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  1. My son wet the bed until he was about 15 and still does when he drinks heavily or has a lot of stress. So yeah I think there is some genetic component there.
  2. Define "macho". All types or people can be all type of things.
  3. Yes that's the one! I don't even remember the 2nd part of it, it was just that one part where she pees her panties over the yogurt. I'm sure the acting was terrible lol
  4. Yes it was definitely one of the ABS movies, I've found a few online, but not that one. I wish I could remember her ethnicity. It might have been the mom & long haired blonde girl in ABS Movie 25, Forced into diapers II? But I know it's not I, II, or III in that series. I is very similar, but it doesn't show her wetting.
  5. Never done it but that sure sounds like a good idea if you're in a stand. I don't think I'd want to if I'm putting on a lot of miles or packing an animal out though.
  6. I believe the first video I'm looking for might be "adult baby source" but I can't find it anywhere. I'm pretty sure I found the actresses in another video, but the one I'm looking for is a daughter and a mom, the daughter comes home from school after having an accident. Then later she is standing in the kitchen eating yogurt and has another accident before needing to be diapered. It's just the two of them in the video. It's probably at least 10 years old (I'm not a great judge, but I'd guess 90s?) Also trying to find videos in general where individuals have accidents and need to be diapered. Any help would be appreciated!
  7. First chapter, possibly more to come if there is interest? Probably would take a turn toward diapers after this, accidents and training, possibly messy, sex/masturbation, no bondage/punishment or anything other than playful spanking. “No, no, not now!” Emma cried as something under the hood of her car clattered. “No!” Suddenly her gas pedal wasn’t working, she let off and pushed it again, but no response. Her car was rapidly losing speed and all the gauges flipped to zero. She pulled off to the side of the road and rolled to a stop at the edge of a wheat field. She didn’t think it would do any good, but she turned the key off and tried to turn it back on. Nothing. Emma hit the steering wheel and let out a cry. Of course her car would break down now, twenty minutes from home when she was bursting to pee. She fished her phone out of her bag in the passenger seat and promptly threw it back into the seat when she saw that she had no signal. “Figures,” she muttered. Not only was she twenty minutes from home, but she didn’t see any houses nearby. Emma got out of her car and stood on the side of the road, trying to decide what to do. Had she just passed a house a mile back, or was there one coming up? She wasn’t sure. Her bladder ached and the only thing she was sure of was that if she didn’t get out of here soon she’d have to pee in the field. With a sigh, she grabbed her phone and purse from the passenger seat and started walking. What choice did she have? It was almost ninety degrees and before long she started to sweat. She couldn’t tell if her panties were damp from sweat or if she had peed a little. After a quick glance up and down the road, she lifted the edge of her knee length skirt and checked her panties. They were warm and damp, but she was pretty sure it was sweat. She eyed the field on both sides of her and thought about squatting right there to pee. Just when she had worked up the courage to start pulling her panties down she heard a vehicle coming. Thank god! Emma rearranged her skirt and stepped slightly into the road, she waved one hand as an old Ford came flying toward her. The truck was going so fast she was sure they driver must not see her, so she waved both of her hands. As the truck got closer she realized they didn’t intend to stop. It was a couple of teen boys in the truck and the driver swerved toward her. Emma screamed and jumped back, just in time to see the truck swerve back and the boys point and laugh at her. “Assholes!” she yelled, shooting them double middle fingers. Just then, Emma felt something drip down her leg. She gasped and closed her legs as tight as she could. The fright from the truck had caused her to pee in her panties. Luckily it was just a little and it didn’t drip down past her knees, but she still needed to go now. Emma bent over and had just gotten her wet panties to her thighs when another vehicle came. She growled and yanked her panties back up, then smoothed her skirt out and hoped that nothing had dripped on her skirt. This next vehicle was a newer truck and Emma stayed well off the road this time just in case. The driver slowed down though and pulled up next to her. The man inside wasn’t much older than her. He took his dirty baseball hat off and nodded to her. “Was that your car up there?” “Yeah, could I use your phone to call for help?” “Sure, we’ll have to drive down the road a ways. Hop in.” Emma didn’t want to get in a vehicle with a stranger, especially not when she was about to pee her panties, but what choice did she have? She reluctantly got in the passenger side. The seats were leather at least, so she wouldn’t ruin them if the worst happened. “I’m Derek,” the man said when they took off. “Emma. If you could drive me a little ways until there is reception, I’ll be okay after that.” The man turned the blower on his air conditioner up. “In this heat? Nah. I’m headed to town, why don’t I just drop you off somewhere?” Emma lived right on the edge of town, he’d have to drive past her house to get there. She wasn’t sure she’d make it that long without a bathroom though. “I, umm,” Emma said as she tried to think. It was hard to think though, when her panties were already warm and wet and she felt seconds from making them wetter. “My brother has a