Peeing My Diaper Novels & Stories

I wake up with the urgent need to pee. I sigh loudly before rolling from side to side to try to get momentum. I finally roll to my side and push myself up. The change in gravity does not help the peeing situation AT ALL. This little girl is doing a tap dance on my bladder.

Right then I became a real crying mess, never in my life, I had cried so much. I think I cried myself to sleep because I was startled awake by the sound of thunder. I was still laying down on my stomach and my muscles were too weak to turn my body. I was itchy and burning down there and I noticed I had used my diaper and I didn't only pee. It felt so humiliating laying down in a crib, not being able to move with a full diaper. The worst thing of it all was the gag, using my voice was the last bit of freedom I had here, until now. I laid there for a very long time, so long that I had used my diaper again. It really started to smell. I had cried multiple times now and both men haven't paid me

I feel jittery, and my heart is still pounding too hard. I slide my skirt up and freeze. How the fuck am I going to pee in this bodysuit thing? It's all in one. 'Do I have to take my dress off to pee?' Zanthe cackles with laughter. 'Or just hold it to the side,' she says, giggling. Well, I guess that works. If it works. I sit down on the toilet and do as she suggested, sliding it over to the side. I'm surprised it works well, and I'm actually able to urinate without making a mess or getting it dirty.

Diapers were on the list I gave Rack. I've never put a diaper on a newborn or realized how hard it is. Rack watches helplessly and I can see he's further out of his comfort zone than I am. I figure out which way the diaper goes and slide it beneath his tiny bottom. The last thing I expect is the stream of warm pee that sprays upward and soaks me. Rack hands me a towel from the stack on the edge of the bed. His lips curve up in a shameless smile. "It's never too early to teach shooting straight."

I reach in to grab her, and she cringes. “Stop that, let me help you out,” I say to her. I reach in and pull her out of the crib. I cradle her in my arms. “You okay?” I ask her. “No, I think I am going to puke,” she says. I take her into the bathroom. I sit her down in front of the toilet. “I have to pee,” she says. “Use your diaper,” I say to her. She looks down and realizes she has a diaper on. She looks at me.

She picked Sunny up out of her playpen and led the way to the baby’s room. Seeming discombobulated, Carys did the best she could to demonstrate the diaper-changing process. Her words came out rushed. “You roll the dirty one up in a ball like this and put it right in the basket.” “Easy enough,” I said calmly, though the diaper thing freaked me out. “This one was just pee, but if it were poop, you’d lift her legs up sort of like this and use the wipes to clean her. I still use one wipe to clean her after pee, though.” She demonstrated the process of wiping Sunny’s chubby bottom, front to back.

Jas holds me until my legs get used to the whole standing thing again, then he looks up into my eyes as he asks, "Are you good?" I nod, standing tall as I walk to the bathroom. "I got this." I get into the open bathroom and squat down over the toilet. I'm afraid if I sit down all the way, I won't be able to get back up. When I'm done peeing, I look up at Jas. "Well, am I going back to the bed with pee on me, or are you going to wipe me?"

A sharp, stabbing pain rippled through my lower abdomen and when I took a step forward kissing my mate, I felt a warm liquid beginning to flow down my legs. Fuck! Did I just pee on myself? Is the pregnancy so draining that I can’t hold my bladder? However, I felt different. The pee was a lot and too warm. The fluid flowed out of me, down my legs and I felt my little boys squealing and moving vigorously in my womb, probably getting ready for their grand entrance. “Fuck!” I shrieked, gaining everyone’s attention. “What is it, love?” Zander whispered, alert. “ Daddy mummy has peed on herself.”The guests burst out laughing.

Lee muttered as he tossed Juilan’s dirty diaper in the garbage chute. At first I thought it was a bit much to have a chute in the nursery, but it was quite handy and the room never smelled gross. “You’ll get the hang of it,” I assured Lee, handing him another diaper. I turned around to find the wipes as Lee gasped. “Aw, Julian!” I turned to see Julian had urinated and Lee’s shirt was the target. “Yeah he does that sometimes,” I laughed. “This is a Supima Cotton shirt!” Lee exclaimed.

she sound worried. I smiled to relieve her from the stress "I'm fine mom" I said as I strived to sit up and felt something in between my legs. I looked under the blanket to see a urinary catheter. "Oh God" I sighed. "Mom! Why am I wearing diapers?" I frowned. "Emily, you need to stay put okay? You have been unconscious for two days. How do you expect us to move you out of the bed...". "But mom... I didn't poop in bed. Did I?" I interrupted.