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Conversation Between Lonely baby neko and diokno44
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  1. Lonely baby neko
    October 4th, 18 11:15 PM
    Lonely baby neko
    No not really sorry to disappoint
  2. diokno44
    October 4th, 18 11:10 PM
    diokno44
    Maybe, any anime you watched or games you played?
  3. Lonely baby neko
    October 4th, 18 10:58 PM
    Lonely baby neko
    Hey wanna continue our rp? Mew
  4. Lonely baby neko
    September 4th, 18 04:40 PM
    Lonely baby neko
    None that I could think of at the moment
  5. diokno44
    September 4th, 18 04:32 PM
    diokno44
    Thanks, you got anymore?
  6. Lonely baby neko
    September 4th, 18 04:31 PM
    Lonely baby neko
    Awwww that's a cute one hehe
  7. diokno44
    September 4th, 18 04:26 PM
    diokno44
    Huh, neat
    So, this occured in kindergarten, during arts and crafts time. We were asked to draw our favorite animal, nothing too major. We had been split among the larger tables so each of us would have a bit more space to doodle in than sat on the rugged floor (as in the floor was covered with a rug, not that it coarse or really tough.) It was a Thursday, and the school had decided that Thursday would be a free dress day, meaning we wouldn't have to wear the uniform khakis and jumpers+skirts (girls were required to wear these until around fourth grade if memory serves, I don't really recall when that transition occurred.) This excited practically everyone, as free dress days were really only reserved for special events like Spirit Week or holidays.

    On this particular Free Dress day, I was wearing my attire of a pair of dark blue jeans, some velcro sneakers, and a fresh T-Shirt that I believe had Spiderman on it. While I was drawing (and might I add, to this day, I'm not that good an artist) a wolf, as they were, and still are, some of my favorite animals, I felt a familiar shifting in my bladder. My pencil stopped, as I put it down. Now, you might wonder, for those of you who had read my previous experiences, why I didn't just let go into my diaper. Well, that was because mine was already quite soaked, and I hadn;t had the opportunity to change into the spare in my bag. I placed a hand against the crotch of my pants, my diaper giving off a muffled squish as I did so. I shifted in my seat a bit, knowing that if I did go then and there, I'd leak, and I didn;t know how much would leak out. Pressing a hand against the crotch of my jeans, I looked around for the teacher (Who, as of this writing, is now the assistant principal), and because I honestly cannot recall how to properly spell her surname, let's call her Mrs. S. I saw her talking to one of my classmates about her drawing and, knowing a simple raised hand probably wouldn't get her attention that quickly, I held up the "Bathroom emergency" hand sign that was printed out on a piece of paper clipped to the whiteboard, ergo, raising your hand, but crossing the index and middle fingers together.

    Seeing this, Mrs. S let me go to the bathroom. Letting out a few dribbles into my damp padding, I sped off towards the bathroom. I knew I probably wouldn't make it in time to get my jeans off, and untape my diaper, at least without anyone seeing my soaked padding (And no, at this current time, I was not wearing Pull-Ups), I at least wanted to pee myself in relative privacy. Bolting out of the classroom, I let out the occasional dribble and spurt into my padding, already a small wet spot growing. Shimmying and squirming into the bathroom, which, aside from a stall just closing at the end of the row of four, the bathroom was empty. Spotting the drain in the floor, I stood over it, and let go.

    Immediatly, a feeling of relief, and warmth, flooded my senses as my diaper leaked out. The stream spurted down my pants legs, into the drainage below. Luckily my pants were already a dark blue in color, so the further darkening wouldn't be too noticeable. Checking to see if the guy in the stall was coming out, and not wanting to risk it, I went to the stall closest to the sinks. Undoing my wet pants, and setting them aside to dry a tad, I spotted my diaper, heavily soaked, sagging a bit. Untaping it, I peeked out of the stall and, hearing the sink running, I waited. Once I saw the boy that had been in the stall leave (He was thankfully older, so no chance of him recognizing me), and carefully walked my bare from the waist down butt to the trash, and threw my damp padding into the trash. Heading back into the stall, I used one of the hand dryers to further dry my pants (Like this one Simpsons comic I had read wherein Bart accidentally spills some Krusty brand grape juice onto his shorts and has to dry them before anyone thinks the worse happened), and then slipped them back on. Making my way back to class, no one said anything as I thanked my teacher, sat down, and went back to work.

