DiaperedAmber

Still a 10

Tonight was the most humiliating night of my entire life… and I’m still shaking from how turned on I am.I went to dinner with my parents. I thought I could handle one evening in regular underwear like a normal 19-year-old. I wore a cute sundress with white panties underneath. Big mistake.We were at the restaurant when I felt it. I tried to hold it, but the pressure kept building. Right as the waiter brought dessert, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I pushed a little… and pooped my pants. A big, warm, solid load filled my panties and squished into the seat of my dress. The smell hit me almost immediately. I froze, tears already filling my eyes.Mom noticed something was wrong. She leaned over and whispered, “Lily, did you have an accident?” I shook my head but I was already crying. Right there in the middle of the restaurant she reached under the table, lifted the back of my dress, and checked my pants like I was a toddler. Her fingers pressed against the bulge in my poopy panties in front of everyone.“Oh honey… you pooped your pants,” she said, loud enough that the couple at the next table definitely heard. I broke down sobbing like a little girl while my dad paid the bill fast and they rushed me out.I cried the entire car ride home. Mom kept scolding me in that disappointed voice she used when I was five. When they dropped me off at my apartment I called Alex immediately, still sniffling and messy.He was waiting outside my door when I got there.The second we were inside he didn’t say a word. He pulled me over his lap on the couch, lifted my dress, and started spanking me hard through my loaded, squishy underwear. Every smack pushed the mess against me. I was kicking and bawling, completely broken.“You’re supposed to tell me when you need to go, little girl,” he growled between spanks. “Babies who poop their pants get punished.”When my bottom was burning he carried me to the bathroom, stripped me, and gave me a long, warm bath. He washed me everywhere like I was helpless. By the time he dried me off I was whimpering with need.He bent me over the bed and fucked me hard from behind while I was still damp from the bath. I came so many times I lost count, crying and moaning into the sheets. After he finished inside me he laid me on a changing mat, lotioned me, powdered my red bottom, and taped me into the thickest diaper I own.I’m lying here now in my heavy, crinkly diaper, sucking on my pacifier while he cuddles me. My bottom is sore, my pussy is still tingling, and I feel completely regressed.I don’t think I can go back to big-girl underwear anymore. Not even for my parents.I need this. I need him. I need my diapers.— Lily

They call me puddle pants

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

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

I’m still shaking as I write this. Tonight was the most humiliating, terrifying, and… exciting night of my life.We went back to the same club. I wore that short white pleated skirt again (I know, I’m an idiot) with baby-pink panties underneath and a cute crop top. The music was loud, the drinks were sweet, and I met him again — the same tall guy with the dark hair and that confident smile. We started dancing almost immediately. This time he pulled me even closer, his hands on my waist, my body moving against his. I felt so small and cute next to him.But I had to pee. Badly.I’d had three cocktails and ignored the warning signs because I didn’t want to leave his arms. The pressure kept growing until my bladder felt like a tight, heavy balloon. Every grind of my hips made it worse. I kept telling myself “just one more song,” squeezing my thighs together between beats, trying desperately to hold on.Then came a slow, bass-heavy song. He spun me around so my back was against his chest, one of his hands sliding down over my tummy. That gentle pressure on my full bladder was too much.I lost control.A hot, powerful gush exploded into my panties. I gasped and tried to stop it, but I couldn’t. Pee flooded out of me in heavy waves, soaking my pink panties completely, then pouring down my bare thighs. It splashed onto the dance floor between my feet. The front of my white skirt turned dark and wet, clinging to me. I could feel the warm stream running all the way down my legs, even into my shoes.I froze.Tears instantly filled my eyes. I started crying right there in his arms — soft, embarrassed sobs that made my shoulders shake. “Oh my god… I’m so sorry,” I whimpered, my voice tiny and broken. My face was burning crimson. I felt like such a little girl, a pathetic bedwetter who couldn’t even hold it while dancing with a cute guy. Everyone was going to see. Everyone was going to know what I did.But the worst part? Or maybe the best part… I was soaking wet in another way too.The humiliation hit me like a wave, and it made me throb. My clit was swollen and aching against the drenched, warm fabric. Every little sob made my pussy clench, and I could feel myself getting slick underneath the pee. I kept crying quietly, tears rolling down my cheeks, but I also pressed back against him harder, rubbing my soaked panties against the front of his jeans. The shame was making me dizzy with arousal.He noticed. He had to. The wetness, the smell, my tears. His hand slid lower, brushing the soaked hem of my skirt, and instead of pushing me away he held me tighter and whispered, “It’s okay, baby…” in my ear.That made me cry even harder — and made me even wetter.I stood there on the dance floor, panties ruined, skirt ruined, tears streaming, while my body trembled with both mortification and the strongest rush of excitement I’ve ever felt. I wanted him to lift my skirt right there. I wanted him to see what a helpless little bedwetter I am. I wanted him to touch me through the mess I made.Eventually I pulled away, still sniffling, and ran to the bathroom. I locked myself in a stall, sat on the toilet with my soaked skirt hiked up, and touched myself while I cried. I came so hard my legs were shaking, whispering “I’m such a baby… I’m such a pathetic wet baby” to myself over and over.I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Normal girls don’t wet themselves in public and then finger themselves to orgasm in the bathroom stall right after. But I did.I’m home now, lying in bed in just my ruined pink panties because I wanted to feel the cold wet fabric against me a little longer. My eyes are still puffy from crying, but my hand keeps drifting back between my legs.I think I’m going to wear a diaper to bed tonight.I need it.— Lily

