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Part 3

Emma’s cheeks were still burning as she walked through the front door. The thick Pull-Up crinkled loudly with every step under the soft pink sweatpants, and she clutched the plastic bag with her wet clothes tightly against her chest.

Her mom, Claire, was in the living room folding laundry. She looked up with a bright smile.

“Sweetie! How did the interview go?”

Emma opened her mouth, but the words got stuck. “It… um… it went…” She shifted nervously on her feet. The pressure that had been building during the long bus ride suddenly became too much. Without any warning, she felt her bottom push out a warm, mushy load into the already-used Pull-Up. Her face went scarlet as the heavy mess settled into the padding.

Claire’s nose wrinkled slightly. She set the laundry down and stepped closer.

“Emma… did you poop your pants?”

Emma shook her head quickly, eyes wide. “N-no, Mom! I didn’t!”

Claire wasn’t convinced. She gently turned Emma around by the shoulders, then tugged out the back of the pink sweatpants. The sight of the heavily soiled Pull-Up made her pause.

“Emma… are you wearing a diaper?!” Her voice rose in surprise. “Did you have an accident at your interview?!”

Emma’s lip trembled. Before she could answer, her mom guided her over to the couch and pulled her across her lap. Claire delivered several firm but loving swats to Emma’s padded bottom, the crinkling Pull-Up muffling the sounds.

“You had an accident at a job interview? Maybe you're just not ready to be a big girl”

Between sniffles and little yelps, Emma explained everything the sudden wetting during the questions, how kind Mrs. Harper had been, the Pull-Up and spare pants, and the strange comment about wanting to see her again.

Claire finished the spanking, then helped Emma up. She took her to the bathroom, laid her on the changing mat, and carefully untaped the messy Pull-Up. Emma lay there quietly, sucking on her thumb instinctively she hadn't done that since she was 10, while her mom wiped her bottom clean with gentle, thorough strokes, just like she would a baby.

After powdering her and sliding on a fresh Pull-Up, Claire kissed her forehead.

“Go wait in your room, baby. I need to make a phone call.”

Emma padded to her room wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and the crinkly Pull-Up. She sat on her bed hugging her stuffed bunny when she heard her mom’s voice from the hallway.

“Yes, this is Claire, Emma’s mother… She told me what happened at the interview today… Daycare, yes… She will definitely need help with the potty… I think she’s ready for a much more structured environment… Thank you so much for offering to help.”

Emma’s eyes widened as she listened. Her heart beat faster. She wasn’t sure whether to feel embarrassed or strangely comforted by what she was hearing.

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Emma's Regression PT 2

Two weeks had passed since the humiliating accident at the mall. Emma had been extra careful, always using the bathroom on time and staying close to home. Today felt like a good day she had landed a job interview at a local daycare center.

She dressed carefully for the occasion: a crisp white blouse tucked into cute black professional leggings that hugged her soft curves, topped with a small navy blazer. Her hair was styled in a soft, bouncy ponytail with a little white bow, professional, and cute.

The interview started well. The director, Mrs. Harper a warm, motherly woman in her mid-forties smiled kindly as they sat in her sunny office. Emma answered the first few questions confidently, hands folded neatly in her lap.

Then, without any warning at all, it happened.

Mid-sentence, while answering a question about working with young children, a sudden hot rush flooded between her legs. Emma’s eyes widened in horror as pee poured out uncontrollably, soaking straight through her panties and into the black leggings. A dark, glistening wet patch spread rapidly across her lap and down both thighs, forming a puddle on the chair beneath her.

She froze, face turning bright crimson. Tears instantly welled up and spilled down her cheeks.

“Oh no… oh no…” she whimpered, voice cracking as she began to cry softly.

Mrs. Harper’s expression shifted from surprise to gentle concern. She stood up calmly and placed a comforting hand on Emma’s shoulder.

“It’s alright, sweetie. These things happen sometimes,” she said soothingly. She handed Emma a large plastic bag. “Go ahead and put your wet things in here. I’ll walk you to the staff bathroom.”

