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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how I got into kinks and my exploration phases and I have some pretty great stories that I wanted to write down to keep track of them all. This one is about a planned desperation that quickly turned into an unintentional accident.

First few years exploring kinks I’d had a plenty of planned wettings in clothes, times I’d set aside just for holding or playing around with desperation, but I had never had so much as a leak that wasn’t planned. I always chose to end it. Because I had such good control I never really worried about accidents, but I always wanted to try and see if my body could lose control on its own.

During the end of high school and early college my family went on mini vacations because of my dad’s job and I stopped wanting to go because I loved having the house to myself for a long weekend, sometimes even up to a week. On this particular trip they were gone for 9 days.

I had just turned 18 a few months before and had bravely ordered some pull-ups and a sample pack of diapers to try out, but hadn’t timed when I’d get a chance to use it because I was too afraid of having to dispose of them in secret. The first four days I just held on and off, had a few wettings in clothes, but I was saving the diapers for when my control started to waver.

It was mid fall, the weather pretty chilly, but not too cold. I decided to wear the first diaper right after I had breakfast and got ready for the day. I drank and ate as normal and began a long hold. Around 4 pm I was getting a little desperate, maybe a 7/10 or so, when some friends asked if I wanted to catch a movie. Now here is where I should have just taken the diaper off, used the bathroom, and put it back on when I got home, but no. I’d already messed with the tapes a bunch and I didn’t want to take it off. I lived within a 10-20 minute walking distance from the theater so it wouldn’t be a big deal.

To conceal everything I put on a baggy sweater, knee length circle skirt, and knitted leggings. Nothing’s was too bulky and ther was no noise from the diaper since it wasn’t plastic back. We ended up meeting around 6:30 and by this point my need was very much consuming my mind. This is the point of the desperation where I would be holding myself, but the bulkiness of the diaper kept my legs apart and I was now with a group of friends.

Movie started at 7 so I got some concessions. Popcorn and a large Icee to share with a friend. After I ordered she told me she wanted a different flavor and ended up ordering herself her own. Perfect. I sat in the aisle seat which wasn’t unusual. My friends know I like sitting on the end whenever we go out and I don’t like being next to strangers so nothing was suspicious.

The previews started and I was counting down the time. I figured I could hold it at least another hour and if anything got too bad I’d excuse myself towards the end of the movie and just abandon the unused diaper in the bathroom.

An hour in and I wasn’t paying attention to the screen. Independent films always came to our theater so it wasn’t a big title or anything I’d wanted to really see so I wasn’t missing anything. I started rocking and moving in my seat a little. I’m always fidgeting and not sitting still so my friends were none the wiser. I’d pulled my feet up under myself, sitting on my knees just trying to press into myself as much as I could.

15 minutes go bye and I’m trying to debate what to do. I thought the movie might be over and I keep checking the time, trying to see if I should just wait. I keep nervously taking sips, taking small bites of popcorn, all the while trying to clench my legs. My friends are getting into the movie and just as I’m thinking I should get up I start to leak a bit. It catches me off guard and only a little comes out before I stop it. My heart starts pounding as I look around. Quickly I grab my phone to look up the movie. What I thought was a typical hour and a half filmed turned out to be 2 hours and 15 minutes. My brain starts thinking about previews and how long I’ve been sitting when another leak happens. I quickly cut it off and squeeze my legs hard.

I know there is no way I could hold it for another 45 minutes to an hour so I sit back in my seat. I pull my arm that was facing the aisle into my sweater and quickly move it into the waist band of my skirt, gripping onto myself for dear life. This works for a few minutes, but the waves of desperation keep crashing down, every one bringing on leaks. For half an hour I continue just slowly losing control, but still fighting. I’d completely tuned out the screen, just breathing heavily as I try to hold it. The diaper isn’t very wet in my hand as I press it into myself, but I can feel every leak.

I don’t remember the movie or what it was about, but I remember one distinct part where someone yells and glass breaks because the loud noise caught my attention for a moment. I look at the screen and watch a moment of characters arguing and before I even realize it there is a rapid spreading between my legs. I snap back, looking down at myself and pressing my hand as hard as it will go, but nothing helps. It started slow, but quickly turned into me peeing full force without any way of stopping. I could hear a tiny hissing sound and tried to shift away from the seat so I could try not to leak. I sat up a bit on my knees and my body trembled as it finally let go. The feeling of relief was nothing I’d ever experienced. It felt like it would go on forever but finally after 2 minutes it began to taper down and a new feeling took over.

