Obsessed with Fitness (Patreon)

Just an idea that needs to be reworked and fleshed out. Pamela stood just over five foot seven inches tall, every day she worked out and she sported a toned, muscular physique that showed the fruits of her labor. Her sneakers, multi-colored and in a retro style that was reminiscent of the eighties, provided comfort and traction for her vigorous aerobic sessions. A magenta bikini caressed her firm buttocks and stood out against the powerful thighs which were built from years of exercise. The girl's favorite white top was not only covered in sweat, but had a motivation phrase written in Japanese writing across her ample chest. She trained day in and day out to get the perfect body. Pamela's focus was unparalleled, her devotion unrivalled. There was nothing more satisfying to Pamela then how her body felt after an hour or two of aerobics.  These intense sessions had led to quite a few instances where she found her thong wet with urine due to how in the zone she was, both mentally and physically. This had started causing problems for the young blonde woman, but she dropped out of her favorite gym, opting instead to take her workouts to a more private venue: her living room. Anyone else would have submitted to their bladder's demands, but not Pamela. She decided to use Maxi pads and lined her thong with enough to soak up a bath tub. However, even the pads were no match for the sizeable accidents that continued to plague the poor fitness fanatic. They grew so frequent that even Pamela had to admit that the menstrual pad lined tongue was to weak to handle her bladder's downpours.  Pamela was too focused on working every muscle except for her bladder. This neglect had gradually made each accident worse until she came up with a solution. It was a simple, albeit unpractical one: medical grade diapers. The trips to the local pharmacy were simple at first. Thin, discreet diapers that offered maximum protection while not sacrificing dignity were her first choice. As each day passed, Pamela started layering the thin incontinence products together. Still, as the weeks went by, the multiple layers of thin diapers were just barely enough to impede the torrent of piss. Sadly for Pamela, the diapers started to leak, just like the menstrual pad lined thong. Her exercise routine was just too much for the thin protection. Pamela had no other options so she started searching the Internet for thicker and better products. She refused to let her bladder dictate her fitness routine and she wouldn't have to thanks to an odd website she stumbled across. It promoted a product to people calling themselves "Adult Babies". Pamela could careless about who the intended audience was for the diapers she stared at. The one and only thing that mattered to her, was the simple fact that the diapers boasted the capacity to soak up over forty five hundred milliliters of fluid. *Click* *Purchase* *Send* One thing the blond did over look was her liquids intake. Had she simply curtailed the amount she drank everyday, she probably would've gotten better, but the more time she invested in her aerobics, the more she drank energy drinks or sports drinks to supplement her loss of electrolytes. This continued intake of various chemicals, some of which even made her want to pee more, like the energy drinks, caused an even greater demand on her bladder. Not only was all of this contributing to the lose of her urinary continence, but it caused her wettings to grow more frequent. Today was going great for Pamela. Her new, extra strength diapers finally showed up and she could really get into her workout. Her magenta colored thong kept the massive diaper in place as she danced around and bobbed about creating a chorus of crinkles. She simply turned the music up to drawn out the loud sound of plastic noises as she kept going. During the course of her marathin fitness session, Pamela would start randomly peeing her diaper. Of course, the athletic diapered girl didn't care and barely even noticed thanks to the pumping music and her sweat drenched body. She was warm all over and getting even hotter in her diaper. However, this false sense of security could only last so long. After about the three hour mark her thick disposable diaper could hold out no longer. Pamela had just finished her fifth set of aerobics to the tune of "She's a Maniac" by Flashdance, as her bladder unleashed a torrential outpouring of urine into her already soaked diaper. The blond girl was about to go back into her routine when the monstrous diaper kept her from gyrating her legs, weighing her down and stopping her from doing anything save for a waddle. Because it interrupted her workout, she started to take note of just how far things had gone and how bad her potty problem truly had become. "Holy Shit! This damn diaper is almost down to my knees!"