TVGuy 10,658 Posted January 11, 2015 🌟 OmoOrg VIP Popular Post Share Posted January 11, 2015 (edited) Notes- This story contains both male and female wetting and diaper content. This is my own personal experience. In the past I have been reluctant to post too many of my own experiences as I still am not 100% comfortable with my own fetishes. I posted a while ago that I had a new girlfriend who was into ABDL play and that we were going to Disneyland together. We did indeed go to Disneyland and have returned. This is the story of our trip and my life experiences preceding it. Part 1 - Stephanie One of the reasons that it has taken me so long to share this story is that I feel that it is necessary to share the background leading up to this trip. Otherwise I fear I would not be able to convey the proper significance of this trip on my life. Giving this background information, however, involves me having to open up about things that I have not ever shared with anyone. So you, dear readers, will be the first people to ever learn some of these things about me. It is necessary to revisit my first experiences with wetting and diapers involving another person- I grew up out in the country, five miles from the nearest town, surrounded by farmland and patches of forest. There was another house near our's, about a third of a mile away. It was the only other house for at least a mile. In this other house lived a girl, nine years older than myself, with her parents. For the sake of this story I will call her Stephanie. Both my parents worked. This wasn't a problem during the school year, but during the summer when I was young the only option available to my parents was to have Stephanie babysit me. Stephanie was happy to do this, and in many ways she was like a big sister to me growing up. As a very young child one of the most traumatic experiences I had was wetting my pants in front of Stephanie. We were outside, I don't remember why I didn't go to the bathroom earlier. I just remember that when I did decide to go that I had to go too bad and the house was too far away. Stephanie was nice about it, but I was still extremely upset. Beginning puberty I started to realize how attractive Stephanie was. She was also the only girl that I was in anyway close to. I didn't have any specific desire to be in a relationship with her, or anything else along those lines. However, I did find myself craving her attention. The summer of my 13th birthday I no longer required Stephanie to babysit me. Still, with no one else around for either of us to spend time with, we continued to spend our days together while our parents were gone. I absolutely relished in the attention that I got from her. Nothing made me happier than when she would call me cute, or talk about how attractive I was becoming as I grew up. Having her all to myself all summer was heavenly. Especially when we would go swimming in the river and I got to see her in her bikini.There were times she would occasionally talk about other boys though. Boys her own age, who she went to school with. For me this was upsetting. Despite realizing that she was way too old for me, my hormones made me crave her attention exclusively. So it made me extremely happy when I learned that for my birthday she was going to take me on a road trip to Disneyland. This would involve two days driving there, two days driving back, plus a whole week at Disneyland. On the first day on the way to Disneyland in the car with her I needed to pee. I told her this, but she continued to pass places to stop. As my desperation grew worse she continued to drive, barely acknowledging my need for relief. Finally I wet my pants. I was absolutely humiliated. Only after wetting my pants did she stop the car. She suggested I put on a diaper, which she just so happened to have in her trunk. She also revealed that she had been wearing a diaper and had already used it multiple times. I know to some of you this might seem like some kind of fantasy. I can promise you though that it wasn't. The whole situation was extremely unsettling for for me. I was humiliated, confused, and even a bit scared. I had no clue how to respond to her. My mind had no ability to form thoughts around any of this, and I completely lacked anyway to express what I was feeling towards her. In the absence of any ability to handle myself in this situation I simply defaulted to going along with what she was suggesting. She seemed so comfortable and in charge with all this. We did go to Disneyland and we did go on rides. I still was enjoying the attention I was getting from her, but supremely uncomfortable with the wetting and diaper aspect of the trip. For the whole vacation both of us remained in diapers the entire time and she insisted on changing me. Some how I managed to compartmentalize this in my mind so that I could enjoy being at Disneyland with her and simply switch of my brain when I had no choice but to pee in my diaper or for her to change me. After we arrived back home I started avoiding her. Being around her made me extremely uncomfortable. I retreated to my bedroom, my books, and my own thoughts. Not just withdrawing from Stephanie but from everyone. The whole episode left me feeling extremely ashamed, so ashamed I could not even bring myself to carry on normal friendships. I fell into a deep depression that left me borderline suicidal for the rest of my teenage years. Still, as I grew older, wetting and diapers continued to fascinate me. The subjects became more and more sexual for me. At times I even found myself fantasizing about that trip with Stephanie and thinking about how things might have gone differently if I wasn't so awkward. Most of the time, however, I continued to be overcome with shame that such a thing now turned me on in anyway. I was determined to suppress these interests, hoping that they would just go away. Edited January 11, 2015 by TVGuy (see edit history) blamvaas, OmutsuManga, Kyuu and 6 others 9 Quote Link to comment
pissypants2005 112 Posted January 12, 2015 Share Posted January 12, 2015 Wow. That's quite the experience. And, like you said, quite traumatic for a young teen. Would you say that this experience is what really sparked your interest in omo related activities? Also, have you kept in touch with Stephanie? It sounds like she would a lot of interest in your current line of work. Quote Link to comment
blamvaas 7 Posted January 12, 2015 Share Posted January 12, 2015 wow I can imagine the feelings of humiliation and the burden of this secret as it's hard as a teenage boy to tell anyone you were diapered by her. And then the duality of later getting aroused by it and fantasizing about the experience. it does seem that it really shaped what you do in life (as you have a website for wetting). I wonder if you would have had a different life if none of this happened? I wish you the best ;) Quote Link to comment
