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  1. I went kayaking with some friends and the other girls just stepped out of the kayak and openly peed their pants in the water. We all tow a floating cooler of beer behind one of the kayaks anyway. Kayaking is watersports.
  2. I don’t like golden showers. It is giving contempt to your partner to stand over and pee on them. Lap wettings on the other hand or wetting while making out is a turn on to me. Messing to the point where you can see the actual poop. I like the bulge that pants or panty messing makes, but I don’t want to see poop. The model complaining about being stinky or reacting to the smell of messed pants is also a turn off. I like diapers, so i guess I am in the minority. I like to see the dye or indicators fade as the diaper is wet. I like M3 diapers because they have the most dramatic wetness indicators. I do not like bonnets, bibs, or bottles or adults sucking on a pacifier. I am tired of the meme where a model stands in the bathtub when she has an accident with a toilet in the picture. A much better scenario is the woman trying to undo the fastenings on her pants, or better yet a romper, while wetting herself out of desperation. I understand peeing in the bathtub because it is easier to clean. I love humiliation when the model has a wetting accident or is caught wearing diapers by her friends or roommates or made to wear diapers because of wetting herself. I do not like where the humiliation turns into cruelty. I know that is a fine line different to different people, but to each their own. I hate the dancing women on Tictok who get in laughing fits and wet themselves. I hate that piss on the floor song as well. I also hate when the wetter is about to wet and pulls their pants down before wetting. I was ready to watch an accident and I didn’t get one.
  3. Panties worn when wetting are more interesting because most people wear underwear. Most people don’t go commando.
  4. I take the mattress protector off and wash it.
  5. 1. Helplessly wet your pants as you are unlocking your front door every time you come home. or 2. Randomly wet your pants somewhere while out twice a month.
  6. If you hate cleaning up, don’t sit in a messy diaper. I did once and no more.
  7. Another chapter at just over three years. Yay. I wrote it quite some time ago, but never got around to posting it, but apparently there is a competing story on another forum. I guess I should be flattered if someone wants to write fanfic of my story. Apparently not reading messages here for two month was long enough to take my lack of response for permission. Chapter Thirty-Three Church I woke up the next morning with Cassie pressed closely against me. “I love you, Milton,” she said and grabbed my hand and pressed it to her chest. I pulled my hand away. “Wake up, Cassie,” I hissed. “It’s me, Nora.” She opened her eyes and then stared at me. Then she pushed herself away. “Where am I?” she asked. “We are at Kara’s house. It’s time to wake up anyway,” I said. “I’ll let you have a shower first.” She rubbed her eyes. “Sorry, I dreamed that I was in bed with Milton.” She shoved her hand in her diaper and smiled. “At least I am dry.” I stood up and wet my diaper. “Then I’ll take the first shower.” I put on a robe, grabbed my stuff, and headed to the bathroom. After a warm shower, I came back and hunted down a dress. I chose a flowered dress and put that on over panties. “Now, go shower and I’ll pick out an outfit for you.” “I can dress myself, Nora,” she said. She disappeared into the hall. I looked through my bag and pulled out a similar dress to my own. I then played on my phone while I waited for Cassie. She came back and pulled out her black cargo pants with the chains on them and started to pull them on over panties. “It’s Sunday,” I said. “You can’t wear those pants to church.” Cassie looked at me. “What do you mean church?” I pulled out the Stephen’s Family Itinerary and showed her. “We are going to church, then we are going to dinner at the pastor’s house.” Kara opened the door and Cassie grabbed a black t-shirt with a rock band on it over her pants. She gave Cassie a weird look and then looked at me. “You are letting her dress like that at church?” Kara asked me. “And for dinner at the pastor’s house,” said Cassie. I sighed. “We will be discussing wardrobe later.” Kara was still in her pajamas and not making any effort to get ready. “Well I am staying at home and watching cartoons while you guys go to church,” said Kara. “I wonder if Johnny Quest is still on.” She grabbed a DVD box set from a shelf by her bed and held it up. “It is.” I grabbed my backpack, and my extra dress along with the grocery bag containing our dirty diapers and headed out to my car. Cassie followed with her own backpack. “We’ll be back later,” I said. Kara lay down in her bed and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. “Have fun,” she said ### Once in the car, I confronted Cassie. “You are not wearing that outfit to church.” I pushed the dress toward her. She frowned, but looked at me. “I couldn’t exactly change in front of Kara or she would have known I didn’t have a diaper on.” As I pulled away from Kara’s house, she stripped off her shirt and pulled the dress on over her head. “I am not really a girly girl,” she said and slid her pants down, without unbucking her seatbelt. She folded her pants and shirt and threw them in the back seat. “There is nothing we can do about the combat boots you are wearing,” I said. I wore matching pumps and I thought I looked pretty cute. We pulled into the church parking lot and I found my parent’s car and parked next to them before we went inside. It was about twenty minutes before the service the building was filling up. Everyone else was dressed appropriately, so I was so glad I made Cassie change. She pressed up against me and whispered. “I’ve never been to church. What am I supposed to do?” “Let’s get some coffee and find our seat,” I said. I went over to the refreshment table, grabbed a cup of coffee and put some sugar in it. Cassie made a coffee too and took a sip. “They give our free coffee?” she asked. “Always,” I said. I lead her toward the sanctuary and we collected a bulletin and found a seat near my parents. “Are we allowed to have our drinks in here?” she asked. “Yes,” I said. “Just don’t spill it.” I put my coffee cup in