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29 male, 6"1 he/him diaper lover i have stress/mild incontinence i dont feel the need to pee just pressure

[youtrippin99]

Haven't done a hold gold in ages. So since I got out of bed at lik 3 pm started drinking stuff currently at 8 waters, 2 mountain dew, 1 sprite, 1 Dr pepper and counting will keep holding till complete failure and i piss myself violently

[pamperedcouple]

[youtrippin99]

I had this pizza delivery job in my early twenties was a grind, but it paid cash. This was back just before the world was saturated with delivery apps, back when I was the sole master of my own domain, a beat-up sedan smelling of stale pepperoni. It was on one of those long, hot summer shifts that I decided to play a stupid game. I was holding it at work, seeing how long I could last while chugging bottles of water between every order.

About four hours in, I was hitting a solid 7 out of 10 on the desperation scale. I was squirming on the vinyl bench in the shop, starting to grab myself whenever I thought no one was looking. That's when the next order came up. Of course. A massive order, six pizzas, going out to the ass-end of nowhere. A thirty-minute drive to a lake house down a bumpy dirt road.

Every single bump and jolt of that drive was a fresh torture. The sedan's suspension was shot, and each pothole sent a shockwave directly to my screaming bladder. I was holding myself with a death grip, my knuckles white on the steering wheel, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

I finally skidded to a stop in front of a rustic-looking lake house. I gathered the three heavy, steaming pizza bags, using them as a shield to press against my crotch. I walked up to the front door, my legs locked rigid, my body low-key panicking. I was dying to cross my legs or grab myself, but I was a professional. Sort of.

A guy answered the door, looking completely relaxed. "Come on in for a sec," he said. "It's cash, and I've gotta grab my wallet."

I stepped into their cool, pristine dining room, my heart hammering against my ribs. I was standing there, holding six pizzas, a ticking time bomb in my pants, terrified I was about to gush piss all over their nice hardwood floor. The pizza bags were a blessing, completely covering my crotch. I stood there, legs crossed so tightly I was surprised I didn't fall over, trying not to hyperventilate.

The guy came back and handed me a wad of cash. "It's all twenties," he said. "Can you break it?"

My mind went blank. I was trying to count the money, but my fingers were trembling and all my brainpower was dedicated to not pissing myself. That's when the first long spurt escaped. It was hot and sudden, flooding into my boxers and instantly creating a dark, wet spot right next to my hand. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from gasping. Luckily, the guy and his wife were turned away, looking for something, giving me a precious second to compose myself.

I managed to count out the change, my voice cracking as I gave him the total. He took it, then fished out a five and handed it to me as a tip. "Thanks, man. Appreciate it."

My face was burning with a humiliation so intense it felt like a physical sunburn. The dark spot was already spreading on my jeans, and I could feel the warmth of my own piss against my skin. I was starting to piss myself, right there in their nice, clean dining room. The thought was so horrifying, so electrifying, it made my head spin.

"Thanks!" I choked out, my voice tight and unnatural. I grabbed the three pizza bags, my movements jerky and clumsy. I turned and practically fled for the front door, my walk stiff and robotic.

The moment I stepped through their doorway and back into the humid outside air, it happened. The carefully constructed dam inside me burst. It wasn't just a leak anymore; it was a catastrophic failure. A loud, humiliating fart ripped out of me, completely involuntary, and at the exact same moment, my hold on myself shattered.

I started pissing myself in full, uncontrollable force.

I was speed-walking, almost running, back to my car, one hand still gripping the pizza bags while the other flew down to clamp around my cock through the soaked denim. It was useless. I could feel the hot, solid stream of piss flooding my pants, soaking my boxers, running down the inside of my legs, and pooling in my shoes. Each step I took squished uncomfortably, the wet sound obscene in the quiet evening air.