TVGuy 10,658 Posted January 12, 2015 Author 🌟 OmoOrg VIP Share Posted January 12, 2015 Wow. That's quite the experience. And, like you said, quite traumatic for a young teen. Would you say that this experience is what really sparked your interest in omo related activities? Also, have you kept in touch with Stephanie? It sounds like she would a lot of interest in your current line of work. I'm not sure if this was what sparked my interest in omo activities or not. I've considered this possibility, but I simply do not know. Before this ever happened with Stephanie I remember being very interested when other kids had accidents, though it definitely wasn't a sexual thing at all for me. Just something I found fascinating. My experiences with Stephanie introduced me to omo and diapers in a sexual context, but it is possible I might have arrived at those same interests on my own without her. Stephanie did remain a part of my life for some time after that. Our parents were close friends, and living so close to me I couldn't completely cut her out of my life. I just no longer made an effort for her attention and was shut down emotionally around her. Eventually we fell out of contact though. A couple years later she moved away to go to a university and I really had no more contact. Several years later, as I was starting my television production career, I saw a news story with her in it. She was a middle school teacher being arrested for having a sexual relationship with a young male student. That is the last I know of what happened. wow I can imagine the feelings of humiliation and the burden of this secret as it's hard as a teenage boy to tell anyone you were diapered by her. And then the duality of later getting aroused by it and fantasizing about the experience. it does seem that it really shaped what you do in life (as you have a website for wetting). I wonder if you would have had a different life if none of this happened? I wish you the best ;) I'm sure my life would have turned out quite different had it not been for her. If that would have been a good thing or not is hard to tell, but definitely different. In part 2 of this story, when I get around to writing it, I am going to go into my subsequent relationships and how they were shaped by my experiences with Stephanie. Eventually the story is going to come full circle to my most recent trip to Disneyland with my current girlfriend and how I was forced to confront my experiences with Stephanie. Quote Link to comment
TVGuy 10,658 Posted January 13, 2015 Author 🌟 OmoOrg VIP Popular Post Share Posted January 13, 2015 Part 2 - Relationships As I mentioned in part 1, after Stephanie I became very withdrawn from everyone and fell into a very deep depression. I had become convinced that I was an absolute worthless human being. No one really liked me. I was simply a burden to everyone who knew me. I couldn't comprehend that anyone would possibly get anything out of being my friend. In my mind any kindness or interest that anyone showed towards me was simply a reflection of their own good nature- They were willing to put up with the burden that was me simply because they were so kind, not because they actually wanted to by my friend. There were some brief exceptions to this. There were moments I had as a teenager where I briefly did feel good about myself and felt like I had real friends. Those periods were short though and it wouldn't serve this story at all to go into them in any kind of detail. As I grew older my depression and loneliness grew worse. My first year of college I failed to have so much as a single friend. The only social life I had was in the old Yahoo chat rooms. That is where I first met Heather. The old Yahoo chat rooms were fantastic for finding other people with similar fetishes to chat to. Anyone could create their own room and have it publicly listed, so at any given time there were a half dozen or more chats dedicated to pants wetting and diapers. I split my time between fetish chats and local chats for people in my same area. I met Heather in a local chat, her screen name was "KinkyChick" and her chat profile said that she loved sex, giving blow jobs, and anything kinky. My yahoo chat profile read, "I truly believe that I am the most worthless, vile, and despicable person to ever live. I hate myself. Every single person I have ever come in contact with would be better off if I didn't exist." Heather saw my profile and messaged me. She was fascinated by how someone could feel that way that I did and she believed she could fix me. We met up and started dating, and for almost the first year things were great. I had never seen a girl fully naked before, but Heather had no problem taking her clothes off in front of me. I was a virgin, the only stuff I had ever done with a girl was the stuff with Stephanie. Heather seemed happy to go down on me, and she swallowed. Things got kinkier as we started playing with bondage and sex toys. Finally I told her about my interests in wetting and diapers. I was afraid it would be too much for her, but she didn't seem to care. She said, "I was afraid your fetishes would be something really messed up. But it's just normal. Just a little kinky. It's not that weird." We did to some fetish related play, but she never initiated it. I always had to ask and it felt like I was bothering her when I asked for it. There were some early signs that our relationship wasn't entirely healthy. Things were fine as long as we did whatever it was that she wanted. Anytime us to go to something together she just rolled her eyes at me and would tell me I didn't understand how this relationship worked. I still felt really lucky to be with her though. I was still convinced that no one else in the world could possibly like me. If I lost her, I figured, I would loose my only chance at finding someone. Shortly after college and landing my first TV job we moved in together. Things were very challenging. I was working on a live morning news show that had me getting out of bed at 2am to drive to work. Heather was a night person and didn't like going to bed before midnight. My schedule annoyed her and she was completely unsympathetic to the situation, telling me if I didn't like it to simply get a different schedule. Often she would have her college friends over while I was trying to sleep. They would watch movies and listen to loud music. Convinced that if her and I broke up I would be doomed to being alone I put up with it. I told myself all relationships involve some level of sacrifice and that things would get better eventually. Things only got worse. She became more and more demanding, to the point where I was doing whatever her or her friends wanted whenever they wanted it. These things typically included handing over money, computer work, video work, photography, all day shopping binges, home improvements, babysitting, and more. If I tried to resist she would threaten to leave me. With these threats to leave she would remind me how unattractive and