the cupholder in front of me. “You got to tell me what to say,” she said. “I don’t know all this stuff. Do I need to know Latin?” “We don’t say anything,” I said. “And no you don’t need to know Latin. We are evangelicals. At the very least, we are asked to greet each other and then sit back down.” “And what do I say then?” “You know how to greet people,” I said. Soon the service started and I whispered to her. “Just stand up when I stand up and sit down when I do.” She looked uncomfortable, but then the service started. After the service was over she walked out toward lobby with me. “I was worried about nothing,” she said. “I guess I just watch too much TV. The preacher didn’t even have that white thing on his collar like on TV.” “Because we aren’t Catholic,” I said. “For some reason TV churches are always Catholic Churches.” “None of my foster parents took me to church so I didn’t know what to expect. Not that I got to stay home and watch cartoons like Kara.” “Kara’s family doesn’t go to church for some reason,” I said. She smiled. “Are we really eating at the preacher’s house?” I nodded. “As soon as everyone is done talking to each other. I think it will be about fifteen or twenty minutes before everyone leaves and we can make it over to the preacher’s house.” “Do you have directions?” she asked. The preacher lived in the parsonage which was next to the church, but I answered her with, “I think I know the way.” Cassie pulled out her phone. “Just give me the address and I’ll enter it in the GPS, just to be sure.” “I don’t know the address,” I answered. “I do know the way though.” “How can you know the way if you don’t know the address?” I pointed to the parsonage. “Because it’s right there. Where was your GPS going to tell us to go?” She shoved her phone in her purse. “Probably, you have arrived.” She gave me a stern look. “You could have told me though.” “Let’s just walk around until it’s time to start?” I suggested. She shrugged and followed me across the street to where there was a public park. We walked around the path for about fifteen minutes chatting. “So are you really going to keep up with this diaper thing when you could easily go back to the school you really wanted?” Well I have to finish the semester at least,” I said. “Besides, I got a roommate who is decent to me, a guy who kind of likes me, and I found out I am terrible at English. I’ll stick to engineering at MIT even if I do have to convince Bets that I need diapers.” “Thanks,” she said. “I’ve been so stressed out since college started.” “I’ve noticed,” I said. “What’s stressing you out so much. You know everything in class and your relationship with that jerk Milton is okay, unless he is making the bedwetting thing an issue again.” She blush. “He’s not. He’s been pretty cool since you had a talk with him.” “He’d better,” I said. “So what’s stressing you out?” “I don’t know. It’s the hiding stuff,” she said. “I have the threat of Bets putting a stop to this gravy train at any time. She only is there every few weeks, but Veronica and Darla would tell on me if they thought I was a faker. I’m not sure what Bella would do. She and Melody do their own things even though they are roommates. And Melody: anytime her website where she sells individual diapers is going to be linked to her and Bets will wonder where she got the money. She was able to use the additional money to buy actual textbooks while we couldn’t.” “We won’t get caught,” I said. “I asked Melody and she goes by an alias. How do you think she got so much done by herself while her mother babied her for eighteen years? If it makes you feel better, you are worrying so much about it, you might actually start to need diapers.” “Not funny.” “Well, anyway, we should get going. It’s going to start soon.” We arrived at dinner just in time.
  8. My friend had that happen to her, but she was wearing whites and had to walk back to her barracks wet. Whites become see through. Navy uniforms were different in the nineties and we didn’t have blue camouflage.
  9. I apologize if this is too off topic, but I thought the subject to anyone interested in car seat wettings. I had a friend who was really desperate after a large margarita and she was about to pee her pants in my car seat. I told her to go ahead because it was better to be embarrassed for a little bit than to be in physical pain. She did make it to my house where she was able to go in the toilet, but I've been thinking about just how to clean a car seat. My seats were nasty and I figured I'd just get a seat covers and cover the stain if she did have an accident. However, I found this device and decided to give it a try in my car. The stain is not a pee stain, as far as I know. (The friend drives the car too.) Here are pictures of the results. It took out most of the stain and I really couldn't tell from looking at it that it, although the picture of the final result shows a slightly darker spot, but it might come back more after it dries. The moral of the story is we can clean up car seat accidents and it might make our wettings in our cars less obvious. I bought the device for less than $100 US dollars at a large American chain of big box stores. I don't make money from them in any way. Again, sorry if cleaning up from accidents is off topic.
  10. Tyvek suits like you use for chemicals don’t show a stain at all. There is no puddle either as the suits have waterprooof feet.
  11. I didn’t think to look for a camera person. If I didn’t see a camera person, I’d probably try to be far enough away to not be noticed, but still would want to watch.
  12. Has anyone taken dihydrogen monoxide to make them pee more? I have a female friend who consumed a whole bottle of it and almost had an accident on a road trip.
  13. I keep a spare change of clothes just in case. I keep them in a duffle bag in my car. The accidents were mostly sulfuric acid splashings, not bathroom accidents. Seeing your clothes literally dissolve is not fun and it really burns. If I take my top off you can see a big white spot on my side and there are tiny white dots on my arms. I no longer work with sulfuric acid, thank goodness.
  14. Even so, how can you pee that much out? I know I should probably drink more water. However, sitting in pee until I hovered two more settings would be unpleasant for my skin.
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