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  1. It was some time in early June at the Ship Island Camp. Campers and their parents showed up in droves, disembarking from the ferry with heavy backpacks, sleeping bags, and bedrolls. They chattered with each other as they made their way towards the gate, which was wide open and decorated with a welcoming array of balloons and streamers. Most of the campers were teens, about 16 to 18 years old. Shayla was on the older side of this spectrum, at 18 years old. She looked around for familiar faces, hoping to see someone she had met from the prior years of her attendance. The entrance had a long line, filled with campers looking to get themselves checked in and pack away their things. At the end of the line, counselors stood in groups, where campers were directed to head to their respective cabins together. Shayla diligently waited with her mother in line, sipping from her thermos of ice cold water. She eagerly awaited to be put into a cabin, ideally with one of her long-time friends. Her mother asked her "Do you have everything?" Shayla nodded, mentally going through a checklist of her items. Hairbrush, mosquito spray, pillow, sleeping bag... It seemed as though she had everything. "I think I have everything, mom.", she said. Her mom reiterated, asking again "You have all of your things?" Shayla blushed at the question, but remembered that she had packed them. "Yes, I have them." They were always referred to indirectly, in some way or another. Most often they were her simply her "things". But when more clarity was needed, they were her "night-time underwear", her "just-in-case panties", or, at most, her "pull-ups". But they were never referred to as they actually where, how Shayla really thought of them: her diapers. Shayla felt that the subtle differences between these terms were all but irrelevant: they were padded underwear that absorbed her pee. Shayla had stopped wetting her bed when she was ten years old. Or so she thought, until she mysteriously began waking up to that familiar wetness in her bedding, pajamas, and panties. And just as soon as her parents knew that these accidents weren't flukes, the plastic sheet came out of the closet. And with it came the diapers. At first she cursed at her inability to hold herself in her sleep, but eventually came to begrudgingly accept her reality. Even in her long stretches of blissful night-time dryness, Shayla had always been accident-prone. She couldn't always hold it, and she often overestimated her bladder control. She had accidents only sometimes though, and mostly just small ones that were easy enough to clean. As the line further advanced, Shayla realized that she should begin seeking out the bathroom. Nevertheless, the line advanced slowly. Eventually, she made it to the front, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Her mother resisted asking her if she needed to pee, figuring that it would be embarrassing. After checking in, Shayla walked towards the wide circle of counselors. An assistant smiled and pointed her to her cabin: "You will be in the whitewater cabin, it's over there." Shayla walked in the indicated direction, but noticed one of her friends along the way. "Hi Amanda!", she smiled and waved. "Hi Shayla, what cabin are you in?" Shayla replied "Whitewater cabin." Amanda replied "Oh, never been in that one." Shayla walked up to her own cabin, becoming more aware of her need to pee. She knew where the bathrooms where, but they were far away and she still needed to put away her stuff. Her counselor cheerily introduced herself as Shayla approached and set her stuff down. "Hello there, welcome to Whitewater Cabin! My name is Fern." She extended her hand. Shayla replied in turn by introducing herself. Fern looked around at her cabin. There were only four other girls there (usually either per cabin) and no one that Shayla personally knew. Fern gazed at her clipboard and performed a mental head count of who all was there. "OK, I think that's everyone. Are we ready to go?" Shayla thought to herself Yeah I'm ready to go. To go directly in my pants. Everyone generally seemed to agree and they prepared to embark. Shayla quickly lifted her heavy backpack, which sent a wave of desperation through her. She even lost control for a second, resulting in a few drops of pee in her panties. After regaining control, she followed the others to Whitewater Cabin. The walk was mostly in silence, as they would be expected to introduce themselves later. Shayla knew this was for the best, each step proved more difficult for the last as her bladder pleaded for release. The girls finally got to their cabin. In mechanical fashion, bedrolls were unfurled, sleeping bags were placed, and bags were stashed in their respective places. Shayla noticed that this cabin lacked the traditional, old mattresses that other cabins had. This one had new ones, with a thick plastic outside. It reminded her of her mattress at home. Shayla had been careful to hide her embarrassing secret beneath a thick block of strategically-placed underwear, socks, and shirts. Shayla always packed spare underwear with her, just in case something happened. Just in case something was about to happen. As the parents filtered out and said their goodbyes, the girls turned to each other and to Fern. "Alright everyone," Fern said, "welcome to your new home for the next two weeks." Fern looked awkwardly around. She had a cute smile, and seemed to be kind of shy. "Does anyone know why you're in this specific cabin?" Shayla had already been putting the pieces together, but Fern's question made it immediately clear: This wasn't Whitewater Cabin. This was Yellowwater Cabin. Shayla, still desperately needing to pee, crossed her legs silently as she sat on her bunk. Maybe only she knew, maybe everyone knew, but Shayla wasn't about to share her secret to four strangers. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea. Only the faint sound of Shayla's bouncing, crossed, leg could be heard. Finally, Fern broke the silence. "You're all here because your parents indicated that you might sometimes have night-time accidents." The room became even more still and silent as each camper's worst nightmare was realized. "Now, don't you girls worry about a thing. The thought behind this cabin was that you all have the same problems, and you all know how best to deal with them. You have everything you need: protected sheets, cleaning stuff, and the first shower of the day." Fern continued explaining that it's OK to have accidents sometimes The shower part sounded nice, Shayla thought, since the showers were usually cold by the time she could get to them. She thought about that warm shower, about standing in the warm water, about it flowing down her back and legs... Shayla snapped out of her daydream abruptly when she caught another small leak go into her panties. Not now she thought, as she summoned more strength to hold on. Not immediately after everyone here knows I'm a bedwetter. But it was little use. Fern was not done talking, and she didn't want to be rude. Periodically, little dribbles of pee escaped. Shayla felt lucky to be on a protected mattress. Shayla continued to listen to Fern's speech, eagerly waiting for it to end. Part of her wished she had a diaper on right now, just so she could take care of it.
  2. Alright, I shared this one on the discord, so it’s only fair I post it here too. So, I don't live super far from where my work is (or was, since it's all remote right now). This means that, in theory, I can save some time in the morning by waking up, shoveling down breakfast, rushing a shower, and then just zooming there, and I'm not at too much risk of needing to go to the bathroom on the way there. However, I am dumb and have a very small bladder and bowels, so this particular time things didn't go to plan. I was experimenting with drinking coffee, which I usually don't do, and which I gave up on again after this. So that morning I got up, ate a muffin and slammed back a cup of coffee, then did a quick shower and just dashed out the door. Things were going pretty well; I was well ahead of schedule. And then I hit traffic. And then the coffee hit my bowels. So I was sitting in traffic at a place where there usually isn't real traffic, feeling my tummy burbling, and farting just slightly too often for comfort. Finally, the traffic let up, and I almost made it to work before my bowels finally gave out. Luckily, when I worked in person, I pretty regularly wore a pullup. Unluckily, I wore a pullup, so after that first second of relief as I felt warm mush fill my diaper, I started to get worried. I could feel my bladder leaking too, and I was getting really worried about leaks as I pulled into the parking lot and felt a second wave of messing begin. I parked and sat in my car for a minute, my pullup pressing hard against the back of my pants and the hissing sound of my bladder releasing in fits and starts filling the quiet space. Finally, I forced myself to get up and get moving. I gingerly stepped out of the car and, slightly waddling, made it into the office and all the way to a private bathroom without being challenged. This was a good thing, because when I got there and looked down, I saw that my pullup had leaked, leaving dark stains down my grey pants. It was… not great. Luckily, I always used to carry an extra skirt and pullup in my purse, so I was able to quickly get myself cleaned up, bag the dirty pullup and pants, and walk back out like nothing had ever happened. And this is one of the several reasons that I never drink coffee.
  3. 583 downloads

    A lovely diaper video where a cute Japanese women tries on and wets a range of diapers. Enjoy, Rach
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  4. View File JAV-ACZ-120 - Diaper Fun! A lovely diaper video where a cute Japanese women tries on and wets a range of diapers. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/17/2024 Category JAV Collections  
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    I can't recall seeing this one on here, but I thought diaper aficionados would appreciate another gem from ACZD! Enjoy, Rach
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  6. View File JAV-ACZ-096 - Diaper and Pullup Wetting and Fun I can't recall seeing this one on here, but I thought diaper aficionados would appreciate another gem from ACZD! Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/12/2024 Category JAV Collections  
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    I've accumulated these over the last little while, a wide range of TikTok finds. Note, there's wetting, desperation, and some diaper/pullup content here. Enjoy, Rach
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  8. View File Rachel's Recent TikTok Finds I've accumulated these over the last little while, a wide range of TikTok finds. Note, there's wetting, desperation, and some diaper/pullup content here. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/16/2023 Category Female  
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    Fresh JAV release with lots of hot diaper content! Enjoy, Rach
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  10. View File Woman wears nothing but an always discreet pullup and soaks it. contains nudity and wetting Submitter diaperpadboi Submitted 07/03/2023 Category Female  
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    A woman with a navel and nipple piercings masturbates in a cupcake pullup. She sometimes pulls down pullup to show her pussy. Contains nudity and masturbation.
