Leakmaker

Guess who I’m visiting?! @lolaandthens0me! We got to decorate her beautiful tree! 🌲 💖 I’m completely in the Christmas spirit now :) I don’t usually get to hang around diaper-out to the world, so this was really special. So many more pictures come, so stay tuned!

Annie couldn’t believe she let herself get in the same situation once again. Here she was, an hour after lunchtime, and about to pee her pants in class. Her professor was way too strict.  He didn’t let anyone leave the classroom unless the main office called for them.  She could get up and walk out, but that would be even worse than peeing her pants…maybe.  It would probably mean failing the class.  Even so, as Annie gripped the edges of her desk so hard her knuckles turned white, every part of her body was screaming to run out of the room.  Wave after wave of desperation flowed from her bladder, the pain meant she couldn’t even sit up straight, let alone pay attention to the lecture. She could hear a couple girls whispering on her left, Annie couldn’t make out the words, but she was sure they were laughing at her.  She must have been quite the sight.  Legs double crossed and bouncing noisily beneath the desk, hunched over and grimacing, Annie’s appearance wasn’t necessarily an uncommon sight in this class.  The professor’s archaic bathroom policy was well known, but there was always some unfortunate girl who drank too much at lunch, and today it was Annie.  That being said, as desperate as they may have appeared, there had never been an accident during this class.  A point the professor was quick to mention.

“Students.”  He would say.  “Are often prone to slothful behaviors, and any instructor who allows students to freely come and go from the classroom, is not only encouraging such behavior, but also enabling it.”  His brilliant theory was that the girls were only pretending to be absolutely bursting as an excuse to cut class, and that’s why no one had ever peed their pants in his class.  Annie didn’t have time to consider the possible implications her seemingly inevitable accident might have.  She was too busy fighting all of her body’s biological urges that demanded she empty her overfull bladder immediately.

Asking to leave was pointless, and would only draw every eye in the room to her potentially humiliating predicament, running to the bathroom would not only cause her to fail the class, but would also likely cause her to lose control in the process, Annie’s only hope, a dwindling one at that, was to hold it until the end of class.  Then she might hobble to the bathroom with most of her dignity in tact, or at the very least, have a smaller audience for when she peed her panties.

With ten minutes left in the class period, Annie felt like her entire body was pulsing.  She had scrunched her body up as tightly as she could while still staying in her seat.  Her eyes were closed, and it might have looked like she was praying if not for the sweat dripping down her face as she rocked back and forth in her seat.  Perhaps praying could have helped Annie hold it for another second, but biology had already forsaken her.

“Look!  She’s peeing her pants.  Ewww.”

Annie heard a voice call out, interrupting the professor.  Annie opened her eyes, hopeful.  If someone else had an accident, the professor might have to dismiss class early, and she could finally go pee, but something was amiss.  Everyone, including the professor, was staring at her.  Surprised, Annie sat up a bit in her chair and looked around before noticing what was wrong.  She hadn’t even felt her body relax, Annie didn’t even know it was physically possible for her tightly coiled body to relax, and she had certainly not expected her bladder to give out without warning.  It was true however, the deep, echoing pain in her abdomen was gone and in its place was a damp wet feeling on her butt and down the back of her legs.  Gasping, and uncrossing her legs and jumping to her feet Annie was horrified, she hadn’t wet herself in years, especially not during the day.  The stunned silence quickly turned to laughter as the rest of Annie’s pee splattered to the ground.  It seemed that with her legs tightly crossed a large amount of her pee had pooled in her lap, unable to fall to the ground, but when she quickly jumped to her feet, gravity was free to act once more.  In an instant the entire front of Annie’s pants were soaked and her pee pooled in a great circle around her.  One last spurt of pee flowed uninhibitedly from her bladder as the surrounding students quickly lifted their bags and their feet to protect themselves from the encroaching tide of the yellow ocean.

“That’s quite enough of that.”  The cold, harsh voice of the professor cut through the laughter of the class.  “I will not allow my class to devolve into a circus.  Everyone will return to their seats and sit quietly, that includes you young lady.”  His admonishing finger cut through Annie’s last hope for support as the poor girl reluctantly lowered herself back into her still wet seat, hating the cold damp feeling that had now permeated her soaked lower half.

“There are still five minutes left in class, and I intend to teach until the very last second.  I refuse to allow one girl’s childish behavior to negatively affect the rest of the student’s ability to learn.  You are free to waste your own time demeaning or detracting whomsoever you wish so long as you are not in this room.  I did not study with the intention of teaching infants, and as such I will not suffer nor accommodate behaviors in this class which are not only distracting and unbecoming, but also entirely intentional.  Any medical disabilities which may preclude individuals from conforming to the basic levels of civility to which I hold each and every one of you should have been reported to the main office and would have been subsequently relayed to myself.  As no such reports have been made, I find myself left with the conclusion that You,” His finger once again found Annie, trying to look very small in her seat.  “Ms. Annie, will be staying with me after this class period, so that we, along with your parents or guardians, might illuminate the impetus behind today’s occurrence, as well as discuss…solutions which will be necessarily enacted to prevent the possible relapse of today’s events.”

Kim had been happy to move out when she turned eighteen.   She would have been perfectly fine if she never had to go back to her parents house again.  Not that she had a particularly bad relationship with her family.  It was just that she was ready to be an adult, and something about living in the house she grew up in didn’t fit with her image of an adult.  It was with great reluctance that Kim agreed to come home for the holidays, but she had finally given in to her parents’ begging, and that is why Kim found herself sitting in the driveway of her old house.

At least I didn’t get pulled over this time. Kim had a long history of irritating ‘traffic stops.’  About once a month, Kim would get pulled over by some overeager cop, who was convinced they had caught an underage driver.  Even when Kim showed them her license, she made extra sure to carry it at all times, they would be convinced it was a fake.  Kim would have to sit in her car for ages, while the cop double and triple checked the system.  Although Kim couldn’t necessarily blame them for thinking she was underage, Kim still hated them for it.  She was by far the shortest one in her family.  Even her younger sister towered over Kim by almost a foot.  Kim always wore shoes with a heel, and she still barely brushed the 4'9 mark.  It wasn’t surprising she was a cop magnet, when Kim could barely see over the steering wheel and still reach the gas pedal at the same time.  It was honestly a bit of a legal grey area, she could see well enough that she hadn’t had an accident yet, but driving was always a bit of risk for Kim, especially in these icy winter conditions.