Remembering I was in public and there was nothing I could do about my ill timed arousal I put my legs down and relaxed into my seat. After all of that I actually became thirsty and tired so I sipped on the rest of my drink for the remainer of the film.

It wasn’t until we were standing up after the credits that I realized I was already almost full again. Everyone stopped by the bathroom and I patiently waited for the big stall. When I went in I pulled my leggings down and surveyed the damage. As much as I had gone there was still space left in the diaper to my surprise. I took a few sneaky pics with my phone and decided to just sit on the toilet and go again. There was no way I was changing in public with a bathroom full of people. I flushed, washed my hands and joined my friends.

Now, this was mistake 2 of the night. It was almost 10 o’clock at night and my friends suggested we grab a quick dinner before heading out. I hadn’t eaten before the movie and the popcorn didn’t fill me up so now I was empty I was down for it.

We sat at a table with a booth. Before our food even arrived I felt myself going again. I had lost complete control over being able to hold. My bladder barely gave a warning before it emptied itself. We ate and I made some lame excuse about having to get up early and excused myself. Two of my other friends wanted to go as well so we walked out. I could feel myself having to pee again, but not wanting to even go to the bathroom. The diaper was so heavy between my legs I thought if I took my leggings off I wouldn’t be able to get them back on.

One of my friends offered to give me a ride, but I couldn’t sit back in the car and wait for her to drop my other friend off and then me so I told them I had a ride and I’d catch them later.

Walking home in the cold air was a challenge. Right before the entrance to my development there is a large over pass to the highway which meant climbing a hill. Going up I was quick in my movements, but I was already feeling the desperation too much. When I got to the top I paused, leaning against the wall that divided the sidewalk and street. I held myself for a few minutes before I started down the hill.

When I got to the bottom and turned into my gated community I knew I wasn’t going to make it home. I continued to walk, but just before I got to my street I started going again full force. I had to stop as my legs trembled. I felt the first leak as warmth began to hit my legs, trailing down the inside and onto the sidewalk. I was stunned, just standing there until I finished. I looked down at the puddle around my feet for a minute. I all but ran home, getting inside I rushed to the bathroom to look at myself. My leggings were soaked as I took them off. I remember the feeling off seeing myself in a soaked diaper, looking at myself from all angles. I kept it on for the rest of the night and had some fun playtime in my bathtub where I couldn’t make any mess.

I’ve been seriously conflicted about posting this as I do not support minors in the community and do not support the participation of kinks with anyone under age. However, I started writing to document the progression of my kinky interests and like many people they developed at a young age. So I wanted to include the story of the first time, and one of the few times, I wet in front of someone else.

To set the scene I was 13 and my best friend at the time Lily was also 13 and this was the summer before I was going to move to a new state. We’d been best friends since first grade and spent a lot of time together. Her house was on 30 Acres of land that was mostly woods. We made our own trails with 4 wheelers and walking around through the years. Lots of fun games of manhunt.

This particular afternoon we planned to go to a stream that ran throughout her property. It was like 2-3 feet deep so we used to play in it a lot. We woke up before sun rise and got ready. I remember her packing a bunch of snacks and waters, and we went down to get breakfast.

Her parents weren’t home because they worked in town so we always got free reign. We both wore jeans and T shirts, along with our breathing suites underneath. It wasn’t too hot yet but we brought shorts Incase it was hot after the pool.

We’d gotten ready in such a hurry I remember I didn’t even go in the bathroom to brush my teeth, fix my hair, and more mportantly to use it. I didn’t think anything of it, we loaded up the 4 wheeler and started down one of the paths. She was driving and I sat behind her a little antsy. We stopped for a break and she handed me a juice box.

“Let’s leave it here. We don’t want to pop a tire like last time,” Lily said parking the 4 wheeler.

“You’re right. Can you carry the bag and I’ll carry the bucket?” I asked. Anything we collected went into a 5 gallon bucket. We carried a machete in it to cut up cactus or branches along the trail. Had to make our own fun.

“Sure. Finish that so we can leave the trash here,” she handed me the rest of her water bottle and I drank it down. The sun had started to rise the humidity aired with the heat made me thirsty. I collected the trash and we started walking.