annoying that I was. "You are lucky you have me," she would say, "because no one else would put up with you and all your crap. So you better really think about stuff before you decide to make me leave you." There were still times that things weren't so bad. She had days where things were completely pleasant, but those days were growing fewer. When I got my first professional video camera with the intent of starting a side wedding video business she thought it would be fun to make our own kinky video. She told me she had to pee and asked me to video tape her. As I recorded she did a potty dance before wetting her jeans. She then took the camera and pointed it at me. "Now its your turn," she said, "Wet your pants." I resisted. I had never wet my pants in front of her before. The suggestion was starting to bring back the painfully awkward trapped feeling that I had wetting myself in front of Stephanie. Still, it had been a long time since Heather had been nice towards me and even longer since we had done anything remotely sexual. So I agreed, and stepped into the bathtub. "No, wait," she said, "Pee in these." She handed me a clean pair of her panties. "This is really embarrassing," I said, my face turning red. "Please," she begged, "I'll make it worth it." There is no way I could say no to that. So I did it, and she recorded. Immediately afterwards she led me to our bedroom, still with the camera and me still wearing the wet panties. She pulled the panties off me, recording the whole thing, and gave me a blow job in front of the camera. A week later she asked me to buy her a car. I was hardly making more than minimum wage. She was driving a two year old car her dad had bought for her and I was driving a 20 year old car that I saved up for months to buy. Buying a car really wasn't something that I could afford. True, I could get financing, but the financial hardship of a car payment would be overwhelming. If I didn't buy her the car, not only would she leave me, but she said she would show the video that she recorded of me to my parents. She got the car. We continued to stay together, but things continued to get worse and worse for me. Whenever she wanted anything I had to somehow come up with the money, no matter what it was, or else my parents were going to see that video. Somehow I still was able to convince myself that deep down she really loved me. That all of this was my fault for not making enough money for her. Once I could make enough money and we could buy a house and pay for her dream wedding we would get married and everything would be better. Finally we did get a house. And we got engaged. And we planned and scrounged up the money for her dream wedding. Then, only weeks before our wedding, she told me she couldn't do it anymore. That she had never loved me and even though I had always given her everything she asked for, she wanted to marry someone she could love. She moved out, taking almost all the furniture. It only cemented my core believe that I had some kind of intrinsic attribute that made it so no one could actually love me. I had spent seven years building a life with Heather, clinging to this idea of having a house and getting married and having kids. Then on the edge of having all that it was suddenly all pulled out from under me. *** Almost a year after Heather I found myself in another relationship. To protect her identity I will call her Leslie. Leslie and I met in a pee fetish chat room, The Pool for those of you who are familiar with it. She was a lot younger then me (though still legal, don't worry). She wanted to get away from home, still living with her parents, and was considering going to college near me. She came and visited a couple times before deciding to move here. We didn't really date, she just moved in with me. She never really seemed that interested in me. She was very interested in video games, her tablet, her phone, but not in me. I felt that asking her to spend time with me was a chore for her. She told me it was because of the stress of going to school, and I made myself believe that. Never was she controlling in the way that Heather was. She was so much easier and more pleasant to live with than Heather. In reality, she was simply apathetic towards me, she didn't care. I mistook her apathy for consideration though, giving me the space I needed to pursue my projects. Having gone straight from living with her parents to living with me I found myself often feeling like I was her caregiver. She wasn't lazy, but often needed to be asked or told to do basic things that you would expect an adult to do on their own. As time went on it became increasingly difficult to get her to spend any time with me. She would have plenty of time for video games or messing around on the internet, but if I ever wanted to do anything with her she had too much school work. I attributed this simply to bad time management skills. I planned a cruise for us together. I didn't plan the cruise behind her back, I did it with her. We had always talked about traveling the world together, and this seemed like it was going to be the first step on our lives together after she finished school. As the school year came to an end and our cruise was right around the corner she seemed more withdrawn than ever. I hoped the cruise would somehow fix that, and this was simply all stress involved with finishing college and facing the next chapter in life. One morning this all ended. I woke up and she was already out of bed. I could here her talking on the phone in the other room. It was clear that she was having a very sexually explicit conversation. I listened, trying to think how this conversation could be anything different than what it was. She then went on to talk about how she was going to break up with me as soon as we got back from the cruise. I got up and walked into the living room. She got off the phone. "Who were you talking to?" I asked. "Just a friend," she said. I tried to act like everything was ok. I didn't want to fly off the handle. I didn't want to yell or scream, but I felt in that instant that trying to talk to her about anything would only result in an outpouring of rage. So I sat there, trying to act normal, trying not to say anything. "Are you okay?" she asked me, "You look like you're upset." "I'm fine," I said, "Just working on waking up." "Are you sure? Do you need a kiss?" she asked coming over to kiss me. I stopped her. "I heard you on the phone this morning," I said flatly, looking at the floor, trying not to cry, "I heard everything you said." "Oh," she paused, "I'm sorry." After a minute or so I managed to ask her, "What do you want to do? Does any part of you want to remain in a relationship with me?" "No," she sighed, "I don't want to be in a relationship with you." "Do you have a place to stay?" I asked, "Do you need money to fly back to your parents?" "I have a place," she answered. I gulped and wiped the tears from my eyes, "Okay. I'm going to go for a drive. I would really like it if you could get your stuff out of the house today."She indicated that she would be gone by the time I got back that night. I went for a very long drive out into the woods. I stopped at a trail head indicating the presence of a waterfall and started hiking. When I got to the waterfall I took a single picture, which is attached to this post. I then drove back and she was gone. And once again I was totally alone with not so much as a single friend to call up for support. Friend, friendlyomo, blamvaas and 7 others 10 Quote Link to comment
