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I wrote this story a while ago, unfortunately my English sucks a bit, it's not my native language, i hope at least it's understandable, this story was originally written in Italian. It's not a diaper themed story, but it's more about desperation and humiliation and also a dose of sadism. This story contains messing scenes, some people don't like this theme, so i created a second "lite only pee" version of the story without references to "number 2" Vika and Natasha's revenge Hanna was 24 years old and had always been a very attractive girl: tall, with long dark brown hair, beautiful green eyes, ample breasts and a firm, shapely bottom. She was very popular among her male peers and very envied by girls. Usually they always managed to get what she wanted because she was a manipulator and many were always ready to do her favors to get some of her attention. However, she was a social climber and was very attracted to the luxurious life and comforts, which is why she had started dating men older than her. In the last year she had had a stroke of luck, she had managed to attract the attention of Roman, a rich Russian tycoon in his fifties, with whom she had started a clandestine relationship. The man was married and had two daughters Vika and Natasha, and he made it official that Hanna was his secretary. The man often found himself with her in a hotel room with the excuse of being out on business. Hanna, for her part, was not known for going unnoticed and flaunted the gifts that Roman had given her, such as designer clothes, jewelry and above all a Porsche Panamera that Roman had given her for her birthday. To "thank him" for the gift, Hanna had given Roman an unforgettable night, so much so that the exhausted man had finally fallen asleep like a rock. Hanna was amazed that a man of her age was so insatiable in bed, she had even indulged in anal intercourse, something she didn't particularly like, but it was worth feeling a little uncomfortable, given the standard of living she had achieved. This ostentation had made the man's daughters begin to suspect something and after having stalked their father they discovered that what they suspected was true, that is, the hateful and unpleasant secretary of their father was having an affair with him. Furious at what the man was doing to their mother and to them, they decided to take revenge on the woman who was driving their father away from the family and stealing his inheritance. Thanks to Natasha's doctor boyfriend, they hatched a plan to make Hanna pay: they had procured a very powerful diuretic and a strong laxative, now they had to find a way to make her take them and then they would put their plan into action. Natasha's boyfriend didn't know exactly what the two girls had in mind (he thought that the two had read about some crazy diet on the internet) and had begged them to go easy on those drugs that were very strong and could cause incontinence problems and to take a few drops at most. The afternoon of the next day the two went to visit their father in his office and Natasha offered to prepare a tea, it would be her chance. Once she had poured the tea into the cups, she took the bottle of diuretic out of her purse and when she unscrewed it, the dropper fell out and broke. At that point she decided to pour some from the bottle but Vika's entrance into the kitchen made her jump and almost half of the contents ended up in the cup. The two girls looked at each other and thought, no big deal, too bad for her, at the same time they had injected a lot of the powerful laxative into some cream pastries that they had bought before going there with a syringe. The two went back to their father and called Hanna to offer her a cup of tea too. The latter didn't like Roman's two daughters at all, but she didn't want to seem rude in front of him and accepted with a fake smile. Vika and Natasha had made sure that Hanna drank the right cup, it would have been a disaster if one of them or even her father had drunk it by mistake because the loss of his reputation would have damaged them too, there were no problems for the pastries because her father would not have eaten them because he was intolerant to gluten so they had bought special ones. Everything went as planned and in fact Hanna had eaten the "correct" pastries with gusto which she had also liked a lot for their "special flavor". According to the leaflet of the laxative, 40 minutes would have to pass for it to take effect completely. The two then said goodbye to their father and left preparing the other part of their piano. That same evening Roman had to go to a business meeting and had asked Hanna to accompany him. At that meeting there would be many big names in business. Roman had left early, while Hanna had to finish preparing some documents and above all she had to make herself beautiful for the evening: she had worn a tight dress that showed off her curves and she certainly thought she would attract a lot of attention at that meeting of rich entrepreneurs. Just as she had just gotten out of Roman's private garage and was about to open the door of his Porsche, she felt a slight discomfort in her lower abdomen, she thought it was strange since she had peed not long before, maybe she had drunk too much tea. She didn't feel like going up to the office again by taking the elevator up twenty floors, she would do it later at the hotel where the meeting was to be held, Roman had already rented a room for them. So she got into the car and set off towards the hotel. She calculated that it would take her about twenty minutes to get there at a not too fast speed. Unfortunately, however, she had not taken into account the traffic in big cities and remained stuck, just as she was cursing internally towards the dozens of cars stopped in front of her she felt a pang coming from her groin, Hanna was really regretting not going back up to the office to pee now, she really needed to use the bathroom and as if that wasn't enough she felt strangely bloated with air in her stomach, she had no intention of farting in the car though, she hated doing it and when she was forced she made sure to go out on the balcony for example, freeing herself slowly trying not to make any noise. She began to drum nervously on the steering wheel with her fingers and finally after what seemed like an interminable time, the traffic started to move. At that point the need to urinate had become quite strong, being in the middle of the city she couldn't pull over to the side of the road and even if she could have done so, her dignity would have prevented her. The swelling in her belly had gotten worse, and she couldn't help but fart, so she decided to immediately open the window to let the bad smell out and covered it with some perfume that was in her purse, however the escape of air had created another problem, she felt a gurgling from her belly followed by a cramp and then alarmed she understood that it wasn't just an air problem, she was about to have an attack of diarrhea, she cursed to herself for the unexpected and thought that she had to get to the hotel as soon as possible, go up to the room so she could relieve herself and then take a quick shower. She didn't even think of using a public bathroom, germaphobe as she was, her only option was to get to the hotel as soon as possible, so she pushed her foot