The stream was about 30 minutes away from where me parked and Lily was walking particularly slow. I tried hurrying her along knowingnonce we set up to swim I could go find a spot to use the bathroom.

I was so focused on holding I didn’t even realize we had turned onto a different trail.

“I thought we were going swimming,” I said.

“We are. I want to get some prickly pears first,” she said.

“Can we get them on the way back?” I asked.

“Let’s just bring them and we can have them with lunch. What’s the rush?”

“Nothing. It’s just hot out here,” I said following her. We found a cactus big enough and I waited as she cut the prickly pears off and removed needles with a knife, throwing them into the bucket. It was heavy now which meant it was easier to carry with 2 hands. I felt myself getting pretty desperate, not knowing if Id make it the now 50 minute walk to the stream.

Lily seemed to be completely ignoring my shuffled walk. I had to keep speeding up to keep up with her. She was already half a foot taller than me and always walked with bigger strides.

“Can we stop a minute?”

“We jut had a break,”

“I know, I just need to pee quick,” I said.

“This isnt a good area. Let’s just get to the stream,” she said turning back around. I didn’t say anything just kept walking. By some miracle I made it to the stream. I putthe bucket down and took my shoes off. The bank was covered in small stones. I was about to dash back for the woods, but Lily grabbed my hand. “Just wait,”

“Stop, I really need to pee. I’ll be right back,”

“Why do you think I was giving you all that juice this morning. Come on Kaz, just hold it,” Lily said. I was shocked silent. She started leading me over to the boulders by the water. Large smooth rocks we often tanned on or payed on after swimming to dry off. She had to help me climb up because I was near shaking.

I sat down with my hands in my crotch, holding myself for the first time. My jeans were not forgiving and didn’t help much as I tried to hold it. Without saying anything she moved my hands and straddled my waist.

“Lily, I’m really gonna pee myself. I’m n-not kidding,” she smiled and just pushed on my bladder. I was speechless as I started full force wetting my pants. She moved a hand between my legs as she sat there. It went on forever and I realized after coming to my senses a bit that she was going too.

I’d seen her pee in some pretty… interesting places when we played manhunt. I thought she was just competitive and didn’t care bout peeing herself while hiding up a tree because she didn’t want to blow her cover.

When she was done she got off of me and lay down next to me. I remember how warm the rock was and how warm my jeans felt against my skin. I made her help me take them off and we rinsed our clothes off, laying them on the rocks to dry before going swimming.

So this was during my first semester of college. My campus isn’t that big and not too far from my house so I sometimes rode my bike there. I made the very stupid choice of picking a 7 o'clock class and since it takes me about a little under and hour to get to school on my bike I had to leave extremely early. Many mistakes were made that morning. I got up late, left without using the bathroom, got tea before class instead of going to bathroom cause I only had a few minutes and not time for both, and I parked my bike by the front entrance of the school instead of the rack right outside the building I was in. It was a short class, only worth 2 credits, and lasted a little under an hour. I wasn’t really worried, I drank the tea because I was still tired and not fully awake even after the bike ride. All was well at first. I made it until the end of class, then I realized I only have ten minutes between my classes.

My other class is all the way on the other side of campus, up three flights of stairs. Usually if I power walk I can make it in five minutes. I figured I could go to the bathroom there once I got to the building. Only there was no way I was power walking. I wasn’t like on the verge of losing it yet but I had to go pretty bad and walking quickly or running wasn’t happening. I got there like three minutes before class, about to use the bathroom and take the penalty of being late, but then I realized we weren’t in the classroom and instead we were in the computer lab, which was a few buildings over. I was screwed pretty much. I walked as quickly as I could and got there like right before my professor locked the door. If you got locked out he didn’t open it for you for fifteen minutes which I should have just accepted it. Nope. Nope stupid me thought I could make it through a two hour lecture. Absolutely not. I made it about half way until I realized it was not gonna be able to hold it until the end of class. The computer chairs were not forgiving, not to mention how close I was sitting to people. Tapping and shuffling my legs was drawing attention to myself and I couldn’t even focus on my assignment.

I checked the time, trying to work out in my mind how much longer I’d have to wait. A really desperate wave hit me causing me to clench tightly. It was the feeling I got when I was reaching my limit and only had a few minutes to get to a bathroom. We get a penalty if we left early, but I didn’t care. I knew it was a lull between classes so not many people would be walking around yet so I quickly saved all my documents, packed up my stuff, and slipped out the door.

