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Daily Free-Write July 14, 2022: Pee-Yourself Powder
🕑 Added 2022-07-15 06:47:48 +0000 UTC"Pee yourself powder - Lose all control - Instantly! But don't say we didn't warn you..."
I was so nervous as I opened the supplement bottle that I was almost shaking. I had been lurking around forums for months trying to find out a quick and easy solution to temporary diaper dependence, and this ad finally popped up one too many times... Of course I searched the forums for reviews, and people said it really worked.
One teaspoon, you loose control for a day. A tablespoon, you lose control for a week... and so on and so forth.
It seemed too good to be true. Pictures of people peeing themselves and looking like they were freaking out - but it all looked staged. The thick diapers. The funny expressions. Hands on the crotch and knees squeezed together while the big yellow puddle leaked out from their oversoaked diapers.
It wasn't exactly cheap, either. At $56 a bottle, I wondered if I could really justify the expense with all the doubts I had. But in the end, the horniness won out.
"Here goes nothing," I said, as I popped open the bottle. "With any luck, I'll be pissing my pamps without control after this..."
I popped open the bottle and gave it a sniff. I drew my head back immediately. It smelled kind of like a ripe pair of undies - a bit of pepper, a bit of pee, a bit of cum and a bit of herbal undertone. I gave it another sniff. It smelled pretty good.
I couldn't wait to try it, and I immediately got a glass of water to down it. One big gulp. A grimace. And it was gone.
"Okay, then," I said to myself. "I'd better get padded up, just in case this really works..."
But just as I set the glass down, before I could make it back to my room, my roommate walked in.
"Heyyy! Buddy.... Watcha up to?"
"O-oh! Greg! .... What a surprise, you're home early! ...I-I was just going to my room for a sec..."
"Hey, wait up! Don't go so soon! I got something cool to show ya! Yeah, I skipped work since there was no one to check on me. I'll just write my hours in later. But check this out!" he said, pulling out a brand new video game from his bag.
"Can't it wait," I began. "I just gotta.. OH! HEY! Is that the new Clash Siblings?"
"You'd better believe it my man," said Greg, with a mischievous grin. "And I bet I'll still kick your ass with Kid Blink!"
"No way! Galaxy Fox is top tier and will kick Blink's butt any day!"
"You're on!" he said, going over to the Yintendo Swap to load it up.
The supplement was all but forgotten as the two of us played. After a few rounds, I began to get thirsty. And that reminded me that I had better get padded as well.
"Hey, I'll be right back. I need to get a drink." I said, standing up.
"Hey, hey, no wait. I got some Goblin Energy Grog right here," said Greg, pulling out a couple two-liters. "So we don't have to stop!"
He set one firmly down in front of me and I rubbed my arm, unsure of how to get out of this. "I uh, have to go to the bathroom..."
"Come on, man, hold it. One more round! I still want another chance to kick your butt. They nerfed my character or something.
"Psh, yeah right," I said, sitting back down and cracking open the drink. "You just suck is all."
"I'll make you eat those words!"
The thing is, I really didn't have to go at that moment. But halfway through the next round, something incredible happened.
I had glugged a fair amount of Grog to quench my thirst, and boy did it pep me up. I was so focused on the screen, I didn't think twice about the warmth growing between my legs.
"Yeah! I won again! Take that, Kid Stink!"
"Nick? Nick? Uh... Nick...."
"Wha?"
I looked over to see Greg staring down at the floor and pointing. Then I felt it. Something splashing... my ankles? I looked down, and immediately jumped up.
"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed. "I'm peeing myself! And I can't stop it!"
No matter how I tried to squeeze my legs or grab my crotch it just wasn't working. I had probably peed just about as much as I had glugged down. No wonder I was so thirsty! I was like an empty sieve!
Greg had had the presence of mind to whip out his phone.
"Dude! What happened?" he said, holding up the phone. "Look over here! What's goin on, Nick?"
"Dude!" I said, holding up my hand to block the camera's view of my face. "You mind? I'm having a moment here!"
"Don't worry," Greg lied. "I'll blur out your face!"
Of course I didn't believe him for a second. Embarrassed, humiliated, and completely turned on, I turned and ran into the bathroom, leaving a wet trail behind me as I continued to piss.
"Crap!" I said, my back against the door as I slumped down. "I-I've lost all control... My gods..."
"Hey! What's this?" called Greg. "Pee yourself powder?"
"Oh, shit," I said, yanking the bathroom door open. "Don't you touch that! I -er... Damnit, hold on!"
I was still dribbling, and so had to deal with that first. Then get padded. One thing at a time.
I stripped off my pants and wiped my legs clean as best I could, then I took a towel and put it between my legs as I hurried over to my bedroom to where my stash of diapers was.
I wasted no time in getting one out, laying it out on the bedroom floor, and laying down on it.
Getting diapered was always a very exciting and personal experience for me, but this time it was different. I was in a rush. My roommate was in the other room. And I was peeing myself without control.
I got jittery enough doing it on my own without anyone breathing down my neck, so that plus caffeine made it almost impossible to tape up easily. Luckily, the tapes were hook and loop so I had plenty of tries to get it right. In any case, the padding was between my legs where it needed to be and I could feel it was already doing its job as I felt the nice feeling of my bladder releasing more pee into the waiting diaper.
