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Thanksgiving at his Family's House

"Sorry, sweetie! Brandon didn't tell us he was bringing a guest! This is the only chair we have left! I'm just so happy that you're such a tiny little thing, that you fit!" Your boyfriend's mom told you as she slid the tray of the high chair in place.

At least you got to sit next to Brandon, you thought to yourself as you looked at the crowded room filled with the unfamiliar faces of your boyfriend's relatives.

It would have been nice if Brandon could have warned his family he was bringing you. It would have been nice if he would have had the time of dinner right. Maybe if you had been on time or his mom was forewarned, you wouldn't be dressed in your holiday best, locked in a high chair, waiting for Brandon to make you a plate like a toddler.

But, you weren't going to make a fuss and risk a bad impression the first time meeting his family. And you were glad you didn't.

As dinner went on, you found yourself happily chatting with all of Brandon's family members. They were all so kind and interesting that you totally forgot your childish seating arrangement.

As you chatted away with Brandon's sister, a 27-year-old woman just a few years your senior, you didn't even mind when he left, saying he was going to play football in the backyard.

At least, you didn't mind until all of the delicious food you had been eating started to make its way through your body.

"Hey, do you think you could let me out so I can help clean up?" You asked your boyfriend's sister timidly as you started to notice mother nature running it's course through your bladder and bowels.

"Of course not, sweetie! You're our guest! Make yourself comfortable! No cleaning for you," she said as she cleared your plate and utensils off the tray of your highchair.

You turned to Brandon's mother, hoping for help from her as a cramp rocked your body.

"Um, ma'am, could you let me out? I'd like to keep getting to know you all and don't want to be stuck at the table," you asked politely.

Your boyfriend's mother grinned.

"Oh, sweetie! You don't have to get out of your seat for that! I'll just roll you into the kitchen so you can talk with us while we clean!"

You blushed as the larger woman easily tipped the high chair back on its small wheels and rolled you into the kitchen.

You gripped your stomach and squeezed your thighs together as best you could as his mother and sister spoke with you while doing dishes.

However, after a little time, the sound of running water in the sink and the pressure of the large dinner you ate became too much. With zero fanfare, your bladder and bowels released at once, destroying your panties and cute holiday skirt.

Tears immediately pooled in your eyes at the humiliation of what had just happened. You were trying to plan a way out of the situation when Brandon's sister turned from the sink, and her gaze fell on you.

"What's wrong?" She asked just as the smell hit her. "Oh! Oh, no! Why didn't you tell us you needed to?" She asked rhetorically, letting the last words of her question drop off.

Tears began to roll down your cheeks in earnest.

The slightly older woman leaped into action immediately at your obvious distress. She whispered in her mom's ear then rescued you from your plastic prison. She easily lifted you onto her hip like an infant, embarrassingly smushing the mess in your panties into you, and carried you to an upstairs bedroom, decorated for a young girl.

"Don't worry, sweetie, we'll get you all fixed up and know one will be the wiser!"

Your boyfriend's sister expertly stripped you of your clothes and produced another holiday outfit, this time a red dress that looked a little big for you. She also pulled a large, white diaper out of a dresser.

You were too embarrassed to protest or ask questions as she had you lay on the bed and diapered you. You then meekly raised your arms as she pulled the dress over your head.

You spun for her at her command. She clapped her hands together, satisfied.

"Perfect! And no one else has to know! If anyone asks, I just thought you would look amazing in this cute little dress I used to wear to Thanksgiving in middle school, and you agreed to change!"

You nodded your head obediently, ready to agree to any story other than the truth.

"And, if you have any other little, um, accidents," your boyfriend's sister said conspiratorially, "just let me know, and your new big sister will be more than happy to take care of you again."

You blushed, but nodded your head in affirmation meekly, not ready to piss off the woman who just helped you after watching you mess yourself in a highchair.

She led you back into the rest of the house, where the rest of the family was now gathered together watching football. Brandon's mom gave you an empathetic look as you carefully walked over to your boyfriend and sat next to him.

"Hey, baby," he said, making your face turn as red as your dress, "Cute outfit! My sis is letting you borrow her clothes? I told you that she'd love you!"

You just snuggled into him and made a non-committal noise.

