So… I was feeling a little frisky and daring the other day. It was super hot
out, so I had dressed myself up in my favorite skirt, one that exposes my
diaper if I bend over half-way, and a soft tank top. It was at least 95 degrees
outside, and I had been outside pretty much all day, and I needed to cool off,
and fast. I went back inside my place, filled up my enema bag with cold water,
dumped a ton of ice cubes inside, then waited for it to get super cold. More after the break!
I lubed up the end of the enema hose, pulled my diaper down, slid the end of the hose inside my bum, then squatted down to let the enema work its way into me. The feeling of cold water gushing inside made me feel more than a little horny, so I stuck a wireless vibrator down the front of my diaper, which thankfully wasn’t that wet (yet), and toyed with myself, pushing it back and forth between my petals until the enema bag was totally empty. I didn’t let myself cum; I wanted to wait until I got back from the grocery store with my diaper completely soaked.
I pulled out the hose, pulled my diaper back up, and retaped it so that it was nice and snug. I tucked my tank top into my skirt, found my flip flops, and drove to the grocery store down the street. There were tons of people there, but thankfully, my skirt covered my already-wet diaper pretty well! It was hard to clench down and walk at the same time, especially when I had just felt the front of my diaper grow warm and thicken a good bit. Knowing I just wet myself without having the feeling of needing to go always gives me such a rush!
I grabbed a shopping cart and made my way inside the store, walking up and down each aisle until I found the things I needed for the next few days. I nearly ran into someone else’s cart when I was turning the corner to go into the next aisle, and my concentration on holding my inevitable mess slipped a little bit as I apologized for almost running into the woman in front of me. I felt a little bit of cold water gush out of my butt, making me reflexively clench down again. My stomach protested, as it was full and needed to clear itself. I did my best to ignore the soft pain for as long as I could, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer; there was no way I was going to make it back to the car before I exploded.
I spotted an item I needed on the lowest shelf a minute or so later, and as I squatted down to grab it, my body acted on instinct and released, ignoring my need to keep it all in. A mixture of poop and cold water poured out of me; there was simply no stopping it. I stood back up as I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment, I’m sure that I was the only adult who had just messed themselves in the store. I made sure that nobody was around, then I checked myself and confirmed my fears: I had drenched the back of my diaper so bad that the front of my diaper was starting to feel cold. My flower petals were starting to get cold too, but I knew I’d wet soon and make them warm again.
My bowels screamed at me to let go as I neared the self check-out line, and I couldn’t fight it anymore. I struggled to hold it in, but the pressure was just too much for me to handle, so I gave in to my body’s needs and unclenched as I started scanning my items.
I had never felt more embarrassed, little, and helpless in my life as I messed myself uncontrollably in public, especially with so many people around. To me, it sounded like a waterfall was gushing out of me, but you know how our minds play tricks on us when it comes to our fears. I just bit the bullet, paid for my items, and waddled out of the store with my diaper squishing between my legs. I loaded my bags into the trunk of my car, and since I had a little bit of privacy, I rubbed the back of my diaper and noticed that it was hanging below my skirt; just by a little bit. I was certain that if anyone had looked at my butt from behind that they would have seen my diaper, and I wasn’t wearing an all-white medical-looking diaper; no, I was wearing my last Tykables Overnight diaper.
When I sat down in my car, I felt my mess spread out, and after a quick check, I confirmed that it hadn’t leaked out or made a mess on my skirt. I rushed back home, and as I walked back to my place, I felt something tickle my inner thighs. I stopped and pulled my skirt up a little bit, and saw that I was leaking! I rushed back into my place, threw my bags on the counter, grabbed my favorite dildo (bad dragon makes some amazing dildos!) and vibrator, then fucked myself silly until I squirted into my already-soaked diaper. I lay spent on my bathroom floor, a puddle of piss and cum leaking out of my diaper and onto the floor, unable to catch my breath.
I lubed up the end of the enema hose, pulled my diaper down, slid the end of the hose inside my bum, then squatted down to let the enema work its way into me. The feeling of cold water gushing inside made me feel more than a little horny, so I stuck a wireless vibrator down the front of my diaper, which thankfully wasn’t that wet (yet), and toyed with myself, pushing it back and forth between my petals until the enema bag was totally empty. I didn’t let myself cum; I wanted to wait until I got back from the grocery store with my diaper completely soaked.
I pulled out the hose, pulled my diaper back up, and retaped it so that it was nice and snug. I tucked my tank top into my skirt, found my flip flops, and drove to the grocery store down the street. There were tons of people there, but thankfully, my skirt covered my already-wet diaper pretty well! It was hard to clench down and walk at the same time, especially when I had just felt the front of my diaper grow warm and thicken a good bit. Knowing I just wet myself without having the feeling of needing to go always gives me such a rush!
I grabbed a shopping cart and made my way inside the store, walking up and down each aisle until I found the things I needed for the next few days. I nearly ran into someone else’s cart when I was turning the corner to go into the next aisle, and my concentration on holding my inevitable mess slipped a little bit as I apologized for almost running into the woman in front of me. I felt a little bit of cold water gush out of my butt, making me reflexively clench down again. My stomach protested, as it was full and needed to clear itself. I did my best to ignore the soft pain for as long as I could, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer; there was no way I was going to make it back to the car before I exploded.
I spotted an item I needed on the lowest shelf a minute or so later, and as I squatted down to grab it, my body acted on instinct and released, ignoring my need to keep it all in. A mixture of poop and cold water poured out of me; there was simply no stopping it. I stood back up as I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment, I’m sure that I was the only adult who had just messed themselves in the store. I made sure that nobody was around, then I checked myself and confirmed my fears: I had drenched the back of my diaper so bad that the front of my diaper was starting to feel cold. My flower petals were starting to get cold too, but I knew I’d wet soon and make them warm again.
My bowels screamed at me to let go as I neared the self check-out line, and I couldn’t fight it anymore. I struggled to hold it in, but the pressure was just too much for me to handle, so I gave in to my body’s needs and unclenched as I started scanning my items.
I had never felt more embarrassed, little, and helpless in my life as I messed myself uncontrollably in public, especially with so many people around. To me, it sounded like a waterfall was gushing out of me, but you know how our minds play tricks on us when it comes to our fears. I just bit the bullet, paid for my items, and waddled out of the store with my diaper squishing between my legs. I loaded my bags into the trunk of my car, and since I had a little bit of privacy, I rubbed the back of my diaper and noticed that it was hanging below my skirt; just by a little bit. I was certain that if anyone had looked at my butt from behind that they would have seen my diaper, and I wasn’t wearing an all-white medical-looking diaper; no, I was wearing my last Tykables Overnight diaper.
When I sat down in my car, I felt my mess spread out, and after a quick check, I confirmed that it hadn’t leaked out or made a mess on my skirt. I rushed back home, and as I walked back to my place, I felt something tickle my inner thighs. I stopped and pulled my skirt up a little bit, and saw that I was leaking! I rushed back into my place, threw my bags on the counter, grabbed my favorite dildo (bad dragon makes some amazing dildos!) and vibrator, then fucked myself silly until I squirted into my already-soaked diaper. I lay spent on my bathroom floor, a puddle of piss and cum leaking out of my diaper and onto the floor, unable to catch my breath.
Clean up wasn’t that fun, but at least I
was able to look forward to a nice, comforting, and clean diaper!
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