Emma stood on shaky legs, the warm pee still dripping down her calves as she followed the woman. In the bathroom, she carefully removed just her soaked leggings and panties, placing them into the bag. She stood there sniffling, bottom half bare, with fresh tears rolling down her face.

“I… I don’t have anything to change into,” Emma cried, voice small and embarrassed.

Mrs. Harper paused, then opened a cabinet and pulled out a spare Pull-Up and a pair of soft pink sweatpants she kept for the other kids who are potty training

“Here, honey. These should fit you just fine,” she said kindly, holding up the crinkly Pull-Up.

Emma’s eyes widened and she shook her head, fresh tears falling. “N-no… please, I can’t wear that…”

But Mrs. Harper was already gently guiding her. “Shh, it’s okay. I change little girls all the time. This is no different. You don’t have anything to worry about, sweetheart.”

Emma stood there crying softly as the nice lady helped her step into the thick Pull-Up. The material crinkled loudly as Mrs. Harper pulled it up snugly around her hips and bottom. It was bulky and very noticeable. Then she helped Emma into the soft pink sweatpants, which did little to hide the padded bulge.

Once Emma was dressed, Mrs. Harper gave her a warm hug.

“I’m really sorry, Emma, but I can’t hire you for the position,” she said gently. “But I would very much like to see you again.” She slipped a business card into Emma’s hand. “have your mommy call me, okay?”

Emma nodded, confused and still sniffling as she clutched the card. She wondered what Mrs. Harper could possibly mean by that as she walked out of the daycare center in the obvious Pull-Up and borrowed pink sweatpants, carrying the bag with her wet leggings and underwear.

The thick padding crinkled with every step on the way to the bus stop. Emma’s cheeks stayed flushed the entire ride home, her mind spinning with embarrassment… and a strange, nervous flutter about what might happen next.

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what do you want to see more of in my stories

diapers/pull ups

omorashi, pants wetting

poop accidents

sexual encounters (fucking and licking)

regression (baby talk, cartoons, pacys)

all of the above (you fucking pervs 😘)

Remaining time: 16 hours 10 minutes

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Emma's Regression

Emma was twenty years old but had always been small, soft-spoken, and a bit behind everyone else. She still lived with her mother, Claire. Today they were at the large shopping mall, something Emma usually enjoyed but found overwhelming when it got too crowded.

She was wearing her favorite pair of light-wash denim shorts with little white bows on the front pockets. They were cute and snug, showing off her soft thighs. Underneath she wore simple white panties with tiny hearts.

After walking around for a couple of hours, Emma started shifting uncomfortably. A heavy pressure was building in her tummy.

“Mom… I really need the bathroom,” she said quietly, cheeks already warming.

Claire nodded. “Alright, let’s head back. You should have said something sooner, Emma.”

They turned around, but the mall was busy and the nearest restrooms were on the other side of the food court. Emma tried to walk normally, but the urge grew stronger fast. She was squeezing her legs together when a sudden, sharp cramp hit her.

She froze right in the middle of the wide walkway.

It was too late.

A warm, mushy load pushed out into her panties, filling the seat heavily. At the same time, she lost control of her bladder and a long spurt of pee soaked through her panties and into the crotch of her denim shorts. A small puddle formed around her sneakers.

Emma stood completely still, face burning bright red. The back of her shorts now sagged noticeably with the heavy mess, and dark wet patches were visible on the insides of both thighs.

Claire turned around and immediately noticed. She stepped close and placed a hand on Emma’s shoulder. Without hesitation, she turned her daughter slightly and tugged out the waistband of the denim shorts at the back, peering inside. The smell hit her right away.

“Oh, Emma… you pooped your pants,” Claire said, low but firm enough that a couple of nearby shoppers glanced over. “And you wet yourself too.”

Emma’s eyes filled with tears. She stood there mortified, the warm, squishy mess shifting every time she moved even a little. “I’m sorry…” she whispered, voice trembling.