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  12. View File Pierced woman masturbates in cupcake pullup A woman with a navel and nipple piercings masturbates in a cupcake pullup. She sometimes pulls down pullup to show her pussy. Contains nudity and masturbation. Submitter diaperpadboi Submitted 07/03/2023 Category Female  
  13. Well this came up on another thread and I realized that I didn't recall seeing a thread dedicated to sharing adult diaper ads. There have been some great ones recently, and some pretty good historic ones as well, so please share any adult diaper ads you may find here. NOTE: This is not for baby diaper ads and let's keep any bedwetting pullup ads out of the thread as well please. Here are some from another thread to get us started: Start with a tear jerker! Tena Silhouette Tena Discreet: Tena pants: Pads 🙂 Black pullups: More black pullups: PAds: Spanish Tena: Interviews:
  14. Feel free to skip to the next paragraph if you don’t give a shit about me (understandable honestly) It’s been a while since I posted huh? As a quick rundown and something I’ve talked about briefly elsewhere I was dealing with a health complication that wasn’t anything serious but made writing smut very unappealing. After that I started writing again but usually for other fetishes unrelated to this or nonsmut. This isn’t me fishing for support or e-crying I just thought I’d bring it up again here for reasons that will become apparent momentarily. I don’t plan on a drastic increase on output anytime soon, this is and always will be a when I feel like it sort of thing. Just know that me not posting for a month or two doesn’t mean i’m dead or retiring or anything. Beyond that tangent, as I’ve also stated before I have military grade writers block. I have several settings where I’ve used a similar gimmick to this one but they really aren’t related. Most of them have some choices a later found questionable from a worldbuilding pov that wished I could change; Inconvenient Entanglement is the first time I was somewhat happy with the premise. That and other factors lead to me getting fatigued with the stories. I still plan on finishing IE since there are other aspects of that story that have my brain hooked on finishing it, I’ve actually already done the ending and just need the middle and some important filler, but I’ll be moving away from longform continuous stories for a bit to try and move past this writers block. Anyway, to the obligatory worldbuilding and thread explanation blurb. This isn’t a single story and more a place to post some stories and explore unrelated concepts set in the same universe. In this setting people don’t gain full bladder control until later in live, usually mid teens for men and late teens to early twenties for women. Some people are trained earlier, some are trained later, but more or less everyone will be out of diapers before their 21 barring outstanding circumstances. That said seeing a person in their mid twenties wearing pull-ups Incase something happens or good nights for bed wetting isn’t unheard of even if a lot of people would be embarrassed about it. Most stories are gonna be one or two parters that could be just modern day stories from the setting, stories from the past or future, in universe fiction, etc. Might reuse characters from time to time depending on how i’m feeling, idk. This is mostly a place for unrelated vignettes in the same universe. Anyway, that’s enough stalling. Date Night “Eric, can you pick up some diapers for your sister on your way home?” Eric’s eyes shot open as he read the familiar message from his mother. ”I’m on a date Mom!” He quickly replied in text. ”So what, she probably needs some too.” ”She’s 18 Mom, she’s out of diapers already!” Eric angrily replied. ”Sweetie please just get them for her. I’ve been at work all day.” Eric groaned audibly. “Fine Mom.” ”Thanks. Oh, and I put some pull-ups in in your glove box. Make sure to wear them. You don’t want a damp spot showing on your shorts.” Eric sighed and stashed his phone in his pants pants pocket. “Mom knows I haven’t had that happen in over a month, I wear underwear around the house. Why does she always harp on me about wearing those when i’m out.” He took a sip of his soda and glanced over to the clock in the center of the mall. Well, mall is generous. It was more of a half dead shopping center kept alive by the fact nothing else was nearby. He agreed to meet his date here and drive her to the movie theater in town since she lived so far away from school and he was wanting any chance to spend time with her. “Sarah was suppose to be here five minutes ago.” He thought to himself with a bit of worry as he closed his eyes. His mind turned to something his mother said about her probably needing to pick up some diapers. “I wonder what she does wear under those Daisy Dukes? In middle school and high school girls would always show off their waistbands if they were in pull-ups or panties but that kinda stopped in college I guess. Most girls are in pull-ups and the ones that aren’t hide it