Eliza And Her Soaked Nappy

Stood right there in front of the camera, frozen, as the first warm spurt escaped into my thick nappy. Couldn’t stop it — the floodgates opened and I just… let go completely.

You can hear the long, hissing stream soaking the padding, feel how fast it spreads, turning the front all puffy and heavy.

Kept going until every last drop was out, the nappy ballooning out, sagging between my thighs, warm and squishy against my skin. No holding back, no mercy — just a helpless, full-on accident right in my crinkly diaper like the little wetter I am.