A Long Nights Drive (Revisited)

[monkeypee]

a long night's drive

The sun set as I checked the car one last time. My bags were packed, the house was locked, the stove was off, the dryer was empty, my diaper was snug. It was going to be a long drive, and I preferred them at night on the less traveled roads of the rural forests near my home.

Although the road twisted and turned through the woods, you could carve the corners using both lanes of the road and make good time. At night, you had much less traffic and the moose mostly gone to bed. Oncoming traffic was only a minor inconvenience, because you could see another car's headlights through the trees a long ways away. Slicing through undulating waves of greenery to either side, it was the best video game. Occasionally, you might slow for the rows of reflectors that marked a tiny cluster of trailers with a whorde of cars parked on their front lawns. Occasionally, you might slow for headlights. At midnight, tail lights can only hinder you until the next crossway; if they don't turn there, you will and continue your thrust into the night. There's always another way to get where you are going. Too bad you only got one guy, and you only got one quarter.

I was driving along old route 6 through the mountains, and stopped at a local rest area soon after I set out. It was usually deserted, with only one wooden outhouse for each gender and a couple of picnic tables. I had flooded my diaper while packing, and I thought I would take this opportunity to change myself in the men's and start the trip out fresh. The side away from the road had a big glory hole, but it was too dark to see anything happening inside the outhouse despite the full moon, so my privacy was assured if someone were to spy upon me as I changed. As I pulled in, I saw a pickup truck with a camper conversion parked by a picnic table.

This made me a little nervous. I wasn't prepared for someone else to already be there. I wasn't that heavily diapered, and I had really flooded earlier. I was afraid I'd leak all over the car seat if I didn't change soon. I was wearing a medium depends overnight with a few well placed slits in the plastic backing. It was saturated and leaking through the legs as well as the slits. That was covered by a large two tape store brand diaper. This was wet from liquid slowly soaking through the inner diaper, but it hadn't quite performed up to speed with floodings from my always bursting bladder when it came to catching leg leaks from the depends. The insides of my thigh felt damp against the smooth plastic, but my grey sweatpants didn't show anything yet thanks to an old pair of vinyl pants.

I pulled in near the path to the toilets, and stood on the clutch in indecision. I was soaked, and my bladder was bursting again. If I started to leak seriously I was sunk because my black t-shirt didn't even cover the waist band of my diapers in back if I bent over. To make matters worse, my vinyl pants were getting really stiff in the crotch. If I didn't waddle a little, they would crackle loudly, drawing attention to my bulging bottom as I walked to the toilets.

There was a light on in the back of the camper. That meant that whoever was in there was still awake, and I didn't want to risk someone seeing me in the moonlight. I winced as another urge hit me, and I decided I'd have to change here. Sure, it might take me ten minutes to change, but what were the chances of getting caught? I shut off the engine, got out of the car, and stooped back inside to grab the backpack with my diaper supplies off the front seat.

I picked my way down the short path, and locked myself in the safety and relative privacy of the men's outhouse. I hung my bag on the door and dropped my sweats. I pulled my vinyl pants to my knees, and inspected my crotch. As I expected, the leg bands of the outer disposable had loosened due to all my moving around while packing the car. The outer diaper was by no means full, but was already starting to leak out the sides thanks to the extra bulk of the inner diaper.

Suddenly, the door to the camper creaked open. I froze. I heard someone get out, and the door shut again. I strained my ears, and heard soft footfalls approaching the toilets. Oh, crap! I quickly assessed the situation. Someone was coming to use the bathroom! Changing my diaper would make a lot of tell-tail noise in the quiet of the evening, and the powder would be a dead giveaway. It would take plenty of time during which this person would be standing outside the door in full earshot of my shame. I decided to run for it, and just hold on for the next rest area 30 minutes away.

I tugged my diapers tighter up my hips, first the inner, then the outer. I quickly and quietly refastened the outer leg elastics, and tried to cover up the noise by franticly tearing off a wad of paper from the double roll. I used the paper to quickly mop up the small puddle of pee in the crotch of my plastic pants and swab my inner thighs. I yanked up my plastic pants and sweats, grabbed my diaper bag from the hook, and hurried out. "At least I didn't have to waste water with a fake flush," I thought, considering the stinky hole I had just left behind.