blamvaas 7 Posted January 13, 2015 Share Posted January 13, 2015 these are some heavy feels mate, being alone and feeling like you deserve no one is just terrible, and also untrue of course. yet when you feel this way, you think this way and take these assumptions of the world as reality. I hope the following chapters in the story of your will show you that there are people that aren't complete messes in this world :) I must say I can really relate to some parts in your story such as feeling alone in this clump of earth, even though I do not feel this way anymore ^_^ looking forward to the rest and I hope writing this can help give a place of rest to these relationships ;) Quote Link to comment
Wet_alistair 32 Posted January 13, 2015 Share Posted January 13, 2015 Wow! This is easily the most intense thing I've read in a while! I'm really happy that this is a safe place for you to open up about your life. Honestly it's really inspiring! Quote Link to comment
Duhex 22 Posted January 13, 2015 Share Posted January 13, 2015 Wow, just wow. You have my deepest sympathy. I think we always see women as the ones who suffer abuse but so far this is pretty horrific, especially your first relationship, I've know that feeling, having someone make demands on you but obviously no where near to that level. KnightOfRen 1 Quote Link to comment
TVGuy 10,658 Posted January 13, 2015 Author 🌟 OmoOrg VIP Popular Post Share Posted January 13, 2015 (edited) Before I get into part three I just want to express my sincere thanks to all of you who are taking the time to read this. It really means a lot to me that not knowing me at all you are still giving me some of your time to read my story. I have very much enjoyed reading the comments and am truly honored that, despite not having any pictures or videos or even being that erotic of a story, that some of you have been upvoting my posts. Part 3 - Kate I think being in my twenties gave me permission to fail. Lots of twenty-somethings find themselves single, broke, and struggling. By the time I reached the big three-oh I really felt I no longer had an excuse for not having my life together. Taking stock of my life after Leslie and I split up I realized that going into my thirties I was in much the same place I was going into my twenties, alone, depressed, and doubting I could be of any serious value to anyone. I also realized that my relationships to this point have all followed a somewhat similar pattern- I would end up dating someone who didn't really seem that into me. As a result I would do everything I could for them in the hopes that would make them like me more. Not wanting my life to be stuck on repeat and not wanting to go through these same things again in my thirties I decided that I needed to seriously work on myself. I needed to break this cycle. I went to a counselor and realized that I can not expect to be in a relationship where I feel loved if I can not feel worthy of being loved. This is one of the reasons my relationships with Heather and Leslie were so screwed up- Not feeling worthy of receiving affection I found myself most comfortable in relationships where my partner didn't have feelings towards me. I also started working on my health, going for hikes and eating healthy. So far I have managed to loose 40lbs and am sticking with it still. After Heather left me I wanted to get my life back to what it had been as soon as possible. Meeting Leslie, who didn't use me the same way Heather did, and willing to move in with me, gave me that. I didn't really spend anytime dating anyone else or making new friends. I just swapped out Heather with Leslie and my life and continued on as things had been. I was determined not to do that again. In addition to now going to counseling to work on myself and my own feelings of self-worth I decided to make friends. I cast my net upon the internet, making it clear that I was not specifically looking for a romantic relationship, but to build meaningful friendships with people. Accepting that my fetishes are a part of who I am, and that I wouldn't be able to have the kind of friendships I wanted while keeping my websites secret, I let everyone I was meeting know from the beginning about my sites. I met a lot of new people. They were all very nice, but with most of them there just didn't seem to be any connection. We didn't have enough in common, or they lacked any kind of drive in life, or just for some unknown reason we didn't seem to fit. There were several new people I met though that I did have a connection with. I met one girl who happens to be a bit of a Youtube star, making a full time living off of her Youtube channel. We were able to connect via our mutual interests in video production and I was able to help her dramatically improve the production quality of her videos with minimal investment. Scrolling through the strictly platonic section on Craigslist I found an interesting ad from a 35 year old woman- *** Pee fetish? I'm just going to post this one more time and see what happens- My fantasy is to have someone watch me have a wetting accident. No touching, no sex, no expectations of anything else because it will not happen. Just someone who isn't a total creep to buy me a large soda and drive me around a bit until I have an accident. Must meet first to make sure your not weird. *** I contacted her and we went out to dinner. We had a fun conversation, but ultimately she wasn't comfortable enough to go through with her fantasy. I understood and let her know I wasn't disappointed. It was still nice to take someone out to dinner Ultimately I ended up meeting a half dozen girls who all seemed really into me. Neither Heather or Leslie ever seemed that interested in me, so this was a huge confidence booster. And getting this kind of emotional boost from simple friendships was incredible. Having a social life, going to parties, people to go drinking with, it was incredible. Never before in my life had I felt so comfortable with myself or felt like my life had this much value. A particularly interesting person I met was Kate. Kate and I met on Fetlife. I figured Fetlife might be a good place to meet friends who would accepting of my fetishes. I joined a few local groups related to wetting and diapers and sent messages to almost any member of those groups who seemed interesting. My messages were fairly