Sleeping Problems Parts 1, 2, and 3 (Patreon)

***Each photo edited by me :)***

“Woah…” Kacy whispered to herself. She pulled her leggings down to inspect the damage. At 26, she didn’t consider herself a bedwetter, even though her diaper wasn’t just used, it was soaked. She was usually a back sleeper. The accidents had crept into her butt. Her diaper smelt strongly of piss. That made sense given it was bright yellow. This wasn’t an accident from drinking too much water, her bladder didn’t even feel full.

“Darn. Two weeks in a row.” She thought, feeling somewhat upset with herself but mostly indifferent. This had been the growing trend the past month. When her body stood up straight, what little weight pressed on her bladder felt irritating. Each step she took made her bladder ache with annoying pain. Kacy felt a strong mental urge to release her bladder muscles. “I’m already wet, does it really matter?” She questioned. Her cheeks flushed a warm red. It felt like that was against the rules. The reason she started wearing diapers at night in the first place was so she didn’t have to keep doing sheets, not so she could wet herself whenever she wanted. The first night was an obvious fluke. It happens, people wet the bed sometimes as an adult. And it wasn’t even that much, only a small puddle between her legs.

She knew it was one of the potential side affects to her sleeping medication. Kacy struggled with insomnia her whole life. A week of near sleepless nights forced her doctor to prescribe medication. That rang clear in her mind when she woke up one morning to a major accident. Cold wet sheets and pajama pants clung to her skin. She made a pact with herself to stop using the bathroom in her dreams.

That didn’t help, and diapers just made sense. It felt shameful at first, but the more she wore them, the less weird it was. Yes, this rise in bedwetting accidents was most likely because of her new medication. But this was the best she had slept in her whole life. For the first time she could fall asleep within minutes, and wake up feeling completely well-rested. It was having a serious positive impact on her everyday life. Everything felt much more enjoyable now that she wasn’t a sleepless zombie all the time.

This was different though. This wasn’t a side affect of the medication; this was a choice. She’d never wet her diaper on purpose before. Adults aren’t supposed to wet themselves. She was awake and fully capable of walking to the bathroom. She looked at the doorway attached to her room. The toilet was twenty feet away.

Her blush darkened into a deep crimson. She let the muscles holding back release. Body temperature pee streamed into her diaper. “It’s okay, it’s like I went pee pee in my sleep.” She reasoned to herself. The padding was already heavily piss-logged. Very little of it absorbed into the diaper at first. It pooled at the base, forcing it to sag further down her legs. Kacy felt dribbles leak out the side guards.

“Ohp! Uh-oh…” She whispered, clenching her bladder muscles to stop the flow. There was barely any left. Kacy felt embarrassment tighten in her chest. Pee streaked down her legs, her feet felt it absorb into the carpet. “Does this count as an accident?” Was her fist thought. “No, I made the choice to pee in it, so it doesn’t count.” She thought, that line of reasoning made her feel a little better. She clung onto it. “It’s okay. This isn’t an accident. I peed my diaper on purpose.” She repeated, the tension relaxing further. She took a deep breath, then looked at the pack of diapers in her closet.

“I’ll change into a new one!” She thought, that would immediately fix the problem! Her outstretched hand stopped. “Wait, I don’t wear diapers during the day.” She thought, standing up straight again. She looked across the room at her underwear drawer. Boring sand drifted through her mind.

She begrudgingly walked over and changed out of her diaper.

***

Kacy giggled to herself. “What am I doing?” She questioned, as she got up onto the couch. She sucked hard on her pacifier. She had ordered one of a whim off Amazon. Her head felt funny. Part of her knew she was acting super weird. Especially when the day came she decided to change into a dry diaper instead of underwear. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, for fun she told herself.

The moment her piss hit the diaper she knew it wouldn’t be. Her pupils had dilated. Dopamine rushed. Her mind craved it. Warm mush felt so much better between her legs instead of thin dry panties. She oddly loved the way it rubbed wet against her legs with each waddle.

This was different though. She’d never used a diaper for the other reason. It felt forbidden. Even though she’d been living on her own for years, part of her still wondered what her parents would think. What if they found her like this? Kneeling on the couch, diaper drooping. She was 26. She should be potty trained, not focusing on the sensations rolling through her bowels.

“What am I… Hehe, I wanna poopy.” She said, her finger looped around the ring of her pacifier. She gently pulled it out so she could teeth on it. The feeling in her bowels made her chew subconsciously on it. Kacy knew she could stop. She knew that she should stop. This wasn’t right. Adults don’t poop themselves. The right thing to do would be to take this diaper off, use the potty, then tell her doctor the medication was screwing with her. “Am I really going to do it..?” She thought. It felt like crossing the Rubicon.

