Posted by Katie on March 18, 2010 at 22:40 [192.17.163.46]
Hello all!
Sorry it's such a long post, but I have been mulling over posting for ages now. I am a long time lurker on this site, but I think it’s finally time that I post something. I just get such a rush talking about my experiences as a diaper lover, and I love to find out new, fun things to do.
For the purposes of this site, let’s say my name is Katie. I am in the process of finishing up my master’s thesis at a major US research University, and if it got out I was into some weird stuff like this, I don’t know how my defense would go. I’m 24 years old and female (yes, we do exist) and have been into diapers since I hit puberty. I’m 5’6”, light brunette, relatively athletic build (I’d like to think!), and about as normal looking as a German-Irish girl can get. Because I’ll get flooded with emails later, 34 C. ;) I got into diapers because I have an annoying/comically small bladder. I had it checked out, and I have nothing wrong with me. I just have to pee every hour or so. I have meds for it, but I only use them when I really cannot be diapered (meetings, formals, and stuff). So I don’t have to keep getting up all the time, I wear a diaper often for convenience. As puberty hit, it became a sexual thing and I’ve stuck with it. My mother and older sister have the same issue and introduced me to diapers, but aren’t into them like I am. In fact, my mother would be pissed if she found out I wore for fun/convenience. After my younger brother, she was almost completely incontinent, and my parent’s health insurance won’t cover the surgery (some bull). But she was actually the one that suggested diapers to me.
My father is a contractor, and since it snows too much to do any work during the winter, he uses our Bobcats to plow parking lots for money during the winter. He had paid his regular summer guys to do it, but for a few years he just couldn’t afford it. That’s where me and my siblings came in. I have an older brother and sister and a younger brother, and every winter we end up doing at least a few plows. For a while, we did every plow. When I was 14, it was my turn to join in the “fun,” if you count a hot, cramped Bobcat at two in the morning fun. And in case you were wondering, it didn’t go so well.
My father had trained us over the years to use the Bobcats, so he dropped my sister and me off at different sites in town and drove off to use the actual plows with my older brother. I got to work right away, going back and forth and back and forth. Within an hour (like clockwork) I had to use the bathroom. However, being three in the morning, nowhere was open (small town gas stations close). I called my dad, and he came and picked me up and took me home. I used the toilet and he drove me back. It wasn’t the last time. I had to go again around 4:00, but I tried to hold it. I was only half finished, so I had to keep going. What’s worse, was that maintenance people were starting to show up at the business I was plowing for, so I couldn’t just squat (besides, my father would be pissed if he found out I did that). I was forced to call him again. This time, he was pretty annoyed. We did the same song and dance, and I was back. I kept plowing, but people kept showing up. I managed to finish around 9:00 (after all the employees were there), but this time I was absolutely BURSTING. I parked the Bobcat in front of the entrance and ran inside. I asked the receptionist, and she had no clue who I was. I explained that I had just plowed the driveway, and she started talking about how nice my dad always is and how I wasn’t the usual person. Pee was starting to squirt out by now. I thanked her and sprinted to the bathroom. I burst through the door and tumbled into a stall as I tore my snowsuit off. I made it just in time, but my panty liner was pretty soaked, and my sweats were damp to the touch.
My dad came and picked me up and we returned home. He didn’t say anything. We had dinner, and things seemed pretty normal, if not that he was a bit distant. My mother pulled me aside afterward and told me what was up. Evidently, he had gotten chewed out over my unprofessionalism and for me not finishing on time from the guy in charge of the building I plowed for. My mom said he had taken full responsibility, and when the guy called me a spoiled brat to my dad’s face, my father told him right then and there that he could plow his own lot next time. It wasn’t our biggest job, but it wasn’t the smallest. My dad was just upset about losing that job, but he had really stuck up for me.
That’s when she suggested diapers. I knew my mother wore diapers most of the time, but she went through pains to not make it obvious. They were the old Attends, I remember that much. She always wore big underwear over them and high waists on her pants. She went on to say that women in our family have very weak bladders, and a few of my aunts and my grandmother wore diapers as well. She went on to say that I should try wearing some of hers next time so I could finish working quicker. I was really apprehensive about it, but I knew how my dad had sacrificed so much for me, I needed to give something back.
It snowed again about a week later, and he dropped us off at our posts. Sure enough, I was wearing an Attends under my snowsuit. I was sure everyone knew, at least because I was bright red. I know that no one probably could see it, but I sure as hell could feel it there. It was so big and awkward! I started plowing, and then the moment of truth came. I thought that maybe I wouldn’t need to use it, maybe I could make it until I was done. It was around 5:30 by now, and it was looking optimistic. But every rumble, every rock I ran over gave me a sharp pang in my bladder. Really, it didn’t feel good, IT HURT! Around 6:30, I finished. Considering it was a really big parking lot, I think I made record time. By now, my bladder was practically spasming. I called my father and, trying to sound cool and collected, asked if he could pick me up. And of course, he couldn’t. He sounded really impressed that I was done already, but one of the Fords gotten stuck in a burm, and him and my brother were trying to get it out. My heart sank. He told me to start plowing sidewalks and head home doing that, and he would pick me up as soon as he finished. I started off, but after about ten feet of sidewalk, I knew I had to use the diaper.
