So I'm fairly new here, but I thought I'd try my hand at writing out... Something... It's not quite a fantasy, neither is it completely fiction, but I figured you might enjoy it 😉

Without further ado, here goes.

It is late, and the rain outside the window gently taps on the pane, mimicking the slow dribble that is filling my bladder to near bursting. The diaper is still dry, and I am trying to keep it that way for as long as possible. Desperately searching for a distraction, my mind wandered back to the day I first discovered my love of diapers...

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The stress of a new job, and the fact that I haven't had a day off in nearly a month has started to make me feel like a caged animal. Project after project had piled up, and I was working more overtime hours than regular ones. Today marked the completion of the last major deal, and that meant the end of the crazy schedule, at least for a while. So when i got off work, I figured I'd go for a run to blow off steam.

An afternoon run was a good idea, at least until I got caught in the middle of a pop-up thunderstorm. Then it was less of a good idea. Cursing myself, I ran back to my car, and I was still cursing (and shivering) by the time I made it to the takeout restaurant.

I was mostly dry by the time I was waiting in line for food, but I still was shivering. My head began to pound, and a feverish flush began to come over me. By the time my order was ready, I knew I would need to stop by the corner pharmacy to pick up some tamaflu or something, because I definitely was coming down with something.

I don't know what caused me to do it, maybe it was my fever-crazed brain, or my subconscious looking for a way to relax and let go of adult responsibility, but there I was, at the checkout counter, with a box of tamaflu, packet of emergen-c, a package of sports drinks, and adult diapers. The chashier was looking at me, with one eyebrow raised, and a flush came to my cheeks that had nothing to do with my impending illness.

And so I stood there, blushing in shame under her smirking gaze, as she rang me up. I left, with heart pounding, the taste of adrenaline on my tongue. Sitting in the front seat, I took stock of myself. What was wrong with me? I mean why did I grab diapers, of all things?! Diapers were for babies, and it wasn't like I needed them. And why did it make my heart beat so hard when I bought them. I wasn't... Turned on? There was my erection: proof that I was.

I continued to question myself on the drive home, walking up the stairs to my apartment, eating my greasy dinner. I continued to wonder, even as my gaze drifted to the box, sitting so innocently on the counter.

As if on autopilot, my hands reached for the box, and opened it. I wondered what it would be like to wear one. I mean, I had already bought them. Why not try them out? Of course, I would not use them. I wasn't a baby or anything.

So, hands shaking ever so slightly, I pulled out a crinkly package, and unfolded it, the smell of clean diaper filling my nose.

Pulling down my shorts, I laid the diaper out on the bed, and then lowered myself down onto the surprisingly soft material. I pulled up the front and taped it snugly. Feeling silly, yet strangely comfortable, I stood up and walked to a mirror.

There I was, diapered, slightly embarrassed to feel so... Safe. Relaxed. Comfortable.

I sat down on the couch, and grabbed a bottle of water. Flipping the TV on, I stretched out and got comfortable. As I zoned out to whatever was on that night, I drank multiple water bottles to stay hydrated and hopefully help my body fight whatever was making me feel so under the weather.

I must have drifted off to sleep, because I had this dream about being a child again. Running around and playing without a care. I dreamed of going to the local swimming hole, grabbing hold of the rope swing on a hot summer day, and swinging, out, out, out over the water. I let go, and sailed through the air, a strange feeling in my lower abdomen as my body let go, and I splashed into the warm, warm water below.

In the dream, that warm water felt so deliciously good as it rushed past my body, and my swimming trunks seemed to press against my crotch area. It felt so good, so pleasurable, almost like I was about to...

Then I woke up mid-orgasm, on my couch, in a warm diaper saturated with my own pee. My mind spun with the sensation as the wave of pleasure rocked my world. It took me nearly a minute after to realize what had just happened: I had pissed my diapers, in my sleep, like an incontinent baby, and cum harder than I ever had because of it.

My erection had tented the front of the diaper and I could feel the thick cum running down between my legs and pooling with a little puddle of pee. I had missed half of the orgasm, but the second half was pure bliss....

Later, there had been a steep-ish learning curve as I discovered more and more of my new kink. I learned which brand of diapers was the best, that diaper rash was still a thing, and that hydration had never been so much fun.

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Yes, I learned a lot over those years, but the one thing I knew from the beginning was that nothing was as satisfying, or as relaxing, as letting go, and filling a diaper to the brim with my piss. And as I stood there remembering, with the rain outside running down the window, the first involuntary dribble found it's way into the diaper's soft padding.