#omustu

You found the girl at the end of the rainbow who needs a diapering!!! 🧷🍀🌈💚

-9am-

You wake up slowly, rolling over a few times and trying to hold on to sleep. As you come to you hear your partner watching videos on their phone quietly. Might as well get up if they already are.

"Hey," they say, seeing that you're up.

"Hey," you rub your eyes and cuddle into them.

You're expecting a cuddle back, but instead they reach under the covers and press their hand against your bladder.

"Hey!" You sit up suddenly. "What was that for?!"

"Just checking the tank," they say with a grin.

You glare down at them, but can't help the smile that spreads across your face.

-1 pm-

Neither of you are too desperate, yet. There's a little ache in your bladder, but you can ignore it as long as you're keeping busy. You catch your partner tapping their foot while you sit next to each other on the couch reading. One of their classic tells.

"Want to get lunch?" they ask you.

"Are you sure? It's generally frowned upon to piss yourself in public," you reply.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine. Maybe it's you we should be worrying about?"

You walk to a cafe nearby and grab a seat in the courtyard. There's a tiered fountain in the middle. The sound of the water running and bubbling seems especially loud today. You're sitting with your back to it but can see your partner staring at it with a slightly pained expression.

"Everything ok?" you ask.

"Perfect," they say, taking a large gulp from their water glass, and winking.

By the end of the meal you're both trying not to squirm in your metal chairs. They're squeaky, and you catch a sideways glance from another patron.

"We should go," you say after counting a few dollar bills to leave on the table.

"Good idea," they say.

You hold hands, and try not to grab at yourself on the walk home.

-3 pm-

"I'm going to put a pull-up on, just so I don't make a mess," you say.

You can tell that both of you are nearing the end. You've had a hand between your legs for nearly half an hour. You partner can't seem to focus on anything, switching between their phone, book, and tidying up around the house constantly. They're walking funny, as if they're trying to keep their thighs pressed together.

"So, you're saying you're gonna break first?" they say.

"No, I'm just taking the necessary precautions. We're both going to have to go eventually, so why not make the clean up a little easier?" You tug the pull-up up your thighs and leave your pants off.

"Seems to me like you're just getting a head start on your week in diapers," they smirk.

It's hard to come up with snarky responses when your bladder is screaming at you. You just roll your eyes.

"Why don't we watch something to try and take our minds off of it?" you say.

"Sure, you pick."

You end up choosing the first horror movie that pops up on the streaming service. Your partner glances at you with their eyebrows furrowed.

"...really?" they practically whimper. They're skiddish already, and jump scares certainly won't help their current predicament.

"Yup," you say, popping the "p" at the end.

It's not even ten minutes in, before any scares, when you hear a little gasp from next you. You whip your head to see your partner, leaning forward with both hands between their legs, rocking slightly. Their desperation is only making yours worse. The pressure in your bladder is nearly unbearable, and it feels like it's throbbing in rhythm with your heart beating. They let out a little whimper and look down at their lap.

"Any leaks?" you ask, secretly hoping they're leaking so that you can let go too.

"Mmph, no," they utter. It seems like even talking requires too much concentration from them right now.

Tense music starts to rise from the movie. It makes you tighten your whole body, your shoulders up around your ears, and knees pointing towards each other. Before any creature or axe-murderer can pop out though, the sound effect of a clap of thunder booms from the screen.

You gasp and feel a hot gush enter your pull-up. You try and clamp down, but it's no use. You're losing control and you can't stop it. At the same time you hear a yelp and turn to see your partner practically jump off the couch and onto the hardwood. Their hands are cupping their crotch over their jeans, but you can see a small wet spot start to form, which quickly turns into large spot and soon enough there are streaks down their legs. Meanwhile, your pull-up is barely keeping up with the river of pee rushing into it. You know you're going to leak, both from sheer volume and speed. You stand from the couch too, joining your partner on the hardwood. They have their face in their hands and are breathing heavily. As you shuffle over to them you feel a trickle on your leg. You're still going and the pull-up has reached its capacity at last. You feel incredible. Your endorphins are surging, relief and arousal pumping through you.

"You ok?" you ask.

They look up at you with a watery smile.

"Never better," they sigh. The sheer look of relief on their face is both relatable and adorable. "You?"

