bust-in-my-pants:“It’s the look I get when she knows I’m on the verge of wetting myself, but still a
bust-in-my-pants:“It’s the look I get when she knows I’m on the verge of wetting myself, but still a long way away from our destination. Failure is eminent and she loves it when I can’t hold it anymore. My bladder muscles ache so bad and my pride hurts all the more. She makes me cum in my pants all the time and forced me into diapers. Now she forces me to wet myself. I used to be strong and able to control myself, but she’s taken all my strength and control away. My stamina, my bladder are now always at her mercy, but she has zero mercy to give. The tiniest bit of pee escapes, but I manage to grunt and hang on for just a minute more. The pain subsides, but then returns with a vengeance. This is it! I can’t do it anymore. My bladder muscles slowly let go and the dam is now broken. In seconds, a river of pee will gush into my diaper and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I glance at her in shame and back down at my pants in helplessness. Pee is traveling though my urethra at lightning speed and splashes into my thick pink princess diaper like a garden hose. I lean my head back in utter physical relief as things are getting really warm in my pants and my diaper is expanding like crazy. “Awe poor baby just couldn’t hold it, huh?” my girlfriend says. All my pee continues it’s course and I can feel how heavy my diaper is. The plastic-backed pink padding is now almost as spent as I am and I am worried about a possible leak at this point. Finally the liquid assault ceases and my diaper did it’s job, barely. My girlfriend leans over and gently feels how heavy and swollen my diaper is. “What would happen if I just…” and she gives my diaper a small squeeze. Instantly I become hard as a rock and now my diaper is now working at full capacity just to maintain my wetting. I beg her to stop, but she doesn’t. It only takes seconds for her to bring me to the edge of release. The warm wet diaper massaging me at her hand, how hot she looks, her confidence… I tell her to please keep going. She gives a subtle but sinister smile as her grip strengthens and pace quickens. I am in complete ecstasy with a total loss of control. Pee is bouncing up and over the leg gatherers. My pants are getting wet. I am squirting an absolutely gigantic load into my leaky diaper. I gasp for air. My muscles are defeated. My stamina got it’s ass kicked. My diaper has failed and my pants got really wet. I just sat there in complete failure as I looked into her eyes. She stared right into me and said…”You belong to me little one. I own you. You are not your own anymore. What just happened proves that to the both of us. This is your new life. So you better get used to it”. What choice did I have but to be okay with everything she just said? What possible argument was there? There wasn’t. She was right. I looked down at my mess and she told me not to cry about it, that she would clean me up and change me into a fresh diaper. At that moment, I accepted things as they were and began looking forward to our future together. -- source link