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I learned of a quickly developing travel requirement for me to go to Huntsville Al, an eight hour drive. For some reason a thought flashed my mind. I had this vision of driving while peeing in my pants and then continuing to drive on with this warm wet situation. I really can't explain why, but the thought grew and grew in my mind until I really really wanted to try it.
I started to think of the logistics of the event and decided that I should get some "adult undergarments" to protect the car seat. I wanted to experience this - but didn't want to make a mess. I planned to swing by a local grocery store and get something, the day of the trip (a bag of adult diapers hanging around the house would certain draw comment from my wife).
Sunday morning came and I picked up the rental car, a Taurus. Loaded the car and said goodby and departed about noon. I made sure I had plenty for the trip. 6-8 audio tapes, a bag of chips, and 12 cans of diet coke and root beer. I headed straight for a local grocery and learned my first lesson. There was nothing for sale! I could have sworn I saw something like adult undergarments stocked there. As I was leaving, I thought of the pharmacy next store. Walked in and there they were. My next dilemma was to stand there and try to figure what to get. I finally settled on the smallest bag of extra absorbent undergarments that seemed large enough for me. Learned my next lesson - the cheapest bag had 30 "briefs" and cost $20! However, my involvement with this idea was growing and I paid the price. Putting them on was simple, I drove to my office and went in for a few minutes and came out wearing this "adult diaper". I didn't feel diapered - just ready for the experience.
Then I really, started my trip to Hunstville. I admit I was impatient for something to happen - but I knew that this was just the enthusiasm in me. So I tried to settle into a routine and concentrate on driving. Luck would have it, that about as soon as I left Ohio, the weather turned "iffy" and I saw more rain than sunshine for the rest of the trip. Also by the time I left Ohio, routine had settled in. The drive concerned me, the tapes entertained me, and I just drank a can of soda every so often. I normally drink a lot of soda so this was a big task for me.
Now, I hadn't thought too much about driving and peeing, but as I started my fifth hour behind the wheel and was working on the tenth can of soda I began to wonder what was up. I felt comfortable (didn't really need to go). This was a bit strange because I normally am in the restroom once and hour at work. I put it down to inhibitions - after all I was almost 50 years old and was going to deliberately pee in my pants. I saw that I had about a quarter of a tank of gas left and decided to make the issue. I consumed two more cans - this was beginning to be work and the last can was really not all that much fun but I maked myself to sip away.
I began to feel some pressure and deliberately tried to increase it. I shifted positions, grunted while "pushing hard", tried to imagine really needing to go. Slowly, it seemed like ages, the pressure built. Finally I was able to almost push out a small stream - not much really. But I felt the "ice was broken", I experienced a warm moist sensation. Small but kind of nice. Every time I felt the slightest urge, I tried to help a little more flow. Over half an hour, I succeeded in "filling" my pants. I got more warm flows and it seemed to settle into a full feeling. I checked and still had very dry jeans on, the adult undergarments working doing their job. Then I felt a strong long flow. It wasn't a matter of just a locally small area feeling warm. Suddenly, I was warm all over, and could feel the liquid flowing in several places around my skin. The flow itself coming out of me felt good. I was a bit concerned about the continued success of the diaper but just relaxed and tried to experience to complete feeling of just what was happening. Well of course, it passed. A check of my jeans. showed I was overflowing a bit. My crotch was moist/wet. Not enough to be a problem - but I wasn't about to walk around a store this way. I smiled and thought that I'd drive through Nashville with wet bottom and stop for gas , change my clothes and be on my way. An experience to remember and maybe repeat some day.
The wet pants turned cool and clung to my skin - but it was really just a small patch and the diaper rapidly cooled down from being warm and was just neutral in temperature. It felt "full" and I drove knowing I had a wet diaper on. Nashville was fun, I tried to imagine the other drivers in the same situation. I cracked up thinking of some of them trying to drive with wet pants.
I got to the far side of Nashville and started looking for an older station that would have restrooms you got to from the outside. Finally, spotted a TEXACO that looked like it would do and quickly zipped onto the off ramp. Pulled into the station and started the pump. Nothing happened. Tried again, nothing. I thought "Damn - I going to have to walk to the building and pay in advance". Worked up some nerve and told myself - my condition wasn't too noticeable and walked. THE PLACE WAS CLOSED. It looked open, the lights were on, just a small note in the windows that said they closed by noon on sundays. Well I headed back to the car planning to repeat this activity at the next appropriate gas station. Then I realized why is was so hard to pee in the car - not just inhibitions but also physical position. I couldn't stop it, I couldn't control it, in fact I felt totally seized by my next experience. I pee'd and pee'd and pee'd. All I could do was look down and watch my light blue jeans turn dark blue. I could feel the flow discharging into the diaper and overflowing the sides. It ran down both my legs and just wouldn't stop, I could watch a steady stream flow - not drip - from the bottom of each pants leg. I just couldn't move. I felt surprised, a little worried that someone would stop and see me, but mostly happy. It wasn't a wild happy. Just solid, warm, contentment. It seemed to take a long time to finish. I really enjoyed myself just standing there.
Now the situation had changed - I was soaking wet. My pants stuck to my skin. I was getting cold and my diaper felt like lead dragging my bottom down. I didn't want to stay there so close to this very large puddle I just made. Got in the car (seat had to be cleaned) and drove to another exit. Found a small shopping mall that was closed and stopped. Got into my suitcase for another pair of jeans and made the change. The first jeans came off under pants, diaper and all - was rolled up and dropped onto the floor and exchanged for a new pair of jeans. Hopped in and started to drive off. But couldn't, had to quickly stop and relieve myself - didn't want to wet another pair of pants. So there I was peeing again and still discharging a lot. But this time I had a little control!.
Well I got to a mini-mart. bought gas, towels, etc and parked in a quiet area to clean the car a bit. Pants and shorts - soaking wet - were put into a plastic bag and the diaper was discarded. My last sight of it was as a very full, obviously used, but practical friend. I felt a bit proud to know that "I did that".
The last hour's drive was uneventful. I'm now in Huntsville for the week. On the final drive - I thought and rethought the past few hours. I could imagine the warm and full feeling. I felt more "hollow" and less content but didn't longingly miss anything. I was happy it happened.
Two separate feelings remain with me. The feeling of warm, liquid flow, and contentment as it was happening, The feeling of surprise, total lack of control, an happiness as it was thrust upon me. I'm already trying to figure out if I dare try it on the way back. One thing - some how - some way I'm keeping AND USING the rest of those adult diapers. Jeni
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