tow truck, he can tow your car if you want.” What other choice did she have? She was going to call some random tow company anyway. “Okay, um, are you sure?” “Yeah of course, where do you live?” Emma told him where her house was and the man assured her that he didn’t mind dropping her off, then he’d have his brother call her to quote the tow. It seemed like it was all worked out. Well, everything except her aching bladder. She tried to hide her squirming. She held her legs tight together and leaned forward a little. Was it just Emma, or was Derek watching her out of the corner of his eye? He tried to make small talk about the weather and their mutual jobs, but Emma wasn’t really listening. At last, when they were a few miles from her house, they came up to a gas station. “Hey, could you-” Emma started, but Derek had already driven past the turn. “What’s that?” he asked. “Nothing.” “All righty then.” Just a few more minutes, Emma was sure she could make it. When they were just a few houses away Emma pulled $20 from her wallet. “You don’t have to do that,” Derek said. She wanted to, and she really wanted to be out of his truck. When he pulled into her yard Emma tossed the money on the dash, said thanks and just about ran out of his truck and too her door. She slammed into the door and turned the knob. Her heart sank. Her key was in her car. She had a spare key hiding under a hermit crab shell around the back, but it was too late. Hot pee leaked from between her legs. Slow at first and saturating her panties slowly. She tried to hold it back, but she couldn’t. The rest burst out of her, flooding her panties and legs, splashing into her sandals and on the deck. She groaned as she peed for what seemed like ten minutes. There was no point in holding back now, she just let it all out. When she was done, she looked down. It was obvious what happened. The front of her skirt was wet and so were her legs. As if the wet deck below her wasn’t enough. “Mam, are you okay?” Emma jumped and turned. Derek was still there. Emma turned tomato red. Had he seen all of that? Judging my the way he kept glancing down her legs, she was sure he knew what happened. A few seconds passed. Emma’s throat was tight and she knew she was about to cry. She was so embarrassed and upset with herself. “Woah,” Derek said quietly. He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “It’s okay, no need to cry.” “I had an accident in my panties!” Derek laughed softly. “Yeah, I can see that. It’s just a little pee, it’ll clean right up.” “I could’ve made it if my door wasn’t locked! I can’t believe I peed my panties!” Derek put his other hand on her shoulder and stepped closer to her, until his thigh was brushing hers. “Stop! You’re going to get pee on you shorts!” she said. Derek laughed again. “Hey, just take a breath, okay? It’s pee. Girls have accidents sometimes. It’s okay.” Emma sniffled and tried to stop the crying. She was making a fool of herself. Derek ran his thumbs in circles on her shoulders. “Where’s your key? Let’s get you inside and cleaned up.” Emma told Derek where her spare key was, and he opened the door and nudged her inside and into the bathroom. Emma cleaned up in the shower, then wrapped her wet clothes in a towel and put another towel around her body. She was nervous about going back out with just a towel on, but she didn’t have any clothes and didn’t want Derek to go into her bedroom to get her clothes either. She slowly opened the door and peeked out. Derek was sitting at the table. He looked up from his phone, then back down again when he saw her. Emma dashed to her bedroom and quickly got dressed. The shame of having an accident still burned her cheeks, but she felt better now that she was dry. “Thanks for the help,” she said quietly to Derek when she went back into the kitchen. Derek grinned at her. “No problem. I called my brother about the tow, he said $50 to bring it to the shop you wanted.” Emma sighed. “Thanks. That’s fine. Thank you so much.” Derek’s grin got bigger. He had a little dimple, just barely visible under his dark beard. “I was just wondering...” Derek rubbed the back of his neck and looked unsure for the first time since she’d met him. “Go ahead,” Emma said. “Want to go out for dinner sometime or something?” Emma nodded. Of course she did. Derek was cute. Polite. She owed him at least that. “I mean, if you’re single-” “I’m single.” He sighed and nodded, then stood up. “How about I give you a call later and we’ll set it up?” Later turned out to be the next day and before Emma knew it, she was sitting across from Derek at a restaurant and sipping a spiked blueberry frozen drink. Derek was cuter than she remembered. Now that she didn’t have to pee, she could actually look at him. He had straight flat eyebrows, they pushed together when he laughed. His hair medium brown and wavy. A little flat from wearing a hat most of the time, but Derek was also a gentleman who took his hat off at the table. He told Emma about his job working on navigation systems for tractors. Emma told him about her job with the county. She couldn’t believe how much they had in common for hobbies. “This is so strange,” she said as they walked back to his truck after eating. “That we get along so good. I mean considering how we met.” Derek shrugged and opened her door. “You seem pretty laid back. It would be hard to not get along with you. But hey, I gotta ask before we leave...” “Yeah?” “Do you need to use the bathroom?” Emma laughed and gave him a playful shove. Back at Emma’s house, she invited Derek into the backyard to sit around the small fire pit she had. Things started getting flirty fast, but she was okay with that. The only strange thing was Derek kept bringing up her wet panties. He started by asking if she needed a panty check. She thought he was just trying to get in her pants and