My diaper was soggy and was on the verge of leaking. It wasn’t the first and it surely wouldn’t be the last. The drive home up these winding mountain roads was always long. I was glad to have changed before I left the office; with the amount of liquids I had consumed all throughout the day I didn’t think I would have been able to make it back home without leaking. The sun had set long ago. I finally turned off the highway and onto the road that led back to the house, then sighed. I still had another ten minute drive ahead of me. There were no streetlights out here; not this far away from the city. I wanted to see just how much padding I had left so I squeezed my legs shut as much as I could. My diaper, thick as it was, didn’t let me get anywhere close. My husband, Aston, was my soul-mate and I his. Even after we got married, he seemed too good to be true until I found out his secret: he had a diaper fetish. I was a bit curious about it so I gave it a shot. Once I started showing him I ...
Brooke I woke up in a puddle. It wasn’t the first nor would it be the last. Those damn flowers were shockingly effective; the vase full of them on my nightstand sure solidified my need for my diapers. My incontinence had started off as a tingly feeling down there before even that went away, replaced by me feeling nothing whatsoever. Yesterday, I sat on the toilet for a little while after Jenna had gone to sleep. I had tried to hold it as hard as I could but I was unable to even slow the flow as my urine trickled into the toilet. It was almost as if I had forgotten how to use my muscles down there. I reached down and felt around my hips. More wetness. It was quite obvious that I leaked. After just a week and some change, I couldn’t imagine going to bed without a diaper on. There was something just so intimate about giving your bladder control to something so soft and comforting. I couldn’t place my finger on why it felt so tantalizing and exciting. Even if I was able to regain my ...