The building I was in was about halfway in between campus. There is a an overpass on the second level of campus which overlooked the courtyard and main entrance. I decided my best bet was to go back downstairs and into the library on the first floor to use the bathroom. Got down the first flight of stairs and realized if I didn’t hold myself I would be in trouble. I took tiny steps down the second flight, holding myself and trying to walk as inconspicuous as I could. Right as I got to the bottom I started to leak. These stairs were outside and I’d have to go in a building, down a hall and to the back of the library to get to the nearest bathroom. I didn’t want to run through the library holding myself so I thought I’d go to the building near the entrance where my bike was instead. At least then I could walk outside and not around as many people.

This is the first story in a serious of stories where I’ve almost got caught wearing diapers/ pull-ups or almost got caught wetting myself or in wet clothes.

To preface, I have a pretty strong bladder that holds a decent amount. Growing up in a big house you learn quick that bathrooms aren’t always available. Now, whenever I have time or whenever I’m in the mood I like to do holds. I don’t always hold to capacity or for long periods of time and I’m always safe about knowing my limits.

Before this insident I’d been holding on and off for a little over a week. I was practicing holding for the day and wetting myself at night. This had started to seriously weaken my bladder and I’d find myself leaking into my panties without very much warning. I thought I’d give myself a break. Knowing my bladder was weak I decided to wear pull-ups to catch any leaks.

I had ordered some stuff online that was being shipped to a store location at my local mall. Me and a friend decided to make a day of it. I wore a pair of jeans and a long shirt to make sure I was covered up well and off we went.

Things were good, we decided to shop around before I picked up my order so I didn’t have to lug it around the whole time. There was a boba tea place that we visit every time we go so I was sipping on that while she shopped around. I wasn’t interested in getting any clothes, but half way through my tea I realized I had to pee. I picked something off the shelf and went into the dressing room.

I’d over extended my ability to hold so much that once I got a warning to go I only had a few minutes to find somewhere otherwise I’d start leaking. I took my pants down and slowly went into my pull-up to make sure it didn’t leak. It wasn’t much at all, but I thought it was better to empty. Since it wasn’t ull yet I pulled my pants back up and left the dressing room.

We grabbed a quick lunch before heading to pick up my package. My stomach wasn’t feeling right and I had eaten a decent lunch and drank both the rest of my tea and half a bottle of soda with my lunch. I decided it would be my best bet to head to the bathroom on the way out to go and to change.

Standing waiting for a sales clerk to get my package from the back I realized I could feel my pull-up epanding. I looked down briefly, frozen in place because there was nothing I could do to stop it. I tried to move my legs a bit apart so there would be more room as I soaked myself.

“And here you go ma’am,” the store clerks once startled me. I have a small smile as I took the box from them.

“Thanks so much,” I said before turning to go.

“You good Kaz? You got some sauce or something on your pants,” my friend said. My heart started beating fast as I looked down. There was a tiny circle on my thigh where my pull-up must have leaked.

“Yeah, I dropped some sweet and sour sauce on my pants while we were eating,” I quickly covered.

“I wanna run into Charolette Russe quick they are having their happy hour sale right now,”

“Yeah sure,” I said. It was in the direction of where we parked so it didn’t hurt to stop on the way out. We walked towards the store and I tried to stop my slight waddle. I could tell thenpullup was decently full and I didn’t want to squish it anymore than I was. We went in and I pretended to browse the racks as I sneakily checked myself for more leaks. There was another tiny spot on the back of my jeans, but it was being covered by my shirt.

I looked around for my friend to see if she found anything when it happened again. I was so shocked I stopped dead in my tracks and someone walking behind me almost ran into me. I grabbed the first thing off a rack near me and rushed towards the dressing room. I had to wait for one to be unlocked, all the while having a mini panic attack.

Once inside I ripped my jeans off and continued going. Tiny leaks hit my thighs, but nothing got on the floor. I had no idea what I was going to do. The pull-up was full, I could feel it not absorbing everything, the outside was lightly damp to the touch, and I knew if I put my jeans back on I would surely make it leak.

I had extra pull-ups, grocery bags to tie used ones up in befor I threw them out, and wiped in my purse but my purse wasn’t big enough to hold a used pullup in. I stood there, staring at myself in the mirror working through possible options in my head, so deep in my thought I didn’t hear the knock on the door. A sales clerk started opening the dressing room for another costumer thinking it was empty since I didn’t respond.