lengthy, introducing myself and talking a bit about my background and explaining what I was looking for in regards to friendships. Despite sending dozens of messages only a few replied. Most of those replies were extremely short. Just a simple, "Hi," and maybe a quick sentence or something. Kate responded with a message that was even lengthier than my original introduction. She responded to what I had said in my original introduction and told me a bit about herself and her ABDL fetish. It was clear from her writing that she was fairly intelligent, thoughtful, and compassionate. We developed a bit of a pen-pal friendship, despite her only living ten minutes from me. Multiple times a day we were exchanging lengthy messages. I was still only wanting to be friends with her, in no hurry to rush into another relationship just to have it painfully fail. Plus she had a boyfriend whom she was quite serious about. I was happy to write back and forth with her, and through these messages I learned a lot about her. She was 25 years old and incredibly intelligent. She had already completed a scientific degree, having made a somewhat significant discovery and having her name on published research. She was currently working for a company doing laboratory research. When it came to politics and values we were perfectly aligned. We even exchanged pictures, she was unbelievably attractive, way out of my league. Honestly I felt incredibly lucky just to be online friends with such an incredibly interesting and supportive person. At the spot I was at in my life I didn't feel like I was ready to try a relationship again, so this was perfect. Then one evening I checked my Fetlife messages, excited to see what she had wrote me. Her boyfriend had left her and she was devastated. She didn't see it coming at all. Obviously I was able to sympathize with her. Talking with her about her relationship I learned that it had been very similar to the relationship I had with Leslie. Her boyfriend was fairly immature and lacked any kind of motivation or drive in life. She found herself having to help him out and remind him to do basic things that any adult should have been able to take care of on their own. Like Leslie was with me, her boyfriend had seemed fairly apathetic towards her. The only thing they really had in common was their shared ABDL fetish, but outside of that didn't share much. Similarly to how Leslie and I were planning a cruise before we split up Kate and her boyfriend were planning a trip to Europe. Listening to her talk about him was like listening to her describe my relationship with Leslie. Sometime after that Kate and I decided to meet up in person. I was extremely hesitant. Having seen pictures of her I knew she was way out of my league. I had also come to very much value our online friendship. My fear was that if we met in person and she didn't like me or if things were simply too awkward that I would loose this awesome online friendship I had built with her. She insisted on meeting though, so we did. We met at a downtown coffee shop. Her pictures, which she already looked completely stunning in, didn't even begin to do her justice. Sitting on the terrace patio outside the coffee shop we talked about all sorts of stuff. For hours we swapped stories and talked about the rift between general relativity and quantum physics. After going home I got a message from her that she really enjoyed spending time me. She wanted to meet again, maybe go for a walk around downtown. I agreed and we set a place and time to meet again. She asked if I would mind her wearing a diaper under her clothes for our next meeting. Of course I didn't mind. Again we ended up talking for hours, walking all over downtown until the early hours of the morning. Our outings grew more and more frequent. Lots of late night diapered walks, going to movies, dinners out, and eventually even overnight trips to wilderness cabins and coastal resort hotels. She let me start changing her diaper, which I very much enjoyed doing. I told her about my background with Stephanie and Heather, something that I had never fully shared with anyone before. She seemed to have genuine compassion towards me- Never before had I felt that someone had any kind of genuine concern over my feelings. On one of our late night diapered walks around town we were discussing how the summer hadn't gone as either of us had planned. Me, having lost out on my cruise that I had been looking forward to for so long and Kate having suddenly found herself single and no longer going to Europe. I mentioned how it might be fun to go to Disneyland with her, in diapers, and without the painful awkwardness and uncomfortable situations I had with Stephanie. She thought Disneyland sounded like a great idea. A few days later she got cleared to take the time off work and we bought our tickets to Disneyland Resort. Edited January 13, 2015 by TVGuy (see edit history) blamvaas, Varys, Friend and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
blamvaas 7 Posted January 13, 2015 Share Posted January 13, 2015 Kate sounds great and going to disneyland with her is an awesome way of dealing with the past, kudo's mate ^_^ will there be a part 4? Quote Link to comment
TVGuy 10,658 Posted January 13, 2015 Author 🌟 OmoOrg VIP Share Posted January 13, 2015 Kate sounds great and going to disneyland with her is an awesome way of dealing with the past, kudo's mate ^_^ will there be a part 4? Yes, there will be a part 4. Possibly way more than that. Once I actually get to the Disneyland trip each day will be its own part as there will be so much to tell. Quote Link to comment
Etuhanlo 125 Posted January 14, 2015 Share Posted January 14, 2015 TV guy honestly this makes me want to get membership from your website even more than before. Well I did get a few months from time to time. But you know... Getting to know the actual person is so much better than the actual product. Kinda like your local grocer or something. Quote Link to comment
