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I love the feeling of pee going up into the crack of my behind, at least for me my stuff gets in the way of just letting the pee flow, it likes to stay up front then leak. I have to move around a little for it to start the flow going back there. I have slept in my recliner for several yrs with health issues and needs of the TV on to sleep, etc, so I can't lay down to sleep, even in a bed I need to be elevated . And I also used to think the padding was thicker in the crotch for a females diaper, but I have used a lot of women's mens baby goodnights etc. and haven't seen it myself to be true...I know if I awake pointing up then I will leak.. -
Chapitre 5 Arthur se réveilla dans une chaleur lourde et collante qui lui serrait le bas-ventre comme une étreinte moite. La Tena Slip était complètement gorgée, gonflée à bloc, si pleine qu’elle pesait lourd entre ses cuisses et faisait bomber son pyjama. Au lieu de la honte qui l’avait brûlé les matins précédents, il resta un long moment allongé, les joues rouges, à sentir cette masse chaude et humide qui pulsait contre son sexe encore à moitié dur de la nuit. Chaque petit mouvement envoyait une vague de frisson qui lui arrachait un soupir involontaire. C’était humiliant… et en même temps, il n’avait pas envie de l’enlever. Pas tout de suite. Finalement, il se leva, les jambes un peu écartées par l’épaisseur. Il enfila son jean directement par-dessus, serrant la ceinture pour que la bosse reste discrète. Dans le miroir, on voyait quand même le renflement. Il pinça les lèvres, tira un peu sur son t-shirt pour essayer de masquer, puis abandonna. Il descendit comme ça, le cœur battant un peu plus fort. Liam était déjà dans la cuisine, torse nu sous son tablier, en train de faire couler le café. Quand il vit Arthur entrer, son regard glissa tout de suite vers la bosse évidente au niveau de son entrejambe. Un sourire lent, presque carnassier, étira ses lèvres. — Bonjour, mon grand… Bien dormi ? demanda-t-il d’une voix basse, amusée. — Ouais… marmonna Arthur, les oreilles brûlantes. Liam posa une tasse devant lui et s’approcha. Trop près. Il posa une main sur l’épaule d’Arthur et, avec l’autre, appuya fermement sur la couche gonflée à travers le jean. Ses doigts palpèrent la masse lourde avec une lenteur délibérée. — Tu l’as gardée, murmura-t-il, presque admiratif. Elle est bien pleine, hein ? Arthur hocha la tête, incapable de mentir. La main de Liam restait là, chaude, possessive, palpant doucement la masse gonflée pour en mesurer le poids. — On va te changer avant le lycée. Pas question que tu gardes ça. Ils montèrent. Dans la chambre, Liam referma la porte derrière eux d’un geste calme. Il fit asseoir Arthur sur le lit, puis le poussa gentiment en arrière jusqu’à ce qu’il soit allongé. Sans un mot, il déboutonna le jean, le fit glisser lentement le long des cuisses, révélant la couche lourde et gonflée. L’odeur légèrement musquée de l’urine chaude monta dans l’air. Liam ne grimaça pas. Au contraire, il passa une main sur le devant, pressant doucement la masse trempée. — Regarde-moi ça… Tu l’as bien remplie. T’as dû pisser toute la nuit, rigola Liam. Arthur ferma les yeux, le cœur battant. Il sentait son sexe durcir malgré lui sous la couche, frottant contre le matériau mouillé. Liam défit les attaches une à une, lentement, comme s’il déballait un cadeau. Quand la couche s’ouvrit, l’air frais caressa sa peau humide. Arthur voulut cacher son sexe d’une main, mais Liam la repoussa gentiment. — On dirait que quelqu’un est en forme ce matin. Arthur ferma les yeux, la gorge nouée. Liam prit une lingette chaude et commença à nettoyer. Il essuya d’abord l’intérieur des cuisses, puis remonta doucement vers le sexe d’Arthur, qui tressaillit. La lingette glissa sur ses testicules, puis le long de sa verge déjà à moitié dure. Liam ne disait rien, mais son souffle était plus lourd. Il prit tout son temps, passant et repassant, insistant juste assez pour le faire tressaillir. Arthur mordit sa lèvre pour ne pas gémir. Puis Liam sortit un slip blanc orné de petits ballons de foot. — Aujourd’hui, tu mets ça, dit-il en le lui enfilant, ses doigts effleurant volontairement la peau sensible. On va voir si tu arrives à te retenir comme un grand. Si tu fais encore dans ton slip au lycée… eh bien tu sais ce qu’il t’attend. Arthur sentit son visage s’empourprer jusqu’aux oreilles. Le slip était fin, ridicule, et contenait difficilement sa demi-molle. Il enfila son jean par-dessus, la boule au ventre. La matinée au lycée se déroula normalement jusqu’à la fin du deuxième cours. Vers onze heures, l’envie devint urgente. Il se leva discrètement, serra les cuisses, mais à peine dans le couloir bondé, une première goutte chaude s’échappa. Puis une autre. Il accéléra, paniqué, le cœur cognant si fort qu’il l’entendait dans ses tempes. Trop tard. Le flot se libéra d’un coup, chaud, incontrôlable, inondant le slip en quelques secondes. L’urine coula le long de sa cuisse gauche, traversa le jean clair et forma une tache sombre, bien visible, qui descendait presque jusqu’au genou. Il se figea au milieu du couloir. Deux filles