Pampering Myself

[gldenwetgoose 20,282]

Contains female desperation, adult nappy (diaper) pissing.    Note - Pampers are a brand of nappy common in the UK, hence the title.

For other award winning works of Goose fiction, check out some of these:  

 

PART ONE

 

Let me tell you about something that happened a last week.  I haven't told anyone the full details, so count yourself privileged.

It was Thursday, and started as a fairly normal day.  Delivering a corporate training session for a large company on the other side of town.  The location worked out fairly handily for me. It wasn't too far from my sister's house and that was where I was due to go straight after work.  You may remember my younger sister Pippa - I told you about my sibling and our previous rivalry before, but that was a long time ago.   We're really close now, she's married and got a baby.

Anyway, that's the rough background...   Now on to the detail.

The afternoon had been pretty standard, presenting management theory to young corporate types.  Trade secret of corporate training is to keep it bright and varied, and I always schedule a group syndicate session just after the afternoon tea break.  Reason being that if I've done my job properly someone will always want to discuss a question during the tea break, and then I can have my comfort break whilst they're all in brainstorming together.  Today I wasn't so lucky though - toilets closed for maintenance, only half an hour they assured me.  But no matter, I'd hold it until the end of the session.

The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful.  I did get two texts from my darling sister, she really should know better when I'm working.  The first read 'You won't be late will you.  Can't wait to see Harpers face'.  That was pretty standard Pippa to be fair, maybe trending back to her self centred days.  Baby Harper is barely six months old, I can't really see that he's going to appreciate jetting off on a long weekend trip to see Santa in Lapland.  The second text was equally predictable 'Mike says can you get here any earlier'.

By coincidence, I was just at a convenient module break, so I wrapped up the end of day learning summary with and gave the delegates a 20 minute earlier finish.   Before I'd really thought about it I was in my car starting the engine.   A sudden shiver made me realise I'd completely forgotten about my toilet visit on the way out.  Never mind I thought, I'd just pay a visit at Pippa's house.

The roads were pretty busy, not helped by the early darkness of winter and that sort of half rain, half snow.   Still it wasn't far and I was soon pulling up at Pippa's house. The arrangement was I'd be travelling with them to the airport and bringing Mike's car back after.  It made sense, Mike's car had Harper's car seat installed ready.

I walked up the path and through the open front door shouting a 'Hi' as I did so.   "Mind if I just use your loo" I called, "I didn't get...."

My question was interrupted by Mike and Pippa together.  Turns out they'd got the flight check in time wrong, so there was no time to waste and also Mike had turned off the water already.   So that was that.  Good job I wasn't bursting.  I could wait until the airport I guessed, park the car for a few minutes and nip into the terminal building to relieve my full bladder.

 

Ten minutes later we were on the motorway.  Mike driving like a man on a mission, cutting in and out of traffic.  Harper's babyseat fitted next to him and Pippa next to me in the back.  It felt like we were teenagers again on family outings, pestering dad with endless 'I'm bored', 'are we nearly there yet?' and 'I need a wee'.  The last part was true, with every jolt and swerve of the car I could feel my overfull bladder sloshing about.  My seatbelt was digging in right across it, I didn't want to think about the consequences if Mike braked suddenly.

My mind wandered back to times Pippa and I had both needed to wee on those trips. Somehow back then as a kid needing a wee didn't seem as much of a cause to panic.  I guess in the same way as skateboarding or climbing trees. No causal analysis went on in our minds as kids, no fear of accidents.  As we'd grown up of course my sister and I had drifted apart, until that night I'd picked her up drunk. That must have been five years ago now, if not 6 or 7.  One way or another we'd both wet ourselves on that night time drive, one accidentally and the other more deliberately.  My mind wandered around that fun night for a few minutes before Pippa broke my thoughts "You're very quiet?"

"I really need a wee" I replied.

