A Clean Getaway

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I was determined to keep that disaster from ever happening again. So this year, I wore a diaper to the fair. It was a little embarrassing, but pissing myself had been so much worse. I wore overalls so I wouldn't have to worry about the diaper showing under my waistband. I was ready to have fun without worrying about how much I drank or even looking at a porta-potty.

Reveling in my freedom, I bought a large lemonade at the fair. I had been missing out on that home-mixed lemonade for years, which was a shame. I'd never had anything more refreshing. I ate all the spicy food I could and downed all the lemonade I could to keep my mouth cool.

As the urge to pee built, I tried to resist. Peeing in a diaper was kind of humiliating. But I thought of how awful the porta-potties smelled, and how much better I'd feel if I just . . . relaxed . . .

My crotch got warm. I could faintly hear the pee dribbling in my diaper, and I glanced around to see if anyone else noticed. Nobody was even looking my way. I felt the diaper expand slightly as I wet the padding. I casually put my hands in my back pockets, feeling if the diaper was leaking. My overalls were perfectly dry.

My diaper squished around me as I sat myself on a bench. I discreetly checked if my crotch was also dry. Success! I couldn't believe what I had just gotten away with. Why hadn't I thought of this before? I treated myself to another celebratory lemonade.

As the day went on, my squishy diaper got a little uncomfortable, but it wasn't too bad. Not much worse than wearing a pad during my period. The trouble started when I went on the fair's biggest roller coaster. When it looped upside down, my bladder pushed against the lap bar and I unexpectedly peed again. My cool diaper was suddenly rewet with warm pee.

I had thought my diaper was wet before, but now it was soaked. When I stepped off the roller coaster, the diaper hung heavily from my body. At least my seat didn't look wet. I discreetly checked myself again and luckily I was still dry. But I was sure that if I peed again, my diaper would leak.

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