The rest of the night went blessedly smoothly. Everyone socialized amiably, updating each other on the happenings in their lives before it was time to leave. You were only reminded of the events earlier in the day twice, when Brandon's sister asked if you needed any more 'help.'

As you left for the night, his sister made sure to give you the last hug. She let her hand drift down your back and onto your padded rear-end, squeezing it before announcing to the rest of the family, "I've always wanted a baby sister, and I'm so happy my little brother has seemed to find me the perfect one! I can't wait to see you at Christmas!"

The rest of the family cheered in agreement as you walked out the door to the car, your boyfriend beaming at how much everyone loved you. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel like you were going to learn to dread holidays with his family as you let a little trickle of urine into the diaper wrapped between your legs.

"The Christmas Debacle."

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You make me wear my tiniest of skirts at home. "It makes it easier for daddy to check your diaper sweetie" you talk so sweetly at me as you put a pacifier in my mouth.

And they do! My diapers are in full view. The windows are wide open and you make me wave at passerbys. They politely wave back even though they can see my wet, sagging diaper.

You make me twirl around in my diaper and say how swooshy my skirt is. Diaper checks happen frequently, and suspiciously whenever there's someone at the door. If the door was cracked a bit more then they'd see me lying there in my bright pink diapers with my big pacifier in a skirt that would've belonged to an infant.

I would blush and cry and throw tantrums( you just add them to my bad girl chart. Each bad girl point adds to a spank) but it can't change anything. Babies aren't in charge, daddies are. That's why I'm in a diaper and you decide how i live

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The Accident

“Ok,” Reid said, slowly pushing the door behind him, cutting off the noise and bustle of the party. “What’s going on, Cam? Something up?”

Camille fiddled with the hem of her skirt. “Yeah, kind of. You brought your bag, right?”

Reid’s face fell with a combination of disappointment and pity. “Oh, sweetheart. What happened?”

“I-Uh.” Camille took a deep breath. “I was talking to Michelle and I didn’t realize, and I just…I had an accident.”

“It’s ok, Cam. Your pullup probably caught most of it, right?”

Camille didn’t respond.

“Oh no. You didn’t take it off before we left, did you?”

Camille just looked at her feet. 

 “Alright, let’s see the damage.”

Reid lifted up the front of her skirt, revealing a thoroughly ruined pair of panties, along with her sheer leggings that valiantly soaked up most of the accident. He sighed in disappointment. “We talked about this, Cam. At least your skirt didn’t get any on it. But seriously, I told you that you needed to wear them.”

“It’s not like I’m sitting here thinking about what a genius idea it was!” She snapped. “I don’t even need them, this is just a stupid fluke.”

“Cam, my darling, you do nee-”

“Would you cut the stupid nicknames and not treat me like a fucking baby for five seconds, please?! I don’t need the stupid fawning, just fucking clean me up!”

He looked up from her legs with a significantly less sympathetic expression on his face. Camille knew she fucked up. “I mean, uh, I-”

“I’m treating you like a baby,” he cut her off, “Because you’re acting like one. And babies get a lot of slack when they pull stunts like this because they don’t know better. Right?” 

“Mmmm.” She responded, eloquently.

“But adults do know better. If I was treating you like an adult, I would ask you what the hell you were thinking, and then I’d walk out and let you clean up your own mess. Does that sound preferable?”

She looked off to the side, unable to look him in the eyes. 

“Camille. Does it?”

“.....It doesn’t.” She mumbled, realizing the audible sulk in her voice was really not helping her case. 

“Do you want me to treat you like an adult, or like a baby?”

She pouted, and thought for a second. “What I want is to be out of these stupid leggings”

“Camille.”

“Fine!” Camille turned her head away to hide how red her face was getting. “I want to be treated like…” Her voice trailed off to barely a whisper. “Like a baby.”

“Hm?” He asked. “I don’t think I heard that.”

Her face was completely on fire. Maybe she could just stay quiet a little longer and a meteor would fall out of the sky and crush both of them to death. “Iwanttobetreatedlikeababyplease.” She blurted out as quickly as possible.

“Good. That wasn’t that hard, was it? Now, can you ask politely for what you want me to do?”

“Yes.” She spat between grit teeth. “Can you…please…change me out of these leggings?”