Claire sighed, but her tone stayed gentle. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She took Emma’s hand and led her through the mall toward the family restroom. The heavy load in Emma’s shorts squished and bulged with every step, the wet spots on her thighs still visible. A few people stared, but Claire kept walking steadily, holding her daughter’s hand the whole way.

Once inside the restroom, Claire locked the door. She helped Emma out of her soiled denim shorts and ruined panties, then began cleaning her thoroughly with baby wipes from the changing station. Emma stood there sniffling, face still flushed with humiliation as her mother wiped away every trace of the accident.

When she was clean and dry, Claire reached into one of their shopping bags and pulled out a pair of soft black leggings they had bought earlier that day. She helped Emma step into them with nothing underneath. The thin fabric clung snugly to her skin, making the lack of panties very obvious.

Claire adjusted the leggings and gave Emma’s padded bottom a gentle pat.

“This is the second accident this month, Emma,” she said seriously. “If this keeps happening, we’re going to have to do something about it. I’m not above putting you back in Pull-Ups… or even diapers if you can’t keep clean. Do you understand?”

Emma nodded quickly, cheeks burning at the warning. She felt tiny standing there in just the thin leggings.

Claire took her hand again. “Let’s go home. We can finish shopping another day.”

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Working on a new story now 😁 thanks for all the love on the previous two stories let me know what you want to see in the next one!

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Thanks for 1000 followers! Here's a rare picture of my wet butt 😘 just a little accident

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Becca The Baby Part 4

The rest of the week passed with a strange new normal. Every night Becca soaked her Pull-Up, waking up in a warm, heavy, crinkly mess that left her secretly throbbing. During the day she stayed dry, too nervous to push her luck at school again. But by the weekend, the craving had grown too strong.

She and her mom went to the busy mall for some shopping. Becca wore a pair of snug blue jeans and full-cut panties, already feeling the familiar pressure after drinking a large soda and two bottles of water.

They were sitting in the crowded food court when Becca decided it was time. She shifted in her seat, squeezing her legs together dramatically.

“Mom… I really have to go potty,” she whined, loud enough for nearby tables to hear. She stood up, pretending to desperately hold it as she bounced on her toes. “I don’t think I can make it…”

Before her mom could respond, Becca pushed.

What started as an attempt to release a little pee turned into something much more. A thick, heavy load suddenly filled the seat of her panties. She froze mid-push as her bowels emptied completely, the warm, firm mess bulging noticeably into her full-cut panties and pressing against the tight blue jeans. At the same time, a hot spurt of piss escaped, darkening the crotch of her jeans.

Becca’s face turned bright crimson. She stood up fully straight, legs slightly apart, feeling the heavy load settle heavily in her pants. The smell began to rise almost immediately.

Her mom looked up, concerned. “Becca? Are you okay, honey?”

“I-I’m fine,” Becca lied quickly, her voice small. She tried to act normal, but the unmistakable earthy odor was already spreading in the busy food court.

Her mom’s expression changed. She stood up, stepped close, and discreetly tugged out the back of Becca’s jeans, peering down inside. The sight of the thoroughly soiled panties made her sigh in deep disappointment.

“You pooped your pants?” she said, not quite shouting but loud enough that several people nearby glanced over. “In the middle of the mall? What is wrong with you?”

Becca’s eyes filled with tears as her mom grabbed her wrist and started pulling her through the crowded mall. The load squished and shifted with every step, the bulge in the seat of her jeans obvious to anyone who looked closely. The wet spot on her crotch was visible too. Heads turned. A few people wrinkled their noses at the smell. Becca wanted to die from humiliation, but her pussy was pulsing with intense, shameful heat.

Her mom dragged her into a general store inside the mall, quickly grabbed a large pack of Huggies diapers and a pack of baby wipes, then marched her straight to the family restroom.

Inside the spacious bathroom, her mom locked the door and pointed to the baby changing table.