My hand was gripping myself so hard it hurt, a desperate, futile attempt to stem the flood that was now drenching me. I was a mess. A grown man, soaking himself in public, walking bow-legged to a beat-up car that smelled of pizza and now, unmistakably, of piss. I fumbled with the keys, my hands shaking so badly I could barely get the door open. I practically threw the pizza bags onto the passenger seat and collapsed into the driver's side, the soggy fabric of my jeans clinging to me as I finally, mercifully, sat in the privacy of my own car, a puddle already forming on the cheap seat cover.

I sat there for a long moment, the engine off, the pizza bags cooling on the seat next to me. The humiliation was a physical weight, pressing down on my chest. My jeans were soaked, cold and clammy against my skin, and the interior of my car was already starting to smell like a public restroom. There was no way in hell I could walk back into the pizza shop like this. No way I could face my boss, let alone my coworkers.

My hands were still shaking as I fumbled for my phone. I didn't dare call the store; my boss would just put me on speaker and everyone would hear. I scrolled through my contacts and found her personal cell number. My heart hammered against my ribs as I hit dial.

It rang three times before she answered, her voice sharp and annoyed. "Yeah? What?"

"Hey, it's me," I stammered, my voice cracking. I could hear background noise, like she was at a bar or a party.

"What do you want? I'm busy."

"I, uh, something's come up," I said, my voice tight with panic. "An emergency. A family thing. I have to go. I have to go right now."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. I could picture her, perfectly manicured nails tapping impatiently. "What kind of emergency? You sound like you're about to cry."

"It's bad," I lied, my voice trembling. "Really bad. I'm so sorry. I have to respond. I... I can't come back in. I just have to go."

Another long, suspicious pause. "Fine," she finally grumbled, her voice dripping with annoyance. "But you're not getting paid for the rest of your shift. And you're on call tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, thank you," I blurted out, and hung up before she could ask any more questions.

I threw the phone onto the dashboard and let my head fall back against the headrest. I'd done it. I'd escaped the immediate humiliation of walking back into the store. But now I was alone, in my car, miles from home, sitting in a pair of piss-soaked jeans, with nothing but the lingering smell of pepperoni and my own shame to keep me company.

[avery-noctem]

Im like way more a DL/diaper fetishist than I am an AB tbh. Most baby things don’t appeal to me, and I like the headspace I have existing in the age I currently am.

That said, diapers are just something that make my day more fun to me. This thing that limits my control, that could get me embarrassed, that adds some kinky risqué into my day just kinda does it for me, y’know?

Idk y’all, I just think diapers are real neat. 😌

[kcsholdingit]

hhhhhhgh im dying someone let me grind on their thigh olzplzplzplzpolz

[puplilypad]

Please! Open the door! I need to go…

Please…I have to poop… nnhhhgss~

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[kinkedbycalliope]

Drip 💧

[lanurserie37]

BabyDiaperGal 0013 Courtney

[daddycaregiver]

Pampers 😍

[prettypaddedprincess]

wet pink overnight pull-up anyone? have i mentioned how much i loveeee the northshore pull-ups?

[superior-mother]

Look it's not my fault that the universe made girls crying while dripping with their own blood and wearing fear piss soaked diapers the most adorable possible thing to ever exist... now do you want to be fucking cute or not?

[89vw4444-blog]

[youtrippin99]

Full gripping myself spurting couldn't stop if I tried

[pullup-baby]

well? my pullup doesn’t squish and pat itself 😓 can you help please?

[emersynsdiaperjourney]

Whoops. Went from showing you my butt to pissing myself

[emersynsdiaperjourney]

A little wet

[solelydiapergirls]

SOUND UP 🔊🔊

[elektra-fide]

I have never felt like a “sexy” woman. I’m clumsy, my boobs are small, my curves are odd, and most of all, I feel like a little girl trying to pretend - I’ve just never felt super womanly, or like any kind of a vixen…

In my diapers, I generally feel “right” and honest as it matches & explains the ways I feel small in my heart & mind; physically, they fit me just right and accentuate all the right things. Most of all, I feel confident & happy in diapers… in a fun twist, it turns out, diapers make me feel incredibly sexy.

(Don’t tell the grown-ups I said this, but - I love my diapers and I’m never, ever, gonna stop wearing them. 🤭)