I have been very blessed lately. A few months ago, I entered into a new relationship with a lady, who I am quickly falling in love with. There are all the usual reasons of compatibility, we like the same things etc., but the biggest bonus is she enjoys AB/DL things as well.
You see, she suffers from some IC issues. She has the standard stress IC problems mostly, where she will leak a bit if she laughs, sneezes or coughs too hard. As a result she wears pads in her panties all the time for protection. But she also gets overflow IC issues as well occasionally. I hadn't heard of this before, but apparently if she is getting full, sometimes she will just start leaking until the level in her bladder goes down. If she's drinking, she may have an occasional urge IC accident as well, where she will suddenly need to go NOW, or will lose control. If she knows beforehand that she is going to be in a difficult situation like drinking a lot, or maybe going for a long drive, she wears Depends or Tena briefs or diapers.
I discovered this within a few weeks of our relationship starting, after a lot of comments like "Oohh, I need to go badly or I'll wet my pants" or "I just peed a bit!" After a small wet pants incident one night while going back to her place after a meal out, she told me about her problems. I, of course, was very quick to tell her that I was fine with it, and in fact quite liked it.....
We had a real deep in depth discussion about it. It was the first time I had told anybody except for my ex-wife about my love affair with wet pants and accidents. I told her everything. How I like wetting my own pants, how much I liked seeing her wet, as well as how I liked diapers, both for myself and others. I even told her how I identified myself as a "little", and saw myself as 9-12 years old sometimes when I played wetting games.
She blew me away when she related similar feelings. Her husband passed away about 6 years ago, and apparently he was into it as well, just in a different way. He used to act as her caretaker, (not daddy, they found using that word too weird) and loved babying her and helping her change when she had an accident. She loved it too, and enjoyed being treated as a toddler as he changed or diapered her.
So while we both love the same type of things, they are also different. I've never been interested in having or being a care giver, and see myself as an older kid who wets his pants sometimes, she sees herself as loving the feeling of being maybe 3-4 years old, with somebody to nurture and take care of her.
But our interests are close enough to experiment with our fantasies and try new things with each other, which we have done twice in the last couple of weeks.
The first time was at her place, where we tried things her way. She dressed up in a cute little nightdress with Mickey Mouse on the front, a pair of Depends briefs underneath, and some stripey pink socks, then held on while watching cartoons. Of course she held on to long, and wet her pants while sitting on the floor, leaving a wet spot on the carpet that I had to clean up. I had to punish her by making her wear a diaper after that. I mean, if she can't behave like a big girl, she will get treated like a baby, won't she?
Then the other night we played my games. We were older kids, and sat at the table doing some colouring in, and having so much fun that I didn't want to stop and go to the toilet. I waited for too long, and ended up wetting my grey sweatpants as I sat there. She was naughty too, and did a wee in her faded denim shorts. Apparently our parents must have found out, and they punished us by making us both wear diapers and t shirts only while we watched TV.
Now you're probably thinking that this is a work of fantasy and just to good to be true. But it wasn't all as good as I had hoped and dreamed of for so long.
For starters I found that I really enjoyed the caretaker role that I played. I didn't expect to, but I did and it was awesome.
But as for my playtime, I just felt so incredibly awkward. I was so self conscious you wouldn't believe. I just could not relax enough to enjoy it. For so long I've wanted to wet my pants with a playmate, and enjoy some diaper time like that as well, but when it happened, I was just so aware of how I sounded and what I looked like in real life.
In my fantasies I am always in a little mindset. And everything I say or do is actually being said by a little me, but in reality I just saw big old "normal" (?) me acting like a little kid. She was great, and got right into it, but I just could not regress enough in front of someone else to truly engage in it.
At best it felt awkward and uncomfortable.
We won't give up that easily though, and will definitely try again. But now I'm starting to wonder if indeed there is a caregiver inside me as well, or instead of a little.
Only time will tell.
You see, she suffers from some IC issues. She has the standard stress IC problems mostly, where she will leak a bit if she laughs, sneezes or coughs too hard. As a result she wears pads in her panties all the time for protection. But she also gets overflow IC issues as well occasionally. I hadn't heard of this before, but apparently if she is getting full, sometimes she will just start leaking until the level in her bladder goes down. If she's drinking, she may have an occasional urge IC accident as well, where she will suddenly need to go NOW, or will lose control. If she knows beforehand that she is going to be in a difficult situation like drinking a lot, or maybe going for a long drive, she wears Depends or Tena briefs or diapers.
I discovered this within a few weeks of our relationship starting, after a lot of comments like "Oohh, I need to go badly or I'll wet my pants" or "I just peed a bit!" After a small wet pants incident one night while going back to her place after a meal out, she told me about her problems. I, of course, was very quick to tell her that I was fine with it, and in fact quite liked it.....
We had a real deep in depth discussion about it. It was the first time I had told anybody except for my ex-wife about my love affair with wet pants and accidents. I told her everything. How I like wetting my own pants, how much I liked seeing her wet, as well as how I liked diapers, both for myself and others. I even told her how I identified myself as a "little", and saw myself as 9-12 years old sometimes when I played wetting games.
She blew me away when she related similar feelings. Her husband passed away about 6 years ago, and apparently he was into it as well, just in a different way. He used to act as her caretaker, (not daddy, they found using that word too weird) and loved babying her and helping her change when she had an accident. She loved it too, and enjoyed being treated as a toddler as he changed or diapered her.
So while we both love the same type of things, they are also different. I've never been interested in having or being a care giver, and see myself as an older kid who wets his pants sometimes, she sees herself as loving the feeling of being maybe 3-4 years old, with somebody to nurture and take care of her.
But our interests are close enough to experiment with our fantasies and try new things with each other, which we have done twice in the last couple of weeks.
The first time was at her place, where we tried things her way. She dressed up in a cute little nightdress with Mickey Mouse on the front, a pair of Depends briefs underneath, and some stripey pink socks, then held on while watching cartoons. Of course she held on to long, and wet her pants while sitting on the floor, leaving a wet spot on the carpet that I had to clean up. I had to punish her by making her wear a diaper after that. I mean, if she can't behave like a big girl, she will get treated like a baby, won't she?
Then the other night we played my games. We were older kids, and sat at the table doing some colouring in, and having so much fun that I didn't want to stop and go to the toilet. I waited for too long, and ended up wetting my grey sweatpants as I sat there. She was naughty too, and did a wee in her faded denim shorts. Apparently our parents must have found out, and they punished us by making us both wear diapers and t shirts only while we watched TV.
Now you're probably thinking that this is a work of fantasy and just to good to be true. But it wasn't all as good as I had hoped and dreamed of for so long.
For starters I found that I really enjoyed the caretaker role that I played. I didn't expect to, but I did and it was awesome.
But as for my playtime, I just felt so incredibly awkward. I was so self conscious you wouldn't believe. I just could not relax enough to enjoy it. For so long I've wanted to wet my pants with a playmate, and enjoy some diaper time like that as well, but when it happened, I was just so aware of how I sounded and what I looked like in real life.
In my fantasies I am always in a little mindset. And everything I say or do is actually being said by a little me, but in reality I just saw big old "normal" (?) me acting like a little kid. She was great, and got right into it, but I just could not regress enough in front of someone else to truly engage in it.
At best it felt awkward and uncomfortable.
We won't give up that easily though, and will definitely try again. But now I'm starting to wonder if indeed there is a caregiver inside me as well, or instead of a little.
Only time will tell.