with 12 heels on the accelerator, which did not go unnoticed by a police patrol who ordered her to pull over. Hanna bit her lip in frustration. A beefy middle-aged policeman got out of the patrol car and looked her over, asked her to get out so he could show her his papers and asked her why she was running like that. Hanna got out of the car with an effort, her bladder felt like a basketball and her belly gurgled again. She was almost afraid of moving too suddenly, she gave one of her best smiles which had its effect and so she got away with a simple scolding. After thanking the officer, she quickly got back into the car. Just as she was sitting down she had a twinge that for a couple of seconds made her lose control of her bladder, with the result that a small jet of pee came out of her shaved pussy. She managed to regain control immediately, lifted her skirt and saw a small wet spot on her thong. She couldn't believe it was happening to her, she was usually careful not to find herself in these situations, she always went to the bathroom before leaving, this time she hadn't done it because she was in a hurry, she cursed herself again for not going back to the office when she felt the urge. At that point she felt a new cramp coming from her belly and she couldn't hold back another fart. Things were starting to get serious, she absolutely had to get to the bathroom as soon as possible. She finally reached the hotel but wasted precious minutes trying to find a parking spot, while her situation worsened. Just as she was walking towards the elevator that took her to the room she heard someone calling her name, it was Roman who intercepted her, with great discomfort Hanna smiled and headed towards him. The meeting was about to start and she didn't have time to go up to the room. She thought quickly, she felt that she couldn't resist much longer, she felt her panties damp and her belly continued to gurgling, she only hoped she wouldn't fart in front of Roman. While looking for a parking spot she had another leak, luckily her skirt hadn't gotten wet. Once the meeting started she would say that she had forgotten something in the car and would look for a bathroom. She was too embarrassed to tell Roman the truth, she always wanted to appear perfect in his eyes, she couldn't tell him that she was having an attack of diarrhea. The meeting had begun and Hanna knew it was a matter of minutes before she lost her battle, she felt that her pussy could open like a door at any moment to let out the torrent that contained her bladder and her bowels and her anus do the same. To Roman's great surprise, his wife and two daughters had also shown up at the meeting "officially" to surprise him. Vika and Natasha looked at Hanna and smiled, the latter with an effort returned the smile, while a drop of sweat ran down her forehead. The two noticed the girl's tight legs and a sense of discomfort on her face. Natasha wondered how she could still resist after those massive doses of laxative and diuretic that she had ingested, she must have really had great self-control. but she must have been at her limit, she thought looking at her suffering expression even though she tried to hide it. So while her parents talked, with Roman pretending to have appreciated the surprise. Natasha and Vika had started a conversation with Hanna trying to hold her back from running away to the bathroom. After a while, Hanna felt she was at the limit and told Roman that she had forgotten some documents in the car and would go get them. Hanna left the room and as planned instead of going to the parking lot she headed towards the toilets, with great dismay she found a sign that said out of order, Vika and Natasha had paid a cleaner 200 euros to temporarily put that sign up for the duration of the meeting. Hanna let out another fart, felt her anus wet and fell into panic. So desperate Hanna went back to the room and having no other choice she confessed to Roman that she absolutely needed to use the bathroom but the toilets were out of order. Roman couldn't go up to the room or his wife would find out about his extramarital affair, he asked Hanna if she could hold out until the end of the meeting but the girl nervously shook her head, she had abandoned her dignity and was holding her crotch and butt with her hands, she was almost in tears. At that point she let out a very loud fart that silenced the room. She started whining "please Roman, I need to shit and piss, I feel bad, I can't take it anymore!". Roman was petrified with embarrassment, while Vika and Natasha were beaming, their revenge was finally about to be fulfilled. Suddenly a crash was heard that broke the silence in the room after Hanna's statement, a powerful jet started from the girl's groin, her thong couldn't contain it and the powerful jet of pee hit the marble floor noisily among the astonished looks of those present, the loss of control of her bladder also made her now exhausted sphincter relax. From her anus fell beyond her thong a huge log followed by a brown torrent. Hanna seemed almost alienated from the world unable to stop the two torrents that were coming out of her uncontrollably. Those present were shocked and tried to distance themselves also because of the smell, I couldn't believe that a girl so sexy that she looked like a model, was doing her business in the middle of a room full of people. Roman couldn't believe what he was seeing, that sexy angel he shared his bed with was destroying his reputation in this horrible way, he was horrified to think that that beautiful pussy and that adorable perfect asshole that he loved to lick and or that he had penetrated only the night before, were now spewing piss and shit like two volcanoes. It took almost two minutes for the "show" to end. When the girl recovered she realized what had happened and ran away from the room in tears leaving behind a yellow and brown lake. Hanna was in tears it couldn't be happening, she hoped it was a nightmare from which she couldn't wait to wake up. She had gotten rid of the now irretrievable thong, there was no trace of the sexy woman who had arrived at the hotel, she was sweating, her hair was all disheveled and her skirt was stained in an obvious way revealing to everyone who crossed her the fact that she had had an accident. She ran towards the garage, she wanted to escape, she got into the car ignoring the fact that the dirty car could stain the seats. Since that day Hanna had changed cities out of shame and every day she regretted what she had lost, without Roman's money she had had to sell the car since she could no longer maintain it and the jewelry and now live in a modest apartment. She had not tried to contact Roman again, who after a humiliating apology had made peace with his wife. However, she had not yet given up on the good life, after all, she just needed to find another rich businessman... Vika and Natasha's revenge (lite version) Hanna was 24 years old and had always been a very attractive girl: tall, with long dark brown hair, beautiful green eyes, large breasts and a firm, shapely butt. She was very popular among her male peers and much envied by girls. She usually always managed to get what she wanted because she was a manipulator and many of her were always ready to do her favors to get some of her attention. However, she was a careerist and was very attracted to her luxurious life and