TLOU Morning Routine (Patreon)

The sound of birds.

It was an annoying alarm to wake up to, especially since they started chiming so early. That was the reality of Jackson though. Nature surrounded the town on all sides.

Ellie groaned as she rolled across her mattress, cursing the winged alarms for their prompt wake-up call. Her legs swung over the edge of the bed, squashing the padding of her diaper between them and eliciting a crisp rustling sound from the material. As groggy as she was, her patrolman duties called and she still wanted to catch breakfast with Dina before they had to head out.

Tossing aside her sleep shirt, Ellie gathered her button-up and a pair of jeans. Her pack sat by the door, ready and waiting since she’d gotten it ready the night before, giving her one last thing to worry about. While she was aware that she really needed to leave, Ellie’s hustle was impeded by her half-awake state, she trudged through brushing her teeth and prepping a fresh diaper.

Only when she went to tear away the tapes of her padding did she realize she didn’t actually need a new nappy. For the first time in as long as she could remember she’d made it through the night dry.

“It crinkled instead of squished this morning.” she thought, prodding the padding with her free finger.

That was a short-lived surprise, because through her drowsiness, she’d also failed to notice a growing pain in her abdomen until it became too much. The pressure was punching through her exhausted state, bringing her to wakefulness rapidly. It was hard to be sleepy when her bladder was screaming, begging for release.

Ellie gripped her stomach, relaxing her body as much as she could to take a wide stance.

“It’s not like I have any fucking control, come on, let it out.”

She was grumbling at her body's disobedience but it only took a moment for it to comply with her demand for release. What felt like an explosive geyser of piss shot into her padding, flooding the material before it could even hope to sop up the liquid. The force of her wetting hissed like an angry snake, the drops inside forced through to the plastic and pattering against it like rain on a tin roof.

Through the expulsion, Ellie sighed, savoring the feeling of relief. Her weak bladder never held this much and the long, loud morning piss into an extra thick, extra absorbent diaper felt good.

Even with the advertised ‘wicking’ technology, the diaper struggled to absorb her urine, the excess pooling around her waist in a gradually rising flood. She half expected the rivulets of pee to snake down her legs but the leak guards of her diaper did an excellent job of stopping that, at least until her padding could catch up and thirstily absorb her morning release.

When she was finished, Ellie’s diaper was nearly twice its normal size and sloshed loudly. Each step had the padded bulk swinging due to the added weight. The tapes, like the leak guards were doing their best to hold the swollen nappy at her waist.

“Guess I will have to change before I head out after all. Better hurry, even Dina can’t save me any of the good food if I’m too late.“