now. She’s always wearing those tight shorts. Even if her shirts are long enough to cover her waist she can’t be wearing anything too baggy. I bet she’s in panties, maybe something lacy, or maybe she’s going commando tonight.” His imagination was interrupted by the feeling of his pull-up and shorts growing tight against his member. He felt a bit of embarrassment wash over him and zipped up his jacket to hide the evidence of his contemplation. Before he could think anymore he heard something calling out too him. “Hey Eric, there you are!” He looked around to see a athletic blond girl with short denim shorts and a white tee shirt walking towards him. “Sorry I was late, our dog got out and we were all looking for him. Cell service is spotty out her too so you know.” ”It’s fine, don’t worry about it. The move doesn’t start for almost an hour anyway so we have plenty of time to get there.” Eric said without any hesitation. “My car’s right outside, it’s about a 40 minute drive to the theater.” Sarah grabbed his right hand and started walking towards the door. “You know I could start meeting you closer to the school or in town or something. You don’t have to drive all the way out here to pick me up.” Sarah said with a relaxing southern draw. ”No, it’s ok. Seriously. I could honestly pick you up at your house if you wanted.” ”No, that’s fine. Dad still doesn’t know i’m dating and I’d rather him not point a shotgun at you until at least the fourth date.” Sarah said with a laugh. “Oh hey, mind if I drink some of that?” she said motioning towards his coke. ”Oh, sure.” Eric said with a nervous laugh. “Better not being you back late I guess, don’t want any more holes in me than I need.” Sarah took a long drink from his soda before responding. “Don’t worry, he’d just shoot out your car windows first as a warning. Maybe sick Dixie on you if you really pissed him off.” She said, this time without a laugh. Eric cleared his throat before opening up his car door. “After you” he said quickly in a attempt to change the subject. The two loaded into the car before Eric pulled out and started the lengthy drive to the theater. Sarah stretched and laid her purse in the back seat. “So how’s your day been?” She asked before taking another drink of his soda. ”Oh, pretty good I guess. My sister has been studying for the SATs for the last few days so things have been pretty peaceful.” Eric looked glanced over to Sarah guzzling down his soda, keeping his peripheral vision focused on the road. “I really should have gone before we left the mall.” He thought to himself as he recognized a urge that had snuck up on him. He only moved into pull-ups about a year ago and had trouble with wetting himself on occasion until about four months ago. For all the progress he had made in the last year he still had problems recognizing when he needed to go, often putting off or not realizing he needed to go until the need became more apparent. “I should be good until I get to the theater. Just keep focused on it and clench.” He thought to himself with a long exhalation. ”Cool, Spanish has been kicking my ass but mostly things are good. My brothers have been practicing a lot lately, the school thinks they’ve got a chance of getting drafted to the NFL so their skills need to be on top shape.” Sarah said feeling around in her pockets. “Hey you got any android chargers in here? My phone is about to die.” She said as she was about to open the glove box. Eric’s mind flashed back to what his mom told him over text. “No!- I don’t have anything for android.” He said trying to not sound as anxious as his immediate reply made him sound. ”Oh… ok.” Sarah said leaning back into the seat. “So how much longer till we get there?” ”Should only be another 10 minutes or so unless something-“ Eric cut himself off when he saw a car in front of him as well as the car in the lane immediately next to it slam on their breaks. He pressed his foot down, coming to a stop in a little less than a second with a loud screech oh his tires. ”Shit! What was that?” Sarah yelled catching herself against the dashboard. ”Looks like someone wrecked up ahead.” Eric said, trying to catch his breath while looking around to make sure no cars collided. He leaned back, becoming instantly aware of a clammy dampness around his crotch. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He thought to himself, clinching his muscles as tightly as possible. He looked down to inspect the damage. His shorts were thankfully dry, not showing any aspect of the leak he had just barely ended. ”Well, looks like we aren’t getting to the movie on time.” Sarah said with a chuckle before adjusting her sitting position, leaning on the side of her hip and bringing her legs together. Eric focused for a few more seconds to make sure the leak from before didn’t start again. “Yeah, I guess so.” He said leaning forward on the steering wheel. “Shit, I almost pissed myself. We better get there soon, I don’t think this will stop another.” He had only recently managed to convince his parents to let him start wearing lower