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By Diaper Bearer · Posted
Whelp, I was hoping to flood my diaper in a different way. I had been hoping for a normal, controlled wetting experience with my diaper, but things went in a completely different direction. I was wearing a little-for-big Goth Brat—definitely not my favorite, but convenient enough to order quickly on Amazon. I’d had a 44-ounce soda on a mostly empty stomach, which, in hindsight, was a bad idea. I didn’t feel much of anything for about an hour. I kept wondering why the usual urge to pee hadn’t kicked in yet. And then, suddenly, it hit me—but not in the way I expected. I wasn’t planning on using my diaper for a bowel movement, and I normally make every effort to avoid it. But as soon as I stood up, my bowels gave way. At first, it was small, but I quickly realized I couldn’t stop it. More and more came out, and by the time I reached my door, my diaper was filled with liquid poo. I’ve never had this much in a single accident, and it was overwhelming and the warmth spreading through both the back and front of the diaper. I've never had a complete and involuntary bowel accident. Luckily the timing worked out where I was waiting for my turn in Dungeons & Dragons session, but thankfully it was online. Thankfully, no one knew what had happened, so I didn’t have to worry about anyone noticing. It was my turn so I returned to my chair carefully, sitting on a towel and a plastic trash bag, hoping to avoid a blowout. The diaper held everything in place and didn't leak. Sitting somehow seemed to help keep the mess compressed to the diaper rather than my body although made it spread up the back of my diaper, which helped with clean up after my dnd session. It was weird while sitting it felt like bubbles running up my body where the poo had been. Sorry if this seems too much I've never had an experience like this before as it was my first complete involuntary bowel accident. I'm felt grateful I had a diaper on tonight otherwise it would have been a complete disaster. -
By Paulina1987 · Posted
Paulina was 18 years old. She had long black hair and gorgeous green eyes. Standing 190 cm tall, she knew she was absolutely beautiful. She woke up with a smile. It was the first day of summer break, and she was glad school was out. Luckily, her parents didn't force her to find a job. On the contrary, they were very successful and wealthy and were currently on a long business trip, allowing Paulina to do whatever she wanted. Paulina had gotten used to this throughout her school years: she was captain of the cheerleading team and the most popular girl, and she was also a bully. But all the teachers pretended to ignore her misdeeds. Her main target was her neighbor's daughter. She knew she had made her neighbor's life a living hell. Paulina was upset about the start of summer break and learned that her neighbor was leaving for the summer, which meant she would have to find a new victim. Getting out of bed, Paulina headed to the shower, dried herself off with a towel, and changed into her workout clothes, ready to go for a run and workout to clear her head. Suddenly, she saw her neighbor's mother standing on her doorstep, whom she assumed was Kayla. -
It would be nice to see his reactions to returning to being a bedwetter, urinary incontinence and total incontinence. You know going backwards through the potty training stages -
I am in an LNGU Rainbow diaper in the pastel blue. So far so good. I like these diapers a lot. -
Note: First Story Here. Be gentle. Spent a little too much time on exposition, but I’ll move it along in later chapters. This story follows the journey of a young college boy Lucas as he leaps into a relationship with the wealthy, 45 year old James Madison. Meeting him for the very first time in person on a spring break vacation. The story contains M/M romance, light sexual activity, body mod, forced diapering and sudden urinary incontinence. Chapter 1: Meeting James Madison --- The first thing 21 year old Lucas noticed about Guadalajara was the heat. Not the dry warmth he’d imagined while scrolling through vacation photos during late-night study sessions, but something thick that wrapped around him the moment the airport doors slid open. By the time he adjusted the strap of his duffel bag against his shoulder, he was already sweating through the collar of his hoodie. Then he saw James. Leaning casually beside a polished black SUV near the pickup lane, one hand tucked into the pocket of cream colored linen slacks, jet black hair with silver streaks catching the late afternoon sun like wire. Even after months of phone calls and messages, the sight of him in person made Lucas’s stomach tighten unexpectedly. James looked expensive. Not flashy. But controlled. The kind of man who never appeared rushed, never raised his voice, never doubted he belonged wherever he stood. When James smiled, Lucas felt his nerves unravel almost instantly. “There he is,” James said warmly. Lucas