brushed it off. But then he warned her not to drink too much water “just in case” and asked if she’d ever had an accident before. “What’s the deal?” Emma finally asked. “With what?” “Do you really think I’ll have another accident?” Derek didn’t say anything for a minute. “No, but I...” He hesitated and picked at the seam on his nylon camp chair. “But what?” “You’re really attractive, Emma.” “What’s that have to do with it?” she asked with a laugh. “Sorry I’m just...” That’s when Emma realized. Derek was nervous. She got up from her chair and stood in front of his. Then she leaned down and kissed him. Once. Twice. He slowly lifted his hands to her hips and, when she didn’t pull away, he pulled her onto his lap. The way Emma was straddling him, her skirt was barely covering her panties. They kissed again and Emma rocked into him until she brushed her clit against the bulge in his crotch. Derek pulled away and kissed down her neck. “Hey,” he whispered. He was gripping her hips hard, it almost felt like his hands were shaking. “I wouldn’t care much if you had another accident.” Emma’s heart leapt. She’d never thought about it before, but the way he said it and the position she was in… She felt her panties dampen with excitement. “You think I’m just a little girl, huh?” she asked. “Sometimes girls have accidents when they’re scared… Or excited.” “But I don’t want to pee my panties,” she teased. “Of course not, but sometimes accidents happen.” Emma took one of his hands off her hip and guided it between her legs. She pressed hard. “I’ll just have to do my best to not pee my panties, right?” Derek swallowed hard. “Yeah. We don’t want you to wet your panties.” “I have to go pee so bad though,” Emma whined. She actually did, thanks to Derek buying her three drinks at dinner. “Just a few more kisses,” he said. As he kissed her, he rubbed her clit over her panties. Emma felt like such a little girl playing this game. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to cum or pee. “Stop,” she said with a giggle. “You’re tickling me. I’m going to pee.” “Uh oh, can you hold it for another minute?” “I don’t know.” Derek trailed his hand down her bare thigh then back up her side. Then he tickled her. “Derek!” Emma squealed. “Stop, I’m actually going to-” It was too late though. Emma felt the pee leak out, slow at first, then faster. They both froze. Emma couldn’t believe she was peeing her panties again, right on Derek’s lap. Derek was breathing hard and heavy. “Oh no,” Emma whispered. “I went pee pee in my panties. I had another accident.” Derek leaned forward and kissed her neck, then pulled her shirt up so he could kiss her chest right above her bra. “You’re such a naughty little girl,” he said into her chest. “Maybe you should wear diapers.” Emma had actually thought about it before. She’d seen an adult diaper in the bathroom at work once. Just seeing it had made her curious. What would it be like to pee in a diaper? What would it feel like to wear one under her clothes? She wasn’t curious enough to try it, but when Derek said it while he kissed her… Emma almost had an orgasm right there. She started rubbing her wet clit and panties on his crotch, faster and harder until they were both panting. Derek’s hand went back between her thighs and he rubbed her through her wet panties until she was moaning. “Can I?” he asked. “God yes.” He slipped his fingers around the gusset of her panties and rubbed them over her clit. “Derek you’re going to make me cum.” “You’re panties are already wet.” “I want you inside of me.” Derek leaned forward and lifted her up as he stood. Emma’s yard was private between the fence and trees and she didn’t stop Derek as he set her on the picnic table and fumbled to unbutton his wet shorts. “Looks like you had your own accident,” Emma said playfully. “Nope, just a little girl who wet her pants on my lap.” He pulled his cock out and slipped a condom on before pushing into her. “Derek,” Emma moaned. “You’re so wet, I’m not going to last.” Emma put her arms around his neck and held close while he fucked her. Derek thrusted her hard. His thumb found her clit and he rubbed until she exploded, until her toes tingled and she felt like she was barely hanging on to him. He groaned seconds later and with one last thrust stayed deep inside her. They stayed there, panting and holding each other for a few minutes. “Wow,” she finally said. “Yeah.” “Sorry about your shorts.” Derek laughed. “From now on you’re wearing a diaper when you’re on my lap.”
  8. I told two. The first one was very liberal and said something like "that's cool, I think if you want to use diapers more often or try something new then you should, there isn't any harm in that kind of activity." I had to pick my jaw up off the floor. I had originally brought it up in terms of wanting to not have that fetish anymore, but she straight up said she doesn't think I should change or stop. My second therapist hasn't said much. I can't tell if she's uncomfortable or if she just doesn't think it matters. We're deep in PTSD treatment and it recently come up that I have a legitimate need for protection right now. I can't tell if she believes that the need is legitimate or if she thinks it is a form of sexual gratification. I think her response was "if you're wetting the bed do what you need to do while we get through this, if it keeps up after that then you should see a medical doctor." She did back off after I admitted it though and said later on that the pace might be too fast. I also wanted to add, therapists are professionals. If your therapist judges you or doesn't accept you then get a better one! If it's something you want to change or stop, then they should help you. If it's not hurting anyone and you don't want to change, then they should accept it also.
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