Peeing My Diaper Novels & Stories

She turned to me and said, “You wanna see me peeing standing up?” “Why, sure,” I said. She lifted up her skirt. She was wearing skimpy white panties which she pulled down so they dropped to her feet. Bending her knees just a small she began to urinate, the thick stream of yellow pee splashing onto the car parked next to theirs. “I need to go too,” said Greg. He unzipped his pants and extricated his penis, and began to piss onto the same spot. Not wanting to be left out, I did the same. As I pissed, they looked with

If I did, he would make me withhold my pee for two days, while drinking water like a fish. Now sprawled on the floor with my legs crisscrossed, and my thighs locked together, I cried out in pain. “Daddy, please. I wanna pee.” I started begging as frustration set in. “Daddy will let you pee if you make Daddy cum hard.” Huracio's diabolically husky voice floated into my head. “Yes, yes, Daddy. I will make Daddy cum. I am willing to make Daddy cum.” I started crying. It was just too painful.

He is the one assigned at the gate today. "What is it, Allan? Why are you panicking?" Dad asked as he stood up from his seat. "I found this outside the gate, Sir." He showed us an oval rattan basket, but we couldn't see what was inside. "What is it? " Dad asked again. "A baby, sir. " "What? " I bolted up from my seat as well as the other, but I gasped when suddenly liquid gushed out between my legs. "Mom! I think I pee. "Everyone's attention turned to me, and it was suddenly chaos when they saw the liquid on the floor.

he assures me, picking me off the bed and walking me toward the bathroom, he brushed my teeth for me and then washed my face, fixed my hair quickly, styling it without any trouble. "I need to pee," I whined, he had to go out, I'm not peeing in front of him. "Then pee," he says with a shrug. "No, go out," I groan, and he gives me a raised-brow look. "Please, Daddy, I need to go," I say begging him to leave, my bladder was about to burst. "Just this time, but I don't have to step out every time," he warns me but he left the bathroom, giving me privacy, enough privacy to pee, wash my hands and then join him outside.

"Okay. Checklist. Hungry? Just ate. Cold? Wrapped up. Diaper?" I sniffed. "Diaper," I confirmed. I carried her to the changing table. I laid her down on the pad. She screamed, kicking her legs. "I know, it's cold," I soothed, unsnapping the onesie. "I'm sorry. It's a design flaw in the universe." I opened the diaper. It was... impressive. "Wow," I muttered. "You are small but mighty." I grabbed a wipe. Then another. She flailed, nearly kicking the clean diaper off the table. I caught it with my elbow.

"Dad! The little boy exclaimed as he walked through the door. He asked, joining the embrace. They all completed each other into a beautiful quartet that fit together perfectly, until Amber interrupted. "I'm peeing!" I'm peeing! "That's it," he said, almost running to the bathroom. Andrea rolled her mocking eyes. The last few days, Amber went to the bathroom constantly because she couldn't resist the urge to urinate. "Love, get out of the bathroom, you have to get ready, today is your big day," Andrea said with a smile behind the door.

Layla snaps reacting by grabbing her fast and she places her on the toilet, I couldn’t help but giggle as we get there just in time for her to pee Baylee was next to me, holding her belly laughing at mays face as she realises she needed to pee in the toilet not on the floor. I softly show her a vision of me peeing on the toilet, then I help her understand that that’s what we do here, by the time I’m done she looks to the toilet paper, pulling a little and using it to wipe herself while the piece she used was still attached to the roll. I pull it apart and I help show her how to flush the toilet, the noise makes her jump in fear behind me, she looks over my shoulder watching it as the water s

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.