Hello

fit check and pullie check! i stayed dry allllll night ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ

Dear Diary,He called me this afternoon. His voice was so deep and calm on the phone. “Hey Lily, I can’t stop thinking about you. Want to go out tonight? Dinner and a movie?” I squeaked out a “Yes!” so fast I sounded like a total dork, but I didn’t care. I was glowing.I wanted to look irresistible. I wore a tight black dress that hugged my body, short enough that it barely covered the top of my thighs, with tiny straps and a low neckline. No bra. I felt so sexy and grown-up… until I remembered what a big baby I actually am.The movie was great. We sat in the back row and he kept his hand on my thigh the whole time. I drank a huge soda like an idiot. By the time we got back in his car I was squirming, but I was too shy to say anything. We were driving when it hit me hard.I gasped, crossed my legs, but it was too late.“Fuck…” I whimpered as hot pee burst out of me into my panties. It flooded down my thighs, soaking the back of my tight dress and puddling on his leather seat. I started crying immediately, big tears rolling down my cheeks. “I’m so sorry… I’m such a baby… I couldn’t hold it…”He didn’t get mad. He just looked over at me with this intense expression, pulled over, and said quietly, “You wet yourself, didn’t you, little girl?”I nodded, sobbing. He reached over and slid his hand up my soaked thigh, feeling the mess I made. Then he drove straight to his apartment instead of taking me home.As soon as we were inside he pulled me over his lap on the couch. My dress was hiked up and he spanked my wet bottom hard, over and over. I was kicking and crying like a toddler, but I was also dripping wet in a completely different way. Every smack made me throb.“You’re a naughty little bedwetter, aren’t you?” he growled between spanks.“Yes… I’m a bedwetter… I’m sorry…” I sobbed.When my bottom was stinging and bright red he stood me up, stripped my soaked dress off, and laid me on his bed. He took out a thick pair of pink pull-ups (he already had them?) and slid them up my legs. The padding was so soft and crinkly. He taped them snug around me while I whimpered with embarrassment and need.Then his hand slipped inside the front of the pull-up. His fingers found my soaked, swollen pussy and started fingering me slowly. I was still crying softly, but my hips were bucking against his hand. He rubbed my clit and pushed two fingers deep inside me while whispering how cute I looked in my pull-up after wetting myself like a baby.I came so hard I saw stars, soaking the pull-up even more.Afterwards he held me, kissed my forehead, and drove me home. I’m lying in my own bed now still wearing the pull-up he put me in. It’s warm and heavy between my legs. My bottom is sore from the spanking, my eyes are puffy from crying, and I’ve never felt more embarrassed… or more wanted.I think I’m falling for him. Even though (or maybe because) he knows what a pathetic little bedwetter I am.— Lily

It’s only been a few days since my last entry and I barely recognize myself anymore.Alex spent the night last night. I didn’t even try to wear big-girl panties. The second he walked through the door I was already in a thick nighttime diaper under my oversized t-shirt. He smiled when he felt the padding when he hugged me.“Good girl,” he whispered, and I melted.We didn’t even make it to the bedroom at first. He sat on the couch and pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. I was already squirming because I’d been holding my pee for a while on purpose. He noticed and rubbed my padded front.“Go ahead, baby. Use your diaper like a good little girl.”I buried my face in his neck, whimpered, and let go. A long, warm, hissing flood filled the diaper as I sat right on his lap. I could feel it swelling up thick and heavy between us. When I finished I was panting and grinding against the soggy padding. He kissed me deeply while his hand slipped inside the leg cuff of the diaper and fingered me until I came hard, soaking the already drenched diaper even more.Later he changed me on my bed like it was the most normal thing in the world. He took his time — wiping me clean, lotion, lots of powder, then taping me into an even thicker diaper. I sucked on the pacifier he gave me the whole time and didn’t even feel embarrassed anymore. I felt small. Safe. Horny.This morning I woke up soaked again. Instead of changing myself right away I crawled over to Alex (still in my heavy, sagging diaper) and nuzzled against him until he woke up. He changed me while I was still half-asleep, then fed me a bottle of warm milk he prepared. I drank it while he rubbed my back.I didn’t put real clothes on until almost noon. I spent the whole morning in just a t-shirt and my fresh diaper, watching cartoons and coloring while Alex worked on his laptop. Every time I needed to pee I just did it. No asking. No rushing. Just that lovely warm rush into the padding. I’m starting to crave that feeling.I think I’m getting dependent. Like, actually dependent.The idea of going out without a diaper now makes me anxious. What if I have an accident? What if I’m not ready in time? Diapers feel like my new normal. Alex says he likes me better this way — softer, smaller, more honest.I caught myself today standing in front of the mirror in just my diaper, turning side to side, poking at how puffy my butt looks. I smiled. Then I got on all fours on my bed, pushed my padded bottom out, and rubbed myself until I came again, whispering “I’m just a baby… I need my diapers…”I don’t know how far this is going to go, but I don’t want to stop. I want to regress more. I want to need him to take care of me completely.Alex is coming back tonight. I already laid out three different diapers on my bed for him to choose from.I’m so excited I keep leaking little spurts into the one I’m wearing right now.— Lily

coloring pages all! the! way!!!! i LOVE coloring, it’s one of my favorite things to do in little space.