I got some more pull-ups (yay) so let’s see if I’ll remember to go to the bathroom in time. Surely drinking lots of water in a short-ish time span will be fine right?
I keep feeling like I’m gonna leak but at the last minute I don’t so that means I can definitely hold it longer. I can wait until my laundry is done and keep my pull-up dry for sure
I really really have to go but it’s only been an hour since I last peed it’s way too early to go now
I got some more pull-ups (yay) so let’s see if I’ll remember to go to the bathroom in time. Surely drinking lots of water in a short-ish time span will be fine right?
I keep feeling like I’m gonna leak but at the last minute I don’t so that means I can definitely hold it longer. I can wait until my laundry is done and keep my pull-up dry for sure
I really really have to go but it’s only been an hour since I last peed it’s way too early to go now
I got some more pull-ups (yay) so let’s see if I’ll remember to go to the bathroom in time. Surely drinking lots of water in a short-ish time span will be fine right?
I got some more pull-ups (yay) so let’s see if I’ll remember to go to the bathroom in time. Surely drinking lots of water in a short-ish time span will be fine right?
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Underrated feeling: waiting until you’re uncontrollably wetting a pull-up to get up and speed walking to the bathroom so you don’t flood your pants too
A sort of elaborate fantasy idk if I’ll ever do cause of how impractical it is would be rapid desperation with a cg where I am diapered for the preparation, I am about to go grocery shopping or something and the cg wants to make sure I don’t have an accident while we’re out so they prompt me to tinkle into my diaper every 10-15 minutes for the hour leading up to us leaving, while keeping me hydrated of course
By the time we need to leave my diaper is swollen and squishy and I’ve gone pee enough I’m convinced I definitely won’t need to pee while we’re out so I refuse to change into a new diaper but we settle on a pull-up just to be safe
While out shopping I almost immediately have to pee but I just went so I should definitely be able to hold it so I don’t bother telling my cg how badly I have to go. Not that I need to tell them, with how squirmy I’m being it’s obvious I’m not going to be able to hold it much longer so they wrap up shopping and we head home with my hand shoved in my crotch trying to hold it the whole drive back
Either I can’t hold it for the whole drive or the second I get out of the car I would be leaking but the pull-up under my pants would buy me some time to at least get inside and hopefully to the bathroom before I have a full accident in my pants, maybe even making it all the way to the potty only to not have the time to pull my pants down before I’m soaking through my pull-up and wetting my pants
My cg would arrive after putting the groceries on the counter to find either a large puddle or me on the potty with some very soggy pants and tell me this proves I need diapers for the day at least and while grumpy I can’t exactly argue while my pants are still dripping so I get changed into a diaper and clean pants and we unload the groceries, my cg now convinced I won’t go pee until it’s an emergency and they don’t want me to hurt my bladder so they start prompting me to go every 15 minutes again until my diaper is soggy and so puffy you can clearly see the outline under my pants
They would of course tease me for being so soggy everyone can tell I’m a potty pants just by looking and I would insist I can hold it and it was just one accident earlier so they make a deal with me where if I can keep a diaper dry for 2 hours I don’t need to wear a diaper for the rest of the day
2 hours seems so reasonable so I agree and get changed into a clean diaper but since we just went to the store we have so much juice and it’s so yummy and they keep refilling my cup and I’ve been going every 15 minutes for a while unpacking and organizing the pantry so I’m potty dancing in no time but still insisting I can hold it the 2 hours
Not even an hour later I’m leaking constantly in my diaper until finally I can’t stop the leak and it becomes a continuous gushing stream, filling my diaper completely
I held so long I wet my diaper last night and now my bladder is all weak so I put on a pull-up just in case and I was about to go to the bathroom cause I got distracted and held it again and now my roommate is in there and I gotta gooo 😣
I leaked just a little bit in my pull-up and my roommate was finally done in the bathroom so I got up and it made me leak a lot more but it’s definitely not an accident and I definitely did not dribble into my pullup all the way to the bathroom
I held so long I wet my diaper last night and now my bladder is all weak so I put on a pull-up just in case and I was about to go to the bathroom cause I got distracted and held it again and now my roommate is in there and I gotta gooo 😣
I leaked just a little bit in my pull-up and my roommate was finally done in the bathroom so I got up and it made me leak a lot more but it’s definitely not an accident and I definitely did not dribble into my pullup all the way to the bathroom
The idea of someone "potty training" me and acting really sweet and nice but secretly making their goal to un-potty train me and slowly break me down into a baby is like my biggest fantasy... I have an accident and she's very insistent on it so I'm like, okay, whatever, I'll play along. I'm an adult with a functional bladder anyway, so it's not like I'll actually need to use these training underwear. And at least they're fabric ones, it's not like they're pull ups or diapers or anything.