comfort, which is why she began dating men older than her. In the last year she had had a stroke of luck, she had managed to attract the attention of Roman, a rich tycoon of Russian origin in his fifties, with whom she had begun a clandestine relationship. The man was married and had two daughters Vika and Natasha, and officially Hanna was his secretary. The man often met her in a hotel room with the excuse of being out on business. Hanna for her part was not known for going unnoticed and she flaunted the gifts Roman had given her, such as designer clothes, jewelry and most importantly a Porsche Panamera that Roman had given her for her birthday. To "thank" him for the gift, she had given Roman an unforgettable night, so much so that the exhausted man had finally fallen asleep like a stone. Hanna was surprised that a man of her age was so insatiable in bed, she had also indulged in anal intercourse, something she didn't particularly like, but it was worth feeling a bit of discomfort, given the standard of living which he had obtained. This ostentation meant that the man's daughters began to suspect something and after following their father they discovered that what they suspected was true, that is, their father's hateful and unpleasant secretary was having an affair with him. Enraged by what the man was doing to their mother and to them, they decided to take revenge on that woman who was making their father move away from the family and stealing his assets. Thanks to Natasha's doctor boyfriend, they hatched a plan to make Hanna pay: they had obtained a very powerful diuretic, now they had to find a way to make her take it and then they would put their plan into action. Natasha's boyfriend didn't know exactly what the two girls had in mind (he thought the two had read about some crazy diet on the internet) and had begged them to go easy on that diuretic which was very strong and they could have problems of incontinence and to take at most a few drops. The afternoon of the next day the two went to visit her father in her office and Natasha offered to prepare some tea, it would be her opportunity. Once she had poured the tea into the cups, she took the diuretic bottle out of her purse and when she unscrewed it, the dropper fell out and broke, at which point she decided to pour some from the bottle but Vika's entry into the kitchen made her jump and Almost half of the contents ended up in the cup. The two girls looked at each other and thought, never mind worse for her. The two returned to her father and called Hanna to offer her a cup of tea too. The latter didn't like Roman's two daughters at all, but she didn't want to seem rude in front of him and she accepted with a fake smile. Vika and Natasha had made sure that Hanna drank the right cup, it would have been a disaster if one of them or even her father had drank it by mistake because the loss of her reputation would have damaged them too. According to the diuretic leaflet, 20 minutes/half an hour should have passed for it to take full effect. The two then said goodbye to their father and left, preparing the other part of their plan. That same evening Roman was supposed to go to a business meeting and had asked Hanna to accompany him. There would be many big names in business at that meeting. Roman had left early, while Hanna had to finish preparing some documents and above all she had to make herself beautiful for the evening: she had worn a tight dress that highlighted her curves and she certainly thought she would attract a lot of attention at that meeting of rich people entrepreneurs. Just as she had just gone down to Roman's private garage and was about to open the door of his Porsche, she felt a slight sense of discomfort in her lower abdomen, she thought it was strange since she had peed not long before, perhaps she had drunk too much tea. She didn't feel like going up twenty floors in the elevator to the office again, she would do it later at the hotel where the meeting was to be held, Roman had already rented a room for them. So she got into the car and left for the hotel. She estimated that it would take about twenty minutes to reach him at a speed not too fast. Unfortunately, however, she hadn't taken into account the traffic of the big cities and remained bottled up, just as she was cursing inside herself towards the dozens of cars stopped in front of her she felt a pang coming from her groin, Hanna was really regretting not having got back in office to pee now, he really urgently needed to use the bathroom. She began tapping her fingers nervously on the steering wheel and finally, after what seemed like an interminable time, the traffic began to move. At that point the need to urinate had become her only thought, as she was in the middle of the city she couldn't pull over to the side of the road and even if she could have done so, her dignity would have prevented it. She didn't even think about using some germophobic public bathroom as she was, her only option was to get to the hotel as soon as possible, so she would run up to the room and finally free her bladder, so she pushed her foot onto the accelerator, which did not escape a police patrol who ordered her to pull over. Hanna bit her lip in frustration. A beefy middle-aged policeman got out of her car and looked at her and asked her to get out to show him her documents and asked her why she was running like that. Hanna with an effort got out of the car, her bladder felt like a basketball and she was almost afraid to move too abruptly, she gave her one of her best smiles which had the effect on her and so she got away with a simple lecture. After thanking the officer, she and she got back into the car. Just as she sat down she had a pang that made her lose control for a couple of seconds, resulting in a small stream of her pee coming out of her shaved pussy. She quickly regained control, lifted her skirt and saw a small wet spot on her thong. She couldn't believe it was happening to her, she was usually always careful not to find herself in these situations, she always went to the bathroom before going out, this time she hadn't done so because she was in a hurry, she still cursed herself for not having gone back to the office when she heard the stimulus. She finally reached the hotel but lost more precious minutes trying to find a parking space as his situation worsened. Just as she was heading towards the elevator she heard herself called, it was Roman who intercepted her, much to her discomfort Hanna smiled and headed towards him. she was about to start the meeting and didn't have time to go up to the room. She thought quickly, she felt that she couldn't hold on much longer, her panties were wet, while she was looking for parking she had had another leak, luckily her skirt hadn't gotten wet. Once the meeting started she allegedly told Roman that she forgot something in the car and she started looking for a bathroom. She was too embarrassed to tell Roman the truth, she always wanted to appear perfect in his eyes. The meeting had begun and Hanna knew that it was a matter of minutes before she lost her battle, she felt that her pussy could open like a door at any moment to let out the torrent that contained her bladder. To Roman's great surprise, his wife and two daughters also showed up at the meeting "officially" to surprise him. Vika and Natasha looked at Hanna and smiled at her, the latter