Dear Diary, Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I’m actually writing this. My name is Lily, I’m 19, and I graduated high school just two weeks ago. Everyone thinks I’m this cute, bubbly girl with the big blue eyes, soft blonde hair, and that innocent smile that makes people call me “adorable.” If only they knew the truth I’ve been hiding my whole life.I’m a bedwetter. Still. After all these years.It’s never stopped. Not when I was little, not through middle school when I tried every alarm and chart and “positive reinforcement” thing my parents dragged me to, and definitely not now that I’m supposed to be an adult. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration. I went out with my friends, came home happy and tired, and crashed in my bed wearing my favorite pink sleep shorts and a little camisole. No pull-up. I thought maybe—just maybe—tonight would be different.It wasn’t.I woke up a few minutes ago with that awful, warm, heavy feeling between my legs. My sheets were soaked. The wetness had spread all the way to the middle of the mattress, and my shorts were clinging to me, dark and obvious. I could smell that faint, sweet-sour scent of my own pee. My face is burning just writing this. I’m sitting here on the edge of my wet bed, thighs pressed together, feeling the cool dampness against my skin, and… I don’t know how to explain it, but there’s this flutter in my tummy that isn’t just embarrassment.It feels kind of… good.I’ve been like this forever. When I was younger I hated it so much I’d cry into my pillow after mom changed my sheets. But somewhere around 16 or 17 something shifted. The shame started mixing with something else. Now when I wake up wet, my heart races, my cheeks get hot, and there’s this tingly ache between my legs that makes me want to press my hand against the soaked fabric instead of jumping out of bed.Tonight I did.I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my drenched shorts and touched myself right there in the mess I made. I was so slippery—my own warm pee mixed with how excited I was getting. I rubbed slow circles on my clit while I thought about how helpless I am. How no matter how hard I try to be a big girl, my body just… lets go in my sleep. I pictured someone finding out. A boyfriend. A roommate next year at college. My cute little bottom lifted up while someone powders me and tapes me into a thick diaper because I can’t be trusted to stay dry.I came so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud.God, I’m such a baby. A 19-year-old who still wets her bed almost every night and gets off on it. I should be mortified. Part of me is. But the other part—the part that’s still sitting here in soaked panties, writing this with my free hand while the other keeps lazily playing with myself—is already wondering what it would feel like to just… give in completely.Maybe I’ll buy some of those adult diapers online tomorrow. The cute ones with the little prints. I’ll hide them under my bed and wear one to sleep. Just to see. Just to feel that thick padding swell up warm and heavy against me when I inevitably flood it in the middle of the night.I don’t know if this makes me broken or weird or perverted… but it’s who I am. A cute girl with a secret. A teenage bedwetter who’s never going to stop.And maybe… I don’t want to.Night, Diary. Wish me dry dreams… even though we both know better.— Lily