protection pull-ups, the young adult ones that don’t provide much protection aside from a occasional small leak and have the same profile as normal underwear. The two sat there for the next few minutes, barely inching forward every so often. “Uhhg, when are they going to get this cleaned up. I’d turn around if there weren’t so many people behind us.” Eric groaned in frustration, barely having the headspace to hold a conversation her Sarah. His desperation had grown more apparently since his minor accident. Something he still had problems with was how fast his need grew once he realized he should go to the bathroom. He normally made a point of going more often than he needed to to avoid this exact problem, now he was praying that he could reach a bathroom before his protection and muscle strength failed him. ”Hey… can you… pull over.” Sarah asked. “I gotta go.” Eric looked over to see her leaning against the window with her legs pressed together. “Oh, sure. Don’t worry about it.” He said as he hastily pulled off the road and onto the dirt near the guardrails. Before Eric could say anything else Sarah threw the door open and started fast walking to the tree line. “Thanks!” She yelled before as she was visibly undoing the button on her shorts. Eric immediately got out of the car before locking it and running for the trees as well. He pulled the front of his shorts and pull-up down before directing his penis. His stream began before he could get properly positioned, spraying the side of the tree he was standing behind as soon as it was free of obstructions. He sighed, looking down to see a large damp spot on the inside of his pull-up. “Damn I almost didn’t make it, I hope Sarah doesn’t see-“ Eric looked over to see Sarah standing with her shorts pulled down to right before her butt, revealing what looked like a blue pair of pull-ups with another stain in their crotch. She was standing with her pelvis thrust forward and her legs as far apart as she could manage; she had her hands in front of her doing something out of sight as a wild spray was erupting in a slight forward arc, barely missing her shorts. He could hear her minding something from a few feet away. “Ah crap I hope I don’t get any on my shorts. I need to stop trying to pee like this when I need to go this bad.” Erics stream died down soon after. He looked away and pulled up his shorts, hoping she didn’t see him looking. “So she does wear pull-ups.” The thought filled him with a slight hope that she wasn’t entirely out of his league. “Why the blue ones though? The padding on those is different.” He quickly walked by to the car hoping to get changed before she got back. He desperately wanted to avoid having to sit in those until the movie theater. He got a text message from Sarah before he could sit down. “Hey. This Is a little awkward but do you have any protection in your car?” ”Like, what kind?” He asked hoping that she might ask about condoms. ”Do you have any pull-ups I can borrow? I didn’t bring a spare” Somehow Eric could feel a embarrassment from behind the screen, both because he would be embarrassed too and because she took so long to type. He thought about if he should say yes for a minute before sighing and reaching into his glove box to grab some of the pull-ups his mom left him. He walked back to the woods to bring them to her, seeing that she had a small damp spot around the top of her shorts that she was clearly trying to hide with her shirt. He could also tell that she was standing in a way to try and avoid a leak from her almost full pull-up. “Hey, here you go. Sorry all I got are the mens.” He said with embarrassment before turning around. ”It’s alright. I’m use to using the boys model, when I was younger my Dad decided he wasn’t going to keep buying diapers my brother started wearing pull-ups. So he started buying my brothers and I the same stuff to save money. Part of being the only girl in the house.” Sarah said, grabbing the pull-up he was pointing towards her from behind his back. ”Really?” Eric asked, thinking back to what he saw a minute ago. He though back to seeing her standing with her ass showing towards him, causing his manhood to tighten against his damp pull-up again. ”Yep, it’s why I got out of diapers at 12. I kinda had problems holding it long enough to reach a bathroom around the farm or on long car trips though so I taught myself to pull my pants down and go whenever I needed too.” About half a minute of Eric imagining her naked from the waist down later her felt her arms wrap around him. “Thanks for giving those too me.” She kissed the back of his neck. “I’ll go back to the car and see if I can call my Dad to let him know I’ll be back a little later since we need to see the next showing. See you in a minute.” Sarah said nothing that he had brought two pull-ups with him, realizing the implication. so that’s this story. I might do a part two if people care to see the movie, might now. What does everyone think? If I do a part two I think I’d rather do it from Sarah’s perspective since I prefer female Omo to male.