with an effort returned her smile, while a drop of sweat fell from her forehead. The two noticed the girl's tight legs and a sense of unease on her face. Natasha wondered how she could still resist after all that diuretic, she must have had an iron bladder. But she must have been at her limit, she thought. So while the parents were talking to Roman he pretended to have appreciated the surprise. Natasha and Vika had started a conversation with Hanna trying to keep her from running away to the bathroom. Hanna felt like she was at her limit and she told Roman that she had forgotten some documents in the car and she would go get them. Amy left the room and headed towards the services, to her great dismay she found a sign saying out of service, Vika and Natasha had paid an attendant 200 dollars to temporarily put up that sign for the duration of the meeting. Hanna then desperately returned to the room and, unable to do otherwise, confessed to Roman that she absolutely urgently needed to use the bathroom but the services were out of order. Roman couldn't go up to the room otherwise his wife would discover his extramarital affair, he asked Hanna if he could resist until the end of the meeting but the girl said no, she had now abandoned her dignity and was holding his crotch with her hand , he was close to tears. She started whining "please, Roman, i need to piss, I'm sick!". Roman, was petrified of embarrassment. Vika and Natasha were beaming, their revenge was finally about to take place. Suddenly there was a splash that broke the silence in the room after Hanna's statement, a very powerful jet started from the girl's groin, her thong couldn't contain it and the powerful jet hit the marble floor noisily between the amazed looks from those present. Hanna almost seemed to be shut out of the world, unable to stop the torrent that poured out of her pussy and lasted for a full minute. When the girl recovered she realized what had happened and she fled the room in tears leaving a lake behind. Since that day Hanna had moved city out of shame and every day she regretted what she had lost, without Roman's money she had had to sell the Porsche and the jewels and now she lived in a modest apartment. She no longer tried to contact Roman, who after the humiliating apology had made peace with his wife. However, she had not yet given up on her beautiful life, after all she just needed to find another rich businessman...

I could hear my mother throwing open the drapes to let the sunshine in. She gently pulled the covers back and shook me gently; “time to get ready for school sweetheart.” I laid there pretending to be asleep and also pretending not to hear what she was saying. I was never a good lair but I tried all the same, shielding my eyes from the sunlight with my forearm I mustered up some pretty convincing snoring sounds, all the while I could hear my mom moving about the room around. I became aware of the cool morning air on my legs and hated the feeling. I’d always worn oversized night shirts to bed which I could tell was all knotted around me, I must have moved around a lot in the night, everything seemed normal except for my underwear, which felt warm and clammy, but I didn’t care in that moment. I only wanted a few more minutes of sleep, why couldn’t mom understand that. I didn’t have to pee either which further proved that it wasn’t time to get up yet. I felt my mom tugging at the sides of my underwear, I heard the pop of tapes being loosened followed by my mom peeled back the front of my diaper. The shock of the cold baby wipes on my skin was enough to jolt me awake. “What is… What is happening..?” I said in the most pitiful voice I could muster. With one hand my mom grabbed both of my ankles and lifted my bottom in the air only to let me down again a moment later. “Why am I wearing a diaper mommy? I wear panties. I don’t wear diapers anymore.” I said beginning to clear the cobwebs. Mother only laughed as she finished taping up the sides off the clean diaper. “Don’t be silly Ashley, we talked about this a couple days ago at the park, don’t you remember?” “We decided you weren’t ready for potty training yet.” I sat up trying to remember going to the park. I knew the park she was talking about, it was right up the road and we’d been going there since I was a toddler, but this talk that my mom was saying we had, I couldn’t place it. I feel like being told that I wasn’t ready to sit on the toilet was something I would remember. I shook my head, trying to gather myself. Okay so, I’m not potty trained and I wear diapers. That is going on and what else has changed since I went to bed last night? My mother helped dress me the rest of the way and even tied my shoes on for me, which she hadn’t done since I was in the first grade. Things at school seemed normal, I was still in Mrs. Saunders fourth grade class and all my friends were still there, Amy, Jenifer and Joan, all giggling amongst themselves. We’d always talk during lunch and recess breaks. Mrs. Saunders was writing on the chalk board when I felt a tingling in-between my legs, but before I could give it a second thought, I was peeing, the warmth spreading all over, I sat there unable to move. When the pee finally stopped, I felt around my pants and bottom with my left hand as carefully as I could, not wanting to draw attention to myself. All dry. Wow. The diaper held it all, I thought to myself surprised. This isn’t too bad. During recess me and Amy talked about her older brother Andy who would tease her, she told me that last night she shoved him into a metal door knob hurting his back and making him cry. She got in trouble but she seemed to be proud of herself. By the time school let out the diaper was noticeably heavier and I had a waddle to my step. I must have wet it again at some point without realizing it. When I got home my mother met me at the door, she inched down my track pants so my underwear was on full display, she pressed on the front of the diaper with the palm of her hand and then pulled out the back and peeked down my backside before telling me I needed a change, which I would have told her if she’d asked. But maybe that’s what it means not to be potty trained. Babies don’t tell their parents when they need a change; they don’t have to, that’s not their job. How nice would that be, not having to worry about anything and to be completely taken care of. It was a passing thought but an interesting one. I made my way to my bedroom and lay on the changing table along the wall. Had the changing table always been there? It must have, next to the table was a book shelf that used to have books on it, the books had been replaced with bags of diapers, the packages had pictures of boys and girls my age wearing nothing but diapers around their waists. They looked happy as could be. I’d never seen such a thing, or maybe I had. As I laid there getting my diaper changed, I looked around the room, I saw my old teddy bear resting on the bed across from me. I thought I’d lost him, I hadn’t seen him in a long time but there he was as if he’d been there the whole time. Dinner that night was a big bowl of Kraft Mac & cheese followed by some Family TV shows from the 90’s. During the second episode of Home Improvement I felt a knot in my belly that was beginning to feel uncomfortable. I knew Laying down would make me feel better so I grabbed a blanket and lay on the