before blushing brightly at what she had just said, basically admitting to me that she had told her grandmother about seeing me in wet pants earlier in my stay here. She turned back to me, cheeks flushed red, and quickly stammered an explanation. “Sorry Paige. But you seen me doing the ‘zact same thing, remember? I hadda accident on the way to the toilet too! Remember? So I guess I told Nan about it, cause it kinda made me feel better seeing someone else having one to, ‘specially a grownup!” Elsie patted Ti’s hand lovingly, and took a breath before addressing me herself. “Paige, sweetie, believe me, we understand, don’t we Ti?” The girl blushed deeper, but kept her head up and maintained eye contact with he as her grandmother explained. “I’m an old lady, Paige. My plumbing isn’t as good as it once was, not by a long way, especially at night. Tiarni cant always hold on long enough either, especially when she’s doing her schoolwork. It’s a long walk to have a wee if you’ve been holding on for a long time, like she has to do while doing schoolwork. Then there’s the nighttimes. Neither of us want to walk to the toilets in the dark, and I won’t let her go by herself, but it’s hard to get these old legs moving sometimes. Plus if Ti wakes up during the night and needs to go, by the time she’s woken me up, it’s too late. That’s why we both wear protection. Ti for school and sleep, and me at nights. We simply couldn’t live without it. My son doesn’t approve of my letting her wear pull-ups, but then again I don’t approve of a lot of things that he does, and since Ti lives with me, I think it’s my call. After all, it’s so much cheaper and easier to throw a few nappies out instead of having to wash loads of sheets everyday! That laundromat is so expensive!” With everyone’s embarrassment out in the open, things became so much easier to talk about. I found myself telling them about how I’d been experimenting with different forms of protection, and they were surprised that I could still fit into kids pull ups! I explained that wet pants that morning had been a result of my “Thick Underwear” leaking. (I neglected to use the term Training Pants.” My explanations eventually came to an end with my saying how it had now gotten to a point where I wasn’t going to continue to try and hide it anymore, but was going to seek some medical advice, and do whatever was necessary to keep living my life, with or without diapers. Our conversation finished with the three of us sharing a group hug outside the door, as I turned to leave. I started walking back to my van when the urge to pee suddenly hit me, a result of the two cups of tea and can of soda that I’d consumed. I walked straight past my van and headed towards the toilet block, but I didn’t make it. As had been my recent experience, the mere sight of the toilet block was an automatic signal for my bladder to let go, and I began pissing myself without redemption while still a few meters away. I stopped in my tracks, and spread my legs slightly as the hot wetness soaked into my adult diaper. I glanced around nonchalantly, feeling no shame whatsoever, and saw nobody around, so I made no attempt at all to stop it from happening. I simply stood there and soaked my nappy without a care, then turned around and went back home again, feeling almost no emotions at all. I felt no shame, no embarrassment, and no guilt. I had genuinely tried to make it, but hadn’t been able to, and that was fine. It was why I was wearing a nappy in the first place. I also felt no real sexual turn on at all, probably because it had been a real accident and not something that I’d done on purpose. I will admit to feeling a little bit cute though, and that was nice. I like feeling cute. To my surprise, Angel and Devil remained silent as well, so I guess even they knew the difference between an unavoidable accident versus naughty playtime. Once inside, I took a deep breath as I relaxed, before taking my shirt and skirt off. Dressed only in a diaper, pantyhose and sleeveless undershirt, I sat down on a towel at my computer, and began to type. Maybe because my mind and conscience was now clear, I’m not sure, but the words just flowed out of me, as did my urine occasionally, although I wouldn’t stop writing to get up. A few hours later, and my pantyhose were soaked, as was the towel I was sitting on, my diaper having given up ages ago, but my novel was almost finished. I wrote more in that few hours than at any other time, and even upon re-reading it later, I found almost no mistakes. A few edits and a lot of reading later, and three days later I made use of my journalistic contacts and rang a publisher that I’d met a few times through work, who was more than happy to give it a cursory glance for me, then offer some advice as to what I should do next. A week after I sent it to her, I received a reply email, that almost took my breath away, especially considering how she had worded it. I guess because we knew each other it was sent with a little bit less professionalism than would normally have been the case. “Dear Paige. This is fucking brilliant! I want it! Get yourself an agent my dear girl, as we have some serious negotiations to go through!” She then listed a few contacts, with one in particular who she thought would be most interested, and suggested that she forward my story on to her, which I hastily agreed to. Two weeks went by, and I was beginning to think the worst, until I received an e-mail telling me that the