  15. I’m back! It’s been a while, but I’ve finally had an accident worth sharing. But first, some backstory. Rice has always messed with my stomach sorta bad. It doesn’t hurt or anything, but maybe an hour or so after eating, my bowels always feel extra full, and I usually find myself in need of a nearby bathroom only three or four hours after eating, or even just two or so if I’d already been holding it for a while. For this reason, rice is usually a bedtime food for me. This means that I can eat it, watch some TV, and then right before bed make the terribly hard decision of whether to make it to the potty or not 😉. This has meant that, despite it making me need to go, I can only one, maybe two accidents that happened because of it. Well, at least I used to only be able to count one accident… This morning, I had leftovers. Today, this was some stir fry from the night before. Because you can’t have a proper stir fry without it, I steamed up some fresh rice and, in just a handful of minutes, I was having a pretty nice meal. It was good enough that I didn’t think to worry about my stomach—I wasn’t even planning on going outside, after all—and I certainly didn’t think about how I hadn’t emptied my bowels since after lunch the previous day. Still, I might’ve made note of how, just a half hour later, my belly was feeling slightly bloated and gassy, if not for a sudden meeting. One meeting later, I’d pretty much forgotten about my breakfast, and I set about making lunch without giving a second thought to my slight gassiness. I’d been planning on making myself some muffins, because that’s pretty much my go-to type of food when I have time to bake something. On this particular day, I decided to set out all of my ingredients before cooking, which was quickly shown to be a good decision as I realized I was straight out of baking soda. I didn’t have much of anything to do today, and my next meeting was in a few hours, so I decided that a quick drive down to the grocery store would be fine. It’s finally warm out, so I was wearing a pretty simple lavender t-shirt and some jean shorts. I’d stayed dry and clean for the last couple weeks, so I wasn’t actually wearing a diaper (yet, at least). If I had, I might have realized exactly how obvious it would be under my tight shorts. But I’d been clean for a good while, and it was just going to be a quick drive, right? So grabbing my purse, I made my way out the door. Well, I was actually right on the latter count. It only took maybe five minutes to get over to the grocery store. However, my luck went downhill from there. I couldn’t actually find the baking soda. I took maybe five or ten minutes looking for it, before finally mustering myself enough to ask an employee for help. However, even with his help I couldn’t find it, and it became clear soon enough that they were just straight out of the baking soda. By now maybe fifteen minutes had passed. This was usually just about where the rice would start kicking in, normally. But the rice had slightly different plans. I didn’t actually feel the first real pang of needing to go until I’d already made the ten minute drive to the next closest grocery store. It wasn’t urgent at first, just the soft pressure that it’d be really nice if you could just loosen your pants a little and start looking for the bathroom. But I’d been clean for so long, and it wasn’t like I was just going to have a messy accident out of nowhere, right? I found the baking soda quickly, this time. I was still confident in my ability to hold—really, I was barely even thinking about my need. But when I kneeled down to get it off the lowest shelf, it hit me like a truck. Suddenly, my knees were shaking and I was in real danger of soiling my shorts. I needed the bathroom now. Standing, one hand fidgeting as I tried not to clutch my bum while the other held the soda, I started to half-waddle, half-run towards the bathrooms. I found them in just a moment, and at first, it seemed like a miracle had happened: despite the pandemic, they were actually open. After taking a second to reflect on how that might be a safety hazard, I threw the door open and dashed into the women’s restroom. That was where, for the second time today, my luck took a clear nosedive. All of the three stalls were full. So I waited. Leaning against the wall, fidgeting with one hand creeping ever closer to holding myself, I waited. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman came out. She looked slightly sheepish, and as I made my desperate way to the stall she awkwardly confessed that the toilet was actually jammed. Pretty much not hearing her, I entered the stall anyway. The toilet was, in fact, jammed. It was very, very full as well, and it was clear pretty quickly that I wouldn’t have been able to use it even if I was willing to make even more work for some maintenance person later. I was halfway panicking, trying to find a way to make this work in a way that let me check out and buy the soda before the inevitable happened. Maybe ten seconds—and one highly risky fart—later, I finally checked my purse. There it was: a reminder of my general toilet problems, but also, right now, my