“Someone’s in here!” I said panicked, slamming the door back shut.

“Oh I’m sorry,” came a voice. The sudden movement made the pull-up leak more, a tiny rivulet running down my leg and onto the floor. I looked down, getting lost in thought again until my phone went off. I read the text, my friend was waiting in the checkout line.

Now I’m against public wettings and subjecting others to my kink without consent. I don’t like the idea of leaving a mess behind for someone else to clean either. I knew I couldn’t live with myself if I changed my pull-up and left my used on behind.

Instead I broke holes into on of my grocery bags and carefully pull it my legs as make shift plastic pants. I put my jeans on and left them unbuttoned before wiping the tiny puddle on the floor and throwing the wipe into my purse.

I left the dressing room and put the random shirt I grabbed on the return rack. My hands shook as I text my friend back I wasn’t buying anything and I’d meet them in the bathroom that was near where we came in.

I walked as quickly as I could towards the bathroom. I knew I shouldn’t have but I went into the family bathroom and shut the door. I took my pants off again along with the plastic bag and took one last good like. I was completely soaked. I tied the used pull-up into the groceries bag, cleaned off, made sure I was empty before putting another pull-up on and a grocery bag over it for good measure. My pants looked a little bulky but if I got my friends car wet I’d never be able to live that down.

Part 2 in the almost got caught series. Way back when, before the scandal of not treating their animals properly, I used to frequent Sea World. I had pretty great water parks in my town, shout out to Schlitterbahn my home away from home growing up, but something about Sea World always got me excited.

Ive never been into roller coasters as they used to frighten me a lot, but I had been peer pressured into riding a few of them growing up. Since I had a pass to Sea World I want a lot with my family, and sometimes my friends got to tag along. This meant I was prone to trying to act brave and hang with them. My older siblings had their friend too so the older kids sort of tried to make us do things whenever we went.

On this ocassion I had my best friends at the time with me Jessie and Lily, you guys know Lily, and my brothers had a few of their friends. Lily was an absolutely fearless person so whenever my brothers and their friends wanted to go on a roller coaster she agreed to it and we somehow ended up in line.

I went on one, I can’t even remember the name, and that was it for me. I got dizzy and my heart stayed pumping for a while so I decided not to join them on the others. Since we weren’t allowed to be by ourselves I had to wait in line with them. Jessie convinced Lily that after every roller coaster we could go do something I wanted to do since I was just waiting in lines most of the day. Of course Lily chooses the next coaster to be one of the more popular ones that had a huge line.

It was midday and my legs and feet were already hurting from standing around so I asked if I could just wait by the line exit so I could sit down until they got off the ride. They agreed and my oldest brother said to keep a look out and make sure our parents didn’t come by and see me on my own.

I sat in the shade on a ledge for what I thought was 30 minutes waiting and waiting. I drank a lot of water after the roller coaster I went on because I felt dizzy. Everyone had been worried I had heat stroke or was going to pass out. The water slowly started catching up with me now that I wasn’t in the sun or sweating as much.

Another 30 minutes passed and I started to fidget. I figured they would be off the ride soon and I didn’t want to be gone when they did. The bathroom was right across from the exit so as soon as I joined them me and my friends could go and be on our way.

I wasn’t really sure how much time was passin, no real way to tell, but I was listening to music and after every few songs I guessed about how much time had passed. It became a challenge with myself. One more song and they should be out. One more song.

I stood up to see if I could peer into the exit and see them coming, no luck. I had my bathing suite on under my clothes for when we would go to the water park. The one piece wasn’t helping at all with my growing need.

I abandoned listening to music and decided I’d run to the bathroom. I ran quickly towards the entrance only to see a long line snaking out of the door. I went back to the ride and sat on the ledge crossing my legs. I knew I couldn’t wait in line because they wouldn’t see where I went. I knew if I waited for them to come off of the ride before I went to the bathroom I wouldn’t be able to hold it in line.

I stood up to look around to see if there was another bathroom near by or something I could do. I couldn’t just pee on the ground. I unbuttoned my shorts and slipped my pants off, pretending like I was getting something from my backpack. I thought maybe I could pee sitting down on the ledge but there were too many people around. I started leaking onto the concrete and I saw my tiny dribbles on the side of the ledge and froze up super nervously.