Reid grinned. “Of course I can!” He slid out the bath mat for her to lie down on. She awkwardly bent down, lying on her back so he could clean her up. Her thumb drifted unconsciously towards her mouth as she lay down, Reid pulling out wipes from his bag to clean her up with. She tried to keep her mind off of how similar this was to getting changed into her diaper for bedtime every night. Wait, no. Not HER diaper. Just a diaper. And speaking of diapers, that crinkling sound is strangely familiar…

She suddenly crashed back to earth as she felt Reid lift her butt up, sliding an unfolded diaper underneath it. She jolted back as if it had burned her. “Reid, what the hell?! I am not wearing one of those out there! Give me a pullup!”

“Yeah, about that…” Reid shrugged sheepishly. “I figured the only reason you’d soak through your pullup is if you were too blacked out to be trusted in one anyways. So all I brought was diapers. You’d been doing so well with the potty-”

“The toilet!” She hissed.”And I am not wearing that!”

Another shrug. “If I were you, I would’ve thought of that before I took my pullup off. Either you have a diaper on, or you get to walk around bare-assed under your skirt and piss on the floor.”

“Ok, ok, I get it. Fuck. Just put it on.” She settled her butt onto the seat, and Reid dutifully pulled the tapes into place, fastening them together. “All done!” He chirped at her. “I’m sorry if I snapped at you a little, duckie.” Another cutesy nickname. Barf. “I know how stressful this has been for you.”

Camille sighed. “No, I…I was being a bitch.” She stared off to the side, arms crossed. “I guess I’m sorry too.” Her brief pouting session was interrupted when Reid suddenly scooped his arms underneath her, yanking her into a bear hug. “Aww, Cammie!” He ran a palm across the back of her head, stroking her hair briefly. “That was almost an apology! I’m so proud!”

She wrapped her arms around his midsection, squirming a little bit forward in his lap. This was nice. “Yeah, don’t get used to it.”

“I’ve learned to take what I can get.” He joked. “Want to go back out?”

She snuggled up a little closer to him. “I guess. But, uh….if you want, I guess we could do this a little longer. Maybe.” 

“Yeah, that’s fine too.” 

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errands.

these jeans though! they are *not* discreet! i didn’t even know, i just randomly took a video and when i saw this i had to investigate more (the mirror shot). dangit, i wear these a lot. 🙈 🤭

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I keep having this fantasy about being slowly gaslit into regression, being lied and tricked and by the time you realize what’s going on it’s already way too late for you to back out, heavily inspired by @crinklemommy’s captions

It starts with you accidentally starting to wet the bed. It’s not every night, it seems like a freak accident at first. But after the 3rd time in a month, your partner takes you to the doctor because she’s worried about you. The doctor examines you, runs some tests, and prescribed you some medication that should be able to help with this issue. On the way home, as you stop into the pharmacy to pick up your prescription, your partner also grabs a pack of overnight protection briefs. Just in case. Just until your new medication starts working. It’s not a shameful thing she’s not mad at you, it’s just the sanitary thing to do considering your condition. So you agree to wear them, you start taking your new pills, but it never stops. It starts getting worse, too slow to notice at first, but after a few months you’re wetting yourself more nights than you aren’t.

The breaking point comes when you have a daytime accident. You’re driving home from work, and your pants suddenly feel warm and wet, the stench of piss filling your nostrils, it’s almost too much to handle. You’re overwhelmed. You finally get home and walk inside, crying from the shame as your partner rushes to your side, trying to see what’s wrong. As soon as she sees you she realizes what happened. She guides you to the shower, re-assuring you as she helps strip you from the soiled clothes, running to grab fresh ones for you as you clean yourself and contemplate what’s going on. You hear her on the phone scheduling another appointment for you as she places the set of clean clothes by the sink for you to change into after your shower. When you’re finally done, you step out and notice a pair of your padded briefs on top of your clothes, no underwear. It makes sense, but it’s still not easy to accept you’re going to need wear these during the day as well. You’re worried. The medicine isn’t helping, you’re not sure why this is happening to you. But your partner is there to re-assure you, to get you the help you need. You two will figure this out together.

You arrive at the doctors 2 weeks later (it was the first appointment they had open) with soaked padding hidden underneath your pants. The daytime accidents had become more and more common in those agonizingly long weeks waiting for this appointment, but you’re here now, your partner is here with you holding your hand, rubbing your thumb with hers to reassure you as you sit together in the waiting room. Finally your name is called, and you have another visit with this specialist your partner found. He’s very sympathetic, he explains that this, while uncommon, is something he’s seen before. He prescribes you another course of treatment to go along with the first. It has a pretty lengthy list of side effects, but he’s confident it will work. He writes you a prescription for the new medication, re-ups your prescription for the first treatment too. It’s a lot to take in, but the finish line is in sight.