“Jeans down. Now.”

Becca whimpered and obeyed, lowering her soiled jeans and heavily messed panties. The smell was strong as her mom lifted her onto the changing table like a toddler. Becca lay on her back, legs in the air, face burning as her mom thoroughly wiped her clean with the baby wipes.

“I can’t believe my nineteen-year-old daughter is still messing her pants in public,” her mom lectured sternly while cleaning her. “You’re supposed to use the potty like a big girl. Clearly you can’t handle it.”

Becca kept her hands over her face, pretending to cry from embarrassment, but her nipples were hard and her pussy was slick with arousal. The position — lying on a public changing table while her mom wiped her bottom — was mortifyingly arousing.

When she was clean, her mom slid a thick Huggies diaper under her, powdered her generously, and taped it snugly into place. The diaper was loud and bulky, forcing her thighs apart.

. She pulled a short pleated skirt out of one of their earlier shopping bags and slid it up Becca’s legs, letting it fall over the thick diaper.

“There. Much more practical,” her mom said. The skirt was short enough that the bulky Huggies diaper peeked out noticeably with even the slightest movement, the waistband clearly visible above the hem.

Her mom took her hand again. “We’re finishing our shopping. And you’re staying in that diaper — and that skirt — until we get home. Maybe this will finally teach you.”

Becca waddled out of the bathroom behind her mom, the loud crinkle of the Huggies clearly audible with every step. The short skirt did almost nothing to hide the obvious padded diaper underneath. Her face stayed flushed deep red the entire time, but between her legs she was aching with desperate, secret horniness.

She couldn’t wait to get home.

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Becca The Baby PT 3

Over the next few days, Becca couldn’t stop thinking about it. The spankings, the lectures, the overwhelming shame… it all left her soaked in more ways than one. She secretly craved being treated like a helpless little girl. So she made a plan: she would keep having “accidents” until her mom had no choice but to baby her completely.

She started small. Every night she made sure to drink water before bed and ignore the urge to pee. Night after night she woke up in a warm, soaked bed. By the fourth night, her mom had had enough.

“This is ridiculous, Becca,” her mom said while stripping the wet sheets again. “From now on, you’re wearing Pull-Ups to bed. I’m not washing sheets every single morning.”

Becca pretended to be embarrassed and argued weakly, but inside she was thrilled. That first night in a crinkly Pull-Up, she came twice with her hand inside the padding before falling asleep.

During the daytime, though, she was too scared to force an accident at school. She held it like a good girl… until today.

It was during last period. Becca had been squirming in her seat for nearly an hour, the pressure in her bladder growing unbearable. She told herself she could make it. Then, right as the teacher was talking, her control slipped.

A loud hiss filled the quiet classroom as hot piss gushed into her light blue jeans. She froze, but it wouldn’t stop. The flood soaked her panties instantly, spreading across the seat of the chair and pouring down her thighs in visible rivers. A large puddle formed under her desk, dripping onto the floor.

The girl next to her noticed first. “Oh my god, Becca peed herself!”

Snickers turned into open laughter. Phones came out. “Senior year and she still wets her pants!” someone called out. “What a baby!”

Becca burst into loud, genuine sobs, tears streaming down her flushed face as she sat there in her completely soaked jeans. The dark wet patch covered her entire lap and both legs. She stood up on shaky legs, the back of her jeans also drenched, and waddled out of the classroom to the sound of laughter and teasing.

She hid in the office, crying softly while the secretary called her mom. When her mom finally arrived, the look on her face made Becca’s stomach flip with both fear and arousal.

The drive home was silent. As soon as they got inside, her mom pulled her straight over her lap on the couch.

“You had an accident in class?” her mom scolded, yanking Becca’s wet jeans and panties down to her knees. “In front of everyone? You’re nineteen years old and you couldn’t even use the potty like a big girl!”

The spanking was hard and relentless. Sharp smacks rained down on Becca’s bare, still-damp ass as her mom lectured her.