couch next to my mom. The relief was instant, I knew I was messing my diaper but it felt like the right thing to do. A few more pushes and the discomfort was gone. If mom noticed she didn’t seem to care. Oddly enough even though I could feel the full diaper pressing up against my bottom, I couldn’t smell it. After the show was over it was time for another diaper change and time to start getting ready for bed. Mom didn’t treat this diaper change any differently than the wet diapers she’d changed earlier in the day. She just used more wipes to get me clean this time. Before bed mom tucked me in and gave me a kiss goodnight. As I laid in the dark thinking about the weird day I’d had my hands felt the plastic of the diaper taped to my waist. It felt right, it felt like it was always supposed to be there. I pushed lightly against the front of the diaper and heard the soft crinkling sound. I hadn’t felt this good in a very long time. Sleep followed shortly after. When I would wake up the next morning I would find my room without a changing table. Books on the selves, no teddy bear on the bed and most disappointingly of all my big girl panties around my hips, the one thing that gave me pause was that for the first time since I was potty trained, I’d wet the bed. I sat up slowly taking in my surroundings. My night shirt was wet up to my belly button and the bed had a large dark spot the size of a basketball where I had been laying a moment before. It was coming back to me it was Saturday morning and by the look of it mid morning. Not really knowing what to do. I stripped out of my wet clothes and went to the closet to pick out a clean outfit. It came slowly that the events of the previous day had only been a dream. A very real feeling dream but a dream none the less. Everything was the same except that I wasn’t potty trained and it was a good dream, I was happy. But that's silly, nobody my age was still in diapers. Like every girl in my class, I wanted nothing more than to skip through the next five years so I could start learning to drive, go to the mall and date boys. But after that dream, I was suddenly unsure. It wouldn’t be bad to stay young, if only for a little while longer. Maybe instead of trying to act older than my age, I should act my age. After all here I was a young girl who had just wet her bed. Life went on like normal after that, my mom was upset for all of five minutes when I told her about my accident, she cleaned the mattress and wrote it off as a onetime accident that could happen to anyone. Slowly the memory of the dream began to fade, I chose not to tell my parents about the dream, mostly because I didn’t know how to tell it without it sounding crazy. A week later I was in my 4th grade class room, the sun shone through the windows warming the side of my face. Turning towards the light I saw birds in the trees while squirrels ran through the courtyard. It was a beautiful spring morning and I couldn’t wait to get outside and lay in the grass. I closed my eyes just for a moment and sighed deeply. My bottom grew warm as I let the air out of my lungs. Somewhere in my subconscious, I knew I was wetting my diaper. This was okay, the diapers get wet, they get dirty, and they get changed. No big deal. Except it was a big deal, the realization that I was dreaming came to me slowly. I looked around the class. Everything seemed right, except one thing, how did I get here? The last thing I could remember was going to bed the night before. And now her I was sitting in a wet diaper. I stuck my hand down my pants and felt the soft plastic shell of the disposable diaper just too confirm. It squished as my hand brushed up against it. When I wet the diaper I was probably wetting my bed in the real world I realized. Oh well, nothing to be done for it now. Now that I know that I’m dreaming, what do I do? I sat there in for a moment taking everything in. I felt a ball of energy slowly building inside of me and before I knew it I was running full speed. I heard my chair hit the ground and the teacher yelling after me but by then I was already running down the hall. I heard myself laughing as I threw open the doors to the playground. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again. It was recess. The playground was alive with the laughter of children at play. All my friends were there, we played tag, running around the field. I stopped to catch my breath. Hands resting on my knees, hunched over slightly in that brief moment of rest my stomach gave an involuntary push, I laughed as the creases in the back of the diaper unfolded to accommodate the mess that I was putting into it. I was pooping my pants in front of all my friends and it didn’t matter. I laughed some more as the flow of poop kept going until my whole backside was covered and there was nowhere else for it to go. Once I was done it was right back to playing. None of my friends noticed or skipped a beat. We played for minutes. Hours? It’s hard to say. Perhaps I’d actually grown tired because when the bell rang I forgot that I was in control and I followed the crowd of children back towards the school for lunch. One of the teacher’s assistants stopped me before I could get inside though. “Hold it right there kiddo, I think someone filled their britches.” Andrea the TA said with a smile, she gently turned me around as you would a toddler and pulled at the back of my pants to look inside. “Yep, that’s what I thought, why don’t you come with me and we’ll get you taken care of.” She took me by the hand and led me down the hall. The realization that I just had my diaper checked in front of the entire school made me giggle. I knew she was taking me to the nurse’s office. That was where I always went to get changed. As I opened the door a bright blinding light came over me and I was back in my bedroom. The bright light was coming from the window overlooking the street I must have forgotten to close the drapes the night before. My bed was wet, I wasn’t upset though. It was a happy accident. I thought back to my dreams this one and the one I’d had the week before, I didn’t understand what they meant but I knew how they made me feel. It felt good to be taken care of, to have all my needs attended to. A part of me longed for that. Was I too old to get that feeling back? After this second dream I had to know for sure. The End