Soon we reached the airport junction, finally I might be able to have that wee, I was really ready for relief.  On a scale of 1 to 10 my bladder was definitely at an 8, maybe pushing a 9.   Mike steered through the confusing zig zags of lanes and roundabouts, pulling up in a bay right outside the departures doors.  Mike jumped out and started grabbing cases out of the boot, Pippa got out and unstrapped Harper from his seat and I stepped gingerly out of my seat.  The winter night air was freezing cold and for an instant I really thought I was going to wet myself there and then.  Before I knew it Pippa had thrust Harper in my arms whilst she unfolded his push chair.  That sort of made me concentrate on not leaking.

"I'll just come in with you and use the ladies" I said, and for the third time my bathroom plans got scuppered.   Mike pointed out it the car was in a drop off zone and if we left it for a moment there'd be a huge fine.   There could be a huge puddle I grimmaced to myself silently.  But no problem I thought, I'd drive back round to the short stay car park, pop the car in there for ten minutes. That's what I'd do.

Fortunately with them rushing to get to their check in desk I didn't have to stand cross-legged in the cold air for more than a minute or two.  A couple of quick hugs and I climbed into Mike's driving seat. I pulled the seat forwards, selected their address on the sat nav and pulled out of the drop off bay.   I followed the road way, scanning and looking for the signs to head back to where we'd entered the airport complex and to the parking areas.

Somehow though, to my horror I never found the car park entrance.  Instead worse than that, I suddenly found myself on the dark slip road leaving the lights of the airport behind and before I knew it, had no option but to join the dark motorway access road.  Worse than that, as soon as I joined the main motorway itself the sat nav started pinging at me.  I could barely glance at it, I was suddenly on a busy motorway, the sleet and snow starting again and my bladder screaming out to be emptied.  That alone was taking all my concentration.

And to my absolute horror, when I did manage to glance down at the display, somehow I'd managed to get on the eastbound motorway instead of heading west.  So my twenty minute journey back to Pippa's house was now showing as 40 minutes.   I nearly cried at that point.  I was in the dark, heading away from the direction I needed to go, it was trying to snow, and I had a bladder the size of a football.   I'd been denied the chance to use a toilet four times now and it was at least 6 hours since my last toilet visit at lunchtime.  And I really, really needed a wee.

One thing was sure, I was determined I wasn't going to soak Mike's car seat.  If it was Pippa's car or even my own that may have been a different matter, but not Mike's car.  Unbuttoning the waistband and zip of my pinstripe business trousers kind of helped, it at least let my bloated stomach relax a little.  Pressing a hand between my thighs helped a bit too, and in other circumstances would have been rather pleasant.  Not tonight though.  And I knew sooner or later I'd have to move that hand.

 

Ten minutes, maybe fifteen minutes passed.  I reached the next motorway exit and followed the sat nav to turn off, negotiate the slip road and back onto the other carriageway.  Sounds easy right?   And it would be in normal terms, but I had a stabbing pain at the bottom of my bladder, I had visions of ending up in A&E for emergency surgery.  Or worse.  I was rocking back and forwards in the car seat and clenching for all I was worth. I was shivering and sweating at the same time and I had that thing going on where the need to pee comes in waves....    One minute I was calmly thinking 'I've got this' and then a crescendo of screaming 'need to pee right now' for a few minutes,  which then would subside to a manageable level.   The trouble was that each wave crest took me closer to losing control, and the gaps between them were getting shorter.

With all this going on I'd also barely noticed the traffic slowing as the snow got heavier.  I was suddenly jolted back to reality at seeing brake lights in front of me and as I stabbed on the brakes, felt the first spurt escape into my underwear.  It was warm and actually not unpleasant, except for making it ten times harder to hold in the rest of my bladder.

I visualised myself jumping out of the car, yanking down my pants and gushing a torrent of piss onto the road where I stood.  I don't think I'd have cared about drivers around me seeing my bare backside or even more.  But traffic hadn't stopped, it was still moving - just at a speed that would take an eternity to reach anywhere.  On some motorways stopping on the hard shoulder could have been an option, squatting behind the barrier to have a lovely long wee in the grass...  It wouldn't have been my first time.  But ideally it wouldn't have been snowing, and assuming I was on a motorway that did actually have a hard shoulder.  A layby, a car park.   Anywhere in fact that I could just wee.