Kim pulled herself out of the car with a sigh, there was no use hiding any longer, she would have to go inside at some point.  With a forced smile, Kim managed to get through all the hugging and gushing that came with her arrival, but when everything was finally settling down, Kim noticed something.

“Whose luggage is that?”  Kim gestured at the pair of suitcases sitting by the front door.

“Oh,”  Her mother looked surprised.  "Don’t you remember?  Your father and I are going to the Caribbean, our flight leaves in the morning.  I’m sure I told you.“  Kim was sure she hadn’t been told, but her mother would never admit that she was wrong.  

“So is that the whole reason I’m here?  Housesitting?  Babysitting?”  Kim gesticulated angrily at her younger sister, who could hardly be called a baby, towering over Kim.  "What happened to spending Christmas together for once?“

"Oh honey.”  Kim’s mother managed to sound comforting and condescending all at once.  "We are happy to see you, and we’ll always be happy to see you here, but we can’t cancel our vacation just because you finally decided to come and visit us.“  Kim rolled her eyes, and she was tempted to get back in her car and drive off, but she decided against it.  It was a long trip back home, and it was snowing again, she could always leave tomorrow.

It was already late, but Kim decided she might as well sit by the fireplace with her family, at least for a little while.  She angrily sipped at her eggnog.  It was SO like her parents to invite her over, while leaving out the bit about them flying to another country for two weeks.  Tipping back the glass, Kim couldn’t help but wish the drink was something stronger, although it was probably for the best that it wasn’t.  Kim and alcohol didn’t get along terribly well; it had something to do with how she wasn’t 100 pounds soaking wet.  Kim yawned and stood up, she was exhausted, and looking forward to sleeping, even if she wasn’t looking forward to sleeping in her old childhood bedroom.  Kim excused herself from the conversation she had been ignoring, and walked back through the dining room, and into the kitchen.  Kim left her empty cup by the sink, but not before she had poured herself another half glass of eggnog. Unfortunately for Kim, her parents followed her into the kitchen just in time to see her finish her second glass.

"Make sure you don’t drink too much before bed sweetie.  You wouldn’t want to have an accident.”

“Oh please, Mom.  Can you not treat me like I’m five years old?  Casey might still wet the bed,” Kim pointed to the other room, where her sister made a strangled sound of outrage. “But I certainly don’t.”

“Of course, baby.  I know you’re all grown up now, but no matter how big you get, you’ll always be my baby girl.  And you know you can always come home, whenever you need to, alright?  And that goes for both of you.”  Kim’s mom looked over to Casey as she walked into the kitchen.

“I know, Mom.”  Kim almost felt bad for her attitude, she even considered apologizing, until her mom opened her mouth again.

“And besides, I seem to recall having to monitor your fluids at night when you were a lot older than five.”

“Ha!”  Casey shouted, triumphantly.  "Maybe you should be the little sister, Kimmy.  I bet I was even potty trained before you.“

"Ugh, whatever.”  Kim rolled her eyes and stomped her way all the way up the stairs, ignoring her parents amused sounding ‘goodnights,’ before slamming her way into her old bedroom.  Kim just wished her sister hadn’t inherited all of the family’s height.  Casey couldn’t talk so big, if she wasn’t nearly twice Kim’s height.

Squinting against the onslaught of pink that was her childhood bedroom, Kim collapsed back on the bed.  Her parents had left her bedroom entirely untouched after Kim had moved out, probably hoping she would come back and live at home, something Kim had long since disregarded as a possibility.  Younger Kim, 'Kimmy,’ although she had finally outgrown that nickname in her parents’ eyes, was infatuated with all things pink and cute, and the bedroom was no different.  The drapes, the old wallpaper, even the rug covering most of the open floor space was pink.  If Kimmy had been given the option, even the carpet would have been pink.

Kim let her eyes close for just a moment while laying back on the bed.  Groaning quietly to herself, Kim realized she had forgotten her suitcase downstairs, or was it still in the car?  Kim couldn’t quite remember if she had brought it in with her or not.  Either way, it didn’t matter.  There was no way Kim was going back downstairs to face her parents another time, and there was even less chance of her going back out to her car in the snow.  She would take care of it in the morning.  For now, Kim made due with stripping off the blouse and jeans she had been wearing.  Shivering in a pair of somewhat licentious panties, Kim removed what might be considered an unnecessary bra, and left the semi-folded pile of clothes on top of her dresser; the heater was working overtime to fight the evening winter chill, but there was only so much it could do.  Kim rifled through the drawers of the dresser to find something to wear to bed.  She had gone to sleep in just her underwear, or less, before, but it was cold enough in the house to make Kim think twice before doing it.  As long as she was here, she might as well make herself comfortable.

Kim was somewhat dismayed, if not particularly surprised, to find that almost all of her clothes still fit her.  Most of the clothes dated back to when Kim was a teenager, some even before that.  Anything Kim left in this house when she moved out had surely been deemed too childish by Kim’s adult standards, and so, Kim found herself sleeping in a pair of Disney princess, pink pajamas.  They were something Kim would never be caught dead wearing anywhere else, but at least they were warm, and they meant she wouldn’t have to sleep in just her panties.  At least her panties were adult-like.  Kim had seen her old underwear drawer during her search for clothes, and as much as she hated to prover her mother right, very few of the 'panties’ in Kim’s old dresser were thin enough for Kim to even consider wearing in an emergency.  It seems the focus in Kimmy’s choice of underwear was more interested in absorption than style.

Kim was wrapped up nice and warmly in her blankets, and she slowly drifted off to sleep as the snow continued to fall.  The closed door blocked out the soft murmur of conversation, and the popping of the fire coming from below.  It wasn’t long before the house was dark and quiet.  The old house moaned as someone moved unseen through the darkness.  

The sun soon dyed the Eastern sky, and before the sun had truly risen, there was movement in the house once more.  Kim’s parents were up, suitcases ready by the door, tickets and passports in tow, Kim scarcely stirred when her parents stopped by her room to bid farewell to their sleeping daughter.  Under different circumstances she might have regretted not at least wishing her parents goodbye, but given the unusual and unexpected nature of her parents trip, Kim would not be overly concerned with such trivialities.  She would soon find herself with more pressing concerns.  The snow crunching beneath tires signaled her parent’s departure, but Kim slept on, oblivious to the world around her.