qui passaient le regardèrent bizarrement. Un mec de sa classe ralentit, fronça les sourcils en fixant son entrejambe. — Mec… tu t’es pissé dessus ? lâcha-t-il avec un rire étouffé. Arthur ne répondit pas. Il continua jusqu’aux toilettes en marchant bizarrement, le slip complètement imbibé collé à sa peau, l’odeur discrète mais bien présente. Il passa le reste de la matinée assis au fond de la classe, le sac posé sur les genoux pour cacher la tache, priant pour que personne ne remarque l’auréole humide qui s’élargissait lentement. Quand la cloche sonna enfin, il sortit la tête basse, les joues en feu. Liam l’attendait devant la grille, adossé à la voiture. Un seul regard lui suffit. Il vit la tache sur le jean, et le visage cramoisi d’Arthur. — Oh non… souffla-t-il en posant une main sur la nuque du jeune homme. Tu n’as vraiment pas pu te retenir ? Dans la voiture, le silence était lourd. Liam conduisait d’une main, l’autre posée sur la cuisse d’Arthur, pressant parfois la zone humide. À la maison, à peine la porte fermée, Liam lui demande de lui montrer. Arthur, tremblant, déboutonna son jean lui-même. Le slip blanc était devenu grisâtre, complètement trempé, collé à son sexe ramolli. Une petite flaque s’était même formée sur le sol quand il baissa le pantalon. Liam s’accroupit devant lui, examina le désastre de près. — Regarde-toi… Un grand garçon de dix-huit ans qui vient de se pisser dessus au lycée. T’as vu la taille de la tâche ? Tout le monde a dû voir que tu savais pas te retenir. Arthur avait les larmes aux yeux de honte. Liam se releva, lui caressa la joue presque tendrement. — C’est pas grave, on va arranger ça. Il le déshabilla complètement dans le salon, le fit allonger nu sur le canapé, jambes écartées. Puis il sortit une Northshore Megamax blanche. Il la déplia lentement devant lui, comme pour bien lui montrer ce qu’il allait porter. Arthur n’avait jamais vu une couche aussi épaisse. — À partir de maintenant, c’est couche jour et nuit. Plus de slip de grand, compris ? Arthur hocha la tête, la voix cassée. — Oui… Liam glissa la couche sous ses fesses, souleva ses hanches d’une main et referma les attaches une à une, serrant bien. Il tapota le devant gonflé d’un geste possessif. — Voilà. Bien au chaud dans ta couche. Il se pencha, déposa un baiser sur le renflement de la couche et murmura contre le plastique : — Avec ça, t’es pas prêt de fuir. Arthur ferma les yeux, le visage brûlant de honte… et pourtant, son sexe commençait déjà à durcir à nouveau contre le doux rembourrage. Il se blottit contre le torse de Liam sur le canapé, sentant la chaleur rassurante de la couche entre ses jambes. Il ne protesta pas, il se contenta de se laisser aller, humilié, protégé, et étrangement… excité. -
Chapter 5 Arthur woke up wrapped in a heavy, sticky warmth that clung to his lower belly like a damp embrace. The Tena Slip was utterly soaked, swollen to the max, so full it weighed heavily between his thighs and bulged out the front of his pajama pants. Instead of the burning shame he’d felt the mornings before, he lay there for a long moment, cheeks flushed, just feeling that hot, wet mass pulsing against his half-hard cock. Every tiny shift sent a shiver through him and drew out an involuntary sigh. It was humiliating… and yet he didn’t want to take it off. Not yet. Eventually he got up, legs slightly spread because of the thickness. He pulled his jeans on right over the bloated diaper, cinching the belt tight to try and hide the obvious bulge. In the mirror the swell was still noticeable. He tugged at his t-shirt, bit his lip, then gave up. He headed downstairs like that, heart pounding a little harder. Liam was already in the kitchen, shirtless under his apron, pouring coffee. The second Arthur walked in, Liam’s gaze dropped straight to the obvious bulge at his crotch. A slow, almost predatory smile curved his lips. “Morning, big guy,” he said, voice low and amused. “Sleep well?” “Yeah…” Arthur mumbled, ears burning. Liam set a mug in front of him and stepped close—too close. He rested one hand on Arthur’s shoulder while the other pressed firmly against the swollen diaper through his jeans. His fingers kneaded the heavy, squishy mass with deliberate slowness. “You kept it on,” he murmured, almost impressed. “Fuck, it’s absolutely packed, huh?” Arthur nodded, unable to lie. Liam’s hand stayed right there, warm and possessive, gently squeezing to feel the full weight of it. “We’re changing you before school. No way you’re walking around like that.” They went upstairs. In the bedroom Liam closed the door quietly, sat Arthur on the bed, then gently pushed him back until he was lying down. Without a word he unbuttoned the jeans and slid them down Arthur’s thighs, revealing the heavy, sagging diaper. The warm, musky scent of fresh piss rose into the air. Liam didn’t flinch. Instead he ran a hand over the front, pressing softly into the soaked padding. “Look at that… You really filled it up. Must’ve pissed like a faucet all night,” Liam chuckled. Arthur squeezed his eyes shut, heart hammering. He could feel his cock twitching and hardening against the wet material despite himself. Liam undid