And it would have been OK if I'd been Mike or any other guy - just piss in a bottle or aim onto the floor.  I wondered if I could sort of scoot forwards in the seat, pull my trousers and briefs down then at least when the inevitable happened - which could have been any second - at least the seat wouldn't be drenched.  Maybe there was an empty McDonalds cup or a wide necked empty bottle somewhere in the car.  Curse Mike for being a clean freak.

Another spurt dampened my trousers, spreading a bit wider this time.  The inevitable was coming and there was nothing I'd be able to do.

Carefully leaning over, steering the car straight I flicked open the glove box.  Maybe there'd be a cup, a plastic bag or something in there - or tissues that could at least help with the mop up.  With my eyes on the road I reached in and my hand fell on something papery, rectangular and squidgy.  Joy of joys, a spare nappy for Harper.   In an instant I knew what I was going to do.

I grabbed the nappy, bringing it up to the steering wheel so I could unfold it. Then I sort of lifted my bum off the seat and taking both hands off the wheel for a moment I wriggled my pants and lacy briefs down to mid thigh. Thank God I hadn't worn tights.   Still bracing myself to hold my bum off the seat, I shoved the nappy under my bum and sat down on it.  Then I reached between my legs and pulled the front up between my thighs.  And not a moment too soon.

Literally as soon as I did so, a spurt of pee escaped, followed by a longer gush.  I actually let out a low grunting bellow sort of noise with the relief, it felt absolutely amazing to be peeing at last.  The sound of a torrent of pee hitting the lining of the nappy drowned out the road noise.  I felt splashes against my thighs and the acidic smell of over strong pee floated up into my nostrils.

At least that wasn't soaking Mike's seat though.  At least I hoped I wasn't - a scary thought flashed through my brain though, and as much as I wanted to keep pushing out until I was empty, I instantly clamped down on my pee muscles and held until the need to pee subsided.  This wasn't one of those adverts with unfeasibly young glamorous models discussing trampolining and bungee jumping in their slimline incontinence briefs.  This was a baby's nappy and I'd seen how often those leaked when Harper was wearing them.  And he was a baby, not a 30 year old woman who'd been holding half a gallon of pee for the last six or seven hours.  I had no idea how close the nappy was to leaking and I didn't want to find out.

The main thing was I'd been able to avoid a humiliating accident.  Maybe I'd only pee'd about the same as a small glass of wine, but that was enough to make the difference.  I was back in control.  I had my dignity preseved. Ok, so driving down a motorway with my pants down, privates out and sitting on a baby's nappy wasn't exactly my proudest moment - but better than having to explain to Mike what happened to his seat and putting up with Pippa's teasing.

At least the immediate urge had gone.  I still needed to go badly, but at least I was in control of my bladder again.  In a few miles time I'd back to Pippa and Mike's house, I could let myself in and use their bathroom.  Perfect.

 

(To be continued)

 

 

 

[Kupar 12,505]

Wonderful! You really are the master of describing a realistic scenario and building the tension in line with the protagonist's increasing desperation. Great stuff, as always - thanks!

[gldenwetgoose 20,282]

PART TWO

I'd like to say the rest of my journey was uneventful, and from a driving perspective it was.   The sleet continued to fall, wet drops on the windscreen smearing the red brake lights of all the cars in front.   All making their way home on the jammed motorway.

For me though this was a very different journey from the normal commute.  I mean, for one thing I still had my trousers and knickers down and my bare bum was sitting on a baby's nappy.  The one I'd just peed in.  It was the tiniest pee I could release, just to take the edge off my overfull bladder and it had achieved its aim.  It had also completely changed my state of mind;

Up to that point I'd been panicking.  In pain. About to wet myself or even rupture my bladder trying to avoid the inevitable.  I'd been trapped in this traffic jam with literally no place to go. Now though I was back in control.  I was an adult again.  I was still full of course, the tiny amount of pee I'd allowed myself to release hadn't changed that.   But now I had a solution.  The traffic was moving, albeit slower than ideal, but I would get back to Pippa's house.  I'd be able to have a proper wee and until then I had this safety net.