TVGuy 10,658 Posted January 14, 2015 Author 🌟 OmoOrg VIP Share Posted January 14, 2015 Part 4 - Setting Forth As the date of our Disneyland trip approached I grew more and more anxious. I hadn't been on any sort of a vacation for nearly five years, and even that one five years ago was just a family reunion. It seemed like trying to make vacation plans with Heather or Leslie always meant something was going to go wrong. The bigger the plans, the greater the disaster- Like trying to go on a cruise with Leslie only to have her start cheating on me. I was afraid that Kate would change her mind about me, or there would be some sort of other disaster to pull us apart. I was also getting a bit anxious about sharing my ABDL fetish with her on this trip. Despite occupying my fantasies, it wasn't something I had much real life experience. A part of me was still having a lot of guilt and shame about wanting to wear a diaper. I had been working on this with her, doing stuff in diapers together, but that was mainly in the privacy of our own homes with only brief forays into public, with the diapers carefully concealed under our clothes. What we were wanting to do for Disneyland was be diapered the entire time. I wasn't sure I was ready for this. Besides the fear that someone would notice my diaper, I was also afraid of leaks. Kate, being a scientist, and having much more experience with the ABDL lifestyle than I, had performed rigorous experimentation and evaluation on different diapers and products. She had a high level of confidence it what worked for her and what would not leak. For going out in public she would wear a thinner tabbed diaper with what she called a stuffer, an absorbent pad that would go inside the diaper. Over this she would wear plastic pants to help prevent her clothes from getting wet if there was any kind of a leak. Ahead of our trip she helped me pick out some products that she had researched for guys and had first hand experience with the brands. I ended up getting the highest absorbency tabbed diapers from Abena as well as some pull-on style diapers from Abena. I also got plastic pants, like hers, to help prevent leaks. Doing some testing before the trip I discovered that I was able to completely empty my very full bladder into the pull-on style diaper once while standing. It could usually handle more than that, but not entirely reliably. Also, completely emptying my bladder in the pull-on while sitting or laying down would sometimes, rarely, result in leaks if I did it all at once. Letting it out in small amounts resulted in no leaks in this position. As far as the tabbed diapers went, I was unable to get them to leak at all during any of my testing. I only had limited time and diapers to test with before the trip and still wasn't terribly confident in them. We took Kate's car as it had better gas mileage and she was more comfortable driving it. Non-stop it is 18 hours to drive from my house to Disneyland. We planned on splitting up the trip over a two day period. Living in the Pacific Northwest all we needed to do was get on Interstate 5 and drive south until we get to the Disneyland exit. She lives north of me, and I am closer to the freeway, so she picked me up in the morning, I loaded my stuff in her car, and we were on our way. Our Disneyland resort hotel and park tickets were already paid for. The only other expenses we had to worry about were souvenirs, gas, lodging on the way there and back, and food. We had a pretty good handle on what gas and lodging would cost. And we had pre-planned what we were going to get for souvenirs as well. The big unknown was food. To save money we brought as much of our own food as possible, mostly non-perishable stuff, but also packed a cooler with ice and some stuff like cheese and other thing that needed to be kept cold. Still, we figured we would eat out some, just not for every single meal. Both of us were wearing tabbed diapers and plastic pants to start our trip. As the entire first day would be in a car, this was the safest place to wear a diaper without anyone noticing. We made sure to drink plenty of water, and even an energy drink to help keep us awake. That morning it was chilly and a light rain. The weather report for Disneyland said it was warm and sunny though. Kate drove the first stretch as she is used to being up early and I am not a morning person at all. She likes to listen to music while she drives, so we listened to Disney music, singing along with it, to get into the spirit. Whenever she would pee she would get a naughty smile on her face and say, "Guess what I just did?" For me, letting myself pee in my diaper in a car went against every instinct that I had. I couldn't bring myself to just let go like that. So I kept drinking water, knowing sooner or later the pee was going to come out. Eventually I had to go bad enough that I couldn't really stop it. After around two hours of driving we did stop at a rest area, but not to use the facilities or change, we just wanted to eat breakfast. Walking around the trails as the rest area we enjoyed chocolate muffins that we had brought with. After our hunger was satisfied I took over driving and we continued on our way. As we came out of the mountains of southern Oregon and headed into northern California the weather changed dramatically. The cold and rain gave way to warmth and Sunshine. The snow covered Mt. Shasta dominated the landscape for hours as I continued to drive. After a while my diaper was starting to feel very wet, and Kate was getting hungry. Not wanting to risk having a leak in her car we stopped at the Weed rest area, where I took the attached picture of Mt. Shasta. There, I changed my diaper and we had lunch. Changing my diaper at the rest area was a terrifying experience for me. Kate had packed a diaper bag with extra diapers for both of us and changing supplies. I took this bag into the restroom with me and went to the handicap accessible stall at the far end. Being nervous I simply got myself into the stall, not having time to check out the surroundings too much. At first I attempted to wait until the restroom had cleared out before I attempted a change, but after several minutes of waiting it became clear that the flow of people was constant. The rest area was very clean, but still I put down a disposable pee pad on the floor. I could only hope that no one from outside the stall would be able to see that far under the partition. I should of checked this out before I went into the stall, but at this point I just wanted to get changed as soon as possible and get out of there. I had to take my pants all the way off, as the plastic pants I was wearing didn't have snaps on the side. I was then able to take off the diaper, use the wipes to clean myself, and quickly changed into a pull-on and finished getting dressed. There was no trashcan in the stall, so I put my used diaper and wipes in a small plastic trash bag that Kate had packed with the changing supplies. I waited some more to give people time to clear out, then I quickly left my stall and tossed my trash bag into the bin before anyone noticed. I looked back at the stall I was just in and realized that standing near the sinks you could see the entire floor of the stall I was in. This meant anyone in that restroom would have easily been able to see my cowboy print plastic pants, my used diaper on the floor, and my feet as I changed. I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. To avoid repeating that embarrassing rest area changing situation, I decided to not freely use the diaper in the car anymore. I continued to wear the pull-on, but mainly as a backup measure. To avoid putting myself through punishing amounts of desperation if there was no place to stop. After the ordeal of changing myself in that rest area, and realizing what everyone could have seen, I wasn't going to do the tabbed diapers or plastic pants in public like that anymore. The diaper was now a backup for me, not a toilet replacement. Kate wore her same diaper all day. After more than twelve hours of driving we stopped at a hotel for the night. Kate said she needed to be changed very badly, so the first thing we did upon getting into our room was to get her a nice dry diaper. We were both exhausted from such a long day driving, so after going out for a quick dinner we fell asleep almost right away. That night I dreamed of Disneyland. 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rachelkirwan 13,627 Posted January 16, 2015 🌟 OmoOrg VIP Share Posted January 16, 2015 Thank you for sharing so much with us, it is very touching and I'm glad Disneyland went well after the discussion :) Quote Link to comment