You can't articulate the feeling coursing through you, so you just give a big nod and grin. Your partner shifts and you can hear the liquid moving on the floor. You take a second to take in your surroundings. Their soaked jeans, and the sizable puddle at their feet. Your oversaturated and bulging pull-up, with glistening streaks down your own legs. The horror movie is still playing in the background, the characters screaming at something you missed while giving in to your desperation.

"So..." you say, not quite sure who won or lost.

Oh, you hate pads? So did I. I hated tampons and the cups too. Then I tried men’s pull-ups. You should totally try it sometime. The packaging even has a guy on it! You won’t get that with pads.

They’re grey too, not pastel pink with bows. They dont even make any sound when I take one out of my bag and open it. I actually have one right here.

Yeah it’s so quiet! And feel how soft I the inside is. Remember how pads feel like sitting on a paper towel? Doesn’t this just feel like a cotton ball?

You should totally try it on. We’re probably the same size. No one would even notice. I’m wearing mine right now and it just looks like Ive got a dick. Made me question the point of all those expensive pairs of packing underwear I’ve seen online.

The best part? The more you bleed the bigger your “dick” gets. It almost makes it worth it for me. And if you really want to make it better, you could just pee in them too. That’s what I do when I’m dysphoric.

No of course no one notices, you didn’t! Yeah, duh, it’s so easy! Watch!

You can’t even see anything, can’t you? It’s perfect for us. You’ve got to try it. Yeah I mean now. We’re along aren’t we? Why not? We’ve changed together before, why not again?

I told you it was comfortable. Feel that. It really does pack for you and everything. You should see yourself with a pullup under your pants and then you’ll wonder why it took you so long to try it.

But you gotta try peeing in them. That’s what really makes it remember? How will you know how well it packs if you aren’t even using it right? That’s like trying to ply at basketball with a deflated ball. What if I went with you, how about that? I still have some in my system, I don’t just do the whole thing at one time.

Ok deep breath. For me it helped to squat at first. Yeah like this. And then you…yeah, there you go. Perfect. Can I just…yeah I can feel it getting big in my hand. You’re really packing some heat. Yeah I had to say it, it’s true! You can put your hand on it too. Or mine.

Nah you don’t have to change it now, it was only a leak. I usually change mine after I brush my teeth at night and then in the morning. You only have to when you can feel it getting wet. That’s why it’s just leaks, okay?

What do you mean you can’t stop? Well it’s probably fine. It’s just your first time, it’ll totally be able to hold that. But I have a lot of tricks up my sleave for being able to stop your stream like the other guys. It takes control and patience but I think you can do it.

HELL YES HELL YES,,,

Like, they're insistent they're dry!! They are perfectly fine! They huff, a slight proturding of their lower lip when the other character is like "Oh? So you wouldn't mind if I check?"

And of course, the moment they tug their pants down, the cute lil stars or line is rapidly fading away, the ink smudging as urine is very obviously soaking into to padding~

One guy drank to much at a party, is super hungover, doesn’t even give the person wearing the diaper a chanc to take it off- he just whips it out, pulls down the front of the diaper and lets go.

*PSSSSSSSSSHHHHH*

He lets out a long sigh of relief, he had been holding in a lot all night. Now the front of the diaper is throughly soaked, not that it mattered. They’re waiting for the toilet to get fixed, even if the rapidly cooling wetness at their crotch is teasing them.

Another roommate is already bursting, she just got home after a long day of work and the size of her bladder is not accommodating all of the coffee she drank. She already has a wet spot the size of a baseball on the crotch of her work pants. She swears under her breath when the others tell her their toilet is broken. The guy mentions the diaper wearer isn’t gonna use it, so she begs them to pull it down so she can go. They can’t protest before she’s already pulling down for them.

*PSHPSHPSHPSHPSSSSSSSHHHH*

She moans a bit too loudly for comfort. The bathrooms at the office were closed for cleaning all day because “someone recreated a Jackson Pollock in there”. They squirmed in place. Their bladder was getting uncomfortably full, and now both sides of their diaper were soaked. They couldn’t go without leaking all over the place. They could hold it, they had too.

And maybe finally buy myself some pull-ups >m<