    A little later on, the teacher asked if I could fetch some supplies for an activity in the cubby area. Being the ever helpful person I was and still am, and seeing and opportunity to slip into my spare diaper, I volunteered. Heading back into the cubby area, I lowered my pants down, and grabbed my spare from my backpack. Taping it on, I pulled my pants back up, and grabbed what Mrs. S needed. Giving it to her, I continued on my day
  8. Lonely baby neko
    September 4th, 18 04:22 PM
    Lonely baby neko
    They did but they put me into diapers for a month
    So here's a story when I was about 15 this was when I was dating a guy (he was such a butt) but I was over at his house and I had to go to the bathroom when we were watching a movie so I asked him where his bathroom was since this was my first time at his house but like the butthole he was he wouldn't tell me so I began to squirm so he saw this and decided he was gonna show me but prolong it as much as he could by showing me his room then his little sisters room who was still in diapers soon I couldn't hold much more and I peed right in front of him which I assume is exactly what he wanted as he just looked at me and shook his head and said "looks like my big baby girlfriend couldn't keep her pants clean" then he went to his sisters room and put me in one of her diapers and made me wear them for a while as I broke up with him the next month but the damage was done as I had lost most of my bedtime control
  9. diokno44
    September 4th, 18 04:04 PM
    diokno44
    Ah, hope they cleaned you up.

    So, this occured in first grade, so I was about seven. I had gotten off of school that day, but remembered that my mom would be late to picking me up that day due to a prior engagement, a medical one I believe, so she arranged for me to stay at the house of my best friend, let's call him Joey, until she was finished. After his mom drove the two of us to his place, we went off to play. It was during a game of hide and seek that I felt a familiar twinge in my bladder. Normally, if you've read my previous experiences, you would have wondered why I simply didn't just let it flow into my diaper. I would have, except I had run out. My mom had stashed the last two diapers in my backpack and promised, by the time I got home, I'd have a fresh pack waiting, which, more often than not, was the case. The first spare i had used before class had begun, having pooped in it on my way to the bathroom with my mom, so I could go before class began, which was a daily occurrence if I could spare the time to try and use the bathroom, and the second, I had soaked during a recess game of tag.

    Squeezing my legs a tad to relieve pressure, the game was eventually called off as Joey's mom had made us some snacks. Still under control, though I did had to stop and squeeze my thighs together at least twice, and let out a few droplets into my dark green shorts that I wore beneath the school khakis. After the quick snack of grilled cheese sandwiches, I felt my need to pee slowly rise.To visualize how I had to go, I guess picture a bucket, slowly, but surely, filling to the brim with pee. My need was still under control, but growing ever harder, so I guess a smidge or two above the half way point of the metaphorical bucket. By now, I was, albeit as discreetly as I could, squeezing my crotch with my hands, only for a brief moment, to try and help relieve some pressure.

    Eventually, when the bucket was filling up to the brim, I decided to try and find the bathroom. I recall there being two bathrooms, one downstairs near the stairs, and one upstairs, by the bedrooms. Squeezing myself once again, I headed to the bathroom closest to where I was, which was the downstairs bathroom. Knocking on it, I heard the slightly lispish voice of one of Joey's younger sisters, who were twins. I honestly can't remember their names, as I never really spent that much time with them. Anyone, upon hearing one of them say something along the lines of a todderlish version of "I'm using the bathroom." I dribbled a tiny bit more into my shorts, thankfully having avoided drenching my khakis, as those would be far easier to hide the wet spot.

    Now squirming and holding my crotch, I carefully, but quickly, ascended the flight of stairs. Knocking on the other door, I found Joey's mom in there taking a shower. By now, the bladderal bucket was basically splashing a bit out of the brim, and I knew I'd lose control any second. Wanting to minimize damage, I took my khakis off, and set them aside. Leaning against a wall, I let go. A feeling of relief exploded over me as my young bladder released, soaking the front of my shorts, sliding down my legs, and dampening the carpeted floor beneath. After the relief washed over me, I grabbed some napkins laying on a nearby shelf, and used them to wipe up my legs, tossing the wet wad into the trashcan. Pulling up my khakis over my dampened shorts, I went out to the backyard to go play with Joey.

    This was also the day he accidently threw a wooden block at my head
  10. Lonely baby neko
    September 4th, 18 03:55 PM
    Lonely baby neko
    Hmmm when I was 8 I was on a road trip and I had to poop but I thought I could hold it but I could hold it till we got to our stop so it was only thirty minutes later till the presure got to much and despite how much I struggled my body let loose and I messed my pants and my parents found out right away

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