When Kim finally awoke, it was with groan and a stretch that she finally faced the midday sun.  Disentangling herself from the bed sheets, Kim stood and stretched her hands all the way up.  She wished she could at least almost touch the ceiling, but the full length mirror she was facing revealed the truth.  Kim was significantly short of even the lowest ceilings.  The mirror also revealed another truth that made Kim pause.  Kim’s pants appeared to be discoloured, particularly around the crotch.  Kim moved closer to the mirror with a frown.  Even through the shocking pink of the pajama pants, what was undeniably a yellow tinted stain could be seen.  She hadn’t noticed it when choosing what to wear the night before, but the morning light clearly distinguished what was certainly an emblem of sorts.  A badge of shame that no doubt marred a great many of Kimmy’s old clothes.

Kim quickly stepped out of the increasingly embarrassing pants and turned to grab her outfit from yesterday.  It didn’t feel great to wear the same thing two days in a row, but she could change as soon as she went down to get her suitcase, and anything was better than an old pair of pee stained pants.  Speaking of pee stained, Kim paused as she was folding the pajama pants.  If she didn’t know any better, Kim could have sworn the pants felt almost…damp.  Shaking her head, Kim set the pants aside.  She had been wrapped up beneath so many blankets last night, it would be more surprising if she hadn’t been at least a little bit sweaty by morning.  Kim had plenty of experience lying to herself, every time she convinced herself that she was happy with her height, or that she wasn’t even that short, but this was different.  There was no room for subjectivity when it came to the state of her panties.  The fabric could either be wet or dry, and it was wet.  There was the slight dampness caused by sweat and then there was one step short of sopping, the kind of wetness that could only be caused by one thing, something Kim was all too familiar with.  No, no.  That was something Kimmy was all too familiar with.  Kim didn’t wet the bed, and if Kim said the wet spot that covered nearly the entire butt of her panties was sweat, then it was sweat.  The spot was barely visible, and nearly dry, or at least not dripping.  It was clearly sweat.  Kim knew a thing or two about bed wetting, and this wasn’t bed wetting.  The crotch of her pajamas were barely wet, and the spot left on the bed was nearly indistinguishable among the old, faded stains.  Back when Kimmy wet the bed, there would be no room for doubt.  Her clothes wouldn’t be damp, they were soaked.  Torrential floods would sweep across the bed, only a thin plastic sheet protecting the mattress from utter ruin.  A plastic sheet that was likely still there, if Kim had to guess.  No, this was no bed wetting, and Kim decided not to concern herself with it any longer.  All it meant was that Kim would have to go without panties for the short trip down stairs to retrieve her suitcase.  Thinking back, Kim was fairly certain that she had brought her luggage inside last night; which was good, because Kim had no desire to go out into the cold snow anytime soon.  Pulling off her panties, and ignoring their dampness sliding down her legs, Kim frowned as she looked around.  Her clothes from yesterday were missing.

After searching throughout the small room, Kim was convinced, her clothes were nowhere to be seen.  Kim was positive she left the heap of clothes on her dresser the night before, but there was no sign of them now.  Smelling her mother’s involvement, Kim almost stormed out of her room to confront the woman, before she stopped, realizing two things.  First, her mother was long gone, probably already on the plane, jetting towards the Caribbean, and second, Kim was completely naked from the waist down.

Kim couldn’t bring herself to pull her wet panties back on, even though it was only sweat!  So Kim reluctantly pulled open her old underwear drawer, and set about finding the most adult looking pair of panties she could.  It was like choosing the least ugly earthworm.  Even if she tired only focusing on the positives, at the end of the day it was still a worm.  Kim eventually settled for a pair that were, of course, pink, but at least they didn’t say 'Training Panties,’ like most of the others, and the thickness was just slightly above normal cotton.  

Normally, Kim wouldn’t have been opposed to going downstairs in just her panties and t-shirt, especially when the house was mostly deserted, but these panties were a special kind of embarrassing.  There was no way Kim was going to risk Casey seeing her sister in a pair of babyish panties.  Kim dug through her dresser once again, until she finally found a pair of pants that were both not pink, and free of any childish cartoon characters.  Satisfied that she dressed about as well as she was likely to be, before getting access to her suitcase, Kim made her way downstairs.  She had to consciously stop herself from tiptoeing, while desperate not to be seen in her current state, Kim recognized that sneaking would just make her more conspicuous.  

Kim sighed with relief when she found her suitcase sitting right were she left it, next to the front door.  At least she wouldn’t have to go outside anytime soon.  Kim grabbed the case with both hands and lugged it upstairs.  The case was heavier than Kim remembered, she was breathing hard through her nose when she finally heaved the suitcase onto her bed.  Unzipping the case, and flipping open the lid, Kim froze.  She was so close to relief, so close to returning to normal, but still she froze.  There were clothes in the suitcase to be sure, but they were no clothes that Kim recognized, certainly not clothes that she owned.  With one deep and shaking breath, Kim reached out and grabbed the topmost piece of cloth.  A sweatshirt; unfolding it Kim could wear it as a dress it was so large.  Failing to suppress her rising panic, Kim hurriedly dumped the suitcase out onto the bed.  They were all Kim’s father’s clothes.  The suitcase looked just like Kim’s, but there was no mistaking the contents.  Her parents must have had the same suitcase, Kim hadn’t even noticed, and apparently, neither had her parents.  All of Kim’s adult clothes, her entire persona that she had crafted so carefully, were surely flying towards the Caribbean as Kim sat in shock.  Her parents didn’t come back until after New Years.  She had to get back home, at least there she have half a wardrobe, and she didn’t have to see anyone, especially her sister, if she didn’t want to.  The trick now would be getting out of the house before…

“Oh, good morning sis.”  Kim winced as Casey walked into her room, the girl sounded overly cheery in Kim’s opinion.  "I guess you found out, kinda funny huh?“

"What?”  Kim was still trying to process what exactly her sister had said.

“You know, the bags that got switched.  I guess Dad grabbed your bag by mistake.  He called me during the layover, wondering why his bag was packed with children’s clothes.  Easy mistake to make I guess.  He’s going to have to buy some clothes just to get him through the trip.”

“Yeah…”  Kim was still stunned by the whole situation, not even gathering enough energy to get mad at her sister.  "Well I’m going to head back to my place, I’ll come get my stuff when they get back.“

"What?  You can’t leave, what about spending Christmas together?”  Casey almost looked sincere.  "We’ve got toothbrushes and whatever else you could need here, and it looks like your old clothes fit you well enough.“  She grinned looking down at Kim’s outfit.