I slowly stood up, still dribbling and walked behind a trashcan for cover. It wasn’t hiding much and I knew if anyone looked on the ground they would see, but I couldn’t hold it anymore. I just spread my legs a little and let go. Some of it hit the side of the trashcan, but most ended up on the ground and a little river leading away from my feet. I finished and looked down at my bathungsuite. Only the crotch was wet and I figured if I sat in the sun on the ledge it would dry.

Of at that moment the group was exiting the ride. I quickly pulled my shorts back on and sat down.

“Hey, so where to?” Jessie asked.

“Um, let’s go see a show,” I suggested.

“Just meet back at the water park where mom is before the Shamoo show,” my oldest brother said.

“Okay,” I said trying to get away as quickly as possible. When we were walking I felt a bit of chafing, looking down I saw the crotch of my denim shorts was a little dark. I had no way of checking the wet spot until I sat down on the bench near the stage of the show. It was notisably dark between my legs and you could see the spot at the very buttom of the back of my shorts.

I sat there, panicking and willing for the spot to go away. We got up from the show and I couldn’t believe it, I had to go again. We had a bit of time before the show so I suggested we go get in the wave pool. We were wading around for a bit waiting for the next round of waves.

“Gonna jump out and go put more sun screen on. My shoulders are starting to burn,” Jessie said.

“Want me to come?” I asked.

“No you guys can stay here,” Jessie said.

“Okay, we will wait next to the ladder for you,” Lily said. She climbed out and as soon as she started walking away Lily pushed me slightly. I watched her move away, spreading her legs a little. I knew exactly what she was doing. Without saying anything I did the same and she just have me a little smile.

They rest of the day went on without incident. I did however notice Lily look at my ass a few times. I think she definitely saw my shorts, but I pretended it wasn’t a big deal.

Just a quick story of one of the incidents I had while I was sick.

As I’ve said before I’m not incontinant. I do ocassionally hold too long and have accidents, but I’m pretty good at holding and knowing my limits. When I’m sick however, that all goes out the way and instead I’m like a potty training toddler.

Depending on how sick I am I’ll just wear pull-ups so I don’t have to get out of bed. But once I start to feel better I try to stay out of them. It never ends very well

After 4 days of non stop fever and head aches and sniffling I was left with a mild cough and feeling slightly less lethargic. I was surprised when I woke up completely wet. I’ve only ever wet the bed twice while sick so it was a bit of a shock. Luckily the goodnights caught it all. I cleaned up, took a warm bath and as I was getting dressed I decided I’d wear just for the morning.

I had a lite breakfast and sat down at my computer with a large mug of tea. I played video games for a while before I started feeling tired again and laid back down. I didn’t expect to fall asleep but I must have dozed off. I woke up feeling myself getting warm. I sat up too quickly, hitting my head on the ceiling (thank you loft bed) and put a hand between my legs to stop it. I struggled down the ladder and into the bathroom where I luckily finished in the toilet.

It went like this the rest of the day. Rushing to the bathroom to try not to wet myself with mostly successes. I didn’t have energy to do much so I made a pillow fort on the floor and just cuddled up with some stuffies. I had just taken a round of medicine and was waiting for it to kick in.

I was nibbling dry cereal to try and get something in my system when all of a sudden I got a cough attack. Nothing was coming up so I didn’t think I needed to get up until I realized the coughing triggered something else. I stood slowly, my head spinning and shuffled into the bathroom. I pulled my pants down, but I was so groggy I just stood there, pants and pull-up by my knees peeing myself.

I looked down and watched it splatter into my pull-up and bits trickling into my pants. My eyes were still really heavy so I leaned against the sink until I was finished.

Warning: Mention of marijuana use.

Earlier this summer my roommate and I had a mini vacation to the beach. One of our friends just graduated an invited us to stay for a week. This was in a state that weed is legal and since I’d never tried it I thought it would be a super idea. Course I did.

After one hit from a bong I was completely gone. The first thing I noticed was I felt like I was in a claymation and that I couldn’t feel my… princess parts let’s say. Like at all. It felt tingly, over sensitive, but mostly just numb.

I got through the first day just fine, but my roommate Jacklyn had the forsite to help me put a pull-up on before bed. We’d been living in a dorm style set up, knew about each other’s kinks, and she was a Little, but very Lowkey. She jokingly told me before the trip to pack pull-ups from our stash and I’m so glad I did.

