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~ fidgeting / hip movements

~ potty dancing

~ leaking

~ quiet, small whimpers / gasping / whining 

~ teasing / bullying someone who is holding

~ someone being condescending to the desperate person

~ “aww poor baby”

~ “are you going to have an accident”

~ the word potty vs bathroom (>⸝⸝⸝<)

~ pushing on their bladder

~ blushing / getting teary-eyed

~ visible wet spots on clothing

~ someone trying so so hard to hold it but ultimately wetting themselves

~ having to ask permission and then being told no

~ begging / “please”

~ physically being denied the bathroom (tied up, locked out, in a car, being held down, …) (//◉_◉//)

~ desperation

~ humiliation

but either way, she ends up buying them. tells herself it's just to try wearing them, not to use. she plans to spend her night off watching movies on the couch, and decides to put one on. seems like a good enough time; there's no one around to see it bunch up or hear the crinkling. and she's home, so she can take it off as soon as she starts feeling weird about it.

and when she goes to change into it, she has to make a conscious effort to ignore how wet she is already.

it's embarrassing how comforting she finds the padding. she has to sit there for a moment just to process it. it's so soft, and so much more comfortable than the panties she usually wears.

she shakes off her thoughts and goes back to the couch, settling in with a snack and a drink. maybe some wine? starts sipping on it as the movie begins. the diaper fades to the back of her mind as she fades into tipsy, relaxed bliss.

but an hour or so later, she feels her bladder start to fill. the little twitch takes her mind off the show, even though it isn't that bad yet. the frustration at having to pause the movie and get up is at the forefront of her mind. the couch is just so comfy, and she's warm, and the bathroom is so far away-

and without thinking about it, she finds herself shifting her position on the couch a little bit. adjusting her hips and back so she's sitting up straighter. her eyes dart around the room, a little shy despite being alone in the house, and then lock onto the screen. taking a deep breath in, she begins to let go.

just a little. a few drops, if that. the gasp she lets out at the feeling is obscene and far closer to a whine than she'd like to admit. her hands clench on the blanket as she begins to relax her bladder even more, allowing a larger spurt to escape. and god, it feels good. the relief, even to her half-full bladder, is sweet and perfect and motivation enough to keep going.

with a sigh, she relaxes her body and lets go. her head falls back against the couch as her stream starts, tentative but soon strong. the movie is long-since forgotten; the only thought in her mind is "i'm peeing, i'm peeing, i'm peeing." the relief is amazing, and the feeling of getting it while sitting in her living room is so weird. but to her surprise, she doesn't hate it.

(understatement of the year.)

I belong in diapers because I have accidents in my big girl panties

I belong in diapers because I feel safe in them

I belong in diapers because I look cute in them

I belong in diapers because I like pooping my pants

I belong in diapers because I’m too stupid to make it to the potty in time

I belong in diapers because I’m immature

Welcome to my story blog! My main blog is @destinedfordiapers, but I'm using this blog for my longer stories. All eight of my stories are here.

To make it easier for everyone to find them, I've curated the search function on my blog by individual story names. I'll also try to link each part or chapter to this, but I may forget. In any case, just click the magnifying glass and the following stories will come up:

My New Babysitter: Ever wonder what it's like to have a babysitter your own age? To desperately want to be treated as the adult you think you are, despite being babysat by a beautiful woman who's responsible for your diapers? To maybe, just maybe, find a woman that's interested in you, diapers and all?

Then read along with Jack and his life with his new babysitter.

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight

Sammy's Little Problem: In a world where humans have evolved into three distinct genetic categories: Caregivers, Neutrals, and Littles, everyone is Classified on their last day of high school. What happens to the those who've mapped out their whole life—dreaming of college, careers, and relationships—only to find out they're heading straight back to diapers?

Follow Samantha on her journey to becoming the Little she never wanted to be, but forced to become.

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three, Twenty-Four, Twenty-Five, Twenty-Six, Twenty-Seven, Twenty-Eight, Twenty-Nine.

All Part of the Plan: A collaboration with Boys R Babies about a man who suddenly finds himself having accidents and forced into diapers. His girlfriend seems to be enjoying his diapered descent more than he ever expected...

I had a little accident

I had ... a ... kind of a ... big accident

don't rub there anymore, I'm gonna have an accident ...!

I went accident on the bed :(

not sure if I little-girl accident or big-girl accident

do you wanna go accident on me daddy O~O

I accident in my pull-up ...

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