Your first week on the new medication is ROUGH. You knew there were side effects, but you weren’t expecting this. You’re incredibly tired. It’s not uncommon for you to take multiple naps throughout the day. This paired with brain fog (another side effect) makes working incredibly difficult. Your performance is slipping because you just can’t really focus on anything anymore. Those, combined with how the medication makes you grind your teeth until your jaw is sore, you just don’t know how you’d get through this without your loving partner by your side. She holds you as you cry at night, comforting you, reminding you that this isn’t your fault. It’s not a moral failing it’s a medical condition. It’s not going to be forever. You just need to wait for the medicine to take its effect, and you’ll be good to go. “It’s like Chemotherapy,” she says. “The side effects suck, but it’s better than the alternative, right?” And of course, you know she’s right. It’s just hard to keep everything in perspective.

She was by your side with solutions to every problem. Concerned by how much you were grinding your teeth, she looked for some solutions online before you wore yours down to nubs. The pacifier had been a hard sell, but she reminded you it was just like your protective briefs. It’s just what we need to do because if your condition. So every night you strapped the pacifier around your head so you couldn’t spit it out in your sleep, and you kept it on hand during the day for if the grinding got to bad. When the fatigue and confusion and lack of focus got so bad you couldn’t work anymore, she helped you get some extended sick leave from work, so you knew you’d have a job to get back when you got better. When new side effects started appearing, like your loss of fine motor control and muscle atrophy, she was more than happy to help. She would help you cut up your meals into more manageable pieces, since you had trouble working your fork and knife. She got you bottles with lids to help with how much you were accidentally dropping heavy glasses. When you started having trouble with the stairs, unable to make it up to your shared bedroom on the second floor, she helped get you set up in the guest bedroom downstairs. It was a childish room, but at least you weren’t risking those stairs multiple times a day anymore. She looked after your every need. She picked up your prescriptions on time every months, made sure you never ran out of your protection, drove you to your now weekly doctors appointments monitoring your progress, the side effects, and your continued deterioration. She took care of you, and you could never thank her enough.

When you got too weak to change out of your wet protection yourself, she helped with that too. She started buying a new brand of protective undergarments, ones that your doctor had highly recommended, with tapes. She set up a nice little table for changes in your room, and your little changes quickly became your favorite part of the day. It’s not that you enjoyed having someone change you out of your wet diapers, (and let’s face it, that’s what they are) but it was just so….. intimate. Her opening up the tapes, wiping you clean, making sure to massage the lotion into every little crevice, applying the scented powder, it was a lot more fun than you cared to admit. She made sure to give you all the attention and care you needed, making sure you didn’t feel embarrassed about this change in circumstances. After all, as she kept reminding you, it’s only temporary. Only until you get better.

As the months turned into years, the changes in your life kept piling up. When doctor switched you to an all liquid diet, your partner made sure to lovingly prepare your meal replacement shakes, even holding the bottle for you on nights when you were too weak to hold it in your own. After finding you face down on the floor one morning, having fallen out of bed and unable to get yourself back up, she replaced that guest room bed, your bed, with one that had raised walls so you weren’t at risk of falling again. When your various medications started impacting your emotions, making you cry at the drop of a hat, or get frustrated at the smallest things, she was always there to comfort you. On Valentine’s Day, after you had expressed how much you missed cuddling her at night, she got you a big stuffed bear sprayed with her favorite perfume so it was like you were holding her in your arms again. She bought you new clothes that snapped at the crotch to make changes easier, she exercised your limbs, made sure to get you out if your bed so you weren’t at risk of getting bed sores, she took care of your every need and want.