laughed awkwardly as they hugged. James’s hand settled briefly against the back of his neck, confident and grounding. “You made it.” “Barely,” Lucas admitted. “I thought my connection was gonna leave without me.” “But it didn’t.” “No.” James studied him with a softness that made Lucas suddenly self-conscious. “You look exhausted.” “I didn’t sleep.” “I figured.” They loaded Lucas’s bag while James opened the passenger door for him like something out of a movie. Lucas tried not to stare at the spotless leather interior or the tiny glass bottles of sparkling water resting in a refrigerated compartment beside him. “So,” James asked as the car got rolling, “are you regretting this yet?” The honest answer should have been yes. Six months ago Lucas had never even considered talking to older men online. He’d barely considered talking to men at all. Growing up in suburban Wisconsin, playing hockey through high school, dating girls because that was simply what everyone expected, it had all felt less like a decision and more like gravity. Then college happened. Distance happened. Loneliness happened. And somewhere between late-night Reddit threads, anonymous forums, and eventually James’s first message, Lucas found himself wanting things he’d never allowed himself to think about before. Not just physically. Emotionally. He wanted someone older. Someone who seemed certain in ways he never was. James had seemed to understand that immediately. “No,” Lucas said quietly. “Actually… I think I’m less nervous now.” James smiled without looking at him as he continued driving. “Good.” That night they stayed in a suite overlooking the city. James ordered room service in fluent Spanish while Lucas stood near the balcony pretending not to feel overwhelmed by any of this. The marble bathroom alone was larger than his campus apartment. “You okay?” James asked from behind him. “Yeah. Just weird.” “Weird bad?” “Weird…Unreal.” Later, after dinner and too much wine and hours talking on the couch with the city lights flickering beyond the windows, Lucas stopped feeling like he was on a trip with a stranger. James listened carefully when he spoke. Remembered tiny details. Asked questions no one ever asked him. By the time James kissed him, slow and reassuring, Lucas felt something dangerous beginning to bloom in his chest. Trust. That first night was full of experiences he’d never forget. Seeing his beautiful sculpted body, a few scars showing a hint of the years he had lived. James’ powerful thrusts, the feeling of him inside him. The joy of being held naked under the covers. He’d slept feeling nothing but unrivaled affection. The next morning they left early for Puerto Vallarta. James insisted on driving along the coast himself though Lucas suspected he simply enjoyed control too much to hire someone else to show us the way. The highway cut through the hills and tiny roadside towns painted in faded colors. Lucas relaxed deeper into the passenger seat with every passing mile. At one point he caught himself thinking how stupid he’d been to worry. James noticed him smiling. “What?” “Nothing.” “No, What?” Lucas shrugged. “I just thought this was gonna be… sketchier.” James laughed sharply. “Sketchier?” “You know what I mean.” “So I’m exceeding expectations.” “By a lot.” James reached across the center console and squeezed the back of Lucas’s neck affectionately. About two hours later they pulled off near a roadside food stand surrounded by rusted picnic tables. James returned carrying tacos and several bottles of beer sweating in the heat. “You’re drinking?” Lucas asked. “One,” James replied. “I’ll pace myself. Don’t worry, I’ll be good to drive” Lucas accepted the bottle gratefully. The cold glass felt heavenly against his palm. Conversation came easier after that. Lucas found himself laughing louder than usual, the trace anxiety in his chest dissolving under the warmth of alcohol, sun and James’s unwavering attention.By the time James handed him a third bottle back in the SUV, Lucas barely thought about it nor did he notice when he slipped something inside. “You okay?” James asked casually as they merged back onto the highway. “Mhm.” “You seem flushed.” “Just tired.” The road blurred gently outside the window. Lucas blinked hard. Something felt wrong. Not dangerous wrong. Just… heavy. His limbs seemed slower than they should have been. “You sure you only had one?” Lucas mumbled. James smiled faintly at the road ahead. “Lightweight.” Lucas tried to laugh but his thoughts kept slipping sideways. The last thing he clearly remembered was the rhythmic hum of tires against asphalt and James’s hand briefly resting on his thigh. Then darkness swallowed him whole. Chapter 2: Confused & Scared --- A violent crack jolted him awake. Smoke. The smell hit first. Burned rubber and something metallic. Lucas jerked forward instinctively before the seatbelt caught him hard across the chest. Pain exploded behind his eyes. For several seconds he couldn’t understand what he was