The 2hr bus ride I’m on brings back embarrassing, tingly thoughts and naughty games from my city bus trip home in my early ABDL years.
The thoughts: this ride is long enough that as a baby I’d certainly have wet my diaper in my seat on the way. As a little boy, if I had to pee I’d probably have had an accident.
The naughty game: if I saw certain things on the drive I had to pee in my pants a little bit. I always hoped to lose. I’d often get off the bus hiding my wet pants with my school bag.
3 ways of being diapered at night…
Sometimes it’s just gently comforting and right, a little gift to myself. 🥰 The need or desire to wet or play in other ways doesn’t arise… just being in a diaper is all I wanted.
Other times, occasionally, it’s so distracting and arousing I can’t sleep and need to take it off.
Still others, I revel in peeing myself… like a baby, like a little boy, like a big boy. ☺️🙈 And being wet... and wetter… and playing with myself. 😁🤭 I’m very wet as I write this.
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As a guy who spent a few shy, very arousing, very confusing early years thinking I was the only one ever to have this weird pleasurable secret (while doing lots of secret laundry)... we’ve come such a long way.