"I…”

“And besides, it’s been snowing all morning.  Roads are closed.  You’re not leaving on anything other than a snowmobile.  It’s a miracle Mom and Dad’s flight wasn’t canceled.”  Kim ran to the window in a panic, she knew it had been snowing, but she hadn’t realized quite how bad it was.  What looked like at least half a foot of snow had fallen just since last night, and it showed no sign of stopping.  She was trapped.

“It’s cute by the way.  Your outfit, Kimmy.”

“No mom, please.  Don’t make me go out there.”

“Uh oh, little baby had an awccident.  Now everyone at school is going to see what a baby you are.”

“Please, no.”

“This is your punishment for lying to me, and trying to steal from me.  Now get your little pee soaked butt out there before you’re late to class.  Hey it looks like some friends are waiting for you already.  Why don’t you tell them why you peed your panties like a little girl?”

“No, I-”

Carolyn sat up, looking dazed. After a half a moment, she remembered enough to snap her knees together, and use a hasty hand to regain control of her plaid skirt. She wasn’t fast enough, Stacy’s eyes had found what they were looking for, and the taller girl looked down at her former friend with a wicked smile.

“Still the same old Baby Carrie I see.” Stacy laughed. “Are you going to cry now?”

Carolyn got up stiffly from the ground. Not responding to Stacy’s taunting, Carolyn tried to brush past the girl. They would both be cutting it close to make it to class on time. Even if they were both in their fourth year of high school, Mrs. Mason wouldn’t allow any slacking from her first period class, and she certainly didn’t tolerate tardiness.

“Not so fast.” Stacy grabbed Carolyn’s arm as the girl tried to push passed. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What do you want, Stacy?” Carolyn rolled her eyes and turned to glare at the girl holding her arm.

“You should apologize for running into me, don’t you think?”  Stacy grinned, releasing Carolyn’s arm.

Carolyn just scowled and turned to leave, but Stacy stopped her once again.

“Don’t forget, Baby Carrie, I’m the only reason you still have any friends at all. If everyone knew what I know, do you really think you could ever show your face at this school again?”  Stacy moved forward, predatory in her movements, eyes taunting her prey. Carolyn backed away slowly as Stacy advanced, but her back soon hit a wall and she found herself staring up into the taller girl’s devious eyes.

Stacy towered over the girl, relishing the control.

“Don’t you think,” Stacy spoke soft and sweet now. “ That everyone would love to know.” Her hand wound its way down and took hold of the front hem of Carolyn’s skirt. “That you’re nothing but a bed-wetting, diaper-wearing baby.” Stacy lifted the front of Carolyn’s skirt and tucked it up into the waistband. Carolyn gasped when she realized what Stacy had done, revealing the trapped girl’s underwear to anyone who passed by, but when Carolyn tried to free the hem, and let the skirt fall back into place, but Stacy caught her hand, pinning the girl against the wall.

“What do you want, Stacy?” Carolyn demanded again, struggling against the other girl’s grip. It was no use, she couldn’t break free. “Why are you doing this?”

“Oh, no real reason.” Stacy laughed. “I just thought I should check up on my favorite eighteen year old baby. Now,” Stacy looked down mockingly at the extra large Pamper’s pull-up revealed from underneath Carolyn’s skirt. “I thought you said you only needed them at night, you know, for your bedwetting. So why are you wearing them to school? Could it be you’ve started having little potty accidents during the day as well as at night?”

“Let. Me. Go.” Carolyn was struggling fiercely against Stacy’s hands now.

“Aww, is someone cranky? Do you need your diaper changed?” Stacy gave the pink disposable diaper a quick squeeze. “No? A gold star for you, my bed-wetting princess. Not yet wet, and already nearly eight in the morning.”  Stacy brought her face dangerously close to Carolyn’s own, and dropped her voice to a whisper. “So tell me, why you need to wear a diaper, and then I’ll let you go. I promise.”

Carolyn glared up at Stacy, hate in her eyes, but finally she turned her head to the side, blushing furiously as she answered.

“You know why. I…I wet the bed sometimes, and…”Carolyn began.

“Only sometimes?” Stacy interrupted. “Your track record didn’t seem so hot during our sleepovers.”

“Most of the time, whatever.” Carolyn’s whole face was dyed crimson now. “But I didn’t last night, okay? Now let me go.”

“You didn’t explain why you’re wearing a diaper right now, if you only wet the bed.”

“It’s not a diaper!” Carolyn insisted. “They’re just…Training panties.”

“Oh sure, training on how not to wet the bed like a baby. Do they have little flowers that disappear when you pee yourself?  Oh look, they do.  Now why are you wearing them?”

“I…My parents don’t know that I…sometimes have accidents, and I don’t want to throw my training panties away at home, in case my mom finds them. So I’ve…been throwing them away here at school.”

“Are you serious? I’m actually asking here. That has got to be the dumbest sounding plan I’ve ever heard. Why not take them off at home, and bring them in a plastic bag or something?  No, you know what I think? I think you’re wearing a diaper to school because you’re such a pants-wetting little girl, that you need diapers in order to keep from making a puddle. Honestly, you make me sick.”  Stacy shook her head down at Carolyn and leaned back.  “I’ll tell you what. New plan. Now I’m going to prove how much of a baby you actually are.”

“What? You promised-” Carolyn’s protests were cut short as Stacy’s fingers darted into a tender, ticklish spot just below Carolyn’s ribs.

In seconds, Carolyn was too doubled over, laughing and trying to fend off Stacy’s fingers to even think of escaping. After nearly 2 minutes of unrelenting tickling, Stacy stood back to admire her handiwork. Carolyn was gasping for breath, tears in her eyes, and the still exposed diaper was quickly swelling and becoming discolored.

“Bye-bye little flowers.” Stacy laughed. She snatched Carolyn’s purse from her arm as the girl was still trying to catch her breath.  “And what is this?” Stacy pulled something small and white from the purse. “Spare panties? I can’t imagine why you would need these. They won’t absorb a thing when you have an accident. Ah, these are more for you.” Stacy pulled something else from the purse. “Another diaper. This one isn’t as cute, a bit bigger maybe? Less likely to leak I’m sure.”  Stacy dropped the purse at Carolyn’s feet, and tossed the diaper on top. “I’ll leave you the diaper, be grateful for that, but I think I’ll hold onto the panties. I’m not sure you’ve earned them yet.”

