Had an accident while out with some friends. Figured I could make it until I got home, as a personal challenge, but we got sidetracked and I ended up soaking myself while at the grocery store getting ingredients for dinner 😔. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to make it home, and also didn’t want to wet my diaper around my friends, so I attempted to find a restroom. But it was closed and being cleaned! I realized then that there was a very real possibility that I would lose control and wet myself. I felt helpless and scared; and as I turned around to leave, I felt a tiny dribble of urine escape into my diaper. It surprised me, and I quickly focused and regained control.
Rarely do I involuntarily wet during the day (unless I drink an obscene amount of liquid, usually for desperation fun), but as I attempted to find a secluded area (I accepted that it was inevitable), I felt a second spasm and the front of my diaper became noticeably warm as a large, but manageable, jet of pee shot into my diaper. It was harder to regain control that time, but I managed to stop and desperately started looking for an empty aisle. I found the cereal aisle, and there were no other people. I walked about a 3rd of the aisle before it happened.
My bladder went numb, I stopped walking, and for a few moments, nothing happened. And then suddenly, I felt wetness and warmth pour into my diaper and cascade around my privates. My bladder emptied so quickly and intensely that it almost felt like my diaper was vibrating. I could even hear the hissing through my jeans! I let out a tiny moan and just slouched against cereal boxes while my diaper swelled and expanded beneath my skinny jeans, caressing the most sensitive part of my body with heat (it would have been so outrageously obvious had I not had a sweater that extended beneath my crotch and diaper).
After what seemed like an eternity, the pressure subsided and my bladder was finally empty. I stood there in shock while my diaper absorbed and whisked away my urine, and acknowledged that I had a very real accident. I went to go find my friends (doing my best not to waddle with the thick, wet, heavy padding between my legs). We went back to the car, and I sat down with my diaper squelching under me, reminding me for the entire ride home that I cannot be a big boy, no matter how much I try to pretend.
As unexpected as it was, though, it was such a great feeling. The helplessness. The embarrassment. The relief you get while you soak your diaper with hot, comforting urine and feel it slowly expand between your legs, all while relaxing then that you are no longer holding a painfully full bladder. It is also, though, sort of upsetting because that could have happened if I wasn’t padded! I have consistent issues with bedwetting, but daywetting is rare.
Now, is there a daddy out there that will come put me in a fresh diaper, comfort me for trying to stay dry, tuck me into bed, and caress me until I fall asleep?
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