You didn’t notice her calling you “Baby” with increasingly more frequency, it had always been one of her favorite pet names. You didn’t notice her beginning to talk to you in more and more childish ways as time went on, fussing over this and that. You didn’t notice the knowing looks her and the doctor exchanged from time to time. Why would you? It’s not like she had anything to hide from you. She clearly loved you. Look at everything she was doing for you. You eventually stopped noticing the years ticking by, your condition never getting better. You forgot that was even an option, after all, you had been settled into this routine for so long now, you barely remembered what life used to be like. You hardly even questioned it when she started occasionally breastfeeding you. At that point you were so starved for that sort of intimacy you were just glad she found a way you two could still have fun like that in your weakened state. (Sex had been a physical impossibility for some time now. You could barely stand, let alone do anything like that)

By the time you did realize, it didn’t even matter. You tried to confront her, but she just laughed. After all, what could you even do about it? Who could you tell? How would you be able to survive without her? It’s not like you could go back to being a normal person after this, she had made sure of that. Even if you got away, would anyone be able to love you like this? Be able to dedicate their life to taking care of you? You were comfortable here. You had your every need taken care of. It was easier to just give in, like you had so many times before.

After all, Mama would never let anything bad happen to her baby.

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Little panda girl in the room 🐼

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Yes, Daddy... I love my diapers! They make me feel so safe and comfortable. I like the way they feel against my skin, all soft and cushy. And I love the way you take care of me when I'm wearing them, changing me and wiping me clean. It makes me feel like such a little baby girl. *giggle* Sometimes I even like to make messes in them, just so you'll have to change me and give me extra attention. Hehe, sorry Daddy!

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“Hey, hey. What’s going on? You need a change?” She lifted him up and adjusted him on her hip. “Okay, let’s go get you changed.”

He was holding onto her with one arm but the other was behind her shoulder. When she glanced at him he had his thumb in his mouth. “Aw, do you need to suck your thumb right now? You know that’s not really good for you, right, baby? But it’s okay, we’ll get you a pacifier when we get to the changing table, okay, honey?”

He let his hand drop out of his mouth and wrapped both arms around her shoulders, looking away from her.

“Aw, are you embarrassed?” They were in the doorway of the special room, now, the room where they kept his changing table and supplies, along with old cardboard boxes and whatever junk that didn’t have a place in the rest of the house. “Here you go,” she said. “You’re going to go down now, okay? Oof, you’re so heavy.” She let him down gently on his back. As soon as his hands were free they were covering his face.

“Are you embarrassed that you went pee?” she asked, undoing his fly. He shook his head. “Orrr are you embarrassed that I caught you sucking your thumb?”

He didn’t nod or saying anything, but he didn’t shake his head, either. She was easing down his shorts.

“It’s okay, honey. I know you like stuff like that. I mean, why else would I be changing you right now, huh?” She lifted his hips and slid his shorts all the way off. “I mean, I’d do it anyway if you needed me to.” She pressed the front of his diaper. “You really soaked yourself this time, huh?”

He wriggled on the changing mat and she leaned down to kiss his forehead. The little part that wasn’t covered by his hands, that is. She turned around to get him a new diaper from the shelf next to the door, and when she turned back his thumb was in his mouth again. “Okay, honeypie, I’m getting you a pacifier. Hold tight.” He shook his head. “No, baby, you don’t get to suck on your thumb right now, okay? Here you go.” She held his jaw as she slipped the pacifier into his mouth. “Was that so hard?” He squirmed again.

“How come you’re so squirmy today?” she laughed, untaping his diaper. “Ohh, I see…somebody’s turned on.” She turned away to get his wipes and lotion. She hummed as she wiped him down, cleaning his penis as if it was just incidental, even when he whined and squirmed, trying to get some friction against her hand.

“Shhh,” she said. “Quiet. Imagine if the neighbors could hear you…” Now she was pulling his hips up again and sliding the new diaper under him. “This is going to feel so nice and fresh,” she told him, gently pushing his hips down. Even the slightest pressure from her warm, steady hands was driving him crazy. It felt like something crawling under his skin. Like butterflies everywhere she touched.

“Mm,” he whined, rubbing his hand over the pacifier.

“Shh, shh, honey,” she said, taping him up. “We’ll be done in just a second. Let me just make sure you didn’t leak on your shorts.” She turned them over in her hands, checking thoroughly. “Oh, good job. These are totally clean. Good thing you had a diaper on, huh?”

She ignored the bulge in his new diaper as she pulled the shorts back on and zipped him up, patting the side of his hip. “All clean. I’ll carry you back out to the living room and we’ll get our shoes and coats on and go for a drive, okay?”