Carolyn could only stare up at Stacy, hating the feeling of swollen fabric between her legs, and hating her own impotence. She couldn’t believe that Stacy was once her best friend. Now the girl looked so cold, standing above Carolyn, gloating at the accident she had caused.

“You had better hurry up if you want to change before first period.” Stacy called over her shoulder as she stalked off towards the school. “We wouldn’t want any leaks now, would we?”

Effective immediately, and for the next 5 days, I am in toilet chastity. 😈 The rules, after negotiation with Mistress Alice, are:

No peeing in the toilet for the duration of chastity

All pee must be into my pants or diapers

Each diaper must be used fully, and cannot be changed until it leaks

A bottle is permitted to temporarily store pee before it is poured into pants or a diaper.  However, as a penalty for this gracious additional flexibility, the bottle must be first filled with water and drunk before the bottle is used for pee.  Maximum of 3 bottles, no “overnight” storage permitted. 

Mistress Alice may, at her discretion, ban the use of diapers for an indefinite period.

Must drink one glass of liquid an hour (at minimum)

Must be diapered at bedtime, and the diaper must remain on for the entire night. 

Yes you do have to wear that to school.

Why? What’s wrong with it?

Oh yes they are wet, now why exactly is that?

Because you wet them, I see…Well why did you do that?  Should I put you back in diapers because you can’t control yourself?

You were drinking?  You’re not old enough to do that are you?  Well now all your classmates will know you’re not old enough to keep your panties dry either.

This is your punishment for disobeying me, and lying to me.

We’ll see if I think you’ve been punished enough tonight.  If not, well I still have your nighttime diapers from when you were wetting the bed.  Maybe I’ll put together another outfit for you to wear tomorrow.

Go on now, you don’t want to miss the bus.  

“what about your knickers?”

If Katie’s friend Leslie knew I’d taken this photo last Sunday at the park she’d kill me. We were having a pic nik with a few friends, with lunch of course and a few bottles of wine. Leslie really has a great set of legs and loves showing them off and so what better way is there than a short skirt. She has also commented that wearing a Tena when she is having fun gives her confidence.

The ladies room was a long way off and when the two of them went to use it they found that because of the pandemic they were locked. As you can see from the view up her skirt that it was not a big deal. 

But then, seeing her wet herself hasn’t been a big deal ether. We stopped by her place last month while she was gardening. She was wearing a very brief pair of booty shorts that she’d quite obviously peed in. Her wet panties showed out the bottom of her shorts. She tried folding her hands over her very obvious wet patch, but all that did was call attention to her little predicament.

      Saturday morning my friend Alice showed up at my house to take me shopping for the afternoon. I have known Alice for over 5 years. We met each other back in High school. Both of us are the same age, we both wear size 1 clothes, we both have long hair, and we love the same music, movies, and type of guys. Well she has a boyfriend and I don’t but that is because I am too picky. Anyhow Alice, knowing that I am a shopaholic, thought she would do me a favor and take me out shopping today just because that is what friends do. My makeup and hair was already done knowing she was coming. I put on some tight black jeans I bought last week over my black thong underwear, and a black t-shirt over my black bra and headed down stairs to get my shoes, purse, and jacket because it is a little cool this morning. We stopped at McDonalds on the way to get a late breakfast sandwich and a large coffee. After eating we both went to Pee, then got in the car and headed to the mall finishing our coffee just as we got there.

       We started off at T.J. Max and for the next 40 minutes we tried on all kinds of blouses, pants, shorts, etc. Finally I narrowed it down to two pairs of jeans, and 3 tops I liked. I put our purchases in the back of her van, then we walked to the J.C. Penny’s outlet store. As I entered the store I felt a sudden urge to pee. I looked for the bathrooms, and the sign was in the back of the store. I reasoned with myself that I would just shop my way to the back of the store, go pee and then hit the other side of the store as I grabbed a cart and went to the first Isle.

       It was shoes, and oh my god there were so many. I tried on shoe after shoe after shoe and put at least 3 pairs in my cart, only to exchange them later when I found better ones. Alice had ventured off to another aisle doing her own thing. By the time I finally reached the end of the second Isle which was bathroom goods like shelves, mirrors, candles, soap dishes, etc. I was crossing my legs and doing a little pee pee dance, but I was still more interested in the Bathroom items than going to pee, so I continued to sort through them figuring out what would look good in my bathroom. The urges from my bladder kept getting stronger and stronger which was really annoying because my focus was still on all the item’s in the aisle. One urge hit me so hard some pee came out of me soaking into my underwear as I grabbed myself like a toddler and crossed my legs to stop the flow. I looked around to see no one was in the aisle looking at me thankfully. I knew since I leaked a little, I had to get to the toilet or it was over for me.

       I put down the item in my hand, and grabbed my cart and started for the bathrooms. As I left the end of the isle my friend came from the area she was in with this gorgeous skirt she found. She stopped me and showed me this awesome skirt. As I was looking it over, another huge urge hit me, and I felt myself losing the battle. My underwear quickly felt warm and damp and I felt pee run down the inseam of my leg. I could do nothing to stop it. I couldn’t hold myself or even cross my legs because my friend and others in the aisle were looking right at me. I squeezed my muscles hard and after some time brought the flow down to a stop and told her I had to go pee, and would be right back. I walked away and looked down at my crotch to see how wet I was. To my surprise these brand new jeans must have had some sort of coating on them from the factory because even though my underwear was soaked, and I felt pee all the way into my shoe, my jeans showed nothing. 

        Near the bathroom was a bin of adorable stuffed animals. I stopped and picked one up. It was so adorably cute. As I focused on that stuffed animal I lost focus on my bladder and started peeing myself. I mean I didn’t let it out, it was just coming out. I had waited too long and was now peeing and nothing I could do would stop it. I looked down at my feet and watched a puddle of urine grow from my shoes onto the floor. I don’t know why I didn’t try to run to the toilet, but I was more in shock that this was happening again to me. I tried again to squeeze my bladder muscles hard but they did nothing. They were tired and had given up the fight before I wanted them too. As my bladder emptied into my jeans, they were now showing my crotch and inseam wet. My shoes were open toe shoes, so the urine ran off of them onto the floor. I stepped out of the puddle I made and walked back to my cart with the stuffed animal still in hand. A couple people were staring at me as I walked away. I was embarrassed as I asked myself outloud why I keep doing this. Why I keep waiting too long knowing coffee makes me pee.  I quickly grabbed my jacket and put it around my waist and went back to shopping. Soon I heard over the loudspeakers in the ceiling, Clean up at the end of Isle 2. I laughed knowing exactly what that was. 