I hurried past the fellow from the camper as he walked down the path to the toilets. I waddled slightly to reduce leaks and the noise of my vinyl underware, looking at the ground but for a quick glance at him as we passed. He was twice my age, had a bit of a paunch, and wore neutral colors. He turned to look at me as I passed, and I kept my head down and my mouth shut, praying that he wasn't listening to my rustling pants. I got back to my car and walked around it to the driver's side door. I straightened the incontinence pad protecting the front seat, and hopped in. The next rest stop was only half an hour down the road, I assured myself. The urgency in my bladder had subsided somewhat. I would just have to hold it.

[monkeypee]

part 2

When I saw the sign for the next rest area I almost cheered. My bladder was only half full but filling rapidly. I had already let out several desperate bursts since being thwarted at my last change, and soaked through the legs of my disposables. For a time there had been a small puddle in my vinyl pants, but it quickly soaked through into my sweatpants the first time I had to push the clutch in to slow down for a small town. My damp ass soaked into the pad on my seat.

Relief slid over me like a warm cloth diaper fresh from the dryer as I pulled down the short road to the rest area parking lot and found no other vehicles. I pulled into a space and considered what I would need from my car. I got out of my car and took my time rummaging though my stuff as I had seen no cars for the whole half an hour trip. I decided to change pants and let the quick drying sweats dry even faster in the breeze from an open window, so I stuffed a pair of pale pink maternity pants in my diaper bag. They were embarrassing to wear, but comfortable, and fit over some pretty huge diapers. Everything else I needed was already in the bag.

I was parked pretty close to the port-a-potties, it was late, and no one was around so I decided to be a little daring. "Besides," I thought to myself, "I could see a car coming from its headlights and just duck into the men's before they drove by." I pealed down my sweats and hung them over the passenger headrest to dry. Grabbing my diaper bag and locking the car, I lit a cigarette. I smoked and took a drink of water leaning against my car, enjoying being in a semi-public bit of woodland wearing nothing but a leaking diaper. I hobbled towards the toilets pretending my diaper backpack had been packed lovingly by my mom for the first day of school . I pissed a few more bursts while walking and felt the wetness spill down my legs a little.

Briefly, my bowels twinged and I considered messing my diaper. I had been holding it all day and the day before, and could really feel a huge load pressing against my prostate. It was getting to the point where I was having really strong bowel contractions every 45 minutes or so. When I felt the urge I really had to concentrate and squeeze my butt cheeks together tightly to prevent a nasty accident in my big-boy diapers. I really liked the naughty feeling of pooping my diapers outside.

I decided against letting go. I had never attempted to clean up a serious mess without a shower handy, and I didn't like the prospect of spending half an hour swabbing my ass with baby wipes in the dark. I didn't want to sit in my mess for the rest of the trip because I knew it would give me diaper rash, and I wanted to wet a few more diapers and change a few more times. This trip had just begun. I squeezed my cheeks until the pressure subsided, and resolved to follow my original plan of pooping when I arrived, probably while lifting the heavy boxes from the car to make it feel more natural.

In the port-a-potty, I wiped down my wet legs with a cloth baby diaper. I mopped up the outside of my plastic pants, then pulled them to my knees to soak the small puddle of pee inside. I caressed my inner thighs and disposables all around, mopping up the wetness to help the tapes stick better when I rolled them up to take with me and enjoying the feel of the heavy gels squishing around my balls. I was just about to step out of my plastic panties in preparation for changing my diapers when I heard a truck slow down and pull in to the rest area. I peeked out a peep hole in the john, and spotted the same camper-truck that was at the last stop! The guy pulled in, hopped right out of the truck and headed right for me!

I quickly pulled up my plastic pants again...there was no time to change at the rate he was moving! I reached for my pants in a panic, and then realised I had left my sweats in my car in full view! He would walk right past them and couldn't miss seeing the dark patches on the seat. While I panicked my hands found, unfurled, and donned the only pants I had available, the pink maternity pants. I adjusted them down as far as I could without my diaper showing underneath my t-shirt, so the legs would look a little longer. Whoever hemmed them before me must have been short.

I hadn't heard him approaching further, so I took a peek out the peephole again and confirmed my worst nightmares! He had not only seen my wet pants hanging to dry in my car, but had stopped and was staring at them as if calculating what must have caused them. I watched in horror as he peered further into my car at the driver's seat. He must be staring at the soaked incontinence pad I had left there! He looked up, almost at me, and I could see him put two and two together as he started taking the few steps that would lead him to the port-a-potty I was in. I could hear his footsteps crunching on the gravel as I searched my diaper bag for my keys. I wanted to be able to get in my car quickly once I left the john. The footsteps stopped and he knocked on the door. "Just a minute," I said.