the tapes one by one, slow and careful, like he was unwrapping a present. When the diaper peeled open, cool air brushed over Arthur’s damp skin. He tried to cover himself with one hand, but Liam gently pushed it away. “Looks like someone’s excited this morning.” Arthur’s throat tightened. Liam grabbed a warm wipe and started cleaning him—first the insides of his thighs, then slowly up to his balls, and finally along his stiffening cock. He took his time, stroking back and forth, just enough pressure to make Arthur twitch and bite his lip to hold back a moan. Then Liam reached for a white brief printed with little soccer balls. “Today you’re wearing this,” he said, sliding the thin briefs up Arthur’s legs, fingers deliberately grazing sensitive skin. “We’ll see if you can hold it like a big boy. If you piss your briefs at school… well, you know what’s coming.” Arthur’s face burned crimson. The briefs were flimsy and childish, barely containing his half-hard dick. He yanked his jeans back on, stomach in knots. The morning at school dragged by normally until the end of second period. Around eleven the urge hit hard. He slipped out of class quietly, thighs clenched, but the second he stepped into the crowded hallway a hot drop escaped. Then another. He sped up, panic rising, heart slamming in his ears. Too late. The flood came all at once—hot, unstoppable—completely soaking the briefs in seconds. Urine ran down his left thigh, soaked through the light-colored jeans, and left a dark, obvious wet patch that stretched almost to his knee. He froze in the middle of the hallway. Two girls walking past gave him a weird look. A guy from his class slowed down, stared straight at his crotch, and let out a stifled laugh. “Dude… did you just piss yourself?” Arthur didn’t answer. He kept walking awkwardly toward the bathroom, the drenched briefs glued to his skin, the faint smell of piss trailing after him. He spent the rest of the morning slumped at the back of the classroom, backpack on his lap to hide the growing wet spot, praying nobody would notice the slowly spreading damp circle. When the final bell rang he left with his head down, face on fire. Liam was waiting by the car, leaning against the door. One look was all it took—he saw the huge wet patch on the jeans and Arthur’s burning cheeks. “Oh no…” he breathed, sliding a hand around the back of Arthur’s neck. “You really couldn’t hold it, could you?” The car ride home was dead silent. Liam drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on Arthur’s thigh, occasionally squeezing the damp fabric. The second the front door closed, Liam said quietly, “Show me.” Trembling, Arthur unbuttoned his own jeans. The white briefs had turned grayish, completely saturated and plastered to his soft cock. A small puddle even hit the floor when the pants dropped. Liam crouched in front of him and studied the mess up close. “Look at you… An eighteen-year-old who just pissed himself in the middle of school. See the size of that spot? Everyone probably noticed you couldn’t hold your piss like a big boy.” Arthur’s eyes stung with humiliated tears. Liam stood up and stroked his cheek almost tenderly. “It’s okay, we’ll fix this.” He stripped Arthur completely right there in the living room, laid him naked on the couch with his legs spread, then pulled out a Northshore Megamax. He unfolded the thick white diaper slowly in front of Arthur’s face, making sure he got a good long look at just how bulky it was. “From now on it’s diapers day and night. No more big-boy briefs, got it?” Arthur’s voice cracked. “Yes…” Liam slid the diaper under his ass, lifted his hips with one strong hand, and taped it shut nice and snug. He gave the thick, padded front a possessive pat. “There we go. All nice and warm in your diaper.” He leaned down, pressed a soft kiss right over the bulging plastic, and whispered against it: “With this on, you’re not going to have any more accidents.” Arthur closed his eyes, face burning with shame… yet his cock was already twitching and hardening again inside the soft, thick padding. He curled against Liam’s chest on the couch, feeling the reassuring warmth and bulk between his legs. He didn’t argue. He just let himself sink into it—humiliated, protected, and strangely, deeply turned on.
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By LittleSusieQ · Posted
I do the same thing, I also love having the back of my diaper wet and heavy. What I've found it that it depends on how tight the diaper. It's it making contact with the body, that padding will absorb it first. If it's a little loose and things flow along the natural crease of the body, it flows along the body into the upper portion of the back of the diapers. It is also a great way to extend how long one can wear a diaper. Just be careful when sitting down. SAP doesn't like to be compressed when wet. -
By LittleSusieQ · Posted
For the same reason those of use that aren't into something others are. There are certain fetishes that others are into that I think are disgusting and nothing will change my mind on them. Same goes for ab/dl.
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