anon1234 2 Posted January 16, 2015 Share Posted January 16, 2015 I enjoyed reading your story so far, and hope that you continue writing it. It doesn't really matter to me whether or not this actually happened; it is still very sweet and cute to read. Quote Link to comment
TVGuy 10,658 Posted January 18, 2015 Author 🌟 OmoOrg VIP Share Posted January 18, 2015 I enjoyed reading your story so far, and hope that you continue writing it. It doesn't really matter to me whether or not this actually happened; it is still very sweet and cute to read. Thanks Anon! I intend to keep writing it, but I do have a shoot coming up for HD Diapers plus some of my mainstream video work I have got behind on. I promise that it isn't made up. If I made something up it would be sexier. :) Quote Link to comment
satyr 1,314 Posted January 18, 2015 Share Posted January 18, 2015 Damn dude, first story on this site to actually bring a tear to my eye. That's some heavy shit. I can totally sympathize with a lot of it though. Not the particulars, but easily the depression and not feeling worthy of anyone's company. In my case, I chose to simply not pursue relationships, even when I had the chance, but hey, I'm younger than you, I have plenty of time to make up for it. I can also empathize with the shame surrounding this whole fetish stuff. Anyway, I'm glad you seem to have found someone you're compatible with. Looking forward to reading the rest. Hoping it ends up with you conquering your fears and ensuing sexy times. You should really post this in the Experiences section because it would get more exposure there. Thumbs up. I had assumed with you running a fetish video site and so on you'd be this really macho, assertive guy, because that's sort of the confidence you need to produce that kind of content. I remember one of my photo teachers instructing us on how to handle the awkwardness of nude shoots: act totally natural and instruct them where they can put their clothes. You have to be in control. Getting to know the real you is great though. I know from personal experience, as soon as I'm behind the camera, I become this whole other persona. It's one area where I'm confident in my abilities so even if I feel like a pathetic wreck I can still command authority, because this is my shoot. I suppose you've experienced something of the same in the tv/video business. Quote Link to comment
openmindeddude 47 Posted January 18, 2015 Share Posted January 18, 2015 Damn TV Guy, I never knew you had such hard times with the old gf's. I feel for ya brother, as someone who has had some hard times as well...There are some nice people out there though! Hope everything is good these days. Dont settle! Quote Link to comment
TVGuy 10,658 Posted January 19, 2015 Author 🌟 OmoOrg VIP Share Posted January 19, 2015 I had assumed with you running a fetish video site and so on you'd be this really macho, assertive guy, because that's sort of the confidence you need to produce that kind of content. I remember one of my photo teachers instructing us on how to handle the awkwardness of nude shoots: act totally natural and instruct them where they can put their clothes. You have to be in control. Getting to know the real you is great though. I know from personal experience, as soon as I'm behind the camera, I become this whole other persona. It's one area where I'm confident in my abilities so even if I feel like a pathetic wreck I can still command authority, because this is my shoot. I suppose you've experienced something of the same in the tv/video business. Satyr- I read your message with Kate sitting right here. I turned to her and asked, "I'm a macho, assertive guy with a lot of confidence right?" She laughed so hard that she blew tea out of her nose. Working in broadcast news I had to learn to fake being confident. Seldom would I have even a remote idea what kind of stories I would be working on when I went into work. There were times I had to interview world leaders and ask tough questions, other times I would have to stand my ground against an angry mob who didn't want me shooting video, or cover a naked bike ride and have to walk up to a giant muscular tattooed guy with multiple penis piercings and ask him questions on camera. Compared to any of this, HD Wetting and HD Diapers is a walk in the park. I don't have to fake being confident with the girls. We work together to come up with ideas, and look at ideas that people have mailed in. The girls select what they want to do for the most part and I just make sure the camera captures it. Friend 1 Quote Link to comment
satyr 1,314 Posted January 19, 2015 Share Posted January 19, 2015 It takes confidence to work as a reporter. It takes confidence to run a fetish porn business and be open about that. A lot of guys in the porn business are like that, or at least project that image. So that was my assumption, but of course it's possible to gain context-specific confidence and still be insecure in your personal life. I hope that wasn't all you took from my message. I was telling you it was a moving and well-written story. I mean, there are many arousing stories on this site but few that move me on a human, emotional level. So kudos to you on that, on sharing this. Quote Link to comment
TVGuy 10,658 Posted January 19, 2015 Author 🌟 OmoOrg VIP Share Posted January 19, 2015 It takes confidence to work as a reporter. It takes confidence to run a fetish porn business and be open about that. A lot of guys in the porn business are like that, or at least project that image. So that was my assumption, but of course it's possible to gain context-specific confidence and still be insecure in your personal life. I hope that wasn't all you took from my message. I was telling you it was a moving and well-written story. I mean, there are many arousing stories on this site but few that move me on a human, emotional level. So kudos to you on that, on sharing this. Oh yes, that wasn't all I got from your story. I just thought you might enjoy knowing what Kate's reaction to that was. Also the image of me as a super confident, macho guy is very inaccurate, to the point of almost being funny. I just am able to force myself to do what needs to be done is all. Quote Link to comment
