Throwaway account for anonymity.

A little background - I'm male, 30s, mostly straight. I cross dress casually, occasionally wear makeup, I'm pretty kinky.

My first experience of diapers as an adult was about a year ago, store brand pull ups, tried some wetting and also the banana and marshmallow tricks. This was precipitated by coming into a glut of bananas and remembering something I had read online...

I recently bought a couple of dottie the pony nappies, I wanted to know what proper nappies felt like. The first one I wore at home, wet a little but that's all. The other one sat unused for a month or 2.

Fast forward to today... I had been awake all night, couldn't sleep. I had a small amount of amphetamine just to get me through the day, having not slept. I spent the early hours working on adjusting the fit of my chastity belt (full steel custom) and then went about my day (wearing the belt). At some point I decided to make use of that diaper in the cupboard.

I put on the diaper and added extra tape for security. I wore skin tight, stretchy black jeans over the top and added a lock and chain through the belt loops. I didn't want to allow myself any way out of my planned predicament. I made sure none of my upper clothing reached past my waist. I also put on makeup and locked on a padded bra which gives me a convincing a-b cup.

Before leaving home I drank about 3 pints of water, and took another with me in a bottle before heading out to a local beauty spot. And I mean very local, somewhere I might conceivably meet someone I know. I was already starting to get a little bit desperate when I parked up, but I drank the water I had with me anyway.

I set out for a walk, the pressure in my bladder steadily building. I held it until it hurt, walking all the while, probably about 15 minutes. I then started to relax. I didn't push, but I didn't try to hold it either. I kept walking, a tiny spurt of pee escaping with every step. I enjoyed the feeling of just allowing it to flow as my body wanted, and of the steadily filling diaper between my legs. This continued for about another half hour until the pressure was finally relieved. My diaper was bulging significantly by this point and I turned back. I passed a couple of groups of other walkers, and every time panicked - if I didn't have my jacket on they could see my tits, if I put it on they could see the huge and growing bulge in my tight trousers. I acknowledged them politely and passed by. I had thought my bladder was empty, but the little spurts of pee didn't stop, and if I tried to stop them it was uncomfortable. I liked not having a choice in the matter.

By the time I got back to the car, my nappy was absolutely saturated, and there must have been a pin prick in the cover because I had a significant wet patch on my crotch. Driving home I felt my bladder filling yet again, and decided to piss my pants where I sat. I had to push hard to overcome the natural aversion to peeing while sitting in my car. By the time I got home the diaper was overwhelmed and there were big wet patches on the back of my legs. I was petrified that I might meet any of the neighbours on my way in. I released my bladder one final time stood at my gate. My ass crack was swimming and squelching, my trousers were soaked and bulging massively. I got home, changed and dried off.

I then ordered a pack of 20 lille supreme diapers and a pair of pink plastic pants. I look forward to my next outing. Maybe a public banana trick?

I hope you enjoyed.