“You need to listen to your body! When you have to go, you go. If you keep acting like a toddler who can’t control herself, I’m going to treat you like one. Pull-Ups during the day too. Maybe even diapers. Do you understand me?”

Each smack made Becca cry out, but the stinging pain mixed with the fresh memory of being teased in class had her absolutely dripping. Her pussy was swollen and slick, throbbing harder with every scolding word.

When the spanking finally ended, her ass glowed bright red. Her mom stood her up.

“Go put on a Pull-Up. You’re wearing one for the rest of the evening.”

Becca nodded meekly, sobbing the whole way to her room. She stepped into a thick white Pull-Up printed with little stars, pulling it snug over her sore bottom. The padding felt bulky and babyish between her thighs.

As soon as her mom went downstairs, Becca locked her door, lay back on her bed, and shoved her hand inside the Pull-Up. She was soaked. She rubbed her swollen clit furiously, replaying everything — the hiss of piss in class, the laughter, the spanking, her mom’s threats to put her in diapers.

It only took a couple of minutes before she came hard, biting her pillow to stay quiet as her hips bucked against her hand inside the crinkly padding.

Panting and flushed, Becca smiled to herself. Her plan was working perfectly. And she already couldn’t wait for the next “accident.”

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becca the baby pt2

She slipped into an oversized t-shirt and a pair of soft pink panties before crawling into bed,

Hours later, in the middle of the night, Becca stirred. Something felt warm and wet beneath her. At first she thought it was just sweat, but as consciousness returned, the unmistakable heavy, soaked sensation registered. Her sheets were drenched. She had peed the bed.Her heart raced. The large wet spot had spread from under her ass all the way up toward her lower back, and her panties were completely saturated, clinging transparently to her pussy. The smell of her accident lingered faintly under the blankets. Becca bit her lip, sliding a hand down to touch the mess. Her fingers traced the warm, soaked fabric stretched over her mound, pressing lightly against her clit. With flushed cheeks, she worked up some real tears, letting them spill down her face. Then she climbed out of the soggy bed, the cool air hitting her drenched panties and making her thighs tremble.Sniffling loudly, she padded down the hall to her mom’s room and pushed the door open.“Momma... I peed the bed,” she whimpered in a small, pathetic voice, standing there in just her oversized shirt and obviously soaked pink panties.Her mom sat up groggily, flicking on the lamp. She took one look at her 19-year-old daughter standing there with tears streaming down her face and a dark wet patch clearly visible on the front and back of her panties, and let out a long, disappointed sigh.“Again? Becca, this is ridiculous. Come here.”Becca shuffled closer, pretending to sob harder as her mom pulled her over her lap without another word. The first firm smack landed on her wet ass with a loud, humiliating clap. Becca yelped, but the sting mixed with the warm wetness only sent another forbidden thrill through her core. Her mom spanked her steadily—ten, fifteen firm swats—scolding between each one.“You’re nineteen years old, not a toddler. You need to listen to your body when you have to go. This is the second accident today. If you keep acting like a baby who can’t control herself, I’m going to start treating you like one. Pull-ups at night, maybe even during the day. Do you understand me?”Each smack made Becca’s soaked panties squish against her, the wet fabric rubbing her swollen clit. She cried out convincingly, squirming and kicking her legs, but inside she was burning with arousal. When the spanking finally stopped, her ass glowed pink beneath the wet panties. Her mom stood her up and marched her to the bathroom.“Strip,” she ordered.Becca peeled off the soaked shirt and panties, standing naked and sniffling as her mom ran a warm bath. She was lowered into the tub, and her mom washed her thoroughly, still lecturing the entire time.“You have to pay attention to those signals, Becca. If you feel like you need to pee, you go. I’m not going to keep dealing with grown-woman-sized puddles every day. Keep this up and you’ll be sleeping in diapers like the little girl you’re acting like.”Becca kept her face buried in her hands, pretending to be utterly humiliated and upset, letting out little sobs. But her nipples were hard, and every time her mom’s words sank in—diapers, treating you like a baby—a fresh pulse of heat throbbed between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together under the soapy water, secretly getting off on every second of it.After the bath, her mom dressed her in a clean pair of panties and a new t-shirt, then stripped the wet sheets while Becca stood there looking small and ashamed.“Back to bed,” her mom said firmly. “And if this happens again, we’re having a very different conversation about how to handle big girls who wet themselves.”Becca nodded meekly, crawling under the fresh sheets with her ass still tingling from the spanking. As soon as her mom turned off the light and left, Becca slipped her hand back between her legs, biting the pillow to muffle her soft moans. The shame, the spanking, the threats… she came hard within minutes, replaying every humiliating detail until she finally drifted back to sleep, secretly hoping it would happen again soon.

