I Peed In My Diaper So Bad It Leaked
Well, ever since my last story, I’ve decided that I LOVE to wet myself. Like..a LOT. Because of this, I’ve decided to make myself somewhat incontinent. Not fully…but enough to the point where if I don’t constantly think about holding it, I’ll lose control and wet myself. And I’m happy to report that I’m pretty much there!! =)
I’m not a huge fan of diapers, idk why. They just don’t really appeal to me. However…the other day, I lost a bet with a friend. My friend is incontinent, she has been since a really young age due to a back injury. Anyway, she wears diapers. As you could have guessed.
We were sitting in Wendy’s, and she turns to me with a smile, asking if I wanted to make a bet with her. I asked what the bet was for, and she told me she didn’t think I could wear one of her diapers for 12 hours without “using” it. But I couldn’t go to the bathroom before I put one of them on.
I thought about it-I had already had 2 large dr. peppers, and a bottle of water earlier…and my record so far for holding it is 26 hours. I thought I could do it if I didn’t drink anything else for the duration of the bet-I was already pretty desperate.
I went into the bathroom to put one on, and my friend followed me to make sure I didn’t use the bathroom. She makes her own cloth diapers, because she’s a germ freak…and since she always carries extra diapers with her, she designed hers so that if she ends up going #2, it’ll fall into a “bag” thing…it’s not really a bag…like..if you look at the diaper, you wouldn’t notice anything different about it. But if you went #2 in it, the poo will drop about an inch away from the rest of the diaper, so that it doesn’t really touch your butt. It’s kinda awesome really. Even though I can’t explain it.
Anyway, I put one of them on, and it was kinda tight in the butt area, but everything else fit pretty well, I checked the legs and everything and there weren’t any spots for a leak. I pulled my mirror out of my purse and checked out how I looked in it-I have to admit, I was pretty darn cute =)
I was wearing a pleated skirt at the time, mid thigh. Anyway, we went back out and finished eating, then went on our way.
Several hours passed, and we ended up at the movies-I’m proud to say that I made it through the whole movie without losing control =) seeing as how I was pretty much doubled over from the pressure in my bladder. As we were walking out of the theater, my stomach rumbled. With a horror, I realized that I had not gone #2 in about 3-4 days. And I still had 8 hours left on the bet.
So we slowly made our way outside, me doubled over, holding my stomach with one hand, my other hand pressed against my crotch, doing anything I could to hold everything in. Mind you-I had to focus INSANELY hard in order to not lose control. I really didn’t want to go in a diaper…the thought is just disgusting to me. =/
With the constant thoughts of “hold it in hold it in hold it in” coursing through my mind, we stepped (well, I kinda hobbled) outside, headed to the mall. Halfway there, my stomach rumbled loudly, and I felt my body overcome my mind, and the poo began to leave my body. It was kind of hard, but not overly so. With a start, I realized what was happening, and squatted down to make sure it didn’t get everywhere in the diaper. Thank goodness for that bag thing my friend put in the diaper!!!
I stood back up after I was finished, and looked over to my friend, who laughed and told me I had to keep the diaper on the for the rest of the bet. I almost felt like crying!! There was probably a pound of #2 in the diaper, and every step I took caused the diaper to sag a bit more, and I could feel it hitting the inside of my legs as I walked.
We continued making our way to the mall, me with one hand still pressed to my crotch (I still had to pee SOOOOOO badly) and the other hand trying to hold up the diaper. I still had to concentrate on my bladder, I really really really REALLY didn’t want to pee in the diaper…with the #2 already in it. Omg.
Fortune would have it that it had iced the night before, and with me concentrating on not peeing, I slipped on the ice and landed hard on my butt. Well, guess what was right below my butt? Yeah, the poo. I sat there a second, wondering what the hell had happened, when I realized that there was warm mushy stuff all around my butt. I sat back slightly and it squished up to the front of the diaper. I was appalled. I felt like crying. Aaaand I lost my concentration for a second…and guess what happened then? Righto- I lost control of my bladder. All the pee I had been holding for the past 18 hours POURED out of me into the diaper. I mean POURED. There was so much of it. The diaper ended up leaking and the concrete sidewalk that I was sitting on was covered in the pee for about 5 feet in all directions. With growing horror, I lifted up the front of my skirt and looked down at my crotch. The diaper was yellow, a dark dark yellow. I put my hand on it and squeezed slightly, and pee gushed between my fingers. I started crying. I couldn’t help myself. I was sitting on the sidewalk-in public, with a messy, pee filled diaper.
My friend came over and helped me up, telling me everything would be okay. She led me to the bathroom, where she laid me on the floor and changed me. I didn’t even realize what was going on until she was done. I thought she had put my panties back on for me…but she had put another diaper on me. I continued to cry…I felt like a baby.
So, here I am…3 hours later, the bet isn’t quite finished…and I’m sitting-yet again-in a wet diaper. I can’t get the darn thing undone…and my friend won’t be back for another 30 min…so I have to sit here in it and cry. =(
The funniest thing about this whole ordeal…to be quite honest…I kind of enjoyed the day. *blushes*
Until next time!!