Authors note This just a story that came to me this morning. It takes place in PrincessPottyPants's Diaper Dimension setting. All characters are in their 20's or older. It's probably just going to be a short story, I don't have any plans for it and I can't promise that I'll be inspired to write more. But I hope you enjoy it and I appreciate any critiques and responses. Fair warning, my writing is pretty rusty so there's bound to be some mistakes (especially if I don't go over it before posting). Also I have anxiety so I'll do my best to respond, just know I tend to be awkward ?. Prelude Marietta shut her eyes and wished she could cover her ears. The sharp laughter was deafening and pierced her deeply. How had she gotten here you ask? She had thought she was safe. Not only had she thought she was safe but she believed it and acted accordingly. One of the biggest mistakes a Little could make, and she had done it so confidently. Her mind kept replaying the events of the day in little bursts she couldn't control. Not being in control is something she will have to get used to, because she will never know it's freedom again. Chapter 1: Winter's Lament The morning had started off better then it had for a while. Spring was finally starting to show itself. Winter was still clutching on to the weather, not quite ready to go into hibernation. But, Winter's time was coming to an end regardless of it's desperate attempts to live on. This duel of the seasons left the mornings chilly and the afternoons warm, the perfect amounts of cold and hot. Marietta had come to hate Winter and it's bitter cold that left her miserable and desperate for warmth. So, while she didn't care for the rainy and allergy ridden Spring, she was ready to embrace it like a long lost friend. Marietta yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as the shrill sound of her alarm clock dutifully made sure she was awake. "Hey Hewie, stop alarm." She told her AI Assistant as she got out of bed and stretched. "Okay, stopping the alarm." The little pink cube on her desk responded. Looking out her open window she felt an inner peace, today would be a good day she decided. Or at least far better then yesterday had been. The warmer weather seemed to chase away her negative thoughts and depressed mood. She knew it was only temporary, but it was still refreshing to have them at bay for now. "Hey Hewie, what's the weather today?" She asked while brushing her long curly black hair. "Right now the weather in Poptonia is 56 degrees, but it feels like 53 due to wind chill. The low for the day is 56 while the high is 73. There's a low chance of rain today." The promise of good weather brought a smile to the little woman's face. Today would be a good day to revitalize her garden. While it had snowed very sparsely this Winter, she had neglected to take any steps to protect her garden during the cold months. This meant she would have to put in extra effort to get it up and ready as quick as possible. Gardening was much more than a hobby for the little greenhorn, it was her lifeblood. Grocery stores are notorious for being a dangerous place for littles, especially if they go alone. Her garden helped her get all the fresh vegetables, fruit, and herbs that she would need for the year. Everything else she ordered online, but fresh food was something you couldn't trust to an online delivery service. If an Amazon or Tweener delivery driver found out they were delivering to a Little, they could tamper with the food and the Little would be none the wiser. That is, until they ended up having a massive 'accident' from the laxative that was injected into the food. Of course it would only be a few moments before the delivery driver, or someone sent on their behest, came to 'help' the poor Little. Helping them out of their soiled underwear and right into a nice thick diaper. Marietta shook her head to stop herself from ruminating on the unfairness and dangers of the life she lived. She was determined to use the nice weather as a springboard for positive thinking and a happier mood. Spring was for the right and now, it was for admiring the roses and enjoying life. Winter was for the past, nursing old pricks, and surviving. To cement her determination to a brighter day, she decided to wear some brighter colors then usual. The jeans she slid up over her bright pink panties were a nice deep blue. They would've looked better if they hugged her curves and showed off her long legs, but she couldn't take that risk. With them being baggy no one could tell what she was wearing underneath. She knew it was safer, and smarter, to wear a Pull-Up, but she couldn't bring herself to do it today. That would certainly tank her mood, and it would be a constant reminder of her place in this cruel world. Which, she was certain, was the whole point of the Amazons wanting her to wear them. To an Amazon a 'mature' Little didn't need diapers, and while their undergarments weren't policed like those of 'immature' Littles, a Pull-Up was a true sign of a Little's 'maturity'. Without one she was making herself vulnerable to Pull-Up Preachers and accusations surrendering her maturity. If the price of being happy for the day is a few minutes of being uncomfortable, that's a price she's willing to pay. In theory the baggy jeans are supposed to protect her from such experiences, but in practice Amazons were free to 'check' her if they wanted to. Even though there weren't any laws, or rules at her college, that demanded she wear protection, her Amazon teachers were still allowed to feel her up and openly embarrass her. After all, it would be their classroom she would 'ruin' or interrupt if she had an 'accident' due to not being properly 'protected'. And of course, 'Amazons Know Best', meaning they're always right and can get away with practically anything. After spending a few minutes perusing her closet, Marietta finally finds a suitable top. She slides the deep red blouse over her lacey pink bra. The short sleeved blouse was loose enough that it doesn't show off her breasts, and 'mature' enough that you can tell she's an adult. If she wore something that hugged her curves or showed off her breasts it would only be used against her by an Amazon hoping to adopt her. They would say she was trying so hard to look like an adult that she didn't care how 'risque' she looked. The cherry on top would be a comment along the lines of how she doesn't have very much to display anyway. She finishes off her look with a dark green cardigan, black sneakers, silver stud earrings, and a simple silver sun necklace. If she wears colors that are too bright it will invite an Amazon to imagine her in colorful baby clothes. If she wears too much jewelry, or if it's too loud in color or design, it would bring comments of how she's trying to hard or how cute she is. The life of a Little is one of meticulous planning and preparing. Grabbing her bookbag and a premade breakfast shake, Marietta steps out of the safety of her home, prepared for the beauty and potential dangers of the day. A hard slap on her bottom drags her back to the present, where she should be. After all, Winter is for the past, and despite all the mourning, Spring is here and it's time for the here and now. An involuntary whimper escapes from the little woman, drawing more of the deafening laughter. Opening her eyes Marietta's attention is greeted by hungry eyes and toothy grins. Awaiting her are dozens of grasping and wandering hands as their owners are desperate to take part in her torment. "Stop squirming!" The booming voice shouted at her. She couldn't think of who the voice belongs to, but she was sure it sounded familiar. In fact, she can't think of anything. Time feels excruciatingly slow and everything has a blur to it, not a single thought bubbles to the surface of her mind. A numbness seeps through her entire body, and her head feels weightless. Staring into the distance, Marietta is once again swept up into her memories, and away from the nightmare that is the here and now. *authors note* Okay so I'll definitely write another chapter because I have more ideas for this. Also while I do love a good cliffhanger, I hate unresolved ones and unanswered questions. But i have no idea when I'll write/post more, so I'll see you when I see you! ❤️ I don't have any experience posting in online forms/rooms like this so any advice relating to format and suggested tags would be appreciated as well!

