Masturbate harder

Unable to use my hands, I rubbed myself harder and harder against the bed, whilst my new breasts swayed and my penis was confined within the soft fabric of my thick nappy. I began to pant and let out little cries of pleasure. My body started to move of its own accord and I clutched the bed as best I could, finally reaching orgasm in a great, liberating surge.

I sank limply back into bed, following those waves of pleasure. I could sense that part of me letting out a sigh of contentment. I began to come round and wonder what I was going to do and how I could get back to my normal life. But in reality, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I eventually woke up one hour later with the very strange sensation of having a wee in my big diaper between my legs : a long, smelly stream that filled my nappy and made it bulge. Not understanding what was happening, I got up and realised I had absolutely no control over my bladder.

The warmth of the liquid spread through my nappy, and I actually found it very pleasant; that feeling outweighed the shame I was feeling. I don’t understand how I could have found it so pleasant. The sensation was lovely. I felt so comfortable and safe wrapped up in that thick fabric.

I had to get out of my room, and to do that, I needed to get changed. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the nappy off – it was as if it were magically sealed in place. I tried to find some clothes that would cover my new body, my breasts, my thighs, and above all my huge nappy, but all I could find was a dressing gown.