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Daddy, will you help put my shirt down? Everyone can see my diaper!

Pretty Pease? ♡🥺

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Excerpt of a new chapter, reblog if you want part two. Photo and story by me

"Miss Joyce?" I whine as I tugged on the loop of her jeans. "I really have to go to the bathroom, please." I wasn't quite there yet but I knew it was coming. I had done it before on two occasions, and it was an act I was hoping to avoid becoming familiar with. She opened her mouth to speak, but I was so desperate to change her mind before she had said anything. "Please Miss Joyce!"

"Eleanor." I could already tell that she was going to say no. Nothing she ever said in this patronizing slow tone was ever something in my favor. "We've talked about this. You've been having a lot of accidents near the potty, and it's easier on mommy to just change your diapers than it is to wipe down the floors, wash your socks and shoes and whatever else you piddled on."

"B-" I didn't even get to say one word before she percussed "Ah-ah-ah. Mommy is still talking sweetie. I know you think that you're ready, but I have given you every opportunity to show me that you can use the potty like a big girl, and I have not seen that you're ready for that responsibility yet. Okay?"

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Perhaps I need a change 👀

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Today is green day in Japan, and it’s a national holiday.

Perfect for a picnic at the park <3 She was wearing pullups today because she’s a big girl.

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Make me beg for a pull-up.

Maybe it's the only way you can trust me not to touch myself, like you're putting me in a padded chastity device.

Maybe it's the only way you'll let me touch myself.

Maybe it's the only way you'll let me cum. It'd just get too messy otherwise, you're so leaky, baby, you'd say.

And I don't want to wear it, of course, but I get increasingly desperate as you tease me. Your hands on my thighs, lightly tracing shapes with your long fingers. Your lips brushing my ear, talking lowly and sweetly and condescendingly and relentlessly until finally. Finally. I'm begging you.

"Agh yes, please, fine, yes."

Not even close, you'd say.

"Please, Daddy."

A marked improvement, but be more specific, baby.

"Fuck, please, Daddy put me in a pull-up."

Aw, babygirl, that's better! Why?

"I wanna be good for you."

Is that so?

"I wanna be your good girl so bad, pleeeeeeease, PLEASE Daddy let me wear a pull-up for you."

Such a good job, honeybun, let's get you padded up.

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Taken over Daddy's bed... brought supplies, will defend 🏰🤭

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Padded in public

(Day in the life)

Today I wet myself in public for the first time. Well, kind of. You can tell me if it counts.

I wore a pretty purple pull-up under my outfit while running errands, just in case. It felt good! Didn’t even crinkle too much. I felt like such a big girl for being brave and wearing protection during the daytime. 

I went to the post office to mail a package and talked to the nice person behind the counter, all the while thinking about the soft padding under my jeans. 

Next, I went on a solo adventure to a thrift store, where I spent a good while squatting on the ground flipping through old postcards. I hoped my pull-up wasn’t peeking out, but the pictures were so fun to explore, I didn't worry too much about it.

I found a weird little book while I was there and went to a coffee shop around the corner to read it. Sitting down on the stool was a little blushy because I felt my padding push against me the whole time. As I sipped my warm drink, I knew it was only a matter of time before I got squirmy and had to go. 

On my way home, I felt a twinge in my bladder and whimpered. It got more urgent as I drove, and when I finally pulled into my parking garage, my hips twitched and I let go into my pull-up. I knew I was protected, but I didn't really mean to go! It felt so tingly and warm and blushy as the padding swelled. 

After I parked, I wet some more, and then I was a little scared to get out of the car. What if someone could see? I had kinda let it happen, but regardless, I’d had an accident and wet myself. I didn’t think I’d leaked, but I wasn’t totally sure…

I was comforted by the realization that once I got home, I could take a nice nap, so I got out of my car and walked (a little tentatively) home. My jeans kept the wet padding pressed against me as an inescapable reminder of my dwindling control.

Back at my room, I took off my big girl clothes and climbed into bed. I drifted off into babyish dreams as I sucked on my pacifier, feeling protected by the snug, still-warm pull-up around my hips. 

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Guess who I’m visiting?! @lolaandthens0me! We got to decorate her beautiful tree! 🌲 💖 I’m completely in the Christmas spirit now :) I don’t usually get to hang around diaper-out to the world, so this was really special. So many more pictures come, so stay tuned!