padded pup

You keep working, and working, and finally you're done. You stand up, but the loss of tension in your muscles means all the pee is coming down fast. You cram your hands between your legs on reflex but pull them away when someone walks by.

No good, no good. You waddle down the aisle trying to look as natural as possible (spoiler alert: you don't). Then you see it...puppy pads. Extra large and extra absorbent, for extra messy pups. You don't even think it through. You grab a pack, head into the break room, and tear them open. Drop it on the floor? No, no.... if someone comes in and sees you pissing on the ground, you'd die right there. You take a pad out and try to give it a rough fold. You unzip your pants and start cramming the puppy pad into your underwear. Before you can even pull your hand away, your body releases a stream of hot pee and you blissfully begin wetting yourself. You can't help but let out a whimper while a big goofy grin stretches across your face. You're peeing. You're having an accident right there at work. But somehow it's making you feel so good. The puppy pad is so bulky and reaches from your belly button to your butt cheeks. You're totally soaking it, and you can feel the warmth spreading over your tummy. Finally the stream slows down before coming to a complete stop, and you stand there with your own mess pressing between your legs.

Then it hits you: diaper. You just made yourself a big, puffy diaper just so you could piddle yourself at work. And now you're standing there in that soggy makeshift diaper and are in desperate need of a change.

Before you can figure out how to trash the pad without getting caught, the door of the staff lounge opens and you quickly zip up your pants.

You stand there making small talk with your coworker and try not to think about how you just soiled yourself at work and still have the mess strapped between your thighs. Your coworker sits down to take their lunchbreak and you realize that you're going to have to be the first one to leave. You waddle back out onto the floor and pick up where you left off. Every time you reach, bend, lift, or squat, you feel the pee-soaked puppy pad rub up against your skin. And if you didn't hate it enough before, you absolutely despise it once it grows cold and clammy.

You experimentally grind your diaper against her leg, and the friction makes your princess parts tingle.

You can’t help yourself; it feels so good to be a naughty, icky baby. 💙

You try again, and watch mommy from the corner of your eye. She’s ignoring you. A small, strangled whine escapes you. Why won’t she give you attention?

She still won’t look at you, and so you begin to fuss and hump against her thigh, frustrated at the lack of stimulation.

The diaper was just for show, she didn’t actually expect you to use it, did she? Shame rushes through you. You’re a big girl, you don’t wet yourself! You defiantly toss your head and attempt to wriggle away from mommy, but she digs her hands into your hips and grinds you down against her leg.

You squeal at the contact, tongue lolling out in a show of overwhelming pleasure. You look to her for more, but her eyes are back on the TV.

She really expects you to use your diaper, you realize with a twinge of fear.

You take a deep breath, and try to relax the muscles in your bladder. It’s a tense minute of silence before you hear a hiss and feel warm liquid spilling into your diaper.

Mommy turns to you immediately, her eyes wide with fake surprise. “Oh, my goodness! Baby, you didn’t!”

All you can do is whimper in reply, trying to cover your eyes with your palms. Mommy gently pries your hands away, and using her other hand, pushes her palm against the front of your soaked diaper.

“What has gotten into you?” She says, and you feel the outline of her fingers against your princess parts. You moan again, trying to look as helpless as possible.

You grab their hair and pull them away from you. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, yes, please-"

"ah- ah. Do you need to go potty first? We can't have you making a mess once I take this off", you say squeezing them through the padding.

"I can hold it! I promise!"

"I don't believe that, honey. You said that last time, and what happened?"

His whole face turns pink. "I...couldn't hold it."

"Right. Now be a good boy and go for me, and then you'll get your wish."

He sits up a little, shifting so he's positioned over your crotch again, and he bites his lip. His face is even redder now, embarrassed. You run your hands up and down his arms and across his torso before grabbing onto his waist. "Come on, the sooner you fill that diaper the sooner I can get inside you."

With a quiet moan, the telltale hiss starts up and you can feel the warmth flooding between his legs against you. You smile, seeing the rapidly yellowing material. "There you go honey, good boy." He keeps panting as he wets, hips jerking in your grasp. The sound dies down and you ask "all done?". He just nods. "That was a lot, you really did have to go. I don't think you could've held that, that's why I have to keep you padded."

"I could have!"

you beg him to let u pee, he finally agrees, but he wont let you get up. Its here, in his lap or nothing.

You have to go so badly, but peeing all over his lap seems too scary. So u hold yourself, squirming desperately. Every minute you hold a bit leaks out. You know you might as well just pee, your pants have a large wet spot from the leaks and you have to go so bad. But you keep holding, your hands in your crotch. But then, he moves your hands. You start to leak. You try to regain control, but you can't. Pee is leaking out of you. You moan in relief as your pee pours out of you. Your pants are soaked and so it his.

"what the fuck was that, did you just piss on me??"

my body may be begging for release, but my hips move on their own, rubbing my aching clit against the wet spot and mewling into your ear. don't let that weaken you, though, shove me off and chuckle as i tumble to the floor, a moan piercing the air as the impact causes spurts to come out of my now spread pussy. don't hesitate to take your feet and press my thighs down to the ground, stopping me from closing my legs and possibly stopping the flow. i may try to grab, but you're too strong, and soon all that liquid will be gushing out from between my swollen lips and form a cute little puddle on the floor beneath me.

"im- I'm, uh..."

"oh, sweetheart - are you going?"