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Becca the baby PT1

Becca stood beside the family minivan, her black yoga pants accenting her ample 19-year-old body perfectly, showing the curves of her ass. She was always the hottest girl in school but not very bright, and had been held back in her senior year. She stood crossing her legs, her pale skin a deep shade of crimson as tears welled in her eyes.

"Mom....I peed...." A dark patch was forming on her ass, slowly spreading down her thighs and making a puddle at her feet.

"You what?!" Her mom shouted as she left the house, observing her daughter wet her pants.

Becca's lower lip trembled as the warm flood continued, completely out of her control. The urine gushed through her panties and soaked the thin black yoga pants, creating a glossy dark stain that spread rapidly across her round ass cheeks and down both thighs. It felt humiliatingly hot at first, then quickly cooled against her skin, making her shiver. The soft hiss and the way the fabric clung tightly to her pussy and ass only made her face burn hotter.

"I-I couldn't hold it..." she whimpered, voice cracking. "We were in the car forever and I drank so much..."

Her mother stared in disbelief for a long moment, then sighed sharply. "Just... get inside before the whole neighborhood sees you like this. Jesus, Becca."

Becca waddled toward the door, mortified by the squelching sound of her soaked pants with every step. The wet material clung obscenely to every curve, outlining the shape of her plump ass and the puffy lips of her pussy. A few final dribbles ran down her calves as she stepped over the threshold, leaving faint wet footprints on the floor.

Once inside, her mom simply pointed toward the bathroom. "Go clean yourself up. I'll deal with the car." She sounded more annoyed than anything else, leaving Becca alone with her shame.

But alone in the hallway, Becca didn't move right away. Her heart was pounding, and despite the burning embarrassment flooding her cheeks, a deep, secret heat had bloomed between her legs. The heavy, clinging wetness of her ruined yoga pants felt strangely intimate. Every tiny shift made the soaked fabric slide against her sensitive clit, sending little sparks of unwanted pleasure through her body. She pressed her thighs together, feeling the cool urine still trapped against her skin, and a soft, involuntary whimper escaped her lips.

She was dripping wet in more ways than one now.

Becca bit her lip hard, glancing toward the closed front door. No one else was watching, but the memory of standing out there in the driveway—pissing herself in front of her own mother, the dark patch growing on her ass for anyone to potentially see—was making her throb. Her nipples tightened against her top as she reached down and gently pressed the soaked crotch of her pants, feeling the warm slickness squish against her fingers.

She knew it was pathetic. She was nineteen, repeating senior year because she could barely pass her classes, and here she was getting turned on by her own accident. The shame only made it hotter. Her breathing grew shallow as she stood there, subtly rocking her hips, grinding the wet fabric against herself.

The puddle she had left by the minivan was still outside. Her soaked pants were clinging to her like a second skin, advertising exactly what the ditzy hot girl had done. And God... it was making her so wet she could barely think straight.

Becca slipped a hand inside the waistband of her ruined yoga pants, fingers sliding through the warm mess to touch her slick, aching pussy directly. A quiet moan escaped her as the embarrassment and the filthy wetness combined into something intoxicating.