My mind dwelt on the joy that would be that relief - letting myself through the door, kicking off my heels and letting myself into the bathroom.  Wriggling down my trousers and then these sexy, lacy black briefs and sitting on the toilet.  Then relaxing and letting all my wee start to trickle out.  That moment when time stands still, the world stops spinning and the only thing to concentrate on is hot rivulets of pee warming up my bum and dribbling lazily into the toilet below.

Is weeing sexy? I guess that depends on your views on sexy, certainly I'd be peeling off some very sexy underwear, revealing myself to an imaginary audience and then feeling a warm liquid caress across my most intimate parts.  

Or if I was arriving home more desperate than usual, perhaps I'd avoid the toilet altogether and instead turn on the shower.  Stripping off whilst the water warmed up with one hand squeezing my slit together to add just a little help keeping my peehole closed.  Sometimes it worked, other times I'd feel my pee wetting my hand and a couple of rivulets trickling down my legs. That was fine too.  My underwear was going in the laundry, sometimes my work trousers, jeans or leggings too.  If I was in a particularly naughty mood I'd  just step into the shower, relax and feel the euphoric relaxing relief flood over me.  From the crotch down anyway.  Then I'd start up the water and watch the yellow pool at my feet fade away.

Those pleasures would have to wait a little longer though.  The thought of the relief I'd get was having a very pleasant effect, but I was still bursting and my kidneys were busy replacing the pee I'd expelled.  I knew I still had another ten or 15 minutes before I arrived at Pippa's house and I still needed to wee again.   Pretty badly, but now I was in a completely different frame of mind.

So as I was driving, with my spare hand I reached down and gave the nappy between my legs a squeeze, trying to judge how much of it's absorbent gel (or whatever the adverts call it) was already at capacity holding my pee.  It didn't feel too bad so I lifted it to press gently against my slit and relaxed.  This time I let out less of an uncontrolled gush, more of a relaxing deliberate hiss for four or five seconds before again clenching and clamping off my flow.   That release was just enough to put me back in a comfortable place again, not to mention even more aroused.

Now the nappy felt heavier and I figured closer to its capacity.  I let go of it, and instead pressed my fingers on the inside feeling it's still warm silky softness.  I could understand those people letting themselves be diapered for pleasure.   Before I knew it my fingers had brushed against my pubic curls, sending a tingle through my body.  A sort of anticipation of what may be coming next.

I could feel droplets of my pee against my fingers and without thinking too much I reached down into my slit.  I'd been neglecting to trim recently and thick curly hair was matted together with the mixture of the day's juices and now my pee too. As I reached inwards my hair pulled aside and separated, letting two fingers part my slit and reach my clitoris which sent a sudden shiver through my body.  Without thinking I started to gently circle and caress it.  As much as I wanted to carry on I knew what would happen if I orgasmed, so I forced myself to stop at least until I got to the house.  Then I'd take care of both pressing needs.

 

For the rest of the drive I let my mind drift with very pleasant thoughts and fantasies.  Half concentrating on the road, but mainly thinking of student summer days revising in meadows with picnic blankets. Slipping panties off altogether and then just weeing into the long grass as the need arose.  Hiking trips and cycle rides in the country and climbing over farmers gates to squat in a field.  Those sorts of things.   As I got closer to Pippa's house driving along the dark local roads, memories came back of taxi rides back from clubs on a weekend, two or three desperate girls who'd all get dropped off together, waiting until the taxi was out of sight and then flooding the pavement in unison.

With those amazing memories floating through my mind it's half a wonder I found Pippa and Mike's house at all, but somehow I did.  And pulling up on the drive, looking at the house in blackness, more fantasy thoughts of arriving home and finding myself locked out sprang to mind.  What would I do?  Scuttle down the side of the house to pee in the shadows?  Squirm on the doorstep until the floodgates burst and I wet myself?   Maybe knock on a neighbour's door and ask with puppy-dog eyes if I could use his bathroom?  He'd be supercute of course and I wouldn't mind one bit him watching me pee, then him kneeling down and cleaning me up...

My mind snapped back to the present,  all these silly fantasies - where in reality every house probably has a video doorbell and security cameras.  Not to mention, I needed to wee.  I pulled the nappy out from under me so I could replace my underwear and zip up my trousers before hopping out of the car and walking up to the front door.