"Don't worry about it," he replied, "Take your time.". His voice was soft and even. I heard him step a pace or two away and unzip. I found my keys and reflexively stroked the seat of my pants checking for leaks. I winced at the loud noise the latch made in the silence, and opened the door to step outside with my head down. I turned quickly down the path in between the toilets, seeking the most direct route to my car. I was only able to waddle a step before I caught myself up short. I had almost stumbled into the man's urine stream. He stood with his back to the port-a-potty I had just left and was pissing a high arc onto the wall of the ladies.

"Whoops," he chuckled as I regained my balance, "Just a minute. You wouldn't want to get those pants wet."

I blanched at the implied "too" at the end of his statement, laughed nervously, and took a step back. I was about to go around the back of the toilets to my car, when his stream faltered. He shook himself and tucked away his moderatly sized cock. I coughed nervously, and he turned aside to let me pass. As I hastened past him, he called out "Hey, do you have a cigarette?"

I almost tripped again, but managed to look casual as I said "Sure." I fumbled my pack out of my diaper bag while trying to hide the rest of it's contents. I offered him the open box at arms length, holding my bag in front of me, hoping to cover my bulging, leaking, double diaper. Thank goodness I had managed to get the worst of the wetness soaked up before I pulled up the pink maternity pants. They were still dry.

"Thanks." He lit it with the lighter in the pack. "Nice night, isn't it?" It was, actually. Pleasantly warm, but dry enough to be comfortable.

"Yup." I agreed.

"What brings you out here?" he asked, glancing hard at my pants. It felt like my diaper was hanging visibly low from changing pants hastily while soaked, but I knew my low cut pink maternity pants would disguise it. I lit a cigarette for myself.

"Uh, just changing clothes." This was my pre-packaged excuse for bringing a bag to the toilet with me, but I almost cringed as I remembered the soaked sweat pants he had seen in my car.

"Oh," he said, "did you change everything?"

"Uh, no," I replied, embarrassed and caught off guard by his last implication. I realised what this sounded like, and stammered, "I mean, I'm wearing the same shirt."

He considered this as I took a drag from my cigarette. I saw him glance at the wet footprints my sandals were making. I hadn't had time to dry off my feet and shoes from wetting earlier in just my soaked diaper. "You just changed your pants," he said.

I nodded, took a drag, and felt another spasm from my rear. I squeezed my cheeks together and turned to go, when he stepped closer and said "Wait a second. C'mere. I want to know something." I turned towards him and he leaned over as if to say something to me. I didn't see his hand moving, and jumped as he grabbed my diapered crotch. I froze, staring up at him like a jacked deer. He squeezed, and I knew he could feel the absorbant gel and slickness of plastic under cotton. He looked me in the eyes and said with slight surprise "You didn't change your diaper, did you?"

"Well," I stammered, facing him head on, "It was kind of cramped in there to change. I figured this diaper would hold until the next stop."

"Or maybe I just interrupted you again." He stepped back, and took the first drag from his cigarette. Usually strangers would choose to end an awkward conversation rather than pick on me when I talked openly about my diapers. I used it as a last resort to avoid trouble, but he took it in stride. "It's ok. You don't have to be embarrassed. You obviously need a change so badly you are leaking," he said, glancing at my car. "If there's not enough room in there why not just go around behind the toilets and do it? It has to be done, you know that. In fact, I'll stand guard for you out here."

I shuffled in indecision. "It's kind of public there. I'd rather just wait." I said.

"OK, I have a better idea then. I feel kinda bad about scaring you off from your last chance to change anyway. If you wanted, I'd let you use my camper. It's lit, and there's more room in my camper than in that port-a-potty. You can't get into your car like that, your diaper is almost leaking!"

"I wouldn't want to intrude." I said, getting strangely excited hearing someone talk about my diapers so matter-of-factly.

"It's no problem. In fact," he said, leading me gently by the arm to his camper, "I used to work in a nursing home. I have changed a lot of diapers on people your size. If I change you, you won't leak." I swung my diaper bag over my shoulder and looked up into the back of the camper. "Come on in," he said, climbing the stairs to the little room.

[baby vinny]

more please

[Menaiya]

Wow. Good start!

[baby vinny]

would love more

[Fulldiaper]

more please, thank you.

[kageboshi]

read this a while back its really good why did you stop ?:c