Apples26 1 Posted January 20, 2015 Share Posted January 20, 2015 Looking forward to the rest of the story Sorry about old relationships but shit happens right? Quote Link to comment
TVGuy 10,658 Posted January 21, 2015 Author 🌟 OmoOrg VIP Popular Post Share Posted January 21, 2015 Part 5 - Arriving at Disneyland Kate and I set out Monday morning excited about getting to Disneyland that day. That night we would be sleeping at the Disneyland Paradise Pier Hotel. Before we hit the road I put a diaper on Kate. She had a large tabbed diaper that was extremely absorbent. To add to that we put in what Kate calls a stuffer, a large absorbent pad that goes inside her diaper. Over that she was wearing plastic pants to help prevent leaks. All of this was squeezed under a normal pair of pants. For my part, I was just wearing an Abena pull-on. After the extremely awkward rest area changing incident the previous day I wanted to not repeat that. As someone who has struggled with a full bladder before on road trips though, I only too well know the uncomfort that comes from having to hold it way too long. My intent now wasn't to use a pull-on, I would still stop if it was convenient. The diaper was just in case I found myself in a desperate situation, so I would have to be in pain. We had made really good time on the freeway the previous day, having hardly run into any traffic. At this point we were only five hours from Disneyland. Though we didn't have park tickets for Disneyland or California Adventure until the next day we could still check into our hotel and walk around the Downtown Disney, the area spans between Disneyand, Disney's California Adventure, and the Disney Hotels. As we headed south on interstate five we begin to desire a snack that was healthier than all the junk food we had packed. Not wanting to try to deal with leaving the freeway and finding our way back to the freeway in Los Angeles we checked out Google for grocery stores that wouldn't be too far from the Freeway. The best options seemed to be Bakersfield, but Google was throwing up all sorts of traffic alerts around Bakersfield that we didn't want to deal with. Taking Bakersfield out the equation, it looked like our best bet for a grocery store was in a small town called Buttonwillow. The landscape was like a post apocalyptic wasteland. Everything was dead and dry. I didn't know if it was dust or smog or both, but you couldn't see the sky, just yellow haze. The streets of Buttonwillow contributed to the post apocalypitic feel. There were no people out anywhere. The streets lacked any markings. Any paint that might have once marked the roads had completely faded. There were no traffic signs or signals at the intersections. Thanks to Google and GPS we soon we found at the grocery store, but it really wasn't what we expected. It was hardly more than a gas station store with a few things in a freezer. Definitely not the fresh healthy food we were looking for. Our next best option while avoiding the traffic nightmare of Bakersfield was Taft. This meant traveling a significant distance from the freeway, but we figured we had the time. Driving to Taft was a bit scary. The roads were narrow, winding through the wasteland. We didn't see anyone else. It felt like a different planet. We got to Taft and found a grocery store. We stocked up on healthier foods. I also needed to use the bathroom. Kate didn't, as she had already wet her diaper a few times, but not wanting to use my diaper and dealing with trying to change it. After searching the grocery store for a bathroom, and starting to get desperate, I finally asked an employee. They didn't have public bathrooms. She suggested I try the Subway that shared the parking lot. After putting the groceries in the car we walked to the Subway. I was absolutely bursting at this point, but I didn't want to use my diaper being so close to a proper bathroom. We figured we would eat while at Subway as well. Entering the restaurant I didn't see any sign of a bathroom. Getting to the counter we asked if they had one. They did not. Well, at least I tried. I wet my diaper as we ordered our sandwiches. We ate lunch and got back on the freeway. It looked like we were going to be hitting LA right in the middle of rush hour. Traffic into the city wasn't bad, but once we got to the middle of the city traffic came to a standstill. It took us 30 minutes to drive five miles. However, even though it took us a very long time to get anywhere, I preferred LA rush hour traffic to some other cities in the Pacific Northwest that I've driven in. The people in LA seemed resigned to the fact that traffic sucks and it was going to take forever to get anywhere. You didn't have people angrily honking, trying to weave between cars that were barely moving to get somewhere, cutting each other off. People sat in their lanes resigned to it being a very slow commute. In other cities that I've driven in, where traffic jams are more rare, people get much more aggressive when there is a slow down. By the time we got to the paradise pier hotel it was dusk. We had no problem checking in and the bell service brought all our bags and our cooler of food to our room. I changed out of my wet diaper into regular underwear and I changed Kate into a new diaper. She was completely soaked, so it took a while to clean her up. From there we went out to walk around Downtown Disney for a bit. It was every bit as magical as I imagined. There were stages set up with live music. Delicious smells seemed to come from everywhere. Christmas lights twinkled as a monorail glided overhead. We walked the length of Downtown Disney to the park entrances, then grabbed a Wetzel Pretzel for dinner. Even though I was excited about Disneyland the next day, I slept very well that night, exhausted from all the driving. As guests of a Disneyland Hotel we had access to Magic Morning, early entrance to the parks before they opened to everyone else. We intended to wake up first thing the next day and take full advantage of magic morning. Laying in bed, snuggling with Kate and feeling her cushy diaper pressing against me I couldn't be happier. Attached is a picture I took that evening as we walked around Downtown Disney. vexer6, Friend, nex and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
leakmaker 29 Posted January 22, 2015 Share Posted January 22, 2015 Wow, I guess this thread has been going on for a while, but I haven't seen it before.I wish that I had, because it would have helped me realize some things about my own relationships that I just needed a change of perspective to get. I think this is one of the most human stories on the site, and I am glad that you feel so comfortable sharing it with this community. Keep on swimming as Dory likes to say haha. I enjoy your work on both of your sites, and thanks for sharing. Quote Link to comment
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