Hi guys,
I would like to share one of my LG experiences with you, for those who don’t know me, look up my "embarrassing yet hot” post,
we were on a roadtrip, our son in his seat in the back was playing with his noisetoy, and I was chatting with my bf,
after a while I peed my pull-ups, nothing special, I know it’s a cliche but if I’m on the road in a car I have to go more often, so my diapers comes in quite handy 😉
while wetting I noticed a slight need to poop, u know how that sometimes happens, sitting down for a tinkle but then there is a lot more to do,
it wasn’t especially urgent, though, I let out a little bit of gas to relieve the pressure, quite silent and ladylike, but it proofed to be rather stinky,
not so ladylike 😳
my bf had noticed me getting quiet and was watching me out of the corner of his eyes the whole time and when I was done, he asked if I needed a change, but I ensured him I would be fine till we reached our destination,
then he smelled something, fixed me with a stern gaze and asked if I had pooped,
he doesn’t appreciate it if I am doing it in my pull-ups, cause they are not really made for that and tend to leak, which endangers my cloth and the seats, so I was happy I could truthfully deny his suspicion,
I told him it was only a little gas, to what he called me “his smelly little kobold” 😄
he still suspected something cause he asked me to tell him soon enough if I had to go, so he could get me to a potty in time, I ensured him I would be good,
he knows I don’t like to do my big business anywhere but at home in the privacy of my nice and clean toilet, so sometimes I wait to long, but this time I was confident I could make it till we got back home,
we were headed to a lovely little café right by the sea, where you can get really fantastic homemade pie and coffee, though I only ever get one cup, little girls shouldn’t drink so much coffee, something the owner and sole waiter pointed out on our first visit 😜
another reason we like it there is, that it is small and only has a single restroom with two stalls, which serves as a babychanging-station as well, so nobody minds us going in there together and locking the door behind us 😃
first thing on arrival my bf got me out of my wet diaper, but than he sat me down on the toilet and told me I should at least try to do my business while he changed the little one,
my mind was already set on waiting, and although I could have gone, I didn’t want to stink up the place for anyone else who had to use it, instead I tinkled a bit and watched my bf care for the baby something that never gets old for me 😃
afterwards when he cleaned me up and helped me into a new pull-up, he seemed a bit disappointed about my lack of success,
as you will already have guessed I didn’t make it till home 😳
back on the road it got real uncomfortable in no time, the combination of fresh backed apple-pie, coffee, and grapejuice got my stomach working overtime, which put a lot of strain on my poor stuffed tummy, so I was faced with a pretty bad dilemma :-\
I could try to hold it, in which case I most certainly would end up pooping my diaper in the car, entailing all the aforementioned dangers and making my bf really mad at me, cause he had given me every opportunity to prevent it,
I would have to take the bitter pill and tell him that I needed the potty real soon, shameful but by far the lesser evil,
he just asked if I couldn’t have done it at the café, to which I answered that it hadn’t been that urgent there, not really an excuse but he let it stay,
not much later we entered a gasstation, my bf carrying the baby and leading me by the hand like the irresponsible brat I had shown to be,
he announced to the clerk that his little girl was about to fill her diaper and asked him for the keys to the facilities, I already felt my face getting hot but the clerk misunderstood and complimented him for his cute babygirl,
my bf could have left it at that, but he didn’t intend to let me of the hook that easy, so he made it clear that his babyboy! wasn’t the problem,
the clerk got that “poor thing must be retarded” look, he said that he was sorry for my bf having a kid of at least twelve years that’s still in diapers, and if it was an illness,
way off, dude! :😃
I usually get at least estimated as 16,
my bf made clear that it was none of his business and if he could hand over the keys any time soon,
that got the clerk miffed and he told us that the toilets were only for paying customers,
my bf didn’t want to argue at that point,so he told him he would take some gasoline afterwards, but the clerk was still reluctant,
by that time I was really desperate, being that close to an opportunity to relieve myself didn’t help either, there is no dignified way to hold yourself if you try to prevent a BM, which both of them had to notice 😳
so my bf told him if his (the clerks) slow service, would cause his girl to shit herself, he (my bf) would remove the stinky diaper right there in the salesroom and would deposit it in the trash can right by the desk, so that he (the clerk) would have a nice and lasting memory of our visit 😄
that got him going at last, and I made it in the nick of time 😃
after I was clean and freshly diapered again, my bf went to fill up the car and left me with the little-one under the surveillance of the clerk, who made it clear I shouldn’t dare to touch anything, very embarrassing, but I deserved to be punished a bit 😉