 

Inside the house I closed the front door behind me.  I hung my coat over the bannister and kicked off my shoes. I also unzipped my trousers and allowed them to hang loosely.  Decision time - and I knew I didn't have long to think, I'd been prolonging the inevitable and the floodgates were only just holding up. I wasn't in my own home, so I'd have to temper my naughtiest desires and not leave any evidence of my naughtiness.

That was also the point I suddenly remembered Mike had turned off the water.  But right then I really didn't care - if Pippa and Mike came home to the stench of stale pee and soggy paper in their toilet, so be it.  It wasn't so much naughty, it was necessary. I'd been denied the use of a toilet since lunchtime and I really didn't care anymore.  I could plead I'd just forgotten if the toilet wouldn't flush.

Wriggling out of my trousers I headed upstairs, once more enjoying the feeling of a hand clamped between my legs.  The cotton fabric lining of my expensive underwear felt damp already and I decided I was just going to sit on the toilet and wet them properly.  I mean, who hasn't at some time in their life absent mindly pee'd without fully undressing, or been too late and decided just to let go anyway.  And as if on cue a warm spurt of pee again warmed my fingers, a dribble running down my thigh. 

But then...  I didn't mean to.  It wasn't like I was planning it. It was complete spur of the moment...

The door to baby Harper's room was open and just inside the door was his changing unit with a neat pile of more folded nappies. Before I knew it I'd grabbed two of them.  In the bathroom I stood, knees apart with the first nappy unfolded and held in place over my underwear.  I had one hand on it's waistband at the front and the other behind my back. It wasn't like the velcro tabs at the sides would fasten over my hips.

I relaxed and finally got to enjoy the pee I'd been holding on to since lunchtime.  Hotness flooded my crotch, quickly soaking by briefs, creeping up my bum and up towards my tummy.  A weight was being lifted, I didn't have to hold my bladder any more and it felt absolutely amazing.  I could feel the warm wet fabric of my underwear supporting and intimately caressing me - and that was screaming at me there was something more I needed to take care of.

I forced myself to stop weeing once more, dropping the nappy to the floor with a heavy thud.   Then I clenched a hand over my lacy underwear, enjoying the feeling and sound of my pee squeezing out of the fabric, dripping through my fingers onto the floor and down my legs.   Pushing the soaked nappy aside I wriggled down my underwear before adopting a low sort of kneeling position with my bum nearly on the floor.

With the other nappy unfolded and laid out below me I put my forefingers to work.  Gentle caresses of my thighs and curls quickly gave way to again parting my hair and opening my slit.  Circular motions around my clit were electrifying.  I could feel my breathing and heart rate becoming intense, my touch became firmer, then rougher.  Before I knew it I had two and then three fingers inside myself.  Normally I like to pace myself with a slow burn, but not tonight.  I was frigging myself for all I was worth, I just wanted to cum and in seconds was rewarded with the amazing feeling of a huge orgasm hitting like a train.

With the first clenching contraction I think I literally screamed, and squirted hard.  There's the age old debate whether it's squirt or pee - well, I still had enough pee in my bladder and I'm pretty sure I was just pissing.  I was gushing like a fire extinguisher, some of it hitting the nappy but as wave after wave of my orgasm hit I didn't care where it was landing.  Some of it in the nappy below me, but some hitting the bathroom floor, some wetting my thighs.  It didn't matter.  All that mattered right then, I was having the most amazing orgasm ever.  And I didn't need to pee any more.

Eventually the waves of orgasm relaxed and my breathing returned towards normal.  I was still peeing, now a delicious slow steady trickle falling into the nappy below me.  Eventually then that trickle stopped too.  Finally I was empty.  I didn't have to pee any more.

I spent a few more moments relaxing and contemplating what had just happened.  Then I picked up my soaked underwear, squeezed out into one of the nappies.  I carefully folded them and used a dirty bath towel to mop my splattered pee off the floor.

Then a quick clean up with a few wet wipes and I popped my trousers back on - sans underwear just to keep the naughty thoughts going - and prepared myself to drive my own car back home for a comfortable wet shower.