   As Alice and I got to the far end of the store I had hoped my jeans and underwear would have dried but they didn’t. In fact they looked more obvious than before that they had been peed in. Alice has known me for many years and this is not the first time she has witnessed me pee my pants….especially when out shopping. Today I thought she had not noticed because not a word was said. Except I noticed in her cart at the check out she had a box of Pampers swaddlers size 7 and wipes. She does not have any kids yet and neither do I. We both checked out and headed to her van. As we loaded the Van with our things, I headed to the front. She grabbed my arm and said “You are not sitting in my van in those peed pants.” I turned to see her ushering me into the back of the van, and then handing me one of my new pair of shorts I bought, and one of the Pampers she bought from the box. I laughed as I took them from her hand. Surely she was joking I thought as I tossed the Pampers on the floor of the Van. She closed one van door, and brought the other one partly closed to block off anyone seeing me as I removed my soaked jeans and underwear. She tossed me the wipes and I cleaned myself up then started to put on my shorts. She abruptly yelled, “um…………you’re forgetting something” as she pointed to the diaper laying on the floor near me. I said “you’re not serious?” She nodded and pointed to the Pampers and gestured with her finger for me to put it on. 

       I told her there is no way they would fit me and she should have at least gotten me Goodnites size Medium. She said she thought about it, but decided these would be more discreet under my tight shorts. I opened the Pampers up and put them between my legs. I stretched the back out and wrapped the right hand tab around my hip and placed it on the front tab of the diaper. Then the same with the left one. I could not believe it. I actually got these Pampers to fit me. I am impressed, I thought to myself, that I am still this tiny that I can fit into Pampers. I do try hard to keep my figure. I pulled my shorts up. She was right, you could not tell I even had them on. That didn’t stop me over the next hour or so from looking at everyone I passed in the store to see if they were staring at me noticing I was wearing a diaper. After a while, and looking at several mirrors I was finally satisfied that no one could really tell front or back. They actually were really soft and comfortable which I would never admit to anyone. We headed into another part of the mall for more shopping. 

        After lunch and more coffee we went to Kohl’s, and then the grocery store. As I entered the grocery store I started getting those annoying urges to pee again. In a short time the urges were really strong and I decided to test the diaper. I stood in the aisle, relaxed and let some pee out. To my surprise, I could feel the urine coming out of me, but it just seemed to vanish. I never felt it fill my crotch or run down my legs. This was kind of cool how well it worked. I stopped the flow after a short time, scared it would leak, then I looked around and then felt my crotch after seeing no one in the aisle to see me. The diaper was much thicker there between my legs, and warm, but my shorts were dry. I was really impressed with this. We finished shopping and headed home. In the van on the way home, I got a sudden super strong urge to pee again. It was so strong I felt some urine escape me, I quickly stopped myself from squeezing my bladder muscles and instead let myself continue peeing while sitting in her van seat remembering I was in a diaper. Once the pressure was off the urine stopped coming out and now I felt pretty wet up my crotch and under my bottom. 

        I panicked thinking I just peed on her seat but after feeling under my bottom and my seat I was relieved……..(in more ways than one) to find the seat and my pants were dry. We arrived home, unloaded my stuff from the Van and headed to my kitchen with the bags. After setting them down, she walked up behind me, reached around my stomach and stuck her finger down the front of my pants and diaper, quickly removing her wet finger and said “I see it worked! from now on, this will be your underwear when we go places.” I laughed and said “yes they really did, but every time we go out?” She said “yes, from now on. I am tired of you peeing your pants.” She then told me she had a secret. I looked at her puzzled as she pulled her skirt up high to reveal a very wet thick adult diaper between her legs. She said she would rather I wear these because they hold so much. She peed 4 times in them today while we were out, she pointed out. She figured I needed to start off with thin tiny diapers because she knows I like to wear tight pants. I didn’t really know what to say. She went to the van and brought in one of the two packs of Pampers in the box, set one on my table and told me the other one would stay in her van for diaper changes when we are out. I was embarrassed at her suggestion and boldness, but also still processing how I was able to pee in my pants while shopping and no one knew, and no mess either. Diapers really are an interesting solution.  She hugged me and told me she had to go. I went upstairs to remove my wet Pampers and get a shower. As the evening went on I settled down to watch TV and started to get really annoyed at what seemed like always having to get up to pee. I never really noticed just how much I do get up to pee until now. Trying to hold on until a commercial is extremely uncomfortable. Not to mention sometimes I start peeing as I am un-buttoning my jeans at the toilet resulting in having to toss my underwear into the laundry. I know I shouldn’t wait so long, but when you have a tiny bladder, and hate missing TV shows, Movies, social engagements, etc. you tend to get into the habit of trying to hold it  until I am ready to burst before running to the toilet. I have done this all of my life resulting in more than a few embarrassing accidents. My parents used to get so mad at me because of extra laundry, wet car seats, and occasionally the couch when I would, even at 12 years old, sit there watching the TV show, holding myself and peeing but refusing to get up and miss the show. By the time the show ended I didn’t have to pee anymore, the couch was soaked as were my pants. I remember when I was like 9 Dad actually put me in diapers one day thinking it was a punishment, only to find I would not bother with the toilet at all. I would just pee in my diaper on purpose and not get up. I had no shame, I was not embarrassed to be in a diaper then. 