seeing. The windshield was shattered. One airbag hung deflated like torn fabric. The world outside was pitch black except for flashing lights cutting through the darkness in frantic bursts of red and white. James slumped motionless beside him. “James?” He tried reaching over but his arms felt numb and sluggish. Panic surged immediately. The passenger-side door yanked open. Voices shouted in rapid Spanish. Hands grabbed him before he fully understood what was happening. “No. Wait-” Strong arms pulled him free from the SUV. The sudden movement made the world spin violently. Lucas stumbled once before being forced onto a stretcher. Straps tightened across his chest. His legs. His wrists. Too tight. “I’m okay,” he tried saying. “I’m okay, I can walk” No one answered him in English. The flashing lights blurred overhead while masked paramedics moved around him with frightening speed. Somewhere nearby he saw James being lifted from the vehicle. Fear punched straight through Lucas’s chest. “James!” A needle pressed into his arm. Cold spread quickly through his veins. “No, no, no please” The ambulance doors slammed shut. The siren began screaming. Everything inside the vehicle vibrated violently as they sped into the night. Lucas’s breathing became ragged and sharp. He pulled uselessly against the restraints while strangers spoke over him in rapid clinical Spanish he couldn’t understand. One paramedic pressed a hand firmly against his shoulder. Another adjusted something hanging from an IV bag. The medication hit fast. The panic softened at the edges first. Then his vision. Then time itself. As consciousness slipped away, Lucas caught one final glimpse through the rear ambulance windows before everything turned to black. Had he kept his eyes open for just a second longer he would have seen the wrecked SUV sat abandoned beneath flashing emergency lights. And standing beside it… James. Awake. Perfectly steady. Watching the ambulance disappear with a small smile spreading slowly across his face. Chapter 3: The Mysterious Clinic, With Only 1 Patient --- By the time the ambulance reached the private clinic outside Puerto Vallarta, Lucas was fully unconscious.James arrived twenty minutes later in the back of a black limousine. The clinic itself sat isolated against the hills, modern and silent behind high concrete walls. To anyone passing by, it looked less like a hospital and more like an expensive wellness retreat. Inside, the staff greeted James by name. “Everything prepared?” he asked calmly while adjusting his cufflinks. “Yes, sir.” A physician in blue scrubs approached moments later, removing his glasses with visible unease. “Mr. Madison.” , James nodded once. The doctor glanced toward the operating wing behind him. “I need to ask again for documentation purposes. You are absolutely certain you wish to proceed?” James’s expression never shifted. “Completely.” “It will be completely irreversible." “I understand.” The doctor hesitated. Even after years of discreet private procedures for wealthy clients, this arrangement unsettled him. The amount of money involved had silenced every objection the clinic administration might have raised. James’s gaze drifted through the observation window where Lucas lay unconscious beneath soft surgical lighting, dark brown hair falling messily across his forehead. Within minutes, nurses wheeled Lucas toward the operating room while monitors beeped steadily around him. Completely unaware. Completely vulnerable. James watched until the doors swung shut behind them. Ninety minutes later it was finished. When Lucas finally surfaced again, the world returned in fragments. Soft lighting. Muted beeping. The faint antiseptic smell of a recovery room. Something uncomfortable tugging low in his body. His eyelids fluttered weakly before focusing at last on James seated beside the bed, still dressed impeccably. The older man immediately leaned forward, relief flooding his features. “There you are.” Lucas swallowed painfully. “...what happened?” James took his hand gently between both of his own. “There was an accident,” he said softly. “You scared the hell out of me.” Confusion clouded Lucas’s thoughts. His entire body felt heavy and distant. “The doctors said you’re going to be okay,” James continued. “A few injuries. Some swelling. They had to place a catheter temporarily while things heal.” Lucas shifted weakly beneath the blanket before immediately wincing. Everything hurt. His memory arrived only in shattered flashes, beer bottles sweating in the sun, headlights, smoke, James unconscious beside him. “You were unconscious for a while,” James said gently, as though sensing the panic beginning to return. “But you’re safe now. I promise.” If only he knew that the doctor had just removed both of his urinary sphincters, rendering his bladder control non-existent. But he wouldn’t discover that until the catheter was removed, which wouldn’t be happening for at least another week.
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