Mark stood with his back against a wall, knees bent slightly, focused on his diapers. The freedom was intoxicating. Nobody in college cared about what anyone else was doing–he could walk right through campus wearing a diaper beneath his jeans, and nobody would even glance his direction. He could even use the diapers. So, just off a walking path, leaning against the library wall, he pushed right into his diaper, filling them up in broad daylight. It’d taken a while to build up to this level of confidence. He’d been terrified to go out in public the first time, and even wetting while out had taken a few diapered strolls. Now, though, he knew the truth–he could do anything he wanted, even filling up his diaper, and nobody would notice. He straightened, feeling the mess sag in his padding, held against his body by his tight jeans, and– “Hey,” a girl said, tucking her hair behind her ear. Mark glanced around, but the girl was looking right at him. “Uh…hey?” She looked him up and down. “Are you wearing a diaper?” He turned bright pink. “No!” She stepped up, stalking towards him. She wore an expression of amusement and disbelief, with a tinge of ‘I can tell you’re lying’. “You are!” “N-no, I’m not!” Mark protested, pulling down on the hem of his T-shirt, hiding the waistband of his diaper. As she got closer, the girl wrinkled her nose, sniffing the accident he’d pushed out just moments before. “Oh my gosh, you are, and you just used it!” “I didn’t, I–” “I can smell it,” she cut in. “You are so full of crap!” She paused, catching her own pun, and giggled. “Don’t tell anyone!” Mark said, flushing pink, glancing up and down the path. At least nobody else was watching. The girl hesitated. “Wait, are you–no, you couldn’t be. I saw you going in it on purpose, if you were incontinent you wouldn’t have done that.” Mark couldn’t think up a better excuse, so he just nodded meekly. “So what, did you lose a bet?” she asked, pinching her nose and smirking. “Oh gosh, you really stink.” He shook his head, avoiding eye contact with her. “I just…wanted to.” Her smirk widened. “Can I see?” Already pink, Mark’s face turned bright red. “What?” “Come on, show me,” she said. “I want to see.” Meekly, Mark checked the surrounding areas again, then lifted his shirt so she could see the waistband. Without asking first, the girl reached forward, pulling out the waistband of his jeans. “Those are so cute! What, are those lions? Adorable.” He pushed her hand away, tugging his shirt back down. “Don’t tell anyone, please.” “Oh?” she asked, as though the idea hadn’t even occurred to her. “Why not, diaper boy?” “It’s, um, Mark,” he said. “I like ‘Diaper boy’,” she said. “And what, are you worried people will find out that you like wearing stinky diapers?” He shuddered, chest fluttering. “I–um–” “It’s okay,” she said, leaning back. “I’ll keep your secret.” Mark let out a breath. “Thank–” “If you tell me whenever you’re wearing a diaper,” she said. Mark’s voice caught in his throat, and a little ‘squeak’ escaped him. Finding his words, he managed to ask, “H-huh?” Reaching down, she took his wrist. “Well, I think it’s cute. Little blushy baby boys are fun, and next time you decide to make a stinky mess, I want to be there.” Pressing his wrist against the wall, she stepped closer, so her face was right up against his. “Would you like that? Letting a girl see what a baby you are?” He shuddered, but couldn’t lie. He nodded. Reaching into the clutch on her bag, the girl produced something he couldn’t see. “Don’t move.” He didn’t, and she reached down, unzipping his jeans. He felt something press against his diaper, and blushed as he felt himself grow hard, something the girl certainly noticed. A few moments passed, and she pulled away. She smirked, returning to her bouncy, amused state, inflicting terrible whiplash on Mark’s headspace. “Okay then, diaper boy. I’m Cynthia, by the way. Give me a call next time, and maybe I’ll help you put your diaper on.” He looked down, seeing his diaper plainly visible, jeans unzipped and pulled a few inches down. And right on the front, Cynthia had written her phone number. ... I wrote this as a giveaway for one of my Patreon subs, to celebrate getting to a new milestone and having 200 subscribers! As an additional perk of hitting this milestone, I've begun writing a new story, exclusively for my subscribers. It's called, "Diaper U"; a magical academy story about Alphabeta University, a prestigious all-girls school for witches, and Danny Aster, the boy who enrolls - only to find that they've got a very strict dress code and not a single men's restroom. So far, only the first chapter is up - and it's not getting posted outside of Patreon or Subscribestar, so you'll have to check it out there if you want to read Diaper U! Read 'Diaper U' on Patreon Read 'Diaper U' on SubscribeStar

I am 20 and a male. So I went on a 6 hour long car ride a few weeks ago. I was visiting a city in Southern California. I didn't bring any ABDL supplies like diapers or anything on the trip (even though I was only traveling by myself). I was there for a while and midway through my stay there, I decided to order diapers through Amazon. I have Amazon Prime so they should arrive the next day and they did. So my plan was at the end of the week to check out of the hotel and wear diapers the whole way back home. The drive is a long 6 hours but more like 7 including stops. I bought a pack of Abena M4 diapers because they had Amazon Prime. Now, these diapers are not discrete at all! They are bulky and crinkly, but they were the cheapest. I didn't want to spend a ton of money and a pack of like 12 was only $20. I ordered baby powder too. So, it is the end of the week and I was heading home. I decided not to diaper myself in the hotel before checking out because I still had to interact with people in public. I just packed the diapers and powder in my suitcase. There are many rest stops throughout the drive so I figured I could just change there. Now! Note that I've never really