          After the TV show was over, I went to pee again, put on my pajamas and went to bed. I woke up twice that night having to go pee and it took some time to get back to sleep each time. After breakfast, I drove to meet another friend for coffee at Flury’s Cafe. We chatted and had a couple refills before she had to get to a doctor appointment. We paid our bill, and I headed home. As you can expect, part way home my bladder started sending me super strong signals and I was doing kind of a pee pee dance while trying to drive. I was actually tightly holding myself as I pulled into my driveway. I got out and ran to the front door, put the key in and felt urine fill my panties and my crotch as I opened the door. I froze in place grabbing myself to stop the flow as urine ran down the inseam of my pants. I held myself tight waddling up the steps to the bathroom, more pee escaping me with almost every step. At this point my hand and pants were soaked. My jeans were wet down my inner thigh almost to my knees. I got in front of the toilet and let go of my crotch to undo my jeans and the pee came out of me full force again. I quickly turned around and stepped into the bathtub to let the rest of my pee out standing there in my jeans. I started thinking seriously about those Pampers on my kitchen table that Alice brought me. I removed my pee soaked shoes, jeans, panties, and turned on the shower to clean off my lower half and rinse out the tub. Rinsed out my panties, shoes, and jeans and hung them to drip dry on the shower rail as I dried off and headed to my room to get pants. Something inside me just strongly desired to try those Pampers again, so I zipped down stairs, and grabbed a couple from the bag and brought them upstairs. I put one on and then put my pants over them. I looked in my full length mirror and even though my pants were kind of tight, it was only when I bent over that you could tell at all I was wearing a diaper. So down the stairs I went and started making lunch.  I turned on the TV and rested in front of it while eating. Soon I had to pee again and got up and went to go pee. In the bathroom I pulled my pants down and that is when I remembered I had the diaper on. It was so comfortable that I forgot it was there. I pulled the tapes off, and sat on the toilet to pee. When done I was happy to be able to put it back on. This would work well for me. I could still use the toilet when needed, or I could go in my diaper if I needed to. 

         Then next time I had to pee later that afternoon, I worked on relaxing and peeing while sitting on the couch. The diaper worked very well. Being that I have a small bladder, I pee often but not a lot at a time. So the Pampers could easily hold two pees before leaking, I found out the hard way. Now the big test. Tomorrow I have to go to work. I could easily keep a couple Pampers folded up in my purse. This would be the live test of how this works. I put Pampers on that night before bed, and went to sleep. I woke up the first time and rolled on my back and let myself pee laying there. The Pampers held it all with no problem. I drifted back to sleep. About 6 AM I woke up having to pee again. I let it out but the results were not good. By the time I was done peeing I was soaked half way up my back, and my bed sheets were soaked too. Needless to say, I got up at 6 instead of 7 that morning to clean up. I put a couple pampers and a skirt in my bag for work. Then I put on a diaper and my work outfit, ate breakfast and headed to work. I got to my desk, and started working with my morning coffee in hand. By 9 AM I had to pee, and went to the ladies room and removed my Pampers, and peed in the toilet. I put the Pampers back on, washed my hands and went back to my desk to work. Around 10:30 I had to pee again, and also had a rush on some forms that needed to be done by 10:45. This was the perfect opportunity to test the Pampers. I let myself pee sitting right there at my desk, and continued working. I felt my urine coming out fast at first, then it slowed to a stop. I felt my crotch under my desk. My skirt was dry. I smiled and went back to work on the documents. 

         Once the job was completed I walked them over to my boss, and then logged out of my computer and headed to lunch. After eating I had to pee again, I walked to the bathroom, pulled down my jeans, sat on the toilet and peed again in my Pampers. They were very full now and might have leaked, so it is a good thing I was on the toilet. I stood up, took them off and wiped myself clean. I rolled the Pampers up into a ball and taped them up. Then I put on a fresh diaper, pulled my skirt up and put the wet pampers into my purse. After I left the stall, I made sure no one was looking, then I quickly dropped my wet pampers into the trash bin covering them with paper towels. I washed my hands and headed back to my desk. At 2 PM we had a meeting to go to. The meeting was going to take place out in the courtyard. I finished up my work, found the notes for the meeting and headed outside with the others. Standing there, I felt a strong urge to pee and started to head back to the building, but my boss quickly grabbed my arm and guided us all to the shaded area in the back and started his comments. By 2:20 my need to pee was getting really bad, I raised my hand and asked if we could get a bathroom break because I had to go bad as I crossed one leg over the other. He said yes, I will be done in a few more minutes. Other girls there agreed, we all had to pee. My boss continued his talk and I was starting to do a little pee pee dance as were several other girls there. I looked at the clock at 2:50 and it seemed like he would never stop talking. I was now getting quite bored with his speech as this segment didn’t even pertain to me. Suddenly I got a super strong urge and felt urine start flowing out of me. My face turned red and I panicked squeezing my muscles as hard as I could while trying not to be obvious. All of the sudden I noticed the urine was not pooling in my underwear or running down my legs, and I remembered the Pampers. I relaxed and let it out standing there with the others. It felt so good to not have to pee anymore and not have wet pants either. Finally at 3:10 he concluded the meeting. 4 of the ladies I work with ran full speed to the door to the bathroom. I casually walked over to the table my boss was at and told him I would get a bulletin out ASAP today on the new changes.

           He looked at me and said, “I thought you had to pee so bad?” My face got a little red and I responded “ nope, I don’t have to go anymore”. He looked down at my pants as if he thought I peed my pants. LOL I did but he will never know. My Pampers were more wet than normal being that I held it so long this time. Before I went home, I changed my Pampers again in the bathroom then drove home. On the way I stopped at Target to buy a couple things including more Pampers size 7. Ironically I peed in the diaper in the diaper aisle at the store. I arrived home and removed my work clothes. I put on a t-shirt and went downstairs in my Pampers and shirt only to make dinner. I was starting to really like the convenience of Pampers. But I needed something better for night time. I don’t want a repeat of last night. But I don’t know what to get or where. I fought with myself for a while, worried about what Alice would think if she knew I was wearing them often now. I decided after a while to overcome my fears and call my friend anyhow for her advice. I first changed my Pampers into a fresh one knowing that she and I can talk for over an hour easily on the phone and I just had a Diet Coke. I got comfortable on the couch and picked up the phone nervously dialing her number. She answered and we started talking about work, her boyfriend, and other things. As predicted a few minutes into the phone call I had to pee again, and was able to let it out in my Pampers laying there on the couch. But this reminded me of the real reason for the phone call.  I broke into our conversation and said “I um……………..I have a personal question to ask you. I………well see, those Pampers you bought me………they don’t work at night, and I want ones that will get me through the night. Do you know what I should try and where to get them?” She was quiet on the other end for a moment then said “can I just come over now?” I was like, yeah sure I guess! She quickly said goodbye and headed over. Knowing she lives like 3 doors down I had to quickly get something on. I grabbed the first skirt in my drawer. It was a mini skirt, but it is still better than just being in Pampers. I went back down as the doorbell rang and she helped herself in.  