salvation. A pullup, and a handful of boosters. Throwing my shorts and panties down, I shakily slid the pullup up my bare legs. It was taking all of my concentration not to mess right there, and so it was with less-than-steady hands that I shoved not one but two boosters down the front and back of my pullup before pulling my pants back up. Even a pullup sticks out under tight jean-shorts, and with the two extra boosters I was sure that anyone who knew anything about diapers would tell what I was doing in just a glance. Waddling slightly, I made it out of the bathroom. I made it to the checkout. I even made it through the checkout, before finally my bowels gave way. I leaned up against one of the doors and, trying to look casual, closed my eyes and scrunched my face up as I felt something warm and mushy begin to fill the back of my diaper. It only took a second, but by the time I opened my eyes again I could feel the damage. I could feel how my pullup had sagged and then, constrained by the tight shorts, smushed my load back against me. I could smell just how bad of a mess it was. And as I shifted my weight side to side, judging how quickly I could powerwalk to the car, I could sense that I still needed to go just a little bit more. Keeping myself from trying to hide my face behind the container of baking soda, I squished my way over to the car. Throwing open the door and quickly tossing my bag and the soda in the back, I realized another problem. My diaper was full. It was just a pullup, and pads really don’t help with a mess all that well. So if I sat down in my car—worse, if I hit a bump in my car—I couldn’t be sure it wouldn’t leak. I stood there, trying to figure out what to do, when my body gave the signal to release for the second time today. I didn’t need to go nearly as bad this time, really. I’d mostly emptied myself the first time, but here was the urge again, and this time I couldn’t bring myself to even bring up a weak resistance to it. I squatted down, turning enough to brace myself against my car, and pushed, just wanting to get everything out of me. This time my full diaper provided resistance, but I pushed again, harder, and finally the crackling, squishing sound of a good messing was all I could hear. I panicked again. What if someone heard me? Saw me? Smelled me? I hopped up, shorts resisting the motion and pressing harder against the pullup, and half-jumped, half-tripped into the car. There was a distinct squelching noise as my warm, messy pullup once again protested against the tight shorts, but as I pulled out of the parking lot I was pretty sure I hadn’t leaked. The ride home didn’t take too long. Just fifteen or so minutes later, I’d made it back to my apartment and, after fumbling the keys, managed to let myself in. Feeling my diaper squish dangerously, I carefully undid the zipper and pried my shorts off. A brown smudge near the bottom of one marked a slight leak, but nothing major had gotten out. Finally, I could relax and calm down. That was right about when my neglected, forgotten bladder decided that it didn’t need or want to hold for a moment longer. There was a hissing noise. I looked down at my pullup and, after a moment of shock, scrambled for the bathroom. The extra pads seemed to do nothing, and as I made my way through the door I felt wetness on my leg. I slid into the shower just as the same seal that had leaked with my mess gave out once more, and as I leaned against the wall I heard the pitter-platter of a puddle forming beneath me. I let myself fully relax, drooping against the wall and eventually sitting in my puddle, pullup squishing against my bum. I sat there for maybe ten minutes, feeling the warm diaper between my legs, before finally getting myself all cleaned off. And so here I am, some six hours later in a clean diaper and a spare shirt, writing out how I lost my few week long clean and dry streak by filling my pullup at the grocery store. I hope you all enjoyed this writeup as much as I enjoyed experiencing it!
  16. https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph6251814554a36 So yeah, not into nuns, but if you are, this could be for you... Enjoy, Rach
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    Following up on the Twitter content thread, I spent a little time and downloaded all of the videos of the last 25 Twitter accounts that were posted there. I thought I'd upload these by user. Videos are provided individually and in a Zip file for ease of downloading. You can see previews of all of the content there. I did not sort them by type, only user, so for each user there are an odd assortment of peeing, desperation, wetting, and diaper/pullup videos. Also, there may be some repeats in there, I was often not sure if a video was a different take or my download program grabbed two of different quality, but if you are complaining about too many videos, you are in the wrong place. Finally, because these are from Twitter, some are of poor quality and very short. Some are also longer than you'd expect and quite good. So it's a bit of a random grab bag! Enjoy and Happy New Year! Rachel
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