worn in public, maybe once or twice in a tiny pullup but that's it and now I'll be trying with a huge diaper. But it's fine because I'll be in the security of my car for the most part. Sorry with all the background information but this is where it gets interesting. So I stopped by 7-11 and picked up large drinks and snacks for the ride back. I actually missed the first rest stop back and the next one wasn't for another 2 hours so I decided to stop by a gas station. This is nerve racking because these restrooms are not individual rooms. I got a backpack and slipped a diaper in it. I was wearing slim jeans so I hoped it wouldn't show too bad. I got in and I went in the big stall in the back. The toilet had no lid so I had to like sit on one side of the seat. I honesty thought I might slip in. Anyway, I pulled out the diaper and proceeded to quietly unfold and spread out the diaper. I think it was pretty loud but I tried doing it when other people weren't in the restroom. It was really hard putting it on but I eventually did. I pulled up my jeans and even flushed the toilet to make it seem normal. There weren't any mirrors so I honestly had no idea if it was just like totally noticeable or not. There were a lot of younger people and kids there so I was even more anxious. I walked all the way to my car and the crinkle was really obvious but luckily it was pretty loud outside. The feeling of walking with a thick padding in your pants was definitely weird. But, anyway I made it to the car and sitting on the diaper was surprisingly soft and comfortable. Off we go again. I'm driving and I've already drank a lot of water so I just start wetting whenever I feel the urge. It was actually A LOT of pee. I'm surprised I didn't leak at all. So I was sitting in this for about 30 minutes but then I had to poo. It must've been something I ate or drank earlier. I lifted up my butt a little bit from the seat and out some a moderate amount of poo. It smelt pretty bad. I sat back down and realized the situation I just put myself in. The next rest stop was sure to be an adventure. I arrive at the next rest stop and there is a surprising amount of people there. And up pulled up too large buses with kids so I just sat in my smelly car waiting for the amount of people to lower. It was fairly dark out too so at least it wasn't in bright daylight. So my car smelt super bad! My diaper was nearly about the explode I felt. I dug through my suitcase once again, grabbed another thick diaper and slipped it in my backpack. I looked at the restrooms and realized they were communal and not individual. But I had to do it because I couldn't show up at my house being like this. So I began walking to the restroom and I could feel my butt moving like I had a huge messy diaper on. I pulled down my shirt a lot to make sure it wouldn't ride up above my waistband. I got to the restroom and got in on the stalls. I sat in the same position as before and wow was that a lot of squish. It smelt bad too but I hoped it was blend in with the men's restroom anyway. Anyway, I acted like before and tried being as discrete as I could. I unstrapped the messy and wet diaper and it had squished around the entire diaper so I was practically covered in poo. Luckily I had some facial cleaning wipes that I shoved in my bag or else I would've been screwed. The toilet paper was thin and kept ripping so I was making a lot of noise. I used a lot of the wet wipes to wipe as much as I could but I was still making a complete mess and the smell was getting worse. And there was a constant flow of people in and out of this restroom. I rolled up the diaper and put it to the side and continued to try and wipe myself clean. I was making so much noise in addition to the crinkle of the diaper! I was sooo anxious! But I cleaned myself as much as I could but my body still smelt really bad. I grabbed the fresh diaper and powdered it before putting it under me. I then powdered my legs and butt and everywhere a lot to try and cover up the smell. But if the poopy diaper smell wasn't already a dead giveaway then the baby powder smell was because I put on so much! The diaper is so crinkly too OMG! So I waited when there was a brief period where no one was in the room so I quickly wrapped myself and tapped it on. I forgot how stiff and bulky a fresh diaper is on your body. But anyway, I puled up jeans once again over my thickly padded butt area. I packed my backpack but now I had to discard of the messy diaper. I tried rolling it up in some toilet paper but the paper kept ripping so that was no use. I decided to make a run for it for the trash can which was just outside the door. Luckily nobody entered the restroom at that moment so I was in the clear. So, I washed my hands Thoroughly and starting walking back to my car. The diaper under my jeans must've been so obvious. Regardless, I made it back to the car without any confrontations. Furthermore, there was about 2 hours left on the ride back and half was spent in another wet diaper. It was all the water and Poweraid I drank earlier. I didn't mess this time and figured I could hide a wet diaper at home easier. But I still filled it up pretty good anyway. This is a long story. I eventually made it home without any problems and to my backroom where I could change and shower. I went to bed that night thinking about how babyish I was and was thinking about uncontrollably messing and wetting myself like a little baby who wears diapers and needs a pacifier. I wish I could wear 24/7 but wow, wearing and changing in public, especially in a messy diaper is nerve racking. If I can't wear 24/7, I hope to be a bedwetter someday. Anyway, that's my true story! I hope you all enjoyed although it was quite a long story. Thanks for reading!! Please feel free to comment any of your stories of wearing on road trips or changing in public! Note: I didn't grammar or spell check this so please forgive my errors. I just wrote this quickly because I wanted to share and didn't have time to edit.