agent was just as impressed as what the publisher had been, and it had a contract attached to it… Eventually we agreed on a three book deal, and there were whispers about television rights for a mini-series as well, but nothing has happened along those lines yet, although cheque that they sent me was VERY generous, much more so than what a brand new novelist could usually expect! I knew just what to do with the money as well….. After contacting my builder, some of my new found wealth changed hands, and a fully self contained granny flat was added to the backyard of my new house. Six months later, and we moved in. Yes. We. Now I live in the main house, and spend my days writing, my days of being the worlds worst journalist are long behind me as I’m working on finishing my second book. Elsie and Tiarni live in the flat, at no charge. I simply enjoy their company so much. I know it won’t be forever, as Elsie will only get older as will Ti, and eventually they will both move on, but it gives them some much needed space and a lot more dignity now. I believe that Ti still wets the bed sometimes, but doesn’t need a diaper during the day, which is great, because school went back, and she’s doing really well. As for me? I saw my doctor and had tests done, but no problems were found. I’ve been doing kegel exercises daily, and although my stress incontinence is a lot better, I still wear diapers everyday, as my urge incontinence is still an issue. Not to mention when I’m writing or in bed, I simply enjoy the freedoms that wearing gives me, and I still enjoy wetting myself on purpose! So there you have it guys and girls. My little story about how I became incontinent through wearing diapers! I hope you all enjoyed it. Oh! Devil and Angel still talk to me all the time, and I wouldn’t have it any other way! vincp44, PrincessEsther, LittlePunkGirl and 8 others 10 1 Quote Link to comment
mikey mike 346 Posted January 9, 2022 Share Posted January 9, 2022 Great ending to a great story Barry. looking forward to seeing what you come up with next. Barry 1 Quote Link to comment
Piddly 926 Posted January 9, 2022 Share Posted January 9, 2022 Great to have you back @Barry and what a fantastic ending! Very much looking forward to what you come up with next...although, I'm going to go there, I'd really love to know how D&A and the rest of them are getting on too. 😉 Barry 1 Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted January 10, 2022 Author Share Posted January 10, 2022 On 1/9/2022 at 12:27 PM, mikey mike said: Great ending to a great story Barry. looking forward to seeing what you come up with next. Thanks mate. Glad you enjoyed it! Got something interesting in the pipeline, so stay tuned! 😉 mikey mike and Wet_alistair 1 1 Quote Link to comment
mikey mike 346 Posted January 10, 2022 Share Posted January 10, 2022 Is there anything more to come with D&A Barry, or have you finished with that story now? Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted January 11, 2022 Author Share Posted January 11, 2022 17 hours ago, mikey mike said: Is there anything more to come with D&A Barry, or have you finished with that story now? There will be more. I know what the next couple of chapters will be. But I’ve had trouble with the inspiration to write lately, hence the delay with finishing this. I’ll try again after the next story. OkiF, Wet_alistair and mikey mike 2 1 Quote Link to comment
StewieFan28 4 Posted January 12, 2022 Share Posted January 12, 2022 I guess this means more Dan and Amy Quote Link to comment
Stanley79 636 Posted January 14, 2022 Share Posted January 14, 2022 With the expected holiday and post-holiday COVID-19 surge forecast (and now worsening in some ways), I've mostly saved indoors watching free internet movies. Nearly everything I found was psychopathic, violent, or unsettling in other ways. Al this in a genre producing characters easily related to in optimistic story lines. You seem almost alone in writing descent characters who mature as they face (plausible) experiences. your stories life the heart. Thank you a thousand time over. Barry 1 Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted January 15, 2022 Author Share Posted January 15, 2022 3 hours ago, Stanley79 said: With the expected holiday and post-holiday COVID-19 surge forecast (and now worsening in some ways), I've mostly saved indoors watching free internet movies. Nearly everything I found was psychopathic, violent, or unsettling in other ways. Al this in a genre producing characters easily related to in optimistic story lines. You seem almost alone in writing descent characters who mature as they face (plausible) experiences. your stories life the heart. Thank you a thousand time over. Thank you. Very much. I’m really glad you liked it. 🙂 Quote Link to comment
LittlePunkGirl 109 Posted September 28, 2023 Share Posted September 28, 2023 I missed the ending of this so I'm glad I found it a long while later. Loved seeing the characters growth and glad she found some peace. Honestly hearing talk about it made me feel better about my stress and anxiety urgency in relation to my middle side. 💜 Quote Link to comment
mpeoples42 148 Posted December 28, 2023 Share Posted December 28, 2023 This is my favorite story of all time. Does anyone else know of any good stories that are similar to this? Specifically someone who is doing it (mostly) by choice and likes to wear/use diapers? Quote Link to comment
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