She loads me up on water and juice and is taking me to the potty every 15 minutes before our road trip, so I'm "plenty hydrated, but can still get it all out before we get going!" I'm still allowed to use the big potty toilet, for now, as long as she walks me over and holds my hand while I go. I don't know what "rapid desperation" is, but I do end up peeing a little every time, since I've been drinking so much water and juice. And... the attention is nice. The way she says "good job, baby boy!" after every time I go makes my whole face red with embarrassment, but it also makes me feel really good. Like I did a good job and she's proud of me.
Then comes the road trip to our weekend getaway It's a short one, only 2 hours. Usually on a drive that short I wouldn't even need to think about the bathroom. But this time... Oh boy. I'm looking around frantically about halfway through, even though I know there are no rest stops nearby. I'm pressing my legs together as tightly as I can, trying not to show how badly I need to go. She clocks it right away, of course. "Do you need the potty?" She asks, sounding a little amused. My face goes red again.
"Nooo..." I say. I sound horribly unconvincing. Horribly unconvincing and small. That's not allowed, stop that. I straighten up in my seat. "I, uh. I could use the bathroom for sure. But, I think I can hold it?" Big voice. That's better.
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"Are you sure?" She says, a knowing look on her face. "You look pretty tense. If you need to go, I brought a potty— it's in the trunk. I can pull over."
I shake my head. "I think I'll be fine. I should be good. Let's just focus on something else." I try to keep my eyes on the road.
About twenty minutes later, the urgency has only gotten worse, and I realize that I just leaked. We were listening to an episode of a podcast, something about dinosaurs, and it was making me laugh, and a little piss spurted out, I can feel the warmth of it and then the rapid cooling as the wet spot soaks into my training underwear. I frantically feel the front of my jeans. No wetness yet. But I need to go. The pressure is intense, I can feel it continuing to build up and I rock back and forth in my seat a little. "I really, really have to go," I admit with a whine.
"The potty's right back there, baby." She reminds me. "Want me to pull over? It's our last chance before we get into town."
I briefly consider it, but... I really don't want to use that potty, especially not on the side of the road where someone might drive by and see me. "No," I insist, although my confidence in my bladder is shrinking. "I think I'll be okay."
Twenty minutes later, I am not okay. I'm leaning forward in my seat with my head and arms resting on the dashboard, hunched over my bladder, trying desperately to keep everything in. I can't do it, I leak again. It's a big one this time. I don't even need to check to see if it's showing through the front of my pants, I know it is. I need to go, the strain on my bladder hurts. I let out a moan, muffled by my arms. "I need to go, I can't hold it, can you please pull over, please," I beg, even though I know the answer. We're in town now, so I can't do that, everyone would see, and I can't let go, because I'm in her car, so I have to hold it.
She puts a hand on my shoulder. "Just a little further, baby. Almost there."
When we get to the airbnb place, I almost lose it as soon as I step out of the car. I stagger towards the door, then freeze as I leak again, substantially. There's a huge wet patch halfway down my legs when I manage to get it to stop. I can't do words, it's too much. Luckily, she interprets what I need, and grabs the potty from the trunk and tugs me inside.
I don't even think about the potty or what it looks like. I'm grateful when she sets it on the floor behind me, and I shove my half-wet pants and the utterly soaked training underwear down to my ankles and sit down and piss, my stream audibly spraying the plastic. It feels like I'm going forever. It's a few moments before the relief kicks in, and I sigh as the tension slowly leaves my body along with the contents of my overfull bladder. I worry, irrationally, for a moment that I might overfill the potty. But it's an adult-sized one, and it has plenty of room.