I may or may not have taken one more fresh nappy with me...  No real plans for when I'll use it.  But I do know one thing.  I won't be using the toilet for my wees for the rest of tonight.

[MidoriLemonade85 1,946]

Wow, Goose, that was intense!!! Motorways are very unsettling places when there is no shoulder to pull off for emergencies like this. I had flashbacks to when I was pregnant, and my husband decided we should visit our friends up in the hills, more than an hour’s drive away. When you are pregnant, sometimes you need to wee every half hour. Most blokes don’t understand though, and just tell you to “hold it til the next petrol station!” You try holding it when you have a 2.5kg human basketball bouncing on your bladder then, sport!!! We were driving on a narrow, curvy road with no shoulder, just a steep cliff on the side, so could not even stop and do a bush pee. And there were no petrol stations on that road. So as soon as we reached their house I scooted past my friends in the entrance hall and made a swift beeline for their toilet! I think that pregnant ladies should hold some wet protests in the street for the right to pee wherever they like for the duration of their pregnancy! The stress it creates is ridiculous because people expect your body to act normal even though it is clearly not! I remember worrying about getting on a train because it is 40 mins to the city! And no onboard toilets. One day I got off the train halfway to the city to find the toilets locked. Really?! So yeah, I completely understand people wanting to pee on train seats with that sort of crap to deal with! 
 

Goose. You are amazing and brilliant. 😘 Looking forward to more. 

[gldenwetgoose 20,282]

12 hours ago, MidoriLemonade85 said:

Wow, Goose, that was intense!!! Motorways are very unsettling places when there is no shoulder to pull off for emergencies like this. I had flashbacks to when I was pregnant, and my husband decided we should visit our friends up in the hills, more than an hour’s drive away. When you are pregnant, sometimes you need to wee every half hour. Most blokes don’t understand though, and just tell you to “hold it til the next petrol station!” You try holding it when you have a 2.5kg human basketball bouncing on your bladder then, sport!!! We were driving on a narrow, curvy road with no shoulder, just a steep cliff on the side, so could not even stop and do a bush pee. And there were no petrol stations on that road. So as soon as we reached their house I scooted past my friends in the entrance hall and made a swift beeline for their toilet! I think that pregnant ladies should hold some wet protests in the street for the right to pee wherever they like for the duration of their pregnancy! The stress it creates is ridiculous because people expect your body to act normal even though it is clearly not! I remember worrying about getting on a train because it is 40 mins to the city! And no onboard toilets. One day I got off the train halfway to the city to find the toilets locked. Really?! So yeah, I completely understand people wanting to pee on train seats with that sort of crap to deal with! 
 

Goose. You are amazing and brilliant. 😘 Looking forward to more. 

Thank you - and as you requested, there is more.   Just above (it had been hidden whilst I was writing it).  Enjoy...

 

[Sophie 23,126]

wow! just.... wow...

I was so happy when I saw it was another story featuring Louise and Pippa! Quite possibly my two favourite characters. I'm not really into nappy peeing generally but wow, this has done a number on me. I'm half tempted to sneak upstairs now for a quick orgasm, but at the same time I quite like the idea of waiting until I have a little more privacy, maybe wetting myself on the toilet first like she was about to.

Two incredible parts, thank you!

[Kupar 12,505]

Wow! Part 2 was amazing! Very, very hot - thank you @gldenwetgoose for a classic, erotic wet story 🙂

[gldenwetgoose 20,282]

Wow - thanks for your reactions.   Feeling honoured.   🥰

[Alfresco 11,009]

Only just got to this, but @gldenwetgoose, that was fantastic.   As ever, you put so much detail into the narrative and have a style which is easy to read and enjoy the events unfolding.   Loved the way you built it with one thing after another and then the release but only short lived, leading to other releases and then the ultimate bladder emptying in the bathroom.

Brilliant!

[gldenwetgoose 20,282]

24 minutes ago, Alfresco said:

Only just got to this, but @gldenwetgoose, that was fantastic.

Thank you so much @Alfresco and everyone before.   I've actually just reread the story myself - and really enjoyed it too.