She would clean up eventually... but right now, she needed a few more minutes to savor how utterly humiliated and turned on she felt.

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we're just having a drink with friends when suddenly you hear ''I think your girl needs her diaper changed'' @cumpliantly

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it’s a pull-up >:(

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She's at 10 but she makes you drink about a full glass of her golden water everyday directly from the source but you date her !!!??

Still a 10

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Confessions of a Teenage Bedwetter pt5

Dear Diary,

Tonight was the most humiliating night of my entire life… and I’m still shaking from how turned on I am.I went to dinner with my parents. I thought I could handle one evening in regular underwear like a normal 19-year-old. I wore a cute sundress with white panties underneath. Big mistake.We were at the restaurant when I felt it. I tried to hold it, but the pressure kept building. Right as the waiter brought dessert, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I pushed a little… and pooped my pants. A big, warm, solid load filled my panties and squished into the seat of my dress. The smell hit me almost immediately. I froze, tears already filling my eyes.Mom noticed something was wrong. She leaned over and whispered, “Lily, did you have an accident?” I shook my head but I was already crying. Right there in the middle of the restaurant she reached under the table, lifted the back of my dress, and checked my pants like I was a toddler. Her fingers pressed against the bulge in my poopy panties in front of everyone.“Oh honey… you pooped your pants,” she said, loud enough that the couple at the next table definitely heard. I broke down sobbing like a little girl while my dad paid the bill fast and they rushed me out.I cried the entire car ride home. Mom kept scolding me in that disappointed voice she used when I was five. When they dropped me off at my apartment I called Alex immediately, still sniffling and messy.He was waiting outside my door when I got there.The second we were inside he didn’t say a word. He pulled me over his lap on the couch, lifted my dress, and started spanking me hard through my loaded, squishy underwear. Every smack pushed the mess against me. I was kicking and bawling, completely broken.“You’re supposed to tell me when you need to go, little girl,” he growled between spanks. “Babies who poop their pants get punished.”When my bottom was burning he carried me to the bathroom, stripped me, and gave me a long, warm bath. He washed me everywhere like I was helpless. By the time he dried me off I was whimpering with need.He bent me over the bed and fucked me hard from behind while I was still damp from the bath. I came so many times I lost count, crying and moaning into the sheets. After he finished inside me he laid me on a changing mat, lotioned me, powdered my red bottom, and taped me into the thickest diaper I own.I’m lying here now in my heavy, crinkly diaper, sucking on my pacifier while he cuddles me. My bottom is sore, my pussy is still tingling, and I feel completely regressed.I don’t think I can go back to big-girl underwear anymore. Not even for my parents.I need this. I need him. I need my diapers.— Lily

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Confessions of A Teenage Bedwetter PT4

Dear Diary,

It’s only been a few days since my last entry and I barely recognize myself anymore.Alex spent the night last night. I didn’t even try to wear big-girl panties. The second he walked through the door I was already in a thick nighttime diaper under my oversized t-shirt. He smiled when he felt the padding when he hugged me.“Good girl,” he whispered, and I melted.We didn’t even make it to the bedroom at first. He sat on the couch and pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. I was already squirming because I’d been holding my pee for a while on purpose. He noticed and rubbed my padded front.“Go ahead, baby. Use your diaper like a good little girl.”I buried my face in his neck, whimpered, and let go. A long, warm, hissing flood filled the diaper as I sat right on his lap. I could feel it swelling up thick and heavy between us. When I finished I was panting and grinding against the soggy padding. He kissed me deeply while his hand slipped inside the leg cuff of the diaper and fingered me until I came hard, soaking the already drenched diaper even more.Later he changed me on my bed like it was the most normal thing in the world. He took his time — wiping me clean, lotion, lots of powder, then taping me into an even thicker diaper. I sucked on the pacifier he gave me the whole time and didn’t even feel embarrassed anymore. I felt small. Safe. Horny.This morning I woke up soaked again. Instead of changing myself right away I crawled over to Alex (still in my heavy, sagging diaper) and nuzzled against him until he woke up. He changed me while I was still half-asleep, then fed me a bottle of warm milk he prepared. I drank it while he rubbed my back.I didn’t put real clothes on until almost noon. I spent the whole morning in just a t-shirt and my fresh diaper, watching cartoons and coloring while Alex worked on his laptop. Every time I needed to pee I just did it. No asking. No rushing. Just that lovely warm rush into the padding. I’m starting to crave that feeling.I think I’m getting dependent. Like, actually dependent.The idea of going out without a diaper now makes me anxious. What if I have an accident? What if I’m not ready in time? Diapers feel like my new normal. Alex says he likes me better this way — softer, smaller, more honest.I caught myself today standing in front of the mirror in just my diaper, turning side to side, poking at how puffy my butt looks. I smiled. Then I got on all fours on my bed, pushed my padded bottom out, and rubbed myself until I came again, whispering “I’m just a baby… I need my diapers…”I don’t know how far this is going to go, but I don’t want to stop. I want to regress more. I want to need him to take care of me completely.Alex is coming back tonight. I already laid out three different diapers on my bed for him to choose from.I’m so excited I keep leaking little spurts into the one I’m wearing right now.— Lily

