Wet

A Crap Start to the Day

The sun streamed through my curtains. I rolled over and grabbed my phone from my bedside table. I yawned as I read the time - 6:48. Why was I awake this early. It's unnatural. I put a hand under the covers and squeezed the front of my diaper. A little wet, but nowhere near as drenched as yesterday. I could have gotten up and changed out of my diaper, but I didn't want to. Opening Tik Tok, I scrolled mindlessly for awhile. Soon, I became aware of a growing need. My bladder was asking for relief. I went to go to the toilet, but paused when I remembered what I was wearing. It was already wet, what difference would another wetting make? It took a minute for me to get in a comfortable position. I closed my eyes and took deep breath. It didn't take long for me to coax a few drops out. Those drops quickly developed into a steady stream. The warmth spread around my crotch and bottom. It was unlike any feeling I'd ever experienced. Sure, I'd wet myself during the day before, but this was not the same as dampening my underwear. It was warm and soft and... comforting? I noticed the bulk between my legs had grown. I squeezed the front of my diaper again. This time, it was clearly soaked, but showed no signs of leaking. I laid back, closed my eyes and reveled in this new found feeling.

At some point I came to my senses. This is not something I should like. I should hate this. I'm not a baby. I'm almost an adult (well, 3 years away from being 18, anyway). I went back on my phone, withdrawing into Tik Tok once again. By 7:30, I could hear that everyone else was up. The rest of my family were relatively early risers, I was not. It was very rare for me to be awake of my own accord at this time of day. I had no plans to get up anytime soon, I didn't want to face the day. I much preferred staying in my room doomscrolling.

After another hour in bed, I felt another kind of pressure building. Reluctantly, I left my room and padded across the hall to the bathroom, waddling slightly because of the bulk of my twice-wetted diaper. With every step, my need grew. It was taking concerted effort to hold it in. Clearly, indulging myself yesterday was causing problems today. I reached the handle. Almost there. Much to my horror, it was locked! The shower was running. I could hear Bea singing, blissfully unaware of the situation unfolding right outside. If I'd knocked hard enough, she would've let me in. She was a good sister. I just could not let her see me like this. But, that left me with no other option. I turned and waddled back to my room, small nuggets of poop already escaping. 

I made doubly sure my door was closed behind me as I entered my room. I squatted down and pushed. I couldn't believe I was doing this. But I'd already pooped a bit and I was in so much discomfort I just wanted relief. A warm soft mush entered the seat of my diaper. It only required a few small grunts to help it on its way. There was still more to come, but it was a little reluctant. I held my breath, shaking with effort. With one final push, I deposited a large log into my diaper. I fell to the floor, exhausted from the effort. This only served to spread the mess further. Now I had a bigger problem. In the desperation to relieve myself, I hadn't thought about the clean up. Bea was still in the shower, so I couldn't go in there to sort myself out. Besides, I wasn't really sure I could clean this up by myself. There was no way my parents weren't going to find out. I could have called for my mum there and then, but I wanted to put off being discovered for as long as possible. I was too ashamed. Both of the accident, and that a part of me enjoyed even this. I stood up, heavily weighed down by my now loaded diaper, and crawled back into the bed. At some point, I fell back asleep, not used to waking up so early.

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I stirred. Someone was outside my door. "Daddy, I want to wake Lulu up." Oh god, Immy. 'Please don't come in', I thought to myself. "No Immy, this is daddy's job at the moment. Why don't you go downstairs and play with Daisy?" I wanted to be relieved at Dad's intervention, but I didn't exactly want him coming in either. I was sure my room smelt by now. As the door creaked open, I pretended to be asleep. "Luna, come on. Wakey, wakey! Rise and shi..." He trailed off as the stench hit him. "Oh my." He shook my shoulder, so I slowly opened my eyes. "Luna, I think you've had a bit of a bigger accident than normal. I'll go and get mum whilst you wake up." He left quickly, closing the door behind him. I sat up.