That morning I woke up having felt like I had the best sleep of my life, but also super wet. We were sharing a room and she just laughed at me cause I didn’t even remember her helping me put the pull-up on.

I showered, changed and we all did a bit of shopping. We stopped at a smoke shop and were offered a sample of what I know know it Kratom? I had no idea what it was at the time, but being in the adventurous mood I was we all took mystery fucking pills from a dude in a smoke shop 😂.

I felt mildly affected by them after an hour but not too much. We went to the beach for a while, walked around, and a few hours later when it got dark we brought a bubbler down and all did a hit.

Now. I’ve never done drugs before. I hardly even drink, but let me tell you. Smoking after taking 10, Yes TEN, Kratom pills was like hitting an activation button. Me and Jacklyn were hit with this intense energy. Like we’d been in the sun all day, super drained, and all of a sudden we were a go.

We threw all our stuff upstairs and started sprinting down the beach in the dark. I’m sure we looked like fools we were laughing and I was super high and we just kept running.

After a while we realized how far from our beach house we were and started the walk back. A few of our friends were walking ahead of us, some had gone street side to walk back, but me and Jacklyn were walking hand in hand down the beach because it was near pitch black and I was so buzzed I was afraid of falling over.

Jacklyn kept stopping to pick up shells and stick them in her pocket for safe keeping. We’d made it to a lifeguard station and she leaned me against the wooden beam so she could make sure I stayed upright while she checked where we were.

I had no warning, one second we were talking and giggling and the next second I felt wet. I put my hand between my legs and I felt the dampness and leaks coming out.

“Jay, Jay help,” I said. She looked at me and came over, touching my shorts as small drips fell passed her hand and into the sand below.

“Kaz, you cant pee here,” she said jerking her hand away.

“I can’t help it. Pull my shorts down for me,” I asked dancing as I kept dribbling. She grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the water. As soon as my feet got wet I was going. She stood there with me and waited until I was finished before pushing me over and we went crashing into the water.

“Come on, they’ll be looking for us,”

She helped me walk back, both of us showing up to the house wet. Jacklyn told them we fell in the ocean. We got in our room and she brought me in the bathroom, standing me in the tub when I started peeing again by just the site of the toilet. She just laughed and shook her head at me.

I ended up in pull-ups the rest of the week when we weren’t swimming or at the beach. I didn’t trust myself not to wet in public and neither did Jacklyn.

The plan for the 17th, when the adult content ban comes in, is to protest.

To do that, we are making as much noise either side of the 17th as possible, and using the site as normal.

On the 17th, dead silence.

People are saying log off but what they really mean is don’t open the site or the app.

But, on the 17th make as much noise as possible on every other platform. Tweet about it and post on facebook and instagram and everywhere else.

What this does is causes a massive dip in ad revenue for one single day. That does not make staff think ‘oh everyone’s gone let’s shut down.’ What it actually makes them think is ‘oh shit people aren’t happy and if people don’t keep using our site we’re out of money and out of jobs.’

A boycott reminds a company that the users (consumers) have the power to make their site (business) worthless with one single coordinated decision.

If you want to join in, here’s what to do:

Do:

Close all open instances of the app and site on all your devices before the 17th

Make posts before and after the 17th on tumblr and other platforms, talking about why this ban is bad

Make posts on other sites during the 17th. Flood the official tumblr staff twitter and facebook with your anger and your opinion

Come back on the 18th and check in

Don’t:

Delete the app from your phone (this doesn’t affect their revenue and since it’s off the store at the moment it’ll be hard to get back)

Delete your account. I mean you can if you want to, but if you keep your account and don’t use it you’re saying to staff that there’s still time to save it. If you delete it’s hard work to come back.

Open the app or website (including specific blogs)

Make any posts (turn down/off your queue and make sure nothing is scheduled)

Go quiet elsewhere. Make it clear that this is just about tumblr, not a mass move away from all social media.

Remember: the execs don’t care about anything but money. Shutting down the site means there’s $0 further income from it. That’s their last possible course of action. If we make it clear we’re not happy, they’ll have to do something or we can do more and more until it becomes too expensive.

It’s finals week, I need to study, and I have the day off. This means, I’m doing a hold. My room is freezing so getting up to pee just isn’t in the agenda. Instead there shall be warm tea, hot cocolate, snacks, and my stupid textbooks.