Posted by Monkeypee on September 17, 2004 at 19:58 [166.180.251.215]
I was scanning through an old hard drive the other day and stumbled across this tale I wrote a couple of years ago. It was my first! I found three parts, the last unfinished. As I read through it, I decided to clean it up and share it with everyone. This is only my second lengthy post besides the drunken two part essay on bedwetting and hotel clerk interaction that recently re-appeared in the selected archives. Since I am not sure how it will be received, I will post the first part to see what you all think. I am editing the second and third parts tonight, so I'll check back later.
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.
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