As my flow peters off, the stream going from a spray to a stream to a dribble, I can see the situation more clearly and I begin to realize how embarrassing it is. I'm sitting on the potty, a white plastic thing adorned with primary colors, and my cold, soggy pants and training undies are down around my ankles. I "made it," sure, technically, but I only made it to the plastic training potty right in front of the door, and I sure leaked a substantial amount— my pants are soaked. I shamefully wipe myself, although my legs are damp with piss too. I'll need a shower if I don't want to get a rash.
I stand up, trying to decide what to do about my wet pants. I know I shouldn't just walk upstairs with my pants around my ankles, but I'm not asking her to get new pants for me, that would be rude. But I can't make myself pull the cold wet pants up, or take my shoes off, they're wet and yucky too, so I can get the pants off.
It's all just a little too much, and to my further embarrassment, I start to cry. I'm trying not to, so it's quiet. But I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. I sit back down on the potty. I'm sure she's going to hate me. She's been watching from afar, but now she comes closer.
"What's wrong, honey?" She asks. Her voice is soft. I can't get the words out at first, but she's patient. She puts her hands on my shoulders. I hold onto them.
"I, it's yucky, I'm yucky," I manage to get out before the crying starts again and cuts me off. I just wanna get clean and dry but I'm not sure how to make that happen at the moment, I'm crazy overstimulated and embarrassed and regressed, which I've never done around her, I shouldn't let myself, but I can't make myself be big right now, it's just not happening.
"Okay, baby. Want me to make it better?" She asks.
She's... not mad? I nod. I need her to make it better, I need her help. She begins undoing my shoes, and I start crying again, because they're yucky and she's so nice and she shouldn't have to touch them just to help a stupid baby like me. But she does, and takes them off, then slips my wet pants off as well. Then, she offers me her hand, and I take it, and follow her upstairs wordlessly. She's murmuring little encouragements to me.
We get to the bathroom, and I wait for her to turn on the shower, or to leave me to do it, but she starts a bath, instead. And she puts bubbles in it. Then she takes my shirt off and tells me to get in, so I do.
The water is warm and comfy and it immediately washes away the drying pee that was starting to get a little itchy on my legs. And she brought me a bath toy, the kind that suctions onto the wall and you can pour water in and watch it go through different little sections, along with cups in bright primary colors to pour the water. I reach for it, then hesitate. I'm not supposed to be little, it's already too much for me to be accepting the bath like this. She smiles. "Can you help me out? I need someone to please pour some water in the toy for me. I want to make sure it works."
I nod. I can do that. I am a good helper. I take the little blue cup on the rim of the tub and diligently pour a cupful of bath water into the toy. It dribbles down and makes the sections spin. I smile. It's cool! I pour another cup, then another, forgetting myself and my reservations entirely. I like the bath.
She watches me play, and joins in with the yellow cup, splashing me occasionally. I giggle. Eventually, the tub starts to get cold, and I'm getting a little hungry and sleepy. She pulls the plug and allllll the water goes down the drain. Bye bye bath time.
I step out and dry off. She gets me dressed in some comfy pajamas and then we go downstairs and eat the dinner we packed for tonight. I'm so sleepy after the ordeal of the day. I normally would have slept on the drive over, but I didn't due to my desperation.
I use the bathroom, again with her supervision, and then I'm ready for bed. I'm about to climb in under the covers when she stops me. "Baby, one second."
I stop, yawning. "What's up?"
She's holding something in her hands. I squint. Is that a diaper? "Is that a diaper?" I ask, out loud, realizing I've just been standing there staring.
"No, no," she reassures me. "It's just a nighttime pull-up. Just for tonight, you know? I know you ended up making it to the potty today, but you still left quite a mess. And I had to clean it up, you know."
"I'm so sorry!" I exclaim, crestfallen. I hadn't even thought about the dribbles I must have left on my way to the potty, or my soaked pants and shoes, or anything. She had cleaned them up and not even said a word. Guilt lodges itself in my stomach. "You didn't have to do that, I really am sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you, somehow. Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes, there is." She says, putting it simply. "You can wear one of these tonight." She waggles the nighttime pull-up up and down with her hands. "That way, we can guarantee there are no more accidents. Is that okay with you?"
I nod, my face going red again. I don't want to, but... I do want to make it up to her. So I put it on, and we both go to bed.
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