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Confessions of a Teenage Bedwetter PT3.

Dear Diary,He called me this afternoon. His voice was so deep and calm on the phone. “Hey Lily, I can’t stop thinking about you. Want to go out tonight? Dinner and a movie?” I squeaked out a “Yes!” so fast I sounded like a total dork, but I didn’t care. I was glowing.I wanted to look irresistible. I wore a tight black dress that hugged my body, short enough that it barely covered the top of my thighs, with tiny straps and a low neckline. No bra. I felt so sexy and grown-up… until I remembered what a big baby I actually am.The movie was great. We sat in the back row and he kept his hand on my thigh the whole time. I drank a huge soda like an idiot. By the time we got back in his car I was squirming, but I was too shy to say anything. We were driving when it hit me hard.I gasped, crossed my legs, but it was too late.“Fuck…” I whimpered as hot pee burst out of me into my panties. It flooded down my thighs, soaking the back of my tight dress and puddling on his leather seat. I started crying immediately, big tears rolling down my cheeks. “I’m so sorry… I’m such a baby… I couldn’t hold it…”He didn’t get mad. He just looked over at me with this intense expression, pulled over, and said quietly, “You wet yourself, didn’t you, little girl?”I nodded, sobbing. He reached over and slid his hand up my soaked thigh, feeling the mess I made. Then he drove straight to his apartment instead of taking me home.As soon as we were inside he pulled me over his lap on the couch. My dress was hiked up and he spanked my wet bottom hard, over and over. I was kicking and crying like a toddler, but I was also dripping wet in a completely different way. Every smack made me throb.“You’re a naughty little bedwetter, aren’t you?” he growled between spanks.“Yes… I’m a bedwetter… I’m sorry…” I sobbed.When my bottom was stinging and bright red he stood me up, stripped my soaked dress off, and laid me on his bed. He took out a thick pair of pink pull-ups (he already had them?) and slid them up my legs. The padding was so soft and crinkly. He taped them snug around me while I whimpered with embarrassment and need.Then his hand slipped inside the front of the pull-up. His fingers found my soaked, swollen pussy and started fingering me slowly. I was still crying softly, but my hips were bucking against his hand. He rubbed my clit and pushed two fingers deep inside me while whispering how cute I looked in my pull-up after wetting myself like a baby.I came so hard I saw stars, soaking the pull-up even more.Afterwards he held me, kissed my forehead, and drove me home. I’m lying in my own bed now still wearing the pull-up he put me in. It’s warm and heavy between my legs. My bottom is sore from the spanking, my eyes are puffy from crying, and I’ve never felt more embarrassed… or more wanted.I think I’m falling for him. Even though (or maybe because) he knows what a pathetic little bedwetter I am.— Lily