I stopped the Bobcat and focused, pushed, pushed again, but barely anything came out. I just couldn’t do it! Of course, I had wet my pants before, but for some reason I just couldn’t do it! To make matters worse, I felt like I was going to EXPLODE! I started whimpering, then full on crying in pain. I stumbled out of the cab, squatted, and I didn’t even need to push! Success (I guess)! A torrent like you wouldn’t believe could come from a girl my size flowed out, I didn’t even know my bladder was actually that big. I didn’t think the diaper would hold, but aside from a few drops, it held like a champ. More than that, it felt really weird, but in a good way. A really good way. I mean, it was gross, but I kind of liked it. I hopped back in the truck, and I knew it was really icky spreading out all inside my snowsuit, but it felt good. A little squeezed out, but it made all the bumps more enjoyable. (No, I didn’t reach a wonderful orgasm in the Bobcat, perverts)
I made it home before my father, and I changed myself upstairs into panties. My mother only asked how it worked, and I told her it worked like it should. She never really liked to talk about it. I still felt kind of guilty for feeling like I did, but I kept wearing her Attends every time I plowed (I learned to love plowing). I got better at using them too. I was able to do it in a big push while still in the Bobcat, then while driving, then I learned to do it in little squirts to get the most out of the diaper. But I won’t talk about any of that, because I was still underage. This is just my first experience, but not my last.
The best experience I ever had while plowing was probably the last snow of my senior year of high school. I had turned eighteen a few months ago, so I decided to take diaper time to a new level. Being the young lady that I was, I had grown to love my sexuality, though somewhat guiltily. By now, I had found a few diaper site online and *whew* did that make me feel better about myself. Still, I’m pretty reserved and even today I’ve only ever slept with two guys. So, it took guts for my next stunt. I drove two hours away to a little sex shop I knew where no one would recognize me. I still can’t believe I bought it. I think it was called the Silver Bullet, and you can imagine what that was. It wasn’t a full dildo, just a little vibrator that I could put in, um, me while in my diaper and control with a wired remote. I snuck it in my pocket before I headed off to go plow.
Also before I left, I drank one of those liter bottles of water, and then refilled it for the ride. I drank the second bottle on my way there and then finally pulled out a regular bottle for while I was plowing. The water went right through me. Before I even started, I had to pee. I wanted to make it good though, so I held it with all my might. I had put on two Attends, using a razor blade to cut big slits in the inner one. The snowsuit I had had belonged to my brother, so it was so big that there was no way anyone could tell. After about ten minutes of plowing, it was time. I lifted myself up a little bit and let loose one hell of a flood. It went up my crotch and up around the back of my double diaper until it had to have soaked the second diaper. I felt so great, but there was more. I let myself down when I was convinced most of it had absorbed, and then let out a couple of modest torrents before passing most of the water through my system. I stopped the Bobcat. It was still not even 3:00 in the morning yet, so the place was deserted. I unzipped my snowsuit, and was only wearing a hoodie and a diaper underneath (thank God that suit was so warm!). As I thought and hoped, both diapers were clearly soaked through. I pulled the Silver Bullet out and slipped it inside, and not just my diaper. I zipped back up and turned it on. Low it first, but I kept pulsing it up and down. I wanted to prolong the pleasure. All the while, I kept plowing. Really, it’s boring work, but this sure makes it interesting. I kept going. Pulse and plow and pulse and plow, it was getting too much. I was so close! I was midway through a run and then I had an orgasm like I never had before. It was a waterfall of sensation that just washed over me. However, I lost what little focus I had on plowing and gassed it into a handicapped sign. I stopped right away, but the sign was pretty bent.
I called my father and was almost in tears. He came over, but not before I put my toy away. We looked at it, and he was able to bend it back with the Bobcat elevated. I was so relieved! He left, and I finished up, using the already full diaper a few more times, but really just staying focused. I finished the lot and my father treated us to breakfast at the diner across the street. I really find nothing sexy about being diapered around my family, but it was a huge rush to be in a soaked diaper the whole time and no one know.
I still wear frequently, as I said, for convenience and pleasure. I have a TON more stories, so if you want to hear more, just ask! ;) And ladies, I can’t be the only one out there, and I can’t be the only one who’s done some fun things, so suggestions for later “adventures” would be appreciated!
-Katie
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