What really was going to stop her? She had already started pissing in them. She originally got on the couch so she would be in an easier position. The adult in her mind threw cold water on the regressive fire. She looked behind herself. Cartoon network played on the TV. A multi-ring tower sat improperly built on the floor, as well as a light up car that whizzed forward if you cocked the wheels back. “I’m acting like a fucking baby.” She thought, the weight of her actions pressing into her again. “This keeps getting worse. I need to call Dr. Richards. I.. I’m losing control of it. I’m…” She thought, a heavy set of poops pressed up against her sphincter.

“I’m… I’m gonna…” She said, her eyes squinting, a devious grin growing around the bulb of her pacifier. She wanted to be the reason it happened. Kacy pushed. A lump expanded out of her. The hair stood up on the back of her neck. She gasped quietly. It was everything. “I pooping…” She thought, then barreled down hard onto her muscles. If she was going to mess herself, then she was going all out. All of a sudden a massive load pushed out. It popped out with a wet fart. Giggly euphoria erupted and stuck inside the walls of her skull. It tingled. Her brain skid.

“Gehee I’m having a bad accident Daddyyy.” Leaked out of her mouth, it felt good to feed into that. She noticed toward the end of her mess that she was peeing. She vaguely recalled starting, but that was becoming the norm. She didn’t always pay attention to the start or stop of an accident. She just liked the middle part.

With both sides of her still leaking out, her mind’s attention snapped back to her toys. The dominate urge to play blanketed her thoughts. She let her leg muscles go limp. Giggling, she rolled off the couch then plopped back onto the floor. Her hips squished.

“Do I really want to be this?” The vestige of her adult-mind asked. Kacy looked down at her droopy messy diaper.

“Shut up.” She thought, pressing her hand in between her legs. Instantly rewarding herself in dirty babyish pleasure.

***

Kacy’s pig tails slapped her in the face as she whipped her head side to side. Shaking her head made it feel dizzy. It forced all the mean adult thoughts to go away during playtime. Drool splattered out of her mouth from the momentum.

“Do!! Doochuuu!” She gurgled, pointing at the TV. She didn’t know what was happening. But she recognized a bad character come onto the screen. Kacy had to alert the main characters. They were her best friends. She stared wide-eyed at the screen.

Kacy subconsciously knelt on the balls of her feet. The position made her loose muscles easily relax into her fully used diaper. A light trickle of pee eked into the padding. There was no room for it. The accident saturated through the diaper, and into her onesie. It dripped out onto the carpet. “Guh..” She grunted, as a lob messed into her diaper. Kacy’s mind didn’t register either evacuate out of her. She stopped caring about paying attention months ago. That’s what her diaper was for.

She wasn’t particularly good at changing herself anymore. Most of the time she’d put on one or two diapers every 24 hours. It was so hard for her fingers to unbutton the onesie, navigate the tapes, put them in the right spot. It was way easier to just stay in them long as possible. If she was lucky sometimes the diaper would fall apart on it’s own!

Eating had devolved into shoveling baby food into her mouth. Nearly all of her toys had mushed carrots or pees dried onto it. She didn’t care about being clean. That’s why half of it fell onto her onesie anyways.

Kacy rolled onto the back of her diaper. The vile squished, some leaking out of the sides. She shoved her hand in between her legs and started rubbing. Messy padding slide inside of her. “Gnnaaa… uggaaaaa…” She was incredibly vocal during this part. Crackling sparks of stupidity continued its work of breaking down her mind. What was left of it at least. Her thoughts felt numb. Her exitance just felt warm and squishy.

Diapers and cartoons released into her mind like a broken dam. It heightened her senses. She placed a second hand on top of the first. She rubbed as fast and as hard as she could. Her eyes lost focus. Her tongue drooled out of her mouth. Slowly, she felt herself reach the edge. “Ehh… Nehhh…” She said, feeling her brain open up. She climaxed; her eyes started rolling around. The power of it permanently ripped cognitive ability out of her mind. Neurons rewired. She collapsed onto the floor. Floating in pure nirvana as her legs and arms spazzed randomly.

“Pee pees.” She thought, it was the only word she knew. It didn’t just mean she was wetting herself again. It meant she wanted more pills. Her arms and legs crawled to the pile dumped out onto the floor. She grabbed a wet handful and shoved them into her mouth.

In a matter of minutes, she already felt tired. She didn’t fight it, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. That’s not why she took them though. She knew it’d be even better fun times when she woke up!