Now, I just had to pick a pair of pants. "Dangit, that was my last clean pair... all I have left are workout pants..."
And the problem with sweatpants was 1. They clung to the diaper and my legs in such a way that they made even the thinnest padding SUPER obvious, and 2. it did nothing to hide the sound. In fact, I often joked that sweatpants must have hidden speakers inside of them because if anything, they made the crinkle seem LOUDER.
I had no choice though. It was either that or go out without pants, which wasn't a choice at all.
I stormed out of my room, throwing the yellowed towel into the hamper and charging into the kitchen. "Okay, where is it? I'm throwing that stuff out."
"Where is what?" asked Greg with a smug grin.
"Y-you know what," I said, blushing and balling up my fists.
"No... I... really don't. Why don't you tell me what it is you're looking for? Oh," he added, bringing up his phone. "Say it into the camera."
"Don't make me say it man..."
"You can say it, Nicky. Come on..."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "The pee yourself powder."
"What was that? I didn't quite catch that." Greg was holding back laughter, clearly trying to keep a straight face as he mercilessly teased me.
"The pee yourself powder?" I asked again, a little louder.
"Pee yourself powder? Why would you go get a thing like that, Nicky?"
"Oh my gods," I said, blushing and running my hand over my face. "I-it was a joke, okay? A prank. I just didn't realize this stuff worked for real..."
"Oh my gods, Nicky! Are you wearing a DIAPER?" asked Greg, now laughing. "Seems like you really did plan to pee yourself, didn't you?"
I turned to run back to my room, too embarrassed to continue asking about my embarrassing procurement, but Greg stopped me with a headlock.
"Not so fast, roomie. I think we need to talk."
"G-get off!" I whined, squirming as I felt another hot spurt of pee escape into my diapers, nothing to do about that now. All the struggling and friction of the thick diaper on my nethers was doing something else - it was giving me an erection. Something I didn't exactly want to have right then with Greg holding onto me like this.
"You made a huge mess back there and didn't even clean it up! I had to wipe down the couch so it didn't get permanent pee-smell!"
"I'm sorry, okay? It was an accident!"
"Yeah, I could see," said Greg, sneering. "You obviously shoulda been wearing your diapers then too."
My throat went dry as I tried to deny it.
"I- I- I- I don't wear-"
"Of course you do," he said. It's obvious whenever you do - people are just too polite to say anything. But now that you're pulling this sort of shit, it's kind of impossible to ignore. So here is what's going to happen."
I gulped. This conversation was not going well.
"You're going to wear diapers from now on until you can prove you aren't gonna piss all over everything."
"Well, that'll be easy," I said "I only took the supplement one time and I never had a problem with it before, so it'll be fine tomorrow."
"Oh? Are you sure about that?" asked Greg, tightening his grip on my head.
"Heyyy! Knock it off and lemme go!" I whined. He was sporting some serious big bro energy today and it was making me blush.
"I'll only let you go if you promise to do what I just told you."
"Yeah, yeah, prove I'm potty trained. Whatever," I said, wiggling until he finally let me go. I backed off, rubbing at my neck a bit and tugging down my shirt to try and hide the tenting diaper under my sweatpants.
"Alright, buddy boy. And if you're not padded I will hunt you down.
"Trust me, it won't take long for this stuff to wear off. Now where's the bottle so I can throw it out?"
The idea had been fun and all, but not having any real control already seemed really inconvenient. Sure it was $56 bucks down the drain, but at least I could say I had the experience. That wasn't enough for Greg, however.
"Oh, here ya go," said Greg, pulling the bottle out of his pocket and tossing it to me. I caught it, but it was surprisingly light. I opened the bottle and looked inside.
"Empty? What did you do with all the powder, Greg?"
Greg just grinned at me.
"Greg?!"
"Why don't you just finish your soda, huh? Wouldn't want to dehydrate yourself."
There was no way I was gonna drink that soda. I would bet dollars to donuts that Greg had laced it with the powder, so I opted instead for some milk from the fridge.
I poured a glass. Took a swig, and coughed.
"Eeyuck! Did you put that powder in the milk too?!"
It turned out he had hidden the powder in a lot of my things. And there was no knowing what. No matter how careful I was to avoid it, he always found a way of sneaking me more, and as you can imagine, my potty training was pretty much out the window pretty soon.
Now I'm stuck in diapers 24/7 and it doesn't look like I'll be out anytime soon. Uh oh, I think I'm leaking again. Aw geez... I b-better go get changed...
Comments
I love it! Roommates.... always causin problems for crinkle butts... or maybe finding solutions 😉
Joseph
I think it reminded me of diaper fiction I used to read when I was just starting my abdl journey. I also like that his roommate takes over after discovering the powder. It’s devious and I love it. All it took was a little push towards his true desires 😈
I know! Haha, there would be too many customers instantly regretting their decision and unable to do anything about it!
Ooh! That's exciting to hear? What do you think did it for you?
Really like this premise. You coudl do a whole product line!
Joseph
Ooooooooooof. Blushy blushy blushy! This one got me jittery and excited in a way a diaper story hasn’t for a while!