     She hugged me and set down a bag she had with her on my coffee table. She asked me to sit down which I did in my recliner not realizing my skirt would not cover anything in that position. She smiled and said “I am glad to see you like those Pampers. You should change soon though, you look pretty wet.” I was embarrassed as I looked down realizing I might as well have left the skirt off. She handed me some diapers, one was called a Megamax, and one was called Tranquility ATN. She left me 2 of each to try out. One was way more expensive than the other and she suggested I try both and see what works. She liked the Megamax herself because she pees a lot and wears them all the time, day and night. She flipped up her skirt to show me hers and she looked pretty wet. She told me she put it on at Noon. It was now almost 9 PM. That was impressive to me. I hugged her and said thank you. She left and I went to shower and head to bed soon for work in the morning. 

      After my shower, I came down and grabbed one of the ATN diapers, put it on and my pajamas and went to bed. It felt a little odd between my legs, but soon I was sound asleep. I woke up around midnight, having to pee, and let it out in my diaper and drifted back to sleep. Again around 5 AM I woke up and nervously let it out. I felt very wet after that pee but my bed was still dry. I went back to sleep until the alarm went off at 7. I got up and noticed my bed sheets were completely dry, but my diaper was soaked front to back. I had to pee again, but didn’t dare go in this diaper. I took it off, and went to pee on the toilet. I cleaned myself up and put on my Pampers and clothes for work. I got breakfast and my day was pretty much like yesterday except no meeting that day. At the end of the day I peed in my diaper because I was just lazy and didn’t want to get up. I drove home and that night tried the Megamax diaper. After the first pee in bed, I could hardly tell I had peed at all. The second pee was also contained very well in the diaper. By morning I felt dry though the diaper had swelled up quite a bit. I got up and peed again standing there at my mirror brushing my hair. I went down and made breakfast and just stayed in that diaper until time to get my Pampers on for work. This was definitely my new go to diaper for home and night time. I emailed Alice and let her know my choice and she gave me the web page to purchase them for myself. 

        In just a few weeks of being back in diapers 24/7, I have found myself waking up already peeing in my diaper at night, and sometimes during the day I just let it out without thinking. I am going through 3 Pampers a day now at work which has me thinking about getting bigger pants and just wearing a Megamax like Alice does all the time. I don’t know though, I like my tight jeans and shorter skirts. Though I have noticed when my Pampers are really wet, there is a noticeable bulge in the crotch of my jeans when I am sitting down. I am just not sure if I have the nerve yet to wear a Megamax and never use a toilet again. 

        While out one day at the Mall I was standing at the food court in line to get a piece of Pizza and a Diet Coke. As I stood there the urge to pee hit me, almost without a thought I let it out in my Pampers under my tight shorts. As I finished peeing, the line moved up closer to the counter. I stepped up to the guy in front of me, turned around to see how long the line was now, only to meet face to face one of the most handsome men I have ever seen in my life. He looked at me as we just looked into each other’s eyes. I swear I melted looking at him. He introduced himself to me, and reached out to shake my hand. As he touched me I felt my body go numb and weak and I started to pee again. I thought to myself, My God, I am glad I have this diaper on. Then my face turned red as I realized I was meeting this man, while standing here in wet Pampers under my shorts. All of the sudden I became so self conscious I almost wanted to run. His voice was so gentle and smooth I was mesmerized. I have never believed in love at first sight until now. This man just made me melt. He asked if I would have lunch with him and I just nodded. I could not even speak. We walked up to order our food and drinks and then got a table and began to get to know each other. Before I knew it, almost 2 hours had passed. He said he had to go and thanked me for our time together and for giving him my phone number. We stood up and I suddenly had to pee so bad I could hardly stand still. He walked up to me, put his arms around me, and kissed me right on the lips. As I was kissing him, I started peeing in my already soaked Pampers. I didn’t even care at the moment. I was seeing fireworks in my mind. He walked away and told me he would call me tonight. As I finished peeing and came back down to earth it was then that I realized my Pampers had failed me. My shorts were soaked in the back and crotch, as well as up the front. Pee was running down my legs and small drip puddles of pee were on the floor. People all around me were just staring at me as I took off fast walking to the bathroom. While I was embarrassed a little, I was still on cloud 9 meeting Greg. 

         In the ladies room I removed my shorts and dripping wet Pampers. It was only then that reality hit me that I had totally peed my pants in public. I cleaned myself up the best I could, Put on a fresh Pampers diaper then stood there deciding if I should dry my shorts in the hand dryer, or just put them back on wet and go home.  I decided to dry the shorts. I already had no dignity now, so screw it I thought. I walked out of the stall in just Pampers and my top and began to blow dry my shorts. Other women came into the bathroom and gave me odd looks. Once my shorts were mostly dry, I put them on, grabbed my bag and headed through the mall to my car to go home. Greg called me as planned that night and wisely I had put on a Megamax diaper before the phone call. I am to the point now where I can hardly hold it at all. This had me concerned that Greg would not like me in diapers, but he might hate me worse if I peed all over him and his car……….maybe! Our first date was this Friday night. I was going to wear a Megamax under a dress. This way if I think I am about to get lucky, I will go and take it off. And otherwise I get to spend every moment with him not having to go pee all night. 

        That Friday he picked me up and we drove off to begin our night. As the night went on as planned I would just sit there or stand with him and pee in my diaper when I had to go, allowing us to spend all of our time together. He actually had to go pee a couple times and I waited outside the bathroom door like a little girl for him to return. As the night went on, we took a walk through the city enjoying the night air. By this time I was really starting to get soaked. I was worried about my diaper leaking. It was so thick between my legs I was starting to walk a little funny even. But I didn’t want this night to end. As we returned to our cars, he held me tight and we kissed passionately at the car. He said I really want to bring you home with me tonight. I replied I really want to go home with you tonight but I……….have to do something first. He pulled me close and whispered in my ear. “I hope I do not embarrass you by saying this, but I would be very turned on if I could change your diaper.” I jumped back shocked, embarrassed, confused, and part of me wanted to lie and say I was not wearing one then laugh it off, while another part of me wanted him to do anything he wanted to me. He quickly pulled me close again and said “please, it is a compliment. I find it very sexy.” As he pulled my hand down to feel just how hard he was. I was so horny that I decided it was more important to get some tonight then care about him knowing I am in diapers. I told him I needed to get my spare diaper from my car. He walked me over to my car and began feeling me up and down and playing with my soaked diaper under my skirt. We walked back to his car, and drove to his house for a night of the most passionate love making and most comfortable sleep I have ever had in my life.